My name is Dylan Roberts. 19...Seattle area Washington..I am into all forms of creative self expression. If I can take anything in my life, turn it into music to hopefully inspire someone else I will die happy. I play guitar in the band Crimes Against Broadway. I love traveling, new people and exploring myself and the world around me. If I am not thinking about music, I am playing it...if I am not playing music I am listening to it. It never ends! Hit me up.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Fuck yeah
Officially certified as a wildland firefighter. This summer is about to get crazy
Yes
Fire training starts soon. So stoked
AH
this being homeless shit is stressful. Selling everything I own and buying a car. Fuck the nonsense
Even though I am homeless in montana temporarily..this is what I get to look at every day
Damn
Have not posted on here in ages. Montana is crazy..a bit stressful but I love it. Probably gonna drop off the grid for awhile again as I have no computer!
This is my favorite place in my town I’ve grown up in and the last place I will go before I leave. In contrast to this picture, today is really gloomy and raining. Kind of weird to go out on a note like this but I am excited.
Today my plan is
1. pack the rest of my stuff
2. Ride will be here in two hours
3. Go to humane society and get my friends cat to take to montana
4. Hit up the place in this picture
5. Drive to Montana
As for when I get there..I am not sure, possibly fight fires, find a job, meet new people..steal this girls heart even though there is immense distance between us. I’ll have to work on these things! Today will be a journey.
Fuck
Manchester orchestra is amazing. Come morning the second I wake up I’ll be leaving. I feel so restless. The last time I will even see the night in this place, not sure what I should be doing right now.
Wow. most intense night ever
Upon my last night in this town I found myself walking by an old AA hall I used to go to..on a random spur of the moment decision I thought you know what..I need to go here and speak my mind to these people before I leave this town. I gave a speech, made a room full of 40 people cry and went about my way thinking nothing of it. A women then drove after me from the meeting to ask if I needed a ride or what I was doing..
I told her that I was saying my last goodbye to a girl that I plan on sweeping off her feet one day and that it’s the last thing I need to do before I leave.
this woman looked perfectly healthy, then parked the car and said she had to talk to me. When she approached me she informed me that she had 3 days to live and she felt she needed to talk to me, all this while she is nearly sobbing. I told her it was fine, she told me to wait outside so I waited…she comes out, hands me 100 dollars and tells me to take care while crying, I just gave her a hug and looked at her and said I’d never forget her.
I saw this girl, after a night of what might have been the most genuine connection I’ve ever felt with anyone we walk through this crazy trail to my favorite spot in town overlooking a cliff view of the water. We talked, and talked, and when it came time to go, I grabbed her, kissed her and told her our paths will surely cross again. She left me with a book to read on this restless night.
I never believed anything happened for a reason until today
now I have done everything I need to do and can leave with my eyes only set forward. It’s time to turn the page to a new chapter.
Whatever, fuck it.
It’s funny how little people you realize are there when you are about to leave. People I was supposed to be able to call brothers won’t even have the decency to hit a brotha back up and ignore my calls all day. Fuck it, I’m out and none of that will matter tomorrow anyway
TO ANYONE
In Missoula, Montana I am looking for musicians possibly trying to start up a project. I play guitar, have tour ready gear and am going to be there in about 48 hours.
If you want example of my previous band of the last two years you can find it at www.purevolume.com/crimesagainstbroadway
Email- Dylanrobertswa@live.com
