I used to know this guy...

I used to know this guy,
he came into my life
at one of the toughest times...

I used to know this guy,
he made me feel alright
In some of my darkest times...

And we were such good friends,
I never thought it would end,
The time flew by and here it is...

I used to know this guy,
he'd make me laugh when I was crying...
we'd talk for hours on end about
absolutely nothing

I used to know this guy,
and there were times when I thought that we could be more than friends,
but in the end it wasn't meant to be, and I now realize that's okay with me...

But...
I used to know this guy means,
I don't know him anymore.
My number hasn't changed but
the phone doesn't ring anymore.
It makes me sad to think that our friendship wasn't strong...

but I used to have this best friend... and now that friendship's gone.

New Song

Working on a title... and the music...


You
You got it in for me
You
You wanna make me bleed

It's not such a mystery
I'm the sickness in you
Bleed it out cure the disease
I'm the hatred in you

I
I creep up like the fog
You
don't know what to think
I
seduce you like before
You
have no defense against me

It's not such a mystery
I'm the sickness in you
Bleed it out cure the disease
I'm the hatred in you

I am free
I am free
I am no longer
I am free
I am no longer
Your misery....

Review by Nikki Eick

"Indie Night" review written by Nikki Eick

I saw Evangelina perform for the first time at a local bar featuring an open-mic style "Indie Night". I knew very little about Evangelina before that night, but she absolutely blew me away! Evangelina doubled her crowd in less than an hour on stage.

I couldn't say exactly why she drew such a crowd - there are too many possibilities.
It could have been her voice, which was absolutely beautiful; you could listen to her sing for hours. It could have been her interaction with the crowd - she had us laughing, singing along, and having a helluva time. Or it could have been the lyrics: tune in for just a line or two and its clear that these lyrics weren't put together because they seem profound, or they sound pretty. Evangelina may as well have been singing straight from a diary - yours, mine, hers, it didn't matter - they are words to which we can all relate.

My guess is if you polled the audience members that night on what reason they came to watch Evangelina, they wouldn't be able to pinpoint just one.
Many people show up to perform at "Indie Night". They all stand up on stage and give you intimate details like "this song is about my mother"; they sing lyrics that are deep, private, and unapologetic; they may have a great voice, or a way with the guitar. These musicians may be entertaining and you may have a good time, but its rare to feel moved, deeply moved.

As for Evangelina... you can get lost in her music.
Everything about it resonates with the listener: lyrics, voice, guitar, rhythm - Evangelina rolls it together sweetly into the kind of song you find yourself putting on repeat...

And so life goes on...

Sunday morning I received a phone call that will forever haunt my mind.

My mother's trembling voice... and before she could say the words I knew what they would be.

"Chon's dead."

So fresh a memory... My stomach churns, my nerves shake and I'm feeling cold.

To hear a mother say that her son is dead... I can't imagine... I can't imagine how I would cope with losing my son... and it being my own mother talking about my brother... Well...

I can't type anymore.