Spring tour with Casket

March 28th - Newark, CA - Vile Kross
March 29th - Redding, CA - Caldwell Park
March 30th - Eugene, OR - House Show
March 31st - Tacoma, WA - Red Room
April 1st - Centralia, WA - Quesadilla Factory
April 2nd - Portland, OR - Laughing Horse
April 3rd - Yuba City, CA - The Cave

Tour with Missive

February 15th - Murrieta, CA - The Dial
February 16th - Sylmar, CA - House Show
February 17th - Lancaster, CA - Industry Theater

December tour

December 11th - Stockton, CA
December 13th - Oakhurst, CA
December 14th - Los Angeles, CA
December 15th - Murrieta, CA
December 16th - Mesa, AZ
December 17th - Flagstaff, AZ
December 18th - Las Vegas, NV
December 19th - Fresno, CA
December 28th - Bay Area, CA
December 29th - Modesto, CA
December 30th - Santa Cruz

October 26th - 27th

Indian Taker will be heading down to Southern California later this month:
Oct. 26th - Murrieta, CA - The Dial
Oct. 27th - Norwalk, CA - 164th Street House

A year in retrospect

Forgot I had this. In the last year I stayed with my current girlfriend, sleep walked through high school, worked two jobs, started a band, recorded an EP, turned 18, graduated high school, gained a lot of weight, went on tour, started my first semester at a community college, but that's all. I still don't eat meat, I still don't drink, I still have not found god, I still doubt everything.

Knuckle Puck

On the inside I was hoping for disaster. With our anchors crossed our ships sank faster.
The queen of deception or a victim of misconception.
I took some time to go and figure things out bu my hear is haunted by what I call self doubt.
I blame myself.
You said I had a way with words, but did you know they'd sweep you into an ocean of girls?
Ones who followed my mother's lies when they said,"the sky would clear up if you just held up your head."

If A Bear's Hungry (He Will Eat)

I sing inside jokes that aren’t funny, about my former friends and ex girlfriend, because I don’t know when to shut my mouth, and because everyone that I know is getting fucked up. They can’t come to my show because I’m an asshole and make fun of them for what they think is cool (all of the stupid shit I know I’ll never do).

I know I’m messed up, I know I miss you, Things aren’t the best right now. I hate everything, but I hate myself more, we’re all dead beat kids living dead end lives.

I’m sick of singing all about “the way everything turned out”, my mom, or my broken dad. Tell me, why am I always sad? I’m growing up all by myself, can’t pretend I’m someone else, who I am is what you get and what you see is a promise kept.  “Fuck the past, my head’s held high”? That’s a  bitter fucking lie.

Dear world, I’m still here. Fuck you and all my fears. I know who I am, I know who you aren’t. 

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