Peterismyplaymate's Journals

Distance Between Stars

Canadian quartet Distance Between Stars are everything that a pop-punk quartet should be. With their high energy onstage and off, itâ�™s easy to see where they get their loyal following in the local Hamilton scene. Their catchy lyrics are sure to get stuck in your head, with music that reminds one of fellow Canadian music darlings Tegan and Sara and Tennessee rockers Paramore.

But thereâ�™s also something very distinct in Distance Between Stars. After their original singer parted ways in 2008, DBS have finally secured their lineup with Dondrea Erauw (vocals), Thomas Brow (guitar), Mike Mitchell (drums), and Mike Wilson (bass). Dondreaâ�™s vocals flow easily over solid guitar chords, providing any listener with a breath of fresh air.

Distance Between Stars have shared the stage with the likes of Lights, Bayside, ill Scarlet, Hostage Like, The Reaspm. The Junction, Arise and Ruin, The Salads, Sydney, and many others. The band has also won awards on garageband.com, including Track of the Day for June 30th, 2007, and Best Female Vocals in Pop Punk for the week of July 2nd, 2007. With their previous musical achievements and an upcoming tour for their newly released EO, it won't be long before Distance Between Stars take centre stage.

Listen to:
Where We Should Be
Edge of My Beginning
On the band's myspace.

Caged

I am locked in a Prison.
I am being led by the hand into a brightly lit white room. The curtains are wide open, the windows shut. There are not bars on the windows, but I know that the alarm will go off if someone so much as touches them. The white room is decorated with a wooden coffee table and several lime green sofas. They look so soft; as if you would sink right into one and disappear within its folds. I would like to test this theory sometime, maybe even right now or as soon as I am alone. Snow falls silently outside, and I feel the strong urge to run outside this instant to jump in it but of course I resist.
I would not want them to think I was crazy.
The person who led me into this room is a middle aged woman named Gloria. She is shorter than me, and I can tell that she isnâ�™t exactly thrilled to be here with me either. Her hair is strawberry and she is smiling as she shows me around the mental institution.
â�œThis is the common room,â� Gloria says, gesturing around the room as if that is supposed to mean something to me. I take in the rest of the setting; board games stacked underneath the coffee table, a bookcase full of old looking volumes, and security cameras in every corner. â�œYou will probably be spending most of your time in here when you are not in therapy, dinning room, or when you are sleeping in your bedroom. Quiet time in your rooms begins at 9:30, and lights out is at 10:30.â�
Apparently I am a seven year old again.
â�œNow, I need to go, but I will bring you to your room and let you unpack. You can meet the other boys at dinner in a couple hours. A nurse will come to bring you down or your roommate will come to show you there,â� she says, still holding my hand. She begins to usher me out of the common room and presumably towards my bedroom.
Home sweet home.

WHY ME?