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Monday means BandsOnBands, and we’re excited to be posting the new PropertyOfZack features today with guitarist Michael Roe of Daisyhead. The band just signed to No Sleep Records, and there will be lots to come from them in 2014.
In this week’s feature, Michael talks about his love for Yellowcard. Listen to songs by Yellowcard here out what Michael had to say about one of his biggest influences below!
From Michael Roe of Daisyhead:
Everyone has that transitional period in their life when they start listening to the music they want to hear, as opposed to the music their parents made them listen to. That part of my life was probably the most important part of my musical career. I was SO into the whole mainstream punk thing: Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, Sum 41, Blink 182, Green Day, and so on. As a young musician, I sort of shaped my style around the way these bands sounded, which helped make me the artist I am today.
Yellowcard is a band that I was really into as a young teenager, and I am just as into them now as I was back then. Ryan Key has been the biggest influence on me as a songwriter in general. I can listen to any Yellowcard album right now and enjoy each one as much as the last (besides Pre-Ryan Key stuff). Ocean Avenue was one of the first albums I ever bought, and it’s still one of my favorites. I mean, I have their vinyl box set, and I don’t even have a record player!
I’ve had the privilege of seeing Yellowcard live twice in my life. The first time was at Beale Street Music Festival in Memphis, TN in 2006, which was the year they released Lights and Sounds, which is a highly underrated album, in my opinion. Finally seeing them after listening to them and seeing them on my television for a few years was a very exciting thing for 15 year old me! The second time was a way cooler experience, though. My buddy Wes Breedwell got me a gig loading gear for a Yellowcard show at Rocketown in Nashville, TN in 2011.
I’ve always been proud of the things I’ve done. I’ve always been proud of the person I am, the wit I posses and the skills I’ve acquired. I’ve always thought I was so damn mature and independent.
I realized tonight that I’m the last of my closest friends to move out on my own. I’m still in the house of my mother’s, which is where I had no choice but to turn to because I couldn’t live on my own. I’m twenty years old, making excuses as to why I’m not in my own place because I’m embarrassed to just face the fact that finally struck me tonight: I’m not as mature as I once thought. I’m not independent. I’m not as strong minded as I claim to be. I’m not fully over things that have happened to me, and I’m not sure how much more of this place I can take.
I’ve never really felt like a failure, until tonight.