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myTunes on iTunes

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 02:43:00 +0000

Under the Altar has just surfaced from the depths of the technological interface and database known as iTunes. You should probably now go grab a copy of "Out of the Dark" before they all float away. That was a metaphoric pun seeing as iTunes is inexhaustible.

Remember, the more support you show UTA, the more we can support a thriving career. Thanks to all the faithfuls out there.

Tell your friends.

Jonathan d'Joiner

NashVegas

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 03:28:00 +0000

So I'm sitting here in Hotel Indigo on another buzzing night in Nashville with the soaring melodies of The Myriad wrapping themselves around me, all the while ruminating upon the recent occurrences in the career of Under the Altar. So in order to better organize my thoughts and facilitate putting pen to paper (or hand to keyboard), I will write this blog in a format that emphasizes the highlights and expounds upon them in short excerpts thereafter.

Under the Altar Got an Oscar!
We are well aware of the fact that an Oscar is an award accredited to those chosen few in the film industry who outshine the rest, but we did in fact get an Oscar. The only difference between the miniature golden statue that Heath Ledger will receive for his roll in The Dark Knight and the Oscar the UTA received is four legs and black fur. Yes, you've guessed it, Under the Altar got our first kitten. Well, we technically do not own it and it actually isn't even in our care or even close to actually being called ours, for that matter.
Anyway, the kitten that we found happened to be a newborn stray that was wondering around our church while we were waiting for entrance into said building. Travis was the first to hear the poor wittle kitty cry out into the open air. Ten minutes later, a few cat chases across the church lawn and an epic stand-down, Travis held in his hands the furry little creature that came to be know as Oscar. You may ask yourself, "Oscar, what a peculiar title to apply to the aforementioned mammal." It's quite obvious, though, that in The Rockstar's Handbook on How to Handle Every Situation Known to Man rule number 137.5.3 states that "every living kitten found in the bushes before practice or before/during any other activity pertaining to the band must be named Oscar." And even though we weren't even too sure if Oscar was male or female (no one felt like checking), what the book says goes.
Upon releasing Oscar back into the wild, we've yet to see him/her again. We know that somewhere out there, under some bush next to a Waffle House or some other similar place during each full moon sits our first Oscar. Hopefully there will be many more to come. Lastly, I would like the thank my mom and dad for all the work they poured into making this possible.

Pics to come? It's possible.

The Drum Shield Tragedy
On the eve of the Great Peregrination to Nashville, Under the Altar convened for a much-needed practice to run through the rocking set before it was scheduled to drop the next day. Little did they know that this happy day of good feelings and excited anticipation would soon be shattered into little more than a grim day made of only dark clouds (well, at least for about thirty minutes). Said practice was beginning while lead singer, Jonathan Joiner took a stroll to the sound board in order to set all monitors for all of his band mates. Upon arriving at the sound box, a loud gunshot sounded from the other side of the room in the direction of the stage. Stunned by the sudden decibel rise that had just taken place, Jonathan glanced at the stage to ascertain the true source of the disturbance, finding that the "gunshot" was little more than the drum shield taking a journey to the floor, prompted by the hand of Taylor Latham. This isn't that devastating of an occurrence on most days, but this day would prove to be quite the antithesis. Stomping toward the stage, Jonathan found that the shield had taken down two of the guitars that were left unprotected on stage. Knowing that one of the guitars was his beloved Ella, the Gibson Memphis ES-335, Jonathan rushed to assess what might have happened. Upon scrutinizing, Jonathan thought that the maximum damage was a few broken strings; nothing to cry over. But so apt and unwanted, Cody Davis gasped, "Jon, look..." Following Cody's eyes to the head stock of the Gibson, Jonathan found that his worst nightmares had just been realized: his beloved guitar's neck had snapped. Ella's neck had snapped. A few kicked trash cans, phone calls, and tears later, Jonathan found the courage to get up and move on as his guitar is just that, a guitar. It can be fixed. A few hugs and handfuls of forgiveness later, Jonathan and Taylor's friendship grew instead of faltering. After all, the entire situation was not preconceived and therefore deserves a non-guilty verdict. The end.

The Show
The entire reason for Under the Altar's journey to the music capital of the world was a showcase called Band With a Mission. The gig was scheduled to take place at a local music scene called Rocketown beginning at eleven in the morning. Being prompt in our arrival, we showed up at about eleven ten and made our way into the venue. After a few hours of watching other bands set up, play their three songs, and take down, we found ourselves next in line. The next eleven and a half minutes would be an exciting, sweaty, and electric time of rocking hard. By the end, sweat was literally pouring off of our faces and a good feeling was pervading all four of our hearts. We had done our best and it was now up to the judges to decide our fate. Unluckily we won't know that fate for a few more weeks or months. But in the end, we rocked, we rocked today.

A Surprising Ending
To end the day, we wanted to have a delicious, relaxing dinner in Nashville. But what we ended up doing was leaving the city limits and journeying into suburbia on the suggestion of Danielle and her friend. After a twenty minute drive through the countryside, we arrived at a little place called "The Loveless Cafe and Motel." Not going to lie, I wasn't looking forward to it very much, seeing as I had my heart set on a downtown Nashville venue. My mind would soon be changed.
Upon arriving at the lobby, we immediately noticed all of the posters hanging on the walls that portrayed the smiling faces of many celebrities that had eaten at this restaurant. Yet it wasn't even that fact that prompted my change of heart, it was the delicious grilled chicken sandwich which was to come to a final resting place on a plate positioned for my easy dining pleasure. It was literally one of the best sandwiches I've ever eaten. Phenomenal.
Somewhere during the course of the meal, Taylor jokingly proffered the idea of giving them one of our posters to hang on the walls in the midst of those that are actually famous. After finishing up the meal, this really cool waiter named Danny came over and showed us some amazing tricks like balancing two forks in the air with two toothpicks, sucking up DP in an upside-down cup with a lemon and two matches, making two forks balance on half a toothpick off the side of a cup, and relaying information to the waitresses using claps and some sort of secret code. And after that, we offered our poster up and were promptly rejected. They told us we weren't famous and that we would never be. Then they kicked us out.
But what actually happened was that they received it with smiling faces and told us that if we were to even dine with them again we would see our smiling faces hanging off the wall. So if you ever find yourself dining at the Loveless Cafe and Motel, we'll be watching.

Thus concludes the longest blog yet. If you read all the way through, give us a holler with a comment.

Peace.Love.andLovelessCafe,

Jonathan Joiner

We are Finnish!

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 15:38:00 +0000

Okay, so we aren't Finnish, but rather true-blood American.

But one thing that we are is finished with the album! As of this moment in history, many copies of the highly anticipated CD are being pressed (and sealed, in order to keep them fresh). As they sit in the factory, they are awaiting the hour when they will finally get to show the world all the talent they hold inside. But as for now, they must sit in solitude and prepare both mentally and physically for that faithful day.

As for us humans, we must also wait another six days before we can unveil the new "special sauce." We've been preparing this CD (like a Chef delicately prepares his food) for about a year now. So we've been waiting for a very long time. All this waiting, though, paid off mucho when Swaff got a hold of the product and injected it with amazingness.

Now the hard work of a year is paying off in six days.

Bring a mop because your mind is going to be blown,

Jonathan Joiner (A.K.A that guy in UTA)

Tangents Are Fun!

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 17:46:00 +0000

So now we are in the studio for the seventh time and post-production is well under way. The songs are really coming together and starting to sound more and more professional every time we walk through the doors of the Rockporium. For those of you that are anticipating the new CD, all I can say is that we don't need a gun to blow your mind.

As of this moment in history, Cody is chillaxing in a rolling chair, listening to the new touch iPod that he got for Christmas (and if I was a betting man, I would bet that he is either listening to or watching videos of Taylor Swift. Good thing I'm not a betting man though, because I just checked and he is looking at a Calendar. Some of you may be wondering how I lost my taste for betting, well let's just say that once I bet on a dead horse...).

Oh the tangents we turn to. Carrying on, Taylor is being slow and turning his camera on and off as to probably watch the shiny lights and dazzling colors that so easily distract his wandering mind.

Andy, our usual sound guy and temporary chauffeur, is chugging a three liter jug of water as to clear congestion for the trip to Tennessee that he shall be embarking on when the sun raises in the east upon tomorrow's brow.

Travis and Jeff are about 14 hours away from the rest of us. I shall now try to guess what each is doing. Travis is probably sitting at his new lap top computer, giddily watching random videos and eagerly playing internet games, all the while giggling and having a jolly time.

Jeff is probably hanging out with his fiancee and future in-laws (which happens to include Travis).

Swaff is post producing.

As I listen to these new songs (and you don't), I anticipate the arrival of the new album (as I hope you do too). I can't wait to get your reactions and to see what new era UTA will enter. Look for a February release date and always remember that tangents are fun.

Jonathan Joiner

P.s. My Christmas dreams just came true when Scotty Wilbanks walked into the room to drop off a Christmas tree-shaped plate full of delightfully scrumptious candies.

Rockporium Day 2

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 00:14:00 +0000

Hey Guys! This is Taylor. I just wanted to take this time and update you with what is going on in the studio, and I wanted to be able to say that I have now written a blog. So with this being my first one, I guess I will just keep it simple. So right now, Travis is finishing up his last two bass tracks and then Cody will take over with his shredding guitar skills. Well, looking back on what we have done so far, I am amazed at how great everything already sounds. On Wednesday, I spent almost 15 hours behind the drums working with Swaff (our amazing producer) and Jon to get everything nailed out perfectly. So with the drums done after a long day of hard work, and the bass nearing a wrap, the excitement continues to build in each one of us as we continue to rock this album into existence.

We hope that all of you are are dying to get your hands on this album, and hope that you will get it and love it when you do. Thanks for all of your support and patience as we work on the new record. You guys are awesome!

We will keep you updated with all of the studio excitement and hopefully post some pictures of what exactly is taking place here soon. Thanks everyone.

-Taylor

The Day Has Arrived . . . it is no longer a rumor

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 01:21:00 +0000

So where to start, it seems like so long ago four young boys stepped on a stage in the high school worship room to entertain a crowd on New Years Eve December 31, 2005 and at the same time do a live recording of the CD later to be named "All These Thoughts." Although, the CD had limited impact due to quality issues, the experience was invaluable. It was a major growth step in their life as a band.

But now as I sit, in a studio for the first day of recording of their sophomore album, I see before me four young men sold out to producing a top quality CD that will have wide spread appeal, and impact those part of the Family and those searching. It is almost surreal, as we sit back and just think of what has happened to get us to this point. God is so good, and if we are obedient He will take us to places we never thought were possible. We should not be here right now, we should be already done with this album, and have recorded it in a local studio, but instead we are in a top studio with a producer who is working with a top industry producer and icon. All we can say God has blessed and we want to be faithful to use it to bring glory back to Him.

So it is day one of recording and it is all drums. Jon is playing a scratch track and Taylor is hammering out amazing drum parts. It has now been over ten hours since the recording session has begun and you cannot believe the level of intensity and at the same time the level of craziness that we have reached. Drums are the foundation for the CD and so they must be perfect. It kinda reminds me of us comparing ourselves to Christ. We must always strive to be perfect like Christ, but when we truly match ourselves up side by side against Him, we see our imperfections. The same thing is happening here, Taylor is an amazing drummer, and in live shows, you would never see the imperfections we're are hearing as we critique and evaluate each beat measure by measure. In the end it will be phenomenal.

Well I have told you about Taylor, Jon as I said is helping him by playing a scratch track, so he gets to play a song once, and then sit through Taylor playing and helping him remember the flow of the song. But it is cool as they collaborate together and with the producer Swaff, we get to see the giftedness that each of them have to bring to the table, and we get to just be amazed at how all of that is a gift from above.

So what is up with Cody and Travis, well today they are here for merely moral support, and so as any good bros would do, they are in the other room watching TV and restringing their instruments. They come in every once in awhile and check on progress, but at the same time they are trying to stay out of the way. They will have their time starting on day two.

There was of course the one top secret mission that they had to perform with me, but that will have to stay under wraps for a while. It is one of those things that could only happen to me, and well is just too funny to have in print.

So who knows how much longer we are going but since I only had 3 hours of sleep last night I can't think of anything profound to say.

We will see what occurs between now and the next blog.

Jeff
Manager

The Most Highly Unanticipated Blog of the Year

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 23:15:00 +0000

I only said it because no one will be expecting this. By the time you are reading this, more than likely, you were told by me (Jon), who told Cody, Taylor, Travis, or Jeff, who told one of their companions, who told one of their amigos (or amigas, I don't discrimihate), until you were told (or you were the companion or amigo/a). Really what this becomes is a ridiculous Russian doll situation, where Russia=America, and doll=telling others.

Now that I've mumbled on about something that has nothing to to with anything, I'll get to why I am here. We have had one explosive period of time since June Sixth. And for those of you just joining us, the last blog posted was June Sixth in the year Forever-ago ::down arrow:: ::down arrow::.

I shall not bore you with all the details, but they include a bunch of guitars (and drums, again with the discrimhatin'), a few sweaty shirts and, of course, gallons and gallons of water to rehydrate thirsty bodies that were dehydrated (thank God for prefixes).

During this whole time, we have been working on the new CD, which we now have a title for. ::drumroll:: The title of the new album is ---- -- --- ----! And for those of you that can't read Dashian, that stands for ____ __ ___ ____! And if you can't read Underscorian, then I don't know how you survive in life. Anywho, the new album is going to be phenomenal! We've been perfecting it, tweaking it, and rocking it for about four months now. The studio is calling our names, and when you hear an inanimate building calling your name, you know something serious is going on (and that the building's voice carries unnaturally far).

When we head to the studio, I'll keep you updated.

Jonathan Joiner

Winners at Camp

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Thu, 07 Jun 2007 04:10:00 +0000

Well this is Trav and Cody. We are at the HSM annual trip to the beach. Tuesday, UTA plus HD (Heather and Dorothy) became the official rock paper scissors champs. Also today Me and Trav were having a radical skim session with Young Phil Jeezey, Chase, and Darren before an über storm. I slashed my leg open (it really was not that bad but it looked cool) and Heather dressed my wound. Wednesday night we (Travis and I) along with Chuck Johnson's small group won the award for best skit, demonstrating superb mastery of entertaining the crowd by remembering the top 12 quotes from the beach. We are planning on some more rad skimming and preparing to be locked up in a room practicing and worshiping next week.

Trav and Cody

P.S. don't use spray on sunscreen it will leave racing stripes on your shoulders.

A Thanksgiving Napkin to Remember

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Sun, 13 May 2007 20:08:00 +0000

You know that one shirt in the closet that just screams "Thanksgiving Napkins!!!!"? Well, maybe you don't, but I have owned my fair share of Turkeyday-Wannabe-Napkin-Shirts. Okay, so maybe just one, but that is at least two more than most people.

So if you are like me and have no idea where this is going, we'll start at the beginning (which is often a nice place to begin):

Once upon a time, there was a fair damsel named Pam who was helping four illustrious, young "knights" look for shiney new armor in order to become the "knights" they were destined to be, and when I say "knights," I mean musicians.

Well, Pam saw that the blue-eyed, fair-haired (and pastey-white-skinned) Jonathan owned a yellow shirt that clashed with is fair complexion. Jeff the Great leaned over to Danielle of Hunt, Travis of Bassville's sister, and sayeth "That would look good as Thanksgiving napkins." They shared a chuckle and Jonathan decided to never allow the shirt to be in his sight again, lest he should smote it with the flaming hot intensity of one Chuck Norris workout.

Hearing upon the news, Danielle of Hunt asked Jonathan if she could have the shirt but did not disclose the details of the shirt's destiny.

One day, while dining upon his manly sausage breakfast, Jonathan discovered a rather bright, festive yellow napkin upon his lap. Seeing this sparked a memory of a time long ago in his mind as he remembered the days of The Yellow Shirt.

So now, every year as Thanksgiving approaches, the Turkey has a vibrant, festive napkin to stare at as people begin to eat his body.

The End.

Jonathan of Joiner

Relient K and Ruby Tuesday's

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Sat, 14 Apr 2007 22:25:00 +0000

So I'm sitting here in Jeff's house reading up on the Relient K blogs. I must say that I'm green with jealousy over the witty banter that Thiessen, Warne, and Schneck are able to produce over and over again with precise accuracy. They are quite humorous. I laugh, and often giggle.

If I had half as many funny stories as Rk, I would have half as much as four times of what I really want, and I would be a content indivdual (and yes, taylor, I am good at math).

Enough about Relient K, which was partly me expressing my jealousy and partly a schindig to get a wider search area for the UTA site, (and now that Jeff and Cody have had half as much as half of their fill of making fun of me and my infatuation of Relient K), I can continue.

So, sailing right along, now I'll get to what this is really about...

Pretty much nothing, actually. So I guess I just wasted about 32.347 seconds of your life (10 seconds if you're a speed reader, which I can say: "I just wasted 10 seconds of your life ::da::"). Oh, the Relient K references...

Jonathan Joiner

Much Ado About Nothing

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 04:54:00 +0000

Contrary to what the title says, Under the Altar has been working our tiny little bums off for the past month. I know that it has been a while since I last blogged, so I have a lot to go over. Have a jolly good time reading this blog and advancing your edu-ma-cation; and remember, it's about one o'clock in the morning, and I'm feeling a bit delirious.

So since the amazing "Weekend for the Ages," (read previous blog) UTA planned and practiced for a plethora (thought I'd throw in that SAT word for The Guys) of performances and upcoming "contests." Since the ninth, UTA has had an Interval, an FCA worship night, a First Baptist Snellville worship night, and a recording session.

Going along with the chronology, the Interval was amazing. If you are wondering, Interval is an amazing night of worship for the middle schoolers at FBCS. Us UTA guys always seem to have fun and find trouble there. For example, I was trying to be Mr. Cool (which is already filled by Travis) and jump over the counter in the middle school room to get to the refridgerator. Well, being just my luck, the only disturbance for thirty feet, a stool, happened to be in the exact place I jumped over. I took a spill as Andy and Travis laughed their heads off and concerned mothers consoled me. All in all, I came out with a pretty sweet scar and a new revelation not to jump over counters.

Next in line is the FCA worship night (actually, the recording date was before this, but I feel like talking about that last and I have the power to do so). I've got to say that this was one of the most incredible nights of worship that I have been in. It seemed that everyone got into the songs even when they didn't know them. God was truly worshiped.

Now we come to tonight's night of worship. Jeff Wilson, the Middle School Minister and UTA's manager, was preaching and wanted us to play before him. We chose a bunch of modern songs with the exception of a modern/traditional hymn (I always thought "hymn" was spelled weird. I also always thought weird was spelled weird because it doesn't follow the "'I' before 'E'" rule. But then again, I guess it's just one of those weird words). Now that I have succesfully digressed, I resume. We pulled out a secret weapon tonight that nobody saw coming. We proceded to begin our newest worship song called "Until the Moon Outshines the Sun" and we were rocking it out. At the end, all instruments except the acoustic fell out and Travis and Taylor picked up mics. Travis sang bass, Taylor sang some harmony in the middle, Cody sang the melody, and I sang the high, high, high harmony. I think that people enjoyed it: the look on some people's face would be priceless if you could put them into a shadow box, but that would be kind of gross.

So I conclude with the recording date. I'm not sure how much I'm supposed to tell you, so I'll keep it at the bear minimum. We are joining into the Atlanta Fest local band concert and we have recorded our song for that. Maybe I can tell you the specific song, maybe I can't, but I won't because I want the suspense to eat at you. Cody also found another way to hurt himself and things in the process, but I cannot divulge into that. Also, we will be working very hard to get our next CD out sometime soon, but now is too early to say anything about it.

Just remember: patience is a virture.

Jon and UtizzleA

P.s. If there are any grammatical errors, just remember that I am fallible and it's 1:22 am.

A Weekend for the Ages

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 02:45:00 +0000

So as you probably know, UTA just went through a fantastical weekend of long journeys, brave hearts, and hours of dancing. A forewarning: I'm going to try to be as witty as possible in this blog, but I'm not sure what's going to come out. So bear with me.

We happened to be so lucky to open up for the Afters (a stinking amazing group of guys), and were quite honored to have Echoing Angels open up for us. Pardon the cliche, but opening up for the Afters was a once in a lifetime oppurtunity that we pounced upon, like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I do have to say that Matt from the Afters was HI-larious. Josh, Jake, Brad, and Marc were pretty amazing too. I hope that people will look back on us UTA guys and say the same (I don't mean to get all cheesy and mushy).

As we trudged along, the weekend only got more ginormous. It seemed that UTA was giddy to get to UGA and put on an amazing concert. We heard that it was pretty good, but I don't like to brag, so I let other people do that for me.

(I do have to say that Jordan missed the chance of a lifetime on the dance floor, but I won't go into that as to keep his respectability intact.)

The weekend ended with a bang as we ate a Jason's Deli (which stands for delicatessen:). Actually, there was no "bang", but I knew that Travis would enjoy the idea of a conflagration (actually he's probably imagining it as he reads this).

Now our trek will lead us to Georgia Tech as we try make our way to amazingness.

Keeping you posted,

JJ

Shooting Things

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Sun, 04 Feb 2007 19:21:00 +0000

Yesterday, Under the Altar found our way to the proverbial range to shoot things. And when I say shoot things, I mean pictures. Jennifer Riggs was so kind to grace us with her presence and shoot us for about eight hours. If you don't know who she is, you need to check out her work because I must say she is pretty amazing at photography. (www.jenniferriggs.com)

We made the trek up to Newnan to shoot in three different locations that were pretty salient. One was an abandoned warehouse (where Taylor was nicknamed "Tater"), a crumbled building (that Travis found to be quite amusing as he scaled the decrepit walls while Jeff scalded him with the all-too-familiar "what the crap are you thinking" stare), a silo (that Cody found enjoyment in roundhouse kicking which even Chuck Norris would have been proud off), a field (that Taylor had fantasies of frolicking through), and an alleyway (that made me feel like I was a "gangsta" in the mafia about to take care of some "business").

The day was pretty much amazing. We began to feel like distinguished people for the first time, but of course this will be shortlived as Jeff will make sure to bring us back to earth with sardonic comments and sarcastic remarks. But that's why we love Jeff: without him, we may have floated to the moon with bigheadedness (I think I just invented that word).

The picures from that rather prolific day will be on our site shortly. Make sure to check back to see what the Christian band Under the Altar will do next.

Jonny J.

Who Says Hair Styling Isn't Masculine

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 20:23:00 +0000

This past Tuesday, three of the us members of UTA braved the razor. Travis went missing in action, but that's a story for another day. While Travis was busy doing work, Taylor, Cody and I went to Vital Salon Studio to visit Stephanie Light for a much-needed "makeover."

The first to go under was "the oldest," me. My heart was pounding as I watched the locks of my golden hair fall to the ground. Actaully, not so much, the hardest part was sitting there as Taylor and Cody looked on, staring intently, awaiting their destiny. After about ten minutes, the curtain came down and I was finished. As I stood, I felt as if I was ten pounds lighter. I guess it could be said that I suffered from massive hair loss.

Next it was Taylors turns. As anyone who knows him can see, he likes to dye the front of his hair with paroxide. This isn't so much on purpose, which makes it about 10.624 times more funny. Stephanie just kind of stood there for a while, playing with Taylor's hair as she tried to think of anything to do with it. Once Taylor went under the razor, it took about twenty or thirty minutes before he emerged a new "man." Keeping with the accidental bleaching of his hair, Stephanie made it look like the big man himself had intentionally colored it.

For this next stanza, I found it neccessary to give Waltar his own paragraph. While Taylor was in surgery, Waltar entered the room. For those of you wondering, Waltar was the most ecstatic kid I have ever seen enter a salon...or the lack there of. The look on his face was a look of pure anger and malediction. I'm pretty sure if we could have heard his thoughts, they would have gone something like this "I hate the world. I hate hair. I hate gel...well, I guess it tastes good. I hate anything to do with assembly of hair-dryers. But most of all, I hate vegetables." Least to say, this little kid was quite amusing.

Two down, one to go.

Cody was up next. Pam, who happens to run Pam's School of Dance, Love, and Web Design, suggested we color Cody's hair red. Now, though this would be quite enjoyable, we all agreed Cody would rather be "all nat-ur-al." It was only about fifteen minutes before Cody emerged as a new man; and yes, I mean man, because if I say otherwise, he would hurt me rather badly.

In the end, we all came out with a new sense of who we are: a singer, a growing young adult, and a freaking awesome person that can be described by nothing other than "Cody."

This was Jonathan Joiner, reporting for UTA Almost Live.

Songs added to website

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Thu, 25 Jan 2007 19:13:00 +0000

Hey! We just added clips from songs on our "All These Thoughts" cd. Go check them out... and if you like it, buy the cd!

New Website

noreply@blogger.com (Under The Altar) — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 15:25:00 +0000

Check out our new website! We will be posting songs, videos, photos and much more! Thanks for stopping by and dont forget to bookmark us!