Ok, so you ask, "There's a lot of stuff here!  How can I narrow it down and find the info I'm looking for?"

Well, the easiest way it to use the Search function.  Most areas on the site are indexed using Search functionality, so if you enter some keywords into the Search field, you should find it here if it exists somewhere on the site.

If you're a band looking for a new band mate, or a new band who's looking for your missing link, start out in the Opportunities section of the Forums.  Most of our members will post there when they are looking for a bassist or a new drummer, etc., or perhaps they are available for gigs, fill-in, or want to start a band. 

Another way to look for like-minded artists is to search the members' profiles.  Of course, garbage in means garbage out, so make sure your profile is up-to-date and correct, and mentions things people are likely to search for.  Most of our members have filled in a little about their music and styles or preferences in their profile.  You can search profiles using the Member Search function on the User menu (that's visible once you've logged on).  So, if you're looking for a bass player, type in "bass" (without the quotes) and click the magnifying glass icon or hit <enter>.  If you're looking for a drummer, typ ein "drums drummer".  You should see any and everyone who has the keyword of choice somewhere in their profile. 

That's pretty much it for searching and finding!  Enjoy!

Dead Season
When Everything’s Lost
2008
Independent

May 20th, 2008 marked the two year long wait for Maine’s quintessential metal band, Dead Season, to release their next full length release. The wait has been highly anticipated and filled with highs and lows for the band. After listening to this release over 10 times before even sitting down to write this review, I must say Dead Season turned tragedy and success into one amazing new release.

Saturday May 24, 2008 - Bridge Street Tavern: http://www.myspace.com/BridgeStTavern

As a child with very few friends, I learned to develop a vivid imagination. I remember spending hours as a small boy in the living room with my father watching hours of old westerns. I think my father had a secret crush on Dale Evans, for he watched her movies with Roy Rogers over and over again.

Saturday afternoons my father would settle into his lazy-boy recliner with a cold beer, bag of Humpty Dumpty potato chips, and a Roy Rogers classic on VHS. I would run to my room, grab my cowboy hat, practice lasso, and my Daisy air rifle, and hop on top of my rocking horse and drift off into the Wild West and imagine I was there, chocking back dust, sleeping under the stars, and calling my wooden horse, Trigger.