conviction Blog and Journals

Earlier this month, Civet exclusively revealed to Buzznet that they would be touring this fall with Aiden. Today, Buzznet has both the dates for the upcoming tour and an exclusive photo from Hate Culture, the debut release from singer Wil Francis' side project named William Control. Wow.

Goth-rockers Aiden have found themselves with "less than Jake"— Jake Wambold that is. More!

So theres been so much drama around the slight changes Aiden has made in there music. over the last 3 and half years. And fans who heard of them a year ago miss the fast playing and fans from 2 years miss the screaming done on OGDO, and new fans well they just love the catchy tunes and say it ups 4 a band like aiden. the point is we love these guys, i like the new stuff cuz horror doesnt intrest me(i stil listen though). but lets just take the poll. im making a poll, but my thing isnt working its batch r something. so please leave a comment here with what ya think, or ur favorite album r sound of the band.

our gangs dark oath

nightmare anatomy

rain in ..

conviction

 

I think if I were to be more extroverted and loud, I could piss off and annoy even more people that I find to be highly wonderful. Then I'll have so much more inspiration for these awful cartoons I've been drawing of the people I once called friends.

I was thinking about where I stand. How strange and unacceptable I think I am, and how I never get what I want. Well, do I even know anymore? No. That's why I've been listening to these songs and having nothing to relate them to in my own life.

I've been saying the same thing about what I want for so long, that I keep misinterpretting my own thoughts... even though I've grown and changed my perspective. I've been convinced I want something completely different than what I need. I don't know why I seek this immature goal so vehemently. I'm no Joan of Arc, although the imagery of her determination even during death bring me to tears.

I think this is the way my life is supposed to be. I'm not entirely satisfied, although I'm too scared to do anything about changing it. The fear that I'd be messing things up more prevents me from taking action.

Well I never needed anybody to sleep next to me, or kiss me on the cheek. All those Valentine's Day cards make me puke. All I've wanted was the reassurance of reliable friends. When I was five years old, I began asking my parents for a brother. I never got one. I've been trying to find them since then.

But now my highschool best friend has gone off to join the armed forces, and I fear the worst because I never got to say goodbye. I have these dreams that we're in the woods talking about music again. The autumn air and golden light is so much more vivid than real life. I wake up miserable. And my younger one has become a drug addict, and dating my favorite girl. I can't hug either of them anymore. Everyone else I appreciate thinks I'm trying to jump their bones. And I've made a few mistakes and said some things that weren't true without realizing it. When all I ever wanted was to feel safe. I don't need anything but that.

I can't win the game, I know this, so I don't even try. My mother says this is a good thing, that I don't need the distraction. But I can't help think on what I've missed. Maybe I'm not meant to know. Maybe I'm just bound to be this tiny little thing in a skirt and army jacket, stomping through the city on her own. I've got this black book full of discontent, a pack of cigarettes and a coffee between my shaky hands. I look just like I imagined when I was little and thought of my future self, only I'm not as thin as I'd always wished I'd grow up to be.

I wish I could go back. To New Jersey, to the first cold air, to being fourteen. I want the safety of my hometown. But even if it were possible, I know I'd have to go forward at some point. So I guess all there is to do is take it on the chin, and keep moving in the direction I've been walking.

Well I took my shower and chilled for a bit,

It's like 1:34 in the A.M and Marilan Manson is playin on Alternative "They Said That Hell's Not Hot" is the song..... I'm looking 4 pics of Nick That bassist of Aiden... I haven't figured out his last name yet :/ and I found a Benden pic! I like Benden Too^^ but right @ the moment, I'm lookin 4 Nick! But, here's the Benden pic I found_____________________

Isn't it perty, I don't know who found it... wasn't payin any attention *shrugs shoulders*

Who the hell is playin???

Oh, The Bravery O.o

I'm fed up, I'm going to scerch Nick on google! Well, Aiden. I know everyone in Aiden ^.^

Ooooo, I like this song! (Franz Ferdinand- Take Me Out)

NICK WIGGINS!

I found it!!!!!!!! >:P

Wiggins... hehe!

Ahhh! I LOVE THIS SONG! (Army Of Me- Going Through Changes) I totally need to download this song!

Right now, I'm reading about Aiden... humm, There is alot more to know about this band.

Cool!

Oooo, I think Teenage Queen is ganna be their new single after One Love of corse :)

I saw that vid this morning... That soooo made my day! I had to load it like 3 times on youtube! Dumb!!

I'm going to read Nicks wikipedia now!

If I find something interesting... I'll tell u_________________________

The page is still loading. 

U stupid thing! Go!

... It wont let me lean about Nick :*(

Oh but u meanies will let me go find about their record!

Dumb wikipedia!

But at least I get an album cover...

Alex Pardee is amazin isn't he!?

Well, I'm ganna try to leanr about Nick WIGGINS!

Peace!

I leave u with this sweet interestin peace I just found on wiL

Recently in an interview with Kerrang! Magazine, he admitted that he had planned a massacre that he was going to commit in Seattle's Universty District on New Year's Eve, 1999. He claimed his means of carrying out this massacre was "a backpack full of guns". He said he was lonely and violent enough to carry it out because of the life he had lived. He went to jail and upon release decided it was time for him to turn his life around. He wrote a letter of apology to his mother for all the bad times he made her go through (Inspiration for the song Genetic design for dying) and took part in a 6 month rehabilitation course.

my poor wiL-biL D:

"Conviction" Aiden, Victory Records BY RICH MCCRACKEN II AUGUSTA, GA. - The band Aiden is an alternative band with a different sound. It seems to be a blend of punk rock with contemporary alternative, similar to bands such as "My Chemical Romance" and others. Overall, the sound of Aiden on "Conviction" is good for this style of music and their melodies fit the format for this new alt that is being played on many of the stations that you can dial up on our radio. The song called "She Will Love You" has a strong 16th beat drumbeat at the beginning and a really driving guitar sound that lends merit to this particular song. There seems to be a slight chorus effect that can be heard on the guitar during the intervals in the song. This adds nuances to the sound of "She will Love You." "Son of Lies" starts out with a surprising beginning. It's quiet at first with just the singer then it explodes into a maximum distortion alternative sound with metal-style harmony vocals. "Believe" opens with an old rinky-tink, out-of-tune piano that gives this tune it's own signature sound. The drummer really plays on this track, and the use of a really cool reverse tape delay effect sets this track off. The distortion tone on the guitar is massive, but I can detect some type of vintage tube amp being used. These sounds have really beefed up this song. "Believe" is my No.1 pick for this CD. If you like new contemporary alternative, purchase Aidens' new CD, "Conviction" at victoryrecords.com. Aiden - "She Will Love You" (with lyrics)

            I lay there on the trampoline, cautiously turning the pages to my new favorite book Twilight. I was mesmerized by the way the author could keep you waiting for the passionate kiss you knew Edward and Bella were to share. You could feel the love rushing between the two and the element of it being forbidden added the want. Not to mention the feeling of satisfaction when they did. It created a sense of warmth your stomach and made you dream and hope for something like that of your own.

 

          My parents were gone to the store, my brother along with them. They were preparing us for our trip to Indiana to see our Aunts and Uncles on my mother’s side. We were planning on leaving today when we were ready. But seeing as all we needed was food for the journey, it would be soon. I wasn’t really looking forward to it really. The trip alone would be aggravating enough, but in arriving I would have to be careful not to set off any complaints from my Aunt. Her griping would greatly heighten my displeasure.

 

          “Taylor.”

 

          I looked up at the calling of my name. My best friend Jared stood there smiling at me. Yes I mean Jared Leto. Unnatural as it seems for a thirty-five year old man to be my best friend but he was in a healthy way. I could tell him everything and he would always guide me down the right path. He had been at my house three days now, after having been gone for at least a month for some sort of endeavor with his band. I smiled at him.

 

          “Yeah?”

 

          He motioned his head toward the door. “Come on inside.” he said, a mischievous grin on his face. I was confused but walked towards him, setting my book under my arm. He immediately threw his arm on my shoulders, and I wrapped my arm around his small waist. It amazed me how skinny he was and yet so fit at the same time. We walked in the house and he instantly took away my precious book, setting it on the counter. He pointed at the bathroom door.

 

          “Go change.”

 

          “Into what?” I asked him, not questioning his motive like a normal person would have done.

 

          “You’ll see.” He knuckled my cheek before placing his hand on the small of my back and pushing me to the bathroom. I whirled around as he shut the door, showing my shiny baby blue dress. It went down to my ankles with a slight cut by the knee on one side. There were no shoes supplied with the dress which left me perplexed. I slid the dress over my head and looked in the mirror while I adjusted it. I sighed at my appearance. I never found myself attractive no matter how many people told me I was. The dress being so tight fitting, it made me feel even worse about my stomach. I sucked in a bit but I could tell I would have to the whole time to hide my horrible figure.

 

          Suddenly I heard whispering. I pressed my ear to the door. I could barely make out what they were saying or who was saying it. But I heard one thing, and I knew Jared had said it:

 

          “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

 

          I stifled a giggle as Pirates of the Caribbean played in my head. But I eavesdropped again, only to find the conversation over, and footsteps going away. I listened as they faded, then walked out. Jared stood there alone. His beautiful blue eyes went soft when they saw my fourteen year old out of shape figure in a dress meant for a much more fit older girl. I walked up to him, blushing, only to be pulled into a hug.

 

          “You are so beautiful Taylor.” he said. I felt myself blush again. He looked at my face.

 

          “You always look wonderful Jared.” I complimented. This wasn’t a thing that I would normally admit and sometimes deny that I thought it. Of course everyone knew that I still looked at Jared and appreciated him in more than the emotional way. Jared giggled at my red face.

 

          “Let’s go upstairs now.” He said, and took my arm.

 

          “Jared what’s going on?” I asked quizzically. But all he did was laugh as we headed up the stairs.

 

          I saw my room. It was dimly lit, but there seemed to be a light accenting that of a disco ball. The room was also very clean, my futon made into a black couch instead of the normal messy bed, and the floor was very clear and open. But that was not the most prominent thing the room. It was a man. Another one of my dearest friends.

 

          For those of you who don’t know who Aiden is, saying wiL Francis matters not. Yes another famous person, but in meeting Jared, wiL came along. So if you’ve never heard of him, let me describe what he looked like. In a word: perfect. In several, he wore a black suit, a dark red undershirt peaking out. He wasn’t wearing shoes either. The dim lights showed his eyes had been gently laced with eyeliner, bringing out his magnificent green-brown eyes. His jet black hair was slicked back, showing all of his angelic face. He was just like Jared to me except younger. He looked exactly like he had in one of his music videos, Die Romantic. In that he had been somewhat of the Grim Reaper, seeing people off before they did something to harm themselves. He reminded me of the devil. And if he was, hell doesn’t sound so bad. Even though he had represented evil in it, I found it so attractive that I only watched it once as so not to drool too much.

 

          I looked back at Jared. He raised his eyebrows before turning to depart, leaving me with the angel of death. I put my attention back on wiL and walked into my room and stood in the doorway.

 

          “Hey Taylor.” he greeted, flashing his cute crooked smile.

 

          “What’s all this, Mr. Francis?” I asked him. I knew this wasn’t a romantic gesture, him being twenty-five, 11 years older, and we were best friends. So it left me with no explanation. Still all he did was touch a button on the radio, then turning to me and holding out his hand. I gave him a suspicious look but took it anyways. Suddenly the music started playing, making me giggle.

 

          I remembered one time when wiL had called me, not knowing where he was. After describing the scene, I walked outside to see him sitting in his car, high. I carried him into the house and called my best friend Kayla, who helped me nurse him back to health. While he was incapacitated, he told Kayla, Catherine, and me everything. He was trying to forget his ex-girlfriend. It hadn’t just been any relationship. He had been ready to tie the knot, when all she had wanted was the pleasure he gave, and not the love he had to offer. She had cheated on him so badly and it left him scarred. And when I hung up with my friends, he showed all he really wanted was me. He begged for me to hold him and never let go, afraid I would leave him too.

         

          After that, I kept a close eye on him, and my mother let him stay with me. For some reason, my mom trusted him alone with me in my bedroom. Why, I will never understand. wiL and I started to talk more. We even told each other our deepest darkest guilty pleasure: country music. We both had laughed and started discussing our favorite songs and now as the radio played one of them, I saw him smile at my laughter.

 

          “LeAnn Rimes.” I said, stating the singer’s name.

 

          “Oh nothing ‘bout love makes sense.” he sang, and brought me into him, holding my hand, then putting his hand on my waist. I place my other hand on his shoulder as we started to dance, explaining why we wore no shoes. I could feel when he’s step on my toes, it would have killed had he been wearing shoes.

 

          “Are you sending me a message?” I said sarcastically. He laughed and danced around with me, singing the words softly.

 

          “Why are you doing this?” I asked for the second time.

 

          He finally looked at me and sighed. “Taylor, you are so special to me. You held me tight when I needed you, you cared for me when I was high or drunk, and you listen to me when my own friends won’t. You deserve to be treated like the goddess you are.”

 

          I thanked God the lights were so dim so he couldn’t see how red my face was. He was quoting a story I had written. The story hadn’t been that bad but that meant he knew about all my other stories which wasn’t good and that particular story had been about another one of my close friends, Davey Havok. And I hope he didn’t read my new one with Frank… but to hear him say it made me blush as well. I even felt butterflies in my stomach. He laughed knowing I was embarrassed and kissed my forehead. I lay my head sideways on his shoulder. He immediately wrapped his arms fully around me. I reached up to place my hands on his shoulders from behind. We rocked back and forth, feeling the warmth radiating off of each other.

 

          The final guitar chords were struck. I felt wiL lift his head off of mine. I looked up in his eyes and saw an evil smile across his face. The next song started and I burst out laughing.

 

          “Are you serious?” I giggled. wiL threw his head back in laughter and let go, twirling me around. Then he took both my hands and danced ridiculously and started singing.

         

          “Every time you take a sip in this smoky atmosphere you press that bottle to your lips and I wish I was your beer.”

 

          I giggled and joined in. “In the small there of your back your jeans are playing peek-a-boo I'd like to see the other half of your butterfly tattoo. Hey that gives me an idea let's get out of this bar drive out into the country and find a place to park. 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers and I'd like to check you for ticks.”

 

          We laughed till we were red in the face. After our crazy dancing he was breathless. He fell on the bed, pulling me unorthodoxly on the bed in my long dress. He stretched his legs out and patted his lap. I giggled and sat down on him, uncaring since I had done this so many times before. I looked at him. The only difference was his hair was now a mess and falling in his face.

 

          Yet he was still perfect.

 

          I lay my head on his shoulder, and felt his arms wrap protectively around my waist. His lips reached around and kissed my cheek. I sighed unintentionally and closed my eyes.

 

          Suddenly I heard him singing so sweetly and softly into my ear. I opened my eyes and captured every sweet word and savored the taste of his heartfelt meaning. As he stopped singing I looked in his eyes.

 

          “What is that?”

 

          “It’s nothing.” he said quickly, but he couldn’t avoid my eyes. He seemed to be drawn towards my gaze. His eyes flickered from my own then down and back up again repeatedly.  I realized what he was looking at.

 

          “wiL?” I heard myself stutter.

 

          In slow motion, I watched as his hand reached around and found my neck. Time went even slower as I felt the pressure push my face towards his. Somewhere before the collision, our eyes closed.

 

          I’m still not sure how long the kiss lasted, but it seemed to do so much. I felt our emotions flow through us. We shared more in that single kiss than any words had ever expressed. We saw the world through each other’s eyes. Either that or the world disappeared and it was just me and wiL. Or an impossible mixture of both. His lips were so soft, but as cold and as hard as ice, yet I felt a warm electric current run through my veins. And then we were regrettably pulling away.

 

          I opened my eyes and looked at his face now. It had changed somehow. His lips were slightly parted, but released no breath. His lips that had warmly kissed my cheeks so many times before now seemed different. They appeared more inviting. It took me that long to realize his angelic face, his heavenly lips had been pressed on my normal ordinary ones.

 

          But all I could do was smile and act like it had been nothing. He did the same and just smiled and laughed breathlessly. We had rendered each other breathless. It amazed me. I wanted to tell him that that was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. And though I’d never been able to read his dark eyes before, I could see he felt the same longing for the magical feeling again. Then I heard the song that was playing now, that I hadn’t noticed before.

 

          “Whole world could change in a minute just one kiss could stop its spinning we could think it through but I don't want to, if you don't want to we could keep things just the same leave here the way we came with nothing to lose but I don't want to, if you don't want to”

 

          Sugarland. I don’t want to. How perfect. I looked in his eyes again and felt the pressure on my neck, but the grinding of gravel snapped us back to reality. He let out a breath, and settled for kissing my cheek. We quickly went downstairs, hands entwined. I felt relief to see my parents still in the van, giving wiL a chance to escape from the front door. He stopped and looked at me.

 

          “I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

 

          “September 21^st, St Andrews Hall. It’s close. You can stop by.”

 

          His crooked smile spread across his face, shearing our downcast mood. “I knew I could count on a groupie to know.”

 

          Normally I would have pushed him but I mearly giggled.

 

          “I promise I’ll come back.” he said, holding my cold hands in his large ones.

 

          “Promise me something else.”

 

          “Anything.”

 

          “Nothing. No drugs, alcohol…sex, nothing.” I looked deep into his eyes, tryingto show him my worry.

 

          Then I felt the magic again as our lips met for a second time. Though slightly brief, it made me without the ability to breathe, and I felt the wonderful sensation run through the both of us. He let go and caressed my cheek with his thumb.

 

          “I promise both of them.”

 

          I watched him sneak away as long as I could before rushing into the bathroom to grab my clothes. I hurried upstairs and changed, hanging my dress back up. I then raced downstairs to help my parents with the grocries, careful not to lick my lips. I didn’t want to lose his taste.

 

*****

          “You rock mom.” I said to her as she puchased my new belongings from Hot Topic.

 

          “Remember that.” She said. “I’m buying you goth pants, a shirt that spells black with a q, and a CD with a parental advisory. I’ve lost it.”

 

          I grinned. “Yes you have and I thank you for it.”

 

          We got back to my Aunt Rita’s house from the Indiana Mall. I put my clothes away and went back in the livingroom, CD in hand. Alex had already ripped out his new Tony Hawk game, the one with Bam Magera in it to my happiness. I loved that game, but I wanted to listen to my music.

 

          “Hey Alex?”

 

          “Yeah?”

 

          “Can I-“

 

          “I’ll turn the volume down.”

 

          I giggled at how well my brother knew me. I put the CD in the player and praised God everyone else was outside. The piano began and I listened for wiL’s voice.

 

          As the CD played, I watched Alex play his game. We both sang the words to Teenage Queen and and One Love.

 

          Then I heard the words again.

 

          “Hang on Alex, I need to go back.” I said instantly. I stood up and tore apart the flowery Conviction case. I saw the lyrics and with a trembling hand, pressed the button to begin the song “Moment” again. I listened with all my heart as wiL sang the words he had mearly a day ago, as we sat on my bed just before our first kiss. I closed my eyes and felt my eyes well up as I heard wiL sing it again, marking my new favorite song:

 

          “I will wait for this moment when our lips collide and almost stop the earth; you’re in my arms tonight.”

 

 

 

*so im in Indiana and...yeah I went to Hot Topic and got goth pants a Blaqk Audio T-shirt, and YEP Conviction!!! and i thought of this.i will be continuing my story when i get home!! tell me what you think of this.

 

i just got conviction by aiden last night and it is AMAZING!!!!! it's pretty different from some  of their other stuff but i absolutly love it.i haven't said that about a cd since meds came out. i'm totally in love <3

oh yeah, how was the football game? *i kinda refuse to go to those until reason jumps out and punches me in the face so until them i shall live vicariously through you all*

much love

 

Hi, everyone. :) It's yahh boy Aaron.

M.I.A.'s new album, Kala, came out today. I love it. A lot. So much that it hurts my head. "20 Dollar" could be my new favourite song.

Aiden sucks. I despise them. Especially wiL, who needs to lay off of that scarf. It's great that you love an article of clothing, but please...Give it a rest. No one cares.

However, I do care that you kids totally copied the Cure ont his piece of rubbish you call an album. The Cure were one of my first favourite bands, so prepare to die.

You have been forewarned. You're not Davey Havok, you're not Danzig, and you're NOT Robert Smith, so step off and try to be your ow person.

That is, if you can handle it.

This Is For The Suffering, The Lonely, The Desperate  And The Broken  Hearted, Someday you’re going to wake up and see the world through different eyes. This record is YOURS

Believe .

Aiden