Largely now, I mainly blame social media, our addiction to it, and the post-truth era we live in for how mad this all became (which is no fault of our own as individuals and mainly just the total abuse of control the rich and powerful exert over us though their control over social media to keep us fighting meaningless battles between each other and destroying any real notion of change from the bottom up). Anyway, these platforms allowed and encouraged one scene wide game of telephone where sentiment is the only truth as it becomes more and more of a lie as it travels through the dms of the masses. It quickly got blown way out of proportion, from the actual harm done. In my opinion, all it needed was an in person conversation, some reading comprehension, some grace, and some honesty. But at least in the state we are in now a days, thats an impossible ask, and thus the tyrants inherit the Earth.
Now I'm writing this while things are still fresh but I reached a point of clarity on the matter. Everything in my life hit a hard reset. I went back in time two years to when I first started playing music in this city. That first year, without all this "scene" noise, was an amazing year, especially that summer. Why? There was no social image to uphold, no "friendships" to keep, just us making art without any restriction, no need to tiptoe around feelings, just ourselves and a passion to create. This is how I like to create, in anything I do and try to maintain that sentiment always. It got us in trouble though as we entered a environment less about art and more about clout (a rat race looking back, we maybe, at the time, entered as well). Anyway, below follows my raw evolving feelings as this unfolded. Will I feel the same way in the future (or now depending on when you are reading this), probably not (idk). Did I feel that way then? YES. Have I fully moved on? Not yet, something undefinable still weighs on me like an anchor, its still there when I wake up and my words feel detached from my body, idk if you even fully heal from a bullet wound, this is was my first time being shot. Though I know this scar will always be with us, personally. So without further ado, heres the story behind it, when it was still bleeding, from my point of view. Think of it more as an archive if you will, or maybe a graveyard, for all intents and purposes I've moved on, you have to.
[Original Post] Friday April 11th 11:01pm:
Seven Hour Suicide does not play April 12 2025
We are hurt. Sundered by a blow. We are alone. We are shunned. We are misunderstood. Most of all: WE ARE MAD AS HELL! (and we are not going to hide it)
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If you got here from the front page, well, I hid it nice find, it used to be clickbait telling ya'll to suck our dicks and this being our suicide note. To get more people to click a "link" you have to make them hate you, in other words it has to be attractive, something we real post-cels are not. If you got here by other means, welcome, gaze upon our bullet wound. Unfortunately it didn't kill us. Our assassins were spineless and couldn't hold the gun (and their phones) straight when it came to completing a simple deed despite aiming at our head. The bullet instead went though the bottom left side of our skull, it entered, mangled our occipital region, and exited. We are now blind and lost (our eyes still fixed open). Our mangled body persists more though animalistic survival instinct than any will to survive. I hope you're mad now just like us. Lets get real: dramatics aside its time to be honest. Since you are here now I encourage you to read if you care or ever did, probe your fingers into our gushing, bloody, sticky void and discover Seven Hour Suicide. This is not about YOU but about US, oblige me.
Seven Hour Suicide has always been THREE members. Count it: ONE, TWO, THREE! A group of friends having fun with their youth and making art while we still have time to do this stupid shit. We make art with no filter, and don't really try to justify our actions. Our goal is not to cause pain and hurt people but to have fun and express our art in the only way we can. Which is controversial and fucked up and raw, sorry you sex freaks but yeah we horny too, we like to be honest about it here. I want to make it clear, the three members of this band have a close bond (a blood ritual many moons ago). We all are responsible for each others art and back it with our full chest. We ride together. When you talk about Seven Hour Suicide you talk about these THREE MEMEBERS, all of them. We aren't perfect and fuck up a lot, often times your art doesn't do as expected or intended, such the nature of creating art, we understand it comes the territory so we roll with the punches. We never hid our nature and never will, this is who we are if you don't like it you don't have to listen/read/engage we aren't forcing you. We make bad art sometimes, we make bad judgments, we make bad decisions, this is human art after all not the AI generated lyrics most people want to hear now a days. One member handles the riffs, hes stubborn about it. The other handles the drums, hes toxic enough for it. The third handles writing and singing, he's honest about it. We all come together nitpick, fight and yell at eachother until a song comes out. Sometimes we have fun and make websites, or shitpost, or make videos, or write fictional!!!! erotica. It's not a traditional process but it's our process.
Last night our Instagram got reported off the platform. This didn't even happen to the late and great 4MDV. Instagram works on a strike system when removing guideline breaking content, our account was immediately suspended. Nice try you cowards, we have a basement, a terminal and an indomitable human spirit. Take this website down assholes lets see how much you care about removing us. You piss me off.
[Edit] Monday April 15th 04:26: The data even downloaded from Instagram though the proper means has all been deleted (all we got was lain smoking 4 cigarettes XD), we had no chance to save the work we put into the posts because of this move by the scene we cared about, don't use Instagram
This all got messy pretty fast didn't it? we are all mad as hell aren't we? We have made great, life changing and lovely connections in our time here. We are extremely grateful for the times we had and the support we have received, this is life altering stuff in the best way possible. There is a beauty in all of this, lets try and find it. Despite all that happened now, reluctantly we still have a soft and warm feeling. It's there beneath all the drama and lies and pain and it's real? Things were handled very poorly behind the scenes and we are too busy trying to find out and blame who shot first. We all play one big game of telephone trying to hide the identities of people who are brazen enough to talk shit but not brave enough to do it to our face (these people may even be ourselves). We talk shit to eachother all the time we big disrespectors here at 7HS, we like a good bit of banter try us sometime, you might have fun. Anyway, all this to say we are tired of this "telephone" game. We are tired of talking behind eachothers back and stabbing there so we don't have to confront the wincing face. We want to change this dynamic. However small an insignificant and useless it may seem, but we are going to try.
If we pissed you off, hurt you even, maybe you hate us, maybe you like us still and wanna show support, maybe you wanna share a story (possibly erotic in nature), maybe you want to send us a funny shit post about inceldom, or maybe you just wanna say goodbye. Whatever it is send it to the email below and say it to all THREE of us. We aren't asking for forgiveness or anything stupid like that we are just asking for honesty. If you choose not to send an email and still want to talk shit and get in our way just LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE. This is Ottawa there are many more places for you, grow up and get out of my mutuals dms. For the few of you who do want to send us a message, we aren't going to respond we will only read, and wont even be checking our email for a while honestly, we going dark. You are welcome to use the many anonymous email services to send a one off email to us if you desire to stay anonymous, but if you gunna be an OPP at least back it up with a name because you all know who we are.
Seven Hour Suicide email: sevenhour988@gmail.com
(sorry its gmail ik, its what our singer set up a while ago out of quick necessity, ya'll use instagram anyway, you want more private means the you can send to moridori with a header saying its for 7HS, preferably its to the 7HS email though)
We are saddened by the state of things, many people are hurt now (which ultimately was not intentional by any real involved imo). But goodbye for now, take care of yourself and fight your hardest to have the best summer possible. We care about you somehow still, even though theres nothing left in this world. Good morning, good afternoon, goodnight. Goodbye.
[Edit] Sunday April 13th 1:41am: The following will only be from a place of anger as any sort of kindness and hope within me has been lost at this moment. This has now become about you. Friends don't use each other, exploit each other and most of all lie to each other. Stop using that fucking word if you do this to the same people you call friends. Say what you will about us, but we have never done anything so malicious, my biggest mistake was not listening to my real friends. Leaving this here so I don't have to think about this anymore, leave us out of this shit, and learn from it. If my feelings make you mad they always were going to make you mad no matter how I expressed them. I was not trying to be a saviour by supplying gear for your show or any bullshit like that, I only tried to do what I thought was right: offer an avenue towards kindness and forgiveness and show I still care despite it all. Only to be told 5 minutes before start time I'm not welcome here and I must leave. Total fucking head turn. Someone fucking tell me why I wasn't told I was not welcome before the show, when I committed to still helping? I'm not mad about not being allowed to go, I get it theres a social image at stake, what I don't get is why I was USED. To be honest though I should've expected something two faced from people who already proved that they are, to bring my gear was on me I should've known better than to make a stupid decision like that, the lies and two faced behavior is your fault. When you do this kinda thing it tests your bonds for sure, this is a practice in straining relationships, and when those bonds are weak, it's only natural the tyrants rise to the top, too bad I have no tolerance for tyrants.
Don't book the most controversial band in Ottawa for your politically funded show, don't let a tyrant who's trying to be in that band take over your show so he can have "his" fucking band in it and force you to make that dumb decision you know is wrong, don't be fucking surprised when said controversial band does something controversial. We never asked for this, stop acting like we did, and stop trying to blame us, change the only thing you can change and thats your fucking self. Sorry we dropped erotica right before your show, it was a dumb move and fair enough to drop us from the show for that we weren't a great fit anyway, everything that happened after was on you. The easy act was making the erotica disappear, the impressive act was making your friends disappear. All we needed was one week of time, your show was supposed to be the positive note to kick off the healing, my faith in that died.
Stop fighting and canceling the people that are the same as you. Take it out on your landlord. Some DIY lefty alt scene I mean really its pathetic.