RYNDERS, colton jamie

[colton "lumberjack" cox]

colton jamie rynders.
twenty-two ,, green bay, wi ,, sixsixsix/drummer ,, straight ,, carefree ,, mike fuentes
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"so..... hi. i'm colton. you can call me colt if you want. you can call me rynders if you want too, since that's my last name. and, yeknow. people do that sometimes. hell, if you even wanna call me jamie, go ahead. i'll get over that. i'm pretty easygoing. at least, i like to think i am, you know. i try to be. SO ANYWAYS, i'm colton jamie rynders, and i'm the drummer for sixsixsix on the perfectly dysfunctional tour. pretty epic. i don't know, i'm bad at talking about myself... i'm twenty-two years old, and i've been with the band since the beginning, when we formed three years ago. we've been signed for one, and honestly, i haven't had a better year in my life. oh and my birthday, that's january fifth. this paragraph is pretty random, not gonna lie. or at least the ending.

anyways, me... oh god i still hate this. i'm not good at talking about myself. just go watch me on set and talk to me after, it'd be so much easier. you'd get the full thing that way. uh, well... i dunno, i guess i'm pretty laid back, like i said. i suck at talking about myself. i'm pretty carefree. i think i come off as aloof to people, actually, but really i'm the most laid back guy you could meet. i need a thesaurus, i keep saying laid back. i guess i'm unoriginal then, too! hah. i'm a total goof, really. i just like making people laugh. it's so much better to be somewhere when everyone's in a good mood. it's kind of ironic, really, how different my original appearance and personality are. people often get the wrong first impression when they look at me. because really, i look totally badass and like a bitch (i don't care if i'm a guy, i like that word), and i'm really a nice guy. at least i like to think i am, you know... that would suck if i wasn't. i'd feel bad. because i really do try. people just need to get to know me, because past the badass exterior... i'm not.

i don't know, i guess people think i'm a total jerk because of the tattoos. i kinda have a lot. but it really pisses me off, actually, because they don't mean anything like that. read some of them sometimes. i'm actually a really positive person. most of the time, anyway. maybe it's not the tattoos, and it's just the fact that i smoke and drink. and it's a bad stereotype, but really, a good chunk of the music industry is like that nowadays. i do pot, yeah. if it's at a party, why wouldn't i? and yeah, parties. i hit those up a lot. like i said already, why wouldn't i? they're a good form of entertainment. keep me busy. hah, i was just gonna say they keep me out of trouble. good one. i'm actually kind of a slut, though. i like women, what can i say? if they're coming at me, i'm not going to reject them. i'm not a jackass or anything, though, i know how to treat a woman right.. i think... i don't know, don't tell anyone this, but i haven't actually.. had a real girlfriend before. you know, little flings and shit in high school, but those hardly count. i haven't had a real relationship with a girl before. right now, though, i'm not exactly looking for one. i'm just here to have fun.

so, the history of el me. i'm from green bay, wisconsin, born and raised. the frozen tundra, home of the cheeseheads, yeah all that. i lived on the other side of town though, east side, away from lambeau. mom, she never had a lot of money. she was a single mother, her boyfriend got her pregnant and pretty much ditched her when he found out the news. great guy, huh? i've never really had a legit father figure in my life. mom dated on and off, but nothing serious ever came about, so it was just me and her. i was okay with that, though. i never really questioned why i just had a mommy until i started school, and the other boys in my class talked about going fishing and hunting with their dads. and i'll admit it, i was jealous. i was a little kid, you know. i wanted to be like them. mom calmly explained that daddy wasn't with us anymore, or something, i don't remember. it was good enough for five-year-old me, though.

my childhood was actually pretty uneventful. just me and mom in our slightly ransacked home on the bad side of town. green bay really wasn't a bad place to live in at all, though. it was a city, yeah, but it wasn't that huge that any side was really a bad side. you could technically call where we lived the ghetto, but trust me, i've been to chicago. where we lived was nothing in comparison. it was a walk in the park compared to some of the people down there. but, yeah, my life. well, yeah, nothing particularly interesting happened in my childhood. i started playing drums in fifth grade, back when you were required to join band, yeknow. and i saw a kid playing a trap set in the back of the room and i just died. metaphorically. i knew that's what i wanted to play. so, i tried it out, and it was instant love. i never quit band, all throughout high school. hell, i was the band president in high school. which really isn't that amazing of a feat because it really didn't do anything other than show off that i was a band geek. seriously, i would sit in the band room in my free time and blow my brains out on the trap set.

by eighth grade i had my own trap set in my room. well, until it got moved to the basement by mom because it was "too loud." i saved up for that thing for four years, so really i was just overjoyed with the fact that she didn't make me get rid of it. i would have died literally that time. i had friends, yeah, but really the drums were my best friend. i loved music. i started making bands with friends from middle school onward, all those little local bands that never get anywhere and then fall apart within months. they were enough to start getting me into the partying scene, though, and by my sophomore year i was already out partying every weekend and getting drunk at most of them. i started smoking, doing pot, everything. and i loved it. i'd never been happier in my life. the minute i turned eighteen, i got my first tattoo, and dammit, i was one happy kid.

things only got better when a few friends and i formed another band, sixsixsix. and believe it or not, this one is actually getting somewhere. we stayed together for two years, then we got signed just a year ago. now we're on tour. it's just unreal. i've always loved music and wanted to do something with it in my life, but i never actually thought i'd really get anywhere with it. and now i am. i'm living the dream now more than i was back in high school when i was partying and blasting away on the trap set in the band room during study hall. seriously, life is great."





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it was fifth hour. algebra two. and rander hated algebra two. he hated math in general. hell, he kind of just hated any classes in general. math, however, was in particular danger of meeting his wrath. in this case, his wrath meaning asking to go to the bathroom, and just... not coming back. taking a detour. he'd say he had to go to the office or something when he came back at the end of the hour. or maybe he'd just leave his stuff in there forever, his book, notebook, calculator, and pencil. he had other pencils, and the rest of the stuff he didn't need for other classes. he'd just never go to math anymore. that sounded pretty darn appealing to rander. hm, school with no more math... well, it'd be an improvement. that would be about it, though. school still sucked. he still could rarely grasp the concept of.. anything. it was all hard to him. the only thing that came easily? music. and that was why in his detour, rander was slowly meandering through the hallways and to the band room.

rander was in band. he wasn't much of a help, though, when all he could really play was guitar. he'd play the brass instruments a lot, just to add more of a backbone to the band, but really all he wanted to do was play guitar. trombone wasn't his thing. it was too... tromboney, and that wasn't cool. rander was more of a strings man. the only problem was, there was never really room for a guitarist in a high school band. it just didn't work. but rander loved music so much that he took the class anyway, and spent, well, a good chunk of his free time in here. during school, anyway. the rest of his free time out of school was spent at home or with maci. even at school, half the tiem it was with maci. it seemed like it would be that way now, too, as rander heard the soft melodies coming from the piano in the back of the room. maci. he could recognize her just by the sound of the piano, the tune she was playing. he smiled softly as her body came into view. god, he loved that girl. ah, he shouldn't have said that. now he was going to go into rant mode. because rander knew he loved maci, but he didn't know how he loved her. it was too complicated. she was his best friend. and... gah. he didn't know.

the young boy shoved the thoughts out of his head, flipping his hair back as he did. kinda like he literally shoved the thoughts out of his head. poof, there they go. he walked quietly past maci and into a side room, where he grabbed his guitar from its place against the wall. a fender acoustic. nothing fancy. it was what he used at school whenever they actually managed to find a use for a guitar during band. most of the time he just didn't bother to bring it home. why would he, after all, when he already had another in his room? he threw the strap around his neck and grabbed a pick -- lime green, of course -- and walked back out to maci, only to hear her hit one key and let the note fade away. ...was she okay? she looked sad. she looked like something was wrong. and rander knew maci. this didn't look so great. he softly strummed a chord on his guitar, then walked up to her, singing gently. it was instinctive, everything he did with maci. he never thought about it. the words poured out of his mouth, a smile coming to his face when he wasn't singing. "whoever she is, whoever she may be, one thing's for sure... you don't have to worry." he stopped after the first chorus, because who honestly wanted to sit there and listen to him the whole time? rander gave maci a smile and set his guitar down next to the piano, then sat down on the piano bench next to her. "what's going on?" oh rander. if you only knew.

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