The Used/Chadam Has posted some details about who Chadam is. Click here to read more about who he is.

The Used posted a new video about their new album Lies For The Liars, watch and LISTEN!!

Over the past few days on the myspace blog, myspace.com/chadamlives, a story has been unraveling. You may notice the character Chadam is also featured on the album cover of the new The Used album, Lies For The Liars, scheduled to hit stores on May 22nd. Many are confused on the story of Chadam, who he is or what its about. Could it be about a couple guys? Chad and Adam? Only time will tell. Well here’s his story….the first 3 parts anyways.

Part 1
I wasn’t always like this.
Well, I mean?I WAS, I guess.
Maybe my eyes were closed.
Maybe my eyes were just…lying.
But the FEELING was always there, constantly bubbling in the dent of my chest.
I always felt that my insides were too big for my skin. Like any minute my skin would start to separate and let out my organs and my bones, which were dying to escape. I was a water balloon, on the brink of exploding, saturating the hands of whoever was dumb enough to keep filling me, testing my elastic sheath. Other people exaggerate and claim that they can see their heart beating ferociously out of their chests, pushing their skin out like a cartoon when they are scared, or excited, or when they catch Zoe kissing Stan in the back of the video store. Well?fuck those people. Because its not just my heart that I could see trying to escape. It was my lungs, my stomach, hell, sometimes I even saw the forms of chewed potato chips poking out through my throat as gravity and muscle contractions force them to descend to the hell that is my intestines. And it wasn’t just when I was scared. It was when I was awake…
It was painful to watch. But not nearly as painful as not being ABLE to watch. When I think about it, my eyes never had the benefit of seeing the beauty that was painted on me all along. At least, not until HE came. I didn’t know his name, hell I don’t even know what he looked like (she? No, it wasn’t a she?those dissipating footsteps weighed at least a good 200 lbs. and the only 200-pound woman I can think of who would be a delivery-man is Wanda Sykes but I’m pretty sure she’s out on the road somewhere telling fucking retarded, high pitched jokes about the men who fail to bow down to her). Was he Cee-lo sized or was he that tall skinny fuck from road trip? Or if he was even human for that matter. At this point though, I don’t think anyone is fully human. But I remember his knock. God, his knock. If I got robbed for 300 bucks, a book full of clich?s and a starter jacket by a KNOCK and had to pick it out of a line up I could do it with my ears closed. There was such a distinguishable tone to it. Like the sound of an empty snapple bottle bouncing on a rotting pier. 3 knocks. And those 3 knocks changed everything?.

Part 2
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
It was quick. I was caught off guard. And for that reason alone I will never know WHO (or WHAT) knocked. And even though I like to let my imagination run wild and picture a 2-headed chimera galloping with the grace of a bulimic gazelle up to my doorstep and knocking his porcelain fangs against my front door, I guess WHO knocked isn’t that important right now. But what they left on my door mat, is.
I was writing at the time. I do that a lot. A LOT. I’m not a writer. I like to pretend I am, though, disguising a shitty journal entry by dressing it up in a ton of over-descriptive similes and adjectives. Maybe at least this route would take me to Hollywood to write for Gillmore Girls if I ever showed anyone. But I won’t, because I know who I am. Actually, scratch that. I know what MY ABILITIES are. I have the ability to imagine. That’s it. Unfortunately nowadays, the ability to imagine can only get you a room full of people telling you to stop because its not medically sound. Imagination is a sickness, I guess. An ancient taboo. So I keep it to myself. And I write. And I write. And I write. Probably poorly, but I don’t mind.
Though I have a good idea, I forget exactly WHAT I was writing at the time of the knock because everything following it happened so quickly. The light. The fear. The rooftop. The pain. I think I was furthering the adventures of a character I created called “Manda”. Yah, you guessed it. He’s a man with a Panda head. Manda gets into all sorts of perilous and ridiculous situations because he’s caught between 2 worlds. Part of him wants to chew on bamboo leaves and live alone, while the other part of him wants to PARTY! He’s the world’s first endangered MAN. Hunters are chasing him, conservationists want to help him and study him, and girls want to marry him. I told you I wasn’t a writer.
When I heard the knocks, my bic hit the paper, and the adventures of Manda the Panda-man stopped faster than Mario and Luigi when they switch directions in the first Mario bros game. And my adventure began?

Part 3
…The left half of my body practically lunged to the peephole of my apartment’s front door after the knock, out of sheer terror, but my right half stood its ground and held down the fort like any good Texan would have done during those first 12 days at the Alamo. I was startled, to say the least. Fresh venison in the headlights of a hatchback. You see, I don’t get many visitors where I live. And when I do, its either someone looking for the meth lab 2 doors down, or the kids from 415A scratching their names in my doorframe as their knees accidentally hit the door. Needless to say, after the initial shock of hearing 3 distinctive, heavy, (almost magical) intentional knocks, I wrangled both halves of my brain into the same bullpen, and became instantly curious about who that heavy hand was attached to. Excited, almost.
My apartment’s small enough to where 4 steps makes a huge difference in the location of my body. I used to make myself laugh by calling my apartment my “12-Step Program” because it only takes 12 steps to circumvent the entire thing, including that sick yellow toilet of mine. I never DID figure out if that thing was originally white when it was installed, or if it really was genuine yellow porcelain. The window shades were yellow when I moved in too, but I was told that was because the woman who died here before I moved in smoked 4 packs a day for 30 years, and the shades, over time, got painted with huge brush strokes of emphysema.
2 and a half steps north of my desk and I was at the door. I leaned in and tilted my head at just the right angle to get the widest field of vision as I glanced through the peephole.
No one.
I put my ear to the door and listened. I mentally switched on my selective hearing and disregarded the incoherent rustle of the regular cretins who camp out in the hallway and focused strictly on feet of the mysterious knocker. I heard Wanda Syke’s male counterpart walk further away from my apartment and I flew into a hurried conniption as I struggled to undo the 4 locks on my door and remove the duct tape from around the rim of the doorframe. Even if it was just some recovering crackhead pretending to sell Miracle Cleaner so he can get inside my apartment to case the joint, I still needed to put a face to those hypnotizing knocks.
FUCK. As I began to rip off the tape, a corner of it shoved itself in between my ring finger and my ring FINGERNAIL, separating the nail a millimeter or 2 from the skin. Not enough to whine about, but enough to startle me and halt the removal process. And possibly enough to abet Father Time in his act of robbery, because when I finally hurled the door open?.he was gone completely. Looked left. Gone. Looked right. Gone. Like a prequel to that fucking retarded car-stealing Nic Cage remake, he was Gone In Less Than 60 Seconds. But when I looked down, there was a small box on my door mat. And it looked like it was leaking?

Continue the story at myspace.com/chadamlives and make sure to pick up The Used new album Lies For The Liars on May 22nd.

Below is the tracklis for The Used’s upcoming 3rd album, Lies For Liars.

1. The Ripper
2. Pretty Handsome Awkward
3. The Bird and the Worm
4. Earthquake
5. Hospital
6. Paralyzed
7. With Me Tonight
8. Wake the Dead
9. Find A Way
10. Liar Liar (Burn In Hell)
11. Smother Me

The album is scheduled to hit stores on May 22nd.

Click here to preorder The Used – Lies for the Liars

So I just recently got back from the Taste of Chaos 2007. Wow, what an awesome concert. The lineup was great and with the new revolving stage transition time from band to band was minimal and kept it going great. First Evaline played (we missed the first couple songs), then Aiden, Chiodos, Saosin, Senses Fail, 30 Seconds To Mars, and the Used (in that order).

The Used introduced us with a few new songs, some people may have already heard. The new songs were, The Bird and The Worm, Liar Liar, Pretty Handsome Awkward, and Hospital. The new album Lies For Liars is scheduled for release on May 22nd.

Chiodos also introduced a new song, which can be found in a previous post I left of a video of them. Also, exclusive to Detroit, Chiodos named their upcoming album Bone Palace Ballet, set to come out this Fall. I’m so pumped to hear it!

As for cameras, since you weren’t allowed to bring cameras in, I didn’t bother bringing it. Instead I used my nifty lil cell phone and snapped the following shots. Not bad for a cell phone eh?

So here are the pix: