Corey Balsamo

Singer-songwriter from New York. Just trying to figure it all out.

So everybody put your best suit or dress on..

Today is December 31st, 2009: the last day of the year & the last day of the decade! Wow. That’s simply insane! I remember Y2K and all the media craze involved during the period of time preceding it. I think you know you’re growing up once you can clearly remember events that took place over a decade ago. I’m 97% sure I slept through the ball drop back in 2000. Hey, I was eight - leave me alone.

Aside from thinking back a whole decade, I’m more prone to thinking back to just last year. Had you told me on January 31st, 2008 that in the following year I would have released my first CD worldwide, toured twice, once with Ryan Cabrera, met John Mayer and dropped out of college, I would have said you were crazy. But all of that is factual. And I’m glad it is. I couldn’t be more satisfied with how many of the events that occurred this year panned out. The only thing left to do now is to keep the momentum and keep moving forward. It’s an absurdity what can be conceived in a year’s time. It makes you believe that almost anything is possible.

So, tonight, we’ll celebrate in the ringing in of a new year and a new decade. Happy to have you all along with me for the ride. Here’s to all of you.

CB

So you think you can tell?

Typically, I like to keep my blogs music oriented. I won’t deny that sometimes personal tidbits end up in here every now and then that aren’t necessarily part of my life as a musician. So, please, forgive me beforehand. Either way you look at it, this is a personal account and everything I write is from the heart.

I realized a long time ago that you can’t change people. Oh, you can alter them and nag them to change finer details about their character that peeve you or better suit you. But ultimately, a person is their own and they belong to themselves. And although a year or two ago, what I felt like would help just wasn’t feasible because people don’t always bend the way you want them to. I tried to make someone bend in my past. I tried to make her fine tune certain aspects that I felt were beneficial to both of us. Regardless if they were, it’s just too hard to change someone and it’s much easier to get bent out of shape when you’re trying to change them all the time. You’ll just have to accept that your personalities clash and your situation is no different from anyone else’s. Yes, I did realize that a long time ago. But now I’m really starting to grasp it. I’m really starting to understand it.

I don’t really know what I’m getting at here. This was just on my mind this morning.

Half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation..

5:40 AM, December 17th, 2009. In a couple of hours, I’ll have all my things packed in my car. I’ll hand in my withdrawal form to the student affairs office. I’ll turn in my residence hall key as well as the key to my room. I’ll remove my John Mayer poster from the wall - more carefully this time. I’ll say good-bye to Dylan, one of the best roommates I could have ever asked for. Then, I’ll get in the car with Vin, the other greatest roommate in the world, and say good-bye to college forever.

For most everyone I know, this is Winter break. Time to see the family, take a breather and some time off. Reconnect with old friends. Take a vacation. Pause life for a little while. It’s so different for me, though. Life starts now.

Everyone’s been asking me about my “next step”. “What’s your next step, Cor?” “What’re you gonna do now?” That’s the hardest question to answer in the world. I don’t really know where to start. As much as I want to hop back in a van again and tour more of the country, I know that I have some much needed ground to cover before that ground is covered. And it’s gonna take some time. Just be patient with me, I promise, we’re gonna pull through this together.

Let me clarify before I say anything else that I don’t regret going to college. I did my best to go in with an open mind and a big heart. I won’t necessarily say I gave it my all and I won’t admit to going to every class that I was expected to. I won’t say it was the best choice of school for me. And I won’t say it was the best experience of my life. But it was an experience.

I think I’ll look back on my time spent at Purchase College as an eye-opening experience for me as a person and a songwriter. I’ve finally set my priorities straight. I’ll admit I did a lot of complaining and moaning at times when I thought I was sick of this place and just done with everything that had to do with formal education. But I had a strong support system behind me, being my parents and close friends, pushing me through with words of encouragement, constantly telling me I could do it - and I did it! I truly don’t think I would have done it without them and I know that sounds cliche but that’s just how it is.

I want to go home and get the ball rolling. My parents are giving me this opportunity to pursue this dream that often times looks crazy. And I’m sure I often look crazy to them. It takes a lot for a parent to let their child, especially their youngest & their last, take a leap of faith like this. Not many aspiring musicians my age ever get that opportunity and clearance from their parents that I have been granted and to be quite honest, I’d feel pretty selfish not taking this shot, on behalf of aspiring musicians. My parents are letting me live and they have, from what I can see, a bit of faith in me. So if I ever do “make it”, whatever you classify that as, I owe everything to them.

If you don’t know me too personally, you probably aren’t aware that my parents split when I was three years old. So, this decision took a lot of time and discussion on both sides. I took the initiative to address it to them both individually. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a struggle or a fight for dominance in the situation. Both of my parents hit common ground in explaining to me, quite similarly, that being happy is the most important thing there is and to never stick around in a situation in which you are unhappy. I’ve taken advice from them before during times I’ve felt stuck when I was younger and more naive and this was always a recurring piece of advice from them both. If there is one thing I want you to walk away with after reading this, it is that token of advice from my parents. Take it and apply it to everything you possibly can. Trust me, you’ll be a better person when you’re happy.

The future scares me and excites me altogether. And I’ve realized that more recently than ever. So, from today forward I’m going to narrow my span of time I’m looking forward to. I don’t want to be “past Corey” or “future Corey”. I want to be whoever Corey is today. My head works better when its not clouded and perplexed. I’m gonna take baby steps onto the right path instead of sprinting down the wrong one. So, if you still want me to answer that question on what my “next step” is, well, right now I’m gonna crawl back into my small, often uncomfortable extra long twin sized bed, lay my head on my pillow and call it a day. Tomorrow, well, that’s another story.

It’s Day 1.

-Cor

It’s December.

Since my last post, much has changed. I’ve met new musicians who play beside me. I’ve been working steadily on new songs. I’ve been embracing life with no shame. I’ve made do with traveling and playing shows while juggling this first semester at this weird place called “college”. Over all, you could say I’m a pretty happy camper. Still, one thing has not changed and that is my love for music. I’ve come to terms that I need to leave this place. I’ve been at Purchase College just over three months now and I really can’t complain with the experiences I’ve had and lovely new friends I’ve met since I moved away from home. The most explicit factor is that I won’t be attending another school next semester. Making such a big decision at such an early point in my life is scary and I know this. I’ve listened and heard others advice and I’ve taken the most viable amounts of it into account. But I also know that I know myself better than anyone. And I know I work best when I don’t have a thousand other people in my head. I needed a clear head. And my clear head is telling me what my next step is.

I leave Purchase in about two weeks and from there on, it’s game time.

Let’s do this.

CB

I need to find a way to say this.

September has come and passed. I have nearly completed my first month as a first semester college student. This is not a landmark for me. It’s more of a monumental breaking point. In the past few weeks, I’ve gotten to experience a lot of the infantile stages of a college student. I’ve met new people. Really nice, new people. I go to a school with an esteemed reputation for its programs and its alumni. I live 25 minutes from a city that is the mecca and the hub of the cultural world. You could say I’ve got it all mapped out. I’ve got some big plan up my sleeve. And I’m just going to surprise everyone one day. The truth is, this wasn’t what I asked for. I thought it was, but its not. I know what I feel is real and I know that given the chance, I could flag it down and wrestle with it for a while, hopefully coming back with the prize between my teeth and an accomplished look in my face. The truth is, I don’t have it all planned out. And it scares the hell out of me and excites me at the same time. There is a certain comfort in conformity but that only lasts so long. Call it cliche. Call me presumptuous. Tell me I’m a dime a dozen. Call it what you will, but I have a purpose. There is a reason for me. There is a reason I’m up at 4 AM while everyone is tucked in and sound asleep in their bunks, but I’m awake typing this to probably no one. At the same time I’m heavily dreaming. I don’t want to say I’ve lost myself for a bit, but more like I gave myself a shot. I didn’t have big faith in it but that’s what made this an experiment. I baited the hook, threw it out there and waited for a bite. Now, I’m reeling in. I’ve done a lot of self examination and I finally hear it clearly in my head as if it were my own mother’s voice, telling me “Corey, you’re a performer”. And that’s what I am. I am songwriter. A singer. A dreamer with bigger dreams than you could imagine. I stepped away from it for a while. I tried to conform. Not conform in the sense that I stopped believing in my dream, but to see if I could fit my dream in with this so-called lifestyle. Truth is, this dream is too big to just be squeezed into a schedule with a time frame. It just doesn’t work that way. This dream is life. The life I was born to live and the shoes I was sized up to fill. I just need to slip ‘em on. Everything else is just secondary. What I’m trying to say is I miss it and I can’t do this anymore. The stage is where I live and I’m homesick. So, I’m going to ask you..

Can I, please, come home?

Cor

Are you going my way?

In the past week, I’ve faced a lot of change. I packed up my necessities and moved to a new home. This new residence is the Crossroads res. hall @ SUNY Purchase. I’ve been making new friends and learning from a different living environment. For those who know me well enough, I’m not the craziest about formal education. But we’ll see where this takes me. This has been a huge transition from my near care-free Summer life on Long Island, NY. I am still so focused on writing and marketing myself, thus clarifying that this will not hinder my life as a singer-songwriter at all. Please frequent this blog for all unfiltered dirt coming straight from the horses mouth.

I love all of you. Thank you so much for the support.

Cor

79 Plays

This is a short clip from a song I’ve been working on called “Virginia”. It’s just a demo so spare me on the quality of the recording (& the fake drums). I should be wrapping up this song in the next few weeks. It’s still got some kinks. It’s different in the sense that it is one of the more poppy songs I’ve written with a big, deep meaning behind it. I’m just mixin’ and matchin’.

I’m painted crimson and blue, she was a ruthless artist.

I am officially home from the first leg of my first tour ever. It didn’t feel long, because it wasn’t long. Yet, everyone is asking questions like I’ve been gone for years and I’m just supposing that shows that they care where the hell I’ve been. Which is great! :)

I missed home. I missed everyone. I find it hard now to say that all I need in this life are my music and my best friends. Aside from not having my family on the road, I noticed I was lacking so much and having some homesick thoughts deep inside. Being on the road helped me realize how much I do love Long Island, no matter how much I’ve bashed it in the past. I missed my bed and my hot bedroom with no AC. But at the same time, I miss open highways and the hotel soirees with my band.

I’m ready to start looking forward to the future. I feel that I’ve been walking on very uneven, uncertain ground lately as a songwriter. Almost like a balance beam or shattered ice across an arctic tundra. I think that it is my mind telling me not that I am unbalanced but more that I am afraid to slip and fall. That is weird, since the last song I wrote was “Don’t Let Me Fall”. I’m going to stop treating my approaching lifestyle as a college student like a curse. Lots of successful and famous people attended college, especially the one I’m going to. I leave in about 18 days but I’m going to keep my head up. I’ve got my best friend as one of my roommates and I really shouldn’t complain about that.

Although I’m looking to the future, I’m going to try and not worry about it too much. I’ve decided that I’m going to live my life in the “now”, day by day. Not the past. Not the future. I’m going to stop worrying about college holding me back in the future and worrying about life ahead on the road as a musician. I’m going to turn the focus off writing about the past. There are some painful and happy memories back there. Right now, they need to stay back there. I’m saving ‘em for another time. “September” was all about my past. “Right now” is about “Corey - now”. I kind of want to be ambiguous about my writing. Not vague, but no specific theme or focus on what I’m writing about collectively. Just write.

Dan Young from This Providence texted me tonight. He wants to hear the “September” EP. I hope he likes it! At the very least, I hope he’ll critique it and give me some good feedback. He is a brilliant songwriter!

So, that’s where I am now in my life. On this day. August 10th, 2009 @ 9:56 PM. I’m going to leave you with a quote from Dan’s blog that I read tonight which I am totally identifying myself with currently.

“It’s good to anticipate things, but not to the point where you neglect to appreciate the here and now.” - Dan Young

Cor

It’s 1:54 A.M. ..

We are on the road to Pennsylvania. But where to begin? On Thursday morning, I woke up anticipating these next few days. My neighbor, Bill, kindly agreed to let my band and I use his 1999 Chevy AstroVan for tour. It has well over 250,000 miles on it, a passenger seat window that doesn’t roll down, a door that doesn’t open, a dented sliding door that needs some extra lovin’ shoulder push to open, no right side view mirror, a cracked windshield, a radio that doesn’t technically work, a broken fuel gauge and hardly enough room for five 18 year old guys to cram guitars, amps, drums, merch, two cases of Arnold Palmer and themselves into. I brought Ross along to sell our merchandise at the venues. Our first stop was Cafe Arabica in Hackensack, NJ. The show was so-so. But the night was incredible. We had the chance to meet up with some old friends we had made in June when we played with Ryan Cabrera in Allentown, PA. Joey D’anna and Jon Gambino were the two guys who we met there. They wound up coming back to the hotel room 20 minutes from the venue in Wayne, NJ. We sang and laughed and played guitar ‘til 4 A.M. The guys and I planned on making a 9 A.M. ETD so we could make it up to our next show at Knapp’s Underground in Bennington, VT with time to kill. I knew before I opened my eyes this morning that we had missed that early morning goal when I heard Mike Romano roll over in bed and say, “Well, so much for leaving at 9.” It was almost 11. We rushed around, crammed into the van again and started the 225+ mile trek to Bennington. I had been driving this whole tour thus far. The miles went fast. Ross was my co-pilot. We got up there at about 3:30. Immediately, Ross and I saw what others may see as a dusty used book store as a treasure chest filled with hours of fun possibilities only sent from the heavens above. Bennington is a small town. Essentially, everything the town offered was located on Main St. - from the venue to where we ate lunch to where the hotels we were planning on checking out. After a hearty hoagie lunch at the local brewery, Ross and I ventured over to that used bookstore. Inside, we split up for a good hour, panning rows of dusty shelves and cranking our necks so we could read the vertical titles. I wound up leaving with a copy of selected pieces by Earnest Hemingway. The show wound up being fun and we made some new friends. Our set sounded tight. But the small town lifestyle was not cutting it for us. We decided not to stay in Bennington and we hit the road by 11:30 P.M., but not before we had a run in with a local police officer. One thing you ought to know about Bennington is that they LOVE moose. There were moose statues EVERYWHERE in Bennington. On our way out, the band and I hopped on top of one and posed while Ross snapped a picture. A local police officer pulled up, got out of his car and kindly said, “Can’t have you sittin’ on the moose, boys.” We apologized and he clarified that he didn’t think we were any trouble once he saw that it was just a photo op. He also proceeded to point out that I was far too clean cut looking to be any real trouble. Thanks, officer. So, we packed into the van and began heading to Albany. The streets of downtown Albany were desolate by 1 A.M. with the exception of a few bars. We didn’t spend much time in Albany at all. By 1:30, we all agreed that it was best to begin driving straight through the night to Bloomsburg, PA, where we’ll be playing in about 16 hours. Ross took over driving. I’m sitting co-pilot. Mike Curley’s feet smell. Everyone’s quiet or sleeping. It’s now 3:30 and we’re about to hit the PA border. I love music. I love my band. I love my best bud. I love life on the road.

Cor

All of these vultures hiding right outside my door..

Current song: “Vultures” by John Mayer

Tomorrow, I embark on probably the longest, most adventurous consecutive days of my life thus far. Tomorrow, I will have my guitar(s), equipment, clothes, best friend Ross and, most importantly, my band packed into a van and we will be hitting the open road on my first OFFICIAL tour. I couldn’t be happier. My band is the most important aspect to me as a songwriter. I would literally be crap without them. I love them all collectively and individually. I want to also take this time to express my gratitude to my friends and family for their unwavering support. Tonight, I looked out in the crowd and saw a familiar face - my mother. Every show, she’s there. Front and center. Singing and bobbing along to the songs of mine she is oh, so familiar with. She loves it. And she’s proud of me. And I love her. She is the greatest mom, ever. I’m sorry if you’re reading this and disagree, but - seriously - yo mama just don’t compare! She won’t be able to come on the road with us. I’m a big boy now and big boys don’t cry - or bring their mom on tour. But all kidding aside, all I could think of was, “Damn, I’m gonna miss that on the road.” She honestly deserves like a holiday or a cuddle for being so freakin’ supportive. On a more solemn note, my grandfather is in the hospital. I won’t go into detail about anything but, I ask you to please keep him in your thoughts.

On a more happy note, tomorrow we will be in Hackensack, NJ. The first official night of tour. Tonight was the tour kick off show here at the Vibe Lounge. I’m gonna miss you, Long Island, but it’s time for me to spread my wings and fly away for a bit. I’ll be back.

Cor

And it’s closer than we realized that it’s time now, to burn.

Sometime around 3:30 AM, I started working on a new song. It was so pleasantly unexpected. I love the feeling when a new song idea hits me and I find myself scrambling around for paper and a writing implement. This song is fitting together, at least lyrically, like puzzle pieces. I feel like I’m not going to know exactly what it’s all about ‘til I paste in the last sentence of the final draft and step back to observe it. That’s when I’ll get it. It’s like my mind is on ghostwriter. I didn’t begin writing this song from the first line, like I normally would. I started with little tidbit lines that were catchy. Pretty much the hook line(s) of the song were written down first. It’s exciting. But I took a break from it because I noticed I was forcing out lines again and I wanna wait it out for the next good line to come to me. I would rather wait two years for that next line rather then force out a line that is devoid of substance just to fill the empty space in the lyrical structure. That’s the thing about being a writer, a poet, a songwriter, etc. you have to be brutally honest with yourself and say, “C'mon, man, you can think of a better line than that..” It is so easy to just scribble anything down but it is the true and honest verse that will give your writing that sparkle that you can identify yourself with to make you the author.

Today is August 4th, 2009: Officially one of my last days home for the summer. Tomorrow, my band and I have a going away show before we leave for tour. The days following tomorrow will consist of playing shows in NJ, VT, PA & CT. I’m really excited to play in different cities and see what the road has in store for me. This is all I’ve ever wanted.

Cor

This morning, while watching the sunrise on the Long Island sound, I etched some of my favorite lyrics into the sand. I snapped this photo when the perfect amount of morning sunlight poured over the sand and across the beach. The song is “Clarity” by... View high resolution

This morning, while watching the sunrise on the Long Island sound, I etched some of my favorite lyrics into the sand. I snapped this photo when the perfect amount of morning sunlight poured over the sand and across the beach. The song is “Clarity” by John Mayer. I just hope no one wrote “You’re a homo” next to it.

If only you could be amazed by your own life..

I feel really guilty that I haven’t written on here in a few days. It has totally been in the back of my mind, eating at me. The past couple of days have been sort of crazy. It’s a tough balance to get a day in the studio with one of the guys and then try to not break any social commitments. I just graduated high school, so, of course, everyone’s having graduation parties. But I’m finding myself calling early nights more often. Maybe I’m subconsciously disciplining myself. One eventful thing did happen a few days ago that I thought would be fun to write on here.

After Romano & I were done recording some bass tracks last Wednesday, I met up with Ross. We drove around Long Island and met up with some friends, made our rounds and what not. By 2 AM, we found ourselves on Montauk Highway in West Islip, NY passing our old high school. We pulled into the parking lot and scoped out the scene for a while, talked about if we missed it, what did we miss, do you wish you could go back?, etc. From the parking lot, Ross took a sharp turn back onto the highway, in what I thought would be the general direction of home, since it was getting pretty late. Instead, he took an unanswered turn onto the parkway ramp headed south towards the beaches. We found ourselves driving around by the beaches down by Robert Moses’ beaches, pushing his car to 100+ MPH over the bridges with the top down, hair soaked in wind. On the way home, or the way in which we thought was going to bring us home, Ross let me drive. I started taking detours through different highways, ya know, the scenic route home. We reached main street in East Islip a short while later. We both agreed that our dear friend Kristie deserved a 3 AM visit from her two favorite boys. Driving down the cross street, Ross gazed out the passenger seat window and ordered me to pull over and stop. There was this house which had its front lawn “decorated”, if you will, with piles and mountains of just - stuff. Dressers, tables, books, garbage cans, mirrors, bedroom furniture, clothes, magazines, household appliances, among many other things. Ross stepped out of the car to check it out, while I did a once around the block. I pull back up to scoop Ross some thirty to forty seconds later, and there is a silver mini-van pulled up next to him. I can see that they are exchanging conversation and Ross has a smile on his face. I pull up to him and asked what was up. Ross said “I don’t know, this guy has me mistaken for the person who made this mess. He says the cops are looking for me.” Ross got back in the car and I continued to travel down the street, a little more nervous than before, towards Kristie’s housing development. The gentleman in the van immediately turned on his high-beams and proceeded to follow us down the long road. When I accelerated, so did he. Eventually I made a quick turn onto Kristie’s block, attempting to lose him. It was official: I was driving the getaway car. We ducked into Kristie’s driveway, turned the car and its lights off and began to laugh pretty heartily. Suddenly, the van stopped at the top of Kristie’s block. Surprisingly, he didn’t turn down the street to scope for us. Ross has a car that can be easily distinguished from others: A white 1988 Mercedes 560 SL convertible. Still, the van searched no further for us. Kristie came out of her house, reluctantly awoken. She heard the story and proceeded to rant about how this kind of stuff only happens to Ross & I - which has a lot of truth to it. Within a few minutes of hanging out on the roof of Ross’ car, a squad car with it’s spotlight on was patrolling Kristie’s neighborhood. Me a.k.a “chicken” ran behind Kristie’s garage behind several garbage cans, while Ross sat on the hood of his car - unafraid of anything. I knew we didn’t do anything wrong, it was very well obvious. I guess it was just the thrill of feeling like a vigilante on the run - even if for a little bit. The cop did a lap around Kristie’s block, shining the patrol car’s spotlight on pretty much whatever. He shined it directly on Ross but continued to drive, thus leaving us for good. No trouble ever did happen in the end. Ross & I wonder what ever did happen to that gentleman in the silver mini-van, or as I like to call him “Mini-van Dan”. Or as Ross likes to call him, “John Wayne”. However, we do have some theories to what exactly this guy’s deal was. Theory 1: He was kicked out of the police academy and his current goal is to prove to the boys in blue that he is still worth something. Theory 2: He was an extra on an episode of Law & Order and had that one ‘good line". He is still living in the past to this day. Any other theories? Let me know.

Aside from that, the band & I have been trying to settle how things will work on this tour. Valet Parking has told us that they won’t be able to come on the road with us since Chris Capuano left the band just a few weeks ago. That put a damper on a lot of things. My band is a young band. We have a local following that takes many bands sometimes years to acquire. Yet we don’t have a lot of money. I put in for a t-shirt order that is going to cost about $475. I counted the band’s cashbox and we have $521. We have virtually no money for tour. With no van and little money, we may have to resort to playing venues with three acoustic guitars and a small percussion instrument. It does take away from the live performance aspect, but at least we’re traveling. I’m getting together with the guys tonight to finalize what we plan on doing. I’m hoping for the best. Wish me luck.

Cor 

“How have you NOT seen the Three Amigos!?”

Current song: “Walking Contradiction” - Green Day

A couple nights ago, Ross and I made some new friends. Brittany and Raquel are two lovely and adorable twin sisters from Rockville Centre. They invited us over their house last night for some good times, some laughs, and some hot tub fun. After departing from them around 2 am, we decided it would be best fit to stop by and visit our old friend Mitchell who lives just a few blocks over from their house. The three of us wound up driving around Nassau County in search of N. Massapequa’s “Satanic House”. We found it - eventually. After many hours of aimless driving, music and laughs, we called it a night. I returned to the Balsamo Castle (huh?) around 5 am. I only got in a good three to four hours of sleep considering I had a 9:15 doctor’s appointment this morning where I was then administered a Hepatitis A shot, thus putting me right back to sleep for a good five hours upon returning home. I woke up around 2:45 and called up Mike Romano. We were scheduled to head over to the studio in Farmingdale to lay down some bass tracks for some new songs. We banged it out in just a couple of hours, with time to spare. I met up later with Mike Curley and Andy. It was nice of us to all finally catch up for the first time in a couple days. Curley, Andy and I went out for a long drive to Rockville Centre to pick up tickets for our upcoming shows at the Vibe Lounge (August 5th & August 14th). On the ride home, Mike found a blank CD in Andy’s car simple titled “Andrew”. I would have my foot in my mouth in a couple of seconds. I boldly stated that there was probably some awful dross on there. The first track: “September” - Corey Balsamo. It wound up being a real good laugh. It was nice listening to songs from the old EP and seeing how I’ve grown/developed/changed as an artist. It put me in a real good mood. It made me really pumped for this tour coming up. I can’t wait to spend days on end with these guys, traveling and pouring my heart out on stage - every night. Ross is coming, too. :) I got home around 9:30 and changed my clothes. Ross picked me up and we drove out to Freeport, where we are now, sitting in Mitchell’s basement, drinking green tea and listening to good tunes. They’re both very upset that I’ve never seen “The Three Amigos”. Oh well. 

Cor

The OFFICIAL “Corey Balsamo” logo. :) Like? View high resolution

The OFFICIAL “Corey Balsamo” logo. :) Like?

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