There was a few pretty cool shows on saturday night, I probably went to the coolest, I'm talking about Reverend Horton Heat at the Metro.
I met up with a friend to have a few beers before heading to the Metro so we got there just in time to see the last song of The Goddamn Gallows set. It's hard to judge a band by one song, so I'll just go ahead and say they were pretty cool. Larry and His Goddamn Flask came on next, along with the fourth banjo sighting of the night. Straight up, there was a lot of banjos all over the place that night, it's just... how does that even happen? I bet there are people out there who don't even know what a banjo is and here they are, all over the place on saturday night. That's okay though! I've always thought banjos were cool, well not always, since I was about 17 or so. Larry and his Flask got up on stage and proceeded to floor me with some badass music and some great high jinks. For once I was not the guy in the werewolf mask. Midway through their set, dudes picked up some brass instruments and then it was really on. The Reverend and co. came up third. I wasn't sure how they were suppose to top LAHF, but the second they started any worry was blasted away by Pscychobilly Freakout. They proceeded to play a really good set that covered a lot of stuff, even a song from their christmas album, and two kick ass covers, Ace of Spades and Folsom Prison Blues. I mean shit, these guys are pros and it shows. It was almost too much fun. Almost. What can I say really? Good bands, good friends, good times. That's basically all I want when I go out for the night.
The last novel I read was Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett, part of the Discworld series, but it isn't mired in all sorts of lore, also it's hilarious. Basically it's about a motley crew that has to stop a magical clock from starting, lest it bring in the apocalypse, but it's more complicated than that. I can't believe I never read any of this guy's books before, but one of my friends assured me that it would rock and here we are. Of course it's ridiculous. It's not the kind of book one goes into waiting for unseen forces to crush the protagonists hopes and dreams into a fine paste, you know what I am saying?
I also recently read No Such Thing as a Vampire by Richard Matheson. It's my favorite vampire story of the year. Then again it's the only one I've read thusfar.
My birthday is coming up soon. As in speeding towards me in a matter of days. As in over the coming weekend. There's a few concerts coming up this weekend. Some are far, but the thought of driving around without any particular destination is not very appealing. Also the Chicago Zinefest, which sounds neat. I don't know what I will be doing. That's usually par for the course on my birthday. Usually I just walk around for a while, see what happens. I think that will be the plan. I don't actually like planning stuff for my birthday, so I try to keep it on the downlow. It's okay that my friends give me stuff, I totally dig that cause it's never anything lame, but it's fine if they don't because they have already given me the gift of friendship all year round. Excuse while I go hang myself for saying the gayest thing ever. Ha ha ha.
Monday, March 05, 2012
Friday, March 02, 2012
a rather tumultuous history
Check out this trailer for the upcoming Sleeping Dogs
WASN'T THAT SHIT AWESOME?! If Sleeping Dogs was a movie trailer I'd totally be looking it up right now, but as you probably figured out from the Square/Enix logo at the beginning it's a video game, and since it didn't feature any gameplay or even game footage you are probably wary. Totally understandable, unlike a movie, which cost about 10 bucks, this is probably going to come in at a good 60 bucks. Yeah, yeah, 59.99, whatever, it's 60 bucks. What if it sucks? I suppose one could rent it first, or wait for it to go down in price. Sleeping Dogs was originally the reboot of True Crime from the previous gen of video games, ps2, xbox, you know. ALAS! This title bears a rather tumultuous history dating back to at least 2010(source: kotaku). I'm trying not to get too excited, but I am a sucker for Hong Kong action.
If you want some almost Shakespearean Hong Kong crime check out Election on ye old netflix or whatever.
It's chock full of betrayals, counter-betrayals, tested loyalties, and there's some ass kicking tossed in.
Recently I also watched Full Contact, it's more light hearted than Election and has some ridiculous action scenes. Yeah I know the trailer is in German, but there's no real need for words.
Chow Yun Fat would've made a great Batman. I really liked both of these movie for different reasons. I've seen dozens of these kind of movies and it was only until recently that I noticed that there's always a scene where the major players are drinking tea. Thus I came to the conclusion of: Only real badasses drink tea. Yeah, yeah, it's probably a cultural thing, but still.
WASN'T THAT SHIT AWESOME?! If Sleeping Dogs was a movie trailer I'd totally be looking it up right now, but as you probably figured out from the Square/Enix logo at the beginning it's a video game, and since it didn't feature any gameplay or even game footage you are probably wary. Totally understandable, unlike a movie, which cost about 10 bucks, this is probably going to come in at a good 60 bucks. Yeah, yeah, 59.99, whatever, it's 60 bucks. What if it sucks? I suppose one could rent it first, or wait for it to go down in price. Sleeping Dogs was originally the reboot of True Crime from the previous gen of video games, ps2, xbox, you know. ALAS! This title bears a rather tumultuous history dating back to at least 2010(source: kotaku). I'm trying not to get too excited, but I am a sucker for Hong Kong action.
If you want some almost Shakespearean Hong Kong crime check out Election on ye old netflix or whatever.
It's chock full of betrayals, counter-betrayals, tested loyalties, and there's some ass kicking tossed in.
Recently I also watched Full Contact, it's more light hearted than Election and has some ridiculous action scenes. Yeah I know the trailer is in German, but there's no real need for words.
Chow Yun Fat would've made a great Batman. I really liked both of these movie for different reasons. I've seen dozens of these kind of movies and it was only until recently that I noticed that there's always a scene where the major players are drinking tea. Thus I came to the conclusion of: Only real badasses drink tea. Yeah, yeah, it's probably a cultural thing, but still.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Everyone loves liquids
Earlier tonight I went to walgreens with my brother to get some cough medicine for him. I like going to walgreens because there's a variety of stuff there such as singing fish, various seasonal arrangements of high fructose corn syrup, cards that express feelings for me so I don't have to, and various liquids that can be used to drink or clean. Everyone loves liquids. Today I ran into pie flavored gum. I laughed so much that I had to leave the store and I proceeded to laugh for 5 solid minutes. Just thinking about it is almost too much to bear. How does such a thing happen? I imagine all of the big shot gum executives sitting around the conference table, sipping cognac and wondering, what flavor gum should we make next? Nothing reasonable. No, let's make gum that tastes like apple pie. In order to get any product out there's a incredible amount of R and D that goes along with it, add to that marketing and advertising, plus manufacturing and shipping costs, the process is almost mind boggling. Somehow the project didn't die and now I will chew on some apple pie flavored gum.
The pack of gum itself looks like any new school pack of gum, square with a flap on the opposite side of the front of the package. The box is mostly deep red with some lighter red streaks tossed behind the big white "Extra" logo, directly underneath that it reads "Dessert delights", and under the text reading "sugarfree gum" is the flavor, "Apple Pie." There's a picture of a slice of pie on the front of the package as well, your standard Mom, Baseball, and Apple Pie pie. Next to it are some granny smith apples. I wouldn't be surprised at all if the red was called "Apple Red" or "Crisp red," anything to remind people of apples. The smell of the gum permeates through the cardboard packaging, although I wouldn't be surprised if the box was scented like the gum. It smells cinnamony sweet, tangy, a little bit apple. The actual gum itself is wrapped in a sliver foil printed with the Wrigley logo and the universal sign to toss out your trash. The Stick of gum is a slight green, kinda like a granny smith. It smells very strong. Initially it tastes very much like some kind of apple pie, but not a homemade pie, rather like one of those apple things they sell at Mcdonalds. It only has a hint of cinnamon and it's very sweet, of course there's a strong apple current, but it's more akin to fake apple filling as opposed to baked apple. There is a touch of crispness which doesn't last very long. Actually the flavor doesn't last very long at all and in a very short time it's reduced to plain, mmm plain. After the initial burst of the flavor the gum goes from having a very fine chalky grit to being incredibly slippery. I can hear it squeaking around on my teeth as I type.
Alas! The pie flavored gum is a disappointment, but if happiness came in gum form then what would be the point of anything else? The thing I like the most about this gum is that it's ridiculous. There's no need for this to even exists, but it's not a bad thing that it does exists, it's almost whimsical. It really highlights the fact that people will buy ludicrous things just because they are ludicrous. No other flavors of gum made me laugh so hard that I nearly cried. Of course this leads to the question of what more flavors of gum can there be? One of my friends suggested rhubarb. I say, why not? What about a Desert Delights line of gum? Now those would be interesting flavors... cactus, beetle, sand, unrelenting sun. If I had my way I would make hummus flavored gum, I would call it GUMMUS. I, for one, would enjoy some cognac flavored gum.
The pack of gum itself looks like any new school pack of gum, square with a flap on the opposite side of the front of the package. The box is mostly deep red with some lighter red streaks tossed behind the big white "Extra" logo, directly underneath that it reads "Dessert delights", and under the text reading "sugarfree gum" is the flavor, "Apple Pie." There's a picture of a slice of pie on the front of the package as well, your standard Mom, Baseball, and Apple Pie pie. Next to it are some granny smith apples. I wouldn't be surprised at all if the red was called "Apple Red" or "Crisp red," anything to remind people of apples. The smell of the gum permeates through the cardboard packaging, although I wouldn't be surprised if the box was scented like the gum. It smells cinnamony sweet, tangy, a little bit apple. The actual gum itself is wrapped in a sliver foil printed with the Wrigley logo and the universal sign to toss out your trash. The Stick of gum is a slight green, kinda like a granny smith. It smells very strong. Initially it tastes very much like some kind of apple pie, but not a homemade pie, rather like one of those apple things they sell at Mcdonalds. It only has a hint of cinnamon and it's very sweet, of course there's a strong apple current, but it's more akin to fake apple filling as opposed to baked apple. There is a touch of crispness which doesn't last very long. Actually the flavor doesn't last very long at all and in a very short time it's reduced to plain, mmm plain. After the initial burst of the flavor the gum goes from having a very fine chalky grit to being incredibly slippery. I can hear it squeaking around on my teeth as I type.
Alas! The pie flavored gum is a disappointment, but if happiness came in gum form then what would be the point of anything else? The thing I like the most about this gum is that it's ridiculous. There's no need for this to even exists, but it's not a bad thing that it does exists, it's almost whimsical. It really highlights the fact that people will buy ludicrous things just because they are ludicrous. No other flavors of gum made me laugh so hard that I nearly cried. Of course this leads to the question of what more flavors of gum can there be? One of my friends suggested rhubarb. I say, why not? What about a Desert Delights line of gum? Now those would be interesting flavors... cactus, beetle, sand, unrelenting sun. If I had my way I would make hummus flavored gum, I would call it GUMMUS. I, for one, would enjoy some cognac flavored gum.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
carrying on like a bunch of heathens
Last night started off on an inauspicious note: I was at Clarke's on belmont fantasizing about the bacon cheese burger I was about to eat and marveling about how smooth the table is considering how many people eat there. Clarke's has been there forever, but while it's not my favorite restaurant in the area I really wanted a cheese burger. When the waitress asked me what I was having I said, "I would like a turkey burger please." What the fuck? I was thinking bacon burger, I was imagining bacon burger, but I said turkey burger. So I was only a little disappointed to get a turkey burger later on. It's okay because it was totally my fault. The turkey burger turned out to be pretty good, I really dug how it had avocado in it, but it would've been better if it had bacon on it since bacon and avocado is one of my favorite combos ever. After stuffing my self with fowl and delicious steak fries, they have great potatoes at Clarke's, I decided to have a few drinks at the L & L Tavern.
The weather fucking sucked last night. Around mid morning big, soft snow flakes started floating around. By the time I was out the formerly friendly snow had turned into stinging bits of hateful frozen water, which would occasionally be whipped by the wind in the opposite direction that I was walking. Luckily the L & L is not that far from Clarke's. I was introduced to the place by Vinnie the Shark (seriously, that's what I got him under on my phone despite being the only Vinnie I know) and his charming wife, Jodi. It's not a shiny annoying bar like most of the bars in the neighborhood, it is a straight up dive. The stools are taped together, it's so dark in there that it's almost a hazard, they have a big board over the bar that reads, "IRISH WHISKEY," and lists the various whiskeys and prices. It's one of the few bars that I like in that neighborhood. (also dig Risque Cafe a few blocks north. Trace, just south of the metro. the Gingerman just north of the metro. I hate drinking at the metro because it's expensive, but i do it anyway because whiskey fills the heart shaped holed in me. Of course none of these bars are cheap cheap. Last week I was visiting a friend who lives around there and was strongly considering going into this clearly rough trade gay bar because it had 1 dollar cans of pbr. I didn't, but I bet it would've been a better story if I had.) I decided to split after a few beers and shots of Jackie D because I had to go see fucking Motorhead at the Aragon.
I got off the train at Lawrence and looked over to my right where the Aragon sign was sorta blazing, it's a missing a few letters bulbs that make up the letters, but you get the gist. The Aragon is beautiful old place, built sometime in the mid 1920s, it would be one of my favorite venues in the city solely because of that, but they also have really good sound. It also helps that the only times I'm there I am rocking so fucking hard that it doesn't make sense. As I was going up the gryphon flanked stairs to the hall I heard the end notes of a song and the cheering of the crowd, I love that sound. I walked by past the bar and walked toward the right side of the venue sticking close to the columns. I thought about going to the balcony but I didn't since I always end up regretting that decision later on when it's time to rock. So I just hung around the edges and watched Volbeat.
Volbeat didn't suck, they don't actually suck, but in the given the grandness of the venue they were really unimpressive. Volbeat play a hearty mix of rockabilly and hardcore, which sounds like a horrible mix, but it turns out okay. They'd be great at a bar like the Mutiny, somewhere where the drink flows fast and cheap. Or they would be good background music for an early summer day when working with one of your boys on their camaro and drinking pbrs. You know, unoffensive. At one point the lead singer said, "What do you guys want to hear?" A single roar came out of the crowd sounding like a wave crashing on the shore, "MOTORHEAD!" Fuck. If that's not dispiriting then I don't know what is. For their last bit they teased Raining Blood by Slayer, but like so many bands before them they chickened out and didn't get into it, like chickens. What the fuck bands, if you're going to play the intro to Raining Blood then fucking play Raining Blood! DON'T BE PUSSIES.
The next band that came on stage turned out not to be Lacuna Coil, apparently they had played first. This pleased me greatly because fuck Lacuna Coil. I'm going to a rock show, not some la dee fucking da tea party. It's not that I don't like lighter music, it's that Lacuna Coil play wussed out rock music for people who want to say that they like metal but get all butt hurt when you push them outta the way to get closer to the stage or when some long haired freak whips them while headbanging. Lacuna Coil is the Twilight to the Evil Dead 2 of rock music.
Of course Motorfuckinghead came on next. By then I had worked my way pretty close to the front and prepared myself by taken my glasses off and working myself just short of a frenzy. The lights came on and Motorhead was standing there. Lemmy (Lemmy!) said, "This is Bomber." That's right, said, not screamed or screeched or anything, and BAM! The rest of Motorhead's set is a blur of loudness and 1000s of people jumping around, fist pumping, moshing, and generally carrying on like a bunch of heathens. I was in there doing what I do every time I see Motorhead or any band I really like, rocking the fuck out. For a while I was in a moshpit. A guy to my front loses his glasses, finds them someone, slinks away from the front. At one point a girl was hunched over and there were people holding everyone else so they wouldn't crush her as she was puked mightily. She got up, looked around, and howled in triumph and proceeded to high 5 everyone. I was singing along to Killed by Death and this other guy turns to me and we both scream "Killed by death!" just as Lemmy does. Some one was attempting to launch by using my shoulder and another dude's so we just pick him him up and toss the guy who flips over and is carried away by the crowd. I helped a dude up in the pit and he nods thanks, I smile and push him as hard as I can. A small hispanic girl elbows me in the face and tries to apologize but I scream "It's a rock show!" at her. Whenever I am at a show like that I always think, this is what it must be like for people who are faithful and go to church. Motorhead sounded great, loud and fast, but not too fast as to make songs unrecognizable. Fucking pros. Of course I wish they did more songs, but, alas, they were not headlining. They took a bow after Overkill, which was their last song, and the place filled with cheer I bet you could hear from a red line L train.
While waiting in line for the pisser I ran into a guy I knew. He was dressed all nice and shit and asked where I was during Motorhead's set. "Up front, where else?" I saw a bunch of people I know at the show very cool. One of them went to see Ghost at Reggie's, dude said tickets were going for 80 bucks outside the venue. The show orignally cost 12 dollars! D: A dude said to me, "Hey man, I know you! What's up!" I had no idea who he was but we fist bumped and talked for a second. I talked wiht another metal head I know about what movies are good recently. A hot red head girl stopped me when I was walking around and hugged me, and I was like "cool?" until she said, "I just saw your sister!" Then I realized it was Ally one of my sister's friends. Although that doesn't make her less hot. Ha ha, socializing.
Megadeth had a massive light set up, Thomas Edison would shit himself to see how far light bulbs have come. I've always thought as Megadeth as Metallica Lite. I think I have one Megadeth album and I've never been like "I'm going to listen to this album all day today." Yesterday they... proved me right. They opened up with the song Trust from that horrible album and proceeded to bore me. They weren't technically bad, they just played too damn slow and with too much time between songs. I started off optimistically, giving them a chance, Megadeth deserves a chance to shine you know? But they didn't. Well their light did, that was kinda cool. I maybe stayed until halfway to their set before I decided to take my leave.
The weather fucking sucked last night. Around mid morning big, soft snow flakes started floating around. By the time I was out the formerly friendly snow had turned into stinging bits of hateful frozen water, which would occasionally be whipped by the wind in the opposite direction that I was walking. Luckily the L & L is not that far from Clarke's. I was introduced to the place by Vinnie the Shark (seriously, that's what I got him under on my phone despite being the only Vinnie I know) and his charming wife, Jodi. It's not a shiny annoying bar like most of the bars in the neighborhood, it is a straight up dive. The stools are taped together, it's so dark in there that it's almost a hazard, they have a big board over the bar that reads, "IRISH WHISKEY," and lists the various whiskeys and prices. It's one of the few bars that I like in that neighborhood. (also dig Risque Cafe a few blocks north. Trace, just south of the metro. the Gingerman just north of the metro. I hate drinking at the metro because it's expensive, but i do it anyway because whiskey fills the heart shaped holed in me. Of course none of these bars are cheap cheap. Last week I was visiting a friend who lives around there and was strongly considering going into this clearly rough trade gay bar because it had 1 dollar cans of pbr. I didn't, but I bet it would've been a better story if I had.) I decided to split after a few beers and shots of Jackie D because I had to go see fucking Motorhead at the Aragon.
I got off the train at Lawrence and looked over to my right where the Aragon sign was sorta blazing, it's a missing a few letters bulbs that make up the letters, but you get the gist. The Aragon is beautiful old place, built sometime in the mid 1920s, it would be one of my favorite venues in the city solely because of that, but they also have really good sound. It also helps that the only times I'm there I am rocking so fucking hard that it doesn't make sense. As I was going up the gryphon flanked stairs to the hall I heard the end notes of a song and the cheering of the crowd, I love that sound. I walked by past the bar and walked toward the right side of the venue sticking close to the columns. I thought about going to the balcony but I didn't since I always end up regretting that decision later on when it's time to rock. So I just hung around the edges and watched Volbeat.
Volbeat didn't suck, they don't actually suck, but in the given the grandness of the venue they were really unimpressive. Volbeat play a hearty mix of rockabilly and hardcore, which sounds like a horrible mix, but it turns out okay. They'd be great at a bar like the Mutiny, somewhere where the drink flows fast and cheap. Or they would be good background music for an early summer day when working with one of your boys on their camaro and drinking pbrs. You know, unoffensive. At one point the lead singer said, "What do you guys want to hear?" A single roar came out of the crowd sounding like a wave crashing on the shore, "MOTORHEAD!" Fuck. If that's not dispiriting then I don't know what is. For their last bit they teased Raining Blood by Slayer, but like so many bands before them they chickened out and didn't get into it, like chickens. What the fuck bands, if you're going to play the intro to Raining Blood then fucking play Raining Blood! DON'T BE PUSSIES.
The next band that came on stage turned out not to be Lacuna Coil, apparently they had played first. This pleased me greatly because fuck Lacuna Coil. I'm going to a rock show, not some la dee fucking da tea party. It's not that I don't like lighter music, it's that Lacuna Coil play wussed out rock music for people who want to say that they like metal but get all butt hurt when you push them outta the way to get closer to the stage or when some long haired freak whips them while headbanging. Lacuna Coil is the Twilight to the Evil Dead 2 of rock music.
Of course Motorfuckinghead came on next. By then I had worked my way pretty close to the front and prepared myself by taken my glasses off and working myself just short of a frenzy. The lights came on and Motorhead was standing there. Lemmy (Lemmy!) said, "This is Bomber." That's right, said, not screamed or screeched or anything, and BAM! The rest of Motorhead's set is a blur of loudness and 1000s of people jumping around, fist pumping, moshing, and generally carrying on like a bunch of heathens. I was in there doing what I do every time I see Motorhead or any band I really like, rocking the fuck out. For a while I was in a moshpit. A guy to my front loses his glasses, finds them someone, slinks away from the front. At one point a girl was hunched over and there were people holding everyone else so they wouldn't crush her as she was puked mightily. She got up, looked around, and howled in triumph and proceeded to high 5 everyone. I was singing along to Killed by Death and this other guy turns to me and we both scream "Killed by death!" just as Lemmy does. Some one was attempting to launch by using my shoulder and another dude's so we just pick him him up and toss the guy who flips over and is carried away by the crowd. I helped a dude up in the pit and he nods thanks, I smile and push him as hard as I can. A small hispanic girl elbows me in the face and tries to apologize but I scream "It's a rock show!" at her. Whenever I am at a show like that I always think, this is what it must be like for people who are faithful and go to church. Motorhead sounded great, loud and fast, but not too fast as to make songs unrecognizable. Fucking pros. Of course I wish they did more songs, but, alas, they were not headlining. They took a bow after Overkill, which was their last song, and the place filled with cheer I bet you could hear from a red line L train.
While waiting in line for the pisser I ran into a guy I knew. He was dressed all nice and shit and asked where I was during Motorhead's set. "Up front, where else?" I saw a bunch of people I know at the show very cool. One of them went to see Ghost at Reggie's, dude said tickets were going for 80 bucks outside the venue. The show orignally cost 12 dollars! D: A dude said to me, "Hey man, I know you! What's up!" I had no idea who he was but we fist bumped and talked for a second. I talked wiht another metal head I know about what movies are good recently. A hot red head girl stopped me when I was walking around and hugged me, and I was like "cool?" until she said, "I just saw your sister!" Then I realized it was Ally one of my sister's friends. Although that doesn't make her less hot. Ha ha, socializing.
Megadeth had a massive light set up, Thomas Edison would shit himself to see how far light bulbs have come. I've always thought as Megadeth as Metallica Lite. I think I have one Megadeth album and I've never been like "I'm going to listen to this album all day today." Yesterday they... proved me right. They opened up with the song Trust from that horrible album and proceeded to bore me. They weren't technically bad, they just played too damn slow and with too much time between songs. I started off optimistically, giving them a chance, Megadeth deserves a chance to shine you know? But they didn't. Well their light did, that was kinda cool. I maybe stayed until halfway to their set before I decided to take my leave.
Friday, February 03, 2012
All good clean fun
Orchid - No One Makes a Sound
This really rocks. It's like damn, I want to drive a car off a cliff to this song. Maybe, that's too much.
Nothing but heartbreak over here, mainly because of lack of rocking. All of the shows I wanted to go see have sold out, Ghost sold out, Andrew WK sold out, Die Antwoord sold out, I am heartbroken. Slightly. I'm still going to see Motorhead next week so there's that! FUCKING MOTORHEAD! Will that make up for the fact that I didn't get to see Ghost, or that I won't get to see my patron saints (yes both AWK and DA)? Maybe. I don't know, hard to tell. I should really be going to more underground shows, it's just laziness really, and a continual sense of undefined dread. Or something like that. I don't know man. Still! I am going to go see Motorhead. Also Megadeth, yay, I suppose. Okay, I don't dislike Megadeth, but they've always struck me as why can't we be Metallica please. Actually whenever I hear that there's news about Metallica I dread hearing the actual news.
Motorhead - Black Leather Jacket
The thing I am dreading about the Motorhead show is that fucking Lacuna fucking (not in a good way) Coil is going to be there too. I wouldn't have a problem if they were just hanging out but they are going to be on stage, subjecting me to their "rock" music. My plan is to get there after their set, but the glaring flaw of that scheme is that I might miss Volbeat, who are alright, except for this abhorrent cover of I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry. I was hating on them for a while because that's the first song by them I ever heard. Volbeat is okay, I dig their whole rockabilly meets metal thing, but sometimes it just fall flatter than a rat rod's tire that's been pierced with a switchblade. Too many of their songs are ruined by dumbass break downs or tempo changes.
It seems like Lacuna Coil and Volbeat are on that tour because whoever put the tour together is expecting an older/more mainstream audience so they booked those opening bands hoping to satiate that particular demographic. A Warrior's Call by Volbeat would fit in perfectly into an ad for the NFL. (what are you doing for the Big Game? hanging out with your buds on the couch grazing on nachos and pizza? drinking some brewskis? weeping quietly in the dark?) But have you ever been to a Motorhead show? It's pretty cool since one of the coolest bands ever are on stage for sure, but it's made even better by all the rockers getting together. All of the sub types of rockers are there, all ages, all races, it fucking rules. I'll go to punk shows and I'll see only people who go to punk shows there, at death metal shows it's the same way; at a Motorhead show everyone is there. The show gets crazy fun, everyone is singing along, moshing and shit, headbanging and guzzling beers, you know a proper rock and roll show. My prediction is that Lacuna Coil and Volbeat are going to get heckled like crazy. Specially Lacuna Coil.
Motorhead - Motorhead
Thursday, January 26, 2012
WHAT'S IN MY BAG
There's a really good chance that if you see me carrying around my bag it's cause there's stuff in it, sometimes it's pretty awesome stuff, like beer, the rest of the time it's just stuff. Here's what's in my bag tonight.
1. A couple of rags I stapled at work to create some kind of compress thing because I had hurt my wrist drunkenly arm wrestling. My boss asked what happened and I wussed out and I told him I tripped because the train station was icy, which it was. I didn't want to tell him that I hurt myself when drunk because I was really hungover. Now I keep them because they might be useful.
2. Sugar free Red Bull. I've really cut down on my pop drinking, which is great but I need caffeine. One of my favorite ways to get it is this crazy black tea they have at Loose Leaf Lounge, it is insane. I don't like coffee a whole lot, no I like it a lot but not enough to drink it all the time as it messes with my stomach.
3. Swamplandia! by Karen Russel. I saw my bag and thought, nothing but novels and energy drinks, how sad. The book is way better than I thought it would be. The best book I've read this year is The Name of the Wind. I always tell myself to keep track of what I read, I even have a goodreads account to help, but I always end up slacking off on that. Sometimes it feels like I read a novel a week. I am still trying to read more non fiction, but I have given up all hope on not reading fiction.
4. My lunch was in here from like 11 am to around 2:50 pm, it's a some kind of lunch receptacle. I am also a lunch receptacle.
5. Tape. It's not sticky or anything although you can use it to lash stuff together or leave tracks for people to follow.
6. A rubber band.
7. Super glue. Comes in crazy handy.
8. A lighter. In case I need fire.
9. Matches. In case I lose the lighter.
10. A notepad. The pen is really cool since the tube is made out of really stiff cardboard.
11. I can't believe I have only 1 mechanical pencil and 1 sharpie.
12. A notebook. It's a pretty cool one from whitelines. I thought my last notebook was cooler since it looked like something with dire spells in it or something. This one is easier to write on though.
13. A knife. Not a "good" knife. It gets the job of cutting stuff done so it's okay.
14. A tiny cupcake shaped eraser. For real.
It's odd that I don't have more writing instruments in there or my water bottle. Since it's winter I usually keep my flashlight in my jacket. I want to get some of those tiny first aid kits as previous experiences have proven that they are handy. I will settle for some hello kitty bandaids. I have some straight up medical tape somewhere. The last thing I used it for was to wrap a present for one of my friends. I thought it was hilarious. I used to carry around a poncho, but I usually check the weather before I leave and it's not like I'm going off into the woods. I should also carry some tape as well.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Ear plugs? What am I 100?
DANG! There's a lot of great rock shows coming up. So many many shows. I don't even know how I am going to get through the rest of the year without dropping out of society, growing my hair long, and end up getting covered in pentagrams. Nah, I'm never growing my hair out again, it's just easier to have short hair. Maybe I'll end up a with a little less hearing. Ear plugs? What am I 100? I read/heard somewhere that when you hear your ears ringing that you'll never hear that frequency again. That's okay, I think, those frequencies were weak and deserved to die. Whatever. Let's listen to some rock and roll. (off the top of my head, Zeke, Ghost (holy shit that's tomorrow!), Motorhead, Die Antwoord, Havok and Toxic Holocaust opening for the Casualties, Goatwhore, man those are just the ones I can remember.)
Trash Talk - Slander
This video is true on so many levels. Except for the getting pissed on by a bum, I've had the nights that feel/look like this. The song is killer. It gets to the point.
Midnight - Black Rock and Roll
MIDNIGHT is a great band name! It's very succinct as most great band names are, I'm not going to listen to a band with a name like Job For A Cowboy, what the fuck is that? Or the even more deplorable Iwrestledabearonce. Fuck that. I'm not saying they are bad bands but the names suck. The best part of Midnight is that they fucking rule. It's like if you took some Motorhead and added some satan this is what you would get.
Insane - Death by Command
I love this because I love old Slayer and so does Insane, from their riffs down to the point ends of their logo font. Good times though! Better than the last Slayer album. You see what I am saying? I never would've clicked on that if they were called something like On The Unholy Throne I Sit, or some other bullshit, despite the fact that On the Unholy Throne I Sit is kind of a badass name.
Speedwolf - Hell and Back
I like them so much that I am putting up another track.
Speedwolf - Up All Night
You know that dream concert I alway fantazize about, Brunofest? I'd add these guys to it because this is exactly the kind of band I love. More children of Motorhead. This is the kind of band that would be perfect to randomly see at the Mutiny.
Aight now chill out with some stoner as hell rock.
Eletric Moon - Mental Record
Trash Talk - Slander
This video is true on so many levels. Except for the getting pissed on by a bum, I've had the nights that feel/look like this. The song is killer. It gets to the point.
Midnight - Black Rock and Roll
MIDNIGHT is a great band name! It's very succinct as most great band names are, I'm not going to listen to a band with a name like Job For A Cowboy, what the fuck is that? Or the even more deplorable Iwrestledabearonce. Fuck that. I'm not saying they are bad bands but the names suck. The best part of Midnight is that they fucking rule. It's like if you took some Motorhead and added some satan this is what you would get.
Insane - Death by Command
I love this because I love old Slayer and so does Insane, from their riffs down to the point ends of their logo font. Good times though! Better than the last Slayer album. You see what I am saying? I never would've clicked on that if they were called something like On The Unholy Throne I Sit, or some other bullshit, despite the fact that On the Unholy Throne I Sit is kind of a badass name.
Speedwolf - Hell and Back
I like them so much that I am putting up another track.
Speedwolf - Up All Night
You know that dream concert I alway fantazize about, Brunofest? I'd add these guys to it because this is exactly the kind of band I love. More children of Motorhead. This is the kind of band that would be perfect to randomly see at the Mutiny.
Aight now chill out with some stoner as hell rock.
Eletric Moon - Mental Record
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