Well, I'm back from DL list. Nothing like a knee-knocking virus to remind you how truly vulnerable you are. Chills, thrills, and anal spills... anyone know where I can score some Drew Carey butt plugs? Run a 102 fever for a few days and you can boldly envision anything. In fact, I attended the BOD show last night in pure liquid form.
Who out there likes conservatives? Republicans? Conservative Republicans? Want further evidence that we as a society should never trust a single one of these thought-addled spongiforms? The National Archives, hallowed gate-keeper to the Presidential libraries, released audio tapes from 1972 on which President Nixon causually asked National Security Advisor Henry Kissinger for his opinion on nuking North Vietnam. Hammerin' Hank, believe it or not, in spite of authorizing foreign policy that anachronistically bombed Cambodia back a few centuries, didn't think that was such a hot idea. Tricky D seemed inordinately keen on ridin' the ICBM, but was coerced instead to escalate the war on Vietnam to a degree unexperienced since 1968.
"No wonder I think they're evil."
And now, dig this-- http://abcnews.go.com/sections/us/DailyNews/ecoterror_support020226.html Some of you may remember some posts ago when I speculated that it was only a matter of time before PETA would come under scrutiny from some GOP fireflies labelling them domestic terrorists or supporters of domestic terrorists. Ya know, these lily-necked Republican "business by any mean necessary" yabbos are so diaphanous that I can see Tel Aviv from here. Sure, I'm a member of PETA, as are millions of other people, and we proudly support their peaceful diplomatic efforts. This is merely pro-industry propaganda masquerading as Terror Scare 2002, and I for one am sick of it. Of course, the Democrats are as weak and timid as they've been since RFK's assassination, so no political party with a respectable voice can call a spade a spade without being dubbed an unpatriotic heretic, henceforth we have to tolerate this malarky just as we will Secretary Rumsfeld's multi-million dollar hush-hush wink-wink defense project of secretly influencing the world's media by placing bogus or extravagantly pro-US stories for our brothers overseas to choke on.
I don't know how much more of this shit I can take. Waa
Who out there likes conservatives? Republicans? Conservative Republicans? Want further evidence that we as a society should never trust a single one of these thought-addled spongiforms? The National Archives, hallowed gate-keeper to the Presidential libraries, released audio tapes from 1972 on which President Nixon causually asked National Security Advisor Henry Kissinger for his opinion on nuking North Vietnam. Hammerin' Hank, believe it or not, in spite of authorizing foreign policy that anachronistically bombed Cambodia back a few centuries, didn't think that was such a hot idea. Tricky D seemed inordinately keen on ridin' the ICBM, but was coerced instead to escalate the war on Vietnam to a degree unexperienced since 1968.
"No wonder I think they're evil."
And now, dig this-- http://abcnews.go.com/sections/us/DailyNews/ecoterror_support020226.html Some of you may remember some posts ago when I speculated that it was only a matter of time before PETA would come under scrutiny from some GOP fireflies labelling them domestic terrorists or supporters of domestic terrorists. Ya know, these lily-necked Republican "business by any mean necessary" yabbos are so diaphanous that I can see Tel Aviv from here. Sure, I'm a member of PETA, as are millions of other people, and we proudly support their peaceful diplomatic efforts. This is merely pro-industry propaganda masquerading as Terror Scare 2002, and I for one am sick of it. Of course, the Democrats are as weak and timid as they've been since RFK's assassination, so no political party with a respectable voice can call a spade a spade without being dubbed an unpatriotic heretic, henceforth we have to tolerate this malarky just as we will Secretary Rumsfeld's multi-million dollar hush-hush wink-wink defense project of secretly influencing the world's media by placing bogus or extravagantly pro-US stories for our brothers overseas to choke on.
I don't know how much more of this shit I can take. Waa
by at 5:47 PM
Someone actually sent me one of those "Osama, we're coming to kick your ass, you'd better watch out" emails today. This proves that there are people who think that the US is still interested in finding this guy. But you know, either we're not interested in catching him anymore, or we're embarrased that we haven't yet, or perhaps there's no one there to catch or kill. After all of that "you evil one, we're going to smoke you out dead or alive" rhetoric, you don't hear a peep about bin Laden. Bush didn't even mention him in his state of the union, choosing instead to piss off the entire globe with his confusing "Axis: Bold as Evil" thing. So, first we attack the poorest region on earth without giving any proof of who was responsible, saying "We already know he's guilty." Then, when it turns out he can't be found as easily as the civillians hit by bombs, we're supposed to be OK with that? What the hell's going on here?
by at 1:34 PM
Hey! Saw a devastating Bible of the Devil show last night by the way. Totally huge. Quenchers is pretty much my favorite bar right now. Great vibe, AWESOME staff, great beer selection, AWESOME STAFF. More bands should utilize it. More and more, I think of it as Chicago's answer to New York's Continental. No cover, you just walk in, booze, and catch some bands. You can't beat that. I need to try the chilli one of these days, although last night I was in the mood for a sandwich!
I was talking to Mark "Midnight Nambla" Hoffmann, and he demanded a way to interact with our self-righteous political screeds. So, we're looking into getting a guestbook so youse all can talk back. However, for now, I've added some nifty comments boxes so people can respond to our individual posts. It's a temporary fix, but have fun with it yall! Whoop it up!
I was talking to Mark "Midnight Nambla" Hoffmann, and he demanded a way to interact with our self-righteous political screeds. So, we're looking into getting a guestbook so youse all can talk back. However, for now, I've added some nifty comments boxes so people can respond to our individual posts. It's a temporary fix, but have fun with it yall! Whoop it up!
by at 12:29 PM
If you use drugs, you support terrorists. You are as guilty as John Walker Lindh.
You should be prosecuted to the full extent of the PATRIOT Act for aiding and abetting global terrorism.
However, if you manufacture narcotics--and happen to be in the path of an oil pipeline from the Caspian Sea--we'll just waive those pesky certification criteria and drop bags of cash in your lap, just as we did for the Taliban in May 01. I'm sure it was money well-spent.
The Meta-Message: Buy ONLY opium and smack from the post-Taliban Karzai government in Afghanistan. Ask your connection for it today!
Thank you.
You should be prosecuted to the full extent of the PATRIOT Act for aiding and abetting global terrorism.
However, if you manufacture narcotics--and happen to be in the path of an oil pipeline from the Caspian Sea--we'll just waive those pesky certification criteria and drop bags of cash in your lap, just as we did for the Taliban in May 01. I'm sure it was money well-spent.
The Meta-Message: Buy ONLY opium and smack from the post-Taliban Karzai government in Afghanistan. Ask your connection for it today!
Thank you.
by at 10:56 AM
I received more "Netscape" complaints, they can't even see the page. So, since you seem to be able to see the main page, here's "Green Eyed Angel" and "Smells Like Jesus." Otherwise I suggest two things:a) view the source code of the page and pull them out directly, and b) get rid of that stupid Netscape, stop using a Vic-20, and get with the real world!
by at 9:47 AM
Hey again. I'm up late fixin' things up around here. Sorry Scott, I don't think this thing will run with Netscape for some reason. The page works fine from a number of different computers, so it must not be that. And why am I telling all of YOU this?
I take back what I said about Fred Durst earlier. No, I don't think he should be butt-raped. That was awfully crude, and I apologize. However, he should be firmly fucked in the face.
I went to Tower Records today. I have to admit, they have a pretty good selection. But I was shocked at the 'Compilation' section of the store. At a certain point, the racks devolve into being totally tribute records. I mean, there was a big, 3 or 4 tiered bin of them! I thought I was witnessing the entire rock section right there until I realized that I didn't recognize any of these friggin albums. I had read in music publications that the 'tribute record' market was going to explode, but I really didn't have an idea how insane this has become. There's the interesting (but surely destined to suck) tributes to Iron Maiden (there were 2 or 3 of these), up to the just plain stupid (A tribute to Weezer? Isn't Weezer still going? How old am I again?) up to the thought provoking (a tribute to Turbonegro, but of course no actual Turbonegro disks in the store.) There was scarcely a noteworthy band that didn't have at least one tribute record, if not two. So that's what musicians have to look forward to, eh? A tribute record that's easier to get than your actual recordings? I wonder who's going to get "Buffalo 32?"
Another interesting find: An album that strictly contains Thin Lizzy's Phil Lynot's between-song banter, entitled "I Am Just A Cowboy." A "spoken record," as the label put it. Luckily, any Thin Lizzy fan worth his muster would either know better, or treasure it forever. I have to admit, I was a little curious. But considering I walked into Tower without buying a new record, I sure would have been mad if I was the guy who thought "what's that song, 'I am just a cowboy,' you know? Oh, there it is!"
And why am I up this late, posting from home? Some dickhead decided that midnight was a great time to start running a fucking jackhammer! What the fuck? A jackhammer. I'm not even kidding.
I take back what I said about Fred Durst earlier. No, I don't think he should be butt-raped. That was awfully crude, and I apologize. However, he should be firmly fucked in the face.
I went to Tower Records today. I have to admit, they have a pretty good selection. But I was shocked at the 'Compilation' section of the store. At a certain point, the racks devolve into being totally tribute records. I mean, there was a big, 3 or 4 tiered bin of them! I thought I was witnessing the entire rock section right there until I realized that I didn't recognize any of these friggin albums. I had read in music publications that the 'tribute record' market was going to explode, but I really didn't have an idea how insane this has become. There's the interesting (but surely destined to suck) tributes to Iron Maiden (there were 2 or 3 of these), up to the just plain stupid (A tribute to Weezer? Isn't Weezer still going? How old am I again?) up to the thought provoking (a tribute to Turbonegro, but of course no actual Turbonegro disks in the store.) There was scarcely a noteworthy band that didn't have at least one tribute record, if not two. So that's what musicians have to look forward to, eh? A tribute record that's easier to get than your actual recordings? I wonder who's going to get "Buffalo 32?"
Another interesting find: An album that strictly contains Thin Lizzy's Phil Lynot's between-song banter, entitled "I Am Just A Cowboy." A "spoken record," as the label put it. Luckily, any Thin Lizzy fan worth his muster would either know better, or treasure it forever. I have to admit, I was a little curious. But considering I walked into Tower without buying a new record, I sure would have been mad if I was the guy who thought "what's that song, 'I am just a cowboy,' you know? Oh, there it is!"
And why am I up this late, posting from home? Some dickhead decided that midnight was a great time to start running a fucking jackhammer! What the fuck? A jackhammer. I'm not even kidding.
by at 11:45 PM
Once again, fuck Fred Durst in the face. From Salon, Fred Durst is apparently "too busy" to show up at a trial for a fan that died at one of their shows... I mean, one of their gang-rapefests. What's he busy with this time, fucking Wes Borland's wife or eating steaks? I hope he can go to jail for this. I also concurrently hope that they buttrape people in Australian prisons, too. I'm sure they do.
by at 2:31 PM
MP3s are now UP! Go there and listen if you're curious!
by at 10:21 AM
Well, shee-it! If there's one thing I despise, it's mistakes. Hate 'em! I quality-checked every CD I burned, and they seemed to have worked fine, which leads me to believe that defective CD-Rs are to blame. Therefore, I state the following-- Fuck You Taiwan! I tell ya, if an American company manufactured CD-Rs, I'd buy them in a heartbeat. (Sigh) I guess if you pay your workers 7 cents an hour and consider it a living wage, you ultimately get what you pay for. Damned corporate colonialism.
But then again, perhaps it's the burner to blame? No, my CD-firin' hunk of plastic and silcon was manufactured right here in the USA-- of parts imported from Taiwan, Hong Kong, Japan, Germany, and Botswana, not counting the origin of the semiconductor chip.
So wha happn? If it's a operator error, I sincerely apologize. If it's Imation's fault, then fuck them right in the face.
You know, while he's over there sippin' oolong tea and dubbing every third person he sees "evil", Bush should dick-whip some underpaid downtrodden factory worker. If that won't initiate the Asiatic war he truly wants, then I don't know what will.
But then again, perhaps it's the burner to blame? No, my CD-firin' hunk of plastic and silcon was manufactured right here in the USA-- of parts imported from Taiwan, Hong Kong, Japan, Germany, and Botswana, not counting the origin of the semiconductor chip.
So wha happn? If it's a operator error, I sincerely apologize. If it's Imation's fault, then fuck them right in the face.
You know, while he's over there sippin' oolong tea and dubbing every third person he sees "evil", Bush should dick-whip some underpaid downtrodden factory worker. If that won't initiate the Asiatic war he truly wants, then I don't know what will.
by at 5:44 PM
We made a boo-boo: It turns out that a large number of those CDs we sold at the Note show turned out to be defective. We're really sorry about that. If anyone who got a bum CD reads this, please send me an email at the contact address on the side, and as soon as our regulation copies come in (probably about a month or so) you'll be the first to get them. Also, we're going to put up MP3s in the next few days, as soon as I can get my MP3 creator running. I tried for two hours to get one of those to install on my computer with no luck. Dagnabbit! I hate technical difficulties.
by at 3:07 PM
Another slice of smarts from our commander-in-thief's butt-rape tour of Korea, taken from the Chicago Sun-Times... (Yeah, he'd better stay out of the country while the rest of the nation figures out that last year's tax refund came from the 2001 return and not the 2000 return....)
During a tour, Miller (Lt. Col. William Miller, commander of U.S. forces stationed at Korean DMZ) told Bush that axes used by North Korean soldiers to kill two U.S. servicemen in 1976 were in a "peace museum" just across the border.
Shaking his head in disgust, Bush said: "No wonder I think they're evil."
NO WONDER I THINK THEY'RE EVIL? Is that even a sentence? I used to teach third graders in the ghetto that could have put together something better than that. Worst. President. Ever. If one more person compares him to Churchill I'm gonna... Uh, I'm probably just going to get more depressed than I already am.
I'm beginning to have that inner debate again, the one that says 'given a pacifist nature, if you had the opportunity to kill Hitler with your bare hands and prevent the Holocaust, would you act on it?' Just a random observation. Really, Mr. Ashcroft, I swear!
During a tour, Miller (Lt. Col. William Miller, commander of U.S. forces stationed at Korean DMZ) told Bush that axes used by North Korean soldiers to kill two U.S. servicemen in 1976 were in a "peace museum" just across the border.
Shaking his head in disgust, Bush said: "No wonder I think they're evil."
NO WONDER I THINK THEY'RE EVIL? Is that even a sentence? I used to teach third graders in the ghetto that could have put together something better than that. Worst. President. Ever. If one more person compares him to Churchill I'm gonna... Uh, I'm probably just going to get more depressed than I already am.
I'm beginning to have that inner debate again, the one that says 'given a pacifist nature, if you had the opportunity to kill Hitler with your bare hands and prevent the Holocaust, would you act on it?' Just a random observation. Really, Mr. Ashcroft, I swear!
by at 2:26 PM
Hey guys, look at the interesting personal ad I found in this week's Reader:
TRUE LOVE WANTED: SWMS (Single White Male Superpower) looking for EE (Evil Empire) or AE (Axis of Evil) to engage in committed, long-term conflict. Intensity anywhere from low-level to high; paranoid, autocratic dictator and ICBM capability a must. Willing to spend $48 billion more this year (more than total military budgets of every nation in the world!) on expensive weapons systems to maintain adversarial relationship.
Come on, you know we both want the same things: a docile and subservient population, a permanent wartime economy, A REASON TO EXIST! I'm ready to invade you today! Baby, you know you want me!
Likes: sports bars, petroleum, missile defense, irrational arguments, political and economic intimidation. Dislikes: moonlit walks, democracy, social programs, international agreements of any kind.
TRUE LOVE WANTED: SWMS (Single White Male Superpower) looking for EE (Evil Empire) or AE (Axis of Evil) to engage in committed, long-term conflict. Intensity anywhere from low-level to high; paranoid, autocratic dictator and ICBM capability a must. Willing to spend $48 billion more this year (more than total military budgets of every nation in the world!) on expensive weapons systems to maintain adversarial relationship.
Come on, you know we both want the same things: a docile and subservient population, a permanent wartime economy, A REASON TO EXIST! I'm ready to invade you today! Baby, you know you want me!
Likes: sports bars, petroleum, missile defense, irrational arguments, political and economic intimidation. Dislikes: moonlit walks, democracy, social programs, international agreements of any kind.
by at 11:40 AM
Here's an interesting story: A recent poll of all-time greatest Presidents ranks George W. as #3! Initial reaction: I realize that people will tend to comment on items more recently in memory than ones of past eras, but sheesh! What has W. done other than just happen to be in the right place at the right time? The one thing he ramrodded through, the tax rebate, didn't forestall recession and has destroyed any trace of a surplus.
Read a little more closely. Read the methodology of the poll at the bottom. This was completed by a random telephone survey. That means that everyone who participated actually had time to sit around for one of those surveys, probably because Jerry Springer was a rerun. In fact, they'd probably be hard pressed to even know the names of more than five presidents without being prompted. What a joke. Don't take this seriously at all.
Perhaps Bush isn't getting as strong a positive response from the electorate as he is from the media. The article mentions something about "Republican Judges" affecting the outcome, but then at the bottom states that this was a random survey. So what gives?
Read a little more closely. Read the methodology of the poll at the bottom. This was completed by a random telephone survey. That means that everyone who participated actually had time to sit around for one of those surveys, probably because Jerry Springer was a rerun. In fact, they'd probably be hard pressed to even know the names of more than five presidents without being prompted. What a joke. Don't take this seriously at all.
Perhaps Bush isn't getting as strong a positive response from the electorate as he is from the media. The article mentions something about "Republican Judges" affecting the outcome, but then at the bottom states that this was a random survey. So what gives?
by at 2:46 PM
Thank you to everyone who came out for Wednesday's show. It was a rip-roaring good time. Opinion: Do you like the oil projector on the bass drum, or should we make a giant backdrop for it so it takes up the whole stage? And do you give a fuck?
I went to see Fu-Manchu last night. Some band called Headstrong opened. Rap metal. Why rap? Those butt monkeys. Why ruin perfectly good metal by Rapping over it? It's not like I could understand a Word coming out of his mouth, much less his stupid Hand Gestures. I am most certainly not Down with the Sickness.
Next up was Injected, Atlanta boys who had an amazing drummer, and good guitar sounds, but for some reason couldn't quite win the crowd over. The funniest part was the singer asking the crowd the trite question," so, how late are the bars open in Chicago?" to which a good portion of the audience shouted, "fuck you!" Shit talking rules.
Last up was Fu Manchu. They did alright, but several things were out of place:
1. No Brant Bjork, much to my dismay. The guy they got to replace him was alright, but he couldn't hold a candle to Bjork's feel. Plus he threw in a bunch of wanky fills where there should have been breaks. Brant Bjork understands that often while drumming, it's as much about what you don't play as what you do.
2. I think they canned the old bass player too, unless the Dude gained about 85 pounds since the last tour. Lot of shakeups at FuCo.
3. Scotti Hill cut his hair!!! He looks like a young John Travolta now. The Beach Boys-styled polo shirts wore by Hill, while they look cool on long hairs, just made Hill look like one of the dudes that the punks in Grease would have harrassed. Damn it, I'm thinking of Travolta again. Why, Scotti, Why?
What is it with long haired rockers, they're like Samson and lose all their powers when their hair gets cut. Poor Fu, that new album isn't too good. I'd like to think it's because of the hair. Friends don't let friends get Business haircuts! At least the older material still sounded massive, although they didn't play anything from In Search Of. Maybe they did for an encore: I left early.
I went to see Fu-Manchu last night. Some band called Headstrong opened. Rap metal. Why rap? Those butt monkeys. Why ruin perfectly good metal by Rapping over it? It's not like I could understand a Word coming out of his mouth, much less his stupid Hand Gestures. I am most certainly not Down with the Sickness.
Next up was Injected, Atlanta boys who had an amazing drummer, and good guitar sounds, but for some reason couldn't quite win the crowd over. The funniest part was the singer asking the crowd the trite question," so, how late are the bars open in Chicago?" to which a good portion of the audience shouted, "fuck you!" Shit talking rules.
Last up was Fu Manchu. They did alright, but several things were out of place:
1. No Brant Bjork, much to my dismay. The guy they got to replace him was alright, but he couldn't hold a candle to Bjork's feel. Plus he threw in a bunch of wanky fills where there should have been breaks. Brant Bjork understands that often while drumming, it's as much about what you don't play as what you do.
2. I think they canned the old bass player too, unless the Dude gained about 85 pounds since the last tour. Lot of shakeups at FuCo.
3. Scotti Hill cut his hair!!! He looks like a young John Travolta now. The Beach Boys-styled polo shirts wore by Hill, while they look cool on long hairs, just made Hill look like one of the dudes that the punks in Grease would have harrassed. Damn it, I'm thinking of Travolta again. Why, Scotti, Why?
What is it with long haired rockers, they're like Samson and lose all their powers when their hair gets cut. Poor Fu, that new album isn't too good. I'd like to think it's because of the hair. Friends don't let friends get Business haircuts! At least the older material still sounded massive, although they didn't play anything from In Search Of. Maybe they did for an encore: I left early.
by at 2:37 PM
As the conflation of the War on Drugs and the War on Terror commences, Asa Hutchinson and his Untouchables are in hot pursuit of the American Evildoers, this time at a San Francisco Cannabis Club.
Proposition 215--the referendum that established these pot clubs for the infirm and dying--passed by a 70% margin. It was a legitimate, democratic plebiscite made by the voters of California (which is more than can be said about the accession of Resident Bush). Why is the Bush administration, a supposedly pro-"States Rights" government, willing to trample a principle sacred to the Republican party?
Oh wait, the Supreme Court already eviscerated that principle, too, when Bush was annointed president 12/12/01.
If Ass-a Hutchinson were serious about starving narco-terrorists (like the cocaine-smuggling Contras were) of funding, legalization--or at least decriminalization--would eliminate the profit margin from international drug trafficking, and dry up a prime source of capital. Increased regulation of offshore tax shelters and money-laundering operations would also help in the struggle.
But that would also snare legitimate American businesses like Enron in the same dragnet. And we can't have that, no, no, no.
Plus, it's more fun to invade countries, blow up stuff and fuck with the natives.
Legalization: It's not a panacea for all of America's drug problems, by far, but it's better than the taxpayer-financed propaganda we were exposed to during the Super Bowl. The connection between drug use and terrorism is tenuous at best, especially when our addiction to gas-guzzling automobiles and $1.20/gal. premium does more to put money in the hands of terrorists and their sponsors than does our unholy lust for low-grade Texas ditchweed or Econo-Lodge bathtub meth.
Illegal drugs are bad--the message during the game was clear. However, feel free to consume all the legal drugs your liver can stand! As advertising culture instructs us, stuff your kids full of Zoloft, pop a deluxe boner with Viagra, take home an extra case of Coors Light tonight (remembering to drink responsibly, of course) and improve your self-image with Newport Extra-Lights. We have to support the economy, you see, or else the terrorists have already won.
The raid in San Francisco is just the beginning. Bush has proven he will stop at nothing to enforce a conservative social agenda the radical right has always wanted--and Congress has given him a blank check in the aftermath of 9/11. What are we going to do in the face of an assault on democracy and our way of life? I say--
"Let's Roll 'em!"
Proposition 215--the referendum that established these pot clubs for the infirm and dying--passed by a 70% margin. It was a legitimate, democratic plebiscite made by the voters of California (which is more than can be said about the accession of Resident Bush). Why is the Bush administration, a supposedly pro-"States Rights" government, willing to trample a principle sacred to the Republican party?
Oh wait, the Supreme Court already eviscerated that principle, too, when Bush was annointed president 12/12/01.
If Ass-a Hutchinson were serious about starving narco-terrorists (like the cocaine-smuggling Contras were) of funding, legalization--or at least decriminalization--would eliminate the profit margin from international drug trafficking, and dry up a prime source of capital. Increased regulation of offshore tax shelters and money-laundering operations would also help in the struggle.
But that would also snare legitimate American businesses like Enron in the same dragnet. And we can't have that, no, no, no.
Plus, it's more fun to invade countries, blow up stuff and fuck with the natives.
Legalization: It's not a panacea for all of America's drug problems, by far, but it's better than the taxpayer-financed propaganda we were exposed to during the Super Bowl. The connection between drug use and terrorism is tenuous at best, especially when our addiction to gas-guzzling automobiles and $1.20/gal. premium does more to put money in the hands of terrorists and their sponsors than does our unholy lust for low-grade Texas ditchweed or Econo-Lodge bathtub meth.
Illegal drugs are bad--the message during the game was clear. However, feel free to consume all the legal drugs your liver can stand! As advertising culture instructs us, stuff your kids full of Zoloft, pop a deluxe boner with Viagra, take home an extra case of Coors Light tonight (remembering to drink responsibly, of course) and improve your self-image with Newport Extra-Lights. We have to support the economy, you see, or else the terrorists have already won.
The raid in San Francisco is just the beginning. Bush has proven he will stop at nothing to enforce a conservative social agenda the radical right has always wanted--and Congress has given him a blank check in the aftermath of 9/11. What are we going to do in the face of an assault on democracy and our way of life? I say--
"Let's Roll 'em!"
by at 11:49 AM
Thanks to everyone who helped make our mini-tour downstate so damn fantastic, from the bands and fans to the bartenders and curious 5AM folk. Extra special love goes out to Bible of the Devil, who have been extremely kind and gracious to us-- not only do you fellers rock the hell out of 99.9% of the dreck posing as rock n roll these days, but you're by far the swellest bunch to pal around with. We owe ya and we owe ya big. We ain't ever gonna forget that.
Alas, now I have the sickness. It struck me about five minutes after leaving St. Louis: what town do we hit next? Yup, I'm hooked on the road. It's where I want to be right now, not slaving for the man for a paltry fee. Playing unpretentous original homage to what made my youth liveable is my destiny, to rip the gold from the steely maw of the corporate thugs dishing the watery gruel out for all the unquestioning sheeple to consume and then give that luscious booty back to the working masses. Illyich is right on when he said it's time to give the music of the people back to the rightful heirs. Oh yeah, and to fuck Fred Durst right in the face!
Alas, now I have the sickness. It struck me about five minutes after leaving St. Louis: what town do we hit next? Yup, I'm hooked on the road. It's where I want to be right now, not slaving for the man for a paltry fee. Playing unpretentous original homage to what made my youth liveable is my destiny, to rip the gold from the steely maw of the corporate thugs dishing the watery gruel out for all the unquestioning sheeple to consume and then give that luscious booty back to the working masses. Illyich is right on when he said it's time to give the music of the people back to the rightful heirs. Oh yeah, and to fuck Fred Durst right in the face!
by at 8:14 PM
What is it about the state of Florida that breeds the most villainous scumbags, pimps, brigands, thieves, mountebanks, murderers and evangelical christians the world has ever known?
The latest crime against rock and roll has been perpetrated by Guitar Center, Inc., whose crappy retail sweatshops are currently hosting a nationwide "audition" for the next Limp Bisquik guitarist. Co-defendants in this case are knuckle-dragger Fred "Suge Whitey" Durst and his band of reprobates from the Sunshine State, Limp Bizkit.
This audition is every bit a swindle as Guitar Center itself, a store whose usurious credit plan keeps musicians perennially in the red while it hawks inferior, mass-produced equipment. After waiting in line for an hour (fatigue wears down your ability to reason and will to resist--a classic interrogation technique) the would-be auditioner is forced to sign a THREE PAGE CONTRACT (shades of Farm Club) declaring the following:
Anything you play is NOT your creative property (no copyright protection), and can be used by Limp Bizkit in audio, video, or recorded form of any sort. To wit--they are fully authorized to STEAL anything that comes out of your amp and use it on THEIR CD. The artist consents to zero compensation and zero rights over the track...but maybe--just maybe--will get a perfunctory mention in the liner notes.
Imagine how good that grinning yobbo Durst must feel to get music (FOR FREE!) from thousands of guitarists across the USA--and all without the "hassle" of having to actually hire a new band member, or pay for services rendered. To hell with Napster; what Durst is doing is far more criminal. It's dishonest, exploitative, cynical--and yet because of Americans' bootlicking supplication of the Middle Class Dream and quaking subordination to contract law these kids will sell their rock and roll fantasies for less than a song--maybe just some fuzzy power chords.
Buy low and sell high. That's what the people in suits have in mind with this rock and roll Ponzi scheme: stealing your dreams and selling them back to you.
Fuck Fred Durst in the face! Fuck Guitar Center in the face! It's time to take back rock and roll--the music of the people!--from the corporate class. God damn it, support your local music scene, especially independent labels and clubs. Buy your media from independent stores; they will definitely appreciate your business.
Fuckin' cut up your Guitar Center credit card and take your business elsewhere, I mean it! GC is the Wal-Mart of music retail--for every store there are probably a dozen smaller ones it has ground to dust.
It's time to rock for light, everybody.
The latest crime against rock and roll has been perpetrated by Guitar Center, Inc., whose crappy retail sweatshops are currently hosting a nationwide "audition" for the next Limp Bisquik guitarist. Co-defendants in this case are knuckle-dragger Fred "Suge Whitey" Durst and his band of reprobates from the Sunshine State, Limp Bizkit.
This audition is every bit a swindle as Guitar Center itself, a store whose usurious credit plan keeps musicians perennially in the red while it hawks inferior, mass-produced equipment. After waiting in line for an hour (fatigue wears down your ability to reason and will to resist--a classic interrogation technique) the would-be auditioner is forced to sign a THREE PAGE CONTRACT (shades of Farm Club) declaring the following:
Anything you play is NOT your creative property (no copyright protection), and can be used by Limp Bizkit in audio, video, or recorded form of any sort. To wit--they are fully authorized to STEAL anything that comes out of your amp and use it on THEIR CD. The artist consents to zero compensation and zero rights over the track...but maybe--just maybe--will get a perfunctory mention in the liner notes.
Imagine how good that grinning yobbo Durst must feel to get music (FOR FREE!) from thousands of guitarists across the USA--and all without the "hassle" of having to actually hire a new band member, or pay for services rendered. To hell with Napster; what Durst is doing is far more criminal. It's dishonest, exploitative, cynical--and yet because of Americans' bootlicking supplication of the Middle Class Dream and quaking subordination to contract law these kids will sell their rock and roll fantasies for less than a song--maybe just some fuzzy power chords.
Buy low and sell high. That's what the people in suits have in mind with this rock and roll Ponzi scheme: stealing your dreams and selling them back to you.
Fuck Fred Durst in the face! Fuck Guitar Center in the face! It's time to take back rock and roll--the music of the people!--from the corporate class. God damn it, support your local music scene, especially independent labels and clubs. Buy your media from independent stores; they will definitely appreciate your business.
Fuckin' cut up your Guitar Center credit card and take your business elsewhere, I mean it! GC is the Wal-Mart of music retail--for every store there are probably a dozen smaller ones it has ground to dust.
It's time to rock for light, everybody.
by at 4:55 PM
Well, I didn't get to go to the Super Bowl like some people on this site, but I did get to do some other cool things. Friday, got the disk mastered, so we'll have things to sell at the next few shows! Saturday night, I saw the Paper Chase from Dallas at the Fireside Bowl. Opening the show was Runner, I think it was. They were a cool band, but they had a straight-up hardcore vocalist who shouted like Rollins. The band occasionally would throw in a nice Stones or Mountain-style riff, but the dude just kept yelling over it. I would have preferred to have just seen the core of the band rock out while the singer got himself a throat losenge. The Paper Chase was next. They were incredibly tight. The guy's vocals kind of take a lot to get used to, he has a sort of Roger Waters' yelp. It was still great, although more guitar and less bass and keyboards would have made it much better. Last were local homies Tekulvi, and sheeit, they did a great job of following up the spastic Paper Chase. If you took someone who saw them a year ago and put them in front of the band now, they'd be shocked. They're such a high energy unit now, and while in the early days they sounded a bit like Seam, now there are more abrasive elements of Shellac and the like, and they move on stage when before they didn't much. And Greg has turned into quite the impressive drummer in the span of 6 months. He's scary good now. Anyhow, it ruled. Then I went to a party and I got the address wrong the first time, so we lost half the people we were with. If anyone who reads this was supposed to follow me there, sorry!
Sunday was the much-hyped Super Bowl party, whereby we stuffed a turkey with White Castles and had a grand old time. Can't believe we ate all that food.
More later.
by at 9:18 AM
Sav, you lovable rock and roll troglodyte, yer full of crap. DON'T EVER DIS 5/8 TIME SIGNATURES! The almighty Tull's "Living in the Past" is in a lithe 5/8 meter, and if you haven't screwed to anything outside a 2/4 or 4/4 beat, maybe you should stop spending all your time in those East Lakeview techno clubs.
by at 10:14 AM