Its been a god damn hot minute. My creativity has been lacking as you can tell from my absence of posts. I haven't wrote much of anything due to my terrible choices in women, the subsequent turmoil that was the year 2013, and adjusting to a new life in Baltimore. Close friends understand, new ones need not fret. I will be lighting up these pages very soon as my mind has been racing with ideas, thoughts, and overall writings that just need to see the light of day. I am working hard, and filling my time off with the new bands I've started/joined since I got settled here. I will fill you with more info when we get close to playing shows, as well as a solo project aptly named Peasant Magick, which will have a demo out soon. Please look for my best of 2014 list to come soon as well. But for now, I leave you with this. Jivaan was able to fill me in to the fact that one of these gentlemen is actually the husband of Bette Midler. You may remember them from their 10 second cameo in Weird Al's masterpiece, UHF. Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Kipper Kids.
Tonester
Tonester
GRAVESLIME
Roughness and Toughness
Man, I have the tendancy to break the fuck down sometimes. Life, of course, is a bit of a bitch. But I would like to thank Alli, Kolli, Birkir, and Bjossi for helping me through some difficult times. True dudes these guys are. Graveslime apparently formed after all the members crapped their pants or puked or something at a party. That was kinda the theme of the party supposedly. So when someone tells me thats how a band formed, I of course want to hear them. Usually when you hear of such a story, its highly likely the music you will hear isnt what you thought it would be, or just straight forward shit punk or something. But when a record asks you "do you want to die?' as the first thing you hear when you put it on...it will soon become one of the best god damned things in years. I mean look at the cover of the album. Just fucking look at it. Why wouldn't you want to hear it? It looks really fucking cool. Its a bowl of slime with bones in it man. Fucking take a gander.
oh yeah. they cover chariots of fire
oh yeah. they cover chariots of fire
MARIO RUBACALBA
(OFF!, RFTC, Hot Snakes, Clikatat Ikatowi, Black Heart Procession, Earthless, 411)
Listing this mans accomplishments is no small feat. He has been pounding the skins since I can remember. People want him to be their drummer, constantly. He somewhow manages to be able to be in some of the best past and current bands I can think of. I wasn't even aware of his drumming when I was young. I knew Mario as a professional skateboarder. Yeah that's right. Dude was a pro skater, amongst being in some amazing bands. Hell, the list above isnt even all of his bands. But needless to say, he ripped a skateboard AND the drums, and well... a little Mario Ruba-plichta was born. I first got into his music from the the Union video, an old skate wheel company which featured the post-hardcore sounds of 411. I believe my age at the time was a harsh 13. But all I had was the song from the video. Living in PA for a small stint, finding music outside of a Sam Goody was a hard task. So it wasn't til a few years later, on the Outer Banks, that the pieces of this mans talent started to come together for me. Lit Records was a revelation, as he already had the CD in stock when I moved back home. And it starts from there really...the man beats the hell out of his drums, he rips the shit out of a skateboard, and he's a really really nice guy. But the longer you sit here and read this as I blow smoke up his ass, the longer it takes for you to research the amazing talent of Mario Rubacalba...musically and shredding a fucking skateboard. The dude is a bit of an idol to me. Could you tell?
Man it must have been a mother fucker for Gene Wilder when Gilda died. I don't think the guy has worked since honestly...artistically that is. He went from The Producers and Young Frankenstein to some bit roles on Hangin with Mr. Cooper and fucking Will & Grace. That shit hit him hard. Understandably. Gilda Radner was amazing, and he was completely in love with her. And I always imagined their lives as this perfect comedic relationship. Like just off the wall hilarity, being totally in love with someone who isn't into just the cracking of a joke, but the physical and mental aspects of the delivery. Having this time together that is so special, that it obviously couldn't have lasted forever. Something had to fuck it up. Ovarian Cancer. As with anyone who is in love with someone who gets cancer, it isn't easy. And there's no way I could ever imagine how he felt when she told him that once they put her under, she wasn't coming back. She knew. He told her everything would be ok. She never regained consciouness.
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