Thursday, December 24, 2009

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Punk In Drublic



Why o' why is it that everytime I hang with my mistress Molly she leads me like an albatross to the rocky crags of "talk hella shit to the oinkers"? The definition of insanity is insulting someone with the power to fuck you, and not expecting him to fuck you. Guilty as charged

A little lesson in Doublespeak-
Being arrested for resisting arrest only. It takes a syntax genius to explain that one.

Im not gonna give a play-by-play since I've already done that like fifty million times. So I'll keep it short.

I talked shit to the cops. The cops got offended. I got arrested. My friends disagreed with the cops decision. They got arrested. We went to jail.

Just another episode of When Keeping it Real Goes Wrong.

I'm starting to feel like getting arrested downtown is turning into a Ronnie Dobbs thing for me. Oh well.



Kosher Jamz
Beef with Pork
Greatest Story Ever Told
Real Arithmetic

But let's not forget, not all cops are bad...some are just plain evil

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Modern Love

radical human dignity and ecstatic truth all in 1991. and always.

katia and maurice krafft



michele and alex

jeanne-claude and christo

91

thurston and kim 91

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Kid's Got Hart



Yup that's my pale, chubby, ginning self in the Suicidal Tendencies shirt. If your only live musical experience was seeing basement shows in Reno, then it would be really easy to think that Owen Hart was the greatest band of all time. Everytime they play here it goes off. They are the only band I know of that can get the punks, edge-men, metal-heads, basically the underground under one roof. It's definitely a cathartic thing. The first time I heard the demo I nearly crashed my car and drove straight to my friend Ryan's house to flip out with him over it. Simply brutal.



Gomarrah's Season Never Ends
Myspace

Monday, December 7, 2009

Everything Stays Black



This is a most excellent tribute album to a most excellent band. It's got the best bands unfortunate enough to be called metalcore covering one of the best hardcore bands of all time. The great thing is all of these bands are such accomplished musicians they can appropriately transform the song. The best at this is Converge of course, Annihilate This Week sounds like a Converge song, period. Plus American Nightmare, Coalesce, Planes Mistaken For Stars, and Burnt By The Sun among others.
Ha, I once got in a crazy heated E-Bay war trying to win this on four limited edition seven inches, I didn't win. But I did get the twelve inch......oh the days of vinyl hunting....

Don't Wanna Hear It

Tromaville Troubadors



Matt Mondanile has easily become my favorite musician of 2009. First through Ducktails, then Real Estate, and as of an hour ago The Parasails. This dude is bringin' it hella hard. He's got a sound, and throughout his various projects he explores all these different facets of it. He's got the kind of bands where people make up a million new adjectives in an attempt to describe what you hear. Well there ain't nothing like it so I'm not gonna give it a bunch of hyphenated nonsense descriptors. The newest Real Estate record is probably my favorite release so far. As opposed to all the other releases this one has a real crisp production. Which actually adds a lot, there is a lot more time to find the nuance and stuff on the songs. Although, the versions of the songs that were found on demos and seven inches are great too. I just think that the self titled record has more to offer everyone. Shoot, it almost reminds me of "Oh, Inverted World"-era Shins. On Ducktails the washy lo-fi vibe perfectly compliment the songs. Which seem largely inspired by New Jersey coast/beach culture. All the songs have this distant flowy feeling. A lot like a overcast, drizzly afternoon. People might call this stuff drone, but it's far too kinetic for that. It's good it's good.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

What the Buck

The level people are taking popping and locking to these days is just nutty. It reminds me of the shit Pharoah's would have in their royal courts. The kind of stuff europeans would go back home and make up tales of black magic and pacts with the devil over. This shit can fuck up a lesser man's whole sense of reality. Camera's can't even catch all the frame rate, it's fucked up.