Go easy Joni. Step lightly. Stay free. </3
Heaven just got a little bit brighter, a lot more fun, and definitely a lot more Punk Rock.
Go easy Joni. Step lightly. Stay free. </3
Whodovoodoowedo? FUCKYOU!!! :)
That's how you should start out every New Year, with a Voodoo Glow Skulls gig. <3 After a quick grub sesh at Flippin' Good Burgers, we headed back to Triple B's and were almost scared off by the long line that snaked around the building, but they were waiting for some comedian's gig next door, not VGS. Walked in during the middle of Guilty By Association's set, and they sounded pretty good. The sound quality of the room at Triple B's is one of the best in town, and GBA were kicking and thumping and raging away on stage, playing a set that relied heavily on their last Coming Home release, and included their obligatory Billy Joel cover to boot. First rate set. The band I was most hyped to see, The Porkers, were fantastic for the first half of their set, minus the bass player's technical difficulties, playing a kick ass set of tunes that had everyone in the joint moving around, but when the bass player switched out to a second bass mid-set, all the punch and bottom end was gone, and it killed their sound. Rats. Still good though. Their Swinging Like Tiger Woods song was stuck in my head all the way home, and they played a cover of Burning Love by Elvis because, well, Vegas, DUH. The singer said that they hadn't played Vegas since the mid-90's on Warped Tour. Crazy. After the gig I went to their merch booth and grabbed everything they had available, and contributed $20 to their 'we like weed' fund bottle they had on the table. Buck-O-Nine bored me to tears. Shitty white boy Ska band playing OPIV songs and covers better done by The Clash. Seemed like every asshole braaaaah in the place was rocking out to them. Lame. Funny seeing Dean helping them load their gear onto the stage though. Next. Voodoo Glow Skulls never disappoint. Never. I'm almost positive I've seen them in the high hundreds of times category, and they're always energetic, and they always bring it down hard. The band of veteranos from Riverside played a fantastic set that focused a lot on the Firme album, which was perfectly alright with me. The highlight of their set was their dedication of their version of the Coasters classic Charlie Brown to Gabby from Manic Hispanic / Cadillac Tramps, who we just recently lost. Classy. After the gig Erika and I headed off to Scarlet for their Sisters Of Mercy tribute night, which sucked. 1 song does not a tribute make. The DJ's there suck. I think I could put together a better Goth playlist than those ass clowns. Isn't that what old Punks do nowadays - become DJ's? ha ha ha ha Whatever. Yeah, crazy / cool night in Downtown Vegas. 2017. So far so good.
Here's the Pictures I took of the last time Gabby and the Cadillac Tramps were in Las Vegas, a Valentine's Day weekend gig @Triple B's downtown - click here to check them out if you didn't the first time. If half of the Vegas people who are all over social media posting "R.I.P. Gabby" and all that shit were in attendance that night, there might have been more than 25 people there, but alas, Las Vegas is full of bandwagon jumping motherfuckers by the truck load - just look at how everybody you know is now a Raiders fan for proof of that. Out of the 193 pictures I took that night, 119 of them were of Gabby. Those in the know knew this was the last time we were ever gonna see him alive, and it was hard to let him go after the gig. He looked tired but happy. We stood around outside the back door area, just joking and bullshitting like we would always do with him, and everyone just kind of danced around the enormous white elephant in the room, choosing instead to just, I dunno, be positive? Uplifting? We talked about anything and everything but his illness while the rest of the guys were loading gear out and into the van. Fuck, it was hard saying goodbye to him. It was hard watching him walk away and get into his ride and jet off into the early morning night. We all just watched the car disappear from sight and I felt a huge emptiness. We had just witnessed the Cadillac Tramps fucking annhiliate Triple B's, nobody came out to see them but that was alright. It made the evening more intimate, made hanging with Gabby and the guys more accessible. It made the night even more memorable than it already was, and that was saying a lot.
Godspeed Gabby. See you on the other side vato. And as for the rest of you, maybe I'll see you at this event next week. Probably not though.
El mas chingon el mero mero. Vaya con dios compadre...
1965 - 2017
"Go easy, step lightly... stay free."
And that makes three!! ha ha
When I was first asked about jamming with Headnoise, I almost didn't hesitate. Almost. Robert and Edie are 2 near and dear friends that I have known since they both were in high school, and with all the things that Robert and I have been through and done together, one of those things we've never done together was make music. He's a bassist, I'm a drummer, seems like a no brainer, right? Yeah it does, but the 300 or so miles in between us was definitely something to take into consideration. But I said "fuck it - life's a risk carnal" and made the effort to get my ass to California almost every weekend for Headnoise band practice. I'm a sucker for a band with good music, and everyone knows I'm a drum whore, so yeah... it all paid off big time after we finished up our first gig last Sat. @ the House of Rebellion, a cool squat type youth fellowship type of house on top of a mountain in the middle of burro country in Moreno Valley. The congratulatory words and loving turnout was cool and all, but seeing Rob & Edie beaming in the spotlight after the gig was what made all the BS worth it. All the traffic, the bad food, shitty hotels, speeding tickets, sleepless nights, missed Raiders games, everything. It was all worth it just for that moment seeing them two like that, surrounded by friends and family who were welcoming them back to the Christian Punk Rock music scene (Headnoise hasn't played a gig in over 6 years). According to the Punk Rock Bible itself Razorcake, Christian Punk Music is on the rise again. Who knew? But anyways, standing around lurking in the shadows, listening as people chatted up Edie and Rob, sharing war stories with them, reminiscing about past gigs they played with them, and telling them how good the band sounded now, made all the small pains in the ass tolerable. It was cool stuff. I'm enjoying being in the band, and I'm looking forward to the next gig we play. Isn't the beginning of a relationship the bast part? <3
Well, I'm glad that's finally over with. 2 down, 1 to go.
Somewhere along the way I stupidly agreed to help out my friends in Guilty By Association by telling them I'd play drums for them for this gig with The Interrupters, which they seemed to want to really play really, really badly. Whatever. So they threw me a set list, promising me that we would get together and practice hard for the gig, which, of course, never happened. I'm an idiot for believing them, right? LOL You gotta love a band that's so confidant / arrogant that they only practice for a gig the day of said gig... ha ha ha But we did it, we pulled it off, with lots of mistakes, missed cues (none from me - I played flawlessly!! ha ha ha), and improvisation on stage for some apparent reason but all in all, I'm glad I did it. Had a great time up there on stage @Vinyl, and even more of a good time just hanging around with all my friends who came out on a Weds. night to have a little fun before the Holidays. The grub sesh afterwords @Mr. Lucky's was just the icing on the cake. Caught the first few songs of Be Like Max and was just shocked at how mediocre it all sounded from the stage. Think the nerds in Band class in high school decide to form a Ska band, and they're playing at the quad during lunch, and you'll pretty much have the whole Be Like Max live experience. Tons of kids there to see them though, so what do I know? Bad Cop/Bad Cop have always, always, always sucked, and The Interrupters were downright pathetic. Shitty drummer playing in a shitty 2,864th wave Ska band, with a "cute" chick with big boobs who looked and sounded like Brodie from The Distillers singing. No wonder that bearded doosh from Rancid is all over that band. You would of thought he'd learned his lesson the first time around, right? LOL The underground buzz about that band makes sense now. I get it, and it's pathetic, and I'm embarrassed for my friends who like that band. Cheap thrills. Apparently the thing to do nowadays is just to get some cute chick to be in your band, and you'll have every guy in a band over 30 thinking your band is the shit. Boobs and pussy over musical talent every day nowadays, right guys? Right! ha ha ha ha
A bit of lunacy from Jeff Civilians on this food grubbing day. Embrace the spirit of the holiday! Life's too short, so have some fun dammit!! Gobble Gobble Hey!!