So, besides the shitty parking element, brought along by the Life Is Beautiful BS, the gig @ Triple B's last night was a good time. Bogtrotter's Union sounded okay on the way out as we all made a bee line to Flippin' Good Burgers for some pre-gig grub, all except Matt who was stuck manning the merch booth. Sucks to be you! ha ha We got back to the gig in time to hear Jerk filling the place up with suck. Civilians played pretty good, throwing in a Cock Sparrer cover just for shits and giggles. Everybody dug the shit out of Flatfoot 56, but I just wasn't feeling it. They sounded better live than they do on their records, so I'll give them that. They loved us though, and Matt really, really, REALLY loved them... ha ha ha
Guttermouth has probably been playing the same set for the last 25 years now, and it doesn't seem to bother the band or the muscle bound meat heads that come out to see the band play one bit. They just wanna hear 1,2,3.... Slam!, Asshole (their neanderthal theme song), End On 9, Mr. Barbeque (which they played really sloooow), P.C., Bruce Lee vs. The Kiss Army, etc., and that's it. It's a good excuse to get drunk and slam around. Fun. Besides the expected "hits", Guttermouth did play some gems though, songs I thought they wouldn't play, like Party Of 2, Jamie's Petting Zoo, Do The Hustle (opening song), Racetrack (Nice!), Baker's Dozen, and a few others that escape me. They played exactly 1 song from their new release, I've Got It Made, which they prefaced by saying that they knew no one was going to like it, but they were going to play it anyways. Mark and Co. sounded really good on the Triple B sound system. Best in Vegas? Pretty damn close. Guttermouth played stellar and everyone in attendance had a great time. The most fun part was getting out afterwords. Everyone had to wait for everyone to move their car to escape the parking lot behind the venue, delivery truck included, and after watching Tate from Jerk perform the most time wasting, awkward 3 point turn in the history of van driving, the rest of us quickly hightailed it the fuck outta Dodge while the getting was good. My night ended at Blueberry Hill where I blew the last of my cash on breakfast for the crew. Fun night.
Mmmmmm... is there any better way to start your day than a fried mustard burger and tater tots? <3
An update? Shit! I don't know what to update about on here. There's been sooo much stuff added here that I kind of lost count as to what's what. The first thing that comes to mind, of course, was the return of the legendary Karl Bakla, who sent in a Music Review on a Local band called The Social Set, and you can click here to read that. Since the last thing I seem to remember posting up was the Cheeksplitter demo (click here to read that), and I apologize if any of this is redundant, but I also posted some Music Reviews on the latest from Saxon (click here to read that), the John Belushi / FEAR single for the movie Neighbors (click here to read that), the Svetlanas / New Cold War split 7" on Squid Hat Records (click here to read that), and the Pet Tigers new album called Short Leash (click here to read that).
Speaking of Squid Hat Records, I also did a Music Review for The Negative Nancys new album called Sorry Not Sorry, and you can click here to read that. I also posted one for The Pluralses stunning debut release (click here to read that) as well as some not so kind words for the new Descendents release Hypercaffium Spazzinate (click here to read that). Boy does that album stink. What a disappointment.
Pictures... fuuuuuuck... Civic Minded 5 (click here) and Illicitor (click here) @TheDive, photos taken by All Hail Bob of The Civilians @TheDive (click here) - Thanx! to him for that, The Pluralses (click here) and Guilty By Association @Beauty Bar, Joni's Agenda @TheDive (click here), The New Emotives (click here) and Melanie And The Midnite Marauders @11th Street Records, and last but not least, a few pics of The Acid Sisters (click here) @TheDive. I'm sure I'm forgetting a whole lot more, but I can't think of them right now. Maybe later.
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I'm not gonna sit here and pontificate on what a loss it is to the music world with the passing of Prince Buster. Either you know or you don't.
Most people nowadays don't know who the fuck he was, or what he did for the world in general, and I'm OK with that. Their loss.
I'm sure if it was some dickwad from DNCE or Florida Georgia Line, or some obscure dooshbag rapper from the 90's then social media would be alight for weeks on 'what a tragedy, what a loss' BS, but since it was only Prince Buster, nobody cared, nobody gave a damn, it was barely a blip on social media and went away as quickly as it appeared, which only confirms my hatred for the human race and people in general.
I forget who said it, but somebody once said if you don't move to Ska, then you have no soul, and it's true. RIP Prince Buster. May flights of angels carry thee to thy rest. And Thank you. Thank you for everything.
Move along. There's nothing to see here. Seriously. Go away.
I know you did not come to this website looking for my opinion on the world wide farce that went down at Riot Fest this weekend. I just KNOW you did not come here looking to see what I thought about that... you can't be serous.
Do I gotta be the voice of Honesty here? Seriously?
Fine, fuck it. I'll say it.
While the rest of the world has their tongue planted firmly up the Misfits collective asses right now, I personally couldn't be more ashamed and disgusted at what an obvious cash grab ass fuck it was. Wow. I mean, was Doyle's guitar even plugged in? Seemed like his guitar playing theatrics weren't quite meshing up to what was coming out of the amps. The guy hidden off to the side, he could be heard loud and clear, and it seemed like it was only his playing coming through the PA, but hey, what do I know? And the coffins and giant pumpkins were the great stage set up Glenn was bragging about in Rolling Stone? Wowsers. I mean, when has that shit rag Rolling Stone magazine ever been right about how good a band is? Taylor Swift? The Black Keys? Miley Cyrus? Don't they praise Kanye West as a musical genius? Yeah, I'll just leave that right there. And this is now the standard we measure things against, huh? How sad.
And let me be the first to say that Dave Lombardo is NOT the drummer for this band. His missed accents and fills and rolls were embarrassing. It was almost like he never heard a Misfits song until 2 weeks ago, when he started rehearsing with the band. Even Doyle said he sucked. Boooooooo.
Yeah, fuck the Misfits. I'm not even touching on Danzig's voice, which wasn't half bad, considering he was trying to sing in some gut hiding leather corset of sorts. He still looked like an over stuffed Italian sausage, but he didn't sound too shabby. Probably the best part of the set was hearing him singing all those classic Misfits tunes. Ahhhh, memories. Nostalgia for nostalgia's sake. I can still walk around with my Punk Rock elitist head held high and say that I saw the Misfits, the real Misfits, all original members, not some karaoke act billing itself as "The Original Misfits". No Robo no Misfits. You know it and I know it. Same petty BS with Guns N' Roses - No Izzy and Steven, no real Guns N' Roses reunion. There's a difference between seeing a band when they're dangerously scary and talented and good, and then seeing some members of that same band cashing in to pay a mortgage or ex wives alimony millions of years later. I mean, I get it, but I don't have to like it.
It's a shame that most people don't get that, because they're in a constant nostalgia hunt that leads them to the road heading backwards, instead of looking to the here and now and seeing what great bands are around presently, bands that are not ass kisses and playing the oldies circuit with the heroes of the past. Fuck that.
I was sitting near the back wall, couple of seats down from the birthday girl Angie and her furry husband Nate, chatting to a whole circle of close friends and casual acquaintances, while the band Nebula X was raging away on stage. Pure Metal with what I believe were lyrics sung in Spanish. It was either that or I was really, really high. They were an odd choice to open things up but somehow it seemed to work. Pretty cool.
Yeah, Angie's birthday party this past Sat. @The Dive was a bit of a surreal night. Place was packed with cool people, great vibes all around, lots and lots of cake and cupcakes, and it figures that it would be the only night I forget to bring my camera is the night that Angie gets naked on stage and sings GG Allin songs with The Mapes... my life is now complete! LOL The Mapes were fantastic, sounding pretty good doing Don't Talk To Me. I saw them play a Mummies cover once. They're pretty good playing covers. Maybe they should do it more often, since writing new songs seems to be out of the question... heh. The band High Anxiety were the surprise of the night, playing some Beardcore music that was an interesting mix of the Violent Femmes and the Dead Milkmen. Plus, they did a cover from the movie The Three Amigos (Blue Shadows On The Trails) which made both Matt and I instant fans of the band. High Anxiety from straight outta Oakland. Check them out. You might dig 'em.
I think it was the bass player from High Anxiety who started lobbing fully ignited rolls of toilet paper towards The Mapes while they were playing. Clay was piling toilet paper on top of his ride cymbal and lighting it on fire and sending it flying everywhere while playing the songs. Toilet paper streams flew left right and every other direction and were just as quickly scooped up into a pile in the middle of the room and kept ablaze like some drunken boy scout overnight camp out campfire. The smoke inside was so thick and dense I heard people cracking Great White jokes. They opened both doors in a vain attempt to air the place out, which helped a little, but not really. The true hardcore stuck it out inside, keeping the fires burning while the Mapes wailed away, playing every song that they could remember how to play before calling it a night. Happy times. Seeing Angie topless on stage with them singing that GG Allin song was definitely a highlight of my life. After that, I think everybody in the place went home and fucked their significant others just a little bit harder than they usually do. Thanks for that Angie! LOL
I stuck it out as long as I could. I really did, but the Weirdos were just slow and old, sounding like shit, and when they messed up one of my favorite songs, Message From The Underworld, I wanted to violently throw things at the drummers head. I also wanted to punch Bob in the nuts, because he said the last time the Weirdos played @The Dive, he said they were pretty good. I really fail to see how that was possible. They were just... shitty. There wasn't a lot of people there though, so I guess that's good? An all ages house party on the East side of town, complete with 8 shitty Local bands playing, pretty much made sure that no one under 30 was going to be there, but, I remained forever optimistic.The Scoundrels were pretty good, closing out their set with a Black Sabbath cover, which was, odd. F.S.P. killed it, as usual. They're some of the nicest guys playing some of the angriest music you'll ever hear. Good stuff.
But this gig, tonight @The Dive, well this one, this one is going to be one for the record book. It's Angie's birthday bash, and she told me how old she's going to be but I don't believe her, and with The Mapes headlining this shindig, I can only imagine what sort of shenanigans they have up their collective sleeves to unleash upon us all. Flour? Ding-Dongs? Hot dogs? More giant bags of confetti? Who knows? All I know is that there is no other place I'd rather be at tonight than at the Dive. I don't know a thing about the other bands, but it doesn't even matter. Get their early to hang out with all the righteous people who are going to be there helping Angie celebrate her b-day. If Angie picked the bands playing, they should be pretty good. If they're not, well, I guess you could play the Ms. Pac-Man game to combat your boredom.
I hope somebody brings cake. <3
Last night @ the Double Clown was pretty fun. That free popcorn needed some salt though... ha ha ha
Lots of heads in attendance, which was, cool? Seeing Ben from Battle Born is always a treat. Vegascendents played pretty good. I can only gauge that by how many times Paolo jumps in the air and comes down perfectly in time with the song. I think he did it like 4 times last night, which is pretty good for an old drunk like him... ha ha ha. Erika won a scarf in the Descendents trivia quiz that Hanson did before the band played, and Tyson cleaned up on some old classic flyer reproductions that he kept winning for knowing the answers to the questions, which is kind of cheating when you get right down to it. If you're in a Descendents band and you don't know pretty much everything about them, well, that would make you a pretty sour kind of fellow, now wouldn't it? ha ha ha It was a good time. People seemed to dig us, and watching people buy Vegascendents tee shirts after we played was a bit surreal, to say the least. Thanks to Fish and Rex Dart and Hanson and everybody else involved with the TV Party Tonight shindig that goes down at the Double Clown every month. It was a good time. I had fun.
Tonight's gig @ The Dive bar is guaranteed to be a nice bit of fun as well. The Weirdos, The Scoundrels, The Civilians, and Fuck Shit Piss, bringing the noise and causing enough of a ruckus to wake the dead. I have no idea what time the gig starts, because since the Dive bar is a Raiders bar now, they're showing the games there now, and I don't know if they're gonna end the game early for the gig, or if the gig starts right after the game is over. Your best bet is to get there early and hang out. Who knows? You might run into someone you know, or you might even make a new friend. What a thought, right?