So I'm talking to a budding prostitute friend of mine the other night, right? She's asking me when I was going to update the website, and I told her that I wanted to, but I really didn't have anything to say. I mean, what was I going to write about? Bashing on the idiotic bands that participated in that Vegas Rocks awards ceremony was too easy, and what I thought to be a huge waste of time. Pay to Play awards show? Weak as fuck. Grovelling for acceptance / recognition from a magazine that doesn't give 2 shits about your band or your music scene? Fuck off! All you bands that attended and were involved with that shit should be ashamed of yourselves. Go play another Anti-Bar Fest in the desert and then play a bar afterwords for your real fans, you bunch of hypocrites you, but I digress. Back to the front line. I had nothing to chat up really, but after waking up this evening and checking out my Facebook page, I suddenly was inspired by what I saw posted on there. With a mouth full of vitriol I now proceed.
The Las Vegas Weekly can suck it. Seriously. I have never been a fan of their glossy piece of shit rag, with it's focus more on the 'beautiful people' who queue up to the Clubs like the sheep that they are to dance the night away while hearing a set of mediocrity being put together by some jack off scenester douche bag with his iPod, and kissing the ass of the advertisers who pay waaaayyy too much money to be included in this weeks crap filled issue, and throw into that mix the fact that they give little to no coverage to any scene or gig that's not happening @ the Beauty Bar or the Palms, well it all just adds up to me giving up on that fluff filled magazine years and years and years ago. 1997 I believe it was. :-)
I can't speak of their coverage of anything else with any air of authority, but I can say this with all the conviction I can muster - their Local music scene coverage is a joke. A sad, pathetic, unfunny joke. The stuff they print is usually regurgitated press releases, sometimes verbatim (I know - I get the same press releases they do), and their, ahem, 'Reviews' of stuff that's happening around town is just as see through and watery as a Coors light piss at 4 in the morning. The initiator of all this piss & vinegar comes after reading this 'Review' of the Las Vegas Shake Down written by one Laura Davis, who, I can only assume after reading her write up on the event, is some retarded scenester chick sniffling and snorting with others of her ilk in the bathroom stalls of the Beauty Bar or the Griffin. Click here to read it. Now the article title is a bit misleading, isn't it? She was there for a few hours of 1 day, not at all 3 days of the event. She shows up 5 hours late for the last day of the festival, talks about the first band she sees (Spindrift - who?) by mentioning nothing about the bands performance, she apparently watches the cock rock singer of the next band (Morlocks - again, who?) talk to the crowd before their set and then again, mentions nothing about the bands performance that night, and then goes over to the Beauty Bar where she mentions that it looks like a Double Down crowd in attendance (a very sad thing to say, in my humble opinion) and she then mentions that the Lower Class Brats are 'tearing the place a new one'. Oh 'em GEE!! That last statement sent me over the freaking edge! The Lower Class Brats, on their best of days, couldn't rip any place a new one. Never. And they aren't even fit to carry the sweaty, shit and piss stained tighty whitey Fruit of the Loom underwear that the Rip Offs may or may not wear. The Rip Offs, a real punk band, not a bunch of douche bags mining that whole 'A Clockwork Orange' thing that most of us grew out of when we got our first pubic hairs. Man, there's nothing I hate more than ignorant, lazy journalism. It just make me go 'Grrrrrrrrrrrr'. Laura Davis, Congratulations! You've inspired me to be a much better coughcoughjournalistcoughcough than I already am, and you've allowed me to vent a bit about your shitty writing and the shitty paper you work for. Thank you very much for that. Stay the fuck away from things in which you know nothing about, like anything Punk Rock related. Now both of you go off somewhere in the desert past Sam Boyd Stadium and die please. Thank you.
In the 'Who Cares?' Dept: Fletcher from Pennywise gets tasered and arrested after getting into a fight with the band Alesana (who?) on the Denver stop of the Warped Tour. Click here to read all about it. As someone who has personally gotten into a brawl with Senor Fletcher, all I can say is that the Cops are lucky it only took 5 tasers to take him down. That dude hits hard as fuck. :-)
Anyways, loads of new stuff added, Gig Calendar page updated, the Black Fag / Left Unattended / 1/2 Ast / Dick Falcon Show Review is up and running (click here to read it), the photos of the Zodiac Killers and the Humpers are posted, and everything is chugging along nicely. I'm not sure if I'm gonna keep the website with this look but for now, I'm digging it! hahaha
The Las Vegas Weekly can suck it. Seriously. I have never been a fan of their glossy piece of shit rag, with it's focus more on the 'beautiful people' who queue up to the Clubs like the sheep that they are to dance the night away while hearing a set of mediocrity being put together by some jack off scenester douche bag with his iPod, and kissing the ass of the advertisers who pay waaaayyy too much money to be included in this weeks crap filled issue, and throw into that mix the fact that they give little to no coverage to any scene or gig that's not happening @ the Beauty Bar or the Palms, well it all just adds up to me giving up on that fluff filled magazine years and years and years ago. 1997 I believe it was. :-)
I can't speak of their coverage of anything else with any air of authority, but I can say this with all the conviction I can muster - their Local music scene coverage is a joke. A sad, pathetic, unfunny joke. The stuff they print is usually regurgitated press releases, sometimes verbatim (I know - I get the same press releases they do), and their, ahem, 'Reviews' of stuff that's happening around town is just as see through and watery as a Coors light piss at 4 in the morning. The initiator of all this piss & vinegar comes after reading this 'Review' of the Las Vegas Shake Down written by one Laura Davis, who, I can only assume after reading her write up on the event, is some retarded scenester chick sniffling and snorting with others of her ilk in the bathroom stalls of the Beauty Bar or the Griffin. Click here to read it. Now the article title is a bit misleading, isn't it? She was there for a few hours of 1 day, not at all 3 days of the event. She shows up 5 hours late for the last day of the festival, talks about the first band she sees (Spindrift - who?) by mentioning nothing about the bands performance, she apparently watches the cock rock singer of the next band (Morlocks - again, who?) talk to the crowd before their set and then again, mentions nothing about the bands performance that night, and then goes over to the Beauty Bar where she mentions that it looks like a Double Down crowd in attendance (a very sad thing to say, in my humble opinion) and she then mentions that the Lower Class Brats are 'tearing the place a new one'. Oh 'em GEE!! That last statement sent me over the freaking edge! The Lower Class Brats, on their best of days, couldn't rip any place a new one. Never. And they aren't even fit to carry the sweaty, shit and piss stained tighty whitey Fruit of the Loom underwear that the Rip Offs may or may not wear. The Rip Offs, a real punk band, not a bunch of douche bags mining that whole 'A Clockwork Orange' thing that most of us grew out of when we got our first pubic hairs. Man, there's nothing I hate more than ignorant, lazy journalism. It just make me go 'Grrrrrrrrrrrr'. Laura Davis, Congratulations! You've inspired me to be a much better coughcoughjournalistcoughcough than I already am, and you've allowed me to vent a bit about your shitty writing and the shitty paper you work for. Thank you very much for that. Stay the fuck away from things in which you know nothing about, like anything Punk Rock related. Now both of you go off somewhere in the desert past Sam Boyd Stadium and die please. Thank you.
In the 'Who Cares?' Dept: Fletcher from Pennywise gets tasered and arrested after getting into a fight with the band Alesana (who?) on the Denver stop of the Warped Tour. Click here to read all about it. As someone who has personally gotten into a brawl with Senor Fletcher, all I can say is that the Cops are lucky it only took 5 tasers to take him down. That dude hits hard as fuck. :-)
Anyways, loads of new stuff added, Gig Calendar page updated, the Black Fag / Left Unattended / 1/2 Ast / Dick Falcon Show Review is up and running (click here to read it), the photos of the Zodiac Killers and the Humpers are posted, and everything is chugging along nicely. I'm not sure if I'm gonna keep the website with this look but for now, I'm digging it! hahaha
