True story... I've been sitting here listening to the 45 Grave - Black Cross 7" on repeat now for like an hour... and it's great. I listen to this shit and I remember how good we had it in L.A. "back in the days". So many gigs and different styles of bands that it was sickening. You could go to a show and see a crazy band like 45 Grave on the same bill with the Angry Samoans or Fishbone or even Bad Religion. And I'm not gonna even get into how many touring bands came through there... U.K. '82 anyone? All those glorious shows at the Olympic Auditorium? Fuck we were stupid. We bitched about how the scene sucked and this club was lame and this promoter is an asshole... blah blah blah. Pretty much like I hear people complaining about the scene here in Las Vegas. Same bitching, different plane of existence. But at least I have the sense to appreciate it now. Things are great here in Sin City... there's a ton of diverse bands out and about now... it's summer so that means that a shit load of bored kids will be starting up bands... desert shows are coming back as a force to be reckoned with... house parties as always are fun, just as long as it doesn't happen at your house of course, and that piece of shit bar The Boston is crashing and burning. Woo Hoo! Hopefully the people that read that Mercury story from last week will aid in it's quick and timely demise. And did anyone even bother to read the City Life's Local Music Issue? The Killers? The Luv-Taps? WTF? Lame. So yeah. I have no idea what's going on band wise, and all I've been doing is sitting at home listening to 45 Grave and the fucking AMAZING new album by The Dragons! Holy Jesus... this shit just rocks like fuck, and it literally blew my fucking mind. Go here to read what I thought about it. Gigs Page is updated... if anyone still cares or gives a fuck I posted the next installment of the Tour Diary, and you can go here to read about me passing out drunk in the streets of Oakland... it's late, I'm tired... I'm going to bed.
Allrighty then... I'm hella buzzed and don't care about nothing right now, but I did post up a Review of last nights show @ Jillian's, and you can read it by clicking here. I also updated the 3-B's Tour page with the link to the Review to the Art's Bar show, and you can go here to check that shit out. It's purple and green dog. Boooooooo to Hank for not being at the show last night. His only excuse is if he was checking out Spencer's new band, otherwise he's fired. I was talking to this chick from Skratch Magazine last night, and she was doing a Review of the show, and it got me to thinking about how that magazine tried to fuck us over, which lead me to thinking about how certain people try to talk shit about us and blackball us in the industry and try to get their wanna-be gang member friends after us, and it's all just so boring and pointless. Why would you want to get on our bad sides? I like to think that we're an alright bunch of blokes (and grrl), but you don't wanna make enemies out of us. Which leads me up to this shit with the Pervz. These fucking assholes have a cunt associated with them named Che that does their P.R. / Media Relations, and she's been trying to start up some shit with us under the guise of "creating an All Ages scene here in Las Vegas", and we've briefly disagreed before, but now it's just war. A story about that previous encounter ran in this weeks L.V. Mercury (click here to read it if you haven't already), and apparently this Che person got her panties in a bunch. Look Che, Roxie never took credit for the show, the author of the story wrote that. It was one of the many things that are wrong with the story they ran. I guess in your perfect world journalists are always right and never make mistakes. They obviously did some research (like how they used Pitt's last name that he had when he was in Third World War), but as a whole the story is shite. I told Roxie that when she sent me the link to it. It's piss poor journalism, and a crappy picture to match. And sorry that Newt didn't mention you or your shitty band by name. Your issue is with him, not us. And Che, as for your remark about "All the Loud Pipes provided was about 10-15 kids.", well lets see. How many kids did the Pervz provide? Let's see... by my count... ZERO! If it wasn't for us and our kids being there it was just another shitty Double Down show, except out in the desert. And this is the scene that you're trying so desperately to exploit and be a part of? Puh-leeze. If you crave attention Che this is not the way to go about it. I personally am too old for this stuff. And as for that shit with the banner, if Joe Pervz would of said to me what he said to Brant from 1/2 Ast... I would of bit his face off, and spit it back at him. Don't talk the talk unless you walk the walk. Guys, you should seriously rein that Che person in before it gets ugly. She's writing checks your asses can't cash.
We're playing a show tonight @ Jillian's with a couple of touring bands... hope you all can make it to the gig to check out Jenoah and Anadivine. The show starts @ 7 and costs $7. I've updated a few things... posted some Pictures Hank took of us in Santa Barbara... you can click here to see them... I wrote up the Dinah Cancer & The Grave Robbers Review of a show we saw on an off night on Tour in Hollywood... wrote up the Anarchy Library Review of the show in Downey (where I got left behind and forgotten by the band)... and wrote up the Review of the show that we played in Santa Barbara, where Hank said one of the funniest things EVER! You can go here to read all about that shit, but you can't read about any of the other Reviews. Why, you ask? Well it's because my good friend Johnny M. hasn't sent me the Pictures of the gigs that are sitting on his computer. I got the lay out done, and all I need is the Pictures to drop into them and they're done. Finished. Simple. But he won't send them to me, so you have him to blame for not being able to read those Reviews. People... boo this man! Booooooooooooooooo. And Sammy & Katie up in Portland still haven't sent my camera battery charger back to me, so I have no camera... sort of. I call and leave messages and they still haven't returned it. Double booooooooo. And triple booooooooo to all this Drama in my Life. Why do we choose to be with these crazy psycho bitches? my friend asked me, and I told him it was because we deserved it. We must deserve it, I said, but I didn't mean it. I think you girls are all insane, but like a moth to a flame I'm attracted to ya, so yeah. Anyways, I got about 38 problems and a bitch is one, but I'm trying real hard Ringo... trying real hard to be the Shepard. Go to the show tonight.
Well, it's the first day of Summer, and so far I gotta say that it sucks. Hope you all had a good Fathers Day, and that you told your Dads that you love them and that you wanna smoke pot with them or something. Our family tradition for Father's Day was to get stinking drunk and BBQ for our Pops, and man was it a blast, but since my dad isn't with me anymore, I generally hate Fathers Day, but I always make an effort to tell people I know who are Dads themselves Happy Fathers Day. My Pops was the best, and I miss him more everyday. I've been playing with myspace.com a lot lately, and it's just amazing the people you find on there, and it's crazy how people find you. I gave Hank loads and loads of shit about constantly checking his Myspace acct. while on tour, and now that I'm on there myself I can see why he was on there constantly, the big homo. So today we're doing an interview with the L.V. Mercury about our tiff with the Pervz and the All-Ages scene thingy. The desert show that the Pervz set up went pretty good, and even though the directions were horribly fucking wrong, our fans found the place and had a good time. Thanx to all of you for coming out, and thanks for leaving right after we were done. It was supposed to be a Pervz All Ages gig, but the only band with any sort of juice in the All Ages scene that played was us, so if this was their big jump into creating an All Ages scene here in Las Vegas, they're gonna need lots and lots of help. I've posted a Review of the gig here, and I've also thrown up some CD Reviews as well, and you can go here to check that shit out. I also posted the next installment of the Tour Reviews, and you can go here to check that shit out. If you missed out on any installments, you can click on the Show Reviews button in the toolbar just below the logo. That will take you right to the Tour page, where you can read all about just how much fun we have on tour. Click on the Pictures button as well to see the Pictures Hank took of us in that tiny record store in Monterey Park. Oldies forever Holmes... LOL
Just a couple of quick things to mention, one being the fact that we're playing a show this Saturday out in the desert somewhere near the Searchlight / Needles area, and you can go to the Gigs page to get the semi-specific directions. It's a benefit for a very nice guy named Timmy that I'm sure you've all seen at the gigs about town. He found out he had cancer and died a month later. I've said it before and I'll say it again... you gotta appreciate what you've got when you've got it, and make the most of any situation that presents itself to you, whether it's just stopping by somebody's house or calling a friend you haven't spoken to in a while. Even if we weren't playing, I'd encourage you to go out and celebrate being alive... for all of those who aren't with us anymore. The 2nd Day Tour Review is up, and you can go here to read it. I don't think it's that good, but I'll leave it up to you to be the judge of such things.
June 16, 2004
Despite the fact that the Suicidals were supposedly after me, and despite the fact that I drank more than I ate, I am back and alive and well and with tons of stories to tell. In keeping with my Indian heritage, I'm gonna tell you right off the bat that the details might not all be correct, and I may get a few things mixed up, but generally you can get a feel as to how things went on the Tour. I tried to be semi-responsible by keeping a journal, but with the late nights and constant drinking it was kinda hard to keep up with things, but I did, and unfortunately it was all for naught, since Pitt spilled Powerade all along my purse just outside of Chico, CA. and basically smeared all my writings... booooooooo. Oh well. I had so much fucking fun that I could die now and be very very happy as to how things worked out. To say that we killed almost everyplace we played (except for Seattle, and maybe Hollywood) is an understatement. We made tons of friends... lots of important contacts... and just generally established the band as a force to be reckoned with. Special fucking thanks to Hank The Belt-Buckle-Adjusting Roadie... those crazy kids in Reno... Slick Rick in S.F., our buddies in Nothing Yet... The Legendary Johnny B (The Reverend Horton Heat incognito) in Medford, OR., all the ex-Las Vegas people in Portland that we got sick and twisted with while we were up there... our beautiful and gracious hosts in the City Of Angels Johnny & Alana... Big Irish & Darby in Livermore, CA., Kevin @ The Anarchy Library... Karin & Matt in Lake Tahoe, and Boyd too, who remembered me from my Cyanide Blues days many moons ago. Fucking Hell... there's too many people to thank, but I'm not gonna forget to thank The Half Empties, 'cuz without them, none of this would have been possible, and without them, it would not of been as much fun as it was. You guys are the best, and thanks again for all the good times and for the bag of ribs. So uhhm yeah... the first date of the Tour was right here in Las fuckin' Vegas, and you can click here to check it out, and you can click here to see all the beautiful pictures that Hank took of us ugly bastards.
Music Review: Skassapunka - Rudes Against
Flyer Archive updated.
Idle Gossip updated.
Gig Calendar updated
Music Review: Harley Flanagan - Cro-Mags
Music Review: The Psyatics - Famous Monsters
Gig Review: Lean 13 / As One / Hungry Ass Youth @ Double Clown Saloon
Photos: Pet Tigers @ Backstage Bar & Billiards
Photos: Walk Proud @ DiPiazza's in Long Beach
Music Review: T.S.O.L. - The Trigger Complex