hahahahahahahahahaha I can't... I can't... hahahahahahahahaahahahahaha I'm OD'ing on "Benefits" and 'Charities"... LOL I understand the need to do something, anything, in the wake of this tragedy, but really... doing things just for the sake of doing things and breaking your arm patting yourselves on the back is nauseating. "Vegas Strong" is a joke and you're not a hero. You're just a trendy sheep following the herd acting like you matter but the truth is you don't. Deal with it.
I hate that I have to keep reposting this, or repeating it, but that's the world we live in nowadays. You'd think the Media would get it right by now, but they never will. Condolences to the Family and Friends of everyone affected by this tragedy. Watch what happens because of it. The "official" story of what happened is less believable than the 9-11 fairy tale...
Had a great time in CA this past weekend. The Headnoise gig in Pomona with Phobia and Mob Attack (who I fucking LOVE!!! D-Beat 4 Life!) was pretty sick. It was at the old (still is) Characters in Pomona, right next to the police station, and which is where I think I saw the $winging Utter$ play once at back in the daze. Cool little place with an outdoor smoking patio where everybody smokes weed while the cop cars roll right by. Weird. Paid no attention to any of the opening bands because I was too busy hanging out and being Chatty Cathy, and then it was time for Headnoise to play. Ya know, it's funny with Headnoise gigs - either some people get it, and don't care, and rock out like they would for any other band, or they hold back and look at their friends for acceptance, for approval, seeing if it's OK to like a "Christian Punk" band ha ha ha ha Oh well. Lots of people dug us, and that's all that matters really. Made lots of new friends after the set, and I had to tear myself away from them all to get my ass inside to see Mob Attack fuck shit up with their blistering barrage of D-Beat madness. Just fucking glorious to my ears and I took lots of pictures and videos like the idiot that I am. Phobia was too much for my ears after Mob Attack, I hung around the patio area decompressing, so after they were done playing a whole shitload of us went to Norm's in Claremont for breakfast grub. There was a shitload of us, some drunk and stoned and wasted and loud, and it took forever to get service and to get our food. The putting everything on one check thing was just the icing on the cake. After everyone left and called it a night, I smoked cloves and watched the sunrise with Rob before crashing out.
The next day I had to go to Cerritos to the Guitar Center to buy more drumsticks. I broke the only 4 pairs of sticks I had at the Headnoise gig the night before. Grabbed some amazing Thai food at Thai Table with Edie and Robert and Digby before meeting up with all the rest of the Headnoise family at Muldoons Saloon in Long Beach for the gig. The place was a dive. Funky but fun. The opening bands played while we hung around outside before heading in. We bullied the jukebox with Clash and Gang Of Four tunes once we were in there, and Headnoise held their own little pool shark tournament, with Tom being the winner of it all in a match against Robert. Once the opening bands were done, we set up quickly, and we played against a huge white screen that was being used to project a psychedelic light show directly in our eyes while we played, and it made for an interesting set. It was basically a glorified practice, but we played some new songs and a few more we didn't play the night before, and people dug the shit out of us. We're building up quite an arsenal of tunes, with both old and new ones being added all the time. It was a fun gig. Afterwards we headed off to Norm's again, this time in Whittier, where the service was quicker, but they gave me creamer in my water. Yuck. Went back to my room to deal with Managers, Police, and selfish assholes parking in handicap parking spaces without proper placards. Phooey. Kippered a few hours rest before heading to the grand opening of the Headnoise familia's new church and then it was off to Sid's Tattoo Parlor for a free tattoo from Rob before heading back to Vegas... right back to the unfolding insanity...
I really have no problem with this gig. Really. A benefit gig in someone's name isn't a bad thing per se, but with the huge backlash going against it on social media, I feel I gotta say something... both sides are right, both sides are wrong, but the thought was a good one. Wasn't it?
I'm not gonna rehash the whole Spit thing. There is a reason why he was killed, and there is a reason why everybody thinks he was killed, and the 2 couldn't be farther apart if they tried. I got my opinion, you got yours - who cares? This gig was put together to honor him in some weird way, and it seemed to upset a lot of people. I don't think that people are mad ABOUT the gig, more like, they're mad at the way it's been handled, and there are numerous reasons why - the immediate family not being included, who's the benefit for and where the money is going and why, and the choice of bands being allowed to play. This was my main gripe against the thing. Most of the bands on the bill would be playing the benefit gig whether it was to build a well in Africa or to raise money to save an orphanage in Istanbul (not Constantinople), or just for the chance to play at Triple B's for the first time, and only a minute few of the bands actually have a connection to Spit, and it's not like people that Spit considered friends and family still aren't in bands gigging around here in LV, either - the problem with is that most of them are in Punk bands, and the people behind this 2 day Peace festival (because Spit was such a peaceful guy, right? LOL) wanted only nice, safe, sedate, non-dangerous and non-threatening bands to play, in other words, no Punks! But hey, there is a Pink Floyd cover band playing, because you know Spit was such a huge Pink Floyd fan. ;) Only 17% of the bands playing can be considered 'Punk', and for a festival in some guys name who was a loud and proud Punk, that's pretty shameful. Maybe next year they can get in actual contact with Spit's friends and family to make the festival more about the Man and what he loved and lived for than about some self-serving, feely-goody everybody gets a trophy for participating kind of thing. Ugh.
Man, what a weekend! <3
For a state that was supposedly in the middle of a record setting heat wave (highs were in the low 90's! LOL), California felt pretty good, especially at the beach where it was 10 degrees cooler, and especially coming from Vegas where the high was 120 degrees the day before. Erika and I were in town for a Headnoise gig, a gig taking place in beautiful San Pedro at the Light At The Lighthouse festival, taking place @Point Fermin Park. We killed time before the gig hanging out at the Korean Bell, waiting for Redfoot to give us the job that Kobayashi wanted us to do for Keyser Söze, but he never showed up so we left after watching some guy training his falcon on the cliffs near the beach for a bit. It was such a beautiful day at the park. 85 degrees... a cool breeze blowing in off the ocean... it was delightful. Erika and I walked around and checked out the booths, the people, and the food trucks, and what was happening on the other stages. I liked the puppet show the most... hahaha I checked out some bands too! I caught the set from D.O.G., who were like a cross between Ratt and early Kill 'Em All era Metallica. Pretty cool, especially considering the drummer was doing all the singing. It was funny watching the kids moshing around in the grass while the band was playing and getting dog shit all over their shoes... LOL I caught the set from Saul Of Tarsus, and they just get better and better every time I see them. Crazy, intense, Grind / Crust / Noise / Punk band, and they bring it every time. After posing for some pictures for the Long Beach Press-Telegram, and dealing with the biggest asshole soundman I've ever dealt with in my Life, Headnoise took to the stage with a 5 person line up featuring new / old guitarist Tom showing Harvey how to do things properly. The stage was outside, cool breezes, with a spectacular view of the Pacific ocean, whose misty salt air turned my cymbals a weird shade of green. LOL I couldn't hear a thing, as usual, but people dug us, and we really got to get around to learning all the old songs people call out for us to play... hahahaha Remember: Nostalgia Sells! After hanging out a bit and chatting with everyone while C.P.R. raged away in the background, I said my goodbyes and jumped in my ride and after stopping at King Taco in Long Beach, headed south, headed back home to Barona for Pow Wow and Indian Tacos and seeing Family and eating Indian Tacos and 49'ing and Indian Tacos and did I mention Indian Tacos? hahaha That was how the weekend ended, and the 6 hour drive back was stressful and tiring. But still... a great weekend!
So I'm standing outside The Dive with a few friends, both old and new, when a cab pulls up to the front door of the joint and some tattoo'd trash bimbo gets out and wobbles to the door, demanding that someone pay for the cab that just brought her there. While I'm laughing at the absolute gall on of this girl on display, she walks back to the cab and tells some guy in the back "It's OK now, let's go" and he struggles to get out of the cab and with the help of a cane and the girl, he also wobbles towards the venue. He looked frail and old, he looked sad and broken, he looked like the Artist Formerly Known As Duane Peters!! LOL After seeing that sobering spectacle of harsh Reality, I knew last night's U.S. Bombs / Reagan Youth gig was going to be as shitty as all gets. Seeing the Master Of Disaster looking like that just made me wanna retch. I'm over the whole 'cool junkie' thing. He's a fucking idiot. Didn't matter that Reagan Youth was on stage fucking up every song they attempted to play, sounding like shit and looking like the karaoke cash in clown act that they are. They sounded terrible. I wanted to leave. I said my goodbyes and left to get some tacos. Lean 13 played earlier, which is the reason why I was at The Dive in the first place, and we went over pretty well, at least according to everyone that was telling me that after we played. They didn't hear what I heard, and that's OK. We sold a lot of merch, and I ran out of the free demos I was giving away, so Thanx! to everyone and Up Da Punx! and all that rubbish. Even earlier than us Societies Infection played, and they're the latest new project of Bill from IDFI, and they were pretty good. Didn't really check them out too much, as I was hurriedly setting up my gear to cover for Three Rounds dropping off the bill - of course. Do those guys even play gigs, or do they just get off on seeing their name on the flyer with a "big name band"? hahahaha Bunch of lame-o's. Anyways, check out Societies Infection when you get the chance. They're an up and coming band trying to establish themselves here locally, and from the way they're playing every gig they can, I'm sure they're gonna be everybody's good friend in a real short while. Once Societies Infection finished up their set and got their stuff off the stage, I threw my gear up there, set up, and stumbled through another mistake filled set with Lean 13. Lack of practice and alcohol are a motherfucker. Dirk Vermin And The Hostile Talent played after us but I can't take them seriously. Do they play any original material? I recognized some Vermin and Naked City Romeos songs they played which sounded pretty good, but that was it. I was outside by my car smoking dope and listening to that atrocious embarrassment on stage calling itself Reagan Youth just do damage to a great band's legacy. That's when the cab pulled up...
I don't know who's idea it was for Lean 13 to play 2 gigs on the same night, but it was a bad one! hahaha The first gig was opening up for Bonebreaker, Common War and Unfair Fight @The Garth, because SOMEBODY, and by SOMEBODY I mean the guys in the band that aren't myself and Paul, have a boner to play all ages gigs, and since The Garth is pretty much the only viable all ages place in town at this point, I made that happen. You're welcome guys. ;) The traffic getting to the place was a nightmare, and I was running hella late and ended up causing a bit of a stir because of it. I set up my drum kit as fast as humanly possible, and then sat around while everybody else got their gear set up. Why they didn't do that before I arrived, I don't know. Probably drinking in the parking lot like the cool kids they are! LOL Lean 13 played a quick and furious set full of mistakes. I'm not sure how well cocaine jokes and encouraging kids to drink and drop out of school went over with the all ages crowd, but that seemed to be the theme of the set and they stuck to it until the end. As soon as we were done I threw my drums off the stage so Unfair Fight could start getting their gear set up and I broke my drums down quickly and said my Hello / Goodbye to Dan from Unfair Fight before I threw my shit back in my car and headed off to The Dive to play the second gig of the night opening up for The Mapes / Sheiks Of Neptune gig for Angie's birthday bash. The place was packed with Raiders fans, and the vibe was boozy and carnival like. Lean 13 played another sloppy set, but it didn't matter because that's the kind of night it was, and everybody in the place was a bit stewed, so it didn't matter. I packed up my gear outside while the Sheiks Of Neptune raged away on the inside. They sounded good, but I was spent and just wanted to go home and change out of my wet clothes. Besides, they never stick around to watch bands after they play, so why should I? hahahaha Fun but stressful night. Happy Birthday Angie!! XOXOXO See you on Thurs.!
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