What happened to the website? I have no idea. I was working on it for hours yesterday without a clue as to what to look for, even dragging George into the fracas to try to help me get a handle on where things went wrong, but we couldn't figure it out. I sent out emails and help tickets to everyone I could think of, hoping for an answer to my query. Right as I was about to pass out this morning, I was chatting with Ben False Cause on Myspace, and he happened to mention that the website was up and needed to be updated. I was dumbfounded but happy. The website is up, I have no idea how, so enjoy it while it lasts, because it just may go down at any time again... hee hee hee.
Union 13 show was siiiiiiiiiick. Great turnout, no drama, just good times and circle pits for all. Thanks to everyone who came out and thanks to everyone for making it the event that it was. The Show Review will be up later. I'm still waiting for those pictures Liz Crumpet took of Infestshit... hint hint.
1/2 Ast is still the Greatest Band to ever come out of this wretched city. Las Vegas' # 1 Party Band, Makers of Mischief, Purveyors of Punkitude, and really nice guys to boot. Brent and John apparently feel that I don't praise them enough on here, so hopefully that will appease them for a little while, perhaps long enough for them to record those new songs they've been playing in their set lately.
Lots more to say, lots of stuff to add to the website, but for right now I gotta go do stuff. Hopefully by the time I get back I will be tired enough to sleep, pass out, whatever.
So I'm standing in line for my Court ordered DUI class, gazing at the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. It belonged to this gorgeous brunette girl who was standing in line with her friend, using sign language to communicate. The sign language thing just made this girl hotter, in my book. Anyways, if you've ever been to one of these DUI classes, then you know of the misery of which I'm about to pontificate upon. Look, I know the horrors of drunk driving but just for the record, I was under the influence of perfectly legal, doctor prescribed drugs. Granted it was like 50 of them, but that's another story. To be brow beaten for 2 hours about the perils of drunk driving didn't have me too hyped, but the deaf girls ass made it all worth it.
So we get herded into this area, which holds 2000 people I was told. Every one of us paid $50 to take this class. You do the math. Someone is making bank off of this. So the presentation starts with some Highway Patrol officer telling us all that we're trapped there for the next 2 hours, and that there is no talking, no drinking of any fluids or eating of any food or any cell phone activity allowed. Violators will be asked to leave and lose their $50. Pay attention to this, because it comes up later. Now you who know me know I always wear a hat. Me and at least 5 other guys in the place were wearing hats. Nothing offense or outlandish, just baseball styled hats that everybody wears. After Mr. Highway Patrol officer is done informing us of our rights, some lady takes the microphone and explains why were all here. I swear I must of had a sign around my neck that said Please fuck with me, because the cop comes off the stage and right up to me and says "Take off your hat. No hats are allowed to be worn during the class." Less than 2 seats away from me, in a different row, was another guy wearing a hat. What about him? I ask the officer. "Don't worry about him. I'm telling you. And don't think that just because I'm a Highway Patrol officer that I can't arrest you." While I'm sitting there fighting back the urge to laugh, wondering where in the Hell that statement came from, I took off my hat and then the games began. If I tell you that this Cop had a hard on for me, and did everything in his power to get me to mouth off to him and thus, get kicked out of the class, you probably wouldn't believe me, but he did. Holy fuck was this gonna be a long 2 hours.
One of the Speakers was this Cop who got hit by a Toyota 4 X 4 truck at 95 MPH while trying to lay some spikes out on the freeway. To say that he made Crackhead Bob seem like a perfect public orator is an understatement. The guy could barely speak, but someone handed him a microphone, and now we were supposed to do this call-and-response thing with him, where he says something and we're supposed to repeat it back to him. Nobody had a clue what he was saying, and I had people all around me asking what he said. Good thing I speak Crackhead Bob-ese. Highway Patrol officer comes up to me, not anybody else, and reminds me there's no talking allowed. I tell him that people were asking me what the Speaker said, and it wasn't my fault he wasn't understandable. He got a bit miffed and turned on his heel and left. What was he gonna do? Tell me he WAS a good speaker? LOL It was a bit embarrassing to hear him speak and only drove the point home further and irritated me more. I didn't belong here. And I was ready to leave by any means necessary.
Everyone that spoke on stage extolled the horrors of alcohol, and I was bored to tears. After the Cop that was hit @ 95 MPH was done speaking, almost everyone in the place gave the guy a standing ovation. Out of the 10 or so people in the place who didn't stand up and applaud this bozo, guess who they singled out? Yup. So Mr. Highway Patrol officer comes up to me and says "Why aren't you standing up?" So I tells him, I didn't know the standing ovation was a requirement of the class. Needless to say, he got a bit upset... heh heh heh. He's yelling at me that I'm here to participate, and that I'm here because I was arrested for drunk driving. I'm sick of it so I start to spar back with him, telling him that not only am I not there for being a drunk driver (Xanax and Vicodin, thank you very much), but that I've lost family members to drunk drivers (true) and that I haven't had a drop of booze in 15 years (a huge lie). He's flabbergasted at what I'm telling him, thinking of a rebuttal when this short female officer comes up to us and says, "Is there a problem here?" I notice she's got her hands unlocking her handcuffs from her police belt, so I says, There's no problem here Officer. If there is, you're causing it. With a look that said WTF ? all over her face, she looked at the Highway Patrol officer who, much to his credit and shock to me, shook her off and told her that everything was fine. Whew. Dodged a bullet on that one but I was fed up and ready to go back to jail. I really didn't care at that point.
The Class didn't end soon enough for me. After a huge clusterfuck trying to get the proof required of my taking the class, I rewarded myself with a huge Philly cheese steak meal. As I walked past the Highway Patrol officer I told him to have a good life. He just scowled at me as I left the auditorium. It felt great to have been put to the test and to have passed with flying colors. Justin flaked on practice, so me and George called it a early night and went home.
I know this has absolutely NOTHING to do with punk rock or music in General, but if you don't like it, you can always come back here tomorrow and I'll tell you about the interesting band projects I've been invited to be a part of, as well as why Infestshit cancelled their Summer Tour plans. Helltown Harlots are playing Divebar this Saturday. Go check them out after the Union 13 / Infestshit gig @ G & L. That is all.
Why do people doubt me. I told you that Last Shot Tattoos had cancelled all shows, I told you I had seen the bulletin, I told you I had talked to the bands, and yet, no one believed me when I said it like, days ago. So now you know it's true. No more shows @ Last Shot. Like I said before, boo fucking hoo. There were 3 local bands here in town who "somehow" got to play every show there, so I guess that Last Shot not doing anymore shows there only effects them. There's no way the tuff guys who work there are gonna go against the Owners and The Police for the sake of Punk Rock. You kids messed up another venue. Good for you. Don't bitch about not having a place to play though, crybabies. Can't have your cake and eat it too, fuckers.
Guttermouth's show last night @ The University Theatre was a huge success, or so I heard. I didn't make it there for a few very personal reasons. Please don't ask 'cuz I'm sick of telling. Guttermouth did play a "super secret" show @ The Double Down afterwords though, so if you were lucky enough to see both sets by them, I'm sure you woke up pretty sore and hung over this morning, or more than likely, this afternoon... heh heh heh.
Gonna cut it short, but I have lots more to say, especially about that Infernal Wackshit kid Chris Piss. Oh man. Can't wait to give you my 2 cents on that one. Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone. I'm sorry for flaking on everyone this weekend, but I have a real good reason. A few of them, actually, but I'm not ready to go public with them yet, and maybe I never will. Who knows. Thank you Sin. Just what I needed to hear.
Tonight is the Guttermouth show @ The University Theatre. I totally spaced it and forgot that it was happening tonight, even though it's listed on my Myspace page as well as on this website. Senility I tells ya ! Marc is in town (if you see him before I do, ask him when that Republic reunion is happening), so I'm hoping to hang out with him and George and Jennifer, The Maker of Cheese Drums, as well as George, The Hardest Working Man In The Business World this weekend, as well as my old guitar playing mutant boy buddy Darryl Skytzo, who's band Crash Course (click here to check out their Myspace page) is playing The Double Down on Saturday night. Ugh. St. Patrick's Day. I'm avoiding green beer like the plague. Corned Beef and Cabbage, Jameson's Whiskey, Irish Car Bombs, big titty Red Headed women, I'm all about it, but green beer ? Phooey. I have some very interesting options available, like dinner and a movie (again babe ? LOL), bar hopping, Circus Circus (don't ask) or house parties galore. Any other suggestions. Chances are I'm just gonna get drunk and pass out early somewhere like I usually do, but at least this time I won't be stranded. Or wake up sticky. Or will I ?
I think Infestshit is finally taking a step in the right direction and finally gettin off their asses and getting into a recording studio. Thank Allah. I'm so sick of hearing Brian introduce a song that we have been playing for over a year now as "a new song" (coughcoughDeathTollRisingcoughcough) when we have like 4 or 5 brand spanking new, already done, ready to be recorded, sick as fuck tunes we could be playing. If you've seen us lately you've heard us play War Machine. As sick as that song is, the new stuff is sicker. A bit disturbing too. I like it. Hopefully the recorded stuff sees the light of day, and hopefully, we'll be playing them live somewhere, like when we're opening up for Conflict on their upcoming Tour. Is anyone besides me amazed that a band like Infestshit is opening up 4 shows for them on their only American Tour ? Holy fuck. Say what you want about their politics or their choice of musical directions, but Conflict draws HUGE crowds, and it's gonna be funny watching Infestshit playing in front of an audience that big, while Steve Ignorant stands off to the side of the stage, checking them out as well.... hee hee hee
In keeping with the newly started tradition, I present to you onethirtyeight.org's newest friend, Fluent. Click here to check out their Myspace page. They're a band from AZ. with a sound leaning more towards Limp Bisquick and Korn and Rage Against The Machine territory, but since they made the effort to ask to be my friend, I figure the least I can do is ask you to check them out. It's okay to admit you like that stuff. Sometimes the most punk thing to do is the unexpected. Think about it.
Thanks to Sal from Give 'Em Hell for correcting me about the S.S. Hookers thing. Once again, bad reporting on my part. I could of checked any one of the flyers that were around Myspace, but didn't. Please don't send Tony Batz after me for attempting to slander your good bands name Sir. I'll be good, I promise.
Recent Hollywood transplant and Loud and Proud N.A.M.B.L.A. member New York Shane is supposedly coming into town April 3-5 for the Viva Las Vegas shindig happening here. Can you say LOSER ? I bet you can. I am only telling you this so when you see his phone number come up on your cell phone, you can ignore it like I do and avoid him like the plaque. You don't wanna be associated with heathen scum like him. He's bad luck. The man was born to lose. Don't let him take you down the shitter with him. Stay away. Char, I hope you're reading this... hahahahaha.
I would just like to say that Justin is the nicest guy in the world and working out most excellent. To watch him and George write out Tabliture for songs we're working on is fascinating. It's like a secret language or something that only musicians understand. It's neat. We're gonna demo some stuff Sunday, of course, assuming that I don't die, get arrested, or end up somewhere I shouldn't be after St. Patrick's Day festivities. Wish me luck. Hope to see some of you fucks out and about somewhere. Especially you know who. <3