So as I'm just waking up Saturday night and sitting at my desk, trying to figure out what I'm gonna do about my car being broke, I hear a shitload of sirens pulling up to what sounds like it's right in front of my house. Since there's a really nice lady who lives right across the street from me, I hurriedly walk outside to encounter this: The house across the street from me was on fire. Yeah, pretty crazy right. While I'm standing there snapping pictures, I see some Po-Po's pulling in, and that's never a good thing at the scene of a fire. That means they found something in there that they shouldn't of, something criminal, and when I saw the false wall in the garage I was thinking meth lab, but instead, it was just a weed growing room. A grow house, right across the street from me! If that don't beat all! LOL It was on the Channel 3 11 o'clock news later on that night, where they reported it as an electrical fire, which led to the discovery of a grow room. They also said they had a good idea who lived there which was good, because I sure didn't! ;-) After they took a shitload of pictures (and told me I couldn't take pictures, for some strange reason), the Police called in some crime scene clean up crew to take all the stuff out, ripping like 25 or so plants out of this house, took all the grow room equipment apart and broke it and piled it up on the sidewalk, weighed the weed in cardboard boxes, took all the broken grow room equipment away, boarded up the house and left. Another win on the War on Drugs I guess. The guy who owned the house came back at like 3 in the morning, looked at what happened and left. I can't imagine what was going through his head when he saw all this, but all I can say is, I hope he's got a good Lawyer! hahahaha And this is how I spent my Saturday evening, instead of going to Youth Brigade, instead of going to Raw Power, and instead of going to San-D and J-Sin of the Peccadilloes wedding. FML and curse my car for having a defective fuel pump. Again.
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Seriously - how sick was that Nails gig last night? That band was fucking mind blowing, face melting, life affirming, and any other superlative infused adjective sentence that you can think of. Definitely a highlight of the year and if you missed out on it, well, too fucking bad for you. This shit was legendary, and brought everyone and their mother out to the gig. It would of been perfect if it wasn't for the douche bag tuff girl hardcore dancing that was going on. The room just fills up with gheyness when the stupied xHaRdCoReX kids start doing that shit. It's almost embarrassing at this point when it happens. Much like Rockasilly, I can't wait until it just dies and goes away. I don't know the names of any of the bands that were opening the gig, but one of them was some new band with Andres and Cheeze, who used to be in Weirding Way and Vulcans, and was pretty fucking brutal, in a very good way. The bass players pedal or cabinet or both blew up like 3 or 4 songs in, so it was a short but sweet set from them but man, was it fucking good. The night was filled with drama, Drama DRAMA, with both guys and girls getting into fights with each other, and the Ecophagy Records blow up with Crystal, Big Red and some other chick was pretty fun to be in the middle of. A night full of Drama and none of it had anything to do with me! LOL Such a rarity indeed! Great night @ Yayo Taco. Write up coming soon - Hank, where were you at fucker???
It figures that my car decides to take a shit AGAIN today, on the eve of the Punk Rock Weekend going on @ Area 702 skate park, kicking off tonight with the Agent Orange / 7 Outs gig I was going to go to. I went to band practice instead. Sat. I was going to go to a very Special wedding of 2 very dear friends, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen for me. Sorry. After the wedding I was heading over to the LVCS to catch Raw Power rip shit up, but it looks like I'm missing out on that too. Fucking bad timing or what? The Punk Rock weekend had Angry Samoans and CH3 on Sun., but I wasn't even planning on that. I feel sorry for CH3, because the Angry Samoans suck sooooooooo badly now that it's gotta be an embarrassment to gig with them, like it's an embarrassment to gig with certain Local bands nowadays. Funny how the 2 lamest ones to be on those bills were suddenly gone off of them, if they were ever on them at all. It's over Johnny - it's over. Deal with it. Yeah, lots of things going on, so take advantage. New bands gigging around, Old bands playing that may never be seen in these parts ever again. This is no time to be stuck at home with a defective fuel pump, so get off your ass and see some live music. There's no better way to spend the weekend. Check this out - It's for a documentary on the life of Lemmy from Motörhead, which, of course, is sorely overdue and much needed in musical times like these. Ain't nobody playing in a band right now that's gonna be respected and revered in 30 years like Lemmy is now. Nope. You hear that, Bono? You hear that Jack White? You hear that every other pretentious douchebag playing in your Screamo - Metal Alternative ghey ass bands? Yeah, fuck the whole lot of you. The question that comes to mind after watching this trailer is this: Is it me, or does the trailer suck?Or does the movie suck? Or is it both? Yeah, I thought so too. So yeah, what's going on? First Friday was ghey as usual, but with the added presence of a bunch of Bikers and Tattoo people in town for their separate conventions / meth runs, things were definitely interesting around the City this weekend. And oh yeah, there was that Record Label thing happening at a casino somewhere too, but I could care less about that. It was streamed for free on Myspace, where I watched it free of the feeling of pretentiousness and snobbery and without the least bit of the feeling of "trying to be different waaaaay too hard" infiltrating my psyche. It all sucked anyways. Everything I heard just bored me to tears, and I couldn't but fail to see what the big fuss about those bands and that event was all about. I listened to it while looking at my new favorite website, Look At This Fucking Hipster, a website full of different pictures of people that I assumed were wandering around the concert hall trying to out cool each other and be more eccentric than anyone else. Lame. After practice on Friday I took N.J. Pete's advice and headed downtown with Jeremy where we went to the Brass Lounge to shake our tushy's with everyone else at this 80's dance party thing. Well, I shook my tushy, and Pete and Jeremy just drank, because they're manly men like that. The bass player from the Killers was the guest DJ, and watching him try to work the iPad thing they were using to play music was laughable, and his crappy set was just boring everyone in the place to tears and having them heading towards the door, showing that he has no musical taste as well as no musical talent whatsoever. Phooey. Watching The Serving Tray get picked up by the bad guy from Die Hard was fun for a bit, but then it got boring, so Jeremy and I headed off to some bars along the way home, which set the precedent that I would continue to follow all weekend, which was basically just me hitting up as many shitty dive bars as I could find, looking to either get blind drunk or thrown in jail or if I'm lucky, maybe both. Didn't happen, but it was fun trying.
It was in my dive bar hopping pursuit and search for Nevada City Tire on Saturday that I ended up at the Red Label Lounge, where I caught DJ Buckshot, aka Dean, on the 1's and the 2's, and by "1's and 2's", I mean his left and right butt cheeks, both of which were firmly planted on a stool at the bar, getting drunk and hanging out with pals. Apparently, anyone can be a DJ nowadays. ;-) While there I ran into Larry from Panic Inc., a man who musically must be part Jamaican, because he's in like 3 bands all at once, and he gave me the latest releases from his label by Die Laughing, Sheep On A Cliff, and Life's Torment, all of which, is just some amazingly sick shit. Just raw, fast, angry, brutal, truly old school punk rock that just makes me wish I still did Music Reviews just so I could heap loads and loads of praises on all 3 of the CD's that I got, because they're all really that good. Check out Panic Inc. on Myspace by clicking here, and check out Die Laughing's Myspace page by clicking here, and check out Life's Torment Myspace page by clicking here, and last but not least, check out Sheep On A Cliff by clicking here to go to their Myspace page. 3 good bands worthy of supporting, regardless if they're Locals or not. You should befriend them all, if you haven't already. And make sure to support Panic Inc. too. They're a real label that actually gets things done, as opposed to all the other Punk "labels" around town... fucking douche bags. Is it Hockey season yet, because I think I got better things to do than watch my beloved Raiders just go out of their way in finding ways to beat themselves each and every time. We should not of lost to the Cardinals, and we should not of lost to the Texans, plain and simple. And with injuries just killing us left and right, I think it's a pretty sure bet that the Chargers are going to anally rape us next Sunday, no doubt about it. Anyone wanna jam that day? LOL Happy Birthday to Spaz from Monster Zero. He turns approximately 2300 years old today, which is pretty good for a creature such as him. He doesn't look a day over 1750, tops. Anyways, there's tons of gigs happening this week, like that Nails gig @ Yayo Taco on Thursday, and, of course, the Punk Rock weekend thing happening @ Area 702. I think a certain shitty band is no longer playing that gig, so I'll probably be there. Plus I think I'm supposed to go to a certain special wedding this week too. I'll have to look into that and see exactly when it is. I hope some Cure songs will be sung... heh heh heh. Everything's updated. See you around! |
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