How I Could Just Kill A Man - Cypress Hill

It's not like there isn't anything else going on that night, stuff that was planned weeks if not months in advance, and it's not like whoever put the gig together couldn't of looked on the Interwebz to see if anything was already scheduled that night and maybe picked a day where a lot of bands that were already playing gigs weren't playing gigs, a day where nothing else was going on, ya know? It's not like Clay is going anywhere, right? That motherfucker is here to stay, for a very long time. I wish I could be there. Badly. Whoever scheduled this gig needs a calendar. Badly.

The gig I'm referring to is Clay's Benefit Show going on this Sat. @ the Motor City Cafe. Take off that ghey ass Thee Dickless Bastards yawn inducing farce and you have one Hell of a line up there. The Civic Minded Five reunion is worth it alone, and having Shark Pants on the bill just makes this incredible. Plus the Seriouslys (who just finished recording this weekend somewhere in L.A.) Fredward (who I haven't seen yet but have heard nothing but great things about), and the Stormtroopers Of Dirk and Fuzz Solow just make it even more fun. Le sigh. I wish I could be there. Hell, I would LOVE to be there, but alas, I have a previous commitment I must attend to first, and that's the destruction of the LVCS that evening with J.F.A. <3 Anyways, it's a great gig for an even greater cause, and if you're like me and can't make it out to the gig that evening, a PayPal account has been set up by No Sale Radio for contributions, and you can click here to go to the page with all the info you need about donating to the cause. Give until it hurts motherfuckers.

---

I didn't see this when it came out, I guess last week or whatever, but there's a great quote from me in the story Jarret Keene did on Mercy Music, which is Brendan from Deadhand's acoustic Hippy beardcore project, and you can click here to read the whole thing. I love that guy something fiercely but I still stand by my comment stated in the write up. Also the tag line above the website header says it all perfectly for me. I hate that beardcore shit. Playing power chords on an acoustic guitar does not make you a thoughtful train hopping troubadour. What it makes you is a Hippy. Not Johnny Cash, not Hank Williams, not Woody Guthrie, but a Hippy. Welcome to the world of Peter, Paul And Mary. You all should be very proud... heh heh