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!