Just Tell Me Why Don'tchya If...I'm...Outta Playce.

I tried.

I tried so hard.

I failed the black march shit. I had to get The Modern Lovers. It just HIT me the other day. It (The Modern Lovers) was something I was SUPER into right before my 'puter took a big shit about 6 months ago and I never got around to re-acquiring.

My good dude/buddy/friend Jack got me into them. (Side note- He's in the goddamn army now, not because he really wanted to be there, but because he felt everything he was too familiar with was bullshit and redundant; he needed something new.)

Anyway, Jack's a great person. If you know him, you know. Wish him luck.

Anyway...he called me a few days ago (stationed down in Texas now)...we talked for a good long time. It was that sort of bitter-sweet conversation which happens.

Super glad to hear from you.

Super glad to catch up.

Super miss you.

Probably won't see you for 3 years.


Anyways...(I'm a bit rambley) he called a a little bit ago and I've been thinking about this shit that he got me into. It's real good shit. Talking to him made me think about this, which made me think about how I need it again, which I've been putting off the urge to get again until now.

...It may have not been the entirety of March, but I also didn't do anything the last week of February...does that count?

Anyhoo...(again)

Alot of people know this person from Farrelly Brothers movies. Mainly: There's Something About Mary and (I'm pretty sure he has a few songs in) Me, Myself and Irene. (I didn't fact check that one. Tell me I'm wrong, I probably am.)

This is the first Modern Lovers song I listened to with Jack. (That I can remember.)



P.S.-My bathroom door has a picture of 6 year old Jack, totally nude, taking a shit on it.

"Where's your bathroom?"
"Upstairs. It's the one with the child-shit-fetish porno picture on it."

P.P.S.-I went into this post with some semblance of direction, but beer hit me in the midst of it. Fuck You. Listen to The Modern Lovers.

P.P.P.S.-Jack's a good guy. Drink one for him.

I'm Starting To Get Hair In Real Funny Places.

...alright, sorry about that last one.

Here's the one everyone knows and love...

Plus there's some Sam Cooke in the background noise.

Black March.

I'm going to do my best to get behind this.

I feel like I have too much music anyway, so not downloading tunes shouldn't be a problem.

I must admit, I have been buying movies. Only because my video store is going out of business, and we have a lot of really hard to find stuff for real cheap.

Coincidentally, right before I found out the store was going out, I was preparing a small rant about Netflix and the ridiculous profits they pull in.

Maybe when I'm finally out of a job (in a few weeks here.) I'll get around to that.



Anyway, what I was getting at with this: I'm still going to post some good bands/movies, but I'm not going to give links for free album downloads. I'll leave it up to you to seek these things out, if you feel like it.



Soooo, Truckfighters on Saturday in Dayton was Great. All of the bands delivered. Sound quality was great. (I've had a few shows ruined by shitty sound guys/gals.)

Grand Mammoth, Neon Warship (whom I had seen once before), and The Midnight Ghost Train.


Only complaint: The crowd fuckin' SUCKED.


This isn't sucking on the usual level of being nit-picky and calling out false representers...
Like I said, these bands KILLED it fucking dead, but except for Truckfighters, hardly anyone even clapped after a performance.

Even if I don't like a band, I'll still applaud for putting themselves up there and giving it a go.

Common Fuckin' Courtesy.

Not to mention every half-assed attempt at a conversation I happened to overhear was a completely self involved exihibit of jack-offery.



Bottom line is:

Dayton crowd: BULLSHIT. (From my experience.)

Midnight Ghost Train from Kansas: Rad. (They make hot suace, it's dee-lish.)

Neon Warship: Dayton, good and getting better.

You: Quit It.

Two Johns and a Dave.

I was planning on writing some stuff about my feelings about the horror genre (primarily movies) and this and that...but fuck it.

Bottom line is I've seen a lot of documentaries about horror movies, more specifically, American horror movies, and something that these documentaries almost always touch upon is the "social commentary" of horror in the 60's and 70's.

This link gives you a pretty well done (actually the best I've seen on the subject.) IFC movie about that era, and the most important (or at least with the most to say) writers/directors of that time.

The American Nightmare

Here's some more fun. It's on the Criterion release of Videodrome. Three dorks in three parts. Plain and simple.

Chicken On A Biscuit.

From Oregon.



Black Elk-S/T

Two piece from Macedonia. Big angry sound.

Bonus: The first track on the album and video is called "Videodrom."




Od Vratot Nadolu-Mercury

Melt, Cry, Sleep.

An extremely recent find for me, but I was pretty floored by this album.

At first glance, I though the band name was pretty lame, thankfully the cover made me a bit more intrigued.

Buildings-Melt, Cry, Sleep

I went in pretty blind, being sold on the cover and album title, I didn't know what it would sound like.

I think it's kinda a more testosterone driven Steve Albini hanging out with Unsane.

I'm too lazy to fuck with mediafire, but thanks to google bringing this up as the top search result....Black Insect Laughter has it for you. According to them, the record company told them to up it. Double Neat.

Because everyone needs a little David Koresh from time to time.

I Cannot...

Talk up this band enough.

In all the videos I've seen, the singer is stoic-as-fuck behind everything until he starts screaming his pubes off.



Shhhiiiitt.

These are a few of the top image search results under "Suma band sweden"

This is what should come up...

S/T

...Just kidding, that picture WAS in the top search results...

Asses....

...I mean Ashes.

I reaaaallllyyy wish this band would come near me so I could see them live.