Living in a vicious circle....
Friday, January 26, 2007
12:47PM - ... and I'm not dead. Really.
I'd bet there are people on here that thought I'd never update again. I can't say that I ever thought I would either, but here I am in Mi with surplus time on my hands. For the first time in a year I'm not running around this country trying to do as much as I can in a short frame of time.
My boyfriend Nickels, my dog Memphis and I caught a ride to Michigan two days ago so that I could spend time with my parents. We're actually contemplating taking some time off from our travels and maybe actually (gasp) getting a place... and jobs (double gasp).I spent most of this last year riding freight up and down the west coast. Chewing tobacco and drinking whiskey like a true American Bad Ass with my ex-boyfriend/best friend Chedder. Chad to me. I road through the South too. Saw the Circle Jerks for free in Florida, but not too many other good shows. Did some hitching too, and even rubber tramped around.
Since I'll be staying at my parents waiting for the house I'm selling to close, expect me to start updating again.
The next post will be request. I'll write an entry on anything music related.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
2:35PM - Also...
Clone Defects are playing a New Year's Eve show in Detroit. Hopefully I'll be there. It depends if I have the funds to do both Chicago and Detroit in one weekend. It is feasable, so we'll see.
9:46AM - N is for: New Bomb Turks
I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car. When we had left Milwaukee, I had been too drunk and tired to drive to Madison for the basement show that the two bands I had brought with me from Michigan was set to play. Eric Apnea had then convinced me that he was "fine to drive" and we had set off, the van and car load of people following us. We set out with beers in between our knees, growing bolder with our drinking as we neared the edges of Milwaukee. Eric than asked me what I had for tunes. Without a word, I popped in "Destroy Oh Boy!" and we sealed our friendship.
Rolling down the windows, even though it was nearly Decemeber and snowing quite a bit, we screamed along with every line of every song while brandishing our fist out of the window. Swilling cheap beer, Old Thompson whiskey, and washing it all down with Tab soda- we speed along at 80 mph onward towards Madison. The van couldn't keep up, and my cell phone was continuously ringing because of that, but we couldn't stop. The more we listened, drank along, and sang along... the faster we had to go. We had the car that was following us stick with the van, and continued on at the same pace. When we got out of car, we instantly hugged, bonded by the New Bomb Turks. It wasn't the first time something like that had happened. I had never felt better in my life.
I accidently saw the New Bomb Turks in 2001. How does one accidently see a band of their magnitude? Well... at that time, I still was into pretty lame tunes primarly. I do still listen to some of the same music, but my taste have change greatly since I was 18 years old. I had just graduated high school, and was living in the frozen Upper Pennisula of Michigan. I had been gave nearly a full ride to attend, so I had decided not to go to my 1st choice school and had trecked up north. It was hell. There were no shows. I was 8 hours from my home, which made it 12 hours from Detroit and Chicago. Green Bay, Wisconsin however was a short 3 1/2 hour drive. We had heard about this great venue in Green Bay that was having shows there through Rev. Norb when Boris The Sprinkler had made it to Marquette to play one of two shows I saw while I lived there. A few weeks later, we made the drive down. As soon as we hit the area of town where the show was to be, I saw a streetpunk kid who had a Green Bay Packers logo painted on the back of his leather jacket. I knew instantly that Wisconsin was a place differant than anywhere else.
After the show, which was a good time, we were directed to Pete's pizza, and then headed home. We planned to go back to Green Bay whenever time allowed. Time allowed twice more, one of which was the last show ever at the Rock and Roll Highschool. That was when I saw the New Bomb Turks.
Now at that point, I'd been to some shows. I had grew up in Western Michigan where there wasn't a whole lot going on, but after I had my drivers license, I'd drive anywhere for a show. But I had never been to a show like that before. I'd never saw kids dance so hard that they fell over after the show was done. I'd never saw a band that made me dance that hard. And here was Eric screaming in my face, and I didn't even know the name of his band. I didn't need to. They were everything in that moment, and I was nothing compaired to what was going on around me, inside of me.
I guess you can say that they pretty much changed my life. It wasn't long after that I cut of the old mohawk, and started looking for music that wasn't jaded. Music that made me feel less jaded. Music that made me feel like there was still something out there for schmucks like me. If it wasn't for the New Bomb Turks I don't know where I'd be. Probally squatting somewhere and listening to A Global Threat or some similar crap. That was a joke, honestly.
Some of the best times of my life have been had while listening to the Turks. Some of my worst too. That's the kind of band they are. No matter what is going on in your life, you can put the Turks on... and it doesn't seem to matter. Nothing does but the song. I'm thankful for that.
Monday, December 19, 2005
While Christmas shopping this weekend I refused to buy myself anything. Then again, I was in GR, and even though I tried not to (honest), I ended up elbow deep in thrift store records. I'm always hoping I'm going to stumble across some garage gems since apparently Grand Rapids had a good sized garage scene long ago. (www.grandrapidsrocks.com) So far, no luck in that department. Usually though, the huge Salvation Army on Divison is a virtual treasure trove of Buddah records, 80's new wave, and old country western records.
Someone is picking over my thrift stores. Someone is wading through stacks of dusty, moldy lp's... and taking the stuff I want. Who ever you are... I will find you. It won't be pretty. I was only gone not quite a year. How dare you take over my stomping grounds? West Michigan isn't big enough for two record geeks, and I have a mean left hook.
So with a full day of thrifting, I ended up purchasing two records. That's right, two. I finally found a copy of the Eric Carmen s/t that wasn't beat to fuck, and also snagged a copy of The Strangeloves "Cara-Lin" in decent shape for .69 cents. I guess I can't bitch too much. It's not like I actually ventured into a record store. Not that GR has one that is more than half way decent.
Mix tapes are progressing, slowly. It's just that since my reciever took a shit, I can't tape off of record. A vast majority of my music is in that format. I usually don't buy cds unless the release is cd only. The tapes are turing out good anyway, thanks to the treasure troves of cdrs I've been gifted over the last few years. Bear with me friends, I'm putting a lot of effort into them, when I have the time to do so. I've actually been working at work since I was transfered back into my old department last week. I'll try and wrap them up during the holidays, and get them out into the mail by the first of the year. Sooner, if you're Gary. He's not getting special treatment, his tape was just the first that was tackled.
I'm really excited to see the Zero Boys again. Almost as exciting is the fact that Angie and I are planning to do Midwest Spits Stalk '06. We're going to catch them in Kalamazoo, then Chicago. Rev. Dan said they are booked in Indy, but I didn't see that listed on the webpage. If they are in Indy though, we'll be following them like the true creepy super fans that we are. The Spits in Kalamazoo is going to start the year off right. If you have never seen the Spits in Kalamazoo, you've never fucking seen the Spits. End of story. I'm hoping that Ernie has the tour dvd finally done by this tour. Considering that it's now from three tours ago, if you count this small Midwest stint.
"N" post by the end of the week.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Coppens didn't lie. The Gin Blossoms ARE actually good. Their first album is full of great pop songs. It's just people are too bullshit and macho to admit that they are good. I'm really digging them right now.
Much like Bruce Springsteen. He is one of my all time favorite artists, but he's not "underground" enough for most record nazis. I don't care. His music is amazing, and if you can't see that, you are the one missing out because you care too much about what other people think about you. Sucks to be you.
I know how it is to worry what people think about you. I use to be that way. In high school.
It's sad really that people can't admit that good music is good music. Even if it isn't "hip".
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
11:51AM - ....twice in one year!
Thursday, December 8, 2005
10:44AM - I've changed my mind....
The new Black Lips record "In Bloom" is now my favorite album of year. Just narrowly nosing out the King Khan and BBQ show. At least for right now.
Shows this weekend:
Fri @ the Warehouse
Weaving the Deathbag from WI
plus some local bands (I really don't know, I didn't set this one up)
$5, doors at 8
Sunday @ the Warehouse
The Bill Bondsmen from Detroit
Tough Shit from Muskegon
Soviet Union from Grand Rapids
early show, doors at 7
That is all.
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
1:44PM - Just some info...
I had a post and let you guys know about this great site my friend Shelly informed me about. Its called Pandora, and can be found at: http://www.pandora.com/
An explanation from Shelly:
Basically, you go to the site, and a type of media player pops up. It asks you to type in a band or artist and it creates a 'station'. It will begin with a song from the band you typed in and then it will generate bands similar to the original. Sometimes the suggestions are right on, sometimes you have to ask the player why the fuck its playing a certain song. As you listen to songs, you tell the player what you liked and disliked and it will begin to pander the suggestions based on what you've told it.... its really badass. There is a limit to how many songs you can skip through, but as far as I know you can let it play forever. It's free if you don't mind an ad in the corner. Unfortunately, you can't replay a song once its over, but shit, its free!
I'm in love with this site, and with my Flamin' Groovies station. It's been pretty right on, much unlike my other attempts at stations. Seriously, the last song was Teenage Lifestyles by The Penetrators, and now Stiv Bators is playing. This rules. (My Buzzcocks station was more of a pain in the ass than I liked, a lot of crappy bands came up that I had to skip though.) If you are into more underground stuff, it probally isn't something that you'll be able to find on the site though. (I tried to make a Lost Sound station that was a no go, along with the Oblivians.) It's been awesome during work today though.
This weekend was great. IFIHADAHIFI rocked the Warehouse properly. I had tons of fun this weekend, and am in a super mood.
Friday, December 2, 2005
I love nothing more than a good mix tape. One that someone took time with, thought out, and crafted. I enjoy making a good mix tape almost as much as listening to one that was made for me. To spend an evening hawking quality wind with my dog and putting some of my favorite tracks on a tape is one of my favorite time killers.
It's becoming a lost art. Most people just make cdrs now, and where is the personality there? Just throwing mp3's in a row and burning it has none of the heart of a real mix tape.
I guess what I'm saying is, does anyone want to do a mix tape trade? I haven't had a tape made for me in a long while, and I haven't sat down and made a tape specifically for someone since Matt. Wait... no, I made one for the 18 year old before I knew he was 18. Both of them should give me those tapes back because they were totally boss mixes. Jerks, the lot of them. I put so much heart and soul into a tape that I hate having people that don't deserve them still having a Jessi tape in their posession. There should be rule about that somewhere.
I know this is short notice, but does anyone want to go to Detroit with me tonight to see the Valentinos? I love the band. I really actually shouldn't go considering the fact I have a show in Muskegon to put on tomorrow, but I really want to any-damn-way. I've been obsessed on and off with their demo since last year, it's about time that I see them live.
Which reminds me: If you live in Mi... come to the show tomorrow.
IFIHADAHIFI from Milwaukee.
The Defuctifs from Grand Rapids
@the warehouse. muskegon. $5 email for directions.
Also, tonight there is a show at Palmer Hall in Muskegon. I know that Ned Nibiur is playing, along with Been Lyin's gf Mel's band- Spit for Athena. I guess they are kinda big with the indie rock crowd. I dunno. I've never seen them. There are a bunch of other local bands on the bill, including this local hardcore band I dig. They're called Tough Shit. I'm going to try and get them to play the Bill Bondsmen show. Ned Nibs totally rule though, and hanging with the Bayes men is always a good time. So even if I'm not seeing the Valentinos, I'll be having a good time. Saturday will be an excellent time as well. I haven't seen the HIFI guys since I moved back from Milwaukee, and they are really fun.
Two shows in one weekend in Muskegon, jesus. It's been awhile since that's happened. Believe me I'm not complaining though. It's pretty excellent news for the local scene. Hopefully with me bringing in decent bands for the next few months before I move, it'll help jump start things around here.
So yes, come to shows. Make me mix tapes. End transmission.
Thursday, December 1, 2005
12:28PM - M is for: Marked Men
I don't recall when I first heard the Marked Men. They seem like one of those bands that you just have always liked. Their songs are infectious fast pop punk melodies that stick in your head, burrow in, and make themselves at home... next thing you know you catch them microwaving a burrito, and your daughter is knocked up.
Until this summer, I had not had the pleasure of seeing the Marked Men. I had been told by numerous people that they were the best live band that they had ever saw. I'd heard that said about many bands, only to be disapointed at the show, so I didn't have my hopes up for the Marked Men. I thought they'd be good, but probally just that. Good. How fucking wrong I was. Good does not even come close to describing what happened when I saw them.
When they made their mid-west swing this summmer, I gathered up a group of Milwaukee people, and made for Chicago. It was my friend Dan's last night in Chicago, and it proved to be an overly emotional night for me. I love Dan, he's probally the best friend a girl ever could have, and the idea of him not being just an hour away anymore destroyed me. Plus, I drank far too many beers. The Chicago show was a lot of fun though, even with there being drama around every corner. The openers that night were great. Busy Signals floored me yet again. Then... the Marked Men were about to play. I leaned against the stage, anticipation flooding my veins. I was surrounded by friends, and pleasently fortified with cheap beers. Everything is sort of a haze after that point. They did something to me that no other band has ever done.
I know that I often talk of being put in a trance by a band, but seeing the Marked Men was differant than anything else that has ever happened in my life. Maybe it was because I've been such a fan of the band for so long before I saw them, or my emotional overload at the time that I did see them, or maybe... probally, they just are that damn good. That, or they are shamans. There is something about them that is differant than any other band that I have ever seen. I just can't quite put my finger on it. I've never seen a live band with such precision. Such flare. Perfection in motion. Every song nearly made me cry with joy as I jumped up and down, freaking out in a way that I know made a few smile. The songs they played piercing my brain. Then I heard the first bars of "Hate Me Anyway". A song that had been there for me when I needed something to make me feel better. A song that I had drunkenly sang on a voicemail to a certain person, more than once. A song that could very well have been wrote after reading the pages of my journal. The song is my fucking song, and I'll thumb wrestle anyone who attempts to make a claim. I turned, saw Dan, threw my arms around his shoulder... and we danced with fists in the air, screaming along until my throat felt raw.
After the show, I felt great. Until I had to say goodbye to my best friend. Then the tears flowed, much to my total embarrasment. The night was on a definate down note at that point, but luckily the next night, I had the Marked Men to look forward to.
The next night, they played Milwaukee. At the Commons, my favorite little bar in town. Once again, great openers and good friends made the night. I had drank more than my share of whiskey, and swiched over to beer after the first opener. I didn't think the Marked Men could sound any better than they did the night before. But the managed to. I danced so hard that I vomited. I didn't leave the front of the stage, or take my eyes off the Marked Men. I just grabbed a empty beer pitcher, puked into it, sat it down... and continued to dance in an utter frenzy. When they played "Right Here With You" I broke into ill concealed sobs. After the show, I was compleatly out of my mind. The boy I was seeing at the time came and picked me up, and I woke up the next day in his bed, compleatly unaware of how I had got there.
The next day, they were playing Green Bay. I was going to be in Green Bay, but attending a friends wedding. I left the reception a bit early knowing that I'd meet back up with them after at the hotel, and headed over to the Eagles Club for Marked Men, Day Three. The crowd at that show was not that much fun. There were a few people dancing-the Birthday Suits guys,Katherine, Atom, Richard... and myself, but not many others. Though most of the crowd just stood there, the Marked Men still played a set that ripped my face off, leaving me begging... crying... dying... for just one more night of them. Unfortunatly, my then (sort of) boyfriend convinced me not to follow them on to Minneapolis the next day. Damn him.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
@ the Warehouse-email for directions
IFIHADAHIFI from Milwaukee
The Defuctifs from Grand Rapids
$5, show at 8
The Billbondsmen from Detroit
Soviet Union from Grand Rapids
$5, early show at 7
I'll have a "M" post by the end of this week, I swear. I haven't been in the mood for anything. At all.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
2:24PM - Wanted!
I'm looking for a decent used snare. If you have one laying around, or know someone who does, email me. imanupstart (at) hotmail dot com.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Isn't she lovely?
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
My copy of the Pedestrians full length came today. I'm currently listening to it for the third time. It's really fucking good. Not just fucking good, really fucking good.
I hope there is never a time in my life when I don't feel a surge of joy to see a record shaped package propped in my doorframe. I was in a horriable mood all day, until I came home and saw the record mailer stuck in my door. Then like a child, I ran up the stairs with it in hand, ripping the packaging apart with my claws... placing it on my turntable just seconds after parking my car in the driveway. I just hope it's always like this.
Monday, November 21, 2005
11:05AM - L is for: Lost Sounds.
My favorite band of all time (well one of, let's be fair) was born out of the wreckage of the Reatards and the Clears,in March 1999. At that time they were a 3-piece made up of Rich Crook on drums, Jay Reatard on synth, guitar and vocals, and Alicja Trout also on synth, guitar and vocals. I saw them at their peak, and at the descent, and I have never loved a band more. The pain of watching them implode was true and ran deep. I tried to tell myself, I have four full length albums by this band to enjoy, countless 7inchs and demos... but it was the live preformances that I'll always miss. It still pains me that I'll never see the Lost Sounds live again. Never had I before seen such a volatile band, a band that would actually fight on stage just as if the crowd wasn't there, a band that seemed entranced in themselves... playing for themselves. I'm just glad I was able to catch a peak of such things.
I remember the first time I heard the Lost Sounds. I was on day three of a drunk. I had not slept in days. Nor ate. Nor did much else except ingest alcohol, and smoke Marlboro reds down to the filter. Johnny, Coppens, and I had been partying it up with the Reverand Nate Hate at his apartment, listening to the Spits. I was drinking Jaiger straight from the bottle. Smashing anything in my way. Utterly disgusted with everything in my life, but clinging to it with everything I had. Clinging to him with everything I had. John and I had finally laid down to sleep. It was 7 in the morning. Coppens was still raging, rolling around on the filthy floor, screaming with his fist in the air. I had no screams left. I just buried my head in John's shoulder and tried to sleep. But sleep wouldn't come. Eventually, Coppens calmed down, and the screams subsided. He sat up, looked at me, and said... "This band... you have to hear this band." He popped in the disk, we both cracked open fresh drinks, and listened. To the Lost Sounds. My head was heavy, and everything smelled like vomit... but I suddenly felt alive again.
I was hooked at that point. And that was before I saw them live. The first time I did see them live, I was besides myself. I stood up against the Kraftbrau stage through the openers, never moving. Waiting. Knowing something was about to change. I was something. I don't know if I've ever felt as much anticipation for seeing a band as I did at that moment. From the moment Jay and Alicja set foot on the stage, I was in hypnotized. Moving with the music, having the music move through me, but compleatly dazed and unresponsive to anyone or anything besides the Lost Sounds. Apparently during the set I hit my hand on the stage monitor, and blood was pouring from a slice in the side of my hand. I didn't realize until after they were done with their set. Blood was crusted to my elbow, and I had no idea that I was bleeding in the first place. Their set was amazing. Frantic, choatic, but the most compleatly satisfying experiance of my life at that point.
I was lucky enough to see them another 3 1/2 times before the end. The 1/2 time being when they played Milwaukee on the final tour. Jay freaked out, and ended the set 4 songs in. They were just playing "Destructo Comet". It was the first new song they had done. It really seems unfair that I'll never be able to see any of the songs from the last album live because Jay had to pull his baby tantrum bullshit. But that's what made that band soo fucking great. Compleatly unpredicatable.
If only they all were.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
8:44PM - R.I.P. Link Wray
Guitarist Link Wray, considered one of the the pioneers of US Rock n Roll in the 1950's, and a cult figure, passed away at 76 years of age, in Copenhagen, where he had lived the past two decades, according to todays newspaper "Politiken."
His powerful guitar riffs earned him the nickname "Godfather of the Power Cord" and the respect of several generations of musicians who followed his legacy, though he never recieved the level of recognition of contemporaries like Gene Vincent or Elvis Presley.
Wray, for whom no public notice has been given of the cause or date of death, was interred this week in the ? of the Church of Christ in the popular neighborhood of of Christianshavn.
Friday, November 18, 2005
....still makes me very happy.
The Krunchies are a 3 piece hailing from Chicago, Ill. Amanda Krunchie and Kevin share vocal duties, and Matt pounds on ye old drums. Apparently their first demo sounds much like the Kill-A-Watts, but I have yet to hear that for myself. The Krunchies first release on Criminal IQ records was in constant rotation as soon as I recieved it. "Douche Your Brain" was my favorite track on that release. I don't recall how many times I've seen them live, but each time has been a high energy show that was tons of fun. I do remember the first time I saw the Krunchies though. Two years ago at the Blackout, the Brian Costello show was at the Empty Bottle during the day. The Krunchies were the house band that day. I was hung over beyond belief. I seriously wanted to die. Amanda's vocals felt like a machete to my head. I loved them, but did I ever hate them at the same instant. Since that time I've became friends with those kids. I've seen Kevin in panties, Amanda in a cape, and threatened to karate chop anyone that messes with them. So far, I haven't had to karate chop. Their full length, In De Winkle, is fantastic. (also out on Criminal IQ records) Every track is jam packed with fun, screams, and bombastic bass beats. What does bombastic mean? I don't really give a fuck, it sounded good, and so do the Krunchies.
K is also for: Kill-A-Watts
Holy lineup changes, Batman. Ryan Kill-A-Watt and Mechadrum were the only constants in this bands lineup. Highly volital in all senses, it's my great regret that the Kill-A-Watts no longer exist. The last line up of the Kill-A-Watts was Ryan on guitar and vox, Melissa on bass, and Mechandrum on drums. Through the years they played with several rhythm guitarist, Jennifurball and Paul Reject primarly. Now where to start with the Kill-A-Watts. I never got to see them live. They played Mi infrequantly, and it just never synched up. I've heard great and not so great tales of their shows. Tales involving violence, vomiting, and total destruction. I have to say that they are one of the few bands that no longer exist that really, really irk me to have never have seen. The split 7 inch that they did with Sweet J.A.P. is my favorite 7inch of all time. (Well besides the Pagans Street Where Nobody Lives, but that's compleatly differant) I guess I should say modern 7 inch. Both full length records (Rip Off Records) are fantastic. The new record was released post breakup. "Hang Out Kids" being my favorite track of the record, is sort of a bum out. It's about friends of mine from Milwaukee, and how big of bums they are. True, but man why does a song that rules soo much have to be about people I know, and how much they suck? It almost makes me feel guilty to jam out to it. Strange enough, I made friends with Ryan and his wife Wendy Norton after I moved to Milwaukee. After hearing stories of their collective insanity, I was worried, but they turned out to be great friends. They came up to me and started talking to me because they liked the way I dressed, and were excited to find out I "listened to good music". Ryan was especially weirded out but happy to find out I was a big Kill-A-Watts fan. They ended up kidnapping me that night, drenching me in beer, and striking up the strangest friendship I've ever had. I love them both, and their new band with Mechandrum- the Monitors- kill! They have a few 7inches recently released that I'm waiting on. If they are anything as good as the tape that they made me, I'll enjoy them, as would you.
K is also for: Kajun SS
I got a drug problem. A drug problem. And Kajun SS is that drug. Featuring King Louie Bankston: guitar, vocals,Jason "Panzer" Craft:guitar,Chad Booth: bass, vocals andPaul Artigues: drums they are one of the most dynamic bands I've seen in quite some time. King Louie has been in an incrediable amount of fantastic bands. The Royal Pendletons, Persuaders, Bad Times, and of course his one man band, plus even more! Paul is also currently in Die Rotzz. Jason Craft is also a member of the Persuaders. Kajun SS has recorded two releases at this point. A 7inch released on Die Slaughterhaus (the Black Lips label), that was repressed on Shattered records... and a full length on Therapeutic. All of these records are incrediably hard to find at this time. I was able to see Kajun SS at the Black Out this year, and it was a high point of the weekend for me. Seeing songs like "Psychological Problems" and "Bored of Life" live was more than my over sexed brain could take at that time. I shook it like I know how to shake it. Then Louie covered me in pickle juice. Seriously one of my current favorite bands. See them if you get a chance, and if you don't, I'll make you a tape. Honest.
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