Drummer to the stars, Josh Freese, is selling himself to sell his new album, Since 1972. Inspired by the value-added packages offered by his buddy Trent Reznor for the last Nine Inch Nails release, Freese has come up with his own gift-with-purchase plan -- only his is a whole lot wackier. Those that are... more

Drummer to the stars, Josh Freese, is selling himself to sell his new album, Since 1972. Inspired by the value-added packages offered by his buddy Trent Reznor for the last Nine Inch Nails release, Freese has come up with his own gift-with-purchase plan -- only his is a whole lot wackier.

Those that are willing to pay a little more than the base price for Josh's new solo album are offered a plethora of incentives. At the $50 price point you get a five-minute "Thank You" call from Josh, who promises you can "yack it up" about whatever you want. Since Josh has worked with some of the biggest and/or coolest names in the business -- he's a member of The Vandals, Devo, and the on-hiatus A Perfect Circle, and has played with NIN, Sting, and Guns N' Roses -- there's a lot of ground to be covered in that brief call.

As you rise higher in price, the bizarreness of the stuff on offer increases. Items on menu (which can be viewed at JoshFreese.com) include a trip with Josh to a sensory deprivation tank followed by a steak and all-you-can-eat shrimp dinner at Sizzler -- for an investment of $500. A visit to the Hollywood Wax Museum or lunch at Spearmint Rhino with Josh and a member of either The Vandals or Devo (your choice) will set you back $2,500.

For $20,000 Josh will write and record two songs about you that he will then make available via iTunes (you can even sing backup). And, for a $75k, you get a signed CD and Josh in your band for a month. Not got a band? No problem. Other options in this super limited edition of one include having Josh as your personal assistant / cabana boy for a couple of weeks.

Of course behind all of this silliness, Josh has a very serious intent; to get a little more attention for his second solo album than he got for his first (which was released in 2000). And his crackpot scheme, which also involves crazy golfing and a nefarious trip to Tijuana and calls on the services of many of Josh's celebrity buddies such as Twiggy (NIN and Marilyn Manson), Stone Gossard (Pearl Jam) and Maynard James Keenan (Tool), is working. The UK's mighty Guardian has written about Josh and his multi-tiered promotional plan, as have NPR, The Boston Herald and numerous other newspapers and websites. The cost of the album may just be $7, but the attention Josh is getting for it is priceless.


Nicole Powers: Obviously with the new record, one of the talking points is your rather interesting marketing plan. What gave you the idea for that?

Josh Fresse: A couple of things. One is, I was on tour and I saw what Trent Reznor did. But he did his in a very classy and kind of realistic way. The things that he did were very quality and not a joke, and he sold all of his stuff right away because it all made sense. I know that Radiohead did a similar thing, and I've heard that U2's selling a similar thing, but mine is completely wacked-out and over-the-top and exaggerated and fun. I think it's a lot more fun and funny than those groups that I just mentioned.

What really gave me the idea, a friend of mine, we were talking about my last record that I put out on Kung Fu Records, which is The Vandals record label, about eight years ago. We were laughing, he looked at the SoundScans and he said, "Last week you sold one copy, and the week before you sold two copies." It's been out for almost ten years right. And I said, I should personally call all those people and thank them shouldn't I? And I go, "That should be a thing, you buy my record, and then for an extra 50 bucks we talk on the phone for a while." Then my friend and I, we just started brainstorming for a while. He was like, "Yeah, you should do their laundry or come wash their car." And I'm like "Yeah."

I'm kind of a jokester, I'm kind of wacky at heart anyways. And I'm putting the record out on my own. I paid for it myself, I'm putting it out myself, I spent way too much money making, mixing and releasing it, and so I thought, what's something I could do, some sort of marketing thing that would grab people's attention to let them know that I have an album coming out?

Between you and me, I don't expect the expensive ones to sell. If it happens, I'm ready to make good on them. I already have a bunch of plans for doing all that stuff. Any names that are mentioned in there, whether it's Maynard James Keenan or Mark Mothersbaugh or any of the guys in The Vandals, Stone Gossard from Pearl Jam, I asked them all first before I included the names.

NP: I was going to ask if all the names were volunteers.

JF: Well, I have a bunch of rock star friends, but I only asked a few, I only asked a few that I'm really good pals with that I knew would be into it.

NP: Is there anyone you wanna out for not playing ball?

JF: No. No one shot me down. Even like guys like Maynard and Mark from Devo, I thought, they're my good friends but publicly they're so quiet and weird that they might not want to be involved, even though I know they love me to death. But what I told them is, hey, if someone buys this expensive thing, if it happened, it would only happen once. They're involved with the limited edition of one packages right? So it's not going to be every week, me calling you and going, "Hey we've got to go miniature golfing again." It would happen once -- if that.

The only one that's got multiple duties is Stone from Pearl Jam, he would have to write three letters. There's a limited edition of three $5,000 packages, and one of the things is that Stone will write you a letter telling you about his favorite song from my record. So yeah, he would only have to write three letters. He's way into it you know. I saw those guys recently, the Pearl Jam guys, they were in the middle of recording a record so I went down to visit them, and they we're freaking out about it. Eddie Vedder couldn't stop talking about it, he was so into it.

NP: You offer a massage as part of a couple of the packages. Are you any good?

JF: I'm pretty good. I've got some strong drummer hands. One of the guys, do you know the Alkaline Trio? I was with Matt Skiba, the singer, last night, and he's going, "Oh man that massage thing. What if you get like some hot girl? Is your girlfriend be pissed off?" And I was like, "Trust me, it's going to be some ugly drummer guy who buys that package. It's not going to be a hot girl." You can only be so lucky right? It's all strictly business at that point.

NP: Another of the packages involves a trip to Disneyland's super exclusive Club 33. How did you get membership to that? I understand you've got family connections?

JF: I have yes. I've got many connections to Disneyland, the main one is my father's worked there since I was four. I was born down in Florida when he was working for Disney World, conducting the band, and then he got moved to Disneyland in Orange County when I was a year old. He hires all the musicians out there.

The Vandals, the band I've played in since I was a teenager, were all really big Disneyland fans [legend has it they discovered the young Josh while he was playing in a Top 40 cover band on the Tomorrowland Terrance Stage there]. Through my dad, I hooked up [Vandal's bassist] Joe Escalante with a Club 33 membership. It's really hard to get it. It costs a lot of money to do, but you can't just go do it if you have a lot of money, there's a long, long waiting list. Joe's got to pay all this money every year. It costs a lot of money but the perks are pretty amazing for a Disneyland fan. So I called Joe and I said, "Hey, can I take someone to Club 33 for lunch, if they buy this thing for $10,000."

NP: Also, you seem to be getting rid of rather a lot of items out of your wardrobe. Do you have closet issues?

JF: Do I have closet issues? Like trapped in the closet like R. Kelley?

NP: No. In a lot of the packages you offer the pick of any of the items from your closet.

JF: You know what, I've got a ton of clothes. Everyday I walk into my closet and I've got a shitload of clothes that I never wear. I end up wearing the same shit everyday anyways, and I take stuff to Goodwill and Buffalo Exchange -- like every week I'm giving stuff away.

NP: You see, I knew you were a man with closet issues. Where do you get all these clothes from? Are you a fashion whore?

JF: You know I've gone through spurts of that. Then I get a bunch of clothes for free too from companies and stuff. I'll go down and raid someone's warehouse, and before you know it you're leaving with all this shit. It's funny, the more successful you are, the more money you make, the more free shit you get, which is weird. I could have really used all this free stuff when I was broke. I'm not spending money on clothes right now like I used to. I used to spend a lot, and between that and free shit, and also being a kind of a packrat -- I've always got some sentimental reason to hang onto something, and I'm trying to get over that.

NP: One of the more bizarre items that you offer, is to be someone's cabana boy. Do you harbor any cabana boy fantasies?

JF: Not really, I just thought that was a funny phrase to throw out. I don't know how people interpreted that. I'm not saying I'm going to be your sex slave.

NP: It does bring up images of scenes from 1970s porno films.

JF: [laughs] Also, that's part of the $75,000 package which no one will probably ever buy, even though friends of mine are laughing...That's just basically a fruitcake way of saying personal assistant -- I'll do what ever you want for a while -- within reason.

NP: The thing about the $75,000 package, no disrespect to Robin from NIN, or his lovely wife, but her raw lasagna that's included is the least appetizing thing on your entire menu. That would be the one thing that might hold me back from dropping 75K. Can you perhaps talk up the raw lasagna a little?

JF: You know, I'm sure we could talk them into cooking something else, or not cooking something else. We could just make a turkey sandwich, or throw it in the microwave, that'll work.

NP: So we now know what you would do for the sake of your music, but is there anything you wouldn't do?

JF: Oh yeah, of course, you'd be surprised. I mean, friends of mine have been calling me, emailing me, texting me, making jokes. How much for this? How much for that? Actually, one of the guys from NOFX, who will remain nameless, he texted me the other day and he said, "Would you give me a handjob for $100,000?" I said I would be so emotionally scarred from that, it would have to be a lot more. I ended up not settling on a price.

But you know I'm not going to do that. I don't want to become Steve-O either, like a jackass, "I'll do anything." The list is just a list to tell people I've got a record coming out. This isn't going to become what I do for a living. It was a prank that wasn't a prank, a publicity stunt but all completely legit.

NP: Do you worry that this will take away from the music?

JF: You know what? I don't even care to be totally honest. I made this record and I'm proud of it. And these days, say that I was touring my ass off, that everyone knew the band and I had a big record deal, people still aren't selling records. I want to put my record out and have it be available, and have more people know about it because of this.

It's funny, I got asked to do this streaming thing of my record, 'cause I had interviews this week, and I don't even know if they've heard it. I don't even know if you've heard it.

NP: I've absolutely heard it. I've got the whole album. It's a fun album. Obviously, when you've got songs like "I Wanna Cheat On My Girlfriend"...

JF: Well you know what's funny, my record I put out in 2000, everything was funny and wacky. This record, with the exception of that song, which is funny and not funny actually, that's the only song which can be [viewed] as wacky. It's not a joke album. This record's actually pretty serious. I mean it's a fun record, but they're not all silly songs -- except that one -- which is very dark and serious too. [laughs]

NP: But the pace of it, for the most part, is very upbeat, and it has a quirky sound, which is very you.

JF: Yes, of course

NP: So the way you promoted it expresses what's contained in the music on some level. But then there is that thing that you touched on earlier; it doesn't matter how big of an artist you are, to some extent now being an artist isn't enough, you also have to be some kind of commercial whore. Even the biggest bands are teaming up with sponsors.

JF: Sure, yeah, it's kind of true, but it's not just that. I see that what I'm doing, by even coming up with that price scheme and making good on it, in the end, when I have to go to lunch with someone at the Cheesecake Factory or have to write a song about someone or give someone a massage, all these things are going to be filmed and posted on YouTube, and maybe made into some sort of documentary or something. So for me, I see it not so much as whoring myself out, but becoming even more of an artist and more of a creative person doing something different.

NP: Is YouTube part of your artist's palette now?

JF: For sure. Yeah that's something that I learned on my laptop on tour about a year and a half ago or something, when I did a lot of touring with Nine Inch Nails overseas. Between being jetlagged all the time, being up at crazy hours, not being able to sleep, and trying to find something to do in the middle of the night I learned how to do that.

Actually, Jeordie White [Twiggy], that was playing bass with Nails, he kind of learned how to do it and taught me. Then I just took the ball and ran with it. I love doing it, it's a fun, creative exercise, and the fact that you can do that stuff in your living room and post it for the world, whether they care or not they get to see it, is really cool...This isn't just for fun. This is an outlet for me, as a person, as an artist. It's important to me. I really get off on doing that shit and posting that shit. It's part of what makes me who I am.

NP: I would imagine it's necessary for you to have that immediate outlet for your creativity, because, on the flip side, I know that you played with Sting and recorded a bunch of tracks back in 2005 that haven't been released.

JF: Right.

NP: And then you did the Guns N' Roses thing, you co-wrote the title track for Chinese Democracy, and that didn't come out for nearly a decade.

JF: Yeah.

NP: So to be able to deal with that, all of this creativity that's getting held back, you must enjoy being able to throw something straight out there.

JF: It's great. Definitely, I definitely like that, for sure. And it's something you haven't been able to do up until now, and so it's exciting. It's exciting and it's scary in the way people in the music industry are still trying to figure out how the hell we're going to start selling records again and be able to make money. Because technology and the internet, it's exciting but it's also hindered a lot of people, a lot of bands. It works both ways. There's great things you can do, and then it just comes down to the whole thing of people being able to steal your music whenever they want. It's a drag. I've seen it affect big time artists and I've seen it affect the little bitty bands that are starting out. It's just kind of a confusing, weird time.

NP: You left Nine Inch Nails to spend more time with your family. How's that going?

JF: It's going great. It's going really good. I mean, I miss playing with Nine Inch Nails because I loved doing it...I was watching how it was affecting my oldest boy, because I'd just been on tour a lot. When he was born I was playing in Perfect Circle, and then I was going in and out of town with A Perfect Circle, The Vandals, Sting, and then in '05, when he was about fours-years old, I started touring a lot with Nine Inch Nails, and it got to be too much. I haven't retired from touring though. There'll be a time when I tour a lot again.

I'm going to Austin next week with Devo to play SXSW, and then Devo is going to England in May to play a couple of shows. I just couldn't continue the first part of '09 with the schedule that Trent looked like he was going to keep through to the summer time this year, I just had to bow out. It was just because of the effect on my family, and I didn't want to regret that down the road. I do miss it, and I'm sad that I'm not going to be there for the tour with Jane's Addiction, I'm the biggest Jane's Addiction fan. So when I found out they were doing that tour, I was ultimately, sad and pissed off and bummed out that I was missing it.

NP: Devo have a new album due out in the fall. Have you been involved in the recording of that?

JF: Yeah. I was there yesterday. We're in the middle of working on it right now. We're trying to hurry up and finish it and have it all ready to do a tour later on this year.

NP: How do the new Devo tracks compare to the music we know and love?

JF: What's funny about me playing with Devo is that I'm the biggest Devo fan. I'm the only guy in the band who's not an original member, even though I've been their drummer for thirteen years. But I started as a Devo fan, and this record, it's like let's do what people want to hear. People don't want to hear Devo not being Devo. It hasn't been easy but it's getting done and it's great stuff. There was a batch of fifteen or sixteen demos last year, and we ditched most of them. We just picked four or five of them and thought there's almost half a record, let's continue to write some more songs. So that's what we're trying to do, just play quality control and make sure we can do something that makes sense that people will want to hear.

NP: I also hear there's been some movement on the Perfect Circle front. I think Maynard said in an interview that he and Billy Howerdel had started writing again.

JF: I had lunch with Billy about two weeks ago and we were talking about how it'd be great to do some Perfect Circle shows. It's been five years this year, we finished up in the spring of 2004. I don't know how soon we'd make a record but I know a lot of people would like to see Perfect Circle play some shows. I hear it all the time from people. And me personally, I would like to. We'll see what happens. It's a matter of everyone being on the same page at the same time.

NP: You've played with so many absolutely amazing people, what's your unfulfilled dream gig? What band would you put down $75K for to be a member of for a month?

JF: Oh god. The people I'm a really big fan of? One guy I've played with once, I did one show with them but I'm the biggest fan of them and would like to do more work with them, is Frank Black, I'm a big Frank Black and Pixies fan. Other than doing more work with him, two of my favorite bands, and they're such polar opposites, I would love to work with either the Butthole Surfers or Steely Dan. I mean my biggest heroes are Devo and The Replacements, and I've played with [Paul] Westerberg for years and played with Devo for years. It's kind of like what do I do now? Who do I want to play with?

NP: I guess now's the time to concentrate on Josh Freese.

JF: Exactly, and continue doing stuff with the bands that I love that I've been in for years on a less time-committal basis, like The Vandals and Devo. The Vandals are playing in a couple of weeks with Bad Religion -- that'll be fun. I don't make a living doing it, but it'll be fun.



Since 1972 and the deluxe packages will go on sale exclusively at JoshFreese.com on March 24th. The album will be available on wider release online and in stores on April 14th.

I'm a purist when it comes to meeting women. Online dating feels like cheating. Sending an email from behind a screen name and a carefully* constructed profile doesn't provide the same thrill and personal satisfaction as approaching a real live woman. That doesn't make me too proud to... more

I'm a purist when it comes to meeting women. Online dating feels like cheating. Sending an email from behind a screen name and a carefully* constructed profile doesn't provide the same thrill and personal satisfaction as approaching a real live woman.

That doesn't make me too proud to do it. When it comes to getting the girl (or guy), nobody awards points for degree of difficulty. Besides, for the less experienced or more socially anxious among us, the internet is a great place to get your feet wet (I said 'feet,' pervert). It certainly did me a world of good.

Here are some tips.

1. Play to the strengths of the medium.

Below are examples of actual messages sent to an actual woman by actual guys. If you were getting dozens of messages a week, would you take the time to respond to any of these?

Put some thought into building your profile and writing your messages**. The secret is to express, as opposed to trying to impress. Let folks know who you are through the way you write and put your profile together. It takes more time up front, but pays off in the long run.

2. Remember why you're online in the first place.

For most of us, that means meeting someone to spend time with in real life. This used to be my Achilles heel. I'm a writer, and I give pretty good email. I had no problem having eloquent online conversations about my life and hopes and dreams (not to mention some red hot cybersex). The only problem was, when it came time to meet the girl, I would chicken out. Consequently, she'd get sick of me stalling and move on.

The other problem with extended online conversations is you risk building each other up in your minds to ridiculous heights. There's no way you can live up to one another's expectations when you meet in person, and you both end up disappointed. It's happened to me.

The point isn't to have the bestest email conversation ever (although a little dirty talk and suggestive pictures never hurt anybody-hint, hint). The point is to eventually meet and see if there's a spark.

3. Get used to the idea of things not working out.

This is a gross overgeneralization, but a large percentage of the online community -- especially the male percentage -- lack either social skills or social experience (Don't get cocky; YOU might very well be part of that percentage***). This means -- at the beginning at least -- things are going to go badly more often than they go right.

Sometimes it will be you. Other times it will be them. And sometimes it's just one of those things...the wrong people in the wrong place at the wrong time in their lives. Make peace with it, learn from each experience, and try not to beat yourself -- or anybody else -- up too badly.

Oh yeah. And while you're at it, try to have fun. Not only are there no points for degree of difficulty, the only score that matters is the one you give yourself. Make it the best one you can.

Good luck.


* Or not-so-carefully.

** Yes, I know my SG profile is woefully incomplete, which outs me as either a hypocrite or a person with a breathtakingly short attention span. Do as I say, not as I do.

*** I certainly was. There are enough cringe-worthy moments on my resume to make me the romantic equivalent of Jason Lee on My Name is Earl. If I ever invite a time machine, my first port of call is a suburban street corner in 1996 so I can club my younger self unconscious before he can slip a creepier-than-intended note into his romantic obsession's mailbox.


Dan Brodribb is a professional stand-up comic and writer. He is currently working on a book called Dating for Shy Guys. Learn more about him at: danbrodribb.blogspot.com.

I bet you didn't realize that your life as a woman is infinitely easier, better, and rosier because the US Congress passed The Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act of 2009. Has your life changed? Are you jumping up and down with joy? This new piece of legislation, signed by President Barack Obama, gives... more

I bet you didn't realize that your life as a woman is infinitely easier, better, and rosier because the US Congress passed The Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act of 2009.

Has your life changed? Are you jumping up and down with joy?

This new piece of legislation, signed by President Barack Obama, gives you a fresh opportunity to sue your employer for pay discrimination. While the law is multi-layered and complicated -- just like any good piece of legislation -- the outcome of the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act is simple: if your company pays you less than your male counterpart, you have a 180-day period, which begins with the last discriminatory paycheck you received, to sue the pants off your organization.

We know that nothing solves the problems of working women in America like a complicated lawsuit.

I would never advise you to pass up an opportunity to sue the pants off your company if you are a victim of wage discrimination, however legal action is something I rarely advocate -- unless you really don't have a life ( since in such cases the burden of proof is on YOU, the financial rewards are often relatively low). Most women would rather find a new job than go through the hassle of fighting a company in court. If your day is anything like most working women's, you juggle work with childcare issues, financial stresses, and relationship drama. You can fight to get your kids to do their homework, you can yell at your spouse to put dishes in the dishwasher, or you can fight against the glass ceiling at work and acquire a lawyer. Which one, realistically, would you choose?

Women have come a long way since Rosie the Riveter told us to go to work -- and June Cleaver told us to go back into the kitchen and make some pie -- but American women are still shouldering the burden of unfair and hostile work environments. We are told to further our education, take accountability for our retirement savings, and secure health care coverage for our children and ourselves. We are asked to care for aging parents, find solutions to conflicts in the Middle East, and serve as role models for younger women who are coming up for the workforce.

When we are victims of pay discrimination, the best thing that our Congress can do for us is to pass antiquated and outmoded legislation that appeals to faux populism instead of addressing the real issues women face in the workforce.

You now have the right to find a lawyer and sue your employer for wage discrimination, but the legislation assumes that you can afford a lawyer and you can survive the potentially career-ending move of suing your company. Our Congressional representatives would rather give you an extended and broader opportunity to sue your employer for wage discrimination instead of promoting sweeping legislation that advocates women as equal members of the workforce.

Lilly Ledbetter worked hard for 18 years and will never recoup the wages she was denied for being a woman. The best our government can do is to offer an opportunity to find your own counsel and sue your employer in civil court. We are telling our citizens that, in American, we can't prevent hostile work environments and pay discrimination but we can give you the right to seek punitive damages from a judge and jury.

Aren't you a lucky lady?



Laurie Ruettimann is a writer, speaker, and HR exec with Fortune 500 experience. She blogs at Punk Rock Human Resources.

Laurie Ruettimann is our guest on SG Radio this Sunday, March 15th. The show airs between 10.30 p.m. and midnight. You can listen to SG Radio live from anywhere in the world by going to Indie1031.com and clicking on the Listen Live button.

Members can email Laurie with their employment questions via SG by clicking HERE.

Remember all the fun things I said I was doing instead of having a job? I don't know what's wrong with me but they're getting kind of boring. Maybe it's the melancholy of winter, or that my impending birthday always makes me so sad I need to throw house-wrecking parties and drink 40s... more

Remember all the fun things I said I was doing instead of having a job? I don't know what's wrong with me but they're getting kind of boring. Maybe it's the melancholy of winter, or that my impending birthday always makes me so sad I need to throw house-wrecking parties and drink 40s and kiss boys and fall over in the snow and almost get arrested just to cheer myself up.

I'm feeling kind of schlumpy. Having achieved relatively little as a 23-year-old besides finding a creative way to get fired, I'm in the career equivalent of a K-hole, and only the sun's rays can bring me out of this hangdog, emo-vampire-hermit state. I think I'm going to hibernate until SXSW, emerging only to eat cake and check on my torrents. I'm also not drinking until my birthday, which gives me a good six days (as of this writing) of sobriety to reflect on things. I love you, New York, but you're bringing me down.



Grizzly Bear

When I hear the name Grizzly Bear, I often think of Werner Herzog's insane film Grizzly Man, about a guy who thought bears were his friends until one of them ate him. But it is an indie folk band that makes damn beautiful music. The other night, I saw them play with the Brooklyn Philharmonic, and their compositions stood trial by orchestra amazingly well. I got to hear some songs off the new album, and they're as lovely, layered and expansive as people are saying. Fleet Foxes' Robn Pecknold called their forthcoming album, Veckatimest. "The best record of the 00s." It makes me hopeful that Animal Collective's Merriwether Post Pavillion was just the first of many great albums to come in 2009, our time to shine.

Unfortunately for Edward Droste and company, Veckatimest leaked far in advance of its May 26 release date, and though they are taking it in their stride, Grizzly Bear are understandably sad that a "bummer-quality" version of their baby is making the rounds. I love Ed almost enough to change into a boy for him, so for once I'll wait patiently for a real copy. In the meantime, you can hear the new songs at their numerous upcoming tour dates.

Grizzly Bear's super sharp "Knife"




Nick Cave Reissues

If there's one band that unites goths young and old, it's Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Cave was in his forties the first time I saw them, and he rocked my pasty little mall goth face just as hard as he rocked dirty new wave clubs before I was born. Though his music has always defied genre, its darkly misanthropic streak (Christian awakening aside) warms the hearts of death rockers everywhere, if such a thing is possible.

With Mute Records' imminent reissues, fans can re-live each one of Cave's fourteen albums with the Bad Seeds. Each is a shiny new and improved "5.1 surround sound-enhanced remastered" version of its former still magnificent old self, and comes packaged with B-sides, videos, and various and sundry extras, including a series of short films called Do You Love Me Like I Love You? by Iain Forsyth and Jane Pollard. From Her to Eternity, The Firstborn is Dead, Kicking Against the Pricks, and Your Funeral...My Trial are due out April 7 in North America, with the rest soon to follow.

And if that's not enough, the band has a slew of fall tour dates lined up, so go re-live the darkness and/or discover it anew.

'Ver Seeds on Jimmy Kimmel Live with their "Red Right Hand"




No Doubt Reunion Tour

Do kids still listen to No Doubt? I try to stay away from those awful little balls of hormones with their angsty haircuts and lipstick parties and incessant chatting on the AOL. In any case, the mid-nineties sensation will reunite to cover Adam and the Ants' "Stand and Deliver" on the May 11th episode of "Gossip Girl," a teen-targeted television program with which I am not in the least obsessed. (OMFG!)

The appearance will preface a summer tour of ginormous stadiums across the land, thrilling scores of overgrown teenyboppers and finally giving my parents a chance to make amends. You see, when I was but an 11-year-old ska fan (shut up), I won a pair of tickets to see my idols at the Meadows Music Center, but my horrible parents refused to let two eleven-year-old girls go to a rowdy, beer-soaked amphitheater un-chaperoned. I haven't spoken to them since.

Sweetening the deal is the inclusion of a high quality digital download of the band's back catalog with every ticket purchase, which should save lots of twelve-year-olds the ten minutes it would take them to find it via torrents, and me the two hours (my cassette copies of No Doubt and Tragic Kingdom wore out long ago).

The band is also working on a new album, though I'll probably be regressing from an even more advanced life stage by the time that comes out.

No Doubt -- "Trapped in a [Teenage?] Box"


I'm so glad I saved my sparkly lip-gloss and stuffed animal backpack for this! The sad part is, I'm not even kidding.



NIN Farewell Tour?

As if the No Doubt thing weren't enough to rocket me back to seventh grade, Trent Reznor has announced a tour with Jane's Addiction, both bands I was listening to in the summer of '97 when I first grew boobs, painted my nails black, and got a crush on a boy of nebulous sexuality. Only the boobs remain, and my affinity for NIN, so maybe I'll fork over the money my parents save me on those No Doubt tickets. It's Trent's fans' last chance to see him before he goes off to "disappear for a while" (DO IT YOU WON'T!), making this an especially exciting affair, though all NIN shows are guaranteed to turn you into a pool of quivering puberty juice.

I'll be surprised if I can drink anything but alcopops or give anything but hj's after this summer. You will find me with many barrettes in my hair, muttering about the mean kids at school and how cute my fellow cast member in Gypsy is. I should probably get off this website before my parents catch me. See you at prom? Right, that already happened. Well, I hope yours was as totally awesome as mine.





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Here we are. I know, it has been an entire week of desperate waiting. Fear not, the moment you yearned for has arrived. It’s Asshole Fuckface Roundup time. I’ve been wading through this shit for a week and it takes its toll. I am drained, weak, saddened and very much in need of a meatloaf... more

Here we are. I know, it has been an entire week of desperate waiting. Fear not, the moment you yearned for has arrived. It’s Asshole Fuckface Roundup time. I’ve been wading through this shit for a week and it takes its toll. I am drained, weak, saddened and very much in need of a meatloaf sandwich on sourdough. I had an exciting week; having learned my new neighbor is an Asshole Fuckface. He hired a drug dealer as a contractor, took out insurance and then, the very next day, burned a couple of rooms down in his duplex by piling rags on a floor heater. Go figure. One plus one equals obvious. But he’s just a tiny, local Asshole Fuckface! I’ve scoured the earth and discovered the worst of the worst, so put on your best plastic moo moo because this is going to be ugly.

First up, some tough guy Asshole Fuckfacery.

Chuck Norris was a sad excuse for an action hero. Now he’s a sad excuse of a human. Oh, and he’s completely insane. Chuck penned an article this week for World Net Daily. It’s pretty fantastic, as it is a classic example of the ramblings of a madman. Ordinarily, a man like Chuck would be milling about in an alley, explaining these theories to a box, but since Chuck was once the poor man’s Steven Segal, he gets to write it down and say it on the radio.

Oh, do tell. And not the part about how Texas becomes its own nation –– the part where you win an election. Even Texas is not that stupid.

Wait. Um. Okay. I think I got that.

Huh. Why do I think your version of an American Revolution includes a handmaid, whose legs you thrust your sweaty body between while holding your wife’s hands?

Did you seriously just use the term “Right wing cells?” That’s awesome, mostly because “cells” are what killed thousands of Americans on 9/11. But, by all means, take that term and fucking run with it. It's all yours, rebel.

Lighten up. You’re a pathetic, washed up, Hollywood action hero. During a revolution, your stupidity would probably not be a valued commodity. And your karate skills would not work so great against an assault rifle. And no, I won’t link to WorldNetDaily (hit Buzzflash, who reposted the pertinent excerpts, if you need a source).

Next up, the first Asshole Fuckface fight club.

Thankfully, we don’t have to leave Texas to find our next Asshole Fuckfaces. Corpus Christi State School is a Texas residential facility that houses disabled young men. Obvious, if one were an Asshole Fuckface caring for disabled young men, one would start a fight club.

I’m going to go way out on a limb here and say that is wrong.

Ha ha! I’m laughing so hard –– but that’s only because I don’t have a soul.

First rule of fight club: You're going to prison. I would also like to recommend a fight club to the death.

Next up, some Catholic Asshole Fuckfacery.

Sometimes we face very tough decisions in life. It must be tough for the big wigs of the Catholic Church because they have to make decisions that will effect whether someone gets to go to heaven, or some shit. They are like gatekeepers, who don’t have sex, except with the occasional boy, and they live a sweet, pampered life in a special city. It’s a bitch. Also, they are all men and have never been pregnant and can’t comprehend giving birth, or dying during childbirth, or the many complicated aspects of carrying a child, so they make harsh rules about abortion. It has nothing to do with them not being able to have a child, or sex.

Anyway, this week an awesome Archbishop of Brazil, named Jose Cardoso Sobrinho, faced a very tough choice: Be one of the worst Asshole Fuckfaces of all time, or not. He went with the first one.

Yes, read that correctly. The Catholic Church would very much like a nine-year-old girl, who was raped by her stepfather, to carry the twins to full term –– even if it would kill her.

The Church, of course, has the back of the archbishop.

Totally. The girl is supposed to die, unfortunately, at the age of nine, after being raped by her stepfather, so she could produce two motherless children, who would grow up knowing they were responsible for their mother’s death, so she could get into heaven. Thems the breaks.

Somebody better call the PR guys.

Finally, a plethora of Republican Asshole Fuckfacery.

Where to start with these amazing fucking idiots. Oh, I know, John Boehner.

Yes. During the worst economic crisis of our lifetime, the thing to do is to stop spending money. Everyone should stop spending. Government, the peoples, everyone. Because economies always do well when no one is spending money. That’s not at all the worst idea and won’t at all lead to the worst possible scenario. This guy is the most powerful Republican. Holy shit.

Next up, Boehner’s underling, House Minority Whip Eric Cantor.

Right. Because people losing their jobs and becoming uninsured will not at all have a negative effect on the already terrible economy. Heathcare is not one of the reasons we are suffering. Healthcare and the economy are totally unrelated. This guy is the second most powerful Republican in the House. Holy shit.

Next up, Governor Mark Sanford of South Carolina. You may have heard of South Carolina. It is #2 in unemployment, currently at an exciting 10.4%. So, what to do with that stimulus?

Yay! Check you out! Taking a stand based on no economic understanding!

I don’t want the money, but I don’t have any other ideas! Reform government! It’s bad. Make it good! This guy is running the state of South Carolina. Holy shit.

They actually don’t know a thing about economics. Hey kids, there are no monetary fixes because you and your peeps fucked everything up. The interest rates are at zero. The dollar is not worth a whole lot. All you’ve got left is debt. Welcome to what you created.



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He's been variously known under monikers such as Buck Satan, Alien Dog Star and Alien Jourgensen and is the brain trust behind such thought-provoking band names as Ministry, Revolting Cocks and 1000 Homo DJs. But Al Jourgensen, who cut a frightening figure with these bands' even more provocative... more

He's been variously known under monikers such as Buck Satan, Alien Dog Star and Alien Jourgensen and is the brain trust behind such thought-provoking band names as Ministry, Revolting Cocks and 1000 Homo DJs. But Al Jourgensen, who cut a frightening figure with these bands' even more provocative industrial music when they emerged in the late eighties and early nineties, is a surprisingly friendly and relatable guy. Once the picture of cocaine and heroin rock star excess, the six-years sober Jourgensen is far more likely to be found at the opera than at an arena concert these days.

Last year, Jourgensen announced the official end of Ministry, and is now marking the occasion with a live CD and DVD (both called Adios. . . Puta Madres), featuring material that's been culled from the band's last tour. And while Ministry is winding down release-wise (a documentary, Fuchi Requiem, will be out later in the year), it's still all systems go for the industrial-techno machinations of Revolting Cocks (now called RevCo), which just released the saucy new album Sex-O Olympic-O.

In a telephone interview from his home in El Paso, Texas, Jourgensen, who is currently working with longtime co-hort/Dead Kennedys frontman Jello Biafra on new music for their Lard project and will soon begin producing the new album from Prong, discusses why RevCo's latest is a personal musical highlight of his career. He also reveals how classical musicians party rock stars under the table and how life is better on the independent side of the music business.

Tamara Palmer: I really appreciate you taking the time to speak with us today.

Al Jourgensen: That's okay, for SuicideGirls, I'm on constant beeper call! I wear a beeper and if it rings from you guys, it's like, "Stop the presses! Everyone stop the bickering! Shh!" But it's kind of like having a harmonica player with a beeper; it doesn't happen much.

TP: But you're prepared in the event of an actual SuicideGirls emergency?

AJ: Yep, I'm prepared just in case. Yeah, I'm there. So, what have you got for me today?

TP: We should probably start by talking about the new RevCo album since it just came out a few days ago.

AJ: Yeah, that's a pretty good album. Have you heard it?

TP: I have. I'm not the biggest trainspotter of your entire career, but it does sound like you've reached a new level of technical precision. It's so clean.

AJ: Yeah, I actually had to work for that one for a living, profession-wise! And in that case I have to give myself a pat on the back, great self-satisfaction.

TP: Are you normally your own harshest critic?

AJ: Yeah, a lot of other times you put it on tape or digital, just let it fly, get drunk and forget about it until a couple of months later. But this was actually eight hours a day trying to make it sound all professional. The production on it sounds like we had a $500,000 budget and we did it in a garage in El Paso for about 5,000 bucks. I love taking those little challenges, those hurdles, to make you seem like something you're not, which is always what the Cocks have been. There's a couple partiers in the band and a couple porn freaks in the band, but, to be honest, we're a bunch of posers.

TP: All just sitting there, drinking tea?

AJ: There's a couple guys in the band that are married now. Some of them don't want anything to do with the lifestyle and they just come to get their little vicarious thrills for like a week and hang out with the real weirdos and then they go home feeling like they're Vikings.

TP: All pumped full of Cock street cred.

AJ: Right, right, right!

TP: When you first came out, I was in junior high school and I just remember how terrifying the name Revolting Cocks was to me. But it also made me curious to know what you sounded like.

AJ: Well, you know how the name came about, right?

TP: I don't, actually!

AJ: We went to a corner pub in Chicago in 1983, me and these two Belgian crazies, Richard 23 of Front 242 and Luc Van Acker. We wanted to do work together and we wanted to do a band, so we cemented it by going to the corner pub and throwing bar stools through windows and just basically attacking each other and breaking everything in the bar, starting a fight with the bikers and this and that. The owner of the place, I'll never forget, was this guy named Dess. He came and yelled at us, he had this big accent and he said, "I'm calling the police! You guys are a bunch of revolting cocks!"

TP: Your life's work and mission was defined for you, right then, was it?

AJ: Yes!

TP: The RevCo album is released independently on your label 13th Planet, but you've been working this way for quite some time. How does it compare, doing it yourself versus working with larger corporations who are so focused on how many sales the album gets in the first couple of weeks and forget about it after that?

AJ: Oh yeah, especially now. It didn't always used to be like that. But now, you know what? The entertainment business is just a nuisance to the major corporations that own the record companies. The record company is like a leper or pariah within a company like General Electric or something. They wish they didn't have it in their hair, but they keep hoping for some big American Idol hit that can actually make them some bottom line. But they don't want to deal with the artist and they don't understand it. It's just gross.

I remember a time when I was releasing records in the nineties and I didn't even know my record was out. People would have to tell me. There was no build-up. But when you're on your own label, you have to nurture it, stroke it with care. This is starting to sound like a porno: Stroke it with care! But you know what I mean? It's different, I'm actually involved in the process of marketing releases and dates and schedules and interviews and blah, blah, blah. Back then, I didn't give a fuck. There wasn't a three-month lead time, they'd tell me I had an interview today and I'd be like, "Okay, about what?" And they'd be like, "You released your album," and I'd be like, "Really?"

TP: Are you sure this also didn't have something to do with your lack of sobriety at that point in time, that you might have missed your release date because you weren't really paying attention?

AJ: Well, yeah, c'mon, that's probably part of it. But now, even if I wasn't sober, if you own your own label you have to be hands-on and involved. Or your label is basically your own band, like some kind of vanity label. I have other bands to worry about, too, and so you actually have to suit up and show up for these people and work this thing. Yeah, it's a lot different than it was back then, but there's no way I could have done what I'm doing now back then as a spoiled, pampered little rock star. And then you just grow up.

All rock stars have had to grow up over the last few years because of the economic crisis and everything bottoming out, everything being about bottom lines -- there's no room for art anymore. A lot of people have had to grow up. Bret Michaels had to go out and get a reality show, although I think he'd probably do it anyways! But you know what I'm saying. People have had to grow up and face the sobering consequences. But we saw this coming for a long time, so we were prepared and built our bunker.

TP: Back to the album for a minute, can you tell me about the songs "I'm Not Gay" and "Lewd Farrigno?" Where did they come from?

AJ: I'm glad you touched on both of those, because I think those two and "Wizard of Sextown" and "Robo Banditos" are four favorites on this record, and are all true stories. Here's the best part. Our singer, Josh Bradford, who is certifiable; I mean, he's insane, okay? He lived in El Paso for about a year while we were doing this record, and the best part is: I couldn't handle him in the studio. I was like, "You're a freak. You have to get the fuck out of here. Go do your vocals at home."

He lived in an apartment complex and I gave him this little mixer board and some headphones and a microphone that he could do his vocals in, on headphones. So nobody heard the music, they just heard him screaming at 3 in the morning, "Lou Ferrigno!" Loud as he could, waking up the whole apartment complex. It was this gated community condo and they voted to throw him out thinking he was a terrorist or something because, at 3 in the morning, they'd wake up to him screaming the chorus of "Lewd Ferrigno." He got thrown out of his house for doing these vocals, which I had to respect him for, because nobody could hear the music, they'd just hear him screaming into a microphone, repeating and chanting the same thing over and over again and not making any sense. They didn't understand he was recording music, they just thought he was going on some weird rant. It was awesome!

TP: Why do you live and work in El Paso, anyway?

AJ: It's like a real accident that I wound up here, but now that I am here, I will never leave. I will be dead and buried here. Maybe as you know, I lived in Chicago for 30 years and that's the only city I really, really like. I love Chicago. But here? It's amazing weather, real estate prices are so cheap -- I couldn't have the compound that I have here, in L.A. And I gotta say I love L.A., people think it's cool to bash it, but I love it. We lived in Venice Beach for like three years, me and my wife.

TP: That's a great place to live.

AJ: I love that place. But there's no way we could have what we have here anywhere near L.A. We'd have to go way the fuck north or way down south to get the kind of property we have here. We have a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful place. It's a gigantic compound with a recording studio, and people come to see us so we constantly have a stream of visitors and people from all over the world that are here and they stay here. And it's gorgeous, we have waterfalls and ponds and things in our backyard. Where am I gonna get that in L.A. for less than like $25 million dollars? Which, I don't have, sorry.

TP: And if you did, you would probably think of better things to do with that money, right?

AJ: Yeah, so here it's just really cheap real estate, really great weather and then you take the rest. The rest for us is, instead of hanging out on the [Sunset] Strip on a Friday or Saturday, we go the opera or we go to the symphony. The El Paso Symphony is great and we've actually donated a ton of money and equipment to them and we work with them whenever we need strings or anything like that on a record. That's our scene. Instead of going to the [Rainbow] or the Whisky on a Friday night and paying ten times the amount of money you need to live there just so you could say you were at the 'Bow? I'd rather be here and go hang out with the symphony. Which, by the way, party much more than fuckin' rockers.

TP: What? I don't believe that, actually.

AJ: No, really. Rockers are pussies. The country people and the symphony people party way harder than rockers. So rockers are pussies.

TP: So the string players are getting all strung out and shit?

AJ: Let's not go quite that far. But let's go with getting completely naked and running down streets.

TP: Having real fun.

AJ: Not only that, but somehow the people in the symphony always get absinthe. Rockers get stupid shit like coke and heroin, while the symphony goes for absinthe. I love to hang with the symphony crowd.

TP: As an artist that breaks ground, I think you do have to hang outside of your expected circles. Why would you just want to hang out with people who follow you?

AJ: You know, there's safety in numbers. Me, I'm in a completely foreign environment if I'm at the Rainbow on a Friday night. I completely feel ill at ease and nervous and weird. Some people live for that night at the Rainbow so they can hand out cards and talk about how they're gonna be in some cosmetic surgeon's son's band. It's no longer how great the music you write is, it's if you're on a retainer and a beeper.

TP: I understand you're not too fond of the computer, either.

AJ: I don't trust it. One solar flare, one meteor away from having no satellite communications, and then what are you going to do? I don't even like phones because I can't see you when I'm talking and I want to know [what you look like]. You work off of facial expressions and you work off of humanity and it's just all so cold to me. I'm kind of old school about it, but then I go into the recording studio and I'm using multi-million dollar equipment that I know exactly how to use and it's like being a 747 pilot.

TP: That's what I was getting at, like you obviously embrace technology in the studio.

AJ: Right, but not in my personal life. That's the last thing I want to be bogged down with in my personal life is a cell phone. Having someone call me while I'm driving so we can have a chat and I can wreck my fucking car or drinking lattes while talking on the phone and texting, that's just stupid.

TP: A woman was arrested last week for breastfeeding and texting on the phone while driving.

AJ: Oh God, is that a felony?

TP: I don't know, but it should be.

AJ: You know what's funny? I've had that exact same charge –– breastfeeding!

While all D&D characters begin as a collection of numbers (on paper, my Eladrin Avenger is 14,12,14,14,16,12) those numbers don’t mean anything without a story to bring them to life. Maybe it’s because I’m a writer, maybe it’s because I have an imagination that I’ve... more

While all D&D characters begin as a collection of numbers (on paper, my Eladrin Avenger is 14,12,14,14,16,12) those numbers don’t mean anything without a story to bring them to life. Maybe it’s because I’m a writer, maybe it’s because I have an imagination that I’ve always had to actively keep under control, but as long as I’ve been gaming, creating backstories for my characters has been as much fun – in some cases, more fun – than actually plunging them into a dungeon.

This comes from the backstory I wrote for Aeofel Elhromanë, the Eladrin Avenger I played for the most recent Penny Arcade D&D podcast. Though I have created hundreds of NPCs and dozens of PCs in my life, Aeofel was the first character I’ve created in about twenty years. As you are about to find out, I spent a little bit of time fleshing him out...

Two days’ journey from Mithrendain, beneath a thick canopy of leaves in the Forest of Astranz, there is a school, where, for countless human centuries, Eladrin have lived and trained, under Melora’s watchful eye.

Aeofel Elhromanë lived in this school for his entire life, devoting each of his 142 years to the service of Melora. He trained beside monks and clerics, and though he never saw battle firsthand, many of his instructors were veterans of the war with the Drow. He never knew his parents, but his fellow students were his House.

Eight nights ago, during the Court of Stars, the school was attacked by Goblin and Kobold raiders, lead by a human warlord. The school’s alarm, which had been silent for a generation, shook Aeofel and his brothers from their daily trance, and they ran from their quarters, ready for battle.

Aeofel dashed across the training grounds, ready to push the invaders back, but all he found was a trail of bodies –– attacker and defender alike –– from the school’s entrance to its shrine. Near the gate, a few warlords skirmished with kobolds, and wild magic crackled in the field beyond, but the attackers had fled the grounds.

His master, the great Avenger Immafen, stood beside the shrine’s entrance. His sword was slick with Goblin’s blood, and he breathed heavily.

“Master,” Aeofel said, “what has happened? Why were we attacked?”

There was no war. There was no reason. The school’s wealth lay in the knowledge it gave its students, and its power was in their training. Why would anyone attack? What could they possibly gain?

“They have taken the Crest,” Immafen said.

Aeofel gasped. The Crest of Melora was a powerful artifact.

Hours later, when the few remaining Kobolds and Goblins had been captured or killed, the surviving students and teachers gathered in the school’s arbor, where Lady Caelynna, an ancient Sword Marshall who was the school’s headmaster, spoke.

“We know that this attack was well-planned, and our captives prove it did not originate in the Feywild,” she said, her milky violet eyes shining with righteous fury.

A murmur of concern passed among the students. Entrance to the Feywild from other planes wasn’t impossible, but it was infrequent. Whoever lead the invasion was powerful, indeed.

“We do not know who took the Crest or why,” she said, “but should it fall to disciples of Ocrus, it could provide a disastrous bridge from the Shadowfell - or worse.

“All schools guard and hold a different artifact of great power within their walls. We were charged with protecting the Crest of Melora,” she said, her musical voice darkening, “and our failure has placed all Eladrin at risk.

“Many of you have never left this place, but you are our most powerful warriors. The fate of the Crest, and perhaps the fate of us all, is in your hands. You will gather with your masters, and follow their instructions.”

The arbor remained silent long after she left. Gradually, the gathered students broke and found their masters.

Immafen put his hand on Aeofel’s shoulder. “You will travel to the mortal world, at a crossing in the Winterbole Forest.”

“The mortal world is vast, Master. How will I know where to look?” Aeofel said.

His voice was kind and reassuring. “You are Eladrin, child. When the crest is near, it will call to you.”

Aeofel self-consciously gripped the hilt of his longsword. “What if I do not hear it, Master?”

“You will,” he said. “At the crossing, you must open yourself to Melora’s grace, and allow her to guide you. She will tell you where your quest begins.”

He took Aeofel’s hand, and gave him a small implement fashioned from dark Sennalwood into the shape of a shell. “Take this, and carry your House with you as you travel, my student.”

Aeofel closed his hand over it. “By Melora’s Grace,” he said. 

Immafen gazed, unblinking, upon him, for a long while. “By Melora’s Grace.”

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In the Winterbole Forest, far away from any path, there is a clearing among the oldest trees. At the center of this clearing can be found a trio of stones, just taller than a halfling. To those who are unknowing, they are little more than an anomalous monument, perhaps left by forgotten ancients, or deliberately built by mischievous children to confuse those who happen upon them. To those who would use them, though, they mark a fey crossing, one of many points where the boundary between the fey and mortal worlds is thin and passable to those who know the way.

Aeofel Elhromanë appeared in their center, in a crackling flash of azure light. He clutched his chest as a cry escaped his lips. He had never been to the mortal world, and feeling his House, his people, his entire land ripped away from him was a pain almost too great to bear.

“If I do not retrieve the Crest,” he reminded himself, “I will feel nothing but that pain for the rest of my days.”

He reached into his robes. On a strap around his neck, he wore the implement Immafen had given him. He held it now, and spoke softly.

“Meloratoh Ancien Ethlochmir. Fea galena sindath.”

Where there had been silence before, he heard the thundering of a river, and knew that it he would find it, several leagues away, through thick forest that would be unpassable, even to Sylvans. A gust of wind blew into his face, swirling leaves into his long hair, and around his face. A voice heard only by him whispered, “Fallcrest.”

With his free hand, he touched one of the stones. He could see the feywild within, the way a footprint remains on the beach, after the sea has washed over it. 

“I will not fail,” he said. “I will return the Crest, and I will punish those who stole it from us.”

He walked into the forest, and began his journey.

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Now I don’t think it’s reasonable to expect the average gamer to write a fucking novel about their characters like I do, but I love that D&D makes it possible if they want to. D&D is all about engaging your imagination and encouraging you and your friends to build a world and tell a story together. Because I knew exactly where Aeofel came from and why he sought out Acquisitions Incorporated, I knew how he would act in just about every circumstance. I knew why he carried the equipment he carried, why he cared about ridding the world of evil, and why those basic numbers were laid out the way they were.

Here’s a little insight into how I designed him, and why:

All of these stats are at 3rd level, so there’s plenty of room for him to grow and develop as he gains experience. Depending on a whole host of different factors, we may see Aeofel develop a stronger constitution, gain deeper wisdom from his travels, or even become more charismatic as he adjusts to life in the mortal world. As his player, I have some idea of where I’d like him to go, but I prefer to let his actions (via the choices I make during the campaign) shape his destiny. It’s important to me that there is a logic to how he grows, so that he remains a “he” who I genuinely care about, instead of an “it” that’s just a collection of numbers.

It's easy to create a character these days, and much faster than it was when I was a kid, but if you have some time and your imagination is willing, grab some paper and dice, sit on the floor surrounded by your PHB, DMG, and Adventurer's Vault, and take some time to get to know your character while you're creating him or her. Speaking from personal experience, it's well worth the investment.

It was just Wil Wheaton’s imagination, running away with him.

America may, in the very near future, be harboring a war criminal from justice. His name is George W. Bush. Maybe a few war criminals, in fact. Dick Cheney, Condoleezza Rice, Donald Rumsfeld and a few others. They sort of decided that if people weren’t wearing uniforms, they could be tortured and... more

America may, in the very near future, be harboring a war criminal from justice. His name is George W. Bush. Maybe a few war criminals, in fact. Dick Cheney, Condoleezza Rice, Donald Rumsfeld and a few others. They sort of decided that if people weren’t wearing uniforms, they could be tortured and other exciting stuff. Because of what they were wearing. You know, their clothes. It’s a fabric defense. Good luck defending that genius idea in a world court.

At some point, Bush will certainly be indicted.

Sure. We all know we tortured people and that many of them were probably innocent. The world doesn’t usually go for this sort of thing. The only way to possibly avoid an ugly black mark is if we take care of our own business, but that’s not going to happen because some Democrats in Congress were aware of and approved of the torture. So, it will come down to a world court, in which an ex-president of the United States will be accused and indicted for war crimes. Hold your heads high, Americans.

A trial will probably never occur, because the US doesn’t recognize the court at The Hague and would definitely block the UN Security Council from issuing an order. Also, we would never give him up. So, that will be good. We will then live in limbo until Bush dies. Many people across the world will want Bush and Rumsfeld brought to justice, but no such thing will occur. How's this for a future headline?

Sounds good, doesn't it? Totally warms my heart. America will be a country harboring fugitives for many years. There will be no getting over it, no getting past it, because there will be no resolution. It will be an awesome shame we will all live with everyday, that we can pile on top of our current heap, which includes The Jonas Brothers, Baywatch, that Hiroshima thing, the Shah of Iran and Mama’s Family.

As the years go by, we will learn more and more about the horrible, illegal acts committed by Bush and company. The evidence will mount. The disturbing truth will slowly be revealed and we will circle our wagons around the guy nobody seems to like, because he’s our guy we don’t like. You can’t not like the guy we don’t like. Back the fuck off.

He will remain with us and become our great shame until his death. He will be like a tumor, slowly eating away, but never killing us. We could cut the tumor out. I would actually prefer to remove it with a shotgun, but we won’t because we are weak. And we don’t really believe in the law and human rights, as we pretend to do. We believe in politics and not rocking the boat to avoid “the other party” from taking over. Meanwhile, this will eat at us every single day. Seriously, why don’t you let a wanted pedophile stay in your basement and see how it makes you feel? Bush tortured many people, and if a number of reports are to be believed, many died during torture. I’m pretty sure that’s a bad thing.

Bush is a criminal and we should allow whatever evidence is out there to be presented in a court of law. If we don’t, we can’t say shit about guys like Omar al-Bashir of Sudan. We are also going to spend a couple of decades feeling like total dirtbags.

So, that will be nice.


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Despite crashing and burning in a cloud of youthful excess at a point when they'd barely begun, Thomas Anselmi's first band of note, Slow, left an indelible mark on the Canadian music scene. The punk rock band are still considered to be one of Canada's all time greats, nearly a quarter century... more

Despite crashing and burning in a cloud of youthful excess at a point when they'd barely begun, Thomas Anselmi's first band of note, Slow, left an indelible mark on the Canadian music scene. The punk rock band are still considered to be one of Canada's all time greats, nearly a quarter century on from their all-to-brief heyday.

An infamous riot after a truncated gig at Vancouver's Expo '86 festival dealt the final blow to Slow. Anselmi regrouped with guitarist Christian Thorviston, forming alt rock band Copyright out of the carcass of Slow. For a while Copyright's future looking promising, but their much-vaunted six-figure deal with Geffen soon soured, and a subsequent sideways move to BMG failed to reinvigorate their fortunes.

After the demise of Copyright, Anselmi spent time in Berlin before settling in Los Angeles. Taking absolute control of his destiny this time, Anselmi self-funded his next project, Mirror. He spent three years assembling Mirror's self titled (and self-released) debut album, working in tandem on a multi-media live show to fully realize his vision for the project.

The album was produced by former Grapes of Wrath band member Vincent Jones, a fellow Canadian musician whose résumé as a hired gun includes albums by Dave Gahan, Sarah McLachlan and Morrisey. Anselmi was able to capitalize on Jones' impressive connections, securing a stunning performance from the Depeche Mode singer for Mirror's lead track. While such cameo appearances can often distract, Gahan's haunting performance on "Nostalgia" adds to, as opposed to detracting from, the whole -- Mirror's music being an atmospheric homage to a future now past.

Nicole PowersThis album is very different from the music you made in your punk rock days. How does one make the leap from what you were doing with Slow to Mirror? Musically there's quite a chasm there.

Thomas Anselmi: I guess just a few years ago I became a lot more interested in exploring music that was more familiar, and to create more of a dramatic, or a staging context, rather than it being a complete expression unto itself. I wanted to take music and use it more in quotations. I think that punk rock, and rock & roll in general, is very expressive, it's expressive of the person, it's sincere right? It's like a direct expression, and Mirror's not really that. These songs are more the soundtrack and part of an overall experience. They use familiar melodies in a way that manifests that experience -- to help that experience. It's really part of the whole show -- and that whole experience is a lot more punk rock.

NP: You talk about familiar, but in what way do you mean that? Do you mean there are melodic elements that can become familiar, or are you borrowing refrains from places that subliminally might be familiar?

TA: I think it's not so much that anything was consciously borrowed, or stolen, not so much that. It's just that specifically, as a songwriter, I've spent a lot of time in my music career trying to be innovative. And one thing that stuck me was watching the way [David] Lynch would use music in films; Rather than being innovative, the music was used in a way that was familiar. In other words, anything that sounded kind of challenging melodically, I got rid of. I made everything in a way like a lullaby.

NP: So in a way it's like the anti-punk record.

TA: In a certain way it's an anti-punk record, as such, but as part of the whole, the whole is not that. The whole is pretty taxing.

NP: It's a very expansive sounding album, a total soundscape which is orchestral in parts. You wrote the songs prior to creating the sound with producer Vincent Jones. What were you writing the songs on?

TA: I've written a lot of songs in the past where you write a part on piano or on guitar, most of this stuff came directly from the same melody, and was orchestrated around that. I would figure out what the chords were. I definitely wanted the album to sound very broken, like something far away, like almost the sound of something in the past, like the memory of a song you heard on the radio or something.

NP: Given that brief, how did Vincent fulfill that?

TA: He really understood it right away. Even before Dave [Gahan] sang "Nostalgia" we were talking about it, and I was trying to describe that feeling to him, and he said something like, "It's as if that future that we were promised around the Second World War, the dream of that future that never really happened." For instance something like synthesizers, you know, they sound so futuristic, but because of the way that, if you've been a music fan for a long time, synthesizers have also started to sound retro. They sound like the past as well. So it's this dream of the future that appeared in the past.

NP: How did the collaboration with Dave Gahan come about?

TA: Vincent played with Dave, and he sent Dave what we were doing and Dave really liked it, and we asked him to sing it. I really wanted something special for that song. I can sing that song, and it was kind of a natural song for me to sing, but, with me singing it, it didn't have that extra dimension that I was looking for. Of course Dave brought something I couldn't have been looking for. He has such an incredible style, but also there's the other part of it; it added something because of his history, and the fact that he is that to so many people, that a lot of people have so many memories that they attach to music that he's sung.

NP: That's the thing, it add a whole other ironic level. Did Dave appreciate the irony of it -- the Brits are big on irony.

TA: I never discussed that. But I think that the video made that a little bit clearer, that extra element to the song.

NP: The video is beautiful.

TA: Really? Thank you. I'm really proud of that. It took a hell of a lot of work. We really worked on that a long time.

NP: I heard that Dave was so cool, he even paid his own air fare to record the track.

TA: Yeah. Amazing! What a guy!

NP: I'm presuming the video was shot at a later date, how did that happen?

TA: Same way. We asked him, and, amazingly, he said yes. I just couldn't believe it -- that he said yes. I had an idea that I wanted to use in the show and in the video, because in the show we use a lot of video. I wanted to really make apparent that other element -- that we were just talking about with the song -- to lay bare the subtext of the song. Honestly, he just completely trusted us. We shot the whole thing green screen, my brother, Sean Starke, directed his performance.

NP: Where was that done?

TA: It was done in New York. And then I started just making video collages. Then we had the good fortune that a friend of a friend, Dane Smith, who is a producer of visual effects, his company worked on it, and they took those crude a approximations I was doing and keyed it in properly and made it look all beautiful.

NP: It is like a moving oil painting.

TA: That's very sweet. What you just said was exactly what I was trying to do with the collages, was to make it like an oil painting, so that's great.

NP: You talk about how the music grew out of a live show, but I understand you've only had about five performances. Are you going to be doing more live shows?

TA: Oh yeah. We're just putting together something right now. We're going to be in L.A. in the not too distant future, but we're just trying to figure that out. We've actually done quite a few more than five shows, but it's just that we do smaller things and bigger things. It's always this compromise between doing something that is either a small installation in an art gallery or a performance in a nightclub, verses taking a warehouse and decking it out, and making it what we'd really like to do, making it this immersive complete experience.

NP: You've been selling downloads of the album directly via your website, and I read in an interview that you made more in the first ten days of download sales than you did in your whole career with the major labels.

TA: But that doesn't account for what needs to be paid back, because you have to remember major labels paid for the whole record.

NP: But because you can self-finance records these days, because the production costs are so much cheaper, are the major labels almost an irrelevance now?

TA: I think that the game is changing, and that's very, very exciting. I think that you always need ideas, they're in very short supply, and I think that the fact that there's a lot more people putting stuff out there, in a way, it's become difficult to differentiate. Like what the hell is going on? There's so much stuff now.

I think major labels, obviously they missed a lot of stuff. In their twilight years they became very, very cautious and conservative. But I think there was a time, in the 70s and 80s perhaps and maybe even a little into the 90s but I don't think much, where major labels were actually nurturing artists -- it wasn't sink or swim immediately -- you had a bit of a window to develop.

NP: Did you ever feel nurtured by a major label?

TA: I never did you know. I was on Geffen and I was on BMG, and I was talking to this executive from Geffen, and he was just saying basically, when we were first signed to Geffen, we put out a couple of indie records before that, that was the shift, it was right at that point. And I guess a lot of other things happening that I wasn't even aware of, you know radio became owned by just a few companies, also the labels became a lot more conglomerate.

NP: Also, at the major labels, for all their corporate structure, it got to be more about the egos of a few key execs.

TA: [laughs]

NP: I know at Geffen you had some spats with David that were very personal.

TA: In a lot of ways Mirror was born out of this frustration. I've never really been able to accept, ‘OK, I've just spent a year on this record, or two years or something, and now someone's just going to start creating visual accompaniments, and creating the marketing plan and all that.’ And I was thinking back to when I was getting into stuff that was before my time really, but stuff that I loved, like David Bowie, Lou Reed, that stuff, where the whole project seemed art directed from the beginning to the end. It didn't seem as though anything was tacked on by someone else. If you went to see David Bowie, the marketing, the record, and the show and his look, all of it was this one thrust, and that's exciting, and I think that's what people have an opportunity to do right now, to control all that. That's exciting because I think that it's been a long time since people really had that experience of someone with that vision trying to tackle all that stuff.

NP: Control is very important to an artist, and going back to the end of Slow, it was very much out of your control, and very traumatic. What were the most vivid memories of that time?

TA: Honestly, the last record that I made with Copyright, we were signed to BMG, and I remember we were starting to make this record. I thought it was going to be the best record we'd ever made, you know, and the label, all of sudden I could see very clearly because I was an adult now, really the fear that was going on, with people just wanting to keep their jobs and all of that. If we didn't make a record that was going to be played on modern rock radio, then that was going to be a danger to somebody's livelihood, and everyone was pushing for the same thing. I just started to realize, I don't want that. I don't want to be responsible for that. I don't want to be on modern rock radio. I don't care about any of that. It doesn't make any fucking difference to me. Then I could see that what I had suspected the whole time, that if you take that money, you have to be willing to see it through.

NP: Well you certainly seem to have successfully stepped outside of the machine, and made it work for you.

TA: Yeah, it's pretty exiting. I get up in the morning and I'm happy to do what I'm doing, and that's the best -- the best, you know.



Above: "Nostalgia" by Mirror feat. Dave Gahan.

The Mirror album is available via Mirror.fm

In the late 60s I began to write for the LA Free Press. One of their writers, an underground icon who was still unknown to the mainstream at that time, was Charles Bukowski. This story recounts the time I decided to stop by his house. I'm not quite sure what I was expecting, but with Bukowski you... more

In the late 60s I began to write for the LA Free Press. One of their writers, an underground icon who was still unknown to the mainstream at that time, was Charles Bukowski. This story recounts the time I decided to stop by his house.

I'm not quite sure what I was expecting, but with Bukowski you can guess it turned out to be quite a night. We went on to become regular friends and drinking buddies until heroin addiction took me out of the world of human affairs for a number of years. When I finally came to one day, I was living in Rio de Janeiro and Bukowski was a dead legend.

This piece, which I'd like to share with you today –– on the anniversary of Charles Bukowski's death –– is an excerpt from my upcoming memoir, Scabvendor: Confessions of A Tattoo Artist.

–– Jonathan Shaw




Remembering Buk Part 3
By Jonathan Shaw

Stubby fingers pound away at an old Royal typewriter. Classical music is playing from a radio on a kitchen counter next to an empty whiskey bottle...Bukowski is sitting at a cramped breakfast nook by a window in his kitchen, wearing a wife-beater and boxer shorts, writing. He moves his head in a strange rhythm to the music, like a prizefighter, bobbing and weaving in a motion so subtle, only the benevolent spirits of his poetry respond...

He stops typing just long enough to fish a half-smoked cigar out of an overflowing ashtray, surrounded by a dozen empty Miller beer bottles. He shoves the cigar stub into his battered, junkyard face, lights it, and resumes his work. He hears a timid knock on the living room door...

"Go'waaay!" he shouts automatically, as he types on.

Several short raps on the window beside him get his attention.

"Who arrre yaaaa, whaddya waaant?" he growls.

"Hey, I'm sorry to bother ya," I say. "I write for the Free Press..."

Bukowski mumbles distractedly.

Standing on the dirty concrete porch, I talk to the window, playing my last card, "I got some beer..."

Bukowski starts to say something, then stops, editing himself. He surveys the empty beer bottles standing like little ghosts around his typewriter. Finally he speaks, in a weary, W.C. Fields-like drawl.

"Yeahh, alriiight... just hold onnnaa minnit." He pounds out a last line and stops. He grabs a dirty kitchen towel off the counter, throws it over his work, and gets up. The big man steps into a pair of ratty slippers and walks, slouching, across the little living room to the door.

I'm standing on the porch, looking down at the cement...hallowed ground. No welcome mat. Shivering nervously, shifting my weight from foot to foot, holding the heavy case of beer. It feels cold in my hands in the summer air that smells of cat piss and night-blooming jasmine. I hear classical music playing behind Bukowski's window. A baby cries and a television blares from apartments across the courtyard. A gunshot pops off in the distance...Awkward as a schoolboy on a blind date, I stand by the dirty screen door and wait...

Suddenly, the door opens and Bukowski's big, battered face is there before me. I'm standing in the presence of Genius...and it looks like it's about to knock me flat on my ass.

Without ceremony, Bukowski reaches into the cardboard box I'm holding like a temple offering. He casually extracts a can of beer and cracks it open. Without giving me another look, he turns and disappears into the little bungalow. My eyes scan the cement porch, my brown leather boots, the cuffs of my dirty jeans...

"Jeee-sus, kid, ya just gonna staaaand out there? Bring it in-siiiide," he drawls from the darkened room.

I step over the threshold.

Later, I'm sitting around a cheap coffee table covered with empty cans. An empty pint bottle of whiskey sits on Bukowski's end like a captured Queen in a chess match. A pile of my poetry sits out on the table between us. I reach into the empty cardboard box and crack open the last can of beer.

"Heeey, giii-me thaat", Bukowski protests. I ignore him, drinking the beer.

"Soooo, yer a wriiiiiter, haaah?" he says finally.

I pass the half-finished can over. Bukowski takes it and guzzles it down.

He burps.

"Weeeelll", he says, looking drunk and rather nasty now. "If yer a wriiiter, what ya do is ya wriiiite, get it? What ya don't do is sit aroooouund taaalking abooouuut wriiiting with other guys who wriiiite. You wriiiite. And then, ya wriiiite some moooore. That's it, baby. But... if ya got nothing to saaaaay, then youre just another bum with a ten dollar typer, with alotta taaaalk, and shit for braaiiins...And, to be brutally honest, Jono, yoooou impress me as a self-conscious punk who needs to do some liiiiiving..."

"Who you callin' a punk? Ya old fart...," I hear myself say, instantly regretting it. Too late...

"YOU! YA LITTLE CUNT LICKIN, FISH LIPPED MOMMA'S BOY. PUNK. PUNK. PUUUUUNNNNK!!!"

"Motherfucker," I yell, rising to my feet, fast, knocking beer cans off the table.

"Yeeeaahhh, I fucked your mother. And I'll fuck you too, fish fucker," Bukowski taunts, coming at me like a train.

Drunk and crazed, I take a swing at him and feel my fist connect with the rough, bearded skin of his face. Not phased, Bukowski clobbers me in the ear. I see stars. Now it's two of us, drunken poets, trading drunken blows. I taste blood in my mouth and keep hitting him, but Bukowski is getting the best of me, pounding away with those big, red, ugly mitts.

I crouch low, defending my face, and try to head butt him in the gut, but he grabs me like a bear, and we both wrestle to the floor, toppling over the coffee table which cracks and splinters. I'm rolling round on the dirty wall-to-wall carpet in a spinning chaos of beer cans, pages of poetry flying, pissed and gasping like some savage, lumbering beast of old, an ugly, deformed, drunken puppet, breaking everything in it's terrible path...

Finally, breathing hard, bloody and sweating we both stop, laughing hysterically...

"Geeeeez, kid," he says finally, "Ya fiiiight just liiike a giiiirl I useta fuck in a toiiii-let..."

"Was that before, or after she shit in yer mouth?" I snap back.

"Shit, I shiiiit bigger than you... Look at my beautiful cofffeeeee taaa-ble. You oooowe me for that, ya little shit..."

We end the night sitting on the floor, drinking, trading insults, reading poetry, and toasting to each other's speedy demise as the sun rises, emerging like a punch-drunk sea monster over the smoggy purgatory of Bukowski's doomed Los Angeles...



(c) Jonathan Shaw 2009.

Jonathan Shaw began writing as a contributor for the LA Free Press in the late 60s. In the early 70s, he trained as a tattoo artist in Long Beach under the legendary Bob Shaw. He opened his own joint, Fun City Tattoo, in 1976 in New York's East Village. After traveling the world extensively as a tattoo artist and managing editor of tattoo magazines, he retired from tattooing in 2001, moving to Rio De Janeiro to begin his next chapter as a full time writer. His first book, Narcisa: Our Lady of Ashes, is available from Amazon.com. To read more of Jonathan's writing check his blog at ScabVendor.com. You can also follow Jonathan on Twitter @jsfuncity.

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