Notes From the Underground

New column today! Fuck yeah. I wrote about some weird experimental stuff this time, much of which has at least some metal influence. I'll be the first to admit that I'm hardly a metalhead, but the more I learn about music, the more I realize that almost every genre in the world contains some really great bands and interesting ideas that I wouldn't be exposed to if I were all "pssh, I only listen to _______." Read it and click the links, most of them take you straight to a myspace page where you can hear what I'm writing about. It may not all be your cup of tea, but I guarantee you'll hear at least a few sounds you've never heard before, and to me, that's pretty exciting. As per ushe, discussion goes in the comments section. Go start a fight with Rubbersoul.

Hunter from Liturgy is usually far too metal to take cute pictures, but I cajoled him into taking one with me, cause OMG, two Hunters. One real and one pretend. Then again, what's real, man? In to-to, it's pomo.



Can you tell which is which?

I got more tattooing done on my arm. I've actually had more color done since this pic was taken. Also, I bought a onesie. I was skeptical of the garment at first, as I think onesies should be reserved for athletic sports and little kids, but Calamity got me to try it on and it instantly bonded with my body, becoming a second skin of sorts which I don't suspect I will shed until the end of the sumer.



And here is a crappy photobooth taken post-tattooing (I'll post more pics when the whole thing is done). Getting my elbow shaded while PMSing was a bad choice. I may or may not have cried during it. Because I am so metal.



I'm so sick of all this hair on my motherfucking head. When my apartment's trying to cook me, I just wanna shave it all off.

Here's a fun one of my new co-worker and me at a Cutter/Birthday Boyz show. She claims to have enjoyed herself but the lens says otherwise!



Sometimes I think that's a good metaphor for my life. "No,...

Notes From the Underground

New column today! Fuck yeah. I wrote about some weird experimental stuff this time, much of which has at least some metal influence. I'll be the first to admit that I'm hardly a metalhead, but the more I learn about music, the more I realize that almost every genre in the world contains some really great bands and interesting ideas that I wouldn't be exposed to if I were all "pssh, I only listen to _______." Read it and click the links, most of them take you straight to a myspace page where you can hear what I'm writing about. It may not all be your cup of tea, but I guarantee you'll hear at least a few sounds you've never heard before, and to me, that's pretty exciting. As per ushe, discussion goes in the comments section. Go start a fight with Rubbersoul.

Hunter from Liturgy is usually far too metal to take cute pictures, but I cajoled him into taking one with me, cause OMG, two Hunters. One real and one pretend. Then again, what's real, man? In to-to, it's pomo.



Can you tell which is which?

I got more tattooing done on my arm. I've actually had more color done since this pic was taken. Also, I bought a onesie. I was skeptical of the garment at first, as I think onesies should be reserved for athletic sports and little kids, but Calamity got me to try it on and it instantly bonded with my body, becoming a second skin of sorts which I don't suspect I will shed until the end of the sumer.



And here is a crappy photobooth taken post-tattooing (I'll post more pics when the whole thing is done). Getting my elbow shaded while PMSing was a bad choice. I may or may not have cried during it. Because I am so metal.



I'm so sick of all this hair on my motherfucking head. When my apartment's trying to cook me, I just wanna shave it all off.

Here's a fun one of my new co-worker and me at a Cutter/Birthday Boyz show. She claims to have enjoyed herself but the lens says otherwise!



Sometimes I think that's a good metaphor for my life. "No, this is gonna be awesome, trust me...!"

I think I'm about to start a crazy screamy dance band and a joke rap group. WTF? I'm super cereal. Watch this space.

I've been getting emotionally antsy again. Being able to get laid whenever I want to has lost its novelty. I wanna go on a nice date with a nice dude who is cute in a nerdy way, likes noise rock and my cooking, and whose intelligence makes me want to read more so I can argue with him. I am starting to think I need to move to Austin or Portland in order to do this. Dudes around here suck when you try to date them, even the ones who are awesome to be friends with. Oh wellz! Music is my boyfriend now. Summer=free shows=life will be ok.

Bite ya later!



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