One of my goals for the new year was to start a local music e-zine, where I could publish review and interviews of some of the great talent in Bay Area.
This is what I have to start with.
I will add more as the months go on, and eventually give it a name, and make a MySpace, or pod cast, blog spot or paper zine or something. It would be nice to do it all!
Now I'm not sure if this one really counts, because I showed up just as the bands were loading out. It was at a tinny tiny lil hole in the wall record store in Alameda, and it was raining really hard. I just hope it wasn't the last show they plan to have there.
I was feeling really shitty, but lookin pretty. Cracked a 40, and got ready to get dirty.
This was another one of those situations where I showed up to the club alone, but ended up seeing a lot of people who I really love, and driving away with a dog and a car full of homies.
This was my first time seeing Nihilist Cunt play since I had quit the band. They had to start their set without the bass player, Ryan, one of my best friends in the whole wide world. He made a grand stoned entrance three songs into their set and plugged in his amp. It was clear that the rest of the band did not appreciate it at all. I'm not going to talk any shit, out of respect, but they should really try practicing more.
Short Attention Span was killing it. Never before did I think moshing in heals would be a good idea, but fuck it, those guys fucking tare it up! And they are hella rad. You gotta see 'em live. Agro Crag and Side Affects were awesome and crazy. Went to a party after with those nuts, and had a blast, and passed out before things got to gay. (Don't even ask.)
I had a lot of fun at this show. I showed up alone, thinking that I was not going to know anyone there, and end up feeling really awkward. But as it turned out I saw a lot of people that I knew from running DreamLand. PLAN9 is my all time favorite tribute band. I am a total Misfits fiend. My very first show EVER was PLAN9 at the Gilman back when I was 13. It was a wonderful way to relive a bit of my childhood days.
Now here is some new ModiFUCKations, that I have not yet gotten around to updating.
My Lucky Dice.
Star Power!
My lil spider buddy. I wanted him to look as real as possible, so when people saw him they would freak out and say, "Oh My God! There is a HUGE spider on your foot!"
I got my tattoo pierced!
I let my friend who was apprenticing at a shop I was working at pierce my webbing. If there is one thing I would never get pierced, it's my tounge. Don't get me wrong, i can appreciate them on other people, but I could not live with a steal bar in my mouth. That and you cant smoke while it's healing. FUCK THAT!
Not only did he stab the inside of my mouth a million times because he was too careless to put a cork on the tip of the needle, I had to beg him to take it out after i was sick of it 5 minutes later.
My first self inflicted tattoo. There is a story behind it, and if you are lucky, maybe one day I will explain it. (Oh and yes I DO have a foot fetish.)
