Posts tagged ‘music’

Living on the edge of a slippery slope with good intentions

All those phrases people use. Nuts. First, I’m pretty sure the pathway to hell is not paved with good intentions. Second, of course it’s a slipper slope. Third, I’ll address the edge business even though it isn’t technically one of “Those phrases”. I find this phrase to be…lame. It’s something I picture hearing a “supposed risk taker” in an 80’s flick saying to a dweeb that he needs to exploit. Also, hello Aerosmith. Bon Jovi was livin on a prayer. To both I say, death to the tyrants! Bon jovi is so close to James Taylor on my crap list that they could do a pound…if either of them was cool enough to do such a thing…which they aren’t.

Also, punctuation rant. I am the queen of the over-use of the period…………Why you ask? In all honesty, I feel like pausing is a vital aspect of speaking….and the other punctuation just isn’t cutting it. However, tonite was an exclamation point type of nite. Why you ask again? My, aren’t we inquisitive this evening? (Questions answered with questions are awesome. eg. “What’s with you today?”  “What’s with today, today?”) Some of you got that. Some of you didn’t. I weep for those who are staring at that reference blankly. I said blankly and had a flashback to Blank Man. That was a sad two seconds. Damon Wayans, the saddest of the wayans brothers solely because of that voice and big bald head of his. Although, no matter what others say, I did kind of love Earth Girls Are Easy. Mock me all you want. I care not. “A UFO landed in my pool and they captured me but we made friends and I fed them Pop-Tarts and they’re here now but Ted’s coming home tonight so we’ve got to cut their hair.” Wait, now that I think about it, Damon had the best roles of the Wayans….so maybe life compensated him for the voice and bald head.  Hmm, who knew life was a philanthropist. Oh, back to the topic at hand, punctuation! That’s right, exclamation point! Because after all, an exclamation point is just a period that can bungee jump…or commit suicide. One is definitely more bleak. I’m more of an under-score girl myself. You know, out of the way. Not like 6 feet in the ground out of the way. However, if the exclamation point is doing itself in….   !  ->  _     If p then q, people.  Rambling. Moving on.

Different realm of rant. Kids and sickness. Now, I’m not a doctor, but it seems to me that kids are doing this whole sickness dealy a lot more often lately. I mean granted, I wasn’t tallying how many kids were out when I was in school, but I know that I was rarely ever sick. Now, that’s not because I was some freakishly healthy child. So, my assumption is that there is some other reason why kids are ALWAYS sick. My kid, yea…sick…again. Is the plague starting up again or something? Did I miss the memos being tacked to our front doors about the black death? My phone is a little shoddy at times, so maybe I’m missing the state alerts or something. I know when there is a tornado watch I get the announcements. Is it a low budget issue? It seems to me that there are a couple other programs that could have gone first before disabling the hotline for plague awareness. I also know that the Toll booth on 95 near our house is like $5 a pop also and I figure that alone might cover the alert system. I mean, fifty million cars piled up, waiting to cram through those tolls at $5/car = cha ching. Just saying. Where was I? Oh, kids get sick a lot. End rant. P.s. I don’t really believe an apple a day does anything to keep the doctors at bay. Sounds like a scheme by apple growers, if you ask me. Truly, end rant.

Tattoos? To be or not to be, that is the question. I’d love to get some. AAAAAnd at the same time I’m a big wussy. Then I remind myself of people I have known that have tattoos and think…if they can do it, boy George, so can I! (see what I did there? Accident…but I’m not fixing it.)I don’t know how George is, but apparently he was a doer.  No, there will be no roses, no chinese symbols, no freaky little cherubs or vines crawling anywhere. There will be nothing in shades of pink or written in curvy little sparking letters with stars. I’m so very picky.  But I’ve got a plan. And no, you are not privy to it…or my inner workings. I like to keep it on the D.L. Piercings, however, I do not think are in my future.

I probably won’t have any shows to go to in the month of June (due to my trip) and that’s making me a bit antsy.  Mind you, there are two awesome BlackHAnd shows this month. First, June 3rd at JB McGuinnes in New Castle. Second, June 10th at Mojo 13. I will sadly be gone for both, but am sure they will rock the socks off your ever-loving feets, should you choose to accept this mission. We have a load of concerts this year though and not having one in June is disappointing. APC is in July though. I can make it, I can make it. Oh, except I have been informed that Josh Freese (the drummer) is not going on tour with them because he is drumming with Weezer. What the heck is that?!?!?! Seriously. First, A Perfect Circle hasn’t toured in what, six years…and he’s not coming along with them? That’s messed up. And let’s add insult to injury, he’s leaving them behind to tour with Weezer. Really?! Ok, now here is where I calm some of you down. Old Weezer = good. New Weezer = !  -> _     Refer to former segment on punctuation if you are having trouble.

And I’m done for tonite. Time to sleep and have some weird dreams. I watched a documentary on The birth of rock n’ roll, so I will probably dream about Jerry Lee Lewis or Chuck Berry or something. Buddy Holly was there, but if I dream of him, it will probably connect to my irritation with the whole weezer scenario and things might get messy. P.s. old blues= beyond awesome.
P.s.s  dreamt of taking pictures of ghosts last nite. Pretty sure they were playing simon says. Also, a friend was singing some emo/jared leto, I wear eyeliner and can’t see past my hardcore hair song while the pictures were being taken at a shindig. My dreams are on drugs.


Surprise, Surprise…May 21st and we’re all still here.

The ever amazing Clutch in all their glory played an incredible show as per…always. Bought some goodies as well. Always nice. Ooo and the Blast Tyrant re-release, which is stellar. Reverb was pretty cool. Got pretty close to the stage at points. However, they need to do something about their serious lack of air circulation in that building. By about 20 mins into the show, I am pretty sure there wasn’t a person in there who wasn’t soaked…and I do mean SOAKED. Well worth it for Clutch though. I’d still like to do another show there in the future. Here’s the set list and a little bit of entertainment to boot. Enjoy…I did.

Set List:

01 Intro
02 50,000 Unstoppable Watts
03 Pure Rock Fury
04 Power Player
05 La Curandera
06 The Mob goes Wild
07 Profits of Doom
08 Child Of the City
09 Immortal
10 The Soapmakers
11 Open up the border
12 I have the body of John Wilkes Booth
13 The Promoter
14 Gravel Road
15 Mice and gods
16 Animal Farm
17 Struck Down
18 Electric Worry
19 One Eyed Dollar
20 Encore Break
21 Basket of eggs (acoustic)
22 The Regulator (acoustic)

Audio Evolution

Feeling a tribute to all things musical coming on. The more shows and concerts we go to, the more I realize how much I missed seeing live music. I took a 5 year hiatus from concerts thanks to Ozzfest 2003, which left a more than bitter taste in my mouth. What a group. But then something happened. Michael joined a band. Naturally, I wanted to start going to his shows. While there, I had a mini-epiphany…a minipiphany if you will. The reason I stopped going to shows was because of the people attending…which wasn’t why I was there to begin with. I stopped going for all the wrong reasons. So now I am going for all the right ones. I’m there for the music. I’m not at a concert because the lead singer is hot, or I might get to shake hands with fame. I couldn’t care less about that aspect. Fame is fleeting, looks are too. Music is infinity. What and who a person is changes. A song, however, remains in tact, exactly what it was 5, 10, 50 years ago. I’ve realized in my music evolution (and it’s been an embarrassing ride at times) that I look back at stuff I listened to and grimace. It’s not the music that has changed though, it’s me. It correlates with my evolution as a human being. I look back and cringe at how I was in high school. I think we all do, or at least sort of should. We were fickle, naive, illogical..which is exactly what my music tastes were at times. Your music tastes say a lot about the person that puts that cd in the player ( or chooses a song on the mp3 player, to keep up with the technologically savvy).  My music evolution, much like the defining of my life has been a bumpy ride. I started out with the rebellious, loud, improper and transitioned into the mellow, relaxed, calming tunes. Just like life, when I was younger I was free to do as I pleased .Then as a parent I was tethered to life, and it was calm and serene, just like my music. Now that my son is older and can do more for himself, I’m able to branch out on my own more and live a little more separate at times. My music tastes have come full circle, but have balanced. A little rebellious, a bit heavier, but still mixed with the tranquil songs that evoked stability and constancy.  While an in-studio environment provides a more technically “perfect” performance, I really missed the live experience, the unpredictable and spur of the moment sounds. And what’s even more unexpected was that I did miss the crowds. Turns up I was just at the wrong shows  in my music infancy. My first notice of this was at my first Clutch show following my concert absence. The crowd was alive, and completely enveloped in the music. There was a palpable camaraderie as well. Everyone was there for the music, not for a light show or to see the latest trends. I didn’t need anything signed or to get a picture with the band. That’s not why I was there. I don’t know the band, I know the music. I highly respect the band that made that music, but I don’t pretend to be on personal terms with them.

After my realization, I’ve decided that I am going to try to absorb as many shows as possible, my musical osmosis. There won’t be any more hiatuses or lapses in my presence at shows from here on out (if humanly possible) . I’m in it for the long haul. If you were to ask me why I love the music I do, I would tell you  genuineness.  It’s knowing that when a band, or singer stands on a stage or in front of a mic in a studio, that they feel what comes out. That’s what I get out of live shows. It’s standing in a sea of people taking in something tangible, something truly authentic. That’s what makes good music. That’s why I’ll be standing in the audience.

A rare Thursday nite that did anything but suck, courtesy of QOTSA.

Queens of the Stone Age set list, Electric Factory, Philadelphia. PA March 24th, 2011:

  1. Encore:
  2. Encore 2:
  3. The show was incredible. The crowd was anything but lethargic…except that top balcony in the back. Guess where I’m glad I wasn’t? You got it…top balcony in the back. We were decently close to the stage on the right hand side. There was a no smoking policy, but as soon as Homme ignored it…everyone followed suit. The floors were sticky, the air was smokey…and I couldn’t have cared less. Show was spot on. Opening band, the Dough Rollers was really good. Kind of rockabilly, bluesy, old rock. They were great musicians and genuine. I like the type of bands you can feel getting into their music. Good stuff. I’ll definitely be purchasing a cd in the near future.  I got in the wrong line for the pat down on my way in. The staff was like, “Get in the chick line.” However, the chicks patting down seriously looked like dudes…so a sign was needed.  Just stating the truth. Just confusing. We did make a wrong turn after the show and end up in Jersey…unable to turn around. Hello Camden. Hello, lots o’ cops. Goodbye Jersey, hello Philly…and a stop to Dunkin donuts for the second time that nite. *Insert boston creme donut into face here* The stars certainly aligned for this show. Ticketmaster just freakishly had tickets for sale on their site to the sold out show…two days before the concert. Michael had to call the day before the show to get them though because the site wasn’t working. We were able to get a babysitter that same day and there we were. If that’s not fate, I don’t know what is.  I didn’t take pics or video (didn’t want interrupt my music experience)…but enjoy a piece of their magic via someone else’s hard work.

The Road to recovery is littered with distractions and…ohh something shiny.

I think I’m just writing tonite. If you are all behaved little children, I may bestow on you a pretty picture at the end of my rantings and filler. This whole daylight savings thing seems to be an utter and complete was of my valuable time. I’m convinced there’s no purpose for it except to…wait, I’ve got nothing.  There is only one man who should control time, and that is none other than the one and only Doctor Who. I pity you if you are ignorant in the ways of the time lord. I’ll let is slip this time though because I’ve just displayed my geeky side and am hoping people forget that little detail about my inner workings.

Show last nite at Mojo was Awesome with a capital “A”. I do have to say, that that is one ridiculously small stage though. I felt bad for everyone because the lights were rather on the bright side as well. With all the beer and sweat that gets poured on that stage on a regular basis,  there’s no way that thing isn’t a petri dish of bacteria. C’est la vie. Everyone played well though, despite the cramped conditions and heat issues. Minus Francis’ slow motion moshing with no one during Iron Man, all was well in the world.  It was just like this…minus the water. Also, side note…must eat before going out. Rooms will spin. Ok, so let’s recap the night.


Jagger was doing his best hands impression in front of me
Corey Haim sung at one point.
aaaaand Francis Buxton angered the locals. No pitchforks or torches emerged though.

I found this little gem today. Time line doppelgangers…after horrific lifestyle choices.


El Chupacabra in his present form...


The vision of what's to come? If this comes to fruition...Chuey gets put down. He would want it that way.

Alright, so not as much writing as I originally supposed. I will leave you with this little tid bit I discovered. Life was weird in a whole different sort of way back in the day.

Advertisement genius.


well hello, ladies and gents…prepare yourselves.

I don’t know what you are preparing yourselves for…so best to prepare for all eventualities. End of the world? Make sure you’re on the up and up. End of the week? Make sure you get up to the Black Hand show at Mojo Main. Don’t  say you weren’t forewarned.

Alright. So let’s take on a subject I don’t really care that much about…but want to take on any way. Charlie Sheen. He gets his own sentence because he’s been in the lime light so often as of late. First off, it was Charlie Sheen that was dropped…not the Simpsons.  I’m being blunt and harsh…but it’s the only life I know.  Let’s break down his career and see if tears should be shed.

  1. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Three Musketeers, The Rookie, The Big Bounce…I’m willing to say are enjoyable. Two of which, he has side roles in. Big Bounce only gets to be included because of Morgan Freeman…so I’m not sure that really even counts.
  2. All Dogs Go to Heaven 2, Hot Shots one and deux, aaaand Scary Movie 4….really? Not great contributions to our time.
  3. Brother to Emilio Estevez

Ok, so I’m not sure why number three was listed. It just seems like that is something working against him..for obvious reasons. I mean think of all the incredible Emilio Estevez flicks you have seen in your life time. Go ahead, I’ll wait. What? Back already? That was a short trip to nowhere and back on the public transit of movie failures. But we’re not here to attack Emilio. He gave up and went home years ago..and we’re all the better for it. Thank you, Emilio for standing up and doing the right thing for your country. Now, back to Charlie ol’ boy..or should I say Carlos Irwin Estevez?  And how weird is it that his dad took on Sheen as an acting name  (taken from the reverend Sheen) and then his son and wife took on the name as well? Reality is starting to blur. It’s the D&D of name conundrums. I’m done with Carlos…for now.

So, I have this problem. I’m thinking of seeking help for it…well, ok, that’s not entirely true. I have like five bands that I listen to non-stop because they rock the socks off the competition. I’m the sort that can listen to a cd or watch a movie I love up and down, back and forward until I’m dreaming in DVD/CD formats. I’m not saying it’s healthy…but it’s a nice way to live. Michael is not this way. I think I drag him down with me. He will tell me to pick a cd to listen to and I always come back with the same 40 cds…without fail. Then he says something along the lines of, “We’ve got over 3o0 cds. Why do you always pick the same ones?” They’re just in my blood. It’s band loyalty. However, I do like to listen to other stuff. I just won’t be the one to pick the cd. Eg. I pick Clutch and QOTSA the most. Today I decided to mix it up and listen to…Them Crooked Vultures. Now, you might be able to see the humor in this. Never stray to far from the cd hive. I do need to get some new music though. I never find new bands I like these days. If you have any suggestions…feel free to drop them on me. Leave the speed punk, emo, 80’s metal, and pop at home though. I didn’t say country…but I assumed that was a given.

Hot Tamale

Well to begin…

I had to go away for awhile. Nothing like rehab. I just had to take some time off because…well you see, I…Crap. I’ve got nothing. I forgot to write on my wordpress because I saw something shiny. There, are you happy now?! Now let me be and stop guilting me. I am pretty sure that I just had my own internal guilt trip and no one else cared in the least because they didn’t notice I stopped writing. Shame on you all. Did you find something shiny as well? Turns up my “shiny” wasn’t all that impressive…metal bracket from a retainer. Hope yours turned out to be something better. So, start with Black keys. Been loving their last album insanely much. Not sure I feel the same about their older stuff. However, I will give it its fair chance to run the gauntlet called my brain and see what my nerve center makes of it. I would like to say that I was looking through some random images on google for pictures for my entry and had the exact line “never gonna give you up, no matter how you treat me” ( from a black keys song and this image came up at the EXACT same moment. Hello, Rick Astley.

Between the extreme deja vu lately and insane amount of odd coincidences I have been having…life is getting very strange. I swear, I will go to check my phone and a message will pop up, I will be singing something and see the lyrics or see something connected to it, say the same thing at the same time as someone. Eerie I say..and useless. Wonderful. I have been watching the new Doctor Who on another completely different note. I do not believe Matt Smith has replaced my David Tennant…but I accept him and promise to not let it hinder my Who-ing experience. He is actually still quite spectacular. I promise…not a word more on the Doctor…for now. Halloween is fast approaching and Michael and I are going to be at one of his shows that nite. I had a few ideas for Halloween costumes…but that fell through and apparently now I am going as nothing. It’s a lot like something only a lot less. Promises to be cheaper and not as time consuming. Also makes me less likely to stick out in a crowd…unless that crowd is fully costumed. Sore thumb, here I come! Moooooving on. Bovine humor. No, I never thought it was that funny  either, that is unless you are in grade school and reading one of those horrid joke books that you think is hilarious but no one over the age of 10 could possibly come with you on. I look back on those books and can’t believe I adored them so (eg. in a dark, dark room). I bought that for Emery in a thrift store. The reason I loved it so was because there was a story about a girl who always has a green ribbon wrapped around her neck. She got married and all that jazz and on her death bed her husband asked her to take it off. Below I posted why I loved this so. Made me laugh every time. That final abrupt…but to the point. They knew they would be dealing with 7-12 year olds who would be distracted by those shiny objects previously mentioned. Emery is not ready for this particular book…at this juncture.

Moral of the story, boys and girls…some secrets may be good to keep from your spouse…and may keep your insurance claims down as well. Ponder on that in this day of sky rocketing premiums and co pays. I think her husband was all the better for not knowing, eh? Indeed.

Random: This is what I picture my college years may have looked like had I gone…and Gwen Steffani had been my roommate.

Apparently, Taylor Swift went there also…I can’t seem to get away from that alien.

This creeps me out. Coincidentally…the doll in the first pic is named “Jenny”. Her head is going to fall off any second. Wait for it…