You got some kick ass shit

Turns out there's a blog called In Noise We Crust. Whoa that is good name for ... um ... well ... just about anything. My daughter's first name is definitely gonna be that In-Noise-We-Crust Talihan. I mean either that or Mary.

When was the last time this lady had a new idea? Oh yeah this was it and it was awesome

Beatiful Babies

Hey, so, you know, how people like really like babies. Like people will smile and talk to babies without a second thought. People will be walking down the street and people will just waive and flash a big shit-eating grin at them. And even if they are a little shy about saying 'what up' to the baby, they would smile to themselves as if to say "fuck, just seeing that baby's baby-ass face made me happy." Nobody smiles and waives at me, fucking babies get all the breaks. Now don't get me wrong I'm not anti-baby, I fucks with babies. Some are cool. For instance when my nephew was a baby he was super rad and he made me smile endlessly. I mean we are still totally bffs (best fucking friends). We always play a game called superboy but it's not like that extra gross song ... it jsut involes me picking him up and throwing him around. But like most babies and kids I'm just kinda like 'meh.' I don't mind them but they don't blow my mind or whatever ...

However I can emphatize with that feeling. I feel it when ever I see kids at punk rock shows. I mean when I see those kids limbs just start flaling around and screaming into microphones, it makes me smile unknowningly. It's a beatiful thing. The other month me moti, and ben went see fucked up twice in a week (and honestly I was kinda pist I didn't attend the third show of the week). And my homeboy todd p comes through and tells the kids to behave and not smoke outside, and its all very sweet, ya know. Like DIY or FUBU, you know. So Pink Eyes, who, by the by, is the fucking balls, gets on stage and is like "TEAR THIS PLACE UP DOWN ... but like in the most respectful way possible." Like how sweet is that?!! ... these kids come thru to some slightly skechy part of Brooklyn to just kinda go off, and some random dudes work hard to make it happen. I mean that's just plain lovely. It just makes you feel good, you know, like when you're in love, or give to the poor, or when rusty cage comes on in a bar out of nowhere. It just kinda made me realize i know th feeling when people look at babies they have no relation to and just smile to themsleves... but then again it's sometimes just really d-u-m dumb

Ps the duders they show at 23 seconds are like so fucking good looking i don't what to do with myself.

Danzig Live: The Socratic Method

Wait, what day is it? .... so I guess September didn't really work out.

Back in October me and Benny boy Felton went to see the 'zig (Felton's pharse). Here is my response using a form of philosophical inquiry in which the questioner explores the implications of others' positions, to stimulate rational thinking and illuminate ideas.

Was I into the opening band?
Not so much ... maybe as like a goof or whatever.

Was Danzig fan-fucking-tastic at Roseland last month?
Yep.

Does the dude have a set of pipes that made me visably aroused?
Yep.

Is he balding?
Yep

Does he have a big ol gut?
Yep

Was he wearing a mesh shirt?
Yep

Did look stupendodus?
Absolutley

Was this the dude that played drums?

Yep

Is that dude the balls?
Yep

Did Tommy Victor of Prong play guitar?
Yep

Did he engerneer the best Sheer Terror record?
Yep

Did he produce the worst too?
Yep

Was the crowd a the show terrible?
Of course

Did a some fistcuffs break out?
Yep

Was I into that?
Nope

Is Roseland the worst for stopping the show at Midnight on the dot?
Yep

School's Out for Summer

So me and Felton have decided to give it a rest for a bit (if you hadn't noticed). We are gonna be back in September.

My advice to you is to watch this multiple times a day until that time comes.

Danzig- Home Video Complete
Uploaded by domchimic

Um ... What?

A while back i got the album hidden world by the band fucked up. I liked it when i first got and it has grown on me more and more as time progresses. But after reading this on their blog they are easily my favorite band in known human history. I guess they are coming out with a record on matador ... consider it purchased.

Also, John Reis ... let's go halves on a baby.


Fucked Up - No Epiphany
Fucked Up - Year of the Pig (US 7" Edit)
Fucked Up - Royal Swan

Night Marchers - Whose Lady R U

Coming Clean

hey hey duders
So lately I've come to a very sad realization, pop punk is my favorite form of music. I mean I could lie to you and pick some Brazilian pop band or church-burning metal band championed by vice magazine(although i have to admit i read that book a couple years ago ...shit was kinda ill).

However, the god's honest truth is, the following are of my favorite songs of all time. Don't worry I feel nothing but shame and bitter self-recrimination.

Smoking Popes - Need You Around


Alkaline Trio

Ain't No Party Like a Trons Party; Cause A Trons Party Don't Stop

Independence Day. Ahhhh. What a joy it is to live in a free country. In between chugging them beers and facing them apple pies, take a second to remember that -- oh shit, I'm getting a text. Hold on a sec...I forgot what my point was.

CIAO!



-Lucia

You Know What's Kinda the Funniest Shit in the World?

Hardcore

I'm Only Happy When People are Making References to the Band Garbage

It's been raining all morning here in Brooklyn. Makes me wish I lived with my band (or that I was in a band) and we ate pot cookies and jammed all day, breaking often for snacks and smoothies.

Instead I revisit this lo-fi beast (that's actually not lo-fi) on repeat for what may end up being all day:


Later. I'm going to clean my disgusting kitchen now.

-Lucia

So Real

Did you know that in the underground, integrity lies within? Me neither, but apparently it does. I guess I first heard about this in high school, when I first heard this song -- then I never heard about it again. What am I talking about?

Anyway, here's the point: '90s hardcore. I can't get enough of it and Sick of it All (SOIA) were pretty much as good as it got for me. What great attitudes those bros had. I remember seeing them on the Warped tour (It was the first one! With Quicksand! Leave me alone!) and some people started shouting our requests. The fellas pretty much just ignored the crowd until Lou Koller (i.e. one of the greatest men of all time) decided to respond. He started off all serious, sounding kinda pissed off. In a quiet tone he says something like, "Now, how long have you been coming to see us? After all this time, you should know by now (then he raises his voice) we don't do fucking requests!" It was weird for a second because he immediately followed this claim by saying, in the most playful of playful tones, "I'm just kidding. I don't want anyone to kick my ass or anything." It was crazy. It was like that scene in that movie where you think the dog is going to bite down on the guy's hand and then he licks it. Know what I'm talking about? Whatever. Also in that show he said, "We've been doing this for a long time now. But for those of you who've never seen us before, let me just tell you (and then he screams) WE CAN'T SING!!!" Pure comic genius.

This is how it's done:

Things I Like About Josh Homme:

1. Absolutley Everything

Member of the Peanut Gallery:
Some journalists & citizens on the internet & are wondering: Q? Am I a homophobe because I included a slang for gay in with other "acceptable" curse words during a verbal lashing I gave a young concertgoer, after being hit by his shoe, during a show the other day? A= Nope. My gay family & friends, as well as myself, KNOW I am not a homophobe. For years now I've known gay is not a choice; one's skin color doesn't determine one's intelligence level; & red hair doesn't mean you're someone's stepchild. You see, it's not the words, it's their intent. I never said, nor suggested, that being gay is wrong, but apparently, based on your outrage to my flu-infused rant, you do! By that logic... I also told that young whipper snapper I'd have anal sex with him... how can I possibly reconcile these opposing viewpoints? I called him a pussy too. Does it mean I hate our one worlds' collective vagina? I never have been nor intend to be politically correct. That's your cross to bear. To me, that PC world would suck more shit than the porta-potty truck at Glastonbury. Homophobic? I'm in Queens of the Stone Age for crissake... You say, "So. Your band name doesn't prove anything." Maybe not. But it's a helluv a lot more definitive than the logic of some watchdog... (sorry canine-American, canine-European, canine-African, canine-Australian & canine-Asian) moralist, keeping score from pure perfectionville? If your glass house is squeegeed that clean & you need to do something, do what the great philosopher Bill Hicks once suggested: - forgive me-. Or don't. I'm not asking for either, OK? I think you should let both of your cheeks go loose so the stick will drop out. Either way I expect that you'll soon find another injustice from your chair, then roll to your bullhorn & point it out to the rest of us... Because you're so above it all. Or If you'll allow me to translate a wish of mine into your PC lingo:

PC lingo:
Will you please go have consensual, sex with yourself.
Pretty please with all natural, carbon offset sugar on top.

Sincerely,
Mr. Missundastood
A.K.A. Joshua, Baby Duck, Jho
Head Choreographer & Do Stuff Corporation's pansexual spokes-thing

Plus the guy had "beef" with tim armstrong. how fucking good is that? On a scale of 1 to 20 it's a 57. That's how good it is.

For my main man peanut

Apparently, I'm a Neo Luddite Who Loves the MSG Network

So this post is gonna be real trite and/or banal. What am I, an English Professor?! It is about my love/hate relationship with music and the interweb. The love is part isthat i got this nugget free of charge. The downside was how "stupid" easy it was. I mean not to sound like an old kook at 28 but once upon a time you had to "find" a record. Even before that step you had to know about it. I spend hours nerding out on reading the "thank yous" at the end of albums to discover some new shit to escape my feels to ... um ... i mean rock out to.

It was like a process to get a record. The payoff, when you finally found that record after months and months of searching for it felt as though you had really accomplished something. Now you type a word (you don't even need to spell the word correctly) and bam: free music. I mean I like free shit was much as the next guy, and i have heard way more records cause the the interweb but some it just makes you feel ...well... kinda lame, no?

However I think TVs are the fucking shit! Last week I came home tired as balls and was looking for something to watch (besides the never ending bad news machine that is the new york yankees) And I watch this fucking gem of a TV program on the MSG Network (Duck Folan)

XMemorial Day WeekendX

I decided that the best way to celebrate the dead soldiers last weekend would be to take a little break from what's left of this (yawn) city.

First I decided to stay up until 4am on Friday dancing and drinking beer out of Styrofoam (much to my friend Dave's dismay -- something about mother earth) which made the drive up to the country the next day kinda rough. That is, until we got the old ipod rolling and I rediscovered my favorite music (well second favorite) -- the mighty JUD JUD.

Now, I'm sure you’ve read about these dudes on other blogs so I am merely here to remind you that this is the best band that ever was. They did acapella versions of hardcore songs by repeating the word "jud" (is "jud" a word?) over and over and over again. How fucking good is that, you ask? Well the answer is, it's really fucking good. They do spot-on version of every "type" of hardcore song. And, as those of you who were ever into hardcore know, there are only "types" of hardcore songs. I think most of the clever kids out there today just listen to a song or two and laugh. Me? I rock the fuck out to it on the subway. You know why? ‘Cause I haven't forgotten two things: the struggle and the streets. And, I've managed to avoid doing a third thing: selling out.

Go to the WFMU site and cop some songs, broham.

p.s. I ended up having a killer time Upstate. Although, honestly -- I smoked so many cigarettes. Somebody really needs to put me on punishment.

Belchertown in The House

It's gonna be obvious kinda soon that I much prefer the 90s to this asshole decade we've got going on here. So why dissapoint?

I spent a lot of time listening to the radio growing up and whenever this song came on my Mom would change the station 'cause it was too provocative:


Whatever, dude. I don't think that was called for. There was basically one decent radio station in my hood that gave us local hoodrats a decent education. But those kids have grown into total "nurses aides". And by that I mean they're all nurses aides.



-Lucia

Spring Theme

So the other day I'm sitting around reading my own posts (which I do -- a lot) and I rechecked out a link to a video of a little group of juggernauts I like to call Steely Dan. Holy shit, dude, are these guys the best-fucking-ever or what? I'm not sure if Talihan will fully support my love of these dudes, yet, but he will in time. I used to hate them when a friend of mine in college tried to turn me onto the Aja record. I was like, "bro -- how can you like this garbage? It's like smooth jazz for aging hipsters that are too wimpy to still do coke but wanna feel alive again." My friend was like, "There's one thing about Steely Dan you need to get past in order to like them. I can't articulate what it is but it exists and once you get past it, brother, the future is glorious."

Well, my friend was right. I'm not sure what that one thing is, but it really is there and I definitely got past it. I love these guys and am definitely contemplating shelling out 54 bones to see them in a few weeks. I mean, come on? You gots to be doing something right if you play a type of music that you yourself proudly categorize as "jazz-rock" and still come off as two of the toughest dudes of all time.

Anyway, it's Sunday, the weather is, as we say in the industry, fucking fantastic and I'm about to go to a rooftop cookout. What's my point? This song is in my head right now as my own personal soundtrack to the day. Spring is almost over and summer is up next, bitches. Let's get drunk before 2pm -- not kidding.



P.S. Jeff "Skunk" Baxter? I believe it's pronounced "yes-fucking-please."

p.p.s. Chevy Chase was their first drummer. No shit.

This Post is so Hip Right Now, I Think I'm Going Blind

So the other day I was bs-ing instead of studying for this final I had -- studying is kinda for the birds – and, not surprisingly, I was fucking around on youtube. Somehow this lead to me coming across the following gem:

Dude says approximately 47 fall-down funny things in this song. My personal fave being "That music really turns me on, maxes me out." This lead to me peeping a bunch of Girls Aganist Boys videos and spending the next day on some myspace page. So, I might have to take an airplane to Europe this weekender to catch a show of dude's new band. But then I thought about it and was kinda like, do i really need to hit up Bruges AGAIN? That'd be, like, my fourth trip this year. (Have you ever had the pizza in Bruggles? Well, lemme tell you it's amazing.)

It made me kinda sad actually ‘cause when GVSB actually existed I was never much of a fan. Basically I blew it. This, of course, is no shocker since I made a lot of mistakes in my youth. And hey let's face it -- adulthood hasn't been a shinning success either.

Apparently I actually did see GVSB as an adolescent. Ben reminded me of this fact but I have no memory of it whatsoever (truth be told i remember very little). But all i got to say to you Scott McCloud, you gorgeous bastard you, is hey -- that's what you get for playing before David Yow. The dude blows people off the stage for a living.

Sensitive Shreddin'

Hey gang-- guess what time it is. It's time for ol' Ben to get down on his knees and give some '90s indie-rocker the proverbial blow-j. Look out!

So -- who are the lucky bastards this time? I'll tell you.

As we all know, the good people at All Tomorrow's Parties (ATP) have been slaying us with not just reunions but performances of classic albums in their entirety. The Melvins did Houdini, we all know about Mudhoney doing Supperfuzz and recently they got Polvo to get back together to destroy the living daylights out of us. But why stop there? It was recently announced that ATP will be taking their festival to New York where Polvo, some other band who hasn't played in a while and, dudes of all dudes, Built to Spill, are going to throw down. But Built to Spill aren't just playing -- they'll be performing a certain little record called Perfect From Now On. If you're not aware of that album's power, you are either deaf or unborn. If you are aware, well, then you have a pulse.

Unfortunately, you have to be a Roc-A-Fella to afford tickets to that festival but fortunately Doug Martsch and his team of bros will be taking this on the road and you know that Talihan and I will be seeing them at Terminal 5 in September. What's that? Who's opening? Oh you know, just some little nobodies. What're their names again? Oh yeah -- Dinosaur Jr. and fucking Meat Puppets! Are you kidding me? That show is gonna be a damn monster. I feel like I heard that Meat Puppets will be performing II in its entirety. Either way, I will be put down.

But Built to Spill are definitely the biggest draw for me. The first time I saw them was on the second stage at Lollapalooza and all I really remember is that my friend Rami got, like, a migraine or something. The second time I saw them I had not only just gotten a haircut, but I also had all four wisdom teeth taken out days before and my cheeks were waaaayyy swollen. It made the top of my head look really small and the bottom look really big. What does all this mean? I guess I'm a little nervous about this show. But you know what? Fuck it! It's time to knock back some microbrews and get into a little good ol' beard-rock. Did I just write "ol'" for the second time in this post? You're damn right I did. Come on dudes -- let's kick it in the sun!

Mainlining That Local H

Hey, I'm Lucia, and I'm famous...okay, maybe not. So there's this song that pops back into my head every once in awhile. I was sitting at my computer on Sunday and I googled some of the lyrics I could remember, and then this came back into my life:

Not only does that video rule because the majority of it is just the dude cranking out some power chords with just his drummer in the background (who needs a band?) but because then I found out not only does Local H still tour, but they were scheduled to play Luna Lounge - three blocks from my house - that night! Course, I didn't go, because who gives a shit about Local H, but still.

-Lucia

If That's What They Call Normal Then I'd Rather be (Un)sane*

The other night I ended up at my buddy Dan's House. We drank some beers and burned one down on his porch, which is soon to be adorned with dart boards (this dude is kinda my idol) and there was some awful smell in his fridge. But that's neither here nor there.

So at first we were watching some cooking show where some Asian dude was carrying around some kind of mini- pterodactyl fish. I guess he was gonna cook it up. Shit was weird. So then we somehow switched to Jackass 2 with the mute on. My initial reaction is to find those dudes kinda entertaining. I mean, I like to watch shit burn or get smashed or whatever -- I'm a grown ass baby like everyone else in my generation. And let's face it -- mean-spiritedness is funny. But sometimes I just get furious at those dudes. That one dude Bam? I can't help but think "C'mon bro. Those are your parents. They gave birth to you. Give them a fucking break, fuckface." Not very punk rock but then watching it kinda turned me on, maxed me out. But at the time I'm kinda like, "You dudes are kinda the definition of lameness," which is to say I'm entertained but I hate myself for it

Speaking of Skateboards, remember how sick Unsane was? I don't have them anymore but I bet a bazillion dollars that these records stand the test of time ... plus the dude had an AK 47 tattooed to his fore arm ... bff .... big fucking balls


Apparently they have a creepy fanbase based on this video

*If you get the reference in the title then you were a ska fan and you ought to be ashamed of yourself.