This is the Low Down!
This is the Low
Down. This is sort of like a current events and rant column. On this page I
will wrap up the week's events and review or destroy as I see fit. I will
answer some of the questions that you all ask. I guess you can say it is a Dear
Abby column in my surreal own kind of way. So here it goes.....
Let them
condemn me. Let them throw their stones. In the end it is me who is laughing.
Just more plates on the bar as far as I’m concerned. They try to bring me down
with their words. How very foolish they are. I have come along way. Taking much
abuse and still come out on top. I know physical pain. That’s all. And even
that doesn’t bother me anymore. So they can throw all the stones they want
because in the end they don’t have the balls to say to my face what they write
about me. And that’s just fine. Who’s the real faggot now? You can say what you
like but chances are I’m bigger and better then you who want to talk shit. And
that is what really bothers them anyway. That I am in the spot light and they
sit in the shadows. That I look good while years of fast food and malt liquor
stupidity rots their brains and ruins their body. We are all here today
and gone tomorrow. When my time in the lime light is over I will step down and
retire gracefully back into obscurity, which I like all the more anyway. But until then all you who sent the email and
the stupid posts to my site can kiss my ass….
Y-M-D
021001
Never looking back. That is how I feel about the State of New Jersey. I am so sick of all the bullshit that goes along with it. I am having such a dilemma with the DMV. Surcharges. I call this double indemnity. I am being charged $250 dollars for the next three years for something that I have already paid court fines for and did my time. But now DMV wants to take more from me. This is called extortion in most states, but not in The Peoples Republic of New Jersey.
Every where I go in Jersey, I see they are putting up housing. What the fuck for? Tearing the woods down to make everything look like Jersey City. Houses so close together I can see the corn in my neighbors shit. No thanks. Even up here near the farm they are moving in with the bulldozer. Luckily our area has been zoned not for development. but too little too late, the land down the street has all ready been turned into Barbie Dream House Ville.
I have not really missed much of anything moving here. Sometimes i want to go into NYC to see a show or some old friends, but then my sanity comes back to me and I know that is a dumb idea.
The new Kings of Nuttin' CD is great. Thanks Eddie for bringing it up to me last weekend. Good tunes and awesome lyrics. The only thing I miss about Psycho Saturday is not being able to see them play for me again. Always great live. I suggest anyone who has not seen them to take a look.
I want to Thank Duchess and her so for stopping in to see us up here. Had a blast cooking and talking about shit. Just having a good old time I guess. You guys come back up whenever you like.
Eddie and Jen also came up. Eddie making great Spanish food, trying to make me fat. However I was on to his scheme. Thanks for everything guys.
Well work still sux, and I am always looking for something else. I feel stuck in a rut where I am. The other night I had a real bad run in with a cunt at work who in my opinion was suffering from some sort of mental illness. Anyway, she cost me a days pay, because I had enough and went home. Just packed up and left. I am so sick of people. Especially those with a little bit of money, who think they can push working class bums around. But in the end I am happy because I know that bitch will get killed one day vacationing in Florida or something. Anyone with a attitude like that is bound to get theirs, Like my old pal Chuck Splatterhead. But I will not get into that.
It was disturbing to hear that Matt from Banner of Hope was killed. I was never a fan. But I understand he was a good guy. So my heart goes out to his family and his wife.
There are people out there that are running. looking for some way to escape all of the madness. You know who you are. The answers unfortunately are not so cut and dry. I hope you find your peace. If you need my help or just need to talk, you know where I am. My home is always open to you.
Many friends are disappearing every year. They have moved on and away. I understand. I am doing the same. I will always remember our good times. I will never forget the bad ones either. New folks have moved in or come up through the ranks. It will never be the same for them. Too much has changed. But I thank all the folks who have kept it real. The people who will always be my friends no matter what. I know some of us are miles away from each other now, but it is good to know we had lived through something cool. Even if it was a little crazy sometimes.
I guess I should end this now. Sometimes the best words are those not said. So with that...
020830
Since I have
moved to the farm life has become somewhat easier. I am in the middle of
nowhere so I have been able to focus on working out. Having the equipment in my
house makes it hard to do anything else. It takes up a whole room so I have to
look at it. So I pump Iron and I’m happy. Leaving you suckers behind to rot in
your scenester bullshit has been so great.
I prepare all
my meals for the day and I am bulking up. I buy my supplements online now, so I
have less and less need to go outside and be among these insect people I hate. Except
when I am at work which is always, because I work crazy long hours all week
long and weekends too. So basically life is eat,
sleep, work and train. I couldn’t be happier.
I am not going
to Lead East this weekend. I have better things to spend my money on. But if you have nothing better to do. The Kings of Nuttin’ are playing there tonight. They rock and are real
tight so check em out.
I don’t think I
am going to The holidays in the Sun show next weekend
either. $80 is too high for me. Even though there are a whole bunch of great
bands on the bill. Looks like a great place to see some violence. All those drunk
skinheads, there’s bound to be a fight.
I’d like to
thank Jodi for letting me and Jennie for DJ at
I hope the NYPD
does strike so all you shit eaters that pelage the bars of the Low East Side
and Brooklyn are raped and murdered and we can start to have fun again in that
city. Christ. Bad enough the terrorists are flying planes into buildings here.
You fucks have to bring me down when I do decide to leave my bomb shelter.
When the hell
are the bombs going to start falling in
020810
Well I never thought the day would come but I finally moved out
of
For many years I loved the pride of being from
As many of you know we have the most ridiculous car insurance
rates in the country. Even for my old piece of shit van, I pay enough to
operate a small company for the year. Rent is fucking insane. Fifteen hundred a
month for a small one bedroom is crazy. I am paying seven to live in a house on
a farm with horses now. Although I don’t think I like the towns
people much better in the very cleverly disguised ghetto I now live in, at
least they are not preppy snobs.
There is a Barnes and Nobles around the corner from where I am,
so that is cool. What else do you need.
I have no interest in the people of the east coast scene. They
all act like a bunch of bitches. Talking shit and then cowering when they see
me in person. I support things that my friends might be involved with, but
that’s all.
I went to The Rumblers second annual Kustom Kills and Thrills shindig the other weekend. Now the
Rumblers are a cool bunch of guys, but you all have
to find a better place then Union Pool to do this. Union Pool is a great bar
but it holds like a hundred people. Once again it was a crowded, sweaty mess of
people. A lot of assholes traveled from far and near to be there. A lot of people who I have never met, so it is always good to meet
new people. Ian was there, out on bail for the time being.
I went for a walk for most of the show. Needed
to find a place that had cool water and not so many bodies packed into a garage
on a hot august afternoon. By the time I got back and found my
girlfriend we had had enough. Kendra had the right idea staying for the regular
Kendra thirty minutes. So Jennie and I left.
As it looks now Jennie and I will be DJ’ing
at
Well I guess that is all for now. Until next time, this is the
Low Down.
020711
Well it has indeed been a long time. I am truly sorry I have not
been keeping this up to date but I have been really busy. I work a lot more now
and I have really unusual and unpredictable hours.
I apologize for not answering your emails or returning your
phone calls but this will all change.
I hope all are well. Like I said I have been busy. I have been
working out at a good pace but still have little time to really get to the gym
as hard and long as I would like. My diet has also been fuct
up do to my odd hours. But all in all I am still working the Iron as much as I
can.
I have started following the less is more routine
that Joe Weider has been talking about. For this whole year as a matter of fact. I found long before
the write up, that if I let my body recover for a few extra days, I had far
better results.
I am down to a three to four day work out plan and it works
better into my schedule and I have noticed a bigger improvement in
definition.
For a short time I was using Hydroxycut.
It worked ok with one real setback. I could not drink coffee while on it. This
was close to imposable to do for me. I was getting bad headaches and feeling
rundown. It did shred me down however and I strongly recommend it to someone
who like myself finds it harder to get cut during the
summer shred as they get older.
The one thing that I did not like was the volume of mass I lost
however. With that mass so went a lot of the plates I could stack on to my
previous bench. For definition purposes it was great. And this fall with the
start of the winter bulk up I will put back on the mass and raise the weight on
my lifts back to and beyond where they once were.
I also have started doing less barbell and more dumbbell work. I
find the isolation I get from the dumbbells helps with the movements better and
I get more of a pump with some exercises. I also can supplement my work outs
and change them up every week to avoid habit in the muscle and busting plateaus
you may encounter with stale programs.
Now a lot of you have asked about Psycho
Saturday and if I am going to continue doing the shows. The answer is no. As of last week that
was the end of Psycho Saturday until further notice. It seems a lot of people
have so much to say about the night and how I ran it. People seem to think that
it makes money and I steal from the bands. They seem to feel they have been
treated unfairly when in reality they never had a problem when they were doing
them.
It was seven dollars to get in. A little steep for what I wanted
but we had to make it seven dollars and I thought it was fair. Now, out of the
door The Loop Lounge was keeping one third which is ridiculous but that’s what
they wanted.
Why did I pay that third? Well yes most everywhere I ever booked
was bands get door and club keeps bar. The
Now The Loop was great little club to do this night. The sound
is the best in the area. The booze was cheep as hell and it had a cool look.
They were not the first choice in the quest to do this night, but adding up all
the pluses, not to mention I was a regular there I thought it was the best
choice.
I split the door between the DJ and the two bands. The bands getting the bigger halves and the DJ getting a decent
amount of cash. On a good night the DJ made eighty bucks and the bands
made two hundred each. I might split it up and give the headliner a little more
but all in all I tried to keep it fair.
Now there have be instances were the club has told me we only
made like four hundred bucks on a pretty full night. This is a load of shit. I
had always fought with them about this. But it would happen on occasion. Very
few complained. They were still making more at my gigs then most places.
I got rid of the DJ and did it myself. That cut out eighty bucks
right there that I did not have to spend. Still people talk shit. I can’t help
that. Some people will never be happy no matter what you do. Been
in bands. I have loaded gear for bands on tour. I have bounced. I have
done every level. I have always tried to treat people fair. But still some have
big mouths.
Charlie from Los Gatos Locos being one
of them. He always
has a lot to say about
me and my shows but yet he never goes to them. He never goes to many shows at all.
He certainly don’t put on any. But still he talks his
shit. I am sorry he feels I ripped him off. He feels the whole world owes him
something. He still has never came and said shit to my
face. But that’s the way a lot of people are. They are all talk.
The bars are not were the crowd is anyway. The crowd is with the
kids. All ages shows. However with the state of this country
and what not, with everyone so ready to sue. Many clubs will not do All ages. They have to think about money to stay open and you
can not sell booze to minors and booze is how these places make their money.
I tried doing all ages in the beginning. VFW shows and what not.
Big disasters. Always lost hundreds
of dollars a show. Clubs are a better deal. Not having to pay the rent
for a hall. But that’s just the way it is.
I will not really miss it to tell you the truth. To much drama. The new blood can take over. They can do
their shows and deal with the attitudes they will get from bands that think
they are Greenday and expect a thousand dollars to do
what they would do for free anyway. Get up and play their music.
I like to thank everyone who came out to these shows. A lot of
you were at almost all of them. I would also like to thank the bands who
played. Also I would like to thank my girlfriend Devil Doll DeSoto
for helping me this last year. Without her I would have stopped last year. She
was the real force behind it in the end. Booking bands, making flyers and doing
a lot of the work. Also Mike Decay for DJ’ing
and working with me with touring bands that would play for him in Philly and me
at The Loop. Tommy Q-ball for his DJ expertise, and
making flyers.
I will no longer address
this issue any longer. What’s done is done. I have moved on. I am involved with
many other pursuits and helping others put shows together. I had a good run.
Now my time is over. I have made my mark now someone can come and do it better.
I have recently finished a really great book called American
Hardcore. I must say it is a good documentary style book for those who
would like to remember the old days of hardcore or learn about it. The author
Steven Blush was part of the DC scene as a promoter and active participant in
helping make the scene.
The book was pretty good. The author put a lot of his own slant
on things, however it still was really cool. He
obviously put a lot of work into it. The book is pretty throe in covering all
aspects of the hardcore scene between 80-86. Good
interviews and great stories from those who where there. I think this is a must
read for anyone who loves Black Flag and other great hardcore bands.
I also just finished rereading Fields of Fire by
James Webb. A great novel about a Marine infantry unit in
Webb’s motivation to write this book came when he returned home
after the war and went to law school. The way he and other vet’s returning from
the war were treated by the public and especially a
ungrateful younger generation. He strikes a home run with summing up the
I could not put this book down and finished it in two sittings.
If you are or were ever a Marine you should defiantly read this book.
Well that about sums it up. I will write soon. I promise.
Until then, Stay Strong Live Long and Destroy.
020606
I would like to thank everyone who came to my
birthday party and Psycho Saturday this past weekend. Another
year under the belt.
I would also
like to apologize for not updating this in awhile, but my home pc is fuct do to virus complications. But here it is the new Low
Down.
In this coming
year I hope to reach further and strive to be even better then last. I feel
maybe I slipped a little lately. In the gym, in my job and in
my life. I have lost focus. Depression and stress can make you lose
sight of what is really important. Too much has gone on in the past weeks for
me to even get into. One thing is for sure I have not lost total sight of the
most important thing. The one. Myself. I have to
strive as I said before to be better. My birthday has reminded me of this. In
the Satanic religion your birthday is the highest Sabbath of all. You are your
own one true God. You should worship yourself before anything else.
On another note
it looks like the Wreckers Ball went off without a hitch. That is good. I
didn’t go. I have my reasons I have stated before. But all in all money was a
big issue. A lot of people are asking if Spindrift is going to do another
Rumble. Truth is who really knows. They have not decided. It would be cool to
go to another Rumble but at the same time I don’t think if I was Spindrift I
would take it on. Just doesn’t seem to be worth it. Sure for those who go and
want to see these great bands it would be awesome. But for those who shell out
the bucks to put it on, it is a big loss here in the states if the Europeans
don’t come out. Just because the bands sound great and the night is fun doesn’t
mean it was a success.
Well I went to
the Black and Blue Ball last month. It was ok. I have had more fun in my life
but it was nice to see some old faces and meet some new ones in the Fetish
scene. I would like to thank my girlfriend Devil Doll DeSoto
and the other Dom’s of The Nut Cracker. I would also like to thank Kendra for
keeping me from getting in trouble.
I also went to
the NYC Tattoo convention. Had a lot of pictures taken of me.
I guess those will pop up in some of the magazines soon.
Well I am still
planning the next Psycho Saturday. I will keep you all posted on the that. Keep those letters coming.
And thanx for all the support.
Until Next time, that’s The Low Down…
020427
This week I
found out that my friend Jason decided that some girl was worth taking his own
life. I really don’t know what to think of this. He certainly wasn’t that type
of person when I was in the Marines with him.
He was always a
real odd ball type of guy. But he was one hell of a good Marine. Knew the Gun inside and out. (We were both Machine Gunners)
He was always squared away, but like I said he was nutty.
Mad Dog as we
called him was into Rap and that type of stuff. You know a white guy that
thought he was black. But he would give you the shirt off his back. Down in
Now back then
he had a “Bitches aint Shit attitude. So when I heard
that he hung himself, I could not believe it.
What a weak ass
thing to do. No girl is worth it. No one is worth your own life.
He left behind
his mother and retarded brother. They are the ones who have to suffer for this.
I really don’t
know what to feel. I go between feeling angry and sad. I am sad that my friend
is gone. I am sad that I didn’t keep in contact with him after we got out. I am
sad I will never hear one of his great schemes. But yet I am angry. That he
could do this. That he left his family behind to live with this. I am angry
because this girl he did it over could have cared less. All this shit eats at
me. This was a guy that I knew I wanted with me in combat. He was that good at
what we did. In the Marines or the military in general you have to being
willing to lay your life on the line for your buddies. I would die for them and
they would do the same. But to throw your life away on some slut who was
fucking everyone you knew because she didn’t love you. Well like I said before,
that’s just weak shit.
Life is short.
We have no idea how long we may have here. You have to make the most of your
time. To waist your time on people or things that don’t really matter is fuct. To kill yourself over some
girl or guy is equally fuct. We
might never be truly happy with life or our job or the person we chose
to be with. Life can be real hard. It is a rough road to travel. But to check out. Then what? Tomorrow is always there. You
might find that right person and you might find a better way to your life, but
when you end it all, that’s the end. No more tomorrow.
I don’t believe when you die you walk with Jesus or any of that silly shit.
When your dead you rot in the ground. Game over.
Always look to
tomorrow. Think of what lies ahead, not what lies in
the past. It could always get better. Never give up. Never Surrender.
Stay Strong. Until next time.
020423
Howdy all.
Here’s the Low Down. Well this week is just starting and already it feels
like it should be over. Just got back from the gym.
Feel good. Had a killer workout. Although
I lost focus at the end. So now I am sitting back checking mail.
Got
another great letter from Mike Mistake, this guy that is doing his time in
In other news,
Frank Oxblood from TR6 and Myself are looking for a
Guitar God to Jam with and maybe even start a new band that shall rule the
world as we know it. Once again email me if you want to jam and see where it
goes from there. We are really looking for someone who knows how to play
Rockabilly, Pyshobilly, Blues
and Classical guitar. Bands like Black Sabbath, Motorhead,
Long Tall Texans and the Nekromantix should be in
this persons record collection. Also you can not be
square. We have had enough guys who come up and jam,
and sure they can rock the beats, but they wear DKNY fall collection and that
will not do.
For reasons
unknown to myself I have been rockin’ to The Sisters
of Mercy lately. I think this band is genius. They remind me a lot of Aldo’s
and QXT’s. Two clubs here in NJ where I had some fun
times, checking out cute little Goth chix and dorky
dudes dancing with their hands behind their backs.
I would like to
thank Eddie the Bruiser for showing me the really cool supplement and body
building supply store in
Well it is that
time again for me to say Nighty Night and hit the
rack for some sleep. Have a long week ahead of me.
Stay Strong. Until Next time.
020401
Had
one hell of a great work out tonight. Bi’s, and Shoulders. For Biceps I did
drop sets. Maxed out on weight until failure then dropped the weight went to failure
again and so on until I could no longer bend my arms. Complete failure. It hurt
like hell with Lactate Acid burning my muscle, but it was fucking great.
It’s the hard ones were I can’t even move after, that remind me why
I do this. I love that burn. Working hard and seeing the results is a huge
boost to the psyche. When you can transform yourself, change your shape and
being. You really can accomplish anything. You can link mind and body, and
become the One. The strongest number. The One can not
be divided any lower.
During my
hellish arm fry, my choice of accompaniment music
was The Krewmen’s Sweet Dreams album. Now this is a
pretty good album. Not as good as Adventures of The Krewmen,
but still a good work out jam. I just don’t like that fact that the vocals
start to sound like Sparky from Demented Are Go on this one. I can never
understand where that all came from. Demented is good and always had a sound
all their own. Anyone who tried this after just sounded like a rip off. Besides
the Krewmen had a good sound on
their own. They surly didn’t have to change to compete. Or did they? I
mean it seems lately that the Psychobilly now is far
from original. I mean there is little to no Billy left in a lot of these bands,
and most of them either bite off of DAG or Nekromantix.
Two great bands but not really (at the risk of sounding like a member of the Kattle here but) “Pure Psychobilly”
But maybe this is the reason for the Krewmens change.
Whatever the cause, this band went downhill from there.
Went
to see Blade II last night. Do yourself a favor and stay the fuck away from this movie. I
mean it might be neat on video, but I thought it was boring and predictable.
The CG fight scenes were ok but it looked more like a video game then a real
fight. I guess that’s what people want to see. I saw a preview for Jason X. Now
that looks queer too. I think the concept of this movie was done already in Hellraiser 4. Well anyway. These high school kids in the
year 2450 or some shit like that, find Jason. They know who he is after four
centuries and bring him on-board their space ship. He then somehow becomes a cyborg and
starts to kill everyone on-board. Of course I will most likely still go see it,
but it looks weak man.
Well it is late
and I need to get to sleep. I hope to here from all of you soon. Thanx for the
email. I am sorry if I can’t get back to each of you but I do what I can
to answer your questions here. Keep up the good work. And as always, Be Strong, Live Long and Destroy.
Until next
time, this is the Low Down.
020328
Well I have
work in a few hours and I just got home from work not too long ago. Working crazy doubles lately. Not much time for
anything anymore. Work, come home and train, eat and sleep. Not that I’m
complaining.
By now you all
got a email about Psycho Saturday. If
not go back to the link on the Index page. This month is the Rockats and The Alphabet Bombers.
The Flyer going
around for this show is wrong in that Tommy Q-Ball will not be the DJ for this
one. But instead Lord High Brain Bat will be spinning the wax.
Should be a good show. If you want on the email list just
hit the “Contact me” section of my Guest Book and under Subject put “Psycho Sat
mailing list”
I got a few
things in the works for this summer. More Psycho Saturday for now, but I plan
on doing a few more punk shows like I did two years ago. I will keep you all
posted on that.
I am also
working on some Fetish stuff that should be out in the form of a web-site or
some other kind of media by fall of this year. Mostly S&M
and Bondage.
I have really
been on the Down Low lately. I have no real interest in going out. I would
rather sit home and read or pump Iron instead anyway.
I am currently
looking into reading books written by Prisoners on
The one good
part of work is the down time I have to read.
Always
looking to expand my mind. Strong Mind, Strong Body. It’s the only way to live these days.
It’s never too
late to stop destroying yourself and start building up yourself. If you learn
and exercise your mind and body you will feel better and be better in all you
set out to do.
So
to all of you who have sent me the positive email about your progress and what
not in The Iron Mind philosophy. Good Job. Keep it up. Live Long, Be Strong and Destroy. Until
next time, this is the Low Down.
020324
Last night I
went to The Warsaw in Williamsburg Brooklyn, to a night put together by my dear
friend Tommy Q-Ball from TR6. Great little spot. Tommy
spun great trax in the Front, While
bands played in the back.
No one showed.
I mean there were a handful of folks there. Sure is sad. Someone busts their
ass to put some shit together for you clowns to go to and you don’t show up.
But you will all complain there is nothing to do.
I thought it
was cool even though it was empty. I mean I like it better that way because I
don’t have to baby-sit or watch my back. Full Blown Cherry were
good as always. Good traditional sound. Real nice fellas.
Satan’s
Teardrops played their guts out. You would have thought they were playing for
Giants Stadium. I like that. Even when the crowd isn’t there or don’t seem into
it, This band blows the doors off the place. That’s fuckin’ Rock’N’Roll. Satan’s
Teardrops are defiantly one of the best Psycho Bands that I have seen live.
There are not many out there. Makes you wonder why they kick such ass and they
are not on the major label?
All in All for
those of you who missed it, your loss. I thought It was the place to be.
Sure the sound
wasn’t the best in that little back room. But it reminded me of the old VFW
shows I did in the old days when there wasn’t shit going on for this kinda music. I really think the
I hope Tommy
does more shows there. But if he doesn’t I sure do understand. Fuck these NYC
people. They cry that my Loop Lounge shows are too far out of the city. So
someone does one in their own back yard and they still don’t come. Sure maybe
VLV had something to do with it next week. But for $5.00, I don’t think it
would have ruined your trip.
I guess they
were too busy packing there old ass threads and stupid looking shoes.
But still good
job Q-ball. I will be at the next one for sure.
Been
a rough week. Had the cold for most of it. Kept me from
the gym for a couple of days. But I feel a lot better now. So the Iron
is calling my name.
I have really
put a lot of thought into the idea of becoming a certified trainer. It isn’t
that expensive to do and I could make better money then I do now going to the
gym. Getting paid to do what you love. I can’t really see anything better then
that. I just don’t like the fact that most times you start out strong and then
you begin to hate your job. But really I don’t know if I could hate working
out.
There is a lot
going on in the next couple of months. Motorhead, The Quakes. My show at the
020316
So here it is. The New Low Down. My subsequent removal from The NYC-RAB
list has done little to dishearten me. Not much going on there anyway. Just a
bunch of old losers, holding on to once was and back
thens. I really never had much to say to those
people.
It really is a
shame that the moderator of that list is so angry with herself that she takes
it out on all the others who see right through her. It is even more ashamed
that everyone talks shit about her but kisses her ass to her face. Well that is
the lot of them actually. They kiss your ass to your face and slam you when your not around. I am sure that our Crypt Keeper friend as I
will refer to her, knows this. It is really too bad. I
might have never cared much for her, but I had a certain respect for her. I
guess I was wrong.
All the same I
have little time to respond or care. I am moving onward and forward.
Been
back to the gym since my injury. I feel bigger and better. Started lifting
heavier and harder. Back to feeling like a destroyer.
Getting ready for the summer.
That’s all I
care about. Rockabilly is just music to me now. I really don’t care about these
people or their stupid lifestyle. All fashion to them. Maybe not all of them
but the lot of them, it sure is.
020310
Been out of the
gym now for about a week, and I feel myself dying inside slowly. Reminds me of
what Willard said in the beginning of Apocalypse Now. About being out of the
jungle and every day he was stuck in
I feel myself
getting further and further out of touch with all these people I used to love.
This thing I used to love called Rock’n’roll has lost
its spark for me. I hate doing the shows. People always turn around and talk
shit anyway. What do I do it for? I wonder. You do your best for people and
they just run their mouths. Soon there will be no shows and they will wonder
why.
Work still sux. But I don’t think that is any different for anyone. Still not making enough money. Still not
making the bills. Being broke really is a bummer. It can crush you with
the weight of it’s depression. But I have to keep
going. Come way too far to let this shit beat me now.
Well tomorrow I
hit the Iron again and maybe that will pull me out of all this. I sure hope so.
I guess I will see. But until then this is the Low Down…..
020308
I would like to
thank the Nekromantix for a great show and everyone
who showed up to make it such. I had a blast. To say the least it was a very
difficult thing to do. I mean getting old Kim to say he would play was not to
hard, but getting the word out there and going to the NYC show first and then
sticking around to make sure they got to the Venue was a adventure. The one
night it decides to pour down rain and I am cruising NJ with three Danish guys
who only want to get some Wendy's. What a trip.
But in the end
it was a great show. Nice long set. A lot of my favorites were played. The set
was far better then the one in NYC. Man those cats there got cheated. The
atmosphere was much better too. All Psychos. No
Kiddies and no posers. Just pure fun.
Which
leads me to may next concern. Man I don't know if this shit is power for the course or it
just follows me but, why are the kids that were SKA geeks a few years ago into
Psycho now? Posting to the list is one thing, but now they come out to the
shows and man. Squaresville. The thing I least understand is that they have no respect
for the people who were into this when maybe there was twenty of us on the
whole coast. Now they come out of the wood work. It reminds me of the DR Dre song.
"Thing
just aint the same for Psychos"
What can we do?
nuttin. it
sux and all but it is life. The
Hardcore scene. The Skinhead scene. Now the Psycho scene. Soft Phony Suckas'. Cats that have no idea that Psycho is what
you are. It is not creepers and Demented Are Go patches. You can't go to Hot
Topic and buy a new wardrobe and wha-la your Psycho.
And to be quite honest I have met a lot of Psychos that don't even dig the
music and are still fit in better then these young busters that are trying far
too hard.
I think what
makes us who were around before Greenday and shit a
little more bitter is we worked for it. We got picked on in the 80's for this
shit. We got the shit beat out of us and beat the shit out of others because of
this. If you went out with big hair and boots, you were a freak. We had no Hot
Topic. You could not buy hair dye in the mall to make your hair blue. We used fuckin' Jello. These kids don't
remember CBGB's when the Skins would show up with
barbwire wrapped around their fists, swinging broken bottles in the pit. The
lads never had their boots cut up the middle and taken off their feet, sending
them home from
Does that mean
all these kids are posers? No. Just that a lot of squares and dorks that would
have been weeded out back then and would have never made it are coming around
now trying to tell me about this.
I give mad
props to John Devil who was a staple of NYHC. Jennie Soto, Greg and Frank
Oxblood who were the original east coast Psychos. Kendra, Lynx Lust, Shit the list goes on. So I take it as a real insult that
these New Jacks don't know their role.
On
another note. I saw
Queen of the Dammed and it was honestly one of the worst movies I ever saw. Nothing like the book. But hey, it never is, is it?
I also saw
Black Hawk Down. This was a great movie. For those of us who served in the
military when this movie takes place, it brings you back to that time. It is
one of the most accurate movies I have ever seen about the military.
Well anyway, I
am sooo tired I think I will hit the hay.
So that's the
Low Down for now.....
020221
Days have gone
by and I have not written anything because I have had little time. Well ok
that’s not true, I just have been lazy and didn’t have much to say. It seems
those who are out there are very out spoken towards their likes and dislikes. I
love it. Scared little rabbits. So much talk. So little action. That’s ok.
I find there is
far too much drama in the scenes. Weather it is the NYC Rockabilly Scene or the
Psycho Scene. People have no idea how to act. I
read these lists and these posts and I really have no clue how I get roped into
some of these topics. Other then what I choose to say, which usually ends up upsetting someone.
I don’t
bullshit folks. I know what I like and what I don’t. I am not going to pretend
to like someone. I will not say I like a band if I don’t. Sorry if this hurts
anyone’s ego. I think most of what I hear is weak shit. These
bands that try to pass themselves off as Psycho. Not to mention Metal
bands that have an upright bass and now they are psycho as well and people seem
to except this. That’s fine. I just don’t listen. I really don’t care. I don’t
want to be involved. I really don’t want to know.
There is no
place for us anymore anyway. Years ago there was the Pipeline, Studio One, Dirt Club. Now everywhere you go it is all the same. A few
cool folks and the rest are all breathers who think it is neat to hang out
where the freaks go. They point and stare. As if we are on display for them to
see. Like some Great Adventure ride through safari. Fuck them. I had enough.
The people in the scene can’t even get along. There is so much shit talk and
back stabbing, so how can we fight off the outsiders. We can’t and that’s why
places like Union Pool fail. It is a great place. The owner is mad cool, but
the new clientele sux.
Now the Goth
scene however has it right. The
Unfortunately
my night at the Loop Lounge is loaded with the J-Crew posse as well. This is unfortunate, however the bands make up for it. Most of the
time the breathers hang out in the front bar out of the way. Hey I have no
problem sharing my music or my hangouts with the regular types. As long as they
enjoy it and aren’t there just to make fun.
In closing
there is no real solution to this. I guess we have to suck it up so to say. I
will still head out to the Rodeo Bar this weekend to see the Twisted
Tarantulas. I have been waiting to see them for years. Maybe I will see some
friendly faces there as well. But until then, That’s
the Low Down….
020212
What is written
up top side is a response to some negative guest book entrees. It never ceases
to amaze me how people are such tough guys online. It's all good however.
Here's a little
lesson:
Certain
web-site providers offer guest books with options to log URL addresses of
people who make entrees on your page. It is not to
hard to track these URL's to the user who sent it (Or in certain case's,
sender's girlfriend's user URL). If you try to be smart and log in from School,
well that's even easier, as the URL has the host schools name in the URL. Say
for instance
Funny thing is
the tough guys often time see me at clubs and say hello and hang around me then
head home and then presto change-o, they are tough guys, telling me where I can
go. If you were such a real tough guy you would come say it to me. If you got
beef with me for reasons other then your weak and jealous we can resolve it
like men, or man to woman in some cases.
If I have maybe
said something to offend you, say so to my face and I will either say sorry or
tell you fuck off and it is over.
But
enough of that.
Many of you are
emailing me about the next Psycho Saturday. Asking who the
Very Special Guest is. Well I can't say. Legal
reasons. But I assure you it is something you all will enjoy. I have
seen the rumors online as well, and I can only say many of you are right in
your assumptions.
And that is the
Low Down for now......