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| Tuesday, August 9th, 2005 | | 3:31 pm |
| | Tuesday, March 1st, 2005 | | 5:55 pm |
it's a fine day for a funeral | | 12:21 am |
this weekend
Friday March 4th @ Ian's house, 419 Broadview Rd, Upper Darby Mothra (from Japan, now featuring Tim AND John Nunn on vocals...dual hairy big guy attack) Hissy Fit (gearing up for our Florida trip) Under Rage (will destroy your feeble mind) Watching Tigers Die (is fun) $3-5, 7 pm directions from Philly by car: Drive west on Market St until Upper Darby. Slight left onto Terminal Square, which becomes Bywood Rd. Turn right onto Broadview. By Septa: Take the El to 69th st. Transfer to the 101 trolley and get off at hilltop rd. Walk up hilltop to bywood and make a left. Walk a couple of blocks to broadview. Saturday March 5th @ C.O.D.E. (48th and Woodland) BENEFIT FOR FOOD NOT BOMBS AND LAVA LIBRARY Hissy Fit Dissystema Greetings from Urbania 8 pm, $5 West Philly Food Not Bombs serves vegetarian food every Wednesday at 6:30 pm at Cedar Park (50th and Baltimore) The LAVA library is a new radical library @ 4134 Lancaster Ave. Meetings are at 7 pm every other Tuesday at the space. | | Sunday, February 27th, 2005 | | 7:29 pm |
There's nothing funnier than people who know nothing about ecology trying to explain to me why they are against genetic engineering and why I should also be against it. I lose more and more faith in our unquestioning "community" each day. It's fun to pretend I think GE is good just to hear them try to explain themselves. Unfortunately, dressing up as butterfly wingnuts to "fight genetic engineering" won't do a goddamn thing. If I could beam a message straight into everyone's brain, it would be... LEARN SOME SHIT BEFORE TRYING TO SPEAK OUT ABOUT WHATEVER IT IS. Another would be... SITTING DOWN AT SHOWS IS BULLSHIT. "He's such an unsavory character. He's just not a good man. I feel such venom for Billy Joel." -Al, one of the best guys ever, before explaining to Mary Beth and I that Billy Joel has insulted him personally on several occassions, and that he had to be held back from hitting him. | | Monday, February 21st, 2005 | | 12:22 pm |
such horrible news
Apparently Hunter S. Thompson died today from a self inflicted gunshot wound. I heard it on NPR and it knocked the wind out of me. I'm right in the middle of one of his books right now and it's safe to say he is one of the greatest artists ever to dabble in the written word. gonzo! .tim. The San Francisco Chronicle article is better Current Mood: upsetCurrent Music: tristania - beyond the veil | | Sunday, February 6th, 2005 | | 2:40 pm |
Dear Earth Liberation Front, Perhaps your fathers aren't linemen for the electric company who climb poles and wouldn't be the people killed when you set off a bomb trying to down electric wires. My father is, however, and as much as I don't see eye to eye with him, well.... if you blew him up, I'll fuck a rich kid "radical" up. This time you'll find me siding with the bomb squad who made sure my dad and his coworkers didn't die. Fuck you very much. My bro and I hung out with the Irish side of the fam last night and it was good times. Saw my uncles, who I don't see enough. I like them a lot, and one of them kept plying me with drinks. They drunkenly decided on a family skiing trip sometime in the future with me designated "cruise director". Apparently the position only involves being sober for two hours (not sure if that's 2 hours per day or just two hours for the whole weekend trip) and apparently "I might make a little money, if I'm lucky." I will surely be involved; I imagine I could direct whatever cruise I'd be directing, drunk or sober. At some point, one of my dad's cousins will be operating a snowmobile while heavily intoxicated, and I'm sure that will be hilarious. Tonight's the super bowl and Josh, Mary Beth, Jess and myself will be experiencing it in its full glory, at Mary Beth's dad's mummers club in South Philly. $7 all you can drink. Chaos whether the Eagles win or lose. I hope to attain the special level of drunk where everything seems funny, I don't say anything stupid to south philly doods, Mary Beth's dad likes me, and I decide to flip shit when the Eagles win because, hell, it would be hilarious to partake in the festivities and go undercover in the dood world. Saw The Life Aquatic two nights ago. I liked it. Bill fuckin' Murray. Must look into rumors that Bill Murray is a speechwriter for the Socialist Party USA. That would make me giggle. I kinda hope he's a bit more cynical than that, but hey, it would still be funny. Music that has recently touched my soul: Son House, They Might be Giants "Flood" (I laid in bed listening to it for 3 hours a couple of mornings ago), Arch Enemy "Anthems of Rebellion", Carcass "Necroticism", "Heartwork", "Wake up and smell the carcass", "Swansong", "Symphony of Sickness", and "Reek of Putrefaction" (the whole fuckin discog. Carcass steals my soul, mutilates it, and then gets me all teary eyed on parts of Heartwork... basically I want to make love to Mike Amott...mmm your guitar warms my cockles), At the Gates - all, Charles Mingus live LP. I have decided, finally, on one of the sweet tattoos I have been pondering for a couple of years. All I can say at the moment is that it will cover the whole right side of my right lower leg, wrap around my ankle, stretch onto the top of my foot, and be beautiful but somewhat sinister (like me!). xo, .tim. Current Music: arcturus - aspera hyems symfonia, borknagar - s/t | | Friday, February 4th, 2005 | | 1:29 pm |
I usually don't like to read more than one book at a time, but I've been all stoked on reading a bunch of stuff lately, so I've been impatient and now I'm reading a couple of books at the same time. I just started Get in the Van, finally. Black Flag was one of those life changing bands, and I've heard enough good stuff about the book that it's about time. Rollins is such a knucklehead, though. His writing style is so cliche and it's so obvious that he's sitting there going "oh man, I'm gonna write like I'm some mix of bukowski, burroughs, and hemingway" but it just comes across as a guy whose neck is thicker than his head trying to write like he's bukowski et al. Hank, you were in black flag and we're forever grateful, but goddamn, you're a fucking idiot. I also just got the first volume of the gonzo papers by Hunter S. Thompson (The Great Shark Hunt) out of the library because I've been wanting to read it for a while and I started it while down at Mysterious Dave's house eating some of the finest food I've ever had. That boy can cook! Incredible tomato soup and firecracker broccoli. Yum. We weighed in with my spicy peanut noodle recipe, which was pretty damn fine as well! yeehaw! While at the library, I couldn't resist picking up the USA trilogy by Dos Passos. I actually own all of the books and they are close to the top of my stack of books, but the library had them all compiled in a hardcover version which included notes on the texts along with a chronological history of Dos Passos' life and relevant events in US history during the time he was writing. I also just finished the third in the Fafhrd and Grey Mouser series by Fritz Leiber and I really want to start the next one. Speaking of which... gotta love finding out over some beers that someone you know is also a total nerd who loves fantasy novels and can speak at length about Lankhmar and Sheelba of the Eyeless Face. Josh and I went to Fiume last night and this happened. However, it was a very Penn crowd so we retreated to the pool room and hung with the sweet Ethiopian doods who play a game that's kinda like Bocce but played on a pool table and has some little pins that you try not to knock over (unless you knock them over by hitting one of your opponent's balls into them, in which case you score a point). After Fiume, Josh and I were intent on eating pizza, so it was off to Allegro's. It was too late, though, and we hadn't realized it. They were closed, so we were forced to satiate our drunken bellies at Qdoba, the shit-ass mexican food joint in Penn central. Whatever, we were pretty hungry. There was a cup sitting on one of the tables, so we started drinking lots of soda out of it and refilling it like ten times. One of the women who works there came over to our table, seemingly to chat with us, but she was actually pissed that we were drinking free cokes! Fuck that shit! We uttered some profanities and told them their cokes were bullshit before fleeing towards freedom! The kids were playing the State of the Union address drinking game the other night, but I had fallen asleep ahead of time and didn't have time to go get any beers before it started, and wasn't feeling like drinking anyway. But damn...the version they were playing was stringent! Josh, Mysterious Dave, and Colin were fucking hammered halfway into the speech. They had to drink at every standing ovation! Holy crap! Poor guys. That speech was so fucking comical that I wanted to laugh the whole time. Then it hit home that it was for real and that we are really all fucked for the next four years, once again. I was having graphic fantasies of TERRORISTS running in and shooting the whole fucking cabinet. I'd call them freedom fighters. What really drove home that we live in a hopeless age was the democratic 'rebuttal'. I wanted to slap those dumb bastards around. Stop licking George Bush's balls! Stop being total fucking wusses! Fucking whiny half-assed liberal yuppie scum! They did, however, mention the movie Groundhog Day in their rebuttal. HAH! Bill Fuckin Murray, yo! After the speeches, Walt came over and Irina made some fucking incredible merangues and we watched Groundhog Day! Hah! It totally fit with the mood, unfortunately. Our country feels like bill fuckin murray in groundhog day. The same thing every day, no hope for a brighter future. We're all going to be trying to escape soon enough, retreating to fantasy novels and metal but it won't drown out the horrible din of hatred and theocratic hell. Simply, we're fucked. There's no viable opposition to the right wing agenda either in the system or outside of the system. I'm feeling less and less optimistic every day. We've sunk so far into this crazy hellish dream that I can't see any way out. It's so easy to start to shut down at this point and ignore what's going on. We can always strive for personal enlightenment, read more books, become more intelligent people, spend time with amazing folks, live our lives as best we can in this fucked society. That is, of course, not good enough, and won't change a damn thing, but I can't think of any tactics that might work. The sheer rage we all are feeling points towards blowing shit up and slaughtering politicians, but that won't change anything. The ridiculousness and pure shambles the left/anarcho side is in doesn't make me see any solutions there. What's left? The unions are a fucking joke these days. They're a force that's only barely holding up wages among the small percentage of workers who are actually union. ah well. I'm seeing A Life Aquatic tonight, finally. I take my time with these things. i think i'll eat some broccoli xo, .tim. Current Music: carcass - necroticism and wake up and smell the carcass | | Thursday, January 27th, 2005 | | 5:09 pm |
sick motherfuckers
the mothra stuff is 95% done. here's a taste. ============ Steady March ForwardWake, greet a brand new day as a digital age slave this isn't what you wanted Try to forget those bills you can't quite cover this isn't what you dreamed of Kiss your lover goodbye won't see them until tonight is this really what love is? Gas the car and go to your cubicle Is this called fulfilment? All day we dream of simple pleasures and slitting the fucking bosses throat check our email 20 times an hour and we're bombarded with advertisements for diet pills, greener lawns and consolidated bills but I can't remember what grass even feels like Can you do this for 40 years? Will we do this for 40 years? Kill ourselves after 10 more years Our hearts are dying Can you do this for 40 years? Will we do this for 40 years? Can you even imagine 40 years of soul crushing bullshit? [they call this life, indeed] [to live in this sad century, they call this life indeed, these empty lives we lead, we never learn to speak, only learn to scream, watch life through a screen of mediocrity, never be set free] Lay your head down to dream but post a sentry your dreams are being screened your mind's no longer free to make this world bleed to make the city scream nocturnal killing spree we're slaves to industry We were not meant for this We must not let this become our destiny And we shall dance in the dying fields of rye for master's blood will stain the ground tonight ============ Word. I am stoked on this stuff being done. I think my vocals turned out really well, and I'm excited to keep at it. I have to learn better screaming techniques so I don't fuck my throat every time. I also want to add more singing parts, more different types of vocals, and acoustic guitar parts. Love the metal. So the broke kitty show was fucking excellent. So many people came out and all of the bands were fucking awesome. Erik, Northern Liberties, Farcial Hoodwink and Amateur Party are some of the most vibrant, awesome musicians in Philly and they are all doing their thing in their part of the scene and I love it. Some people who I just think are hands down fucking amazing are in those bands and some of them are people I have counted as close friends for a while. However, no thanks to the fucking cowardly, bitter, misguided bastards who decided to rip down fliers at the Wooden Shoe. Not being able to see past their bitterness at the mighty Downward Spiral, some dumb bastards ripped down fliers. We know who it was and it's just fucking lame. Simple bastards couldn't even comprehend that they weren't hurting anyone from the downward spiral by taking down fliers. They were hurting A CAT and four local acts. The bands (and the cat) have all been informed as to who was doing this, so they can decide on their future interactions with people who would hurt the turnout at their shows. The cat will hopefully sic balls. Speaking of the cat. Fucking A. The night after we have the show is the night someone else takes her in or something crappy happens. People like this cat a lot, so it's probably that someone took her in. I'm talking to all of our neighbors about it so we can get her her shots and have her live in the mighty downward spiral. I can't see her dying on us, since she's been out in much colder weather than it was that night. Plus that would be the saddest thing ever and we'd have to have a broke kitty shrine in the house. And use the money to drown our woes in hard liquor. Hah. I'm gonna hold the money until we find out who took her in, and if the worst happens, we'll find some other good cause to use it on. I'd like to keep it cat related, but Carrie has had a real good idea about helping out friends who don't have health insurance with medication she has collected over the yeras, and myself and all my friends are sick..... it would be nice to actually get the lot of us some medication and try to help some other folks we know who don't have insurance. Or we could just buy battle axes and go on a murderous rampage. I can swing either way. I drink a lot of tea these days. Twin Peaks is fucking AWESOME. We've been having a lot of sitting around between The Downward Spiral and Baring Straight and watching episodes. I had never seen it before, and we're up to episode 14 now. 15 more, and then what will we do to avoid going out in the cold? Read fantasy novels, most likely. Some wisdom from Fritz Leiber that you might recognize from a great clearing off song: Never and forever are neither for men.
You'll be returning again and again.The more I think about it, this sums up everything I've learned from the punk scene and the activist scene in all the years I've been involved in the two. It's not a wholly positive message by any means and surely suggests we can improve our meanderings and wanderings and doings. Especially those of us who are white and have class privilege. Especially especially the class privilege part. We are the biggest joke in the world when there are a bunch of us walking around thinking we deserve VIP treatment at all times because that's how we were raised, or when we constantly talk down to any and all people because it is so cemented in our heads that we own the world. As much as those attitudes make me wish for the nonsense idea of 'revolution' as some people see it (round up the rich folk!), we seriously gotta change that shit or get the hell out of the business of trying to change the world. However, Fritz Leiber is a fucking hell of a writer. If you are interested in fantasy/sci fi writing that is way beyond the most of it, start with Leiber's Lankhmar series which deal with Fafhrd and The Grey Mouser, the two greatest swordsmen and adventures to exist in this, and all other, universes. The order of those books is: Swords and Deviltry, Swords Against Death, Swords in the Mist, Swords Against Wizardry, Swords of Lankhmar, and Swords and Ice Magic. Leiber also wrote in the horror genre, akin to Lovecraft and Clark Ashton Smith, but I've yet to read that stuff. I hear it's quite amazing, though. Now I want to read, so farewell computer land. xo, .tim. ps. listen to gjallarhorn if you have any interest in traditional scandinavian folk music. Current Music: gjallarhorn | | Wednesday, January 12th, 2005 | | 12:53 pm |
Ah, the life! It is crazy! I haven't written much about my life lately, hrm. I think it's because I've been too busy living it, which is good. There is so much going on! My bike is almost ready to go, thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pbrmeasap. The new frame is a Specialized S-Works road frame, red as all hell, with fancy internal headset. It's aluminum, which I imagine will take some getting used to, but goddamn, it's a fucking HOT bike. I'll have pictures soon enough. Hail the mighty mysterious dave! Even if he decided not to drink for a month. Speaking of which.... this is bizarre! Several people have decided to stop drinking temporarily! At one point, I tried to break out the bottle of Jameson's that Josh got me for Xmas and people didn't want it opened. This is surely some sort of madness! Then again... it might be because of the over indulgent holiday season. I had a few episodes of 'totally fucking thrashed by booze' in ye olde december month. Good times, though. New Years eve was feeling weird and we didn't know what to do, but I found out from my bro that our folks were out of town for the weekend, so I brought the crew to their house, after my first show with Mothra. It was surreal and kinda funny to get shitfaced at my folks house, play card games, make penis shaped vegan pigs-in-blankets, and see Josh jump on the neighbor's trampoline and later puke. It was nice, though. None of the parties seemed like they were gonna be all that crazy, and our choice worked out well! Had a nice fire in the fireplace and we all woke up to watch the mummers parade. We had some parties at my house that were absolutely off the wall. On Christmas, I made sesame tofu triangles and mashed potatoes for the fam and drank many many gin and tonics. I'm finally almost officially done school. I should have a degree in a matter of weeks. I can't really imagine doing anything with it, though. I want to make and sell baked goods. Though, I might be silkscreening official jerseys for the Philadelphia Eagles.... more on that later, i suppose. My life feels more stable lately, which is really cool. I'm in a real good relationship that is full of fire and goodness but also feels like it's gonna last, and I like that. I love the feeling of solid friendships with people you know you can fully stand behind, people who have proven themselves to you over and over again. Music stuff has been going really good lately, too. The last great clearing off show was mind blowing.... I could hardly function afterwards. I was so glad so many people came out and rocked out. People were totally stoked to see us play, and it just felt so good to be playing. We actually played really well, too, whcih is good, because tgco has always been unpredictable live. heh. I was bawling my eyes out at the end of the set (and feeling really weird because I passed out during the set during one of our really fast intense songs where I scream for like 30 seconds straight) and it was just really emotional and good. It felt like a great way to end it. I feel so good about that band; my heart was fully into it, and I cherish the people I met and the people who supported us. I love the goddamn music we wrote, too. It's really sad that I won't be playing those songs anymore and that we won't be writing together anymore. I guess it's better to end it while we were still writing strong stuff than to start writing crappy albums and eventually take a hint to give up. I'm really gonna miss it, though. The feeling of that band was just so stellar, and we did so much together and had so many fucking crazy experiences together. There are so many memories I'll be cherishing for the rest of my life that were created with the great clearing off. I'm totally wearing new pants. I also managed to get toothpaste on them already. Sweet! My hair is fucking long. I have recently discovered the joys of using conditioner and then blow drying my hair, which makes it oh so metal. I feel kinda cheesy doing it, but I'm sick of my hair getting frizzy (which it never used to do). I've seen a few people lately who I hadn't seen in a long while, and it's been interesting. Meghan was at the last gco show and I kind of wish I had more time to talk to her. There's not really any angry feelings anymore, but I don't know if we're at a point where we'd be friends again. Bill Law was also there, and it was so fucking great to see him. He took a lot of pictures, too. A lot of people were taking pictures; I'm stoked to see them. There's more, but I have to head out to ye olde west chester now. booyah! xo, .tim. Current Music: lock up - hate breeds suffering/finntroll - midnattens... | | Monday, January 3rd, 2005 | | 2:26 pm |
This friday, January 7th: Food Not Bombs benefit at The Catbox (Between Locust and Walnut on Buckingham Place (which is itself between 44th and 45th)) at 8 pm with: A bar! Hissy Fit! sweet people to hang out with! Come out and support west philadelphia food not bombs! This saturday, January 8th: Make Room for Fresh Blood show at Peelout's (46th and Woodland) at 3 pm Featuring: The Sound of Failure (last show ever) The Great Clearing Off (last show ever) Fighting Dogs True if Destroyed Murdock This show is a benefit for Ed Walters records, which is closing its metaphorical doors with this show. Please come out and support this show. A lot of my friends and people who I respect greatly have put a lot of work into these projects over the years and it's going to be a very emotional send off to some bands that have been playing in Philly for a fair amount of time and a record label that has supported these bands and many more (and kept it real). It's going to be so weird playing all the great clearing off songs for the last time. Note that the show is at 3 PM. Matinee style, yo. Next saturday, January 15th: Aphasia, Endless Nightmare, Witch Hunt at the Halfway House Next Sunday, January 16th: Broke Kitty benefit show at 255 S. 44th St. in west philly Featuring: Mischief Brew (aka Erik Petersen) Amateur Party [Version] Northern Liberties Farcial Hoodwink + diy cat toys for sale, and the pug kissing booth info: me. tpunk@bellatlantic.net that is all. .tim. Current Mood:  sick | | Friday, December 31st, 2004 | | 3:58 am |
Josh and Mary Beth and I just got back in from seeing Erik and Witchunt in New Brunswick and stuffing ourselves with fat cats. While we were ordering our respective fat cats, we got to listen to some fucking spoiled whiny dick be incredibly disrespectful to the guy running the fat cat truck. He had the student ID of an Iraqi student who he had recently killed in Iraq (he was military) and was bragging about it. He also wanted to know what the ID said, and since the grease truck guy was Iraqi, it makes perfect sense to ask him, right? We all decided that if we lived there we'd get into a lot more fights. At least I got to sing Fairytale of New York with Jackson, hear Fritz's amazing bark, spend time with fantastic friends, and rock. Witchunt is so fucking good these days. I was stoked on them at their first show, and they have gotten so much better since then. Earlier today Mary Beth and I went on a date to the Insectarium. It was sweet as hell. There was a kitchen full of cockroaches and lots of totally sweet stick bugs and tarantulas. We were all romantic and then got soft pretzels. Awwwwwwww, so fucking cute. We saw a road sign on route 1 which said the star trek club cleaned that part of the road so I bit mary beth's head real hard and she took a picture. It's blurry and looks like I'm biting her head off. I was actually trying to, though, so it's kinda accurate. I'm a biter. I play my first show with Mothra tomorrow night, in a pretty crazy show out in Lansdowne. It's us, Hulk Smash, Requiem (ex catharsis), Gunna Vahm, Mannequin (pg 99 folks), Baroness (georgia punkmetal), Unpersons (also georgia punkmetal), and I think another band or two (yes, also Fight Amputation, Aloysha, and Noise Noise). (info on the show: 7:00 @ Red Planet Recording, 300 E Madison Ave, Clifton Heights, PA (15 min out of the city, 3 blocks from clifton alden stop on R3)) I will scream my head off and then pour alcohol on my searing shredded vocal cords to fix it. fucking GREAT idea. The rest of the night will possibly include ending up in south philly to par-tay and crash, with the very slight chance of being there long enough to see the mummer's parade. I hope that part doesn't happen. Mary Beth said I can drink with her dad if all else fails. That would be sweet. I could drink out of the hammer and sickle flask Josh got me for christmas.... yeah! It even has fuckin Lenin's face on the cap. I'm honestly pretty stoked about playing the show, though. I think Mothra is sounding pretty goddamn sweet and I'm surely in the mood for metal. I hope this cold doesn't affect me too much. I guess it doesn't matter since we're not doing the real singing parts live anyway (at least for this show), so I don't have to hit many notes all perfect-like. The broke kitty benefit show is pretty much set with the lineup of: Mischief Brew Amateur Party [Version] Northern Liberties Farcial Hoodwink on Sunday, January 16th at 255 S. 44th St. The show will cost $3-5 or so and we'll be selling DIY homemade cat toys as created by the lovely prideorblood. There will also be a pug kissing booth, and (hopefully) fire breathing/spinning/pissing. Broke ass kitty will be all vaccinated and checked out and spayed so she can come inside and stay warm and live in harmony with Jack and Polly. Speaking of which, Jack is sitting here on my lap watching me type like he knows all and could probably write something much more interesting, significant, and meaningful than myself. He's probably right. I'm stoked on a bunch of stuff these days. I'm gonna be making biscotti and selling to lots of local coffee shops if all goes well. I plan on doing a used bookstore crawl sometime in the next few days and knocking out at least 1/2 of the list of books that I want to own. I really want to go to that sweet bookstore near Providence that I went to last year (and hissy fit is supposedly playing boston sometime soon, so that will give me the chance....that store was INCREDIBLE. I have to dig up their business card and figure out how to get there). The Mothra cd will be coming out sometime. The hissy fit split 7" with the reflectors will be out in the next month or so. The last great clearing off show is on January 8th. Lots of stuff is going on. Josh is doing the artwork for Erik's album which is in the works right now and it seems like it's going to be fucking incredible. I was so stoked when Josh had his art hanging at CODE and people were pumped on it (he was even getting offers from a bunch of people and he's going to do a series of portraits of our favorite west philly-ites, starting with Catbox folks). It's so much better than most art around, especially some of the really cheesy 'punk art' the kids like. Home life is fucking fantastic since we trimmed away the cancerous meat. The holidays were fun and I got new pants, read a lot, and fell in love with a book called The Hip Hop Files. It was so good I had to get it for my brother for Christmas. He got a sweet book called Cocaine: An Unauthorized Biography that I totally want to read now. I was reading it on Christmas day and it was super interesting. I treated myself to a copy of the new printing of Get in the Van by everyone's favorite goofball, Hank Rollins ( corvus gave me the cd single for "Disconnect", one of my favorite rollins band songs, and it has this ridiculous b-side that's an extended jam with Rollins pontificating on all manner of stuff, doing his meathead philosopher thing and it's fucking GOLDEN). It's really nice looking and has a lot of Pettibon fliers that couldn't be included in the original printing for some reason. It also has a lot more photographs taken by fans during the black flag years. alright, this second cup of sleepytime tea is doing me in, so farewell and goodnight, suckas. xo, .tim. Current Mood: sickCurrent Music: Agalloch - From Which of this Golden Oak cd | | Saturday, December 25th, 2004 | | 11:50 pm |
| | Tuesday, December 14th, 2004 | | 10:01 am |
iz good: go buy some shit with your mom and dad's credit card spoiled fucking brat To the dumb side of philly squatters and other choice dillholes. xo, .tim. ps. totally watched A Christmas Story last night... I love that freakin' movie. Walt and Cristina want to have a holiday movie-a-thon, so that will be happening soon... Scrooged, Ernest Saves Christmas, and one other, I forget. Yo, it was so good seeing Ted on Saturday. I miss him a lot and wish he would just move back to Philly. We partied it up all night and Josh got to chase people with a giant knife. We're just getting warmed up for the john dukes baby jesus party version 2.0....expect an even sweeter baby jesus volcano this year! And this year the house is all party-tastic! We are a legion of sweet rockers ready to do what it takes to have the best party ever! | | Sunday, December 12th, 2004 | | 8:38 pm |
i am the king of chemistry!!!!!!!!! | | Saturday, December 11th, 2004 | | 2:38 pm |
whoa, big update! I WON'T have a hangover tomorrow cos i'm not drinking at all tonight! Why, you ask, Tim, with your dedication to full frontal assault on your liver and escape from the horrors of this Bush-tastic world? I get to take a chemistry test tomorrow! Hangovers don't mesh with that shit. If I had a scanner I'd totally post the sweet ass flier we have going on for the Baby Jesus party (part two) which is coupled with John Dukes' birthday celebration. Well, you can just imagine. Imagine your insides exploding. That's how cool it is. Then imagine me swimming in your guts and shooting a spout of guts-water out once in a while. Yeah, this flier shreds. Last night's show raised like $200 for Greg! Yeah! Twas a good time. I've seen Mr. Petersen drunk many a time, but he was out of control last night. I was revelling in it. What happened will be a secret that travels to the depths of hell with me, though, for the suckas that missed it. Grim Aria were decent but I was mad that they only had one guitar. You can't play the kind of metal I want to hear (and that they seemed to be shooting for) without a second guitarist. Hissy Fit are a bunch of overhyped rockstars. I saw the drummer snorting coke off naked girls and the bass player was drinking straight from the tequila bottle, and then spitting the half-chewed worm at the militant vegans. We won't even mention what the guitar player/singer was doing. Absolute blasphemy! They definately have too much fun for this uptight way of life and should be constrained in straightjackets. And beaten with whips, forced to say "thank you sir, may I please have another!", and have their noses rubbed in that upper decker they left at your mom's house. ooo, ooo, serious moment! You can quote me on this shit! Don't be too serious. Don't take yourself too seriously. Laughing is ok. You are not better than anyone else. You might even be pretentious as hell when you make judgements about people's lives for them. Your idea that you are surrounded by unthinking idiots is wrong, and some people just don't need to wear everything on their sleeves. You smell funny. (I, too, smell funny. Go to hell.) There are more important things in the world than being strict vegan and strict sxe. You might not know anything about that, though, because that's the real world, where people have to deal with their souls being killed every day and having nothing to look forward to except more bills, more collection agencies, and more shit. Listening can be a real good thing, sometimes. You don't always need to have your mouth open spewing your opinions. Listen to how people talk and you just might find that you come across as a total asshole all the time. I see your pink tutu and I raise you Kreator. Prepare to be slaughtered. mmm mmm mmm, earl grey, you do me so good. Ms. Mary Beth and I are going to make almond/orange/choco chip biscotti today, one side coated in espresso chocolate. DAMN! You want to eat it, and if you come over my house at some point you will most likely be able to. I have some NMR spectra to interpret, suckas! Until next time....  xo, .tim. ps. if you talk about people behind their back without saying anything to them one on one, that makes you a coward! Whee! Current Mood: caffeinatedandreadytorumbleCurrent Music: astrid oto (this band kinda sucks) | | Thursday, December 9th, 2004 | | 2:45 pm |
wow, dimebag darrell was shot to death on stage. that's crazy. The Associated Press reported these postings on Pantera's webagpge: "This is the worst day in metal history," one posting read. "The metal world feels your pain," another wrote. Current Music: saxon - wheels of steel | | Wednesday, December 8th, 2004 | | 5:07 pm |
| | Tuesday, December 7th, 2004 | | 8:35 pm |
i've been in recording studios a lot lately. I used to be scared of the studio, but now I kinda like it. The mothra vocals are coming out pretty freakin' hot, if I don't say so myself. I arranged one song in a totally shred-tastic manner and I'm highly pleased with it (it looks like I'll be playing a show with Mothra on New Years Eve at BJ's recording studio in Lansdowne with Baroness and Unpersons, which will be SWEET...but then I'll have to rush to the Slaytallica show!). Hissy Fit tracking went really well the other day and I've been listening to what we have so far a lot and liking it. The split 7" should be out sometime and we're going to have a sweet record release show with a limited edition run of rekkids with even more special packaging than the fancy shit we have planned for the regular release and some other surprises. And hopefully some friends bands.... (here's looking at you, buffalo!). I really want to play difficult guitar stuff in a band again, too. I was listening to the last GCO stuff and remembered that. Something about immersing yourself in playing a guitar is real good. Playing stuff you can hardly play anyway, but playing it under pressure. yeah. iz good. The broke kitty benefit show is shaping up, I think. I still need bands, though. She will get her shots! Tonight, after I finish procrastinating and decide to go home, I will bake german anise biscuits, listen to the beastie boys, chumbawamba, nuclear assault, billy bragg, and entombed and read the new issue of Tape Op, the issue of Modern Drunkard that Yoni brought home, and start a new book, since I just finished Jitterbug Perfume. I will be fully finished my chemistry class within a week or so. Hmm. I seriously can't get myself to do the work. I really want to read all the classics in the poetry realm. I know I want to read Yeats and Whitman, at least. Hrm. Poetry annoys the hell out of me, but I assume there is something there. I give it another chance! Our house is all holiday decorated. Josh went christmas crazy and got all kinds of lights and tinsel and stuff. We got a tree, which I do like doing, and then MaryBeth,Mitchell,Alline and I strapped this big cock christmas ornament from last year to the goofy santa claus thing josh hung on the wall. Now he's really 'hung'. har. har. har. However, it is all leading up to...... THE 2ND ANNUAL BABY JESUS PARTY(and birthday celebration for John Dukes!) this will take place on December 17th at the downward spiral, 328 N. 42nd St. You are all welcome; just bring a DIY holiday ornament to hang on our tree. There will of course be another baby jesus volcano...if you weren't around last year, you gotta be there this year to check this shit out! This one will be even more intense! Expect some sweet metal at 2 minutes to midnite and don't even think about stopping the party before the party the next day at Erik's house starts! Speaking of parties and happenings! THIS FRIDAY, DECEMBER 10TH. CODE Space (48th and Woodland) 7 pm or so, I think. Erik Petersen Grim Aria Hissy Fit First Philly screening of the documentary about the Gilman St. venue in Berkeley, CA. This show is a benefit for Greg Harvester...lj's own harvestron. THIS SATURDAY, DECEMBER 11th! After WitchHunt and other bands play at the Catbox, there will be a mass exodus to THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL for a party in celebration of the life of Ted King-Smith! Yeehaw, Ted will be back in town and we're gonna show him a good time! THIS SUNDAY, DECEMBER 12th! I will have one hell of a hangover! I might even puke! Stay tuned for more gory details! Speaking of puking, I have a weak stomach and Jack, one of the downward spiral kitties, has an internal combustion engine for a gastrointestinal tract that produces the stinkiest (and largest...just ask prideorblood) poops ever! While changing his litter today, I puked three times! Yeehaw! I have been moderately obsessive about drinking tea lately. With soymilk and sugar. Earl Grey and Celestial Seasonings' Morning Thunder in particular. I have found that I actually do like tea, and it makes it even more fun when I drink one or two cups of coffee one day a week. And less coffee is probably good for me, even though I don't want to admit it. Me and my ulcer are such good buddies. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. xo, .tim. ps. did you ever notice how the guy from SSD's vocals sometimes sound like Nick Blinko's vocals in Rudi Peni? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Current Music: immortal-sons of northern darkness;possessed-seven churches | | Saturday, November 27th, 2004 | | 6:59 pm |
iz good, make big party
the last few days have been totally sweet. Thanksgiving came and went and I drank a bunch of silk nog mixed with rum at my folks' house while cooking a big pot o' curry and a big pot o' mashed potatoes for dinner. The fam likes my mashed potatoes, which is good. I do make some pretty awesome mashed potatoes. Josh and I watched the thanksgiving day parade while drinking guiness and I showed him my bloody back cos I got all excited about it when i went to go pee (yeow!). It has been awesome spending lots of time with awesome peoples lately and fighting winter tooth and nail by being awesome with awesome people who have the power to combat this silly season. I just got back from doing vocals for Mothra and my throat is raw as hell. I didn't really feel it until we stopped, so it's good that we stopped where we did. I like recording, even though it's nerve racking. And I think the vocals sound pretty sweet. 3 songs down, 3 songs to go next weekend. I took some sweet pictures at the show at mary beth's house last night. Northern Liberties absolutely *shredded*. They were better than I've ever seen them before, and the new material is incredible. Once i resize and crop the pictures, I'll post some. I also got a HOT picture of the crumbling church at 43rd and Chestnut with the full moon behind it. It will be a record cover most definately. It looks really awesome. I have finally watched some Harry Potter movies, too. Watched (most of) the first one at MaryBeth's the other night but we both fell asleep before the end. Then I watched the third one with Josh yesterday instead of doing anything productive (but yo, it was a sweet movie), and I think Mare and i are gonna watch the 2nd one tonight. Yeehaw. It's about time, and I must admit, they are really well done. Last night I stopped by the show at halfway house but it was a bit much for me. I dunno. Too many drunk 15 year olds and I just wasn't feeling that scene last night. I'm glad I left in time to catch Northern Liberties, though. I was going to go back to halfway house with the kids from Oakland who played at the NL show, but then I felt too tired and it made a lot more sense to eat french fries and fall asleep all cuddle-style. I apparently missed some drama. Eep. Stinking Liz are playing tonight, though, so I best be on my way! mine heart iz happy! xo, .tim. Current Mood: stokedCurrent Music: at the gates in my head | | Wednesday, November 24th, 2004 | | 5:46 pm |
make way for new blood
Saturday, January 8th Peelout's Pleasure Bungalow, 46th and Woodland Ed Walters Records Farewell Showcase: The Sound of Failure (last show ever) The Great Clearing Off (last show ever) Fighting Dogs Murdock True if Destroyed Ed Walters records has been around for years supporting local bands, and fuck it, doing a small label is a thankless job. Mike Dailey is in debt to all hell and can't do the label anymore, so we're having one final bash and then you'll see no more of Ed Walters records, the great clearing off, or the sound of failure. Hopefully this show will help Mike pay off at least a little of his debt and be a fitting farewell to some bands and a label that have been active in the Philly DIY scene for several years. For me, the last great clearing off show is going to be really intense because this band has been a huge part of my life for so goddamned long. I hope we made some music that someone will remember and I hope we were able to mean something to at least a couple of people. I know this band has kept me going at times and has always provided a much needed outlet for emotion and creativity. It has cemented friendships with a group of people who I feel like I know on a completely different level than most people (I especially know their smells, and they mine, better than most) and who I am going to miss rocking with so goddamn much that I'm just not going to think about that right now. But hey, all good things must pass, eh? The Great Clearing Off just somehow fit for the time it was happening in. The rock will continue with all of our other bands and the rest of the sweet mofos in the philly scene who keep plugging into shitty amps with shitty guitars and kicking the shit out of shitty drums year after year. xo, .tim. Current Mood:  weirdCurrent Music: carcass - heartwork |
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