The Muldoons - Epic Battles
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Video of the Week!
Thee Shams - Not gonna make it
Von Bondies - Live at Paradiso!
I've seen these guys live and it was definitely a treat!
Von Bondies - Live at Paradiso!
I've seen these guys live and it was definitely a treat!
The Masonics
http://rapidshare.de/files/38756438/The_Masonics.rar.htmlClick here for bangers.
The Masonics...blah blah...Wild Billy Childish...blah blah...rock and roll...blah blah...British...Mickey and Ludella...blah blah...Pop Rivets...blah blah...R&B...blah blah...Mickey Hampshire...blah blah...Bruce Brand...blah blah...garage...
...You see? It don't matter what I write here. The Masonics are pretty freakin' awesome.
Enjoy their self titled LP!
Iggy and the Stooges got raw power!
Click here for slightly used cow meat.
What the hell is in the water over there in Detroit? I mean, hell...that damn city has more rock and roll talent coming out of it than Afganistan has bootleg movies. The only reason I know about that is because I know a few Marines that swear by the Afgani street market shop. One of my buds bragged to me about how he picked up all the seasons of Arrested Development for like, five bucks.
Anyway, James N. Osterberg used to be in a band called The Iguanas. Later, he did some time in another outfit called The Prime Movers, where a few of the guys had taken to calling him Iggy because of his last band.
Pretty soon Iggy became an early version of the shock rocker variety we all love today. Sometimes he'd smear deadly, dangerous peanut butter all over himself. Other times he'd show off his genitals or maybe cut himself up. Needless to say, this type of behavior made him popular with parents back then. My buddy over at Tingie has a tattoo of Iggy on his inner thigh. Actually he doesn't, but he should. They both really love peanut butter.
Enjoy...Raw Power!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The Danielson Famile is too cute!
http://rapidshare.de/files/38756094/Danielson_-__2006__Ships.rar.htmlClick here to hear the meowing cats.
In 2006 the head of the beast that is the Christian band The Danielson Famile released a solo album as Brother Danielson. It was called Ships. Right before the album came out he held a contest asking his fans to write a story using the suffix "ships" as many times as they could. When the contest first began, no one could figure out why such a contest was unleashed, nor did they have any clue what they would win. A few weeks passed and the prize/reason was announced Brother Daniel himself.
Through his readership, he was able to create many relationships that would bond him with his his fans even if they were suffering times of hardship.
Okay, I'm done. My lack of vocabulary words that end in ship has forced me to end this courtship. Tee hee...
The Misfits got me through high school.
http://rapidshare.de/files/38755875/Box_Set__Disc_1_.rar.html
Click here to go where eagles dare.
I remember when I was in the, oh I don't know...5th grade, maybe? I had a cream colored leather jacket that because of the color didn't scream "Beware! Dangerous punk guy coming!" All of the other rockers at school wore black motorcycle jackets with their Judas Priest t-shirts. Me on the other hand, I wore this light colored members only style leather and an athletic grey tee that said "Hitler's World Tour" complete with the dates and town names where he did his buisness. In hindsight, I was an idiot for wearing a Hitler shirt, but at the time when being a young punk meant pissing off everyone, this shirt definitely fit the bill. The only sad part was I didn't even know exactly what Nazi's were and I asked my mom to get me the shirt because I had seen the Swastika worn by some British punk bands I liked. Anyway, I remember going to school one day wearing this very un-tough cream jacket along with the Nazi shirt. Nobody said a thing. Not the teachers. Not the principle. Heck, not even the crossing guard! I was largely ignored until one day I recieved a sticker in the mail from a fan club. This wasn't your ordinary fan club. No sir, this sticker bore the logo of the Misfits Fiend Club. I was so happy to get this little gift and quickly peeled it off the backing and placed it smack on the chest of that boring old jacket. That sticker must've had some magical hatred dust on it because I went to school the next day and as soon as I walked into class the teacher laid eyes on me, called my name, and sent me to the principals office. The next thing I know, I'm surrounded by my teacher, the principal, and for some reason, the school nurse. All of them looking down at me with disdain. All of them shaking their heads. All of them silent. Silent until my teacher broke the deafening quiet and said "Why would you wear such a thing to school? Does your mother know you have this on today?"
I don't really remember my answer, but looking back, isn't it sad that a young boy could go to school wearing a Nazi shirt unnoticed, but the minute he wears a Misfits patch he's a condemned man?
I've always regretted the whole Nazi tee stupidity, but the Misfits are something that I'll never apologize for.
Click here to go where eagles dare.I remember when I was in the, oh I don't know...5th grade, maybe? I had a cream colored leather jacket that because of the color didn't scream "Beware! Dangerous punk guy coming!" All of the other rockers at school wore black motorcycle jackets with their Judas Priest t-shirts. Me on the other hand, I wore this light colored members only style leather and an athletic grey tee that said "Hitler's World Tour" complete with the dates and town names where he did his buisness. In hindsight, I was an idiot for wearing a Hitler shirt, but at the time when being a young punk meant pissing off everyone, this shirt definitely fit the bill. The only sad part was I didn't even know exactly what Nazi's were and I asked my mom to get me the shirt because I had seen the Swastika worn by some British punk bands I liked. Anyway, I remember going to school one day wearing this very un-tough cream jacket along with the Nazi shirt. Nobody said a thing. Not the teachers. Not the principle. Heck, not even the crossing guard! I was largely ignored until one day I recieved a sticker in the mail from a fan club. This wasn't your ordinary fan club. No sir, this sticker bore the logo of the Misfits Fiend Club. I was so happy to get this little gift and quickly peeled it off the backing and placed it smack on the chest of that boring old jacket. That sticker must've had some magical hatred dust on it because I went to school the next day and as soon as I walked into class the teacher laid eyes on me, called my name, and sent me to the principals office. The next thing I know, I'm surrounded by my teacher, the principal, and for some reason, the school nurse. All of them looking down at me with disdain. All of them shaking their heads. All of them silent. Silent until my teacher broke the deafening quiet and said "Why would you wear such a thing to school? Does your mother know you have this on today?"
I don't really remember my answer, but looking back, isn't it sad that a young boy could go to school wearing a Nazi shirt unnoticed, but the minute he wears a Misfits patch he's a condemned man?
I've always regretted the whole Nazi tee stupidity, but the Misfits are something that I'll never apologize for.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Video of the week!!
I'd seen this movie a bunch of times, but after some time my memories faded. Then, I was spending some time over at http://listverse.com/
I was reminded of Amy Pohler's comic genius.
I was reminded of Amy Pohler's comic genius.
I'll say it twice - The Oblivians ROCK!
http://sharebee.com/24f8d45eClick here to grow balls and talk to that chick.
Because all of you kids have been good and kept your drinkin' shoes in the closet for a while, tonight I'd like you all to let em' loose and crack open a bottle of Black Nightmare while you do.
Get down to the wild sounds of The Oblivians because there's only two types of music:
Rock and Roll.
The Oblivians ROCK!!!
http://sharebee.com/725a31b8Click here to be offered a beer by someone better looking than you.
I picked up my motorcycle. It's a deep red 1977 Yamaha with gold trim.
Tonight I'm a little tipsy. I'm a light red with a smile you couldn't knock away with a crowbar.
Tonight I watched the Libertines DVD.
In short, tonight rocked!
So now I feeling like sharing the vibes with you guys.
Today I'd be obliged if you would take a listen to
Popular Favorites by The Oblivians.
PS. The new Reigning Sound album is coming out soon. Please nobody post it.
That's rock you oughta pay for because we need Greg to know we like what he's sellin'.
Tonight I'm a little tipsy. I'm a light red with a smile you couldn't knock away with a crowbar.
Tonight I watched the Libertines DVD.
In short, tonight rocked!
So now I feeling like sharing the vibes with you guys.
Today I'd be obliged if you would take a listen to
Popular Favorites by The Oblivians.
PS. The new Reigning Sound album is coming out soon. Please nobody post it.
That's rock you oughta pay for because we need Greg to know we like what he's sellin'.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
A request...
Hello everyone. To those of you who read my last post and left a comment...thank you so much. As it stands now, Mrs. Robot is in Boston with her mum while my two little doggies and I are holding down the homefront.
Things aren't looking any better, but don't fret...they aren't looking any worse.
Anyway, I'm sitting at my turntables attempting to rip some vinyl for you guys and for some reason I had a flash back of this party I DJ'd back in 1991. The reason that night stands out in my memory is because my buddy Slim, a lesbian who lived as a dude, helped me lug my records over there and ended up having a straight chick get totally hooked on her. Yeah, alcohol definitely had a big part, or maybe this unknown young lady had lesbian tendancies.
So to continue, I was spinning a bunch of random, fun records and getting the kids shakin' when I decided to put on this one red vinyl 12" by a girl named Elisa Fiorillo. The song was called "Ooh, this I need."
While that song played the entire party became one huge make out festival and watching my boy...I mean girl...Slim, kiss this young miss who actually had no idea that Slim was a female, got me happy to see such fun.
That being said...if any of you guys have an mp3 of Elisa Fiorillo's song "Ooh, this I need" I would be skyrocketing with joy. I don't remember if it was even a good song, but I'm just trying to grasp such a happy memory in full. Thanks. Music to come soon...for now however, please open a beer and enjoy the always incredible Frank Black.
Things aren't looking any better, but don't fret...they aren't looking any worse.
Anyway, I'm sitting at my turntables attempting to rip some vinyl for you guys and for some reason I had a flash back of this party I DJ'd back in 1991. The reason that night stands out in my memory is because my buddy Slim, a lesbian who lived as a dude, helped me lug my records over there and ended up having a straight chick get totally hooked on her. Yeah, alcohol definitely had a big part, or maybe this unknown young lady had lesbian tendancies.
So to continue, I was spinning a bunch of random, fun records and getting the kids shakin' when I decided to put on this one red vinyl 12" by a girl named Elisa Fiorillo. The song was called "Ooh, this I need."
While that song played the entire party became one huge make out festival and watching my boy...I mean girl...Slim, kiss this young miss who actually had no idea that Slim was a female, got me happy to see such fun.
That being said...if any of you guys have an mp3 of Elisa Fiorillo's song "Ooh, this I need" I would be skyrocketing with joy. I don't remember if it was even a good song, but I'm just trying to grasp such a happy memory in full. Thanks. Music to come soon...for now however, please open a beer and enjoy the always incredible Frank Black.
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