Oh, come on Biff. A retired dude like you should strive to be... Forever Young.
I have to go to Rod "fucking douchebag" Stewart with some customers next month. I hate my life.
They get the tones pretty well right but I need really simple straight forward arrangements. At least I do from every rock band not named Slayer. I don't need to be challenged by musicians challenging themselves if that makes any sense. That kind of stuff is totally wasted on me. I wanna rock and I really want to keep it simple. Ever since I started playing guitar Fu Manchu has taken over my life. If I could be Fu Manchu Jr I'd feel like I made something of myself.
Well the block party was awesome. I was supposed to get together with my friend Cat the weekend before to get my badge and stuff but I ate a gang of brownies and was totally incapacitated for two days. After not calling her back she made me a special badge:
I thought that was nice. So anyhow I showed up and they gave me a Mackie shirt and with my Mackie badge it was just like I worked there. Our little HQ was right behind the main stage and wow did every band on that one suck. The Hold Steady? Bleh, you gotta be kidding. So I had spied this band on the schedule called Steed Lord. I thought that was an epic name and figured it'd be some shitty metal or something. Well I wandered in there (they were on the Neumo's stage) and thought "Oh jesus this is gay". It was a live house act with vocalists. There was two dudes in the back working little techno machines and a chick that sang mostly in her natural voice and this other dude that sang through various forms of vocoder sound. So no way am I staying for that, right? WRONG. They were INSANE. To me this is absolutely the worst kind of music. But these people came all the way from Iceland to impress the fuck outta me. I was transfixed and stayed and danced through their whole set. So unexpected and so so good. If you like electronic shit then listen to Steed Lord. They do it best.
So it was a couple hours between them and Zeke so I just wandered around getting baked and drinking beers. I ran into a jiu jitsu dude there and we kicked it. I started breaking balls on a cigarrete girl and ended up with the digits. Nice.
So anyhow, I walked into the King Cobra early for Zeke so I could stake my claim at the front. Blind Mark came out hauling some massive Mesa head and threw it on top of a Marshall cab. I don't know what model it was but judging by the sheer amount of knobs I'd have to guess it was at least a quadruple rectifier. Maybe quintuple. God only knows. Anyhow he had it working for a second and was stomping this footswitch for a truly impressive variety of truly impressive tones. But then it fritzed out and he and the dude it belonged to fiddle with it for fucking ever. Finally Mark was getting hecka pissed (which is perfect actually, just like old times) and he just said fuck it. So then Donny comes out of the back lugging a Sovtek Mig. They put it where the Mesa was and of course it worked perfectly right away. Killer! Time to rock! Nope. Mark decided that he didn't like the Sovtek so he made rhythm dude trade over his JCM and Mark gave him the Sovtek. Then it started. And they proved for the one millionth time that ZEKE is this town's most precious gem. The greatest of all Seattle greats since the Dawn of Rock. They blew doors rocking and did the classic standing around and telling the audience to fuck off and calling us fags and pussies and saying we wasted our money. My favorite Blind Mark quote of the evening was "I want you all to go home. Think about what you've seen here. And wonder. Why did you pay the money?" It's hard to describe (there's a smidge of this kind of stuff at a fairly low level on the video) but Donny and Mark can seriously work a room and know just how to build up angry power to where the room is about to explode then they launch into a tune that just kills. Everybody. I spent the whole time up front and never hit the ground, even after the floor got slippery with beer. I was proud of this because people were deliberately trying to knock me down. I watched one dude repeatedly start from ten feet away and run into me at full force. And this one fool tried some flipping stage diving maneuver, kicked me SQUARE in the face on his way down and then kissed the cement floor with his lips. I felt a spark of anger for a second but when I saw how bad he got it from the floor figured he didn't really need any from me.
Anyhow, this video was not easy to take. If I hadn't grown up on a skateboard I'd have been on the floor. I haven't seen this aggro of a scene at a 21&up show in Seattle unless it's the Spits. I like that the first words you hear are "What can we break next?"
Rockstar Mayhem this Tuesday in Tampa. Looking forward to seeing Mastodon again (has it been two years already?), as well as seeing Dragonforce, and Machine Head for the first time. I'm really hoping Machine Head's setlist eschews anything from The Burning Red or Supercharger. Should be a pretty good time.
The Valley saturday at the Funhouse.
Yeah I'm pretty certain I'll be in Portland. Bummer.
Last time I saw them there Jim bounced a stick off his floor tom and it flew up and bounced off the ceiling and he caught the motherfucker and kept on playing like he does it like that every night.
I'm looking forward to it. Hopefully i'll see you sunday, should be a fun night.
Zeke is so awesome.
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