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Music Shit / Re: What Are You Listening To And What Do You Have To Say About it? PART VI

« on: July 27, 2015, 12:02:49 PM »

jazz sucks.  i would rather see chris wilson on his worst day than somebody playing self indulgent million note improvised bullshit after a lifetime honing their "craft".  fuck it, now i gotta play go go burger by jumping beans and willie, the type of music that brought me here in the first place.  theres a million places online for people to discuss jazz, fuck that shit. 

listening to the moto midnight at the guantanamo room single alot, and the hormones castaway is a surprise killer from the mid 90s.  umm, motards to scare hell out of your neighbors, factory path through the forest i picked up a reissue of that sounds like it was sourced from mp3, umm got a good deal on ballon farm question of temperature, great sounding single.  picked up the reds rip off single, busy signals are also in the stack for a comp tape i am working on to listen while delivery driving tonight.  been playing the new back from the graves alot, the vinyl sounds great.  oh yeah, and the last two descendents reunion albums, everything sucks is decent but the last one, cool to be you, has alot of shitty tunes.  its got a few good ones though too.

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Pop Punk / Re: Where have all the music message boards gone?

« on: July 27, 2015, 11:14:52 AM »

yeah i mean personally its been a couple years since i really tried getting into anything new.  i pick up some of the total punk stuff and reissues like the new back from the graves, and the new sonics record or whatever, but evrything new i hear just sounds like a rehash of something else or doesnt interest me. 

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Music Shit / Re: Embarrassing Shows You've Seen & Bands Insulting Each Other Onstage

« on: July 27, 2015, 10:21:00 AM »

its not about a show, but there is a story i would like to tell.  its 1997, and i pack the van full of my friends and we head down to madison.  a couple of my buddies had a place down there, and we went to visit them.  the drive down wasnt especially noteworthy, other than roy driving the wrong way down a divided highway.  i told him to turn around and he refused "i dont want to" hahaha, as we are driving directly into oncoming traffic going 65 mph. 

anyways, we find the place and i park out front.  the windows are all covered in tinfoil since the cops busted him the last time, for calling a bomb threat to police, threatening suicide by blowing himself up and "raining body parts" on everyone.  he got a month in jail for that, and when he got out, settled in to lots of drug use and drinking.  his roommate had the recent reissue of the real kids first album, i was pretty excited to hear that.  the other roommate would drop acid and stay up all night long, and in the morning drive the airport "limo" (van) while tripping his balls off. 

so we got drunk and stoned, and when we got up the next day, the van had a flat tire.  i guess i didnt notice it at night, but there was no parking on that street, we were actually parked right in the middle of a lane of traffic.  in the daytime, it was a busy street and everyone was having to drive around the van.  so i went back inside to work up the energy to replace the tire, and by the time i made it back outside the van was towed. 

dude's roommate says dont worry about it.  he knows where the impound lot is.  so our plan is, since the van isnt registered and doesnt have plates, we'll just go steal it back from the impound.  so we're walking down the street, its like 9am, and this girl with us is loudly projectile vomiting all over the sidewalk.  just walking and puking everywhere.  getting lots of dirty looks from people. 

finally we make it to the impound lot, and we dont see the van.  it takes us half the day just to get there, and its all fenced in, with barbed wire and a guard shack, etc.  no way we could get in there anyways, so we head back to the apartment.  its been a solid 8 hours of walking in the summer heat, and when we're like a block away, there is the van.  they towed it just around the corner.

its parked on a hill, and we still have to fix the flat, so we pop the spare on and head back for manitowoc.  about halfway home, in the middle of nowhere, the other front tire blows.  so we're stuck on the side of the interstate, and this is before the age of cellphones, so all we can do is walk, or sit tight and wait for a cop to show up.  we wait for the cop.

the cop gives us a ride to the closest town, mukwanago.  its the middle of the night by now, and he brings us to the one gas station, and the pay phone doesnt work.  we tell the cop, he replies "telephones are not my department" and leaves.  i call ann and beg her to come pick us up, she just hangs up the phone on me.  nobody else can get any help.

my one friend who could get some help (and shall not be named, for reasons that will soon be apparent) really didnt want to.  see, i knew that he was (mostly) a virgin, but not quite.  he actually fucked his young cousin not so long before, and her family lived nearby.  so he knew if he called his parents and asked for help, his dad would call his aunt and uncle, and then he might have to see this girl, and knowing how we were, the last thing he wanted was for that to happen, with this group of friends.  why someone would fuck his cousin and tell his friends about it in the first place is beyond me, but thats what it is.  she was like 14 years old. 

so yeah, that was our last option, but after sitting there for a couple hours he realized we had no choice.  so the aunt came to pick us up, and the whole group stayed the night at their house.  in the morning, we had breakfast with the cousin, who was being very flirtatious with her kin, and he was quite uncomfortable.  good looking girl though, and we actually held our tongues.  eventually they bought us a tire and helped us change it, and we made it back to manitowoc. 

not long after a couple of my friends were high on meth and drove the van into the lake, but thats a story for another day...  not sure why i wanted to tell this story, but it was hanging on the edge of my consciousness since last night, so i figured, why not?  maybe after work tonight i will tell some evolutions stories, or the first time i played a show while tripping on acid, or the time i ended up accidentally doing a big line of heroin right before a gig, thinking it was cocaine, hahaha. 

have no fears, i have stories for years...

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Music Shit / Re: Embarrassing Shows You've Seen & Bands Insulting Each Other Onstage

« on: July 27, 2015, 12:51:57 AM »

the opening band is playing and we're passing around bottles of booze in plain sight.  people are looking at us with open contempt.  when we go grab our guitars some people seem surprised we're in a band.  when we smashed our shit the night before at the end of the set, it broke the jacks out of our guitars.  we had to borrow other people's shit because all our shit was broken.  we couldnt play at all because we were too drunk, i remember falling down and just hitting an open A chord and looking at people's faces in the audience and thinking OH SHIT.  shit shit shit. 

we got about halfway through the set, RJ used to do this "act" where he would pretend to be more fucked up than he really was, and he would break shit, on purpose, like stomping on the monitors and throwing the microphone on the floor, stuff like that.  it wasnt until we invited the attempted thief of the night before, our "manager" jamie up to the stage to sing some guest vocals, that timebomb tom lost it and got up and literally threw us off the stage.  he shoved me into RJ, rj fell into roy, and roy fell off the side of the stage. 

in the parking lot they were jumping around on the hoods of cars, and the brides entourage from chicago confronted us, one of them even pulled some brass knuckles on us, but i guess they realized it wasnt worth their time and laughed it off.  we talked our way back inside the venue, and i dont remember exactly what happened, but someone was beating up roy, which i sort of expected, but then they spit on him and i jumped in.  i take a swing at the guy and roy jumps on his back, and at one point i remember slamming dude's head into the PA speakers, and of course we got kicked out again, this time for good, and due to the repeated prank phone calls after the fact, i was not allowed in the record store in green bay or to attend any shows for over 5 years. 

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Music Shit / Re: Embarrassing Shows You've Seen & Bands Insulting Each Other Onstage

« on: July 27, 2015, 12:36:00 AM »

eh, you know what?  fuck it. 

the year is 1997.  me and ann have separated, and roy is on bass for last sons.  we're invited to play midwest rip off fest 2 in chicago, and the next night in green bay, with loli and the chones and the brides.  empty bottle won't serve us because we're all underage, so we tell jamie he can be our manager if he gets us some booze.  jamie was only 20 but he already looked 30, so he had no problem getting some bottles at the liquor store down the street.  thing was, it was a long drive and we were pissed off, so now we were gonna show the empty bottle what was up!  we were gonna be drunk as fuck, and if anybody messed with us, cops for instance we were gonna say "the empty bottle is where we got the liquor" hahaha.  we pissed all over the backstage area and broke the boom box, smashed it on the floor.  two of those liquor bottles were gone in about ten minutes between the five of us.  the show was kind of a blur, luckily i have a tape of it. 

http://youtu.be/zbOJ7eB_oxc

so right after loli and the chones finish their set, jamie goes up to the bar and asks for the cash, and i guess they didnt know who the promoter was or whatever because they actually gave it to him!  so he pockets it, and tells us we need to get out of there in a hurry, but doesnt tell us exactly why, hahaha.  so we're like "our shit isn't even loaded up yet" and meantime there is a posse forming on the other side of the room, and we're like running out the back door, so he just kind of drops the money and runs.  we're already in the car and moving and he is running down the alley after us, and we didnt even shut the trunk so its just swinging open and closed, and i am drunk, and driving, looking in the rear view mirror at jamie running after us, and a group of people chasing him.  i take it slow and eventually he is able to jump in while we are still moving. 

the next night we show up to the gig in green bay, and guesss who is there?  all the same people who wanted to kick our ass in chicago, thats who. 

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Music Shit / Re: Embarrassing Shows You've Seen & Bands Insulting Each Other Onstage

« on: July 27, 2015, 12:14:53 AM »

man, this is pretty bad.  i mean, i could sit here and tell stories all night long.  jesus.

i mean, my first "real" band (band that played actual punk shows) was fronted by jamie evolution, who loved to spraypaint swastikas all over the place.  he's the one responsible for this masterpiece from the back of last sons of krypton "teenage trash" single. 



i was living in my van at the time, and drove it across town before seeing his fresh paint job.  needless to say, i was not real excited about it, but at least RJ had a camera.  i got some spraypaint and painted over it, parked across town the next night, and woke up the following morning with "GOOK" painted on the door. 

anyhoo...  yeah, i was in a band with these guys.



so where was i?  oh yeah, 1994, manitowoc wisconsin.  our band the stickpinz scored an opening slot for a gig with urbndk and rkl.  jamie is already fucked up out of his mind on a couple bottles of robitussin when we pick him up.  there's a pretty good crowd there, the oldest member of our band is 16, the youngest 14.  we kick off our tune "don't worry about me (worry about yourself)" which has the lyrics "I'm a nazi supporting white national socialist."  the song ends, and the people watching do not clap.  they dont make any sound.  they just kind of stand there, a few of them with their mouths hanging open. 

hey, the guy was one of the only kids i knew who was hip to decent music at that age in this small city.  i didnt give a shit about the content of his lyrics, i was just psyched he was capable of writing lyrics and singing punk rock music and wanted to practice and get drunk with us every day, all summer long.  and he was just as willing to sing the shit the rest of us wrote, like our guitar players anti drug anthem, which he would sing "drugs are for FOOLS - like YOU!" while stoned out of his mind and drunk off his ass, hahaha.  none of us particularly enjoyed his nazi posturing, but it didnt bother us enough to do more than roll our eyes and say "bullshit" either.

anyways, a short time later we were outside, and jamie literally threatened EVERYONE to fight.  people were pretty much just feeling sorry for him and trying to avoid contact, but eventually someone got pissed enough to punch him and toss him in the gutter, and finally spit on him. 

that was the beginning, and it wasnt exactly uphill much from there.  most of the really bad stuff i wont even tell, because it sure doesnt make me look good even being involved in it.  i dont know how else to explain it but the friendship of the damned, people who hung out together not because we particularly liked or enjoyed each other's company, but just because we were all so sick and fucked up in our own ways that nobody else could tolerate us. 

1995 - a 17 year old jamie evolution already looks like an old man



so yeah, after that we played mostly parties and didnt get any more "real" punk gigs.  1995, me, ann and RJ are hanging out all the time, trying to get a band going.  RJ would try to write songs, stuff like "pedro is a spic", "ringo is gay", and "kill the elf" but he had no understanding of verse/chorus or even basic song structure, so it was just random bar chords, different every time.  finally we settled on a process of writing down arbitrary numbers selected at random just so we could have a bass and guitar playing the same notes each time. 

everybody hated us.  even the people who didnt know us, once they talked to the scene kids about us, we would be cut off.  nobody would book us and nobody would even share a practice space.  we were pretty much fucked.  jamie took to carrying a lead pipe around after some kids made him take off his jean jacket and watch as they burned it in front of him.  the few times we did manage to get put on a bill, everyone would go outside while we played.  this was a trend in our hometown that continued well into the time last sons of krypton were in their heyday.  100 people would be at a show, and there would be 15 of them inside when we played.  people were constantly picking fights with us.

it was halloween and me, ann, and a kid from my new high school had a band called "man in space".  we did mostly crappy covers, including a "punk" version of the mister ed theme.

http://youtu.be/PT6Ql3z6fvg

the school was having a halloween dance, and they said our band could play.  afterwards, there would be a pie eating contest downstairs in the band room.  everything was going great until most everyone left for the pie eating part, thats when the rest of us who were hanging out bored in the auditorium/cafeteria decided to trash the place.  we were tossing chairs, smashing pumpkins, just totally wrecked the place.  i had a camera and was shooting video.  you can see that video beginning at the 2:05 mark.  note pumpkin smash by dude on the right at 2:27

http://youtu.be/0gKRcMSLLFc

eventually the kids in the contest and the chaperones came back upstairs and saw the damage.  luckily they didnt think to ask to see my video tape!!!  anyways, we told them that some other, bigger kids we did not know had come in and trashed it.  one girl was sobbing hysterically, just crying because she was so sad that we smashed her pumpkin.  the janitor refused to clean it and left the whole mess for monday morning, for the principal to see in person.  the police were also called.  it was not to be the last time we incurred the wrath of the two rivers wisconsin high school staff, because just a few short months later...

LAST SONS OF KRYPTON were born, and had our first opportunity to play at my old high school in manitowoc's BATTLE OF THE BANDS, which one of the other loser bands was fronted by a dude who offed himself not long thereafter after failing to graduate on time, but i digress...  (i have a tape of the show)

back to the city between two rivers.  our brand new band is given the opportunity to play a halftime show on two rivers community access cable television!  i assumed nobody was watching or gave a shit about locally televised high school basketball games, but 1995 small town wisconsin was not ready for the likes of I DONT WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL, which i had never even considered the content of, to be offensive, other than the FUCK YOU SCHOOL'S NOT COOL part of the song, but anyways, apparently some folks didnt care for it, so first thing monday morning i was called down to the principals office, and hollered at, to which i could only snicker, having (literally) over 200 detentions on the books (they would have weekend "double hours" detention where kids would sit 8 hours and get credit for 16) you could not graduate until you did your detentions, which was fine with me, because i had no intention of graduating anyhow.  so old man "mr wood" is in my face "YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?" and i am like "yeah. its pretty funny" hahaha, because, what do i care?

we recorded "atom bomb" a few days later, and i dropped out of high school.  in addition to last sons of krypton, with RJ, who was a legit great punk singer and front man, i had another band, the dropouts, with my friends who were all dropouts.  jamie evolution, the less talented but still cool young local punk singer, had graduated from racism to misogyny (gonna grab you by the hair and tear the shit out - show you what pain is all about - kick you in the head until you are dead - i want you to be dead, girl.)  and we were churning out the hits, and, and, AND, my dad's neighbor turned out to be in a way cool garage punk band that needed a drummer, so i was doing that too. 

in manitowoc, where there was a thriving punk scene, we couldnt get noticed, but eventually the demos started turning heads and ears up in green bay, and we snagged an opening spot for THE BUSINESS.  we were TBA on the flyer, and there were lots of manitowoc folks at the show not expecting to see us walk in with our guitars and shit.  we packed four people, two amps, and a basic drum kit into this gremlin.  i have a tape of the show.  we rocked the place, of course. 



i mean, i could write a book about this shit.  god, just the dropouts have so many ridiculous stories.  its 1998, i am 19 years old now and have experienced being a runaway, and eventually ending up homeless down in florida.  i am back in my hometown, with nowhere to stay, and not really giving a fuck.  spoiler alert: the night ends with me in jail. 

we were supposed to play this party, that we showed up just as the dude's parents were leaving town, with six kegs of beer.  that put the end to that plan, but in those days of yore before the cell phone was invented, folks in rural manitowoc county converged anyways, and we set out in search for a location for revelry.  there was a caravan of about 20 cars slowly driving from one farmhouse to another, until we eventually found a hopping wedding reception way out in the middle of nowhere, at a bar that had recently went out of business.  theyre cool with all the people crashing the party, because we have a van full of beer kegs, but to the credit of the original intended hosts, theyre determined to have our band play. 

by this time, we're not high school kids anymore.  we might have been 19-20 but we were well into our addictions.  the scene that originally excluded us has mostly evaporated as the posers go on to college and folks with motivation and brains move ANYWHERE BUT MANITOWOC hahaha.  simply by continuing to exist as a manitowoc punk band, we had generated a few supporters.  someone started throwing basement shows, they became a regular thing, it built up to this 6 keg night, and luckily, we had found a venue that seemed at least willing to entertain the IDEA of having us play.  the deal was let the band play, and we share our beer. 

the wedding party sent a guy to ask us some questions, he seemed leery at our shitty amps and crappy radio shack PA, but we assured him we could play metallica and sabbath and all that hard rock radio shit, and we would gladly play it all night long if they would just give us a shot.  well, rural manitowoc county does not have that high of a standard for their entertainment, and we did come with a whole shitload of free beer, so they gave us the go ahead and we tooted up some lines quick out in the parking lot.  jamie was wasted, he fell face first onto the ground and didnt even manage to put his hands out, totally fucked up his forehead.  bleeding, he leads us through our 15 min set of classics like "vietnam in the USA" (which only lyrics are "I want another Vietnam" x4 and then "VIETNAM IN THE U.S.A." x4) and the afore mentioned "Dead Girl".  we keep promising to play the cover tunes after "just a few more of our originals" and after FOUR HOURS of playing the same 15 minutes of music, over and over, we FINALLY play "louie louie" until they pulled the plug.  i have a tape of that show.  when we got back to town, i was wandering around aimlessly with nowhere to go when the cops snatched me up for a warrant for unpaid fines and i spent the rest of the weekend in jail.

another time we were playing this basement with a 50 gallon barrel of wop.  it was 6:45 and i was the drunkest i had ever been, in my life.  we could barely play and steve smut, who was on bass at the time, was pissed because he spent $1200 on a PA and i guess we didnt sound like the descendents or whatever.  so at the end of the set he hits me in the face with his bass and trashes my drums.  its like 7:15 or something, and i am wasted.  i am staggering through people's yards, and there is a family having a BBQ.  i walk into their yard, the father pulls his young daughter close as i projectile vomit all over their grass, while continuing to walk.  i pass out in the car for a couple hours, and then i go upstairs and piss my pants.  for some reason they decide to move the party to the vacant apartment upstairs where i am passed out with piss pants.  i am vaguely aware of a band playing and everyone partying around me, but i am too drunk to really move or anything so i just lay there, wet.  at one point jamie lifts someone;s wallet and they confront him about it, its one of the other bands drummer.  jamie grabs a stick out of the window and starts violently waving it around.  dude says to jamie "just give it back and apologize" and of course jamie responds "fuck you" so the guy drags him outside and is just taking his head and smashing it into the concrete in the driveway over and over, it makes a sick THUD sound over and over, and he just won't apologize.  that woke me up, and we posed for some pictures. 

https://youtu.be/Y4-dJl4gsB0



i have lots of other good stories, like getting kicked off the stage at midwest ripoff fest 2, or jamie attempting to steal all the door money from our chicago gig at empty bottle with loli and the chones and the brides...  i could go on and on all night but i have already wasted FAR too much time on this...

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Pop Punk / Re: Where have all the music message boards gone?

« on: July 26, 2015, 09:08:45 AM »

once when i was a teenager, a friend of mine was dating this really annoying girl, so i made a ton of noise late at night when she was trying to kick me out, blasting chords out his guitar until the cops showed up.  while they were writing a warning, i quietly said to my friend's girlfriend, whose apartment it was "i hope they dont find the bullshit room".  immediately the cops ears perked up.  "whats the bullshit room?  what happens there?"  so i respond "oh nothing, dont worry about it" hahaha.  when they couldnt find the "bullshit room" they contented themselves with tearing her whole apartment apart, pulling the stuffing out of the couch cushions, emptying out the closets, etc, the whole 9 yards.  after about an hour, and totally destroying her apartment, they accepted they werent going to find anything, and left.  then i left.  that was the last time i saw that girl. 

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New Releases For Sale/Distro Updates / Stream Last Sons of Krypton - Teenage Trash LP for FREE

« on: July 25, 2015, 11:39:00 PM »

Steve Z
i figure by this point  Certified PR isnt going to bank $3 BILLION from "Teenage Trash" LP sales...
I'm about ready to let the thing stream free, video some sorta video on youtube
do you wanna do what ramma lamma did and make a video of the the entire lp, with images collaged over the top
and post it from your Officer Brad X you tube thing, or should I just do it

Officer Brad D
you dont have the rights to stream it on youtube.  do that and i will file a copyright claim and theyll pull your account.
i own united states copyright to that album.  the only thing i allowed was for you to make a set number of physical albums.
i might ot might not post it on youtube, but thats no business of yours.

Steve Z
Ok. Bro
No reason for saltiness

Officer Brad D
it was your suggestion that i spend the money on the copyright.  i own all rights for digital distribution.  if people want to stream it, they can stream it here:

https://lastsonsofkrypton.bandcamp.com/album/teenage-trash-album

Teenage Trash (album), by Last Sons of Krypton
20 track album
lastsonsofkrypton.bandca mp.com

Steve Z
I'm not planning on making any sales

Officer Brad D
yeah i hear that, but i DO make sales, and if someone can stream it from youtube theyre not visiting the site i profit from

Steve Z
I thought at this point why not post to YouTube

Officer Brad D
i am just telling you.  i dont care what ramma lamma does.  its not yours to post on youtube.  you dont own it.
i was already pissed you put up air raid on soundcloud without my permission

Officer Brad D
https://lastsonsofkrypton.bandcamp.com/album/teenage-trash-album

Teenage Trash (album), by Last Sons of Krypton
20 track album
lastsonsofkrypton.bandca mp.com

Officer Brad D
thats where people can stream the album.

Steve Z
If you wanna get shitty over something
 don't really care about I hear ya
Ok whatever.  Cool man.

Officer Brad D
it is something i care about.  its available to stream.  the whole reason i paid for a copyright is so i can have control over digital distribution, etc.

Steve Z
Wasn't planning on selling anything
I don't do digital

Officer Brad D
it has nothing to do with sales.  i dont want it streaming on youtube, unless i post it.  if i do post it, thats my business.  i dont know how much simpler i can make it.

Steve Z
Point taken,  I guess
YouTube cop caller,  haha
Sean lynch/"bob seeger" better not make a fan vid or officer Officer Brad x will internet police their asses.

Steve Z
Don't worry. I won't bother promoting the release anymore.

Officer Brad D
what do i care?  dont promote your investment, how does that affect me?
if "promoting" = giving away the whole thing for free, against my wishes, then yeah, dont promote it.

Steve Z
It doesn't. I'm not sure what your problem is tonight,  but I'm not looking for a shit storm over nothing.
I'll talk to ya in a few days I guess

Officer Brad D
you told me you were going to post my album for free on youtube.  i told you no, and it turned into an argument.  its none  of your business whether i post the album anywhere, or not, i am just reminding you.  you cant just tell me to do it, or you'll do it yourself.  it was your casual intended use of my property that pissed me off.

Steve Z
I really don't care about a video.  I took a toke and thought it was a decent idea.  Guess not.  I accept your "no"

Officer Brad D
okay

Steve Z
 I get your point.  Really
Not in the mood for the saltiness

Officer Brad D
i dont come over and take your records and give them away or otherwise tell you what to do with your property.  online distribution is my deal.  its none of your business, period.
i dont mean to be a dick but there is no gray area here.  i dont want you to be confused or otherwise later say you didnt understand me.

Steve Z
Again, I get it. Just don't feel like ANY other response than whatever

Officer Brad D
good.  because i dont want to hear any, hahaha.

Steve Z
Whatever

Officer Brad D
if you're feeling especially generous you could pull that clip of air raid you put up without my permission
whatever yourself, dude.  you're the one that convinced me to get the copyright.  all i am doing is telling you not to distribute my shit digitally.  i have every right to do that.

Steve Z
You win. Rar
You're Officer Brad x I hear you roar

Officer Brad D
its something that was already bugging me.  and then your cavalier attitude of YOU decided to give it away, so i could either do it, or you would do it yourself.

Steve Z
Yeah, again.  I don't care.  Forget I mentioned it.

Officer Brad D
yeah good.  dont mention it again.

Steve Z
I don't fucking care

Officer Brad D
great.  fantastic.

Steve Z
"Cavalier"... my new alter ego... lol

Officer Brad D
ghoulishly foolish records, inc.

Steve Z
Muther fucking YouTube video or your life,  dick face
I'll show you cavalier fucking fucker

Officer Brad D
insouciant

Steve Z
Don't fucking fuck with me
Bro

Officer Brad D
dont make me call the internet police on you, asshole.
consequences will never be the same!!!

Steve Z
I'll fucking YouTube whatever the fuck  I want bitch

Officer Brad D
if you had put it on youtube i would have sent you a friendly request to take it down.  failing that, i would have hopped in my truck, driven to florida, and murdered you and your entire family.

Steve Z
I'm calling the internet cops, fucker

Officer Brad D
you probably should, because i am pretty sure i just threatened to kill you, hahaha
a florida jury would consider it justifiable though.  standing my ground and defending my copyright.  thats just how i roll.

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Music Shit / Re: Kim Fowley Thread

« on: July 25, 2015, 11:25:15 PM »

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ozr4MJ7C1Yw

wow, thats great!

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Music Shit / Re: Kim Fowley Thread

« on: July 25, 2015, 12:08:44 AM »

i maintain that if joe blow down the street was accused of molesting children and continued sleeping with young boys in his bed, he would be lucky if the neighbors didnt hang his ass from a tree.

BULLSHIT that worked out so well in Steubenville even one guy is now at OSU in Columbus Ohio and nobody there blinks an eye. Rapists don't change or stop until they go to prison and even then it goes on after release.

thats a fucking stupid comparison.  we're talking about a grown man molesting prepubescent boys here, not some jocks date raping at a party.  society tolerates rape culture when its the "normal" kind, "slut" girl gets drunk and "gets what she deserves".  happens all the time and nobody really cares.

on the other hand, everyone is against fucking children. 

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2408953/Texas-father-beat-Jesus-Flores-death-raping-5-year-old-daughter-NOT-face-murder-charges.html

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Non-Music Shit / Re: Cascade Record Pressing.

« on: July 25, 2015, 12:05:19 AM »

yeah i think its gonna come down to the quality of the records if i use them in the future.  the vinyl the test pressing was cut on is really thick and seems good quality...  its not real loud compared to other vinyl but the dynamic range seems to all be there.  crisp highs and low lows, and no unexpected crackles or other noticeable flaws.  we'll see what the records look like when they get here.  i dont necessarily mind waiting 6 months to get records if they sound good...  and their prices are really cheap for low quantity runs.  500 7" for $800 or 250 albums for a grand is a steal! 

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Non-Music Shit / Re: Cascade Record Pressing.

« on: July 23, 2015, 09:17:24 PM »

Indeed, record pressing can be dangerous, even lethal. Tom Dillander, the owner of Palomino Records Pressing in Shepherdsville, Kentucky, died on February 7, 2013, after suffering injuries when his plant's boiler exploded. The Cascade guys bought and installed a boiler that's the size of a room, with its own cooling tower, and also made significant power upgrades to their Milwaukie warehouse.

anyone ever use palomino?  we have the rev norb and the onions/last sons of krypton 12" split being pressed there right now, took 5 months to get a test pressing and we're still waiting for the albums.  all the people who work there are dillanders i think, there's three of them i have corresponded with already.  they seem like good people who are just overwhelmed, but their prices are cheap as hell 'cause theyre a tiny operation with just one manual press. 

i wanted to support them because i like to support small family owned business.  the test pressing sounds good so i am optimistic regardless of the ridiculously long turnaround.  colored vinyl was only about $1200 for 250 albums.

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Music Shit / Re: Kim Fowley Thread

« on: July 23, 2015, 08:14:37 PM »

Spacecase: "self-convicting" reputation my ass. Reputations aren't evidence. That's how innocent people get the chair. Innocent until proven guilty is one of the central tenets of our democracy, idiot #1.

Reputation -- N O T E V I D E N C E -- What is your malfunction, knuckleheads? The man is dead and can't defend himself. He's a convenient target BECAUSE of his reputation.

exactly.  if jackie fox says kim fowley raped her, of course its true, even though two witnesses she calls by name deny being there or aware it happened.  even though the victim herself threatened to sue, and claimed it never happened.  but he has a "self convicting" reputation, so he is guilty.

michael jackson, on the other hand, was accused of molesting children.  we know he had the opportunity and certainly intentionally secluded himself with young boys in his bedroom, a pattern of behavior that continued even after he paid tens of millions of dollars in hush money and narrowly avoided criminal charges.  but regardless of his reputation, he was found not guilty by the same criminal justice system that said OJ was innocent, you know, the one that has one set of rules for the mega rich, and one set for everyone else.

i maintain that if joe blow down the street was accused of molesting children and continued sleeping with young boys in his bed, he would be lucky if the neighbors didnt hang his ass from a tree. 

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Music Shit / Re: Kim Fowley Thread

« on: July 23, 2015, 07:57:18 PM »

"Innocent until proven guilty..." Ha! This is America. Two million incarcerated and counting...we've passed the Soviets in both Olympic medals and prisoners.

truly. and i'm done harpin' on it now but wanna point out MJ was found not guilty but is still considered guilty by most. everything is fucked up and no one fuckin cares.

okay, i would point out that OJ was also found not guilty, and the cops who beat rodney king, and bill clinton "never had sex with that woman". 

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Music Shit / Re: Kim Fowley Thread

« on: July 23, 2015, 07:50:35 PM »

One of the better MJ defenses I've read(he still did it, though).  www.reddit.com/r/videos/comments/1azrsz/30_years_ago_today_michael_jackson_moonwalked_for/c92hfk6?context=1

"hanging out late playing video games on a massive bed and someone passes out."

except thats not what happened, at all.  there was an obvious and deliberate pattern of michael sending the parents and sisters away and locking himself up in that room with young boys, and only young boys, with no supervision, and sleeping with them.  it wasnt someone falling asleep by accident, it was by design.  and then he gets accused of molesting one of the kids and pays millions of dollars to avoid a trial, and what happens?  we all know what happens.  he keeps sleeping with young boys in his bed, with the door locked and the parents elsewhere. 

and as far as the fowley thing, fox says jett and currie saw the whole thing, jett and currie say they didnt see shit. 

http://www.theonion.com/article/woman-assaulted-celebrity-just-needs-sit-tight-40--50893

yet Currie wanted to put the story in her book

yup, and fox threatened to sue her, and said it never happened. 

"the event described in Cherie's book never happened" -jackie fox

joan jett, who fox said was there, also says she didnt see shit

"Anyone who truly knows me understands that if I was aware of a friend or bandmate being violated, I would not stand by while it happened...I was not aware of this incident."  -joan jett

"Honestly, I was not there when this happened, as Jackie says it did, so I really can't tell you much.  -lita ford