Middian Rules

and Midian suck donkey dicks…

This is the story of a good band, Middian, a shitty band, Midian, and a spineless record label, Metal Blade.

Middian, as you may know, is the awesome doom band from Eugene, formed by Mike Scheidt of Yob fame. They released a crushing debut album last year, toured the country, and got rave reviews, and generally kicked ass.

I’m sure you’ve never heard of Midian. No one has (well, maybe their 513 friends on theirMySpace). The reason is they suck. Not just a little, this band is like the crusty shit stain on an otherwise fresh pair of drawers. They have a website that hasn’t been updated in 7 years, and so far as I can tell, they’ve recorded an EP sometime in 1999, played some shows in Milwaukee, and that’s it. The one thing this band did do is trademark the name “Midian.” At least, they say they did. Note the spelling please… Well, this band playing numetal that’s already old must’ve noticed that Middian was garnering some fame.

Metal Blade Records, that consummate arbiter of fairness in the music industry, got a cease and desist letter from “Midian” regarding Metal Blade’s band, “Middian.” They may have been looking for an out of case settlement to get some pay, for all the hard work they put into touring all four venues of Milwaukee. Metal Blade drops “Middian” like a whore drops a flaccid cock and gives up.

Now, the members of Middian have to start over with a new band name. no contract, and one can be sure some kind of feeling of utter disappointment. Metal Blade is free from the stigma of credibility in regards to artist relations. And Midian? Instead of any pay off, they get to keep flogging a differently spelled name to their 513 friends with the blessed knowledge that they fucked over much more capable artists than themselves. Their star surely will never stop rising.

I did the cover for Middian, and now I’d like to offer Midian some artwork, too… Here you go, boys!

The word from Middian’s own page: 

So, we had a hell of a time finding a name. When Middian was suggested, we did a search and found nothing out there. So we went ahead and called ourselves Middian. However, in October, we received a cease and desist demand from Midian of Milwaukee, LLC. After checking our options, we have found ourselves with no choice but to comply with the demand. So, Middian no longer exists. We have also been dropped from the Metal Blade roster as a result of this litigation, being unable to sell our album Age Eternal ever again as well. The three of us are still going to be playing music together. It just isn’t going to be Middian anymore. We do not know what it is going to be called at this point. But we are still really into playing music with each other. Lots of folks were really good to us during the course of our existence and we really appreciate it. Please keep an eye out for us. Hopefully, you’ll be hearing from us very soon. We are too overwhelmed with the situation to respond to e-mails regarding this, so don’t take offense if we don’t reply. Trust that we are grateful for people’s love and support and ours is with you. DOOM, Mike, Will, and Scott

The Emperor does wear clothes

Indeed, the Emperor has new clothes, and they apparently consist of a Ludicra shirt. I didn’t know that old coot was so cool. I bet Darth is more into NSBM and Burzum, though. He’s racist against the sand people.

The Ludicra show last Saturday was real neat. I like the Hazmat, and I think everyone had a swell time. Rebel’s Advocate and Born/Dead both really kicked a lot of butt.

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real end of tour

Ever been to Bourbon St. in Concord? That venue sucks balls! Luckily, we had a good show there with the tour. I was so sick the day after coming home from Portland, I had to have a shot of whiskey to keep me going before the show. Medicinal!

The very lastest show was one which we didn’t even know about until we’d hit Denver, in Orangevale. The club, which I’d never been to, turned out to be quite swell with a very punchy and hilarious sound guy. Raul had to work, but we managed to make it to the club just in time. Punctual!

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December 1

It’s all about the law of diminishing returns. Our returns for what we do diminish. I think. Actually, I’m not sure what the law of diminishing returns refers to, but it makes it sound like I could have made it on Wall St. instead of been in a band. I could have, but I don’t have to prove it to you. I know.

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I can’t remember what I wrote last in Denver. We had some nice folks from Cheyenne buy us WAY too many shots. I do recall putting down my computer after typing some stuff and then heading upstairs to the mezzanine to kick some people’s ass. Whiskey makes you think you can do stuff like that even when you’re as scrawny as me. I guess my overconfidence worked, because these schlubs who’d accidentally spilled some beer on me seemed very intimidated. Go me.

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First date with Napalm

HOLY FUCKING SHIT AM I DRUNK!!!!

ross sewage is drunk

damn, napalm death is on stage now and am I ever fucked up. I couldn’t help it. We only played in front of maybe 20 people,, but I swear, those 20 people bought me shots.
we drove 20 hours to join this tour, maybe more since Sean had to slow down iin the slushy snowy areas. Anyway, we got here, we rocked as hard as we could, and now Napalm is on stage. From what I gather, this tour isn’t going the best it could. That’s cause they asked Impaled to join. We’re bad luck. That was a bad idea. Oh well, we profit!

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Japan: September 21

You say it’s your birthday? Dun nuh nuh nuh nuh… It’s my birthday, too! Dun nuh nuh nuh nuh… Are you on an airplane? Dun nuh nuh nuh nuh… Well then, fuck you! Yup, today is my birthday and I’m spending it right now on a plane bound for California. With the time difference and crossing the International Date Line, I’ll have managed to stretch the celebration of my birth out for forty hours, if my math is correct. That’s a long time to spend turning thirty-one.

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It’s time to go home. Always bittersweet, especially given that I have to head straight back into work. The very clean streets of Japan will be sorely missed when I begin again my daily ritual of counting the human waste deposits in the alley towards my place of employ.

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