M.D.I.Why. the art, gear, music, filth, depravity of Ross Sewage
Haven’t even had time to post about my trip up north with Ludicra and then Impaled.
Here’s a summary; saw emus fucking, Aesop pissed on my shoe, saw a naked guy cover himself in mud, met Rom, ate eggs straight from a chicken’s ass, shat in a bucket, Continue reading “my little vacation”
I’m going to kill someone. We’ve been ordered to remix. And band shit has been REAL fun even before this. Write on the chalkboard 100 times: I will never sign to a major… I will never sign to a major…
I heard that “jig” was a racist term. Fuck it, who likes the Irish, anyway?
These myspace buttons suck. They’re too limited. I want to be able to enter my status as “permanently self-involved”…
The new Impaled site is up. http://www.impaled.info it has a funny splat noise that makes me giggle… tee hee!
… the more questions I have. But that’s rad… my life is an excellent, interesting, and entertaining diversion from my life.
Not the last Nile record though… that’s kinda boring, as I’m finding out.
The new Ludicra, though, which I have a finished copy of in my hands, is the opposite of that. You know, it’s fun being a member of an award-winning band that kills everything else on the planet. Yes… even better than the Beatles.
And let’s not even get started on the next Impaled… yeesh, I’m lucky to be working with some of the most amazing musicians and artists around. And they… are lucky to be working with me.
Thursday… played with Ludicra. The night was fine, minus my truck not going up hills and the smelly hobo clowns dancing at the show. Yes, hobo clowns… no, there was no mirth involved. Just stink. Send out the clowns.
Friday, saw Dawn of the Dead. Not bad… heads blew up, zombies ate people… no complaints here.
Saturday… my truck makes its final gasp as I’m picking up Ludicra’s guitarist and singer in SF. Irony of ironies… some guy had just offered to buy the truck off of me maybe an hour before, as is. I should’ve taken the offer. My lovely woman Keri took us to the show (I’m that guy) and we played. The stage was rushed. At least five fistfights broke out. One guy we kind of knew ended up punching our closer friend and he got whupped but good and ended up crashing through a plate glass window. Blood was everywhere. I love saying that. Blood was everywhere. Drank at our guitarists house in Santa Cruz while telling the Germans we played with not to throw us in the ovens. I don’t think they thought it was funny.
Got picked up on by two homeless guys this week. Man, I still got the ol’ charm.
Rocks.
Ludicra is finished with basic tracking. Christy, Laurie, John, Aesop, and our guests, Sansa, Ron, Sigrid, Jackie, and Kris rock. Billy Anderson rocks.
Impaled is getting the next album together. And we’re having a rockin’ porn photographer take photos of us soon… sweet! Sorry, ladies and gents, there will be no Impaled weiner for y’all to marvel at, just our rockin’ faces. Our new guitarist Jason rocks. The new songs rock. We might be recording with someone supercool who totally rocks.
My room at my house has got new shelves which allowed me to unpack my drawing table… which rocks. Got to work on my rockin’ idea for the Engorged seven inch cover; a band, who by the way, rocks.
I got to go to some rockin’ parties with Brian, George, Tony, the Nixter, Nahthan, Aaron, Dino, Neela, Julie, Koa, Josh, and other rockers forgotten in the haze of the evening. But everyone rocked.
Of course, this would’ve been more appropriate to post, oh, I don’t know, the day after the Ludicra show, minus me having to work and my intense exhaustion.
It was a banner evening for Lucifer’s Hammer. With four excellent (if I may say so myself) bands, it seemed that the old Lucifer’s crowd was out along with scores of people I’ve never seen before.
Blown to Bits just keeps getting better and better. They totally reorganized first as a three piece, and now as a four piece again, it’s obvious they have their rage in full effect.
Brainoil was heavy as a collapsed star, like they always are. You could tell the energy of the crowd was infectious as Nate and Greg made REALLY angry faces for two such affable fellows.
I only heard Kylesa, as my lady 1 Keri and Christine from Area 51 were busy piercing my arms in the upstairs office. Ooooh! It hurt so good! And they did an excellent job. Kylesa sounded awesome… at least, as much as I could hear inbetween my screams while having needles punched through my skin.
I was just inebriated enough as Ludicra went on. The crowd gave us enormous energy, and I think we played three songs more than we intended, seeing as how the bastards wouldn’t let us leave the stage. I mean, really, folks… that’s just plain ridiculous. But thanks, anyway.
Pix of Ludicra from the show by Nate from Brainoil…
The show over, I headed to my lady’s house, and got about three hours of sleep before taking her and our pal Aimee to the airport for their sojourn to Amsterdam. That’s so cool… and so totally sucky. Well… three weeks isn’t that long, is it? Twenty-one days… Five-hundred and four hours… Thirty-thousand, two-hundred and forty-minutes… One-million, eight-hundred and fourteen thousand and four-hundred seconds…
Well… I meant to keep up an intense journal over the next few days, but things are happening so fast, there aren’t “days” to keep up with! Saturday, the big day. It’s time to go record songs. I’m still sick, Christy’s sick, Keri’s not sick, but then, she’s not going to the studio with us. I have a GREAT morning…
Christy and I take off a bit early and we get to play a bit with Aesop our drummer’s awesome kid, Ezra. We head out, bagels and coffee for all (we’re such goddamn jews… recording black metal?). We get to the studio… and what happens over the next twelve hours was like, I don’t know, magic. I’ve never had such a productive day in my life. All four of us played together, with only the drums and bass having to be perfect all the way through.
Aesop blows me away… his style is without compare, and he blasts through all the songs. Billy is a great producer to work with, easing us along, no pressure, and we’re all laughs inbetween these super dour, super emotional songs. I laughed so hard on separate occasions, my stomach cramped up. I managed to get my drink on eventually, but not to the detriment of the material (no whiskey was involved). The day goes so well, Aesop and I are fucking done! I had two more days scheduled to record, and that’s it, the rhythm section is done. And I made it through with minor punch ins on only two songs. Pretty good for the shittiest bassist in the Bay Area.
So I called John, our other guitarist, to see how day three went. Christy aced the songs on her primary overdubs and did all her second tracks as well. What the fuck? If things keep going so well, we’re gonna have to stop being so depressed. What will become of Ludicra?