Posts Tagged ‘metallica

03
Apr
11

It’s the final countdown

Hardly.

So I’ve been doing the Coachella warm-up countdown over at Examiner. Gratuatous self-promotion in 3….2….1….

CLICK ME FOR FREE MONEY. Just kidding. No, but click for my articles.

Also, I’ve become a full-time writer for MetalRiot.com,which I will also pimp:

All of my articles and reviews

Both avenues are quite fulfilling and MetalRiot is growing at a fine rate. I hope to one day take down Blabbermouth.net, but not for any moral reason. The site is the gold standard and to top it would be monumental. I work with a good team of people and being a part of a successful project may open up doors I never thought possible.

As for concerts, this month and the next are totally packed just so long as promoters and bands hold up their end of the bargain and let me in.

This Friday is the first time I will be seeing Sleeptytime Gorilla Museum and the last time they will ever perform again (not true, they play one more show the next night but I wanted to sound cool).

Then Coachella is NEXT WEEK OH MY GOD and that should be most exciting. No interviews scheduled this year, so it may be a bit less hectic and disappointing than last year. I need more energy for the lasers, anyway.

Saturday, the biggest metal show of all time is coming to Indio and I get to see Metallica, Megadeth, Anthrax, and the mighty Slayer. Also, I may get to do an interview, which would I think cause me to stammer and freak out a bit.

Dredg’s new album comes out May 3rd and a show at the Roxy is due to accompany it. I’m close to being confirmed, but may have to go the night before, which isn’t too bad but I’ve never been a CD release show that didn’t involve a hometown friend being in the band.

May is sort of insane, with that Dredg show being in the same eight day period as Between the Buried and Me, Portugal The Man, Ghostland Observatory, Mogwai, and Coheed & Cambria. I’m only confirmed for the first and the last show of that list, with Coheed’s being a double set (acoustic included) and the entireity of their debut album being played with more promised content. If I do go to each and every show, it will be the best and worst week of my professional life. The pennies in clicks I get pale in comparison to how much gas I have to buy as well as time lost sitting in LA traffic as all six shows are in the City of Angels.

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18
Mar
11

Dr. Lemmy (or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love 2011)

Oh, Lemmy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You grizzled Adonis. You Saint of Beer. You destroyer of ear drums.

The last time I saw Motorhead was nine years ago and it was amazing. The moled man you see before you opened the Concord Pavillion with a question:

“Con-cord, eh? Never been here before.”

Then they proceeded to whoop everyone’s ass for an hour. It was the best opening act I could have seen as a 16-year old, especially seeing as how Dio and Iron Maiden were next.. The power trio finally made sense and witnessing those same three men playing just as fast at a higher volume nearly a decade later was most excellent. In my review, I mention how the band is very cross-generational, something that grabs attention from all shapes and sizes, but I think they are in an echelon only shared with the great AC/DC. Maybe greater!

Enough hyperlinking…let’s get onto the longwinded portion of today’s topic: 2011 album releases!

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23
Jun
10

History is happening right now, all right?

Slayer. Metallica. Megadeth. Anthrax. Playing Diamond Head’s “Am I Evil.” Holy metal balls.

First off, the song might not be familiar to some non-metal heads, but know this: it’s awesome. The first words are “My mother was a witch, she was burned alive. Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried.” Calling your mom a witch at the beginning of a song is legendary.

The mass amount of hairspray on stage rivals Somalia’s dirt export potential. The video does bump to 1080, for people that can handle such bandwidth. Also, this took place in Bulgaria. For real.

My mind is somewhat blown.

More Bonnaroo to come, but I had to share such badassery.

15
Jun
10

Top 15 Bonnaroo Moments: #12 – Flash Before My Eyes, Now It’s Time To Die

The diversity of Bonnaroo means a diversity of headliners. Coachella plays it generally safe, while Bonnaroo can potentially piss off dozens of thousands of hippies with the wrong band at the top of the poster. The first few years they chose the safe route, with a string of jambands and acoustic sweethearts. Anything Phish, Greatful Dead, or String Cheese related guaranteed the ticketbuyers would be getting a slice of their counter culture music and something to roll joints to during the three hour set.

But more recently the headliners have been with culture, providing a large landscape for popular bands to reign supreme. Some of the decade’s biggest acts have commanded that gigantic stage and there may be non bigger than the following band…

Hell, I’ll let Chris Rock to the introductions:

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09
Jun
10

Top 15 Bonnaroo Moments: #14 – A Different Kind of Rock

Every year, Bonnaroo has this magical place known as the Comedy Tent. For the slow, that’s a tent where comedy is performed.

The place is always impossible to get into, and I’ve yet to catch a single performance in six years of going. Honestly, I gave up the first year and haven’t been proven wrong since.

The tent has air conditioning, so the line starts forming once the gates open and people camp out for that spot more aggressively than a Phish fan hugs the rail for Trey Anastasio. Sorry, that’s a reference for our jamband fans out there. I eyeball it each day, but the line is always never worth the joy…or is it? I’ve never been inside, so maybe it’s the best thing of all time.

Regardless, Bonnaroo did something very kind for those of us that couldn’t commit to that line day after day, year after year. Finally, there was to be a stand up performance outside and on the main stage.

Hell yes!

Cracker-ass cracker!

30
Sep
09

Mighty Metallica

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When I was a toddler, maybe six or seven, I stayed with my granny on the weekends and visited with family. Around the corner from her house lived my uncle and his three kids, one of which was in that prime teenage angst form.

David wore blue jeans with ripped knees, black band t-shirts, baseball caps bent way out of shape, and a ponytail tied back that said “Fuck you, America.”

As a kid, I thought that was awesome.

Even more awesome was when little old me got to hang out in his room and check out all the posters, albums, and random metal paraphernalia with giant “SLAYER” and “PANTERA” logos and stickers slapped across them. I’d take it all in while he’d pop in a cassette tape with some new hard rock band with fast riffs, heavy vocals, and intelligible lyrics except for the few cuss words I recognized.

I also used to watch TV with him. There used to a channel, maybe you’ve heard of it, called MTV, and it used to play these things called “music videos”.

“But Jesse,” you say “you mean the reality television channel used to play music videos?”

Yes, my child. And it was glorious.

On one fateful night, a black screen appeared, with tiny white letters telling me that some band named Metallica was showing me a video for the song “Wherever I May Roam.” What followed was pretty life changing for me.

James Hetfield, looking like the Cowardly Lion, and Lars Ulrich rocking out on the drums in his scrawny impish way, it just felt so different than the classic rock I had been growing with. The pyro going off with the POP POP POP during the intro….the classic storytelling about roaming and wandering….the dark seedy undertone of desolation and desperation: it was intoxicating.

Speaking of intoxicating, I guess I should have seen the alcoholism in front of my eyes as they are shown sipping, chugging, and slamming beer left and right in that video. Also, the way they treated bassist Jason Newstead (pouring beer on his head, coverig him with silly string, etc.) was a sad foreshadow of his frustration, mistreatment, and eventual disconnect with the band.

Since then I’ve seen Metallica in concert four times, including front row in San Francisco and with 80,000 fellow headbangers in Tennessee at the Bonnaroo Music Festival. I’ve purchased every album since 1995 the day it came out, and made it a priority to collect their back catalog, rarities, B-sides and covers any way I could.

So when I started selling my CD’s, I saw a stack of albums by the most successful metal band of all-time staring me in the face and my heart slightly broke when I realized I’d sell them first.

With my Metallica collection gone from my clutches, I find comfort knowing that I’ve passed on a  powerful band with strong themes to a dozen other people that hopefully will get from their music what I got. At the very least, the emotional return outweighs the monetary return, and I look forward to buying (and selling) Metallica albums for years to come.