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11.03.2005

greezus chrust

i haven't spent much time in lansing lately. i'm here now though. last week low life played at the icepick with anuerism. it was low life's second show, but really the first official one. and except for totally blowing the last song, it went well. i had fun anyway, and it felt great to be back at the ice pick. back at home. after the show, jake and ART! hopped in the backseat and we all went to pittsburg to see submachine's last show. i've had the pleasure of seeing them a few times previously; twice in grand rapids and once in pittsburg. pittsburg is their hometown. it was worth the trip. submachine are some of the hardest rocking dudes ever! but, after 15 years, decided to hang up their hats. when badcocks toured sanfrancisco, we played with impulse items a couple times. thier singer ricky moved back to pittsburg and is playing drums with the plastered bastards. they played second at the show and were fucking awesome...and plastered. if you knew them, you wouldn't expect anything less. yancy peters esq., another former impulse item member (along with being in such other greats as nigel peppercock, medication time, and local favorites pecker tracks and premature baby's.), happened to be in town for the show as well. since submachine and impulse items toured, ricky and yancy joined submachine for a couple impulse items numbers. i don't think the crowd knew what was going on. hell, neither did i! but what a great suprise! pittsburg was fun, but i swear that town is full of ASSHOLES! the people i know there are cool, but at the bar where the show was it was just a bunch of drunk dicks. the bar itself was cool, the people just suck. thank god for submachine. no thanks to the third band, whoever you were. testosterone rock sucks. back to lansing the next night. day off. practice in muskegon. day off. try and paint. can't. practice and recording in muskegon. back home, which brings me to now. ready for a day off, and then back to muskegon on saturday for the show. i can't stay away from that fucking town. badcocks recorded three songs tonight which i think are gonna turn out well. and there you have it. thanks derek for the IWKYF! and brainoil. the brain gave it to me and it had brainoil all over it. see y'alls at the show saturday!!! ned nibiru! sadistic slaughter! low life! hiv!

jessi sadistic

I'm probally about to shit on you're parade.I'm on the attack, and you are faithful reader, will accept my blows. Or blow me. You're choice.

What the fuck is wrong with you kids?

Most kids in this town fucking suck. Look in the mirror. How do you know if you suck or not? Allow me to shed some light. (Yes, I do know all, and if you don't agree with that... eat one.) If you're one of those self righteous sons of bitches who go on and on about supporting local music, but only turn out for your friends bands, you are one of those who suck. That's alright, you can change. Reach around and grab that stick out of your ass, it's alright... you can do it... really. If you let your moral standpoints, or standpoints that you uphold just to serve your image, you are not supporting the local music scene.
If you don't go to shows because:
A. I'm there, and I'm a bitch
B. Oh no, Mr. Hitler is there, and he's an evil nazi. Scary!
C. There are going to be kids there having more fun than you, and *gasp* drinking and smoking and having sex that you've never even dreamed of...

Then YOU ARE NOT SUPPORTING ANY LOCAL MUSIC SCENE.

If you you are one of the kids who lament on how there is nothing to do ever in our area, but won't turn out for a touring band because you've "never heard of them", you do not support this scene. You are a catalyst to the death of this scene.
I go to shows. I put on shows. I live my entire life around music because it's the only thing I have. Are you a tourist? Or is music actually important to you?
If music is actually important to you, you go to shows. I don't care if you haven't ever heard the band. Actually, never hearing of a band before should incite you to go. How are you going to find new bands that make you feel alive if you won't get off your dead ass and put down the Nintendo controller? How do you expect there to be a scene if you don't attend shows unless someone on your hipster roll call has a band playing?

You make me sick. But you can change. I have faith in you. Someone has to.

Jessay Sadistic
imanupstart@hotmail.com

mike sardine

halloweekend. what a trip. literally. I took the train to Ann Arbor on thursday afternoon. It was kind of a bummer, because I thought I could meet up with Sock and Casey (Loring) before I left. they were in town to start a new study or something at the Jasper Clinic. I left a note for them to meet me somewhere, but I had to pack like a crack head packs a new rock in order to make the train on time. I was in a hurry. so yeah, left town on that note, not to mention I missed Henry Rollins that night. I got his book EYE SCREAM from a special girl for my birthday last year, and it was crazy. really, really good, but crazy. i just wanted to see if he was had that same sparratic, intense persona he showed in that book. well, forget that...
anyways, made it to Ann Arbor to see my sweetheart and had a grand ol' time. watched someone streak, which is funnier than it sounds in a town like that. i guess you had to be there...i was. friday night we went out on the town, and i realized what halloween means. it's a chance for people to express themselves the way they want to without feeling insecure about it. i mean, basically, a chance to go against the normal trends in fashion and behavior. some of my girlfriend's friends seem very reserved, simply not "slutty." but they were wearing skirts that barly covered their asses and shirts with their boobs hanging out. that's a "costume"? i mean, some were at least semi-creative, like the nurse or the "mile-high" captain (my girlfriend Bryndis' attire), but come on, to be a slut for halloween. and then they complained when drunk, stupid-ass frat boys were hanging all over them. if you don't want to be treated like a slut, don't dress like one. i think that's a genera
l societal code. but it wasn't just the girls. i saw this dude with a sweeeet leather jacket and some combat boots, who had spiked up his hair and wore a misfits shirt (much to my demise, considering the circumsatnces). he was a "punk rocker," which was cool, except you could tell those were something he wore for real, back in the day. something he put in a box in the closet because it was no longer acceptable, but still pulled it out this time of year to feel the old spirits and not be put down. There were so many sights, it was sad to see. it's like a community with uniform camoflague breaking the chains for one weekend just to feel alive.
There were some really cool costumes, however. i saw a rubix cube, a wizard straight out of D&D or Middle Earth, I saw a Rastafari, although i'm not sure if that was a costume. It was cool though. I was a Michigan student. hahaha, get it? lame, i know. That was on Saturday night. friday night I was warm. I was wearing a sweater and a jacket, with a really cozy hat. if anyone asked what i was for halloween, i was warm. suckers. i was comfortable while Dr. Anita Lay was walking past in her mini skirt and heels with a stethescope.
So it was a good weekend. I smoked countless bowls and joints with my best friend who is going to become a cop and can't smoke anymore. Saturday night was his last time. A sad story to the stoner community, from pot-head to policia. but it was great. drank almost a whole case of beer to myself, ate a sandwich consisting of mustard, american cheese and white bread, and fell down a hill that wasn't really there. Now I have to go watch C-Span for a couple of hours for my Government class to see how/why Mr. Bush's popularity is at an all-time low and what the fuck he's thinking by nominating Sandra Day O'Connor and Alberto Gonzalez for the Supreme Court and council. don't know what i'm talking about? you should...this is your future, too. **********STOP THE BUSHES FROM GROWING BEFORE THEY RUN WILD**********