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Friday, June 29th, 2007
12:25 pm	Defcon 4/My Manifesto There's only so much a guy can take. I tried for the higher ground stuff. Things that were sacred are not that way at all anymore. It sickens me. I'm in a staring contest with my reality, my pain, my future, and I won't flinch. I couldn't possibly live my life in denial. I couldn't possibly hurt someone I loved or cared about, no matter how much it helped me justify shit. I'm not that person. I will never be that person. All I know how to do is look someone in the eye, say what I'm thinking or feeling, and await what I hope to be an authentic response. But life ain't simple and most people would prefer to do anything besides facing the truth. I've been beaten down again, but I'm so fucking used to it. It's getting to the point where I am literally laughing at the things have happened to me. It's not denial or me trying to make it less of a big deal, but through all this shit, I have found this weird inner strength that allows me to laugh at my pain. It's like a dude who decides to spit in the face of their soon to be murderer once they know there's nothing they can do to save their life. Obviously, I can come out of this and I will. I always do. I have no other choice. No person who has caused me pain, in the end, has been worth any of the strife they've given me. No more "I hate my life" and "Why does this shit always happen to me?" bullshit. I've been a dealt a bad hand since the day I was fucking born, I've known no normalcy and no true peace, no matter how comfortable and at ease I was in my last relationship. Everything I've accomplished or had in my life, from my education, cars, what I've done with what was once a measily punk band, the respect of many, it's all been me. I did it all. I never got shit from anyone and I never asked. I don't give a fuck about stupid small shit, who's not hanging out with this person, who's banging that person, which member of which band grew his hair long, who's jacket isn't spikey, who's taking the coolest pictures at some faggot(I'm not a homophobe, get over it) fucking hipster dance night....ohhhh aren't we so like...awesome? Die. Fuck you. Die. I don't need her. I need my friends. I need my music. I need myself. I will find peace. I will not rot. I will not drown myself in buckets of alcohol, drugs, mistakes I've made, things I can't change, and the life I've had for the past few years. It's all bullshit and I've done it too much in the past. One girlfriend to the next, to the next, to the next. It's fucking dead. I will live everyday because I have to. Because not a single person is worth me not trying to enjoying this short and predominately miserable existence, no matter how much they meant/still mean to me. I will drink and get fucked up to celebrate my life and those in it, not to forget about those who have hurt me or don't deserve to know me. I am someone that if you look me in the eye, you know where we stand. If you know me, you know where we stand, and you know I care about you. That's who I am. I won't go out everynight and emerce myself in faggot-ass-bullshit social settings as to find some sort of peace. You won't find peace if you never stop running. And that goes for anyone. I will sit and suffer, but I will also get out and live. I will come out of this one hundred times stronger and I will never trust my heart over my mind ever again. To put faith in another person 100%, is to take your existence and throw into the ocean, in hopes that someday, if you need it again, it will wash ashore. That doesn't fucking happen. You will never see it again. You then have to create a whole new existence from scratch, using your pain and your lessons as a foundation. It's one of the most difficult things in the world and I'm fucking done with it. In death, we have closure with people, we lose them, and we think of them, visit their graves. When you lose someone in life, you can never find that, constantly wondering where they're at, if you're of any relevance, and all that morbid, fucked up shit. That is why we Italians love to say, "That person is fuckin' dead to me." Cause it's the best way to end a painful fucking situation. And when you can't take anymore abuse, pain, or ill treatment, instead of actually murdering the person(which always seems so fucking appealing), we will kill them with our hearts and our minds. "You're dead to me." It feels good. Some people can call it "immature" but those are also the same people that have NO FUCKING IDEA what it's like to care so much, love so much, and then lose so much. And those same people, well, let them go back to their plastic, worthless, celeb-worshipping or their chasing of some imaginary hipster culture. And you will die a robotic sheep, irrelevant until the end. Fuck this pain and fuck those who give pain out of cruelty. You are as worthless as you feel....and if you don't feel that way, you just haven't realized it yet. But you will. Try sleeping on that. To those who can relate, you are my lifeline. I will never stop communicating the plight of the good ones. The ones who care and live their lives with a duty to help those close to them. It's all I got. It's easy to be cynical all the time, it's easy to be a prick, a heartbreaker, a backstabber, a bitch, a fucking snob, but those people lack the heart and the motherfucking balls to be decent. Cowards. Faggots. Worthless. Not me. And hopefully, not you. See you around. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 8th, 2007
9:40 am	DJ Jazzy Joey Boy June 30th So finally after more than a year and a half, I'll be DJing in J.P again. I've missed it honestly. Those Raid nights were fun despite the staff at the Milky Way being fucking lame. So myself and DJ Penny Dreadful (who's been a resident DJ there for a while) will be busting out the hits or the not-so-hits. Punk, rocknroll, new wave, post-punk, goth, early hardcore, alternative, and any other guilty pleasures we both have in common, or music she's into that I'm clueless about, ha. I think the night is being called "Sonic Reducer", which ironically was her choice, not mine. It's all taking place @ The Alchemist Lounge and Restaurant (no age restriction if you're coming to buy food, which is delicious by the way) Saturday June 30th 10PM-1AM FREE!!! 435 South Huntington Ave. Jamaica Plain, MA 02130 This place is like 12 seconds from my apartment btw. You can park on my street and walk 3 seconds. So if you can, please come down to this. It'll be my first of hopefully many Saturdays DJing there. (Comment on this)
Monday, March 26th, 2007
1:39 pm	"I'll always be alone, to some degree." Saturday's show went real well considering there were 2 other big shows going on, one actually being in Boston. But I'm really stoked with our draw. Android Arm were fucking excellent, those guys are masters of what they do. I am very proud of Joe Sutton. I wish saw that kid more. Social Circkle were fucking awesome as well, so much energy. So many new faces were there, as well as some good ole tyme folks. But I can't get over these random young kids from around MA who came out. Sometimes I don't think I or the band even knows how much our music has gotten out there. All ages shows are so fun. Soooooo fun. For me it's like eating sushi, I can never afford it, but when I can, I savor every fucking second. I am very proud of myself and it was worth the hours of panic, sobriety, frustration, anxiety, and eventual awesomeness. The new Jesse Malin album is fucking superb, in my opinion. I mean, it's not bad metal or overdone post-punk, so what do I know, it probably sucks? Ha. Looking forward to our break from MA shows for a while. Looking forward to driving a thousand miles away to meet kids who really dig what we do and who never get the chance to see us(well then again, that also applies to Boston hah), so they aren't all "too cool" for us and shit. But hey that comes with any scene. Gotta get this record done dammit. The positive feedback from our new material is great. Going back to the show Saturday, I am also really stoked with the diversity of our fanbase. That makes me proud. And we don't have to try to be anything other than what we are, a fucking punk rock band. Looking forward to going home and playing guitar.....which is totally out of tune. (Comment on this)
Monday, March 5th, 2007
12:57 pm	My soul hurts Maybe it's due to some of the following: -26 sober hours in the studio over a weekend, listening to every single detail in every single song on Red Invasion's album. -Leaving the studio to directly head to a gig. -My bruised and extremely swollen elbow due to it smashing into in a drum mic stand on the way down. -Ryan running over my foot on the way to said gig. I don't know what was more entertaining...watching a car literally drive over my creeper with my foot inside or Ryan's ambulance driver-esque reaction as he darted out of the car to see if I was ok. -Wisdom teeth pain(I think) -Having to deal with a club with a sound system(or sound guy) that makes our old All Asia shows sound seem like an Axis show. -Hours upon hours of the band coming up with "City" bandnames to keep or further lose remaining sanity. Leather City Jackets, Fist City Pumpers, Meat City Mops, Deli Meat Sweats(not a city name, but amazing, nonetheless). - A Healthy diet of rockstar energy drinks, fast food, warm deli.....and the occasional Mountain Dew Livewire(Rich Maggio is the only person in New England who drinks that stuff -Seeing Tyla perform his Dogs D'Amour catalog acoustically, sounding absolutely amazing. I think his performance last night puts the studio stuff to shame.....no cheese, no 80's production.....just guitar and an amazing and unique voice that is vital as ever. -Broken IPOD. -The fact that we have another show tomorrow night and we're recording a live set @ WERS Thursday -Chaz Mathews being drunk as a skunk and completely hilarious. -Coming into work on Monday to discover you're once again having your head shat on by your useless job. "YOU NEVA KNOCKED ME DOWN RAY, YA NEVER KNOCKED ME DOWN!" (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 22nd, 2007
2:40 pm	A good day "A good day, doesn't have to be your birthday. Doesn't have to be a Friday. A good day, is any day that you're alive."-Paul Westerberg I can't help but think that is a very valid point. Despite the harsh realities of existence and the fact that only on Friday and Saturday nights do I feel the most like a person....and not a numb zombie. I wonder if he believed it. Shit, if I was Westerberg, maybe I'd believe it too haha. Can't wait for the new Jesse Malin album. The Brits are pulling out of Irag and Cheney said it's a sign that things are improving over there. There's a certain point in reality where you have to look in the mirror, and when you see a shitsandwich with extra bloody vagina sauce on it....you have to accept it and go, "Yea I'm a bloody vagina shitsandwich." But nope....Cheney and the monkey puppet look in the mirror and see bars of gold. What a shame. We're such a great country deep down. But our dillusions of grandeur are blinding us all. I watch too many political shows. I also made the mistake of watching the HBO documentary "Friends of God." it blew my motherfucking mind.....like....you have no idea the people you share this country with. In all honesty, some choose pot, some choose music, some choose God.....but last time I checked, it's the God people who RELIGIOUSLY go to the voting booths and force this countr's political climate to bow down to the idea of "Intelligent design." There's as much merit to it as there is saying, "I'm cool cause my mommy says so." I don't care how cool your mommy is, it don't mean shit, and I don't care how awesome your God is, IT DON'T MEAN SHIT! I don't mean to undermine people with faith. I mean, shit, I'd LOVE to believe in it. Life would be so better. But as Lewis Black says....."I have thoughts. And thoughts can hurt the whole faith thing.....just ask the Catholic Priests." I also watched a documentary on the beginnings og the Crips and Bloods called "Bastards of The Party." Amazing fucking documentary, probably one of the best I've ever seen. It ties in very well to my favorite show of all time, The Wire. Man, the Black Panthers knew what was up...it's just sad how gang-banging came out of it....it's like all the thugs kept that idea of wanting power, but just in a totally negative, self defeating way. What a shame. Still got to respect that lifestyle though. It takes balls to enter a lifestyle where your life expectancy is only about 2-3 years. I totally forgot my original point for writing this haha. Back to work. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, January 29th, 2007
3:25 pm	cover you in club sauce..... Lately I find myself actually walking fast to my lyric book to jot down ideas before I forget them. I guess I'm getting back into a creative mode after avoiding writing for a few months. I kinda like it. It's tough to write songs and sing them outloud to yourself without a guitar riff written, while tapping on your lap to keep some sort of beat haha. I'm like an architect who has zero construction skills. I can create but I can't build without the help of others. Burying my great grandmother gave me another new found sense of family appreciation....just the very, very few I adore. But it has also made me resent the family who have done wrong to, turned their back on me, or never cared. Interesting what death can do to a person's outlook. My great grandmom was 92. She lived through the depression. One of her brothers was shot down over Germany fighting the nazis. I never even knew that. I tell ya, the golden age of people has passed us by. Album is finally compleely mixed. I'm stoked. It definately conveys my love/hate relationship with punk/rocknroll. Current Mood: calm (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 11th, 2007
2:39 pm	Yo mamacita thanks for the warmth... I'm really gonna try to relax this weekend, seeing as I haven't really relaxed in a while. It's great to have Carrie back from CA, although she has to work like constantly. My job sucks worse and worse...I wish I could get used to it. My New Year's resolutions are treating me well. I'm caring less about other people's feelings, refusing to put myself out of my way more, refusing to share when I know I won't ever receive anything in return, all the good stuff that Kindergarden teachers across the U.S. for decades have tried to suppress. Fuck that shit. It feels better this way...cause when people fuck up or fuck you over, you have so much less invested...it's so fucking easy. I sort of went against this idea a couple years ago...ya know, tried to stop being such a cocky asshole with no concern for others...well, I ain't 19 anymore, but that doesn't mean I have to be this well-to-do type dude. Doc says I should be on meds....we'll see. Oh and thanks to those budonkadonk ass havin' Latina shorties who came to the bus stop after work yesterday and stood in front of me. They blocked like so much cold wind from hitting me...it ruled. Oh and I finally weigh what I've been saying I've weighed for a few years now...135. I'm pretty happy about that, have to make sure I stay in shape for the winter....that bathrobe and these video games might be the death of me. Red Invasion album feels like the new Guns N Roses album. But I can assure you, it's on its way. Current Mood: weird (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 30th, 2006
3:25 pm	Velour......... Comfy, tight, fuzzy, greaseball....what more could a dude ask for....except maybe 60 Michelob Ultras? Oh wait, I got that too hahahahahah. I enjoy finding some sort of individuality in this world. (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 5th, 2006
3:24 pm	New York Dolls/Red Invasion Who woulda thunk it? Victory tastes very sweet for many reasons. To the people who voted, you are beyond appreciated. Like I said, it felt like the end of "It's A Wonderful Life" with everyone, friends, fans, random people just helping out. But regardless....Victory is motherfucking mine. And it feels motherfucking good. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
4:41 pm	How you gonna ball? Thu-Sun night, a blur, a blast, lots of stress, lost all my cash. Actually I'll back track. Jimmy Reject, a buddy of mine, and a dude who's left me some seriously theraputic LJ comments took his own life last week. It was shocking. The Dimestore Haloes are one of my all time favorite Boston bands and most definately my fav from the 90's scene. This guy was a sweetheart and I was proud of what I wrote for/about him. It's on my myspace, maybe I'll post it here in a different entry. Anyway, that had me really shaken up to say the least. Thu-Fri, drank tons at the Red Hat and saw some people I hadn't seen in a while. Made me miss my crazy times in college a little bit, but hey, the next two nights made up for that. Sat, band rehearsal followed by Riverboat Gamblers/X/Rollins band. Steve came by and we did a lil' pre-gaming and it was a cool time. I was feeling very ok by the time I got to the show. I almost felt bad getting in for free, fuckin $20 to get in! The Gamblers ruled and it was great seeing Ian again. It was also cool talking with the band about Jimmy and The Haloes. I know he woulda been blushing having us cool cats talking about him backstage @ Avalon with Henry Rollins 5 feet away. Speaking of that fucker, I met him. What an intense dude. I wasn't sure if he was gonna strangle me or hug me, it was cool though. Billy Zoom's a good egg as well. We chatted about his previous bands and how he lived in Beacon Hill for a few years. He's not the born again Christian people say he is. But he's all cool with the Jesus I guess. I really hope The Gamblers make it. They should. After the show I got to meet Exene and she's a doll. She's just so nice and was asking about my crummy lil' bandino, prolly cause Alanah mentioned it haha. I was soooooooo blasted at this point. Jesus Christ. And then we chatted about D Generation and how we both knew Danny Sage. Fast forward to next Sunday afternoon, Polly from Crimson Sweet tell me her and Danny were chatting about my band a few days prior. That felt pretty cool I suppose haha. Sunday night was the show @ The Abbey. Lots of fun, some B.S., but that's to be expected at this juncture. Every band sounded great and partying at my place was the highlight. It's really cool to get to know a guy you look up to so much. Ricky told me I was an inspiration to him lately and he wants nothing more than to help out my band. Possibly doing some mixing on the album. We watched my D Gen/Hanoi Rocks footage on a Vh-S and it was hilarious. The footage I have is from the night he met his wife. Then he called Sami and told him he loved him while we watched the Hanoi songs. It was pretty fucking surreal. I mean, this might seem like a lot of name dropping but I could give a fuck less. I don't care about anything but the fact that I had a great time this weekend and got to meet and hang out with rad people, especially the guitarist from my favorite band of all time, who wrote what is probably my all time favorite song. Not too bad. I dunno, the guy is awesome and it's one of the coolest feelings in the world to know one of your musical idols loves what you're doing. He made some really good points about me too. I am way too serious about my band sometimes and he let me know. He told me to relax and I told him how much I do for the band and how much I got invested in this thing. But he understood my perspective because he once was in a band with someone just like me he said. His name is Jesse Malin. That kinda blew my mind. But regardless, I needed to hear his point of view. So I'll be seeing both Ricky and Jesse play and Howie Pyro DJ Sept14th @ The Continental. Carrie and I are on the guestlist and I'm sure it's gonna be another fucking surreal night. Life is funny and the 17 year old in me is still in awe of everything that's been happening lately. (Comment on this)
Friday, August 11th, 2006
12:41 pm	Holy War....Shit British and Pakistani intelligence foiled that terror plot. The U.S. did shit. So congrads to those who undermined the attack, and give a sarcastic thumbs up to Bush for having done nothing but put his retardedness on autopilot with a quote similar to the same old shit, "There are Islamic Facists who hate us for our freedom." Yes and pizza is made of dough Mr. Bush! Yay! Pizza! Freedom!! Yaaaaayy! Yes Bushy :::pats head:::, there are Islamic Facists but I'm certain they hate us for a tad more than our "freedom." I don't think "Jihad" means "to call a war on someone for their FREEDOM." It's a scary world out there and when you got Corky from Life Goes On in the White House, it just gets a tad scarier. I just hope those miserable militant 72 virgin wanting pieces of shit are fucking maimed. Ok fine, put on trial, and put to death. (Comment on this)
Friday, August 4th, 2006
4:25 pm	Another weekend on it's way Bored to tears here at work. Looking forward to tonight. Gonna visit Carrie and Trish at the joint they work at, grab some drinks, creep Mark V out by yapping about Bacchus or some D Gen related thing. Speaking of which, since The Heartattacks/Red Invasion tour got scrapped, the booking homeboy felt kinda bad and might be getting us some dates with The Turbo AC's and Chelsea Smiles(featuring Todd Youth..ok ready? Ready? Ok here go.....ex-Warzone, Murphy's Law, Motorhead, Danzig, The Waldos, The Lures, and most importantly...D Generation). Oh and then I'll be heading to Beacon Hill for some drinks @ The Red Hat. Then I'm going to Revere for the weekend, so I'll come home smashed and hang with my dog before catching some shut eye. Reminder to self: DO NOT SCREAM TONIGHT. Anyone that knows me, knows I'm loud and I'm even louder when messed up. Can't fuck up my voice, my precious voice. My gentle soft voice that makes sounds like the ocean hitting the tiniest sea shell on a warm summer night. I'm losing my mind folks. Hahahahahahah. Sometimes I really can be in an ok mood. I had some really weird dreams last night. Whole lotta high school memories and old girlfriends came into the mix. I woke up confused so I just spooned Carrie til my alarm told me I had to get up... Isn't Mel Gibson funny? I am so in love with the fact that the racist fuck-knuckle is finished. HAHAHAHAHAH. I hope Israel bombs his mansion next. Leave the suicide bombers alone for a bit guys, take out Mel and his waste of flesh nazi father. Fucking scumbag. Like we didn't already know he was an anti-semite. That Penis of The Christ movie shoulda had a swazi on the cover or an XXX rating. From what I heard it was just a whole lotta bondage and beating of Jesus. Well, Jesus was a Jew anyway right Mel? Silly world. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 28th, 2006
12:41 pm	Su su STUDIO Yea so last weekend I stayed absolutely piss drunk and stoned the entire time while the guys busted out a buncha songs(11 out of the 12). It was a blast. Iain was gonna leave the studio on one of the nights to go party elsewhere but decided to stay because he saw how fucked I was and needed to catch up to me. Needless to say, no one did. I literally drank from 12:00PM to 3:00AM that whole day. We went through 4 cases of beer. So much fun. All I did was watch these 4 fucking guys make this really awesome music. I was quite tickled actually. There's a chemistry those fuckers have that are completely unaware of. Perhaps a few pullings of asses out of heads every now and then would show them the light. But for now, I'll just appreciate them. Anyway, that party's over cause my vocal tracks will be coming up soon so I have to stay sharp. But I do drink many beers while singing along with a gallon water. I seriously must piss like 50 times an hour when I' doign my vocals, between nerves, letting everything out, drinking beer and water constantly(it gives me more snot and better vocal range believe it or not). Of course I'm assuming the other guys will be tanked while I sing, which should amount to serious levels of tom-foolery and jack-assery. I dunno, I'm pretty excited about this overall. This is definately gonna be a darker album but at the same time there's like way more Chuck Berry, T Rex, Hanoi Rocks....but it's sure to be a gun shot in the face to the formulaic pink and yellow powerpop of today. I won't know it til I hear my vocals on it, but I think we're making our "No Lunch" here. Unfortunately I'm the only one on my band who really understands how amazing that album is, but regardless they don't even know they're sounding like them sometimes haha. It's quite cool actually. I'm actually really scared of about singing. I'm definately going to be modulating my voice a great deal to different songs and trying to push myself as far as I can go. It's gonna be tough but I think I can pull it off. Everytime we come out of the studio, I feel better about myself as a singer. We'll see. Latesssssssssssssssssssssssssss (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 27th, 2006
12:38 pm	Stuff -I learned at Mark V's BBQ that neuticles do exist and are given to dogs by many a' a guilty pet owner. -On Friday afternoon last week, I freaked out because I had partied very a' hardy after our gig with The Heartattacks and had Carrie hold my cell phone most of the night. I woke up late(I had taken the day off) and she was at work. I couldn't call her cell cause it's an NYC number and I didn't know her work cell offhand. So I called my buddy Evan at his Cafe(Cafe Quattro in Beacon Hill, 4 Sommerset St, great food), who I was going to call anyway, to have him call her. He tells me he hasn't seen his cell all day. DAMMIT! Ok fine, so he can't call Carrie Anne either. So I call him back 30 mins later asking him to call my cell just as a shot in the dark. Low and behold, I hear my phone's assasine ring coming from my bag, I pick up the phone with my tail between my legs and answer "uhh hello." Evan shouts back "What the fuck??!" I feel like an absolute moron. Hours later I go to visit him at his cafe and he's still confused at where his phone is. He had checked his car and he called it and made his mom and grandmom search his house, but to no avail. So we're walking back to his car, I sit down shotgun and before he sits down, I start to look around his car and low and behold his fucking phone is stuck between the seat and the seatbelt buckle in plain view. I show him the phone, he turns red and we both realize why we've been friends for since middle school, cause we're both fucking retarded. On the same day we both thought we lost our phones. -I'm looking through this month's AP at work and I notice they have an excerpt from Punk: The Oral History or whatever it's called. After reading it, AP interviews the author and there's a pic of him in there. He looks real familar but I have no idea why. Turns out he sings for the band Goldblade, who's from the UK, and whom I booked a show for many months ago at Dee Dee's through a promoter I know and decided to not play it because it was on a Tuesday. Weird shit. -Looking forward to writing the rest of and recording Red Invasion's 2nd album this summer. So far we got 9 songs completed, another 1 finished but hasn't been rehearsed yet, 1 that's being worked on, and one more TBA. I've been working on vocal layering and little tidbits I'm going to add or change over the existing songs. I'm pretty excited. There's also been a week long tour offered to us, which I got my fingers crossed about. -Looking forward to the weekend and a little getaway to my friend's place at The Cape. I've only been there once with an ex and it was pretty shitty. The people there are fucking mongoloids. But my buddy Steve's got a boat and a whole house. I'm gonna send myself sea-worthy. FUCK THE HUMIDITY. I feel like a sweat magnet. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 19th, 2006
12:33 pm	Misfits? So I turned down another "Misfits" show. In the past year and a month, we've played 2 Misfits shows, turned down 2 Misfits shows, turned down a Marky Ramone(when he was in The Misfits) show and played with Michale Graves. Misfits...I beg you...leave us alone. I highly doubt playing Good Times in Sommerville with The Misfits and assorted metal bands would have been anything but terrible on Friday. Weird stuff. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 13th, 2006
12:06 pm	This is why I still play punk rock..... "There are still bands around today that play 1977 style punk rock music, and MTV has not gotten a hold of them and hopefully never will. Red Invasion, for example, a band straight out of Boston with the sound of 1977, has been doing exactly what they want and making it on their own, not caring what people think, as long as they themselves are happy with their sound. That is a true band, and that is what people like to hear. Bands should never change into something that they are not, and sometimes that is what I feel MTV ends up doing, corrupting their minds and forcing them to believe that people’s opinions actually matter, when in reality, they do not" -This an excerpt from a sweet girl named Andrea for a school paper on how MTV is bastardizing underground music and genres that once stood for something. More importantly to me, she absolutely understands and appreciates Red Invasion. Bitches, drugs, heavy boozing....over-rated. I'm making music not for that bullshit, but to express all the shit I can't ever discuss in life and in hopes that there are people out there who can connect with it. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, June 12th, 2006
11:18 am	Revere treated me well this weekend. It was good to be back for a bit, chilled with my dog a lot, chatted it up with Grammy, all that cool shit. On my way back from the T stop in JP, I made the decision to pick up a 12 pack and proceed to go to back to the empty apartment and watch Band of Brothers and assorted TV, drinking and partying alone. It was as refreshing as it was lonely. Kinda weird. Anyway, Red Invasion has 2 more shows til recording time. June 17th (all ages) and June 22nd (21+), hope those are good times. Hope to see any supporters, fans, friends at either or both of these shows. I'm still working on my optimism, still need some of that...I'm doing better. I want a sandwich board. If anyone can find one, please let me know. I feel like my social anxiety and my stupid shy self could use walking around in public with a sandwich board on to really try to come out of my shell(but by wearing a sandwich board, would that really be coming OUT of a shell or just hiding even more?....see the questions that pop into my head, this is why I am slowly losing my mind.) Gotta stop thinking so much....meanings, worth, questioning people's loyalty, constant fucking self analysis.....I need to go nuts a little more. I still remember doing some terrible things in yester-years and not even thinking twice about it after.....like...."Oh well that's what I did." Having morals has been a good thing but it definately cripples the side of me that needs letting loose. I suppose (just like in everything in life) you gotta find the happy medium. And all I know is my quest for a sandwich board, will continue. I'm wearing my honorary Bone Deth Fest shirt that I bought @ (GUESS WHERE?!?!?!? LMAO BFFL OMG)....anyway, that was two fucking years ago in like 7 days, wild shit. I forgot if we headlined that or not, but there was something really awesome about playing a show in a fucking backyard in Winthrop. I'm glad the band's got a nice buzz going on randomly in certain parts of the country and those kids seem to have more interest and even more appreciation(cause they don't get to us every week and take us for granted), but still, we've had many a loyal crew attend our shows over the years and some of have gone and some have formed, but they'll always mean something. See what I mean, TOO much fucking thinking, -Joey Ballbag Tits(oh yes, I went there) Well back to other assorted assortments of assigned tasks. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006
12:00 pm	"Because you're all retarded, my life has to suck" ....indeed, the quote of the evening by Danny Sage last Saturday night in NYC. He was the blonde guitar player in D Generation btw. Anyway, Jesse Malin and Danny Sage both played great sets and I'm really glad Carrie and I stuck around the club after to hang out. It was pretty crazy shit. I had inter-"spoken" with Danny before on a message board in which myself, Mark V, and Danny high jacked a thread about a crappy local band and turned it into D Generation interview. So Danny was as cool as I hoped he'd be. It was great to get his perspective on D Generation's lingering status as the band that should have been. The guy is so bitter and he deserves to be. And in some sick way I was glad he was bitter because after hanging with him for a while I realized we're very similar in our attitudes and our hatred for stupidity. "It's like telling a joke and then 15 years later people get it, FUCK YOU!", That was another prime quote. Among all this hanging out I did meet Jesse briefly, I was waaaaa ytoo nervous to start a convo with him but I did get a great pic of myself with him and Danny. Fuckin Bacchus had to move to the south or he prolly woulda been there too. All the while Sami Yaffa is standing behind us and I told him how cool it was to see him and Jesse on the same stage. But like the time Carrie and I were chatting with Syl Syl, I found myself NOT talking to Sami but to someone else yet again haha, Danny Sage. I'm just too big of a D Gen fan I guess. It was great though, telling him how D Generation is like "my band" and how all the true fans out there understand their importance as one of the greatest under-rated bands in rocknroll history, alongside The Replacements and The Dolls. So yea, what a blast. Briefly met Bob Gruen although Carrie Anne, the social butterfly she is (I always get too nervous around these people) chatted with him about his new exhibit. We all went down to this almost secret lair in Niagara and I found myself stuck in a crowd in what seemed to be a tunnel with Ryan Adams. Denim clad with his cane(probably a new hipster fashion thing) he has to be the most awkward person ever. He's a good songwriter, I'll give him that. So Carrie and I, fresh from our partying left the bar at closing time and went to a diner and stayed up until our 7AM bus. What a blast, it was like the first time Red Invasion played NYC and I stayed up all night in the same area of the city. Only this time Carrie was now my girlfriend and I had no band to worry about. It was definately a great day/night. When it's all said and done, I just hope someday my band can be admired by people the way a true fan admires D Generation. We're never gonna be even half as big as they were, but I hope we can leave a similar stain on punk rock as a band who utilized many influences, had cool style, and personal and relevant lyrics. Sometimes I just don't understand why these guys aren't appreciated more. Fucked up. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 11th, 2006
12:29 pm	Tanked and Pogoed Last weekend was pretty nuts. Friday we played The Midway and it was a lot of fun. The turnout formed a little late which made me feel bad but I'm stoked I got to pay The Frantic. I had about 7 strawberry bruises randomly on my chest and ribs the next day. I don't recommend starting to drink at 5PM when your band goes on at 11:30. But regardless it was awesome cause I sobered up enough to peform well. We played a brand new song we never played before live, "7 More Birthdays." What a blast. Saturday was anti-climatic. Playing The Continental was a goal of mine(needless to say not a difficult one) for a while, I mean, there's a flier in the place for an Iggy Pop/D Generation show, so that kinda rules. Plus having been on stage there with Walter Lure singing "Chinese Rocks" was awesome so it was definately important to me. Of course NOT getting paid sucked, but a little teenage female fan was almost beside herself that we were there and playing. I took a few pictures with her and she kept hugging me and kissing me. It was really cool. Sometimes, when you're like me and you don't think too much about how kids are really into what you do, it makes it all the more weird when I get reactions like that. I get so lost in doing what I do that I forget how influential my band is to random people in random places across the country and beyond. Receiving a shirt order from Belgium was really nifty as well. Anyway, the show was decent and we sounded ok. Of course we got the shaft by having to play 2 bands before Blanks....LAME and we didn't get paid. So good riddens Continental, eat some serious sausage cock. It was cool hanging with Mike Blanks and chatting about the old Blanks cds and how I got through high school with them. The dude was stoked just to be talking about his cds again which is awesome. I'm happy they drew well and finally seeing them(I didn't get to see them when they played Boston in '97 cause I got grounded haha) was awesome. Mike said we were his new favorite band and that we were "a better D Generation." Of course, he's beyond wrong but I'm still stoked about it. In this day and age it's cool to FORGET what bands you loved and looked up to as a kid, ya know, pretend like you were ALWAYS into Hanoi Rocks and Black Uniforms whatever, but growing up in Boston in the 90's, it was a different time. It was fun to be punk, it was a good fucking time. I remember being in my old buddy Jimi's room listening to Blanks ("Party Train" was always a fav) and like working on our patches and studded vests haha. So having that come full circle might not be the biggest deal with most people, but the 16 year old in me was damn proud of the 23 year old. It's cool knowing that members of some of my favorite 90's punk bands are fans of my band. Got a show Sat in Worcester, slowly but surely our schedule is winding down and I'm looking forward to one thing and one thing only........the fucking studio. I want to make another album, challenge myself, and put my personal stain on punk rock once again haha. Until I feel like you're worthy to read my thoughts again.... Lata honey bitch. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 23rd, 2006
2:15 pm	This weekend So we're playing in Gloucester on Sat. Kickin it old school with Jonee Earthquake, R2-Detox(these guys have changed their sound to this like crossbreed of Descendents/Husker Du/Replacements. Definately an awesome mid-western/west coast sound), The Rydells, and such. Blanks 77 is playing in Duxbury, MA the same day which blows, I hope both our turnouts aren't affected too much. And on Sunday, I'm back in Revere, not to visit but to play haha. Roger Miret And The Disasters(Hell-Cat Records) The Ducky Boys Far From Finished Red Invasion The Knox @ Club Lido Revere, MA ALL AGES 3PM I also just realized that in a matter of 7 days we will have opened for two bands who toured with Good Charlotte and New Found Glory hahahah. The Explosion were the other one in case you didn't know. I'm hoping I can be back in JP watching The Sopranos by 9. Here's hoping. (6 Comments |Comment on this)