On Monday night (20 May 2013) at The Pizza Stone in Chester, VT, my old and longest running band, Morpheus, played our first gig in about seven years. Accompanying us for Monday Meltdown were Matt Demon, Get A Grip, Humdinger & The Bucksnort, and Dystrot. It was my first time hearing any of those bands. I loved seeing how Nick of Get A Grip has grown since the early Punk In The Park days. Any chance to see them must be taken. Dystrot was a wonderful dose of death thrash with the talented Angela Champine at the helm. Humdinger & The Bucksnort was my favorite of the night. I expected solid death metal and instead was (extremely) happily surprised to get doused in funk along the way. Josh Josselyn’s guitar work is always a treat to see and hear and his heart’s in exactly the right place to be making music.
I was a miserable cunt prior to going on. I didn’t feel like we were even close to being ready, but the set went over beyond my expectations. Glad as I may be for that, however, it became very clear that we need to write new material. Playing only songs that I wrote as a teenager and in my early twenties just wasn’t going to cut it anymore. Rob and I are beyond that, musically. We need to move forward.
What to do? I plan to take the next couple of months turning down any new offers for gigs (aside from the one other booked benefit show in Bellows Falls) to focus on writing new material with Rob. If all goes anywhere near according to plan, we will have a couple of new tunes to premiere at Punk In The Park this summer. See you there.
PS. I made two dollars.
When it comes to Marilyn Manson, I have respect, enjoyment, distaste, and a world of memories. My first proper gig was the Dead To The World tour’s stop in Albany, NY with L7, though I was introduced during the Portrait of An American Family era. His music provided the background to more than one significant event in my life. My interest began waning around the time of Mechanical Animals and nearly completely dropped off with The Golden Age of The Grotesque. After the fact, I looked over and found inspiration in The High End of Low and Eat Me, Drink Me. Nothing could top the Portrait-Smells-Antichrist period for me and I don’t expect anything to. Perhaps it is nostalgia more than anything substantial, but I’m too biased to tell.
That said, the promotional media for Born Villain really piqued my interest. The short film released some time ago enticed me to no end and set the stage for my anticipatory wait for the album. The return of Twiggy both to the band in general and to a major songwriting role specifically is something I’d long felt the band needed.
Unfortunately, the album as a whole didn’t grip me much at all. The only stand out tracks were Pistol Whipped, Overneath The Path of Misery, The Gardener, Children of Cain, Murderers Are Getting Prettier Every Day and Born Villain. I could do without the rest. Are six tracks worth picking up the whole record? Probably, yes. Is it an essential album? Not at all. If these six were an ep, I’d answer differently.
I usually tend to make predictions for the next year in technology when December rolls around. However, this year I will simply list the best of the year we are closing. To kick it off, the best music released in 2011!
Today, I bought Alice In Chains – Dirt. Somehow this album, easily my favorite by them, slipped through the cracks over the years. The lady talked me into entering an FYE (I typically won’t step foot in that musically-illiterately-staffed hole.) and I happened to notice it in a 50% off bin (Egads!). Needless to say, I immediately recalled my love for the album, grabbed it up, slapped $7.95 on the counter, and walked away satisfied and excited.
It is easy to forget just how good rock was in the early-to-mid 90’s. I feel that was the last great era of rock n’ roll. Very little these days can hold up to the past; what is worth listening to cannot compete. Perhaps this is merely a dry era. Maybe the beginning of the next decade will mark a healthy rebirth with a new wave of rock. If it does not, at least I have the passionate recordings of yesteryear to carry me through. At least have my Dirt.