One song that i always loved to play that Sevenate9 had was called Bearded girl.
It went something like this.
With a Bigger beard than i could grow.
If she had said something, i might have known.
You're beautiful...... Like me.
Can i borrow you're mach 3?
I fell in love..............................Withabeardedgirl!
What do you do,
i really wanna know,
what kind of rogain
makes your garden grow
I wanna ask you out,
but all the guys would laugh,
thats ok, you could kick thier ass
I fell in love with a bearded girl
(and i love-her)
I fell in love with the bearded girl
(and i know she's)
Beautiful like me. can i borrow your mach 3?
I fell in love with a a bearded Girl.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
In the year of "oh Lord".
It was 2001. Shit was kicking ass. Just sayin..
Sevenate9 and the FIB were set to play a show in erwin at the music store outside. It was to start around 3:30 in the afternoon. So, Eric wes and brian caravan from Elizabethton to erwin exceeding speeds of 100 mph. They made the trip in less than 30 minutes. By this time skinhead zach had met some other skins in the area, he was still around, but he was a little more scarce. Before we played he pulled up in a new camaro, with this one punk that we knew who worked construction, and was loaded. Anyway. He says, My crew back in nashville wants me to come home, i have a job there waiting for me, and a house... Fuck this place. I love you man. He flipped me off, and left. I haven't seen, nor heard from him since. I heard a story that he got into some shit with another crew in nashville, and he ended up shooting someone. I can't verify. Its probably hearsay. So we started playing the show. 5 minutes in it gets shut down. Bummer
Within the next few months, Brian and Wes would join sevenate9 and we would change our name to IROM. We also started practicing in elizabethton, and telling people that was where the band was based. Then in happened. We had a band that we were friends with from kentucky. They booked us our first out of town show at the Appalshop in Whitesburg, KY. I honestly couldn't tell you who else was on the show. It was a ton of fun tho. We played horribly, and i think we may have covered a jimmy eat world song. I used to have a video tape of the show somewhere around here. I had my hair slicked back, I did a guitar sling, rocked out, and fell.
hahaha.
That summer after Post Eve quit playing together, Travis, Josh(2540), Eric (post eve), and I started a band called The Heros Text. It was an indie band with fun sing alongs. We gained alot of momentum really fast. I felt like i was in a huge band whenever i played in that band. Eric and Travis were such better songwriters than i was, So, unlike irom, this stuff was really technical (for me) and Different. We played out of town a handfull of times over the course of the year, and recorded 3 demos. Nothing much came of it. Its still one of my favorite bands I have played in. Http://www.myspace.com/theherostext
By the end of the summer in 2001 IROM had changed our sound a little bit. In part, because of wes and brian writing stuff, which was alot better, and newer. In another part because of hopesfall's first cd, and the No wings to speak of E.P. That Fall we continued to write new stuff, nothing really exciting happened. We had a ton of friends through playing shows. The herostext was playing alot, and Travis had this house on Sunset called the "safety sheep" where they put on house shows regularly. This place had some KILLER shows. Some notables were Mock orange, Brandtson, AnBerlin, Copeland, The Backup Plan, Rifles At Recess, etc.
It was my senior year in highschool. I was going to a show every single weekend. I played most of the shows i went to. I felt like hot shit. We were booked on the applefestival in erwin that year. The applefestival is a town festival where the entire downtown is blocked off, so people can sell woodwinds, sleeve hangars, pottery, and other assorted crafts. We were set up to play on the stage in front of the post office. I loaded everything up and went and got wes (brian's parents would let him take out of school) And set up to play the big show. We played the show, and it seemed like there were a million kids there. Nick barnes was there, his hair looked great, Dave bunton was there, and he sang "Super smelly sewer flies from a horror movie" with us. It was awesome. After we were done we packed up and went home. The Douchey sound guy called me on my cellphone (zach morris phone it was 2001) and told me i needed to bring him 250, because i broke one of his microphones. I hadn't broke anything of this guys, so i told him iwasn't going to give him any money. He pulled some "I'll take you to court" shit with me, so i told him that i was 17 years old, and that was a Sure 57 mic, at the most was worth $75 and if he wanted to be embarassed by a little kid in court, to serve the papers otherwise stay out of my face or there will be a problem. That was the first time i was confrontational with anybody. It ended up going my way.
Its weird how mature alot of these kids are now that are still that young. I guess at the time, i felt that i was super mature and cool. These kids now would have chewed me up and spit me out back then. What can you do.
I'm going to leave you with the words to another Sevenate9 song
Super Smelly Sewer Flies. From a Horror Movie!:
super smelly sewer flies
you pile up in my brain
super smelly sewer flies
From a horror movie.
You know how much i loved her
incognito, undercover.
the best thing that i've ever heard.
From a dumpster in a while
and you love to see me smile.
When i haven't showered in a week.
You are the only ones around.
Super smelly sewer flies.
you pile up in my brain.
super smelly sewer flies
from a horror movie
(insert shitty screeching weasel-esque guitar solo)
The most senseless song in history.
.out
Sevenate9 and the FIB were set to play a show in erwin at the music store outside. It was to start around 3:30 in the afternoon. So, Eric wes and brian caravan from Elizabethton to erwin exceeding speeds of 100 mph. They made the trip in less than 30 minutes. By this time skinhead zach had met some other skins in the area, he was still around, but he was a little more scarce. Before we played he pulled up in a new camaro, with this one punk that we knew who worked construction, and was loaded. Anyway. He says, My crew back in nashville wants me to come home, i have a job there waiting for me, and a house... Fuck this place. I love you man. He flipped me off, and left. I haven't seen, nor heard from him since. I heard a story that he got into some shit with another crew in nashville, and he ended up shooting someone. I can't verify. Its probably hearsay. So we started playing the show. 5 minutes in it gets shut down. Bummer
Within the next few months, Brian and Wes would join sevenate9 and we would change our name to IROM. We also started practicing in elizabethton, and telling people that was where the band was based. Then in happened. We had a band that we were friends with from kentucky. They booked us our first out of town show at the Appalshop in Whitesburg, KY. I honestly couldn't tell you who else was on the show. It was a ton of fun tho. We played horribly, and i think we may have covered a jimmy eat world song. I used to have a video tape of the show somewhere around here. I had my hair slicked back, I did a guitar sling, rocked out, and fell.
hahaha.
That summer after Post Eve quit playing together, Travis, Josh(2540), Eric (post eve), and I started a band called The Heros Text. It was an indie band with fun sing alongs. We gained alot of momentum really fast. I felt like i was in a huge band whenever i played in that band. Eric and Travis were such better songwriters than i was, So, unlike irom, this stuff was really technical (for me) and Different. We played out of town a handfull of times over the course of the year, and recorded 3 demos. Nothing much came of it. Its still one of my favorite bands I have played in. Http://www.myspace.com/theherostext
By the end of the summer in 2001 IROM had changed our sound a little bit. In part, because of wes and brian writing stuff, which was alot better, and newer. In another part because of hopesfall's first cd, and the No wings to speak of E.P. That Fall we continued to write new stuff, nothing really exciting happened. We had a ton of friends through playing shows. The herostext was playing alot, and Travis had this house on Sunset called the "safety sheep" where they put on house shows regularly. This place had some KILLER shows. Some notables were Mock orange, Brandtson, AnBerlin, Copeland, The Backup Plan, Rifles At Recess, etc.
It was my senior year in highschool. I was going to a show every single weekend. I played most of the shows i went to. I felt like hot shit. We were booked on the applefestival in erwin that year. The applefestival is a town festival where the entire downtown is blocked off, so people can sell woodwinds, sleeve hangars, pottery, and other assorted crafts. We were set up to play on the stage in front of the post office. I loaded everything up and went and got wes (brian's parents would let him take out of school) And set up to play the big show. We played the show, and it seemed like there were a million kids there. Nick barnes was there, his hair looked great, Dave bunton was there, and he sang "Super smelly sewer flies from a horror movie" with us. It was awesome. After we were done we packed up and went home. The Douchey sound guy called me on my cellphone (zach morris phone it was 2001) and told me i needed to bring him 250, because i broke one of his microphones. I hadn't broke anything of this guys, so i told him iwasn't going to give him any money. He pulled some "I'll take you to court" shit with me, so i told him that i was 17 years old, and that was a Sure 57 mic, at the most was worth $75 and if he wanted to be embarassed by a little kid in court, to serve the papers otherwise stay out of my face or there will be a problem. That was the first time i was confrontational with anybody. It ended up going my way.
Its weird how mature alot of these kids are now that are still that young. I guess at the time, i felt that i was super mature and cool. These kids now would have chewed me up and spit me out back then. What can you do.
I'm going to leave you with the words to another Sevenate9 song
Super Smelly Sewer Flies. From a Horror Movie!:
super smelly sewer flies
you pile up in my brain
super smelly sewer flies
From a horror movie.
You know how much i loved her
incognito, undercover.
the best thing that i've ever heard.
From a dumpster in a while
and you love to see me smile.
When i haven't showered in a week.
You are the only ones around.
Super smelly sewer flies.
you pile up in my brain.
super smelly sewer flies
from a horror movie
(insert shitty screeching weasel-esque guitar solo)
The most senseless song in history.
.out
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Picking up where.....
By 1999 Joey and I had changed the name of our band to sevenate9. It was a goofy name, but we were a goofy band. By this time i was in another band that was a hammish rock band. Thats a different story. We had already played the field party for our first "show" and we decided it was time to play a house show. So in the middle of the winter (or somewhere around there) We did a house show in my parents garage. I hand made flyers that probably said something like, PUNK ROCK SHOW! Sevenate9 be there or be L7 whatever. It was Erwin TN, it was Something to do, Suddenly there were 50 or so kids in my parents' garage, spilling into the driveway. I grew up with so many colorful characters that i couldn't begin to describe everyone there. It was kids we skated with, went to school with, knew from the block, etc. We played every song we knew, literally, and some that we didnt' know. Between "sets" (we played like 2 hours) we would go into my parents house and warm up. I still have the pics from that somewhere. It made me feel like a million bucks. These kids were wilin out for a really shitty pop punk band. It didnt' even matter that we weren't that good, or even good at all. That was one of 2 shows I put on in my parents garage.
When I turned 16 I got a datsun B210 station wagon. It was Tan in color, bad in ass. I was finally able to go to shows outside of erwin on my own. This was probably early spring 2000'.
My friend brandon from Elizabethton/erwin/beuladean/salisbury/ everywhere was living in milligan, I got to see him alot more those days. He introduced me to all the punks from elizabethton back in the day. Honestly there were quite a few. Just your everyday drunkpunks and skins. There was also a big Christian punk rock scene in that town. You can say what you want about it, but It produced so many good bands, and Kids. There was also a house in johnson city that put on alot of crust shows called the Eklutna House. My favorite show from that house was probably Death is your language (richmond) thePostage Era, and the last band, i can't think of their name. I bought a tape, they were fucking rad. More importanly, in erwin, there were 2 punks. Or if you wanted to be more specific, One Punk, and one Skin. Me and Joey. I'd say derek was around, but if so, he was 12, rode bmx and probably did sketchy shit. Whatever.
Over the course of that summer, Joey and i would get a second guitar player for sevenate9, Still no bassist. We would jam out every day. Jason (dr edwards) wasn't really a doctor. but he spoke in a mexican/dracula voice and said DR edvards all the time, and it slayed me. He played with us for a little while. Then started dating this girl who in turn, made him quit listning to punk rock. Its probably better off, I used to wear a shirt that said, "i'm in the band, show me your hooters". I guess that kicks ass tho. Over the next few months we woud make friends with the guys in 2540, and FIB. We hung out in elizabethton all the time, I eventually moved there after a couple of years, but thats a different story altogether. There was a spot in Elizabethton called the Rock. This church owned it, it was a huge house, where, they would do living room shows, and like a hundred kids would be there after every football game. Its like a frat house from a blink 182 song ran by christians right? Killer shows, I circlepitted untill i was dizzy, exhausted every friday night. There were a couple of other spots in elizabethton, but this was the raddest. We never got to play a show there, bummer too. FIB actually boycotted the place once because they wouldn't let JR high kids come to shows there. They played every other church/spot in elizabethton for like 2 months untill the rock ok'd the yoots.
When fall rolled around, I temporarily traded my baldy for a nice black mohawk that stood a whopping 3 inches off the top of my dome. Patrick makes fun of me for it to this day. Whatever. It also brought a new kid to my school named nick barnes. He looked like freddy Kruger and mic jagger had a love child. I was like, this guy looks pretty cool, i wonder if he likes punk rock. hahaha. Come to find out, he didn't, but he liked hardcore, so i was cool with him. We welcomed him to erwin, but going and playing lazer tag with him. He was a cool guy, he came to shows with us, and hung out generally, pretty hard. By this time I had wrecked my station wagon and was driving an escort L. It had a less than jake sticker, and a misfits fiend club vinly sticker on the back. That was it.
We played a show for this girl's birthday party that fall. She turned 16, we played shitty pop punk as fast as we could possibly play it. Everyone circle pitted. She kissed me on my cheek. I had on a blue leisure suit and combat boots and baby blue braces. I'm pretty sure my mohawk was bleached white and slicked straight back. hahaha I'm so slimey.
Y2K was drawing to an end. So far one of the funnest years of my life. Went to shows, met so many more people i had stuff in common with. Played a few shows. Really looking up for me. By this time FIB were on the fritz, and there was rumor of Eric going to play bass for 2540, and wes/brian playing with us. Joey and I were practicing one day in the garage, Playing Oi! to the World. of all songs. Suddenly the door burst open and this Skinhead came skanking through my garage and singing along. His name was zach. He was a killer dude. He had one fault, that was that he was a bonehead. But he was always super respectful to Everyone he met. He lived a pretty hard life. We accepted him as one of our own even though we disagreed with his politics of life. I believed, and still do, that fighting hate with more hate does nothing but fuel a fire. I felt like, if i show this guy friendship without compensation, and unconditionally, it may start to bring down any of these walls he has put up. He was a really decent guy. He taught me alot about skindhead culture especially traditional skins, sharps, etc. He became a skin because the area he lived in with his mom in texas if you were a kid you had to be in some sort of gang to keep from getting your ass kicked by the mexican gangs. Something like that. Seemed like an excuse, but I don't judge. He had no family, and was a few years older than me. My dad liked him alot, he broke his balls about being a bonehad tho. He really respected my dad. We had him over for Christmas that year. Then we went to JC and played lazer tag, and I bought a paintball gun from walmart.
That January, We put on a show in Zach's garage. It was Us, 2540, and i think FIB played, i'm not sure. I still have a bootleg of that show at my parents house somewhere. We played like 10 songs, 2540 were awesome. it was the first "big" show for me and joey. It was the first one where there were actual good bands on the show and it wasn't jsut us fucking around for 2 hours. It was so killer. I wish i could go back and live it again. We went to pizza plus afterwards and ate like 6 pizzas.
I get goosebumps when i think of how things were back then. We all had nothing really.
Nothing to really go by, so we played it by ear. I would make fun of kids today for doing things the way we did them. But I've grown older and more Cynical. It kind of bothers me to feel that way. I can think back on these shows, and be kind of cracked up, but at the same time.
When i listen to one of our old tapes i remember how the garage smelled of kerosine and ciggarettes from practice. When i listen to any old blink 182 it reminds me of how the datsun smelled in the summertime when we would have to drive with the windows down because we didn't have air conditioning. Or how i was so excited to be playing a show that just my left hand would shake a little bit. I hadn't felt that nervous shake in almost 7 years untill the IROM show on the 20th.
I am content with my life for one reason. I set a goal and i reached it.
When i was young, I wanted to have all of these things by the time i was 40
Wife, House, Child, Van, Band, Friends, the ablility to play shows regularly.
those are the only things i've ever wanted out of life, I have them and i"m 24. Where do i go from here? I am beyond blessed.
I'm going to leave you with a song called "dont' wanna do this"
We always throught we would never play a show
and we'd never have anything to do.
Now its pants tied with laces.
two weeks of boots and braces.
wondering if we were ever going to get a bassist
I've met lots of crazy people,
some thought they were true evil.
sent death into thier viens, Injections with needles
street lights come on
lyrical content filled my head
Don't wanna do this anymore
but i'm obligated.
Thanks for the read. I'll put another install ment up laster
When I turned 16 I got a datsun B210 station wagon. It was Tan in color, bad in ass. I was finally able to go to shows outside of erwin on my own. This was probably early spring 2000'.
My friend brandon from Elizabethton/erwin/beuladean/salisbury/ everywhere was living in milligan, I got to see him alot more those days. He introduced me to all the punks from elizabethton back in the day. Honestly there were quite a few. Just your everyday drunkpunks and skins. There was also a big Christian punk rock scene in that town. You can say what you want about it, but It produced so many good bands, and Kids. There was also a house in johnson city that put on alot of crust shows called the Eklutna House. My favorite show from that house was probably Death is your language (richmond) thePostage Era, and the last band, i can't think of their name. I bought a tape, they were fucking rad. More importanly, in erwin, there were 2 punks. Or if you wanted to be more specific, One Punk, and one Skin. Me and Joey. I'd say derek was around, but if so, he was 12, rode bmx and probably did sketchy shit. Whatever.
Over the course of that summer, Joey and i would get a second guitar player for sevenate9, Still no bassist. We would jam out every day. Jason (dr edwards) wasn't really a doctor. but he spoke in a mexican/dracula voice and said DR edvards all the time, and it slayed me. He played with us for a little while. Then started dating this girl who in turn, made him quit listning to punk rock. Its probably better off, I used to wear a shirt that said, "i'm in the band, show me your hooters". I guess that kicks ass tho. Over the next few months we woud make friends with the guys in 2540, and FIB. We hung out in elizabethton all the time, I eventually moved there after a couple of years, but thats a different story altogether. There was a spot in Elizabethton called the Rock. This church owned it, it was a huge house, where, they would do living room shows, and like a hundred kids would be there after every football game. Its like a frat house from a blink 182 song ran by christians right? Killer shows, I circlepitted untill i was dizzy, exhausted every friday night. There were a couple of other spots in elizabethton, but this was the raddest. We never got to play a show there, bummer too. FIB actually boycotted the place once because they wouldn't let JR high kids come to shows there. They played every other church/spot in elizabethton for like 2 months untill the rock ok'd the yoots.
When fall rolled around, I temporarily traded my baldy for a nice black mohawk that stood a whopping 3 inches off the top of my dome. Patrick makes fun of me for it to this day. Whatever. It also brought a new kid to my school named nick barnes. He looked like freddy Kruger and mic jagger had a love child. I was like, this guy looks pretty cool, i wonder if he likes punk rock. hahaha. Come to find out, he didn't, but he liked hardcore, so i was cool with him. We welcomed him to erwin, but going and playing lazer tag with him. He was a cool guy, he came to shows with us, and hung out generally, pretty hard. By this time I had wrecked my station wagon and was driving an escort L. It had a less than jake sticker, and a misfits fiend club vinly sticker on the back. That was it.
We played a show for this girl's birthday party that fall. She turned 16, we played shitty pop punk as fast as we could possibly play it. Everyone circle pitted. She kissed me on my cheek. I had on a blue leisure suit and combat boots and baby blue braces. I'm pretty sure my mohawk was bleached white and slicked straight back. hahaha I'm so slimey.
Y2K was drawing to an end. So far one of the funnest years of my life. Went to shows, met so many more people i had stuff in common with. Played a few shows. Really looking up for me. By this time FIB were on the fritz, and there was rumor of Eric going to play bass for 2540, and wes/brian playing with us. Joey and I were practicing one day in the garage, Playing Oi! to the World. of all songs. Suddenly the door burst open and this Skinhead came skanking through my garage and singing along. His name was zach. He was a killer dude. He had one fault, that was that he was a bonehead. But he was always super respectful to Everyone he met. He lived a pretty hard life. We accepted him as one of our own even though we disagreed with his politics of life. I believed, and still do, that fighting hate with more hate does nothing but fuel a fire. I felt like, if i show this guy friendship without compensation, and unconditionally, it may start to bring down any of these walls he has put up. He was a really decent guy. He taught me alot about skindhead culture especially traditional skins, sharps, etc. He became a skin because the area he lived in with his mom in texas if you were a kid you had to be in some sort of gang to keep from getting your ass kicked by the mexican gangs. Something like that. Seemed like an excuse, but I don't judge. He had no family, and was a few years older than me. My dad liked him alot, he broke his balls about being a bonehad tho. He really respected my dad. We had him over for Christmas that year. Then we went to JC and played lazer tag, and I bought a paintball gun from walmart.
That January, We put on a show in Zach's garage. It was Us, 2540, and i think FIB played, i'm not sure. I still have a bootleg of that show at my parents house somewhere. We played like 10 songs, 2540 were awesome. it was the first "big" show for me and joey. It was the first one where there were actual good bands on the show and it wasn't jsut us fucking around for 2 hours. It was so killer. I wish i could go back and live it again. We went to pizza plus afterwards and ate like 6 pizzas.
I get goosebumps when i think of how things were back then. We all had nothing really.
Nothing to really go by, so we played it by ear. I would make fun of kids today for doing things the way we did them. But I've grown older and more Cynical. It kind of bothers me to feel that way. I can think back on these shows, and be kind of cracked up, but at the same time.
When i listen to one of our old tapes i remember how the garage smelled of kerosine and ciggarettes from practice. When i listen to any old blink 182 it reminds me of how the datsun smelled in the summertime when we would have to drive with the windows down because we didn't have air conditioning. Or how i was so excited to be playing a show that just my left hand would shake a little bit. I hadn't felt that nervous shake in almost 7 years untill the IROM show on the 20th.
I am content with my life for one reason. I set a goal and i reached it.
When i was young, I wanted to have all of these things by the time i was 40
Wife, House, Child, Van, Band, Friends, the ablility to play shows regularly.
those are the only things i've ever wanted out of life, I have them and i"m 24. Where do i go from here? I am beyond blessed.
I'm going to leave you with a song called "dont' wanna do this"
We always throught we would never play a show
and we'd never have anything to do.
Now its pants tied with laces.
two weeks of boots and braces.
wondering if we were ever going to get a bassist
I've met lots of crazy people,
some thought they were true evil.
sent death into thier viens, Injections with needles
street lights come on
lyrical content filled my head
Don't wanna do this anymore
but i'm obligated.
Thanks for the read. I'll put another install ment up laster
Thursday, December 25, 2008
This is for the Chattanooga Kids
This is a repost from another blog of mine. This was originally posted Nov. 7 2005.
it was a killer fun show, at a time when we played chattanooga alot.
this is about a party we went to back then.
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Monday, November 07, 2005
I have 6 points of interest
1.Chattanooga
2.Buck Wild Saloon
3.Weatherford wfof
4.All Killer, No Filler, Josh Miller
5."THE BOAT"!
6.HOLY SHIT
Here's the Long version for anyone who is in the cold
Chapter One: IROM buck wild in chattanooga; upside down witch vs acme hole Round1
We left for chattanooga around 12:45 ate at ci ci's in knoxville where john got stuck on the roof due to an ill planned climb up the fire escape. and got there around 5, where we encountered about 5 tall lanky african american fellows who informed us taht we (1.) stole a chruch van (2.) John mcmeen is a napoleon dynamite looking mah fuka and last but not least (3) That nigga(Jon) looked like an upside down witch. I was a cartoon with question marks floating around my head on that one. Shaun from stop calling was there. Joey threw a bannana peel out in front of him and he pulled a honey bun out of his pocket and said, I have an "acme hole" and threw it down and just stomped on it.. WoW. Once we were settled Wes, Jon, eric and I went to the buck wild saloon to enjoy some ice cold jack and coke (2 for 1) and encountered a early 20s bartender named heather who was mega bro and knew a friend of mine from asheville. A woman complemented mr. mcmeen on his tattoos. (btw have you seen matt martin's new ones?) Upon my 2nd round of "doubles" heather decided that i needed about 7/8 of the glass to be jack and only 1/8 coke. I whole heartedly concoured. With a decent buzz i headed back over to the fathom to play. There were 300 or so kids Great show, lots of fun. Jaws Featuring Tyler, from stop calling covered Pizza pride from stop calling. I went burzurker. One song into our set i had sweat my buzz out and just felt kind of hammish, nevertheless. After playing and watching the last few bands we bid our farewells and made our way to taco bell then to dustin from with faith or flame's house
Chapter 2 Weatherford the impaler:
Upon pulling into dustin from with faith or flame's house all of our prior conceptions of this band being a gaggle of squares quickly exited the back door when Sir weatherford the extravagent made his descent down the hill holding what appeared to be a home made beer funnel. We weren't in much of a party mood this particular night, and since i had already been drinking i funneled one for good measure then just went and chilled out. Weatherford, however had already funneled 6 beers by the time we showed up.. Funneled. wow. We would later learn that his funnel factor was 20 by 4:30 a.m. I found him at 7:00 a.m. laying face down in the floor with his arms spread out like jesus. He also has hair to his ass.
Chapter 3: All Killer, No Filler, Josh Miller
Miller is a semi pro wrestler. Miller is a hardcore wrestler. Miller was extremely wasted saturday night and he kept telling us how awesome he was and showing us his myspace. We chanted miller's name and he tried to chug a southpaw light. and spilled it down the front of his shirt. He has long hair and is a grown ass man. He does merch for wfof i think. Miller was staying steady to the ladies and he showed them a picture of himself on myspace bloody and all. But he informed them that it is all an act and that you shouldn't worry about him. he also explained the hardcore wrestling technique of stabbing yourself in the head and bleeding errwhere.
Chapter 4: The boat sets sail while cory taylor grounds himself.
Meeting new people is always fun, especially when you meet someone who you aren't really for sure if they are for real or not. Never before has this been soo true as saturday night. exactly 36 hours ago i was so randomed out that had i been drinking i would have probably burst into flames. The boat his a man named paul jarvis, but you call him "the boat" He is into Freak nasty shit. He told us stories of his sex capades with older women, Morbidly obese women, golden showers, and video cameras. The kind of conversations that make you feel bad for hearing. The boat also has his own rap song. He brought a girl into the bedroom we were all trying to sleep in. and he waslike hey guys can i check my myspace. he sat the girl down and turned on some r&b. I laughed so hard i developed a headache and a cough. He promptly left. Soon after young cory taylor came stumbling into the bedroom with a knot on his forehad and passed out on the bed then fell right into derek's warm embrace. Then just layed there stinkin for a minute. I was pretty sure he was dead.. Nope, just stone cold drunk
Chapter 5: Big Killer Josh Miller VS. Weatherford the astonishing Round 1.
When men get drunk they do stupid things. Mr. Miller wanted to swap licks with weatherford. I convinced them that it would be a good idea to let weatherford punch miller in the face that way it would be fair. Miller punches weatherford in the arm hard enough to make him mad them miller went to tend to some ladies for a minute. while he was gone we gave weatherford a pep talk about how he needs to step up and be the alpha male. Then he punched miller in the face soo hard that it hurt me.. Then the rick flair chopped each other, then they hugged and split apart, and continued thier antics by this point i had a mustache drawn on my face with a sharpie and a huge question mark looming over my head.
Chapter 6: The Surreal life
Nothing seemed real saturday. It was the most random, ridiculous shit i have ever encountered. While we were all going to sleep people just kept wilding out. and eric kept putting his feet on me. and at that point it occured to me that if bozo the clown had bust his red haired ass through that door juggling some flaming bowling pins or chihuahas it wouldn't have phased me a bit I was in overload. I love fun people
Reference
"the boat" http://www.myspace.com/pauljarvis
"miller" http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=7707313&Mytoken=23F45D48-59E0-4E0C-9EEECC583200C3D0420572828
"weatherford" http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=4788828&Mytoken=23F45D48-59E0-4E0C-9EEECC583200C3D0420572828
With Faith Or Flames http://www.myspace.com/withfaithorflames
"dustin" http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=29472458&Mytoken=23F45D48-59E0-4E0C-9EEECC583200C3D0420572828
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it was a killer fun show, at a time when we played chattanooga alot.
this is about a party we went to back then.
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Monday, November 07, 2005
I have 6 points of interest
1.Chattanooga
2.Buck Wild Saloon
3.Weatherford wfof
4.All Killer, No Filler, Josh Miller
5."THE BOAT"!
6.HOLY SHIT
Here's the Long version for anyone who is in the cold
Chapter One: IROM buck wild in chattanooga; upside down witch vs acme hole Round1
We left for chattanooga around 12:45 ate at ci ci's in knoxville where john got stuck on the roof due to an ill planned climb up the fire escape. and got there around 5, where we encountered about 5 tall lanky african american fellows who informed us taht we (1.) stole a chruch van (2.) John mcmeen is a napoleon dynamite looking mah fuka and last but not least (3) That nigga(Jon) looked like an upside down witch. I was a cartoon with question marks floating around my head on that one. Shaun from stop calling was there. Joey threw a bannana peel out in front of him and he pulled a honey bun out of his pocket and said, I have an "acme hole" and threw it down and just stomped on it.. WoW. Once we were settled Wes, Jon, eric and I went to the buck wild saloon to enjoy some ice cold jack and coke (2 for 1) and encountered a early 20s bartender named heather who was mega bro and knew a friend of mine from asheville. A woman complemented mr. mcmeen on his tattoos. (btw have you seen matt martin's new ones?) Upon my 2nd round of "doubles" heather decided that i needed about 7/8 of the glass to be jack and only 1/8 coke. I whole heartedly concoured. With a decent buzz i headed back over to the fathom to play. There were 300 or so kids Great show, lots of fun. Jaws Featuring Tyler, from stop calling covered Pizza pride from stop calling. I went burzurker. One song into our set i had sweat my buzz out and just felt kind of hammish, nevertheless. After playing and watching the last few bands we bid our farewells and made our way to taco bell then to dustin from with faith or flame's house
Chapter 2 Weatherford the impaler:
Upon pulling into dustin from with faith or flame's house all of our prior conceptions of this band being a gaggle of squares quickly exited the back door when Sir weatherford the extravagent made his descent down the hill holding what appeared to be a home made beer funnel. We weren't in much of a party mood this particular night, and since i had already been drinking i funneled one for good measure then just went and chilled out. Weatherford, however had already funneled 6 beers by the time we showed up.. Funneled. wow. We would later learn that his funnel factor was 20 by 4:30 a.m. I found him at 7:00 a.m. laying face down in the floor with his arms spread out like jesus. He also has hair to his ass.
Chapter 3: All Killer, No Filler, Josh Miller
Miller is a semi pro wrestler. Miller is a hardcore wrestler. Miller was extremely wasted saturday night and he kept telling us how awesome he was and showing us his myspace. We chanted miller's name and he tried to chug a southpaw light. and spilled it down the front of his shirt. He has long hair and is a grown ass man. He does merch for wfof i think. Miller was staying steady to the ladies and he showed them a picture of himself on myspace bloody and all. But he informed them that it is all an act and that you shouldn't worry about him. he also explained the hardcore wrestling technique of stabbing yourself in the head and bleeding errwhere.
Chapter 4: The boat sets sail while cory taylor grounds himself.
Meeting new people is always fun, especially when you meet someone who you aren't really for sure if they are for real or not. Never before has this been soo true as saturday night. exactly 36 hours ago i was so randomed out that had i been drinking i would have probably burst into flames. The boat his a man named paul jarvis, but you call him "the boat" He is into Freak nasty shit. He told us stories of his sex capades with older women, Morbidly obese women, golden showers, and video cameras. The kind of conversations that make you feel bad for hearing. The boat also has his own rap song. He brought a girl into the bedroom we were all trying to sleep in. and he waslike hey guys can i check my myspace. he sat the girl down and turned on some r&b. I laughed so hard i developed a headache and a cough. He promptly left. Soon after young cory taylor came stumbling into the bedroom with a knot on his forehad and passed out on the bed then fell right into derek's warm embrace. Then just layed there stinkin for a minute. I was pretty sure he was dead.. Nope, just stone cold drunk
Chapter 5: Big Killer Josh Miller VS. Weatherford the astonishing Round 1.
When men get drunk they do stupid things. Mr. Miller wanted to swap licks with weatherford. I convinced them that it would be a good idea to let weatherford punch miller in the face that way it would be fair. Miller punches weatherford in the arm hard enough to make him mad them miller went to tend to some ladies for a minute. while he was gone we gave weatherford a pep talk about how he needs to step up and be the alpha male. Then he punched miller in the face soo hard that it hurt me.. Then the rick flair chopped each other, then they hugged and split apart, and continued thier antics by this point i had a mustache drawn on my face with a sharpie and a huge question mark looming over my head.
Chapter 6: The Surreal life
Nothing seemed real saturday. It was the most random, ridiculous shit i have ever encountered. While we were all going to sleep people just kept wilding out. and eric kept putting his feet on me. and at that point it occured to me that if bozo the clown had bust his red haired ass through that door juggling some flaming bowling pins or chihuahas it wouldn't have phased me a bit I was in overload. I love fun people
Reference
"the boat" http://www.myspace.com/pauljarvis
"miller" http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=7707313&Mytoken=23F45D48-59E0-4E0C-9EEECC583200C3D0420572828
"weatherford" http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=4788828&Mytoken=23F45D48-59E0-4E0C-9EEECC583200C3D0420572828
With Faith Or Flames http://www.myspace.com/withfaithorflames
"dustin" http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=29472458&Mytoken=23F45D48-59E0-4E0C-9EEECC583200C3D0420572828
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Thirteen years later, and I'm still a child.
When I was 11 years old, i decided I wanted to start skating, like alot of the other kids in my town did. I got an acme "baby" board for christmas that year. I couldn't for the life of me learn how to do anything on it. Some guys a couple years older than me, who kicked my ass on every occasion, and broke my balls nonstop, traded me my first pair of Roces' Majestic 12' skates for the board. These guys weren't all that bad. Even though they were older, and kind of jerks to me sometimes, they always took care of me and didn't let anyone fuck with me. Maybe thats what having a big brother is like, I dunno. Through skating around town, i started meeting the other kids my age who did the same. And like me, the older kids kicked the shit out of them, and ridiculed them to the point of tears, but wouldn't let anyone else fuck with them. maybe thats what having an extended family was like. I digress. Its funny, but when i was in 6th grade my friend Ben dubbed me a copy of Full Circle from Pennywise. I listened to it all the way through when i got home from school. The first time i heard Brohymn tribute I realized that the friends i had, and people i surround myself with can be just as much my family as the people i moved away from when i was so young. My father, a railroad worker, moved us here from Le Claire Iowa in the late 80's To this day i've been back to visit, maybe 16 times. Sometimes i believe it was for the best. This sparked a new interest for me tho. I began to find out as much as i could about punk rock, and of course I skated all the time. Around the time i hit 13 i had a dresser droor full of punk compilations like Givem the boot, punk bites, Punk o rama. Etc. It was something exciting for me, It was somethign different than all the other kids were already drinking and smoking pot and playing football etc. etc. I was coaxed by my parents to play football for a fewyears, I never was good at it, but it was fun. There was something that i really wanted to be a part of. Something that i just needed. It wasn't success, it wasn't wealth, it was to be a part of something that mattered, If only to me, I wanted to change a life. When i was 14 Joey started playing drums because a dude left a set at my parents house. By this point we were chain smoking ciggarettes, and drinking beer with my neighbor who would buy it for us. We listened to screeching weasel, the queers, blink 182, nofx, no use for a name. Anything snotty that we could find. Joey and Phillip (the damned whippersnappers) hung out at my house every day. We would play tunes from the time that we got off of school untill 10. These songs were about pillhead girls, pizza plus managers, etc. That summer, we played a field show for one of my friends in flag pond. It was our first "show". Holy hell. It was a punk rock dream come true for us. we set up our tents, joey's drums, my amp, and my karaoki machine(vox). We started out with a song called Gluesniffer. It was cool. There was a keg, I drank probably 7 tacobell cups full of beer. Smoked so many joints, and later in the night, accidentally smoked some crack with two sketchy dudes, After thinking they had pot in the bowl. That night, this loose girl we went to school with tried to come into my tent and cuddle, i told her to turn around, she did, I put my foot to her ass and shoved her out of my tent as hard as i could, she skipped on her chest in the dirt. It was cool. Then a really sweet girl we went to school with, came and asked me if i would come play another song, I thought itwas the previous girl and i told her to fuck off. I'm pretty sure it upset her so bad that it cockblocked joey. That was fun. It was my first show.
Here are the lyrics to gluesniffer.
When i said i dont' wanna talk about it,
i meant it, i was really getting pissed.
but you stayed dumb, and true
you didn't get a clue.
you once told me that ignorance was bliss.
no don't start saying i am acting dense
you want the truth now you're gonna get it.
It must suck to be you.
you got caught sniffing glue,
and had to go to rehab like your friends.
Take out your papers and pens, Write down my name and put quotations
Here' experience is fable, There's only so far your back will bend.
and now you said that your dad called me a queer
i wrecked my car trying not to hit a deer.
it must suck to be you, you got caught eating ludes
and had to go to rehab like your 'rents'
I love my life.
Here are the lyrics to gluesniffer.
When i said i dont' wanna talk about it,
i meant it, i was really getting pissed.
but you stayed dumb, and true
you didn't get a clue.
you once told me that ignorance was bliss.
no don't start saying i am acting dense
you want the truth now you're gonna get it.
It must suck to be you.
you got caught sniffing glue,
and had to go to rehab like your friends.
Take out your papers and pens, Write down my name and put quotations
Here' experience is fable, There's only so far your back will bend.
and now you said that your dad called me a queer
i wrecked my car trying not to hit a deer.
it must suck to be you, you got caught eating ludes
and had to go to rehab like your 'rents'
I love my life.