may i give you an update (get it? cause it’s may)

listen, there’s not a lot of activity right now in the pants household. there are a few punk rock songs in the works, but not punk rock like green day; more punk rock like the minutemen…

there’s tons of bands calling themselves punk rock, but i’m reading michael azerrad’s our band could be your life, and i’m blown away by bands like black flag and minor threat who were insanely influential without ever actually making much money. there wasn’t even the promise or dream of money. only the promise of a fist in their faces.

there is an independent spirit that is truly missing from music—at least the music i normally listen to. this isn’t some old man rant (although technically i am an old man ranting), just an observation of my own listening habits and of the music that surrounds me.

black flag was angry. really really angry. the los angeles police saw them as a threat. cops were seriously scared of what might happen at their shows. what band today can say the same?

minor threat sang a dictate to its audience: “don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t fuck”—giving a million teenagers a glimmer of a hope of a future that didn’t involve some fucking cheap vice.

the minutemen played on bills with black flag and other hardcore bands, but were more folky and organic—showing how the idea of punk rock was more about how you made music, rather than what the music sounded like.
d. boon and mike watt

in summary: “indie” rock is not very fucking indie. we should do something to change it.

also, i just found out that kira roessler, who played bass in black flag, now does dubbing and dialogue editing on game of motherfucking thrones.

black fucking flag

fucking awesome.

the universe is cold, video

there’s something weird about this song. it’s included on “the empire never ended,” (available for download/streaming at which includes songs inspired by sci-fi author and all around insane genius life hacking guru philip k dick.

but “the universe is cold” is the only song that isn’t tied to a specific novel, story, or pkd-related event.

it was written in the fall of 2009 after a date (it must’ve been our 3rd or 4th date) with my now wife, and at the time, i was reading ‘Martian Time Slip’ so there is some loose connection.

anyway, pkd writes a lot about the duality of the universe — life and death; good and evil; etc etc etc., and this song is about where those things meet, which to me is a crucial idea for understanding life.

it sounds ridiculous, i guess, but the idea is that life and death are part of a cycle of adaptation and evolution; that we’re not really the lifeforms we think we are. that life is, in fact, bigger than all of us combined. that the universe and time exist as one variation in an infinite struggle that ends… how? when? i guess we don’t know. and why should we? the bacteria that live in our stomachs and help us turn carrots into poop have no idea where their host is going, so why should we?

i’m not saying we’re stuck in some host’s stomach, but it’s the closest metaphor i can come up with.

so, yep. here you go. the video. an old yiddish animation. featuring a goat.

the universe is cold
and i can’t make it
i can’t live
in this universe
we prove that the end is near
we’ve torn our hearts from the ground
we’ll watch as our bodies decay
we’ll stand above our own graves
singing our own funeral songs
rustling our feet through dead leaves
that were once
our rotting flesh
soft acrid smell
it is our body’s last wish
to bury itself
to watch
as it ends

greatest growth show management excercises team building ieatpants

MurakamiI got pretty excited when I had a chance to play at goodbye blue monday last saturday, but the truth is… I was suppose to play there once before.

It was the summer of 2008 and there were many birds in the sky. Too many birds. Toomany. To Mahni birds.

Anyay, where was I?

Oh yeah, that summer I managed to get on the bill for Goodbye Blue Monday’s lovely-memorial-daylong-drinkalong-barbecue-music celebration. I was told there would be beer and food and music starting in the early afternoon. It sounded awesome then and it still sounds freaking cool now.

So I arrive at like 2 or 3 carrying my favorite and heaviest guitar amp as well as many many pedals and a guitar, I guess. I sat with my girlfriend at the time and my good pal ebrownabouttown who, to this day, comes to all my shows and is the coolest guy ever. Watch out for his upcoming christmas musical spectacular. I think there will be an all men shirtless choir? Wow, I like, digress…

The short-of-breath version of this long-winded story is that we sat around and drank until it started to get dark and then there was no music and I felt a little put off by the whole thing. I carried around a weird amount of guilt about this event for a few years. Had I not been rigorous enough about checking on set times? Who else was supposed to be playing? What other info had I missed?

If you know anything about me, then you know that I can get obsessively focused on little poops like that.

It was a bad summer, and in many ways signaled a call to action for me. The failed gig/Memorial Day didn’t cause it, but it was one of many things that made me change direction in my life.

Anyway, quickly let’s move forward to late summer 2012 and the guitarist for the awesome band teribalanamal asks me if I’d like to play a gig with them. It’s their first gig ever and so I want to say yes, but the show is at the aforementioned venue. I get kind of a twangy vibe up my spine and suddenly fear for my future as well as for my children’s future — but NOT THEIR CHILDREN. Fuck ’em, I say. So, I summon my courage, call myself a fool for being so ridiculous, and make the gig mine.

Cutting to the point: the worry was all for naught. The show started on time. The sound guy (Mark, I think?) was awesome and patient and brilliant and spot on.

There is a moral here (something about personal growth and responsibility). We didn’t get paid, but we did have a great neighborhood crowd and a blast was had by all. And later, there was dancing. I wasn’t dancing, but some other people were, so that’s pretty cool.

Later, I’ll post some images or video or something, but for now I’m just content that I was able to successfully end a four-year period of self-wrought regret and shame.

Also melodramatic blog posts (Just kidding; there’s more to come).

hurricane blues

stuck inside today. just writing…

i’m always talking to myself
and i’m always never getting anywhere with that
feeling sorry for all the wrong things
still defiant
and i still do the wrong things
it’s warm,
this comforting malaise

of the all the people i know
bullies, drunks, parents, siblings, lovers —
thoughtless, unforgiving, uncaring, and mean —
the most tiresome is me

in a selfish way
i treat myself poorly
and revel as the victim
and take glory in the pain

if god forgives sinners
if parents always love
if blood truly binds
aalways forgiving
if everyone around me
is the greatest that i could know

then it’s not their fault
then the world is good to me
then i need their forgiveness
and then
i’ll treat myself well
and then
i will be better

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on his couch

  • september 6, 2012
  • 4–4:20pm

wait, 4pm? what?

that is weird…