Sunday, October 9, 2011

the dream is dead.



The Dream Is Dead was a band that has been a longtime favorite since I first heard their 'Letter of Resignation' EP in 2002. I can't remember the first time I saw them live, but it was around the same time...either in a basement in Muncie, IN (my hometown) with Rune and Harakiri or at a now defunct Muncie bar/venue called The Speakeasy with Premontions of War. I'd known guitarist Jared Southwick previously, as he was also from Muncie, and formerly played guitar in the death metal band Legion. He was also playing in the band Hospital with some mutual friends at the time. TDID were always a no bullshit combination of hardcore punk, classic grindcore, and metal with socio/political themed lyrics that manifested like a 1,000 foot tall middle finger. Through the years I was fortunate to be able to share much with the kindred spirits who made up the band; becoming friends, sharing time on the road for the best tour I've ever been a part of, doing a split 7" together with my old band, and finally joining the band as a second guitarist for the last few years of TDID's existence. Sadly, the band ended on a tragic note as Jared passed away and the final full-length album we'd aimed to finish wouldn't be realized. We did record one last song, which would be the only material I appeared on, entitled 'Ten Long Years'. Our final show was recorded for a DVD that's in the works. Dustin now plays drums for Skeletonwitch. I've compiled almost all of the band's releases into a Bandcamp account (link above). Check it out and enjoy. Rest In Peace, Jared.



From the final TDID show.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

cliff.

Feb. 10th, 1962 – Sept. 27th, 1986.

Still makes my head spin to think he was only 24 years old, yet could already boast a canon of genius music that arguably changed the face of rock music (and certainly heavy metal) forever. First three albums queued up. RIP, Cliff.

Monday, September 19, 2011

do work, son.


A man is a fool not to put everything he has, at any given moment, into what he is creating. You're there now doing the thing on paper. You're not killing the goose, you're just producing an egg. So I don't worry about inspiration, or anything like that. It's a matter of just sitting down and working. I have never had the problem of a writing block. I've heard about it. I've felt reluctant to write on some days, for whole weeks, or sometimes even longer. I'd much rather go fishing, for example, or go sharpen pencils, or go swimming, or what not. But, later, coming back and reading what I have produced, I am unable to detect the difference between what came easily and when I had to sit down and say, "Well, now it's writing time and now I'll write." There's no difference on paper between the two. – Frank Herbert

Friday, September 16, 2011

final hour live tape.


Final Hour - Live @ the Emerson Theater (1/29/2000)
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Recently unearthed in a box of Jared's cassettes was this live tape. Final Hour was the evolution of a metallic hardcore band Jared played guitar in called Plunger. I saw Final Hour's first show (at CIRCVS Fest in 1999) and they slayed, but given the dudes involved that wasn't an unreasonable expectation.

This is 4 songs straight from the soundboard. Transferred from cassette using an Apogee Duet and given a little boost in clarity thanks to the BBE D82 Sonic Maximizer.

Final Hour was:
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Adam Norris - Vocals
Jared Southwick - Guitar
Travis Hawkins - Bass
Dave Dalton - Drums

Bonus: Final Hour - Demo

demo cassettes.


Some local and other underground gems from Jared's collection. I plan on digitally transferring some of these as well as some of the rehearsal tapes from his past bands that were mixed in with these.

Monday, September 12, 2011

absconder.


This past Saturday Coffinworm played with an incredible death metal band called Absconder from Champaign, IL. I'd been listening to their demo tracks for a few weeks, but the demo did nothing to prepare for the live onslaught that they brought: Straight-forward meat & potatoes death metal in the vein of the godly Cianide. Every song was a goddamn ripper and the band thrashed harder than fuck all. The members are all great guys to boot. Bassist/vocalist Brad used to play in Morgue, who had the distinction of being part of Autopsy's only full U.S. tour back in 1993 with Vital Remains & Incantation. Brad is also in stoner rock band Tummler.

Absconder currently have a 5 song demo and logo t-shirts available. You can reach the band for information on getting either of those at this address: absconder1@hotmail.com. The demo has been uploaded here for free download with permission from the band, apparently. Check out their Facebook page for news on their upcoming split 7" with Anatomia on H.G.P.D. Productions.

Friday, September 9, 2011

rumblings.

Coffinworm plays our last show for 2011 on Oct. 16th with Elitist from Portland, OR and our brethren Overpower. All-ages, basement, new songs, goat. After this show we'll be finishing the writing portion of our second full-length album. We've got some new merch, available here: http://coffinworm.bigcartel.com/

On a sidenote, I've taken up a temporary bassist position for my bros The Cocaine Wolves. Those of the classic hard rock/heavy metal persuasion who like a dose of punk rock in the mix, take heed. They dropped a self-released platter of hard jams last year that you can find here: http://thecocainewolves.bigcartel.com/

Dates w/ The Cocaine Wolves
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Saturday, Sept. 24th (Muncie, IN) - Muncie Music Fest
Thursday, Oct. 6th (Indianapolis, IN) - The Melody Inn w/ Bible of the Devil (Chi), Bulletwolf, Devil To Pay, & Deadman's Switch

Sunday, June 19, 2011

pimp to eat



More selections from my stacks up for sale. The great cull in segments...BUY MY SHIT!

Sunday, April 3, 2011

the return...



We descend upon Bloomington again in 13 days. Details

Friday, March 4, 2011

hank speakin' the truth.



http://blogs.laweekly.com/westcoastsound/2011/03/henry_rollins_column_16.php#more

It's really cool to hear someone who's done so much for independent music and lived through the annals of changes within the music industry (and its total decline into mediocrity) still be stoked on new music and still plugged in to what's happening in the underground. At 50 years old. Bravo.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

coffinworm / thou / overpower



This Sunday, March 6th in Indianapolis. Click the image above.

Monday, February 28, 2011

some records for sale.



I'm heading out to Portland, OR in a few months for a week long vacation and looking to stack as much cash as possible for an epic trip. Starting to thin out my record collection. Some choice slabs are up for auction here: http://shop.ebay.com/prince_pamparius/m.html?_nkw=&_armrs=1&_from=&_ipg=&_trksid=p3686. More to come.

Friday, February 18, 2011

downloading and a larger discussion of culture.

I recently came across a music blog that has a FLAC version of my band Coffinworm's album posted for free download. For those who may not know, FLAC stands for "Free Lossless Audio Codec" which essentially means it's an exact copy of the original audio recording in full-quality. While all of us in the band agreed to not pursue people posting the album for mp3 download (it happens and sometimes it's more of a help than a hurt), seeing something that we worked hard on for several years from inception and that our label, Profound Lore, pumped a chunk of money into making a reality being offered up for free pisses me off.

Coffinworm have never necessarily been opposed to downloading. In fact, it proved a very effective way to spread our demo and reach a lot more people than we could have otherwise. That being said, there's a trend of irresponsibility on the part of the (formerly) music buying public that has bred a sense of entitlement when it comes to this practice. I'd wage a guess that almost any music fan who's internet savvy by this point has directed their browser to Google, typed the name of a band or album followed by 'Mediafire', and promptly copped some new music. We've all done it, but after that point it's what you do in order to support the band that counts. Liking someone's record doesn't do a damn thing if you didn't help support the label (who paid for it to be manifested) and/or the band (who spent countless hours/days/weeks/years to conceive that aural document that took 3 minutes to steal) in a tangible form. I'm talking snaps. Dollars. Euros. Yen. Now, is everyone able to pay for every album they like? No, of course not and that's part of the beauty of the shift to discovering new music through music blogs or trading mp3s with friends – you are able to be exposed to a lot more than you might have been previously. It does, however, leave a question unanswered: "How much is art really worth?" By that, I'm not talking directly in terms of capitalism, but on a personal level. Art evokes a response or a connection that all of us can participate in (regardless of how it personally affects us). Based on that connection or response, we decide what value to place on said art whether it's literature, music, etc. and there's two main facets to this that I see: Personal identification & our response of appreciation. Regarding the latter, in the traditional realms of western culture this generally means buying a physical format of the recording or book. Anymore that seems to have dried up into a smaller and smaller portion of folks. Home taping in the 80s & 90s is a footnote to what the internet has done to the music industry (both large and small labels) and thanks to the corporate infiltration of what used to be largely underground music (punk, metal, hardcore, and hip hop) musicians are trading decades of hard work and self-sustaining practices for a quick shot of cash and some free media hype. In the process, everyone involved in said scenes are affected as a new standard is being set and with corporate bucks behind videos, festivals, and even subsidized recordings all of which are being offered up for free. The problem of entitlement existed before this began, but this compounds it.

My point? In short, we need a new standard. Regression almost never produces favorable results (unless you're talking about Darkthrone), but continuing to 'plug in' to this alternate framework and metaphorically resting on our laurels will only lead to disastrous results. DIY still works. Embrace your community and create something within it. Share what you've created. Set a new standard and expose new people to those values. Support others and help them continue.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

recycling xtian garbage.



Best note I've ever received with a mailorder LP. Thanks, Hector!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

internet.

Liquid courage for booger eaters.

Friday, January 7, 2011

stowaway.

Yesterday I discovered something I'd never truly put a name on...a thing I've carried with me since my childhood, something I've always kept at bay. Yet, over the past few years it's become a harder beast to keep in check: Despair. I seem to have always carried a darkness and formerly it was something that I was able to tame. In more recent times, it's become unruly and I no longer have been able to prevent it from rising to the surface. It scares the shit out of me sometimes. I've gone much of my adult life without feeling things...it's kept the bulk of my emotions at bay, and replaced the array of them with one: Anger. I burn (literally and figuratively) every day. My body feels like it's wrapped in a wool blanket I become so hot. Critical thinking shuts off. I become solely a reactionary being and in the last two years it's pushed me to the point of initiating physical altercations with a few complete strangers. 0 to asshole in no time flat. It's a complex thing to assess, because while I've always had the void it's never driven me to such an angered state and living within that frame of mind for several years has brought nothing but dissatisfaction, no hope, and self-loathing. Putting a 'face' on this thing, however, seems to have begun to break loose some of what tied me to it. Crawling out of the hole...

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

disconnection.

It's become an endless stream of distractions. None of you seem to notice or care...and I'm just as guilty of it, which drives me to near insanity. It's as if reality has become this disease that society has suddenly declared war upon, and we're seeking to destroy it through any means possible. The anti-bodies? Smart phones, social networking, television, and the internet at large. Suddenly, there's a parallel existence to plug into where everyone finds a way to avoid seeing the elephant in the room, but you never really escape it. It's always there, pissing and shitting on your floor, leaving you to clean up the mess when you log off and check back in. So, what's the cost? Everything. These small increments, the tiny pieces of ground we all give day-by-day to things we know better than to indulge breeds weakness, and in turn we're destroying not only the existence of worthwhile culture on a broader level but our own minds. Learning is beautiful. Information is the most valuable thing we covet outside of our own emotions, but instead people pay money to immerse themselves in virtual reality to fight trolls and catalog their 'unique personality' by clicking the 'Like' button on Facebook.