'Fashion Crusties Fuck Off'

I think I should blog because Zach and Lynette are in class for another hour and I'm really, really hungry but trying to wait until they're out of class for lunch and I don't feel like doing Calculus just yet. The anticipation of the pizza I have my heart set on is distracting me from all things productive.

I was in Philly last night to see my friend, Steve's, band at the Manhatten Room.
If you don't like your music fast, dirty, loud and mind blowing... it's probably not a sound for you (I believe they fall under the 'grindcore' genre). The thing that amazes me about bands like this and like the obscure metal bands is the talent and technique of the musicians. This often gets overlooked by first-time listeners because they're so distracted by the vocals (which consist of screaming, growling and screeching) they forget the hear the music. It's not the fancy, show-boating of metal... but, like I said, it's fast and it's not power chords or noodling. It's just notes being played at warp speed all over the place!

Steve's band, Unrest, actually got approached by Relapse Records last night to do a song for a 7" vinyl compilation!!!! (I would just like to point out that my mother, the one with the record collection, didn't know what I was talking about when I said, "seven inch vinyl.") Relapse has signed Mastodon, Alabama Thunderpussy, Necrophagist (AWESOME technical band and really nice guys), Origin, Pig Destroyer, and The Dillinger Escape Plan (I'm not too familiar with their sound, but was a bit surprised to see them on the roster!).

It was good times. Yuengling was only $2 a bottle and I have found metal heads to be some of the nicest people around. Seriously! They can be a bit intimidating with their tattoos and piercings and funky facial hair, but they usually tend to be pretty fantastic people.

Sorry for all the hyperlinks... It's my favorite tool to abuse :)

I have to be to work an hour early tomorrow so that all the highschoolers can go home and get a glorious full-night of sleep before their big first day back. I like my job, but it's becoming too much work.