Showing posts with label Musique.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musique.. Show all posts

Friday, June 12, 2015

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man, I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat.



When At The Drive In's album, Relationship Of Command came out in 2000 it changed everything for me. I went back and studied In Casino Out and Vaya like my life depended on it. I absorbed everything this band had to offer. 

My band, Tape was a mixture of MBV, Primal Scream, The Stooges and some 90's rap shit, but my stage demeanor, leaping off amps and over the drummer, knocking into the guitar player and basically having a fit was heavily influenced by Cedric Bixler (Before he went by the hyphenated, Zavalas). 

When they announced the first night of the tour at the Glass House in Pomona I bought tickets for my whole band. Mind you, back then money was tight and that was a big deal, but needless to say I went with most of my band and my then girlfriend in tow. 

We had played previously played to about 25 people in the small room next door, and that was just about the biggest deal ever for me, so this was major. I got there early, claimed a good spot, and though I missed the Murder City Devils (bummer), I was right in the middle of the crowd, eager with anticipation when Jim gave his Ian MacKaye rap and with that, the band launched into one of the most impressive sets of music I've ever heard, even to this day. 

I later went to De Facto (their side band) shows at the Knitting Factory, one of the 1st Mars Volta shows at the Troubadour, and continued being a mega fan all the way until they broke up. I never met the band, never needed to; the music was enough for me.  

Fast forward to many years later and my band, She Wants Revenge managed to play at the same venue where I had first seen them rock out at, The Glass House, selling it out each time we played. I couldn't believe that. Seeing a packed house for ATDI blew my mind, and here we were doing it ourselves. Crazy. Like truly never thought that was possible. 

 Around this time my friend Juan, a brilliant bass player mentioned in passing that he may audition for the Mars Volta. He knew how big of an ATDI fan I was, and though he was totally into it, I like to think that me freaking out about the opportunity and talking his ear off about it saying how he HAD to do it helped push him towards it. Soon my friend who I had played with was in this massive, immensely musical, beautiful prog rock band, wowing audiences worldwide. So cool.


Tim Ward, a dear friend who was working with SWR at the time told me that I would totally get along with the singer from the other hand he worked with, The Mars Volta. He told me that like myself, he skated around on days off on tour, loved old skate videos like I did, and that if we ever met we would totally get along. 

He introduced us through text message (if memory serves me), and we began a long and very cool text and social media relationship. We spoke of getting together to skate, but busy lives always got in the way. One day he met and later married a local girl I knew, and soon they were off having beautiful children and joining that club of touring dad, a gig I knew all too well. We stayed in touch, texted, made plans to make plans, invited each other to some cool life things, but then one day he moved back home to El Paso, and we never even got to skate Bronson Canyon as we said we'd like to. 

Then one day ATDI announced they were playing Coachella, and I was over the moon. I tweeted a congratulations to Cedric telling him how excited I was and then texted him and told him the story of how I'd taken my band to see them at the Glass House and how moved I was by their song, "Napoleon Solo". (Look up the story if you don't know it). I told him that they'd better play it, to which he replied, "Of course, just for you". 

So when I was front and center watching them tear up weekend 1 with my wife it was the coolest thing ever when they started that familiar guitar riff and played one of my favorite songs. It was really a full circle moment. Here was this dude who influenced me so much as a performer, doing this song at a festival I had the pleasure and honor off playing TWICE, something I never would have believed had you told me that back when I played with Tape. 


The next weekend I was in bed with my wife when my phone blew up with texts; "did you hear that?!"  "What the fuck?!"  I didn't get it. What was I missing? Oh, right...Coachella weekend 2. My friend Tyler told me that Cedric had shouted me out from the main stage of Coachella. I was gobsmacked. I couldn't believe it. Here he has told me he was going to play it for me, but a shout out? 

No. Not possible. 

It wasn't available on YouTube for a while, and when I finally found a recording of the show and the song I watched eagerly waiting to hear what he said, and as the song's familiar stains began, he spun around, and on the mic for everyone to hear, said, "This song is dedicated to Justin Warfield". 

I just got goose bumps when I typed this. 

I still can't believe that moment or what it meant for the fan that bought his band tickets to see At The Drive In to inspire them and him to reach for greater heights. 

That was one of the most magical rock and roll moments of my life, and believe me, I've had more than I'm worthy of. 

I thanked him over text and said we must hang, and when I caught wind of his new band, Zavalas I said we should play together, as my new outfit Dream Club would be a perfect fit. We continued to talk on social media, and the more things we found in common the more we couldn't believe we'd never met. 

The capper was one day when I posted pics of me with my Afro, jumping off amps with Tape. He liked the pics, and said, "how did we never hang out back then?"  That was so fucking cool. 

This past Coachella, Drive Like Jehu played, a band I could write a similar post about, but will spare you. What I can tell you is I dragged my girl away from Jack White late into the evening to see this band that blew me away in a bowling alley back in 1994 as a young lad. 

When we finally arrived after the long walk to the Gobi, there was nobody there. Literally about a hundred or so people gathered in the tent as they tuned up and line checked. Near the stage in the guest viewing area there were about five people lurking around. 

But there, standing alone and waiting patiently like the fan he was, was Cedric Bixler-Zavalas. 

I walked right up to him, grabbed him, and upon seeing me we just laughed and hugged. 

It was totally amazing. Years in the making, and of course, there we were, just two fans of music, waiting to see a band who changed our lives. 

I said, "of course we're the only two guys here". 

And it was so fucking special. 

When I met Barack Obama as he was campaigning for the presidency the 1st term I didn't ask for a pic, when I hung out with Lou Reed I didn't dare ask for a pic, but after we talked about our wives, our lives, our music, our kids, and how crazy that it had taken us this long to meet, I looked to my girl and said, "you have to take a pic". 

Music is magic. 

#tbt

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Schizophrenic like Syd Barret, on one. Edgar Allen Ho screamin', "Reynolds", on one.







So happy to share with you the first video from the artist I've been working with for over a year now. 

It has been an amazing experience watching her grow from an incredible but raw MC to a gifted songwriter and person with a bank account (but still no driver's license). 

I'm so proud of our über-talented girl, Nova Paholek and all the hard work she's done to get here. Congratulations kid, and to the best team in the world, Jensen Karp & Evan Kidd Bogart, let's do this. 


Produced by Chest Rockwell, managed by Jensen Karp (Hot Karl, y'all), and Executive Produced by Evan Bogart and myself, I present to you Nova Rockafeller in, "Problem".

Saturday, December 25, 2010

I came to bring some Christmas spirit, I got a big bag now guess what's in it, somethin' for the rich, somethin' for the po, so merry xmas & ho-ho-ho.

Sonny Liston.
This photo ruffled a few feathers in 1963.
In some parts of the country it still would.
#teaparty



Last year I posted a Christmas mix.
Looking back, some of the songs were weak, so I've edited the playlist down, keeping only the jams.
Enjoy - (And no, they're not links, this isn't a music blog, do the work yourself you lazy bastard).

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* The Christmas Song (Merry Christmas to You) - Nat King Cole (The whole album is epic, but this is the best, also not so Jesus-y, which is nice).

* Peace On Earth / Little Drummer Boy - Bing Crosby & David Bowie (Corny but good).

* Christmas Time - Stevie Wonder (A heartbreaker).

* Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree/Jingle Bell Rock - Brenda Lee (Classic).

* Christmas Song - Joy Zipper (Reminds me of my girl, a plus).

* 2000 Miles - The Pretenders (Best female rocker ever).

* Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles (Not a Christmas song, but the inclusion on Less Than Zero soundtrack, use during xmas in the film, and presence of sleigh bells qualifies it).

* Going Back to Cali - LL Cool J (See above).

* Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) - Joey Ramone (Needs no explanation).

* Christmas All Over Again - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers (So good).

* Happy Xmas (War Is Over) - John & Yoko

* Endlessly - Mercury Rev (Not technically a Christmas song, but it feels like it to me).

* Wonderful Christmastime - Paul McCartney (If you don't like this there's something wrong with you).

* Christmas In Hollis - Run-DMC (Best ever).

* Christmas Wrapping - The Waitresses (2nd best).

* Chrismas Treat - Julian Casablancas (Impressive cover of a Fallon/Sanz SNL skit).

* Another Lonely Christmas - Prince (Go ahead, cry).

* Christmastime Is Here (Vocal) - Vince Guaraldi Trio (No matter how old you are).

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In conclusion, keep Christmas alive, say "Merry Christmas" to everyone you see....even if they don't celebrate it.
Do you ask everyone who sneezes whether they believe in a deity before you bless them?
No, so don't be a pussy and say, "happy holidays", that is unless you want the terrorists to win and the angels to die.

Stay black, talk hard, and go Lakers.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Police, eat a dick, straight up.


Jim Greco/Deathwish model Supra.  I can't stop rocking these. So epic. Reebok style for 2009, hair-metal fantasy.




My Twitter pic. I just love this. Walking past, my wife said, "Batty, batty, batty!". If you don't get it, you don't get it.




I suck at blogging. I have a full life, so it makes it hard. But in an effort to step it up and try to update at least once every other day, I've decided to start featuring little known, underrated, unknown, or just under the radar shralpers. Everyone knows of the guys who get the coverage, but everybody also knows  of someone who just kills it when the cameras aren't around. This is a section for a few of those guys who have made an impact on skateboarding and my life.

First in this category is a guy that is the definition of gnarly. 

Seriously, he is a brutal skater, bad ass motherfucker, and the kind of guy you just wouldn't ever want to fuck with.

I have seen him attack coping like it talked about his family. He makes me want to be more aggressive in all areas of my life.

I've met him, but I don't really know him....nor do I want to. It would ruin it,  like bro'ing down with Santa Claus.

Ladies and gentlemen, Chuck Wampler.




Can you put that much style into a back smith? Shut the fuck up, you're lying.
Thanks to Reza @ thearabparrot.com for the above shot, and concrete d's for below.




Eric Ray Davidson, google him. He is an fucking amazing photographer. He shot a bunch of candids of my son and I the other day while I was shopping at Confederacy. His shots for The New York Times during fashion week are on display and for sale there, so if you're in LA, check it out. You can also check him out at ericraydavidson.com. That is where I found this shot. I don't know who this guy is, but I am going to start jacking his steez as of tomorrow. Be warned.





Eddie.



Eddie.





Stefanie King Warfield. My wife. She was wearing these when we met, Jelz?




Netflix this, and just try and keep your pants on.




The right wing is scared.