Tampa-based writer/blogger/analyst/comic/creative semi-genius
Here are a few scary places I’ve had bookmarked:
Bone Chilling Literature at Gothic.net
Route 666: The Evil Search Engine
The story of Victor Licata – An ax murderer from Tampa who was the basis of the federal crackdown on marijuana back in the 1930s
Latin American ghost stories and tales
Theistic Satanism and other writings
and finally,
Horror Movies that didn’t quite make it to the big screen
Enjoy your Halloween.
Another fortnight, another concert.
Two weeks after seeing Duck Down Records and some of the best names in underground New York hip-hop, I went to Orlando last Tuesday to see two of the best guitarists in heavy metal, Zakk Wylde and Alexi Laiho, frontmen of Black Label Society and Children of Bodom, respectively.
Wylde, Lahio, their bands, and supporting acts Clutch (one of my favorite all-time bands) and 2Cents were all part of the Black Label Society-fronted fall 2010 Berzerkus Tour.
For those who follow my blog regularly, you know it’s been a while since I saw a good metal show. Since January, when I saw Obituary in Tampa, to be exact.
So I was due.
Now I’ll admit, I’m a bigger Clutch fan than Black Label Society fan. I was introduced to Clutch first, have all their albums, and didn’t get into BLS until a few years ago. And although I’d heard of Children of Bodom, I had never heard any of their songs. But I knew of Laiho’s reputation as one of the best living guitar players so I was excited about seeing him play.
After meeting up with professional wrestler Bryan Maddox outside the Orlando House of Blues, we walked in at about the middle of 2Cents’ set. From what I saw, 2Cents wasn’t bad, they were just sorta generic. They were loud and heavy, which made them a good opening act, and maybe if I knew more about them, or heard of them before, I might have been more into their songs. (Although they did cover a Pantera song – kudos to them for it not being “Walk” or “Broken” or anything else on the Pantera’s greatest hits album.) As it was however, I was grabbing a beer and getting settled in.
Next on stage was Clutch. I was surprised they were before Children of Bodom, as the billing had Clutch below BLS with Children of Bodom below them in a smaller font. But considering the crowd and the heavy metal environment, Clutch fit better performing second in the lineup.
Even though I have seen them four times before, I’ve never been disappointed with a Clutch show. With a catalog as wide and diverse as they have, from heavy metal to groove-based metal to bluesy, Clutch can fit on most rock billings. In Orlando, their playlist consisted of their heavy rock songs from their latest six albums, from Jam Room to Strange Cousins from the West, and even one off their side project, the Bakerton Group’s El Rojo. Although they don’t have the guitar acrobatics of the other bands, Clutch’s heavy groove definitely rocked the crowd.
Following Clutch was Children of Bodom. Like I mentioned, I had never heard a Children of Bodom song before and didn’t really know what to expect. All I knew was Laiho had a reputation for being a beast on the guitar. That reputation is definitely deserved. He was phenomenal. With his small frame and blond hair, he reminded me a little of Dave Mustaine of Megadeth, although a lot better guitar-wise, where he reminded me of a metal version of Eddie Van Halen. Lyrically however, I could barely understand a word Laiho said. I’m not even sure if the songs were in English or if they were sung in the usual vocal tone of death and black metal.
Despite not following along lyrically, I’m definitely acquiring some of Children of Bodom’s music soon. Although I am big lyrics person (being a writer and all), I was that impressed musically.
Last but not least was the headliner of the show, the always brutal Black Label Society. Zakk Wylde and crew were absolutely awesome. While they played songs off their latest album Order of the Black, they also played some of their more popular songs, to include “Suicide Messiah” and “In This River”, the emotionally stirring tribute to Dimebag Darrell.
(Check out the setlist here and youtube clips of “Stillborn” and “Godspeed Hellbound“.)
While Zakk Wylde was no slouch with his own guitar virtuosity, the highlight of which was a near-10 minute solo, and musically and performance-wise the band kicked ass , what impressed me the most was his connection with the audience. Although it sounds almost cliche, not since I saw Dimebag Darrell and Damageplan have I seen a band so in tune with their fans. Between songs, Wylde talked about the fans being members of the Orlando Chapter of the Black Label Society and mentioned that his band members also came from different “chapters”. There was a communal bond that was undeniable.
Personally, although one could say that because I was there, I was by default a “member” of the Orlando chapter, from a community standpoint I still felt like an outsider, not being 100% familiar with the Zakk Wylde catalog. Almost like being at a new church for the first time – it takes a few times to be comfortable. But in the case of the Black Label Society, I’ll gladly make return trips.
Unlike the Duck Down Records concert of two weeks prior, the Berzerkus Tour show ended at the reasonable time of midnight. And even though I had to drive an hour and half back home, I was still home sooner than I was after seeing the hip-hop show. Of course, that didn’t make the following work day any easier.
But once again, I didn’t care.
Here are some links from the many sites I have perused of late. Maybe you have seen these on my facebook page or on my google profile page, but if not, here they are.
Your career is literally your business. You own it as a sole proprietor. You have one employee: yourself. You are in competition with millions of similar businesses: millions of other employees all over the world. You need to accept ownership of your career, your skills and the timing of your moves. It is your responsibility to protect this personal business of yours from harm and to position it to benefit from the changes in the environment. Nobody else can do that for you.
Deep in tundra of Russia there is a wild conflict brewing. A conflict so extreme, only the fringes of media dare discuss it. Sites that espouse themselves as bastions of truth, knowledge, and information.
On October 11th, The Voice of Russia reported that a series of summer forest fires had pushed Russian Yetis into the Kuzbass Basin, a land known for its bear population. Claiming the land as their own, the superior Yetis “declared war” on the bears, pushing the bears out of their natural habitat and into the surrounding villages. The Russian news source concluded that an invasion of bears into human areas would not be good.
If this “war” between yetis and bears continues, there is a risk that bears will not sleep this winter because of a shortage of food, instead going to villages in search of something to eat.
So far, The Voice of Russia is correct. On October 26th, an article was published in the Guardian News discussing the plight of the starving Russian bear. These hungry bears have taken an unusual step in order to find food – they have begun tearing open caskets and eating human remains. According to the Guardian,
Russian bears have grown so desperate after a scorching summer they have started digging up and eating corpses in municipal cemetries, alarmed officials said today. Bears’ traditional food – mushrooms, berries and the odd frog – has disappeared, they added.
I wonder what the Russian Government will do. Will they assist the bears in returning to their natural habitat and protect them against the hordes of evil Yetis? Or will they unfairly punish the hungry bears for encroaching on human civilization? You know they don’t play around in Russia. They are known for making people (and bears) disappear.
As I find out more, I will be sure to post updates here.
(Image from here.)
A miracle happened. A miracle that turned me on to the pure, unadulterated joy of baseball.
Borrowing from Cork Gaines‘s reoccurring theme of looking back at previous posts:
Three years ago today over on The Serious Tip, I wrote a short post on the irrelevancy of the New York Yankees/Highlanders in the early 20th Century. While they weren’t as bad as the current Mets, they were definitely second fiddle to the New York Giants.
When the Yankees were under the radar – The Serious Tip
(Oddly, I couldn’t find a history of the term “second fiddle” anywhere. The only origin I found refers to being second in an orchestra, but that can’t be right. Why would an orchestra have a fiddle? Wouldn’t they have violins? The use of the word “fiddle” makes me think their is some southern ancestry to the phrase, or perhaps some Scottish-Irish Appalachian roots. What do y’all think?)
Here is another clip from The Willie Brown Blues Benefit Concert hosted by Jason Rewald of TheDeltaBlues Blog (TDBlues.com) on 9/26/2010. The show took place at Rick’s on the River in Tampa, Florida. This clip features bluesman Eddie Wright getting things started with a nice instrumental jam.
Great news! Apparently, the concert and the fundraising was a success. Here is the latest from TheDeltaBlues website:
We have picked out the headstone, thanks to a connection and friend local to Tunica County. A picture of the headstone is below. Instead of a floral pattern or cross though, we will have an acoustic guitar etched on the stone. We have also finalized the text to appear on the stone. It will read:
WILLIE LEE BROWN
AUGUST 6, 1900DECEMBER 30, 1952A PIONEER AND FOUNDINGFATHER OF THE DELTA BLUES
Way back in the days of yore, when gas prices were high and wallets sore, I wrote a post on my old site that discussed investing in alternative means of transportation. That post, entitled “Making money on pedal power and athletic footwear“, was based on the idea that people would start ditching their cars and finding other ways to get around.
In order to make money on this cultural shift, I discussed investing in various producers of bicycles, scooters, sneakers, and motorcycles. I explored the idea of putting money in a few of the biggest names in the industry and ended the post with these words of advice:
In conclusion, my recommendation is buy Dorel and Nike and drop a few dimes on Patriot. Might as well take a chance.
When that article was written in June of 2008, Nike stock was $68.37. Last week, Nike soared to a new all-time high and closed at $81.89. A week later, and as of the most recent market closing, Nike stock is still high, although it has since lost 23 cents.
(How ironic, as it was Michael Jordan’s number 23 that made Nike into the powerhouse it is today.)
Anyway, had you listened to me back in the day and put your dollars in foot power, you would have made over $13 a share in Nike stock alone.
And that’s not to mention Dorel is also up $2 since 2008.
Sometimes I amaze myself. Other times I am just lucky.
(Maybe here is where I should mention that Nike stock went up mostly because they secured an exclusive licensing deal with the NFL.)
Once again, I have popped up on another site. Today’s selection is my final post of the major league baseball season on RaysIndex.com.
The Cold Dome of the Soul – RaysIndex.com
Hopefully The Professor will have me aboard for the offseason and then into next season. It’s always cool to write for sites that I enjoy reading.
Stay tuned, as this week should also bring about one of most prestigious interviews I have ever done.
Monday night I checked out the Duck Down Records 15th Anniversary tour at Club Empire in Ybor City, Tampa. It was a long time coming as I have been a fan of the label in since it started in 1995.
For those that might not know, Duck Down Records is one of the premier underground labels in hip-hop. While other labels aspire for the pop market, go for the artsy hipster rap niche, or attract the suburban market, Duck Down has kept to it’s Brooklyn-style roots and carved a niche as a home for veteran “grown man” rappers. Throughout the years, the Duck Down ranks have included the Boot Camp Clik, comprised of the four founding groups of the label: Black Moon, Smif-N-Wessun, Heltah Skeltah, and the Originoo Gun Clappaz; Phife Dawg (formerly of A Tribe Called Quest); Masta Ace; current member Pharaoh Monche; and many others. They are New York street hip-hop at it’s best.
Now that we have covered who they are, here is my experience seeing this highly esteemed collective.
Having learned my lesson from previous hip-hop shows, I knew there was no way the Duck Down show was going to start anytime near the 8pm time listed on the ticket. As I mentioned on Twitter after I entered the venue, hip hop shows are one of the last public bastions that still work on “black people time“. I wouldn’t be surprised if jazz clubs and blues juke joints back in the day also operated on such a schedule, but now that those genres have been subsumed into white culture, they have been put on more rigid performance schedules. In the case of hip-hop shows, that’s just the way of the world.
Little did I realize how late the show would be.
After listening to the local DJ spin back-in-the-day jams until 10pm or so, a local group named The Villanz took the stage. Along with their generic hip-hop name, they had one dude who sort of resembled Raekwon from the Wu-Tang Clan, another who looked like the missing member of the Fat Boys, and a big bald guy. They were ok, but forgettable.
Following the three MCs a second act, a small skinny guy named Mike Mass took his turn on the mic. Although he was a better than The Villanz, his 15 to 20 minutes on stage was also filler and nothing special, although the crowd did know a song or two.
After another half-hour of the house DJ’s old-school mix, Dynasty, a third local act, got her chance to entertain the crowd. (Keep in mind, it was nearly 11:30pm when she took the stage.)
I’ve seen Dynasty before and I really enjoy her songs. She is a female rapper in the Lauryn Hill mode, with raps about battling MCs and what it means to be a female MC in a male dominated genre. If it wasn’t so late, I think I would have enjoyed her show more but even as it was, she was really good.
(Pic on the right is of Dynasty and I from her show in another venue in Ybor City earlier this year. She dug the ‘fro.)
After another 20 minutes of Dynasty and other 20-30 minutes of the house’s old school mix, the Duck Down Records crew finally started to take the stage.
(Yes, I am 550+ words into this review and finally getting to the headliners. This review is exactly like the show, except I couldn’t scroll down.)
The first Duck Down artist to take the stage was a young MC named Skyzoo. Skyzoo is a newcomer to the Duck Down label, having only been signed in 2009. Before then however, he made a name for himself in the underground via assorted mixtapes and independent releases.
Although I had only heard him in cameo appearance prior to the show, I was impressed. Skyzoo came out on stage like he was shot out of a cannon, revving up the crowd with a rapid-fire delivery and sharp flow. Like many of the other Duck Down artists, Skyzoo is all about the lyrics and the storytelling. I’ll definitely be picking up some of his releases soon.
(Check out a youtube clip of Skyzoo from Monday night. And check out this interview from 2007, Skyzoo knows his hip-hop history, which is a definite plus in my book.)
Next on the stage was veteran rapper Pharoahe Monche. Most people know Pharoahe Monche from his 1999 hit “Simon Says“, but few realize he is still on the scene and still making music. I know I was surprised.
Unfortunately, the curse of having one massive hit messes with Pharoahe Monche’s show. Even though he rocked the mic with a bunch of good new songs, after each a group of fans would yell “Simon Says” in hope that he would go into that song. That must be annoying for him as I know it was starting to bug me.
Of course, he ended with “Simon Says” and everyone got the f**k up. You know it goes.
Next on stage was old school MCs Smif-N-Wessun. Like I said, these were the guys who got me into the Duck Down sound with the song “Wontime“. Even though they didn’t play that song, Tek and Steele ripped the stage with a bunch of other songs – some off of albums I had and some I had never heard before. Like Skyzoo and Pharoahe Monche, Smif-N-Wessun also came with a lot of energy and charisma. Check the video.
After Smif-N-Wessun, I glanced at my phone and saw it was nearly 2am. Worknight or not, and even though I had to get up at 6:30am, I was already in for the long haul.
Following Smif-N-Wessun was Duck Down Records’ biggest name and one half of Heltah Skeltah, a heavyweight MC named Sean Price. I was looking forward to seeing Sean Price more than anyone else. Like the others, Sean P killed the crowd despite getting angry at the house sound guy for an annoying feedback that plagued his entire performance.
If you have never seen Sean Price, he is a big dude. As he got angrier and kept trying to spit rhymes about destroying MCs all the while battling an uncontrollable stage malfunction, I began fearing for the sound guy’s life. Remind me never to mess with Sean P. Check the video.
Last but not least, at 2:15 in the morning, the final act came on the stage, the founding father of Duck Down Records, the legendary Buckshot. Although I had a bunch of Buckshot cameos, the only album I have of his is his duet work with KRS-One. Even though it was late and even though a lot of the crowd had gone home (maybe if they started earlier there would have been more people there!), and despite the continuing feedback problem, Buckshot still worked his ass off. Despite there being only 50-75 people there, Buckshot spit rhymes in every direction and even played his biggest hits, “Who Got the Props?” and “I Got Cha Opin“.
It was an awesome display of MCing. Check the video.
At 3:00am Buckshot finally concluded the show. That’s right, 3:00am. After a night of magnificent hip-hop, I brought my tired ass back to the house and collapsed on the bed. Only to wake up 3 hours later.
Oh well. Such is life. Gotta make the sacrifice for a good time sometime, right?