Powerstars

Your journal makes me wanna listen to some of these bands (Despite not being able to watch the videos due to being on my 3DS), particularly the Alkaline Trio and The Movielife. Too bad there's probably not a decent place to go find their music in this state, unless there's a mystical CD store I don't know about. Anyways, yeah, excellant job!

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butthead aka 216

I feel kinda lame listening to The Movielife. They give a more teenage feel to handling girl problems or whatever. But Alkaline Trio is really timeless to me. Matt Skiba shredded his vocal chords over the years with his aggressive singing style and their last 2-3 albums have been noticeably more poppy. They've lost their punk style roots over the years, but I will always think their first few albums are titties. The depressive, alcohol fueled lyrics don't feel like forced poetry shart like a lot of music (even bands I like). It feels less woe-is-me and more fuck this shit.



Speaking of Alkaline Trio, their lead singer is Matt Skiba. For those not in-the-know, Skiba has been in a bunch of side projects. Most notably, or not-notably because they blow fat cocks, Heavens and Matt Skiba and the Sekrets. Don't listen to either, it will taint your image of him. It's like watching Jordan ball for the Wizards or Jerry Rice's skeleton run routes for Seattle. It's painful.



But, his solo stuff owns. In 2002, (thanks Wikipedia) Skiba released this Split CD thing with Kevin Seconds from 7 Seconds (eh, he's alright). Skiba has 5 songs on it, and every one is killer. The bassist/occasional singer from Alkaline Trio has a weird voice, kinda lispy. So his pussy-ass isn't in the solo stuff. Here are my two favorites from the Split.

In Your Wake


Song about kicking heroin:

Good Fucking Bye



There was a bunch of stuff the past few weeks I thought about posting here that I found contributed to the Pussification of America, but I'm tired. Also just a lot of ridiculous bullshit from feminists, vegans, etc. I was kinda hoping more people would be up-in-arms about the Jameis Winston rape situation so I could make fun of them, but feminists seem relatively intelligent on that issue. Got the next few days off, expect more updates this weekend. I know you are all eagerly waiting with your asses barely on the edge of your seats.

butthead aka 216

Today I had the unfortunate circumstance of taking my car for inspection, which it failed miserably. I could have laid $350 in my toilet and watch it swirl away with my turds, but at least I have a safer car now. The most unfortunate part was that I was stuck at the mechanic for a few hours since I didn't have a ride and didn't know when he would be finished. I walked to get food, but came back and flipped on their little 22 inch TV in the waiting area to kill some time.

Basic cable. Those peasants. I had the brain-racking decision between QVC, Paternity Court, or Dr. Phil. Paternity Court gave me some lols, but I felt like I was cheating on a certain Judge Judith Sheindlin, which led me to the beginning of a Dr. Phil episode. There were 2 parents on stage, with their hott, busty, blonde daughter between them. It piqued my interest despite the fact she was 16. I wanted to see what this little hoe had to say, though it was regrettably not on Jerry Springer. Basically, she was a pill popping slut who got expelled from school, liked fighting, and dated 28 year old guys. Man, some guys have all the luck.



So, as usual, everyone is telling their sides of various stories while the crowd 'ooo's and ahhh's' every few minutes to show signs of life. Snap to a few quick-cuts to crowd members shaking their heads or laughing at a lame Dr. Phil dad-pun. It was everything I remembered from watching Dr. Phil with my gram 7 years ago. Basically, the mom cheated on the Dad, who she said abused her. The daughter told a bunch of likely exaggerated stories about trying to kill herself 40 times, her father abusing her, doing meth at age 11, etc. She actually managed to take a story about attacking her Dad with scissors and make herself the victim. I could tell she had a Tumblr blog.


Little hoe



But I'm watching this all go down, and Dr. Phil is being such a blowhard. The Dad was like "I never touched anyo-" and Phil interrupts with "That's a lie!" Cue crowd applause. At one point he told the crowd that a mother is a young girl's most important role model, then very awkwardly stared at the mother until the crowd felt uncomfortable enough to laugh 10 seconds later. The entire segment was so ridiculous. But mainly I couldn't help but feel a level of rage towards Dr. Phil that I don't usually feel towards people. I had to get up and go smoke a cigarette at one point to contemplate my existence in a world where he routinely packs his studio with his minion-retard-fans who actually think this guy knows what he is talking about. The segment ended as they were handing me a bill for their services. She got put in some stupid group home which was "specifically designed to handle these type of situations." Whatever. I hate seeing his face. I hate his voice. Why are my jimmies rustled?


Well now I feel obligated to shoehorn some music into this shitty update. I was clicking around trying to find bands that seemed to fit the bill of my music tastes. I found this song:



I thought it sounded pretty sick. Checked out a handful of songs by Sense Field and realized they were all fucking ghey. They were all like Dashboard Confessional-ish. Way too soft and sappy for me.

So then Rezz was playing Chevelle in Plug and we had talked about Chevelle in Plug a few weeks back. See, I had this room mate. We will call him Doug since that's his name. Doug was the type of guy who couldn't have a good night if he didn't pick up a chick. He had a nice routine of stumbling into our place at 3AM without a random slut, blast Chevelle from the living room speakers and smash beer bottles in our kitchen. Ah, college.

Eventually he found a random slut named Pam. She was a very top-heavy Mexican chick who had a bush (lol). Overall pretty cool chick though and her and her friends started coming around a lot. But then she started coming around drunk like every night to **** Doug, who was a lanky, pasty, and had one of those beer bellies that looked like a starving Ethiopian on his wiry frame. So the soundtrack to their fucking became Chevelle blasting through his speakers. Whether through that experience or through other means, I started to really like Chevelle. I never really dug too deep into their catalogue but always liked the songs I've heard.



First song I heard by Chevelle because it was in Madden.