Monster Magnet -Spine of God
"You don't yank on the spine of God. You get what you give, you know what I mean!"
Friday, March 22, 2013
Hear : Monster Magnet - Spine of God
Feelin' nostalgic today: album du jour
Monster Magnet -Spine of God
"You don't yank on the spine of God. You get what you give, you know what I mean!"
Monster Magnet -Spine of God
"You don't yank on the spine of God. You get what you give, you know what I mean!"
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Bottom Rocks: THE PORNOGRAPHER'S DAUGHTER
My BOTTOM boys are off to LA for their music run in The Pornographer's Daughter. I was hoping to join them, but I'll be part of the next run in San Francisco coming up in July.
Until then, Break a leg, boys! Proud of you!
Until then, Break a leg, boys! Proud of you!
++ THE PORNOGRAPHER'S DAUGHTER ++
A ONE WOMAN SHOW
by Liberty Bradford-Mitchell, Daughter of Art Mithcll
Kevin Hardicus and Kevn Swartz create and perform a live stage score composition for The Pornographer's Daughter a thought provoking, multi-media, live experience.
Thursday, March 14 to Sunday, March 17 @ 8:00PM
146 Electric Ave, Los Angeles, CA
310.823.0710
Friday, November 19, 2010
Things I am THANKFULL for!
It's Thanksgiving week and I'm feeling Thankful for many things. My family, my bandmates, my friends, tunes, life, good food n' awesome drink! Holidays makes me feel nostalgic, so here are a couple of my favorite classic spins:
Monster Magnet - Spine of God.
There are three things in life, the world above, the world below and the area being pulled in both directions. "You don't yank on the Spine of God", yeah----but the bull god sure knows how tug on god's benevolence long enough to con him out of some unearthly tunes. Satanic gypsy, poet, doper, sex fiend, mythical anti-Christ, savior, high school burn out, Wyndorf paints pictures so clearly you can reach right into your stereo and touch the frayed KISS patch on his army coat, while exhaling a huge bong hit. The lyrics, melodies, riffs, and rhythms are too perfect, it makes me wonder if god, the devil and dave wyndorf are all the same being. It's too good, too evil, and too human all at once.
Kyuss - ...and the Circus Leaves Town - Blues for a Red Sun - Sky Valley
There really aren't words to describe how I feel about Kyuss. Kyuss is magic. Kyuss is a
classic. Brant Bjork is one of this decades most innovative rock drummers, Josh Homme the master of the stoner riff, Scott Reeder/Nick Oliveri both wizards du bass guitar and groove, and John Gracia- well the most emotional singer in rock'n'roll. Kyuss is one of those phenomenon where the whole IS greater than equal measured parts. Don't get me wrong, I dig all their side projects: Queens of a Stone Age, Unida, and FuManchu, Desert Sessions. But Kyuss is where it's at, its the real Royal Gem. Their ethereal lush desert rock sound has influenced more bands than I can count, mine included. I remember the first time I heard Kyuss, I sat pinned to my stereo for hours, finger to the rewind button, trying to figure out what this j. homme character was doing. Turned out to be the simplest shit ever, but that's the beauty. Stoner bands far and wide have listened to it, eaten it, digested it, regurgitated it, desperately trying to emulate it, but they're never be another Kyuss. The Queen is dead, boys.....Long live KYUSS, Long Live Kyuss!
Pantera : Vulgar Display of Power I don't know what I love more about this record, the painful riffs, the iller singer or the picture of the guy getting beat to shit on the cover. "Are there no standards anymore?" screams Phil in the pre-chours of Walk and after the hairs on my arms lay back down, I gotta say Pantera is the standard for hard, brutal, and in your fuckin' face, boy! I dig it. I'd love to have Phil Anselmo's voice, but Nila reminds me then I'd have to shave and facial hair ain't pretty on a girl. Oh well, but a girl can dream, can't she? Someday, I might get to meet Phil and maybe together we could bread some snake-eyed, god-sized offspring. I've been told he looks like Jim Morrison pre-bathtub these days, but who cares I'd be glad to take him on and whip his ass in shape.
Monster Magnet - Spine of God.
There are three things in life, the world above, the world below and the area being pulled in both directions. "You don't yank on the Spine of God", yeah----but the bull god sure knows how tug on god's benevolence long enough to con him out of some unearthly tunes. Satanic gypsy, poet, doper, sex fiend, mythical anti-Christ, savior, high school burn out, Wyndorf paints pictures so clearly you can reach right into your stereo and touch the frayed KISS patch on his army coat, while exhaling a huge bong hit. The lyrics, melodies, riffs, and rhythms are too perfect, it makes me wonder if god, the devil and dave wyndorf are all the same being. It's too good, too evil, and too human all at once.
Kyuss - ...and the Circus Leaves Town - Blues for a Red Sun - Sky Valley
There really aren't words to describe how I feel about Kyuss. Kyuss is magic. Kyuss is a
classic. Brant Bjork is one of this decades most innovative rock drummers, Josh Homme the master of the stoner riff, Scott Reeder/Nick Oliveri both wizards du bass guitar and groove, and John Gracia- well the most emotional singer in rock'n'roll. Kyuss is one of those phenomenon where the whole IS greater than equal measured parts. Don't get me wrong, I dig all their side projects: Queens of a Stone Age, Unida, and FuManchu, Desert Sessions. But Kyuss is where it's at, its the real Royal Gem. Their ethereal lush desert rock sound has influenced more bands than I can count, mine included. I remember the first time I heard Kyuss, I sat pinned to my stereo for hours, finger to the rewind button, trying to figure out what this j. homme character was doing. Turned out to be the simplest shit ever, but that's the beauty. Stoner bands far and wide have listened to it, eaten it, digested it, regurgitated it, desperately trying to emulate it, but they're never be another Kyuss. The Queen is dead, boys.....Long live KYUSS, Long Live Kyuss!
Pantera : Vulgar Display of Power I don't know what I love more about this record, the painful riffs, the iller singer or the picture of the guy getting beat to shit on the cover. "Are there no standards anymore?" screams Phil in the pre-chours of Walk and after the hairs on my arms lay back down, I gotta say Pantera is the standard for hard, brutal, and in your fuckin' face, boy! I dig it. I'd love to have Phil Anselmo's voice, but Nila reminds me then I'd have to shave and facial hair ain't pretty on a girl. Oh well, but a girl can dream, can't she? Someday, I might get to meet Phil and maybe together we could bread some snake-eyed, god-sized offspring. I've been told he looks like Jim Morrison pre-bathtub these days, but who cares I'd be glad to take him on and whip his ass in shape.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
GEAR : mine
When starting a blog about gear I figure it's probably good to start with ones own gear. So, here's the rig I generally play at any given show.
Guitars:
1981 Gibson Les Paul Standard - Tabacco Burst
2000 Gibson Les Paul Standard - Black
Amps:
Marshall JCM 800
1971 Marshall 4x12 Basketweave Slant Cabinet
. Dunlop Dimebag Darrel Wah
. 1971 Electro-harmonix Big Muff Pi
Carvin X100 2Channel
Carvin 4x12 Straight Cabinet
. Boss RC-20XL Loop Station
. Boss Heavy Metal (it says heavy metal right on it!!!)
More discussion to follow....
Guitars:
1981 Gibson Les Paul Standard - Tabacco Burst
2000 Gibson Les Paul Standard - Black
Amps:
Marshall JCM 800
1971 Marshall 4x12 Basketweave Slant Cabinet
. Dunlop Dimebag Darrel Wah
. 1971 Electro-harmonix Big Muff Pi
Carvin X100 2Channel
Carvin 4x12 Straight Cabinet
. Boss RC-20XL Loop Station
. Boss Heavy Metal (it says heavy metal right on it!!!)
More discussion to follow....
Friday, October 8, 2010
HEAR: FuManchu
In Search of..... Eddie Glass, Eddie Glass, Eddie Glass forever!
Years back a boyfriend and I went cd shopping on St Mark Place in NYC.. At Venus
Records we found a used copy of Fu Manchu, In Search of..... A primo rare score! Giddy,
we ran back to the studio to crank it up on the big speakers. Holy God damn! I was reborn. My dying faith in rock'n'roll was restored. By track two, I was on the floor rolling in joy and delight. Track four, I was on the phone, calling my drummer, "dude, you gotta hear this." By the time the 'Falcon had Landed', I was plotting ways to steal my friend's new favorite disc. Two weeks later I had out-smarted my friend of his prideful possession. I was a closet-FU junkie, all evidence was hidden under my mattress. He would come over and ask, "have you seen that Fu Manchu cd?" My coy response, "gosh, no. you can't find it? that sucks."
Years back a boyfriend and I went cd shopping on St Mark Place in NYC.. At Venus
Records we found a used copy of Fu Manchu, In Search of..... A primo rare score! Giddy,
we ran back to the studio to crank it up on the big speakers. Holy God damn! I was reborn. My dying faith in rock'n'roll was restored. By track two, I was on the floor rolling in joy and delight. Track four, I was on the phone, calling my drummer, "dude, you gotta hear this." By the time the 'Falcon had Landed', I was plotting ways to steal my friend's new favorite disc. Two weeks later I had out-smarted my friend of his prideful possession. I was a closet-FU junkie, all evidence was hidden under my mattress. He would come over and ask, "have you seen that Fu Manchu cd?" My coy response, "gosh, no. you can't find it? that sucks."
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