YOU'LL LOVE INDIAN THRILLER!

Now that we've mourned the loss of MJ for the day, I figured it would be time to post something new. Well, not NEW, but new to anyone who hasn't seen it before. A little known film came along in the late 90's. It was a film that I thought was complete and total WIN. It was low-budget and a little cheesy, but I thought it was great. That movie was Six-String Samurai.

It is set in an alternate future where the Russian dropped the bomb in the 50's; later occupying what was left of the USA. The last remaining free city is in what used to be Nevada: Lost Vegas. After a long reign as the king of Lost Vegas, Elvis (Who else?) has passed away. Now every badass musician with a sword is on their way through the desert to claim the throne as theirs; even Death himself.

The protagonist is known only as Buddy (obviously supposed to be Buddy Holly), and he is hell-bent on becoming the next King.

What makes this movie so great isn't the cheesy fight choreography, nor the awful costumes. No, this movie has an excellent soundtrack that I think effectively captures the mood of the movie. You have everything from The Red Elvises playing their own rocking blend of Surfabilly and Rockabilly to an awesome score done by Brian Tyler inclusing this:



THE MOST BADASS way to begin a battle to the death is always with guitars.

So if you've never seen this flick, and have some free time, I recommend seeing if it's on NexFlix, or just buying a copy. And if you love music the way I do, the soundtrack is on Amazon for dirt cheap from some buyers. Now go. Witness this awesome movie.

Samurai Shodown VI has the most disgustingly awesome soundtrack in a fighting game.

I finally got my copy of Minx by Leatherface yesterday. Took two weeks to get here from England. I guess that's pretty fast, all things considered. After going to the local village prophet to seek his wise counsel (and maybe buy a copy of the CD from him), I was informed that a dreaded hell beast had destroyed all copies of the sacred tome. As if that weren't bad enough, the same beast had forbidden anyone to recreate its magical properties.

So I journeyed on. Oh, the adventures I had. But we're not here to discuss my epic battles with giant sloths and hellish worms that have crawled from the depths of the ocean to impregnate our women and trick the mixed beings into wearing bland and boring fashions.

After a thousand years of searching and bargaining with imps and minor devils, I finally stumbled across the coveted album. An equivalent exchange was made! I sacrificed the souls of Andrew Jackson and Abe Lincoln for the CD. Unfortunately, this was a time release spell, so I had no idea when the Spirits of International Customs would oversee the deliverance of my treasure.

I opened the portal from which I receive messages from realms beyond sight, and a violent explosion tore a hole in reality (as well as killing a small dog. But that's okay. Nobody likes small dogs). Then, before my very eyes, Minx materialized.

I've been listening to it throughout the day, and I'm glad I found these guys through my uncle. If you don't know who they are, I strongly suggest looking them up and maybe buying a CD or two of theirs.

The moon, stars, galaxies, clovers, and pots of gold have aligned, enabling my amorphous clay-like molecules to take shape of a normal human, trudge out of my crack in the tectonic plates of the Pacific Ocean, and go out to a rock show once more. My disappointment in the music scene is even greater than it has ever been. But, as usual I also didn't have a horrible time. However, now is the time for me to pass judgement on the stupid who ruin my concert going experience.

I'll start off by saying that I don't know where this epileptic version of slam dancing came from, but stop please. I don't regularly attend a martial arts school where blocking fists, knees, heads, and feet are necessary anymore. I touched on this when I posted about Sounds of the Underground 2006, but it bears repeating.

I would also like to say this to my female readers: I commend your tenacity for entering a mosh pit, I really do. HOWEVER, if you can't hold your own against a guy who is only about 180 lbs, please get out of the pit. If you can't stand your own ground in a crowd to avoid being thrown involuntarily into a mosh, please get out of the pit. Don't rely on bigger guys or stronger chicks to protect you. At this point you've become an inconvenience to everyone around you, and will probably get yourself, and the dude who trips over you, hurt. And if you are (or look like you are) ten years old, stay away from the mosh pit. You're probably out past your bedtime, and you should haveknown that Raffi concerts don't have mosh pits. You're obviously in the wrong venue. P.S., if you can't mosh a guy who outweighs you by 50 lbs don't try to mosh me. It's just sad when all I have to do is take a small step forward to knock you down hard.

To all idiots who like to start mosh pits in areas other than the pit itself: stop it. You're not a rebel, you're not "hardcore", and you're just pissing dudes like me off. Admittedly, I get angry fairly easily (as anyone who reads this journal could tell you), but I really try to keep that in check when I'm in that kind of environment. I try to be understanding of the sad, filthy throng of people who come to concerts to let loose because they have nothing else in their pathetic lives to keep them happy. But when someone like me, who stays in the pit for a really long time, gets out of the pit it's because they don't want to fucking be there anymore. And just because you're three feet tall doesn't mean I won't beat the crap out of you for acting like a god damn fool. If you want to mosh, get in the mosh pit.

To people who do drugs: fucking pregame, like people who drink. Don't fucking smoke weed at the concert. What the fuck? This isn't the '60's, man. Not everyone enjoys the smell of pot, because not everyone smokes it, you dildo. I don't have anything against people who smoke pot. I have friends who do. There's a time and a place for that though, and a concert isn't it. Be considerate of the people around you.

Now last, but certainly not the least, I will address those bands that are the headlining bands at shows. If you are the main attraction at a show, do not suck! People paid good money to see you play. They did NOT come to see a lead singer whose voice was not only drowned out by the band, but apparently can't sing and play his guitar at the same time either! Tim Armstrong of Rancid, I'm looking at you. You guys are hardly spring chickens, but for christ's sake you could at least try. GWAR has been playing longer than you guys, and they still give a great show. What's your excuse? Are you still sad because Brody left you? No, I DON'T care if you can smirk and point while you sing. What's that, you say? No, pointing in different directions isn't doing it for me either. I didn't pay to see you smirk. I paid to see you rock, bitch! THAT'S why I left your show after the fourth song. Yeah, I know you're not reading this, but eff you anyway you hack.

Well guys, that's all the anger I have for now. Keep it tuned in here for the next big thing to irk me.

 

The answer would be yes. Fuck. Yes.

If you're wondering who the heck I'm talking about, that would be one of the guitarists on Dragonforce's "Through the Fire and Flames" that seems to make all of you Guitar Hero III nerds cringe and shake with fear.

I got all three albums from a friend of mine and oh snaps and dang do they rock. As some of you may or may not know, I'm a HUGE fan of cheese metal like Stratovarius, Dio, Queensryche, and things of that nature. This is due to their amazing guitar, vocals, and overall sound respectively. Dragonforce has all of this, and a bucket of wings.

I don't think I has a point to this entry other than to plug this band.

Uh...

Oh, I'll be going to a special driving course in January. You know all the crazy secret agen type driving you see in spy movies? That's what I'll be doing.

...to reflect upon the passing of Kevin Dubrow, frontman for the metal band Quiet Riot.

Damn.

The yellow goat I ate!
 

Hahaha! Don't ask why, but here it is.

DDR 5TH MIX FOR THE MUTHAFUCKIN' WIN!!! I came in to work today to find they got rid of Extreme and put in 5th mix!! No speed modifications + classic songs = none of the ITG "elite" want to touch it.

I sang this song in the pouring rain to pass the time while I was on guard duty, during combat training. Random memory.


One more time with emotion
It's so delicate
When you're painting someone's heart
It's a little bit hard to be so eloquent
When you don't know where to start

I'll wait where the moonbeam hides
I'll wait on the other side
Away from the words I know
I'm waiting for your heart
I'm waiting for you heart to drop

One more time with some feeling
I'm not finished yet
I'm just trying to find the start
I try to say what I'm meaning
But nothing seems to fit
When I'm trying to fill your heart

I'll wait where the moonbeam hides
I'll wait on the other side
Away from the words I know
I'm waiting for your heart
I'm waiting for you heart to drop

When you're painting someone's heart...