Monday
Sep082008

Free Song of the Day! Enjoy. Share.

Auditorium
"Crazy from the Cold"
from Deus ex Machina

Auditorium is a St Petersburg, FL-based art rock/progressive ensemble led by the neurobic Joran Slane. Equal parts Pink Floyd and Fleetwood Mac, the anthemic melodies and thumping rhythms make "Crazy from the Cold" a great song to get drunk/stoned to. Not that we condone illegal-substance intoxication, but c'mon we're a record label, not NASA. Enjoy!




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Friday
Sep052008

Free Song of the Day! Enjoy. Share.

900 Pound Gorilla
"Big Fat Limo"
from Debut

The 900 Pound Gorilla story is one of 3 longtime friends having fun. Along the way, 900 Pound Gorilla recently received the award for Punk Rock Group of the Year at the 17th Annual Los Angeles Music Awards. In addition to this, they recently garnered 2 nominations for the All Access Magazine Awards-Best New Group and Best Hard Rock Group. The song "Big Fat Limo" was the actual track that clinched their Punk Rock Group of the Year award. It's a fun tune about celebs, the good life and a nice ride! Enjoy!

You can also check out 900 Pound Gorilla's song "Gutterball" on No Lip Vol. 1!

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Thursday
Sep042008

Free Song of the Day! You're Welcome.

Bull Lee
"It Goes How It Goes"
from Bull Lee

"It Goes How It Goes" is the opening track to Bull Lee's eponymous album. Bull Lee is the rock n’ roll your parents, preachers, teachers and cops warned you about. Hook-heavy, loud, in-your-face, and fast as a freight train from start to stop, this gang knows how to crank up the amps and wring every last drop of sweat from any room hosting them. They come bearing no prevailing message, other than having fun and forgetting, at least for the moment, the rigors of the outside world. When Bull Lee’s onstage, all else can melt away, and the groove & power of the music can take you back to that place, perhaps in front of the bedroom mirror, broom guitar in hand, where the excitement of self-expression and the freedom of abandon meant everything. Come to think of it, it still does. Enjoy!

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Wednesday
Sep032008

Introducing "Free Song of the Day"! Enjoy. Share.

Tailgunner Joe & The Earls of Slander
"This is Your Brain" from Red Scare EP

Tailgunner Joe (as they are known to their friends) is a self-described "sophisticated, intellectual, yet vernacular blend of Southern Comfort-soaked, cowboy-booted punk rock n' roll and shredded denim, studded leather-wearing alt-country, all with a twist of aggressive indie garage". We do not disagree with any adjective or qualifier used above. Plus we want to add that they are a great bunch of guys with some fiercely catchy tunes. Enjoy!

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Friday
Aug222008

Meet Aaron Bond: DJ

     With more than 14 years of musical background, and after playing in many bands over the past 10 years, Aaron Bond is finally ready to pursue one of his true passions - writing Drum N Bass tunes. Born in Atlanta, GA in 1981, Aaron began his musical career quasi-early. Playing guitar at the age of 13, he hooked up with friends Wes Rogers and Casey Williams to form a punk rock band in Pensacola, FL called Buzzin' Eddie. It wasn't until Wes, who was writing Goa Trance music at the time, introduced Aaron to DnB. Aaron immediately showed interest in the turntables and started to collect vinyl, although at this point, still had no turntables. After saving up enough to get a little starter kit from NuMark, Bond began to hone his skills matching beats. Moving to Tampa soon after, Bond began playing out across Florida. Unfortunately, Aaron soon realized that this was a passion he could not yet financially afford, and chose to go back to playing in punk rock bands. Aaron fronted a 4-piece pop/punk act called Truly Sunday and held a great local following for about 4 years until the members of the band decided they were ready to move on. Aaron, wanting to continue some form of musicianship, filled a guitarist position with another Tampa-based rock act called Soulfound. Bond earned some major accolades in the local and national music scene, along with the rest of the band in the years to follow. During this time, Bond met a local promoter, and has since been associated with FEN Entertainment. After parting ways with Soulfound at the end of '07, Aaron decided to go back to school for his one and only true passion: audio. After long studio hours and four-degree weather in Chillicothe, OH, Aaron came back to Florida to re-start a career in audio. Now working at EA Sports in Orlando FL, Aaron has been writing tunes for the past 3 months. Bond is now ready to release some unsigned dubs to the net. Aaron Bond is a DJ, producer, songwriter, and audio engineer. Click the link below to check out his recently released tracks: "Bella", "Just Enough", and "Napolean".

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Monday
Aug112008

Your Summer Reading...

Note from the editor:
     I got this email today from the Saul Williams mailing list. I opted in for it when I downloaded his latest album, "The Inevitable Rise and Fall of Niggy Tardust", while it was being offered as a free download. I have yet to hear it, but have heard nothing but good things about it. I have been a fan of Mr. Williams since first seeing him in "SLAM", an independent film about poetry and "coming of age" (I've always hated that term, but sometimes it can't be avoided).  As you can see, the email was entitled 'Your Summer Reading", so naturally, I assumed it was going to be an interesting post about what books are suggested reading from the man himself. While the email does contain such information, it is not the main idea of the email. He ends up turning it into selling points of why we should all go vegan, including an interesting take on how going vegan can eventually save the planet. I don't really know what to make of it. My opinion of him hasn't changed, however, I find his case-pleading out of place. Read the email, then leave your thoughts and comments. I'm curious to see if I stand alone on this one. Be warned, he IS a poet at heart (we tend to get wordy), so this gets a little lengthy. Thanks for your time.
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Dear Friends,

     Although I cannot boast a lifetime of keeping my views to myself, I have seldom taken on the responsibility of trying to change someone (alright, maybe a few girlfriends, but you'll never hold me to that). However, this year for me has been one of aggressively shifting from a reluctant pursuit of change and growth to taking a proactive stance on what I believe in times that I see as clearly representative of a societal paradigm shift both necessary and urgent for our country and world.

     I received a lot of questions from some about why I would allow my song 'List of Demands' to be used in a Nike campaign. Ironically, half of the people now reading this post never heard of me until that commercial aired. That, indeed, was one of my reasons for allowing it. A small circle of poets and conscious do-gooders are not enough to effect the change necessary to shift our planet in peril. We must enlist people from all walks of life, people not accustomed to questioning the norm, people who may simply want to dance uninterrupted without message or slogan. I see no glory in 'preaching to the converted'. Furthermore, I believe fully in the power of music and have branded my work with it's own conscientious stamp and stomp of attitude fueled to steal the show in the face of the nonsensical. Quite simply, it was clear to me that people would not be rushing to the store to buy Nikes after seeing that commercial, but rather rushing to youtube or itunes to hear or download the song. I even imagined those who would be rushing to blogs to question how I could allow this to happen and the subsequent discussion of the ethical treatment of factory workers and how new minds would be informed and enlisted in the struggle for ethical change.
     As an artist that characterizes himself and his work as a hybrid synthesis of creativity and responsibility I am forced to make politicized choices, weigh evils, and work strategically to make a living and contribute to the change I wish to see in my lifetime. For instance, the groundbreaking digital release of The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust! wasn't done simply because I wanted to give my album away for free and maintain my independence as an artist, but also because record companies left me little choice. As a musician I have been signed to both Columbia/Sony and Island/Def Jam rosters and have faced consistent naysayers who have basically insisted that I choose the type of music I am going to make and if the choice wasn't according to their definition of hip hop showed little faith in it or in the possibility of a wide public supporting it, without realizing their role in determining what the public supports. Radio stations followed suit in determining my music not urban, alternative, or rock enough. Of course my music showed more rock influence than Eminem but the KROQ's of the world seemed to be basing their definition of rock on something a little more surface than sound, at the time. Thus, I have always found myself with fans that have through their own hard work and diligence fought through the norm to find me, yet still voice surprise that more people haven't.
     The compliment "you're ahead of your time", often feels more like a curse than a gift from a well-wisher. I have never considered myself ahead of my time simply because a few executives may not have been visionary enough to determine where music or antiquated ideas of race are heading or to realize their role in continually underestimating the intelligence of the listener and our generation. Rather I have seen those 'powers that be' as behind the times and perpetuators of an old cycle. Likewise, I have seen their over-turn as inevitable. Thus, The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust! simply came at a point when I realized that we were, indeed, living at a crossroads and Victor Hugo's saying, "There's nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come", came to life.
     Without question, we are living in powerful times, a time where the powers of being will truly prevail over the powers that be. This is evident in the political sector where it has become clear, at least to me, that my support of Barack Obama is not because he's black, but because he seems to represent both symbolically and ideologically many of those ideas and ideals whose time has come. Ideas of the divine need for change ("God's just a baby and her diaper is wet." Get it?) in how we look at the world, ourselves, and at our individual and communal powers. The idea that might is right, that we demonstrate our power with aggressive force is great for football teams, but hardly the best idea for a country whose running source of pride has historically been the evidence of our collective imagination: our music; our films; our amusement parks; and the technology we create to share it. These products of peace are the things that made the world initially fall in love with us. We have rooted ourselves in a growing sense of independence as evidenced through our historic social movements, always upgrading our beliefs and laws to reflect our broadening understanding and vision. Of course, many, if not most, would label this a very optimistic perspective of the ongoing struggle for justice and equal opportunity for all people in this land. There is still a fight to have our voices heard and many of us when given the opportunity to speak seem to have very little to say. Then are those who have consistently fought against growth and change, who would rather fight for their right to maintain their antiquated, sometimes ignorant points of view, as if the age of the perspectives themselves is what validates them. Yet, the first technology is of the mind. It is the shift in perspective that allows us to streamline possibilities of understanding as reflected through invention. And quite simply, we are coming of age.
     In this age it is our responsibility to challenge ourselves beyond cultural traditions and delineate between what we have perpetuated through ignorance rather than wisdom. We face an opportunity to broaden our worldview through the exchange of technology and information. We need not rely on what teachings of the past could not anticipate. It is an opportunity to forge ahead and beyond the wavering shortsightedness of our religious leaders, elected officials, teachers, principals, and sometimes parents and live in simple accordance with what we can feel deep within ourselves. We should no longer be surprised to sometimes find ourselves seemingly more intelligent, informed, or insightful than our leaders and bosses, rather we should feel encouraged to inspire and share our most informed selves in our every encounter. And that, my friends, is what has led me to write you today.
     While sitting on a plane, on my way back from Lollapalooza, reading Thanking The Monkey by Karen Dawn, it struck me that this was the second awesomely inspiring and informative book I was reading this summer without sharing my thanks by spreading the word. I am sometimes hesitant about making a big deal about my vegan diet, as I have considered it a personal choice worth little discussion. Yet more and more, I have found myself attempting to encourage people who ask me where I find my inspiration, or what issues do I find important, or how can we curb warfare and violence to consider what we ingest. A story was recently recounted to me of a popular TV chef who chose to raise little piglets on his show to insure that they were fed organic food and not injected with chemicals (as is the practice on most factory farms), all for the sake of fattening them up for their slaughter and another primetime recipe. Yet, the time that this chef spent with these pigs taught him a valuable lesson (more valuable for the pigs, no doubt). What he learned was how intelligent pigs are. In fact, in recent times, it is common knowledge for most that pigs are arguably more intelligent than "mans best friend" and companion, the dog. For our chef, this meant switching gears and realizing that he could not consciously kill this intelligent animal, that it would constitute a murder as brutal as slicing your fluffy pets neck and watching it writhe and bleed to death, or sticking an electric prod up its ass and electrocuting it, if the fur or skin is of value…
     It may seem like I have just taken a turn to the graphically extreme, I wouldn't want to make you "lose your lunch", but these are the common practices perpetuated by the factory farm industry on millions of animals a day, in the name of your breakfast lunch and dinner. And, no, I'm not simply talking about pigs, but also cows, chickens, turkey, horses (that's right horses. Everyday), and fish. Everyday, our species participates in the mass genocide of other species without care or concern or even questioning whether the violence that we ingest and condone plays any role in our apathetic support of the war machine we have become. How is it that we as human beings can represent both the highest and most developed and lowest and least concerned forms of intelligence of any living species? Are we simply glued to age-old barbaric traditions that cloud our senses and render us inhumane in our dependence on comfort foods and practices? Is our dependence on foreign oil the only thing we need to curb? What about not so foreign species?
     Some might argue that artists are a race or species apart from the common person. Yet we all identify with the teachings of Gandhi, the genius of Einstein, the art of Leonardo Da Vinci, Picasso, Rembrandt and the talent and compassion of living artists like Alice Walker, Will Smith, The Mars Volta, Dead Prez, Prince and countless others. Some of us choose to emulate their styles, their fashion, their career choices, but why not their diets? If our brightest most celebrated stars all have this one thing in common why are we so slow in connecting the dots for ourselves? Perhaps the biggest issue at hand is not what our cars run on, but essentially what do we run on? The fact is that factory farms are the number one users of crude oil, not cars. That's basically what it takes to kill approximately one million chickens per hour (just in the US). More than half of our water supply goes to feed animals being fattened for slaughter. The methane gases that contribute to global warming are produced majorly by cow farts in factory farms, not to mention the amount of fossil fuels needed to create just one pound of beef.
     Yep. You doing the math? Basically if we shifted our compassion towards animals, the domino effect would heal the planet. We'd no longer be cutting down rain forests to create more space for cows to graze, we'd stop depleting the ocean of the necessary (keyword: necessary) food chains that our eco system depends on, diseases including many cancers, heart disease, obesity, and others which find their root in the food/toxins we ingest would slowly disappear as would our taste for violence.
     Which brings me to the other book I read this summer that inspired me to reevaluate every aspect of what I've been taught through the news and media, especially concerning the war in Iraq and Afghanistan. That book is The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein.
     So what are you reading?
     I know what you should be listening to,

Niggy.


Thursday
Aug072008

Untitled

     I wanted to post another email from Iraq today, but when I checked my Gmail, I could't find the next post. Now, I'm not condemning Gmail here, because it's highly likely that I may have erased them by accident, which has happened before, but these were emails I wanted to hold on to on purpose, which leads me back to believe that Gmail may be at fault for failing to archive my emails correctly. I digress. This entry is not about bitching at Google, it's just that I am having a fairly rough time existing these days, and the lack of material for my next post was the cherry on top.
     Have you ever felt that all your successes and accomplishments never stack up to anything? Did you ever feel that, no matter how much you have going for you, i.e., friends and family, a good [not great] job, and a decent social life, that it never stacks up to the bad funk you may find yourself in? Why is that? I have a great family. We are closer than we have ever been. I have wonderful friends. I consider myself to be musically talented, among other things as well, like writing lyrics and screenplays, photography, and for all my geeks out there, I am kick-ass at video games. (Not a great accomplishment, I know, but for some reason it means something to us nerds. [Check out my latest GH2 accomplishment to the left on my TwitPic Feed. Epic.])
     I have been doing everything to keep myself busy, which is usually the advice I get from people when I ask them how to keep from analysing too much over something in particular. The past month has been filled with activity. My parents' birthdays are in the same month. We celebrated and had a blast! My cousin came down from California with her daughters that I had yet to meet. My new cousins are adorable! My friends from the Midwest were able to come down to Clearwater for some time. We rented a boat and celebrated by shutting down the bar every night they were here. That was amazing! My best friend just got married this past weekend as well. As a gift to them, I was able to provide music and sound for the ceremony and had the pleasure of DJ'ing their reception, too. Good times were had by all.
     So with all this activity, and having the fortune of "living the life"... why all this negative energy still? I just don't get it.
     I feel super-selfish complaining about my funk while knowing that I am truly blessed. I'm at a loss for thoughts, and I can't put words to something, describing it, if it doesn't exist. Does anyone have any advice? What do you do when you feel down about something you can't quite put your finger on? Someone out there has to have the secret. If not THE secret, then at least A secret, that can be shared with the rest of us. I hope this doesn't sound like whining and/or complaining. I hate it when people do that. These are just my thoughts... and I have the ability to share them with all of you. Comments, critiques, and hell, even slams are welcome at this point. Thanks for your time.

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Thursday
Jul102008

Iraq Dental: Part 2

Note from the Editor: The following e-mail was sent to me in response to the previous entry from a soldier with a similar experience, whose rank I did not receive. For the sake of continuity, we shall call him SFC [Sergeant First Class] Vulich.
 
[Received 21 June 2008] 
So just to make you feel a little better about your dental visit in Iraq, I'll share with you mine....
So this was during my last rotation at FOB Warhorse. I knew I had a cavity and didn't want it to get any worse (for the fear of losing the whole tooth, or going through something similar to your adventure).

So anyway, I go to dental sick call which was in one of those old buildings way in the back in some dirty whole. I get put in one of the chairs and like you said, some young SGT comes in and asks me what my problem is. I tell him I have a cavity in the back on my last molar. He looks inside and says he can't see anything. I know it's there; I can feel it with my tongue (yes it was that bad). LOL. So the dentist comes in - a 24yr old CPT (Captain) who has been stop-lossed! Yipee, a happy one! So he says he'll take a look. He turns on his IPOD and what is playing????? No, no elevator music, nothing calming. He's playing Nine Inch Nails! This is kinda scary. I have an angry stop-lossed dentist rocking out to some crazy NIN. This is when I notice the decorations he's hung up in the office. Really twisted, scary pictures. I swear I'm living a NIN video.
So the dentist starts poking around in my mouth, and as strange as it can seem, I do have a small mouth (with some big teeth), so his fat fingers poking around don't feel too good or quite fit well.  Anyways by the end of this live NIN video that I'm living, I end up with a capped tooth, gums cut and bleeding, the edges of my mouth torn a little bit and bleeding from him expanding my mouth. More pain then I started with, and I don't even get quarters [living arrangements]! I have to go back to work!
So that was the first and last time I went to the dentist in Iraq!

-SFC Vulich

Thursday
Jul032008

Iraq Dental

Note from the Editor:
    When I first set up this Blog, I had the Music and Entertainment industries in mind. After a short while, I received what I considered a sort of "beta" feedback; not super-popular, but with more of a "community response" feel to it. I want it to be more popular, of course, but I am realistic, and I know these things take time. I don't expect a huge change, but just wanted anyone who reads this to understand that as time goes on, things seem to be growing "organically".
    Not only do I have what I consider a decent, musically inclined knowledge base, but have acquired military experience as well. After being in the Army for some years, I have made -and lost- many friends. Those surviving are still serving. I have the privelage of being in contact with old Army friends currently serving over-seas. With their permission, over the next few months or so, (or until they get tired of e-mailing me), I will be posting a series of e-mails I have been receiving from said friends. I hope these entries will help to enlighten American civilians of some of the things that take place in a war setting that we may have no idea even exist. The personal experiences our soldiers encounter are often overshadowed by the negative aspects of battle. (Not to mention American media.) These e-mails highlight the somewhat positive and more light-hearted routines our soldiers endure on a day-to-day basis, while also showing some of the injustices and mistreatment given to them by the very Government they are representing. No matter what your opinion is about the happenings and politics in the Middle-East, these stories should shed some light on things we wouldn't normally get insight to. The following post is one such e-mail. I hope you enjoy. And please... never forget, that even though war is hell, we have angels in the form of soldiers fighting to keep us safe.

(The following e-mail was sent to me by my good friend, SFC [Sergeant First Class] Lima. My edits appear in "[ ]" throughout, to explain some of the terminology used. Otherwise, content has NOT been altered.)
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 [Received  12 June 2008]
    So let me tell you about the worst experience I have had in Iraq so far. And for me to say that is pretty bad, considering I have slept on the desert ground on the Iran border, been shot at, blown up from IEDs [Improvised Exploding Devices], have had mortar rounds land all around me, and have had a severe ankle sprain from playing basketball (had to throw that one in) during my 3 deployments to Iraq.
    So I will take you back about a week. Currently we are transitioning from Camp Liberty (a suburb of the Baghdad International Airport- BIAP) to a smaller more operational camp called JSS [Joint Security Station] ADL. JSS ADL at some point was a 4-story mall (ADL MALL) with many store fronts in the heart of Baghdad. We are moving out to get a better feel for our area of operations and be more involved with the Iraqi Security Force (ISF). All this means to the average soldier is that we are leaving a nice and comfortable base with hot showers to live in a hot but safe building without the commodities of a nice long shower, good DFAC [Dining Facilities], and PX (shop). Oh well, we have to do what we are told. So I have been focusing all my attention on how to move my soldiers and their work out there without shutting down operations. It is easier than it sounds.
    While I was in the middle of completing my two day mission, my jaw starts to ache. To be more exact, my upper right (#4) tooth starts killing me. It's one of those pains where it doesn’t hurt while you are doing something like moving furniture or running, but kills the second you decide to lay down or attempt to relax. So here I am suffering through the pain because well, there is a mission that has to get accomplished, and it is my job to see it finished. We finally get back to Camp Liberty and I head straight to the dental clinic.
    This is where the story gets interesting. First off, going to the dentist sucks but then and on “going to the dentist in Iraq”. That just doesn’t have a nice ring. So let me describe the dentist office: a large room inside a wooden building with 1 patient chair in the center, there is no overhead spot light or fancy dental drills. There are weapons stacked in the corner next to their body armor and helmets. The dental assistant is a 22 y/o, SGT, who has probably been doing her job for 3 years and was trained by the Army (doesn’t say much), and the dentist comes in looking like Hercules. I think he had to turn sideways to get through the doorway. He is probably a 26 y/o, CPT, and has been practicing dental work in the Army for 4 years. Call me old fashioned but I want the 60 y/o veteran working on my mouth because he has seen it all. So they come in, throw me in the chair, poke around my mouth attempting to find the tooth that hurts. They take an x-ray right there in the room (which takes literally 5 seconds to process, so why does it take so long every where else?), and then gives me the verdict.
    Dr. Hercules says, “SFC Lima, the bad news is that a filling shifted and is pinching/ killing a nerve in your tooth, the good news is that we can save the tooth.”
    I say, “Great”.
    Dr. Hercules says, “So we will book an appointment for your root canal tomorrow.”
    “Isn’t that the bad news!”
    The next day I go in for my appointment. They don’t mess around. I walk in, they throw me in the chair again, recline it all the way back so I feel as though I am going to slide off into his lap. They put these sunglasses on me that make me feel like I am the 3rd cop on the TV show CHIPS. Dr. Hercules shoots 4 shots of Novocain up around the tooth. And here I thought he would just punch me in the face to put me out. He shoves this wedge in my mouth that I can only describe as a door stop so I don’t bite down. They do the normal tooth clamp and latex wrap. At this point they are both joking about the 2 wisdom teeth they pulled out of the previous guy and how easy it was for Hercules to accomplish. So I am numb, hanging almost upside down while the dentist is drilling. The instruments sound like the normal drills, except for the sucking tool that is supposed to get all the spit and water and tooth shavings. No this thing doesn’t work one bit because all of that is running down my face from my mouth to my ear and then the top of my head. (Remember I am almost upside-down sliding into Hercules lap). I manage to block all this out because I can’t feel anything, yet!
    Now we are done drilling and he is using the little acupuncture type needles to poke around in my tooth to do what ever it is they do then. I start feeling it, no sweat. It starts to hurt a little more every time, so I raise my left hand just like he told me to do. He says OK lets get him another shot. They give me another one then continue on. It still hurts but I figure the shot should kick in shortly. No it doesn’t, so I raise my hand again. He says OK and gives me another. At this point it isn’t helping anything. I decide I can deal with it because it isn’t too bad. Yeah I spoke to soon. He shoves that needle in further and my body starts to jump on its own, tears start to form and I am doing everything I can to control myself.
    The dental assistant says to Dr. Hercules, “He can feel that, he isn’t numb anymore”. That’s when I couldn’t hold the tears back any more and they just start running down the face. I now know what it feels like to be in such pain but can’t do anything about it. I am like a beaten dog just laying there on this chair of pain trying not to slide down and biting the hell out of the door stop shoved in my mouth. Then I hear from both of them almost in unison “no way”. Those aren’t words you want to hear. Next thing I know, they are raising the chair, pulling the door stop out, and undoing the latex wrap. They shove the x-ray pad back up to my face and snap off another pic. I am all dazed and sweaty wondering what the hell is happening. They both stare at the x-ray. They turn around.
    Dr. Hercules says, “We both thought you had a second canal in that tooth and that would have been a paper I could write." I wanted to kill him... no really - get up, grab my pistol, load a magazine, chamber a round, and shoot him. Granted I would probably have to shoot him about 10 times for him to fall, but whatever.
    At this point they finish up, give me a filling, and push me out of the office just as quick as they throw me in the chair. I still don’t understand everything that happened. All in all, that experience sucked so bad that I will not be going to the dentist in Iraq again. I will have a buddy hit me in the face repeatedly to get the tooth out before visiting that dentist again.
    So there you have it, my day at the dentist office in Iraq.

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Tuesday
Jun242008

Post Jobcore or Domestic Punk or...

When we are asked to describe our music or our image, we like to be asvague as possible. It's not a mean-spiritedthing. It's a rebellious knee-jerk against the barrage of assumptions that comes from pigeonholing  music into neat little compartments. Often we use labels like "Post Jobcore", "Southern Fried AlternaRock", "Domestic Punk" or "Progressive Power Pop Punk Rock" which almost always are followed by "What does ___ mean?" We don't really know what those labels mean, but for now, they sound like us.    

And the image thing. Who says you need to be dolled up 24/7 and look like a Vegas drag queen to "look like a rock star"? Aren't you tired of being told that you have to be different to stand out? The same people that are selling "different" are the ones telling you this and everyone ends up looking different which makes everyone look like everyone else. The 80s are over. Glam is dead (as much as I loved it) and MTV doesn't play videos anymore. Images are perceptions and perceptions are made by you. In our Hot Topic/Urban Outfitters, fashion-magazine-driven world, is it really a faux pas to wear a Target polo shirt and shorts? If so, who cares. Do you? Does an image REALLY matter that much these days?

For us, our music and image has only one true label: "Ours". Since back in the day, we have had a motto in the band "Form Your Own Opinion". We don't try to be vague or indecisive, we just like to leave it up to you to "classify us" as you need to. We feel an image or a genre can be limiting and restrictive. Although many successful bands have used an image to permeate the mass consciousness, we like to believe that our lack of a "typical" image is our image. Four (maybe six) dudes who are not hip, trendy or particularly fashionable rocking out, playing music that makes you want to bob your head, tap your toes and puts a set of devil horns on your hands.

Soulfound is a rock band. Nothing more. Nothing less. I don't think what we look like, or [what we] say we are, would change that. Don't let "them" classify your taste by giving you a label and making you part of a demographic. Don't let them figure out what you like so they can sell more of what you like to you. Music should be free and unfiltered.

Ever so devoted,
Ivan
Soulfound

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