MOAR

     I feel like I went to a million shows this past weekend - but they were all awesome! Keelhaul x2 (!!!), Dysrthmia (thanks Vanessa and Colin <3), Defeatist, Magrudergrind and Fuck the Facts (who I hadn't seen in a few years but were solid and entertaining and as always). I somehow managed to train diligently all weekend in spite of my slightly excessive drinking and late nights. I did almost throw up while doing deadlifts on Saturday, but there was no way I was putting down that barbell to run to the bathroom and blow chunks in front of all those burly dudes. Went on a 6 mile run on Sunday morning by accident  because I was kinda hungover and putting one foot in from of the other and all of a sudden I was way the fuck out in Greenpoint. Happy accident I suppose - this race at the end of the month with a giant fucking hill as a third of the course is hanging over my heard and is also the day before I start school again. Urg.
Of course my camera died on Thursday evening, so I only have pics of the great Keelhaul at Santos Party House (aka the House that reeks of vodka and redbull).

I don't think I could ever get tired of watching this man play guitar.

Or Chris, for that matter.

Joel shot some video of the Defeatist/Magrudergrind/Fuck the Facts sets on Saturday, will post later.

I'm listening to Blessed Are the Sick (I know you are all shocked that I would be listening to Morbid Angel) and there is this line in the lyrics of "Abominations" -"Come and carry my curse" that I always think of  as "come and carry my purse" because it cracks me the fuck up to think of David Vincent calling up some beast from the depths of hell just to carry his knock off designer hand bag in the mall while he looks at black vinyl adult fucking jumpers. He's a douche now (Genitorturer's anyone?)  but I forgive him I guess.



With the amount of talking about lifting weights and Morbid Angel that is going to go on around here, those who don't know me personally are going to think I'm some kind of angry basement-dwelling neanderthal.
Uh... well. Sometimes we all have to embrace the basement-swelling neanderthal side of our personalities.
You guys have one too right?