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I've changed my Mind
I have changed my mind and will not be coming in to the B-city this weekend. I'm feeling somewhat ill, and would like to attend a metal show at the Zoo. However, I'm thinking next weekend would be good, so if you're looking to party let me know.
Roller Derby, Noise and General Misbehavior
The past weekend was a pretty wild. Friday night saw me venture to the local roller skating arena with a group of friends to celebrate some good birthday times. I was bent on Budweiser cans and deer head medicine and was not not prepared for the scene.The rink was clogged with little kids and tweens getting their mac on. There was "cool" rollerbladers in wife beaters and a staff guy with a prison tattoo and a handlebar moustache. Moustache man was responsible for picking up the kids when they fell, and showing off when the disco tunes hit the horrible sounding PA. After regaining my composure room mate Gregore and I got the death wheels rolling and good times were had.
From there we made a quick stop over at the house, then walked to the Zoo for melodic metal mayhem. Our friend Jarod's band, The Cast was playing with Malicious Terror (who I refer to as Halfords gay death child) and Into Eternity. Into Eternity are an overly technical melodic metal band from Regina who are making their name in Europe. Their five part harmony vocals and rapid time signature changes had me crunching polynomials until my head hurt.
Personal highlight of the night came when I ran into the singer from the band who played after my set, last time I was in Brandon. He told me that I totally fucked up their set. "All I could think was something about Swollen Members and dick sucking." Killer.
On Saturday evening Greg and I convined in a tiny room in our basement for our second noisecore jam. As with the first, Greg played saxaphone through an effects rig, as well as the AutoHarp and I played guitar and piano (also through an effects unit). We also had various garbage to hit and throw, including a plastic cup filled with pennies and light bulbs
We consumed whiskey, jag and Old Millwaukee until about midnight, then started. The result is 5 or six songs or harsh modulator squeels, laughing smashing and screaming. Every song is over ten minutes long, and we did not finish until 3:16 AM. I had a hard time sleeping that night, as I couldn't shake the sick ring modulator and feed back sounds we had created earlier. I guarantee that none of you would be able to sit through the whole recording. It was great.
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