november 3rd
California Falls back on rain's sympathetic prison, with curtains drawn in ease enough to hold a little night in day further convinced and odor incenced, the Metrotage turns its quill to a candle. The come-fortitude of the Roy Shakes hoodies an indoor on this one, con mas bajo Jam's darkening the ale after Samhain's real holiday of a four day weekend rock-blast-crash-rehash), ending considerately in Ventura last night at the 10th hour. An early show for an earlier scene, in the familiarity begotten of a fan captained mini tour, Pinata Lazer appreciated a continuation of the growing line of progressively enthusiastic minikin tiny rockers, first demoed to in a canceled show's Ojai Women's Center parking lot to a Geogia O'Keefe town mothered ratio of three young ladies out of every five. Perro Caquero's handling of the camera at this last night's eventuredid catch a mouthed close up lyrics invested more time than the tape's dollar that sold them to her, just in time a couple shows later for the front row. By the way... love, Pinata Lazer's other guitarist from L.A.
upped to the date cuz now's enough... seems like you may have missed your first Gaschamber Marutaz show cuz a contextually obscure 5 min blast danced with only the thickly drunk maid and the chanced celebration of a seasonally sypmathic crowd of early birds of an early Halloween. Whether embraced by the Genrificator CPX or not, the shorty of great import full-hazardly heaped upon the dry docks of Gardena eclipsed a spook-etc & LED light lumed acre dim enough to styalize a shadow over our crew's stay there. In attendence were 2900th Block's (with a zine out shortly) Alister Overlock, Tonli, and el Rupac, who would have strung next to Gaschamber's guitatist CPX with beater Viejo Bajo del Sud under the triple minstrelage of Raize !ssues that night in Reseda, next to Pinata Lazer if the physical plane permitted. For the rest of the crew Reseda's Saturday night alter stage was the lo cal, with the expanse between splitting the villes by a fat line of L.A. at length.
I would been coming at it from the stage there, but the day's complications were heavily indebted to the Metro Transit Authority's paid consideration (starting at just $18/hr) and Reseda is a long way off on any nomad's 2 wheeler. Pinata's guitarist other, Gimme Cum, held his down in ours and in remote view I know he at worst fought hard for his home county before his bipolar splitz from sister Hollywood to close bro Japan. And a month's count from today.
Besides the miss of innappropriatel heat invited fall rain dancing and soon's Halloween rituals, Gimme's familiar, 1 Davice Champ will be out of town for the minikin tiny release of his and Cobra Dos's midi band cut of "At the Devil's Teat," O'Limited to 25 pocket card cdrs, each so special that starting this week they'll be available to the defaultedly exlcusive grips of worthy barterers, and to the acreative by way of three dollar bills. And on that note besides, take this key back to the DIY Big Worlds Palace and scope the specs on Will E. Mammoth's newish Pinata in studio production.
While in studio or gallery, I must mention that CPX's sewn remixes of a pouch-full of MMzloops for the Karaoke Crate City State have almost gotten back to this side of town, with anticipations of voxed precipitations ahead, soon to be etherealized the material scent of our art's native land. Goodnite...
and on the 2nd ever other day of Halloween....
october 30th
In light of All Hallow's Eve eve's day and just chillin' hue. And it might just be a holiday with sneakily prodding Thursday as oracle to this ritual weekend's boon. In fast enough forward we look to tonight's Pinata show at the Cobalt in Canoga Park, and not without brag I remind you of the night's double neccessitized identity permiscuity of a costumed entrance discount coupled with the mask of "Stay Down White Kkkop" worn over a banned riot initiating P-Lazer. Law suits over snapped pierna tenders show finales end up making a little more noise than a hoot in this part o town so the band's gonna have to sneak in to this one along side another potentially violent rug cut inspiring pinata, not to mention C-Dubb's plastic bat. Keep an eye out in tonight's depthy crowd for the plotted shadows maqueraded over of the Roy Shake's salted malt gemini of Viejo Bajo y Perro Caquero del Sud, pero es no bigge. Ohmmmmmm...
october 25th
My back aches and although grassed none of these houses green a welcome except the one over, and 2nd to that overed in a thorough blanch.
and so land riots in Rancho Cucamonga while during the night dreamt an escape in abandon of but in the Middle Night's 10 West, passed inverted by motorcylcle to safety locked in stolen hatchback with option to ditch for these hills. I then wake to further reason 10:04 in the afternoon with next proof placing the Sun's smoke salmon on the other side of the sky. Then if 3:00 PM's harvest sun's storms have past they could have with another end.
...and as the Earth momentarily cools back down to orange-hot from whatever whitening records broken the days before (without the asympathic shade of a railed or bused roof), I sit down and rest a few words to you. The metallic pink charm of Corbrados1daviceChamp's "At the Devil's Teat" can indeceivably be announced as now market-placable, the fired product of the DIY tiny kiln's eternal fray with the moment's alchemical properties of copper spray paint AM, photo copies PM and vellum's cloudening veil. Burned into these 2 1/2" x 5"ers are transcluscently stacked minikin shows, akin to Gimme n MMz' interments to the underground's continental catacomb of 2002. As bands like Wishnet, Michaelbed and Rager have often been missed in the 1st person, the banded Cobrados1daviceChamp's performance is buried a spadable five minutes beneath the surface. Fans mailing to collect this one should considerately post a barter to the 2900th Open Air Market Square c/o Mike Meanstreetz 2945 1/2 w 11th street 90006. The going rate as negotiable as a trade scale hung on a good letter, a wined bottle more cheap than sweet, or your own bit of claw-crafted warped tape...
On the tips ohmmmm! The Roy Shakes salty malty ensemble's not quite aired waft is floating adjascent to the smog and as a neighbor's shaking whip with be harvested soon after: busted volvos, bikes, fridges and water lines
<an excerpt taken from a letter to T-Black , Terminator ex-bandmate>
...and to think that on this 6th day of October in the year 0, fate's future is recalled, amonsgst the contrasts of consequentials like the mailing of his parcel, I will be checking in to be checked off of a list of involved citizenry. In object poilitically, so real I touch it. All these votes are hopefuls, so in a reasoning that keeps off beats on and travels with my briefcase of black fabrics I'll be hopefulliestly casting a spell in end extreme, but beginning far before our judgement days is the basements of Roxbury. The green party may be from the future (or a timeless present), but so am I, and only through an efforted tilling through the concrete down to the soil (required the musculature allotted to some can these native drought tollerant vegetations grow ambivilent to a source bottled planes away. Blow up another semi truck on another overpass above our L.A. River and expose a well meant faultline already there.