filthy.fucking.fury.

"It's time that I clean house. It's time I cut my hair."

2011-02-04T20:11:00.004-05:00

1994! captured by Anarky War Rabbits

Blogging from my kitchen's eating station... celebrating Vietnamese Lunar New Year with The Meatball. Feeling broke but inspired, I decided to forego happy hour with hot girls from work so I can eat by myself and blog about life. Life's cool. I just ate the most bangin' wings that I've eaten in a while... I ordered Thai Chili Glazed Wings with a side of Hot Sauce and Bleu Cheese from my favorite pizza shop, Naples Pizza. I arrive there for take out and all the pizza dudes were looking at me; worried, puzzled, ashamed : ( It was kinda weird... then my boy breaks the news...

Pizza Dude: "Bro, we're still out of that sauce that you like :("
Me: "Oh. Um. It's all good, pizza dude... can you mix up some 'special sauce' for me?"
Pizza Dude: "um.yea.ok. sooo confused right now. O.o"
Me: "OH my bad. To clarify: Please mix up some fucking special sauce like... Hot, BBQ, Garlic, Crushed Red Pepper, Parmesan Cheese... improvise, Boyeeee!"
Pizza Dude: "Oh. Word."

Oh shit! They were the best wings. Reminds me of a most stellar moment in time, a few weeks ago when I was crushing buddy beasters with one of my best friends in the company of vegetarian girls. Serious GrubDown. It felt so good. No guilt. No remorse. Triumphant. In retrospect, it was an amazing evening all together. You could say: "The stars aligned"...

I had plans to meet Ddogg and Eddie in Lancaster to get burritos and see some emo bands. Some rad emo bands: Snowing, 1994!, and Grown Ups. In the weeks leading up to this show, I listened to Grown Ups everyday. I'm listening to them right now, smoking weed. That shit will make you feel good while making you kinda sad, which can sometimes feel kinda good...yea. Sad songs about smoking weed, good songs about talking to girls... ugghh. Like, "Fuck Your Emotional Bullshit" - Snowing the Band. Haha. For real, new age hardcore chillgaze post emo math punk rules.

Anyways, I decided to stop by Freedom Gallery first; to see if Joe was there, hang out, invite him to the show. I was positively sure he was going to be there....I get there... He's not there : ( I don't see his car, I don't see him through the front window... my surprise visit was a failure... I went to leave, defeated. But then I see the shadow of some lanky swagger punk rock greatness walking up from behind me... like, a White Trash Ian Svenonius Doppelgänger ...Haaaah, it was Joe... he was at the comic book store. Of course he was. Joe <3 comix <3

After a long and loving embrace, I gave him a magazine feat. Ian Svenonius. I got it for him in CA a few years ago and had forgotten to give it to him. He claims it was his all along and that he let me "hold it". Yea bro, "let me 'borrow' a magazine. I'll give it back later". Haha. NO dude. It was NOT already yours. I am giving it to you NOW. Whatever. He was such a jerk about it. We hung out in the shop and Tifani rolled through in her leather jacket. Fucking Punk Rock. All my friends are Punk Rockers.

We listened to Punk Rock and talked about Punk Rock, we talked about being "Punk Rock". I tried to tell them compelling punk rock stories about my roof collapsing and all my teeth getting broken, but they ignored me... Joe couldn't stop staring at my blazer. He told me he couldn't understand the words coming out of my mouth; my blazer was too distracting for him to focus on our conversation. He couldn't get over how 'fly' my jacket was. My herringbone blazer I bought at Old Navy = NOT Punk Rock : ( We agreed to get pho and all hell broke loose when we went to leave...

Punk Rock Adam was talking to me through my opened passenger door. Joe, parked next to me, opens his door and RECKLESSY SLAMS his door into my door. OH MY FUCKING GOD. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? uggh. Joe is such a liability issue. He may be the most dangerous man alive. For the rest of the night, I referred to him as "The Most Dangerous Man Alive". At that moment, he was the most hated man alive. I was fucking pissed. Joe was fucking scared. We screamed at each other. I called the police. They didn't respond. Worst, most brutal friend fight ever. We refused to talk to each other for a few seconds. We road raged all the way to the pho place.

In the parking lot, we continued to fight. The girls mediated and we agreed to chill out. We sucked each other's dicks, laughed it off. Time for VietNoms at Rice and Noodles. Good pho. Megan and JoeTif got vegetarian Bánh mì. Punk Rock Adam got soup with fish balls. Man, I love pho. I got that shit with the weirdest meats... tendons, tripe, mystery beef balls... hoping to infuriate and disgust my vegetarian friends, hoping to be a jerk, vengeance against Joe... but they were too open minded... jerk FAIL... we amicably ate our food. No one threw up. Adam dipped his bean sprouts in my spring roll's special sauce. We shared Vietnamese Hot Yogurt. Cream of SumYungAZN. Oh shit! I forgot about the show!

No, I didn't. Ddogg kept texting me telling me that I was missing Grown Ups. He texted me "911. urgent. show is rad. weed science, bro. where are u?". I sexted him back pictures of my wiener. FUCK. I'm missing the only band I really wanted to see. Fuck. It was all Joe's fault. Fuck. Worst friend ever. I tried not to talk to him for the rest of the night. It didnt work. He is too charming. I can't NOT talk to Joe. He apologized profusely; offered to pay for my meal. I refused: "Fuck your fake ass charity. You don't feel bad." But he did. He felt horrible. He violated me. He insisted that he make it up to me. He offered to give me a handjob under the table, just a quick tug, but we were already so late for the show. We had to get out of there. We worked it out verbally; I agreed to forgive him... for the time being. He still owes me a tugjob.

We get to the show and Snowing just started playing. They slay. 1994! slays. Fuck, I really did miss Grown Ups. : ( I buy their merch. I tell the singer bro: "I love your band, bro. You guys changed my life. blah blah wank wank." He was cool. I go buy beer. I go chill with my friends. OG skater punk rock homies Eddie and Dan hang out too. We all hang out. Rad posi-vibes. I wish all my amazing photographer friends were there to capture all the great Kodak moments of the night. I think they were too busy being cool. Seriously. My friends are fucking cool. We hang out. We drink 10 dollar plastic cups of wine. We talk about beards and Nazis, art and dying birds, Tumblrs and horoscopes, christianity and Punk Rock. We talk about how Joe is sooo "Punk Rock"...

Joe tells us a terrifying and most hilarious story about himself, about him purposely cutting his wrist for fame in the name of art. He tells us about how he self-surgeonized his infected wounds with a rusty X-acto blade. FUCKING PUNK ROCK!!!! AS IF YOU DIDNT KNOW BY NOW. Dude is fucking dangerous. That dude is so fucking Punk Rock. Makes me horny. Makes me proud to be associated with him. We drank, we laughed. Me and Ddogg kept talking about the 25 cent wings that were being advertised... "like, for real? wings at the Lizard Lounge? Kinda sketchy, bro... should we get some? omg. look, that dude just got beasters... they look kinda beastin... let's BEAST!" We order wings. They have a Jack Daniels' Honey Glaze sauce. I order that with a side of hot sauce. Tiny wings, but decent flavor, accompanied by cucumber cuts. No celery. Weird, right? No. I love cucumber with my wings and my bleu cheese.

Me and Ddogg eat our wings in front of Tifani and Megan, both vegetarians, I think. They didn't judge, they just watched and ACTED like they didn't miss eating meat. nom nom nom. Me and Dogg crush our beasters. Me and Ddogg talked about Jack Daniels' Honey Glaze with a side of Hot sauce. It's one of my favorite topics of conversation. I talk about 4th meal munchies and how it sometimes cripples me. My friends seemed proud of me for eating 2 whole meals within a few hours. I was proud of Me. Joe told me he liked my blazer. Joe told me he liked my hair. I wish that night never ended. Everything about it was fucking Punk Rock. I miss my friends. I should hang out with them more. I should hang out with them more so I have something to blog about. Real Talk. Kodak moments not captured by amazing photographers. Real friends. True stories. True Life: I'm an ex-Blogger. Catch you on a facebook comment thread. Peace. xoxo

so much more

2008-09-21T14:10:00.008-04:00

(405 W. Franklin courtesy of DSP)

i thought about starting over; allowing the fury to achieve dead blog status. but what's the point? to start another, a new blog, only to kill it after writing a few pathetic posts? there's just no need for my internet existence to be so prolific. so what prompted me to revisit this outlet? who knows. who cares. let's just see how long i can keep at it.

too much has happened since the last post. and those who read this were probably with me when all the dope shit went down. i guess i could recap with bulleted lines, suckapants style... but shit, i've forgotten more than half of what's happened in the last few eventful months. fuck it. i'll try anyway...

-winter "touring" with Future Islands--Bmore, Philly, then DC. i've seen them slay at least ten times in the last year. never disappointing.

-jonesing for some sweet leaf before me and Ddogg went to Floristree in July, then realizing High Places can take you there without the risk of cancer or munchies. No Age and Abe Vigoda exceeded all expectations as well.

-long walk to Festival pier from tifani's for Jam on the River. smoking a blunt Joe rolled filter style while huddling and singing along to the Flaming Lips. getting lost on long walk back to tifani's.

-Joe professing his love for ALK3's frontman at the Chameleon club. "Come on my chest SKIBA!!!"

-highlights of Whartscape 08: DD/MM/YYYY leading us through a musical acid trip, Oxes reunited, Future Islands balloon launch dance party, Parts and Labor w/ new guitar hottie (so hawt, want to touch the heiny)

-dollar Schaefer's and Pale Ale big boys at the Copy Gallery with team Tif and a Jesus Steezed Joe. Future Islands and Ponytail ripped it in one of the seediest venues i've ever been to in philly. even fearless Nadia was scared to get beer from the cornerstore. Future Islands played without a drummer for the first time since i'd seen them in 07 at H&H. still dancetastic. still fucking epic.

some of my favorite videos and photos to help illustrate

Height @ Copy Gallery

Matt and Kim @ Lo-Hi Social Club

Yea Big + Kid Static @ Circle of Hope

"step in to my boogie box. you cannot get away. you will dance for days."

Art Lord & the Self Portraits - Bouncing Away (Live @ Cat's Cradle)
Art Lord & the Self Portraits - Lantern Sigh (Live @ Cat's Cradle)

chúc mừng năm mới

2008-02-07T23:00:00.000-05:00

i have the day off. let's eat chinese food, drink chinese beer, smoke chinese trees, and freak out to chinese dance music...

I DONT WANT TO KNOW MY FACE!

2008-01-10T13:08:00.000-05:00

FUTURE ISLANDS will be slaying this weekend in murdermore and killadelphia. come and give them all of your money if you enjoy phenomenal dance punk candy crunk soul shit performed in sketchy artspace/loft/warehouse/soap factory basement ghetto joints...
scene creamers, wherrre the fuck u at?!!!

January 12 - BALTIMORE, MD @ H&H 5th floor *405 West Franklin*(w/EAR PWR, Isabel, The Best, plus mad awesome videos from Mark Brown, Meredith Moore, Gil Arno, and many many more!)

January 13 - PHILADELPHIA, PA @ Big Rock Candy Mountain *1822 N Hancock*(w/EAR PWR, The Celebs, Vivian Girls, Ultra Dolphins)

"props to the mother in charge!"

download and dance: the celebs-lets get ambulatory

belated birthday wishes to baby jesus

2007-12-27T23:00:00.000-05:00

(hood life 12/24/07 captured by terry)

merry fucking christmas. that's right. no "happy holidays/season's greetings" bullshit. know why people don't work on christmas day? because it's jesus's fucking birthday. political correctness has forced us to undermine the original reason we drink mad elf beer, eat turkey/stuffing and eggrolls 5 days straight, and buy useless shit for people that don't need useless shit. it's all about having a "merry christmas". white people smile more when you say it. i'm tellin you.

a most glorious christmas indeed...

i've been digging on this: sucka pants-XMAS 07 mix

as promised...

2007-11-14T18:06:00.000-05:00

(the celebs, future islands, tron valdez @ big rock candy mountain 11/7/07 imagery thanks to hoagie delicious)
(future islands @ 5th floor H & H Bmore 11/3/07 imagery thanks to D.P.)

thursday... best believe this motherfucker is gonna be bANANAS!

listen and love: coco rosie-white session

hippie'd out & high'd up in da hood

2007-11-12T21:15:00.000-05:00

last wednesday was fucking surreal. me and joebonics show up to 1822 Hancock in the ghetto of Fishtown and were sketched the fuck out. no hipsters, no scenesters, no wanksters sitting outside the joint. just an empty ass hood vibe. once we worked up the balls to creep in, we saw art punk hippie kids standing around cooking what later turned out to be dope ass vegan grubbage. they waved us in with smiles as our out of town asses timidly asked if bands were playing. "yeah, uhhh, bands play here."... "are bands playing tonight?"... "yeah, bands are playing tonight." we fer real thought these kids were fucking with us. but they welcomed us with ice cold cans of Beast ICE, squirrel shaped cookies and mystery vegan jawns. it was a birthday party for this girl that lived there named Katrina. friends brought presents including beer and pizza, me and joe show up with two twisties of the dankest. she and her roomates were some of the nicest kids i've ever met, they blaze tree and put on shows at their home which they call Big Rock Candy Mountain. it's an old soap factory converted into a loft/living space. the floor had a huge hole in it where a gigantic vat used to be. bands rocked the fuck out that night in the basement below the hole. we were bummed that OCDJ bailed on the gig, but fuck it! i was stoked to see Future Islands and Tron Valdez. the Celebs killed it, contrary to joe giving them only half a thumb's up. hater. tiff and her friend evidently live blocks away and joined us for some psychedelic future shock dance action. those girls are silly as shit.

*i gots photos to post, but blogger.com is actin a foo right now, fuck 'em. soon to be updated.

with a little hate from my friends

2007-11-05T23:19:00.000-05:00

(dan deacon, tron valdez -baltimore 11/3/07 imagery by D.P.)

i can't believe how fuckin pissed Alex was that night. it's one thing to hate someone's music, but don't hate on your friends for liking hateful music.
note to self: never invite Alex to a show which may involve electronic music. he will kick you while you're dancing, yell at ethnic cabbies, and be an absolute bonerkill.
despite the prevailing circumstances, me and d-dizzle maintained smiles while we grubbed on Nacho Mama's, crushed Natty Bohs, and geeked out to candy crunk punk shits. i gotta say it was a good day.

humpday in da illadel...possibly? maybe?

i know it's been a while. here's catching up...

nick catchdubs-waledance
future Islands-seize a shark
ocdj-please stop the hustle pt. 1
yeah yeah yeah's-Y control(the faint remix)
the death set-impossible(dan deacon remix)
timbaland-the way i are(haydn haydn remix)
you say party! we say die!-monster(RAC remix)
kanye west-flashing lights(mano uptempo remix)
twista + pharrell vs. escort-give it up(hoff's smoove remix)
the beastie boys-girls(DLake's baltimore boys & girls club remix)

too fancy to dance, too cute to puke

2007-09-15T12:40:00.000-04:00

(the Muslims, Mika Miko, Terry's stoked @ the Smell 9/01/07)

fuck yeah! seen Mika Miko twice in the last 2 months! whatchu know bout Mika Miko!? i even love saying it... MIKA fucking MIKO!!! fuck yeah! by the blessings of tiny infant figure skating baby jesus, i'll witness the pony thrashing again in mid october. maybe i'll post em a comment to thank em for coming back to the East Coast. i totally dork out for these girls. their homecoming show at the Smell was bananas. the A.M. opened, the Muslims ruled-straight killed it. but the girls?... owned and annihilated that shit. the pit was waaay too brutal for these old bones though... sweaty, violent, stank ass arm pit, smash to the front kinda shit, not so much dancing...fuck the pit.

danceable downloadables:
the Muslims-brightside
the Muslims-right and wrong

keep on dancin...

good news for boo boo bums...

2007-09-12T21:19:00.000-04:00

by the blessings of tuxedo t-shirt wearing tiny jesus, meatball's lip tumor was completely excised and found to be benign. jyeah, cant fuck wit da meatball monster! maybe now his friends will stop calling him "sir lumps a lot", and i'll stop calling him "lumplebums". he's had a rough last few weeks, with me being on vacation and then the operation the day after i got home. i've been worried sick about him... he wouldnt eat and lost like, 5 lbs?, in the week that I was gone. apparently he was bummin hard enough that he piss puddled on d-dogg and analram's clothes. he's been over that hateful shit for well over a year now! a vindictive relapse? damn meatball you's a hater! right now hes using a pair of my boxers as a pillow, fucking wierdo.
i love you to pieces.

love song: Atom and His Package-Meatball
bonus live love: Atom and His Package-Meatball(live! whoa! fast!)

DJ KlosFace Killah made him a hyphy as fuck, dance dance booty pants, "get well soon" crunk funk mix that's sure to shut the game down!
this was the intro track: Kennel Productions presents "?"-track 1

good times having good times

2007-09-07T14:41:00.000-04:00

(San Diego Zoo 8-31-07)

zoo day was crazy hot, most animals stayed away from the cameras to keep cool in the shade. koalas didnt give a fuck and were obviously my favorite. how fucking adorable is that nutsack! too bad the punk ass tiger on exhibition wasnt feelin it that day and you could only catch glimpses of his tail. whatever... on a positive note i ate a 10 dollar 2/3 lb. bacon cheesy super zooburger. shit was way bangin.
uhhhh, unrelated to zoo fest, the Amigo Spot restaurant in our hotel served the best beef/chicken combo Chimichanga east of the LA river. shit was mucho bangin' tambien! the rest of San Diego was spent at Mission Bay watching the sun set and smelling the shore funk. ahhhhh...

zoo fest 07 soundtrack sampler:
The Flaming Lips-Christmas at the Zoo
Simon & Garfunkel-At the Zoo
The Animals-Good times

bonus monkeys:
Arctic Monkeys-Diamonds Are Forever(live)

mickey mouse is dead, got kicked in the head

2007-09-04T21:25:00.000-04:00

(Downtizzle Disnizzle-Anaheim, CA 8-27-07)

first stretch of the holiday was spent in Garden Grove/Little Saigon/Disney Anaheim/Stanton/Huntington Beach area, straight illin'... 4 variations of pho were enjoyed, wahoo's spicy fish tacos* were wolfed down, sample legos were stacked and excessive heat warnings were ignored; "we's tropical people".
oh, and the best fucking peaches and cream cheese stuffed french toast EVER!
do work son!

mpthrizzle: Subhumans-Mickey Mouse is...keepin it streets

*Nolen from Double Dagger used to reference fish tacos in socially conscious post-pop-whatever ish...well, maybe not fish tacos: Materials-Party Taco

whistle whistle whistle woo blah blah blah

2007-09-01T00:25:00.000-04:00

shhhhhhh, its a secret! free PB & J in philly. fuck, i get back from the west coast real fuckin early that morning and i'll probably spend the rest of the day secretly smoking weed and secretly being gay with meatball...so, for those of you willing to secretly stand in the alley next to the First Unitarian Church for hours in order to get a secret entry wristband, let me know how much the secret crowd fucking sucked. fer real, you need to go to the First Unitarian Church before noon to maximize secret scene points, doors at 8:30.
do it secret scenesters!

in case you're not sick of the whistling yet...
Kanye West: blesses that beat
uhhhh: Shugo Tokumaru covers it
bluegrass that ass: Dawn Landes covers it (my fav)
finally: Diplo never sleeps on young folks pussy

i need a holiday

2007-08-24T20:25:00.000-04:00

i'm going going, back back, to cali cali. the last time i was there to see terry was fucking epic. we ate pho 3000, i snapped ill street flicks, geeked out to Arcade Fire at the Greek theatre, and caught these two bums slippin...the first pic above was taken in Santa Monica. i wanted to take a picture of vast ocean but was distracted by these two homeless dudes smoking a bowl. they fer real did not give a fuck. later, 4 stupid ass bike cops cruised by and homeboy keeps on burnin'. "fuuck it!"

c'mon motherfucker: Big Poppa vs. Blue Eyes a la Dj Cappel & Smitty

"any style you can fake we can cop better"

2007-08-23T21:00:00.000-04:00

(Against Me! imagery courtesy of NO Idea Records)

my brother sent me an email telling me that motherfucking Ben Lee covered Against Me!'s new album "New Wave". I was fucking stoked. after listening to Ben's versions, I was reminded of why I love Against Me! so much. Ben's kind of a pussy.

meh...Ben Lee-sings Against Me! New Wave

Against Me! keeps it O.G....

cant get you out of my head...

2007-08-21T19:31:00.000-04:00

(Mika Miko 8.17.07 imagery thanks to shomithemess)

i'm hoping that this motherfucking, all consuming, mind fuck, crippling crush that I have on these motherfucking girls will relent so that I can use my computer for more constructive things; like streaming free porn.

a love song: the Flaming Lips-Can't Get...(KEXP version{live})

punk funk pony fuck

2007-08-20T20:48:00.000-04:00

holy fucking shit. those LA chicks are some charming motherfuckers. absolutely going off to some dance dance sweaty pants punk funk pony thrashing disco death rock shit. it's been a while since i've rolled solo to an all ages show and danced like no one was watching...shit. motherfucking DeathSet looked louder than they sounded, an energetic Double Dagger set was cut in half by motherfucking po-po intimidation, fuck!...rainy drive home, barely sleep, late for work this morning, worst case of "the Mondays". luckily, daydreams of Mika Miko's rhythm section helped me maintain. :)

image courtesy of mySPACE

(Double Dagger, DeathSet 7.21.07 imagery thanks to Josh Sisk)

just cant get enough...

motherfucking mp3: the DeathSet-bombshell (live@Whartscape 07)

"more cameras than instruments on stage"

2007-08-19T13:05:00.000-04:00

weeks ago, Double Dagger blew the fucking roof off the Floristree at Whartscape 07. Analram, D-dizzle and myself endured sweaty art punk scenester kids on a beautiful Bmore evening only to leave before Dan Deacon and Spankrock played their sets. oh well, the DeathSet slayed and Double Dagger was unrivaled. Tonight at Floristree, they play again with Mika Miko, punk fucking rock. looks like i'll cruise to Bmore on the solo tip since my homies be actin too cool for school. whatevs. this is what they'll miss out on...

listen: Double Dagger-Luxury Condos For the Poor

Me Against New Wave!

2007-08-17T23:59:00.000-04:00

joebonics gripped one of these bitches for just a fistful of hundos. jyeah!
he brought it over and we did our homework on it while we switched up on the 1200s. jyeah!
we agreed the manual was mad boring, so we cheefed headies, kicked dope beats, and talked shit on our friends. jyeah!
i gave him a mix CD, this was the first track.

smoke and enjoy: Squarepusher-A Journey to Reedham(7AM Mix)
peep MySPACE

extra noodles extra meats

2007-08-16T23:32:00.000-04:00

by the time I finished dinner tonight, over 635 million people have eaten more than 25 billion pounds of calf brains, lamb tongue and pig scrotum since 1986. drop knowledge like bush drops bombs yo. do you have any obscure stats that are impossible to validate? post a fucking comment! most absurd wins a secret prize. just include yer email and social security number.
i got you.

McFatty MP3: Terror Fat Mouse vs. Joe Modest Squad