2. So glad I finally got the chance to see Watain recently.

    So glad I finally got the chance to see Watain recently.

  4. [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

    Here is an old track I recorded from the glory days mentioned in my previous post. I hope you like it.

  5. When I was sixteen years old, I grew tired of playing the same tired metalcore that I had been playing with my then-current band for years. I wanted something more extreme, but living in the country with little-to-no access to skilled drummers meant my desire to spread my wings was dead in the water. Then my girlfriend showed me an Agoraphobic Nosebleed song—“Kill Theme for American Apeshit” from Frozen Corpse Stuffed With Dope—and it changed my life. It truly did. My young mind had never been exposed to anything so extreme, and I loved every second of it. This in itself would’ve been enough to alter my journey’s course. But the more important facet of this experience was the realization that if ANb used a drum machine, well… I could too. Not having a drummer to jam with was no longer an issue. I was completely free to create anything my mind could come up with. I was ecstatic. I began writing grindcore songs immediately, and soon thereafter recorded a primitive demo in my bedroom. After passing this demo around to friends in the nascent Oklahoma extreme music scene (where I lived at the time), I received offers to book shows. Being a solo artist made for some very… different shows. When I took the stage with nothing more than a guitar and a Walkman with my drum tracks in it, no one knew what to expect. I’d like to think I won a lot of people over, but I also annoyed the shit out of plenty of folks. I recall one show (opening for a Christian metalcore band, ha!) in which the entire front row turned their backs on me for the duration of my set. Good times. There are many stories to tell from those years, and I’m sure I’ll write them all down eventually. But I digress. I’ve been doing this grindcore shit for ten years now. I’m finally recording the album that’s been gestating in my head and in various demos for the past few years while I sorted my life out. It feels incredibly cathartic to commit these songs to tape. Over the years thrash and death metal have wormed their way into the style of songs that I write, but I’ll always be a grindfreak. And none of that would’ve been possible without the inspiration I gained from Agoraphobic Nosebleed.

    When I was sixteen years old, I grew tired of playing the same tired metalcore that I had been playing with my then-current band for years. I wanted something more extreme, but living in the country with little-to-no access to skilled drummers meant my desire to spread my wings was dead in the water.

    Then my girlfriend showed me an Agoraphobic Nosebleed song—“Kill Theme for American Apeshit” from Frozen Corpse Stuffed With Dope—and it changed my life. It truly did.

    My young mind had never been exposed to anything so extreme, and I loved every second of it. This in itself would’ve been enough to alter my journey’s course. But the more important facet of this experience was the realization that if ANb used a drum machine, well… I could too. Not having a drummer to jam with was no longer an issue. I was completely free to create anything my mind could come up with. I was ecstatic.

    I began writing grindcore songs immediately, and soon thereafter recorded a primitive demo in my bedroom. After passing this demo around to friends in the nascent Oklahoma extreme music scene (where I lived at the time), I received offers to book shows. Being a solo artist made for some very… different shows. When I took the stage with nothing more than a guitar and a Walkman with my drum tracks in it, no one knew what to expect. I’d like to think I won a lot of people over, but I also annoyed the shit out of plenty of folks. I recall one show (opening for a Christian metalcore band, ha!) in which the entire front row turned their backs on me for the duration of my set. Good times.

    There are many stories to tell from those years, and I’m sure I’ll write them all down eventually. But I digress. I’ve been doing this grindcore shit for ten years now. I’m finally recording the album that’s been gestating in my head and in various demos for the past few years while I sorted my life out. It feels incredibly cathartic to commit these songs to tape. Over the years thrash and death metal have wormed their way into the style of songs that I write, but I’ll always be a grindfreak.

    And none of that would’ve been possible without the inspiration I gained from Agoraphobic Nosebleed.

  7. “Modern metal… I don’t give a fuck. I was raised on rock!”

    “Modern metal… I don’t give a fuck. I was raised on rock!”

  9. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING? LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

    — Prodigy

    (Source: nahright.com)

  10. Truer words…

    Truer words…

    (Source: downeastandout)

  11. “You are witnessing a front three-quarter view of two adults sharing a tender moment… take another look, sonny, it’s gonna happen again!“

    “You are witnessing a front three-quarter view of two adults sharing a tender moment… take another look, sonny, it’s gonna happen again!“

  13. Oh Coop! About the uniform… replacing the quiet elegance of a dark suit and tie with the casual indifference of these muted earthtones is a form of fashion suicide, but call me crazy—on you it works.

    — Albert Rosenfield

  14. Taken with Instagram at Deluxe Junk in Fremont.

    Taken with Instagram at Deluxe Junk in Fremont.

  15. Tweed in the city. Taken with Instagram.

    Tweed in the city.

    Taken with Instagram.