Category: Bands & Music

  • DJ Stepz

    DJ Stepz

    I was only vaguely aware of the rave scene in the late 90’s.

    I knew it involved secret parties in abandoned or unused warehouse spaces, basements, and condemned buildings. Invitations were spread via word of mouth on the day of the event, and by that evening a crowd converged to rig lights, steal electricity, and cart in amps and consoles for DJs who would play electronic dance/trance music into the morning hours, so long as the cops didn’t find them.

    These clandestine events were heavily associated with club drugs like ecstasy, dancers wearing and using pacifiers (to assuage the need to bite, often experienced by ecstasy users), and lots of black lights and glow sticks. Raves got a fair amount of bad press for good reasons.

    The music seemed to have arisen out of the disco, new wave, and punk rock roots of the 80s — Depeche Mode, Kraftwerk, and The Human League, for example. But the sounds were evolving toward pure electronic mixes — think Daft Punk now — designed exclusively for dancing, rather than singing.

    And while all of that may have helped give rise to the electronic dance music trends and DJ stars (like Moby) of this decade, raves have most definitely changed.

    EDM has fractured into a wealth of interesting styles: Techno, House, Trance, Electro, Hardstyle, and Dubstep, just to name a few. The electronic technology has exploded, and sometimes the draw is just to be able to watch the DJ stitch together a dance mix on the fly in the club.

    There are of course monster concerts, with artists like Deadmaus (video below) who rule the arena circuit, playing from behind tables filled with mixers, computer monitors, and hundreds of cables.

    But EDM parties and raves have also become smaller, more intimate, and frequently connected to a favorite local DJ who is creating custom mixes both in advance and on the fly during parties. There are lots of venues that cater to the under-21 crowd, and are both drug- and alcohol-free.

    Here in NC, I’ve been increasingly aware of the EDM movement because my oldest son — whom I call The First — is making his name known as DJ Stepz.

    DJ Stepz getting ready for his gig at the Brewery

    He’s 16 years old, and he’s a dubstep DJ. He spends lots money from his summer job on tech, and hours up in his room building mixes and posting them to Soundcloud or Beatport, and linking them to his Facebook page for others to enjoy and remix.

    He’s had several gigs now, and has started putting together shows with other bands and DJs.

    It started because he naturally gravitated toward the job of creating the playlists and running sound for the Friday night youth group events at our church, but he quickly realized he could do more than just build playlists for parties.

    He downloaded some free remixing software, and taught himself to create mixes even before he had a controller. After some careful research, he invested in a Numark Mixtrack and posted his first mixes online. He started hitting up his dad and other musician friends (techhounds, all) for cables, amps, lights, speakers, and other equipment, and pretty soon he had a basic setup.

    He played the International Festival at his school, then played a set at The Brewery with some other DJ friends. Most recently he helped create and run a six-band/artist event (he had a set, of course) called Project Noize, which was probably the best-attended show he’s done so far.

    Stepz working the crowd at the Brewery

    Each time he agonizes over the mistakes and relentlessly makes plans for a bigger, better show next time. During his set at Project Noize, his power went out twice, not because of a breaker overload, but because of the configuration of his equipment (a not infrequent issue with EDM in general). He tracked down the problems, fixed them, and finished his set. I doubt he’ll have a similar problem next time.

    When I asked him what the most annoying thing about performing was, he was quick to tell me about carting gear, arranging power, and configuring the sound system. But his friends and fans build him up, he says. He likes it when they enjoy his sets. He also loves meeting other local and semi-local DJs at places like Southland Ballroom and Lincoln Theatre. (That’s me, btw, on the bottom right of the front page of the Lincoln Theatre website — weird seeing it every time I click over.)

    But more than anything, he likes it when someone hears his mixes and comes up to him to tell him that they would like to DJ, too. “And I try to tell them some of the things I wish I had known,” he says.

    Give it up for DJ Stepz! Go give him a “like” on his Facebook page. He’s an incredible guy.

    I could probably get you his autograph.

    Stepz at Project Noize
  • Fight Walk-In Rock Playlist

    Fight Walk-In Rock Playlist

    During my second fight I had really wanted some calm, soothing music to keep my heart rate under control during the long hours of waiting before I actually entered the arena to get in ring. That playlist was called “The Unexpected Bell” (since I didn’t know I was going to fight until the day of) and it worked, completely and totally.

    So naturally as I prepped for fight number three I created a similar, calm and quiet — even inspiring! — playlist. Since I was fighting in Atlanta, I called the list “Coollanta” and I filled it with Paul Simon, Manhattan Transfer, Luciano Pavarotti, and the like.

    As it turned out, the Coollanta playlist was a complete flop. I didn’t want “calm” at all. I wanted hype.

    So when I returned, I made the list I wished I’d had, and it includes my walk in music for that fight, which was Mötley Crüe’s “Kickstart My Heart” (I love you Nikki Sixx!). This still isn’t the playlist I really want it to be, but I have time before my next fight, which is slated for August 2011, to refine.

    Meanwhile, here’s some of the list in its early form. I call it “Walk In Rock.” These are actually in order of how many times I’ve played them on my Shuffle. I’ve kept it well-known old school, but I may make a back-up list with more deep cuts from the 80s. Stuff like King Kobra and W.A.S.P. and Kix.

    If you have some great hair metal to suggest, please tell me in the comments so I can get this bad girl hot and blistering before the next fight. Otherwise, enjoy. Fight update coming soon.

    Walk In Rock

    Back In Black, AC/DC
    Heavy Metal, Sammy Hagar
    Rock You Like a Hurricane, Scorpions
    Down on Me, Jackyl
    Turn Me Loose, Loverboy
    Crazy Train, Ozzy Osbourne
    Coming of Age, Damn Yankees
    Tie Your Mother Down, Queen
    Sweet Emotion, Aerosmith
    Youth Gone Wild, Skid Row
    You Shook Me All Night Long, AC/DC
    Walk this Way, Aerosmith
    Unskinny Bop, Poison
    Paradise City, Guns N’ Roses
    Nothing But A Good Time, Poison
    Love In An Elevator, Aerosmith
    Living After Midnight, Judas Priest
    Once Bitten Twice Shy, Great White
    Bang Your Head, Quiet Riot
    Bad Medicine, Bon Jovi
    Sweet Child O’ Mine, Guns N’ Roses
    Lick It Up, Kiss
    Kickstart My Heart, Mötley Crüe
    Fly By Night, Rush
    Super Freak, Rick James
    Celebrity Skin, Hole
    Rockin’ Into the Night, .38 Special
    Boom, P.O.D.
    Breadfan, Metallica
    Primal Scream, Mötley Crüe
    Shout at the Devil, Mötley Crüe
    Dr Feelgood, Mötley Crüe
    Over Now, Alice In Chains
    Again, Alice In Chains
    Take It Off, The Donnas
    You Wanna Get Me High, The Donnas
    Immigrant Song, Led Zeppelin
    Crazy Train, Ozzy Osbourne
    Iron Man, Ozzy Osbourne
    Don’t Stop Me Now, Queen
    Hell Yeah, Rev Theory
    Dragula, Rob Zombie
    Spookshow Baby, Rob Zombie
    Light Up, Styx

  • Mosh Pits and Group Hugs: The Ichthus 2011 Report

    Mosh Pits and Group Hugs: The Ichthus 2011 Report

    The First, age 16, just returned from the Ichthus Music Festival in Wilmore, KY.

    Over a hundred bands on more than seven stages, four days running. Approximately one bajillion crazy spectators, mostly unwashed (they do have cold showers there, and there was a trailer where you could pay $3 for a hot shower, but the First did not elect to spend his cash this way, preferring instead to tough it out and get hosed down regularly in the mosh pit; more on that later).

    Having decided to drive home in the middle of the night in order to beat thunderstorms (which relegated all festival-goers to their vans as a result of concert-wide ruling) and the end-of-Ichthus crush to leave, he and his group of friends arrived back at our church near-zombified, but happy.

    He grabbed his gear and slid into the backseat of my car with one of his brothers and sighed happily. “There’s so much room in here,” he commented, stretching out in my little compact. He made the trip up to KY in the back of a 15-passenger van loaded with 15 passengers and their luggage, and rode back in the cab of a small pick-up truck with three passengers (luggage piled in the flatbed).

    They all became quite close.

    I waited interestedly to see if the urgent need for sleep would win out over the desire to give the first festival report.

    “There were some incredible bands,” he summarized, reeling off the names of a dozen or more. “And the mosh action was phenomenal.”

    Ahh, the mosh pits.

    Two years ago I introduced the First and the Ice to mosh pits at Crüefest, their first major concert festival, telling them well in advance to keep away from the front of the stage, and carefully and repeatedly explaining what they should do if they found themselves caught up in a spontanteous mosh.

    I had worried about it so much, and then I was the one who got caught in one up at the Rev Theory stage. Fortunately, only my sunglasses got broken before I could get out.

    I was pleased to learn that moshing may have been somewhat institutionalized since then. Apparently at Ichthus, there are not only rules — you have to have pit hair to get in the pit (clever! disgusting!) — there were also clearly designated areas for moshing. There were also people keeping the area and the moshers hosed down. The First said that was because the lots were gravel, and the hoses were to keep down the dust. But it also cooled off the moshers quite nicely. Probably washed off any blood as well, hah.

    But most notably, the mosh pits had lifeguards! Burly dudes in orange bandannas, who were the first to snatch up people who fell and who also stood as a living barrier between the crown and the moshers.

    This I found truly heartening, no joke.

    I grew up in the era when moshing was invented, and you could get seriously injured in a mosh pit at at Bad Brains or Black Flag concert.

    By the way, I highly recommend the documentary American Hardcore for footage of the early punk rock scene — you can watch the entire film online for free at this link and here’s the trailer, also embedded below, which will give you a good idea of what I mean. The footage that starts about 57 seconds in is forever etched on my brain, and I have always been exceedingly cautious at concerts because of this sort of thing happening during my early concert-going years.

    So while my son related his various experiences in the mosh pits at the hardcore stage, I was incredibly grateful to hear him casually mentioning how well-monitored the pits were, and how, err, safe. Even when the bands themselves screamed for a Wall of Death (here’s a link where you can see the Wall of Death) the kids seemed to all take care of each other.

    I mean, as much as you can “take care” in a mad rush to slam yourself bodily against an oncoming tide of humanity.

    But here’s the interesting thing.

    He mentioned something I’d never heard of before: pre-moshing group hugs. Apparently there was a guy who regularly helped initiate the moshing, and the First said that sometimes, when the pits were full but not yet moving, this guy would gesture wildly to get everyone’s attention, and then throw himself madly at his fellow moshers in a ferocious hug.

    And as if by some predetermined agreement, an all-out, near violent (but nonetheless well-meant!) mass-moshpit hug would occur. In my mind it looks something like the exuberant dogpile you sometimes see in football and other sports, immediately after the team has pulled off an incredible win.

    And after the hug, full-scale moshing.

    I have no idea whether this was something unique to Ichthus (which is technically a Christian music festival) and/or this particular dude, or whether it’s a trend in hardcore mosh pits these days.

    Either way, I kind of like the idea, don’t you?

    Image by Rich Copley, posted on Copius Notes.

  • Appetite for Destruction Slays It at the Pour House

    Appetite for Destruction Slays It at the Pour House

    One of my dedicated rock aficianado friends was going to see The Cult play live in Austin in 1989, and he remembers there was “some group of hosers called Guns ‘n Roses” as the opening band. He and his friends had never heard of them and jokingly referred to them as “Guns ‘n Posers” as they stopped by a bar on the way to the concert to “wait out” the opening act over a few drinks.

    So neither of us have ever seen Axl, Slash, and the Guns ‘n Roses crew live, but I’ll bet you he has sincerely regretted those beers ever since.

    (There’s actually quite a bit more to the story, including the fact that after the concert, the Cult came out to the club where he and his friends had gone to catch another buddy’s final set, and there was much impromptu playing and brushes with fame. You’ll have to beg SB to tell you the whole story.)

    This week, though, I finally got to see the group that has been hailed as the best GnR tribute band ever. Appetite for Destruction lit up the stage at the Pour House in Raleigh, playing a single, incandescent power rock set for a benefit show.

    These people are off the chain.

    Chad Atkins — aka Not Quite Axl — rocks the sexy kilt and long red hair — he looks even better than the early 90’s era Axl in my opinion. And anyone singing these songs has to have an incredible voice and a good bit of range. Atkins signs, seals, and delivers on every vocal promise Axl ever thought of, and some he didn’t.

    Mike Eddington’s Not Quite Slash delivers the iconic waterfall of black curls and screaming guitar with completely understated rockstar cool. This Slash was unable to smoke while playing; you can’t smoke in bars anymore in NC and as far as I’m aware even President Obama, Cousin Itt and the Buddha would be required to comply. (Don’t you think of Cousin Itt when you see Slash?)

    As it turned out, I ended up bumping into Chris Clark — whom I never would have pegged for Izzy Stradlin until I saw him on stage in full get-up — ahead of the show. That may be partly because offstage, his hair was bright blue. I was trying to find out when Appetite would go on and I asked him if he knew (!). He did. (And later he had on a black wig over the blue hair.) With a ready smile, skinny black Joey Ramone jeans, and a low-slung belt covered with metal studs, Chris delivered plenty of Izzy onstage, including outstanding backup vocals. In fact, he was so convincing I was tempted to wonder if he was a songwriter, too.

    Mike Ropelewski took on the role of GnR’s chronically troubled drummer Steve Adler, and he powered through the entire set with gleaming biceps (oh, the picture, ladies), big grins, and all the showdog flourishes.

    Normally I’m all about the bass player but in this particular case I was taking in the show from an odd location in the house and never did really get to see Brokeback Bucky delivering bassline as GnR’s Duff McKagan. He may have been tucked away at the far edge of the stage where I couldn’t see him, but I do know that the sound was solid and the bass and drums together were slamming up through the floorboards in a highly satisfactory manner.

    AFD opened with “It’s So Easy” and barreled full force through raging favorites like “Night Train,” “Rocket Queen,” and “Civil War.” And Thank the Good Baby Jesus they did NOT play “Sweet Child O Mine.” I am so tired of hearing that done by cover bands I’m well and sick of it. (I heard Slash hated that song too.). They did “You’re Crazy,” and Paul McCartney’s “Live and Let Die,” complete with snarky Axl intro. And yes, they played “Welcome to the Jungle” since it’s a cosmic law they have to play that or a unicorn dies.

    One of the best moments of the show for me was well after the band had relaxed into the flow and Chad was periodically coming out of character to give us a few brief but hilarious commentaries on Axl, mid song. During “Patience” — which is a great song and a great joke (as if Axl were known for his patience) we were treated to

    Chad as Axl, crooning:

    Sit here on the stairs
    ‘Cause I’d rather be alone
    If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear…

    Chad as Chad:

    He was just so full of shit.

    And Chad goes right on with the next lyric, as if nothing had ever happened. I nearly sprayed my beer.

    My only complaint was that the crowd was a bit psycho. You know the standard drunk people who crowd the stage, wanting to stroke the bass frets, or sing into the mic, or (my biggest pet peeve) shout personal requests into the ear of the lead singer, while they’re trying to sing.

    We had that, but we also had one dude at the front constantly trying to hand tabs to the band while they were playing. Chad and Chris repeatedly shook him off, but the guy would not take no for an answer, he wanted to put the tab in their mouth, it was endless. I really wished a bouncer had booted him and his obnoxious buddy out.

    I admit to some curiosity about how Appetite For Destruction would choose to end the set, and I would have laid money on “Paradise City,” but instead they ended with “My Michelle,” an outstanding choice that had the crowd in paroxysms of drunken, delirious joy.

    Appetite for Destruction has been burning it up like this for 10 years now, and I’ve heard at least one (completely unsubstantiated) rumor that they may quit doing the show after this year. According to their website, they average 200 shows and 60,000 miles a year, and that’s bound to take a toll.

    I do know that they are scheduled to play the Lincoln Theatre in August (I’ll see you there in June for Shoot to Thrill) and if you don’t get your ticket I’ll be forced to unfriend you on Facebook, loser. These guys have one of the greatest shows in the Triangle — in the state! — and you’re crazy to miss any opportunity to rock with them.

    Top image by jeffzika on Flickr; the others are from AFDs Facebook: go friend ’em!

  • Hair Metal Playlist for Running and Roping

    Hair Metal Playlist for Running and Roping

    Warning: rambling post filled with (clearly labeled!) tangents ahead. Feel free to skip to the bottom for the playlist.

    It was about 90 degrees outside but the sun was dropping when I headed out for a run. I’m not yet acclimatized to summer heat workouts, although I have no choice but to get there eventually.

    I was just about to drop onto a 2 mile circuit when a man ran past me, looking like he was on a ten-minute per mile pace, which is where I was feeling I would be running. He was there first, so I watched him cruise past. I’m a bit anal about pace suckers running right behind or in front of me, so I cranked up my Shuffle and stretched until I was pretty sure I’d given him at least a quarter-mile lead.

    Tangent #1: The pan-galactic rule is, if they are there before you are and they are running on your pace, give them room. Don’t be a leech. I don’t care what planet you’re from, there’s no excuse. (And I think I’m not the only one who feels this way.)

    Fortunately, I wasn’t in a hurry.

    I just needed a little baby 20 minute run and 20 teeny minutes on the jump rope, since it was my “off” day.

    Tangent #2, or why I call this an “off” day. Boxing-specific training is sometimes so hard on my body that I can’t always do it two or three days in a row. I’m at a new gym and working my way up to a Mon-Tue-Thur (plus Sundays training with Jay) boxing-specific schedule, which is ambitious simply because of that three-day marathon at the beginning of the week. So far I’ve had to skip the Tuesdays. On off days I run and jump rope and do other stuff. I do actually take at least one or two off-off days each week. Was that clear at all? Let’s just keep digging, shall we?

    Tangent #3: Sometimes I use the language of “non-boxing-specific” to designate “off” days. But that sounds a bit awkward, don’t you think? Maybe I’m just linguistically lazy. I do flip flop on it, because I also think it sounds painfully pretentious to be working out on an “off” day.

    Feh. Whatever.

    I was telling you about my off day, during which I run, rope, and sometimes do hurdles (I don’t do those 2 days in a row, either).

    (Here I’m powerfully resisting an entire fresh tangent on my hurdles. You’re welcome.)

    Once my path was cleared of people on my same pace, I dropped on and the first mile felt pretty fast, especially considering the heat. In fact, I was chagrined to catch up to the man on my pace, but fortunately he finished his run just as I passed him on the trail. I may have been doing 9.5 minute miles; I know they felt easy.

    It was the rope that was hard.

    I was already stripped down to a sports bra and shorts, and I was sweating so much the foam padding on the jump rope handles was soaked and kept slipping out of my hands. There was a perfect circle of sweat droplets around me on the picnic shelter’s cement floor. I was in the shade, thankfully, but I could feel myself riding the edge of overheating.

    I took 4 or 5 fifteen-second breaks to sip and spit water (if you swallow it, you end up jumping rope and sloshing, which is uncomfortable — woo, narrowly avoided a Tangent there.), but I was careful and never got that eerie, suddenly chilled feeling that indicates onset of real problems.

    And as I was reflecting on the reasons I ran so fast and worked so hard to make it through my simple, short “off” day workout, I decided it wasn’t the heat that was the determining factor.

    IT WAS ALL THE FAULT OF HAIR METAL.

    It’s crazy how much music controls my pace! I think this playlist was part of why I had such a fast run, and also why my rope session was way too fast and difficult — hair metal rocks! So I am putting a few more low-bpm power ballads in the mix next time. Every Rose Has It’s Thorn or something.

    Tangent #4: I just downloaded an app called beaTunes that will catalog my music collection and tell me the acutal beats per minute on all my songs. (Strangely, iTunes doesn’t do this automagically. But don’t even get me started on an iTunes Tangent, because I have a whole series of those and they’re better termed Rants.) The app hasn’t had time to work yet, so you don’t get the playlist ordered by bpm, so if you go for a run and rope in the heat on your off day, you’re on your own.

    Oh, and I gotta give credit — or possibly blame — to Jay, with whom I regularly exchange hair metal playlists. He’s the one responsible for a chunk of these songs.

    Actually I only want to say very nice things about Jay, on account of his vicious hooks.

    Anyway, hair metal is accustomed to taking the blame for all sorts of ills. One more won’t matter. I hereby dub this playlist:

    Overheated

    1. Welcome to the Jungle / GNR
    2. Ready to Strike / King Kobra
    3. Big Guns / Skid Row
    4. Hellion / W.A.S.P.
    5. Blind Faith / Scorpions
    6. Slide it In / Whitesnake
    7. Bang Go the Bells / Babylon A.D.
    8. Heartbreak Station / Cinderella
    9. Rocket Queen / GNR
    10. Hunger / King Kobra
    11. Wait / White Lion
    12. Cold Blood / Kix
    13. Electric Gypsy / L.A. Guns
    14. Heaven / Warrant
    15. Back for More / Ratt
    16. Unchained / Van Halen
    17. Knock ‘Em Dead, Kid / Motley Crue
    18. Hang Tough / Tesla
    19. Wild Child / W.A.S.P.

    Okay, final tangent, #5, not that you’re keeping track: I realize there are absolutely no Megadeth songs on here, and yet I’ve posted a picture of Dave Mustaine. It’s that incredible hair!!

    Long live hair metal, and the hair that goes with it. Tell me your fave Megadeth songs and I’ll cue ’em up for the next playlist!

    Image by ghoulmann on Flickr.

  • Pre-Fight Playlist

    Pre-Fight Playlist

    This playlist has a very different mood than the one I made for the Atlanta fight (which I need to post, I know). That one was all revved up and rocking, where for the last-minute exhibition fight with Bonnie I wanted to be calm and unruffled. So I gathered up some of my smoothest grooves and old favorites — the songs that always make me feel good and promise me everything will be okay.

    It looks like a pretty bizarre mix, maybe, but every song on there is better than macaroni and cheese with extra cheese. Sheer comfort food for the heart.

    I call this playlist The Unexpected Bell.

    1. Ace in the Hole / Paul Simon
    2. The Ballad of Curtis Loew / Lynyrd Skynyrd
    3. Birdland / The Manhattan Transfer
    4. Don’t Stop Me Now / Queen
    5. Dream On / Aerosmith
    6. Feel Like Making Love / Bad Company
    7. First Day of My Life / Bright Eyes
    8. Float On / Modest Mouse
    9. Four Brothers / Manhattan Transfer
    10. Girl / Destiny’s Child
    11. Girlshapedlovedrug / Gomez
    12. How the Heart Approaches What it Yearns / Paul Simon
    13. I Can’t Get No Satisfaction / The Rolling Stones
    14. I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight / Bob Dylan
    15. I’mma Shine / YoungBloodZ
    16. It’s Your Thing  / The Isley Brothers
    17. Late in the Evening / Paul Simon
    18. Life is a Highway / Tom Cochrane
    19. Only One / Jeremy Kay
    20. Rock You Hard This Christmas / The Dan Band
    21. Sail On / Commodores
    22. Stuck Inside of Mobile / Bob Dylan
    23. Turn the Page / Metallica

    Image by Celine Nadeau

  • Boxing Playlist

    Boxing Playlist

    I’ve been listening to this one for a long time now. The First made it for me a while back and I slapped it on my Shuffle and BOOM got smacked down by the sound. There’s not much traditional about it (well, Metallica’s Breadfan does make an appearance) but it will definitely get you through your workout.

    Incidentally, the ones with the highest playcount on my Shuffle are Guarded, by Disturbed, and BYOB, by System of a Down. Something’s clearly wrong with me.

    Crank it up, people.

    1. Operation Ground and Pound, Dragonforce
    2. Indestructible, Disturbed
    3. Guarded, Disturbed
    4. Fading Away, Demon Hunter
    5. Duality, Slipknot
    6. Don’t Stay, Linkin Park
    7. Dark Chest of Wonders, Nightwish
    8. Coming Undone, Korn
    9. Breadfan, Metallica
    10. BYOB, System of a Down
    11. Avarice, Disturbed
    12. Pulse of the Maggots, Slipknot
    13. Through Fire and Flames, Dragonforce
    14. Thorns, Demon Hunter
    15. Side of a Bullet, Nickelback
    16. Rawkfist, Thousand Foot Krutch

    Image by Charlie Cravero

  • Power Ballad Love Song Playlist

    Power Ballad Love Song Playlist

    My cool friend @renewabelle has had some interesting jobs. She did a (paid!) stint as a chainsaw-wielding maniac, has some bartending and comedy in her history, and she did a little bit of basement radio station DJ-ing at one point as well. I put together this playlist from one of her audio tracks from those days.

    The list has a “Love and Lack” kind of theme, and many of these bands are big-hair metal rockers from back in the day. I probably have a few of them wrong; I was scribbling notes as I listened and worked. It’s a solid list, although it devolves a bit toward the end, partly because she was taking requests from listeners.

    If you’re looking for some 80’s era power romance ballads, you’ll find some gems on this playlist. The one I’m playing over and over again right now is Fly to the Angels by Slaughter. I’ve embedded a few more in the playlist below. Rock on, dudes.

    Fly to the Angels / Slaughter
    Higher / Firehouse
    Miles Away / Winger
    Waiting for a Girl Like You / Foreigner
    Heaven Isn’t Too Far Away / Warrant
    Fly to the Angels / Slaughter
    Still Loving You / Scorpions
    Heaven & Hell / Black Sabbath
    Only Time Will Tell / Poison
    Every Rose Has It’s Thorn / Bon Jovi
    Don’t Know What You Got Till It’s Gone / Cinderella
    Bringing On the Heartbreak / Def Leppard
    Is This Love / Whitesnake
    House of Pain / Faster Pussycat
    Without You / Hinder
    When I See You Smile / Bad English
    I Won’t Forget You / Poison
    Missing You / John Waite
    Open Arms / Journey
    Don’t Close Your Eyes / Kix
    Love / Def Leppard
    Love of a Lifetime / Firehouse
    More Than Words / Extreme
    Sometimes She Cries / Warrant
    It’s an All Night Thing / Temple of the Dog

  • Jucifer Melts Down Volume 11

    Jucifer Melts Down Volume 11

    I still can’t believe I convinced my husband – the man who took me to see Air Supply, Billy Joel, and Billy Squier in concert when we were dating — to go with me to a hardcore metal show.

    We swung by the drugstore on the way so I could pick up a fresh box of Dr. Doug’s Physician Trusted Super Soft Latex-Free Earplugs, rated for 29 decibels, one decibel south of the highest noise reduction rating you can get. Five bucks for 10 pairs and well worth the price.

    “Are you really sure I’m going to need these?” he asked, as I handed him the packet and told him to put two in his pocket.

    “Dude,” I replied. “This is not like a U2 concert. You’ll be glad you have them.”

    We pulled up in front of the Volume 11 house-turned-warehouse, parked in the last spot in the lot, showed our ID (door guy was making his paycheck, carding us), paid up, and we were in. We ambled in past the Donkey Kong cabinet and the giant Black Sabbath poster and I checked the drink list posted over the bar.

    Drink menu at Volume 11

    “What’s in an Open Grave?” I asked the long-haired kid behind the bar, half expecting a sarcastic reply — a choice punk snark for a middle-aged white chick at a hardcore show.

    Instead he was earnest, but thrown off guard by the question. “Uh, just…” He waved his hands around in the air, trying to stir up an answer. I waited. “Just some stuff I put together,” he said finally. I nodded, made no comment, and checked the list again.

    “Electric Coolaide,” I mused. “Sounds like PGA Punch.” That was the favorite high school drink – pure grain alcohol and whatever sugary crap could be scrounged from a fridge.

    “Yeee-ah,” he said, drawing it out. “That’s just some stuff I put together too.” He smiled apologetically.

    “Okay,” I chirped. “Gimme a Yeungling.” He seemed relieved. I saluted him with my beer, and took a look around.

    The stage between bandsThere were the obligatory Slayer, Danzig, and Insane Clown Posse shirts in the crowd and a hundred more tees on the walls. Jucifer had a merch table set up in true punk fashion with a handful of DIY tees and totes. Colossus merch shared their table, and there were a handful of Irata stickers scattered around.

    “Hey, check it,” I said, nudging my date. “A drumhead signed by Alabama Thunderpussy.” He seemed interested.

    We wandered in across the poured concrete floor, pulling our jackets tight against the draft. There were a handful of the faithful scattered around the stage, which was stacked with amps, speakers, and the regular rock trash, and edged with tattered industrial-grade black plastic. A band called Irata was making the walls vibrate with their brand of downtempo metal; apocalyptic sound samples running riot over raw and synthesized chords. One of the guys had a sax welded to a tripod and patched into a pedal board; all kinds of warped sounds came out of that thing as he switched comfortably from frankensax to guitar and back again.

    Colossus
    The crowd was there to hear Colossus, and when these incredibly energetic guys blew the doors open with their first song, the place came to life. Skinny Sean Buchanan’s vocals screamed spirals around the two electric guitars, and although the bass amp went out partway through their show, they behaved like professionals and kept moving while one of the guys from Irata volunteered a replacement amp and quietly helped hook it in. Suddenly Rylan Wilshire was back in the house, and the team skydived into “Sunglasses in Space” – a huge crowd fave – before closing with “Wendigo,” which was the song I was there to hear. I don’t see how they could have topped a show any better.

    As Colossus pulled cords and carted off their speaker cabs, things quieted down a bit. I wasn’t sure about Jucifer – sludge metal isn’t really my music – but I was interested to see a hardcore band with a female lead. Some of the songs I dialed up online were curiously beautiful, and I hoped we’d hear those.

    But their live show is brutal and relentless from the moment Amber Valentine slashes out an opening chord. We were doomed.

    Growler

    I think I counted 13 amps in their stack, driving sound in brain-melting waves through a towering white wall of speakers. I’ve never heard anything that loud in my life. Fog erupted from multiple points and wove its way in and out of pulsing laser spikes, and a set of blinding white floodlights sent regular shock treatments directly into the upturned faces of the crowd. Edgar B. Livengood may be the heaviest drummer on earth, and a small group of worshippers crowded the monitors at the front of his colossal drumset, begging for his blessing.

    She growled and her guitar screamed; he destroyed the drums. I have no idea what songs they played, and I don’t think it mattered. Their show is a howling juggernaut; it was bow or be crushed. Some didn’t survive.

    While I’m not quite a Jucifer convert yet, I’ll be back to Volume 11 again soon.

    You can see my set of photos from the night here. Click on the slideshow option!

  • Arse-Kicking Playlist

    This just in, via @renewabelle, a woman who knows how to bring some tuneage. Since she made and delivered this list through iTunes (I didn’t expect y’all to actually PURCHASE me tunes, only suggest them, but this is freakalicious, thank you very much) we learned that iTunes will tell you if the other person has those tracks already. BUT. They forgot to count my vinyl, their bad.

    Thanks, Renewabelle! I’ve chipped the stain off my desk from drumming on it with my pens.

    Boom / P.O.D.
    Ace of Spades / Motörhead
    I’m Shipping Up to Boston / Dropkick Murphys
    Year of tha Boomerang / Rage Against the Machine
    You’ve Got Another Thing Coming (Live) / Judas Priest
    Remember the Name (Non-PA Version) / Fort Minor (Featuring Styles of Beyond)
    New Noise / Refused
    Panama / Van Halen
    Breathe / Fabolous
    Hair of the Dog / Nazareth
    Best of You / Foo Fighters
    Cherry Bomb / The Runaways
    Proxima Centauri / At the Drive-In
    I Just Want to Celebrate / Rare Earth
    Let’s Go / Trick Daddy
    Hip Hop Is Dead / Nas featuring Will.I.Am