MILLIONS
Chicago Scene
Report.
A JOYFUL NIGHT WITH
THE
MORIBUND CULT
Dodsferd, I Shalt
Become, Horna, Azaghal, Necronoclast & More.
TALES FROM THE
CUTOUT BIN
XI
The Hidden Hand,
Wurdulak, Gobblehoof, Insult II Injury, Master & More.
UNDERGROUND
REISSUES
XI
Vulcano, Gore,
Mortification, Rigor Mortis, Chronical Diarrhoea & More.
EXTREME SOUTH
AMERICAN
CLASSICS
Witchtrap, Masacre,
Illapa, Necrosis, Mystifier & More.
RICH HOAK - TFD
Post-Modern
Interpretations of
Scene: Awesome Bands From
Planet Earth
TALES
FROM THE
CUTOUT
BIN IX
Ikara Colt,
Leviathan, Defecation, Tusk, etc.
MORE FEATURES
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THE
NETWORK:
'Write
What You Know'
by Guitarist Pete Marr
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"I’m
not going to write about how cool I am because I go to cool kid
house party shows, or I go to all the super DIY warehouses and
drink alcohol, or that I’m cool in any way…Nope, I’m an old
piece of shit asshole and that’s what I’m writing about… (write
what you know).
So you grow up and think shit is going to be sweet. I mean fuck,
I thought I was going to be dead before I was 30, an excuse to
live and not worry. Then 30 comes and you live with your widowed
Mom and pill-popping brother in the same room you dreamed about
dying in at 29. How the fuck does this happen. I keep hearing
the Talking Heads song… ”And you may find yourself”… Is this
living the dream, no. This is pathetic! I’m still doing the same
shit as when I was 10 years younger, only this time have way
less, yes less, responsibility. No more school, no more
girlfriend and no more dirty looks…Only a crap temp job that in
all aspects has zero room for “growth”. You hit 30 and you’re
still, stagnant, bored. So you heap yourself into a van with 4
other dudes in the same situation and start the running in
circles, again. Think we’re doing something noble with our lives
then come home and let the manic turn into depressive… Oh, sweet
cycle.
You sit, write, wait, record, wait for the record to come out,
tour, sit in a van, wait for the show to start, wait for the
next show to start then come home and wait to do it all again.
For people calling you a “musician” (which is a fucking joke
most of the time), you really only actually play “music” for a
total of 20 minutes every 24 hours… Fucking pathetic!
I’m not trying to resolve anything here, simply stating the
obvious. For all the preaching we do, all the “alternative”
living we think we’re doing, all the dumb stubborn adolescent
bullshit we said we would never do, well we’re doing just that.
Living like fucking kids. I mean, I even say dumb shit like, “Oh
yeah, how many kids were there?"... I’m a grown ass man and I’m
asking what “kids” are doing? Well what the fuck are the men
doing? The older I get the more confused I get.
Last month I made my way up to the northern parts of New
Hampshire. I mean, way the fuck up there in the middle of the
woods. Looked at a log cabin and seriously considered purchasing
said log cabin… Retire. Drink whiskey and listen to my Phil Ochs
records in the peace, away from all the assholes in the world.
Well the outcome is summed up as "some day". Before I turn into
my ultimate hermit hero I told myself I’m going to see every
continent. Sweet dumb stubborn adolescent bullshit! But said is
said and that’s the way it goes. Do drugs, break bones, drink
hard and hopefully die before you turn 30."
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