Burlington Vermont 12/5/09
It is said that by the age of 5 Mozart demonstrated musical capabilities that were well beyond his years. By this time he was already accomplished on piano and violin, and was performing regularly before European royalty. Talent of this sort only comes around once every few hundred years.
That time has arrived. Now there is another....... The band from New York stood with their arms crossed, leaning against the back wall of the venue. Shaggy hair and sunglasses hid their eyes. As most New York bands do when they roll into a small town, they act as if they already own the crowd. But there was something different this time. The audience was restless. The anticipation had nothing to do with the New Yorkers and they knew it. Maybe Burlington Vermont would become the beast that they couldn't conquer. It was obvious that the masses were clamoring for the opening act, Butterfly Starpower. Who was this band? What were they all about? Minutes later Butterfly Starpower took the stage. The drummer punished his set. Rhythm would not be tolerated and time was but a mere apparition. The bass player worshiped the fuzzy, overdriven, volume of his amplifier. The speakers dictated to him. Chaos was their decree. But the crowd still hungered for the arrival of the 5 year old front girl and punk rock prodigy. Her name was, Nameless. Once she appeared, though, the second coming had become an after thought. Her performance was wrought with honesty and happiness. Raw energy and raw power. Nameless controlled the reins on a horse ride to hell. Second to none, this butterfly has the star power to bash your face in. SweetBomb Fall Tour Knoxville 10/25/09
Fat, old, law abiding citizens will always remain unattractive and essentially useless/miniscule cogs in society. If, hypothetically, we were to rid the world of these mindless creatures, all of our lives would be further enriched. Dim wits only breed more of the same.
The woman at the Kruger would not sell beer to Matt because his drivers lisence had expired. Fair. She wouldn't sell the beer to me in fear that I was buying it for him. Unfair. Matt is 30 years old. I am 28 years old. Understandably we are handsome and youthfull, but clearly over 21 years of age. Also, it is imperative that we have the beer to enhance our creative instincts while performing rock music. The old, retarded prune was trying to stifle any sort of creative energy that was about to be unleashed in Knoxville that evening. Luckily Matt and I perservered in the name of Rock And Roll. We found another grocery store that would aid us in fueling our musical motors. The old bag may die believing that she had thwarted our devious devil music and helped to protect the law, and possibly protect the youth of Knoxville Tenessee, but in fact I got shit faced that night, and so did a few under age kids.....probably. Pabstolutely Two 9/12/09 Dear Les Moonves,We are shooting a pilot for a program called, Four Men and a Dog. The premise centers around four men(Mike, Doug, Mike, and Matt) who are all aging musicians in bands that have little to show in the way of monetary success. Their trusty sidekick, Duncan a British Bulldog, travels on the road with them to gigs at festivals, dive bars, and basements throughout the country. Along the way these four fellas and a canine get into a multitude of devious situations. Despite the shenanigans, their adventures ultimately become uplifting tales about overcoming the odds. The pilot episode is ripe with self depreciating humor, along with good ol' fart jokes, and 'guy' banter. A colorful cast of characters will only entice the audience. Filming on location at The Royal Oaks in Youngstown Ohio during the 2nd annual Pabstolutely Fest has much to offer in the way of interesting personalities. In our first episode we will meet a band called Hobo Gangbang. They are depicted as a much older and a more dysfunctional doppelganger to our protagonists. This chance meeting provides them a potential window to their future if the rock and roll lifestyle is to be pursued to the highest degree. Hobo Gangbang's anthemic masterpiece entitled, Live Life Loaded, really brings the audience into their world. Next we meet Larry and Barry, the charismatic front men of local Youngstown favorites, Nothing Pure. Coincidentally they are gay lovers. Their story brings to light the hurdles that gays and minorities face in the world of music. Their rock does not stop in the face of hate in the world, though. Truly, they are an inspiration to all. Les, I believe that this pilot is certainly worthy of being branded, "must see tv". Any lesser categorization would be a misnomer, for sure. In addition to quality entertainment, the audience will be instilled with a sense of hope and positive values. Say no to drugs, and gays are cool too. Please give the public an opportunity to view our pilot. It is my belief that they are starving and we are bringing the feast. Your time is appreciated. Best wishes, Mike Devigne "Guitar Bomb" The Royal Oaks Album Youngstown Hobo Gangbang...I can't find a link for these guys Nothing Pure Turbo Lovers Rocket Radio Rebreather The Sweet Ones Gil Mantera's Party Dream The Cheats Coney Island Rockabilly Festival 9/6/09 A maniacal, face painted fella takes the stage and warns me of his plan. He says, "you do your thing, and I'll do mine". I will not argue with a clown. I know he is serious, and I am not about to interfere. A minute into our chuggin', quick version of Highway 61 I see the clown jam a sword down his throat. He somehow slides it back out with surgical precision, his insides unscathed. Within minutes he is manipulating fire. He breathes flames towards me and I step back. The fuse has been lit.There is an attractive girl staring at me from the front of the stage. When I sing the word 'fuck', I look straight in her eyes. She feels uncomfortable and smiles but looks away because her boyfriend is standing right beside her. It's my stage, though, and I can do what I want. I can do so many things to her without touching or even conversing with her, in fact. She is in the palm of my hand and there is nothing that he can do but watch me do it. It is in my opinion that the guitar player from the next act, The Soul Reapin' Three, can play guitar solos that will devestate your senses--in a good way. A guitar duel with him at a future date would be a pleasurable blood pool for all of those in attendence, I can assure you. And if there is a band that could sit on your face and suffocate you with their sweet musical pussy, it would be The Tombstone Brawlers from NJ. And last but not least are, Sasquatch and the Sickabillies. They order you to turn around and lean against the wall for a violent guitar-ass reaming. Once that is through, the bass is shoved down your throat and vibrated all around 'till your teeth are sand. Cherry on top.....the drummer repeatedly jabs his sticks relentlessly into your eyes in 4/4 time. |
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