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Its no secret my passion and dedication to the fountain of rock that is 1980’s hair metal.  You would have to just have stumbled across Tech and Tonic to not know that I worship the ground that Motley Crue walks on.  Well, I have discovered another gem of face-melting guitar solos, nut busting lyrics, and ridiculous black magic special effects.  It seems the deeper I dig, the more obscure yet badass rock anthems I unearth, kind of like Indiana Jones in the Temple of Doom where he finds the golden idol and then pulls out the bag of sand and then weighs it a couple times to estimate the proper weight so he can switch it out but then it is still wrong and he goes running out of the temple with the huge boulder rolling after him.  Well, actually nothing like that.  But still… after recently pumping my fist to BALLS TO THE WALL by Accept, I somehow came across ALL WE ARE by Warlock.  This is a chick-fronted elite delta force of rockers who make no excuse for dishing out sweet guitar solos and wicked hooks.  These guys rock so hard, they couldn’t wait for their bus to arrive at whatever their intended destination was.  Upon hitting traffic, they fuckin unload all their amps and gear and play a god damned concert in a tunnel!  I guess when you have a sweet jam inside you just burning to get out, it doesn’t matter where you are.  Try this one on for size…

HOOOOooo I bet you didn’t expect that shit did ya.  I know I didn’t.

On another note, its raining and cold.  This has been a perfect way for me to justify laying in bed all day and watching movies, and playing Xbox.  I finally figured out how to mod my box w/ the newest iXtreme 1.61 so I can play the wave 4 backups of my games ;).   Let me tell, you this is rad.  Not to mention, the new AvP game is so badass.  I remember playing the first AvP game years ago, and you have the motion tracker just beeping in the corner, scaring the shit out of you as you are just a lone colonial space marine up against insurmountable odds  and multiple xenomorphs.  Try playing this shit in the dark, I guarantee you can’t do it.  Or maybe I’m just a pussy.

And now RAMBO 2 is on tv – never trust Colonel Troutman!  I’m never getting out of bed today.

Hope everyone’s rainy day is going as good as mine is.  😎

Nightmare on Wild Street

Sometimes I wonder how I get myself into these situations.  Yesterday certainly wasn’t the first time that I’ve found myself sitting there thinking “What the fuck just happened?“.  I’m definitely a man of extra-ordinary experiences, and have a unique group of friends that seem to foster the occurrence of these experiences, and for that – I wouldn’t change a thing.

Monday started off typical enough, put in 9 hours at the office, got off work around 5, then headed over to the studio to load up our gear for our show @ Brick By Brick.  Unbeknown to us, we were slated to play with WILD STREET, an 80s hair metal/arena rock band so hard core that if I were an honest man, I’d say we paled by comparison.  Let me tell you, they were a hard act to follow.  On tour from New York, they had the unfortunate luck to book a show in San Diego on a Monday night.  There was a good crowd of 10 people, but we stood up front and watched the unbridled spectacle of rock unfold in front of us.  These guys have their shit together.  Choreographed moves, awesome singing, fists-pumping-in-the-air guitar wailing solos…it was awesome!


Evan, I, Anderson, Hecker, and Jamie all loaded up and headed down to B2B around 9.  We had already stopped by earlier, sound checked, and backlined our gear, so we had a couple hours to kill (and drink) before we went on around 10:45.  Turns out, the other 2 bands who were supposed to be playing backed out, so it was just us and Wild Street.  We knocked back our 2 complimentary pitchers of Coors Light (Gods gift to the common man) from pint glasses with the cold activated mountains, and then went in to watch WS rock at 10.  From the first note that accosted my ears, I was hooked.  These guys shredded with a dedication and passion I haven’t heard since Motley Crue slaughtered silence at Cox Arena.  My description can’t do this caliber of rock justice, so check out a youtube vid:

We were completely blown away by how hard these guys shredded the stage.  Not to mention, we were all pretty blasted by this point (around 11), but like the soldiers of rock that we are, we took the stage after them and blazed through our set.  At around 11pm on a monday night, the only people who were at the bar were our friends, so we had a great time playing such a “private” show.  I managed to finish a couple rockstar/vodkas on stage, and was feeling great with a sufficient amount of “rock fuel” coursing through my veins.

After the show, we grabbed a few more drinks and set to bullshitting with our new idols.  Turns out these guys were going to crash in their van or grab a hotel room and just wanted to be near the beach as they had the next day free before heading up to LA for a show (tonight) at the Whiskey.  We offered them our living room to crash at for free, and they took us up on it.  This is where things get hazy and the shenanigans begin.

We rolled home, Thailanderson and Def Jeff see picking up 3 x 18 packs of CL, and opened up the garage, put on some Motley Crue, and set to partying.  People started showing up, and pretty soon, we had a decent party going on.  The Wild Street crew showed up to their utter amazement that the view from our house was 10x better than any hotel room in San Diego.  Like any good after party, we throwing down beers, talkin shit, cars, girls, and music, and having a hell of time.  At some point, we ended up on the roof drinking and taking in the view.  An entire bottle of Jim Beam was killed thanks to the team effort, and we whipped through 54 beers in no time. Before any of us knew it, it was 4am and we were still going strong.

I managed to take Def Jeff on in a 4am UFC fight on Xbox, but was so utterly smashed I resorted to closing one eye so I wasn’t seeing 4 fighters on the screen.  Anderson, after throwing up in the sink, proceeded to pass out on the kitchen floor, cuddling a box of Frosted Flakes.  I woke up at 7am completely dressed, sideways on my bed, and looked down to see Def Jeff face down on the floor.

To say the least, it was the best monday night I have ever had.  Strong friendships were forged, and we definitely have a hookup if we ever get out to NYC, as our new buddies were eager to return the favor.

I have no pictures or proof that these events actually took place, just (hazy) memories of rock n roll and a after-show party that was out of control.  I’ll never forget my night partying with the 80’s arena/glam rock all-stars that is Wild Street.

The events that transpired from 10pm last night through 3pm today will never occur again.  A whirlwind of rock shook each and every one of us to our foundations, and took a little piece of us that we will never get back.  We partied with WILD STREET. We partied good, we partied hard, and we partied just.  The party was good.

Nikki Sixx and Mick Mars Have Some Fun

Was watching some old Motley Crue vids on youtube over the weekend and stumbled across this gem.  The newscasters don’t even realize that it isn’t Tommy Lee until halfway through, and Nikki ends the interview by calling him an asshole.  Crue at their best!


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