Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Karma to Burn: The Long Version, Pt 1
When I first met the guys in Karma to Burn, I wasn't even old enough to drink yet. In fact, in order to attend the SxSW be bonded at, HIGH TIMES had to invest in a fake ID for me (which I was promptly busted with during my second night in town). We were introduced by their long-suffering A&R guy and a long, tempestuous friendship was born—particularly with bassist/ringleader/snake oil salesman Rich "Little Dickie" Mullins.
Little did I know then just what a dangerous meeting it was. Over the years, I beared witness to so many hustles, white powders, unsavory situations, and industry fuckfests with the instrumental trio, that I'm honestly surprised (and infinitely pleased) they're all still breathing and thriving. And it always irked me that their place in stoner rock history was regularly overshadowed by their party legacy.
Recently, I had the opportunity to interview them about their reunion for DECIBEL. It gave me the rare chance to put on my Journalist hat and really ask them all the questions I probably would never have the balls to ask as a friend. And naturally, a lot of it didn't make it to print because of word count restrictions.
Not wanting to waste all that editing, I decided to post my interview with Rich Mullins and Will Mecum here in three parts. Enjoy.
Did you ever expect Karma to Burn to reunite?
Will Mecum: No, definitely not. There were a lot of things that were left undone when we decided to split; a lot of anger—and a lot of late night revenge scenarios. Like, ‘if I ever see that guy again…” And that went on for years.
What was the breakup like for you?
WM: I lost my band, I lost a friend, and I lost a career—if you want to call it that. [Laughs] It all went to shit. Substances got in the way, personalities got in the way. We lost sight of the goals that we set when we first started playing.
What kind of substance issues did you have?
Rich Mullins: Everyone in our band had a little bit of a heroin problem; mine was giant and Rob’s was giant. Will was able to just stop, Will doesn’t really have that personality for it.
How did you get clean?
RM: After Speedealer, I went to Holland for a year, then I came to L.A. and that’s where I got clean. I was in a rehab, and the guy who ran the place came up to me and said, what if I say the name ‘Rob Oswald’ to you? I go, ‘Oh, I love that guy.’ He said, ‘well, he’s behind this door.’ Can you imagine?
WM: I’m proud to say that I’m the only member of the band that didn’t have to go to rehab. But my addiction wasn’t anything minuscule. I went cold turkey and it was not pleasant. I quit my job and I locked myself in my apartment for 10 days. After the eighth or ninth days, I started feeling human again.
How did the two of you get back in contact after you’d cleaned up?
WM: I got a call really late at night, [a mutual friend] said that Rich and Rob were trying to get a hold of me. Two weeks later I said yes to giving them my number. Rich texted me—and I’m not one to really receive texts that well. The first thing I texted back was, “Fuck you, L.A. cunt.”
Then Rob called and we talked for a good two hours. He said, “You really need to talk to Rich.” After that conversation, I waited another week and got Rich’s phone number and I sat down and talked to him.
Want to read more? Check out the rest in Part 2 and Part 3.
Photo lifted from Raginpit magazine.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Greatest Hipster T-Shirt
Over the weekend, I hit up the Renegade Craft Fair in Brooklyn to check out the wares and see the latest in tattoo fashions. (Also, I can confirm that owls and octopi remain the favorite motifs of sardonic accessories.)
The last thing I was expecting to do was fall in love an ironic T-shirt, but something about this design from Paste just spoke to me.
And what's not to love? Let's review the bullet points.
The last thing I was expecting to do was fall in love an ironic T-shirt, but something about this design from Paste just spoke to me.
And what's not to love? Let's review the bullet points.
1. It features a dude who sorta looks like an old, combed-over Lemmy.
2. His tie has cats on it.
3. He's on a Segway.
4. He is showing off his gun collection.
5. The guns are all pointing at him.
2. His tie has cats on it.
3. He's on a Segway.
4. He is showing off his gun collection.
5. The guns are all pointing at him.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
EHG BBQ
The title of this post does not refer to the vanity plates on my Chevy Avalanche. The letters, in fact, represent a unique feature that Eyehategod are offering as part of their VIP ticket package.
Yes, you read correctly. Eyehategod are offering a VIP deluxe show experience at select venues on their forthcoming tour with Brutal Truth, Nachtmystium and Black Anvil that includes a BBQ, soundcheck access, a meet & greet and a limited-edition poster.
At only $40, this unique opportunity far surpasses what super groups like KISS, Bon Jovi, or Rush are offering (and at way higher prices)—and you just know that this one will have a lot more band/fan interaction.
While I may be a little miffed that EHG only bestowed 50 VIP tickets for gigs in South Carolina, Maryland and Kentucky, it's certainly fun to imagine what this party will be like. So on this, the eve of Eyehategod's tour commencement, I ponder the finer points of the EHG BBQ experience. Below, my list of inquiries:
1. Who exactly is doing the BBQing? (And are they wearing a hairnet?)
2. Will there be vegetarian options?
3. How many selections will there be for the white drugs course?
4. Is this a BYOB affair?
5. Will they consider a similar package in NYC that includes a vodka tasting and perogi dinner?
Real talk, though, I'm thrilled as hell to be seeing them at Europa on June 12. And I'll be bringing Ess-a-Bagel for Sharp.
VIP package dates:
6/04/2010 Ground Zero - Spartanburg, SC ** 50 VIP ticket packages available for $40 each; includes soundcheck access, BBQ, meet & greet with the band + a signed poster.
6/06/2010 Headliners - Louisville, KY ** 50 VIP ticket packages available for $40 each; includes sound check access, BBQ, meet & greet with the band + a signed poster.
6/10/2010 Krug’s - Frederick, MD ** 25 VIP ticket packages available for $40 each; includes early entry, soundcheck access, meet & greet with the band + a signed poster.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Memory Burn Psych Fest
So you're stuck in the NYC area on Memorial Day weekend and don't know how to spend a long, hazy Saturday. Well, have I got a show for you!
The first annual Memory Burn Psych Fest will take place at Brooklyn's Glasslands on Saturday, May 29 and features a stellar lineup of psychedelic, stoner rock, trippy music from acts like White Hills, the Black Hollies, Weird Owl, Future Hunter and Revival Times. See y'all there! BYOJ.
Here's a preview of the action:
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Waiting on the Western World
Here's something truly rare: a Karma to Burn song with vocals! Year Long Disaster's Daniel Davies laid down some magic on "Waiting on the Western World" the first single off of KTB's comeback album, Appalachian Incantation, which came out in the US just yesterday. Go buy it!
Better yet, go see the two bands play together on tour, which kicks off this Friday night at Brooklyn's Knitting Factory. For more dates and info, click here.
Better yet, go see the two bands play together on tour, which kicks off this Friday night at Brooklyn's Knitting Factory. For more dates and info, click here.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
R.I.P. Pete Steele
"Well I’ve got no more reason to live
And I’ve got no more love to give
Tonight’s the night
I’ll paint the town red
I’ll put another whole through my head
Unjustifiable existence
Unjustifiable
Unjustifiable existence
Now I feel the weight of a world on my back
I’ve seen the future
The future looks black
It’s what I must do
I have no reservations
Ain’t talk ’bout self preservation
Unjustifiable existence
Unjustifiable
Unjustifiable existence
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity
Crushing me
Gravity
Crushing me
Crushing me
Crushing me
B. acceleration (due to gravity) - 980cm^-2 sec
Yeah I feel something pulling me down
Forcing me between myself and the ground
Of all the nightmares that ever came true
I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you
Unjustifiable existence
Unjustifiable
Unjustifiable existence
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity
Crushing me
Gravity
Crushing me
Crushing me
Crushing me
C. antimatter: electromechanical psychedelicosis
D. requiem for a soulless man
I’ve got a problem
A problem with hate
I can’t go on dragging this weight
A cold steel hand that won’t let go
Acid-filled thoughts out of control
I built myself a nice little cage
With bars of anger and a lock of rage
I can’t help asking who’s got the key?
When I know damned well it’s me
No I ain’t hinting for sympathy
I’m used to dealing with apathy
The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime
Just wish me better luck next time
So what if I died a thousand deaths
You think I’m insane but I have no regrets
One more time won’t matter no question
Suicide is self expression."
And I’ve got no more love to give
Tonight’s the night
I’ll paint the town red
I’ll put another whole through my head
Unjustifiable existence
Unjustifiable
Unjustifiable existence
Now I feel the weight of a world on my back
I’ve seen the future
The future looks black
It’s what I must do
I have no reservations
Ain’t talk ’bout self preservation
Unjustifiable existence
Unjustifiable
Unjustifiable existence
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity
Crushing me
Gravity
Crushing me
Crushing me
Crushing me
B. acceleration (due to gravity) - 980cm^-2 sec
Yeah I feel something pulling me down
Forcing me between myself and the ground
Of all the nightmares that ever came true
I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you
Unjustifiable existence
Unjustifiable
Unjustifiable existence
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity
Crushing me
Gravity
Crushing me
Crushing me
Crushing me
C. antimatter: electromechanical psychedelicosis
D. requiem for a soulless man
I’ve got a problem
A problem with hate
I can’t go on dragging this weight
A cold steel hand that won’t let go
Acid-filled thoughts out of control
I built myself a nice little cage
With bars of anger and a lock of rage
I can’t help asking who’s got the key?
When I know damned well it’s me
No I ain’t hinting for sympathy
I’m used to dealing with apathy
The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime
Just wish me better luck next time
So what if I died a thousand deaths
You think I’m insane but I have no regrets
One more time won’t matter no question
Suicide is self expression."
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Weedeater's Nine Toe Tour Comes To Town
Saturday night's Weedeater show at the Studio @ Webster Hall was one of those oddly exalted affairs that was as surreal as it was vaulting, filled with rousing sounds and even better vibes.
For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of visiting Webster Hall, it's essentially one of NYC's oldest—and most run-down—multi-leveled dance clubs. So while we dirtbags were reveling in the fuzzed-out glory of a lineup that also included Struck by Lightning, The Gates of Slumber and Black Tusk, the main hall upstairs was filled with Twilight moms taking in Blue October's performance.
Odder still, there was also an '80s prom-themed dance party underway in yet another room. Needless to say, this made for some interesting people-watching while waiting on line for the bathroom.
Back in our dungeon-like surroundings, Ohio's Struck by Lightning kicked things off with a concise set of terse, arty metal. Up next were the doomy Gates of Slumber, who had the crowd head nodding en masse in response to their sludgy, churning riffs. But it was really Savannah's Black Tusk [pictured above] who impressed that night, bringing a ton of energy and possessing the same kind of appealing uptempo, groove-laden style Kylesa is known for. Definitely check out their forthcoming Relapse debut, Taste the Sin, when it's released on May 25.
Finally, it was Weedeater's time to unleash their patented brand of "weed metal," and needless to say, they did not disappoint. Maniacal leader Dixie Dave took liberal sips of 'Tussin from a bottle that was taped to a wall adjacent to the stage in between churning out hits like "Good Luck and God Speed" and "Wizard Fight" before the packed room. Even party goers from the other events became transfixed by the hypnotic primal sounds coming from the stage. Wonder what they'd all think if they knew the significance of the "Nine Toe" tour's name.
Fueled by healthy helpings of Southern sludge and cheap PBRs, the Brooklyn Vegan affair was one to remember and probably one my favorite shows (so far) of 2010.
Thanks to Liz Ciaverella-Brenner and Earsplit PR for the photo of Dixie Dave.
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