Sorry for the lack of posts of late, but there just hasn’t been much going on due to the new year and all. Things will start to pick up this next week when I start in on my first album reviews for the new year. There’s also a couple of decent local shows here in Austin this weekend. One cool thing many of the live music clubs in Austin do around the first of the year is Free Week. It used to be a week long, but has seemed to expand to a couple of weeks this year. Barracuda has a double blaster of punk ragers Riverboat Gamblers and cosmic punk/metal sing-a-long crazy folks Peelander Z tonight and local metal dudes Scorpion Child (Acid Roulette #10 album of the year for 2016) and Eagle Claw hitting it tomorrow night. I may have some thoughts and video from both shows.
I also wanted to share a little personal info about myself in this post which may give you a little better picture of the dude running this thing and will also give you a little bit of an insight into the rating system I have devised for the upcoming album reviews.
I’m weird. I do not dig on wearing shoes. They are constricting and make my feet hot and sweaty. I do everything in my power never to put the damn things on. By and large, if I’m not at work, you will either see me barefooted or in flip flops. Flip flops are the greatest thing ever.
However, being a metalhead, there is kind of a fairly conservative fashion sense that must be adhered to when attending shows. Traditionally, a tour shirt, jeans and sneakers (or boots) are required or you’re going to stick out as a tourist. I was and am completely on board with this arrangement. However, I’m also old as fuck and I really put a premium on comfort above all else these days. A number of years ago, I was heading to see Down play during the summer in San Antonio. It was hot as hell and the combo of the drive and the show was going to be really long. I just said “fuck it” and decided to just wear my flip flops to the show. I’m not trying to impress anyone at this point and I kind of figured the crowd at a Down show wouldn’t be too rowdy. I felt pretty good about myself. See a killer show and have my feet be nice and comfy. Win/Win.
Turns out I miscalculated and forgot that Pantera fan is going to flock to a Down show in droves to see Phil. As soon as the lights went out and the band kicked into the first song, the pit just went off like a bomb. A dude staggered past me with blood gushing out of his nose within the first few minutes. Well, fuck…I’m stuck now. My feet took at least two direct stomps that night, but I made it through to the end and never retreated. On the way home, I just figured I went through the worst possible scenario with exposed feet at a metal show and resolved right then to wear flip flops at every metal show I ever go to. It’s a pride thing now. I’m so fucking Metal that I bring exposed feet to The Pit! This is a promise I have kept with a few minor exceptions when the temperature has gotten too close to freezing for it to really be practical. I keep hoping my fashion sense will catch on in the metal community, but lo, it sadly has not.
So, if you are ever at a show in Austin, San Antonio, Houston or Dallas and see a graying burned out hippie looking guy in a black tour shirt and flip flops, there’s a 99.9% chance that it is me. Come by and say hello.
Oh, and the album rating system: it’s obviously going to be a system of flip flops. Four flip flops equals a face melting masterpiece. Zero flip flops equals a Jon Bon Jovi/Fred Durst collaboration.