Friday, May 27, 2011

50,000 Hits for Fits

AHEM......I'm distracted by the appearance of a bizarrely small Asian man with very shiny pants and a bluetooth in this Starbucks....sorry. What I really wanted to say is Thank You?  Yes. Thank you.

Sometime over the weekend while most of us will be welcoming summer in with wine coolers, smuggled Four Lokos, and spiked Frappucchinos.... Setting up the grills and percolating with pills...Modeling our bikini flops and muffin tops....yeah, while all that is happening and we're not even thinking about soldiers and sacrifice....

...This site that I started just under 3 years ago will have reached a milestone (according to an internet roundtable and various collectives of well funded research) of receiving 50,000 unique visitors.

Most of whom are nubile music school freshmen who got here by mistake by Googling the term "circle of fifths" on which the title of this blog is sarcastically based on.....for those of you who wonder.  But I'll take what I can get.

Of those 50,000, 11(ok, I'll round up to 15) have commented on the plethora of rock periphera that I make note of.

My favorite comment of all time came from a man named "Shoezz" who said, after my well thought out "In Rainbows" review from a few years back..."Great site. I came across this today and I'm really hoped to find it. Awesome,man! Check out our great sale on Crocs of all colorzz."

Here's to you world.  Rock on, rock off, but do something .  Thank you,  Seano

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Review: Red Fang -Murder The Mountains





This is rolling out of where you lie, bloodshot and bleary, giving the finger to the sun poking through the blinds, letting the hungry dog lick the milk from the cereal bowl next to the couch music.

This is rock and roll in boulder form rolling down a mountain, laying out old growth trees and annihilating a village full of your greedy enemies in the golden valley music. Hmm..Track 1:  "Malverde" will do you.

This is spilling out into the alley behind the seedy tavern after 17 beers and a splotch of shots in a denim blur of a brawl with your best friend who just told you he fucked your sister music.

This is murder ballads meets Melvins meets bottom- blistering don't ask questions just punch the wall with a smile music. Do yourself some "Dirt Wizard". That would be track 4.

This is the house band, the taste makers, the composers for your demolition or divorce or dirty deal in a Quik- Fil parking lot as the stars and your eyes get blotted out by storm clouds and your muddy Vans are dancing between whippit canisters and tall boys on the floor of the back seat of your '88 Celica  music. Yeah...I'm thinking "Throw Up" track 5 will be your soundtrack.

These are pure, down low, ear to the stacks, carabiner of keys swaying in the breeze at a basement show in a haze of smoke and glow songs. 

This is Red Fang.   Murder the Mountains.             (insert banshee yell and fist pump here)

If you can find enough loose change in the cushions or from your Mom's purse to buy a ticket to one of their shows or buy this album, DO IT.

http://www.redfang.net/


Here is their fucking hilarious new video for the song "Wires" -

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Friday, May 20, 2011

My Endtimes Playlist

Well, here we are at the end of days. Darn, I had a few things planned for the weekend. Yoga Class followed by anger management class, volunteering at the animal shelter followed by a big game hunting expedition just north of a suburban neighborhood. I'm bummed about having to cancel my balloon art class as well. I need it for clown college.

Oh Well, life is full of would- ofs, could- ofs , and should ofs.  As I now have to respect that my body has merely been a vessel for chicken wings, pale ales, unfinished reviews and burning tears, I can reflect back on a curmudgeonly life before my last journey.

And before I leave my perfectly clean and folded shirt and pants topped with white sneakers on my bed  where the post -rapture party people can find them, I've whipped up a playlist to pipe into my brain while I lay in state, waiting for my one way trip to the great mosh pit in the sky. I encourage you to do the same, but think about leaving fresh water and a big pile of dry food for your pets first.

1) Fire and Rain-James Taylor
2) Rapture-Blondie
3) End of The Line-Traveling Wilburys
4) Take Me To The River- Talking Heads version
5) Remember-Jimi Hendrix
6) Across the Universe-The Beatles
7) Lake of Fire-Meat Puppets
8) Ring of Fire-Johnny Cash
9) Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be- AC/DC
10) Travelin' Light- JJ Cale
11) Naked Burn- Mastodon
12) Killed By Death-Motorhead
13) Naked as We Came- Iron and Wine
14) Gone, Gone, Gone-Bad Company
15) Here Today, Gone Tomorrow- The Ramones
16) Paradise City- Guns N' Roses
17) An Ending(Ascent)- Brian Eno
18) Return to Sender-Elvis Presley
19) Waiting Room- Fugazi
20) If the World Should End in Fire-Handsome Family
21) Stop Your Sobbing- Pretenders version
22) The Loser in the End- Queen
23) Exit Strategy- Valient Thorr
24) I've Had Enough- The Who
25) Tales of a Scorched Earth- Smashing Pumpkins
26) Party in the USA- Miley Cyrus



There you have it.  Hours of fun as the world burns(not turns).  I'll see you on the other side, readers, unless I'm re-incarnated as a radioactive garden slug like I've always hoped.   Feel free to add to the list.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

I'm Square and I'm Proud

Yeah, this is brilliant. And dead on. I can't decide who to fear more...every living teenager or anyone from the 11211. Aren't the end times coming or something?

Sunday, May 08, 2011

Happy Fathers Day

If you are all gooshy, gooey and sap-fucking-tastic about Mother's Day, then PLEASE DON'T read this. This post is all boot- crushed bouquets and fire- bombed brunches, so you've been warned.

A short playlist of mother related  songs at top fucking volume in my cans today.

Mother by John Lennon
Mother by Danzig
Mother by Pink Floyd
Mother Puncher by Mastodon
Motherless Children by Eric Clapton
Full on Kevin's Mom by Soundgarden
Bad Mother Boogie by Cactus
Tie Your Mother Down by Queen
Mommy Can I Go Out and Kill Tonight by The Misfits

and a song my friend Anthony and I wrote and recorded called Well Enough Unknown

My mom was a great mom for 24 years and then she completely shit the bed.
She's been the queen of abandonment and selfishness since then.

She's got her sunshine state fortress of solitude, smoking, tanning, bloodletting regretting and forgetting .

If she walked up to my almost five year old and said hello in a raspy sqwawk from behind wrinkled lips, he wouldn't even know who the fuck she was.

I've got issues, yes. But if you think ALL mothers deserve praise today , don't fucking kid yourself.

I could tell you stories, man.  But I don't want you to spit out your Eggs Benedict. Some mother hen shit them out for you so you could get all dressed up and eat them with your happy broods.

Here's to all the Dads who are moms, too.

Friday, May 06, 2011

Teach Your Children(or punish them)





This is happening in every city,town, country, chat room, juvenile jail cell, sleep over, play date, chaperoned mall trip and during texting marathons when kids should be babysitting, and in study halls....basement bars....backs of cars.....etc.

Only you can stop this madness.

Please call 1800- CIRCFIT for anonymous, confidential help.

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

It was three days of burst and spilled emotions as I traveled home with my son in tow for the 4th annual Meaghan's Run 5k this past weekend.  Meaghan wasn't there. She really wasn't there. I tried to catch her in the wind against my face as I stepped half lively for 3.1 miles with forty pounds of little boy on my shoulder.

I tried to feel her spirit hovering above the hundreds of sweaty strangers sucking down orange slices after a brisk morning run to support local research for early detection of lung cancer.

I was so thankful for the hundreds of people who came and partook in support, without ever having the pleasure of spending one afternoon, one discussion, one moment in the clutches of her charms and charisma, grounded and glorious.

But I was distracted. I was sure I would be able to be close to her in her home town, her only town. My home town of Rochester. Since her death in 2008, we have avoided each other, distracted by speed trials of life and protecting the ones we love. It will be her 40th birthday on May 5th.  This year, we have needed each other more than ever. With my broken marriage pummeling me like a prize fighter, almost every day is a tired twelfth round. And in her home town, there are divided lives, grief that has left her seeds of wisdom abandoned in a weedy field. The voices of her children are only recalled in memory by those she had asked to protect them and enrich half of a heritage with the stories she left and the lessons she could not.

I wish I knew where she was. I suspect she is riding a storm that twists clouds, wreaks havok and moves on far above the earth, the town, the houses where those storms touch down, cutting an angry swatch of damage through fragile threads that keep families and neighborhoods bound among whispers, lies and silence.

Recovery from one of these storms is lengthy, laborious You heal, rebuild the roads and bridges, replace the windows, just in time for the next one to throw a punch from behind the stirring ,silent clouds.

When those clouds break, I will find her.