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Live Evil Versus The Work Day

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, July 21, 2011 05:48pm | Post a Comment
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Have you ever sat slumped at your miserable computer at your excruciating job, staring blankly at an Excel spreadsheet that mocks your very existence but really secretly hoping that a heavy metal band would come and whisk you away to a magical land of booze and Satan? Sure, we all have.
 
Thursday, July 21st, office drones of San Francisco had their rockin’ prayers answered as the band Live Evil drove throughout the city in their Mexican party bus named Lola, picking up stray souls from their jobs for the third annual Walk Out To Rock Out. Whether you call it a public service or a public nuisance, Walk Out To Rock Out is a load of fun and Live Evil is the musical equivalent of a barrel of monkeys. Frontman Laurent Martini (who comes across like the love child of Nikki Sixx and Serge Gainsbourg) and his band of merry party animals strive to be the earthly incarnate of the spirit of rock & roll. Turning private nostalgia into performance art, all Live Evil songs were actually written by Martini during his teen years. This band’s mission of prolonged adolescence brings home the message that rock & roll, at its very core, is about divine youth. That and we’re never too old to rock.
 
Live Evil’s party bus started at the bar Zeitgeist at 9:00am. From there they picked up people on street corners and from office buildings, stopping at Union Square’s historic Gold Dust Lounge for a spontaneous show full of mayhem, madness, and confused tourists. They departed the Gold Dust at 2:00pm for The Hotel Utah where they played till 8:00pm.
 
I caught up with Live Evil’s Walk Out To Rock Out at the Gold Dust Lounge. Enjoy the mayhem and get on the bus!
~audra~

A Happy (and Hairy) Heavy Metal Halloween Top Thirteen!

Posted by Kelly S. Osato, October 31, 2010 01:13pm | Post a Comment
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If you missed banging your head during the three hour heavy/hair metal sets DJ BJ (who shared many glory stories of nights spent in the trenches of the glamorous Hollyweird sleaze-rock scene) and I spun this past Friday at Amoeba Music San Francisco, here's a wee cross-section of the darkest and most sinister selections you can spin for your pleasure whether you're spending this Halloween night in your inner oubliette or amongst fiends!

1.) "Halloween" - King Diamond

2.) "Touch of Evil" - Judas Priest

3.)
"God Bless the Children of the Beast" - Motley Crue

4.)
"Madhouse" - Anthrax

5.)"Walk in the Shadows" - Queensryche

6.)
"Close My Eyes Forever" - Lita Ford feat. Ozzy Osbourne

7.) "
Fear of the Dark" - Iron Maiden

8.) "Black Sabbath" - Black Sabbath

9.) "
Gail" - Alice Cooper

10.)"
Midnight/Tornado" - Skid Row

11.) "
Scared" - Dangerous Toys

12.) "Iced Earth" - Dracula

13.) "Halloween" - Helloween


Texas in My Rear-View Mirror: A Few Observations on Texas, Urban Cowboys, Hair Metal and Manly Footwear

Posted by Charles Reece, April 19, 2008 05:16pm | Post a Comment

"Don't rock the jukebox; I wanna hear some Jones.  'Cause my heart ain't ready for the Rolling Stones."

I just returned from my annual trek to Dallas, which is always a bit depressing, but it's "home."  Dallas is sort of the nexus where God meets commerce, with the former and its cognates of tradition and morality always losing out to the latter.  All a moneyed interest has to do is play to the ideal Dallas existing in the minds of its citizens, and the local governing body will allow just about any historical site to be torn down.  Hell, this largely conservative population will even vote for increased taxes if sports are involved.  (As parochial wisdom has it, sports -- despite being universally popular -- are part of our Southern essence; God bless the Cowboys.)  Consequently, the town itself (which, due to white flight, is more Dallas County than just Dallas these days) has little charm or uniqueness -- i.e., no sense of place -- left to it.  It exists as pure concept, which is why it's a great place to be from, just not to live.  To paraphrase Gertrude Stein, thar ain't no thar thar.  Anyway, I have friends in Austin, so I use them as a good excuse to go to the one true Texan town, Austin (although many of its long-term residents wouldn't agree -- but they ought to try living in Dallas).  After listening to the Townes compilation that I brought with me, I discovered that my aunt had removed the cds I leave in her car for this particular occasion.  That meant once more through Townes and then on to the accursed Texas radio.
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
-- The Doors, The Wasp
I'm no Morrison scholar and can't say I pay much attention to his lyrics, but naming a song about Texas radio "The Wasp" captures what often passes for culture there: bourgeois consumerism in place of illusory country values.  I've yet to hear King Bob Wills on the radio (including the 25 years when I was a resident), but I always get my yearly dose of Van Hagar and 50 Cent every time I visit, just by using the scan function on the car radio.  And if you ever wonder why bands that used to be called nü-metal are still putting out albums, out yonder is the answer.  It all is the continuing (de-)evolution that I remember from high school, where all the wannabe cowpolks in FFA used to wear dusters and cowboy boots.  They would pull into the school parking lot alternately blasting RUN-DMC or Reba from their shortbeds.  They exaggerated their drawl and said stuff like "bulldoggyshit."  Urban Cowboy was lost on them, if they saw it at all, taking it as another fashion code rather than a lament for dying cowboy authenticity within modernity's sprawl.  Unfortunately, even as a fashion statement, it was already out of date for these future suburban cowboys.