The Joup Friday Album: White Lung – White Lung

maxresdefaultI have a new director who, in three films, has planted himself in my favorites category. Richard Bates, Jr. Man! This guy’s films are fantastic – funny, uncomfortable, disturbing and sometimes horrific, Mr. Bates really knocks it out of the park with Suburban Gothic and Trash Fire, the two films I had seen previously (the former is on Prime, the latter Netflix). Then, a couple of nights ago I got around to the film of his I’d been saving since I discovered it on Shudder: Excision.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

The Cure DisintegrationAnd, as with all good things, we come to an end. My end with this particular column, at least. I’m hoping the future for Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying will unfold in an irregular but enthusiastic embracing by my fellow Jouptonians, and every now and again (or as often as anyone wants) a column pops up under this banner, no order to the choice of the four subjects necessary. As with everything on this site, write what moves you at the moment; if we see twelve drinking columns in a row, so be it! Nine crying posts? Good! For now though, let’s go into the final Cry.

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Jennifer CharlesHere’s to your f*&king Frank, to paraphrase a favorite film.

Loveage: Songs to Make Love To Your Old Lady By purports, in a somewhat tongue-in-cheek way, to be a sonic aphrodisiac. The entire tableaux around which this Dan the Automator-conceived and produced, trip-hop masterpiece is built is so thorough, so painstakingly thought out, that when I saw them live in early 2002, Nakamura (The Automator’s real name) and Mike Patton wore smoking jackets and Jennifer Charles wore a slip.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Roadhouse Bar Brawl edit1999. Schlitz Family Robinson had died at least a year before, and Mr. Brown and I were trying to make it work with new people. I did a brief stint in Grez and Sonny’s follow-up project, The Harlem Circus (later The Harlem Circuit), but I wasn’t feeling it. I played one show with those guys and went back to recording odd 4-track music with Brown. Then an old friend, Jason Wayne Sneed, called me up out of the blue. He’d started a project with Mike Pearson of the Blue Meanies and a drummer named Dave. Pearson had left, and they needed a guitar player and a singer. Brown. Baker. Sneed. Dave. Universal Product was born.

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Drumcondra Pub Example“After the shower I got dressed up nice to go out; Nichola and I were supposed to go to The Kitchen (U2’s club), to meet up with Joe and Tony. Nichola was still doing her make-up when I heard a knock at the door.

This is where shit got interesting.

Something about the knock put me on high alert. There was something malevolent about it. Maybe I’m imaging that now, I don’t know, but there was a feeling that came with that knock. And when Mrs. Ryan answered the door and I heard a voice say, ‘I’m looking for my sister, she’s staying here with two Americans,.’ I froze.”

The Joup Friday Album: The Atlas Moth – Coma Noir

The Atlas Moth - Coma Noir Album CoverI’m new to The Atlas Moth, so as my appreciation for their caustically unique brand of post/core/metal whatever is a fresh one. That’s why I wanted to take the open opportunity to post it here for The Joup Friday Album – to try and turn some others onto what I’m finding is a deeply rewarding album.

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tombstoneThe day they put my friend Aaron in the ground was the day that I learned the power of Amazing Grace when played by Bagpipes.

2000. I don’t remember the month, or the day. I was in a fugue. I had almost hung out with Aaron the night he died, had called him that Friday to invite him to go see a new band I’d just picked up the debut album by, a group called High on Fire I’d heard compared to Ozzy-era Sabbath. I was excited. They were playing Chicago’s legendary Double Door. Aaron seemed excited too. He almost went. But he didn’t.

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