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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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

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.

Joup Friday Album: Xavier Rudd live…2018

XavierRuddband2018Listen and watch this live performace of Xavier Rudd and tell me it’s a cop out. I’ll respect you if you do but somehow I don’t think you will. Remarkable live show at the Metro in Chicago yesterday lead me to this playlist. It’s worth it. Google it if you like…go on. Incredible band, dynamic and very together. The band I saw was a little different, Bobby Alu was not on drums but a wonderful fijian female drummer Lisa Purmodh. Ian Peres was again along for this tour on the keys and rounding out the quartet was Ethiopian Yosa Haile on Electric Bass. All four played percussion at some point of the set.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Steak KnifeTwo weeks ago I related the story of meeting Nichola, the sexy Irish blonde who, in the fall of 2001, was to be my first one night stand. Well, she didn’t actually end up being a one night stand – I was never very good at that sort of thing, as the subsequent tale I told of flying to Dublin to meet back up with her demonstrates. The second part of that tale is coming in two weeks, in the meantime however, I realized to give a better understanding of her character, I should go a bit further into the night we met.

The Joup Friday Album: Burzum – Filosofem

Burzum - FilosfemWell, Grez recently got in over his head in a high stakes poker game in Vegas and right now, none of us know where he is, so the powers that be asked if I would be so kind as to fill in for him on the Joup Friday Album this week. As a goat busy spreading the word of his Master, I’m a bit booked up, but luckily I found an open slot in my morning schedule and figured I’d turn in a quickie. So, to open up your weekend in a dark and foreboding sort’a way, I give you – Filosofem, by Burzum.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

83208899Never having been that much of a fighter myself, one of the eventual problems with this column is, unless I go out and start picking new fights, I’m going to run out of events to relate here, at least in the “Fighting” column. I still have at least two really good stories from my own life that I want to include here, however one of those is rather involved, and the other requires me to scrape together audio from a cassette tape, convert it to digital, and then upload it to youtube. So, in the interim (and because I’m still working on a writing deadline and carrying the weight of my day job so, you know, time) I thought I’d devote a column to what is, in my opinion, possibly the best fight scene in a movie ever.

The Joup Friday Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0 – Lauryn Hill

Album cover of MTV Unplugged 2.0 by Lauryn HillAs a single, child-free woman, I’ve found myself with not one, but two, pregnant friends this summer. Both are expecting boys. And I cannot wait.

Childbearing is something I’ve never wanted or done. While many women experience the proverbial biological clock, or feel pangs of longing whenever they encounter babies, I’ve never been there. My role models were always older, child-free women with rich, fulfilling lives, complete with travel, careers, relationships, and adventure. Having a kid in the mix would do nothing but tie me down.

Yet I would take – and give – a bullet for my nephew.

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