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art every day – 11/22/107

for thanksgiving we had tatas

Day 22 of Art Every Day

Title: “For Thanksgiving we had tatas”

Song: Clutch, Wishbone

For Thanksgiving we had ‘tatas,
succotash and rutabagas.
Then came turkey from the oven.
Broke the wishbone.
Covenants were sealed and set.

Photo taken at mom’s, after the family devoured most of the bird.

I am stuffed beyond all reason. Going to take two tums, roll myself into bed and vow to never eat again as long as I live. Then I’ll go back to mom’s tomorrow for leftovers.

Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving.

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300 bands, 300 songs 76-80, earplug edition

You can now see a plain text list of the songs so far here.

76. Clutch – Shogun Named Marcus
Do you have any idea how hard this was? So many albums to choose from, so many good songs. I spent ALL day thinking about this! And let me tell you, if you never heard of Clutch, go immediately to your illegal downloading program and steal it from someone, or go to Youtube and watch some videos without all the Lars-inspired guilt. I always describe them as early Black Sabbath meets Frank Zappa. How can that be wrong.

So it came down to Promoter and Shogun Named Marcus. I had to go with the song that started my love for this band, the one that I once drove for two hours playing nothing but, the one from which I stole the tagline for my existence (Check it out, I’m like a buzzbomb) and the one makes me visualize ninjas driving a combine.

77. Pantera – Becoming
Mostly for the crazy Dimebag riff. I can’t get enough of that. But also for the sheer power of it. This is the song to have on when you are having this fantasy about being 80 feet tall and walking through a sea of specific people and just crushing them with your giant feet, really stomping on them and squishing down, and then spitting on the mess you left you behind.

78. Slayer – Stain of Mind
Sure, I could have went with any of the classics. But I don’t think there’s a Slayer song that gets me going like this one. The song opens in a frenzy and never lets up. You just clench your teeth and fists as you scream You’ll never feel greater misery/Master of my enemy/Let the purest stain of mind/Wash the virtue from your eyes. Once I had this song on while I was washing the car and my neighbor came over and said “Dude, did someone piss in your Cheerios today? Don’t you have any, you know, Simon and Garfunkel or something?” I knocked him unconscious, branded a pentagram on his chest with a hot needle and left him on the side of the road. Took his wallet, too.

Man, I used to be angry. I just can’t work up that kind of rage anymore. I either got old or got happy.

79. Iron Maiden – Number of the Beast
Ah, British rock and roll heavy with gothic themes and literary references. So…pretentious. Yet, I loved Maiden back in the day. I still listen to them once in a while. I chose this song just because I remember how much fun it was to be driving in a car full of stupid ass kids, drunk and hanging out the window doing the metal sign thing, all trying to sing in that ridiculous falsetto Hell and fire, spawned to be released!

80. Tool – H.
There was a time when I listened to Tool obsessively. They lost something for me along the way. I didn’t get anything out of the last two albums, at least nothing that made me feel the way Opiate, Undertow and Aenima did. Case in point, this song. I love the slow, sludgy sort of way the song builds up, the understated way he sings most of it and then rips it up toward the end. As with most of the earlier songs, it tends to be dark and sometimes a bit eerie and sort of pulls at a place in your gut that you don’t want to visit sometimes (and what kept Prison Sex from being listed here was that it is too dark and pulls you down too much, I really can’t even listen to that song anymore).

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Carin emails and says:

Isn’t it time for a music post? I’m itching to get some new music …I want something I’d enjoy as much as QOTSA, but (obviously) someone else.

Ask and ye shall receive at ABV.

I really don’t feel like uploading songs tonight, so we’re gonna go with youtube. If you like any of these songs/bands, let me know and I’ll share the wealth. Also, not all these bands are like QOTSA, but you may dig them anyhow, Carin.

I also put this under the “best music you never heard” heading even though I know a lot of you know these bands, it’s just easier to keep track of my music posts that way.

First up, Fu Manchu. Heavy, groovy and funky, this band is the musical equivalent of a 71 Chevelle SS. They are all fast cars and airbrushed vans and girls in tube tops.

Next up is Clutch. One of my all time favorite bands, I describe them to the unchristened as early Black Sabbath meets Frank Zappa. Their entire catalog rocks my ass off.


So you’re having a party. It’s going to be the kind of party where there’s so many people, they won’t fit into backyard and they will spill over into your living room and kitchen, maybe even the front yard. There will be things going on the bedroom that you only hear about in whispered rumors weeks later. There will be shattered glass, vomit on the bathroom floor, overturned chairs, tire tracks on your lawn, a turd floating in your pool and several wall holes that will need spackling. At some point there will be the sound of sirens wailing through your neighborhood. The neighbors will complain about the loud, offensive music, the foul-mouthed kids stealing their lawn jockeys, the near-comatose girl on their patio and the car parked on their rhododendrons. Someone will ride a bicycle through your house. Someone will attempt to jump from the second story bedroom window into your pool, and probably miss. The next door neighbor’s 12 year old son will sneak into the party and develop a new vocabulary as well as a drug habit. Your dog will get stoned. There will be a court appearance in your future.

Apocalypse Dudes is the only music selection you need for this party.

Supersuckers: I can’t tell you how much I love this band. This is the kind of music playing in the background of a heated poker game where large, mustached men in denim vests and ten gallon hats drink moonshine and accuse each other of cheating and occasionally pull out a six shooter to make a point. It’s music that belongs on a half warped cassette tape that you shove into the tape deck of your 20 year old car and you sing out loud along with it as your car backfires almost in time to the songs. It reminds you at once of the lights of Vegas, of dirt roads, of Satan and deserts and bar fights and motorcycles. It’s rock and roll, Texas style. And it’s some of the best damn music ever put down on vinyl.

New Bomb Turks – fast, fueled rock and roll, perfect to drive to if you don’t mind speeding tickets. Aggressive speed punk. The kind of stuff that makes you wonder if you should bang your head or start a pit.

Hellacopters: It’s hard, it’s evil, it’s fun, it’s something you listen to while you are doing shots of some illegal liquor that you set on fire before throwing down your throat. And they are LOUD. Like good music is supposed to be. It’s like listening to angry sex. Those Swedes know how to rock.

Rocket From The Crypt – Go out right now and buy their album Scream, Dracula, Scream. Right now. It’s that good. If you don’t own it, you are really missing out on something spectacular. Drunken bar room brawling music.

I could literally do this all night. But this post is getting too long so I’ll stop here. The videos aren’t the best quality, but you can get the idea. And like I said, anything you want more of, just ask. I’m all about getting people to listen to the stuff I like.

Let me know if you listened/watched/enjoyed/hated it.

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