So the past couple of weeks have been hell.
I moved on the weekend, which went okay - I realized....actually I already new that I have nomadic tendencies and a obsession with not owning many material items which compels me to obsessively throw things out - so when I moved into my new place, I realized I have very little furniture. I don't own a table or any chairs outside of my computer chair. I do not own much that isn't second-hand...and falling apart. I threw out some furniture, remnants from asshole ex-boyfriends that had been given stereo equipment, etc, to me when they left town, so that left me with moving about 25-30 boxes of stuff, in which if there was ever a fire, I'd be in serious trouble.
I am afraid of accumulating "stuff" because I like the idea of if needed, I can quickly pack and move wherever I want. The problem is, is that I do own several, several books and CD's. Too many. So while I am officially young anymore I feel like my apartment always looks like a guys college dorm room.
Enough about that. I'm now trying to convince myself to replace some of the stuff I tossed, but why do I really need it? I'd rather spend my money on travel and camera equipment.
DevilDriver, Suffocation Show
I covered the show for Exclaim! and the review is up now. It was a lot of fun, and I was pleased that the show seemed to be sold-out. I was able to get between the stage and the barrier and it was a trip to be so close to the guys from Suffocation, whom I love and DevilDriver, whom admittedly, I was not really a big fan of as I hadn't really checked out their music. But Dez Farfara? Smokin' hot! I dunno, that guy was mad cute and they played a fantastic set. The above picture is of Terrance Hobbs who is the rhythm guitarist for Suffocation and man, could those guys play. It was fun to watch the bassist, as the dude was throwing down.....pretty impressive (and quite raunchy) for a white guy, as he really threw his back into it. Yes, I know that is somewhat wrong to point out but this is my blog, dammit. And you know what? It was great to see brothers Hobbs and drummer Mike Smith ( who cut off all his beautiful dreads! WHY???) represent.
Goatwhore, another band who I'm pretty fond of also played a fantastic set, as well as openers Thy Will Be Done. My photos completely sucked, which almost caused me to cry as I sat downloading blackened shots at 1:00 in the morning, but a big hat tip goes out to fellow Hellbound contributor, Albert Mansour who took the above photo and hung out with me at the show.
Girls, Girls, Girls
I must say that once again I was surprised at the amount of groupies, and that there were even any groupies. I think it is because if I go alone and I'm working, I'm up at the front - also because I'm 5'5 and I want to see, so I'm usually hovering around either at the side of the stage or right at the barrier so I get to see the 'ladies' either going backstage or at this show, one of the roadies for DevilDriver came out and picked a young chick wearing a corset out of the crowd and escorted her backstage. There was an older woman from the States who was following Suffocation around on their tour and a handful of pretty crusty young, young girls hanging around who I assume could be local.
The whole thing kinda puzzles me. Maybe it's because I'm old, but it is really tragic, especially watching guys grope the inappropriately dressed girls who were crowd surfing through the pit. The girls I witnessed didn't seem to mind, so I don't even know what to say. But for those of us who work in the industry as roadies, management or writers / reviewers like myself who are not using our sexuality to get a leg up, I have a bit of a problem with it. But I also believe in personal responsibility, which is why I am not that worried....or would go out of my way to ensure that the jail-bait I saw was not getting into trouble backstage. Personal responsibility. But I have seen young scantily-clad girls, especially at the Down show, that caused me some concern, but part of me says, just mind your own business.Hell, I've always preferred metal dudes, but even when I was in my twenties, trying to get backstage to give some random guy a blow-job didn't cross my mind. The 80's are over, folks.