"There's cuter girls in ska." - Walter Schreifels

june 25, 2016 via Turned Out A Punk

distressed spirals straight stupid arrows shot from under a bus station 
                    from this grimy hypocrite goblin
           maybe i spit stupid because spit and i with an s makes me.

(this "publication" was made for me to talk about emo, by extension hardcore to the trunk through all the branches and leaves of the tree; for the sake of just that. shooting the moon and her stars through a toilet seat. i don't claim to be an "authority", ever. also writing this with the awareness of where the world's at and how "important" all this is in comparison...take everything in here at face value, the only thing i hope is that you find new bands and feel welcome and supported in this mess/forget about any woes hopefully. words are words. even through my sarcasm in the last sentence...all of this is important to a degree because real change echoes out of where you care about most. i apologize for coming off as preachy/holier than thou prick/entirely removed from society consequently reality; i want to see dreams realized.) i'm disingenuious been nowhere done squat, growing oranges in vices getting lemon juice in paper cuts. watch as i defile myself! for "knowledge" is the snake that eats the egg! i am the fruit of good and evil! it's all meant to be honey from the comb.

I'm talking down at you! the tongues wheel on taunting occum; though what is holy in miser pockets? within these realms we frequent, there is a lot of bailing the water out of the boat or rather accepting fate as a lifeless buoy for the barges to paint our "coral reef". conditioned to open the mouth for the flame and restrain our brushes; lick the frosting and assume the taste of the cake. though many cant ignore the see-through bottom of the boat, we haven't been afloat for quite some time: kicking off the year with splits from familiars, legacy tour packages you sacrificed your pinky for now announced for the fifth time, the "trickle down" administration allocation of palid grey smaller tours and aspyxiated held off karma chameleon releases, the "original" and "fine wine" are mere grains on this shallow bottom of pauper's pearls. at least there's food on the table... has been the sigh to force down. the die hard bandcamp neanderthal stays in the cave denying the intense sunlight, charting star charts pening youtube algorithm treasures for town's that stoned paul and stephen. meanwhile local haunts are crumbling as ghosts and shadows of the approaching grey, now merely a playbook for a suit. leaving surrounding bands largely bitter, poking at festival slots being taken by *ahem* "unknown mid-life crisis acts" as the younger bands die off when the oven is just getting hot due to coals conditioned for virality, lightning for tik-tok social bottle and bank, for some rare cloth a now tradesman sweated in who lives off of picture perfect flashbacks of the taste of dirt and dust kicked up in a basement in tom's river; the reaping. the tortured souls of youth now left as cynical manefestations of "unknown mid-life crisis acts"; with no "incentive" for making "content" "touring". (and they say we're commies) to the beholder, the foundation and kids like us sets at fya went off. my local scene is what looks like largely made up of now almost thirty year olds. which to the unholy beholder, is heresy. because youth is only something to take advantage of no longer to enjoy and expierence as perennial. as we see christmas plague stores before the dead have a chance to wake on their "hallow evening." since we're all on appointment now.

goes without saying...open the darkening curtains and behold a black sun. prayers for our tortured fall amongst eternal brimstone the backs of our weak, innocent, damned and guilty as we seek in desperate thirst. may our hearts be patiently filled to purify our waters with passion. lord of lords a sword for crossed swords. end to all orders and quarters. im all for fairweather friends just gotta learn to bet red or black ya know look, we all know the story; hero's tale, hubris, the lifecycle of your local stomping grounds. since around summer we lost to my knowledge like 3 of various sizes/caps or whatever; and seemingly to me it's kinda like a let's make a 10 car pile up on insta or i guess bluesky now, which to me to i think belies a sort of good quality, tenacity. someone always finds a spot somehow in some hole...bad news spreads amongst us roaches till day pulls the curtains and we scatter. just i dont want to take it for granted, not just the venue itself or the people behind it but all of "it". making this "zine" now "journal "diary" "blog" thing, recording demos over and over way into the night and twilight, scraping them a few days later, having some kid allegedly punch a hole through the sheet rock and lose your lease and having to tell the bands/promoters/bookers etc. ya that happened my bad idk what to tell ya all good. this last spot didnt even last a year, at most like 10ish months. and thats why its hard to get "steady shows" out here on the middle of the island; our (hyper) local stomping grounds/watering hole/graveyard/church/capstone/whathaveyou...is a "humble" little hovel hidden in plain sight on the beaten path...next to shop rite. ...a local kid leased to push more shows out apart from his cramped basement; if you ask me one too many undesireables strangers weirdos noise ordinances dirrahea bathroom bombs, you dont got to worry about all of that "less" headache on paper. also worth mentioning, a seemingly completley noble and good thing: wanting/WILLING to sign away your skin on a lease to pack in heads in literally no where middle of long island just to have bands and people out side of the immediate circle to have a spot again on paper: less "worry" + more "cool crap" = growth, right? you would think. since the spot got rolling like last april early may when the weather's getting warmer more/newer kids coming out... graffiting the parking lot and stuff like that after the show; hanging out a little too long. commotion commotion motion of the ocean ya know. and i guess mr and mrs shoprite, regal cinemas and a pizza shoppe get super bummed on 16 year olds spraying paint shouting obsanities through a juvenle ice grill at grandmothers wanting to buy a cheesecake for their neice and nephew. not a "bad area" in terms of trouble. anyways i digress, as usual. basicially since that incident and possibley another occasion shortly after the kid leasing the joint has been getting more heat from the shop owners, and the owner of the lease as well i assume, on top of the burning funeral pyre that is daring to operate a music venue. the graffiti wasn't even like tags or whatever it was like a doodle of a cat face from a dead bored numbskull in the margins of their marble notebook, i say that as once being that dead bored numbskull. and so you go and find something to do cause you got to do something with yourself and your 2 friends and you cant/dont want to go home. let's look at some other "universally well known stereotypical" venues, idk cbgb's...pretty "clean", abc no rio..."rusty nails"... gilman...go into a bathroom in any venue/bar/club//hole/dive and read the pen ink writings of names, slogans, quotes, stickers, flyers, mop streaks, the infamous upper decker, my personal favorite was a list of movie titles describing the quality/expierence of your just past bowel movement...flubber... here's the thing, im with the "you gonna tell peter punk over there to respect (the idea of) a corporate instuition?" take your hat off before entering the church/knights of colombus, nod to the vet in the vfw who let you scream and roll around when he "perfected the art" overseas spreading american dominance over wide-eyed broken children/families. just like he, many others, the venue owner and everyone else...YOU GOTTA DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO; THERE IS NO REQUIREMENT TO CARE IN THIS WORLD. its just weird seeing all the finger wagging no no, like, imagine doing that to someone tearing up the planks at cb's. or like raybeez for laying into someone who may or may not of deserved it. it's..strange...you get what you ask for i guess. let a bunch of (once) "misfit miscreant weirdos" into your door what's going to happen if we're all welcome to be ourselves? mi casa es su casa. I'm just not a fan of the lack of "drive" most bands have nowadays, including mine; especially when this whole "epidemic" is omnipresent. "what's the point if no one cares?" that's the point, because no one does; except you expect us. no one cared or cares about anything when it's just a drop of rain of the oncoming flood. that's literally the best part. we set the terms. if it were up to me i'd hit the reset button. and if all this sounds weird...good; we're getting cut down regardless so stand for what you believe in, try to at least. then maybe you should nod to the vet, thank the pastor/rabbi for hosting the bands. maybe you shouldn't punch through the sheet rock in the hallway and ruin all the shows, even if some sucked it's a good time. and once more for those in the back, i hear you what's more important, a genocide or sxsw? im not here to choose your battles, all i ask is that you care about something. because this world teaches us not to; and that bothers me, as i sit here typing the story rather than being apart of them.

originally, this "issue" or "article" (more an issue considering my frame of mind; frozen soul icycle mindstate) i sandwitched a mixtape in between here for you to browse while you can look up from your phone at the writings covering the stalls. turns out as much as my unintentional tone conveys somewhat of a spine; i'm more akin to this fine fellow.

so i figure just let this "zine" be a picture for future me. creating; whatever it is feels good, gives "purpose" as pathetic as that sounds; people don't need a purpose to be loved. coloring a piece of paper, i couldn't and won't tell you what it means; but there's something.

here's some chicken scratch scarred into my brain; if you're in need of some fresh flavorless gum to chew. let things out, especially if you can make it cool; work in progress over here. definitley more of a schizophrenic journal than a "zine" though if you ask me those two aren't far off.

i am fondly reminded after "conversations" recently about why all this is important; to me. that all of my efforts will never be wasted in trying to convince others, with society the knives of society dancing with yours around your eye sockets why it should be. we keep barking, it's loud, hoarse, pitiful, threatening even if you feed into it since i sense its not even the tip of the iceberg when we eventually walk right off these short cliffs lemmings we are (taught to be). im done with that mentality. I don't want to see that happen. im done with vanity and ignorance on my part. e tu bruté? do as you wish you have my blessing, respect, and love always have since you give me the world. always. i don't want to just take. if no one can talk no one can learn. growth is not just the garden.

buy into the manufactured war get what's yours; everything. become what you hate; become what you hate. not really a fan of someone making my own decesions not hear, there, their, here; hare. abounding we go two horizons a know here, there, their, hear; hare. i don't know why stop? we be food here, there, their here; hare. so i won't stop you abounding we go two horizons.

i touched upon it; the "slow eventual death" of skateboarding, or rather our generational perception of the "art" "medium" is deprived and depraved. whether the former begot the latter or vice-versa is up to eternal debate across mutiple facets including our own. punk is dead punk is dead punk is dead amongst the raining paper sentiments; green cheers get your money boo boo! whether we're aware of it or not, "big industry" has always been intertwined or even integral to the culture. before vision streetwear and airwalk bursted into the scene back in like the mid 80s touting the "skater-owned and operated" moniker and badge shined before slappying the curb in front of the office, to the "world (industries)" painting the next "eternal stars" gonz, natas, jesse martinez, randy colvin, ron chapman...mike v... there were generations prior doing airs, inverts, edgers, bertlemanns, smith stalls and street plants...free style, slalom in air force 1s and chuck taylors, get em' cheap from overstocked surplus sales for the new school year only to be ruined by the end of the first week. the lone "core shoe brand" vans were humbly serving more localized populations; giving pairs away to the needy/lacing up the alva team before the legacy of steve cab. rocco didn't care about the "industry", "community" around a thing he couldn't recognize as "skateboarding"; rocco cared about his vision of "skateboarding", whatever the cost even the "industry" itself. it turns out a lot of people felt the same way, so it seems. the generation under "that"; given....eventually man falls under chaos. "core" is a "priveledge"; something you work for, bleed for, earn. not everyone has a skateshop down the block. not everyone has a venue down the street; record store; etc. you make it work. building off the pyramids left by the ancient greats we herald because they made it work with less, because they care; because you care. a flower blooms, friendships form, a garden grows; a culture is born. while "non core" does one thing and one thing only; make shoes/product. im not sitting here, troll under the bridge rubbing my grimy paws together, giggling jumping up and down waiting for us all to slip trip go heel over head weebles wobble into the river thump the noggin on a rock and forget everything we once knew. sound familiar? content content content conetent. we can't make the same mistake skateboading is making. nike, adidas, new balance; while they do a lot "for the culture" (arguably for clout/meeting projected sales numbers/beating the competition; oh "so and so bearings" can't do the contest this year nike will sponser it, monster will sponser it, give you a bigger prize pool too. time marches on... hey, what happened to "so and so bearings?".) they're able to employ "retired" pros, make videos that "progress" the act of skateboarding where "talk" surrounding the act has become stretching discourse, ice baths, excercise "off the board", mental preparation; appealing to the masses. rather than "talking smack" in the "shop" about noseslide nollie flips, goofy boy (II), not that video the other video with the obscure emo bands...accepting the "long-lens strobeck face-trick-face" (nothing against him that's his film style he the dude) rather than trying to do something different. metalcore/hxc font tees and hoodies raining from the heavens. wood shops lowering board minimums so the homie with 3k followers can get 50 boards made turn "fools" "pro" while we go...who? even a social media page is a "brand" now. it's all eyeballs rather than an identity, if you got eyes you got money. and sadly "core skateboarding" "core punk/hxc...etc." needs more than just eyes. it's always been a blood bath and "now the industry" is giving the kombatants halberds and land-mines. skateboarding in the olympics? dope; one "side" must stay open for the stream to reach the ocean. otherwise no one drinks. just don't drink from the ocean (saltwater ya know). recently lakai had to sell, es as well, before that dwindle with the loss of almost, cliche, enjoi...new blood alltimers... 917 lost in translation with the next generation. the definition of skateboarding, punk; it's not "clearly defineable" anymore. look back a few decades. boom, boom that's skateboarding. that's punk. though that might just be a result of the passage of time, hindsight and reflection. baker era growing towards the moon of the drifting bittersweet ending girl/chocolate era, flip and menikmati with sole tech now bringing up emerica, flip coming in swinging from across the pond along with silent assassins blueprint; the workshop...welcome to hell... what's today's identity? clicks? likes? skaters wanted to make an impression on soley their peers; skateboarders, who they admire and look up to. i imagine with punk and hardcore it was more or less the same; who cares what jv laccrose says about my band and the 15 person shows at eric's garage.

let "the kids" have fun and "the adults" swim; spilling wine in the pool yelling at each other (not age dependent). perhaps we care too much? a kid today probably doesn't care what board is under their feet; what guitar is in their hands. so long as they forge their own path through this social media post-apacalyptic wasteland. perhaps we're holding on to a corpse, a relic of a far gone past time; a "rule-set" within disciplines and art forms which faze right through; perfect ghosts. where our only communication with "the core" was through "the core"; videos that took years to make, monthly/bi-monthly mags filled with photos, ads, sequences that were shot at least half a year prior to that. "you hear what penny did?" heads and fools can perfectly recall pat duffy's part in video days, rob welsh spinning dice, kareem campbell's note in 20 shot sequence; how many pairs of sal 23's in dan wolfe's eastern exposure 3? a whole generations only contact with their obsession was ONE VIDEO so of course they have a strong memory/attachment to a "board brand". look at the board companies that started recently; jaccuzi, opera, 2 cents, vinyl... just off the top o' the dome. it's easy for me to be ignorant/hate something i don't understand (or think i understand). it's easy to hate ride on grinds and 16mm b-roll of cathedral spulunking, close-up homie; lens-flares...its' easy to hate trends. do i want to see something else? "originality?"...not really... everyone is an unknown, at the jump and long after the jump off. flip it on it's head and you get today, you have access to every video that ever came out; even the obscure midwest local shop vid of 20 years ago. international scenes now at the touch of a button. youtube tutorials of whatever trick from all four corners from "joe's to pro's"... you don't have to "be in the know" you don't have to drop out and trek to the west coast. more resources to learn, skateboarding (also punk) progressing and progressing; what took at least a year to learn ollies is now being done in a weekend in some garage out there for the gram by people who've never been on a skateboard. though in that year gino got the push. with more outlets, resources and ways to go about "making a career" we're given oddly enough more time for other interests. as supposed to the emb corner kids; the heads at tompkins, love, pulaski, who literally had nothing let alone any other interests; this was escape, solace. culture changes it's never stagnant which is natural and a good thing. perhaps its just fun to skate, play guitar and make things... perhaps it just sucks and is draining to run a business; "monetize" produce "content" as the more it's reduced to "content" is more rubble in the hands. until we're left with fallen empires and remnants of sculptures of where we wish we were/stayed. the culture will be fine. accept they moved on... don't make "content"...whatever that means. even then do whatever you want. now considering the nation and the world; how our interests and passions inform/shape our "understanding"... (i was going to go in on how the absorption of subculture into the mainstream has homogonized or "blunted the edge" of what we once were, how we areguably don't get as many "unique" characters; "styles" "bands" "artists" as we did when you only had timecode jammed into the vcr..but i rest my case.) doesn't serve anyone...im not trying to change others, just want to be happy with/in the thing that i love.) is humanity more important than "skateboarding" "punk music" everything in this world?... throwers to growers

upon coming across another, "so and so industry is dead!?" shock vid... let's get all of this out of our systems, chew spit out the poison, don't swallow toothpaste (trust me) all conjecture here: if a "culture" or "subculture" has direct ties to a "industry" (industry: n.(late Middle English: from French industrie or Latin industria -> 'diligence') from Merriam-Webster Dictionary: 1a. manufacturing activity as a whole. 1b. a distinct group or profit-making enterprises. 1c. a department or branch of a craft, art, business, or manufacture...especially: one that employs a large personnel and capital especially in manufacturing. 1d. systematic labor especially for some useful purpose or the creation of something of value. industry makes no distinction between craft/art and business/manufacture. industry sees "culture" as "systematic labor for a useful purpose/value". ...what is more "useless/purposeless" than skateboarding and music...[insert "what this means to me" speech here] life doesn't come with a purpose. not needed. not how we are defined and valued. from Google: 1a. economic activity concerned with the processing of raw materials and manufacture of goods in factories. 1b. a particular form or branch of economic or commercial activity. 1c. informal. an activity or domain in which a great deal of time or effort is expended. 2. hard work. industry is a "warped twisted world" of our own. detached, quantified to a desired value based upon labor. industry is never a full complete realization of who/what we are; rather a starved and bitter husk of what we once were. hence all the woe is me i told you so commiseration of the present. if a cat is kept in a box all it's life from day 1 to day end, can we insist dave was a cat?; does dave's cat kin, clan and heritage "outside the box" call dave a cat? does dave even identify as a cat? lived like a cat? was dave living? or rather reduced to a pulse confined to the whims of the box? believe it or not there are no "wrong answers". maybe dave accepts and was content with dave's lot; was grateful, happy and lived the best life dave could within "the box". maybe dave's only concern was gaming the whims of the box; what else was there? maybe dave wasn't even aware of "beyond" the box. maybe dave was too distraught to process dave's feelings, or anything at all. maybe dave insists dave is a cat despite not "living like" and exhibiting the "traditional/key hallmarks" of catdom; and as a result ("rightly" or otherwise) was further isolated now as an outcast; this week's scratching post and bull's-eye. maybe dave was right; assuming that regardless of anything and everything dave did what made dave happy. random thought: say the industry never existed, would street skateboarding have "naturally progressed" out of the downfall of vert skateing/competition? from the crowded and caged ramps/parks, backyard pools; catching the bus to then push another 5 miles to the "spot" to taking and dishing elbows for your "run", "practice" of the set/expected pattern of tricks from every rat to run the same maze "for real" the next day; get snaked and vibed out by the older crew, "this is our park!" and "keeper of the ramp" shenanigans... that is, does culture "evolve" without "industry" or to put it as its humble unassuming seed: outside interest/curiosity? does hardcore punch through the warner and columbia insurgents/agents: the ramones and the clash, a little later the clever labeled "new wave" elvis costello and the bleeker bob's window-shoppers? does a culture even have to "progress"? judging soley on the "fallout" of/around these two worlds, probably. but is that due to "industry demand" or sheer boredom of its participants? if you want to make "art" or "music" or "skate" for the industry; "big check" only capitalizing on the "power moves" and the oppurtunities therein/surrounding it, advertisement/endorsement deals, big festivals etc. more power to you, all respect fine by me that's your right. if you want to make "art" or "music" or "skate" for absolutely "nothing" but "yourself" "love" "expression" for the people and "core-community" around you etc.; more power to you as well. same thing. there's a whole endless middle-ground too; nothing is really stark fork in the road this or that way.

hi, writer from the future. as i'm reading this isle skateboards closed the doors and swallowed the key. what starts as offering becomes routine sacrifice, for feather capped jenson found that perspective no matter the angle, tint, illumination of our world; eventually is quantified and sharpened to unpassioned battle in the capitalist cage. as time marches us to the frontlines there is change. different wants, intentions, dreams, anything and everything can change. having conflicting interests when "doing business" with people's, friend and family's livelihood, is a iceberg worthy of praise with more than a decade white-knuckling humanity in the thuruh. the skateboard brand was essentially holding jenson back from fully expressing himself creatively; to think having different or even conflicting interests within a culture or an art or otherwise would have an opposite, enrichment cultivation with diversity and inclusivity being paramount. perhaps it's natural, just as the seasons cycle with winter currently killing what we know, conceive, believe; for us to soon begin a new. subculture today is almost entirely surface level, you can listen to a podcast, look up almost everything there is to know about idk parkour without actively/traditionally participating. which i think is good and valuable. isle started over a decade ago appealing to a specific niche skateboarder; someone outside of the high five good vibe air of ca.2010, the prior crailtap camp and ty evans leading the charge. of course there were other new brands at the time: Magenta, Palace, Polar pulling attention from the states who dominated eyeballs, aethestics, philosophies, movers shakers thinkers, tugging the heart, uprooting "centric" for far too long as evident in this new found perspective coalesced in a "newly" found land. whether by will or chance, or both; nowadays many of these brands have found a place to hang their cap; polar big boys selling themselves, palace hinging, pivoting, skewing, teasing the intertwined worlds of skate, fashion, "street-wear", large franchises and golden arches. isle kept the derby on indoors, a lil too brisk out there, blistery even sticking to the familiar with twists and a captivating signature. of course these "brands" are undeniable in terms of footage sheer skateboarding, what i want to illuminate is the fact these brands were/are more apt to the full length vid as it was the jump start to what and where they are in this "zeit=polter=geist"; especially at a time where the girl camp's misfire was heard around the world, pretty sweet sadly larking a gentle swan song of a bygone era; as thrasher, transworld, other "media" the berrics, "moguls" "entrepenours" could then and now take to youtube and then soon instagram to find a new life in different skin standing in our content vomit, with the same board. isle at the time with vase made a king post of a video, not to discredit the "others" and the "indie" life blood crews stirring the soul with the undying vx, iphone, nintendo 3ds, with skate clips of a thousand hands, soon to be ten million along with the current woodshop hydra head of skate companies chewing up skateshops and spitting out shrapnel for breakfast; there's pluses and minuses to everything even batteries. the decline of "traditional" coverage of skateboarding, print magazines, vhs tapes/dvds, stills, sequences, who's hots and interviews, demos; allowed for a whole skate scene to flourish with unknown brigandes and heroes of youtube due to the fact "traditional skateboarding" at some point lost a lifeline with a certain "demographic", children. isle offered their greyscale, weathered, downcast london cobblestone and towering beaten arches as an echo of familiarity, struggle and hope painting an approach, an escape that's real; this thing is breathing and real. a path to something a somewhere nick jenson, jacob harris and co. (friends) created that i felt i could create with what's around me; rather than wearing painted on smiles too jaded and tired to taste pretty sweet dreams, isle and the likes were painting them, and i wanted/want to be a part of that. im not trying to be harsh on girl, chocolate and the video itself, the skating and the team is phenomenal to me it seems that i chewed the same piece of gum for too long is all. there was also what seemed like a sudden tension amongst family and kin as a result of all that hard work and skating they do/did for so long without any refrain, always delivering something uninamginable something they could only cook up in your kitchen. they are/were monarchs of the "industry" for forever in one way shape or form; though that brought sparks and smoke despite everything they've been through which is normal. all the shoe deal debacles, nike, adidas, cons "stealing" riders, they tried to keep it together with spit and elbow grease rather than let the tide natrally flow into the ocean. it flared up no pun intended and as a result smaller brands such as isle suddenly were seen on the horizon, with the help of josh stewart and theories of atlantis giving them and other "euros" distribution to first the northeast then the rest of the US. all this exhausting circling, retreading, hammer on the head from this bonehead nonsense leads to this bonehead's question: lakai was working on a full length the same time jacob harris was; pretty sweet and eleventh hour/vase respectively. you had others as well: mark dunning in chicago, tj gaskill and grant yansura in florids, out of the twincities boondoggle bringing davis torgerson to light, bronze 56k sidlauskas east coast, panebianco catching the philly heads with sabotage; as well as josh stewart who is still keeping the flame alive; off of trailblazers such as dan wolfe and the many nameless and unnamed. few years later strobek exploading with supreme's cherry; influencing a whole generation felt to this day and quite honestly for time eternal. so what happenend then specifically between pretty sweet and vase? i guess if you want to include all the crews and local vids as well. why did pretty sweet "bomb" and vase "soar"? is it intent? with pretty sweet seemingly wanted to let us know they are still top of the pops, breadwinners, despite the tiredness and the dust after years and years of toiling for the best skateboarding and angle with thought and simple fun to the forefront through ty's sophistication and unrelenting dilligence. the same skateboarding that inspired harris and all the new crop of filmnmakers and skaters to do it now with better resources and avenues that crippled the middle man, the messenger. fresh drive starry-eyed throwing themselves through the world all by themselves with a just as simple post, but those aren't real skaters though right? just make sure you can say that you're happy, someone out there is eventually going to try to convince you otherwise (intentionally/unknowingly). there's a lot of unhappiness out there, all i'm saying is do your best to live your life and be aware of your decesions. cause no one else is going to do that for you. and to maybe stop talking about it (me).

hellfest is back. reminds me of this hopesfall shirt i got from my cousin. adobe homes are back together to play zbr. marietta rumblings. i know someone from the band was on a movie podcast shout out r/emo. sport has been teasing something for a bit. the spirit of versailles playing your renaissance (as well as kite flying society and kind of like spitting) american nightmare played here; frail and the saddest landscape coming up soon. how do we get more new bands? "save the scene", "save the industry"? i don't know, i just want to make good songs and have fun with my friends; monkey see monkey do. and while i'm "busy working" on "my art" i consider the same context of autonomy (industry) for etniko bandido combating the philipine regime of waring families; who are "too busy" spilling blood carving the land out from under the feet of its people into a trench, from an illusion of home to a bleak hole of mineral and capital. where "art" for the brave collective of creatives is bread wine and spirit. stay warm and safe.