Posts tagged: rock
Saturday May 7th, 2011:
A WHITE SHIRT!
I KNOW! What’s going on?
This is a Testament shirt, who for my money were one of the few truly top-notch thrash groups going.
I got this during a show at the much-missed Astoria theatre in Old London town. The band’s brobdingnagian frontman Chuck Billy had recently got over cancer.
I say got over, he’d actually beaten it to death with it’s own shoes. Look at the picture of Chuck above. This pic was taken one month after Chuck had chemo.
He’s a f**king monster, he really is.
Anyway, all I know is, it was a good show, and afterwards we all went to the club that features in the Prodigy’s Smack My BitchUp video.Something happened to apply a brown stain to the shirt which I’ve never been able to remove.
Here’s some soothing night music:
Thursday May 5th, 2011: For all of my days…
This may look like another example of my woeful pictographic skillz, but no, this shirt actually looks like that.
It’s shit. But everyone who’s ever lived in a small seaside town is contractually obliged to own at least one ‘ho-ho-hilarious’ T-shirt.
It’s WHAT MAKES BRITAIN GREAT.
On the plus side, it gives us an excuse to listen to this:
Wednesday May 4th, 2011:
Happy days are here again eh? What with the sun shining, the birds swaying and the trees singing, it’s definitely time to don apparel suited for the funeral of a particularly depressed donkey isn’t it?
Case in point -this number by Stockholm metallers Katatonia.
not to be confused with Cerys Matthews and the more generally Welsh Catatonia. I know -who’d have thought it would be possible to be more depressing than a Welsh band called catatonia? Somehow these wacky Swedes managed it.
I’ve been trying all morning to remember where I got this. Apparently I found it in my ten at a festival. Which means it might not be mine. Which means it belongs to someone else who was in my tent.
This shirt is size XXL.
Occasionally, a poor memory is a blessing.
Anyway -try this if you need a nap:
Tuesday May 3rd, 2011:
yeah yeah I know, I sure am a suave muthaflippa aren’t I? How could any lady resist a bright orange Seps shirt with the sleeves ripped off? It’s no wonder I have to fight girls off on a daily basis.
To be fair this started life as a proper shirt, but I had it on at Donnington in about 1993, and it was well over 100 degrees that day.
Luckily there was a nice girl on one of the cigarette trucks who lent us some scissors so that we could adapt our clothes to the weather, and spend the rest of the day laughing at Marylyn Manson fans with heat exhaustion. The bloody fools -take off your trenchcoats!
Erm, so Sepultura… well, they weren’t ever really my fave band, but they were allright for about five minutes in 1990, and created possibly the biggest traditional (read dancing, not fighting) mosh pit I’ve ever seen.
Destroy ‘em all!:
Monday May 2nd, 2011: When there’s lightening…
Ah Dio, you really did rock for a very long time didn’t you? In fact some reports have him playing trumpet back in his uncles big band in the 50’s„ which put’s little Ronnie’s actual age up for debate -is there an award for oldest headbanger?
Sadly, the leather-lunged elf (not a phrase you get to use often) passed away last year, and I can honestly say he was one of the nicest blokes I ever met (in rock n’ roll circles at any rate). Also -he was TINY!. Like, tiny tiny. I did have a pic of me next to him somewhere, and he barely tops my knees.
Still, despite the diminutive stature, you’ve got to respect someone who spends $100,000 (and that’s 1982 dollars honcho) on a giant dragon.
Here he is being really, really ridiculous( and not caring a jot bless ‘im):
Monday 25th April, 2011: No, but he sure can dance…
Huzzah, it’s Van Halen time!
I once met Sammy Hagar you know. He’s EXACTLY how you’d expect him to be -more trousers than human, twisted and evil.
Actually that’s not entirely true, but he was a bit shouty and out of it.
This is from their F>U>C>K (oh VH, you saucy troublemakers you!) tour Waaaaay back in 1991. In fact, this album came out so long ago that the band were still quite good!
Here’s something to cheer you up:
Tuesday April 12th, 2011: CAN’T. STOP. THE. PAAAAAAAAIIIIINNNNNKIIIIIILEEEEEEEEERRRRR…..
I’m a bit hungover today, which is why I look about 95 years old in this picture. Fortunately I have just the right tune to help me wake up and get on with my day as a productive member of the world’s social media community (yes, I tweet for a living).
It’s THE PRIEST.
One of my first evar band shirts, and still one of the coolest. Frankly I’ve been waiting to post this mutha, just so that I can play the accompanying video. Judas Priest may have a campy theatrical side, but in the face of thrash and death metal slowly eating into their record sales, they pulled out the big guns and produced ‘Painkiller’, one of the loudest, fastest, heaviest and downright awesomest metal albums of all time.
Here they are going at it hammer and tongs:
Monday April 11th, 2011:Hey Mr. Bass Man… get the F**king night bus home….
It’s Death! And he’s wearing a hoodie!
No, I don’t know why either.
What I do know is that this was lurking somewhere in the back of Camden Market a few weeks back and I bought it, little realising that it was obviously designed to fit an Action man doll, rather than someone of my… more generous proportions.
Still, it’s quite cool, it’s amazing what you can find for £7.
Here’s some four-string sorcery:
Wednesday April 6th, 2011 - Together we are…
Ah, Bill and Ted, they were meant to save the world, but as yet I’ve still not had the chance to visit Mars.
On the other hand, Iam coming to resemble Chuck DeNomolos more closely with each passing hour (no matter how many situps I do) and seem to be in possesion of an excellently huge Martian butt, so I guess it’s swings and roundabaouts really.
It’s testament to B&T’s enduring charm that not only do we all want to see what heppens to them when they hit 50 (Could you say the same for Wayne & Garth…?) We actually don’t care that the old movies have a soundtrack featuring both Winger and Nelson.
Anyway, got this piece of ace online somewhere, it’s a little tight, but that doesn’t stop it being totally awesome does it?
Gentelemen… we’re history:
Monday April 4th, 2011 -Kyuss Lives!
Told you I went to see them.
It isn’t often I buy brown clothing, but something about this just bellows ‘desert rock’, and it was only £10. In my opinion, that is the correct price for shirts at gigs. Or £12 for a long-sleeve obviously. No idea about those ringer affairs.
Anyway, they were really good!