Showing posts with label rock music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rock music. Show all posts
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Yung Lean Fast: Day 27
At the beginning of my fast, I said "who am I kidding" in regards to abstaining from listening to the new Yung Lean song if it were to come out during my fast. It did, and I successfully maintained fasting. I am strong in my walk with the Lean One, and this month of abstinence is proof of that. After today, there will only be 3 more days of fasting until Wednesday the 2nd when I can listen to the Lean One and his cronies once again. I will cry when I finally get to hear "deletee" again at midnight, right when July 2nd technically begins. I will not wait until later that morning to listen! I am proud of myself for staying strong in my commitment, and after this, I will be able to do anything.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Xibalba, Impale Thy Neighbor, and More: SHOW REVIEW
(This was originally written for school and has been posted here. Enjoy)
Very
rarely am I compelled to spend money to go to a show, even if it’s a band I
actually care about to a modest-to-high degree. In fact, it was mainly because
of this out-of-class assignment that finally got me to get out of my house and
go to this show in the first place, even though the venue (The Epicentre) is
located only 15 minutes away from my house on bicycle. Furthermore, out of the
several bands on the bill, only two of them I actually wanted to see; my
buddy’s “beatdown hardcore” band Impale Thy Neighbor, and Pamona’s sludgecore
band Xibalba (who also fit under the beatdown banner.) And if we’re being
honest, the live metal/hardcore show is really a flawed proposition to begin
with (which I've mentioned here before). Metal bands are almost always better in the studio (to say the least) and
most metal bands I've seen live, while somewhat enjoyable, just don't deliver
their best. Regardless, this out-of-class assignment gave me an excuse to
emerge from my hermit den and attempt to have a good time being a scrawny,
bespectacled metal nerd surrounded by beefy straightedge hardcore dudes who
could kick me across the parking lot for wearing the “wrong” band’s shirt,
which I was.
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