I wanted to take this opportunity to put in another entry for another year of fun for you all. Yes, we had some more good times this year and yes, we're hoping for some more in the year to come. This year I introduced Malvo to a Morrissey cover band that he suffered through, but didn't suffer enough because he was mocking just about everybody in the place for enjoying some good music.
We also debated which record was better, the Gorilla Biscuits 7" or the 12"? Or D.R.I.'s Crossover or Dealing With It? All while Malvo was striking out with the bartender with his not so smooth moves. By the way, these are the correct answers.
We also got introduced to a fantastic band from the U.K. called Violent Reaction. We both agree that they're one of the top 5 bands on Revelation these days. I'm pretty sure that Malvo is still kicking himself for missing them in D.C. a few months back. Some fan he is...
We also found out that Malvo should not be allowed to babysit your kids at his place. He mocks me for not having posters or records lying around my place for my kids to see, but meanwhile, he has them in his office for his nieces and nephews to see. And then he's worried about getting yelled at when they see disturbing images like this...
But I will give credit where credit is due. My boy gave you all a good rant about the silliness of people bitching about credit cards like these...
Seriously, who fucking cares? If you really think that "punk is officially dead" because of this, then you need to get your head examined. This will not stop kids from starting up new bands and doing their own thing for years to come. Get over yourselves.
This year got me into a little bit of trouble with my wife when Malvo got himself a new record player with an MP3 connection. We spent 3 weekends in a row ripping records that we had no digital copies of. I asked him to rip the Misfits "12 Hits From Hell" LP and Malvo was all over it like a fat kid to a Twinkie. However, he also suggested that we rip the Borderline 7"... I question his taste in music sometimes.
This year also brought us a weird soap opera between John Stabb of G.I. and some former member that was posting weird stuff on Facebook as G.I. This went on for a couple of weeks and was somewhat entertaining to us.
We also got to interview a swell guy by the name of Conner Donegan from Protester and a few other bands. We loved that Protester 7" so much that we had to talk to this young buck to see what was rattling around in his head. Malvo even got to see them play a couple of months ago in D.C. and he was making me jealous with his review. In any case, if you haven't heard Protester or Red Death or Genocide Pact, then you are missing out. These are some quality bands from the area that deserve your attention. Check them out!
And lastly, Malvo got to see Fuck You Pay Me not too long ago. I'm glad he went so he could give me a review of how they were live. Too bad it cost him an arm and a leg with his girlfriend, but better him than me. Anyway, he said they were great and I wish I could've gone too, but no dice.
All in all 2015 was a good year. It also marks 2 years of us doing this blog and I hope that we continue doing it for years to come. I mean where else are you going to hear funny stories about a 40 something acting like a casanova to a bartender and getting shot down? Or how that same 40 something shit his pants coming back from a show? That's right, Malvo shit his pants in 2015. He was too embarrassed by this and refused to talk about it in the blog even though I thought it would make for a great story. Well, since he's out and about acting like Frank the Tank at some bar, I will share this nugget with you. I mean what's he going to do? Tell you all who I am? Not likely since it would reveal who he is too.
Anyway, remember that Morrissey show that we went to in Baltimore? Well, we were cruising back from that show and he insisted on going out on the town. I couldn't go since I had to get back to the family, so I dropped him off at U Street. He knows people there and there's plenty of places to get a drink. Well, he sends me a text the next day to tell me that he had a crazy night in a not so good way. Turns out, he went out and had some jumbo slice at the end of the night that did not sit well with him. He eventually got on the train to go home and as he put it "had a war between races in his gut." I'm already laughing at the hardcore reference there, but I knew there would be a pay off later, so I restrained my laughter for then.
So he's on his way home and it's late. Like 3AM late and there's nothing open going into VA. He finally gets to his stop in the hopes that he can use the bathroom. But to his horror, it was out of service. He says that he goes into the parking garage looking for a private area that he could, again, in his own words, "unleash the fury." HAHAHA
In his infinite wisdom, he did it near an exit of the parking garage. Just outside of the meters that you pay to get out. Apparently, as he was doing his business, a car was coming through the exit and two women looked over and saw him "doing the nasty." They drove through and he remembers one of them saying something along the lines of "oh my god, he's taking a shit!"
This did not deter him and he proceeded to remove his undies all together to wipe and then walk home. Mind you, he doesn't exactly live within walking distance of the stop. Its about 3 miles away, but again, as he put it, "there was no way a cabbie was going to let Doo Doo Brown get into his car."
HAHAHAHAHA
He can never dispute this story because I have the texts to prove it. HA!
Happy new year everybody!
D.C.S.
