The annual Summer Slaughter tour is hyped as the 'most extreme tour of the summer' and usually has some brutal lineups with a good mix of death metal veterans and metalcore youngsters. The 2011 installment that rolled through Milwaukee was perhaps one of the weaker lineups the tour has pushed out, but some tried and true blast technicians helped save the day from complete breakdown dominance.
Now, I can't and won't attempt to give a complete analysis of every band as I have in past reviews because plain and simple, I don't give a fuck about at least half of the bands on the bill. There were plenty of talented and girted musicians that performed on that stage, but their lack of creativity is something I can't overlook. The metal scene has been flooded with some true sub-par music and I think the tour lineup reflected that.
I walked into the Rave with my good pals Peter and Ben in time to watch Fleshgod Apocalypse crank out about a song and a half. Being 7 beers deep at this point and unfamiliar with their music, I wasn't too concerned I had missed anything. The dudes were dressed up in body paint, suits, and weird bullshit that they don't need, but theatrics help sell it for some bands so w/e. Within The Ruins was the opening slot we had missed entirely, which again, take it or leave it. I would have liked to see if they expanded on their debut album, but the live setting may not be the place for that kind of judgement. As Blood Runs Black bounced onto the stage with plenty of energy but again, standard issue metalcore at its blandest. I saw these guys some years ago at Robot Mosh Fest and busted out my "eh" face. Needless to say by the end of this day I had it down to a science. The absolute worst part of the set was when the band chose to bust out only the "epic breakdown" of their track "In Dying Days". Why not play the whole song? Or is the chance to use "motherfucker" in a breakdown the only redeeming part that kids may find? Signs point to yes. Continuing right in stride was Oceano, complete with tough guy stances, hordes of breakdowns, and encouragement of physical violence amongst crowd members. I had seen and heard enough after a few songs (actually, seeing them set up should've been enough) so I decided to wander around to see what was going on in the other bar areas. Low and behold, I eventually climbed stair after stair to reach an open air styled bar above the ballroom. I was shocked. I didn't know such a thing existed. I always assumed the ballroom was as high as a patron could go, but apparently the Rave staff have been holding out on me or I'm that oblivious. Don't get me wrong, this isn't nearly enough to change my opinion that the Rave and surrounding area should be leveled, but it made things easier to digest. A decent bar, flat screens to see what shitty band you were missing, and fresh air amounted to the one pleasant surprise of the day.
Things finally took a turn for the better when Dying Fetus took the stage in their kick ass 3 piece lineup. This was the second time I had the pleasure of seeing them destroy with 3 members and it blew the 5/6 piece lineups out of the water. They played a good variety of crowd pleasers from across their catalog and brought more fury than pretty much every preceding band put together. At this point in their career, Dying Fetus are a true force to be reckoned with and respected for their contributions to the metal scene. It's always a pleasure to see them tear shit up, which they certainly did.
I had a good idea of what to expect from 6 Feet Under, and I can say that honestly nothing has changed after seeing them live. they've never been a band I've paid much attention to and most likely won't in the future. I don't mean this in the kind of disrespect I have for a lot of the bands on the bill. Rather, this is more of an indifference. It's another notch on the 'ol metal headboard, but nothing too notably exciting. Classic styled death metal in which you know exactly what you're getting.
Darkest Hour were one of the oddest fits i my mind, but they pulled it off a few years ago on the same tour, so what the fuck. I was glad just to see a change in style more than anything else. I haven't really kept up with Darkest Hour since Undoing Ruin from 2005, and since then I've missed 3 full lengths. I figured they couldn't have changed for the worse if they were invited on this tour, but I had my reservations. I knew they wouldn't come out with bass drops and breakdowns, but they one-upped me with their slick elixir of thrash infused metalcore. I'm sure there were plenty of straight brimmed kids in the crowd who hated Darkest Hour, but they provided much needed relief and change of pace. Musically they were on top of their game playing faster than your average Milwaukee metal fan can think, topping off their songs with sweeping melodic solos. Their performance really got me curious about those full lengths I've been missing out on and re-lit my fire of fan appreciation. Hats off to Darkest Hour for playing Summer Slaughter. Hope I get another chance to see them again.
Whitechapel followed with an uninspiring set that I've seen twice already. I saw them on Summer Slaughter 2008, and again with Job For a Cowboy, Cattle Decapitation, and Gaza in Madison almost 2 years ago. If you've seen one of their sets, you've seen it all. I will say that I own and at times enjoy This Is Exile, but I haven't had a reason to buy or listen to anything further, because there's no way it gets better. There's just no way. 3 guitarists are completely unnecessary, I'm still wondering what the bassist does, and the breakdowns have been done before, even if not that low tuned.
The main event, The Black Dahlia Murder, are always fun to see. They've been one of the most consistently energetic live bands I've ever seen, and Summer Slaughter was no different. Their latest release, Ritual, had the band in full on blast mode and the momentum carried into the crowd. I chose to watch from the balcony because I've been in my share of Dahlia pits and I really just wanted to take it all in. Their set covered every studio album and while it didn't uncover every gem, they played to their strengths of fist pumping melodic death metal madness. By now they shouldn't have to close with "Funeral Thirst" but I doubt anyone was complaining.
Bottom line: a lot of breakdowns got in the way of some killer death metal, but those veteran acts made it all worthwhile.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
KEN Mode, Black Goat, The Antiprism @ Project Lodge 7-27
Shows at Madison's Project Lodge are usually pretty entertaining endeavors. The folks who book bands bring in a good variety of underground independent types and the occasional ball crushing metal/hardcore show. Last night was the latter.
I found myself thumbing through the Onion on my break at work this past Monday and discovered a platinum chunk of info on one of the final pages of the AV Club listings: KEN fucking Mode was coming to town. Should I have discovered this listing a day late, my inevitable end would have come today after typing up a shitty suicide blog. I consider myself lucky to find out about it, but borderline pissed since the Project Lodge DIDN'T EVEN POST ABOUT THE SHOW ON THEIR WEBSITE. Even if it was a last minute gig, which I doubt, get your shit together Project Lodge crew.
Anyway, I've been into the band for maybe a year, but kind of off the walls into since their latest, Venerable, came out and I picked it up. The harshed out noise rock meets metallic hardcore barrage is as much refreshing as it is tried and true in the scene today.
I rolled up with some homeboys pretty much in time to see The Antiprism play the last half of their final song. I've seen them before so I wasn't too disappointed. They are a Madison fixture in the metal scene, but didn't strike much of a chord with me so, eh.
After some large pulls from my wine bottle I ventured back into the venue to see Black Goat finish setting up and fire up the smoke machine. Dudes came out in corpse paint, which ruled. What ruled more was one of the guitarists sporting a 2 Live Crew shirt. Fuck yeah. Appearances aside, this band is built for some serious speed. The stark transition from the instrumental opener to 2nd song was like making the jump to light speed. Black Goat could probably do the Kessel run in a respectable amount of parsecs. I was in a short lived band with their drummer, Goatlord, and the man knows his way about a kit. His services are in high demand all over the area. The axemen don't disappoint either, as they shredded their way through the smoky set. On top of this was a shrieking vocalist who, despite his lack of stage banter and presence, completed the aural assault.
A few more pulls later KEN Mode had completed their stage setup and were ready to do their best in bringing the ceiling down. It was quite a change up going from 2 black metal types to the bruising hardcore stylings of those 3 Canadian boys, but a welcome one nonetheless. The group tore up the place with their first couple tracks including 'The Book of Muscle'. By 'tore up the place' I mean I engaged in full on headbanging madness. It wouldn't have mattered if I had brought earplugs because they would have jettisoned my ears due to the force of my overall body thrashing. Note: I've never been a huge pit fan or a hardcore dancer, but I like to show my support by letting music flow through me in jagged ways without getting too fancy or planned. Just let it out, man. Back to the set, which was loud as hell. KEN Mode created a wall of sound with some songs, seemingly ready to overwhelm the senses. They exhibited the ability to be brutish brawlers and precise attackers throughout their set, which ended with monster track, 'Never Was'. They fucking exploded on that song, an 8-minute build up and release of caustic anger and reckless abandon. My body and mind were aching from the sheer abuse I put them through, but it was worth every penny. Toss some killer merch on top of it all and you've got one hell of a night.
For the love of all that is noisy and brash, get out to a KEN Mode show when they roll into your area.
www.myspace.com/theantiprism
www.myspace.com/blackmountaingoat
www.ken-mode.com/
I found myself thumbing through the Onion on my break at work this past Monday and discovered a platinum chunk of info on one of the final pages of the AV Club listings: KEN fucking Mode was coming to town. Should I have discovered this listing a day late, my inevitable end would have come today after typing up a shitty suicide blog. I consider myself lucky to find out about it, but borderline pissed since the Project Lodge DIDN'T EVEN POST ABOUT THE SHOW ON THEIR WEBSITE. Even if it was a last minute gig, which I doubt, get your shit together Project Lodge crew.
Anyway, I've been into the band for maybe a year, but kind of off the walls into since their latest, Venerable, came out and I picked it up. The harshed out noise rock meets metallic hardcore barrage is as much refreshing as it is tried and true in the scene today.
I rolled up with some homeboys pretty much in time to see The Antiprism play the last half of their final song. I've seen them before so I wasn't too disappointed. They are a Madison fixture in the metal scene, but didn't strike much of a chord with me so, eh.
After some large pulls from my wine bottle I ventured back into the venue to see Black Goat finish setting up and fire up the smoke machine. Dudes came out in corpse paint, which ruled. What ruled more was one of the guitarists sporting a 2 Live Crew shirt. Fuck yeah. Appearances aside, this band is built for some serious speed. The stark transition from the instrumental opener to 2nd song was like making the jump to light speed. Black Goat could probably do the Kessel run in a respectable amount of parsecs. I was in a short lived band with their drummer, Goatlord, and the man knows his way about a kit. His services are in high demand all over the area. The axemen don't disappoint either, as they shredded their way through the smoky set. On top of this was a shrieking vocalist who, despite his lack of stage banter and presence, completed the aural assault.
A few more pulls later KEN Mode had completed their stage setup and were ready to do their best in bringing the ceiling down. It was quite a change up going from 2 black metal types to the bruising hardcore stylings of those 3 Canadian boys, but a welcome one nonetheless. The group tore up the place with their first couple tracks including 'The Book of Muscle'. By 'tore up the place' I mean I engaged in full on headbanging madness. It wouldn't have mattered if I had brought earplugs because they would have jettisoned my ears due to the force of my overall body thrashing. Note: I've never been a huge pit fan or a hardcore dancer, but I like to show my support by letting music flow through me in jagged ways without getting too fancy or planned. Just let it out, man. Back to the set, which was loud as hell. KEN Mode created a wall of sound with some songs, seemingly ready to overwhelm the senses. They exhibited the ability to be brutish brawlers and precise attackers throughout their set, which ended with monster track, 'Never Was'. They fucking exploded on that song, an 8-minute build up and release of caustic anger and reckless abandon. My body and mind were aching from the sheer abuse I put them through, but it was worth every penny. Toss some killer merch on top of it all and you've got one hell of a night.
For the love of all that is noisy and brash, get out to a KEN Mode show when they roll into your area.
www.myspace.com/theantiprism
www.myspace.com/blackmountaingoat
www.ken-mode.com/
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
and then La Roux storms back in
so La Roux should have been included in my last couple of end of the year music lists, but i was too much of a shameful dipshit to include them. yet how fitting they find a way to push their way back into the forefront of my life.
i was at work, closing the bar, minding my own fucking business, when some patron just HAD to put 'Bulletproof' on the forsaken jukebox. fuck that thing. straight to hell...if you believe in such a place.
then it all came back and i find myself a slave to those poppy droplets and synthy hooks that fit perfectly in my mouth. yeah, the rest of the singles are great and have been remixed by now, but holy fuck don't ever let go of those original tunes and that androgynous yet immaculate figure in the videos.
i'm off the wagon. one i never really admitted to being on until now. so take it for what its worth. and listen to La Roux already.
i was at work, closing the bar, minding my own fucking business, when some patron just HAD to put 'Bulletproof' on the forsaken jukebox. fuck that thing. straight to hell...if you believe in such a place.
then it all came back and i find myself a slave to those poppy droplets and synthy hooks that fit perfectly in my mouth. yeah, the rest of the singles are great and have been remixed by now, but holy fuck don't ever let go of those original tunes and that androgynous yet immaculate figure in the videos.
i'm off the wagon. one i never really admitted to being on until now. so take it for what its worth. and listen to La Roux already.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Yob, Dark Castle, Indian @ Subterranean
my friends, i have been to some loud shows before, but this past weekend in Chicago may have rocketed to the top as far as my concert going experiences are concerned. volume levels need to be peaking for doom shows to work, and all 3 groups made the floor shake with their thunderous and punishing attacks. and Dark Castle doesn't even have a bassist, so yeah.
my trip down to Chi-town couldn't have gone smoother, despite a few construction hiccups. renting a car with Illinois plates pretty much entitled me to speed like a crazy Illinois person, which i thoroughly enjoyed. The Subterranean is in the Wicker Park hood of Chicago and despite all the hipster connotations that come with that, i came away with a positive feel from the area. the venue itself was one i would love to return to. the actual show room was on the 2nd floor with a balcony and merch area on the 3rd. bars on both levels, of course. what was in those bars was none other than my hometown brew, Point Pale Ale. i think i started to levitate in joy upon my first sip. not that i can't get Point in Madison, it was just a shocking surprise. anyway, the music...
Indian was first up and the band i was most excited to see. hailing from Chicago i expected shit to get rowdy, but that was not the case. either the crowd has seen Indian a few times and are already over them since they signed to Relapse, or they just don't get it. i didn't understand how i could be the one rocking out the hardest to another man's hometown doom outfit, but w/e. the dudes delivered the goods and played some of my favorite tracks from their latest lp "Guiltless". i mean no disrespect to Yob or Dark Castle, but Indian was the highlight of my night.
Dark Castle was a complete mystery to me and all i could really expect was extreme volume. what appeared from behind a wall of smoke was a 2-piece group headed by a female guitarist/growler. it took me a few songs to really get into it, but they laid down the grooves thick and i'm always impressed by female metal vocalists who scream better than guys. it's also worth noting that the drummer was pounding a pretty minimal kit, and i love how drummers not just get by, but explode on them.
Yob took full advantage of the building frenzy in the air and rocked right the fuck out. i ascended to the balcony for the final act and was transfixed at times. equal parts doom avalanche and hypnotic groove, Yob were simply outstanding, even with a fill in drummer. they closed with the title track of "The Great Cessation", a personal favorite and excellent way to end one of the most deafening shows i've ever been to.
all in all, a great time. worth every minute of the drive and lack of sleep. plus Madison is pretty nice at 4.30AM. give these bands a try if you like punishing doom and get out to their gigs if they roll your way.
my trip down to Chi-town couldn't have gone smoother, despite a few construction hiccups. renting a car with Illinois plates pretty much entitled me to speed like a crazy Illinois person, which i thoroughly enjoyed. The Subterranean is in the Wicker Park hood of Chicago and despite all the hipster connotations that come with that, i came away with a positive feel from the area. the venue itself was one i would love to return to. the actual show room was on the 2nd floor with a balcony and merch area on the 3rd. bars on both levels, of course. what was in those bars was none other than my hometown brew, Point Pale Ale. i think i started to levitate in joy upon my first sip. not that i can't get Point in Madison, it was just a shocking surprise. anyway, the music...
Indian was first up and the band i was most excited to see. hailing from Chicago i expected shit to get rowdy, but that was not the case. either the crowd has seen Indian a few times and are already over them since they signed to Relapse, or they just don't get it. i didn't understand how i could be the one rocking out the hardest to another man's hometown doom outfit, but w/e. the dudes delivered the goods and played some of my favorite tracks from their latest lp "Guiltless". i mean no disrespect to Yob or Dark Castle, but Indian was the highlight of my night.
Dark Castle was a complete mystery to me and all i could really expect was extreme volume. what appeared from behind a wall of smoke was a 2-piece group headed by a female guitarist/growler. it took me a few songs to really get into it, but they laid down the grooves thick and i'm always impressed by female metal vocalists who scream better than guys. it's also worth noting that the drummer was pounding a pretty minimal kit, and i love how drummers not just get by, but explode on them.
Yob took full advantage of the building frenzy in the air and rocked right the fuck out. i ascended to the balcony for the final act and was transfixed at times. equal parts doom avalanche and hypnotic groove, Yob were simply outstanding, even with a fill in drummer. they closed with the title track of "The Great Cessation", a personal favorite and excellent way to end one of the most deafening shows i've ever been to.
all in all, a great time. worth every minute of the drive and lack of sleep. plus Madison is pretty nice at 4.30AM. give these bands a try if you like punishing doom and get out to their gigs if they roll your way.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
sludge shall flow forth
i am going to Chicago tomorrow. i can hardly wait. normally i avoid the state of Illinois if i can at all help it (sorry extended family), but there happens to be a portal to the sludge dimension i cannot afford to miss.
Yob, Indian, and Dark Castle will be the gatekeepers leading me into the tar-filled abyss. i bought Yob's 'The great Cessation' about 4-5 months ago and am still blown away by it every time it spins. i've been high on Indian ever since my good pal Jarad introduced me to them a couple years ago. they are so crunchy they deserve their own breakfast cereal. for real. Dark Castle i don't know much of anything about, but if they're on this bill they must be the real deal. plus, Crustcake has blogged them up, and those dudes know what the fuck they're talking about.
a show like this is deserving of a spliff the size of my forearm, but i'm a responsible car renting adult now. or posing as one. so with my ear plugs packed i bode you farewell. if the doom doesn't completely swallow my earthly body, perhaps i will compose a review of the show.
Yob, Indian, and Dark Castle will be the gatekeepers leading me into the tar-filled abyss. i bought Yob's 'The great Cessation' about 4-5 months ago and am still blown away by it every time it spins. i've been high on Indian ever since my good pal Jarad introduced me to them a couple years ago. they are so crunchy they deserve their own breakfast cereal. for real. Dark Castle i don't know much of anything about, but if they're on this bill they must be the real deal. plus, Crustcake has blogged them up, and those dudes know what the fuck they're talking about.
a show like this is deserving of a spliff the size of my forearm, but i'm a responsible car renting adult now. or posing as one. so with my ear plugs packed i bode you farewell. if the doom doesn't completely swallow my earthly body, perhaps i will compose a review of the show.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
how i love to listen to dfa 1979 and.....
if the first word that came to your mind was 'fuck', well, i hate to disappoint you but this isn't THAT blog (though it might not be far off in the works). i won't argue that skin on skin contact and dfa 1979 don't make a great pair; that'd just be silly. no, the purpose of this ramble is to pay tribute to one of my favorite bands to listen to and...cook!
let's rewind some years ago when dfa 1979 burst into my world. somewhere in the early college years of '04-'05 i witnessed the duo's performance of 'Romantic Rights' on the Conan O'Brien program and my interest took off from there. i even remember rocking out VERY hard and rolling on the ground at a party while blasting "You're a Woman, I'm a Machine". i don't think many friends claimed to know me that night. i spent the next few years with those grooves on my ipod and they guided me through various situations including jogs, homework, party time, sexy time, and just about every other time i could have had.
it wasn't until recently, as in the past 8 months, that i discovered how much fun cooking was with that 'holy shit' bass tone. i've been cooking for part-time work for a better part of the past decade, but only in a couple cases have i been able to exhibit free will with my musical choices. i've had to deal with no control, total control, and teeth grinding compromise, but let me tell you this: if i can listen to dfa 1979 while cooking, can't no dinner rush fuck with me. i find myself in a position now where i have 1 night of 'evan' music in the kicthen because i'm the only one closing. but you'd better believe i cook with a beat in my step and a swing in my hip. though i do wish i could blast some brutality every now and again, i've found a comfort zone thanks to those pink colored elephant dudes.
in honor of cooking and music i've decided to compile some of my other favorite musical motivations whilst in the kitchen over the years.
enjoy:
http://viciousneutral.net/post/423875239/classic-music-moment-dfa-1979-on-conan-o-briens-late
let's rewind some years ago when dfa 1979 burst into my world. somewhere in the early college years of '04-'05 i witnessed the duo's performance of 'Romantic Rights' on the Conan O'Brien program and my interest took off from there. i even remember rocking out VERY hard and rolling on the ground at a party while blasting "You're a Woman, I'm a Machine". i don't think many friends claimed to know me that night. i spent the next few years with those grooves on my ipod and they guided me through various situations including jogs, homework, party time, sexy time, and just about every other time i could have had.
it wasn't until recently, as in the past 8 months, that i discovered how much fun cooking was with that 'holy shit' bass tone. i've been cooking for part-time work for a better part of the past decade, but only in a couple cases have i been able to exhibit free will with my musical choices. i've had to deal with no control, total control, and teeth grinding compromise, but let me tell you this: if i can listen to dfa 1979 while cooking, can't no dinner rush fuck with me. i find myself in a position now where i have 1 night of 'evan' music in the kicthen because i'm the only one closing. but you'd better believe i cook with a beat in my step and a swing in my hip. though i do wish i could blast some brutality every now and again, i've found a comfort zone thanks to those pink colored elephant dudes.
in honor of cooking and music i've decided to compile some of my other favorite musical motivations whilst in the kitchen over the years.
- few instances beat the owner of the joint walking in to me flying around the kitchen listening to Gaza. i think i left that boss confused, frightened, and off balance, though he was able to recognize the same band a few weeks later. needless to say i came away pretty impressed.
- same boss, new tunes. i was playing Psyopus while working through a lunch rush. he happened to stop in to see if i needed a hand. a welcome gesture, for sure. his 6-9 year old son came wandering in and he immediately showed him the door before the tech-death nightmare could inflict serious damage. chuckles were had.
- if i was sweeping the floors when Led Zeppelin came on the radio, you'd better have kept your head on a swivel. the broom would magically be transformed into a guitar and i would mimic Jimmy Page to the best of my youthful ability. He's seriously one of my favorite guitar players of all time and i loved to show it.
- a radio station we used to listen to in a pizza joint would often do 'triple shots' of some legendary bands, 1 of them was Metallica. a coworker and i would have a weekly debate over the best 'triple shot' and if someone had butted in with anything older than "...And Justice for All" material, there were some serious threats thrown about. Also, the debate over being able to listen to only AC/DC or Metallica. serious stuff, i know.
- when 9 o'clock rolled around in a certain kitchen, Pantera came on. it was that simple. you did not want to get in my way while i was cleaning the deep fryers if 'By Demons be Driven' was playing. it was a true safety hazard.
- i used to make a weekly project of portioning coleslaw while listening to David Cross sketches. i'm just lucky i never had to explain some of the terribly funny things he shouts at points in his stand up. i'm also lucky coleslaw didn't involve sharp tools otherwise i might not have 10 fingers.
enjoy:
http://viciousneutral.net/post/423875239/classic-music-moment-dfa-1979-on-conan-o-briens-late
Sunday, January 9, 2011
i'm gonna do so much (bullshit) this year
i'm gonna scream my lungs out in rants and rambles and get bottles thrown at me
i'm gonna make an insane amount of cash of buy everything i don't need
i'm gonna unlock so many weapons and accomplishments in my video games
imma continue to contradict myself
i'm gonna take a picture
i might go back to school and teach them a thing or two
i'm gonna dance in the streets while it's raining
i'm gonna be active and move in sometimes athletic manners
i'm gonna talk to new people and remember their names
i'm gonna find even tighter jeans
i'm gonna roam the wastelands and fashion some yao guai slippers
i'm going to care more about sports than my own well being
i'm gonna get some new teef
i'm gonna get more tattoos and commit to long sleeves at work
i'm gonna get so much sex this year
i'm gonna let myself feel feelings
i'm gonna get 10th prestige and a nuke
i'm gonna talk to you and you'll remember why you don't associate with me outside of fbook
i'm gonna wear my Clay Matthews jersey out of season and tackle random people
imma visit SP and not black out
i'm going to do something meaningful
i'm going to stop making a mess
i'm going to make an effort
i'm probably just gonna continue to be an asshole, but less of one to you
i'm gonna wear more of my clothes or get rid of them
i'm gonna find something to be happy about and ruin it
i'm gonna work on my zombie survival skills
i'm gonna vote with my dollars
i'm gonna prognosticate and procrastinate and prove to myself that there isn't much to get excited about. nothing will ever be as good as it seems because i'm too good at lying to myself. i'm gonna exercise my american right to complain about the comforts of life and cry for someone else to make it better. i'm gonna write a lot of trivial crap this year. cheers.
i'm gonna make an insane amount of cash of buy everything i don't need
i'm gonna unlock so many weapons and accomplishments in my video games
imma continue to contradict myself
i'm gonna take a picture
i might go back to school and teach them a thing or two
i'm gonna dance in the streets while it's raining
i'm gonna be active and move in sometimes athletic manners
i'm gonna talk to new people and remember their names
i'm gonna find even tighter jeans
i'm gonna roam the wastelands and fashion some yao guai slippers
i'm going to care more about sports than my own well being
i'm gonna get some new teef
i'm gonna get more tattoos and commit to long sleeves at work
i'm gonna get so much sex this year
i'm gonna let myself feel feelings
i'm gonna get 10th prestige and a nuke
i'm gonna talk to you and you'll remember why you don't associate with me outside of fbook
i'm gonna wear my Clay Matthews jersey out of season and tackle random people
imma visit SP and not black out
i'm going to do something meaningful
i'm going to stop making a mess
i'm going to make an effort
i'm probably just gonna continue to be an asshole, but less of one to you
i'm gonna wear more of my clothes or get rid of them
i'm gonna find something to be happy about and ruin it
i'm gonna work on my zombie survival skills
i'm gonna vote with my dollars
i'm gonna prognosticate and procrastinate and prove to myself that there isn't much to get excited about. nothing will ever be as good as it seems because i'm too good at lying to myself. i'm gonna exercise my american right to complain about the comforts of life and cry for someone else to make it better. i'm gonna write a lot of trivial crap this year. cheers.
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