In the opening movement of Beyond Hell, the metal-opera/concept album that is GWARs newest offering, Oderus Urungus watches unconcernedly as the bands secret Antarctic Fortress is approached by a mass of evil-looking sky machines. ...
Ill never forget the feeling of shaking Against Me! drummer Warren Oakess hand as he pressed through the crushing crowd toward the front doors of CBGB. We locked eyes for half a second and I called out to him over the roar: FIVE YEARS! He smiled, or maybe shook his headhard to tell whats going on behind a beard like that. Then he had to go inside and I, ticketless, had to go home.
Critical validation and cultural cachet, as it turns out, dont pay all that well. Touring to promote his records might have, but for David Berman, an intensely private individual, tours (and advertising) have always been out of the question.
I don’t know how to be anything but this. It’s awful. I don’t know how to be a person. That’s what it feels like a lot of the time. Like when I visit at my cousins’. They’ve got this array of shower products so fangled and particular I can hardly believe in them.