Flat-Out High Speed Burn To Vegas

Well, in less than two weeks, the band and myself will be departing on a west coast tour with no air conditioning. San Francisco, Oakland, L.A., Las Vegas, and who knows, maybe San Diego. Not looking forward to the 8-9am push off from Portland to San Francisco on the first day, but after that, things should be much smoother. We’re all excited to see and play with Slough Feg again; like little wide eyed children awaiting to hear more dragon stories . We get to play with them twice this time around. The culmination and perhaps high point of the tour might be the Doom Festival in Las Vegas on June 5th. I hope to not spend too much time in Vegas. I can easily see myself going into a hazy Fear and Loathing trip if left there alone for too long. Ending in a “flat-out high speed burn through Baker and Barstow and Berdoo. Then onto the Hollywood Freeway, and straight on into frantic oblivion. Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom.” Lets hope the van makes it through the desert at least. Hope to see some old friends along this road burn.




Also, we found a show review from a guy who runs a real cool music site called seattlerockguy.com. That was a good time up in Seattle. I would love to play there more often. The Capital Hill neighborhood on a weekend night is some of the craziest shit I’ve seen in a long time. Trannies, hot dog vendors, drunk college chicks, metalheads, and homeless Jamacan dudes who offer people sips of their beverages, all commingling together. It was a good time. We’ll have to do it again Seattle.

Here’s the review and a somewhat painful stumble through cover of “Going Blind.”
http://www.seattlerockguy.com/2010/05/live-review-madraso-salvador-sandrider.html

Goodbyes

So it comes to an end. Last night we said goodbye to a good friend and someone I’ve had the honor to play music with on and off for the past 12 years really. All the way back from a High School Orchestra sit in and other oddities, to the past three years playing in dives, bars, clubs, and even some festivals. Some great shows, some forgetful ones, some epic ones, some strange ones, but we always had some great parties.


As I’ve learned in recent years, some things can end very anti-climatically. We played a good set. But, the owner didn’t think his club was set for live music. So, the plug got pulled early after the second set and we walked away. Bummer. At least we got to entertain some Marines who just got home and we were able to say “thank you” to them and their service. (Between you and me, my amp was on 0.1 all night till the last song. Then I said “Fuck It,” and cranked it to 11.)

We ended up back at the pad sipping on Permafrost, eating pizza, and laughing. Then we all said our goodbyes, hugged and that was it. Good luck in D.C. Chad, you’re one of the finest Bassist I’ve played with. (And I’ve played with quite a few.)

Best Metal Poster Ever / Party This Thursday

I don’t really have confirmation that this is really happening, or if it just a joke. If you only knew the story behind this poster. I’ll just let you keep that to your own imagination. By far Kirk’s finest work.

I’ll be at a show in Salem this Thursday to welcome some U.S. troops home from Afghanistan. This will also mark the last time I get to play with the Hammer for a while. I’ve been playing with that dude on the Thud Stick off and on since High School. He will be missed. Contact me if you need to know where.

In others news. I broke my slide I’ve had for the past 12 years. R.I.P.


So much excitement lately.






In honor of sexually ambiguous music, here’s a badass Prince performance.