i wanna know if you can hit it and quit it

there's nothing much worse than spending a couple days in eastern washington, 'cept for maybe a few days in southern utah... which is where i ended up instead of my intended destination of spokane.

since there's nothing to do here 'cept "climb some rocks 'n shit," i've been listening to 7"s and LPs until my ears bleed, reading books on phil spector, and watching james hetfield and tony iommi slay queen's "stone cold crazy" on youtube. fuck yeah!

i love metallica. they kinda lost me on that "st. anger" crap, but i'm pretty sure the only people left liking that greased up fist of shit were those die-hard homo-fearin' beer guzzlin' fucktards who are really into that new beaver-metal sound (see also: hell yeah). in case you're wondering what "beaver-metal" is, figure it out. pansy ass pussy "metal." get it? kinda annoying, kinda gross, kinda boring. sorta like white trash beaver, ak/a the majority of their current fanbases.

anyway, loooooong before lars started his campaign to rid the world of file sharing and back even further from when hetfield set the bottle down for good, they used to stack hot bitches like pancakes every night backstage when they were on tour with guns 'n roses. check out this clip of hetfield reading (and burping) axl rose's ridiculous list of backstage demands to promoters across the world.



fuck yeah! but hey, if you churn out a fucking masterpiece like "appetite for destruction," i guess you're entitled to your faggy ham cubes.

right now i'm watching "american hardcore" for the upteenth time, and after rolling around in fits of laughter over the concept of moby even attending a punk show, much less actually performing in one, i've been looking up rare performances by some of the bands featured, and getting that special tingly feeling between my legs while watching some of these dudes lose their shit on stage.

check out this awesome footage of the misfits covering black flag's "rise above" live in boston circa 1980something.