down the highway, down the tracks

bob dylan does it for me. i love the man, and i've never even met him. i don't have to. i get everything i need by hearing his music and reading about his life. i've had the fortune of seeing him live twice now, and each time it's played an integral part in shaping a major psychological shift in me. his albums have gotten me through the most melancholy periods of my life, shedding light on situations i didn't even know were hidden to begin with. he was there when i was 7, riding in the car with me and my mom while we sang his songs from highway 61 revisited. he was there when i experienced heartbreak, and emotional distress, spinning tales of forlorn lovers and troubled situations. he made me feel like i wasn't alone, and gave me a connection i could relate to. bob dylan changed my life, more so than any other artist or musician. he did more for me than anyone ever could: he gave me shelter from the storm. somewhere to go when i couldn't deal, and i needed comfort.

i know i'm not alone in my affection for this man and his genius. his ability to go beyond generational gaps and have his words and sound be as pertinent today as they were 40 years ago, is a feat seldom accomplished by few. he is an iconic pillar that is as strong as granite, but as soft as sand slipping between one's fingers. his own life and vast musical catalog have painted a picture of a man, not unlike the rest of the world, flawed in his perfection; a man who has made mistakes but also made it through. a person who has transcended genres and labels to become an iconic artist in the true meaning of the phrase. simply put, he is a man who had a story to tell. and that he has.

of course, i've been eagerly anticipating Tell Tale Signs: Vol. 8, the latest chapter in his vast career-spanning bootleg series. it features new tracks, live cuts, demos, rarities, and previously unreleased goodies from 1989-2006. it came out yesterday, so make sure you pick it up if you haven't already.

one of the tracks on volume 8 is called "dreamin' of you." if you're a hardcore dylanologist, you've probably been streaming the album for a couple of weeks now on his website and have already heard it. today, i stumbled upon the music video for this new track, recorded at the same time he was penning the rest of the tunes that ended up on 1997's Time Out Of Mind. it's amazing, and the video stars harry dean stanton. you've done it again, bob.



and just because i'm feeling it, here's dylan live in 1976 singing "idiot wind" with the infamous rolling thunder revue (from NBC televised event of "hard rain"):



you'll find out when you reach the top
you're on the bottom.

Don't Go Into The Light!!!

If all this so-called "Christian Rock" from the likes of The Jonas Brothers and their ilk is the sort of music they'll be blasting beyond the Pearly Gates when it's time to give up the ghost... I think I'll just keep on sinning to make sure I'm not there...

you just kinda wasted my precious time

i don't have much to say right now. i just wanted to post some of the videos i'm into watching on youtube. so i'll get right to it. enjoy:

DAVID BOWIE - "Life On Mars?" directed by Mick Rock



BAUHAUS - "All We Ever Wanted Was Everything"



THE CRAMPS - Garbage Man



JESUS & MARY CHAIN - "Teenage Lust"




BOB DYLAN - "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright" (Dont Look Back outtake)

obey your master

the other day, i met these two fourteen year old kids who came into the record store i work at. they were SUPER stoked on metal. i was helping 'em pick out the coolest tool and metallica posters, and ended up getting into a huge 15 minute conversation about all things metallica. these dudes knew all about the new album, death magnetic and kirk hammett, plus they wouldn't stop talking about how "kill 'em all" changed their lives the first time they heard it (that was cool, it changed mine too). at the end of it, i gave them some free shirts, and they were totally pumped. these little dudes knew more about the history of the music than 99% of the axe weilding adults that call themselves fanatics. the younger one told me that he was gonna call me sometime at the store so we could talk some more about metallica, but he had to go 'cos his dad was getting mad that he was taking too long. i hope those kids grow up and start a rad band and give music the kick in the nutsack it's been needing for a while now. i mean, the only one out there that's really fuckin' killing it and sayin' what needs to be said right now is this guy:






i may be 22, but i have the sense of humor of a fifteen year old:






idiot.

watch out, you might get what you're after

i'm a little out of sorts tonight because i had to work and miss the david byrne show at the greek. i guess showgasm '08 (as it's come to be known) must have some downtime. i suppose it's all for the better 'cos i can barely hear anything anyway after the mind blowing face melting shit yeah awesome rad-ness that was my bloody valentine last night at the santa monica civic. showgasm '08 is far from over, though. it continues with sun o))) next week at safari sam's, and then wire at the echoplex... and did i mention OASIS?!?!?!?! my life is awesome, and i have the raddest friends ever.

i'm going to work on a podcast or another video blog entry tomorrow, so be prepared, ya lil' eager beavers. i'm all about expanding the multimedia experience here at stuck in the metal. that is, assuming of course, that i can tear myself away from this video for five seconds and do something "productive":

your southern can is mine

i've got ADD, so i can barely sit through most movies without getting ultra bored ultra fast. in all honestly, i don't give a shit about the latest Bond flick, and i sure as hell can't tell you the name of the dude that plays 007 in the films these days.

all i know is that when i heard that alicia keys and jack white were collaborating together to create the new theme for "Quantum of Solace" i was curious (and a little scared). anyway, the music video for "Another Way To Die" came out a couple of days ago, and i finally just saw it. check it out:



i'm actually kinda diggin' it. i'm not saying i'm gonna rush out and buy the latest alicia keys record, but for what it's worth, could be worse.

i've been a motherfucking dope machine

drugs. there are good ones. there are bad ones. some blow minds, others just blow. either way, the "unholy trinity" of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll wouldn't be complete without them.

drugs are the wild card; the element of danger. they have the ability to inspire tremendous amounts of creativity within, or ease the pain of harsh day to day realities. however, they can also just as easily destroy that which they were meant to enhance. it's only natural that artists and musicians would be drawn to them; the promise of relief from a troubled existence or a journey through time and space is tempting for those looking to escape the confines of everyday human existence.

check out this video clip that documents syd barrett high on acid:



kinda trippy to see a founding member of one of the most influential psych-prog rock bands in history really in the thick of it; hangin' out in the middle of nature climbing around on rocks and playing with butterflies and stuff. y'know. before he was like that all the time.

anyone wanna go to the joshua tree desert with me and take drugs? wait, scratch that. i'm afraid you might do something like this chick:



yeahhhhhhhhh! wooooooo! E-TARDED!

i really don't like emo kids. in fact, i can't stand them. they're fuckin' pussies. they cry. they listen to bands with sentences for names. and worst of all, they whine about it to anyone that'll listen. i can't wait until that "trend" dies down and jared leto goes back to acting (do yourself a favor and don't click here.)

then again, maybe i'm not understanding enough. i mean, life MUST suck when you're a pussy with a dick. especially if you're this dude:



chicks like dudes in bands 'cos they AREN'T YOU. they're doing something. not stuck in tex-ass making whiny limp-dick "video blog rants" about why they can't get any play with the ladies (btw, are you sure you're not gay?). oh and for the record, pussylips, that's not "the fuzz." that's "mall security."

finally, please feel free to donate to the "lyndxe needs money for rent this month because she wasted all her cash on tickets to go see Oasis play in NYC for a show that ended up getting cancelled anyway" fund. it's pretty self explanatory (click here for the link). or you can just buy me a ticket to go see oasis at the staples center in LA on December 4th (they go on sale this wednesday, 10/01, but the presale starts tomorrow and the password is: OASISINET). either way, that'd be real rad. thanks, champ!

i'm never too sick to fight

i'm pretty sure josh homme is the biggest badass in "rock 'n' roll." it's all about the fuckin' swagger and attitude, and this dude's got 'em both down pat. oh yeah, and he's got massive talent to boot. what more could ya ask for? yeah.





go back to your mom's house, you twelve-year-old dickless turd.

Concert Review: Eagles of Death Metal Make a Bang

here's a review i wrote on the eagles of death metal show at the mayan in downtown la on september 25th. i recently submitted this to beatcrave.com, but i thought that given the band and my blog, it'd be worthwhile to post up here, too.



On September 25th, an eclectic crowd gathered at The Mayan in downtown Los Angeles for the final show of the Hives/ Eagles of Death Metal/Willowz tour. From scenesters and seasoned followers of local indie faves the Willowz, to the savvy black and white clad Hives devotees, everyone in attendance was poised for a night of musical magnificence.

Among these contrasting fan-bases was a smattering of tattooed greasers and leather clad vixens, huddled in select groups throughout the venue. They casually sipped on cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon, occassionally stopping to take a drag off of their cigarettes. It was obvious that these seasoned rockers were anticipating a different vibe than that of their alt-indie and garage pop bretheren. Plain and simple, these folks were here to rock 'n' roll. And rock 'n' roll they would, to the hip shakin', boot scootin' boogie woogie sound of the fast-paced desert rock band, Eagles of Death Metal.

It was just after 9pm; the Willowz had already finished warming up the eager audience, as more and more folks started making their way towards the stage, anticipating the next act. The house lights dimmed, and instantaneously an explosive cheer erupted from the mouths of young and old alike. The moment everyone had been waiting for (whether they knew it or not) had arrived.

Guitarist "Darlin' Dave" Catching appeared first, appreciatively nodding to the ladies gathered at stage right, as bass-player Brian "Big Hands" O'Connor moved towards the crowd huddled at stage left. As the stage lights flashed on, eager EODM fans' were surprised to see not only Joey "The Sexi Mexi" Castillo sitting at the drums, but that directly parallel to him, perched above his own set of skins, was none other than Queens of the Stone Age frontman, Josh "Baby Duck" Homme.

Suddenly, the masses exploded into a fit of cheers a second time. Frontman Jesse "Boots Electric" Hughes sauntered on stage in all his devilish glory, extending his left arm towards the crowd, his fingers tightly clenched together in the undisputed rock 'n' roll statement of the century: the devil horns. There were no two-ways about it. The Eagles of Death Metal had landed.

After "Boots Electric" (ak/a J. Devil) himself finished adjusting the familiar lightning bolt strap of his solid white Gibson Les Paul guitar, the band immediately launched into "Don't Speak (I Came to Make a Bang!)" from 2006's Death By Sexy.

Teeny boppers, biker punks, indie hipsters, and rockabilly riders were all overcome by the same wave of thrashy, trashy and fun-filled rock 'n' roll that bounced over everyone in the audience. Young and old were joined together like toe tapping, hip shakin' dance demons. It was impossible to keep still as the face-paced gritty garage rock swept through the halls. Playing tunes from each of their three studio released albums (including the upcoming "Heart On" out on October 28th), the band seemed to mainly focus on tracks from their 2004 debut "Peace, Love, Death Metal" while introducing the crowd to new songs like the deliciously debauched "Anything 'Cept the Truth" and forthcoming "Heart On" single "Wannabe in LA."

J. Devil lived up to his "Boots Electric" moniker, boot scootin' and hippy, hippy shakin' his way up, down, on and off the stage, pausing only to express his undying affection to "all the lovely ladies" in the audience. The feeling was mutual; halfway through their set, an anonymous pair of navy blue panties were flung on stage. "The Devil" quickly nabbed them, presumably adding them to his growing collection.

The crowd continued dancing hard throughout the rest of their cherry cola flavored set, giving shouts of adoration for "the dream boys," and, of course, throwing up their own devil horns. As the band collectively burst into the catchy riffs and buzzing hooks of their final song, the fast-paced "Speaking in Tongues," the boogie woogie moving and grooving intensified. After the final notes were played, the band collectively stood together to take a final bow. A simple "thank you" and "goodnight!" was uttered as they exited the stage. The roar of the audience continued to echo throughout the Mayan as the stage lights were dimmed.

Some stayed to watch headliners the Hives; others left after having had a sensory overload of watching the musical embodiment of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll, known unforgettably as the Eagles of Death Metal.

The dance party of the century (well, at least the night) had come to a close. Regardless, one thing was certain: the dream boys were here and they made us smile.

it's hanging above you

that's right, kiddies.

i shot/edited/posted a video to youtube today that highlights what's on my musical radar 'cos i didn't have anything better to do. actually, that's a lie, i have about a million and five things that i gotta do that probably should take precedence over making a shitty youtube vid, but i didn't really feel like doing any of them. plus, i'm pretty sure the only people that care about what i'm listening to are me and my mom, and she's just doing it to be nice. thanks, ma.

this (obviously) wasn't scripted; i ran back and forth to my cd towers and started pulling things out, and this was the result. it's a lil' choppy at some points and i forget what i'm saying towards the end, but you get the idea.



rock 'n' roll!