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| Posted by gza on August 3rd, 4:02 PM EDT |
I've posted the shows that we have including the date for our greek show which we have plane tix for, so it will be happening, we just don't have full venue info yet. Please join us on our european adventure which includes not one, but two FREE festivals in Germany, so get ta hitch-hiking, because free is free, and we are very excited to be able to do some free shows for all of you cheap europe dweeling bastards.
Love,
strg |
| "Alec bin Laden on KDVS Radio Tonight! " | |
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| Posted by gza on July 19th, 2:55 PM EDT |
Hi Everybody!
I'm going to be a guest on the Punk Roge & Riot show tonight at Midnight California time (3AM East Coast). The show is on the U.C. Davis Radio station KDVS. I am so siked! I'll be jiber-jabering with the hosts there and spinning some of my favorite Punk Rock, Hip-Hop and other tunes 'til at least 1AM and hanging out maybe 'til 3.
Here's a link to the show:
http://www.kdvs.org/shows/view/show_id/450/
Here's a link to the live feed so you can listen to me embarrass myself over the "Inter-web":
http://www.kdvs.org/listen/
If that's too late for you East Coasters you can check out the show at a more reasonable hour on their website the next day.
C ya there.
Alec bin Laden |
| "August in Europe!!! " | |
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| Posted by gza on July 19th, 2:54 PM EDT |
We are coming to Europe for 9-10 shows at the end of August, mostly in Germany , one in Switzersock, Czeck and maybe even one show in Greece!!!
We'll have our shows posted within the next week, keep an eye out for them.
Love your beautiful squats and temperate tree lined ghettos,
please give us nice, big, quiet places to sleep so that we can rock & party properly at the shows.
Stz & L.O.C. |
| "The Horrifying Visit to Heuronymous Bosch Memorial." | |
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| Posted by gza on July 19th, 2:53 PM EDT |
I guess I didn't really know that much about physical pain, but trust me the following story details the worst I've experienced: I was sent to what I assumed was just another appointment to get another appointment to get my hand healing right. I was told that I needed surgery in Denver, that the tendons were too tight in my hand to do a "reduction" (where they stretch out your hand to reset the bones properly), but they were either full of shit or thought I could afford surgery.
And so, at the NYC hospital, and after being led deep down into sub-basement after sub-basement while bearing witness to some Hellraiser type unholy gore and torture, I was quickly (after a 3 hour wait) whisked into a hospital room and told to have a seat, the doctor and his "intern"?(the guy easily had thirty years on the "doctor"...and didn't seem like he knew what the hell was going on) are standing around messing with different "gear", neither making eye contact with me or even introducing themselves (aren't doctors supposed to say "hello, I'm doctor so & so, let's see how you're doing...etc.). Anyways, it's really hard for me to type with this fucked up hand., so I'll try to get tot he point: I was told that after 3 weeks of wearing a splint that the bones in my hand had become "sticky" which is orthopedic slang for partially healed. I was quickly jabbed with a giant "horse-needles" (as I refer to them) with a bucket of novacaine three pokes each followed by three injections "fished around" for in my wrist area (this part is already painful and nauseating enough to discuss or think about). and soon I had little, but not fully numbed feeling in my hand and fingers, the next part was pretty rough. The guy grabs my hand really hard and starts mashing and literally crunching it around with all of his strength (and I mean audible "CRUNCHING"!), I could tell at this point that my hand was further along in the healing process than first assumed, this was also ascertained by the pained, confused and nervousness of the doctors looks and the partial conversation that I caught while try to play a song on my mp3 thinger, a song, any song, I ended up with "black ice" by goodie mob featuring outkast and then the guy sits up on my padded table thingy and puts my hand in his lap so he could put his full weight into the re-breaking effort, he seemed very strained and out of his professional doctor demeanor and into his "by any means necessary" mode. The exchanged glances of subtle horror between the two men was not exactly re-assuring at all to say the least, but when he was finally finished my hand was in fact straighter than it had been in weeks and I could tell that something, no matter how painful or awkward it was done, had been accomplished and the masher seemed fairly satisfied with his work. This all kind of caught me off-guard because I was expecting a much slower bureaucratic process and nothing to be done that day, but I was glad that I had little time to prepare for the shocking horror of it all and now, almost a week later, it's definitely much less pair shaped than it was since the initial break and now it looks a lot more like my hand, just kind of fucked up and broken and achy. I think I got the express, no insurance, no I.D. special and I'm not too upset about it. The only real pain is that I haven't been able to do much and I can't even tie my own shoes, there has been an immense lack of help from the people I know, but I have also been very anti-social in a pushing people away type of ...way, but I do that often, even when I am in perfect health, so it was my own fault (I do wish there was a little more support, but I'm not, nor do I have any right to be upset about it) and it should all be up-hill from here. I was getting cabin fever and snapping at nice folks and I started getting paranoid delusions , but those seem to be waning at this point & my (not completely un justified) lash out at Miguels friend Catherine who wrote about me for the east bay X was probably linked to my malnutritioned, dehydrated poor sleep having aftershocks from the hospital and the post procedural trauma involved. I asked the doctor with his eyes missing where I was & his needle wielding accomplice told me that I was in hell & I said that he was wrong, that he was mistaken and he told me "scott, you're already dead" and then I saw the chained up guy with his headed flipping around like a paint mixer and then I was in a bath-tub full of ice-cubes. Needless to say, I will not be going to the Heuronymous Bosch hospitals O'Toole center at St.Vincents ever again. They didn't even want to give me water because they though I was gonna throw it up, I just had to tell them that I rarely vomit and anyways, it would just be water, not blood, food and bile. Mmmmnnn, that's making me hungry, I think I need a bite. If all goes as expected, we should be see you all around the north east and mainland Europe (including Greece!) in August. SFH is close to a breakthrough as well & I will have news about them on the SFH myspace very soon . So check it out after wedenesday.
Don't let the demons tear away your soul, you have to see them as angels helping you let go of this mortal coil, just take Danny Aiellos advice,
Plaztic Sturgery Dizazter
stz |
| "No, but I play one on T.V.!" | |
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| Posted by gza on July 4th, 4:32 PM EDT |
A fucking idiot!!!
I have once again had the pleasure doing an interview for a "friend of a friend" & having it blow up in my face. I was asked to talk to the East Bay Express last week and out of 45 minutes of what I know wasn't complete idiocy my long conversation was boiled down to about four short quotes, all of which include me repeating the word "like" several times "like" a 1980's valley girl stereo-type. This is not neccesarily the interviewers fault, as there is an editor above them, but it's also not...not their fault.
Why do people hate crusties? Because people like me do interviews and have all of our rational thoughts and wit filtered through the vice-like strainer of the media-controlling hater. and we end up with such gem like quotes as "[crusties] always show up drunk" and "there are only like one or two bad seeds"????
ONE or TWO BAD SEEDS???? I'm never doing another interview sober again. You can read for yourself in this weeks East-Bay Express(.com) which features my ugly mug on the fucking cover. Never trust the press, even if your friends vouch for them (I'm looking at miguel from oakland). Everybody hates crusties, they just veil it thinly under their smug patronizing demeanors.
just, like, um, like, don't quote me on this,
sturg
p.s. I'm actually really busy organizing a sock monkey tea-party this month and, you know, between my two musical projects and all...I'm kinda' busy... |
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