Jul 02 2007

Live In Concert: He Is Legend, Maylene & the Sons of Disaster, Modern Life is War, & House of Fools

Category: Uncategorizeddryvetyme @ 20:11

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He Is Legend

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Maylene & The Sons of Disaster

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Modern Life Is War

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House of Fools

The Door
Dallas, TX
June 23, 2007

One of my more annoying traits is my tendency to make fun of how old I’m getting and how my ever-increasing age disallows me the privilege of enjoying some of my favorite things in life. Take hardcore shows for instance. Should I really be spending my evenings going to shows where I’m older than the average attendee by 8 or so years? So what if most of the band members are close to my age? At least they’re on the stage playing the music. It’s OK for them to be in their mid-20’s; it’s their fans who fall into the 15- to 21-years-old age bracket. Nevertheless, I just don’t think I care anymore, so I’m increasingly becoming more comfortable with being the old guy at hardcore/hard rock shows. At least when I go up to someone in the band I can conduct an intelligent and musically informed conversation with them.

(And besides, when you go to a hardcore show in a Morrissey t-shirt, you had better be able to defend yourself in the pit and know your music well.)

Thus, with all of that in mind, I jumped in a car with 2 of my brothers and 2 of our mutual friends where we drove 4 hours to see Maylene & The Sons of Disaster (MASOD) at The Door in Dallas, TX, located deep with band/club-friendly Deep Ellum. Continue reading “Live In Concert: He Is Legend, Maylene & the Sons of Disaster, Modern Life is War, & House of Fools”


Jul 02 2007

My Tongue Afire

Category: Uncategorizeddryvetyme @ 08:08

It’s rather warm in here
And the more I speak
The hotter it becomes.
Every time I use my tongue
Someone falls and the heat ratchets up.

Words fly
And temperatures rise.
I’d love for it to cool down
But I can’t seem to shut my mouth.

With my flapping gums
And with my pointed words
I just might chop you down.
And with all these fresh wood chips
I’m gonna burn it all to the ground.

Words fly
And temperatures rise.
I’d love for it to cool down
But I can’t seem to shut my mouth.

Words kill
And words hurt
The tongue a fire so deadly
Keep a careful watch
Extinguisher at the ready!

Words fly
And temperatures rise.
I’d love for it to cool down
But I can’t seem to shut my mouth.

APN.
Copyright 05/13/2007