BACKSTORY:
So let's cover my entire weekend in one entry, shall we? Let's.
My sleeping pattern is officially deceased. I haven't been to school in a week and a half. I'm lucky to sleep from 7:30 AM until 12 noon. Why? Hell if I know really, just sitting around listening to music, thinking. However - this morning led to me getting a good view of the sunrise from this apartment window. So I didn't do very much Friday, however I stayed up until 7:30 AM and crashed until 9 AM.. Horrible, I know. Of course right as my head hits the pillow, an argument begins. So sleep is pointless after 6 AM in my house. Lovely, isn't it? My mother's situation is getting progressively worse and I'm beginning to convince myself she's going to wind up dead - and only she can save herself. I've tried to care. I've honestly tried, but it got me nowhere. She knows where I stand on the situation. If she wants the help, she knows where to go - and I will support her if it's more than a false promise of "I'm going to rehab tomorrow" ..Yeah, like the last six times you said it, right?
So I wake up after another nap Saturday afternoon in hopes of getting SOME sleep before the Heaven Shall Burn concert... I hop online around 1 PM to see my friend Krystal online, and I knew she had tickets to the show, so I ask how she's getting there - and she invites me to go for the drive up with her and her brother. I gladly agree, since it beats a 75 minute train ride + 45 minute walk to the Wreck Room.
I have a headache - bleh. I've drank too much Coke in 36 hours. I blame Ryan.
Anyway, so we listen to Dream Evil on the way up, and I'm glad I don't wear leather pants. We arrive an hour after the doors open, and of course miss only half the opening band's set. They weren't special anyway. We notice how tiny the fucking venue is, it's a bar, where the stage barely had space for amps and 5 band members. Also I was bothered by the lack of Heaven Shall Burn shirts in sizes bigger than medium. Apparently the band miscalculated the merch demand for their first North American tour in seven years. So I grabbed their "Iconoclast" allbum for $10.
Up next was Bloodshoteye, with a female singer who certainly knew how to growl, and dare I say - gave Angela Gossow a run for her money in female death growls. Otherwise, the band didn't impress me enough to purchase anything. Up next was the number 2 reason I bought the ticket to this show... THE GHOST INSIDE. A hardcore band from California who just released their album last week (which I also promptly spent $12 on - their shirts looked like shit however) Of course the band didn't disappoint and fucking hammered the stage for about half an hour. I was definitely pleased and had doubts about dropping the cash for the album, but the performance confirmed it for me.
Embrace the End? Ehh, they truly weren't anything special. Plus they took fucking -forever- to set up. Definitely a boring moment in the show, I almost wanted to buy a shot of Jager and pray for the time to pass. Then finally at 8 PM, Heaven Shall Burn set up their gear - and it was awesome because they're German and the guitarist speaks broken English... Which leads to many hilarious moments as he attempts to complain to the sound guy with such lines as "Can you turn this red light (a stage light) off?" and "Can you turn the guitars on the drums down?" My only complaint about Heaven Shall Burn is the fact that for headliners, they only played 50 minutes, and we were back in the car by 9:00 PM. Overall worth the money I spent on the ticket. Plus, I've got two new CDs for considerably cheaper than I'd have gotten them here in Oshawa.
On the way back we stopped at Burger King in Ajax for food...and as we left one of the girls behind the counter said "bye Jeremy" which creeped me out because I didn't recognize anyone - either that or I wasn't looking hard enough.
So since Sunday afternoon, I've been at Ryan and Tricia's. I just spend most of the time on the internet, though Ryan fell asleep on the couch last night (my fucking bed) which means I got to sleep in Tricia's mom's bed at 7:30 AM... and it was a comforting through that I knew I was going to finally sleep in peace and not be woken up by any kind of argument whatsoever. Maybe a happy family does exist somewhere? I head back home tomorrow, and I can only hope that things have improved - but I doubt it.
Ring of Honor in Toronto - July 25th.
Dethklok/Chimaira in Toronto - June 20th.
Fuck yes.
WRESTLING:Butch Reed vs. Dick Murdoch (9/22/85) [BW-1]
The opening minutes of this one really points out that Murdoch makes Reed pay for everything he does. Murdoch counters out of the headlock pin attempt by sliding out into the hammerlock – twice. Then Reed kicks out at one and Murdoch instinctively grabs the wrist for more punishment. Reed hesitates to throw the fist, so Murdoch takes him down. Another thing this pointed out is that I have never seen anyone throw a stomp or a kick as good as Dick Murdoch, he also really cranks down on the wrist while working over the arm. Simple shit but it looks flawless. I can appreciate a ref who actually moves to a position to always see the shoulders on the mat also. Murdoch sells the death punch at 27 minutes by just flopping lifelessly through the ropes and the crowd is really into this. Reed’s had enough of getting stomped and just punches Murdoch’s face in a couple of times. Reed landed one hell of a punch that knocked Murdoch on his ass and I really love this. Murdoch transitioning from having his leg tortured to go on offense with three punches to the jaw is a work of beauty. Also Murdoch selling the left leg is incredible. This match really is 80% Dick Murdoch with Butch Reed definitely holding his own. If it wasn’t for the finish this would be my number one, that’s how much I loved it up until countout – it seemed like they just fell out for too long and continued brawling. The first 45 minutes however were damn good. However to its credit, the countout finish and the post-match brawl make me want to skip to the rematch immediately.
Ted DiBiase vs. Bob Sweetan (Taped Fist) (10/11/85) [BW-3]
DiBiase always threw a damn good punch and this here is an obvious clinic of it. Sweetan gets a lot of heat by getting his ass kicked for the first ten minutes or so. I don’t mind the commentary in this one. “What a wollop!” Haha. Awesome. Sweetan hulks up and connects with a beautiful forearm. DiBiase really knew when to sell his ass off. Nice kick off the spinning toe-hold into the corner by Sweetan with DiBiase going back first into the second turnbuckle. The second I saw DiBiase put the glove on I knew it was over – though I’ll give Sweetan credit for literally diving at the glove the moment he saw it on DiBiase’s hand. Middle of the road for me on this one.
MUSIC:
Now, I may get a lot of heat for this section from a fat bastard I know.. but I felt the urge to elaborate on it...
"A Sense Of Purpose" - In FlamesI've listened to this album three times full in the last two days, and it's growing on me more and more. With the accompanying studio DVD it also helps in an appreciation of the album, because you get a feel for everything that went into it. However - there's also funny moments like Daniel rubbing his cock on a guitar that's signed for some fan and Anders firing Bjorn for sucking at Guitar Hero III *coincidentally it was for Take This Life haha* but yeah just this album feels like Soundtrack To Your Escape 2, simply because Come Clarity felt like more of an actual heavy album - which accounts for my initial disappointment in this album, I suppose I was spoiled by the general heavyness of the last effort.
The lyrics for this band just seem to get more and more cryptic and just take the listener everywhere within the span of a four minute song, with little sense of direction unless within the context of the verse itself. No sense of actual story, which is a far cry from albums made only five years ago. I'm usually very sticky when it comes to lyrics as I love trying to find a meaning and a way to attach myself to make the songs personal. This is in the entire opposite direction - which could be why it intrigues me so much. I have to truly take my own meanings from the lyrics to appreciate them.
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