Blasts from the Past

Users of the TXHC.com forum posted these gems of Texas Punk Rock history.

Know your roots.

RIP Randy "Biscuit" Turner
1949-2005

TweetTweetMotherfucker

So I may not update this blog as often as I'd like, but I'm working on it. Things have been bumpy the last couple of years, but I'm still afloat. E/S is still kicking. So for those of you who crave more shit to read while shitting or sitting in your office, you can now follow my shenanigans on Twitter. I've attached a Twitter Widget to the sidebar for casual viewing, or you can choose to follow me for a path down a long and twisted road filled with hatred, women and the occasional word of wisdom regarding hatred and/or women.

FOLLOW ME AND/OR DIE!

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Straight Edge.

The Discipline.

Happy Edge Day.




From the mouth of Drew x Blood:

At first I thought Edge Day as a real thing was pretty silly, but after seeing how many people are butthurt that people still care about being edge I'm all for it. Your stupid fucking alcohol ads and cigarette smoke and drug talk invades my every day life. You can deal with one day of xxx status updates. There's my rant for the year.

Henry Rollins: The Iron

I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.

Completely.

When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me "garbage can" and telling me I'd be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn't run home crying, wondering why. I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.

I hated myself all the time. As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn't going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you'll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn't think much of them either.

Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn't even drag them to my mom's car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.

Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.'s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn't looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn't want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.

Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn't know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.

Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn't say shit to me.

It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything. That's the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.

It wasn't until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout.

I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn't ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you're not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.

I have never met a truly strong person who didn't have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone's shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr.Pepperman.

Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.

Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.

Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn't see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.

I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you're made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it's some kind of miracle if you're not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.

I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.

Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.

The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it's impossible to turn back.

The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.

Originally printed in Details Magazine, January 1993.

Darin Johnson's First Concert

"Did you see that guy? It must be his first concert."

http://www.myspace.com/oneagainstmanytx

MTLHC MMX

Montreal, Quebec has been a hotspot for great hardcore in the past couple of years. Some definite bands of note would have to be Omegas, PlusMinus and Enforcers. Much love to the Lifers Crew. If you get a chance, definitely check these bands out. I'm going to see about getting some words from my boy Tremblay about the current state of affairs in the MTL soon.


ENFORCERS have posted their Demo MMX to BandCamp and have it available as a free download. Be sure to cop that. Legit.

http://enforcersmtlhc.bandcamp.com/

LIFERS LIFE

LIFERS #2

LIFERS LIFE

DRUG DOGS! New HC print zine

DRUG DOGS, a new hardcore print zine outta L.A. is hittin' the streets and looks to be rockin' some solid features for its first issue.

Everyone who ordered one thus far will be getting their zines shipped out on Monday. Anyone else want in?

Featuring interviews with Greg Wilmott of Lockin' Out fame and COLD WORLD. Also, pieces on:

SURF NAZIS MUST DIE
DMIZE
WAR HUNGRY
BLACK SABBATH(?)

And some art!!

$2 by mail, $1 in person.

Email: drugdogszine@gmail.com

Paypal is Accepted! Send payments ($2) to: Drugdogszine@gmail.com

(Snail-Mailers: E-mail for Address!)

*ALSO I AM DOWN WITH TRADES, BUT PLEASE PM ME OR EMAIL ME SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT. YOU SEND ME YOUR ZINE FIRST AND I'LL SEND YOU MINE!*

POWERFKNTRIP

Sir Denniz Trauma brings us this thrilling clip involving Jaron's asscrack and Dallas thrashers, Power Trip, performing at this year's TXHC Superbowl, which was held at Red7 in Austin, TX on May 2nd.

TRIAL at Burning Fight: FML

So, due to the fact that I decided to move at the entirely wrong time, I ended up selling my tickets to Burning Fight because it would not have been in my best interest to be spending so much money on the trip...in retrospect, I made a BIG mistake. I would have survived being broke for a little while, and I would not have missed, what looks to be, one of the best sets in recent memory.




FUCK MY LIFE.

Eternal Summer in Austin [part 2]

So I didn't come through with updates by early February, but I promise, things will start to pick up again. As of late, I've just been adjusting to life here in Austin. I scored a warehouse job in the southside, and I'm working 40+ hours a week. I'm probably going to start making shorter posts to make up for the difference in how much free time I have now as opposed to when I was in Laredo working my lax-as-fuck office job; nowhere near a computer throughout most of my days now.

I'm jamming with a good bunch of dudes from around this great state in a band called Killer Ape. We listen to Merauder and Crowbar. A lot. We've got a demo recorded already. You can check that out on MySpace. We'll have some shirts and hard copies of the demo available at upcoming shows. If all goes well, we should be hitting up the west coast around late July/early August and playing Grownfest 3!

http://www.myspace.com/killerape09

Also, if you have never done so, check out my boy, Tremblay, from Montreal's blog/zine, LIFERS. Peep game.

http://lifersmontreal.com/

LIFERS LIFE.
SUMMER'S ETERNAL.
HARDCORE LIVES.
MMIX.

Not to Touch the Earth

Boredom really got to me, so I grabbed the tripod and said, "fuck it."
I walked to Bob Bullock Loop [20]. I found a few good spots where the cars wouldn't run me over or something, and I saw a wild pig, or maybe it was coyote... couldn't really tell. I flashed my camera light towards the bushes right next to me because I heard something move, and I saw two shinny eyes, and I was like, "ohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkk," so I got my shit and moved a few feet away. The next thing you know, there was an animal of some sort on the street, but I was too far away to see what it actually was...

These are the pictures I took. I haven't edited them yet, but I will get around to it, eventually. Maybe when I get bored again. Enjoy.

The Chemistry of Common Life

The debut full-length album on Matador Records from Canada's infamous, Fucked Up, is set to be released next Tuesday, October 7th, 2008, and a full stream of the new record is being offered via Rhapsody. I'm in a few tracks and it sounds good so far. Entitled The Chemistry of Common Life, it's the follow-up to 2006's Hidden World.

I'm not sure why, but the stream is currently only available to US residents. It has yet to be stated if a full stream will be available to non-US residents before the album's release.

You can find the stream here.

Once Tasted Ever Wanted...

So Juanjohn, Bubba and Jr came over to chill, and I decided to make some shrimp Pad Thai being that it had been while since I'd made that particular dish. I used the usual flat rice noodles, but as I finished up and was putting all the stuff away, I found another pack of rice noodles that I had forgotten we purchased a while ago. They were the more vermicelli style noodle or, "rice sticks." As I looked at the package of noodles, I couldn't help but notice the terrible slogan along the bottom of the label. Go figure the noodles were manufactured in the Phillipines, as the slogan read, "Once Tasted Ever Wanted..."

What?

I reread the slogan a few times to make sure I wasn't just tired or seeing things, but sure enough those pesky Phillilpinos managed to butcher the English language enough to the point where it was undecipherable as to what the fuck they intended it to say. It was enough to give us a good laugh, so I figured I'd share.

Here's Bubba holding the pack of noodles:

I'll probably end up using the noodles in some soup, or I'll make some spring rolls.

If I decide to quit being lazy, I'll document the recipe for my Pad Thai and post it up sooner or later.

Juanjohn, on October

Ok, so yesterday I was at a hangout with a few good friends when someone asked me for a ride, of course I said ok not knowing what was in store. I don't know what time I took off, but by that time two other people had asked me for a ride, and I was drunk, so I said ok. On the way to drop off the first set of kids my tire goes flat. WTF! That's what I get for being nice. Fuck life and fuck driving on a donut. If any of you get a chance, check out GHOST MICE! They're a really great folk band. It's October!!! My birthday is in thirteen days, and I can't fucking wait to be twenty. Props to Jai's post regarding his October playlist. I will join in and say the Misfits fucking rule, and Danzig is a fucking badass. Well, that's pretty much it. I hope everyone has a good weekend.

October is here...

You know what that means.

My day to day playlist is going to consist of the following:

Introductions...

Name: Juanjohn

Where: Laredo, Texas

Age: 19

Occupation: Alcohol enthusiast and (now) Occasional blogger

Interests: Shows, Drinking, Smoking, Computers, Conspiracies, College, Books, Agua de Melon and Mexico

Music: Everything and anything that sounds good. Seriously, try me.

This is my first blog ever, so I'm gonna try to stick to the point. We first came up with the phrase Eternal Summer when we graduated and realized that from that point on, since our lifestyles don't demand us to work our asses off, it will forever feel like an Eternal Summer. Well I can only speak for myself regarding that meaning, specifically. In this blog I would really like to just post the experiences of me and the people I share them with.

Google hacked?

Yesterday, I did a whois on Google, and what I found was pretty crazy. . .

Google has a list of random servers linked to it's web page.


(click on the links to view images)

This was Sunday at 9:59pm.

This was last night at 11:17pm.


I don't think Google knows that they have a problem because the site is working normal.

Home-made Stickers

Editor's Note: I would recommend the use of posterboard/manilla folder for the stencil as it's much easier to cut, will result in a smoother design, and helps prevent underspray. Remember kids, x-acto knives/boxcutters are dangerous pieces of equipment, so practice proper safety to avoid injury.

An hour, 2 cans of spray paint 35 Priority mail label stickers, some tape, an old magazine, and a stencil cut out of a U.P.S box later...

The 8 looks bad, but I got my point across.







For laughs, this is my good friend, Blocker, ejecting my drunken uncle out of my room...



...and a video by a good band: The Icarus Line - Slayer

Ajay Enuf on DCXX pt.2

As some of you may recall, I posted up a demo from a late 80's NJ hardcore band by the name of Enuf. Well, DCXX has posted up part two of their ongoing interview with frontman and New Jersey's Hardest, Ajay Enuf. They talk about the band's beginnings, and Ajay remembers going to shows all over the place and old crew from back in the day.

Aside from the interview, they posted up some scans from the demo's insert. It wasn't in its entirety, but it was cool to see those that got posted. Much thanks to the DCXX crew.

You can check out the full size scans over at Double Cross.