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Strangely motivated by waffles.
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37 years old
United States, Maryland
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| MY DETAILS |
| EDUCATION: |
College Graduate |
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08/18/2008 09:51:27 |
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| Favorite Bands |
...should sound GOOD, not like horrendous intolerable shit! Punk rock. Not post punk, not proto-punk, punk. And not the fucking pop-culture garbage that assaults your senses every time you leave the house, or this so-called electroclash-synthpop-hipster-indie-postpunk fodder that runs rampant on this site. Stop kidding yourself, it fucking sucks. Burn it all. And fuck that pseudo-doom-metal shit played by bearded twenty-somethings dressed like truck-drivers. And fuck Turbonegro, christ do they suck, seriously, why do people buy into this horseshit? Worst band ever. Like a third-rate-KISS/Glitter Band-meets-Vaudeville act set to a bad rehashing of stale druggie rock with faux-hedonist lyrics about nothing. A good band should make me NOT want to kill myself and they fail miserably. UK 70's-80's/Oi!/UK82/anarcho/kbd/mod revival/powerpop/pub rock...THE NEWTOWN NEUROTICS. The Destructors. Mau Maus. Resistance 77. The Killjoys. The Hoax. Crisis. Dead Wretched. Exploited. GBH. Nasty Media. Soldier Dolls. Criminal Class. Sinyx. Transistors. Legion of Parasites. Six Minute War. The Fits. Discharge. Anti-Pasti. The Skids. Schoolgirl Bitch. Defects. Chelsea. Victimize. Puncture. Threats. Clockwork Criminals. Special Duties. A-Heads. The Mob. Cult Maniax. The Liberty. Oi Polloi. Potential Threat. Last Rites. Actives. Riot Squad. The Clash. Distorted Truth. Blitz. X-Ray Spex. Slaughter and the Dogs. Accursed. Red Alert. Clockwork Soldiers. Subhumans. Chaos UK. Infa Riot. Attak. Polemic Attack. Psycho Faction. Vicious Rumours. Skullhead. Toy Dolls. Adicts. Ad Nauseum. Hagar the Womb. X-Cretas. Dead Man's Shadow. Last Resort. Peter & the Test Tube Babies. 4 Skins. Ultra Violent. Butcher. Skroteez. Self Abuse. Lurkers. 999. Angelic Upstarts. Chaotic Dischord. Cocksparrer. S.A.S. Fallout. Dirty Dog. Blitzkrieg Bop. Menace. The Business. Xpozez. Penetration. Sham 69. Mayhem. Vice Squad. The Boys. The Jam. Stiff Little Fingers. Sick Things. The Outcasts. Ignerents. Lunatic Fringe. UK Subs. External Menace. Instant Agony. Adverts. The Users. Zounds. Sex Pistols. Suburban Studs. Crux. Control Zone. The Starjets. London. Charge. Two Fingered Approach. Professionals. Mega City 4. The Straps. One Way System. Public Disgrace. Johnny & the Self Abusers. Disorder (both the Bristol & the Tyneside bands), Armed Force. Chaos. Solvent Abuse. Deceased. X-Defektors. The Pack. Threats. Dawn Patrol. Abused. Cyanide. The Media. Sedated. Chronic. The Partisans. Fatal Microbes. The Accidents. The Circles. The 101ers. Another Pretty Face. Those Obnoxious Types. Wire. Action Pact. Drongos for Europe. Fallen Angels. Vibrators. Criminal Justice. Cockney Rejects. Skin Deep. Case. Menace. Afflicted. The Stench. Abrasive Wheels. Emergency. Indecent Exposure. Acid Attack. The Jerks. Soft Boys. Unwanted. Four Minute Warning. Victim. Disrupters. Foreign Legion. Kulturkampf. Chaotic Youth. The Dark. Court Martial. The Crack. I need to stop typing now.

Some old German bands: BOHSE ONKELZ!, Slime, Buttocks, Upright Citizens, Razors, OHL, Normahl, Boskops, EA80, Die Toten Hosen, P.O.Y... 
North Amer. 70's-80's Punk: Circle Jerks, Reagan Youth, Negative Approach, Artificial Peace, Black Flag, Agent Orange, The Lewd, JFA, Toxic Reasons, Naked Raygun, Agression, TSOL, Battalion of Saints, Zero Boys, CH3, Sado Nation, Legal Weapon, Vandals, Urban Waste, DRI, Articles of Faith, Forgotten Rebels, FU's, Necros, MIA, Shattered Faith, The Void, No Trend, PTL Klub, The Freeze, The Edge, Bad Brains, Los Olvidados, The Dils, Weirdos, Middle Class, X, Social Distortion, Bad Posture, The Dicks, MDC, Corrosion of Conformity, Mecht Mensch, No Fraud, Half Life, SS Decontrol, Gang Green, Government Issue, Verbal Abuse, Stimulators, Cro-Mags, Nihilistics, Avengers, D.I., Red Rockers, 7 Seconds, Uniform Choice, Adrenalin O.D., Kraut, Dag Nasty, Minor Threat, Teen Idles, F, Husker Du, FEAR, Angry Samoans, Suicidal Tendencies, D.O.A., Subhumans (Canada)... |
| Favorite Venues |
All the old local show spaces I still miss today: The Loft, Playschool, Maxwell's, Brown Memorial, Govan's Church, The Drydock Down Under I & II, Godfrey's, Pie Weasels, Am Rev Tavern, Shuffle House, The Attic in Frederick, The Jar, Chambers, St. Stevens, Towson Armory shows, Nicky D's, The Powerplant 20 yrs. ago when it still had a punk/hc floor, Hour Haus, St. John's Unitarian on Charles St.... |
| I'd Like to Meet |
"People" are overrated. Like I don't have to deal with enough assholes already. --People who don't constantly scan the room for someone more popular while they are half-talking to you. These pathetic types take up space and should be slaughtered on sight. --Guys who don't wear women's pants. It may be rock'n'roll and all, and looks good with creepers perhaps, but seriously, that shit is disturbing. No whiny hipsters. --People whose priorities aren't completely out of whack (this is surprisingly rare.) --People who are stable, and NOT insane, illiterate, emotionally stunted, inconsiderate, unable to think for themselves, habitually poor at making decisions great and small, social-climbing backstabbing sorts, unfathomably stupid... --People who don't perpetually date assholes and then perpetually complain about them. The only consistent factor in their failed relationships is THEM. --People who actually don't have a goddamn substance abuse problem; I know there have to be 2 or 3 left out there somewhere. --People who can have fun without having to be blindingly drunk, people that don't necessarily think "being fucked up" equals "having actual fun", or anyone so hollow they need to substitute their alcoholism or druggie persona for actual personality. No more generic cookie-cutter chaos punks, one-dimensional alcohol-obsessed cliche skinheads or other boring scene morons, thank you. --People who know when to leave the past in the past. People who live in a forward direction and want to do something with their lives. --People who don't think hygiene is the enemy and that being dirty makes them more punk rock. "Never trust a crusty." --No scumbags, no predatory filth, no drug dealing parasites or other lame cunts. --Who does that leave? Anyone at all? |
| Favorite Books |
Currently: Motley Crue's The Dirt Stephen King's Four Past Midnight Collection. The Heroin Diaries by Nikki Sixx. Blades Business Crew by Steve Cowens The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner by Alan Sillitoe. Keith Richburg's Out of America. Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane. Siddharta. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keys. Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. Robert Cormier's The Chocolate War. Colin MacInnes' Absolute Beginners. Bill Buford's Amongst the Thugs. Ian Glasper's Burning Britain & The Day the Country Died. American Hardcore by Steven Blush. Cranked Up Really High by Stewart Home. Pool Queues, Beer Bottles & Baseball Bats by Marc McYoung. Some of H.P. Lovecraft's fiction And most writings by Stephen King: Dead Zone, The Stand, The Long Walk,The Body, Insomnia, Graveyard Shift, 'Salem's Lot, Misery... |
| Favorite Movies |
Cloverfield. Best shit I've seen in years.  The Wanderers. Rumblefish. The Outsiders. Deuces Wild. Taxi Driver. Falling Down. Jacob's Ladder. The Edukators. Habit. Apocalypse Now. Office Space. Wallace & Gromit. The Serpent & the Rainbow. The Commitments. Quadrophenia. Nosferatu. The Hunger. Last House on the Left. Boondock Saints. Greenstreet Hooligans. 28 Days Later. 28 Weeks Later. The Deer Hunter. Falling Down. The Killers. Scarface. Heat. The Notebook. What Dreams May Come. Ronin. The Professional. Heat. Shaun of the Dead. Crash. Way of the Gun. Snatch. Lock Stock & 2 Smoking Barrels. Near Dark. The Quiet Earth. Repo Man. Anything decent with zombies. And definitely not The Happening, aka The Crappening. Yes to Horror Movies, No to Horrible Movies. |
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| ABOUT ME |
I am generally happy, often proudly bitter...I don't apologize for my life, period. Fuck being sorry, I've done my share of it and I'm sick of it. Socially 'adrift'. And I hide behind a dry, sarcastic wit that most people would find depressing, so I'm told. But I'd stand against the gates of hell for the people that I love, few as they are. And recently, for the first time in a while, I've been happier, which has made dealing with all the halfwit morons in the world a little more bearable. Maybe it's because I've cut out the dead weight - the dregs of humanity that will drag you down with them into whatever their self-generated personal 'crisis' of the week is...or maybe I really am an asshole-in-training who's no better than all the other stone-hearted uncaring pricks in this world...who knows...but I know caring less never felt so good. 
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| Interests |
| Pretentious record collector. Collector of other assorted stupid ephemera and shit, like I'm trying to fill the void to keep me from eating a shotgun barrel, but I'm growing to hate the hollowness of "stuff" more every day. Guitarist. Guitar person. I play said guitar in Baltimore band National Razor FDIC. Previously played in Baltimore bands Rebel Truce, Attica 9, Culture in Decline, Screwtape...Gibson Guitars fanatic (especially Les Pauls & SG's). Severe distrust of any organization with more than two members. Tattoos, no piercings, though I hate talking about tattoos with strangers for some reason. I celebrate art in all of its bastard forms. I make jackets when I should be doing 'productive' things. I rail against the fascism of Swiss Design doctrine, and I still feel some vague kinship with the Anthropological community. I love my polydactyl cat Hemingway and our new critter Mr. Fuzzington. I generally love animals more than people. They are more consistent, honest, and emotionally direct. I stock cans of cat food in my car and feed random stray cats whenever I see them. When I go to thrift stores I buy old mix tapes that people in relationships made for each other, and try to hypothesize why they might have broken up. I believe in righteous vengeance because I think justice is nothing more than the myth of the idealist. I despise loneliness but treasure the strength of solitude. And maybe I don't really hate most everyone all the time, but it sure seems that way recently. I am just weary of disappointment and tired of being let down by people who prefer passive aggressive headgames over being straight with me. But I'm not giving up yet. |
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