Enjoy the hard sound of Metallica but desire a lighter version for those less tumultuous mood swings? Look no further: Harptallica has arrived (last year, actually). More interesting, more genuine and much less "produced" than other classical forays into metal territory, Ashley and Patricia have taken their giant harps on the road. They've also released their CD of Metallica compositions!
This may not turn into a regular feature, but it's always worth quoting the little man of metal every now and then. Recently, an Australian paper caught up with RJD while (still) touring with Sabbath's latest incarnation as Heaven and Hell. Here's what he had to say about himself:
"I'm not really that impressed with myself... I know what I can do and I do that really well... But once you start believing what other people are saying about you, you've got nowhere else to go..."
"I'm my own judge and my own critic, and I'm a harsh critic... I want every show to be perfect, I want to sing perfectly, I want the weather to be perfect. Guess what? That never happens. But at least I have a goal..."
As far as other things, I can barely tie my shoes. I can do basically nothing any more but I can still get up on stage. It's a job, I'm no better than the plumber or the electrician."
Our pal Michelle sent us some stolen memories on her recent trip out West. The photos came in this cool little yellow plastic container, a Picture-Tainer! It held about a dozen faded snapshots of teen sporting events from the 1980s. Here are some highlights from the big game!
Good news! We finally found our favorite sock monkey, Blabla, a new baby boy! His name is Arthur Atari. Blabla took his binky and went to live on the prairie with Atari. According to his first letter, he seems to like it there so far with his new family. Monkey handwriting is sort of hard to decipher, but he said something like: "Stinky Town is no place for a sock monkey, fools!" Not sure what that means, but we wish him well in the Midwest.
I saw Slayer before I really knew who they were. One of those life-changing, early teen encounters. Much to my Dad's dismay, after this show I wore a groove in my vinyl copy of Reign in Blood. I played it non-stop for months on end. At one point, worried about the noise level and what the neighbors might think, he came into my room and demanded I "turn down that garbage - it sounds like someone's being murdered in here." He could never decipher the lyrics of any other band I played, but Araya's gravelly vocals struck a new chord with Dad. When the crush wore off in a few months, I never saw him so happy that I was back to listening to the old standards like AC/DC and Motorhead. I guess he saw the threat of his son becoming a serial killer pass. (I must say, Slayer's new album is quite good.)
This may not turn into a regular feature, but it's always worth quoting the little man of metal every now and then. Recently, an Australian paper caught up with RJD while (still) touring with Sabbath's latest incarnation as Heaven and Hell. Here's what he had to say about himself:
This weekend, we had the extreme pleasure of meeting Little Charlie Z. He's just under a week old!
We witnessed lots of family bonding...
between the peanut...
and Mom...
and Pa.
In between wardrobe changes (3 or 4 in the afternoon we were there, due to both barf and poop), Tina got to hold the little guy...
as did Dan, who couldn't get enough of CharleZ's ultra-tiny features!
Including those little honker toes on those little monkey feet!
Perfect for those little socks.
Our pal Michelle sent us some stolen memories on her recent trip out West. The photos came in this cool little yellow plastic container, a Picture-Tainer! It held about a dozen faded snapshots of teen sporting events from the 1980s. Here are some highlights from the big game!
Good news! We finally found our favorite sock monkey, Blabla, a new baby boy! His name is Arthur Atari. Blabla took his binky and went to live on the prairie with Atari. According to his first letter, he seems to like it there so far with his new family. Monkey handwriting is sort of hard to decipher, but he said something like: "Stinky Town is no place for a sock monkey, fools!" Not sure what that means, but we wish him well in the Midwest.
