True to the Game

Always had a way with words...

...And Live

Good advice for this time of year, whether it's for yourself or a message to the Atlantic Ocean. Some of the better boardwalk graffiti I've found.

Viva La Speed Metal

There's enough people spewing all over the internet what they're thankful for today. Instead of me telling you the same thing everyone else is, watch Joel Tudor on his ten footer smooth it out on some peelers. What I'd give for those kind of waves these next couple days...wave starved.

The actual soundtrack isn't that unbearable until they go all "Cosby Show" towards the end of the song. I'd suggest muting it and playing the live Jazz June track about twenty seconds in. The Jazz June made some pretty good tunes in the late 90s, early 2000s.

Lurker

Caught Bad American's set Saturday night at the Secret Art Space. Great set and great space to catch a show. LVHC still lives.

What is Hip?

A great athlete. A great teacher. A great coach. A great human being and one of the hippest guys you could ever know. Rest in peace, coach.

Searchin' For the Light

I have a reoccurring dream. It's one I've had ever since I was like ten or eleven and was "bitten" by the surf bug. Basically, in the dream, I will be attempting to surf, but something happens and keeps me from getting away waves. In past dreams I've shown up with a board that turns to cardboard, a board that I end up realizing is broken just before I paddle out, boards that are too thin, waves that are uncatchable, unmanageable crowds, etc. Either growing up and getting in the water a limited amount of time had an impact on my psyche or a I have a fear of erectile dysfunction.

On a related note, fuck this time of year. The other day, the wind had died, swell was rolling in and clean lines were to be had running all up and down this stretch. Everyone knows that first look when its good: that first glimpse is better than any drug. Sitting in the water, there was little current, no crowds, bearable water temps, perfect walls headed toward the shore and the sunlight was fading more and more with every wave ridden. I felt like I was living the dream, but not in the horribly cliched sense. Instead, it was my bad dream come true. Squinting to distinguish the horizon from the water in the absence of light, I snagged one last wave that felt like it went on forever and headed in, feeling completely amped and disappointed all at once.

I took this shot on the ride home. Fuzzy, but some interesting colors.

Can't Get Ahead

Maybe you remember Force Fed. Straight outta Perkasie, PA they played a bunch of shows, did an awesome demo, a seven inch on Painkiller and then vaporized. Bleak Reality is the lead singer's new band, and for as much as I dug the FF demo, this one is really good, too. Anger, resentment, negativity are all rolled into three songs of pretty simple, stripped down hardcore, giving it an early 80s vibe. Definitely worth checking out and ordering a demo off their myspace or something.

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1. Bleak Reality/Coattails

2. Draw the Line

3. Can't Get Ahead

Absentee Debate?

Nope. No missing this. April 9th.

Photography: Matt Miller

Growing Up, The Next Step

It's funny because last year, the balls would be flying all over the arcade. Now, she can at least roll 9 gutter balls. Arcade life ain't a bad way to spend a Saturday. Something to DL tomorrow or Monday.

Under a Serpent Sun

One good thing about this time of year, is you get to see things like this. Post session sunset over the bay.

Just Can't Post Enough

Everybody's Gonna Die

Cro-Mags from KO Films on Vimeo.

November Coming Fire

Chilly air temps, empty streets and empty breaks clue us in that the transition from summer into fall is official on full throttle. Darker nights, colder mornings means a smaller window of waves for the working man during this time of year. Minor hurdles to face for waves. You get used to the chilliness and I'll take clean, empty and cold any day of the year.

I bet maybe one or two people might know where this picture was taken. It's maybe 50 yards from waves.

The 12th of November, Asbury Park

You should go to this...

Be Yourself

Welcome to Ditchyourfriendsville

tile is a sludgy, heavy, noise-y project that has released a bunch of seven inches and a pair of cassettes in the past couple years and they all rip. Most are limited runs of 100 or less and pretty hard to come by, but all are worth tracking down. The demo was reviewed on here in the past (although when I used the search function, it couldn't find it), but it is probably my favorite material from tile, besides the LP, which has been uploaded for your listening pleasure.

The LP "Welcome to Ditchyourfriendsville" had a press run of 208 copies, with some pressed on green and others on black through Limited Appeal Records in the spring of '09. The record is heavy as hell and one-sided, with the other side etched with some artwork by Eric DeJesus. Included is the track "Free Pizza, Haircuts" which was recorded on CD for the record release show and shows up as the first track on the dl, so it sounds a lot clearer than the other tracks. The rip isn't the best, with a lot of hiss during certain tracks, but it's worth it to hear this record. "Poison" into "Rail Tapper" into "Murder House" is such a brutal combo, I could listen over and over and over again. The good news is tile has another new seven inch coming out, which hopefully means there will be some shows in the future. Stay up to date with them here.

tile

Limited Appeal has a shit ton of cool records, and if you haven't heard about the Seth Putnam collabo, you need to check it out on their site. Go get this LP and the other tile records L.A. has.

The Death of True Spirit

Rest in Peace

A New Out

Way into the bands demo. Tryin' to get a hold of the one-sided 12" they had at Youngblood Showcase. Set from the afformentioned show:

Sacred Love YB Showcase 10/23/10 from truthtobetold on Vimeo.

Demo gets played once a day AT LEAST.

Cheap Thrills

Fin pictures are a dime a dozen. Some good downloads coming in the next couple weeks...demos and vinyl.