Seth putnam is awesome.

[~V+]

What happened with hatebreed?

we were playing some metal/hardcore festival in massachuseets. there were 3 stages, the misfits headlined the big stage, anal cunt headlined the middle stage, and hatebreed headlined the small stage. something happened earlier in the room the little stage was in, so the promoter decided to have hatebreed go on before us on our stage. i was in the bar next door the whole day (i wasn't interested in seeing any of the horrible bands that played). when i came in to play, i heard hatebreed were going on before us, so i went back to the bar. during hatebreed's set, lots of people were yelling at them, because they wanted to see us. the singer in hatebreed started whining that they were more popular than us and sold more records. so, i came back to the show when i figured it was time for us to go on. i got on the stage to get ready, and jamie started yelling at me. him or one of his pals pushed me, then 20 of their friends formed a big circle and started punching. they were either punching themselves, or the ground, because on the video of this, you can see 20 wiggers punching, and me standing 5 feet away watching with my arms folded. no one in hatebreed laid a hand on me. the cops came after the promoter fucked us over and said we couldn't play, and wouldn't pay us either. i was being a jerk to the cops, and they arrested me, opening the door with my head as we left the building. i'd also like to add that the bouncers at this club were a bunch of fags who thought they were really important. mostly the door guy who said i couldn't come in the club unless i gave him a free cd. i said no, and he said every other band did it, and tried to scare me with an angry look. then he said i wasn't allowed back in. after i told the guy in charge what happened, i obviously got back in, but that fag still tried to give me shit as much as possible for not being afraid of his "authority". and the promoter is a cheap jewbag.

[HOMERCHESTRA]

I plan to be the nicest man in rock and roll someday. Nicer than Ryan Martinie. Nicer than Ben Afflec. I'll never complain and be polite and people will question my sexuality because of it. I'll go on stage and thank the fans but really mean it, and they'll set up websites dedicated to me. "Here's Jason, he's a great guy. Sure he's a bassist, but what a great guy. He really likes us." I'll sign autographs till my wrist swells up with puss and rust, and I'll thank the people with a genuine, loving gleam in my eye. "Thanks, guys," I'll say. "Without you guys, there would be no us. You complete the deal." I'd wryly ruffle the hair of our young listeners. A man would come up to me after a concert, a man in a Megadeth shirt and tattered slacks, and he'd have his little blue-eyed son with him. He'd say, "My son wants to grow up to be a bassist, and I was wondering if we could get some pictures with you." The kid would look awestruck, but I'd say, "Howsabout we do even better?" Then I'd take the kid up onto the stage, hand him my bass, and say "Give it a whirl!" He'd play E open a few times and it'd be loud and obnoxious, but the kid would always remember that. The kid would play, and I'd walk up to the dad and say, "Hey, go talk to my manager. Tell him Jason sent you for some free swag" and he'd go. Then I'd molest the kid for a while, kill him and hide him in a oil barrel filled with lye. The guy would come back, and I'd tell him that his son went off looking for him. Twenty years later the dad would finally figure out what happened, but I would be dead by then. Killed by the very fan that loved me the most... oranges.

[~V+]

we played a show with drop dead on halloween, 2000. i've know them for a while, and i knew the drummer long before they even were together. i found some photos of drop dead from when we played with them in 1993 at gilman street in california, and since i didn't have any reason to have drop dead photos, i brought them to the show and gave them to them, and chatted with brian and bob for a while before we went on. during our set, some faggot punk rocker was spitting on josh, so i went out and punched him in the face a few times. i guess he was friends with drop dead or something. also during the set, i was making fun of drop dead and their gay lyrics. after constantly making fun of them, their pussy singer came while my back was turned and pushed me off the stage, and i got kicked repeatedly by a bunch of faggot punk rockers. the crybaby punks were mad that i was making fun of towelheads, and just about everyone else. the gay guitarist for drop dead unplugged josh's amp, so josh took his glasses. if there was a mild fight,it lasted a couple seconds between other people, and everything got broken up and the cops came. after this show drop dead went around saying they beat us up, but it's all bullshit. they are a bunch of fags. p.s., this show was sold out, and the promoter only gave us $100. what a fucking jew.

[SLUM WIZZARD]

Holy shit.
Seth Putnam is now 20 times more awesome than I thaught he was beforehand.

wish theer wuz pix.

[~V+]

He's the lead singer of anal cunt.

[HOMERCHESTRA]

Hey V, I watched the first five minutes of a Ween concert. Thanks, ON DEMAND!

[SLUM WIZZARD]

He's the lead singer of anal cunt.
Everyone knows that.

I meant pics of the fights.

[~V+]

Hey V, I watched the first five minutes of a Ween concert. Thanks, ON DEMAND!
Jewbag.

[Rory Storm]

A.I.D.S.

[~V+]

I hate eric idle, he isnt funny.


have any idea if it was "live in chicago"?


Cause if it is, thats nothing special.

[HOMERCHESTRA]

It was, but I didn't watch the whole thing. I guess I'm still disoriented after basing my original opinion of Ween off of the "Hey There Fancypants" song they did on Crank Yankers.