and of course.

i gotta hit you with some tasty treats that i've been digging up over the last few days.

end of an era (for now).

yeah so if you know me or my brother fairly well, chances are you've attended some of the debaucherous late-night jams that occur in our apartment, or as it has been recently dubbed, the "bauer bunker". i have never seen more recycling come out of a place in my life. we will easily go through 7-10 large trash bags full of beer cans or more in a week. things get out of control. and there has just been way too much absinthe around.

good music, good people, good times and lots and lots of booze. and the best part is that the landlord lives right above us, and never hears a thing. well at least for a while. and go figure, they heard something when there was about 5 people in our apartment on like a random tuesday or something. we've had that place packed to the gills and they heard nothing. just our luck. anyways, we've been given the warning that things have to cool down a little bit. it definitely won't be a permanent thing, but we'll have to tone it down a little bit for a while.

we will still have late-night jams, but the guest list is gonna have to be a bit more exclusive. so if you find yourself at my house on the late-night tip, know that you are VIP status. anyways, here are some pics from the last big jam at our place. this one was wild and wound up with me and andy horsing around and going flying through my closet and ripping the doors completely off. i also thought it would be a good idea to put a hole in the wall with my head. awesome. enjoy.






























yes. this was done with my thick ass skull. and its about the size of a bowling ball.

get your face punched in.

yeah so this show on march 6 is gonna be pretty wild. about a month and a half ago, my man GDP hit me up and wanted to collabo on a show at dingbatz. he's got a band called fleshtemple who are fuckin ill as fuck. he wanted to do a division east & death/traitors show. if you don't know about the death/traitors, you better ask somebody. straight outta brooklyn, these dudes make some really sick t-shirts and throw together a lot of sick events in the city. Check out their website: www.deathtraitors.com. they are sponsoring this show with us and will be doing some random product tosses/giveaways/etc. they rule.

the line-up we have is sick. with the exception of one band, i have seen every other band and know for sure that they are ridiculous. the one band i don't know is called troublemaker, but i checked out their myspace and they sound awesome. plus they came with a big recommend from GDP. they will be kicking off the night.

next, we have the black kites, who i saw at the meatloacker a couple months ago. these dudes are fucking ridiculously brutal, and caused the meatlocker to erupt into straight chaos. i was really blown away when i saw them.

from there we have my boys caught in a trap from queens. straight up, old-school new york city hardcore. these dudes are fucking awesome dudes to listen to and party with. i'm real siked they are making the trip out to jersey for this one.

after them will be fleshtemple (there is a link above). a lot of hometown heroes in this band. you will be siked.

to close off the night will be my good friends painful urination who always put on a sick show, complete with tons of outlandish stage props and costumes, and music that can drive you to murder. and as a special treat, directly after the painful urination set, will be an improv set by cough, which consists of my brother, rocco and joey ott from painful urination, and ryan jannson on drums. make sure you stick around for that.

all in all, this is going to be a fun night. i don't fuck around when i put a show together, and to collabo with GDP and the death/traitors means it will be just that much more insane. don't miss this show. FRIDAY, MARCH 6 2009. doors open at 8pm. first band at 9:30pm. get there early and support the underground.

that real shit.

through my work and times with division east, i have really been put on to a lot of seriously ill peeps. peeps who really hold shit down and keep it real.

a lot of people are turned off by new-era hip-hop, myself included. i don't wanna hear some dudes talking about how much money they have and how much their chain costs. i don't wanna see videos full of fake ass dudes driving rented ferraris and wearing fake rolexs and costume jewelry. that shit is terrible.

yeah i do like hip-hop. good hip-hop. old hip-hop. 80's and 90's hip-hop. when dudes told stories and talked about some real shit. true lyricists. true writers and producers. shit that you just sat around and smoked philly blunts to. yeah i said philly blunts. but for real, that era is basically dead in mainstream hip-hop. you got a lot of good underground cats still keeping it real, but when i was growing up you would hear rough ass shit like wu-tang on hot 97. it ain't like that anymore. hot 97 might as well be z100. it's terrible. and kids now have no idea how bad the music is that they listen to. i thank god that i grew up when i did.

but anyway, through my travels i had the pleasure of meeting my man max jerome who really holds it down and keeps shit real. i've been doing a lot of flyers/artwork for him and if you have a chance, go peep one of his events. you will not be disappointed. i've seen bars erupt into full-on dance parties with this dude on the wheels of steel.

here's a few upcoming events. artwork is mine. 1s & 2s are all max jerome.

tuesday.

yeah a lot of people think i'm some kind of degenerate drunk. and in some ways, i guess i am. i drink quite often and always heavily. i mean granted, i work a night shift. i get out of work at 11pm, and i hate going home right after work. so its pretty much a given. a lot of people get out of work at 5 and go to happy hour and that's ok. i just happen to have a vampire work schedule.

really, the only thing that would make me come home right after work would be an awesome chick who was down to hang out, smoke, eat, fuck and watch movies with me on a regular basis. that would rule, and i'd be so down for that. but i never seem to get that lucky. lately, i just get hit on by all kinds of pyschotic shitbags that i am totally unattracted to and sometimes dream of stabbing. and all the good chicks that i totally dig just wanna be my buddy. awesome. yeah, so i go out and drink. heavily. it happens.

and in all honesty, i hate to use that as an excuse. but i guess in that respect, i am a little weak. i am definitely man enough to admit that i could sometimes use a good chick in my life to keep me a little bit in line. not change me and keep me all locked up, just keep my shit in check every once in a while. just when i'm fucking up too much. give me a reason to give a shit about something ya know? i am such a self-indulgent person with very little self-control when it comes to drinking. if there is no one stopping me from myself, i get really out of control.

i go on benders for days, weeks, months at a clip. like i did last night. i mean a fucking tuesday. a random tuesday in febraury. i got more drunk than most people get on new years eve. shots upon shots. drinks upon drinks. i closed out the bar, and then drank almost an entire bottle of 30-year old wine by myself when i got home. its all a little fuzzy, i just remember people being at my house and telling them to go fuck off and shit. i was like fuming mad, and i really don't even know why. what for? my life ain't that bad. yeah, i got shitty things going on and i'm stressing a lot over things that i shouldn't stress about. but who doesn't? for the most part, my shit ain't that bad. it could obviously be better, but it could also be infinitely worse. and i know that.

i'm not sure what's going on lately, but i've just been on some real other shit. feeling like the world is crashing down around me and there is nothing i can do about it. i think its this time of year in general. i hate when it gets dark at 5pm. i hate the holidays and valentines day. i hate the cold weather. i hate snow. so i'm sure that has a lot to do with it. well that, plus the inhuman amounts of booze that is ingested into my bloodstream. and i'm sure the constant playlist of mogwai, godspeed you! black emperor and set fire to flames isn't helping either. i've been on some real jim morrison, jack kerouac, charles bukowski type drunk shit. for real. breaking things. putting holes in the wall with my head. needing to have knives and sharp objects forcefully taken away from me.

i feel like reality is a dream at some points. shit isn't even real. it's like i'm not even awake. but in a really weird way, i feel like i am going through a transformation. like i am molting. like i'm about to break through the walls of a cocoon and some real amazing shit is about to drop. we shall see.

anyway, i'm going to get drunk now. maybe i'll see you in the warp <333

tasty goodness.