The last Moria show

Tonight was the last Moria show. I'd been anticipating this bittersweet event for quite sometime now. I'd known about the break up for a few months now. I've followed them since I was accidentally at their first show 5 years ago at a little place called Jim Dandy's. These guys were very important to the Salinas scene, and they will sadly be missed.

A few friends of mine piled into my honda around 5, and we set off for the show. Ignite sang over the speakers over our long journey. We arrived with time to spare. Greetings were made and ATM's were used. Eventually they let people in. The first band was mediocre to my ears, but got kids moving. After they were done, I saw Taylor and Joel approach the mic.

Cops had decided to rain on our parade. The show had to end soon, so Moria decided to go on next. I feel bad for the other bands not being able to play, but I was beyond excited to see who I wanted to immediately. Moria was a bit rushed, but definitely went out with a band. They started the set with 3 songs off the first demo. When old school salinas goes off, it's like dynamite going off. Who am I not to be another stick in that bundle? Crowd rushing, circle pitting, two stepping, and edge moshing. I was being a dick, I admit... but I had not a care in the world. I was going off for a band I wouldn't see again.

Afterwards, we waited around for awhile to see what the plan was. We did not drive down 90 miles to hang for two hours! Everyone headed to In 'N Out, so we followed suit accordingly. Jaeson paid for our meal and we hung out there for awhile. Since the show was rushed and abrupt, they are thinking of doing another one.

If this was their last show, I'm satisfied. I do not want another one. I'll go if there is one, but multiple last shows don't feel right. You book one, and roll with what comes. In the end though, I'm proud to say I've made many friends cause of this band. They've been great friends, and opened my eyes to a great scene an hour and a half away from me. My last band's first show was with them. Hell, Steve and I road tripped to see Earth Crisis! Things in my life would not have gone the way they have had I not gotten into this band. RIP Moria.

Warped Tour 2008 aka old jaded show goer

Warped tour 2008 rolled through the Pier yesterday in SF. I must note that it is coming back to our area AGAIN august 16th. How do I know? The two bands on the tour I wanted to see are on THAT date. I found this out at 2am the night before.

I could not sleep. I tried at 4am, and at 6am debated on just staying up. I met up with Mace @ 9am. I decided to still go because I did not want to go back on my word for buying the ticket off him and I had nothing else planned during the day.

We get there, and it was as expected: hot and boring. I wandered most of my time there, catching bands as I passed by. I spent $18 on staying hydrated. I eventually found a hardcore pit, and left because it was completely newjack city. I ended up talking shit to people with James and yelling "Fuck my life!" randomly. This corporate teeny bopper fest was not something I wished to endure if there were no bands worth that personal sacrifice to see. After 3 hours, I journeyed home. It was good seeing friends left and right, but I should have backed out in hindsight. The sleep would have been nice.

Although the water balloon fight I got into later that night was amazing...

Luis' dad.

I have decided to make a big portion of this blog dedicated to stories about my friend Luis' dad. He is a good man no doubt, but he just has the most amusing events surrounding him as well as the most off the wall anecdotes leaving his maw. Here is undoubtedly the best story I was told tonight. Just thinking about it sends me in hysterics.


When Luis was a kid, his family went to Sebastopol to visit a family friend. They decided to take a baby pig from them as a pet. The pig was put in a box for safe travel. The pig sat in the back with Luis and his sister for the long ride back home. Sometime during the ride, the pig became very unsettled in his box. More and more did the creature become disturbed and hysteric. The children in the back grew more and more frightened; they knew if the animal got loose out of the box their lives would be at stake. Luis' father, in all of his wisdom, decided to try and calm down the pig. But how? How does one tame the savage beast? A simple solution brewed from the back of Luis' dad's mind: pure violence. A right hook straight to the snout and suffice to say, the pig was out. The trip continued to go as planned, until something unnerving was in the air. A feeling that things were not as they hoped and seemed. It appeared Luis' father was a mightier man than he thought himself to be. Upon inspecting the inside of the box one thing was oh so certain: the pig was dead. How does one take care of a situation as unique as this? Well, Mr. Luis' dad always has a solution for everything! He took the poor carcass and put it into some sort of sack. One container for another, right? Sack coffin in hand, Luis' dad took a might swing and sent the late pig on it's journey to the afterlife over the side of the highway.

First post

and not on lambgoat even! This will be a place for my fandoms: music and comics. Maybe commentaries on society and how much I despise it. Who knows.

The lamb and the goat have finally fused as one.