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This and last tuesdays post are thanks to my friend Hotdog. You may know remember him as the really old bald guy from Dr. strange, that looks like Greg Hetson or James Rebhorn.
This and last tuesdays post are thanks to my friend Hotdog. You may know remember him as the really old bald guy from Dr. strange, that looks like Greg Hetson or James Rebhorn.
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Ourstage and Facebook and current Megadose Facebook
Mad Marge and Wehttam from Mad Marge and the Stonecutters are at it again. This time teaming up with some other desert superstars, forgetting about mile high hairdos and laying down some sweet rock and roll riffs. It keeps getting better and better, keep an eye out for new songs and their upcoming full length. they may or my not be going by the name megadose, or something else by now.
If theres a vocalist more talented than Mike Patton, I’d like to hear it.
50% Locust. Ipecac. Pumped.
Hesperia math like its 1999.
My friends in Dirtbag played some shows with these guys in April(including this one), I pulled the lame move and didn’t go.
reading the comments I realized these last few posts must be leading to At the Drive In, or just following the timeline.
KB and I spent most of the weekend looking for gems. Started out Saturday with a shred sesh at Chino skatepark, then took it deep into the IE for the search.
Brick Bummer
Curvy and Kinky
Blue Maven
Swamp Thing
As we walked up to this one, I noticed trash strung out in the front yard, newspapers piled in the driveway and 2 lock boxes on the front door. The side gate on the right was unlocked and we walked straight in. Everything seemed fine and it couldn’t have been more welcoming as we walked through the second lockless gate. As we got closer to the fence, surrounding what seemed to be perfection, something didn’t seem right. I quickly took out my camera, snapped a few shots and then we heard it. There was music coming from the back room of the house. We both looked towards the sound. A bright red metal chair sat by the back door and a tattered grey sheet, that was used as curtains, blew through the screenless window. Just then, a breeze kicked up and slammed the iron gate behind us. After nearly shitting ourselves, we quickly and silently headed out, as Too $hort’s Freaky Tales provided an exit soundtrack faintly behind us.
We got in the car, took a deep breath, laughed and drove away swiftly to the next.
After the last, we approached this one with a litle more caution. The neighbors were busy in their front yard and paid us no mind. Another side gate welcomed us in and we walked up to this beauty.
Unlike the previous find, There was something about this one that just felt right. With a small amount of rain water, we decided to clean it and come back the following day.
KB and I were both hovered over the muck cover drain. I heard the sound of a screen door shut from the neighbor’s house and knew only a chain link fence separated the yards. I grabbed one of the buckets and made my way up to the shallow end and out onto the deck. Our eyes met. I waved and asked how he was doing. He answered with a smile, waved back and headed inside. With the sound of the screen door closing behind him, I knew it was on. We decided it was best not to wait and ride it now.
Both took a few runs, picked up the towels and buckets and headed out.
There was one more to check in the area, so we headed across town to give it a look. This one was different, very large with an overly tall fence standing between us. We struggled over to get a closer look.
Around 9 feet deep, super mellow trannies and quite a bit of water to bucket with just 2 of us, we decided not to press our luck and come back another time of this one. Pulled ourselves back over the fence, threw up some high fives and headed home.