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11/11

Sunday, November 8, 2009


thx deathknight!

I find this pleasurable, but not jizz-inducing.

Tho Morrie is still badass (how did i remain ignorant of his coolness for so long!?) and the rest o' the band has chops to show off too, the four minutes above only get me greedy for the new album, without satisfying me in the interim.

I dig how the drums come into "Dress Burning" (@2:00), and how the guitar changes underneath, as if the drums were water and you were hearing what the riff sounds like submerged. :)

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My God I Was SUCH A Fanboy (but i would not trade it for anythin')

Saturday, November 7, 2009



Saturday, January 11

My Last Deg Live
Part Two

Now playing:
Onmyouza
(the one with the pentagram on it)

The lights go out and the place explodes, that techno-beat intro they've been using starts pulsing, everyone shouts on cue and the two giant screens flanking the stage start flashing images from Deg's Zepp/Citta shows -- Kaoru in his red-and-white harlequin leather, Kyo caked in crusty white flakes, Die headbanging in his shiny blue suit, Kyo again, Toshiya, Die again, Kaoru again, Shinya, Toshiya, Kaoru... -- "the whole last year has been leading up to tonight!" they seem to be saying. And the crowd believes.

Then Shinya's name flickers and dances on the screen, and out waltzes Shinya, and everyone cheers. And Die, and Toshiya, and Kaoru, and finally Kyo -- and the cheers quadruple in ferocity. Everyone idolizes Kyo! I wonder what the other guys think, I wonder what i would think in their position... "Well, he's definitely the crowd favorite, so i guess I'm a little jealous, but fuck it, we split the profits equally, and i've got enough girls cosplaying me to keep my spirits up anyhoo..."

Silence.

Kyo: "Dir en grey desu."

The band beat their instruments noisily. Dun dun dun dun dun dun!!!! The crowd screams.

Shinya hits his hi-hat: 1, 2, 3, 4...

Mr Newsman!

(Or was Mr. Newsman the second song? Damn my rusty innards! Somebody find me a trustworthy online setlist before i embarrass myself!)

They play pretty much the whole Six Ugly E.P, and follow that with the bulk of Kisou. No Gauze at all, no Macabre til later, no indies anything unless the new Byo Shin counts. That's the first hour or so.

Then it's the new single, Drain Away, (due out 11/22) and here's where my memory gets fidgety... but i'm gonna go with my gut and say they stopped here and left the stage. We'll see what the DVD says when it comes out in a few months.

When they re-emerge, the first lilting piano phrases of Ain't Afraid to Die drift up -- and it's beautiful... but i find myself hoping they're gonna pull a "Osaka-jo I'll" and stop abruptly and Kyo'll yell Baka! and they're crash into Zan. But when we hit the chorus of Ain't and the snow starts falling from the ceiling -- it's gorgeous -- i realize that the Zan trick ain't gonna happen, so i relax and enjoy the ride. And at the middle break, no one interrupts the silence (eerily!), and Kaoru's crunchy little guitar flicks sound out before he slides into the solo, and yeah, Ain't Afraid to Die is a pretty cool song.

Then they storm through Jessica (which, i realized, is far and away my favorite Deg song -- it's happy and it's heavy, everyone loves to crowdsurf for it... it embodies all that's cool about a Deg live.)

Then Filth... then an intermission, and when they finally return, KR Cube and Rasetsu Koku and... bang, done.

So that's the basic skeleton. Here's the juicy details:

Oops, outta time, see ya tomorrow!


~


Saturday, January 11
My Last Deg Live
Part Three

Now playing:
Megadeth
Rude Awakening

Okay, details!

There were two ramps that came out, skirting the "A" blocks on the outside. The ramps got used quite a bit -- all the guys definitely came out at least twice, plus a third time during the "wave goodbye and hug and crack open champagne and laugh and throw picks" bit at the end... but already i'm getting ahead of myself!

So we're ten minutes into the show... the band is chugging through Ugly or one of the other Six Ugly tracks (so you should be playing the CD now, please! We want realism here!)

Everyone is bouncing, fist-in-the-air-ing, and singing along, but the only crowdsurfing to be had is in the front and center section, where you can see bodies being tossed along like ragdolls. And all the cameras are circling that section. Like sharks. Or better yet, spy satellites.

The first member onto the ramps is Toshiya, but he goes out on the left side, far from we. It looks, from where we're standing, like he's walking on water, only the water is dark and has red and yellow wigs floating on the surface, and outstretched arms of drowning swimmers reaching out to be rescued -- help us toshiya pull us out we're dying! And there's sharks! But Toshiya's only grinning. Not sharks, satellites, he says with his smile. MY satellites! Watching YOU! And you! And YOU!

Die visits our side shortly thereafter -- during Umbrella (love that song!). The cameraman on the crane hovers over him like a protective angel as Die -- with his red hair intact, the rumors of his shavedness having been greatly exaggerated -- as he struts down the path toward the increasingly frenzifying hordes in block B1. Our block! Will the barriers hold?! Three camera crews rabidly converge upon the scene, violently swinging from one target to another, recording the craziness. People are jumping, people are shrieking. I begin to jump. (It's Umbrella, it's Die, it's being captured on film, it's bedlam everywhere!).

I'm hopping four feet above the heads of those around me -- picture Michael Jordan on a pogo stick in a cornfield -- and i get a look from Die. Nothing extraordinary, just a "hello" glance, but enough!

A handful of songs later, Kyo comes our way as well. This is the highlight of the night. He leaps off the ramp, runs across the buffer zone, and hops the fence of a little staff platform that is directly adjacent to the rear right corner of section A1. He is extremely close to us fans. He's in danger, he's so close.

A brigade of security guards rush over and swarm around him, he pushes a couple angrily, and he's not faking his rage -- he's angry at them for trying to separate him from his fans. He's the boss, their expressions seem to say, so it's hands off and they form a little phalanx around him. A hundred camera crews are running around like a war just broke out, the crane is swinging insanely around Kyo as he waves and makes crazy faces to everyone... and then he does this thing...

He stops. He puts his hand up as if he were saluting, blocking the glare of the lights. He scans the room. I'm still bouncing like Michael Jordan on a pogo stick, shouting along with everyone else over the music (is it a solo now? it must be).

Kyo stops scanning the crowd in front of him... my section... its like (I'm not saying it IS, just saying it's LIKE) he's found what he was looking for. And i think he's looking at me!

He is! He is looking at me! And i know that because we've made eye contact, and then he POINTS AT ME. Just a brief "hey, i see ya there! I remember you!" kinda thing, it only last for a second... and twenty cameras are filming it!

Unfortunately, when he moved his hand from his eyes, i thought he was going to salute us, you know, like a general to his troops kind of thing. So i saluted him -- and i'm still bouncing up and down like a kangaroo on acid, too -- and when i salute him he LAUGHS! His (admittedly pretty cute) grin spreads into a friendly open-mouthed guffaw: oh my god, did you just SALUTE me? LOL!

And i'm laughing back like, yup, i'm afraid i did, sir! And still I'm bouncing.

And he turns to leave, and pray a quick prayer: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let that be on the DVD!

After that memorable exchange, the other cool events of the evening take on a certain ho-hum-ish-ness -- but still cool! Witness:

Toshiya comes over to our ramp. More craziness amongst the fans. Later, he returns to the ramp edge, leaps over it, and bolts headlong down the aisle between the A section and B section, a trail of camera guys and staff rushing after him, the winch operator on the crane camera frantically spinning wheels to pivot and get the shot.

You could feel the wind as Toshiya ran by -- and the delight on his face was infectious! And if one or two less bodies been between me and the railing, i coulda reached out and grabbed him. (Not that I woulda!)

Kaoru also came to our side a couple times, doing his wrestler-esque fist-kinda-in-the-air "Fuck Yeah!" move and headbanging a lot. But he stuck around on the ramp for too long -- 60 seconds maybe? -- and the coolness of having him so close started to evaporate. Note to all famous musicians reading this: ramps are for brief visits only! Numerous is okay, lengthy is not.

Toshiya came back to our side a few more times -- he's the one who can be depended on to get as close to the crowd as humanly possible as often as possible, yanno (and not just by coming to the front edge of the stage and by using the ramps a lot -- he'll even squat down while he plays, or lean over a fence, just to get his face a couple inches closer to the fans, and he's ALWAYS looking for specific eye contact to make.)

So on one of his romps along our ramp, he hopped a fence and went over to the wheelchair area, which was certainly a thrill to the half dozen girls there. (Also, i suspect, it was a relief for him as well -- he didn't have to worry about anyone leaping up and glomping him, so he could REALLY get in their faces; he was close to their heads as your head is from the computer screen right now. That's close!)

Kaoru came over to the wheelchair area as well... my brain is now (two days after the fact) picturing him standing with Toshiya as they played whatever song it was, but i could be wrong -- he may have come over separately. Either way, it's still cool. (Kyo and Die came as well, during the ending let's-wave-goodbye bit... i think... i was more concerned with catching sticks and picks and water bottles at that point though, I'm afraid...)

And lest i forget, let me mention now: Kyo's polished chest and abs were in many many many of the shots that appeared on the TV screens (do i smell fish?!) So assumably, there will be no shortage of Kyo's taut physique on the DVD, which i'm sure will thrill many of you to no end.

And speaking of tight physiques... after an hour or more of gazing longing at the crowdsurfing tumult that was section A2, it finally happened. Finally, with the beginning chords of Jessica, some fans in B1 (our section!) started crowdsurfing. It was a short distance, but i think that made it better; several girls who seemed a little scared to try gave it a shot, and then did it again, and again... and of course, the three schoolgirls in the gauze tops (just a few layers of gauze around their chests, their nice tight skinny bellies getting shown off... ...ahhhh)

Where was i? Oh! So those gauze-top chicks did a lot of surfing, as did one guy, a couple lolitas, and one or two other girls. All light and birdlike, including the guy, thankfully (seeing as how i was the stepping stool half the time... and um, seeing as how i was the one turning around and doing "You going up? C'mon! Alright!" gestures to everyone behind me the other half of the time!)

And at one point, a camera came by, and we were all singing the words to whatever song was playing... the odds are it was Child Prey... and i was singing to the camera, pointed right at me from two feet away. (I think all the camera guys separately thought, "ooh, i'll get a shot of that crazy jumping gaijin...")

Anyway, so the camera's got a shot of me, he's moving slowly right-to left but staying trained on me, and i'm singing the "Kiss Me, Kill Me, Deadly!" lines into the camera as WHOMP!!! -- this partially-dressed schoolgirl crashes right into my head, a lost airliner colliding into a fog-covered mountaintop. I half expect to see teeth flying out of my mouth like tic-tacs! But all the information my eyes and brain are registering is skin... skin... tight leather skirt... skin... legs! kicking legs! -- duck! duck! dive!dive!dive!

So if i'm lucky, maybe that lovely crashing shot will make it into the final edit too.


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Dokan Dokan Dokan Dokan Dokan!


News On Japan:
The Sakurajima volcano in southwestern Japan has had 400 explosive eruptions so far this year, the most in 24 years, a local observatory said Friday, alerting people to a further pickup in the activity of the mountain. The Kagoshima Observatory said the number of minor explosive eruptions reached the threshold Thursday night and an expert says the recent Sakurajima activity is similar to that observed just ahead of a major eruption that occurred in 1946.
Kurui hajimeta!

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(this is the gig that would eventually appear as the 2003 "Kingdom" live dvd)


Saturday, January 11
My Last Deg Live
Part One
Now playing:
Def Leppard
On Through the Night


Leaving home for the Dir en grey Final at Yokohama Arena, I'm in am inconsolably grouchy mood: i've got like half a dozen people clawing at me via email ("Where are you?" / "I need this!" / "I need that!" / "I need your help!" / "I need you!" / "We need to rehearse!" / "Let's meet today!" / "Let's meet tonight!" / "Let's meet tomorrow!" / "Let's meet now!" / "Call me!" / "Call me!" / "Call me!") and rather than being thankful for the attention, activity, friendship, all that, i just feel like throwing my keitai into a very deep hole, pouring cement over top of it, then building an apartment complex on top. Leave me alone! "I vant to be alone!" For the first time i can understand what actors and musicians mean when they whine about, "oh, i can't take the fame and pressure!"

Plus i'm running late and i JUST miss my train so i have to stand around like a moron for 10 precious minutes. I'm scowling at the world.

But I eventually get to Shin-Yokohama, and the restorative powers of 10,000 cute teenage female Kyos and Dies running around kicks in. Bliss! It's hard to be pissed off when there's so much cuteness in the world.

As I draw closer to the venue, there's a giant chant echoing through the streets. I get to the place and there's thousands of people, including maybe fifty girls in a circle, and each one has to yell the name of her favorite band member -- giving them "fighting spirit" -- so it's like "HEY! Toshiya! HEY! Kyo! HEY! Shinya! HEY! Kyo! HEY! Die! HEY! Kyo! HEY! Kaoru! HEY! Kyo!" It's a very cool melody to hear echoing through the canyons of office buildings as you approach from 50 meters back.

I meet up with Jang, Karla, and Bunny, recon the situation a bit (the merch tables are closed, the coat check is that-a-way, that line's for this and this line's for that), and i go get on line to check my coat -- which, at Yokohama Arena, means "wait in line for 15 minutes for a white garbage bag. Pay ¥500 for said bag. Put all you worldly possessions into said bag. Tie a knot on top. Get in another line. Wait. Watch sun set. Watch icicles form on the tip of nose. Be deafened by loudspeakers announcing DOORS OPEN! DOORS OPEN!

"Watch people start running maniacally and colliding into each other. Get antsy and nervous because you're STILL in LINE. Finally hand over your bag to another clerk, who slaps a flimsy piece of tape with a number on it onto the bag, gives you a matching number, then throws the bag onto a giant cart-o-bags like so much trash..."

"Realize it's freezing (it's January, the sun is down, i'm in a t-shirt, shivering). Adrenaline kicks in. Accost a frightened staffer (frightened not of me but of the insane girls frantically running to and fro like the North Koreans are invading runforyourlives!!!) and ask where the B1 entrance is."

"Run in elegant, gazelle-like lopes past troops of slower, turtle-like, platform-booted girls towards the entrance, which turns out to be all the way around the building."

"Make a face and sign of the devil at a camera guy trucking along the line of people."

"Hand over your ticket at the door and dash for the 'standing' entrance. Show your ticket ten times at each gate til you reach B1. Stop. Breath sigh of relief. Look around in amazement."

Yoko Ari is huge. It's an American-style arena -- a.k.a. a hockey/basketball kinda place. Only instead of ice, there's a 3 x 3 block formation on the floor, filled with Deg lookalikes. (Picture the Brady Bunch intro, with the nine squares). My block, B1, is Peter Brady's square; Die's side, maybe 20 meters back from the stage. Block A1 (Greg Brady) is in front of us, directly in front of a wall of P.A. gear, and though i'm jealous of their proximity to the stage, i also know they will be instantly deafened, so it's a fair trade.

A2 is the Brady dad, and the place where everyone wants to be, right up in front of Kyo. But still, that section was several few meters back from the stage -- there's giant camera rigs rolling around in front of the stage. And there's not one but THREE cranes swooping around like seagulls plucking fish out of the ocean, practicing various audience shots. And half a dozen big-ass cameras are perched around the room, like the ones you see on a TV set, the ones that look like they're trying to be two-man guns on the deck of a battleship. And there's another half dozen guys ducking around like troops in trenches, with either big news-reporter cameras on their backs or smaller digital handicams. Today is one hell of a big production.

Looking at all the hardware and manpower, i begin to feel nervous for the band. Because it's like, imagine someone telling you, "Ok, so all the money you made touring last year? We're gonna spend it all in one day, to make a DVD. So if one of you sucks on that day -- if you get a cold, or sleep poorly the night before, or your grandma dies, or the setlist is weird, or you eat some bad sushi, or if you're just plain nervous and don't perform at 110% -- then the DVD will suck and you'll have flushed a year's worth of earnings for you and your bandmates down the toilet."

So i feel not just excited, but nervous as well, as block B1 gradually begins to fill up with maybe 200 people total, a few guys but mostly girls... a few just wearing short schoolgirl skirts and nothing else, except for the gauze wrapped around their chests. Now THAT is a cool fucking fashion statement.

From the point of view of the cameramen on the cranes, the whole scene must look like frost on windowpanes, with all the fans collecting in the corners closest to the stage, trying to get as close to front-and-center as humanly possible. The whole back half of each block is empty; maybe a few lazy people are leaning against the back railings. But the forward railings though... crunch!

As 6pm rapidly approaches, Deg's manager, a familiar face to all of us by now, comes out on stage -- in a suit! -- and goes on for 10 minutes about "don't hurt yourselves, don't hurt anyone else, and you see these police lights rigged up all over the place..." "If those are activated, the band stops playing."

And then out go the lights and up go the screams...

to be continued...

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Collision: Hitchens vs Wilson

Friday, November 6, 2009


Whoever made this movie must have started out making heavy metal music videos. :)

Though of course I side with Hitchens, Wilson makes a few worthwhile points. ("That's a recession!")

I'm only halfway through it but gotta recommend it.

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review: D | "tightrope" (2009)


D
tightrope
2009 | AVCD-31706 | ¥1050

Yanno, I watch the PV and listen to the song and my brain is telling me, "This is awesome, this is awesome" but my heart is like, "[sigh]."

After five years of D, and at least three more years before that following Syndrome (the beta version of D), maybe all that exposure has inoculated me against their charms.

They play cool riffs, tightly, with memorable melodies, and vivid production. And they've done so for several years, pretty much without fail, as this malaise has descended upon me.

I never really believed that old line, "It's not you, it's me" until now. Sorry D. :\

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review: deluhi | "yggdalive" (2009)

Thursday, November 5, 2009



deluhi
yggdalive

2009 | BMCD-008 | ¥2,940

I adore the songwriting, and I envy the obvious skill each man possesses.

But THE FCUKIGN PRODUCTION. It's like a fucking Transformers movie humping your cochlea.

rating: :\

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review: hangry & angry | "sadistic dance" (2009)

hangry&angry
sadistic dance 2009
Two of the more irritating ex-Morning Musume girls have been weaponized by goth clothier H. Naoto and splattered upon our unsuspecting world. Includes a massacre of awesome 2001 MoMusu hit "The Peace." :(

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Matsui is MVP

SI.com:
...His performance won Game 6 -- and clinched the MVP trophy.

Matsui became the first Japanese-born player to win the award that started in 1955. He homered, doubled and singled, highlighting a Series in which he hit .615 with three home runs and eight RBIs.

'It's awesome,' Matsui said through a translator. 'Unbelievable. I'm surprised myself.'
whoTV:
Japanese workers crammed into downtown electronics stores to watch the final few innings on giant TVs. The game ended just before 2 p.m. local time Thursday, giving workers an excuse to take an extended lunch break.

Really gotta find a Matsui onesie for Jack now! (Jack was really into the game, wide-eyed, staring, giggling!)

Kayo says Nakai (her favorite SMAPper) was in the stands watching. It's unfortunate that at some point he was not BEANED. :P

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And Your Little Dog Too!

washingtonpost.com:

"Three years ago, Goto got word that I was reporting an article about his liver transplant. A few days later, his underlings obliquely threatened me. Then came a formal meeting. The offer was straightforward. 'Erase the story or be erased,' one of them said. 'Your family too.'



I knew enough to take the threat seriously. So I took some advice from a senior Japanese detective, abandoned the scoop and resigned from the Yomiuri Shimbun two months later. But I never forgot the story. I planned to write about it in a book, figuring that, with Goto's poor health, he'd be dead by the time it came out. Otherwise, I planned to clip out the business of his operation at the last minute.

I didn't bargain on the contents leaking out before my book was released, which is what happened last November. Now the FBI and local law enforcement are watching over my family in the States, while the Tokyo police and the NPA look out for me in Japan. I would like to go home, but Goto has a reputation for taking out his target and anyone else in the vicinity.
I hate organized crime because they prevent the efficient operation of the societies in which they operate. I dislike most mafia/yakuza films that glorify the life for the same reason.

Will probably check his new book out too...

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You may throw up NOW

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

thx Cliff!

Even Miley fucking Cyrus possesses the artistic acumen to know enough to veto this dumbass motherfucking shit-eating tongue-splitting cover. What the fuck is WRONG with Gilgamesh?

Other contenders:








make your own! here's the text (transparent background):

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This One Goes Out to the One I Loathe



"We want to make a PV but we only have twenty bucks. Can you help?"

"Sure, I can mix some public-use 1950s imagery with some shitty art my downstairs neighbor willed me after he died from an overdose that I was just gonna throw away anyway... I'll and set my demo version of CheapVideoEditorForWindows to 'randomize,' and you'll have your PV in half an hour!"

"Sounds great!"

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It's Amazing Anyone Went to See a Movie in the '70s

Monday, November 2, 2009


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Happy Halloween!

Sunday, November 1, 2009


4 hours crunched into 3 minutes...

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