The Left Rights are Jimmy and Steve of Mindless Self Indulgence and I’ve made it no secret here and over at the Friendship Farm that I pretty much totally love Mindless Self Indulgence. That said, The Left Rights are no MSI but they do have their moments as evidenced here in the video for “White” off of their recently released Bad Choices Made Easy.

These guys did it, they made the best video on the internet.

I’m not sure what you’re up to tonight, but if you like super totally bad ass live rock shows, then there’s no reason you shouldn’t be attending this show. I saw Priestess open for High on Fire last time they came through (which was the night I called 911 for the first time in my life because some chick fell through my glass coffee table and was bleeding from her back) and 2 things real quick-they slayed my brain and their albums don’t do their live show justice.

What I’m saying is if you like cool shit you should go to this show because Priestess will rock your socks off.

naam and LO-PAN open

8pm door, 9pm show
$12
All Ages

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Phantods is keeping it quirky and catchy on “Creature” (Donewaiting staffers are yet to discuss it) which they just so happen to be having a cd release for on Saturday, November 13 at Skully’s with The Receiver and Karate Coyote. (Quick aside, Karate Coyote always make me think of Hong Kong Phooey, might be a better band name too)

Phantods also recently joined patradio for a 5 song live performance at Electraplay.

Check out an acoustic performance of “Revival” and the flier for Saturday night’s show after the jump.

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MP3: The Wildbirds – Slow Down

Milwaukee, Wisconsin’s The Wildbirds (not to be confused with Wildbirds and Peacedrums or Angry Birds) made the 400+ mile trek to Columbus back in September to play a show with hometown dudes George Elliot Underground (whose drummer filled in for the session/show) and they were kind enough to stop by Electraplay for a High Life-fueled “Donewaiting.com presents Live at Electraplay” session. The Wildbirds have gotten nods from “Little Steven” Van Zandt, Rolling Stone dude David Fricke and ESPN so they must be doing something right.

We talked about beer (it was basically a coincidence that I brought a 30-pack of High Life), told jokes (theirs were funnier than mine) and pretty much just hung out and high-fived (I honestly don’t remember).

Kings of Leon are the poor man’s Wildbirds.

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“Love and Soul”

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Pictured: Mastodon

Dear Rock on the Range,

I have totally developed a serious love/hate relationship with you over the past two years, this year was way better than last year and I had the best fucking time/the worst fucking time. I met a lot of straight up cool motherfuckers and a lot of straight up uncool motherfuckers.

Rock on the Range 2010 also solidified my belief that there are two kinds of people in this wonderful world we live in-Dudes that get it and motherfuckers that straight the fuck up do not. Guess which campground I camp at???

One thing about ROTR that you may not realize is that it is a destination music fest and I sure you’re all familiar with the phrase “what happens in vegas stays in vegas” right? Well that seemed to be the general mentality of the hordes of people that traveled 8+ hours to Crew Stadium to drink their faces off in the sun for 12 hours at a time, two days straight. It was a pretty big mess, dudes were already falling out by 2:00 on day one, needing medics attention and like i said, the attitude of the “rangers for life” was: WHHHOOOOOOO, FUCK YEAH MAN, PARTY, YEAH, BURRRRP, GET OUT OF MY WAY, BURRRRRP, WHERES MY BEER, YEAHHHH. (I totally freak out in large crowds and feared for my life on a number of occasions) It was basically amateur night for two whole days and myself, for the most part, was just an outside observer. I mean, I was stoked as heck to see Mastodon, Helmet and Deftones-gotta say none of ‘em disappointed.

Pictured: Violent Soho

I started off the ROTR gauntlet over at one of the two side stages, this one in paticular being sponsored by Kicker audio, the other being sponsored by Jagermeister. The first act of the weekend was Australian dudes with long ass hair, Violent Soho. I noticed the crowd size and as much as I didn’t need to start pounding $8 beers that early in the day, I knew in my mind that I had no choice and went ahead and pulled the $8 trigger. I was totally expecting to not dig Violent Soho at all, but was willing to give them a chance for a few reasons. 1. There was nothing better to do, 2. Foreign bands fucking bring it and 3. They are on Thurston Moore’s label, Ecstatic Peace. These cats rock the loud/soft dynamic pretty well and I guess I heard a little Pixies and Nirvana. Another thing about them is that they know how to rock those fabulous manes they have and it made for a relatively entertaining set to watch and wasn’t a bad kick off to the weekend.

After the set ended I wandered back to the media tent to scope things out, because I had some time to kill. Maaaaaan it was a fucking sauna, but there was free bottles of water and thank the good lord for that. I ended up in the “Backstage Artist lounge,” where sponsors give away “cool shit” to the performers. I ended up finding some Columbus love back there as Lucky 13 Hair Salon were stationed back there giving rad cuts and a Columbus clothing company called Badcock Apparel had tee shirts that I would likely never wear. (Seth from Badcock hooked me up with the one I would be most likely to wear even though I wasn’t supposed to take anything). If Big Johnson and Affliction is your thing, check it out.

It was time to check out the mess that was the Main Stage and Puddle of Mudd happened to be performing. Not exactly sure why people like this band and for some reason they decided to play two cover songs-an AC/DC track and “the Joker”. I mean if my catalogue was as weak as theirs, I suppose I would play as many covers as possible too. Enough about those dudes.

Pictured: Mistress Juliya and Columbus Gold girls

This is when the day got cool as fuuuuck, and it honestly had not a thing to do with Columbus Gold. It was time for some motherfucking Helmet maaaaaaaan. That is what Mistress Juliya was doing, letting the crowd know the Helmet were about to destroy and if I may, THEY SURE THE FUCK DID.

Pictured: Helmet

You can tell by the look on Mr. Page Hamilton’s face that he knew the crowd had know idea what was about to happen. I also kind of feel like Rock on the Range wouldn’t even exist if it weren’t for Helmet-that’s certainly not to say that they’re nu metal, but a lot of those cats copped their steez and made mad bank.

Pictured: Helmet

For real though, what Helmet song would you want them to play, because they played it and played it with nonchalant ferocity. In the Meantime, Wilma’s Rainbow, Ironhead, Unsung, Just Another Victim, Milquetoast, See you Dead-maaaaan these cats OWNED and straight schooled, all the while Page being 50. Dude looks pretty good for 50. Shit was so tight.

Pictured: myself and Mistress Juliya

So like after Helmet killy killed, I got to hang with Mistress Juliya of Fuse TV for a quick sec and I gotta say she was cool as fuck, it’s a shame we didn’t get to pound beers, but there’s always next year.

Pictured: Deftones

How do you follow Helmet???? Deftones know how and they did and did it and did it well. Deftones are one of those bands that are near and dear to my heart, I’ve seen them a bunch of times and every time was better than before. I was particularly stoked because Sergio Vega is now playing bass for Chi Cheng, who was in a horrible car accident (sending best vibes ever). Sergio Vega used to play bass in the now defunct Quicksand and they are one of my favorite bands in the world and to see them together was fucking magic, once again, pretty sure half the kids there had no idea what was going on. Honestly, Deftones essentially lost me on there eponymous release and it seems like the set drew heavy from that and albums released after (i could be wrong, beers beeers beeeeers). One thing I do recall is them jamming Passenger with the Rise Against dude and rockin Change (In the House of Flies). Shit was so good/so tight.

Hung loose for a bit after Deftones-didn’t stick around long though-no interest in anymore of the acts. Also, fuck Godsmack.

Saturday, I was super excited to check out Finnish Metallica cello cover band Apocalyptica (they released an album with a drummer and guest nu metal singers and fucked it up) and I totally busted my ass to get there by 12:25 (made it there at 12:45 because I got way looooose the night before) and maaaaan, two things. 1. Like I said foreign cats do not fuck around. 2. I really started to hate the day. It was so.fucking.hot. I was bleeding sweat and it was unfuckingbearable. As much as I wanted to jam to cello dudes, I just couldn’t do it. I went to chill in the shelter/sauna that was the media tent (quick shout out to KXFX from Santa Rosa) and get my bearings and slam some agua.

Once I regrouped and took a million deep breaths, I had to decide between checkin Circa Survive or Year Long Disaster. I gotta tell you, if there is anything I’m good at, it’s making bad decisions and maaaaan I do it well. I opted to scope out Circa survive and well, they fucking suck, like harrrrd. Super bullshit pseudo post emo tripe, but I mean-life lessons learned hard, amirite???

Pictured: Taproot

Taproot are from Ann Arbor and I dug one of their tracks a whole bunch back in the day, so I figured I’d give them a shot and I gotta tell you, they surprised the shit out of me. These dudes brought.it.hard. and shit got rowdy, like mad circle pit, singer dude totally jumped off stage and got in the mix. Sometimes bands that got them moves look like they practice them, like some kinda contrived bullshit, but these motherfuckers meant it hard and did it well. They have a new record on Victory. I don’t really know what that means, but It’s prolly the best rec that they have put out in a minute (using best loosely).

Pictured: cute chick I caught making eyes at me before Mushroomhead

So like Mushroomhead. Cleveland Represent (or something).

Pictured: Mushroomhead

I had to decide between Mushroomhead and super dork Rush lovers Coheed and Cambria (worst band name). I chose Mushroomhead and maaaan they put on a fucking show. Can’t say for a second I’m ever going to listen to them again by choice, but I will say they were doing the Slipnot thing before Slipknot were and dudes totally worked the stage and the crowd LIKE BOSSES. I noticed that the monitors were covered in plastic and inquired to another photographer what the deal was. He was like, “well, you see those toms right there? they’re filled with water and we’re about to get soaked” (or something). I mean we didn’t get soaked, but we did get a lil wet. One of the meanest sets of the weekend for sure.

Pictured: Slash

I basically missed the Slash set, but I was fortunate enough to make it out in time to see him rock Sweet Child O’ Mine hard. Dude from Alter Bridge was doing vox for the set. Whatever, I saw sweet child and Mistress Juliya and I basically tweeted the exact same thing at basically the same time (#meanttobe).

Pictured: Mastodon

Soooo like, I was ready for Mastodon hard at this point in the day and they did not disappoint. I saw dudes a couple years back when for some reason they opened for Cursive and I was totally less than impressed. That was before “Crack the Skye” and I gotta say, dudes have done work since. They owned Sunday like Helmet owned Saturday and once again, pretty sure them kids in the crowd had no idea, but after that set, there was no way they couldn’t. My only complaint was that for some reason they saw it fit to not play Oblivion-WHATEVER MASTODON. For realsies, best set-dudes fucking killlllled.

Pictured: Rob Zombie

Gotta say, I wasn’t sure what to expect from Rob Zombie. I never got the chance to see White Zombie and I don’t love love love Rob’s solo stuff, but let me tell you-This motherfucker DID IT. He was like, whatever every other band here, Imma let you finish BUT THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT. I mean seriously dude wasn’t playin, shit was so cool. Him and his band were painted up all mean style and the stage set up made me think of some Ministry Psalm 69 kinda thang. Dude played all them songs you hear on the radio and also Thunderkiss ’65, which pretty much made my night. If there is any advice I can offer, if you even have a passing interest in Rob Zombie, YOU NEED TO SEE HIM LIVE. NO SHIT.

Pictured: Limp Bizkit

Limp Bizkit time. Maaaaaan I don’t even know. I may or may not have seen Limp Bizkit more times than I care to mention and I may or may not think Three Dollar Bill, Yall$ still holds up. What I will say I this shit got crazy retarted, whatever that means. Rap rock, rape rock, nu metal, whatever whatever. I was pretty ripped by the time these dudes came on so like….yeah. I mean Fred Durst was busy being Fred Durst all night, Wes Borland is pretty much the man (I did it all for the money!) and Lethal was straight cuttin it up. I mean, I really wish they would have played more Three Dollar cuts and If my beer soaked brain remembers correctly, all we got was fucking Faith. They played Break Stuff, the song featuring such lyrical genius as “I pack a chainsaw, I’ll skin your ass raw”, They played Nookie (I did it all for the money!), that song Eat you Alive, with once again more lyrical brilliance, “Damn you’re so hot”. I mean the crowd fucking loved it and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T gave them what they came for. I don’t even know maaaaaaaaan.

R O C K O N T H E R A N G E

Following a trail of destruction is easy. You might have seen the path of tornadoes in Oklahoma as they swooped and destroyed neighborhoods. Walking up to the LC on Sunday night the path of destruction was evident. You could see sticky dried brown liquid on the ground and you could hear it with every step. Yup, high fructose corn syrup all over the ground and that means one thing; the Insane Clown Posse were in town.

The Dark Carnival was on one side of the street and Ringling Brothers on the other side. Both have clowns and both have differing types of clientele. Police were stationed facing the LC. Kirk tried asking the cop a question and was ignored. He knew where we were headed. We knew where we were headed. Ugh. You could hear juggalos over the traffic “WOOT WOOT!”  

Punk isn’t dead.  It just molests children.

The overall theme of the night was family and weed as every act referenced it in abundance. Unfortunately, Kirk and I missed Kittie but we were fortunate enough to catch Coolio. Breathe deep donewaiting readers, Coolio still has a haircut that no adult male, male pattern baldness or not, should wear. He looked like Lobot from Star Wars. He sounded like the D.O.C post car accident from the “$20 sack pyramid”. Pop stardom killed this man and his crack addiction probably hasn’t helped either. Plastic bottles rained down on Coolio and his crew for the duration of the set. No one cared until “Gangstas Paradise”. At no point would I ever call Coolio a great rapper/ performer but placating an audience of juggalos is ridiculous. Hang it up.

Doc Brown came from 1992 to DJ this shit.

Next came a DJ set from Mike E. Clark who was dressed as a mad scientist/ doctor. We saw him running through the crowd and some real juggalos didn’t know whom dude was (poseurs). We didn’t either (definite poseurs) until he had set up in a DJ booth. He played the Chop Chop Slide. If you are not familiar part of the chorus goes

“Fuck, shit, pussy, ass, motherfuckin, damn, bitch Bitch, damn, motherfuckin, ass, pussy, shit, fuck”

Play that at your next wedding to find out who is really real. Mike had a brief but entertaining DJ set that acted as a nice segue to keep the masses at bay while the Kottonmouth Kings set up.

Here are some dusted juggalos searching for the Earth’s anus.

We all may know someone whose entire existence is encompassed by marijuana. Often this infatuation comes off as entirely corny unless you’re Redman or in Electric Wizard. Now, I know absolutely nothing about the Kottonmouth Kings but what they made clear is that they love marijuana. When they stormed the stage the juggalo audience was rabid. The Kings debuted their newest member “THE MOTHERFUCKING DIRTBALL!” Welcome to Columbus, Dirtball. I hope you enjoyed your stay and scored some Meigs county gold.

Their set could be summed up as weed, getting drunk, stompin people out, weed, getting drunk and smoking weed, Sublime quotes and weed. Their set was dedicated to anyone who been judged, arrested or convicted for smoking marijuana. At times Kottonmouth Kings sounded like a step below some z-grade forgettable southern rap group. Other times they were playing hardcore punk or actually having hardcore punk played while they “rapped” over it. The hardcore connection actually exists because one member was in Doggy Style who released a number of forgettable LPs in the 80’s.

It is at this point in the evening where small doses work best. I was entertained for 10 minutes and then reality of a long torturous evening set in. The audience was treated to about 45 minutes of songs like “Put It Down” which urges listeners to put the down the weed while the Kottonmouth Kings tell you about weed in California. Despite my exhaustion, the Faygo fueled juggalos went berzerk the entire time.

It’s time. It’s time. It’s ICP time. I haven’t really touched on the variety of people that were at the LC on Sunday. There were two total standouts. First, the really tall individual dressed like Michael Myers from Halloween brought a legit murder vibe. Secondly, the dude with a carved pumpkin on his head with a LED light inside was awesome. There were dads there with their sons (both with painted faces). The interpretive dancers in lingerie were weird. There were a lot of baby mamas in the building.

When it comes to merch, there is no stone left unturned. Looking for an ICP football jersey size 5xl? Covered for $100. Did you lose your shoes running from your irate porn star looking girlfriend (she was there)? ICP shoes could be yours for $60. Looking to use the Saturday Night Special you stuck in the bushes on Neil but don’t have a mask? Twenty-five bones will nab you a ski mask.

I’ve seen Shangri-La and it looks a lot like the west side.

When it comes to understanding the average ICP fan it would help if you grew up in the middle of nowhere. If you spent time living in the country you may understand country ugly and country hot. I moved waaay out in the sticks when I was in 5th grade and I will never forget the people that rode my school bus. Not because of anything that they did but for how weird they were. If you were country ugly, you were an outcast. This is the ICP demographic, hillbillies who get their bit of culture from action movies, video games and the county fair. Every bit of the above culture is represented in ICP songs and performance.

ICP sent their grim reaper onto the stage and then their clown buddies. Finally, Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J emerged to the throng of juggalos. People knew every word and then came the baptism. The clown buddies emerged and sprayed Faygo all over the audience while a backdrop flashed ICP with the hatchet man logo. This continued for about an hour, non-stop Faygo and non-stop lights. Epileptic germ-o-phobes need not apply. On occasion, the clown buddies would emerge and douse the audience in chicken feathers for “Chicken Huntin’ (the only ICP song I have ever heard and seemingly crowd favorite)”. The song “Fuck the World” features plenty of insight and intelligent thought with the lines

“Fuck the Beastie Boys and the Dali Llama Fuck the rain forest, fuck a Forrest Gump You probably like it in the rump” .

Ironically, “Miracles” followed which begs the question, what qualifies as a miracle because if a pelican is a miracle and rainforest can get fucked then… never mind. The interesting thing about “Miracles” is that a noticeable portion of the crowd left and the ones who stayed were less than enthused. Nail in the coffin, perhaps?

The action grew a bit redundant toward the end sorta like watching fireworks on the 4th of July. How many ways can you spray the audience with Faygo before the whole thing gets a tad stale? With all fireworks shows, there has to be a grand finale. ICP ended their set when the stage filled with members of the opening acts and they all partook in dousing the audience with Faygo while confetti rained down for the better part of 10 minutes. The vision of this spectacle was true pure American wasteland. People were getting hit in the head by flying two-liters and people were throwing them back at ICP. The outdoor speakers were dripping with Faygo. The song ended and ICP left without an encore. Could it be topped? No way.

Faygo! Faygo! Who wants  Faygo?

The juggalos started to filter out of the LC. Some wringing their shirts soaked with Faygo into their mouths and others collecting two-liter bottles in boxes (I saved my two-liter). They all looked like refugees wandering out onto the street chanting “Woop Woop!”

I told you he was real.

In case you just got the internet yesterday and don’t read that other tastemaking music website, How to Destroy Angels is Cleveland homeboy’s post-NIN project with his wife Mariqueen Maandig, formerly of West Indian Girl radness. A six song, self-titled EP is expected sometime this summer. The first track “A Drowning” makes me think of the best NIN record ever “The Fragile.”

Artsy fartsy studio (real) shorts after the thang —->

http://vimeo.com/11250462

The Hood Internet

Nick Tolford & Co.

More Hood Internets & crowd

More Nick Tolford

Anna and the Annadroids

Kirk Kline oh man my life let’s high five

Perhaps I’ve said it before (no way I’m trudging through those old posts) and If I haven’t, I’m saying it now. I’m a bringer togetherer, make it happennerer and a motherfucking idea factory. Basically what I’m saying is let’s all be cool, hang out and high five-you know? Life’s too short to not be a cool motherfucker!

In this blogisode, I pretty much ran myself ragged but I had a fuuuucking blast. Mouth of the Architect slayed, I somehow found time to check out a couple CD101 day Big Room performances, GenWex presents put on a killer benefit called Off the Grid with a bunch of awesome food and good looking people, Nick Tolford and Company made the crowd wet (myself included), The Hood Internet rocked the joint hard, I managed to catch a couple Brainbow songs at Carabar, did shots with Ron and jammed to some Team Tim Trivia (y’all gotta get on this).

YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO AND HOW TO DO IT

Pictured: Mockingbird@Summit

Friday night it was time to get my metal on and I sure the fuck did. Openers and young Columbus dudes Red Sun surprised the fuck out of me. These dudes like The Melvins and Baroness a whole bunch, but it wasn’t too contrived or apey at all. Dudes got the parts down, but IMHO could stand to tighten up a bit. Will definitely scope these dudes again next time I get a chance. These kids were followed by Dayton dudes Mockingbird and they pretty much totally ripped. Reminded me of a heavier, sludgier Pelican with a few more vocals. I wasn’t expecting two bands I had never heard of to melt my face off. (love the shit out of when that happens)

Pictured: Mouth of the Architect@Summit

I mean what can I say about MOTA that I haven’t already. These dudes were loud as fuck, ethereal as fuck and the shit was damn near transcendental. Don’t do yourself the disservice of missing them the next time they come through if you’re not a pussy-you heard???

Pictured: Biffy Clyro@CD101 Big Room

Not quite sure how I ended up at CD101 on Saturday afternoon, but since I was there I figured I might as well check out a couple of the CD101 day Big Room performances. Biffy Clyro are Scottish dudes that are huge in Scotland. I caught them a while back when they opened for Queens of the Stone Age and didn’t totally hate them and I can pretty much say the same thing this time around. Only caught one song-dude was using some type of wooden box for percussion-thought that was pretty neato.

Pictured: Dan Black@CD101 Big Room

Dan Black is some British dude that lives in France and Kid Cudi is on one of his tracks. I mean look-all I got. Dude was cool enough, like I didn’t want to gouge my ears out or anything. Heard his set wasn’t totally rad at the LC later. Whatever Whatever. Now for the good shit lollipop.

Pictured: Nick Tolford and Company@GenWex presents: Off the Grid

Aight here’s the story. GenWex presents Off the Grid. Benefit. Dope food from a bunch of dine original joints, dope jams from Nick Tolford and Company, dope beats from The Hood Internet and DJ Detox and dope weirdo dance whatever from Anna and the Annadroids. (check out real pics from our girl Rachael Barbash here.

Let me just say-Nick motherfucking Tolford and Company killlllleeedddd it maaaaaaaaaaaan. (remember YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST) I mean these dudes are blowing the fuck up. A bunch of fantastic looking motherfuckers these dudes are. Excellent fucking players as well oh man. I mean Mike O on Druummmss!!!! NICK TOLFORD IS THE WHITE RAY CHARLES. I mean this is the soul funk revival slaaaam and these cats ARE NOT FUCKING AROUND. Best band in Columbus. Hands down. If you haven’t heard and you like good shit, you really should reconsider how you do life. CD101 GET ON THIS SHIT THESE DUDES ARE BLOWING UP!!!! (Booker T and the MG’S openers I mean) I dunno what else to say. COLUMBUS BANDS ARE RAAADDDDD MAAAAAAAAAN.

Wasn’t gonna share this ’cause the sound is super blown out but you gotta catch these dudes vibe. (turn your shit down) MOTHERFUCKERS GOT THAT SWAGGA!!!!

Pictured: The Hood Internet@GenWex presents: Off the Grid

O.K. Here’s the scoop. Mr. Dibbs> The Hood Internet> Girl Talk (dudes lucky I even mentioned him) For real though, hip-hop indie rock mash up dudes that rocked that joint hard. Not gonna front, like the mixes better than the live stuff, but mofo’s had them asses shakin’ bigtime.

Pictured: Live ass crowd@GenWex presents: Off the Grid

I TOLD YOU THIS JOINT WAS LIIIIIIVE

Pictured: Brainbow@Carabar

Yeah, you know the story-Brainbow Brainbow Brainbow-IF YOU HAVE TO ASK. For reallls it’s miraculous that i made it to Carabar. Shit got weird, something about Bobby shots. Whatever Brainbow own and Cbus rules.

Last things last. Wex dude Tim Fulton (team tim) does trivia at Bodega on Sunday nights and I AM CHALLENGING YOU (to drink a sixer like me before you get there) and to try and do better than my radass team (2nd place two rounds in a row? WHATEVER JESUS PHONE CHEATERS).

In closing, like I said before-LET’S ALL HANG OUT BE COOL AND HIGH FIVE!!!!!

I need an investor and/or sugar mama. Donewaiting office blueprints in the works. Can’t wait.