Nadaam, Nietzsche, New World Order

I escaped Siberia, a spoiled wilderness enslaved by a desperate and defeated people.  There must be scenic solitude somewhere on this earth, sought refuge in Mongolia, no dice.  Ulaan Bataar is a bustling shit town, dirtier than it appears.  The Mongolians, I call them Mongoloids simply because I’m an irreverent fuck, seem a friendly and proud people.  They are living through the slow rape of the last of their legacy.  These are not a large... Read More

Atlas Shrugged

Horns honk intermittently while the sound of engines revving and brakes whining fills in every last gap of silence. There is no silence in the city. There is no silence in modern life. The smell of exhaust is overpowering, the sickly toxic bonding of carbon monoxide with my blood – the human body craves the poison hundreds of times more than it craves oxygen. My body is killing itself. Modern life is assisted suicide. My body is dying and... Read More

The Grande Ballroom – by Brad I.

Our dear friend and bassist extraordinaire Dave decided to show us west coast people how they do weddings in the original rock city by taking the party back to his hometown of Detroit. A swirl of different concepts rushed into my head at the prospect of this. Along with Detroit’s iconic Woodward Blvd, where late 60s big block monsters tore up the pavement back when gas was 30 cents a gallon, I also remembered that this was the home of the Grande... Read More