Boba Fett Youth 7"

     This post is for Nathan Robards guitar player for Boba Fett Youth and Part-Time Whore.   He has a new band after not playing for many years.  I'm excited to see where it leads.  He is one talented mofo.

   This is the first and only 7” by Boba Fett Youth released on Bucky Records in 1994.  They would later put out an LP but I ain’t got that one.  This is the record I won for answering a trivia question while they were on the radio if you recall.

  I forgot what kind of hard driving punk they were on this first record.  It's got some bite to it even if the overall sound is somewhat unthreatening.  It’s hardcore but of a more poppy nature.  I mean the tempo is pretty fucking fast but the sound on this record is so bright it doesn't come across as the hardcore sound I'm used to hearing.  Which is awesome.  Maybe it's the vocals that make it sound so spastic?   Andrew made the geeky Crucifucks/Jello Biafra temper tantrum work here.  The only thing that sounds dated is the pseudo ska breakdown which happen in Maim and Employ but I can forgive that because the lyrics are so fun.

    I've made the scans of the lyrics a bit oversized so you can feel free to drag and drop them onto your desktop if you want to read em.  It's a pretty small sized file.

   Good stuff.  Although the bass sounds kinda weird to me.  It comes across more as a collection of tones  rather than a stringed instrument.   It sounds like the tractor beam from the Death Star when Obi Wan was turning it off so the Millenium Falcon could escape.  In that regard maybe it's intentional.  It makes for a unique listening experience that’s for sure.  It strikes a decent balance of being in your face punk rock while not boring you by being overly obnoxious.  Which is kind of a rarity as far as snotty punk rock goes.  Maybe that's just because it's so short?      

 I’ve written a bunch about the impact this band had on the LV underground music scene in the early to mid 90’s I don’t have much to add here other than the fact that these might be my favorite songs by Boba Fett Youth.  Funny thing is I remember thinking the BFY demo tape was a better recording.  Unfortunately I taped their KUNV radio appearance over the demo I had of theirs.

   This record is great for the music but also for the milestone it set.  This was the first 7” record I know of put out by a local band at that time.  Bucky records was the first consistent record company to release records by Las Vegas underground musicians.  Several bands followed Bucky’s lead and released records in the years after the release of this 7”.  Say what you will about the vinyl/CD debate but it looks like vinyl records has gone on to survive into the digital age much more than demo tapes or demo CD’s. 

  I digitized this in real time so it ends with the record playing out all scratchy and shit at the end.  Just like when you used to listen to them on your old hi-fi.  Laugh it up fuzzball.  

Download Boba Fett Youth debut 7"

1.  American Nihilism

2.  Steal Shit

3.  Maim and Employ

4.  Make-up Mike

5.  Anthony Robbins Tribute

6.  Irony Street

7.  Bike Power

BFY 7" front cover jpeg 
BFY 7" back cover jpeg

    Hey I also found the flyer posted below in the record sleeve.  This must have been a show they did on tour with Hickey and FYP.  I'm thinking it was in the bay area.  This might have been the show I went to in which I accidentally destroyed their Darth Vader mask.  Seriously.  Lest I forget I also found a Boba Fett Youth pog in the sleeve but forgot to digitize it.  Look for that collectable on ebay in the year 2012!

Critical Mass video Las Vegas 4/97

    I gotta be honest.  The quality of this video sucks and it will only appeal to the people who are in the video and the people who know those people.  I was hesitant to post it because the quality is so crappy but I'm sure the 2 dozen or so people in this video will appreciate seeing it if they ever find their way here.

    For those uninitiated Critical Mass is a political action, some would say direct action, wherein a group of people take to the streets on bicycles and take up a full lane of traffic seizing the road for bicycles.  More than anything it's just a fun ride but you can dig the statement it makes.  It's a phenomenon of sorts that's gone international and has been happening since the 70's by some estimates.  

    Being a bike lover in Vegas is a hard thing.  I had a bike the last few years I lived there but I'd be damned if I'd ride it more than once a month.  

    A few of my friends got it in their head to start a Critical Mass in Las Vegas and we got fairly consistent with it every last Friday of the month.  But we never got close to the numbers seen in other cities.  Maybe we had 3 dozen at one point but that sounds like too high a number when I think back on it.  After some time went by the number of people involved in the CM seemed to dwindle.  And then it just kind of went by the wayside all together.  


     I do recall my last Critical Mass experience in Las Vegas and it was psychotic.  I saw a flyer for the ride and somehow had a functioning bike at the time, so I decides to go.  

    The meeting place for that particular CM was the parking lot of the Cafe Espresso Roma.  From as far back as I can remember that parking lot was a funky place to hang out.  I remember spending many evenings in that same parking lot even when a bar finally opened there.  

    I rode up to the meeting place at 5pm and was shocked by the tiny contingent I saw on bikes.  Including me we had four people.  I think that number might have shrunk to three people when one of my cohorts got sick just before the ride.  I can't say for sure but this might have been my introduction to James Emmanuel Stuart and Jenifer Gryder.  I have grown to become good friends with both these cool kids and I still talk to them today.  

    That day the introduction came pretty quick and we milled around for at least 20 minutes to a half an hour waiting to see if anyone else was going to show.  It became readily apparent that it was four Critical Mass riders and that was it for this particular ride.  There was some discussion about weather this amount of people could constitute an actual "Critical Mass."  More like Pitiful Mass.  

    What the fuck ever.  We pressed on with just barely enough people to take up a full lane of traffic.  I don't think we gave a whole lot of thought as to the recklessness of such an endeavor on Las Vegas city streets, even though the sun would still be out for at least another hour and half.  

    The route started down Maryland Parkway turning West on Twain.  That was hair-raising in and of itself but when we turned on Paradise another level of insanity began.  A limosine turned onto Paradise Ave. at the same time we did.  The lady driving the limo was in a serious hurry as limo drivers are apt to be.  She laid into her car horn and didn't stop the constant blaring loudly at us from Twain until we hit Tropicana.  That's pretty far when you're riding a bicycle at 15 miles an hour.  I couldn't take the pressure and soon caved in to coming down to her level.  I dropped my pants just enough to expose my bare ass from Desert Inn until this maniac finally turned.    

    The group was pretty frazzled and somewhat deaf at that point but little did we know it would get worse.  We turned on Tropicana determined to ride it out but also ready to end it back at the Cafe parking lot.  

    That was when terror struck.  A fucking madman screeched to halt a few feet from us.  With out backs to traffic it was bone chilling to feel the car braking behind us and in our current state of confusion we were all more than a little freaked out.  A man, possibly inebriated, flung his car door open narrowly missing the traffic that was speeding by in the next lane over.  He stumbled out and let loose a stream on incoherent babbling some of which I knew to be English profanity, so I knew he was probably American, just severely loaded on something which I couldn't rightly pin down.

    No one moved from the road.  We held our ground and made the stupid son of a bitch drive around and past us to further clog up traffic somewhere further east on Trop.  After he careened by honking his horn and the whole bit we looked at each other and pretty much knew it was over.  We were scared for our fucking lives and no matter how much we were in the right we all knew it wasn't worth the risk.  We all pulled over to the sidewalk on Trop and made our way quietly back to the Cafe parking lot.  We used to end CM with a drink but that ride ended a little too dramatically for our comfort level.  I think we all just hugged and went our separate ways.

    I heard rumors to the effect that Las Vegas is currently doing Critical Mass every month.  Whether it's true I cannot say but I hope there is at least 8 to 10 people on the rides happening today in 2010.  I'd also be glad to hear there's still a few psychotic stubborn mofos that will continue to ride even if there's only one person in a lane of traffic on a bike.

   

    As mentioned this may only be of interest to the few people in the video.  I haven't seen many of those people for years and years.  I miss them all terribly.  I hope they still got bikes and are out there on the street.

Download Critical Mass video Las Vegas 4/1997 if you want
Or just watch the clip posted at the top.

Flag Day

    This post is a bit late for celebrating Flag Day 2010 (June 14) but I didn't want to go another year without sharing these photographs.   

    I took these pictures 7 or 8 years ago.  I still lived in Las Vegas, NV and was still using a film camera.  I scanned these images from negatives.  I haven't laid hands on that camera in 5 years.  

   I recently digitized these because a friend played host to an event wherein a bunch of art curators had a slide show looking for new "talent."  Everyone voted for their favorite at the end of the night.  Or something like that.  I'm artsy fartsy and wanted to be a part of it so I pulled these pics out of my archive.  These images were never given public exposure after I took them.  A few friends got to see them and remarked how much they liked them.  I gotta agree.  Bold, overly dramatic, and throughly obnoxious.  But also picturesque and demanding a storyline which is never provided.  Maybe I'm reading too much into it?  

    I always hoped someone would agree with me that these are art-worthy and hang them in a gallery even though flag burning is beating a dead cliche.  The shock and yawn of the politics on display here is played out and maybe even boring to today's eyes.  When I look at these images it's not politics I see at work it's the destruction of American values and the destruction wrecked by those values leading to the ultimate fall of the giant industry that is American society.  I guess it's impossible to separate the politics from these pics, huh?  Still I see an atmosphere here which is more akin to a Mad Max apocalypse than anti-imperialist protest cliches.  But the two go hand in hand anyway so why choose up sides?

    Here come the cliches.  They are unavoidable.  Celebrating the stars and stripes without admitting all men are not equal, makes you look like a willfully ignorant asshole.  Cherishing the flag while disregarding a history of racism, classism, and genocide of the native population, makes you a disgusting human being who seeks to uphold and celebrate tyranny.  If you love the flag and the illusion that this country works for you, then you deserve to be turned into a lampshade.  Which will probably be your fate if you find yourself unable to be exploited by the machinery that's in place to make the other rich.  Don't get me wrong, nobody hates a know it all more than I.  I'm not that fuckin smart, but these concepts are in my face everyday.  If you see these facts and deny their truth, you don't understand the substance and why it is important for our world today; WHY ARE YOU READING THIS BLOG?  I could go on but if you refuse to see these things then we are probably enemies.  I'm not gonna argue with you.  I just want you to go away and not investigate my life every again.

   Self righteous expression is over.  Now back to the point of this post.
  
    I submitted all these photos for this art-event but I got the time wrong and ended up missing the whole thing.  I'm such an idiot.  I've always been curious to see how people might react to these photos but I guess I'll never be able to see the honest reactions.  Hopefully someone out there loves or hates me for this.

    I mean no offense to veterans.  The ones most likely to be incensed.  I'm sure any apology I give won't mean shit to you so I won't even bother apologizing.  The more I think about it the more I have to wonder how shocking these images are in today's world?  Even maybe to veterans- but what the fuck do I know?

    I should ask my dad to check these pictures out.  I'm sure he wouldn't care one way or the other at this point.  Although years ago I remember him coming home after a few drinks after work and telling me he'd kick my ass if he saw me wiping my ass with the flag or something like like.  Yeah maybe I'll ask him to look at these sometime.  He's a veteran.  

    I like what these photos represent.  It's what I look for in art.  It's easy to decipher.  It might be a little trite but it forces you to be a part of it and it's a release that is loud and in your face.    

    I want to see the end of American hypocrisy found in the ruins of a deserted landscape.  That's all that's left.  Desolation.  Emptiness.   It's celebrated in a last futile gesture on top of a mountain.  I imagine smoke rising in different spots on the desert floor hundreds of feet below.  If you look close enough smoke, or more appropriately smog can be seen suffocating the valley off in the distance, which appears to be civilization.  That valley is... you guessed it Las Vegas, Nevada.    

    Can you tell this is a view from the top of a mountain?  I did not manipulate these images in any way.  No photoshop.  Nothing digital was used aside from the scanner for the negatives.  The camera used was a Minolta STsi Maxxum.  It might have a digital interface.  I'm not sure but I know it's a film camera.

    These photographs were not staged.  They came about quite by accident.  After all that 9/11 bullshit was going down and then the rush to go to war with Iraq escalated I was severely  disillusioned with the world and my role in it.  I can't sugarcoat it. I fucking hated America so much I cried almost every night.  I couldn't sleep from staying awake burning in my own anger.  I felt so powerless I more or less dug a hole and crawled into it after moving to Portland.  Can I still be your friend if I admit I just got wasted everyday for two years?  These photographs being the last creative thing I did before sleeping it off for three years.  Did I say four years?  Who knows how long it had been?

    The last year that I lived in Vegas I went on a bunch of solo hikes outside the valley.  One day I decided to hike Lava Butte, the small black mountain that can be seen behind Frenchmen Mountain to the south.  If you're headed east on Tropicana you can see it pretty clearly.  I'd been there before with friends.  It's not too formidable a climb and it allows a great view of Lake Mead and Las Vegas without the hassle/hell of climbing Frenchmen.  

    Still it was a difficult climb that day.  Making my way to the top out of breath, my heart sank when I saw this American flag planted at the top.  Even in the middle of nowhere in my solitude I was given reminders of the bullshit turn my country had taken.  Even something as innocuous as this felt like a slap in the face.  I took it personally.  But what more or less could I have done?  I was alone at the narrow summit of a mountain I just climbed!  I worked hard to get here you fuckin assholes.  My reward was another reminder of what is wrong with my society?  How dare you?  

    I still smoked cigarettes at that time so I fumbled for a lighter as soon as I saw the flag, but caught myself.  Shit.  Didn't I bring my camera up here?  I sat down.  Smoked my cigarette and planned out the shoot which would need to happen quickly.  Who knows how long this flag would burn?  It was made in China so it could go up like a dried out Christmas tree two weeks after New Years.  Gotta be quick and ready to get at least three or four shots off.  

    Strangely that desert wind didn't want to blow that day even on top of a mountain.  That worked to my advantage and in flash the flag ablaze and I was able to capture some gold.  

    These images tell a story.  Many stories.  Hopefully you can see some of those stories as well from your own point of view.  

    I can't speak to how I feel about my country today 7 days after Flag Day 2010.  My opinion changes so often it's hard to keep track.  I love my America but that doesn't mean I love your America.  Chances are good I hate your America.  I'm hoping this will be the way America celebrates Flag Day someday in the distant future.  In the meantime I'm content to remember the time when I was on top of the world and I destroyed America.  I wish you coulda been there.  But then it probably wouldn't have been the same.       

    If you like em feel free to take these images direct from this page.  If you would like a high quality scan of these images please download them below.  Makes a great screensaver!

   If these sentiments piss you off.  Tough shit.  Go live in a country that kills people like me.  

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a paying gig

   Play the video above.  It's the opening montage for the cable access television show Oregon Music Live which I just finished editing.  Take a second and check it out before you read any further.

    In the 4 years he has produced this show my man Jeff R. never got around to making a proper opening montage like you would see on most shows.  I offered to make an animated clip for him and he thought it was a good idea.  This clip is the result.  He liked it so much he said he would use it for all future shows and, if I heard him right, he's going to go back and edit it into shows from the past. 

    I was happy to have a project to work on and I think the result is a good piece.  I was lucky to be able to talk my brother's band into being a part of this project.  The band you see here is his current pop music combo going by the name "You."  Great band with catchy songs and a largely photogenic bunch to boot.

    As with every other collaboration I've had there was a measure of drama involved.  The shot and the edit went fairly smoothly.  Again much thanks to the band You for being great models and for allowing me to use music from their demo tape in this piece.  

    Upon completion I brought the results to Jeff's attention.  He was pleased to such a degree that he proposed I make a commercial for his business after which he would pay me the sum of $150 for all my efforts.  I just wanted to work on something which would have the potential to be seen by thousands of people on a regular basis.  I would have done it for free but the chance of being somewhat compensated for my efforts didn't hurt my pride either.  

    We decided to do this in terms of a trade.  I should probably mention now that Jeff is my pot dealer.  And he's got consistently good weed.  That is until we started this whole trading idea.  The very first bag he gave me in trade was an eighth.  It was ok weed but by far the worst quality I've ever got from him thus far.  I don't want to slander his name.  I'm sure it was just one of those things. 

    Should I be writing about this?  Fuck it.  He's still a great guy and while I'm not the biggest fan of the music on his show it does have it's moments.  Anyway the next time we meet up I'm gonna ask him to just give me a quarter of good weed which I'll split with the band for their efforts and then me and Jeff will be square.  Hopefully he goes for it and we can get back to our regular relationship of me buying stellar weed from him.   

    Lately he's been hard to get a hold of on the phone and in person which is a bit suspect.  I just want him to use the opening!  I think it turned out great.  Not only that but I'd hate to lose him as a dealer because his weed is amazing.  We've talked briefly about the commercial but have yet to nail down plans or solid ideas for it.     

    I'll keep you posted as things develop.  In the meantime keep an eye out for new episodes of Oregon Music Live with it's snappy new opening.  If he uses it.  I can't tell if he's used it yet because I don't have cable.  

    I shot this video with a Sony DSC-W50 still digital camera.  It was edited in iMovie and Final Cut Pro.  The end of the video where the words come off the page was done in After Effects.  I inadvertently created a logo for Oregon Music Live by using these drawn words found on the set list.  Hopefully they will use that logo.  I created a few "bumpers" featuring this new "logo."  You can see the bumpers here as well.  Although they kind of suck.

   I can't believe how shitty these videos look on youtube.  I uploaded good quality vids and they smeared compression all over them.    If you would like to see this video without the compression I can set up a link so you can download it.



    I shot this piece using a Sony Cybershot DSC-W50.  It was edited using iMovie as well as Final Cut Pro.  The effect where the words come off the setlist was done using AfterEffects.  Thanks for giving a shit.