HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOODY COLE!

Happy 65th Birthday, Toody!

THE SECRET LIFE OF BIGFOOT

Do you like Bigfoot? Do you like the art of Bobby Beausoleil? If so, you might want to pick up this odd new book which features interviews with some of the world's most prominent Sasquatch enthusiasts as well as Bobby's playful rendering of a decidedly existential "Hairy Man" on the cover. Buy it at a local bookstore and tell Amazon to fuck off.

SOLSTICE

"TALENTLESS CONVICT ART"

I enjoy receiving real letters from real people almost as much as I enjoy exposing cunting parasites for what they truly are. One such pretender recently accosted me with a message that made snide reference to "talentless convict art," which fortuitously reminded me that I had a small shoe box containing such art in my basement. Back when I was publishing Destroying Angels it was my unspoken commitment to send a free copy to any prisoner who bothered to write a letter. I figured it could do a man well to have something to stimulate the mind while serving time behind bars. I eventually stopped because prisons have erratic mail policies and I was wasting a lot of postage on zines that were returned due to inflammatory content. During that period I received some lavishly embellished envelopes, mostly drawn with ballpoint pen. I thought I'd post just a few here for your enjoyment. I'm not crediting the artists by their legal names out of respect for their privacy. I don't know where these guys are now, but I imagine some of them might not want to be identified online. In any case, it is always worth considering the outlaw instinct and the aesthetics of involuntary confinement.

"FAIRLY CRAPPY"

I've seen my share of comical insults and self-aggrandizing outrage in my years, but the ugly little specimen that greeted me in my inbox this morning merits some distinction. I've cut and pasted the message below verbatim, exactly as it appeared in all its grammatically incorrect glory. I guess he was so stammeringly upset that he misspelled his own name. The underground is alive and well... 

From: davidhorn@hotmail.com 
To: dennisdread@hotmail.com 
Subject: RE: DOA #5 
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2013 10:29:20 -0600 

Dennis (MR. BIG SHOT DREAD), 
Awwww... Big baby does not want to do interview with DOA Magazine. 

Way to go bigshot - we waste hours putting together insightful questions about your (fairly crappy) book and you don't wanna pway wit us!!! Waaaahhhh!!! 

In case you've been living under a rock for the past 20 years, SOD Magazine was the biggest fucking underground metal mag that ever existed, and now we still try to carry the flame for underground metal with DOA and you have the fucking nerve to turn us down for an interview??? Sorry, I didn't realize I was asking Mick Jagger for a few moments of his precious time. Good luck with your book - which I personally found to be a waste of time as it had shitty layouts and included way to much talentless convict art. 

Daviid Horn 

Entartete Kunts is still available! Drop me a line if you want a signed copy (see my direct e-mail address in the message above). I can probably pull myself away from the cocaine and hot tub long enough to personalize your book. Happy Holidays!

WRONG SIDE OF THE GRAVE

CITY BABY ATTACKED BY KUNTS!

The dust frost has settled (and it's too damn cold to go outside), so I'm finally sitting down to reflect on the October ENTARTETE KUNTS party at Saint Vitus in Brooklyn. Needless to say, we enjoyed a fantastic gathering of noble dignitaries as well as many new friends and random nerds who turned out to support the book in full force. Unfortunately, we were too busy boozin' it up in the dark confines of New York's best metal bar to remember to properly document the occasion. I was only able to assemble a few blurry photos but, since many of you have asked about this event, I've decided to share them with you here. Buy the book. Slit your own throat. 

DEAD BOYS:

Dennis Dread, Erik Danielsson, Drew Elliot, Pasquale Reca.

Thanks to everyone who came out. Fuck off to those who didn't. Very special thanks to David Castillo and the entire St. Vitus crew for showing us a good time and serving Trooper Ale, Robin Adams of Bittersweets NY for everything, but especially for being such a classy lady and for generously loaning my original Darkthrone art from her private collection for the afternoon, Dan Foder for being a Brother in Arms and snapping some of these photos while I got drunk, DJ Inhaler for spinning Saints In Hell and causing a high pitched headbanging session, Vicky Pingarron for telling me I should always save PowerPoints as PDFs...moments before the PowerPoint froze, Drew Elliott for ruling as always, Frank and Martina Russo for keeping it weird and Pasquale Reca for using that hammer as intended.