Thursday, June 30, 2011


I'll be spinning records all motherfuckin' day this Sunday JULY 3 for the 2nd Annual East End Block Party! It's outdoors, starts at 3pm and there's a bunch of bands playing, but mostly you'll want to come see how drunk revelers react to Jay Chattaway's Maniac soundtrack. Do you wanna party? It's party time...

Monday, June 27, 2011


Sometimes you have a weekend that is so insanely spectacular that all you can do is shut up and add "photo journalist" to your resume...

Original Abscess artwork by Spike Milliken.

Chris Reifert with my original Dark Crusades artwork.

Original hand-painted banner by Kent Mathieu, circa 1993.

Slaughter By The Water.

Torn From The Set List.

"How will you know that you're the...LAST MAN ALIVE???"

"Atlanta is burning down!"

"We are always about to die..."

Sunday, June 19, 2011



Sunday, June 12, 2011

Art Show Review!

I was strolling through Google Images this afternoon looking at all the classy photos of Seth Putnam when I somehow stumbled across this funny review of the art opening written by my pal Ian Smith (weird, somehow all roads on the Internet lead back to...ME!). Ian managed to get a decent shot of the Weregoat stage so I'm re-posting it here in case you're too lazy to click the link and read the actual article (you have lowered the bar once again with your non-existent comments, dear reader).

And by the way, here's my Seth Putnam story...
Way back in 1994 I was stumbling through the streets of New Orleans on Fat Tuesday and managed to make it over to the Dixie Tavern where Eyehategod was fixin' to perform their hits for the locals (mostly unsavory crack dealers and undernourished hookers). I had already been celebrating for days and some sympathetic comrade let me catch a nap in the Sour Vein van before the show. I'm not entirely sure what happened next but I awoke suddenly- some unknown length of time later- and quickly inhaled my last short breath of air. The van was on fire and completely filled with thick black smoke. I groped my way through the toxic plume and made an attempt to escape but, naturally, the inside door handle was missing. My hand landed on a bare screw where the handle should have been. Desperately, I rolled the window down manually and plopped out onto the street like a derelict abortion with flaming afterbirth (there's a potential new drawing there). This spectacle fortunately caught the attention of the Buzzoven dudes who were milling around outside the venue and immediately rushed over to help stomp out the flames. You know you're in real trouble when Buzzoven comes to your rescue. Somehow the plastic engine cover between the driver and passenger seats had caught fire while I lay comatose in the rear. I can only guess that at some point someone had unscrupulously left a lit cigarette on the engine well and it eventually ignited the plastic which dripped and bubbled in thick carcinogenic rivulets like Steve West's face in The Incredible Melting Man.
As we were stomping out the flames from both sides of the van, the back doors sprung open and out fell a couple of haplessly entwined lovers that I didn't even know had been passed out behind all the gear the whole time. They blinked dumbly into the hazy night and lit cigarettes to calm their nerves. Within minutes the flames were extinguished and someone handed me a flask to wash the acrid taste of smoke from my throat as the first notes of Eyehategod erupted from the tavern across the street. We slammed the doors of the still smoldering van and raced inside the club, me reeking like a terrible campfire with a filthy soot covered face that had all the local Oliver Twist scumfuc types frowning with envy, just as the band squealed and buzzed to twisted life. What does any of this have to do with Seth Putnam? Well, Mike Williams was living up in New York with Alicia 13 at the time so Jimmy Bower and the boys had Seth on vocals that night. He unceremoniously threw a chair at the audience to get things started and the rest of the event was a violent blur. I think the Hickey dudes may have been there too but maybe I'm just making shit up now. Anyway, it was a very memorable night (so memorable in fact that here I am retelling it all these years later for absolutely no reason) and I'll always associate Seth Putnam's shitbag antics with my own near death experience in that seething southern ghetto.

Friday, June 03, 2011


Thanks to everyone who came out to Black Water Gallery last night for the opening reception of CUT & PASTED // BURNED & WASTED! It was a truly spectacular evening. For those of you who couldn't make it, the exhibition will remain on display all month and is open to the public every day of the week from noon until 6pm. Contact the gallery to make sure they're open before you make the trip. We are also planning a special closing reception with most of the artwork available for sale. Updates coming soon! Summary: 14 artists, 70 pieces of artwork, two drills, 1 keg of beer, several bottles of vodka, 1 stage, 6 goat skulls, lots of blood and a chocolate cake...

This is what the space looked like when we descended upon it Wednesday morning. The first step was a fresh coat of black paint...

Black Water proprietor Keith Testerman went above and beyond the call of duty to help me convert his dusty D.I.Y. punk venue into a fine art gallery complete with beautiful track lighting and a full bar. Unfortunately, once the doors opened we didn't have much time to photograph the enthusiastic crowd...

Weregoat war ritual.

Photo by Anna Wilson.

After all, it was a birthday...

The cult is alive!