by Sam Sinister
As you may or may not know, I recently left the band (you can read a little ore about that here).
Since I'm no longer in the band, whether the rest of the guys decide to go on with out me (which is my hope) or not, it wouldn't be right for me to keep posting here at the Dead City Dealers website. So, as a result, I'm moving all of my blogging over to samsinister.blogspot.com, which will includes news on The Shit Parade radio program, rants (and any other kind of typical "blog" posts), news on any of my future musical endeavors, free music downloads, and event listings for any live gigs I set up in future. So feel free to subscribe, follow, or whatever you want to do to keep up with me.
It's been fun!
Showing posts with label rock 'n roll. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rock 'n roll. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, December 20, 2010
Songfacts: "Horrible"
True story. This song was written by me one day after seeing a really awful band at The Sky Club in Masury, Ohio. A couple of friends and I went out of boredom to see a couple of bands that the flyer billed as "old school rock and roll" or something to that effect, which to me could mean anything from rockabilly to garage, bar rock or anything blues-based. These bands were none of the above.
(Well, alright - in all fairness, the second band might have been, but we didn't stick around to find out. The opener was THAT bad.)
I think the flyer even had a hot rod or something on it. So imagine my surprise when we sat down and waited for almost an hour, to eventually hear something I can only describe as slow-as-Moses, self-indulged "rock" music. Granted, I'd never heard of either band, and couldn't even tell you now what they were called, but I figured, "Hey! I like checking out bands I've never heard before, and this looks like something I might enjoy. We should go!". Little did I know, it was false advertising.
The only thing in the lyrics that's untrue is that the singer did not, in fact, look like Beaver Cleaver.
(Well, alright - in all fairness, the second band might have been, but we didn't stick around to find out. The opener was THAT bad.)
I think the flyer even had a hot rod or something on it. So imagine my surprise when we sat down and waited for almost an hour, to eventually hear something I can only describe as slow-as-Moses, self-indulged "rock" music. Granted, I'd never heard of either band, and couldn't even tell you now what they were called, but I figured, "Hey! I like checking out bands I've never heard before, and this looks like something I might enjoy. We should go!". Little did I know, it was false advertising.
The only thing in the lyrics that's untrue is that the singer did not, in fact, look like Beaver Cleaver.
Friday, September 10, 2010
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