anatomy of a letlive. show
- step 1: find table in the photo pit
- step 2: throw table on-stage
- step 3: k done
- step 4: stand on table
- step 5: jump up and body slam table
- step 6: sing on table
- step 7: finish cracking table in half using your head
this is awesome
Debut EP from #softshred guitarist MYRONE
All songs written/produced by Hugh Myrone
“gorgeous” co-written with Voyageur
FREE DL: http://www.mediafire.com/download/8sbx8hmr4rmatrt/MYRONE_EP_.zip
Skip past the first track, which seems totally out of place here, and the rest of this is damn enjoyable
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Look, I never reblog this sort of sentimental cheese. It tends to make my stomach curdle. But this one got me right in the feels.
When I adopted Lillah in 2004, I’d never had a cat before. I didn’t know if I’d even like having an animal around — the only “pets” I’d had growing up were goldfish. But she took to me immediately, jumping on top of me when I was in bed and kneading on my chest, incessantly dragging her snaggletooth across my arm until I would get up and feed her, climbing under the covers and curling up in a ball in the small of my back so I couldn’t roll over. She is the sweetest pain-in-the-ass I’ve ever known. She is a hardcore snuggler. She loves stalking feathers at the end of a stick (kitty fishing!), and catching bugs for me too. When she’s getting her head scratched, she purrs so loud you’d think there was a motorcycle in the closet. She follows me from room to room, even when we’re not interacting, just so she can be around me. She loves unconditionally.
A decade on, Lillz is an old lady. She’s been with me through law school, through a cross-country move, through too many apartments to count, through through a marriage and a divorce and now an engagement to the love of my life, a wonderful lady who I think Lillah loves even more than me, and vice versa.
Six months ago, she became mysteriously sick. Turns out, one of her kidneys had shut down, perhaps the result of a combination of old age and chronic ITUs she’d had. She spent nearly a week in the kitty hospital, and we really thought we might lose her, but she pulled through. She now gets potassium supplements every day to compensate for what her kidney can’t process. She gets a pill daily for her enlarged heart. Her hearing seems to be almost gone; I think her eyes are starting to fail her too. And just this morning I gave her her very first insulin injection, which she’ll now be getting twice a day for probably the rest of her life. That’s right, we just discovered she’s become diabetic.
She’s become a lot of work, and a lot of money — and I haven’t even for a second considered not giving her everything she needs. (Recognizing, of course, that I am in a very privileged position to be able to afford such things). It’s not a burden, it’s the very least I can do to repay her for 10 WHOLE YEARS (and, fingers crossed, more to come!) of what might be the most fulfilling, and loving, relationship I’ve ever had.
And to think, she sat in a Siamese rescue for AN ENTIRE YEAR just because people thought, at age 7, she was too old to be worth adopting.
Their loss; my gain.
Lillah passed away yesterday. She was the sweetest, most unconditionally loving companion I could have ever asked for, and I’m blessed for every joyful day of the decade we got to spend together.
POZ Interview: No Somos Marineros
PropertyOfZack Senior Writer Jesse Richman sat down with No Somos Marineros at SXSW a month ago. We chatted with the band about SXSW, new recordings, their relationship with Topshelf, growing as a band, and more. Check out the interview below!
POZ: Just to start, can I get your names and what you do in the band?
CGS: I’m Carlos [González Soto], I play guitar and [I sing].
AP: I’m Andrés [Pérez], and I play drums.
OR: I’m Oscar [Rubio], and I play guitar.
GF: Gustavo [Farfán], bass.
POZ: So let me start this off by saying, I actually saw you guys last year at SXSW, at the Pearl St. Co-op, when you played over there. And I was really blown away — I thought you were fantastic. I went online to find more info and the one thing I discovered is that — probably because you’re Mexican — everything out there is in Spanish, and there is very little in English about you guys. So to start out I just want to ask the basics. How did you get together? Where are you from? How did you start playing your music?
I haven’t been posting my interviews from SXSW here — you can find links to all of them on the clips page, almost all of the interviews I did are online now — but I’m particularly excited that this one is running. No Somos Marineros are an awesome emo/post-hardcore group from Mexico City, and we had a really wonderful conversation about the state of the scene down there: small, but growing, and exceedingly vibrant.
NSM, along with their photo/video/creative collective Light & Noise, are a big part of making that happen, and of getting the word out about the goings-on in the Mexican/Spanish language underground. Language barriers can be tough to surmount, especially when it’s cost-prohibitive for a lot of these acts to tour the US, but there’s a lot going on down there that I think kids here would be into. I’m hardly an expert, but NSM have been great tour guides. I’ve included links to pretty much everyone they name-check, so click through and you can hear for yourself why I find this all so exciting.
Cardiknox, “Hold Me Down”
She’s touring with Betty Who, and turns out to be the answer to “what if the follow-up to ‘Somebody Loves You’ wasn’t brighter but darker?”
Am I insane for thinking this sounds like The Knife at their most accessible? What I’m trying to say is I love it.
a) yes, this is pretty great!
b) the male half of Cardiknox is Thomas Dutton, formerly of Forgive Durden, whose Razia’s Shadow you should definitely seek out if you’re currently geeking out over Coheed & Cambria week at OneWeekOneBand (like I am), because you probably appreciate story-driven high-concept emo-pop.