If you don't know this already, this is Mickey Avalon.

Click here to stream his track "Ready to Die"
Godspeed!

R.I.P. Goddamnit. This year needs to be over before another great is taken away from us.
Godspeed! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyy!
Okay, here's the situation...a lot has happened this year to make me feel like I need to be more proactive about being an adult. For instance, one of my dear friends from college is now a mother of a beautiful little baby girl. For serious. Also, I've turned a brisk 25 years old this past October (see the pics here). A few major influences in my life (bands, hello!) have broken up and moved on. Oh, and Tower Records is sooooo over. Obviously. You did see yesterday's post, didn't you?
ANYWAYS, in lieu of getting all teary-eyed and waxing nostalgic about the influence that Tower had on my life (see: everything, anything), Here's the spoils of my last visit EVER to the beautiful landscape known as, well, you know, a pretty kick-ass fucking record store chain:

GoGoGo Airheart - Rats! Sing! Sing! ($1.00)

Various Artists - It's So Easy: A Millennium Tribute to Guns n Roses ($0.10)

Towers of London - Blood, Sweat & Towers ($1.00)

June - If You Speak Any Faster ($1.00)

The iO's - In Sunday Songs ($1.00)

The Tossers - Long Dim Road ($1.00)

Slick Shoes - Burn Out ($1.00)

River City Rebels - Hate To Be Loved ($1.00)

The Adored - New Language ($1.00)

U.S. Bombs - We Are The Problem ($1.00)

Maximo Park - Going Missing ($1.00)

Peter Walker - Young Gravity ($1.00)

Damone - Out Here All Night ($0.25)

Mike Vallely - Weekend in Pittsburgh ($1.00)

Wiley - Wot Do U Call It? ($0.25)

Against All Authority - The Restoration Of Chaos & Order ($1.00)

The Kelley Deal 6000 - Go To The Sugar Altar ($1.00)

The Mutts - Life In Dirt (FREE!!!)

Marc Bolan - Love and Death (FREE!!!)
Total items - 19
Total spent - $15.82
I have to say, I'm really fucking sad to see Tower go under. I can honestly think of a few places ever that I've spent more time. Also, I can't even begin to think of the thousands of dollars of "disposable income" (as if that term ever really makes sense) I've put into their monetary systems. Fucked if I care at this point. I'm just angry that I didn't think to take one of the listening station displays with me had I only had some way of transporting them safely back to Brooklyn. Oh well. You'll be missed, music elitists of America. You'll be missed.
Godspeed!

I'm there as soon as work pays me and lets me out. Where are you going to be? See you there.
Godspeed!
P.S. Happy holidays to you all. I'll be posting a "DIY that dude jeff's Holidaze mixtape" for the January edition of "Syllabus", so look out for it. In the meantime, look at this and stay happy a little longer.
When you find out that one of your favorite bands of all time is on it's outs and is breaking up, it's kinda like summer camp. You spend a long time forming bonds, ideas and relationships, only to then realize that on the last day, you have to come back to the reality of it all. Things change. End. Move away. You can't control everything. It's like one day you're playing kick ball and gossiping about that one girl hooking up with all of the CIT's and the next, your mom is taking you to the mall for back-to-school bargains at Filene's Basement.
Last month, news broke that Rainer Maria, the last great "LOUD quiet LOUD" band this writer has come across, were calling it quits after championing everyone but mainstream America for more than a decade. People waited with baited breaths to find out how to see the trio for the last time. I myself bookmarked TicketWeb for the final show so I could remember them how it should be. I had seen the band nearly a half-dozen times since I had first heard "Rain Yourr Hand" when I was in college in Peoria, Illinois. So I got my tickets and feverishly counted the days. Equal parts excitement and melancholy a month strong.
Sunday night, it ended. My analogy to summer camp really rang true in Brooklyn that night, with weather fittingly hovering around the 50-degree mark, that crucial sign that summer is turning to fall and winter is creeping in. For a December night, being able to don only a hoodie was a gift. The lovely girlfriend and "Sweettits" Jessica were in tow.
NorthSix, Rainer Maria's homebase as it were (their practice studio was above the venue for years), seemed like the perfect place to watch your heroes take a last stand. A Coliseum it was. And much like the Roman venue for public spectacle, standing room was quite quick to be taken.
I would usually say a few things about the opening band, but really, who fucking cares? This wasn't for them. It was for us. The patient fans who waited all too long to have our catharsis. Rainer Maria came on and played nearly every single song anyone can remember being a part of their setlist from the last decade (though I'm sure SOMEONE would disagree with me). For me, for the crowd, for NorthSix, for Brooklyn, this is the way it could only have been. Caithlin, Kyle and Bill went out as gracefully as ever, masking whatever distaste for each other they may have, and I thank them for it. You guys have (along with only a very small handful of other influences) been my starting point into the musical tree that has branched out into everything I own today. Every CD single, limited LP or bootleg live disc. Thanks. Here's to hoping above all for one more summer.
(mp3) Rainer Maria - Catastrophe
(mp3) Rainer Maria - Soul Singer
Godspeed!
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