Joshua Petker, Red Deluge from Black Sugar.

Evergreen State alumni, Joshua Petker will open his solo show, Black Sugar in LA on Friday, October 3rd at the Corey Helford Gallery. He kind of reminds me of a Mucha Devil Girl gone splat, by way of Patrick Nagel. Petker is an accomplished artist has already branched out into textiles and even stationary you would actually use.

For more on Petker, check out the extensive gallery on his website. Petker didn’t go to art school and he’s proud of that. The only thing that seems to be working against him is, well…nothing.

Q-Tip, Gettin’ Up.

Okay, let’s talk about the sweet groove in the back of this awesome newish single from Q-Tip single that came out late last month, Gettin’ Up.  It is the slightly uptempo You and I from soulful 70’s trio, Black Ivory. Check out the band doing Don’t Turn Around live. It’s friggin’ beautiful. Anyway, this song is kind of like a triple earwig because not only am I obsessed with Gettin’ Up, it caused me to loose a couple hours digging through Black Ivory’s catalog. Which naturally led me right back to Tribe’s infectious single, Award Tour. Which goes to prove that sometimes that the saying, what goes around, comes around, can be a good thing. Discuss…

The Bermondsay Joyriders.

The Bermondsay Joyriders were in from England for one night, last night, in Seattle. Who are ya? I mean where were you? Not for anything, the drummer is holding crutches. And I’m pretty sure he’s not going to use them to play his kit with. Anyway, I really need to take full responsibility if you did miss TBJ last night because I forgot to include them in this weeks GTFO. Punk rock blasphemy! To make up for that, I will let you know that The Bermondsay Joyriders will be at the Sideshow Tattoo Parlor in Oregon on Monday. If your planning on getting your Halloween on in Vegas, by all means, catch this awesome trio at Divebar on October 30th.

If Bermondsay sounds like they’ve been around, you’d be correct. Collectively, the members of Bermondsay have been making punk ‘n’ roll since the mid 1970’s. Drummer Steve Godoy used to hit it with the awesome The Exploding Fuck Dolls and vocalist Gary Lammin was in Cock Sparrer and wrote this song.

Thanks to the excellent Brian Foss of The Funhouse for bringing Bermondsay and so many excellent bands to Seattle.

Iggy, The Crying Game, and The Crocs…

Iggy does not look happy being photographed in his orthopedic crocs. And I wouldn’t either. Although, quite frankly, anything that deflects away from his Cannes companion works for me. Fuck the terrorists, Crocs are the real threat to this country.

More photos of Iggy sans his ortho-crocs are at the anti-croc, super snarky, Dlisted.

Obama and McCain are about to get in the ring…

So, I decided to try to live blog the debate tonight. Hopefully you might join myself and other members of Team Cherrybomb as it will undoubtedly make the debate more interesting. Feel free to join us by leaving comments.

Every time John McCain says “My Friends” or uses the word “experience”, take a drink. “Vietnam” will be your McCain bonus word so drink a shot if you hear McCain say it. I know what you’re thinking, come on Vietnam!

Every time Obama uses the word “judgement”, or the phrase “four more years”, take a drink. “Erratic” will be your Obama bonus word so drink a shot if you hear Obama say it. Got it? We’ll keep it going as long as our livers hold out.  Here we go…

6:05:

Cheap shot by McCain to lead off his first comments by saying he had some sad news. He went on to say that an ailing Ted Kennedy had been admitted to the hospital. Then he ended by saying we need to end our dependency on foreign oil. The question on deck was how McCain would help solve our current financial crisis. Wheee! I think Johnny’s been drinking! I’ll drink to that!

6:12:

Obama used the word crisis three times in about 30 seconds. That’s the Obama secret bonus word! Take three swigs.

6:15:

McCain says he has a pen. He adds that the pen is kind of old. Then he shakes it. Wow.

6:25

McCain interrupted Jim Lehrer to talk about Christmas trees and tax codes. He then accused Obama of wanting to tax people who make less than $42,000 a year. Obama cuts him off by saying “that was just not true”. This caused McCain to giggle. I think he’s thinking about Christmas trees again.

6:33:

Obama says that McCain’s recommended spending freeze is like using a hatchet instead of a scalpel. Slam dunk.

6:37:

Obama uses the word Orgy to describe President’s Bush’s fiscal spending habits. Shit, I need a drink. Oh wait! McCain used his secret/bonus word Maverick. Then Jim Lehrer used the word Vietnam. Shots!

6:44:

Obama notes that he is proud of his VP choice, Joe Biden and looks at McCain. Then he said that McCain likes to pretend like the War in Iraq started in 2007. After accusing McCain about being wrong about multiple issues regarding the war he said the word judgement. Twice! Drink!

6:47:

Dang, we should have used the word Afghanistan as a drinking word for both Obama and McCain.

6:53

McCain just said that “If your gonna aim a gun at someone, you better be prepared to pull the trigger.” He used the phrase in relation to Pakistan. How very Eastwood. Bang-BANG!

7:00

McCain talks of a NH woman who asked him to wear her dead sons bracelet. If McCain is wearing a bracelet, he never shows it to us. Then, Obama said he was also given a bracelet by a Mom in Green Bay in honor of her son who was killed in Iraq. Obama gestures to his right hand that actually bears a black bracelet.

7:10

Question on deck, Diplomacy. Obama just said that the Iranian premier Ahmadinejad is not the most powerful person in Iran. Obama just demoted A-Jad!  Oh, snap!

7:13

McCain just said that the average South Korean is three inches taller than the average North Korean. The question on deck was pre-conditions of international diplomacy.

7:19

Question on deck, Russia. McCain says that when he looks into Putin’s eyes he sees the letters KGB. I think we all need to drink until we see the letters KGB in our own eyes. Yeesch…

7:26:

Last question on deck, the likelihood of another 9-11 attack. McCain says we are a long way from safe. Says he’s proud about his history of “reaching across the aisle” to his democratic counterparts to make us safer. Says we have a long way to go three times when it comes to making America safe in two minutes. Also says that our intelligence should be improved so we don’t ever torture any prisoner again. Say WHAT? Obama also uses the phrase “we have a long way to go” once in his initial response but goes on to say as President he will work to restore our standing in the world.

7:33

John McCain says the word experience twice! Drink!

7:36

Obama’s closing point re-iterates his desire to restore America’s image to the world. McCain’s closing remarks included the words Vietnam and experience! Drink a two shots!

Okay, that’s a wrap. Overall I think that this one is going to Obama, but not by as much because John McCain didn’t go down in angry, stuttering flames as many of us thought and hoped he would. But don’t worry, every week that passes will present a new opportunity for John McCain to wax nostagically about Ronald Reagan and Christmas trees for no apparent reason. 39 days and counting…

8:51:

Way post-debate time. I have to say, I think it’s astonishing how much disdain John McCain carries in his upper-body. I also tuned into Fox for a second, post-debate and was treated to a montage of Obama saying “I agree with Senator McCain” over and over again and some silly graph that looked like a life-support monitor driven by a Fox studio audience reaction to the live debate. How totally B.F Skinner of Fox.

Afghanistan! Drink! Goodnight…

Sarah Palin Wall Sticker from Wall Monkeys.

Wall Monkeys is the latest business to cash in on Sarah Palin’s new found popularity with their life-size  Sarah Palin wall sticker. The deluxe, 60 inch Palin sticker comes with a gun, a hockey stick and puck, tiara, and lipstick. For the pig of course, which is not included. All this crap can be yours for only 69.99.

Luckily, the stickers can be easily removed from any surface once they become irrelevant, not as attractive as you once thought or, on November 4th.

Wendy O and The Plasmatics go for a spin…

Okay, by now the 21st Annual Rockabilly Ball is in full swing and Ballard has once again been turned on its not-so-inner-Hillbilly ear. I’m still punch-drunk from Nick Cave and all seems right in the world…as long as you don’t turn on the TV. If Cherrybomb can do it, so can you. In the words of a rather good looking friend of Cherrybomb’s, start a band. Go see a show. In other words, Get The Fuck off your couch and Get The Fuck Out…

Friday, September 26th:

This is what Country looks like when it’s looking at you.

Knut Bell
Connor Byrne
Never miss an opportunity to see Knut. Ever. This is especially true when it comes to a Knut show in Ballard. Can I get a Yee-Haw?

Choke Trailer.

Choke
The Metro
Chuck Palahniuk’s brilliantly bizarre,that’s-so-wrong-but–it-makes–me–hot,sex-romp/psychological-study-in-human-nature-gone-crazy novel comes to life. Yee-Haw!

The Cave Singers, Dancing on Our Graves.

The Cave Singers
The Moore Theater
Invitation Songs is one of my favorite records of 2007. Yee-Haw!

Blue Scholars Bayani Wordie.

Blue Scholars
The Showbox at The Market
I am in LOVE with Blue Scholars. Did you hear me? Because I was yelling just then. Anyway, Blue Scholars will covert your friends that insist they don’t really like “hip-hop”. I don’t have any friends like that but if you do, well, you know what to do. Yee-Haw doesn’t really work here. But Hell YES sure does!

Saturday, September 27th:

Heavy Liquid.

Heavy Liquid (Iggy Tribute) and The Pranks
Jules Maes

Chris Van Dahl of Aeromyth.

Aeromyth (Aerosmith Tribute)
Romano’s Concert Lounge
Holy Mother of Massachusetts! Aeromyth’s Steven Tyler aka, Chris Van Dahl is the perfect blend of a young Nick Cave and, Steven Tyler. Physically, that is. And Dahl’s vox ain’t too shabby either. This So-Cal, A-Smith tribute is some kind of all right.

Schoolyard Hero, and one of Cherrybomb’s personal heroes, Ryann Donnelly.

Schoolyard Heroes
SK8Town (Port Orchard)
All Ages
The last gig Schoolyard Heroes played was a Kurt Cobain tribute with Harvey Danger sponsored by the Kurt Cobain Memorial Committee. Not any band can cover Kurt and Nirvana, which is good, since Schoolyard Heroes isn’t just any band. SH are busy writing new material for their next record, which is hard to believe, since I’m still really digging on their 2007 release, Abominations. Catch ‘em while you can.

The Real Cry-Baby Walker, James Intveld.

James Intveld
Slim’s Last Chance

A rather foxy friend of Cherrybomb’s hipped me to the fact that James Intveld was the voice of Cry- Baby Walker in John Waters’ campy Rockabilly masterpiece, Cry-Baby. On Friday, Intveld will do a Cry-Baby-esque set at the Rockabilly Ball. The show at Slim’s will be straight-forward Intveld Sin ‘n’ Swing. Choose your poison.

Sunday, September 28th:

Raggedy Anns Rule.

Sunday Bloody Sunset with Monotonix (Early!) and the Raggedy Anns (Late!)
I don’t often make musical recommendations for Sunday. Sunday should be reserved for Bloody Marys, annoymous/make-up sex and eggs. Exactly in that order. All of which should still allow you time to make Monotonix’s set that will occur between 2:00 & 4:00 at Sunday Bloody Sunset at The Sunset. The Raggedy Anns play the late show. Unless of course, you are hitting the Cialis like Josh Todd. In that case, by all means, carry the fuck on, all day long. Just know that you will frown when you hear about how much fun your non-pussy/dick whipped friends had at The Sunset on Sunday.

Super Henry, we need you now. Seriously. For The Mad Irish Man.

Henry Rollins Recountdown Tour
Revolution Live (Fort Lauderdale, Florida)
Look for Rollins to roll through Spokane on October 16th at The Knitting Factory. The “Recountdown/End of Bush” tour started on September 18th and Rollins has shows scheduled nearly every day through the last stop on the tour in Seattle on November 26th. Not surprisingly, there is no show scheduled for November 4th. Where will you be on November 4th? Celebrating? Hiding? Crying? Rioting? On your way to Canada or Mexico? On question mark overload? Only time will tell? Oh wait, I meant…

Looking Ahead:

Hater, does not hate your band.

Hater (with Matt Cameron of Pearl Jam) will be at The Tractor on Tuesday, September 30th with one of my favorite local bands, The Cops.

Opeth. For Freddy Pants.

Opeth will thankfully be at the Showbox at the Market on Saturday October 4th. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with Mikael Akerfeldt. Hold on, wait…okay. I’m totally sure I’m in love with Mikael Akerfeldt. Even though the object of my Death Metal affection is married with two kids and three cats. Which doesn’t sound especially metal to me but, Opeth’s music sure does. Yee-Haw!

Now how can you not Get The Fuck Out after all that? If you need me to answer that then you and that worn out ass-couch deserve each other.

The Clash, I’m So Bored With The USA, 1977.

If you’ve been paying attention to the news the last few days, you might be thinking the same thing. The news is in doomsday overdrive. Banks are running out of money, the BCT (Brigade Combat Team) has been deployed to the US to prepare for any possible upcoming civil unrest, this guy is back on TV telling us all to run like hell or we’re all gonna die. All while this guy spends $5000 on makeup, which I’m sure is very reasonable to someone who owns 13 cars and 10 homes. What, no locusts?

Cherrybomb’s Daily Earwig for Thursday, September 25th is The Clash, I’m So Bored With The USA.

Nick Cave, Showbox SoDo, Seattle. September 23rd, 2008. Photo by Cherrybomb’s iPhone.

Cherrybomb got up close and personal with Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds last night at the Showbox, SoDo in Seattle. Cave delivered a performance not unlike a fervent preacher might deliver Sunday Mass to a church full of Saturday night sinners. Of course, when Nick Cave gets up on the pulpit, the sermon is laced with profanity, stories about Lazarus and Leviticus, and the refusal to repent after confessing to a getting a hard-on, in the name of love. Now that’s the kind of preaching that would get even Cherrybomb herself to church. Cave masterfully worked his way through his new Bad Seed’s release, Dig!!! Lazarus, DIG!!! as well as plenty of vintage material like Stagger Lee, from 1996’s Murder Ballads, Get Ready for Love from 2004’s Abattoir Blues, and my personal show highlight, Hard on for Love from 1986’s Your Funeral…My Trial. (sorry folks, I was dreamin’ when I said Nick played Green Eyes, Nick will do that to you.)

If you don’t have tickets for tonight, as of this writing, there are still a few listed on Craig’s List.

If you do head out to SoDo tonight, I feel obligated to give you a heads up about the venue. More so, about some of the Security staff that work at Showbox SoDo, than the venue itself. It’s something I like to call:

What the fuck is up with the Security staff at The Showbox in SoDo…???

From the minute I stepped inside the venue both myself and my handsome companion were hassled by a bouncer at the door. And when I say hassled, I mean yelled at for not moving fast enough up the empty stairs, into the uncrowded lounge. Not once but twice. When someone yells at me to “KEEP MOVING” there better be a fucking fire. Or a crowd. There were neither. Anyway, about 30 minutes later, I met two foxy members of Team Cherrybomb at the door so I could give them their tickets. The same bouncer was now yelling at some 50-something guy about the bag he was carrying as if he was working for Homeland Security saying loudly, “if there is something in this bag that hurts me there is gonna be trouble.”, followed by the standard “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”. According to my foxy duo, this tirade kept the line to get in, outside for around 10 minutes. I’m telling you, this guy looked about as dangerous as a box of wet matches. He was soft-spoken and not at any time belligerent or combative.

The final blow of over-zealous-SoDo-security-terrorism came about six songs deep into Cave’s set. Cherrybomb’s Ace, The Mad Irish Man (who isn’t really angry, just mad. There’s a difference.), was bounced out for a “Code 3″ violation. A Code 3 equates “fighting” in the world of bouncing. Which was complete bullshit. The entire time, Irish was a couple of arm-lengths from me (and about 10 feet from the stage). He was rockin’ and swaying with a crowd of like-minded revelers, truly in the moment. Nobody was pushing, nobody was complaining and for sure, nobody was perpetrating a Code 3. There were no less than four bouncers to my left who were sharply hawking the group that my Irish friend was in. Then, suddenly, two of the LAPD officers in training, pushed their way into the crowd, grabbed Irish by the shirt and ejected him without a warning or explanation. Irish was later told about his supposed Code 3 by a friend of his who also works the door, which really made him pretty fucked-off about the whole situation. And rightfully so. Anyway, my recollection of the “situation” is crystal, as for a change I was remarkably sober last night. If you’re going to SoDo toinght my advice to you is, have a good time, but don’t have too much of a good time. Or you’ll be out on the street.

Hello Sandra, this is John McCain. How you doin’?

Click here to listen to John McCain’s voice mail to Sarah Palin. If you thought SNL was funny this weekend, this one takes McCain’s aversion to technology and facts to the next level.

Thanks to Dr. H, The Red Davey Kid and 23/6 for the “is this thing on?” linkage…

Nick Cave and PJ Harvey make singing about murder sexy.

Cherrybomb has often times wished she was PJ Harvey. This video is an example of one of those times. Speaking of Nick Cave, I’m off tonight to see the first of the two NC&TBS shows here in Seattle.

In honor of Nick being in Seattle, today’s Cherrybomb Daily Earwig is Henry Lee by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds with PJ Harvey. You can find Henry Lee it on Cave’s 1996 release, Murder Ballads. It’s an amazing collection of dark storytelling set to the ultimate musical backdrop.

Nick Cave turns 50 today.

Could there be better timing for this edition of Cherrybomb’s Birthday Brawl? I mean, with Nick Cave being in Seattle tomorrow and Cherrybomb being in Seattle all the time and all. Anyway, Nick Cave and Joan Jett both turn the big 50 today. So off we go. The Nick Cave vs. Joan Jett Birthday Brawl is on…

Worse Drug Story:

Don’t fall asleep Nick Cave, the cowboy from The Village People might eat you.

Cave: At one particular low point of his heroin addiction, Cave wrote lyrics with a bloody syringe while traveling on the London Underground. Later, Cave resorted to dealing heroin and was subsequently thrown out of his room in a shared apartment when it became a shooting gallery.

Joan Jett turns 50 today. Despite this news, Joan Jett is not grouchy. Yet.

Jett: Joan Jett has lived a pretty clean life when it comes to the likes of drugs and alcohol. Which is pretty remarkable given the history of The Runaways. The only thing I can say about Joan Jett (when it comes to this category) is that she’s grouchy. Really grouchy. I’ve seen Jett live a few times, and personally, I think she might benefit by some sort of recreational drug interjection. The last time I saw JJ, she spent the majority of the 60 minute set complaining about the sound and her band, often stopping songs mid-stream to complain into her mike. It’s the only show I’ve ever walked out of in my life. Grouchy!

Advantage: Cave. The only time I like grouches is when I’m stoned and they are talking to me from a trash can on TV.

Cooler Tattoo Homage:

Peaches Geldof’s tattooed homage to Nick Cave’s “Into My Arms”.

Bob Geldof’s hot-mess daughter, Peaches had the lyrics of Cave’s masterful love song, Into My Arms, tattooed on her back. Apparently, Peaches‘ then boyfriend, Faris Rotter of the UK band The Horrors, is a big Nick Cave fan. So much so, that Rotter has been accused of ripping on Cave’s unique sound. But that’s another story.

Joan Jett Autograph Tattoo. Hey, at least she’s wearing panties.

There are loads of people who get celebrity autographs tattooed on their bodies. In many cases, the ink-job  of your celebrity soulmate’s face comes before you get their accompanying autograph engraved on your thigh. We should all be thankful that Joan’s #1 fan, above, went with Jett’s John Hancock only. Although, Joan Jett looking at you while you’re going downtown might be sexy. If you’re a freak that is. You freak.

Advantage: Cave. I never want to see that Joan Jett tattoo again.

Better Former Paramour:

Nick and PJ enjoy a post-coital ciggy.

Cave: PJ Harvey
When Nick Cave recruited PJ Harvey to sing the duet, Henry Lee, on his Murder Ballads record, they eneded up getting it on. Which seems about right given Cave’s affinity for raven-haired, pale skinned chicks. Much to Cherrybomb’s chagrin.

Joan Jett and Carmen Electra are just friends. With benefits.

Jett: Carmen Electra
After Carmen Electra’s divorce from Dave Navarro in 2006, it’s rumored that she got busy Jett, her long-time friend.

Advantage: Jett. Even I’ve often wanted to be PJ Harvey, but I would totally do Carmen Electra. And so would you. Don’t lie. You’re probably doing something looking at this photo right now.

Better Hair: The Then and Now Edition:

Joan Jett and her Aqua Net special circa 1980ish.

Joan’s looking a little more like Lita Ford in the photo above. Which is why she probably cut her hair off in the first place.

Joan Jett now at the 2008 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony.

Joan’s back to black again after her recent stint as a blond. Her face looks as tight as her awesome abs these days. But I digress away from whatever it is on top of Joan Jett’s head in the photo above. Let’s just call it hair, shall we?

Nick Cave forgot to brush his hair. For like a year.

Nick Cave is always changing his hair. Whether it’s the hair on his face or his head.

Nick Cave at the MOJO Awards, 2008.

In the words of Warren Zevon, Nick’s hair is perfect.

Advantage: Cave.

Are you surprised that this Cherrybomb Birthday Brawl goes to Mr. No Pussy Blues, Nick Cave? Well, are you? Because I was totally expecting a Jett shut-out on this one. Anyway, grumpy jabs aside, I love Joan. I guess what it comes down to is this, just like a very good-looking friend of Cherrybomb, I was always more of a Lita girl. That and Nick Cave rules.

Who will be next in the Cherrybomb Birthday Brawl? Actually, I don’t know right now. I’m recovering from a nasty cold and I’m all hopped on Nyquil and coke. Which is really not as tasty as it sounds.

Buzzcocks, Ever Fallen in Love, 1978.

So if you read this blog, you know that I love to jaw about music and post random videos. Being random is fun. Anyway, in the random spirit of this blog, I thought I’d start something called Cherrybomb’s Daily Earwig. Whenever possible, I’ll post some sort of video. As long as you understand that you won’t get a Cherrybomb musical earwig everyday, we’ll get along just fine .

The Cherrybomb Daily Earwig for Friday, September 19th is the Buzzcocks, Ever Fallen in Love. Word is you might actually be able to see the Buzzcocks live next year.

Plasmatics Fan Club mailer, 1982.

Have you been asking yourself lately if someone you love has been brainwashed into submission? I know I have. Why? I’ll tell you. When I was driving down I-5 today I ended up behind a sweet little powder-blue, 1965 Mustang. Even in traffic, it’s always exciting to get close to any Mustang between the years of 1965 – 1973. The little number in front of me was also being driven by a chick, which, despite my initial pang of jealously, made me smile. Until I got close enough to see the two bumper stickers on her car. The first one had Dino Rossi’s name on it. The other one said that “life begins at conception”. Then there was the small white cowboy hat hanging from her rear view mirror. I loved that Mustang. I gave that Mustang the best 10 minutes of my life when I was stuck behind it today. I mean, what kind of person puts bumper stickers on a ‘69 Mustang?

Well, now you know.  And so do I.

Friday, September 19th:

The Maldives. Football not included.

The Maldives and Shim
The Tractor
Two of my favorite bands on one bill at what is easily, the greatest club in the City of Seattle. Come out and see what happens when twang and dry ice collide. Here’s a hint: what happens is completely awesome.

Gene’s Addiction might be Nair.

Gene’s Addiction and Supernaughty
El Corazon

Deftones
Venture Theater (California)

Ms. Led want you to wake up. I suggest you do what Ms. Led says. I know I always do.

Ms. Led, The Shondes
High Dive

Saturday, September 20th:

Texas Chainsaw Pumpkin Carving, Seattle style.

Fremont October Fest
Shim, Cancer Rising and Texas Chainsaw Pumpkin Carving
Easily the funnest and drunkest good time you will have all year.
Center of the Universe.

The DT’s
Slims Last Chance (Georgetown)

Lemmy.

Motorhead
Roseland Ballroom (New York)
On a sad note, Slim Jim Phantom broke his wrist in three places, causing Lemmy’s The Head Cat to cancel all their October gigs. Including the October 9th gig in Seattle at El Corazon.  Personally, I’d like to see this show re-booked at a bigger venue but, like you, I’ll take Lemmy anywhere and anyway I can get him.

Lesbian
The Comet

A Flock of Seagulls

A Flock of Seagulls
Morongo Casino Resort and Spa (Cabazon, CA)
I got thrown out of a Flock of Seagulls show once. Did I tell you that already? No? Really? That’s weird. That’s usually the first thing I tell people. Anyway, everything happens for a reason. Especially when it comes to A Flock of Seagulls. Whatever that means.

The Meat Purveyors.

The Meat Purveyors
The Tractor
According to a very good looking friend of Cherrybomb, seeing the bluegrass loving Meat Purveyors is always a drunken good time.

Looking Ahead:

Jodie Watts outside the Vogue. Photo by Anna Knowlden.

80’s Cover Night with Ms. Led, Jodie Watts and so much MORE…
The Sunset
On Thursday, September 25th, Seattle band Jodie Watts will play their first gig in three years. Jodie Watts was the first local band I saw after moving to Seattle in 1999. The show was at The Sit ‘n’ Spin and the bartender turned out to be an old friend. I can’t tell you how much that show warmed my cold, East Coast rock ‘n’ roll heart. Almost 10 years later, that night still ranks high up on Cherrybomb’s “good time” list. And, since I love to have a good time, it just makes sense that you should be at The Sunset on Thursday, September 25th.

Monotonix gets stuck looking for Ceiling Cat

Monotonix will be at The Comet Tavern on Satuday, September 27th. Did you get shut-out of Monotonix’s show at Bumbershoot earlier this month? The Comet is mosh-friendly. Trust me.

The Saturday Knights.

The Saturday Knights are at Neumo’s on Thursday October 16th. Just like their last record, TSK’s new record is really, really good.

So there you have it. This week’s Get The Fuck Out is, well, out. And you should be too.

Closet Rock Fans for Obama. What? Was Paul Stanley too busy to pose for a photo?

Democratic Stuff.com has got just about every type of Obama supporter covered with their Obama button collection. The collection features over 100 buttons, each with personality types to match your own. Are you a Closet Rock Star like Condi? Democratic Stuff has an Obama button for you. Even if you’re a Republican.

Emo for Obama. Yup, that’s about right.

This Emo Obama button makes me want to listen to Joy Division. Hopefully wearing it won’t make me too apathetic and depressed to vote on November 4th.

Hipsters for Obama. For now anyway…

Man, I see these same three guys at every show I go to. Except the Metal shows. Which reminds me that I need to go to more Metal shows. Anyway, everyone knows that hipsters vote because voting makes you look better in your skinny jeans.

The Dude for Obama.

The Dude abides. By Obama that is.

For more cool Democratic Stuff, visit Democratic Stuff.com.

Ted Nugent wants you to know that he killed this American flag himself before making it into a shirt.

Ted Nugent said that he sent his girl, Sarah Palin, an advance copy of his new book, “Ted, White & Blue: The Nugent Manifesto”. Nugent says the book, due out early next month is an honest look at his life and views on the world. Like this Nuge-Nugget:

The amazing quality American Dream that is my life is available to anyone willing to fight for rugged individualism. Doing the right thing is ridiculously easy and always much more satisfying.

I think what Ted means here is that being willing to live in the woods, kill your own food and shit in a hole, is not only ridiculously easy, it is also the American Dream. But wait, the talking-points for Ted, White and Blue are even more inspiring. According to Ted, simply by reading Ted, White and Blue you will discover the following things you never thought you wanted to know:

Why war is the answer to so many of our current problems
Why, if Ted were a Mexican, he’d start a revolution
How to change the world for the better through the power of God, guns and rock ‘n’ roll

Ted Nugent. Native American headdress, check. Confederate flag shirt with arms cut off, check. Automatic machine gun, check. Looking like the next White House Chief of Staff? Priceless.

What? No talking-point about birthin’ babies on a pile of bibles? Anyway, I know this isn’t really news that  Ted Nugent in enamored by the idea of Sarah Palin being our next VP. I really just wanted to have a reason to print the love-letter to Sarah Palin that accompanied Nugent’s fascist book of tripe. It’s pretty much the most un-rock ‘n’ roll thing I’ve ever read. Which makes sense since, like Sammy Hagar, Ted Nugent is a fucking tool:

Dear Governor Palin,

Please accept this copy of my new book, “Ted, White & Blue: The Nugent Manifesto” for you and your family. As a proud fellow American hunter, fisherman and lover of Alaska’s soul cleansing magnificent Spirit of the Wild, we who live our American Dream by God, truth, logic, goodwill and decency, thank you for bringing such defiant common sense and self evident truth back to the GOP and politics. We wish you Godspeed for the best hunting and fishing season of your life and pray to God almighty that you bring your bold spirit to the White House.

Godbless, XOXO,

American BloodBrothers, Ted Nugent and family

Okay, Ted didn’t put the XOXO in there but you know he wanted to.

Sammy Hearts Johnny. Yo, Johnny. My eyes are up here. Image by Cherrybombed. For LP and Surly.

When Van Halen requested presidential candidate John McCain stop using their 1991 hit “Right Now” during his campaign stops, it seems the band (thankfully) neglected to ask Sammy Hagar his opinion. In a recent interview, Sammy said he got a call from Eddie Van Halen shortly after VH told the aging Senator to stop using their music without their consent. At least Sammy is pretty sure it was Eddie that called him:

I got a message on my cell phone and it was Eddie’s voice. He goes, ‘Sam? This don’t sound like you. I got the wrong number.’ And he hangs up! So I hit redial. He didn’t answer, but I left a message: ‘Ed, it’s me. If you would like to talk about the ‘Right Now’ situation I’d love to speak to you about it.”

It sounds like poor Eddie’s voice might be drunk-dialing again. Anyway, Sammy went on to say that he didn’t mind that the G.O.P was using Right Now, a song he penned to music Eddie composed. Hagar also said that he was offended when Van Halen agreed to let Right Now be used in Pepsi ads. Which makes sense since Sammy Hagar is a tool. Eventually, Sammy was asked how he would be voting in the upcoming election. Not surprisingly, that’s when Sammy decided to stop having diarrhea of the mouth for once in his life:

I’m keeping my presidential choice private. I vote for the man, not the party.”

Which, by the powers of my dedruncktion means Sammy, is voting for McCain. Yee-Haw.

Thanks to the awesome Metal powers of Blabbermouth for the link.

Mickey Rourke does his best “Happy Birthday to Me”…

Mickey Rourke turns 52 today amid rising Oscar buzz for his role in Darren Aronofsky’s new film, Wrestler.

Thanks to AFJ for reminding me not to forget such as auspicious event. Let’s all celebrate by getting cheek implants (your choice, ass or face), getting drunk at a Miami gay bar and then drunk-driving home on our Vespas. Except this time, let’s not get arrested. Jail is such a buzz-kill.

Alex Pardee is Treeple…TREEPLE!

More fun stuff from creative madman, Alex Pardee. Check out the vid above for Pardee’s self-proclaimed awesome secret project called Treeple. And yes, that is Pardee himself at the beginning this sorta creepy, totally campy trailer. Now, in addition to lumberjack type serial killers, I can add trees to the list of things running amok in the woods trying to kill me.

If you’re in Boston this weekend (and I know some of you are), check out Pardee live-painting outside at Underground Snowboards at 2:00 on Saturday, September 20th. It’s part of a three city, live-painting tour with fellow artists, Sam Flores and N8 Van Dyke.

10 Tans for $35,000. Some restrictions apply. No longer honoring earmarks due to non-paying bidders. Do not bid unless you intend to pay. I will leave negative feedback with your employer.

Gently used tanning bed. Some earmarks. Please see my other auctions. Local pick-up only.

I don’t know what to say here. Should I be angry about the fact that Palin, as Governor of Alaska, can afford 35,000 for a tanning bed or, that Alaskans pay Sarah Palin’s salary. Which means that, theoretically, Alaskan taxpayer money paid for her tanning bed. Who the fuck buys a tanning bed anyway? George Hamilton maybe. Okay, George Hamilton probably requires a tanning bed to live. Luckily, George’s tanning bed doubles as his actual bed making him a true Hollywood vampire. Oh wait…where was I. Oh, yeah…

Really fucking dumbfounded. That’s it.