Early Graves: Manifest Blasphemy II Star Date: Sometime in Late Jun/Early July

Okay. So I lied about updating this thing everyday.

Apparently 3 hours of sleep a day and drinking half liters of Jameson doesn't help with everything.

(Cool Jesus chillin out after the resurrection)

However, here's the rundown of what we got:

Albuquerque,NM / Winnings Coffeeshop:

Arrived at winnings coffeeshop to play a show with Dead Hours and Distances (pictured below)

Dead Hours was awesome.

Terrible mid 90's moshcore ala integrity/disembodied that was so budge it was tight.

Some things come full circle ya know?

It's like, "If I have car that has no wheels on it and has no seats in it but instead has a bunch of milk crates and weed pipes and plays Slayer on every radio station, is that necessarily a bad thing?"

I would have to say "No. Actually This is the greatest thing the world has ever seen."

I now have a Dead Hours shirt which I will wear like a poncho because they only had XL.

We got drunk. We played.

Two tight homeless dudes came up to us after and told us they wanted to play guitar in our band. They then proceeded to pantomine playing guitar which only showed us that they definitely did not know how to play guitar.

We went over to Tyrone from Dead Hours house and hung out with a couple of our friends from the area. These lovely ladies smoked a bunch of weed, pounded beers, shook their butts to 2pac and ended up puking in front of their car before hopping in it and speeding away.

I could only stand there with my hat in my hand and whisper in an English accent "I am merely but a poor merchant, who has little to give to thee save for my love and this french broach that has been passed down to my mother from her mother...but my dears...marry me...marry me..."

We were about to go to bed but then this band from Seattle called something like Gord of Ox or Ox's Gord came and chilled.

Hella nice people who shared beers and cigs and talked about music and all these other things.

Unfortunately they brought over two crappy people who were all drunk, who then called us "assholes", shook their butts at us and then proceeded to have sex with furniture and each other in another part of the house like crappy animals from lord of the rings.

I never understood people who would think that a group of strangers would give any kind of shit, flying or otherwise, what you would have to say about anything, especially being so drunk you could barely form sentences let alone talk about philosophical questions you have no business pondering in the first place.

I later found one of their brains in a trash can and the other in a toilet.

I put my cigs out on both of em.

We left early the next day and got to go look for UFOs which was tight.

EL PASO TX / Zen Meister Bar:

What's up with strip malls and why the fuck are they everywhere with the same people hanging outside wearing "It's 4:19. Got a minute?" Fuck a hacky sack.

(Where all the stripmall CEO's in the world live in their minds)

I dont' know why no one has spinkicked the stripmall CEO dude in his dumb head but that needs to be on the ballot along with legalizing weed but at the same time banning high times magazine.

We showed up to the Zen Meister bar and from the look of it, the bands who were playing were hella METAL.

(Zen Meister's Bar)

Gauntlets, band shirts I have never seen nor could possibly read, people wearing all sorts of varied necklaces of upside down crosses and pentagrams.

And I'm not even talking about the band members necessarily.

There was a thirteen year old girl wearing a bathory shirt and looked like she was dead. I don't know where their parents get off being tight like that and takin their daughter to metal shows but poseiden bless them.

We played. Got drunk.

Found out that someone from Pissing Razors does sound there.

Haven't heard that band's name in like 12 years and when I thought of it the only thing I could imagine was a giant turd Mt. Everest.

We later bucked out to dallas.

DALLAS, TX / Reno's Chop Shop:

We arrived to Dallas and stayed at John's(The Funeral Pyre) sister's house and chilled so heavily that being in a coma would have been more lively.

(People's sons and significant others)

As soon as night came, we went over to the venue and there were like 200 bikers and their biker babes chillin outside.

I guess they were family bikers with their families.

Pretty cool.

Luckily no confederate bullshit or biker gang trippin.

So yes Texas, even though your state is ultra ultra trippin, I called a truce that day...DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO PULL OUT MY AK, TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY.

Hung out with some old friends that we haven't seen in years.

Talked about how tight it would be to live in a cabin in a woods and also talked about having to shit in the woods and bury it with your own hands is mad trippin.

Also is this Robert E. Lee?

I punched him in his mouth just in case.

Played. Jumped around. Got drunk.

Headed off to San Antonio.

SAN ANTONIO, TX / ZOMBIE'S BAR:

Showed up to a bar with a bunch of dead clowns and zombie's painted on the wall.

Hella used cd's like mouthpiece and suicide note and dead and gone. Also some budget shirts that said stuff about blow jobs and how people couldn't hear other people because their heads were up their butts or somethin.

Saw this band called Aggravator who were basically teens playing a punk outed possessed with Slayer and DRI mixed.

Talking in death metal voices and having songs called "Rip you up" and "Deathtoll".

Later on we told them to not drink and drive and the singer told us "I don't drink and drive. I DRIVE WHEN I DRINK" and then proceeded to do death metal growls and hump the P.A.'s and threw his metal horns all the while.

That band pretty much made my night.

(Singer of Aggravor being an orange guy with our drummer Dan)

We Played. Got ultra ultra hammered.

Talked to a dude who was hella into the show but was leaving in the next couple days for the marines.

Kinda got bummed for him.

I told him that while I do have a problem with U.S. imperialistic/nationalistic military policy, I have no problem with the poor working class trying to make a better life for themselves and have always backed the poor who the military heavily relies on to fill their ranks.

I come from a military family and wholly understand what that entails.

As far left as I lean or how many anarchistic tendencies I do have, I've never believed in humans to do the right thing and help one another and not divide everything into nation-state bullshit, often fighting for some so called patriotism when all that ever really happens is the poor fighting against each other to make those in control that much richer.

Humans just have never had it in them to do the right thing.

Take the parable of the Good Samaritan.

While shrouded in myth and all the outdated bullshit that is the whole of the bible, it still states the basic premise that most humans do not bother to help one another if it's an inconvenience.

I think it would be much closer to reality to rewrite the parable where no one helped the robbed and beaten man by the side of the road and he died and the three men who passed him, never had a second thought about it.

But yeah I basically just told him to come back safe, get that money, try your best not to kill anyone and start a cool life full of beer and records and black flag tattoos.

On a tight note we got some pictures with him and got really drunk.