There's no presents, not this christmas.

The first two songs from our set on the 14th:

From left field: You're Dead!

I wonder if S.O.D. is going to record The Ballad of Kevin DuBrow now...

I'm a b-boy, standin' in my b-boy stance.

As was alluded to previously, the show was nothing short of awesome. The turn out was good, the crowd was nice and rowdy without being too much so, and we played excellently. We definitely went out with a bang. I'm proud of that.

We saw a lot of old friends and fans there, many of whom we haven't seen for a couple years. We saw two people who were at the same club five years previous, when we played our first show ever. A couple of our buddies from one of the bands we've played with a few times drove halfway across Ohio to see us one last time. It all really meant a lot to us.

We had some people come up and do impromptu gang vocals during a couple of our songs, and at the end of our set, Jay through his guitar (which we'd all signed) into the crowd.

We should have some video from the set sometime in the near future, but until then, we have pictures. A lot of them. I'm too lazy to put all seventy six of them here, so until then have a Flickr stream.

Here are a few pics, because i'm a dirty tease like that:

Say it like Comic Book Guy

Best. Night. Ever.

Suicidal Tendencies: "You Can't Bring Me Down"

Tonight is our last show. People keep asking me if I'm bummed out about the band breaking up. The answer is, no i'm not. At least not yet, because it isn't over. We still have a show to do. Come tomorrow, will i be bummed? Probably, but tonight is not tomorrow.

To be honest, I have no regrets when it comes to Shotgun Sodomy. We had a good run (just a hair under five years), we've written what I can say without ego or exaggeration has been the best music i've ever had a chance to write, we've made a lot of friends and met some awesome people, we've opened for international bands, played a few dates on a national tour, and never once compromised our ideals in the process. All in all, i'm proud of what we've done.

I have no fear of doing a bad show. We know the material well enough, and we work well enough together, that the set being bad doesn't even enter into my mind. What I worry about is doing a set that is just "good". This is the first band I've ever been in that had the chance to do one final show, and the same goes for the rest of the guys, and I want us to go down swinging.

No, fuck that. I want us do go out guns blazing. I want tonight to be the musical equivalent of the final shootout from The Wild Bunch. We won't be around tomorrow morning, but you're going to know we were here.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some ass to kick.

Repent by you and trust to figure out

It's a slow work day. I'm bored. Ask me stuff!

On rare occasions, i'm rendered speechless.

In case you aren't properly mad at the world, check this out.

I like to think I'm not a truly hateful person. Angry, yes. Even bitter and spiteful at times, but not hateful. However, should the Westboro Baptist Church befall a tragedy of apocalyptic proportions, and the remains of its parishioners defiled by irradiated baboons, I don't think I'd lose any sleep.

Hell, i may even dance a jig. A soft-shoe, even.