Showing posts with label Disembodied. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Disembodied. Show all posts

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Someone Was Buying the Albums, Buying the Tickets, Buying the Shirts

No one ever admits to liking them.


They played a lot of shows.

A long career. For hardcore.

A release in 2000?

I've owned things. I've seen a few shows.

Nobody admitted to liking them then.

Nobody admits to liking them now.

Their staying power is impressive. Was impressive. A band that seemed to be a punchline. Continues to be a punchline.

As recently as May 2008.

"Sam. Will I regret buying a Brother's Keeper disc from Trustkill?"

"Yes. They are bad."

Are they bad? They vocals throw people off. Turn people off. Yet. There are flashes of quality.

The style. Musically. Mid-nineties. Not for everyone. It is the vocals though.

People cannot get past the vocals. People I know.

There are people who must. People who do. People who adore their output. Admire. Or at least purchase it. Purchased.

They lasted. Continuum indeed.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Cheating God

I never had a lot to say during confession.

The card was key. For my lines. When it wasn't there. I was lost.

My sins were minor. I'd use the same ones.

Cursing. Fighting with my parents. Lying.

Sometimes I would reverse the order.

Penance. I never remembered any prayers. If I had. I still wouldn't have said them.

Give myself a few minutes. Get up. Go home.

My last confession. Before my brother's Confirmation.

That was my last Mass. Outside of weddings and funeral.

Disembodied - The Confession. Acquired online. Possibly Coregasm.

[Image via www.jesus-is-savior.com]

Saturday, April 5, 2008

The Hair The Pants

Adeet listened to them. He may have introduced me to them.

He loved Minneapolis hardcore. Harvest. Threadbare. Disembodied.

Disembodied - Heretic. On Sale from Very Distribution. For Tom.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Black Jeans and V-Neck Tees

It was around the time I decided to size down my wardrobe.

Baggy, large and x-large. Made way for fitting, small, x-small.

I was working at the Gap.

I stood outside of the show. Disembodied.

Smoking cigarettes. Black, Easy Fit Gap jeans. Extra small, white, v-neck t-shirt.

I couldn't tell you what shoes completed the ensemble.

I don't think I want to know.

Disembodied - Existence In Suicide
. I believe I found this on Coregasm a couple of years ago. For Tom.

[Image via www.gap.com]