I Resist

So this past Friday, I had the honorable pleasure of getting head-butted in the face. While watching Rough Francis at 242 Main, a rather annoying kid next to me was moshing in a very violent and disrespectful manner, when suddenly he thrust forward and knocked this kid over in front of me. The kid who got knocked over, turned around stared me straight in the eye and then proceeded to knock his head right into my face. I wouldn't say it was a very rewarding experience, considering I didn't even touch the fucker. So my friends Mikey X and Connor who saw what happened, immediately approached the kid and told him to get the fuck out. He tried to say he was sorry to me, but I just flipped him off. I was actually more depressed that a fellow human being would go to such lengths, simply because they were knocked over. I mean, it was a punk show. Stuff is bound to happen. Hell, I've been hurled into a stack of drum equipment before, but it was a complete accident. So if this kid was accidentally knocked over, would he still turn around and commit intentional violence towards someone? I just think thats so fucked up. I hope I never see that kid again. There's no place for violence or intimidation in hardcore. The whole incident was depressing to me, that I went home and probably cried for an hour straight. It sucked. I eventually moshed to the new Gaining Ground 7" though in my room, so I felt better.

So things get worse. I wake up on Saturday morning and hope on to the good and wholesome social networking site called Myspace and learn that the hardcore community has lost a monumental and wonderful individual. There was a bulletin post from Ryan in Outbreak, where he explained that him and his buddies over at Think Fast! Records wanted to sign Last Lights. He ended the post by saying that unfortunately their singer Dominic Mallory had tragically passed away only 48 hours after talking to the band about setting a deal with the label. Apparently Dominic suffered a hemorrhage during a performance that eventually spread to his brain and killed him. My fucking jaw dropped when I saw this. Last Lights had just performed at 242 Main back in September with Defeater and I Rise. I remember Dominic, even though we weren't friends. Bruce and I were standing off to the side of the stage, when the singer leaped off the stage grabbed my shirt and yelled a few lines in my face. I was ecstatic, needless to say. He poured every ounce of energy he had into his performance and lived the hardcore life everyday. I was so impressed with their performance, that after buying their 7" I did a review of it on this blog. It's still on here. You should read it.

So if you haven't heard Last Lights and the cathartic vocals of Dominic Mallory, please visit them at: http://www.myspace.com/lastlights.

There's also a 7" compilation called "Mass. vs. Cali," that features awesome bands like The Effort and Rotting Out. All of the proceeds from the record will go to Dominic's family. Go pick one up at:
http://heartinhandrex.bigcartel.com.

So did anything good happen this weekend? Thankfully, yes. On Sunday, Weight of the World went to Madcow Productions in Essex Junction, VT, to begin work on four brand new songs. I'm happy to say that we completed all the music for all four songs. Bruce and Nick did all the drum and guitar tracks in 5 hours. Most of that time, however, was Nick doing his overdubs. You know how guitarists are, they got to be all fancy and show off! Haha. I pretty much sat around all day, until it was time for me to do the bass and then I tracked all the parts in under 40 minutes. It was a piece of cake. We'll be going back in this coming Saturday to do the vocals, with Connor who has just recently come on board. He's got a lot of energy and he's pretty pissed off, so it should be sweet. Anyways, even just the basic unmixed music is pretty fucking awesome. It sounds so crisp, clear and heavy. We'll be slapping these four songs on some delicious vinyl goodness hopefully by sometime in January. We also got a show on Saturday night at 7 PM. Apparently we're playing at a purple pokka-dotted house at the top of Colchester Ave across from Fletcher Allen Hospital. Nobody seems to know the exact address. Oh well.

And seriously, nobody left comments on the No Love Lost review? You're missing out if you didn't check them out!