Thursday, July 31, 2008

Diplo rips me off again.

Man, this really stinks. I have been noticing some people ripping my artwork off lately.... well, at least my black metal style collage stuff.... and it's really ticking me off.

The first one I noticed was the label for Hollertronix #8. They took the cover of Welcome To Hell and changed the Venom logo to say 'Holler'. Who cares, really? Well...



...I talked to my friend Omar from San Francisco about this very topic. He told me that he had recently DJed with Diplo. Diplo handed Omar a sticker of the Hollertronix #8 label. Omar asked him, "Hey, have you ever heard of Booty Bassment or the Basstanic Group? Have you seen their artwork?" Diplo responded with a terse, "Yeah. It's cool," but came off like, "Why the fuck are you asking me that?"

The next offense was offered by San Diego's own Transport, hosted by Gabe Vega and Saul Q. (who is really super cool, and in no way indicted in this trial).



Not long after that, I saw this record by Bobmo.... I don't know.... some electro bullshit. But they used a fake Darkthrone logo on it. WTF, bro...



Then, I saw some pictures of Diplo wearing some death metal shirts and like hanging out in cool places. In one he's wearing a Sepultura shirt and standing in front of The Kremlin. Again, I say meh.... close but no cigar, chump.

(I couldn't find the Kremlin pic, so here's another one... in front of a cool wall).



Today, I logged on to www.myspace.com and I saw this goddamned piece of shit flier on the Mad decent page:



In my humble opinion, the boy is stealing my shit. Am I tripping? He used the fucking Mayhem logo, and pentagrams, and all that. I'm not having it. So, I wrote our friend Dipshit, I mean Diplo a letter:


Let me start this by saying that I respect you as an artist and I like your music and I even play it sometimes at my events. I am writing you this email though, because I have a problem with your recent Mad Decent promotional materials.

I saw the Venom rip-off, I saw the Bathory t-shirt, and etc.... but this Mayhem/Death flier has just gotten me to the tipping point. Granted, I don't do the changing-up-the-logo thing, but really.... I have been doing black metal influenced artwork for my club events for 5 years now, and no one cared until that stupid True Norwegian Black Metal book came out on Vice. Now everywhere I look people are chomping and biting.

I have spent an inconceivable amount of hours at the xerox machine and the computer making this artwork for my clubs. I do not, and have never hired anyone to make a single piece of art for me, and I am proud to say that. The only reason I even feel comfortable using these images of black metal dudes is because I really love the music. If it was something I wasn't totally into, I would have forgotten about it a long time ago. I do an exclusively black metal radio show called WAR GOAT RADIO on a pirate station in San Francisco and I have a black metal band with my brother out of San Diego. I am not telling you this to brag; I merely wish to point out to you that I am a true fan, and although my images are always rendered with my tongue firmly in cheek, I still have utmost love and respect for the genre and it practitioners.

Do you love black metal? I guess it doesn't really matter in the scope of things, but this flier makes me wonder if creativity and originality are words that mean anything to you. These images that I have created for Booty Bassment are it's identity, and you are blatantly stealing it. I do not appreciate this at all.

The problem for me is that you are in the public eye much more than I am, and therefor according to those who do not know who I am, it is now your identity. If it were just a random flier or something, I would not care. But being that I am seeing more and more of these images from you, I felt this letter was necessary. The fliers I make mean a lot to me, and I think if you look at them you will see that.

Sincerely,

Dimitri Dickinson

P.S. I left a bit of a rude comment on the Mayhem flier before I wrote this email. I was shocked and angry, so please excuse my insult, if any was taken.


I will let you all know if I get a response, but I'm not expecting one.

NXNP and Free Floating Aggression



This Saturday is gonna be masterful. You see, there's this dumb North X North Park thing going on.... but real quick, why does everyone have to rip other people's ideas off?

That does it. I am officially starting the Things That Are Pissing Me Off (also known as The Free Floating Aggression) section of my blog with this.

Why do people always steal everyone else's ideas instead of coming up with their own? Like _____aplooza. Have you seen this? All these idiots have decided that all you have to do when you are having some sort of event is to take a word and splice it with the last part of the Lollapalooza name, and everything will be fine. No, everything is not fine, butthole, especially when you do that. I don't want to go to Crabapalooza at Red Lobster, I don't want to go to Horseapalooza at the Del Mar Race Track, and I don't want to go to Faggypalooza at Balboa Park. How about my Fistapalooza in your Faceapalooza?

ALSO- no more fucking GOT MILK stickers! When, oh when will this bullshit cease? I mean I have seen everything: Got Sand? Got Dirt? Got Aloha? Got (picture of Calvin pissing on the Chevrolet symbol)? Why would I have sand? I ask you this.

I want to make one that says 'Got Creativity? No, obviously you don't, because you keep using this tired goddamn catch phrase that MILK doesn't even use anymore because it doesn't have to because every goddamned idiot in this god forsaken country uses it for their stupid little failing company's bumper sticker so every time I see it I think of MILK.' It'll cover my whole fucking window.

The solution to this problem is the same as the former: Got Fist In Your Face?

So anyway, this Saturday is gonna be fuckin sweet, bro. There's gonna be beer and bitches and some fuckin-A sweet ass killer bands. Yes, it's called North (by) North Park, just like SXSW. Yes, that is dumb. No, it doesn't make any sense because South by Southwest is referring to the position of Texas on the map, and North by North Park.... bro, it's just gonna be sweet-ass, bro. Alright?

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

My first concert or Metallican't

I know it's old news, but Metallica sucks. Now, I mean. Coincidentally, I was in attendance at the moment when it all started to go downhill for them. And to add to the coincidence, it was my very first concert.

This was the tour supporting their new record, "The Black Album", which was the stumbling block from which they fell flat on their faces. Some argue that ...And Justice For All was the one, but I enjoyed that album then, and I still like it now. Some of my best memories of Jr. High are connected to that record. Like when my best friend Reza and I first got the cd, we took it into his older brother's bedroom to listen to it because he not only had a killer sound system in there, but his room looked like it belonged in a Sharper Image catalogue. So cool. He had a fricking fake brick wall and a fire hydrant in there. So we put the cd in, turned off the lights, and laid down on the floor so we could listen to the new Metallica and watch the laser light machine he had interpret the music for us.

Anyway, the Black Album had just come out (this is 1992), and me and my friend Jason Bowden decided to get tickets for the show at the Sports Arena. Jason ended up selling his ticket to a friend, Tobi Nathaniel. So I walked in the Sports Arena by myself and nervously found my seat and waited, anxious to see the world's best band.

Metallica came on and ruled hard, of course, except for one thing which I will never forget: Kirk Hammett, at the end of a lengthy solo, took his guitar off and played it with his butt. I don't specifically remember how I felt about this at the time, but my entire adult life I have known in my heart that this was the reason that Metallica now sucks so many donkey dicks. Well, that and Kirk cutting his hair, James going in and out of rehab, Lars thinking that they were the best band in the world, and the band as a whole going on a fricking inquisition to stop people from downloading their music (including actually suing their own fans for it).

I guess the first thing that went wrong for Metallica was losing their original bassist, Cliff Burton. This had a irreversible effect on the band that was not for the good. Poor Jason Newsted; he really had some big shoes to fill. In the end, Jason left the band for Voivod, explaining that Metallica had become something that they had all been in reaction against in earlier years. Good man.

The next offense was trying to cross over to a more pop sound. This was just the coup de grace for them. I didn't get into Metallica until right around when ...And Justice came out, so really the first time I realized they were starting to suck was when Kirk strummed his guitar with his butthole.

Anyway, I was telling my friend Melissa about this very story, and I remembered that that concert I was at was taped for a video release. So I took my ass to Youtube, and sure enough, the very Kirk Hammett solo was there. It is pretty long and the guitar-playing-butt isn't until the very end, but I suggest you watch.



Here is Metallica's setlist for the show that night:

1. Enter Sandman
2. Creeping Death
3. Harvester Of Sorrow
4. Welcome Home (Sanitarium)
5. Sad But True
6. Wherever I May Roam
7. Bass Solo
8. Through The Never
9. The Unforgiven
10. Justice Medley
11. Eye Of The Beholder
12. Blackened
13. The Frayed Ends Of Sanity
14. ...And Justice For All
15. Drum Solo
16. Guitar Solo (no! OH NOOOOOO! argh.....)
17. The Four Horsemen
18. For Whom The Bell Tolls
19. Fade To Black
20. Whiplash
21. Master Of Puppets
22. Seek And Destroy
23. One
24. Last Caress
25. Am I Evil?
26. Battery
27. Stone Cold Crazy

Thursday, July 24, 2008

I don't even know what to title this one.

Last week I was driving with my friend and we were listening to the Dave, Shelley, and Chainsaw Show on KGB (that's on the FM dial). For those who don't know, it is a long running radio talk show in San Diego. Pretty funny stuff, but questionable politics. Anyway, it made me think of a funny story.

About three years ago, I was working for this car service... you know, I wear a suit, and drive rich folk around so they can get wasted. One of our dispatchers was this girl named Emily who is a producer on the D.S.C. (The Dave, Shelly, and Chainsaw Show), and can be frequently heard on the show. At the time, Shelly from the D.S.C. was using us to get around to parties and shit. So I had to pick Shelly and her husband up from this party at Dave's house. You know, Dave... also from the show. He owns this big place in Poway.

So, I ring the doorbell and they tell me to come in and hang out because they weren't ready to leave yet. They tell me to make myself comfortable and have some food. I am feeling slightly uncomfortable because I am -

A. Overdressed
B. Unfamiliar with these people
and
C. Sober

I see Emily and some other people over by the chocolate fountain, so I join them. I have a couple strawberries dipped in chocolate and Emily begins to tell us that she had recently made a visit to the throat doctor to get her tonsils checked out. They were hurting. The doctor looks at them and says, "You have bruises on your palate. Have you been partaking in some extreme oral sex techniques?" We all started laughing and Shelly turns to me and asks if I was the one bruising Emily's palate. My embarassment reached new levels at that moment. But it gets worse.

Emily says, "Watch this," and picks up a marshmallow and a skewer. She inserts the marshmallow into her mouth and pushes it all the way back into her throat. She fucking deep-throated a marshmallow. Then when she pulled the marshmallow out of her mouth, it was covered in chocolate. It was so disgusting.

I was embarrassed and confused by her antics and wondered if she was trying to hit on me or if she was just in a black out. Even then I couldn't tell she wanted this. What the heck, man.

Anyway, here is a picture of Emily.... she is the one on the left.

Monday, July 14, 2008

CUTE ATTACK

I dunno, you guys.... I kinda feel like I forgot to grow a pair today. I'm talking about huevos here. Well, here's the thing: I saw WALL-E last night, and the shit was damn good. I mean, it was just about as cute as a goddamn fuzzy bunny, fer chrissakes. I won't ruin the plot or anything, but let's just say that it wasn't your average cartoon. It was clever, funny, well animated, and even had a good message. Let's not forget that "C-word". And, how is it possible that I can have sentimental feelings for a robot and his pet cockroach? I ask you this.

Also, they had a short before the main feature... it was called like... Presto, or some such shit. That shit was funny as HELL. I am just saying, go watch this dang movie. It's worth it. Just prepare to be bowled over by a tidal wave of cuteness.

In other news, I finally received my Furze - Necromanzee Cogent l.p. in the mail today. I now own all the Furze l.p.'s., two seven inches, and the ten inch. I am so proud of my self. Now I only have to track down the Necromanzee demo (1998), the Zaredoo demo (1998), the Trident Black Metal Feast demo (1999), the Leizla demo (2000), the Necrosaint Black Metal Progressor demo (2001), and The Wild Black Henbane demo (2005). Jeez-Lou-fucking-Weez. I need to take up bird watching or something.

The weekly run-down





This Thursday I'll be back in San Francisco to bring the motherfucking ruckus on your eardrums with all your favorite shitty hits. The Worst Music Ever is the best night ever. A special respect goes out to our fucking doggmaster Jamie Jams for always repping us so hard and dropping the name in his SF Weekly interview (which I seem to not be able to find at the moment, but here's a review of his awesome 90's tribute night, Debaser).

Incidentally, there is a photo of Manjari in this article, looking ravishing as always.

For those fools that aren't scared, Booty Bassment is Saturday. Get over yourself and make an appearance. You might be able to hump a leg or two.

Alsooooooooo.... Ryan and I are DJing at Casanova on Valencia for Sunday happy hour. Come listen to our favorites, not just our club selections.

Cool.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Chakora

Chakora is a blog written by my old friend Brian Frank, also known as Bhagavan Das, who I met about 12 years ago while he was living in the Hare Krishna temple in Pacific Beach, San Diego.

I used to go and eat at the temple every week because they served really great vegan prasadam. Anyway, this guy would be selling the Bhagavad Gita out on the streets in full Krishna monk garb, but he would also be wearing some raver stacked shoes and a feather boa or some shit. Dude was crazy and awesome. He now lives and works in New York City, and the mania is alive and well. Read all about it here.

A side note; he is also the one who introduced me to black metal. So that's that.

Black Metal has been officially B.F.ed (that means butt fucked)


I don't know.... I mean, I use corpsepainted black metal dudes in my stupid Booty Bassment fliers... for some reason I feel like it's different than this bullshit I'm about to show you.

Some fashion designer named Alexandre Herchcovitch used fully corpsepainted runway models for his Spring/Summer 2008 men's line. This sucks so many sweaty-hot-wieners. A video of this cocker spaniel shit can be seen here.

It's just obvious this fruity fucking shitbird got ahold of the True Norwegian Black Metal book (which has just been released through Vice Books... bad news) and just took a big old bite. Oh, you are so on the edge, you fuckhead. I know you don't listen to Nargaroth!

Please tell me if I am tripping on some double standard shit. I am feeling like I need to change my design style or something. Ugh...

Monday, July 7, 2008

Fug

Some of you may have heard the news that my partner in the San Diego chapter of Booty Bassment and I have decided to part ways. I will continue to host BB without Ikah, but I wanted to post this mix that he and I made about four years ago. It's pretty cool.

Booty Bassment DJs (Dimitri & Ikah) - BBSD 2 Year Anniversary Mix(2004)

Sunday, July 6, 2008

My attempt at consistency

I heard an interview on NPR last week with a man who had recorded a sixty second piece of music everyday for one year straight. I was very impressed by his achievement, if not for the quality of the music, but for his dedication. So I decided to try my own hand at this idea: sixty sixty second songs in sixty days.

These compositions, along with others by Melissa Meyer and Chris Stamm may be found here.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

A day late and a dollar short



IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. — Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. — And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.

— John Hancock

New Hampshire:
Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton

Massachusetts:
John Hancock, Samuel Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry

Rhode Island:
Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery

Connecticut:
Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott

New York:
William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris

New Jersey:
Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark

Pennsylvania:
Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross

Delaware:
Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean

Maryland:
Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton

Virginia:
George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton

North Carolina:
William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn

South Carolina:
Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton

Georgia:
Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton

Thursday, July 3, 2008

The grossest blog ever



The creepiest of all creeps, Bozo The Clown, also known as Larry Harmon, died Thursday at the age of 83 of congestive heart failure. Probably just got too creepy to live anymore.

It is now not known who will take over the burden of scaring the crap out of kids with demented looking face make-up. Perhaps the children will have to listen to black metal.

In other news, the first pregnant "man" gave birth on Monday. The trans-gender mommy, Thomas Beatie said, "The only thing different about me is that I can't breastfeed my baby. But a lot of mothers don't."

No, Thomas, that's not the only thing different about you. You also have a cock and balls. Fools are tripping.

Happy B-day, U.S.&A.



Tonight, I am djing between bands for these motherfuckers called Thin Man and some other dirty bastards called Northern Towns. They are good ass bands and I'm a good ass dj. So there. It's at the Tower Bar (at which I miserably lost an eating contest to none other than Michael Bova last week. Evidently I suck at eating).