On June 9, 2010, the cause of death was revealed to have been an acute polydrug intoxication due to combined effects of oxycodone (OxyContin), oxymorphone (a metabolite of oxycodone), diazepam (Valium), nordiazepam (a metabolite of diazepam) and alcohol.

It's nice to know what finally killed the Reverend. I guess things got too busy for me I didn't realize when the report came out. Everyone knew it was drugs (if you thought it was something else, sorry, but that's kind of naive), but it's nice to have things finalized. That's one hell of a hearty mix, though. Yeouch.

So, I'm still alive. So much as happened I don't want to type it all out, it'll come out long and boring. I really will get to reading everyone's entries, though I may not go too far back. Don't think I don't care about you guys, though, you lovely flist! Just don't worry. I'm not dead/depressed/angsty/what-have-you.

But I think it's time to crank City of Evil. She's a dwelling place for demons~

This strikes a little too close to home. Do what you can. ._.

Everyone, wish me luck! One more exam at 7, and then I have to get prepared for a job interview! It's going to be kind of difficult to find something business-casual, but I've got lots of long-sleeved shirts and I think a simple pencil skirt will do it. Plus, there's my black flats I adore that will fit. Later on I'll put a picture to the outfit so everyone can give me a general consensus on whether or not it's good for a business-casual interview. Yes, I worry about these things. First impressions are everything.

And, because I've been meaning to make a list, these are bands I am going to see in order of appearance this summer. And it will be fantastic. For the festivals, I only included the ones I'm going to see for sure because I actually like them (no way in hell I'm seeing Foghat, for example, Slow Ride makes me want to kill myself).

( holy crap there's a list flying at youCollapse )

Jello Biafra is nicer than Dave Grohl.

I SAID IT.

For those of you that have been sleeping while pretending to read my journal, I went to Jello Biafra and the Guantanomo School of Medicine. re: the dude that does the Dead Kennedys. Pretty much...might as well be dead kennedys still since the rest it's really just a cover band but MOVING ON.

Roberto (wonderful mexican goth guy i adore and am pretty good friends with now) was hanging out before the venue putting signs up for his lost wallet. This was important because it had his mexican voter card in it and ID and stuff, right? Well, turns out Jello was checking the venue out. Roberto noticed him, asked for a few pictures and he mentioned that he had a ticket to the band but it was in the wallet. Jello asked for his name and then, lo and behold, Roberto Cantu was added to the guest list!

That was the awesome before I even met him. Arriving at the venue was great, I got to bust out the old plaid pants, and Nick was with me. The first band was alright, I liked them. They were older, a local Ottawa punk band. Pretty good. The second opener was pretty much a poor man's mastodon. They sucked buuuut.

Jello was just chilling, watching the opening bands and generally being an awesome punk guy with a shit-kicking grin on his face. Just chillin' in the crowd... I managed to talk to him, too. Nick was with me.. It kind of went something like this.

Me: Excuse me, um, sir, I know you get this a lot and you're quite busy, but I kind of just want to thank you for getting me interested in punk music and making good stuff.
And he looked at me, smiled, offered his hand and went "Hey, thanks! That's good of you."
So we shook hands, I geeked out, and happiness ensued. I think i was way too polite though. Maybe I came off as a creeper but wtfever.

Let me start off by saying this: I am biased. I love Jello, always have always will. There is a reason my default icon is Dead Kennedys. They fucking rock. They opened with California Uber Alles, only they changed the lyrics to "I am president Schwarzenegger" etc etc. Which was glorious.

Some highlights (mainly because i want to get the fuck to bed) include:

-the fact that his new stuff doesn't suck and, in fact, might be better than the dead kennedys if only because it's a helluva lot more relevant
-Jello rants. Heee, how I love Jello rants! A multitude of things he tiraded about, the only thing that way impressed me was that he knows more about Canadian politics than about 98% of the people there
-Dead Kennedys songs played: California Uber Alles, Holiday in Cambodia, Bleed for me (!!!) and Let's Lynch the Landlord. Hells to the yeaaaaaaaaaah
-Not highlight: Jello taking his shirt off. ilu, boy, but you are a fat old man. Disturbing.
BUT
-Jello entered in an awesome bloody labcoat like he did in the 80s and that dumb american shirt you see him wear sometimes. The latex gloves he had was covered in blood. This would come into effect later as he was preforming some song (small venue, i was upfront) and he basically took the latex glove, blew it up, and since I thought he was gonna throw it i stuck my hand out. Oops, 'cause he kinda forcefed me it and it was gross and nasty. But awesome. According to Nick I tasted like Latex even at Death Disco. Ew.
-Two fucking encores yeaaaaah
-I wound up protecting this poor girl. She was in a wool cardigan and, before Jello, she mentioned to me she was kind of scared. Nick, roberto and I kept an eye on her for the thing, I wound up blocking her from the mosh (and later getting me to front row where Jello would be awesome) and he invited all three of us to get absolutely shitfaced at her house sometime next week. Yes, I think I shall go.
-Not a highlight: loosing my lipring. It was onstage, seriously. Some nice punk guy with a mohawk leapt up to get it to me but I swear security almost shat themselves.
-Cracking my nose on Jello's knee. My fault, I Was headbanging but whatever.

And thus ends it. I'll add more if I have to but i'm tired and boy is tired and I should stop typing.


POL POT POL POT POL POT POL POT

Edited highlights
-Jello was actually wearing that star belt buckle he bought in the late 70s/early 80s.this one. I'm only pointing this out because it was really neat, how scuffed and battered it looked now.. Kind of like a punk timeline since they were doing it before old-school was even..well, old-school
-There were explicit instructions not to crowd surf. Jello did so at least five times. Again, glorious.

Just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful.