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Music Midtown: After the Twister Part Three

I can’t find a fucking thing about Favorite on the net. I think they are on RCA, but they aren’t listed on RCA records at all. I would have loved to cover them just a little fucking more. They rocked. They rolled. They were fucking great. I have no fucking idea where they are from.

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13 Stories -THE DAY AFTER THE FUCKING TWISTER

13 Stories is: Cheri D, Lead Vocals and Keyboard. Cat, Guitar and Vocals. J3,
Bass and Vocals. Max, Drums.
Even though I am the high priestess of metal and shit that makes you bang your
head-I like something different every now and again. The day after the twister,
I wanted to try something a little different.

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Adrian Legg Puts His Spell On Atlanta

Adrian Legg played to an overflowing Red Light Café. This small Atlanta
venue was standing room only, and it was cozy. The Red Light Café has
recovered from the fire. His set was simple- a chair, a couple of lights, his
microphone stand and his gear.

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Six Feet Under Makes Atlanta Bleed 10/19/03 The Masquerade Atlanta, GA

Okay. You missed it. It was Sunday, and you decided to stay home. Aren’t
you fucking stupid?!? It wasn’t like there was anything fucking fantastic
on TV. It wasn’t like they were charging forty bucks to get into The Masquerade,
although they easily could have. –The touring bands were pretty fucking
excellent, but I wanted a lot more out of As I Lay Dying. As I Lay Dying (lets
hope I got the name right, this boy had a hellish echo on his microphone) was
opening for Behemoth on the Un-Natural Born Killers Tour

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The Doors

was innocently watching television. The scene keeps playing over and over

in my mind. Jay Leno says that his musical guest will be The Doors. The
Doors, I say to myself. The Doors. I had not been drinking.
I had not been inhaling. Surely, Jay Leno must have been inhaling. My
curiosity got the best of me, and I watched on.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Ray Manzarek and company on the stage of The

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Andrew W.K.

Andrew W.K. Rocks The Masquerade
Atlanta, Georgia
January 18, 2003

 

Andrew puts the roll back on the end of rock. He has rock star good looks.
He pumps his fist, and thrashes his head along with every song. His music makes

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Spectremen

Spectremen

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Atlanta’s hottest metal band. You can see them at
the 9 Lives Saloon in Little Five Points on Moreland Avenue. For a band that’s
been around since 1997, it is a fucking shame that a major label has not found
these boys yet. What a gem stuck in the underground, because major corporations
do not send out their scouts to little local bars anywhere in the country. Dan
Kelly will remind you of a young Glen Danzig, but he is not. He is a Danzig
in a different way.

Because we know, no one can replace Glen. But Dan Kelly has a fucking kick
ass voice and you can hear the influence of the Misfits.

Dead By Dawn, Black Acid, and Zombie Hop are pure as a puck rock fusion can
get. The band is tight and powerful. They are a great complement to the purity
of Dan Kelly’s voice. Punk Rock Lyrics You Can Actually Understand The First
Time You Hear Them should be the title of their next song. Undead makes Dan
sound like a ghouly Elvis that will kick you in the ass. It is the music Elvis
probably wanted to make. I expected him to say, "Thank you very much."
Netherworld is a definite hit. Dan and company are totally in sync with each
other. The drummer complements both the lead and bass players, along with Dan’s
voice, which is pure and raw. The person who is able to listen to this album
will get a great surprise.

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Cursive

Cursive
January 15, 2003
The Echo Lounge
Atlanta, Georgia

On January 15, 2003, a monumental event took place in Atlanta. The Omaha band
Cursive came to town and drove The Echo Lounge crazy. The crowd definitely wanted
more. They knew they were watching a band that was about to break out and become
major. Cursive consists of Tim Kasher (vocals, guitar), Matt Maginn(vocals,
bass), Clint Schnase (drums), Ted Stevens (guitar, vocals), and Gretta Cohn
(cello).

Tim Kasher’s vocal style and stage performance is a reincarnation of Kurt Cobain
and Jim Morrison wrapped into one. As I was doing research, I found a horrible
review saying that Tim Kasher could not sing. This is WRONG. Tim can sing, not
just howl. His lyrics are very Morrison. They are deep, spiritual, and gut wrenching.
They make you want to listen. Ray Manzarek should have hired him to do Morrison.
He is an enchanting soul. It is impossible to keep your eyes off of him and
his performance. I wish I had more film. I agree with him. EMO is a horrible
word. Isn’t all music emotional? When a fan screamed out EMO, he told them to
get the fuck out in a voice that reminded me of Cobain in his early days. He
did not want to hear that word. This man’s future is going to be bright.

Matt Maginn is a nice Leo. He has a driving, powerful bass that he plays like
a lead guitar. The guitar and the man have bonded as one. He is a madman on
stage. Clint Schnase held the music together with his drumming. He reminds me
of Joey Kramer from Aerosmith, a little. Ted Stevens could easily front his
own band. He reminds me of a young Dave Grohl doing backup for Cobain. Gretta
Cohn’s cello adds a dimension to Cursive’s music that no one else in the music
business has. You can see her heart and soul poring out of her fingers into
her cello. This is the first band that I have seen with an electronic cellist.
I would like to see other bands get a cellist and try to do what she does. Gretta
is magic and she knows it.

Cursive’s music is raw. It thrills the fucking senses with truth and power.
It reaches out through the chords and lyrics and grabs the listener by the throat
and says fucking wake up, listen to me. Cursive’s music is just not loud. It
is perfection. This band should be playing bigger venues. They are on the road
to stardom.

Their next album is titled "The Ugly Organ." It will be released
on March 4, 2003 from Saddle Creek. It would be a mistake to miss it.

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Aerosmith

What can you say about four guys that range from Yonkers to Boston that
call themselves Aerosmith? They are considered the American version of the
Rolling Stones, and no insult to the Stones, but they can’t touch Tyler and
company.

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Stone Sour

Corey Taylor, Josh Rand, Jim Root, Shawn Economaki, and Joel Ekman
put on a show that makes you want to slap your mama for not making you
take guitar lessons and for yelling at you for singing in the shower.
Four regular looking guys got on stage at Earthlink Live in Atlanta, by
regular looking I mean no make up and no masks, and slammed the house
with beautiful fucking ass-kicking metal. Stone Sour is a
drink-whiskey, orange juice, and sour mix. I guess you throw in the
orange juice for vitamins and the whiskey for Morrison. Stone Sour is a

band, and I guess you throw in the lyric poetry for vitamins. Taylor is

a showman and a poet is the tradition of Morrison. Trust me, you want
to see this man live. He lets it all hang out. The Atlanta Police
Department was looking for the person who threw him the joint onstage-in

case you were wondering, he stuck it in his pocket as any true rock and
roll star would do. He poured a bottle of water down is pants at the
beginning of the show and sang his first three songs with a big fucking
wet spot on his pants. What you see is what you fucking get. He
doesn’t hold back his thoughts or feelings. He is his own man. He was
the last to get on stage with his own personal entrance music. Fuck, he

ended the show offstage reading a poem. It makes me wonder if he is Jim

Morrison’s illegitimate child. If he is, I think daddy would be proud
of him. He has a mesmerizing stage performance. Corey is going to
fucking blow you away or die trying.
That night, Josh Rand and Jim Root were like little twin Steve
Vai’s. Root even broke into a little Steve Vai in between songs on
stage-to Taylor it was all the same fucking thing. Funny shit-Vai was
in town. He should have been there. Vai would have probably
said-everybody wants to be me. We know that know, don’t we. Vai would

have probably tried to recruit Root and Rand for his core of fucking
demon guitar players over on Favored Nations. This isn’t Slipknot kids,

this is Stone Sour. This is where Taylor and Root take off the masks
and be themselves. I would describe Stone Sour as a heavy metal
emotional band. You can see and feel their emotions come through their
performance. Taylor is the focal point of Stone Sour’s emotional
state. Stone Sour’s emotional state is everybody’s emotional state.
Stone Sour makes fans feel understood, much like Slipknot does-but with
a difference. That difference is Stone Sour is more than just fucking
angry. They have a full range of emotions, just like their fans.
When I saw them that night, I felt fucking Morrison. It was like
Jim was watching over them as a guardian angel. I felt the Doors.
There is no place better for Stone Sour to be than onstage. They are
real, and they make you feel at home. Their fans become a part of the
family. Stone Sour took time out after the gig to speak with their fans

outside of the tour us in front of Earthlink Live for at least an hour.
They didn’t have to do that shit at all, but they love their fans.

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