New York - january 2
Messing around time
NEW year's inteview
THRASH, better Known as Boiled Cat’s iconic singer, bringing his vocal gymnastics to their hit album Apocalipstick, is still too young to vote and just barely old enough to drive a car. Still, we checked in with this budding star to find out his thoughts on the year that has passed.
Proudest moment of this past year?
There are so many. I think getting to play nearly every night to a crazy number of people has been a real highlight. I love being out there on stage and screaming along with everyone else. It’s awesome.
Best trip?
Coming back from the custody hearing in Vancouver. I was glad to be back with my band. I think that’s the best trip I’ve ever had.
Favorite clothing purchase?
I got this cool leather motorcycle jacket in Vancouver right before we left. It has a hand painted skull on it. I got it from this street artist who was airbrushing it at, like, two in the morning. I couldn’t sleep and was out walking. I watched him create it, then bought it off of him before it was even dry. It’s my favorite jacket.
Favorite song of the year?
Probably Church of the Toad of Light by Tongue the Frog. It has some very clever lyrics on it and the beat is really hypnotic.
Best night out?
Having pizza and Cokes with Kevin in our hotel room when nobody wants a piece of us. It’s fun and we laugh a lot. It’s not exactly out, but it rocks anyway.
What's your New Year's resolution?
To force the band to let me sing until I drop. I hate coming off the stage.
Proudest moment of this past year?
There are so many. I think getting to play nearly every night to a crazy number of people has been a real highlight. I love being out there on stage and screaming along with everyone else. It’s awesome.
Best trip?
Coming back from the custody hearing in Vancouver. I was glad to be back with my band. I think that’s the best trip I’ve ever had.
Favorite clothing purchase?
I got this cool leather motorcycle jacket in Vancouver right before we left. It has a hand painted skull on it. I got it from this street artist who was airbrushing it at, like, two in the morning. I couldn’t sleep and was out walking. I watched him create it, then bought it off of him before it was even dry. It’s my favorite jacket.
Favorite song of the year?
Probably Church of the Toad of Light by Tongue the Frog. It has some very clever lyrics on it and the beat is really hypnotic.
Best night out?
Having pizza and Cokes with Kevin in our hotel room when nobody wants a piece of us. It’s fun and we laugh a lot. It’s not exactly out, but it rocks anyway.
What's your New Year's resolution?
To force the band to let me sing until I drop. I hate coming off the stage.
Someone better tell Paris that his hair colour is only to make up for the lack of grey matter between his ears.
Wonder how he'll take it?
Ice Crack EyEs
She's the kind of person who eats fire in the dark
who will laugh at a joke
before it’s told
ice crack eyes crackling with the flames
of devious demons dancing in her soul
Her voice echoes with a bazillion fireflies
burning holes in my theories
sparks of colour
drifting luminescent fallout
on swirls of heat from the breath of her words
Her thoughts leapfrog, one to another
defying logic
dodging vicious ignorance
landing only on the most precious of holly ideas
and ripping them to shreds, revealing ludicrousness
Her ice crack eyes stare right though my core.
Bright as a twin stars
bursting with radiation
two atoms splitting with mushroom clouded force
the equivalent power of 20,000 tons of TNT resulting from the fission
She is the kind of person who is bright, hot, smoldering, intense
not to be contained
She is ice crack eyes
jumping thoughts, firefly wings, a riddle unsolved and unsolvable
She is not to be denied and I am lost
who will laugh at a joke
before it’s told
ice crack eyes crackling with the flames
of devious demons dancing in her soul
Her voice echoes with a bazillion fireflies
burning holes in my theories
sparks of colour
drifting luminescent fallout
on swirls of heat from the breath of her words
Her thoughts leapfrog, one to another
defying logic
dodging vicious ignorance
landing only on the most precious of holly ideas
and ripping them to shreds, revealing ludicrousness
Her ice crack eyes stare right though my core.
Bright as a twin stars
bursting with radiation
two atoms splitting with mushroom clouded force
the equivalent power of 20,000 tons of TNT resulting from the fission
She is the kind of person who is bright, hot, smoldering, intense
not to be contained
She is ice crack eyes
jumping thoughts, firefly wings, a riddle unsolved and unsolvable
She is not to be denied and I am lost
Jenna-Lee
Everyone has a story
The sun coming up after the best night ever!
Some Current NY punk bands
World War IX
Hymen Holocaust
Yo! Scunt
No Place to Piss
Coffin' Fit
The Long Losts
The Minor Cuts
Livids
All New Episode
No Dice
Urban Waste
The Afterbirth
The Casualties
Suburbanite
Aye Nako
Hymen Holocaust
Yo! Scunt
No Place to Piss
Coffin' Fit
The Long Losts
The Minor Cuts
Livids
All New Episode
No Dice
Urban Waste
The Afterbirth
The Casualties
Suburbanite
Aye Nako
Paris recommends: Free Rice
Ask Boiled Cat
What is life like on the Boiled Cat tour bus?
Kevin: Girls, girls, girls
Jayson: Shut up! If Lenny sees that she’ll flip.
Thrash: What girls are you talking about?
Kevin: There were two on the bus yesterday.
Thrash: Only because I was trying to sleep and wouldn’t let you party in the hotel room.
Kevin: Still!
Paris: You had two girls?
Kevin: Yeah.
Paris: Sure you did.
Kevin: I did!
Will: That still doesn’t equate to girls, girls, girls.
Thrash: More like – girl, girl.
Paris: If that.
Kevin: We still have girls on the bus! Sun’s a girl.
Will: Yes she is. But she's not your girl.
Kevin: I never said that.
Jayson: Focus on the question guys - what's it like on the tour bus?
Thrash: After a show, the bus can get pretty rowdy. It always takes a while to settle down. We’ll dance and howl and laugh.
Jayson: it Usually it ends up in a drunken sing along.
Will: Except you’re the only one that’s drunk.
Jayson: Paris drinks just as much as me. Maybe more.
Paris: I’m no drunk!
Thrash: If we’re on the bus in the morning everybody sleeps.
Kevin: It’s a total zombie march onto the bus and then we all pass out. It’s pretty funny.
Will: Except Thrash.
Thrash: I have issues with sleep.
Kevin: I'll say.
Thrash: If we’re traveling in the afternoon, I’ll be writing lyrics.
Jayson: Or doing homework.
Thrash: Never!
Kevin: Jayson and I are usually jamming.
Thrash: Paris will be reading.
Will: And I’ll be trying to talk them all into a game of cards.
Paris: Or "meditating" with Sun.
Kevin: "Meditating."
Thrash: We have a decent gaming system too.
Will: Where we all gang up and kill Kevin with grenades.
Kevin: Virtually.
Paris: Yeah, too bad about that.
Thrash: I guess it’s not all that exciting on the bus, but honestly, we’re usually pretty exhausted when we climb on. I guess we just need some quiet because when we get to the next stop – we have to be on fire!
Kevin: Again, Virtually.
Paris: Again, too bad about that.
Kevin: Girls, girls, girls
Jayson: Shut up! If Lenny sees that she’ll flip.
Thrash: What girls are you talking about?
Kevin: There were two on the bus yesterday.
Thrash: Only because I was trying to sleep and wouldn’t let you party in the hotel room.
Kevin: Still!
Paris: You had two girls?
Kevin: Yeah.
Paris: Sure you did.
Kevin: I did!
Will: That still doesn’t equate to girls, girls, girls.
Thrash: More like – girl, girl.
Paris: If that.
Kevin: We still have girls on the bus! Sun’s a girl.
Will: Yes she is. But she's not your girl.
Kevin: I never said that.
Jayson: Focus on the question guys - what's it like on the tour bus?
Thrash: After a show, the bus can get pretty rowdy. It always takes a while to settle down. We’ll dance and howl and laugh.
Jayson: it Usually it ends up in a drunken sing along.
Will: Except you’re the only one that’s drunk.
Jayson: Paris drinks just as much as me. Maybe more.
Paris: I’m no drunk!
Thrash: If we’re on the bus in the morning everybody sleeps.
Kevin: It’s a total zombie march onto the bus and then we all pass out. It’s pretty funny.
Will: Except Thrash.
Thrash: I have issues with sleep.
Kevin: I'll say.
Thrash: If we’re traveling in the afternoon, I’ll be writing lyrics.
Jayson: Or doing homework.
Thrash: Never!
Kevin: Jayson and I are usually jamming.
Thrash: Paris will be reading.
Will: And I’ll be trying to talk them all into a game of cards.
Paris: Or "meditating" with Sun.
Kevin: "Meditating."
Thrash: We have a decent gaming system too.
Will: Where we all gang up and kill Kevin with grenades.
Kevin: Virtually.
Paris: Yeah, too bad about that.
Thrash: I guess it’s not all that exciting on the bus, but honestly, we’re usually pretty exhausted when we climb on. I guess we just need some quiet because when we get to the next stop – we have to be on fire!
Kevin: Again, Virtually.
Paris: Again, too bad about that.
