Winnipeg - november 17
Kevin explains my 16th birthday in a picture:
PARIS
Thrash is a bit on edge tonight. So easy to bug. He really needs to relax. Luckily we have plans in place for that. First stop, ditch ruby. thrash might not think of her like a mom, but she sure acts like one when she's around him. she'll mess up everything. second stop, sneak thrash into a historic punk bar. that's what i did on my 16th birthday. i remember it like it just happened. well . . . maybe not - but i'm sure i had a good time given the amount of girls i woke up with.
Paris and Will sing happy birthday - more or less . . .
KEVIN's past
I’m American, mostly. I came to Vancouver when I was thirteen. “We’re just moving up the coast,” Mom said. Just up the coast! Vancouver may be on the same coastline as L.A. but it's as different as two places can get. Dad said he wanted to expand his Music studio business. I know we really left because me and Taz were making movies and talking about starting a rock band. Dad may record all kinds of rock and roll. He might schmooze with all those music industry people. He might even respect some of them – but he thinks I’m better than that. Or could be. The thing is, I don’t want to be some kind of child prodigy. I want to make noise and be crazy. And it’s not that I don’t like Tchaikovsky, like Dad thinks. I do. A lot. It’s just that playing rock, and punk, and old Los Vegas grind tunes don’t make me any less of a musician. Dad is constantly getting me to learn new instruments too. Sometimes I think this is so I can do a whole album by myself. He’s trying to keep bad influences away from me. Dad thinks the whole world is a bad influence. Especially Paris. I know he regrets ever letting him work in the studio even though he’s by far the most amazing drummer I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot. But Dad thinks it was Paris’ fault I joined up with Boiled Cat. It was, to some degree. He’s the one who brought the idea up. But I wanted to do it. The fact that Jayson lets me mess around with my multiple electrified instruments without scowling makes a huge difference in my life. I have freedom to experiment in Boiled Cat. When I play with the guys, I can be who I really am and not who my Dad wants me to be.
Winnipeg PUnk, metal, and whatever, bands
Zero Cause
The Whore Moans
The Unwanted
Terrorist
Seal The deal
No Hope
Mung
The Knuckledraggers
Kato Destroy
The Hisses
High five drive
High class low lifes
Half Dead Husky
Dead Ranch
Cheering for the bad guy
Bad Juju
Asado
Armoured assault
The Animalistics
3daybinge
The Whore Moans
The Unwanted
Terrorist
Seal The deal
No Hope
Mung
The Knuckledraggers
Kato Destroy
The Hisses
High five drive
High class low lifes
Half Dead Husky
Dead Ranch
Cheering for the bad guy
Bad Juju
Asado
Armoured assault
The Animalistics
3daybinge
Thrash
I’m not the kind of person that cares enough to pretend that your BS is important to me. I can’t just sit there and look interested when I’m not. I don't care about your story when it’s stupid and boring. It’s not me. And I don’t care if Girls like sun think I’m a prick. I am. I don't do drugs. I don't like drugs. I've had enough of drugs. I can’t even summon enough energy to smile and say, “Hey, if that's what your into, fine, But i'm not.” I just tend to blow up. I blow up at everything. I blow up at kevin and sun and myself for being a jerk. But no one really wants me to be honest. And I don't want to discuss my feelings about my parents dying or the hell I went through after that. The best I can them is my silence. At least then I’m not lying or offending or shoving them away. Silence is the best option as far as I can tell.
Another happy birthday song
Jayson explains . . . Something?
Jayson
So Thrash is turning 16. It's strange. I usually think of him as older. Older than 16, anyway. Sometimes older than me. he's a contradiction in flesh. sometimes he's as stupid and crazy as every other 15 year old. on stage he's a total nut job. but the rest of the time he's stiff. i think it's my job to break down that part of him. like taking plaque out of his arteries. he needs to learn to breathe. to flow. still, he's a lot better than when kevin first dragged him to our rehearsal space. it wasn't until he hit the stage that i thought the kid did more than scowl and break things.
Cooking with will
Tacos - a great party food!
I love Mexican food. It has lots of beans which makes Paris so, so happy!
Get: A can of black beans, salsa, a can of corn, cayenne pepper, chilli powder, lime juice (a couple of tablespoons), ground pepper, fresh tomatoes diced, cucumber diced, hot sauce, soft or hard taco shells.
Make it: heat a frying pan to medium heat and add a tablespoon of oil. Rinse your can of black beans and put it in the frying pan (the beans, not the can – put that in the recycling). Mash the beans with a potato masher (now bean masher). Add a bit of salsa, a can of corn - drained, cayenne pepper (about a teaspoon or so), chilli powder, and a couple of tablespoons of lime juice (fresh or whatever you can scrounge up). Fry the stuff until it’s hot and looks good. Grind in some black pepper and serve on your taco shells (or soft tacos) with tomatoes and cucumber, hot sauce, and more salsa.
Options: top with sliced avocado for that creamy texture. Don’t forget to sprinkle lime juice on it right when you cut it up or it will turn black.
I love Mexican food. It has lots of beans which makes Paris so, so happy!
Get: A can of black beans, salsa, a can of corn, cayenne pepper, chilli powder, lime juice (a couple of tablespoons), ground pepper, fresh tomatoes diced, cucumber diced, hot sauce, soft or hard taco shells.
Make it: heat a frying pan to medium heat and add a tablespoon of oil. Rinse your can of black beans and put it in the frying pan (the beans, not the can – put that in the recycling). Mash the beans with a potato masher (now bean masher). Add a bit of salsa, a can of corn - drained, cayenne pepper (about a teaspoon or so), chilli powder, and a couple of tablespoons of lime juice (fresh or whatever you can scrounge up). Fry the stuff until it’s hot and looks good. Grind in some black pepper and serve on your taco shells (or soft tacos) with tomatoes and cucumber, hot sauce, and more salsa.
Options: top with sliced avocado for that creamy texture. Don’t forget to sprinkle lime juice on it right when you cut it up or it will turn black.
What we have planned for thrash's birthday - in song.
I like girls
I do. People (mostly kevin) think i'm a bit strange because i don't go around jumping the bones of every groupie that shows her face at the door. It's just not me. I like to get to know a girl before i end up in bed with her. maybe i'm weird. whatever.
of course, get too much alcohol into me and that whole thing flies out the window. i'm not proud of what i did tonight. nor was it easy in a bathroom stall. i don't even remember the girl's name. at least i used a condom. my head was right enough for that. i don't need any more hassles in my life than what i have already.
of course, get too much alcohol into me and that whole thing flies out the window. i'm not proud of what i did tonight. nor was it easy in a bathroom stall. i don't even remember the girl's name. at least i used a condom. my head was right enough for that. i don't need any more hassles in my life than what i have already.
Ask Boiled Cat
Who has ink, who doesn’t, and why?
Paris: I have a bunch. Most of my tatoos are crappy. I got them done in Montreal by people who put together their own rigs. Such a bad idea. One time I had a really bad reaction to the ink this guy was using. I’m lucky I didn’t lose an arm or get blood poisoning doing that.
Will: But you have a few decent tattoos.
Paris: Yeah, I have a skull with crossed drum sticks. I got that a year ago in a shop. I also have a dragon I picked up when I was traveling Thailand with my parents. My mom almost died when she saw it.
Thrash: How old were you?
Paris: Oh I don’t know, ten or something. Maybe twelve. I don’t really remember. My parents left me with a family of Klawng Yao drummers while they went off to preach. One of them was a kid about my age. We hit it off really good. He showed me how to play the Klawng Yao. A few days later I met his uncle who was really into tattoos. I was going nuts about how awesome his tattoos looked and The old guy loved that so much he took me to this little hut in the middle of nowhere and got me a tattoo just like one of his. I think those were two of the most awesome things that ever happened to me until that point - getting a tattoo and learning to play the Klawng Yao.
Jayson: Will, you have some ink, don’t you?
Will: yeah, I have A crow over my heart. An ankh on my bicep. An eye of Horus on my wrist. And I’m going to get a Haida turtle eventually. Or maybe
something Maori. I definitely need more ink. Jayson's still a white sheet of paper though.
Jayson: I don’t like people touching my skin.
Thrash: Except Lenora.
Jayson: obviously.
Will: But Jay, you’re so blank it makes us want to cover you in pretty drawings.
Jayson: Too bad.
Kevin: I want to get some tattoos but . . .
Paris: daddy told you not to.
Kevin: I just haven't decided what I want.
Thrash: You should get something that makes you look electrified. Like what you do to instruments. You know, cords and transistors and switches all over.
Kevin: Yeah that would be sweet.
Paris: You just have to get daddy’s permission.
Kevin: My dad doesn’t rule me.
Paris: sure he doesn't.
Jayson: Thrash, you must have something.
Thrash: Nope.
Will: A little heart on your butt?
Thrash: Wanna check?
Kevin: You should do a permanent lightning bolt on your face. Then you wouldn’t have to do your make up every show.
Thrash: Yeah, I think I’ll stick to my scars. They’re unique enough.
Paris: I have a bunch. Most of my tatoos are crappy. I got them done in Montreal by people who put together their own rigs. Such a bad idea. One time I had a really bad reaction to the ink this guy was using. I’m lucky I didn’t lose an arm or get blood poisoning doing that.
Will: But you have a few decent tattoos.
Paris: Yeah, I have a skull with crossed drum sticks. I got that a year ago in a shop. I also have a dragon I picked up when I was traveling Thailand with my parents. My mom almost died when she saw it.
Thrash: How old were you?
Paris: Oh I don’t know, ten or something. Maybe twelve. I don’t really remember. My parents left me with a family of Klawng Yao drummers while they went off to preach. One of them was a kid about my age. We hit it off really good. He showed me how to play the Klawng Yao. A few days later I met his uncle who was really into tattoos. I was going nuts about how awesome his tattoos looked and The old guy loved that so much he took me to this little hut in the middle of nowhere and got me a tattoo just like one of his. I think those were two of the most awesome things that ever happened to me until that point - getting a tattoo and learning to play the Klawng Yao.
Jayson: Will, you have some ink, don’t you?
Will: yeah, I have A crow over my heart. An ankh on my bicep. An eye of Horus on my wrist. And I’m going to get a Haida turtle eventually. Or maybe
something Maori. I definitely need more ink. Jayson's still a white sheet of paper though.
Jayson: I don’t like people touching my skin.
Thrash: Except Lenora.
Jayson: obviously.
Will: But Jay, you’re so blank it makes us want to cover you in pretty drawings.
Jayson: Too bad.
Kevin: I want to get some tattoos but . . .
Paris: daddy told you not to.
Kevin: I just haven't decided what I want.
Thrash: You should get something that makes you look electrified. Like what you do to instruments. You know, cords and transistors and switches all over.
Kevin: Yeah that would be sweet.
Paris: You just have to get daddy’s permission.
Kevin: My dad doesn’t rule me.
Paris: sure he doesn't.
Jayson: Thrash, you must have something.
Thrash: Nope.
Will: A little heart on your butt?
Thrash: Wanna check?
Kevin: You should do a permanent lightning bolt on your face. Then you wouldn’t have to do your make up every show.
Thrash: Yeah, I think I’ll stick to my scars. They’re unique enough.