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Friday, March 31, 2006

Playlist for 4/1/06






Here's Ya Button For Winamp...Tune In, Rock Out!!




Here's Ya Button To The Microsite...Tune In, Rock Out!!


Encoder, Out Out And Anathema Device Premier! Live From The USS Virus IT'S SATURDAY NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! Tune In, Amp Up, Get Down, Rock Out!!!




The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 4/1/06

11:00pm - 2:00am EST

1. The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 (Faith And The Muse - Cantus) (6:42)


2. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

3. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

4. Avernus - Blood Gathers Frost (4:36)

5. Antitrust - Desert Storm (4:30)

6. Organ - THe Ultimate Front (4:20)


7. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

8. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

9. 6Bit - Angels Are Falling (6:21)

10. Lords of Acid - Slave To Love (3:23)

11. T3CHN0PH0B1A - N.A.S.A. [Return Of The Funky Dead Mix by Mortiis] (4:17)


12. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

13. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

14. Encoder feat. Razed In Black - November (7:19)

15. Encoder - Supernatural (5:49)

16. Gary Numan - Haunted (5:31)


17. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

18. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

19. Collide - Like you want to Believe - Antistatic Mix (3:53)

20. Tamtrum - Atomik Suicide (4:52)

21. Type001 - Misaligned (4:08)


22. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

23. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

24. Anathema Device - Reminder (4:28)

25. Out Out - rememory (4:46)

26. Nine Inch Nails - You Know What You Are? (Clint Mansell Remix) (3:11)

27. Immaculate Deception - Blood Red Sky (3:45)

28. Frequency Construct - Planet Genocide (4:27)


29. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

30. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

31. All:My:Faults - Alles ist gesagt! (Reprise) (3:40)

32. Cockfight Club - Hero (Anti-Hero Mix) (4:37)

33. Bio-Mechanical Degeneration - Virus (Infected Mix) (5:50)


34. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

35. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

36. Cradle of Filth - Nymphetamine Fix [*] (5:02)

37. Bella Morte - The Coffin Don't Want Me And She Don't Either (3:18)

38. Lost Souls - Skinstripped (4:07)

39. DevilDriver - Die (And Die Now) (2:59)


40. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

41. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

42. Bloodhound Gang - Three Point One Four (3:55)

43. EXIT 11 - BLINK (3:32)

44. Dr. Steel - Back and Forth (3:11)


45. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

46. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

47. Gravity Kills - Enough (4:16)

48. Celldweller - The Last Firstborn (7:41)

49. KMFDM - Free Your Hate (5:17)

50. DJ Genocyde - The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)
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Monday, March 27, 2006

It Should Never Happen In America



Michale Graves "Butchershop"


No doubt, you've seen the Misfits' video for "Dig Up Her Bones" below. The man who was singing was none other than Michale Graves.

Michale has had a couple of projects that I know of since his departure from The Misfits. There was Gotham Road, a more metal sounding band that Michale seemed geared for and then there was his solo project. Needless to say after Michale left The Misfits, I followed his career as closely as I possibly could. I don't know what it is about the man's voice but it's wonderfully suited for rock n' roll of any variety.

Now, there's the video I posted. The audio clips you hear in the video are Damien Echols. Damien was one of The West Memphis Three and there's plenty of video footage. This wasn't so much a music video as it was Michale's most heartfelt attempt at raising awareness. Everything in this video clip is ad placement, and damn fine ad placement as well. From Damien's book "Almost Home: My Life Story Vol 1." to the quotes in text and then later the quotes from Damien himself in audio, there is very little in this clip to even suggest that Michale is promoting himself, if at all. Well done, Michale.

Michale has even called his tour "The Almost Home Tour 2006" in obvious reference to Damien's book. Michale's site on MySpace http://www.myspace.com/gravesmichale even has audio of Michale playing his song written for The West Memphis Three called "Almost Home" in which he calls Damien "a close personal friend" during the intro.

I listened. I've paid close attention. I can't wait to get these songs on my show.

I've sat at work thinking about this case last night and I see why there are so many celebrities talking about it, doing fund-raisers, benefits, non-profit activities and the like for this cause. In grim retrospect, I honestly wish there were more of these also saying the same things Charlie Sheen is saying about 9/11 but to be honest, I think Charlie is used to controversy and I think he'll create that spark that starts the blaze.

What saddens me the most about this particular case is the level of ignorance spent upon it. Watching the two documentaries Paradise Lost: The Child Murders At Robin Hood Hills and Paradise Lost 2: Revelations, I find it odd that there's a judge who wasn't convinced that there was a bite mark. Granted, it was a two-dimensional photo that they were looking at but the truth is, why not take the chance?

I wonder if Burnett was really honest when he said that it was hard for him to sentence Damien, much less anyone, to a penalty of death. If it's that hard, how about taking the chance and granting a new trial? When he came out with his quote, "I don't know if you heard it but my voice caught when I had to tell Echols he was sentenced to death." I knew he was lying. He had to clear his throat but his voice never caught to indicate that this was tough on him emotionally.

In America, there's been one underlying fact that you can stand on. Eventually, the truth will come out. The people involved in cover-ups of that truth that makes more innocent people suffer will suffer themselves. Personally, I know you can never keep the truth down for long before people start putting the pieces together. When that puzzle comes together it's going to be the shitstorm of all time. The West Memphis case will be like the 9/11 case...Category 5 all the way. Unless things are discovered and quickly...things will be so fucked up that no one will ever recover.

None of this should have been allowed to happen in America. How did things go this wrong this quickly, I wonder?

No matter.

If you need me, look for me and everyone else fighting The Silent War.
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Sunday, March 26, 2006

Finding Emo

Ok, I must have slept too long. Too much downtime. Too long underground.

I come to the surface to take a look and what I'm faced with sickens me.

It's called Emo Music. Instantly, I was thinking, "What the hell?"

I'm sorry I asked.

Now, let's get right down to it. Have you seen these people? Over half of them that are in this particular scene scare the shit out of me. This is what the goth subculture spun off? This is the offspring? The lovechild? Of what? Whiny garage bands with a splash of The Sisters Of Mercy for color...or lack thereof?

Nine Inch Nails has even fallen under this category! Trent, for shame!

Now, granted, I've been depressed in my life. There were times where the light at the end of the tunnel looked like an oncoming freight train and times when I screamed, "QUIT FUCKIN TEASIN AND JUST GET IT THE HELL OVER WITH!" to the sky or any pages of a rather large notebook that would listen. The writing combined with bands like Concrete Blonde, Type O Negative, Stabbing Westward, Gravity Kills and Marilyn Manson got me through it all. I'd found poetic expression of a lot of pain back then. I vented my really abysmal moments. I got it out. It's called "catharsis" and it was great for purging. Out with the bad. The goth music, metal, hard rock, etc were applicable to every facet of living adult life but this emo shit....it's high-school disappointments being the end of the world and that one fouled relationship amounting to a world of crap.

Hey kids, check this out, all that crap that adults teach you about high school having the bearing on the rest of your life, throw it out. There's no such thing as a permanent record, there are things you're going to need and things you're not, make sure you have the basics of everything down and then build on the shit you'll really need. If someone thinks you're shit in high school, chances are, they're not gonna think that forever. Some people do grow up and some don't. Another thing...the hairdos...The Misfits did them better and they were called Devil's Locks back then...get the hair outta your eye, you're not in a goddamn anime movie and that style works...if you're Japanese.

Another thing, these overly wordy ways of expressing your suicidal tendencies over that lost jock are nice, grammatically speaking, but they don't matter in the grand scheme of things, just move on. I've had far worse as an adult.

Last but not least, this overly depressing music should be called just that...overly depressing. It's not the only music out there that gets emotional. Listen to Concrete Blonde's song "Joey" if you don't believe me. How about Def Leppard, "To Be Alive" even. Maybe some Nine Inch Nails "Hurt". Emotion runs the gamut of music. Every song conveys one. From the violently euphoric to the overtly abysmal there's something for everyone. You didn't have to go find the most whiny and depressing shit available to classify it like all other music lacks emotion.

In fact, ten years ago, these guys were in shitty garage bands. Due to the music industry's lack of options, that's where it looks like they went.

I went to sleep at the wrong time. I went to sleep when Headbanger's Ball was still on the air, Slayer was one of the ruling bands, Megadeth still held on a tight grip, Metallica hadn't sold out yet and Type O Negative was a band of quickly rising stars. Marilyn Manson had just started his havoc upon the world and shocked millions worldwide and finally, Rob Zombie was just establishing himself as a solo artist...and a damned good one.

I woke up to FM radio and MTV in hell. But hey, I'm just one guy, right? What do I know?

Well, here's someone who's in total agreement with me...I'm going to bed.

From A MySpace User's Blog:

EMO?

Note from Neo: These views are not necessarily my own. Frankly, I'm offended, because I'm so emo and dark and sad. I mean, I watch tv in a wasteland while I wear black.

Anyway, enjoy the read!

I wonder when people will realize that the "scene" has become homogeneous. It's full of 14 year old girls with uneven bangs, black and white striped shirts, and tattered low-top black Chuck Taylor's, who swoon over homosexual kissing and pathetic whiny lyrics and overuse the symbols.

Their favorite quote is, invariably, "The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt" because it like, so totally describes their relationship with that one HAWT sophomore who totally ripped their hearts out when they were like, SO in love with him.

Their favorite type of music is, of course, "emo, screamo, and hardcore", three terms which, in their minds, invariably include the bands Taking Back Sunday, Thrice, and Hawthorne Heights.

Their AIM screennames often include x's, the words "electrikk", "disaster", or some play on their favorite song from their favorite band, you know, the one they saw on MTV like a couple times, but shouldn't be on MTV because they're like, way too emo for that.

They take hundreds of black and white pictures with way too much contrast of themselves looking plaintively down at the ground, pointing a gun made of their fingers at their heads, or kissing the camera while displaying their expert application of lip gloss around their labret piercing and the thick dark eyeliner that circles their eyes.

They embrace the "dork" that is inside their polished, fashionable exteriors by writing in their LiveJournals or Xangas about how they and their friends had an 'N Sync sing-a-long at one of their sleepovers because, remember, 'N Sync is soooo not popular anymore and they like, sooo wouldn't follow any of the fads of today, so they embrace the fads of yesterday.

They adore "retro fashion", meaning anything from the 80's, because they totally used to wear neon colors and big beaded bracelets, even though they were born in, at the earliest, 1988 and remember jack shit about the fashion and culture of the 80's.

It's full of "emo boys" who often are difficult to differentiate from "emo girls", who have meaningless tattoos even though they're 15, smoke a lot of cigarettes, drink a lot of hard liquor, and are in some shitty band that plays a couple of gigs in someone's basement because they're "too cool to go mainstream" when really, they just suck.

They weigh roughly 90 pounds, wear girls' jeans that hug their asses in just the right places, belts buckled somewhere around the side of their right leg, tight striped 80's style polo shirts or band t-shirts, and skater shoes, even though they don't skate because that's soooo lame.

They write awful poetry about the dark abyss of their souls and how the gun is pointed at their heads, the trigger poised to blast away the bloody memories of a failed romance. They cried when Blink-182 broke up, and they have a secret obsession with Avril Lavigne because, like, she really IS kinda hot even though her music totally sucks.

They spend more time at the mirror than their female counterparts do, making sure that the long black shock of hair at the front of their heads lies covering one eye just so, that their lip piercing is perfectly placed so that it looks hot when they kiss other boys, that their pants are the right degree of tightness so as not to exude gayness.

Emo boys and girls often use the suffix "Xcore" to describe themselves, using a number of adjectives or nouns to accomplish this task. This is a play off hardcore music, or "hXc". Some of these descriptive words include "fashionXcore", "retroXcore", or even "yournamehereXcore."

This way of speaking is retarded or nonsensical to everyone else except those "in the scene", but it totally doesn't matter because they're too nonconformistXcore for anyone to truly understand their "scene".

They couldn't name a Sunny Day Real Estate or Rites of Spring song if it came up and bit them on their Gap Jeans-clad asses, and they claim to like the Smiths because Jesse Lacey of Brand New said they were cool.

Sure, they listen to some new "hardcore" bands, but they're all pretty much the same five bands:
1. Taking Back Sunday
2. Senses Fail
3. Thrice
4. Hawthorne Heights
5. Story of the Year
To these promising young firecrackers, music takes a backseat to fashion in their scene of choice.

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Saturday, March 25, 2006

Dance To The Tension Of A World On Edge...

"Oh! I read it on a wall,
it went straight to my head
it said to dance to the tension
of a world on edge

We got racial violence
and who'll cast the first stone
and sex is used
anyway it can

and when I start to look out
it's hard to see the day
it's a feelin' you can have it
it's not mine to take away"

-Guns N' Roses "Garden Of Eden"

Tonight was a rather trying one. I was mostly trying to stay awake. I was that bored. Me and my partners walked into the cellblock with business on the mind. That's when we were informed of two suicide watches we had to do. Uggghhhh...I friggin hate those goddamn things.

This is usually a good indication of one thing. They're not really interested in killing themselves (most of the time) but they're heavily into self-harm. One of them insisted that he was just going to swallow objects that you or I (being the rational people we are) wouldn't swallow. You know, stuff like pencaps, his spoon if we let him have one, etc. Sounds crazy? Keep going.

That's when my partner, Huey, looked on the board and saw the name of an inmate in the cell next to his; also on suicide watch.

"Tha fuck's he all pissed off about now?" he asked. This particular inmate had been a huge problem since the day he arrived. Didn't know it til later but he's a child molester and Louisiana Law doesn't deal with those very well. Hell, in this state, if you've molested a child age 12 or under...it's life...YOURS.

"He just got sentenced to life today," one of the officers from the shift we were relieving informed us.

"Shit," Huey added, "I'd be pissed off too."

I would have thrown my head back in laughter if the situation hadn't been so serious. I couldn't have scripted that exchange any better. Goes to show you that real life is indeed stranger than fiction ...and a lot funnier at times.

One of our social workers was running around talking to some of these guys. I liked the guy even though everyone else thought he was longwinded and boring. I've had some lengthy talks with him and my peers lose hope when I pitch my two cents into a conversation because it means he'll be there for awhile and we'll be picking the collective conciousness apart by micro and macrocosms. Yeah, those talks can last anywhere from one to three hours...and it's happened before.

I don't rightly recall how it happened but I said it out loud.

"Dance to the tension of a world on edge," I said.

His head snapped sideways and his eyes nearly bulged out of his own sockets.

"Where in the hell did you come up with that?" he asked

"It's part of a song," I said.

"I couldn't have put that any better," he said, "whoever wrote that line knew what they were talking about."

"Well, Doc," I added, "I can't remember the exact quote but the gist of it was that if you wanted a good model for society then all you had to do was take a look at it's prisons, yeah?"

"Well," he said, scratching his beard, "In society, people are easily hidden. They have ways of getting away from stresses, but this is a society within society. It's a microcosm and when you throw this many men together under stresses which they can't get away from...then you discover who they really are. You find the real them very quickly. Same with you guys."

"Painfully true," I had to give him that, he knew what he was talking about, "So you'd safely call this something like Life In A Fishbowl?"

"Yep," he said, "And on that note, I gotta get outta here so I can do some paperwork. Thanks for that, by the way."

You should have seen the look on Biggie and Huey's faces...they were absolutely convinced beyond the shadow of a doubt that it was gonna be another one of "those" talks.

As the night progressed, we told stories, jokes and other comedic oral traditions until I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. I thought for a second the Pepsi was going to run slap through me...or out my nose which would have burned like hell.

Now, with that, there is one more thing I'd like to address before I close out for all my fellow Coast 2 Coast AM fans.

I'm a skeptic of this John Titor (The Time Traveller) guy. I have a few reasons that I can bring up right now. Three major holes in his story that are ruining his credibility.

1. The IBM 5100: He actually came back from 2036 for THIS machine? Ok, now whether or not it actually goes in between Linux and Unix and various other languages of computers better (http://www.johntitor.com/) the fact is he still came back 36 years for it and furthermore, by this time, it's an outdated and obsolete machine. I personally think it would have been more logical and viable to have gone back to 1975, when it was originally created and snagged one as it hit the shelves. This is back when, I imagine, parts were still being made for it and were more readily available. Now they're not available, in fact, they're not being made at all. Comes with obsolesence, John. Rethink your plan.

2. He went on record as saying that there would be no more official Olympic games after 2004...Well, something changed there, didn't it? I could swear we just had some Winter Games.

3. My final reason...for now. Since 2000, this guy has been off and on and reportedly very hard to reach. Comes with being a time traveller? Ok, I can buy that but how and why does he have a lawyer? Why is he more succeptable to illnesses like colds? Aren't we all? It's a rare occasion if I'm sick but when I am, watch out...it's a real bastard. Ok, but the attorney? For his "estate" and his family? Whoa! Let's put the brakes on here. He won't give out specifics, his predictions are vague at best and most of all he's got an attorney on retainer? A time traveller comes here with no money and he's got an attorney for his "estate"? What the hell is his "estate"?

I'm severely doubtful of this man and his predictions. It's cool, yeah but what would posess a 38-year-old man to come up with such an elaborate story that it doesn't require one shred of proof? My friend Bobby had this to say.

"If he really isn't telling the truth," she said, "then he truly is beyond help. This guy fits every psychological delusional category in the book and then some."

Bobby's a psych nurse and being experienced in the field, I think she knows what she's talking about. Could be that the guy is schizophrenic, living in a fantasy world. He could even be a disgruntled IBM employee.

If he is telling the truth, though. We're truly fucked.

Closing with 9/11

Once I got home and logged onto MySpace, I found the first victory scored. I don't know how many of you have seen this. To be honest, I really don't care. Watch this for a minute, because it has significant relevance to this narrative yarn.

This is only one of the many things I've been trying to tell people for the past few years. Now, calm down, take a step back and just watch. Don't get emotionally involved in it, just watch. Take in the information and take it for what it is.

To me, this is only one of a set of small victories to come. More and more are awakening to the truth every day. Many around the nation are now saying, "No More Bullshit!"

Bottom line: We're being lied to by our own employees and being led to believe that it is US that must follow THIER orders. This is wrong.

Many of us know the truth and that truth is that this entire thing isn't a conspiracy "theory" and it has, in fact, become a known conspiracy with many fall guys, patsies and a host of characters too intricate to detail in one blog after a night of work and I'm tired to boot but this allows YOU an opportunity that is important.

You now have the opportunity to check out the facts for yourself and then YOU decide what to think. Tell me if you like but, honestly, it's none of my business.





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Thursday, March 23, 2006

Well....No Shit....

You Are The Devil

You don't represent evil, but you do represent the animalistic side of humans.
You demonstrate what happens when we listen to our first instincts.
At times you tend to be materialistic and hedonistic, giving in to temptation.
Admit it, you're guilty of acting first - and forgetting to think later!

Your fortune:

Right now, you may be having a difficult time as a result of choices you have made.
You need to think about what's important in your life, and discover what chains you down.
It is the time to acknowledge your faults and take steps to overcome them.
It's also the time to let go of any fears or inhibitions that are holding you back.
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Playlist For 3/23/06






Here's Ya Button For Winamp...Tune In, Rock Out!!




Here's Ya Button To The Microsite...Tune In, Rock Out!!


New Music From SiNDADDY! Lisa Comes In With More West Memphis Three Updates! Some Old Favorites Get Pulled From The Closet!! Tune In, Amp Up, Get Down, Rock Out!!!




The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 3/24/06

12:00am - 4:00am EST

1. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

2. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

3. The Misfits - Living Hell (2:54)

4. Cockfight Club - Hero (4:29)

5. Antitrust - Exit Stage Left (4:27)

6. DJ Genocyde Feat. Antitrust - Krush Bumper (0:20)


7. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

8. 6Bit - You Know What You Are (Ministry cover) (5:17)

9. Gravity Kills - Enough (4:16)

10. Murderdolls - Dawn of the Dead (3:43)

11. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

12. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

13. Def Leppard - Hysteria (5:54)

14. Bella Morte - My Heart Will Go On (4:37)

15. SiNDADDY - Rockthishaussremix (2:46)


16. Nine Inch Nails - March Of The Pigs (2:58)

17. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

18. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

19. Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine Fix (5:02)

20. kHz - It's Yours (2:47)

21. Megadeth - She Wolf (8:17)

22. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

23. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

24. Unter Null - Feed the lie (4:48)


25. Stabbing Westward - Shame (4:54)

26. The Dreaming - Let It Burn (3:20)

27. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

28. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

29. Concrete Blonde - Scene of a Perfect Crime (4:42)

30. Punish Yourself - Gay Boys in Bondage (4:01)

31. Y-Luk-O - respirator (4:55)

32. Alice Cooper - Poison (4:28)

33. KMFDM - Megalomaniac (Excessive Force) (6:12)


34. DJ Genocyde - The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)
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Angels Are Falling: The 6Bit Interview


6Bit is Nails(vox/amalgam), Gimp (guitars) and Justin (drum abuse)
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They've become one of the most played bands on The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 and many industrialites have fallen head over heels in love (or lust) with this band's sound. This small crew from Hurricane Rita-ravaged Abbeville have bared thier teeth and snarled at the world. It's a world of frustrations, venting anger, solemnity and an unapologetic middle finger to those who would oppose.

Their collective name is 6Bit and this machine is unstoppable.

They arrived on Sunday Night and we conducted a prerecorded interview, managing as best we could with the mics. Nails was the first to arrive at the steps. Tall, willowy and somewhat reserved, contrary to his musical persona, I was glad to finally meet him in person. There were five of them that arrived. Nails, Justin, their respective girlfriends and Gimp. We all piled into the bedroom that doubles as my studio and everyone got as comfy as they could, most of them piling onto the bed and Gimp preferring to stand.


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My co-host, Rayne, didn't ask much during the interview. I found that of all the people doing the talking, it was mostly down to Justin and myself. We'd all agreed not to go live that night, instead we opted for the recording. Better hype that way and much better in terms of sound.


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We talked about everything from their upcoming CD "First Period" to the legacy of abuse towards band members that have proven to be a hinderance. Anecdotes about the band's worst live disasters were shared and the interview had become more of a conversation.

Everyone's personality quirks were exploited in moments that were beyond hilarious. While the subject of Rita came up, we all made light of it by cracking jokes that included many sexually tilted remarks about Gimp's guitar being submerged in the floodwaters.

Justin had many wiseass remarks of his own to make and it only contributed to the intense humor that was flying at mach 9 and threatened to nearly never end. Gimp and Nails even took their shots here and there and each of the band members had gone into their own battles of wits with each other.


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Quite contrary to the image they present, they're not hostile. They're not aggressive. They're just three fun-loving, laid-back guys from the swamps of Louisiana with their own brand of bayou magick melded into their music.

At the moment, I'm currently editing the long tracks to exclude the outtakes that won't be featured...ever but the interview/conversation went wonderfully and, next to the Fred Brito Interview, I still consider it one of my best thus far.

The photos you've seen dispersed throughout this entire blog were taken that night, and, as you can see...it was anything but "conventional."

6Bit is currently looking for serious bassists and keyboardists. Anyone wishing to apply, contact them. Anyone wishing to check out their music that's already available for free, contact them. You can get it all from here:

http://www.myspace.com/6bit
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves

Five years...well, over that now. I've been working this shit job for over five years and, I swear, the abuse never stops.

This new warden isn't getting on my nerves, he's standing on it with both cleted feet. Let's go up against the laundry list of offenses thus far.

1. He comes in, telling us his life story...that's not the offense, really. What he'd done was he'd verbally established himself by telling us he'd back us up 100% and that he'd help us out. We were thinkin maybe there'd be some morale booster...even a show of confidence. Strike One.

2. This guy has done everything to take control of the place out of our hands. No lie. Can we still have some really rogue inmate locked down for stepping in our shit with both feet intentionally? No. Now, it had to become "The Kinder, Gentler D.O.C." Ok, I can make concessions for some things but when the guy you've given a direct order to literally tells you there's "No Chance In Hell" he's doing it and gives you the finger when you repeat that order? I think that's a show of defiance. Not according to this guy. It's not serious enough. Let's face it, in the orderly running of dorms or even the one cellblock we do have, I tend to overlook things that won't make a shit in the overall security of things but where it first really pissed me off was when I had to watch as my supervisors did nothing but "talk" to this guy and send him back, smirking at me. Goddamn Strike Two.

3. The Kinder, Gentler D.O.C.? My ass... This dude has come down on us like a month of Sundays. Before him, if you were late one time, you got a talking to. Sort of a "don't let that happen again" kinda thing. The second time...Letter Of Counselling that went in your jacket and stayed and you best believe you weren't late a third time or it was the (Employee Rule Violation Report) VR-1. I've had a few of those. Three to be exact. One I rightly deserved, one due to an "Act Of God" and the last one from stupidity on my part. Now, being late just the first time constitutes the harshest case scenario. Strike Three...but not out!

No, it gets better...stick around for so much more.

4. I'd been carrying the same lunchbox for months. Has band stickers all over it. It's adspace, it's part of the promo work I do and many of my fellow staff have been carrying shit with Dale Earnhardt and NASCAR and every backwoods pastime on it. His ruling after just seeing it? It had to go. I only wish I were kidding. His concern was that the stickers may offend someone. He didn't actually look at the damned thing...he just saw it...from across a rather large room. Strike Four.

5. Oh yeah, there's way more of the fun! If...just if...he chooses to brave going down the tiers in the only cellblock on the compound, he stays against the wall across from the cells. The inmates have to speak to him from there. Ok, so let me see if I'm straight on this. He's essentially handing the place to the inmates, taking the control of it from us, he's cracking down on us and he won't even go just outside of arm's reach of these inmates? He's scared? This guy has the captains, majors, lieutenant colonels and even a colonel piss-frightened of him and he's scared of the inmates? I have to take this guy seriously?

Remember that Eastwood flick called Heartbreak Ridge? Well, as far as I'm concerned there's gonna be a heart broken, possibly many, if this net radio/band management thing takes off.

In my last post I talked about working The Control Center...PseudoSolo Mission. Well the night after that proved to be Complete Solo Mission. That day the shift I was relieving had to spray one down after he got supremely unruly. We're talking violent, here, folks...this is what it comes to before we can do anything. The place is a powderkeg and all the aforementioned is what we're having to suffer. I swear, this is one guy that won't last.

Well, I went about my day, did the inventory on the restraints and all that other jazz after taking the count and totalling up the census (which took some checking and re-checking just to ensure I did it right.) After the inventory on that stuff was done, I'd opened up the locker containing our chemical agents and had just started on that inventory when I had to take yet another count. Time flies when you're actually hauling ass through a planet of paperwork.

I took it, checked it, cleared it, began paperwork for the night and blasted through a veritable Odin-sized amount of it, getting advice from Mikey about where to email it, which ones to print, how many copies of what to make, where did it go, etc. Spent hours doing this and spent hours sorting through it all. Finally, it was time to file it to whoever got the hard copy distribution.

Ok, my first night solo...didn't do too bad. Time to start the weekend.

Friday came and went. By Saturday Morning, I was beat. I went to bed, shutting the blinds to prevent the daylight from killing me and fell asleep. Thirty minutes later, the phone rings...it's work.

"Not again," I thought, "If they've had an escape, they can go fuck themselves and find him."

I didn't pick up until it stopped and then I checked the messages. They're always so damn ambiguous about what the hell the problem is.

I caved and called. They let me know that a small 2oz can of the spray was gone. Great.

I'd told them that the shift I'd relieved had used some to "calm" the unruly inmate in the block the Thursday before. They asked me if I'd checked the chemical locker.

We have just lost cabin pressure.

I hadn't finished. I'd completely forgotten.

After a brief exchange, we hung up. I tried to get some more sleep. Two hours later...phone rings again and this time I pick up. It's them again, telling me that now I need to come in. So I get dressed and go there.

Now, it's a bloody mess over this thing. They're unable to get in touch with people who may potentially have this thing and they're wanting a statement. Fine, great. So I write one thinkin, "here comes the L.O.C." That's the Letter Of Counselling I was telling ya about.

I could have only been so lucky.

VR-1 time.

Now, it's personal.

This is the warden's new game. The only thing he seems to have forgotten is, first, I can outwrite him and, second, I have a PR tool that can be used for good or evil.

I Am Damien's Path To The Dark Side.

After hours of this bullshit, what comes of it? The major recommends that it just go into my file, back to performance appraisal due to lack of experience. That's it. I think he likes me.

But that's the thing, isn't it? It's only a recommendation. It's not set in stone. It still has to go up the chain a little before it is and guess how I'm notified?

If your guess was by mail, you'd be right.

Last night, the one place I didn't want to be was in a spot where I could contemplate this crap. I'd just had a killer interview with 6Bit the night before, a gnarly show the Saturday Night before that and a few good movies in the in-between to take my mind off of it. In my boredom, I knew I'd go back to it and sit there, in the dark, really thinking on it.

I did just that and, as far as this newbie desk jockey is concerned, the kid gloves are off.

Henceforth, I'll be flying under the radar at work until I'm free and clear of that damned job and well into another one.

Once I'm done...Hell will seem like a vacation in the Bahamas by the time I'm through.

Whoever said "You Can't Fight City Hall" ain't met me. I might go down...that's a possibility. I guarantee only one thing, I'll be taking a piece of this as a souvenir.

"The Beatings Will Continue...Until Morale Improves!"

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KMFDM "Free Your Hate"
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Thursday, March 16, 2006

Esc/Ctrl


This Video Has Nothing To Do With The Following Entry But It Rocks...Enjoy!

Roll call has a tendency to sneak up on you in a place like the prison where I work. You know it's coming. Sometimes, you're tempted to just call in because you don't necessarily like where you're going to be working.

I wasn't looking forward to it. While my partner had been a real stand-up kinda person, she didn't exactly know how to volunteer information. Her training methods aren't the best, but I got most of what I needed to know, thankfully. Had to chase her a bit but I got it.

Last night was the first of two nights where I would work The Control Center...alone...solo mission. I've accomplished many things in my life. Teaching myself how to type after failing typing classes, teaching myself guitar basics after failing guitar instructional courses, teaching myself the hard way that dying wasn't exactly in my list of options of things to do and the biggest of them all, I think, turning a hobby into a business...I like them all but the real question is, could I teach myself what hadn't been taught to me?

After Roll Call was dispersed, I packed myself down to Control. This is the nerve center of the prison. With so many restraints, keys, tools, equipment, inmates, events and everything imagineable to keep up, it is the single most stressful job on the compound. It's a job few people want...and one even fewer people ever master. Those that do usually don't get any type of respect from their peers. Most tend to think that we're just desk/computer/data jockeys and they're right but the multifaceted eyes that Control Phreaks must be can be the one thing that causes some if not most of them to become assholes. Believe me when I tell you, we're only that way because we have found new respect for it and now, we do what we must to get the job done.

The shift starts with one person issuing restraints, radios, keys, tools and whatever else may be needed and making sure they're properly signed out by our shift and properly signed in by the outgoing shift as one does the ultimately stressful task of taking count. The issuing is easy, even in long lines but taking count means that you MUST be sure that everyone is present and accounted for. If they are not, recounts must be done and if the count does not clear within those first precious thirty minutes, then it can be safely assumed that an officer was not doing their job properly, one got away, or both.

The job of taking count was mine. The first time I'd done it, it took nearly twenty-five minutes to clear. The second, only fifteen. Yesterday, I got the bastard down to a flat-rate eight minutes. Then again, this time they were turning in counts that were definite and true. Now why can't they just do that every day? I'll never know. After that is the making of the new count sheet. This is what I'll be using for the whole night. It's a list of how many inmates are assigned to which areas and it's like a huge grid that we jot figures into. How many we have and where, how many are assigned to these locations, how many are physically present, so on and so forth. This is the biggest pain in the ass to keep track of but it's necessary.

Count shit aside comes the daily census (Which we do way earlier than we're supposed to) and it basically states what the count sheet and our daily log states...only it's more concise and your arithmetic must be precise or you and the computer will be having a brawl later on. That damned computer is always right and if you're off...it's not the computer...it's you.
Liken that to the Chuck Norris joke that, "If it smells, tastes, and looks like chicken but Chuck Norris says it's beef...then it's fucking beef!" Got all that? Good, next item.

There is the daily log, this is a record of everyone entering and exiting the compound and what times they did it, what happened on the compound, who did what at what time X amount of times with various tools and the often disasterous consequences thereof. It is our business to know your business. We know who you are, your phone number, where you sleep and, much to our chagrin, how many times you masturbate...and with which hand. No one is immune from us. Officers even fall under our close scrutiny. That call I get rousting me outta bed to tell me that there's an emergency trip for which I must brave daylight? That's Control. That phone call asking me where something is when it damned well should be where it belongs? That's Control. See the pattern? This is the All-Seeing Eye of our small institution.
Then there are the forms to email, rosters to print, the institutional counts to email, hundreds of emails to look at and send and receive and then forms to copy in multicate and distribute amongst the mailboxes up front. More issues, trips to call in, the various assortment of beepers that get activated and most assuredly, an inventory of a multigalaxy assortment of handcuffs, legirons, waistchains, keys, screams, laughs and mosquito farts to keep track of. This is not for the faint or weak of mind. You must be hardcore and focused. This is where it ends and begins...it's The Great Conjunction...and it's only for those who can handle the stresses of it.

Being a smoker doesn't help in the matter. I can't smoke in there. With no one else present, I can't just step outside which means my hands must be kept busy at all times or I'll go berzerk like something out of a story of a barbarian raiding party on an insane rampage. No one will be safe from my wrath if this is the case. During a 12-hour shift, this is an endurance trial and I passed having only had two cigarettes from start to finish.

Having people who are no-bullshit, willing to come in to talk to you, help you take care of little problems here and there and even give you that occasional smoke or piss break helps too.

Now, you ask yourselves if this Orwellian and often Draconian aspect of the job bothers me. No....why? Because we knocked out the work and spent most of the night fucking off. From Melica telling us about her child stomping her husband in the nuts to Mikey ripping farts Taco Bell style and thereby leaving me stranded breathing the fumes, The night went quickly. I'd hardly noticed the passing of an hour. I didn't get sleepy. I'm not tired now.

I need to sleep though...soon, it will be time to go at it again.

And I'm sick enough to take this kinda thing.
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Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Playlist For 3/15/06






Here's Ya Button For Winamp...Tune In, Rock Out!!




Here's Ya Button To The Microsite...Tune In, Rock Out!!


Tonight, Lost Souls, Harshrealm, Descendents Of Cain and Slayv Axis Premier!!! Plus DJ Rayne Hammers Lord Genocyde With Cheap Shots! Tune In, Amp Up, Get Down, Rock Out!!!




The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 3/15/06

2:00am - 4:00am EST

1. The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 (Faith And The Muse - Cantus) (6:42)

2. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

3. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

4. Lost Souls - Skinstripped (4:07)

5. Hatebreed - I will be heard (2:58)

6. Curse Icon - Falling Away (3:57)


7. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

8. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

9. Descendents Of Cain - Age Of Icons (4:52)

10. Slayv Axis - Vampyre (Terrorfakt Mix) (3:56)

11. Harshrealm - strange days (1:43)

12. DJ Genocyde Feat. Antitrust - Krush Bumper (0:20)

13. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

14. The Unknownn vs. DJ Heavygrinder - Get It (2:30)

15. Concrete Blonde - Close to Home (3:32)


16. Seduced by Suicide - The death of my life (3:54)

17. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

18. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

19. Celldweller - The Last Firstborn (7:41)

20. Gasr - Conspiracy (4:50)

21. The Gemini Ritual - Heroine (Suicide) (5:10)

22. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

23. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

24. Apoptygma Berzerk - Until the end of the World (al (5:52)


25. Lexincrypt - Dead By Morning (6:31)

26. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

27. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

28. alice in chains - man in the box (4:46)

29. Godsmack - Now Or Never (5:06)

30. i:scintilla - scin (4:21)

31. KMFDM - Dogma (4:06)

32. DJ Genocyde - The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)
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Thursday, March 09, 2006

Playlist for 3/10/06






Here's Ya Button For Winamp...Tune In, Rock Out!!




Here's Ya Button To The Microsite...Tune In, Rock Out!!


On The Genocydal Empyre v2.0, Lisa Gives Us West Memphis Three History! More Segments From The Antitrust Interview! And DJ Rayne Finally Joins For Co-Hosting! Tune In, Amp Up, Get Down, Rock Out!!!




The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 3/10/06

12:00am - 2:00am EST

1. The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 (Faith And The Muse - Cantus) (6:42)

2. DJ Genocyde - The Genocydal March (0:42)

3. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

4. Antitrust - 05 Interview Segment (Talkin About East Coast Bands) (8:18)

5. Antitrust - Trust (3:55)

6. T3CHN0PH0B1A - I.N.R.I. [In Necro Reality Interactive] (4:31)


7. SiNDADDY - The Payoff (Mashup) (2:36)

8. Gasr - Conspiracy (4:50)

9. 6Bit - Slain (Ripe Tomatoes) (7:52)

10. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

11. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

12. REGENERATOR - APNEA (5:35)

13. Static-X - Bled For Days (3:47)

14. The Mercy Cage - Hymn_01 (4:48)

15. The Gemini Ritual - Lovesong (4:24)


16. System Of A Down - B.Y.O.B. (4:15)

17. DJ Genocyde Feat. Antitrust - Krush Bumper (0:20)

18. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

19. Infernosounds - Creature Of The Night (Highbeat Remix) (4:25)

20. Punish Yourself - Gay Boys in Bondage (4:01)

21. Immaculate Deception - Insanity (5:06)

22. Bio-Mechanical Degeneration - Virus (Infected Mix) (5:50)

23. Immune System (ft. Zephyrael) - Quitter (3:12)

24. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)


25. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

26. kHz - Broken (What Could've Been) (3:37)

27. EXIT 11 - SPITE and JEALOUSY (3:36)

28. Dr. Steel - Fibonacci Sequence (2:20)

29. KMFDM - wwiii (4:58)

30. DJ Genocyde - The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)
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Friday, March 03, 2006

The Genocydal Empyre v2.0....With Crew!


Get Ready For More Rock Than A Crackhouse...And It's Legal!!!! Posted by Picasa


Today's the day....CREW! Finally! I've got crew!

Ok, actually, I lie. I've HAD crew but this one won't be looming around behind the scenes. Nope, she'll be right in the forefront with me. Her name's Stacy (aka DJ Rayne) and I've known her for 11 years or so. I've known her since she was 12 and every passing year of that friendship has had lots of ups, a few downs but mostly it's rocked.

Maine has been nothing but trouble for her. So-called friends dicking her around (when Genocyde has a shit day, you know why) and people she's done so much for just basically telling her to fuck off...well, what else did I do? I'm a lonely half-life. While you may not think it to look at me it's true. Here in this town there are people who simply detest my existence. That's fine by me but it's a real bummer because when you get right down to it, there's just nothing to fraggin do in this town. Nothing to do unless your intention is to go to bars night after night, get loaded and watch the most blissfully ignorant people sit around, drunkenly telling thier personal war stories. Let's face it, that's depressing. It's why I love my cats so much.

There's Zeph and Lycan but damned if they're not day people. Other than that, not really many in the way of friends here. Not many know this but living alone with only my cats...it was driving me to the depths of insanity. Sure, the computer was here and plenty of Creatures O' The Night as well as Crew to talk to but let's face it. I'm still somewhat human and some of that nature stuff still lurks within me. I like getting out on occasion. I like going for walks, checking out the new music that's come in and just basically taking in some fresh air. Bottom Line: I don't like spending my every waking moment on this thing.

With a friend in trouble and no one where she was to really turn to and trust, I did the only thing I know to do, kill two birds with one stone. I could alleviate some of this lonliness by having a companion...a night person like myself, and at the same time, I could give her a place away from all that crap. I offered her a place to stay with me. I'd do it for anyone to be honest. With her, me, Lycan, Zeph, and their kids living here, I'm maxed for room. Now, maybe I won't have to be online so much just to have someone to stinkin talk to.

I have to say this for the rest of my crew. Cerny, Bunny, Aldreal, Autumn, Zeph, Lycan, Bara, Pet, and even VM (sorry if I left anyone out but I've been up all night with my brain taxed to shit and on top of that there's no prospect of sleep until possibly late this afternoon) they've all been great. Even though some of them have their own shows, their advice and even hanging in there and dealing with my constant Impyrial Sized Bullshit has been amazing. Some found they couldn't take it and I don't blame them. I'd walk on me too if I'd acted like that to me. There are even days when I'd say, "Just quit being a prick and pull your head outta your ass!" to me but the truth is when it comes down to the bareknuckled and nasty...they have been the gnarliest. Everyone and I mean every goddamned one of them is going on the Official Website when it's up and running and each of them will get their props outta this deal. Damn right.

I wish I could honestly count everyone in the vast and growing audience and put them on the page, they're crew as well. They provide the feedback, they stay for long hours. They scream cheers when their World Of Warcraft faction kicks the other's asses because my music charged them up and pushed them on...all pyrrhic victories aside.

Then there's DJ Rayne. Some of you have seen the pics of the setup (scroll below) and you've heard about the massive upgrades to the machine...why were there two mics? Why were there two sets of headphones? Co-host baby!

I'm sick and tired of The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 always being about me. It's about time that everyone involved got thiers. I'm gonna stagnate if it's just me. Same old dick and fart jokes, same old ranting and raving and carrying on about the conspiracy to brainwash the masses into submission by essentially bending their will to ultimately make us police each other...David Icke's prison without the bars, so to speak. No, I need something fresh, exciting and an unpredictable element and a co-host would do just that. Once I get this thing running well enough, a couple of Skype-hosts may be in order. It might even be you someday. Got what it takes?

The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 has always been spontaneous, unruly, uncensored, unapologetic and unflinchingly real. Slowly, over time I've noticed the trend and I need new ideas. Merchandising was just one of those ideas but now, I'm looking down a path that offers no quarter and asks for none. This is an ominous assignment with extreme overtones of personal danger. It's an affirmation of everything right and true in the National Character; a gross mental salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this nation...but only for those with true grit. And we are chock full of that, man!

Once World Rock Radio goes full tilt, I expect the show to be bigger, louder, and more insane than any before and damned well any after it.

I started doing this on March 28th of last year. I made compromises. Compromises to my show and my own integrity, not truly knowing what it was upon which I was sitting. I regret making those compromises but I do not regret taking the final stand and telling that shit stain of a DJ/Station Manager to go get fucked.

This was a hobby at first. Now it's a machine...and it's motion is perpetual....unstoppable. Goddammit, I love every second. When I'm tired, I fake the energy. Most can never tell the difference but I'll tell you this, if you can't tell....believe it. Just hit play and enjoy the ride. You won't get it anywhere else. I give to you, my loyal listeners and readers and subjects.

In the future, I hope I'm able to give more back.

Rocking In The Police States Of Amerika,
DJ Genocyde