I Said I’m a Guitar Nerd, I Didn’t Say I’m Good

Welcome to my studio! Or at least the part of the basement that my wife lets me keep all of my gear in. I’ve got a lot of cool stuff down. Feel free to take a look around. You’ll probably notice I’m a total guitar nerd. Go ahead, ask me anything about it! I’m sorry, what’d you ask? You want to hear me shred? Um, look, I said I’m a guitar nerd. I didn’t say I’m good.

I see you looking over my shoulder here. Yep, that’s the real deal. This guitar was actually hand-made by Les Paul himself. And it features a totally custom, one-of-a-kind paint job. It’s a real beauty. I don’t even want to tell you how much it costs… Whoa, whoa, don’t go picking it up! I don’t need your grubby fingerprints all over it. I’m sure you want to hear it, but just trust me. The thick searing sound is unmatched. The one time I played it, you’ve never heard the chorus of Everlong played on repeat with such a rich tone.

Why don’t you take a look over here instead? You’ve gotta see my isolation box. I custom-built it to perfectly fit my 1960 Vox AC15 Twin amp. Then I wired it all up, and I ran these pure gold cables into my vintage rack-mounted interface. It’s like a tiny Sound City, but even better because it’s totally unsullied. And as soon as I write my masterpiece, you can imagine the recording is going to sound incredible.

Have you seen my pedal board? Check out this baby. That’s a Klon. I found it for $20,000 on Reverb. One of the very few left in the world. The craftsmanship is pristine. You should see the germanium diodes and the soldering. Well, I haven’t actually seen them. I would never open it up. Also, the components are covered in epoxy resin. But you could imagine what it would be like. And it works like a charm. Truly the way the low E string on ‘Smoke on the Water’ was meant to sound.

Alright, let’s head back upstairs. We can take a look at my Magic card collection. Whoa, I said LOOK at my Magic cards. I don’t even want to know how much value these babies could lose if you smudge up that second sleeve.

Review: Fiddlehead “Springtime and Blind”

This week we took a look at post-hardcore supergroup Fiddlehead’s first full-length album “Springtime and Blind,” which the band wrote over the span of three months they spent snowed in at an isolated cabin in an uncharted area of haunted wilderness.

Details as to how the band arrived at the cabin are suspect. Several experienced mountain men claim to have seen a group of hardcore statesmen traveling via moose back through the dense forest days before the snowstorm swept the area. All that is known for certain is that once arriving at the cabin there was no going back.

Tracks from the album describe countless, creepy and cerebral aspects of being blizzarded into a small wooden room surrounded by ghosts.

The lead-off track, “The Walls Bleed Always,” apparently describes a red, molasses-like substance that constantly poured from the ceiling edges. Blood perhaps? They seemed to believe so, and tasted it several times to be sure.

Then the album moves into the slower ballads “A Weird Shadow Constantly Circles Outside” and “We’re Pretty Sure the Bass Player Is Possessed by a Succubus.” More than any others on the album, these tracks illustrate the indie side of the band, eschewing the more post-hardcore elements of their songwriting for hushed vocals about how “if we stay away from the windows it won’t know we’re in here,” and the sounds of an eerie, Victorian doll humming hauntingly after the band locked it inside a toy chest.

But the stand-out track from the record has to be the blistering anthem “Skeletons! There are Skeletons Coming Up From Under the Floorboards!” which showcases some of the band’s best use of layered vocals through nearly eleven minutes of prolonged screaming followed by a sudden cut to silence which lasts another eleven minutes.

Overall, “Springtime and Blind” is a comprehensive look into what life overwintering in a haunted cabin can do to a band’s psyches. Also, we wish the members of Fiddlehead the best as they all remain under intensive psychiatric care.

Score: 10 out of 10 Skeletons! More Skeletons!

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Tim Armstrong Has Ribs Removed So He Can Reach His Own Guitar Knobs

LOS ANGELES — Rancid frontman Tim Armstrong recently underwent elective surgery to remove several ribs that long prevented him from reaching the knobs on his distinctively low-slung guitar, confirmed several sources with very different opinions about which Rancid album is the best one.

“It feels like an enormous weight has been lifted. I can’t believe how long I’ve been playing this way. Just think about how great our Op Ivy stuff would’ve sounded if I’d just been able to switch pickups and dial back the treble,” said Armstong. “Looking back on all those years when I would holler at the crowd to ‘pick it up’ I see that it was a veiled cry for help—but now I can reach all the way down by myself. I like it so much that I’ll be locking myself in my room for the next several weeks to reach those knobs.”

Rancid bassist and long-time collaborator Matt Freeman believed Armstrong might’ve gone too far.

“I think it’s weird, even a little depraved. I mean, couldn’t he just let a roadie jack him in and fiddle with his knobs like a normal musician?” said Freeman. “Takes all kinds, I guess. Personally, I get a ton of grief for playing responsibly with a pick instead of slapping it like all of the old school raw doggers out there, but you know what, not everyone has had the benefit of California’s progressive music education curriculum. I also find it helps me last longer on stage—and in over 40 years of playing some of the sketchiest venues you can imagine, I can proudly say that I’ve never caught a yeast infection.”

The surgeon who performed Armstrong’s operation concluded that the medical procedure was pretty much the only solution to his patient’s problem.

“Mr. Armstrong is recovering as well as we could hope. He initially reported some blurry vision, but saw nothing wrong, which is always an encouraging sign,” said Dr. Aaron Mew. “Make no mistake, we explored every available option to treat his unique condition, ranging from experimental tone and volume pedals to simply adjusting his guitar strap, but ultimately concluded that a risky, invasive operation was the only viable solution for Tim Timebomb to play his signature Gretsch as comically low to the ground as he goddamn pleases.”

At press time, Armstrong checked back into the hospital to undergo emergency spine surgery due to complications arising from the weight of his out-of-control beard.

Dad Going to Go Ahead and Read Entire Van Halen Wikipedia Page Out Loud at Dinner

SACRAMENTO, Calif. — Local patriarch and casual Van Halen fan Steven Kaufman treated his extended family to a thorough read-through of the band’s entire Wikipedia page during dinner, bored sources confirmed.

“I never knew the Van Halen brothers were born in Amsterdam!” exclaimed Mr. Kaufman while treating himself to a second helping of green bean casserole. “You know, I went to Amsterdam once on a business trip back in ‘85. And I know what you’re thinking, but the answer is no, I did not. I thought my family would like to know that it was the ‘1984’ record that contained the hit ‘Jump,’ not ‘OU812’ like I always thought. My children seemed especially impressed when I read the part of the Wikipedia entry that detailed the M&M tour rider that demanded the brown ones be separated. It amazes me how much you can learn about music history while having dinner with family.”

Jennifer Kaufman discovered her own ways to avoid engaging with her father during his Wikipedia soliloquies.

“I usually just tune him out,” sighed the middle daughter, waiting in vain for her father to pass the gravy while he finished the section on the Sammy Hagar era. “But it was either that or listen to my older brother’s high school football stories, or Uncle Darryl’s conspiracy theories about how they’re putting too much estrogen in the tap water. I mean, my father literally missed my youngest brother’s graduation because he got caught up trading paragraphs about Aerosmith with another dad outside the auditorium. This honestly might be the last straw.”

Family therapist Helena Daniels explains how this sort of behavior is indicative of a larger issue.

“While on the surface it may appear to be dissociation through mindless Wikipedia usage, all of my research points to older males using this as a deliberate strategy to avoid losing control over a conversation’s direction,” continued Daniels. “Most of the time they’re just re-reading information they already know to themselves, but my research subjects combine this with the obvious love of hearing one’s voice out loud, a truly terrifying phenomenon when repeated in social settings. It’s still unclear why they focus all their attention on bands that popped 30 to 40 years ago.”

At press time, Kaufman had accidentally clicked a link to the AC/DC page, to everyone’s horror.

I’m Going To Win Over My Family’s Love and Affection One “Pay What You Want” Bandcamp Link to My Grindcore Band’s Demo at a Time

All my life, I’ve felt like I’ve been a huge disappointment to my parents, and everyone else in my family. I feel like I’m the outcast, the forgotten son with an alcohol and VHS hoarding problem, the classic black sheep story. But this holiday season, with the help of Bandcamp and my band Septic Dunk Tank, I’m going to achieve the level of love and admiration of my family I deserve once and for all.

I can see the look on their faces now! They’ll say, “Our boy has finally done it! He’s put out a modern-day masterpiece of horror movie-influenced, b-movie sample-packed grindcore and he’s willing to let us, the ones closest to him, name OUR OWN price for it.”

I’m pretty sure that’s about as good as it gets as far as the perks of being related to a musician go.

Sure, my oldest brother Ricky has given my parents 2 healthy grandchildren, rejuvenating life back into their lives and existence, and my big-shot younger brother Bill has gone on to become regional manager of a chain of Tully’s restaurants in upstate New York, but one thing they cannot do is give them the gift of grind at a reasonable price. Or if they choose, no. Price. At. All.

Lately, my parents have given me the impression they aren’t totally on board with my choice to live off my band alone, but once they actually hear what we created in their garage that one Saturday, I’m sure all that’ll change. I just want them to love me for being a sick horror grind freak. But I will admit, making my dad regret screaming at us to shut up while recording that demo will be sort of a sweet feeling.

I know most of my family doesn’t really “get” the whole Septic Dunk Tank thing, and I get that. But I think when they hear what I’ve done with the help of my buds Scabb and Sico Nick, and especially at such a generous price, I’ll no longer be viewed as the unlovable loser I am now.

We Interviewed Rave Culture Icon the Cat in the Hat

Rave culture: the annoying byproduct we all have to deal with so that New Order can exist. Still, there are certain touchstones to emerge from the scene which we at The Hard Times feel obligated to acknowledge. So we sat down with Theodor Geisel’s fictional feline, The Cat In the Hat.

Mostly we just wanted to know why everyone wore that stupid hat.

Hard Times: Thank you for taking the time to speak with us Mr. In the Hat.

Cat In the Hat: Huh. Yeah, sure. Can I have a glass of water?

Fine. You’ve been a massive influence on the rave scene from its earliest days. Is there something specific you can attribute that to?

You mean, besides the hat?

Yes. Something other than the hat.

Well I’m not really proud of this, but I was the one who first introduced ecstasy into those first electronica clubs. 

Really? You did that?

Of course. Man I was a real mess back in those days.

Oh yeah! It must have been a real wild time. 

Oh sure. I’d spend my nights flopping around in my tall striped hat and my crazy big bow tie.

Sick!

But then by day, I’d be so sleep deprived and dehydrated that I just end up crashing at random houses and causing chaos. Sweet Jesus! Sometimes there were children around and they’d get caught up in the whole thing. It was dark, I tell ya. Really dark.

Right. Sure. Sounds like a bummer. So anyway, what’s with the hat?

You didn’t actually listen to what I just said, did you?

What? No yeah we uh, you’re sober. Cool. What made you hit bottom? And id it involve the hat? 

It was 2008, I was at a Schoolastic Fair book signing in Atlanta with Nancy Drew. Out of nowhere she turns to me and says “I bet I could snort your furry ass under the table. Most of that weekend is a blur now but the ambulance bills confirmed I burned through 4 of my nine lives in two days. 

Speaking of numbers, are you still close with Thing 1 and Thing 2? 

Oh boy, uh, no, I had to cut ties with the Things. I’ll always love those guys but the dynamic we had just wasn’t healthy. Never mix kink play with mescalin kids. 

Well it’s great to see you healthier these days, and you have a book of your own coming out don’t you?

Yes Sir, it’s called “The Cat in the Hat Knows a Lot About Jack: A Memoir of Hubris and Destruction.” 

You wouldn’t happen to still have an E hookup would you? Our guy got shot at Burning Man last year.

(Exasperated sigh) …alright. Follow me to my car.

Municipal Waste Fan Excited to Learn There’s Also Band With That Name

MINNEAPOLIS — Lifelong municipal waste enthusiast Rex Grunderson was overjoyed when recently discovered that there’s also a band with that name, sources confirmed at the Hennepin County Dump on Tuesday.

“Finally, the mainstream music industry is showing an interest in biomedical waste, discarded food, and construction debris…it’s about damn time!” shouted Grunderson while sifting through rusty pipes at a local scrapyard. “I’ve been obsessed with other people’s junk my whole life, so you can imagine how excited I was when some old guy under a highway overpass told me that there’s a band called Municipal Waste. I just hope they play my favorite genre of music, adult contemporary jazz.”

Municipal Waste, a thrash metal band from Richmond, Virginia, has apparently gained many misguided fans in this fashion over the years.

“Yeah, they show up at our concerts dragging trash cans and pushing shopping carts full of old car parts,” explained frontman Tony Foresta while purchasing a 12-pack of boogie boards. “They mean well, but they smell like shit, even by the standards of a metal show. And they sure as hell don’t buy any merch. Honestly, it’s our own fault for pigeonholing ourselves as a ‘garbage’ band. We never should’ve played the 2017 Sewage Treatment Festival with Trash Talk and Biohazard. The money was just too good, though.”

Grunderson may not be the only dumpster-diver drawn to Municipal Waste because of their name, but sources close to him confirm that he has a history of making similar mistakes.

“Dumping Rex was the best decision I ever made,” noted ex-girlfriend Anaya Chaudhary, while vacuuming under her couch cushions. “It’s been six months and I’m still cleaning up after his grimy ass. But yeah, he doesn’t know anything about music because he’s too busy scavenging landfills. When it comes to bands he just bases everything off the name and then claims to be a fan of them. Let’s just say he got into Pissed Jeans and Diarrhea Planet for all the wrong reasons.”

As of press time, Grunderson was headed back to the highway overpass to get more music recommendations and maybe pick up a hubcap or two.

Spilled CBD Oil Tanker Leaves Miles Of Marine Life Unsure If They Feel Any Different

LAKE CHARLES, La. — An oil tanker owned by ExxonCBD carrying over a million gallons of cannabidiol tipped over spilling its cargo everywhere causing numerous species of fish to struggle to figure out if they notice any changes.

“This oil spill has really destroyed our home… I think? Because of this carelessness, I am left feeling very relaxed. I don’t know really. Maybe I need to swim around in the oil slick for a few more minutes in order to feel something,” said one of the whales currently chilling in the spill zone. “Maybe we gotta wait a little while longer or something. I’m not buzzed or anything. The 400 pounds of herring I ate earlier digested much smoother than normal, but there are several factors that could have affected that. I mean I’ve had a lingering pain in my dorsal ridge that feels pretty good right now, so maybe the oil is helping with that.”

Several environmentalists traveled to the accident to help as much as could possibly be done including Jennifer Peterson.

“It’s time the billionaires of CBD take responsibility for their actions. This is a terrible travesty that is causing confusion within most of the marine life, ” said Peterson while trying to bottle some of the spilled oil. “Our volunteer crew has been working around the clock asking fish about their anxiety levels before and after the accident. With any luck, we will be able to figure out if the CBD is actually working. The poor creatures just can’t figure it out. Could you imagine if something with THC polluted the area too? Then they might actually feel something for sure.”

Suzanne Cheney, CEO of ExxonCBD issued a statement later in the evening.

“We here at ExxonCBD care about the planet and assure you we do everything we can to prevent future catastrophes,” said Cheney. “Yes a small spill happened, but we believe CBD oil has benefits for all species. We will do our best to help fund the clean-up effort but our main priority is hiring sober-minded security guards to keep any white people with dreadlocks from approaching the spill site and trying to get free product.”

ExxonCBD also made headlines earlier this year after they were caught bribing politicians to allow drilling for an EPA-protected Sticky Icky Kush endangered only to Woody Harrelson’s closet.

The Next Supreme Court Justice? This Geriatric Man Doesn’t Give A Shit About My Crippling Student Loans

Wow, I am truly starstruck. I was walking around my local Stop & Shop a few weeks ago and ran into a person I’m pretty sure could be the next Supreme Court Justice of the United States.

He was a 70-something white guy with ill-fitting dentures and a confused look on his face that read, “I don’t know where the peanut butter is.” But you know what REALLY made me think he could serve on the highest court in the country? His total disregard for America’s student debt crisis!

“When I was your age, I paid for my bachelor’s and law degrees by working at a grocery store just like this one,” he said unprompted as I tried to slide by his cart, which was blocking the entire aisle. “I cut costs, unlike your generation. Me and my lousy hippie roommate had to split our half-dollar pack of cigarettes so we could afford to buy a dozen eggs for 97 cents, but we never complained. That’s America folks.”

When I told this man softly that I’d have to work more than six times as many hours as he did in the 1970s to pay off my undergraduate degree, I could have sworn I was talking to Clarence Thomas himself!

But the biggest deja vu moment when this man really proved he could be a genuine Chief Justice came when I was checking out. I was about to hand the cashier my discount card to receive the discounts the store had advertised, and he walked right up and swatted it out of my hand! Then he pontificated some shit that didn’t make a lick of sense, I just remember hearing the word “bootstraps” a lot.

He then walked right out of the store with a full cart of groceries he didn’t pay for. Amazing! It was so exciting to meet someone who could very well spend the rest of his sun-downing years making decisions that affect all of us, unobstructed by any means of challenge. So much so that I almost forgot I owe $84,029 in federal student loans, plus interest. Almost.

Convicted Oath Keepers Plead With Judge to Let Them Catch Just One Metallica, Pantera Tour Date

WASHINGTON — Members of the far-right militia group “The Oath Keepers” pleaded with a federal judge to let them attend just one date of the recently announced Metallica and Pantera tour before being jailed for participating in seditious activities during the January 6th insurrection, several angry white sources confirmed.

“Well, that figures. A federal court convicts me for being a loyal patriot, now I’m most likely going to miss the best tour any metal fan could ask for,” Oath Keeper founding member Stewart Rhodes angrily explained. “I got into my biggest drunken fistfights at those concerts in the past. And now I’m probably going to miss out on all the debauchery just because I had to partake in a lousy insurrection. All I have to say is Donald Trump better bail me out to catch this show. After all, it’s his fault I’m in this fucking mess.”

US district judge Amit Mehta weighed in on the possibility of granting the extreme militia members a hall pass to see the Walmart of metal tours.

“First of all, the treasonist atrocities committed by the Oath Keepers on January 6th are shameful and downright dangerous,” Judge Mehta said with a stern demeanor. “But not as shameful and hazardous as Pantera without the Abbot brothers. My objections aside, I am contemplating granting Rhodes’ request to see the tour under a few conditions: each Oath Keeper needs to be surrounded by armed guards, no buying of merch, no alcohol consumption, and absolutely NO indoctrinating anyone under any circumstance. I hope they don’t make me regret this.”

Famed drummer and unofficial spokesperson for Metallica, Lars Ulrich, expressed his thoughts about the convicts’ request.

“Listen, I don’t condone anything the Oath Keepers stand for,” Ulrich said while tuning his solid gold snare drum. “But their money is still good to us. It takes a lot of cash to keep a machine like Metallica running. And to anyone who might think it’s ‘dangerous’ or ‘irresponsibly stupid’ to allow members of a vocal and heavily armed right-wing militia to attend your stadium show, at $550 dollars a pop, it would be stupid not to.”

At press time, Rhodes made a request to the judge to allow him to eat at his favorite casino buffet before being sent to prison.

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