Monday, March 19, 2012

sxsw 2012 show wrap up

had a pretty great time.  saw a lot of friends.  rocked 3 shows, 2 of which were great, 1 of which was very frustrating.  so:

pitchfork show:

great time.  first show doing new stuff.  the homies exquire, despot and killer mike all jumped up and rocked with me.  staff was pro and friendly.  crowd was great and responsive. good shit.  heres a few flics from that:

biz 3 showcase:

biz3 is an amazing company with an equally amazing staff of people i consider great allies/friends.  that said they were fighting an uphill battle with the staff/production people at the particular venue they had to do their show at.  by the time we got on the shit pretty much hit the fan.  for the first 3 songs of the set we had NO sound on stage.  as we desperately tried to hear our voices we repeatedly waved our desperate hands at the monitor guys who were... wait for it... reading books.  by the time we got our sound on we had gone through 2.5 songs belting as loud as we could and were wiped out.  then, in the middle of deepspace 9mm, which was at the 20 minute mark of a 30 minute set, all our power was turned off.  no warning.  get off stage, assholes your time is up.  needless to say it was a huge bummer of a show for us and theres no way it came off anyway close to how we wanted it to.  my apologies to anyone who only caught that 1 show of ours.  that shit tore me up and infuriated me beyond belief.  big shout to the production manager who literally ran away.  trust me when i say that was the right move.  

thrasher/converse/santos party hause:

redemption!  absolutely bonkers night, and even more insane set.  every from das racist to ex to busdriver  and despot plus many more jumped on stage with us.  the energy was incredible, the sound on stage perfect... the staff was awesome and helpful and crowd was amazing.  i feel like its safe to say we completely destroyed.  thanks to everyone there for a great time.  oh yeah... then willie d and scarface got on.  yes.

whole shit was overall amazing.  thanks for the love.

love, el

Friday, March 9, 2012


got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie, walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse,
prolly, got me, on a radar with a dot these, watching, plotting minions of the lower god scene,
shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging I'm a rocky, run a hundred a mile before my coffee,
shitty little sick kid, the Gippers hitting for dolo now I'm rarified, signal lit verified bossy, 
fuck your droid noise, void boys 'noid ploy,
oi oi, i'll rugby kick the shit out your groin boy 
oi ve, the slayers of your harmony porn life, throat fuck your lucky day the flight of a torn kite
holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server, fit a Heartz with a burner, whip to the church of  murder sermon,
just a cassandra too drained to painfully word it further 
future of a gerbil up ass of masochist thats my word up,

so you should pump this shit like they do in the future

pump this shit,
in your floating whip system
pump this shit,
in the bread line, the prison,
pump this shit,
from the chip under your wrist skin,

I am sam, i am known to go H.A.M., the full retard
playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Beamer,
either, etherlicious or rebel yelling the theme of
son of forgotten freedom, rebel ariba riba
metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dream a, 
your polluted house speaker, leader
yes indeed a, dawn of the dirt and doom  draws nearer,
here's a mirror mirror to peer, fear grows clearer,
steer a, path away from the panic of our era, 
pyramided ocular, unlided insignia
weirder heres another burner born and big in ya
sector, rectified and fly sound selector,
I'm a, fucking ill, trill, kill at will etc.,
brooklyn to the basic DNA math measurer,
better leave the lion alone do not pet him he'll
fuck start your burp hole, jet in burgundy pleather

so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future

where harmony and love reign
no longer do we live in a society bent on it's own destruction
children of every race, creed and religion frollick through fields 
of golden dandelions

those who know lust trust the flow is disgust touch, producto back rap rush, you'll notice the lad crush.
im potent, intact, a black hearted and lunged up, 
tarded and touched plus designer of funk rust, 
oh el is back on that shit, huh? that Paincave Kid talk, at the end of the painbow, the permanant stain bop, 
maligning my name will holy ark up your squads face, viewers of the divine rage  learn to worship the hard way,
you get it? i don't fade, just float where the poem slays, at home with a roach hazed, alone or with hoes great, 
i called but got a tone better boat out the borough post haste,