Last night's show was interesting. I'd been recovering from a long evening out with the Machine Elves the night before and vomited through my nose. NOT sexy.
I got to the venue late, but the place was pretty empty. The sound has greatly improved there, and it was a nice change of pace to be able to hear myself. I was shocked my voice held up from a full seven hours of vomiting. It was gross.
We were recording the set for our entertainment lawyer and some potential investors, which was comical, because the house drum set kept falling apart between each song, cutting everything in half. Very Spinal Tap. At one point, his tom rolled away and off stage!
After we finished our set, we indulged in large amounts of meat, and I made a french fry forest. Pictures will be up soon courtesy of new buddy, J. Haag.
Blackey Deathproof
Click Here for Official Website!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Last night was pretty eventful. VERY long day at work and a rather silly lunch break with Mick Royal, Bianca D'agger, and Matilda watching one of those cake building shows on the food network. I met up with new friend/photography Ely Kay who shot our band Thursday night at the sugar and spikes beauty pageant, and we went to Long Island to meet up meet with my band members at a roller skating rink in Bethpage to watch other friend C Roll kick some serious behind in roller derby. Afterwards we all went down to Jugs in Merrick for Judas Priestess's two year anniversary show. They played awesome and we all rocked out to some sweet tunes afterwards with man myth and legend, Donnie Albertini who is an expert with a juke box. Being up and about for the past few nights and not getting a lick of sleep has been kicked me pretty hard. Tried so hard to hit the sack relatively early....but that didn’t work out. Poop!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Blackey DeathProof...and tales of rockin' till a resonable hour
Saturday night in A.C. was awesome minus destroying my phone. Beer cakes were a success. Pictures of said cakes are up on Facebook. All bands performed really well. The Hard Way kicked ass during their set. Bridge was closed on Sunday for a marathon, so the band left, and I stayed behind to enjoy a full day of eating, sleeping, and riding a motorcycle. All in all: Excellent!
Monday, work was boring, but I had an interview with Yam Magazine with a Swedish interviewer named Lisa, who was a soul singer. I plan to check out one of her performances one of these Mondays. After work, hung out with the gloriously talented Mick Royale and his beautiful lady, Bianca D'Agger. Ate some meatballs that were superb. Then, we ventured to Arlene's Grocery to check out Ten Ton Mojo, a raucous romp through all the best parts of 70s stadium rock, 80s thrash, and modern rock 'n' roll.
Thank you, goodnight!
Monday, work was boring, but I had an interview with Yam Magazine with a Swedish interviewer named Lisa, who was a soul singer. I plan to check out one of her performances one of these Mondays. After work, hung out with the gloriously talented Mick Royale and his beautiful lady, Bianca D'Agger. Ate some meatballs that were superb. Then, we ventured to Arlene's Grocery to check out Ten Ton Mojo, a raucous romp through all the best parts of 70s stadium rock, 80s thrash, and modern rock 'n' roll.
Thank you, goodnight!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The very \m/etal domestication of Blackey "Crocker" DeathProof
This evening was fun! Challenging, but fun.
My goal for the day besides some pretty cool band meetings was to make birthday cakes for our friends Anthony Ventura and Mike Kelly (The Hard Way) for this Saturday night in Atlantic City. The Event is being thrown by the lovely Lauren Fearless at The Boneyard. It is sure to be nothing other than ridiculous, with two CD releases and two birthdays! Which brings us to this evening's blog title "The very \m/etal domestication of Blackey "Crocker" DeathProof".
In the past, for kicks, I have created custom cakes for friend's birthdays made with the birthday boys favorite beer. I truely get a kick out of it because what is more metal at a birthday party at a bar (a metal bands CD release/ bass players birthday) than a cake made with beer. What is special about these two cakes is I'm going to actually try and make them attractive looking. Normally I make a delicious monstrosity and place an actual beer bottle in the middle of the cake (Note: I did say delicious). Plus by the time anyone ever gets to the cake everyones pretty hammered so having a disaster cake to eat, throw, fall on, and feed people by hand, is pretty comical and I feel is the perfect touch for a memorable evening.
I started with good friend and talented bass player from THE HARD WAY. Mike Kelly wanted a traditional vanilla "Heineken" disaster cake with chocolate frosting. For the frosting I added a shot of whiskey because I know the man prefers it to beer. This cake was a breeze and was totally devilish looking. I frosted their signature "Hard Way" skull on top. Seeing as it is his CD release and birthday party I thought this would work perfect. I also was feeling extra saucy and decided to jazz it up with some chocolate covered strawberries. Check out the band!.http://www.facebook.com/thehardwaynj#!/thehardwaynj?sk=app_2405167945 and if your in A.C. this Saturday, they put on a great show!
Anthony's cake was a little bit tricky. The man wanted a not so heavenly Angel food cake infused with Budweiser. Angel food cake is very delicate and can be a bit of a challenge with beer....but I said" to hell with it, The Man will have his cake". Plus Angel food cake is usually made in a bunt so this made room for my signature beer bottle in the cake. The cake was naughty to begin with and nearly exploded from the beer while in the oven. I have tamed wilder beasts so in the end it worked out. Frosting was a pain being that the cake was so lite and fluffy. I ended up cutting a chunk out of the cake and making a head rest for the beer. I did sexy cheetah print frosting and added a sweet little blue motorcycle to match the one he rides. Unfortunately, the finishing touches on that one will have to be made the day of, so you guys will have to wait to see the final picture on Sunday. I have The Hard Way cake pictures up on facebook because I'm a little behind with the times and cannot figure out how to load pix on the blog page.
xoxoxo
Blackey DeathProof
My goal for the day besides some pretty cool band meetings was to make birthday cakes for our friends Anthony Ventura and Mike Kelly (The Hard Way) for this Saturday night in Atlantic City. The Event is being thrown by the lovely Lauren Fearless at The Boneyard. It is sure to be nothing other than ridiculous, with two CD releases and two birthdays! Which brings us to this evening's blog title "The very \m/etal domestication of Blackey "Crocker" DeathProof".
In the past, for kicks, I have created custom cakes for friend's birthdays made with the birthday boys favorite beer. I truely get a kick out of it because what is more metal at a birthday party at a bar (a metal bands CD release/ bass players birthday) than a cake made with beer. What is special about these two cakes is I'm going to actually try and make them attractive looking. Normally I make a delicious monstrosity and place an actual beer bottle in the middle of the cake (Note: I did say delicious). Plus by the time anyone ever gets to the cake everyones pretty hammered so having a disaster cake to eat, throw, fall on, and feed people by hand, is pretty comical and I feel is the perfect touch for a memorable evening.
I started with good friend and talented bass player from THE HARD WAY. Mike Kelly wanted a traditional vanilla "Heineken" disaster cake with chocolate frosting. For the frosting I added a shot of whiskey because I know the man prefers it to beer. This cake was a breeze and was totally devilish looking. I frosted their signature "Hard Way" skull on top. Seeing as it is his CD release and birthday party I thought this would work perfect. I also was feeling extra saucy and decided to jazz it up with some chocolate covered strawberries. Check out the band!.http://www.facebook.com/thehardwaynj#!/thehardwaynj?sk=app_2405167945 and if your in A.C. this Saturday, they put on a great show!
Anthony's cake was a little bit tricky. The man wanted a not so heavenly Angel food cake infused with Budweiser. Angel food cake is very delicate and can be a bit of a challenge with beer....but I said" to hell with it, The Man will have his cake". Plus Angel food cake is usually made in a bunt so this made room for my signature beer bottle in the cake. The cake was naughty to begin with and nearly exploded from the beer while in the oven. I have tamed wilder beasts so in the end it worked out. Frosting was a pain being that the cake was so lite and fluffy. I ended up cutting a chunk out of the cake and making a head rest for the beer. I did sexy cheetah print frosting and added a sweet little blue motorcycle to match the one he rides. Unfortunately, the finishing touches on that one will have to be made the day of, so you guys will have to wait to see the final picture on Sunday. I have The Hard Way cake pictures up on facebook because I'm a little behind with the times and cannot figure out how to load pix on the blog page.
xoxoxo
Blackey DeathProof
So.....In the begining, there was Blackness
Hello world,
My name is Blackey DeathProof and I am the lead singer of the band Midnight Mob. I came dancing out of the womb kicking and screaming. People seemed excited so naturally I figured there could be a future in it. In first grade my teacher told my parents I may have mental problems for gluing my art project to the floor. In second grade I got kicked out of ballet for being too expressive and undisciplined. In third grade I discovered, movies, video games, comic books, and Rock N Roll and life's been interesting ever since.
Weather you know me from a gig we played in some random town, if we met at an event I modeled for painted like a cheetah, if I flirted with you at a Ross the Boss concert, if I was your waitress with a horrible accent at a 50's inspired burger joint called "Long Island Cheese Burger", made you go deaf at a Danzig show for screaming like a 10 year old girl, or I did your hair and make up for a photo shoot, I have decided to start this blog to make a record of my crazy adventures and wild shenanigans that come with being in a touring rock band in 2012.
On the road cramming into that sexy van we like to call " Iron Bear", I would like to touch on the good times, like attempting to take a bath in a sink at a bar in South Carolina and having everyone walk in while in your birthday suit.
Reminiscing on the bad times... when your drummer leaves a bottle of chocolate milk under the driver seat and you can't quiet figure out why everything reeks for days or when someone has bowl issues and we have to stop the van every 10 mins.
Not to leave out those glorious moments when we get to play luxurious stages, in states we've never been to packed clubs of a couple hundred bodies, with people you don't know, singing words you wrote and recall those gems of a time when we played a lounges where the septic tank gets backed up and we played standing in crap water to...well...no one!!! ( needed therapy for that one )
I would like to write of the amazing people I've met and have stayed in contact with. The people who have picked fights with us, inspired us with their music, scammed us out of money, made out with any of us, let us sleep on their couches and not calling the cops when they wake up to notes written in crayon on rolls of toilet paper saying "thank you for your hospitality and trusting us to be alone with you expensive DVD collection" (ha ha just kidding ...promise we have never stolen anything). To the people that have ran naked in the ocean with us in the middle of the night or let us play ONLY Iron Maiden in their bar till 4am, that have recorded us, mentored us, given us discounts, freebies, rides on their motorcycle, GIVEN US FOOD or A SHOWER! To the guy that gave us his favorite knife for singing a Jim Caroll song, and for the AMAZING bands that have played with us and have become part of the family. We would be nowhere without you.
I would like to have something to remember. I would also like to interact with anyone who has any questions, thoughts, comments, or words of wisdom in these maddening times, please by all means share.
With that said, goodnight, and let the games begin.
Sincerely
Blackey
My name is Blackey DeathProof and I am the lead singer of the band Midnight Mob. I came dancing out of the womb kicking and screaming. People seemed excited so naturally I figured there could be a future in it. In first grade my teacher told my parents I may have mental problems for gluing my art project to the floor. In second grade I got kicked out of ballet for being too expressive and undisciplined. In third grade I discovered, movies, video games, comic books, and Rock N Roll and life's been interesting ever since.
Weather you know me from a gig we played in some random town, if we met at an event I modeled for painted like a cheetah, if I flirted with you at a Ross the Boss concert, if I was your waitress with a horrible accent at a 50's inspired burger joint called "Long Island Cheese Burger", made you go deaf at a Danzig show for screaming like a 10 year old girl, or I did your hair and make up for a photo shoot, I have decided to start this blog to make a record of my crazy adventures and wild shenanigans that come with being in a touring rock band in 2012.
On the road cramming into that sexy van we like to call " Iron Bear", I would like to touch on the good times, like attempting to take a bath in a sink at a bar in South Carolina and having everyone walk in while in your birthday suit.
Reminiscing on the bad times... when your drummer leaves a bottle of chocolate milk under the driver seat and you can't quiet figure out why everything reeks for days or when someone has bowl issues and we have to stop the van every 10 mins.
Not to leave out those glorious moments when we get to play luxurious stages, in states we've never been to packed clubs of a couple hundred bodies, with people you don't know, singing words you wrote and recall those gems of a time when we played a lounges where the septic tank gets backed up and we played standing in crap water to...well...no one!!! ( needed therapy for that one )
I would like to write of the amazing people I've met and have stayed in contact with. The people who have picked fights with us, inspired us with their music, scammed us out of money, made out with any of us, let us sleep on their couches and not calling the cops when they wake up to notes written in crayon on rolls of toilet paper saying "thank you for your hospitality and trusting us to be alone with you expensive DVD collection" (ha ha just kidding ...promise we have never stolen anything). To the people that have ran naked in the ocean with us in the middle of the night or let us play ONLY Iron Maiden in their bar till 4am, that have recorded us, mentored us, given us discounts, freebies, rides on their motorcycle, GIVEN US FOOD or A SHOWER! To the guy that gave us his favorite knife for singing a Jim Caroll song, and for the AMAZING bands that have played with us and have become part of the family. We would be nowhere without you.
I would like to have something to remember. I would also like to interact with anyone who has any questions, thoughts, comments, or words of wisdom in these maddening times, please by all means share.
With that said, goodnight, and let the games begin.
Sincerely
Blackey
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)