Salutations after a long pause in the wretched rantings of Bloody Khrist herself…. I have been quite lazy and busy lately, between oil changes and burning CDs with ripped off songs from Mygenericsocialnetworkingsitespace and trips to the beach and accomplishing a whole lot of nothing. I have been putting HIT THE FLOOR into its original intent, a hard copy, in zine form, complete with illustrations and collage. It will feature some articles entered on its online entity, http://www.hitthefloor.wordpress.com/, and also some little extras and poetry and photography if I get around to getting a disposable camera any time soon. But I will post updates on its progress, hopefully a little more frequently than I have been doing.
If you need a security blanket, I am not warm enough… But I can extend a sense of faint acquaintance by suggesting you listen to some bands you may have never heard before:
- Fleshandbloodrobot; crazy metal with a refreshing squeeze of grind and vocals to shred the toughest motherfuckers face off + GREAT BREAKDOWNS.
- Jonbenet; southern rock meets its metal lover.
- Genghis Tron; metal + electronic sounds/keyboard + crazy vocals.
- Bloodhag; grind with blastbeats and mindblowing vocals.
- Skarp; ferocious grind that will leave you breathless.
More updates later on, I have to go to work and contribute to society!!!
I Wanted to Be an Astronaut So I Looked Up to You
June 15, 2006
I am finally secure, I'm feeling safe in the stare of an extortionist who isn't too dangerous, they're never too dangerous for me.
I lost myself in the high tide, washed away and down and out for the final call, the final count, these martyred diseases are drowning me out.
I want to hear what you breathe or sink fast into the debris that you left in your wake, set it apart, left in the dust and took it to heart.
I want to feel the glances that set us apart, you feel really really close although we are lightyears apart.
I'm face up in the dark
I'm the one who's keeping us apart, keeping hidden thoughts at bay for five more minutes, please.
I'm lying face down in the stars
Don't wake me up yet, not until I fall apart in your little globe, I won't fall apart until you let me know.
Solicit My Young.
June 14, 2006
A Smile is a Terrible Thing To Waste, Unless You Face Potential Players of the Field. Door-to-door salesmen[boys] are relentless. I know: we all need a way to make ends meet, and for some that means selling gimmicky goods door to door, preying on the senile and the gullible and laying their wallets to waste. Personally, I don't mind the occasional salesman/woman and they are typically jovial types who will engage in conversation derived from the comfortable Small-Talk. I think this guy was a record: 15 minutes? I was outside. I shouldn't have even answered the door but I wondered if it could be a friend and I opened the door. 'Are you the queen?' ..Excuse me? Huh? I replied a smiling 'No' and began to formulate a Please-Call-Again when he began to give me the sales pitch. It was a nontoxic all-purpose cleaner that smelled like Green Apple [the more concentrated version smelled of Oranges] and didn't ruin anything. I mean, the guy sprayed this on his Iversons, his nice collared shirt, his jeans, his mouth. So I ask, 'What is this stuff made out of?' Reply? 'Awh, even the Colonel doesn't lend out his secret recipe..' [Nice KFC ref, eh?] Finally I just told him I was without any funds, spending them on a movie yesterday [Mission Impossible 3; EXCELLENT]. Finally he realized he couldn't get me to pay $40 for household cleaner. Then he started asking me what grade I was in, and apparantly he is a high schooler like myself. I didn't ask what grade. As he was leaving he came back and asked me for my number. 'Do you have a boyfriend?' Myself: 'Well, not really.. but–' 'Ah I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we just hung out, I mean, just friends, ya know?' [Let me explain: Clearly the type who likes hip hop on the radio and watching music videos that feature rap stars degrading women] So I gave him my number, because karma is a horrid thing to fuck with, and I would not want anyone to give me a false number. I explained it was long-distance but he pulled out a cellphone and there we go. I was getting sold cleaner and he got my number.
My point is: In an office there is a thing called Conflict of Interest. You aren't allowed to hit on or date coworkers because it could interfere. Maybe this is different. But I certainly don't like being put in the position of giving out my phone number to someone I don't even know. I mean, I didn't even get his name until he asked for it. Tact, my friends. Tact.
Hello, Dollface, stop staring at my dropped jaw.
June 13, 2006
New issue of JatFoT is out! This is an Oly-based zine that typically tackles topics which include but are not limited to Living Without Television/Computer/Frivolous Material Wants, Self-Liberation, The True Meaning of Activism, and Getting Out of the House. Complete with great writing skills [it is apparent that plenty of time has been put into this, thus eliminating any spell/grammar errors; great educated writing skills are employed], this is not just another zine written by pissed-off kids who rush outcomes of objects such as Zines. Check it out, submit work if you wish. These are some really cool dudes who want to see plenty of contribution from outside sources. www.jatfot.tk is the site. You can view this zine online, or perhaps you are lucky enough to score a hard copy to keep forever and ever.
Ah, the life of a caffiene revolutionary. Since the sumer has started I have become a coffee fiend, sometimes pounding 4 or 5 cups per day. Not in the day, per se, but from the hours of 8 AM to 12 AM, then starting the next day's coffee-flow at 1 AM. I don't even accessorize my cup of java; I prefer it hot and black and pure. The other night I contemplated the magic of coffee. It is frequently seen in my group of friends as a social symbol, perhaps. I never drank coffee until I started casually having it while meeting up with friends. Now I drink it often, but the majority of it is consumed while in the company of others. Also, a cup of coffee represents Togetherness, Warmth, Energy [to some], and Constance. How many times have you called your friends suggesting you go out for coffee? or when it is cold out, you have a bit to consume and a bit to warm your hands. The smell is intoxicating. But this is all just Hearsay to most; you need to experience and ponder the magic of coffee on your own.
It is my duty to be as influential and proper as possible. Let me begin with a brief intro: My name is Khristian and I live in Las Cruces, NM and Olympia, WA. Since I entered high school, all I wanted to do was get involved with a zine. I couldn't find anyone interested/creative enough to join in with me. I made covers and collages [and I still do] to zines that may one day become reality. I got invited to contribute some articles to my friends' zine in Oly, only to realize that my writing was not up to par, content-wise or style-wise. My writing style is still immature and underdeveloped. After not making it into their zine I decided it wasn't my thing to collaborate with writing masterminds, attempting to write about topics I hadn't fully experienced yet, such as Self-Liberation, Living Freely, and Living Without Modern-Day Frivolousness/Luxury. Thus I created HIT THE FLOOR [after reading www.shitfit.worpress.com and realizing I liked this style best], an online blog/'zine' about whatever I want it to be about: music, art, alternative lifestyle, my lifestyle. Sit back, enjoy, kill yourself off, whatever makes you happy.
I would like to commend southern New Mexico on its new-found appreesh for music. I moved to Las Cruces when I was 13. The place was horrible. The city was small and I wasn't into live music yet. Or anything really underground. I was getting into punkrock, accustomed to mowing lawns to Oxymoron and Condemned 84 and the Exploited. It was all coming together slowly for myself, and I hit my freshman year very awkward, shopping online and [god-forbid] particular mall boutiques that used to be exclusive to gothic/punk life. I went to my first rock show in El Paso, and funnily enough it was in a church. A metal band that sang in spanish playing in a church.. Then my Sophomore year I started to check out indie shows at what used to be the only all-ages venue for indie/anything but punk music left in the LC.
Maybe I just wasn't into the scene yet, but it felt really dead. No one knew where Las Cruces even was in relation to any other place in the Southwest. Bands never came around, with the exception of a punk band here and there that would rock the Uni House. Now it is different. The scene is seemingly exploding; bands are always coming to Las Cruces [Capitalist Casualties in August!] and kids are starting bands. Mostly it is a scene-evolution/growth for the punk genres. I think the kids out of high school, or the older kids always were strong in the punk scene but now everyone is involved. Everyone knows what's up and more kids are booking shows and flyering.
Maybe I was just asleep during those years, at least up until my junior year. Now I am 'preparing [which really means buying more vinyl and seeing more shows than ever before]' for my senior year and glad to be a part of what could be a great movement in southwest punk. We even created a little joke called SWXHC.. you figure it out.
I will be seeing Iron Lung on June 22 and I am really really really stoked to see a classic PV band jam. Gorilla Biscuits is going on tour towards the end of summer and I unfortunately will miss this unless I mosey over to Tempe or somewhere in that area. Owen Hart will be playing El Corazon on June 16 and I am pretty sure that is going to start my summer of shows. Also bands that are coming to the Seattle/Oly area this summer include Animosity, Shook Ones, and Ruiner.
Against Me! signed onto Sire awhile back, and has succumbed to punk's greatest fears… Okay, okay. I used to ridicule anyone who uttered the word 'sellout' and refused to listen to a band after they committed this crime, stating, 'XbandX was great, until they got on MTV and sold out.' I will always always always love Against Me!, no matter how often they get airtime on MTV and how often they decide to play Warped Tour. 'WHAT??! WARPED TOUR?!' Yes, Against Me! is headlining Warped Tour '06 and I am stuck with a question I thought I would never have to ask: Pay $30 and see my favorite band in the world play a huge crowd from behind the protection of bouncers while preaching anti-USA anthems some of us grew up listening to? or Not pay the $30, and risk never seeing my all-time favorite band play live again? I haven't watched any TV for quite some time, so when I heard AM! had a video on MTV [which I started watching on YouTube, and decided AM! needs to stick to their craft of musicmaking, not video-making], I wanted to cry. Now they have opened up themselves to the media and to middle-school teenieboppers who rape the scene by shopping at Hot Topic and wearing A7X shirts! I was pissed. Then I heard they were on Warped and first I got really stoked about finally getting the opportunity to see the band that made me into what I am today, the band that played songs I screamed to and cried to and showed all my friends, seeing this band after all these years! Then realization struck hard and I became upset that they decided to play WT06. The new album is not up to par in comparison to their earlier albums and I am scared of them falling into the 'they-were-great-before-they-sold-out' trend. Anti-Flag started playing Warped and look at the new album! By playing largely-funded crosscountry tours, probably funded by ClearChannel, that goes against the anarchopunk ideals set forward in these bands' early and even recent albums. If our favorite bands crumble under the greed for Success and Money, who do we have to believe?
