Sometimes I listen to an album and I get so pissed off I have to put down my headphones and go for a walk. Now, admittedly, I have terrible anger control issues (just ask my video game controllers), but really, how is it that there are bands out there as good as The Gougers just floating along in unsigned obscurity while crap like (censored by the 9b.net editorial staff) gets a mountain of cash behind every pile of shit they record?

The Gougers features a pair of singer/songwriters, Shane Walker and Jamie Wilson, who take the time to craft their lyrics into what the Texas Music Times described (and I happen to agree) as lyrical poetry. Cody Foote, Lance Smith and John Ross Silva round out the band and provide the backing rhythms for Walker and Wilson’s songs. Recorded in Austin in 2006 and released in November, A Long Day For The Weathervane got as high as #8 on the AMA Music Charts. Not too shabby for an independent band, and that tells me I’m not just going overboard with these guys and that plenty of other folks find them to be essential listening as well.

The Gougers - Oldcrow/Scarecrow
The Gougers - Everybody Knows
The Gougers - Manheim Station

The Gougers’ Official Site, The Gougers on myspace, Buy A Long Day For The Weathervane

Well, Well, Well. Will you lookee there. Heather shows up and it’s like Emeril, BAM! It’s up a notch. Vodka is consumed until it is running out of Daisy’s eyes, innocent Jessica finds her inner drunken sorority slut, and all is right in Rock of Love land. Thank you Heather. Thank you and your party girl/stripper tractor beam. Hell, I bet if I spent 30 minutes in the same room with you, I’d be playing hide the peen and make a man-pussy.

Let’s proceed.

It’s exes week in the house! Let’s see what kind of douche-baggery we’ll have walk through the door, shall we? First up is Destiney’s ex-husband, Adam, dressed like he’s Mr. Rogers heading out for a Saturday morning on the golf course. Next comes Jessica’s ex-boyfriend Casey who is painfully plain. Third is Megan’s ex-boyfriend some dude named Josh who used to use her as his booty call. Lemme explain this quickly by quoting Megan: “A year ago, we kind of dated for six months and I wanted him to be my boyfriend and he had another girlfriend that he didn’t want to leave for me.” A playmate as an on-call fuck…My Man. Josh is a fucking pimp, so in his case I rescind the douche bag label. Next up is Ambre’s…best-friend? Talk about getting saved by the bell. Turns out none of Ambre’s exes wanted to come on VH1 and talk shit about their ex. I see this as a +1 for Ambre. And rounding out this parade is the king douche…the…the douche nozzle if you will, Daisy’s ex-boyfriend/ex-bandmate/CURRENT ROOMATE, Charles, looking like he’s stuck somewhere between K-Fed, V is for Vendetta guy, and Hot Topic assistant manager. Saving the best surprise for last for last, however, Bret introduces an ex of his own, the aforementioned Heather, and it’s on. Girls stay home with Heather, while Bret takes the fellas out for a little talk.

The boys have barely loaded up in the Iraq war-loving stretch Hummer before Heather has the girls in their bras doing body shots off one another. Again; thank you Heather. It’s the awesome concentrate mixed with booze, boobs and sexual energy that this season has totally been missing. Booze flows like it’s free, and Heather starts getting the girls to dish dirt on one another, as articles of clothing just keep falling off ’til we have a bikini-clad truth or dare that results in a nakedDestiney doing cartwheels across the back lawn…Have I thanked Heather for coming back yet?

Meanwhile, the fellas are having a horribly uncomfortable roundtable chat at some cigar bar. Seeing this as the ratings killer it is, Bret pulls the plug and takes the guys to a restaurant/game room/bar…you know, a guys’ place, but things don’t really get any better. Through the guys’ day, all we really learn is the my man Josh thinks Megan is a gold digger, and there is some foreshadowing that perhaps there’s more to the Destiny/Charles story than has been told.

Meanwhile. Back at Circus Circus…

Daisy and Jessica are in wasted little girls phase 3 and the vodka tears are flowing. Jessica is crying to Heather because everyone thinks she’s too young and too innocent. Her plan to prove them wrong…binge drinking. Then ablearly , smeary-mascara-eyed Daisy proceeds to inform Heather that she is still living with her boyfriend in a one bedroom apartment ,but that they have no physical relationship.Riiiiiiiiiiight . It’s that Clinton definition of sex: Oral sex isn’t sex, sex with condoms doesn’t count ’cause there’s no skin on skin, and anal doesn’t count cause you can’t get pregnant from it. OK, then. Next thing you know, Jessica has skipped drunk stages 4,5 and 6 and has gone straight to the puking and can’t walk stage. FTR ladies, this is where the whole gray-area in “no means no” comes into play…I kid, I kid…nonetheless, homegirl is a hot fucking mess…no bra, puke breath and legs that have ceased to function…One more time for the cheap seats, thank you Heather!

Time for elimination and a still drunk Jessica gets her ass outta bed, slams some makeup on her grill and makes it down….atta girl. The end of elimination is like deja-vu all over again, except this time there’s no Kristy Joe to save Megan. Bret tells Megan her time’s up and……………..aaaannnnddd…….um……..NOTHING!….She stands there for literally a minute and a half in TV time, so who knows how much longer she was really there, just half shaking her head and saying nothing, just mouthing “No, No, No.” I guess she was hoping her playmate pussy power would make him change his mind or something, but it just wasn’t in the cards for her. Bret walks her out and returns to tell the girls that they’regoin’ to Vegas, Baybee, and that my girl Heather was coming along to help him weed out the remaining girls.

I’m calling my shot now. I predict a Bret and Heather hookup. I know that’s like predicting that every time Georgieporgie-dummy-Bush’s monkey head shows up on the news he’ll be saying something stupid, but I figured if I didn’t say anything and then dropped a “I knew it!” when it happened, it would seem less genuine. So I’mcallin’ it.

Three Cheers To Heather!

Songs inspired from this weeks episode:

To my man Josh: Blackstreet - Booty Call
To Megan: Julie Brown - Earth Girls are Easy
To Drunk Jessica: Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
To Heather: Poison - Nothing But A Good Time

America’s Best Dance Crew:

On the reality TV tip I wanna drop a congrats on JabbaWockeeZ for winning America’s Best Dance Crew last night. Easily the best and most consistent crew through out the show. If you know what I’m talking about then I think you’ll agree. If you have no idea what I am talking about: It was a dance contest taking place on MTV featuring different dance crews from across America andJabbaWockeeZ won the finale last night. I’ve attached a video of one of their performances below:

This song goes out to JabbaWockeeZ: Freestylers - Don’t Stop

I’ve been holding on to these for a few weeks waiting until we switched hosting companies to give them away. Well, we’ve switched (I’m loving it) so here we go. I’ve got (2) ninebullets.net coffee to give away to the first two people to email me with the subject line “Coffee Mug!!! I want one!”. BOTH ARE CLAIMED. I decided to post this really early in the morning since we early risers need our coffee. If you wake up too late but still want a mug they can be purchase here. All proceeds from mug sales will go to the “Keeping Autopsy IV drunk” fund.

While we are talking about ninebullets.net merchandise I guess now is as good a time as any to mention the official ninebullets.net tshirt. I hope to give them away to bands I interview as they come through town. I also hope t start interviewing more bands as they come through town. I know they are kind of pricey but it’s the best I could do without buying a bunch of them. Hopefully I’ll buy a few to give away on the site sometime. Here is a picture of me modeling the, as of now, only existing ninebullets shirt:

Slim Cessna’s Auto Club comes from the amazingly incestuous Denver country music scene. The only real constant in the band has been Slim Cessna himself, but Jay Munly has served as a pretty key member over time. SCAC writes big songs, I don’t really know how else to describe it. They aren’t heavy, they aren’t loud, and they’re rarely disposable. They are often labeled as “gothic country” due to the intermingling of Old Testament and apocalyptic religion with bad relationships, alcohol, and murder. If nothing else, SCAC is, IMO, one of the best bands in America that hardly any one’s heard of, and they just released what might be the best album of the year in Cipher.

Cipher is woven together by four hymnal refrains entitled “An Introduction to the Power of Braces”, with each focusing on a different part of the person, Arms, Legs, Teeth and Faith respectively. They seem to loosely divide the album into four themed sections, but I have not been able to get a clear grip on that yet. Between that and the hidden messages in the album’s artwork, one can see how appropriate the title is. The album, thematically, is a lot darker than their previous efforts, but still features their signature harmonies, Cessna/Munly vocal push-pulls, as well as an unrivaled level of musicianship.

Do yourself a favor and check out this album, it’s the most essential listening album of the year thus far.

Slim Cessna’s Auto Club - An Introduction to the Power of Braces ~ Arms
Slim Cessna’s Auto Club - This Land Is Our Land (redux)
Slim Cessna’s Auto Club - Boom Magalina Hagalina Boom

Slim Cessna’s Auto Club’s Official Site, Slim Cessna’s Auto Club on myspace, Buy Cipher

EDIT: I found a video of the band performing Magalina Hagalina way back in 2006. Enjoy:

I posted about the end of one of my favorite series, The Wire, earlier this month. Well, apparently Steve Earle performed his version of the shows theme song (featured in Season 5) last night on Leno. Many thanks to Stereogum for pointing it out to us. You can see a video of Earle’s performance below. You can also hear all five seasons version of the opener here.

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We hope.

Anyone besides me noticing any performance increases?

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The other day the band Live came up on the Drive-by Truckers mailing list. I was 18 when Live broke into the Tampa radio scene with “Operation Spirit” of their Four Songs EP. Now, I’m willing to admit it, at the age of 18 I was pretty easy…talk bad about god and I’ll probably like it, and “Operation Spirit” played right into that. Nowadays I’m a little more discerning, but I still like the song- a lot. So, either it’s a good song or it really plays on my nostalgic memories of a simpler age. I am gonna stick with it being a good song.

I was disappointed with the full-length album that contained “Operation Spirit”, Mental Jewelry, but still bought Throwing Copper the day it came out. It opened with the last Live track I would ever like, “The Dam at Otter Creek”. They went on to write numerous Top 40 hits and have enough Platinum albums to get a set of custom Grillz out of ‘em, but, IMO, they are still just an earlier, grittier Creed of Mud or something…but those 2 songs. Damn.

I hadn’t heard either of them in a decade or so so I decided to pull ‘em both of my favorite p2p network, and then I decided to share them with you. Turns out, these guys still tour…who knew.

Live - Operation Spirit
Live - The Dam At Otter Creek

More Pine Hill Haints info here.

On this day in 1957, U.S. Customs agents seized 520 copies of Allen Ginsberg’s poem, Howl being imported in the United States by a London printer on the grounds of obscenity on the basis of the line:

who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy

The confiscation resulted in an obscenity trail against Lawrence Ferlinghetti, the poem’s new domestic publisher. Clayton Horn (a Sunday school teacher) was the judge for the case and had achieved notoriety earlier that year for sentencing five shoplifters to a screening of The Ten Commandments. The defense brought literary expert after literary expert (9 in total) to the stand to testify to the poems literary and social importance and on October 3 Judge Horn ruled the poem was of “redeeming social importance” and Ferlinghetti was cleared.

Today I thought I would post the audio of Mr. Ginsberg reading Howl as well as my three favorite Howl references in song. I hope y’all enjoy.

Allen Ginsberg - Howl

Dan Bern - Wasteland
They Might Be Giants - I Should Be Allowed To Think
Meg Lee Chin - Nutopia
Meg Lee Vs. Hanzel Und Grety - Nutopia (remix)

We have been aware of all the “Can Not Connect To Database” errors the site has been generating as well as the overall sluggish performance the site has shown and trust us…it has been infinitely more frustrating for us than y’all. After waiting and hoping our current hosting service would get their shit together we have officially given up.

A new hosting service has been paid and the transfer shall begin shortly. If things go well this will be seamless and there will be no interruption of posts. If things, as they often do, fall short of well then you know what’s up and we’ll be back to normal except faster and with 100% less errors as quickly as possible.

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