Struck down by God. The blasphemer falls on his head.
Struck down by God. The blasphemer falls on his head.
November 2010. Torrance CA. Working at Podium Distribution which was a lot of fun. Gus would dance like a robot for us sometimes. Such a good dude.
16 March, 2013. Cycling in the Dandenongs with Scottie. At first it was lightly raining on and off but not too heavy, so it was nice. We rode up the mountain twice and on our final descent heading home, it was raining like crazy. Stinging our faces it was so hard. Given that we’d had hot dry weather for 2 weeks straight the roads were very slippery. I was following Scottie down the hill doing about 40km/ph taking it pretty easy. I watched him taking a corner and thought.. “He’s going way to fast into that..” Then BAM he washed out and slid into a ditch. His rims had so much water on them he couldn’t slow down. He was ok but ruined a great jacket and scrapped the bike up a fair bit. It was a fun ride. This is him at the top of ‘The Wall’.
July 2012. House sitting for our friends and looking after Betsy. This was the second last day before they came back. She was so sad and missing them so much. Poor girl wouldn’t stop crying. (My first gif too!)
December 11, 2005, Anglesey, North Wales. Our good friend Donna who grew up in Wales invited us to come visit, and first stop was the 4th century Celtic Village - Din Lligwy. Up until that point Emillie and I had never visited such an ancient structure. It’s a beautiful and magical place and it was a privilege to get a guided tour from a local. We also visited Capel Lligwy a nearby ruined 12th-century chapel, and the nearby burial chamber from the 3rd millennium BC. The great thing about visiting Din Lligwy is that it’s all on farmers land and accessible any time you like. But the best thing was that it was nice to visit somewhere with a name that also has two L’s in a row.
October 2007, Seattle Washington U.S.A. Damnation ad tour with Death Before Dishonor and Unholy. We rolled up to the West Seattle Veterans Hall after the not too long drive from Portland. About 10 mins after we arrived the light turned into that amazing orange hue that comes about when sunset and the beginnings of a storm hit at the same time. I went for a quick walkabout to capture what I could while the light was like it was. Looking back I wish I had an SLR at this point of my life, but I did the best I could with the auto point and shoot. So, this show got crazy during one of the local bands and a massive fight broke out. There were a couple of FSU dudes there and army guys that had just returned from Iraq. The army guys were moshing really violently and took out a friend of ours in the pit. She fought back and then her husband jumped in too.. then the whole room went mental with people fighting or trying to break up fights. The army guys were taken outside where more shit went down, and while all this is going on outside, one of the army guys grabs the Hatebreed T-shirt he’s wearing, tears it off himself and screams at the top of his lungs HAAAATTEBREEEEEEEED!!!!
December 1999, Tik’al, Northern Guatemala. 2 Aussies, a United Statesian, a German and zero spanish lingo. We decided that we’d take our little blue rental car instead of going on a tour bus. Tikal is one of the largest archaeological sites and urban centres of the Maya civilization, its’ a National Park and in 1979 it was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site. It’s also a location used for the Rebel Base in Star Wars. The place has some amazing history, so we went to visit for the day while we were staying in Belize. So, first it takes ages to get the car through the border (zero lingo), then the roads to get there are horrible, but we’re doing it ourselves which is great I guess. We spend the day exploring the site marveling at all the guys walking around carrying machetes and then later in the afternoon everyone leaves and we’re like “Great! All to ourselves!” We keep looking around and then get some rice and beans at a cafe on the site. We’re just chillin’ and Ken even eats some unpasteurized goats cheese (very bad idea). We watch the sun set on lovely evening in Guatemala where there are already American tourists held hostage somewhere. It’s night time now so we start the journey back to Belize.. but fuel gets low.. really low, and we’re driving through the jungle in our brand new, bright blue car looking for a gas station. Somehow we make to one, very stressed out, but we make it. The gas station is being guarded by two guys with automatic weapons which is good I guess? At least they’re not pointing them at us. The girls go off to pee and then we think “mmm bad idea.. anything could happen to them now..” But it’s all ok, we get the gas and make our way to the border by about 10pm; but… the border is closed! And being guarded by a 16 year old kid with a shotgun. No wonder everyone cleared out of Tikal early. So we’re stuck there hanging out with all the weirdos at the border, but with the few spanish words we know we get someone to wake up the main man and he comes out to see us. Through sign language we work out that we can walk across the border, but we can’t take the car. Not much good when you still have an 2 hour drive on the other side. So ‘luckily’ there’s an inbred family living near the border that has a ‘hotel’. So we get a room there and that’s pretty much all it is. A room with a toilet and 3 single beds. On our way we had seen a lot of scorpions and tarantulas on the road and looking around the room there are gaps everywhere.. in the walls,under the door, in the windows, so we get whatever the hell we can and block all the gaps, plus put one of the beds across the door. That night we did not sleep well at all.. 2 people in a single bed, hot, sweaty, covered in gnarly bug bites and there were some crazy noises coming from outside, and at 3am your imagination is going crazy. So we’re like “let’s get up early and get to that border as soon as we can!” We get there early.. but so did about 200 other people. There’s a photo somewhere of us waiting at that border on a misty morning but I’ve never seen it.
August 2007. Oświęcim/Auschwitz, Southern Poland. Everyone’s heard of Auschwitz. Everyone knows about the atrocities that occurred here. We took the opportunity to visit Auschwitz and it was a very sombre and interesting experience. These are photos of shoes, luggage and prothesis’ taken from the prisoners. As well as a photo of the sun burning a Nazi SS into an old concentration camp bed at Birkenau. Not a staged photo, just coincidence.
August 2008. Queensland. Australian Meatlocker Tour. We stayed in a house where we also played a show. Staying here and playing here was one of the highlights of the tour. So many funny things happened… Lecky shaving his hair to give himself an undercut and then leaving the hair in the plastic tub next no the sink.. because there was already hair from the last person who shaved their head in there. Lecky waiting for a couple of hours to get into the bathroom because Neil (who we stayed with) fell asleep in the bath while he was getting ready to go to work.. still drunk from the night before. Finding Picture Magazine stashed in the freezer. The bass guitar neck almost getting snapped in half as the circle pit went through the lounge room door to the hallway. Footprints on the ceiling after we played. Getting so close to getting pissed on while I was sleeping, because Neil couldn’t find the toilet (still drunk) and then just pissed out the back door right next to my feet. Rhys wanting to bash some shit talking guy, and Lecky really wanting to bash the guy in arseless chaps because he used the sauce after he’d stuck the bottle up his arse.