Oct 19, 2012
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National Pizza Month: Throwing in the towel

Mine is fantastic.  Sort of…

Add to this two Amy’s organic frozen pizzas and god knows what else kind of blacked out slices I’ve had since October 1st and you’ve got well over a slice per day ratio.

Yesterday at work we ordered pizzas from Twisted Tomato and I ended up with four large slices.  Don’t worry, Twisted Tomato isn’t anything to get all worked up about besides a fairly original name.  But, we were shooting video at a hospital.  I went into the bathroom after lunch and looked at myself in the mirror and I felt this warm sensation come over my chest.  Either I’m narcissistic (not with this gut) or that was the hospital ghosts trying to tell me something.   LAY OFF THE ‘ZA!

I originally wanted to take this October and slam dunk it into national pizza month history.  As much pizza as I could pile in (and afford) during the month of the dead, but all these ghosts and goblins and witches and ghouls….and then the chest pain at the hospital.  I’m not going to do this for you or for anybody.  Just not worth it.

That being said, I have another Amy’s frozen in the freezer and it’s only a matter of time before I stumble home blacked out and throw that in the freezer, but if my constitution has anything to say about it, I’m going to chuck the pizza disc into the air and watch it land somewhere near the Belmont library where a homeless man, or woman (equal opportunities) will find their next happy place.

Speaking of the Belmont library, this was the scene last night.  I come home from work with an entire veggie pie and had to be strong about it….

 

you’re welcome the homeless

Nice knowing you, pizza, but I’m sure we’ll run in to each other again real soon.

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Oct 1, 2012
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pizza ghosts

Anyone got a grandpa or maw-maw old enough to remember the pizza place next to the Byrd Theatre?

What’s in this spot now?  Is it Cappola’s Deli?

Pizza is forever!

Sep 24, 2012
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Boston

  • went to Boston
  • had some pizza
  • saw some bands
  • it was good

 

New York Pizza on Massachusetts Ave.  We went there late night after a show in Worcester (Wuster? Who decides how to pronounce this?) and dove into pizza heaven for half an hour.

Perfect amount of grease, fuck it, tons of grease.  It’s a necessary evil after a long night of drinking Narragansset and having your eardrums pounded by the Palladium.  A sloppy mess.  I wouldn’t change a thing.  I had a few more slices while in Boston but none of them are worth talking about.  We had plans to check out a place called Boston’s Best near Chinatown but we decided on exploring some of the other, ahem, real food options that Boston has to offer like dumplings and clam chowda.  Upon some advice from an area rock star I took a nice Sunday afternoon walk past Fenway Park and hit up El Pelon Taquiera for a burrito and walked away satisfied.

We took a long, grumpy train ride to Worcester to see Devin Townsend and Katatonia and hit up an armpit stain of a bar in the neighborhood.  One of those bars that doesn’t give a shit to impress you with lights and music and drink deals.  They don’t give a fuck.  They’ll be there whether you come or not and apparently they’ve been there forever being the oldest bar in Worcester.  It was awesome!  Walk in, lights are unusually bright, no music playing, old folks playing lotto and drinking rot guy.  My kind of place.

What else to say about Boston?  It’s a nice looking city.  They have their shit together for sure.  Clean, fairly safe and tons of places to eat.  We strolled through North End one evening and I was blown the fuck up by how many awesome looking Italian eateries and Pizza places there were.  It was like a Busch Gardens for Italian food lovers.  I could have dove head first into a slicedream but I fear for my health sometimes.  I was already 4 greasy slices deep into my weekend adventure and I honestly don’t know how long I can keep doing this to myself.  So go check it out for yourself.

😀

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-RVA Momma’s boy

Sep 18, 2012
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Sliceme!

The Tokyo Pizza Freak, Hiroki, was in town last night with some of his New York buddies and a stash of Sliceme stickers.  They hadn’t had Richmonds best pie so we antagonized the shit out of 8 1/2 for thirty minutes until we got four of em and a box of beer to devour in Scuffletown.  Anchovies were the topping of choice, along with an off-the-menu white bean and pepperoni for Randy.

We bolted once the sky opened up on us but not before we gorged on some slices and beers.  Hiroki is in town for one more night but in the meantime check out his blog and find him on Instagram (250pizza) and try to grab some stickers.

Sep 15, 2012
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South of the James

Wake up! Get your ass to south of the James market and grab some pizza from the Pizza Tonight truck!

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Sep 12, 2012
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Mellow Mushroom taking over Plan 9?

Looks like the old record store is on its last few months.  I’m surprised it’s been lingering as long as it has and I’ll miss walking in there and picking up $3 records like I’ve been doing the last few months.  I’ve just been tipped on this from wotbnews.

GOODBYE

Old news?  I dont’ care.  I think I’ve been to one of these in Charlottesville or something and it was pretty uninspired, but if there’s anything that’s gonna replace a record store it might as well be a pizzeria with beer.  :shrugs:  Times change.

 

Sep 10, 2012
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Pizza and Weed and Black Sabbath, Goddamn.

Friday night.  Nothing to do.  Check the listings and I see the Metal Masters 4 show is going on at the Gramercy.  $20 to see Frank Bello, Charlie Benante, Scott Ian, Dave Lombardo, Kerry King, Gary Holt, Billy Sheehan and Phil Anselmo basically jam out on good tunes for a few hours.  Good deal!  Except the tickets are long sold out and the scary black dudes outside are trying to get $80 a pop for them.  I managed to talk him down to $50 and we’re off to see some of my childhood heroes bust a nut on the front row.

Here’s a video of the gig.  The real shit starts about 90 minutes in when Phil takes the stage and wakes up the crowd with “Mouth for War.”

It was the most suprising fun I’ve had in a long time.  Hangin’ with my good mates and watching the dudes that I looked up to as a child playing some of my favorite songs just a few feet away.  Fuckin’ headbanger!

Scored a dollar slice at the pizza place across the street.  Impossible to say no, some of this stuff is really fuckin’ good.  Everything is cheap tasting but they do it right so we can save money and get fat on the run.

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Sep 6, 2012
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Pauli Gees: Is it possible to get sick of this shit?

In short:  yes.  Pizza Napoletana is huge, fresh, exotic and delicious, but after dining at Paulie Gees the other night I can still feel a lump of wood fired dough resting in the pits of my gut, taking its sweet time digesting.

Is this a pizzeria for ants?  The tables were so small it would have been impossible for each of us (4) to order a pizza to ourselves.  We ordered three and most of our plates and glasses had to sit on the side.  The environment is cozy but come the fuck on.

Pies were what you’d expect from an expensive napoli style joint.  Great charring, awesome fresh tomatos, exciting recipes and toppings.  You won’t notice much difference between this and a place like Roberta’s except for a litte dab of Mike’s Hot Honey which, a welcome departure from olive oil that I’m so used to soaking up my pizza bones in.

Two of our pizzas had a pretty nasty watery center which always bums me out, but I know how difficult it is to get this shit right on a nightly basis.  On a really late Tuesday night when things are winding down I don’t really blame them.

How does this compare to Richmond pizzerias?  Well there are only three that even attempt this kind of shit in RVA; Stuzzi, Aziza’s and Pizza Tonight!  I’d say Pizza Tonight! is more consistant and has equally interesting toppings and what not.  Stuzzi is always watery and Aziza’s is right about in the middle.

But goddamn, enough is enough.  I dont even have the slightest desire for this stuff right now.  Deceiving as it’s got a very thin crust, the dough is actually very heavy and doesn’t seem to digest very quickly.  I could go for a slice at Tarrant’s right about now…

Sep 4, 2012
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Pentagram and a Slice

So Saturday night rolls around and I think it’d be a good idea to check the show listings for the thing-to-do around NYC and I see Pentagram is playing with Agnostic Front, Poison Idea, Negative Approach and some other tough sounding bands.  Fuckin’ weird line-up eh?  My buddy Murphy is a huge Pentagram fan so I relay the info to her and she flips out, drops everything and rides to the Warsaw to pick up two tickets.  Schwing!

We get there as Negative Approach goes on and they crush pretty hard.  I’m not a hardcore guy but these guys didn’t bore me and they didn’t act like thugged out whiteys on stage.  Something that I can’t say for Agnostic Front.  Look, this isn’t my genre and I understand AF is seminal, maybe even legendary in your scene.  But who the fuck takes these assholes seriously? Washed up, out of shape daddys from Queens throwing up shitty gang signs, jump kicking and throwing rock punches in the air over the crowd.  Mix that up with zero talent and a vocalist who not only looks like Fred Durst but sounds like a Rottweiler getting punched in the stomach and you’ve got a bunch of Pentagram fans waiting outside in the smoking section.

After many an overpriced Polish beer (it IS the Warsaw) Bobby Liebling and Pentagram take the stage, and in anticlimactic fashion.  Liebling strolls out way before the band is even ready to hit the stage, taps his microphone, waves at some fans and stands with his elbow resting on one of the guitar amps.  Zombie-walks to the other end of the stage, no smiles on his face, stands for a bit then finally leaves.  Huh, just wait til the band starts playing dude!

Pentagram, for those who don’t know, is a pretty cult-legendary band from Northern, VA who had all the talent in the world to be essentially the Black Sabbath of the US, but combined with bad luck and a singer who was addicted to crack and heroin for decades, a revolving door of musicians and not much happened in the way of success.  Liebling, whos body is visibly crippled by drug use, can still sing his ass off.  The band sounds great now, very heavy and modern whilst retaining everything that made them pioneers of the 70’s and 80’s.  They played their entire debut album mixed with a few others and rocked the place.  It was great to see this band before Liebling is sure to die sooner than later.  Dude looks like a straight up corpse.

Afterwards we walked back down towards Williamsburg but I had to grab a slice on the way.  It was a pretty standard pepperoni slice from a Greenpoint pizzeria; affordable, crispy and proper.  The places are always on point here but we had the added pleasure of trying to walk the plank to even get inside this place.  I was too hungry to snap a shot of the slice but you’ve seen it all before.

Metal, pizza, beers.  Good times.

 

Aug 31, 2012
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Turbonegro @Vans House Party 6

So of us here in Turbojugend Richmond made a trek up to Brooklyn, NY for the Turbonegro Vans House party.  If ya haven’t checked out a Vans House party yet, DO IT.  Find some bands you like and go!  Of course, you’ll likely have to wait until next summer to experience it again but it’s got everything anyone could ask for.  Free admission, huge show space, outdoor beers and food vendors not to mention FREE BEER and free bottled water all night.

It all started with an early pick-me-up at one of my favorite bars (really my only favorite bar) on Bedford Ave., the Charleston.  I think it’s one of the last crusty punk rock bars on the block and even this place is cleaning itself up for a more posh clientele.  But a few things remain the same; cheap beers & shots, good tunes and free pizza.  The Charleston is one of many places in NYC that serves up small, hand tossed pizza all day and night for literally nothing.  As long as you buy a brew, you got a ticket for a pie and these pies absolutely crush most of the shit you’ll find at pizza parlors down the east coast.

 

$4 in the hole and I’m fed and I’ve got a nice early high-life buzz going.  We take a walk up Wythe Ave. to meet up with another TRBJND Richmond fella and Apocalypse Dudes frontman Hank Von Randall and we head up to LuLu’s in greenpoint to meet up with some friends from Turbojugend Baltimore, Gilbo, Jerrod and a few others I can’t remember.  I also get to meet up with my buddy Nick from Earache where I used to do some bitch work last year.  We catch up on all things heavy, guitar pedals and power tubes as we throw back several high life/Jim Beam combos.  The bartender here is super fucking nice (as is the case with most places around here) and hooks us hungry lads up with olives and offers to pick up a couple of our drinks for us.  Super nice dude, don’t remember your name but thanks!

LuLu’s is another spot that serves up free pie so after a few more combos we turn our tickets in for 3 more small pies.  Yum.

Some of our buddies are super worried about the long lines and getting into the venue before it fills up so they split off and me, Nick and Randall stay behind to have a couple more rounds.  I’m getting pretty sauced at this point and it’s not even 6pm.  My Austrailian mate and Drop Tank bandmate Harry calls to tell me he’s waiting in a HUGE line a few blocks away from the venue.  Now we start to worry and Harry is hungry for pizza.  So I stop off at a pretty decent slice shop on Franklin St. to grab him a cheese slice and a Dr. Pepper and I run down to meet him in line.  The line is fucked! Blocks long.

But as I’m approaching the head of the line, there are 2 Turbojugend ushers in front, waving me in to the venue ahead of the lines.  Real gangster style, I skip the blocks long lines along with my denim recruits and we slip in early.  We head straight to the back patio to sip on free Heinekens.  I manage to put a few of them down before checking out Nightbirds.  A pretty rockin’ punk band with a charasmatic frontman.  Totally digging these dudes, the sound is great, the lights are great, energy is there.  Killer stuff.

I walk back outside to get a free Vitamin water, chug it down and immediately get some intense heartburn.  Nick proceeds to tell me “thats like a whole scoop of fuckin’ sugar, sumbitch.  Get the smart water!”  I didn’t think about that fact and have to sit down quietly for about 20 minutes while this shit passes.  I grab a smart water, drink it down and start to feel better.  I was worried I’d fucked myself over before Turbonegro.

Checked out Doomriders.  Didn’t hear good things about them being rich boy pussies before hand and their performance was pretty whack.  Total southern heavy scene sound from northeastern dudes with some pretty terrible tough guy vocals.  Tight jeans and Les Pauls will only take you so far brah.  Back to the beer garden!

Rev. Von Broken Hope, TRBJND Richmond

I actuall don’t have patience for the lines at this point so I just hang out with bros until Doomriders finishes making noise.  Once the crowd clears out my inner high school metal fanatic comes out and I push my way to the front of the stage.  Waiting quietly like a kid.  20 minutes of standing around and the lights go down…

Turbo played a ripping set of new and old, sounding better than the last time.  Euroboy is as skinny as ever, Tony Sylvester is getting more comfortable, Happy Tom is still hilarious and keeps proving he’s the most important member of the band.  Rune Rebellion dons a new, amazing Great Britain military helmet and Tommy Manboy looks menacing as fuck with the Hank eyes sitting behind the kit.

Tots Von H and Turbo Betty, TRBJND Richmond

The place was wild.  I didn’t realize they broadcasted it live on the net.  Andy sent me a video message of him sitting on the couch at home enjoying the set as much as I did.  Just another reason to wear Vans the rest of my life.

After the gig I made my way to Bar Matchless for some overdue Heavy Metal Karaoke with some old pals and a quick bite with Harry.  At this point I’ve been up drinking and bangin’ since 1pm and it’s approaching 2am and I’ve still gotta meet up with my mates that I’m staying with at another bar down the street.  I’m surprised by even more old buds and hang out for a bit having a beer and shooting pool at Ontario bar.  I’m done at this point so Susie and I grab a cab back to her place and we pass the fuck out.  The next day we have a long one at the beach, Ft. Tilden.  It’s becoming so much more crowded, even for a Thursday.  I narrowly avoid getting towed and Ben gets a $60 ticket for parking at a restricted area.  EVERYthing is restricted here now.  These kinds of things solidify my reasons for leaving NY.  But I still love the place and would live here in a heartbeat if I had a good job.

Peace!

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