While going through old records and pen pal letters I fondly remember hanging out at the CS library in Florida xeroxing the Horror encyclopedia (in the Ref. section) and copying enough pages to throw an awesome package together. A mixtape (yuck, how that's been co-opted now) and a gooey letter to some girl far away. The best relationships (or only ones) were spent through fanatical obsessive tape trading and letter writing. I guess I must thank MRR (and my shitty friend Max S.) for these selective memories. He's the one that introduced me to underground H/C, I mean all I knew was what I got from Nuclear Blast and Metal Maniacs. I was thinking about seriously getting into Celtic Frost at the time and busted out this obscure name. Max retaliated with a post hardcore band Quicksand. Also The Melvins whom he was sickly obsessed with. Then again Metal Maniacs did much more for my social life then Maximum RNR ever did, so fuck it I take it back!
Once I submitted that letter criticizing how everyone hates everyone else's precious music scene and can't we all just get along sentiments done through the Carcass metal lingo. I remember called these narrow minded idiots "a group of McDonalds Footsoldiers" and "something about "fecal tripe" (that's the Carcass lexicon). I even had their exoskeleton green chest cavity shirt(which now that I think of it must have been a stab at the Nigel Tuffnell green t-shirt exactly medically accurate done on a t-shirt. Take off the flesh and bones and you will see my blood and bones are green. I got it from some Earache catalog I think?
Here's the list of metal goodies I received from that experience. I was on Relapses mail list, which meant I got free sample tapes! Shitty demos from tons of bands! (one of the best being Phantasm, who did a cover of a Yardbirds song) I was always impressed by metal bands that listened to other stuff and incorporated it, the guy in Phantasm was really into R.E.M. and I even bought a t-shirt from them which had an angel stabbing out someone's guts( I stuck that one in the drawer next to an unworn RATT shirt). Another cool thing was that girls would send me packages with tapes (which often sucked and pictures which was awesome). Keep in mind these were all painstakingly handwritten edited together with a boombox on a cassette. In my day blargh, kids get off my lawn! Man I sound old! Anyway I wonder if the kid who lives in my old neighborhood still gets cool stuff from my legacy at Metal Maniacs?
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