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I’ve been crying for a week. I know why too. It’s something that I can’t get out of head. I need to talk to someone but not a woman. Women want to resolve everything with a hug and an inspirational quote or poem or some kind of feelings bullshit.  And they think and say things with their feelings and heart. That’s not what I need right now. I’m an adult. An inspirational quote or poem isn’t going to resolve anything. Counselors are filled with analytical psycho babble. I just want someone to sit and listen to me and let me cry. I’m hurting and I am hurting badly.

Otep: Otep Shamaya

 * The following entry has adult language. If you are easily offended, DO NOT READ IT!

OTEP SHAMAYA, lead vocalist for numetal band Otep. Let me tell you about Otep. I went to see them this past weekend at a tattoo convention called Inklife.I’ve been going to this music and art festival since it’s 1st anniversary back in 2012. They feature national and local artists, metal bands and a freak show with human suspension. I really didn’t care for the human suspension, not because of the grotesque aspect, but because it was just plain boring. 

But back to Otep. I went to see them this past weekend. They were the opening band for Hatebred and they were the most fascinating metal band I’ve ever seen live.

Otep Shamaya is vegan, an animal rights activist and an advocate for gay rights. She has the muscle mass and the testosterone level of a man. She stands at approximately 5 ft. and 5 ins.tall. She’s 5 ins. taller than me. She is hardcore gay and a bad ass. 

She came out and sang her first song. Her vocals are aggressive like a screamer. Screamers are unclean and aggressive with intense pitch.

After the first song she greeted the audience and then sang “The stars at night are big and bright” we clapped and answer “deep in the heart of Texas.”  as if it were a reflex. She was very impressed that we knew “our state song.” By the way, Deep in the Heart of Texas is not our state song. It’s Texas Our Texas which was adopted in 1929, not like Alabama whom didn’t know their state song. 

Then she proceeds to sing a mock version of the Alabama state song  which includes a line about killing black people and then she says “at least I didn’t say brown people.”  One of the security guards was a beautiful African-American man. I thought he was going to jump the stage and kick her ass. She probably could’ve taken him too. Right before they play the next song which was about equality she goes off on this rant about being equal.Then she picks up her equality flag,waves it the air and continues on her rant. I was expecting her to say she wanted a world filled with “faggots and dikes”  She spoke very crudely but I’m sure it was all show. From what I’ve read about her she is well accomplished and very educated. 

 The last song was about “beating the man” She takes out this impaled pigs head plays with it for a bit then had us raise our fist in the air. 

I myself don’t listen to Otep because I don’t care for numetal because it doesn’t have that medolic, orchestral sound that progressive metal has, but Otep was actually good. 

The band plays together and the vocals match the sound of the band. It’s frustrating when the lead vocals don’t match the style of a band. It makes it hard to listen. I would go see them again. Otep Shamaya is awesome because she stands by her conviction. I admire that in a person. 

Jaime Jasta-Hatebred

I went to a tattoo convention this past weekend called Inklife. I had to take my wheelchair to this festival because the place was really huge and I would’ve been worn out by the end of the night.

It’s a tattoo convention that was started back in 2012…I think. It’s a music and tattoo art festival filled with family, freaks and fun. It’s on it’s 6th year and each year it gets better and better. 

They feature a lot of bands; mostly metal. One of the featured bands was Hatebred. They are metal core; which is punk and metal fusion.

I’m not really into Hatebred but Jaime Jasta is HOT. When he took stage I lost it.

His vocal style is a combination of growling and screaming. According to the research it takes more talent to growl and scream than it does to actually sing. I don’t believe it but okay I’ll go with it. He was very impressive. His vocals are very aggressive but clean, crisp and not labored. What I noticed about most of these type of singers is they don’t use their diaphragm to do the growl or scream and that’s why they sound labored. What I also liked was that this band plays together and his vocal style actually goes with the style of this band.

Their style kind of reminds me of those 80’s metal bands that started coming out of the wood works just before the whole hair band Era went down. Especially when they played

Overall they were a really good band. I would go see them again as long as Jaime Jasta was with them.

 

Natural Assumptions

I’m in a wheelchair. It’s a 2015 Litestream FX deep purple sports chair. It’s customized to my physical needs and specifications. It has removable leg peddles and arm rests with a crutch rack so I may carry my crutches if I plan on walking a certain day. It also has a seat cushion that, believe it or not,serves as a floatation device if I fall or decide to take it into a swimming pool.

So why am I telling you about my wheelchair?  Well about a couple of days ago I was sitting outside enjoying the odd summer temperature, in the middle of winter, that we have here in the Texas Panhandle when a gentleman in a bicycle rides up to me and starts preaching.  

He introduces himself and then rambles on about how he is Christian and how God had sent him to talk to me. He was talking really fast so I could barely understand what he was saying. Then I heard him say something about me being homeless and I say. “Hold on there Hoss I’m not homeless. I live here.” and I point to my apartment.  And he says “What!” I repeat myself but this time with a very irritated tone. “I live here and I have a JOB! I come outside to get some air and use the WIFI!”  And he looks at me and says “WOW, Don’t I feel like a douche right now, …And you have job; that’s more than me. I don’t even have that!”  He apologizes for his assumption, bids me good day and rides off into the sunset. 

…And the moral of the story is don’t assume someone is homeless just because they happened to be in a wheelchair.