Jim Trainer

Posts Tagged ‘Hostile City’

4/30

In National Poetry Month, punk rock, RADIO on April 4, 2015 at 5:48 pm

radio coming into
the room like it was 1999
“Pink Flag” and all that shit
still holding up
at 3am, the morning
of my 40th birthday

what a thrill
me&Big Brother night
together again
synchronous&singing
to WKDU

a tube radio will literally warm the room
f-this generation,they are doomed.

2/30

In National Poetry Month, Poetry, Writing on April 2, 2015 at 5:20 pm

Shrieks of Paradise, Correspondence&Rails#20, Dear Maximum RocknRoll

In music journalism, news media, punk rock on January 22, 2015 at 1:45 pm

3923 Run of the Oaks Drive #G
Austin, TX 78704

Editors, Maximum RocknRoll
PO Box 460760
San Francisco, CA 94146

10/4/11

Hello-

Punk rock doesn’t mean anything anymore.  If you were there or part of it, sure-it means allot to you and for the rest of your life.  But this generation doesn’t get it.  And I fear they never will.  They’ll only think of punk rock in Guitar Hero terms, as a fashion or hairstyle.  Kurt Cobain.

11 years ago a band came out of Philly that was the real deal.  Seeing The Bad Vibes play meant you’d get your whole body chopped off in just under 15 minutes.  There might be bottles broke and basses through windows but you welcomed this annihilation.  It was rock and roll.  You had to find a way to get the world off your neck.

2002’s Hate Your Everything was propulsive-fast.  Furious and full of hate.  It was punk rock with as much virulence and nihilism that could be cranked into a 10 song, 15 minute album.
2005’s All The Right Ways To Do You Wrong took strides in being something exceptional within the genre.  It was post-punk but had lost none of the original ire.  I Smell A Rat, for example.  The song conveys vulnerability in a bitter, hands up way that many of the band’s contemporaries can’t touch.
After 6 years the guys are back.  They’re getting ready to release an EP and start playing the kind of shows that scare off the phonies and help us kill it in our heads.  I’m hoping you’ll consider running an interview I’ll be doing with them in a couple of weeks.

When I reviewed Hate Your Everything in 2002, I wrote that The Bad Vibes were Anti-Core Core.  They were against any kind of movement, even the one they were creating.  Reminds me of The Business, singing about being on the wrong side of whatever side there was.

Hail, hail rock and roll.

Yours,
Jim Trainer
Austin, TX
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One From The Heart-The Bad Vibes Hate Your Everything

In cd review, Music, music journalism, Philadelphia, punk rock on January 20, 2015 at 12:07 pm

gavin

The Bad Vibes do not play punk rock music. Fuck you. Punk’s not dead. It just sucks now. The Bad Vibes are not down with your “anti-punk” stance. Nor do they respect your anti-“anti-punk” scene. They’re not retro. They’re not down with your retro scene. They’re not on Clear Channel. They’re not on WMMR. They destroy you. You thank them. Someone needs to clear out all these corpses so’s I can get right up in front of the stage. Rock. What is rock? Blues. What are the blues? 4 men. “Shake you all up… Put you in yer place.” This town is dead. The Bad Vibes make “war on you”. Anti-core core. The Bad Vibes hate your everything.
©2002

bad vibes
This review originally appeared in the Fall 2002 Issue of WKDU‘s Communique, as well as the Steel Cage Records’ website around the same time.  WMMR is one of two big classic rock radio stations in my hometown.  I will always think of this band and their explosive shows fondly. When they stopped playing, Philly got boring again.  Hail, hail rock and roll.

Getting Used To Nothing Being Wrong

In Uncategorized on October 22, 2012 at 5:47 pm

Indian Summer. Windy&warm. Black September giving sway. Moving into the mournful season but everything is OK.
Bad blues finally broke. I’m cleaning up the apartment, apologizing to friends and I feel like I’ve been let out on parole.
Had a sexy&smart editor come through. She blew through here and we blew through my stack of words until we had a tight little package we could send off to the publisher.
Heard from WragsInk, “68 pages of Real…” and it feels good. It’s what I’ve wanted, for 20 years, and now it’s here. I had a vision when I first touched boot to Texan ground, back when I was on the night shift and the day shift and living in a $500 flat off Burnet. Seems like so long ago and that I was such a young man. Which is funny considering how I thought of myself back then and all the times in my life I thought I blew it for that matter. I blew Hostile City and landed here. Life goes on. Life always goes on. Then it ends.
Got Winged Shoes and a Shield in the mails on Friday. Burned through it in two days. The man’s writing is brilliant. Makes you wonder if you haven’t been sleeping. Or it could just reaffirm what you always knew about:
-this country
-death
-adolescence
-rock&roll
-culture, war and war culture
It’s important to be awake. And its great to have allies. You know who you are.
Tune in here for a guest blog from Don Bajema. He’ll be posting one from out on the road of his Spoken Word Tour. Catch a reading if you’re up on the East Coast.

Snakes Will Eat You designer, singer/songwriter of Psalm Ships and good friend Joshua Britton is blowing through Hippie Town tonight. He changed his mind about El Reno, OK this morning and it’ll be good to see him. It’s been awhile.

So hold on, Brother. You got this. We haven’t come this far down the bad road to close our eyes or turn any away from the Temple door. This is our life. We made this. And we’re not alone.

Best,
Trainer