Slipknot bassist arrested, no-one cares

wait a minute...Slipknot has a bassist???

They still exist? You can only play a joke for so long, guys...

somehow i cant believe dave q and i are the only people on ilx who like slipknot. maybe scott seward too.

it must've been hard for him to see the light was red with that mask on.

i like several slipknot tunes. stone sour sucks tho.

i was just listening to Iowa today, actually! the title track lulled my 6-month old to sleep! i was reminded of them cuz singer corey taylor was on headbangers ball the other night with his new band. he's kinda cute! with geeky glasses and everything.

Well, like Slipknot or not, it's kinda like if someone from Pigface or Hawkwind was arrested. They can bud new band members asexually.

i was talking to my dad the other night. in his retirement he is working part-time for child protective services in upstate new york. he has to go to a boy's home once a week and check up on the kids there. he said all they listened to was 5 cents and slipknot. i said, that's 50 cent, dad, and i like slipknot. he bellowed at me, but they are horrible! how can you listen to art pepper albums AND slipknot! It's impossible! i said, i dunno, you raised a freak, what can i tell you. i told him that in general i'm a sucker for rock bands with 2 or more drummers. he was truly dismayed. of course, the bane of his existence is that my brother has been making bunny brains music for the last 15 years. he's dumbfounded that anybody other than my brother would ever want to hear that noise. he raised us right, too. lotsa funk, jazz, southern rock, r&b, blues. half my childhood was spent in manhattan jazz clubs getting drowzy on ginger ale and often dreading the sentence, "so, you wanna stay for the second set?" my reward for being such a good little jazzbo was that i got good long browses at bleeker bob's, second coming, tower, colony, st.marks books or the strand. this was more then ample compensation for 4 hours of art blakie, dizzy, larry coryell or whoever. even then my dad would make excuses for me when explaining my presence-an 11 or 12 year old at a shwanky jazz club- to someone like red garland or philly joe jones: oh yeah, he likes the rock but he listens to his coltrane too.- which was true. and it was nice of him to leave it at "he likes the rock", glossing over the multiple black sabbath and adam & the ants posters on my walls in the company of such archetypal hipsters.Art Pepper AND Slipknot? We, my brother and I, will always leave him scratching his head. where did he go wrong?

then again, he's the one who turned me on to Jackie & Roy AND Molly Hatchet, so i don't know what his fucking problem is.

your father should be proud. my mother's just thankful i came around to disco again once i hit 21.

your father sounds like god, scott.

yeah, that sounds like an idyllic childhood (although for the jazzbo that i am now, i might have hated it when i was a kid).

don't get me wrong. i love him. and i owe him a lot. he's just grumpy is all. and his love for imus and n.y.p.d. blue confuses the hell out of me.
can i tell you a little story that my dad told me when i was, like, 11. one of the truly awesome things about my dad is that age didn't factor in much as far as what he told us or allowed us to see. he was taking me to bloody cops and robbers movies when i was a pup. i remember being seriously freaked out by that first richard pryor concert movie he took me to, cuz i didn't know what dildoes were. they sounded scary though. plus, he took me to art films as well. double bills like harold and maude/days of heaven. i got to see the munch show when i was a kid at moma! he took me to watch woody allen film annie hall in central park!(woody was my idol as a pup) even when i was older i meet up with him in the city and he casually has us drop by the gallery that had the very first show of andres serrano's piss christ going on!! so, yeah, i don't know how he did it, cuz he's square in a million different ways, and yet he somehow set up this alternate universe for me to feed off of that was far removed from my day to day connecticut rural/suburb existence. i mean he brought home the village voice and the soho news every week and between those and mad magazine, rock scene, and the national lampoon i was never gonna be a squeaky clean apple-cheeked kid. i was tainted by bohemia at an early age.
this thread is dead, right? i can ramble a bit, no? who cares, right?
anyway, my dad worked for c.b.s. and n.b.c. for a little while in the late 50's. i think this was after he got kicked out of college for drinking too much. he did various gofer jobs and got to work on shows like bilko and ernie kovacs. he even got to walk ernie knovac's dogs! he also worked as an usher sometimes on the ed sullivan show and here's where the story gets good. one day, he's there early at the theatre and someone says that elvis is on the show tonight and there in fact is elvis on stage doing a sound check. my dad couldn't care less. he doesn't see the king, he sees some hillbilly up there. if it had been mingus or somebody he would have been excited. so that night the show is going on and everything is fine. then elvis is introduced and the crowd goes wild and before you know it the head usher is coming up to my dad and telling him that there is a disturbance in the front rows. my dad goes to check it out and there before him are rows of ecstatic teenage girls all screaming as one,and many of them are very vigorously masturbating while watching the king.grinding/pawing/etc. he was never very clear about what exactly he did to rectify the situation. something along the lines of "break it up here"/shining his flashlight was what i vaguely recall him saying, but it never sounded very convincing. i tend to think that he just stood there slack-jawed until the song was over. or at least that's what i would of done. and i am my father's son.

Your dad sounds like he should have been the first guy to write in saying, "Dear Penthouse, this might not sound like the truth but..."

hah! but he's very matter of fact. never tall tales with him. to be honest, it's the only risque story he ever told me. i can just picture him looking at elvis with complete disdain. he was old-school. pop to him meant frank sinatra or patti page.

Show him the end of Pink Flamingos, that's a Patti Page song playing. ;-)

ned, you are drunk! oh wait, that's me. so anyway, ned, do i need every ride album, or only some of them. please let me know. AND, i have to ask you if you own a copy of The Gathering's How To Measure A Planet. if you don't own it, go get it! Immdiately! you will thank me for years and years.

DEFINITELY only some of them. Nowhere, Going Blank Again and any associated EPs between 1990 and 1992. After that you can ignore them completely.

The Gathering, hm? I will note it...