Thursday, April 30, 2015

Do you want The good news or bad news first?


We have some bad news, the Amazing Oracle will be unable to perform with The Deadites on saturday night BUT we are smashing the lemons and spiking The lemonade.
Stepping in to perform a couple of the the Anti- Diva'Evils tracks are two of the most incredible performers to ever grace A stage here or anywhere in the world!



And



Advance Tickets 
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War

My blood was frozen.

Three monitors flickered In front of me on each one a  The same time stamp 10:00 PM But a difrent Battle. 
Tiny was fighting a werewolf in front of his house.  
Andy and O were being attacked by a Dragoon (a fucking dragon!)!  
Donna and Ethan were fighting the same Vampier clone I had but there was 8 of them. 
8 was not enough. 
Neither was trash wolf. 
But the Dragon Smashed the floor of the parking garage Andy and Oracle were at.  
They fell through the floor and were buried. 
I knew they were fine. Andy was in the room with us, Somehow they managed to not get crushed, but they were hurt. 
Not hurt bad but hurt. What was going on?
We are not popular but this was a fairly elaborate attack. 

2 Deadites down. 

 We were at war. 







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Some love from The T&G

Check out this great article about This Saturdays Rockstravaganza at the lucky dog music hall Then come see it for Realz! 

Here is all the Info!

 dynoMyra, Trick or Treat Radio and Haunting TV present the Free Comic Book Day After Party you've been waiting for! There will be comics, costumes and candy! Do not miss the spring nightmare party of the year!
Advanced tickets can be purchased here: http://freecomicbookparty.bpt.me/


Headlining the event is your favorite candy eating, monster hunting, keyboard slinging freaks, The Deadites! 

We are Honored to Share The Stage With:

Telelectrix (Electronic synth dance rock goodness) 

The Agents Of Chaos (Futurecore Hip Hopera Electronic music created by Beaver McD and Captain Insidious) and 

Introducing the enigmatic Nocturnal Creatures

The event will be hosted by Myra of The Evil Streaks and Jeanette of Haunting TV!

Nerd Trivia Contest!
Comic book Character Costume contest!!!
Haunting TV will be filming A Deadites video!!!!!!


The Lucky Dog Music Hall
89 Green St. Worcester, MA
21+
Doors @8pm
starts @9pm
$8 at the door!
$6 if you come in Costume
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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

We are live!!!!!!

Check out trick or treat radio!!
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Worcester And How we live it.


*Warning giant long  complainy post ahead that is tangentially related to our upcoming rock show but really has more to do with something that's been bothering me for a while*

One of my out-of-town friends told me he thinks Worcester sucks and nothing ever cool ever happens there anymore.

 He said it was because the people were lame. Now he may have been saying that in an effort to not offend me. he may very well think the bands And my band specially is/are lame.
Well May 2nd at the lucky dog there is something awesome going on!

 Godin and I found 4 great bands to make you dance your ass off. Bands full of Synthpop goodness, Beautiful women and Great songs.

 There is going to be a contest for the best comic book character costume!
Trivia prizes!

 Ever wanted to be in a music video? well the folks at Hunting Tv will be filming a music video that night! They are amazing and the video is going to be amazing.

 Then there's us. We are The Deadites.

 The Deadites are full of some of your favorite performers in Worcester.

 80's front men. Famous radio Celebrities, Heavy metal goddesses,  Super athlete back up singers and Popular horror podcasters.
We performe our dark electronic dance music, toss in some comedy and a ton of theatricality mix it with more than just a bit of sexy and then do everything in our power to make sure that we are giving you the best 90 minutes of your week. We may have even saved you from a monster or 2.

 Long story long, it's going to be fun.

 So basically we put together a night where you can be footloose and fancy free and forget your problems for a few hours... heck you even can be someone else for the night and just have a good time.

 The only thing we can't bring is you. I think Worcester is fucking awesome I think Telelectrix is fucking awesome Agents of chaos are my children.. So I'm sort of obligated to say they're awesome.

 So don't come out to prove some jackass that doesn't know anything about how fucking great Worcester and its people can be wrong. Come out because may Second at the Lucky dog music hall is going to be amazing And the The most amazing part is going to be you guys!!!

 And PS

 I know people from all over the world.
Actors.
Filmmakers.
Radio hosts.
Musicians.
Writers.
Politicians.
Critiques.

 They are awesome, that said  I know just as many people right here from city of  the dead that are just as fucking awesome.

 Andrea wolian is from here. Derrick ring is from here. The curtain society is from here. Victor infante is from here. Duncan Arsenault who has been In more great bands then I can list? Yes that's dudes from here! Paul The Best Game master ever is from here.

 The 2 girls that sing for the Deadites are from here!! Beat that sucka's
It's  awesome here.

  we just need to stop complaining and start connecting. Stop blaming where we live and start living there.






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The Bad walk!


Shoving all my arcade tokens in into the Vampire’s open, hissing mouth seemed reasonable at the time.  It certainly pissed him off.  It also distracted him enough for me to roll him off me.
I was just going for a walk. Trying to make a game plan for how to promote this show. Trying to shank off the cull of knowing I lost a whole week.
I rounded the corner of K Street turned right up East Street and walked towards the Shrewsbury line.
It's was ‘round 10PM but I figured I'd head down to see if Tiny was still up. If I called, Tiny Wife would give him hell, but if I saw his studio light I could sneak in and hang out maybe even get some writing in. If he wasn't home I could get into the crypt on the far side from when I exited.
The crypt is a long sprawling subterranean base that runs under 3 towns on the outskirts of Necronomicon.  I lived on opposite side from where most everyone else did, on the Grafton side. Tiny's home was a few yards away from the Shrewsbury entrance. Most everyone lived on that side. The podcast and music studio and practice space was on that side as was most everyone’s apartments and the business offices. I lived near the armory and the hanger/ garage.
On nights I needed to think, I'd walk from the entrance on my end to the entrance on the other end. If I left early enough (or late enough), I could stop at my local coffee shop and/or hit Tiny's house, see the family, or just kick back and hang. It gives me a center. It makes me feel like a real live person.
Tonight my walk got stopped about 20 mins in. I think the vampire was in the tree. Every thing I know about monsters told me this was an animal on a hunt and not a ambush. But my gut was screaming otherwise.
This was a Class 4 vampire, Berzerker class. Basically junkies, mindless killers. All the good stuff of class 4 zombies but super strong and hard to kill.
In urban situations they run in packs, but that's more because of overcrowding and proximity of outbreaks not because of instinct or loyalty. That's why I was surprised when I saw the other one coming up behind the one that jumped me. The spot where I was attacked sat between 2 street lights that were 20 or so feet apart. Too bright for my eyes to really adjust, way too bright to use my night vision goggles...Pretty fucking smart. Way too smart for berzerkers. A twig snapping spun me around, and I drew and fired without thought. Before I could worry if I put down a jogger, I saw the bloodsucker’s head jerk back, flip backwards, and land in a belly flop. I had heard the second one running towards me, if Token Face was not in its way I may have not had enough time to react. I floated behind it wrapped my arms around its waist and pulled it back over my head 1/2 way over - I popped my hips driving it into the cement. This perfect (if I do say so myself) display of power and skill would have crippled a human or most monsters. It would break vampire bones but not kill it. Right now I didn't care. I didn't release the monster, floated over,  moved my arms up under its armpits, laced my fingers over the back of its neck, and performed a pretty decent release dragon suplex. The thing flew through the air and landed on the one I shot who was just getting to its feet. I always seem to do my coolest shit when no one’s around.  I was having fun.  I forgot for a second this was obviously an ambush and let the adrenalin and pride in my work take over. I was having a lot of fun. For a second.
The suplexed one and the hole in the forehead one were struggling to get off each other and out of each others way. It was hard to tell them apart it was so dark .... But... were they dressed the same? Shit they were dressed the same!! I turned to Token Face who was slowly heading to me, stopping every few steps to spit out clumps of bile covered tokens.
Orange thermal.
Khaki docker style pants.
Red canvas shoes.
Nothing that would make him jump out of a crowd of folks or vampires. But three dressed exactly the same!
I snuck a well placed side kick to his solar plexus. The blow sent Token Face a hop scotch bounce backwards.  It also sent shots of gross throat tokens into my face.
I managed to roll backwards out of the way of lunge distance of the other two, at which point I confirmed they all had the same boy bob hair cut and square jaw.
Three vampires.
Same face.
Fucking weird.
No more fun. No more fucking around. If I did not end this soon I my anger would take over and I would get sloppy.
Bowie knife to the chest , hole head down. I always have silver bullets chambered in my clavier revolver.  No help there, but at this range... I opened up into number 2's  chest.  Flesh and bone flew apart leaving an open window to what I needed. I reached in, grabbed its heart out of its shredded chest cavity. It watched me dumbfounded as I spun and shoved it into Token Face’s mouth.
I grabbed Token Face by the back of the hair, pulled him in, and gave him a DDT.  It's neck broke and his jaws clamped down on Hole Head’s heart, exploding it like a water balloon.  I was vaguely aware of him falling down dead.
My buddy Token Face rolled over onto his but with his back to me. I grabbed a low hanging branch and put it out of it’s misery.
I stood there for quite a few minutes considering these may not actually be vampires, and may not die the same way.  After a bit, I was satisfied they were dead but that's the only satisfaction I had.
What the fuck I dealing with? Cloning.  Weird genetic engineering.
Magic? Science?
Who or what wanted me dead?
I noticed the red and blue lights before I heard the sirens. I was going to do my best to bypass as many police questions as I could to get these things bagged and processed and in front of Silica and the science guys.
I pulled out my phone to try and get Mz. over here, she was good at dealing with Police. I was not. I did not have the legal knowledge or the smile to speed this up as much as I needed.
I pulled out my phone only to find she out drew me.
"GET HOME NOW!"

Not the text I wanted any night. Less so right now.







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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The Show I slept through

I really  Enjoyed going back and listing to this weeks episode of Trick Or treat Radio.
Ive said on more then one occasion  I could talk movies with my buddy Joe From the film for thought podcast in my sleep. Well this week I did!
At First I didn't  belive tiny when he told me I woke up from my poisin induced coma to do a whole podcast. BUT I DID.  I dont Know if it's my love for Ryan Goslin or my dedcation to the show and The Trick or treat radio heads But I sure as heck I did all three hours. Check it out!




Trick Or Treat Radio  #143 - The Lost Goscast


 Heeeey girl, we heard you like podcasts that discuss surrealistic films directed by very handsome men. Weeelllll have we got a show for you. On Episode 143 of Trick or Treat Radio we discuss the directorial debut of Ryan Gosling, Lost River. To help us corral all the cuteness is Joe from the Film For Thought Podcast! We also discuss the latest news from Star Wars, Batman vs Superman and other nerd news! We hear from Dr. Joey Tron, Josh from the Arkham Film Society and other hotties! So set your alarm for 5 am, grab your scorpion sweater and strap on! 
Topics discussed: Batman vs Superman trailer, the rolling droid, In Dreams, letting sweet river go, From the Dark, Lost River, Ryan Gosling, film trailers, Dynamo's birthday, what it takes to make a good Batman movie, MonsterZero at the gym, Film For Thought podcast, XSplit, the town under the Quabbin reservoir, superhero movies, Ravenshadow's time management, Harmony Korine, Zack Snyder, Nicolas Winding Refn, Winter Soldier, the score In the Rogue One trailer, Gandalf, great films not always being financially successful, Chromatics, Watchmen, Young Indiana Jones, Young Hercules, respect to the Nolan films, Lars and the Real Girl, Tori Amos’ sorta fairytale, The Notebook, Kubrick, seeing films removed from the hype, Eva Mendes, Man of Steel, Titanic, over-genrefication of media, Guardians of the Galaxy 2, Johnny Jewel, Dynamo’s fear of open bodies of water, Godfather III, Ryan Gosling’s talent not being fair, Star Wars, Rogue Squadron, Place Beyond the Pines, DC Movies vs Marvel movies, Jurassic Park and Terminator, the poster Jeanette painted for Dynamo, what's a mud room, Ti West, first time directors, Amanda Palmer, Backyard Brawling Babes, Facebook invites, Matthew McConaughey, Rob Zombie, Dead Mans Bones, Terrence Malick, Detroit, what happens when superheroes meet for the first time, It Follows and Disney’s film schedule.
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Monday, April 27, 2015

5/2 The Deadites Free Comic Book Day After Party

The Deadites Free Comic Book Day After Party with Special Guests
DynoMyra, Trick or Treat Radio and Haunting TV present the Free Comic Book Day After Party you've been waiting for! There will be comics, costumes and candy! Do not miss the spring nightmare party of the year!

Headlining the event is your favorite candy eating, monster hunting, keyboard slinging freaks, The Deadites!

Also along for the ride are:
Telelectrix (Electronic synth dance rock goodness)

The Agents Of Chaos (Futurecore Hip Hopera Electronic music created by Beaver McD and Captain Insidious)

and introducing the enigmatic Nocturnal Creatures

The event will be hosted by Myra of The Evil Streaks and Jeanette of Haunting TV!

The Lucky Dog Music Hall
89 Green St.
Worcester, MA

21+
Doors @ 8pm
Starts @ 9pm
$8 at the door!





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How I almost Fucking blew it!


The bayonet went through my armpit and up through the back of my shoulder. The thing that stabbed me hissed at me. It looked like the illegitimate step child of Ken Burns and Ray Harryhausen. Confederate grays hung off its skeleton frame in tatters. The fact that I wore blue when last we may have met probably had nothing to do with it running me through, but the irony was not lost on me.

At any rate, I had only been asleep 20 minutes and I planned on waking up in 4 hours next to the goddess I went to bed with, then grabbing brunch at the Red Rock just before they stopped serving it at 3PM.

I'm generally excited to see our fearless leader Donna Matrix’s name on my caller ID, but not at 6AM the morning after a legendary date night.

"Rise and shine, buttercup," she said coldly.

"What?" I said, but it came out more like "warrggglr?"

"I need you to relearn English, get dressed, and get down to the hanger." She hung up without another word.

And while I hated her for it, I did just that.

15 minutes and one mortal wound later here I was.

I saw the rest of the team fighting other undead soldiers from other wars. Oracle reckoned it  was a spell gone wrong, since the shambling Ken Burns film just stood on in the parking lot across from That's Entertainment until someone walked off the sidewalk and into the Lot.
Then they did what most reanimated Skeleton Soldiers do.

It felt like it took a week to raise my revolver aim it and fire.

The shot blew the Bonney jerk back. Then the weirdest thing happened. I blinked, and the sun was replaced with fluorescent lights; the raging battle was replaced with the dull pink and light blue walls of the infirmary.

Then sleep again.

"Rise and shine, buttercup"

Visions of Bill Murray being serenaded by Sonny and Cher spun through my head before my eyes defied me and pried themselves open.

This was the 2nd time in as many wake ups I had been arisen by a women 100% of the male population would give a limb to wake up to. But I was not pleased. She looked calm, clean, neat, and composed. Not like someone who had gone ten rounds in all the World Wars. It was not so much that I had been out long enough for her to shower and change that had me worried, but the fact she had gotten a haircut that bothered me. My brain got hung up on "how long I've been out" just long enough to roll a bit too far into my mental intersection where it got T-boned by a speeding "what happened?"

Something to the effect of "I got stabbed" and "this is what happened" skidded into the debris. The flaming wreck of words was just too much to push out through the the overpass tunnel I call my face. All that I could squeeze out was a little bit of go-cart that said:

"I like your hair."

Then sleep.

Next, I woke up in my clothes. Sitting in my room on the edge of the bed.

Tiny ran by, then put the brakes on, sliding to a comedic stop.

"There you are, dude."

My face must have said, "What the holy fuck?"

"The dead army guys had a some sorta poison on their gear. It killed the civilians it hit instantly."

Tiny was pretty good at reading me.

"We’re all good. No one else was slow enough to get hit."

"I was immune?"

"I wouldn't say immune.  You sat in the sick bay for 3 days..."

My change in posture stopped Tiny in his tracks before I got the words out.

"I was out for three days?" I knew I wasn't going to like the answer even before Tiny said it.

Tiny took a deep breath.

"It's the 27th. You went down the 20th."

I think I said, “Shit.”

"You sat in the Infirmary until Wednesday."

"Then they moved me here?"

I could see Tiny grin through his mask.

"Theeeeennn you got up and did Trick or Treat Radio."

"I did?"

"Yeah."

"Was I a mess?"

At that, Tiny beamed like a proud poppa!

"You were great! Great review, concise and insightful."

"I should get poisoned by Civil War skeletons more often."

"I wouldn't say no. It's been quiet - no police all week."

I couldn't remember doing the radio show or coming down to my room. I remembered waking up to Matrix a few times, but I was not 100% sure that was real. You would think time would mean nothing to someone like me. I've had and wasted more time than any 20 fellas. But this last time was bothering me.

"Don't be worried. Silica pretty much swapped out your blood. You lost a lot of blood before that. Skip 13 said the poison was a mix of classic European alchemy and plain ol’ American mad science. One of it's tricks is that it keeps you dehydrated to stifle your immune system..."

"... Since most folks die right quick..."

" ..... It was made for people like us."

"Well, people like me any way."

I was sick of traps. And vendettas. I'm just a dude tryin’ to do my job. Like a plumber or an electrician.   ‘Cept clogged pipes seldom come back for revenge, and if that was even a thing the ones in my bathroom would be on a watch list for sure.

Tiny was saying something about not worrying about lost time, and that the blackouts were probably natural. I was about to ask if Matrix had got a haircut when something Tiny said cut my pity party short.

"Rehearsal" I said.

"When I came by, and you weren't here, I thought you’d went down to rehearsal." A lot of folks think Tiny sounds like Christopher Walken. I think he sounds like the voice in a dubbed kung fu movie. Right then, Tiny was not ANY making sense.

"Show?”

The next few minutes made zero sense. We had booked a last minute show, but I had no recollection of it. Worse still, I had lost valuable promo time. My brain scrambled to make some sense of this crazy situation. The company was in no position to have a loss. We were so far in debt that one show - not even a really successful one - would make much difference. But a bad one, a loss, could shut us down. You hear a lot of dumb expressions like:

"Can't get blood from a stone."

"I have nothing to give."

Well, I reckon those creditors aren't cosmic warlords or crazy time displaced wizards. Two long goes by without a check and the situation escalates quickly.

"Don't worry man, you're sick. Ravenshadow and the Ketchum's will pick up the slack.”

Our manager Jack Ketchum, his assistant Michael Ravenshadow, and his ditzy artist son Jack Jr. were supposed to be in charge of promoting us. As you may be able to guess from our current financial situation, they don't. And when they did it might be better if they didn't. Tiny's suggestion was equivocal to telling a new mother to leave her newborn in the care of Jason, Freddy, and Leatherface. In reality, our career would be safer in the hands of fictional serial killers.

"Sooooo," he said, and the “s” came out more like a whistle. "Looks like you're on the clock then."

"Looks like," I answered. "When is it?”  Not that it mattered - anything less than 6 months was not enough lead time to do it right.

"Next Saturday, May 2nd."

That day sounded familiar, but he didn't give me a chance to ask why.

"Free comic book day, and the Fight of the Century - not much competition there."

"No pressure!" he added.

I'm not sure if the levity was for his benefit or mine.  Sure didn't help ME any.

We sat for a few minutes and made more small talk.  A few jokes and a borrowed PWG disc later, he was gone, and I was left to put myself together.

In what felt like one long lousy morning. I'd been stabbed, poisoned, my brain compromised, and left with a oppressive amount of work.

Never did make it to Red Rock.
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