thrashinbiker

Yeah man I waffle about bikes a lot hehe. Sorry

Hope you feel better soon, TG. Pneumonia is a nasty little bugger, as you no doubt realise. I do hope you are enjoying your time in Hobart and that you had a good day witht he Mrs and the in-laws. Been a quiet day here, cooked a meal for me and the parents (I am their carer so all good) and took the lazy approach to most of it this year, as I, too, am not very well right now (seems like most of the forum/planet has some lurgy or another) so went with frozen roast potatoes and vegetables, but it turned out okay. I even - disgracefully to admit as a Brit - bought mince pies rather than making them, since I am so, so exhausted. Fortunately, enjoyment was had by all and I think I might take the lazy approach next year, since it was nice to be able to have an afternoon snooze without worry. Anyway, I am knackered and off to bed soon, but I promise to get to the album recommendations some of you so kindly provided (my head has been to fuzzy for either music or television at the moment and I like to be able to concentrate) but I wanted to wish each and every one of you a Merry Christmas and to thank all of you who have interacted with me since I joined the forum as you have made this a very pleasant experience and sometimes much needed bolt-hole as a lift to my mental health. Have a good one, whatever you are doing

Hello HB, welcome to MF from the UK!

Hey @GoatmasterGeneral I am full of cold at the minute so not really in an eating mood but that looks DELICIOUS. I'm going to have a go at making it when I'm better, for sure! I could see me adding a bit of sriracha sauce on that for an extra bit of kick. Not too much too subdue the spices and other flavours but just a bit. Despite being a chef in a previous life, I have never heard of shakshuka before, but it's just sprung to the top of my "to cook" list!

Absolutely full of cold and mostly in bed listening to music and watching stuff on my phone. Listening to Mayhem as recommended by @FatherAlabaster And also, non-metal sie, but bloody good musicianship all the same, my favourite childhood album: This album came out in 1981, when I was three years old and I played the old vinyl (and recorded it on cassette to listen to on my Walkman) and I was made up when it was reissued on CD in 1997. Squeeze still remain one of the most underrated bands, in my opinion. The lyrics were so simplistic, yet amazingly put together (short and fat/with a fishnet hat/and a hungry cat/in a nice new flat) being among many of my favourites. This album is credited as taking influence from a variety of music - rockabilly, R&B and Merseybeat among others. Eminently listenable and great for adding a bit of cheer to your day. Notable picks - "Piccadilly", "Labelled With Love", "Heaven" and "Vanity Fair", though all of the songs are great. A rare non-metal album that I absolutely NEVER skip a track on. Hope you are all well guys and apologies for the lack of posting, hope to be back on board soon!

🎶So drink those mysteries, with one more whisky... there's no tomorrow...🎶

Bourbon is a good thing my man! I am on the beer (now finished) and the raspberry vodka. Fuck man, I am rather drunk, I admit.

Nah man I don't think it was missed, just that we are all good dudes and want to make sure we don't offend each other You guys are great and in comparison, if I ever thought I had accidentally offended any of you, I would be genuinely gutted, for sure.

First off - I fucking LOVE the car, man! Haha, it's like seeing an 80's/early 90's US TV show here. If you saw a car like that in the UK (either today or in the 1980s) you would expect it to be being driven by some poshly dressed chauffeur, driving a visiting dignitary about rather than occupied by some metalheads headbanging to some heavy shit. Brilliant. Really interesting to hear about the scene in NY back then. Like always, London was seen as the hub for alternative music and lifestyles, and it is mostly London that is quoted as being at the centre of these revolutions, however, a lot of this "teenage disaffection" and rebellion also took place "oop North", as you would say. In my suburb of Merseyside/Liverpool, like I said, it was, and still is, mostly populated by pensioners/retirees, and being the long-haired, leather jacketed youth that I was from the tail end of the 80s and into the 90s, my particular brand of self-expression was very unusual for our town and, even now, it still not exactly usual, even though you see a few more of us metalheads around now. But, even back then, you would only have to venture into the city (some 12-13 miles away - a half hour car ride or 20 minutes on the train) and there were some venues cropping up that latched onto the rock/metal scene. A notable place was a metal club called The Krazyhouse, which, sadly, closed in 2018, though still holds the odd "nostalgia" event. Back in the early 90's, though, it was the place where, even if live bands weren't playing (I could look up some of the bands, probably, though I remember Korn playing there at some point) there was always metal playing. At the K (as we called it, for short) there was no shortage of our long-haired leather jacketed brethren, and, as the place stayed open until 5am (most other places closed at 2am) you could even find a brave non-rocker in there from time to time. The K got onto this and, later on, as well as the main floor (on the ground, or first floor for my US readers) they added an Indie floor on level 2 (K2) and then a current chart/old pop floor on the level 3 (K3). Of course, the metalheads generally contained themselves where the metal played, but occasionally, when those posh, middle-class folks from the other two floors decided to see how the rockers live, we would storm their floors (particularly the top one) and happily form a mosh pit to Alanis Morissette or Duran Duran. It was the sort of place where anything goes - I shudder to think how many children were conceived in that place because drunken fucking was highly prevalent - and this was never more so than on Thursday nights when ALL drinks were two for one, regardless. Of course, it was the sort of place where the food available ranged from pickled eggs, pot noodles and burgers and chips and was a firm favourite all round. It was also the sort of place that constantly smelled of cigarette/pot smoke, puke and had a floor that was so sticky that if you stood still for too long, the soles of your boots would melt into it. And, naturally, the toilets were always at least an inch deep in piss (and fuck knows what else) but did it stop us going? Did it fuck. Shame you lost touch with those Irish girls, man. I bet they have told endless stories of you and your friend, hehe. Of course, I had to add to the "bad guy" thing by also riding a motorbike - I was never allowed to be alone with girls such was my level of normie rebellion - but fuck'em then and fuck 'em now haha. Oh and to keep on topic, I am currently listening to (the final recommendation that wasn't meant to be a recommendation from @GoatmasterGeneral: \m/ FUCK YEAH \m/

Another recommendation by the @GoatmasterGeneral himself. @FatherAlabaster I am getting to yours once I've done the third and final recommendation by GG. I'm only ten minutes in so far and I absolutely love the music - though I am not entirely sold on the vocals. The screams are good but the deeper growls are a bit what I call "sore throat vocals", which I must admit, in this case, aren't really reaching me, but like I said, I am only halfway through. Give that man a Halls Soothers, a glass of hot honey and lemon, tuck him up in bobos and he should be fine in the morning

Do not fear, AS, in the short time i have been on this forum, my view of GG has been elevated already to the status of the older brother I never knew I had and certainly didn't want. But it's forever real. Joking aside, what exactly is a "goat sniffer"? Obviously I can picture the literal intent of such a phrase, however I am thinking there is more to it than meets my innocent, angelic eye...

Absolutely great story @GoatmasterGeneral and apologies for the delay in replying - I wanted to ensure I had a few minutes to consider and respond. I had to Google a Pontiac Grand Prix as I have never seen one in the flesh, as it were. The '66 and '77 models look awesome, though I didn't sit there and search through them all. If you read my entry in the "music that shivers me timbers" thread, you will know that my uncle introduced me to metal and as we grew to be friends, I was allowed use of his Pontiac Trans Am (his pride and joy and it was on land he rented, not public roads) and used to flay those fucking tyres to metal, which was class. Being a Brit, my knowledge of Pontiacs is largely limited to the Trans Am (my uncle and, of course, Smokey and the Bandit) and the Firebird (Knight Rider). Also, as you know, I am a biker rather than a car enthusiast, so I naturally don't really look at cars, however, due to the link to my uncle, and also your story, I will have to have a read into Pontiac's history. I will try to be as short as possible - the rest of your story is fucking quality. Did you ever keep in touch with the girls or was it one of those fleeting things that just dies off? It's funny how us longhairs, past and present, are seen as the bad ones, yet we are the best fucking dudes on earth for sure. Either way, it sounds like a great time you had, man. Finally, I am interested, as a lowlife Brit, what was it like being a metalhead in (I think?) New York in the eighties? Was there any kind of acceptance at all? I have read NY is a pretty chilled out/permissive state, however I have never been there (though I have been to the US several times) so I just wondered. I know you said the girls were seemingly wanting to not be seen by their employers with you, but that's the middle class for you. I am more interested in day-to-day stories. It's funny, as though I have lived in other parts of the UK as an older dude, I am back here where I grew up, and even some 7-8 years later than your story, me being a metalhead and having long hair was certainly the exception to the rule and, while I wasn't exactly popular anyway, parents used to drag (yes, DRAG) their children away from me as if I were some horrendous influence on their innocence, haha. I didn't give a shit then and less so now. Finally, yes, it is eejit if you are Irish. The names you have to contend with are pretty simple, fortunately. Try Saorise, Tadhg, Nimah, Siobahn and Aoife

EVERYday is THRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH dayyyy! \m/ \m/

Well, I have just given this a listen, as posted in the "What Are You Listening To?" thread and fuck, man, I am impressed, seriously. Absolutely LOVED Alcoholic Triumphator and Whisky Time, though that isn't to say I didn't enjoy the other two immensely. That drumming on Whisky Time, jeez that guy has epic timing and focus. Side note - Both my dad and I like a whisky but I will have to remember to restrain myself from snarling "IT'S FUCKING... WHISKY TIIIIIIIIIIIMEEEEEEEEEEEE!" the next time I reach for the bottle. It's funny, because you look at the band name and the EP name and it conjures up images of some wannabe musicians arsing about with guitars and a drum set, but any kind of assumption that this is some joke band are quickly dispelled upon hearing the opening bars of the first track - these are serious musicians and the whole production is professional and totally listenable. Yes, I would pay money for this EP. And on a note of pure aesthetics, who doesn't like a rather friendly looking goat with a bullet belt, spikes and brandishing an automatic weapon? I'll be listening to the others later and also the ones @FatherAlabaster kindly recommended. Sorry, @AlSymerz it looks like they might be converting me! Now, if I can just order that corpse paint and book myself in for a baphomet tattoo I might be all BM'd up in time for Christmas!

On recommendation from the man, the myth, the goat-herder himself, @GoatmasterGeneral, my morning cup of coffee is currently being quaffed to: