Recorded in 2011 at Guitar Center in Irvine, California.
Recorded in 2011 at Guitar Center in Irvine, California.
I went to Fiddler’s Green in Englewood, Colorado last night to see one of Slayer’s final shows on Saturday, August 18 at Fiddler’s Green Amphitheater
According to the tour shirt, the band has two American shows left.
It was more than just a closure for Slayer, but a celebration of the thrash movement as Anthrax, Testament, were among the honored guests for the moment of the era Lamb of God and. Slayer included their classics, like Raining Blood, Hell Awaits, and Seasons in the Abyss.
Perhaps the most moving moment was when lead vocalist and bassist, Tom Araya teared up out of gratitude from Slayer fans for nearly four decades of support.
photo by Jim Rousch for Metalflame (c) 2018
I was an instant fan of Slayer’s when I was in eighth grade because they helped me expressed my emotions better than I could verbalize to anyone. This is when they released Show No Mercy in 1983.
How it was that the rain poured down and the thunder rolled.
As per my understanding, Gary Holt will return to Exodus upon the end, as he picked up Jeff Hanneman’s torch after he passed in 2013 from cirrhosis.
One of the greatest things about Slayer is that they are one of the few bands that stayed together from their school days up to the end, the Scorpions, are another example of this. The Scorpions formed in 1965.
photo by Jim Rousch for Metalflame (c)2018
As someone who waited 35 years to see this legendary band, the show they played on Saturday was worth the 35 years I waited.
I don’t know what to call this, but one can tell that I struggle with the timing because my coordination needs to improve.
I realize what a lot of you are thinking.
This guy kind of sucks on the axe. However, you did read some time ago that I never claimed to be Dimebag Darrell Abbott or Randy Rhoads.
This composer has a developmental disability and has had two seizures. Hence, he records the tune while the notes are still in his mind. There is virtually no short-term memory, and it’s too late by the time some of the melody returns.
The worst thing about it is the melody is never the same once some of it returns to my mind.
Just be happy that I’m keeping the classical heavy metal era alive through these compositions. Maybe I’ll have a kid one day who can perfect his or her old man’s works, but these are the best I can do for right now. Be grateful that this Jack the Ripper is not a dull boy by only displaying one type of material on here.
There are different sides to my personality, other than being a cut-throat liberal, and I want to share some of the other sides. These recordings are only one verse long, as one should figure that the other one or two verses are the same-just like in a hymnal.
You probably have no idea that my hands shake as I type. Well, they do. I’m lucky that I can do any of this.
My hands shake because of what has happened to me over the course of time. There are times when I should record the compositions in pieces and take short breaks in between.
My left hand shakes as I type this, in fact, and this is probably something that I will have to deal with for the next 50 or 60 years.
This is just more proof that people with disabilities can do more than what most people expect.
While it’s true that these recordings aren’t exactly perfect, I release them as is due to the fact that my short-term memory is lacking. The main point is that Americans with developmental disabilities can create, whether you think they can or not.
I can always perfect the recording later.
I can actually hear the percussion parts in my mind as I compose the tune-too bad I can’t play a set of Slingerlands worth a damn.
This is kind of a thrash piece that I’ve been contemplating for a few hours. It kind of reminds me of something that Anthrax would have recorded for the 1985 album Spreading the Disease.
That’s my gear from Orange County, California.
I couldn’t find a Peavey at Guitar Center in Irvine, California, so I got this, and I think it’s still in storage. That Jackson is probably my favorite axe, and for an obvious reason. I also have a Dean and a Fender. The Dean looks like Ritchie Blackmore’s Fender Stratocaster. I also have a Fender Gemini II acoustic, which I bought in 1986.
My best friend and I started a band in Los Angeles, California in 1985 and we would write long into the night, hitting the streets after 10 p.m.-and I have no idea how in the hell we pulled that off without getting busted, because we go to friends’ houses and go off on our bikes or skateboards to McDonald’s. We would then play hacky sack in the street until one in the morning and go back to writing lyrics until around three in the morning.
The funny part is that I would wake up around 7:30 in the morning and take one of the axes. It was at this point that I would be “asked” to take it outside, where I could perfect the tune he and I composed the night before, so I would be there with an old tape recorder and the axe.
It took me longer to learn songs because of the brain damage-and I hated it. I felt stupid, but that wasn’t the case. I just didn’t know how to learn for my situation.
I wish I had enough confidence to play leads, because I would have been a much more effective member of the band. What really irritated the hell out of me was the fact that I
would forget chord changes which we had just written, and I felt stupid for it. However, it was years later that I came to realize that I was never stupid; that I had a learning disability to overcome.
I went back to writing when the heavy metal thing didn’t come to fruition.
Of course, the other side of that $20 bill reads that I’d probably be dead by now by 25 had we been signed, and that’s because I have always been a person of extremes in every aspect of life. It’s not something which I aim for. It just works out that way.
It’s amazing that this brain damaged mess has played heavy metal for over thirty years, but this is why I have become so pissed off at parents of so-called “low-functioning” children-because I wasn’t supposed to amount to anything at all.
I’m a writer, a musician, and a general pain in the amygdala.
Someone has to be.
©2017, Jim Rousch
I’m in a really bad mood today. I don’t believe it’s a good idea for me to write about the issue at this particular moment in time because I’m livid. I haven’t had any sleep since 8:30 yesterday morning.
I cannot go into the particulars at this exact moment in time. However, someone very special to me was there when I needed her yesterday. Her voice helped come down for at least a little while. She’s an angel.
This recording is a first draft, but I figured it was good enough. I don’t have an album coming out, so who cares? You get the gist of it.
One of the things I like about E is it’s a really angry key. It’s like knocking a hole in one of the walls in your apartment so that you can hit your neighbor in the back of the head.
That’s how I feel right now.
This is where I truly have to be careful with regard to how I write, because I am not on firm ground right now. This comes with traumatic brain injury.
I don’t know how long I will be in this Green Hell (remember that tune?), but just bear with me while this spiritual bowel movement passes.
I’ll tell what happened when the time is right.
You’ll still see me here, because I have a job to do. However, please realize that I’m trying to watch myself carefully until this crap is resolved.