Gruesome Greg

Gruesome Greg

Seahawks/Stamps/Flames/Zags/Jays/Raptors fan and lifelong metal head with a beer gut and a self-deprecating sense of humour. Reviewer/blogger (Yon Senior Doomsayer) for Hellbound.ca.

I’ve got a golden ticket…

Although it’s still over a month away, I’ve been counting the days till September 11th for a little while now. But I’m not some sick creep who gets off on seeing the Twin Towers fall, nor an American patriot who watches the all-day memorials playing ad nauseum on cable news networks.
Do I remember where I was when the planes hit? Yes. Do I care to remember it? No. But September 11 is about to become a much more memorable date for me moving forward…

Man, whatever happened to my Woods of Ypres “Batman” shirt…

After reading the review of their recent Toronto show (I was at High on Fire, BTW) and coming across their Against the Seasons album while digging through my CD collection for this all-CanCon thing I’m doing on Sunday afternoons, it occurred to me that I have no fucking clue what happened to the Woods of Ypres shirt I bought in 2005. I know I didn’t get rid of it, but somehow, the fucking thing seems to have disappeared…

They say there’s a first time for everything…

I’m sure that y’all remember your first beer, first kiss, first Iron Maiden record (Number of the Beast FTW!) and so on, but there are some firsts that aren’t quite so pleasant.

Yesterday was the first time I had to pay customs on a package arriving from the States. It fucking sucked.

While y’all were drooling over RUSH, I was getting psyched for MAIDEN!!!

Let it be known that I was not amongst the group of Hellbounders who approached the Rush feature with the same excitement as the Maiden thing we did last year. Although I could listen to my entire Rush collection in about 40 minutes, I was not feeling particularly patriotic when it came to contributing to our Canada Day Special. Like the thousands of Torontonians who fly foreign flags when Canada Day lands smack dab in the middle of the World Cup, I do not have any attachment to our country–or rather, its most successful band–on this occasion.

The new saviours of doom, coming to a theater near you…

…provided that you live south of the border, that is. A little while back I asked Andy from Black Pyramid if they’d ever come to Toronto, and was told that, unfortunately, they aren’t such nice guys after all. (Point taken.) Fortunately, I can still get across the border, so I’ll be seeing them in Buffalo on Wednesday nite.