In case you haven’t heard yet, Vinny, our trusty bass player, has jumped ship. He said his heart just wasn’t in it anymore. I started this band with him and his cousin John with no drummer two years ago and it’s sad to see him go.
But enough with the bitch-assnes, there’s punk rock to be made! Almost immediately after Vinny quit I decided to move over to bass and enlisted the talents of a new axe-man…Jeff! Jeff, formerly of Too Short Notice, is currently the only member of The Rivals who knows what a major scale is.
HOWEVER, he is also the only member who cannot speak Spanish fluently, which means Danny and I can talk about him and he’ll never know. Boom.
Watch this video of his old days in TSN and then make fun of him for being in a ska band. Then shed your pompous hipster demeanor and bond over how awesome and fun ska actually is.
Fernando + The Rivals
“Sometimes I don’t move anywhere at all”
I can’t even express how suped I am that we got a show with RVIVR!!!
Your mid-20s start to be a lull for your punk years. You aren’t as die hard into bands like you were when you were 17 because you’ve got “real life” shit to worry about; jobs, bills, staving off anxiety attacks because you feel like a 25-year-old failure who still listens to The Queers and lives with his parents.
And so your interest in the music you would champion and spend hours listening to kind of levels off. All of your favorite bands start breaking up. You start noticing you’re older than a lot of people in the crowd at shows. You’d rather listen to A Flight and a Crash or Grow Up or The Score for the millionth time instead of checking out some new band that just started out and put their whole album up for free. New music “sucks” before you even hear it and nothing excites you anymore. You’ve seen it all before, everything sucks, everyone except you is a poser, and you basically become just another hipster; hating on everything and contributing nothing.
You’ll stay on this path for a while until something comes along that makes the blood drain from your face and your hair stand on end because you’ve realized “Oh my God…I’m a fucking asshole.” That moment, for me at least, came in the form of RVIVR. I was probably on rotation #6,472 of Mush and I was scanning Punknews for the usual death of a favorite artist or break-up of a favorite band. I saw the now iconic brown album cover littered with insects. What caught my eye was the palindromic name and the absence of two original vowels from the word “reviver.” I gave them a shot on a whim. Blood drained. Hair stood. Fucking. Asshole.
All it took for me was the opening line from Life Moves (“Sometimes I move too fast. Sometimes I move too slow. Sometimes I don’t move anywhere at all”) and I was hooked. How many other good bands was I just writing off?* Why was I being such a judgmental prick about new music? I guess it gave me some false sense of importance. Like “These bands are all soulless. Lifetime, now THERE was a band that knew how to do it. These kids don’t know shit.” What a prick, right?
RVIVR got me excited again, about everything,and now our band gets to open for them? This is by far one of the coolest things that has happened to me in my life. I canNOT wait.
Also, if you’re one of the two or three people who reads this blog and have never heard RVIVR before, please, do your self a favor and listen. It’s free, you’ve got nothing to lose. Then come out to the show and have your ass blown off.
Fernando + The Rivals
*A lot. I’m ashamed to say that among those bands were Bomb the Music Industry, Candy Hearts, Laura Stevenson & the Cans, Shellshag, Lemuria, and The Dopamines. Told you. Fucking. Asshole.
Riding coattails!!! (old-timer lecture inside)
Once again, my old pal Puddles hooked us up with a show at his place, The Meatlocker. May 16th we’ll be playing with Spraynard from PA. That’s right. Fucking. Spraynard. Street cred, here we come.
Go to www.spraynard.net for free music
I love The Meatlocker for a plethora of reasons: it’s small, it’s fun, it’s DIY, it’s friendly, etc. We played our first show there and I’ve spent many a fun night bouncing around to music I loved. Let me say something right now to the people reading this who are in high school and frequent 8 Park St…
You are SO fucking lucky.
Not many kids have the chance to have a space like this to hang out at, check out bands, and basically call their own. Anytime I’m there and I see a bunch of kids hanging out together, I get that warm feeling inside. I don’t want to go on a whole rant about being an outsider and not fitting in, but I get what it’s like and I’ll support any free (dogmatically) space that will let anyone in and won’t scoff at you if you don’t have the right t-shirt. People say that The Meatlocker is old, dirty, and run down, and it is, but it’s OUR space for US to be OURSELVES and not be pressured to get a Sailor Jerry half-sleeve and adopt a Bruce Springsteen persona (even though you’re from fucking Woodbridge) just so we can fit in.
But The Meatlocker is always in danger of being shut down. This place is YOUR responsibility as much as it is the bands’ and the guys who run it. One asshole can ruin the fun for EVERYBODY.
You may think that breaking the rules is punk rock, but you know what’s not punk rock? Smoking and fucking around in front of the restaurant next door so the owners can complain to the cops and give The Meatlocker an even worse public image than it already has.
You know what fucking posers do? Hang onto and bust open the sprinkler pipe on the ceiling so that Jeff from Bomb the Music Industry has to cut his set short and the guys running the show have to hire a plumber (effectively depleting what little profit they made) to fix said pipe by order of the Montclair Fire Department before they could host another event.
You know what type of behavior spoiled assholes partake in? Complaining about dropping 6 bucks on a show (or god forbid, 3 bucks on a 7 song EP) when their stupid fucking crust punk uniform cost well over a hundred bucks. You know, when you factor in their $70 Nike-made sweatshop Chuck Taylors, $40 stretch jeans, $15 dollar Amebix shirt, $30 vest, and $25 worth of various patches and pins.
You know what kind of image conscious bullshit pricks like to parade around? Alcohol in its original container. If you’re underage and drinking down here, don’t get all pissy when someone kicks you out or tells you to cut the shit. All it takes is for one cop to see some piss drunk 15-year-old holding a bottle of Baccardi for the place to get shut down for good.
So please, if you enjoy The Meatlocker, protect it. If one of your friends is acting like an asshole, set them straight. If someone in charge tells you to stop doing something, it’s for a reason. There aren’t many spaces like this left in this state, don’t be part of the dicks who’ll put the last nail in its coffin.
Fernando + The Rivals
Yo DJ, fuck depeche mode