When I was a little boy, just learning to talk and still figuring out the intricacies of the English language, I would caution others to “be carefully”. Little kids say the funniest things, and they say these things with the sincerity and urgency of those whose possess an extremely limited vocabulary. I don’t remember ever saying “be carefully”, but my 92 year old grandmother loves to tell me...
I miss the summer time.
3 minutes in one of my favorite spots. Tunes by: Boneless Ones. Skate or die.
Lamb of God has successfully made it once again into China! We were banned here for a long time because the government was under the impression we were an evangelical Christian organization, Hell-errr-Heaven bent on spreading the word of Jesus and undermining communism. Man, we just can’t win… The last time we were in China we had two shows booked- one in Beijing, one here in...
The buck stops HERE: Grinch economics & why Junior...
“He is no crusader. He is no tribune of the people. He is no enemy of entrenched privilege. He is a pleasant man who, without any important qualifications for the office, would very much like to be President.” ...
What it's like to be in a band.
Being a member of my band, lamb of god, has provided me with many different experiences. Some are incredibly exhilarating, such as watching one of my best friends jump out of an airplane right in front of me, then eight terrified seconds later following him into free fall high above the Nevada desert. Stepping onstage in front of a hundred or so thousand screaming people in the English...
Let’s do this.
The GREATER you are the LESS you have to PROVE:... →
themerchdude: No one does a speech better that D. Randall Blythe, so Instead of me talking about him I’ll let him introduce himself to you guys. My fellow Americans: My name is D. Randall Blythe, I sing for a band called lamb of god, and I am going to be the next President of the United States. If you want…
I want to be The Big Cheese.
It’s 2012 now, the year some are saying the Mayan calendar predicts a cataclysmic upheaval across the board for our planet, perhaps even the end of the world as we know it. I don’t know if these doomsday predictions have any validity, but I do know one thing: the potential candidates in the race to decide who will be elected President of the United States look like pure shit. ...
Blabbering mouths, the rotting corpse of human...
Ah, the internet. That fabulous land of free information, free expression, and convenient online bill paying. It’s a tool that has radically changed the lifestyle of anyone residing in an area with a minimal telephone line system. It makes things possible that existed only in the realm of science fiction just twenty (or even less) years ago. With a click of a button I can almost instantaneously...
I love boobies
A little over a week ago, in a matter of five days, with no notice or advance planning, I whined, cajoled, guilt tripped, and shamelessly bummed over $5,000 from friends, family, fans, and strangers over the Internet, donned my kilt, a hot pink t-shirt about two sizes too small, and a smashing new two-toned feather boa, smeared pink and white corpse paint on my face, spray painted my hair bright...
Boobie party at Mekong tonight!
So tonight the Adler brothers & I will be hangin’ at our friend Amy Black’s fundraiser event at Mekong Vietnamese restaurant to benefit the Pink Ink Fund. Amy started the fund to help cover the costs both in-town and elsewhere of reconstructive tattooed nipple re-pigmentation for women who have lost their breasts to breast cancer. This is important stuff for these women’s...
I hate this part of my job (see previous blog for...
So after months of writing, demoing, rewriting, re-demoing, preproduction (a fancy term we musicians like to throw around for, yes, that’s right, writing & demoing- makes us feel professional), then finally actually RECORDING these fucking things that seep into our brains, interrupt our sleep, screw up our home life, cause us to have emotional breakdowns & start arguments with anyone...
Just figuring this thing out.
So after many, many, MANY people pointing out to me that my twitter posts often cannot be contained within a 140 character limit, I decided (at the suggestion of those same kind people) to start a tumblr account. While I will be still telling stories up on the ol’ twitter- it’s a GREAT way to tell suspenseful stories- (@lambvox, by the way), I hope to use this thingy as a platform...