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Everyone, I know I promised you a review of the March 30th Vienna show this week, but something has come up, and I'm sorry but I can't meet that demand.

I have been given the opportunity to attend a secret underground art/performance/resistance gathering this weekend -- it will require that I leave Los Angeles for several days, where I will then meet with like-minded individuals at a secret location in the California desert, where we will then meet and congregate to embarace our common views and way of thinking, and perhaps even begin to fan the burning embers of the coming Revolution.

My only hope is that I have the pleasure of meeting Neil Czerno while there, and that I make it out alive. I've heard word of these expeditions before. It's not always pretty, and not everyone has the stamina to make it through. But goddamit, sometimes a cause is more important than an individual person, and their safety.

I kindly ask Maise or Iris to post a review of the show in my absence. I will not return until Monday, and I suspect any outside communication -- to the internet or otherwise -- will be difficult, if not downright impossible.

However, I will not leave you alone. I would like to take this opportunity to introduce the first of what will be an ongoing series of Protest Poems here at Wearing These Chains. Words of power, strength, and passion, crying out for change in this dark world we live in.

You have a voice. Wake up and use it. Art is resistance. Wake up and give a shit.

this sheen of truth
a protest poem by gabriel miller

beauty reborn
feed the machine with little boys and guns
and watch them burn

we don't need your empathy
we don't want your sympathy
we don't need your fields of green
just fill up my oil machine

the red and the white
and the youtube
videoscreen of the dying dream
you always said
so bad
too sad
but you never got mad
(i remember when we all had a choice)
you just let it go by

you want to have it all
watch the pawns fall like a shakespeare
the shame of america
like the navajo, one with the land
we must make a stand

oil fields
gush like tears
but you're only crying

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Figures you'd leave all the heavy lifting to the girls. Don't worry readers...I've got a review in my back pocket because I was afraid of just such a thing happening. I've only been an official author for a short time but I've been around long enough to know how Gabriel can be. Any time he sees something shiney...pfft...there he goes.

That poem is bril but I'm not so sure about that new title at the top of the browser window. As an agnostic I prefer not to be associated with any church.

Posted by: Iris | Apr 26, 2007 5:34:01 PM

In response (or agreement) to your poem Gabriel.

Our Resistance Members will be driven over by the gas guzzling H3 driving droves of pasty execs with their bloated pockets of oil and blood money, on their way to roughing it in their million dollar country escape homes on the weekends where the animals are bound in the cages and only released for the picture perfect scenic moments captured on the newest digital camera technology can produce which only serves to befuddle our corporate “heroes of Wallstreet”. “What button snaps the picture?”
Snap will sound the bones of Resistance Comrades under their wheels. Sugar coating tanks be our only defense against the thirsty beasts. ARRRRG!

Posted by: Iris | Apr 26, 2007 6:03:14 PM

Fine, Gabriel. You have a good time. Without me.

Iris has the review in her back pocket. Whereas I've got something else to post this weekend. Just you wait. Just you fucking wait.

Posted by: maise | Apr 26, 2007 7:48:55 PM


Looks like I'm the man of the house.

(takes beer out of the fridge, turns on television).

You kids do whatever you want - just stay out of trouble. Daddy's gonna watch him some heavy fucking metal.

Posted by: Angelman | Apr 26, 2007 10:29:45 PM

Angelman, you seem like the type of guy that seriously misses Headbangers Ball.

Shit I miss that show!

They should bring it back. The old episodes.

While on the subject of MTV...
did anyone see the episode of SuperRock with Trent? I taped the episode when it first aired (in 1994-5?) and only watched it once before the tape was lost. I'd love to find it again.

The only thing I remeber from it is that he was wearing a freaky dog fur (not skin) coat and big sunglasses. (I may be wrong...it's been a while).

Posted by: Tessah | Apr 26, 2007 11:12:01 PM

Strangely enough I don't. I do love a few metal bands... a lot... but my list of bands I really love is short and fairly varied. I'm more about albums... for instance R.E.M.'s DOCUMENT is one of my favorite albums ever...

I did actually try out for a fairly famous singer (if you know metal) for his new metal band that never ended up happening... back in the 90s...

I do love the ridiculousness of metal - the entertainement value. That's why I like Broken - it's angry, noisy, violent, over the top... a lot of NIN I just find whiney...

Posted by: Angelman | Apr 26, 2007 11:59:35 PM

I love it when Angelman drops the R.E.M. reference to demonstrate how sensitive he is.

He also isn't afraid to cry, ladies.

I have arrived at our secret desert retreat -- am now signing off.

You know the rules while Papa is away -- NO PARTIES, YOU GUYS.

Posted by: Gabriel | Apr 27, 2007 1:24:35 AM

While Papa is away the ladies will play. Hopefully with The Pastor.

Posted by: Tessah | Apr 27, 2007 1:41:16 AM

Jesus Fucking Christ, Gabriel. You're fucking going to Coachella. Get a fucking grip. Dude, please find Jarvis and tell him I love him while you're there. And, let me recommend Sparklehorse to you. They fucking rule.

Ok, back to my internetless cave. I'm not dead, you guys, and I still love Trent. Maise, have at whatever pictures you want, and dude, I'll mail you another one, too. Whatever Gabriel says, DO NOT SUBMIT TO HIS VETO. Protest begins at home, bitches.


Posted by: Dierdre | Apr 27, 2007 5:56:23 AM

Awwww, thanks, D! I knew you'd come through! You're the best! I'm hoping to take my revenge for this GRAVE INSULT sometime tomorrow...

Miss you!

Posted by: maise | Apr 27, 2007 6:33:56 AM

GRAVE INSULT? What the hell are you talking about, Maise? Iris was the only one who even *got* Gabriel's protest poem...sort of...

What are you doing? Making a collage? While this once beautiful, once FREE country crumbles right around you? And the only thing that will be left standing will be your "sexie" pictures of Trent Reznor?

Some of us, like Gabriel, are Patriots. The Old School kind, who know how it should be.

Posted by: JR | Apr 27, 2007 6:51:14 AM

(By the way, what was the point of Iris' poem? Was it supposed to be about how wrong it is that these "Wall Street types" don't know how to use all the newfangled technology like the kids do? Who cares? Aren't there more important things to get upset about? Who knows, maybe Iris has been hosting digital photography workshops for "Wall Street types" and she's getting frustrated.)

Posted by: JR | Apr 27, 2007 6:55:28 AM

JR, do you know what you're talking about? Are you privy to all my personal interactions? No. Wait til tomorrow, and I'll explain all. Jesus H. Christ.

Posted by: maise | Apr 27, 2007 7:20:41 AM

All I'm going to say, Maise, is that it had better be good.

And that I probably know you better than you think.

Posted by: JR | Apr 27, 2007 7:25:59 AM

Ooooookay, I love this website. It's made many a day much less shitty, and although I'm unsure of where to post this, I just wanted to contribute something:


I really hope the link bloody well works.It's from Kerrang! magazine over here in the UK.

Posted by: Jade | Apr 27, 2007 8:11:13 AM

Oh bollocks. It doesn't, and some of the link thingy got chopped off [can't you tell I am wonderful with computers?!]

Can anyone help me out? Is there a way I can shorten the link? [is that even what it is?]

See, this is why I never post, because I can't figure out the magical power of teh interneck!

Posted by: Jade | Apr 27, 2007 8:15:54 AM

Jade's link

Ooh, I think I fixed it. Except it's more of a cut and paste job instead of clicking. But it's a step forward, huh? I am aware I'm pretty much talking to and answering myself at the moment and don't meant to flood the board with so many posts in a row, but I am really stoked to have something to contribute!

Posted by: Jade | Apr 27, 2007 8:21:50 AM

Fixed, hon.

Thanks for reading, but that comic strip kind of creeps me out.

Posted by: maise | Apr 27, 2007 9:21:01 AM

Thanks for fixing it, Maise. Sorry the comic strip creeps you out. Pandora has always been a bit weird....she's always pseudo-stalking some poor bugger featured in Kerrang!. Either that or snogging her best mate while wearing skimpy clothes.

Posted by: Jade | Apr 27, 2007 9:29:51 AM

Well, it's not so much that...it's just that Pandora resembles an anorexic demon, Trent has been drawn to look somewhat retarded, and the comic strip breaks "the fourth wall" at the end. [shudder]

Posted by: maise | Apr 27, 2007 9:56:10 AM

So it's accuracy creeps you out?

Posted by: JR | Apr 27, 2007 10:14:08 AM

DUDES! Apparently in the future I become incarcerated! Maybe my offense is my wicked poetry (which I’m sorry that you’ve missed the point to JR. An explanation would follow but I’m to busy getting ready for lockdown.). Ooh ooh ooh I wonder if I get to share a cell with The Rez?

There are two lists. The first is for the Spiral and the second is for ETS (linked above). I’m on both but apparently I escaped capture on the Spiral. I’m very, very sneaky. Do no underestimate my sneakiness.

To see all the other cool shit go here.

Posted by: Iris | Apr 27, 2007 10:19:44 AM

Aw, I'm kind of sad that nothing dreadful happens to me 15 years from now. I bet Trent would think I was much cooler if I got myself executed or something.

Very cool, though Iris! You fight the good fight!

Posted by: maise | Apr 27, 2007 10:21:43 AM

Pandora is hot.

I got a new guitar toy last night - it makes great rock noises. Well, I make great rock noises and it makes them better.

I am a phenomenal musician.

Posted by: Angelman | Apr 27, 2007 10:23:45 AM

I once knew a man who claimed just that same thing Angelman. He considered his stomach his musical instrument since he could belch the alphabet forwards and backwards. So just because he claimed to be a phenomenal "musician" doesn't mean that it didn't still smell like rotting baked beans and beer. Just saying the same could go for you.

Posted by: Iris | Apr 27, 2007 10:29:38 AM

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