Devilcake "Pie Hair Pie/I Want a Big Mac 2001" Youtube
I guess enough years have passed on this one for everyone to be at least slightly objective about it. Maybe?
This gig was a smeg-load of 'firsts' and 'lasts', a truly transitional point in the history of Devilcake. It was Darrin's first gig ever, my first & last Devilcake gig playing guitar, um... Ray on bass, Todd on keyboards. Mike Bill on guitar and Mike Gourley singing. This is possibly the FASTEST "Pie Hair Pie" and "I Want a Big Mac" ever!
Darrin and Todd can weigh in further....
You can see how overwhelmed I was with being liberated from playing drums. I literally could not make up my mind how to proceed on guitar, with my 'costume' (I think we were wearing costumes at that point, right?), it was like a caveman seeing fire for the first time. Or using a wheel. This video captures it all. Guitar behind the head within the first two minutes.... trying not to jump onto my amp....
And I remember vague talk of us all doing a side to side choreographed thing during "I Want a Big Mac," but as you can see I was the only one who followed through. Maybe it's funnier that way. I guess we'll never know!
HERE's the original gig blog...
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Madlab Saturday July 14, 2007
SAMARKAND | LARRY MAROTTA + RYAN JEWELL | REMORA | DEVILCAKE
Madlab
Columbus, OH
Saturday, July 14 2007
Devilcake is still in unplugged mode. I'm getting better at rocking quietly on the drums but it's not easy. We didn't have a set list but it was okay. And the triple digits audience was totally into the show. We were one guitarist short but we made up for it somehow. Michael Bill played his new Ashbory bass exclusively & it sounded pretty damn hotttt for a little black fake ukelele with plastic strings. Obviously I loved jamming out to all the old old classics like "Soft Batch Mama," "Guacamole Damn It" and "Deez Nuts." Gourley filled in for our missing guitarist with a few choice notes on the harmonica. And what a triumph of human endeavor it is when every single person in the room is clapping over their heads in time to "Pizza Party." Ladies and gentlemen, we are DEVILCAKE!!!
Devilcake played
CARMEL KNOWLEDGE
SALAD BAR MAN
CHICKEN NUGGETS OF SIN
PIE HAIR PIE
GUACAMOLE DAMN IT
SOFT BATCH MAMA
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT SATAN
HANDS OFF MY OREOS
FRIBBLE
PIZZA PARTY
DEEZ NUTS
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Devilcake Unplugged....May 27, 2007 Andyman's Treehouse
2007-05-27
MEN OF GENTLE BIRTH
DEVILCAKE
COLTRANE MOTION
ELECTRIC GRANDMOTHER
Sunday night was the big Memorial Day Weekend blowout at Andyman's Treehouse, curated by Electric Grandmother. For many of us it was our first time at the Treehouse. And perhaps our last. Ha.
I arrived early, but again not as early as Michelle & Brian, who were already maxing out on the couch when I got there. We had plenty of time to kill & get acquainted with the, um, odd, venue. So many rooms. The biggest of which, oddly, was the dressing room area?
Of course the cramped little room with the big fucking tree in the middle was where theee action was to take place. A band was setting up while everyone else in our band arrived & dragged their gear back to the dressing room. Men Of Gentle Birth.... they were loud as shit, spunky as a monkey and I don't know, if I was 10 years younger, they'd be my new favorite band. Their songs were screamy but atmospheric too, kind of effortlessly forced, rocking like shit and I don't know, gracefully awkward. Like Sonic Youth a bit. Sure, why not. I enjoyed them immensely while I assembled my drums in the dressing room.
It only took me 16 years to realize that setting my shit up beforehand = the key to success. Be prepared. So when our turn came to rock, we did so with ease. Or something.
It was the inaugural Devilcake Unplugged show. Everyone in the band sat on stools. It was funny as shit. The tiny room we played in was very quiet. Like, silent between songs. It's a strange sensation. But, fortunately, the audience seemed to be on our side, so everything went quite well. For the most part.
During rehearsals for the unplugged show, we broke out a ton of old songs, most of which Brian had never even heard. I rediscovered my love for opening the show with Pie Hair Pie. Which is what we were gonna do. But somehow we opted for Fribble up top instead? Again?
Gourley busted out the harmonica on several traxx. The audience was so great, they didn't miss a thing. It was a really special evening. And, I'm scared to say, it was like the most mature & musically serious thing we've ever done. Strange.
Steve led the charge of twang & the rest of us followed. Brian broke a string about halfway through the set, I think.. The room was quiet enough between songs that Michael Bill had everyone laughing several times. It was that kind of night, kick ass & really strange.
We played
Fribble
Pie Hair Pie
Wienermobile
Hands Off My Oreos
Stromboli Fever
I Can't Believe It's Not Satan
Salad Bar Man
Burn Sandwich Burn
I Want A Big Mac
Chicken Nuggets of Sin
Marshmallow
encore
Pizza Party
And again we let Pizza Party get away from us. We need a better encore song! I don't know why it falls apart...
It was a challenge for me to play drums quietly. I bet I was louder than everyone else combined.... I hope not. I did use brushes on Salad Bar Man but it was totally pointless because I was beating the hell out of them. But after all the trouble I went through to get 'em, I felt like I had to break the sombitches out at least once.
Everyone agreed afterward that it was a lot of fun to play unplugged & that we should definitely do more shows this way.
MEN OF GENTLE BIRTH
DEVILCAKE
COLTRANE MOTION
ELECTRIC GRANDMOTHER
Sunday night was the big Memorial Day Weekend blowout at Andyman's Treehouse, curated by Electric Grandmother. For many of us it was our first time at the Treehouse. And perhaps our last. Ha.
I arrived early, but again not as early as Michelle & Brian, who were already maxing out on the couch when I got there. We had plenty of time to kill & get acquainted with the, um, odd, venue. So many rooms. The biggest of which, oddly, was the dressing room area?
Of course the cramped little room with the big fucking tree in the middle was where theee action was to take place. A band was setting up while everyone else in our band arrived & dragged their gear back to the dressing room. Men Of Gentle Birth.... they were loud as shit, spunky as a monkey and I don't know, if I was 10 years younger, they'd be my new favorite band. Their songs were screamy but atmospheric too, kind of effortlessly forced, rocking like shit and I don't know, gracefully awkward. Like Sonic Youth a bit. Sure, why not. I enjoyed them immensely while I assembled my drums in the dressing room.
It only took me 16 years to realize that setting my shit up beforehand = the key to success. Be prepared. So when our turn came to rock, we did so with ease. Or something.
It was the inaugural Devilcake Unplugged show. Everyone in the band sat on stools. It was funny as shit. The tiny room we played in was very quiet. Like, silent between songs. It's a strange sensation. But, fortunately, the audience seemed to be on our side, so everything went quite well. For the most part.
During rehearsals for the unplugged show, we broke out a ton of old songs, most of which Brian had never even heard. I rediscovered my love for opening the show with Pie Hair Pie. Which is what we were gonna do. But somehow we opted for Fribble up top instead? Again?
Gourley busted out the harmonica on several traxx. The audience was so great, they didn't miss a thing. It was a really special evening. And, I'm scared to say, it was like the most mature & musically serious thing we've ever done. Strange.
Steve led the charge of twang & the rest of us followed. Brian broke a string about halfway through the set, I think.. The room was quiet enough between songs that Michael Bill had everyone laughing several times. It was that kind of night, kick ass & really strange.
We played
Fribble
Pie Hair Pie
Wienermobile
Hands Off My Oreos
Stromboli Fever
I Can't Believe It's Not Satan
Salad Bar Man
Burn Sandwich Burn
I Want A Big Mac
Chicken Nuggets of Sin
Marshmallow
encore
Pizza Party
And again we let Pizza Party get away from us. We need a better encore song! I don't know why it falls apart...
It was a challenge for me to play drums quietly. I bet I was louder than everyone else combined.... I hope not. I did use brushes on Salad Bar Man but it was totally pointless because I was beating the hell out of them. But after all the trouble I went through to get 'em, I felt like I had to break the sombitches out at least once.
Everyone agreed afterward that it was a lot of fun to play unplugged & that we should definitely do more shows this way.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Black Metal Birthday
2007-03-31
Thee Ravari Tomb
DEVILCAKE + 10 other bands.......
The gig was Charlie Aggression's present to himself. He asked all of his favorite local metal bands to play his birthday for free. All 11 of us.
The event kicked off early, like 6:30pm. Devilcake played later, like in the 9:30pm region.
Let's see, we hadn't rehearsed in like three weeks & I was pretty rusty on the drums at our night-before practice session. We (or was it Satan) pieced together a 25-minute set, tight as ya like. Heavy on the heavy, light on the relief.
I got to Theee Ravariiie Tomb at 8:30, just in time to find Brian & Michelle walking around to the back door. Except they didn't know which door was the actual, like, door to get in through. That sentence makes sense if you've been there.
So, we were the first ones in the place. Gourley pulled up two seconds later, um, carrying my drums in his car. What a guy. I graciously gave him a hand with carrying all of my shit into the place. Ha. Then Michael Bill & Ashley appeared in the parking lot just like two apparitions. One big one with a ZOMBY WOOF shirt.
A band was finishing their set as we walked in. And after about 10 minutes, the next band started & they were heavy as shit. I mean, heavy heavy and professional. They totally had their shit together. They were so much heavier than us. Like, um, Opeth without all the wimpy parts. Just, blastbeats and death grooves and what have you. I mean, damn. I couldn't hear their name.
The place gradually filled up with metalheads of all description. Another band played, whose name I also didn't catch. They were a very loud trio that played something like progressive death metal noise. Um, like Stickdog plus Fudge Tunnel or whatever. Not bad for 20 minutes.
Steve & Rachel came in at that point. I was relieved to see that Rachel didn't opt for the Shaw Blades show after all. So her Devilcake attendance record is still clean.
Then it was our turn to, uh, do our thing. I was going to say it was our turn to rock, but was it really? "Rock" is a relative term. We were like comic relief after the unbelievable heaviness of the day. Except no one really laughed except us. Again.
For the first time in the modern era, I actually set all my drum shit up BEFORE we went on stage. Imagine that! And also for the first time in the modern era, I played decently & settled into a groove immediately. Holy frickin' crap!?!!??!
Steve, unfortunately, had no such luck as we were rushed along by the soundman before our set. His guitar was getting no signal & it was kind of scary for a few minutes there. Luckily he figured it out & we were able to launch into the set... which was something along the lines of
WIENERMOBILE
I WANT A BIG MAC
HANDS OFF MY OREOS
FRIBBLE
CARMEL KNOWLEDGE
MARSHMALLOW
PIZZA PARTY
BURN SANDWICH BURN
Oh man, I was sweatin' up a storm. I broke two, count 'em, TWO sticks. I was beating the hell out of everything & the mic on the mounted tom kept falling off, impeding my savagery. And then the bass drum beater kept getting stuck in my pants. Ha. My cheap-ass cymbal stands crept toward the edge of the drum riser every time I hit them. Which was often, obviously.
And yet I still found time to sing along, act a fool, have some fun. It was nice.
I don't think Gourley was as into it as usual. He seemed kind of subdued, maybe all of the metal-studded black metal fans & bands in the audience were putting him off. I don't know. Michael Bill and Brian were rock solid. Except I couldn't hear Brian on the last couple of songs. I think he had fun, it was his first gig ever.
I think Big Mac was pretty damn heavy, at least it sounded good to me. I love Burn Sandwich Burn but it was just a punishing dirge after I blew my proverbial (okay, actual) wad during Pizza Party. See, I thought we'd finish with Pizza Party & be done. But no.
As soon as we finished playing, I started pulling all of my stuff off the stage, which, again, I don't usually do. I usually just stand on the drum riser like a big tit that's in the way. And take my sweet time breaking stuff down. Not no mo'.
Then I had a 'pizza party' of my own over in the corner, with the two cold Hound Dog's pizzas that Gourley got earlier. Mmmmmm, forbidden cheesy pizza. I was literally trying to break down stands with one hand & hold pizza with the other. Typically shambolic.
So, there you have it. Another Devilcake gig in which we didn't sound like any of the other bands & we just alienated everyone but laughed at ourselves in the process.
Thee Ravari Tomb
DEVILCAKE + 10 other bands.......
The gig was Charlie Aggression's present to himself. He asked all of his favorite local metal bands to play his birthday for free. All 11 of us.
The event kicked off early, like 6:30pm. Devilcake played later, like in the 9:30pm region.
Let's see, we hadn't rehearsed in like three weeks & I was pretty rusty on the drums at our night-before practice session. We (or was it Satan) pieced together a 25-minute set, tight as ya like. Heavy on the heavy, light on the relief.
I got to Theee Ravariiie Tomb at 8:30, just in time to find Brian & Michelle walking around to the back door. Except they didn't know which door was the actual, like, door to get in through. That sentence makes sense if you've been there.
So, we were the first ones in the place. Gourley pulled up two seconds later, um, carrying my drums in his car. What a guy. I graciously gave him a hand with carrying all of my shit into the place. Ha. Then Michael Bill & Ashley appeared in the parking lot just like two apparitions. One big one with a ZOMBY WOOF shirt.
A band was finishing their set as we walked in. And after about 10 minutes, the next band started & they were heavy as shit. I mean, heavy heavy and professional. They totally had their shit together. They were so much heavier than us. Like, um, Opeth without all the wimpy parts. Just, blastbeats and death grooves and what have you. I mean, damn. I couldn't hear their name.
The place gradually filled up with metalheads of all description. Another band played, whose name I also didn't catch. They were a very loud trio that played something like progressive death metal noise. Um, like Stickdog plus Fudge Tunnel or whatever. Not bad for 20 minutes.
Steve & Rachel came in at that point. I was relieved to see that Rachel didn't opt for the Shaw Blades show after all. So her Devilcake attendance record is still clean.
Then it was our turn to, uh, do our thing. I was going to say it was our turn to rock, but was it really? "Rock" is a relative term. We were like comic relief after the unbelievable heaviness of the day. Except no one really laughed except us. Again.
For the first time in the modern era, I actually set all my drum shit up BEFORE we went on stage. Imagine that! And also for the first time in the modern era, I played decently & settled into a groove immediately. Holy frickin' crap!?!!??!
Steve, unfortunately, had no such luck as we were rushed along by the soundman before our set. His guitar was getting no signal & it was kind of scary for a few minutes there. Luckily he figured it out & we were able to launch into the set... which was something along the lines of
WIENERMOBILE
I WANT A BIG MAC
HANDS OFF MY OREOS
FRIBBLE
CARMEL KNOWLEDGE
MARSHMALLOW
PIZZA PARTY
BURN SANDWICH BURN
Oh man, I was sweatin' up a storm. I broke two, count 'em, TWO sticks. I was beating the hell out of everything & the mic on the mounted tom kept falling off, impeding my savagery. And then the bass drum beater kept getting stuck in my pants. Ha. My cheap-ass cymbal stands crept toward the edge of the drum riser every time I hit them. Which was often, obviously.
And yet I still found time to sing along, act a fool, have some fun. It was nice.
I don't think Gourley was as into it as usual. He seemed kind of subdued, maybe all of the metal-studded black metal fans & bands in the audience were putting him off. I don't know. Michael Bill and Brian were rock solid. Except I couldn't hear Brian on the last couple of songs. I think he had fun, it was his first gig ever.
I think Big Mac was pretty damn heavy, at least it sounded good to me. I love Burn Sandwich Burn but it was just a punishing dirge after I blew my proverbial (okay, actual) wad during Pizza Party. See, I thought we'd finish with Pizza Party & be done. But no.
As soon as we finished playing, I started pulling all of my stuff off the stage, which, again, I don't usually do. I usually just stand on the drum riser like a big tit that's in the way. And take my sweet time breaking stuff down. Not no mo'.
Then I had a 'pizza party' of my own over in the corner, with the two cold Hound Dog's pizzas that Gourley got earlier. Mmmmmm, forbidden cheesy pizza. I was literally trying to break down stands with one hand & hold pizza with the other. Typically shambolic.
So, there you have it. Another Devilcake gig in which we didn't sound like any of the other bands & we just alienated everyone but laughed at ourselves in the process.
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