GUEST BLOG: LANDMINE MARATHON’S GRACE PERRY

This Friday I leave for Show Awesome Death Party 2008 in Pomona! The end of the world will begin on July 26 at approximately 6 P.M. when At the Gates take to the stage to summon something like eight demons from the lowest pit of Hell. The same pit that JonBenet Ramsey and Left Eye from TLC hang out in. It's a good pit. My and many of my peers' pants will be soiled that night. My body will be filled with as much flavored vodka as my flask can carry and hopefully I will leave with at least a black eye. (To post pictures of on this blog, of course…I really have no shame.) At the Gates will also be hosting the finals for this season of American Gladiators. Cat's out of the bag, guys! I root for Wolf. Aroooo! Dream episode: Satan versus Wolf in the Eliminator. Or the Aggro-Crag. Whichever.

For those who are unaware, the Aggro-Crag is a mountain climb made more difficult with simulated lightning storms, rock avalanches, flying glitter, and confetti (a.k.a. “nuclear flying crystals”), and steep walls. Knowing I will never have a piece of the Aggro-Crag haunts me to this day.



Next week Landmine Marathon will be returning to the surface of the earth to play alongside the stellar death-grind band Origin. I hear Origin hails from Kansas, where they eat small children. Ever since my injuries last week I've been trying to stay indoors. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm a cutter. NO, I'm not a fucking cutter; I just love glow sticks way too much!!!

Between having my veins ripped out by At the Gates and playing with a band that could rip a 5-year-old in two…next week should be sweet.

XOXOXOXOXO
Grace

P.S. Everyone who is going to ComicCon this year can eat a fist full of dildos.


i have...

no idea what I just read. But props for the detailed gore factor and aggro-crag!

creepy

*bes creepy*

girlz n metalz like bleeding through.

kick ass!

Grace should do a blog with her uncle Steve Perry

Hey.

Grace,

You rock. No...you rawk.

But seriously, I've turned so many people on to Landmine around here. It's just sheer goodness. I've gotten a lot of the "Oh, she's hawt!" comments, but I hold you in high regard for what you do and not for looks.

It's not a peep show. It's a metal show...and that is what you and your mates help provide.

Cheers from shithole Indiana!
Bobby

P.S. My mother phoned me today about Comicon. For some reason, she was very excited.

At The Gates

At The Gates is no Repulsion. Love, Butler

bears

Did I ever tell you about the time Grace took me out to go get a drink with her? We go off looking for a bar and we can't find one. Finally Grace takes me to a vacant lot and says, 'Here we are.' We sat there for a year and a half — until sure enough, someone constructs a bar around us. Well, the day they opened we ordered a shot, drank it, and then burned the place to the ground. Grace yelled over the roar of the flames, 'Always leave things the way you found 'em!'

Hii

Yahooooo

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