My Dad Reviewed The New Levon Helm Album, Electric Dirt

I was recently sent an advance of the new Levon Helm album, Electric Dirt. I've always been a huge fan of The Band, in fact I can honestly put them in the top 5 or so bands ever. After I made my copy of the CD I let my dad have the disc (don't worry label folks, he doesn't know how to burn a copy). He's a huge fan of Levon, he's even gone up to the famous Midnight Ramble shows Levon has at his house upstate. So I thought I'd let him review this one...
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Levon Helm of Woodstock, NY and his band play to what's good in us. If you haven't been to Midnight Ramble, go. His new CD, Electric Dirt touches all the chords of a fine story teller.

His songs of joy make me cry for my own. His songs of trials and tribulations of love and life make me laugh at mine. His voice stirs up the tears and laughter of an old man that can still look back, shake his head and smile that smile. Like an old pal, Levon's hangin' out close by. The strong voice for the ages, that roared through my youth, is now worn and weathered, like the wisdom of an old friend.

Songs like "Tennessee Jed," "You Can't Love What You Never Had" and "Growing Trade" give Electric Dirt the sound that makes this old man look back and smile. Smile at my family and friends. Smile at the road that brought me here. And through all that, Levon's voice safely carries me home. And for that I am grateful.

Electric Dirt by The Levon Helm Band is another beautiful time piece. It will join me and Gus on the back porch for a long time. Here's to good health and good music from an old friend.

-Kerry K

Electric Dirt hits stores June 30th.

6/6/6 With Slayer

So I talked a little shit about the whole Slayer 6/6/6 package about two posts back - well, I still think it's goofy. Anyway, you know what I did last night? If you said hung out at the bar with Kerry King then you would be correct. Yeah that's right.

So I'm on my way back home from Manitoba's and I see this dude on the corner, outside Niagra, that looks just like Kerry King. Oddly enough he was wearing a Slayer shirt, which actually made me question if it was him. I mean why would KK be rocking a Slayer shirt - he's in the fucking band. I thought it might be some obsessed fan that decided he was really impressed with Kerry King.

But it REALLY looked like Kerry so I went into Niagra and grabbed a beer. After a chat with the bartender it turns out the guy in question was in fact Kerry King. So my roommate struck up a conversation with him and his peeps and they came over and did a shot of Jaeger. There wasn't really anyone else there so we actually hung out most of the night.

The first thing I asked him was why the fuck he would be in Niagra on a Tuesday night. Then he showed me his fresh "666" tattoo on the back of his arm. He wanted a 666 on 6/6/6 tattoo so he was in the Village to get inked and needed some post needle booze.

I'll be honest, I'm not a huge Slayer fan but this was a fucking cool night. I mean how many people can say they were drinking with Kerry King on 6/6/6? I mean what the fuck are the odds of that happening?