Down Time With MCMGs

April 5, 2010

This week the Motor City Machine Guns are relaxing in their homes in Detroit, Michigan and observing the spring solstice and the unique Detroit music scene.

Chris Sabin

Ahh, Spring. The time of new beginnings, cleaning, and the return of color and life (to Michigan at least).

I love Michigan. I grew up here and it will always be my home no matter where I end up. But let me tell you for anyone that doesn't experience it, winter sucks. There is no way around it, it just sucks! Michigan winter sucks. Snow covers everything, bad driving conditions, shoveling driveways, and cold, cold, cold. It's too damn cold to do anything! If it were realistic, and humans had the ability to, I would hibernate. Now don't get me wrong, this all sounds very pessimistic, but as with anything in life you control your mood and your thoughts, it's all in your head and it's up to you to stay positive. Even though it's difficult, there are good things about the winter season to focus on, such as: Beating multiple video games, sledding, X-mas, throwing snowballs, serving lemon snow cones, and, well my birthday is in February too. Always got to focus on the positives.

But the best thing about winter is when it's OVER.

Yes, finally that first warm day has come! After a long, brutal winter it's finally over. And I honestly believe I wouldn't appreciate spring/summer without the winter. That's what makes it all worth it. The snow is melted, the sky is blue, and it's finally time to get out of the house. Now don't get me wrong, as much as I would enjoy spending all day playing Dragon Age on my PC and searching for "People falling" on YouTube, it just doesn't compare to grilling dinner on the BBQ, playing disc golf, camping, and just being outdoors generally. It's a great feeling, almost inspiring. And I contribute it to the wide contrast from winter to spring. I wouldn't enjoy the spring as much if it was not for winter.

Bittersweet.

Alex Shelley

Last night, I saw one of the most amazing things I've been lucky enough to experience. 

When I graduated high school, I started going to a lot of wrestling shows. I trained for wrestling, I worked in the meat department at a local grocery chain, mostly power washing rotten meat out of the machines, taking stock, and cooking lobsters, and I listened to music. Only one of those has changed; honestly, I miss eating damaged Lunchables in the freezer with my friend Matt at 3 am, but I do not miss having to scrub rock hard, black hamburger off of saw blades in a wetsuit. 

Anyway, I used to go to a lot more shows before I started playing in The High Crusade. There were, and are, tons of awesome venues in Detroit. Yesterday, I went to a new one: Trumbullplex. Trumbull runs right through downtown Detroit and this venue was a converted garage that had collapsed and was later propped up with fresh wood, including a giant log. Half art gallery, half DIY concert venue. That's where I saw The Protomen.

I liked The Who a lot, but I hated Tommy. It soured me on rock operas. The Protomen sweetened me back up. They write songs about a world where Dr. Wily from the acclaimed Mega Man series had won the war, and Dr. Light is fighting back valiantly, first with Proto Man, and later, Mega Man. Imagine Mega Man mixed with The Crow and 1984 and you get an idea of how dark it is. Now add in indie rock, synth pop, a western movie, and 80's hair metal. Now dress them up like silver faced androids. Oh, and there's TEN of them on stage at once, and they can all play a variety of instruments. It's one of the most creative and best musical concepts/bands I've ever seen. 

I bought their t-shirt. I can't give them more props than that.

By the way, MCMG = new number one contenders. That's right, Broom. We swept Generation Me under the rug at the Destination X Pay-Per-View. The best part? Our rivalry with them brings out the best in us. We've got ammunition we haven't even loaded yet, and they...have...more followers on Twitter, I guess? Different colored tassles? Longer hair?

Man, they're awful athletic, and really good, but good night, they'd get eaten alive in Detroit. 

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