The Kerosene Station

“ TRUCKSTOP “ -PRINSESSEN GEZOCHT !!!!

2009-07-14T11:52:00.000-07:00

Hello!
Ik ben “The Kerosene Man”, en ik ben op zoek naar meiden met muziekaal talent !
Mijn naam is Steve Gillespie, en onlangs bracht ik mijn debuut-cd uit “WUSS”. Dit was een soloproject. Maar ik wil dolgraag het podium op met “ The Kerosene Man ”!!
Denk jij dat dit misschien iets voor jou is , en zie je jezelf wel op en “stage”als truckstopprinses, dan heb je talent bij het bespelen van je (eigen) muziekinstrument. Je bent jong, al wat ouder, dik, dun, kort, lang, bruin, wit, geel of zelfs groen! Speelt helemaal geen rol!

Mijn muziekgenre wordt best beschreven als ergens op de grens van hard rock en heavy metal !!

Geïnteresseerd ? Kom dan alvast een kijkje nemen op mijn sites
www.kerosene-man.be www.myspace.com/thekeroseneman

So called "Battle of the bands" and other bullshit

2009-04-16T08:02:00.000-07:00

Now look. Do you really have to be told that these so-called contests are just another way for labels promoters and other associated dumb fucks to make money off of you and struggling artists? Do you have to be told that these people care nothing about bands, nothing about music, nothing about anything except their bottom line? If you do, then you have some serious mental issues.

Making bands compete against one another is completely against what music is about, unless you're a pop artist or a so-called dj (then this bullshit is for you.) Before I get to why no one, especially bands, should pay attention to these so-called music contests (that are probably rigged anyway) let me inform you, dear reader (wasting your life reading this idiocy when you could be doing something important) as to why I hate pop music and especially.......djs.

Pop-music is the comercial trash-bin of music. These acts are almost always put together by agents or other corporate scumbags. They don't go through all the bullshit that real artists have to go through. They get everything handed to them (including the music they make, most never even write what you hear) and usually only if they look a certain way. Then the other money hungry assholes jump on the band wagon and start bringing out a whole shitload of copy acts. There's nothing even remotely original about any of it. Every damn song sounds the same and they all sound like a soft-drink comercial (which is where most of them end up in one way or another.)

NOW........djs. Musical thieves, the lot of 'em. Let's take a look at what they're called. DJs. Does anyone even know what that stands for anymore? DJ - Disc Jockey. The name comes from radio shows, back when the people playing the music actually had turntables in the booth and they played records!! Now, there are still real djs out there. Great ones. They play mp3s these days but they're still the same. People who love music and have a talent for presentation. These other "djs" rip apart songs that were created by real musicians and paste them together and call it original. They STEAL other peoples work and call it ART! and generally play it to audiences so fucking drugged up that they wouldn't know what the hell they were actually listening to if you put a gun to their head. Why do they get promoted? Because so-called music promoters and labels don't have to pay them as much as a band because there's only one person that's why.......again with the money.

OK, that bit of bile is now out. Band Competitions. THEY AREN'T ABOUT MUSIC!!! THEY'RE ABOUT MONEY!!!! Most of these competitions are judged by a "jury" as if it was a fucking trial or something. Well, let me ask you something......Who the fuck are they to tell you what band is "better" than another? Can't you make up your own mind? Do you have one?

Here you have struggling musicans, making nothing, trying to juggle "day jobs" and produce music for people to enjoy and some fat cat fuckwads say "We're the experts. We are the only ones that can say if a band warrants attention." Who the hell do they think they are? Better yet, who cares. These assholes would rape a puppy if you offered to pay, and you don't want to know what they would do to their grandmothers.

Don't go to these shows. Go to real shows. See the bands you like perform. Support real musicians. Music is a part of what we are as humans. We're the only animals on the planet that do it. That makes us special. Not God, not math, not tools, not any of that other shit. Music is what makes humans human.

And of course there are those out there that haven't gotten the message yet and are thinking to themselves (if what goes on in their heads can be considered thought) "He's just pissed off that he lost one or that no one would invite him to one." blah blah blah. To those poster-children for birthcontrol I only have to say "I DON'T PERFORM LIVE!!!" I would never get invited to one of these excuses because I don't have a live show. Kind of hard to play six instruments at the same time! NOR WOULD I TAKE PART IN SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!! I have a little thing that much of the world is missing these days. It's called fucking INTEGRITY!!! Look it up, you might learn something (that is, if you know how to operate a dictionary)

Some might ask themselves why I seem to hate money so much (others will be asking themselves why they bother reading this garbage and go and get a life, those are the ones I like.) I'll tell you why I hate money........IT.........ISN'T.........REAL. Get that? It doesn't exist in the real world. Now don't confuse money with cash. Cash is the physical representation of an idea. Money is nothing more than a standard of value. It was created to ease trade. It's hard to carry four pigs down to the corner store for a pack of smokes, get it? Every currency is based on a wieght measurement of a metal (usually gold or silver.) Here's an example to illustrate my point: The economy of Britain is based on the pound. This means a pound of silver. Now, the british economy runs on billions of pounds........do you actually think that somewhere in Britain there is actually billions of pounds of silver??? Come on, wake up and think!

That's what this is really about when you get down to it. That's why I'm so ANGRY. It came to my attention a few years back that no one really thinks about anything really. They just go through their lives, never truly considering the consequences of their own actions let alone the actions of others. They don't care where the problems of the world came from, the just want someone to blame so they don't have to think or heaven forbid actually take responsibility for themselves, their children and their lives.

This concludes another chapter in the enternal rant of The Kerosene Man

So I'm a Lazy bastard, what are YOU gonna do about it? huh?

2009-02-27T01:27:00.000-08:00

Yeah yeah yeah. I know. I started this fucking thing and I don't use it enough........phhhh it's not like anyone reads this. But anyway. The album is finished, 13 songs. The cover is done. The back cover is done and I'm getting sick of the whole process. Jesus Christ if it isn't one thing it's another. First, the pressers I'm using say that the cover doesn't fit their template so I change it to what they say, then that isn't good enough either! So anyway, after sending the damn thing back and forth through cyberspace from my art guy to the presser and back and forth it's finally done everything is cool. Then my producer says his name is misspelled FUCKING HELL!! So I got that fixed. Hopefully it's all good now.

Ok the songs are recorded, they're mixed and they're being mastered. Everything is ready to go, right? WRONG!!!!!! Now SABAM, the Belgian music mafia say I have to ask THEM for PERMISSION to produce MY MUSIC. What the FUCK is THAT????? Not only do I have to pay to make the music, I have to pay to get the Cd's made and NOW I have to pay some dumb-fucks that have nothing to do with the process to have the RIGHT to make the fucking things???? ASSHOLES!!!!! What the fuck? Do they think musicians are made of money? Christ almighty in whorehouse wearing thongs!!

Ok. Fine. Now I got to fill out these damned forms that only a fucking team of liars oops LAWYERS would understand. So I sent a couple of emails to some people that might be able to help. Anyway for those that give a shit, the CD should be out late next month, March 2009.

But I want to rant a bit more on the subject of assholes. Two types come to mind. Labels and Radio Stations. Now before I get into this I want everyone who wastes a bit of their lives reading this garbage to know that there are truly awesome online and offline radio stations out there that do their best to help out indie artists like myself. Look into my myspace blog for a list of them. The station managers, owners and DJ's are the best fucking guys and gals on the planet!! But there are a couple of others out there that are just fucking rotten hearted monkey cocks. There's one (and since I don't want to get sued I'm not going to reveal the name of the stations I'll be bitching about here) that REQUIRES artists to join their chat-room. They want to make sure bands are doing their bit. Hey Butt-munch! WE MADE THE FUCKING MUSIC!! THEREFORE WE'VE DONE OUR BIT!! What kind of ego tripping assholes came up with that idea? As if musicians have all the bloody time in the world to hang around in their chat room satisfying the egos of wannabes that can't make their own music. I ain't doing it and neither should anyone else. If your a musician or a member of a band and you want to hang out with some awesome DJ's go to the stations that play The Kerosene Man, they'll play your tunes and they'll treat you like a bloody member of the family. But I ain't done yet. There's another online station out there that actually wants indie musicians and bands to PAY to have their music on this station!!! Yeah PAY! What the fuck kind of radio station asks artists to PAY to play their music? Music, indie and mainstream alike can easily survive and even thrive without radio stations (online or offline) but radio music programs are DEPENDENT upon the bands that make the music. I've done my fucking bit, I'm already paying through the fucking nose to make my music. YOU CAN GO CRAWL UP YOUR OWN ASS BUDDY!

Now LABELS. I've yet to meet anyone that is associated with a label that isn't a goddamn lazy assed, music raping, yak testicle. There are a lot of people out there that'll say to themselves this is just spite and self-pity from a borderline pyschotic musician whose music isn't good enough to get signed to a label. WRONG! There's nothing borderline about me buddy! I haven't really begun to deal with labels yet but the few people from labels I've had contact with were definitely dropped a lot as babies. So far I've been told that my music is awesome but that the mixing and mastering isn't good or proper for their market. But they were willing to remix and master one track to the standards of their market and if I was satisfied then I could get the rest of the album done for a small FEE!!! Again with the paying! It's not as if I've been spending buttons or something for the past fucking year to get the album done. This meatball says I gotta pay to do it all over again? Well, since my myspace profile says I'm unsigned you can guess what I told them. Another that I've been in contact with VERY occasionally always says that the label, though not really interested in my kind of music is always available for advice and help making contacts and blah blah blah. Well I haven't heard from that dick-smack in three months. Both of these say that their labels are about the music not the money. I say they're so full of shit that they're attracting dogs!

And guess what? I don't care if The Kerosene Man EVER gets signed. I don't need some moron that can't make his or her own music telling me how to make mine. "We know what sells." they say. Dumb ass! I don't care what sells!!! I haven't listened to a mainstream band with any regularity in ten years because thanks to the music industry IT ALL SOUNDS THE FUCKING SAME!!! Very few bands are allowed by their labels to show any kind of originality or inspiration in their music. Believe me people, for them it ain't about the music, IT'S ONLY ABOUT THE MONEY. It always has been and it always will be. So FUCK 'EM!

This concludes yet another in a series of ongoing rants by The Kerosene Man

Power House MIx

2009-01-23T11:45:00.000-08:00

Ok. I'm back. No more of that pussy shit from that wimp! Listen go to www.powerhousemix.com or www.galacticworldradio.net NOW

Maybe a little explanation is in order

2009-01-23T04:43:00.000-08:00

Ok.....um.....is thing on? Ok. Uh. Hi. I'm Steve. Those of you out there that may have read the last post might be wondering just who the hell does this petroleum asshole think he is? Well, he doesn't think he's anything. He doesn't think. The Kerosene Man is fictional, ie not real. The Kerosene Man is a song title from Southern Voodoo's first album, Love Militia. It's also the name I publish my own music under. But I've found that he's become more than that. The Kerosene Man has become for me a way to let of steam. A character that I created and can identify with, because although I am usually a shy type, I'm pretty pissed of deep down, just like he is. But for different reasons. He's pissed off because I envision him this way. I'm pissed off because I have lived my life. But this isn't some whiny oh woe is me, I had a crappy childhood so everyone has to pay attention to me kind of thing. No. I'm explaining a couple of things.

There are Six Rules to consider:

Rule 1 The Kerosene Man is an asshole. Steve is not (well, most of the time at least.)

Rule 2 The Kerosene Man says what he wants when he wants and to whomever has the misfortune of being there when he says it. I on the other hand will bottle shit up inside until it comes out my ears.

Rule 3 Nothing The Kerosene Man says should be taken seriously, it's just blowing off steam and is generally meant to amuse in a black fashion. Steve is almost always serious.

Rule 4 The Kerosene Man is an egotistical know-it-all. I on the other hand am rather highly educated and have studied at various times, philosophy, psychology, sociology, anthropology, and have concentrated my education in the areas of archaeology and ancient history. I'm not a know-it-all but I do know a lot. My ego is about the only thing normal about me, in case you haven't guessed.

Rule 5 There is no rule five

Rule 6 This is for fun and again to let off the steam I need to make my music and not to drive my wife right up the wall and across the ceiling with my incessant nagging that the world ins't the way I want it to be. Childish, I know.

That's it folks the Six Rules of Dealing With The Kerosene Man.

This is the first and only time I will be here out of character. No I'm not psychotic, nor schizophrenic (I doubt there's a word in any language that could accurately describe me)

See Ya

Why am I angry? Do you really want to know? Why would you care?

2009-01-22T11:30:00.000-08:00

It's a good question really. Why am I angry? I could say that I'm angry about the injustice in the world. I could say that I'm angry about how little people care about each other. I could say that I'm angry about........well a whole hell of a lot of things. But the things listed above? Nah I'm not angry about that. That's just never going to change. For every person looking to help someone else for no reason other than doing it there are two hundred more that are trying to take advantage of that kindness for no reason other than they can.

Let me introduce myself. I'm The Kerosene Man. I'm a musician and a philosopher, I'm a warrior and a lover, I'm a quiet, self-effacing egomaniac. A little contradictory? You don't know the half of it. This is my first post to this, my new, "soapbox to the world." I'll try to keep it clean for the moment. But next time you can expect a whole hell of a lot of angry humour targeted at, well, anyone who really pisses me off; and that would be the entire human race: past, present, and future. And I'll do it with as many "colourful metaphors," as I can think of.

Now, I know there are those of you out there who might read this and think, "I'm going to take him down a peg or two." and post some angry pseudo-intelligent, whining, and above all, insulting reaction. Let me save you the trouble.......I don't care. There are exactly two thinigs I care about in this world. My wife (and the rest of her family) and my music. In that order.

You can't hurt my feelings because besides anger, I'm not sure I have any. You can't insult me, you're not smart enough, trust me. And you can hate me all you want.; No one can hate me more than me, and I hate me a lot. Naaaah I'm just too cool to hate. Do I really think this way? Probably not. But it's fun to an asshole for a minute or two.......or thirty four years whatever floats your boat.

So drop on by The Kerosene Station my little corner of cyberspace where I'll occasionally vent my spleen about whatever bullshit thing is bugging me today. You might laugh, you might vomit at the sheer ineptitude of my writing, you might even have hysterics when you realise that there is someone out there that will indeed say damn near anything about anyone, but I usually don't. No what I'll usually do is take you down the twisting, winding, mixed metaphoric passages of what I laughingly call my mind; take you so deep you'll sit there before your computer wasting your life reading this god awful drivel wondering, "Is he ever going to get to the f*cking POINT????" The answer is...........i dunno.