Μachine Head



12 Νοεμβρη το καινουργιο dvd ?Machine Fucking Head?


Το περιμενω πως και πως αυτο το live album, ειχαν βγαλει μονο το Hellalive το 2003 δηλαδη πριν βγαλουν τους 3 αγαπημενους μου δισκους τους, The Blackening, Unto the Locust και Through The Ashes Of Empires με αυτη τη σειρα. Και τωρα επιτελους θα εχουμε τις υπερτατες κομματαρες και σε live μορφη σε επισημη κυκλοφορια.
[B][SIZE=“3”]ΚΑΥΛΑ…[/SIZE][/B] :vibrate:


Δεν ξερω αν ειναι αρνητικο η θετικο το γεγονος οτι τα τραγουδια ειναι απο διαφορα shows.
Αλλα το σωστο θα ηταν σε ενα show να το κανανε το dvd.

[SPOILER]δεν μας χαλαει καθολου κι αυτο :p[/SPOILER]


Live album θα ειναι, οχι dvd…


ναι λαθος εγραψα


δεν θα μας χαλαγε k dvdaki


Καθολου ομως. Και θα γαμαγε να ειχε σκηνες απο πολλες συναυλιες της περιοδειας και κατι απο την 1η Ιουλιου που μας αλλαξαν τα φωτα…


τελικα θα κυκλοφορησει αυτη τη Πεμπτη η απο βδομαδα?


Νομιζω οτι κανονικα η ημερομηνια κυκλοφοριας για την Ευρωπη ηταν 9 του μηνος, τωρα ποτε θα ερθει στα δισκαδικα δεν ξερω. Η στα τελη της βδομαδας ή αρχες της αλλης θα ερθει σιγουρα.



γουσταρουμε!!! :smiley:


Έφυγε ο Adam λέει . :-s

Ετοιμάζεται το νέο άλμπουμ για τέλη του 2013 λέει . 8)




οχι ρε παιδια!!
τι συνεβη?το ανακοινωσαν και στο site τους



έγινε της μόδας να αποχωρεί και ένας απο κάθε συγκρότημα?


Οχι ρε πουστη, τι διαολο, επιδημια εχει πεσει με τις αποχωρησεις μελων? Ξενερωσα ασχημα, οχι ο Adam Duce ρε γαμωτο. Ειναι ο μονος που ηταν εκει απο την αρχη της μπαντας, το δεξι χερι του αρχηγου Flynn. Στα live ηταν φοβερος. Μαλλον φταινε οι συχνοι τσακωμοι με τον Flynn που ηταν πολυ εντονοι την περιοδο της περιοδειας για το The Blackening μεχρι να βγει το Unto The Locust, το ανεφεραν και στις συνεντευξεις τους στο αγγλικο Metal Hammer που ηταν μαζι με το Unto The Locust cd στην Metal Hammer Special Fan Pack Edition. Ειχαν πει οτι με πολλη δουλεια ξεπερασαν τα προσωπικα προβληματα που ειχαν, αλλα μαλλον αυτα ξαναβγηκαν στην επιφανεια… Ασχημη ξενερα.


νομιζω οτι και απο τσακωμο πρωτογνωριστηκαν και ξεκινησαν τη μπαντα.
Για να δουμε αν θα βρουν αντικαταστατη γρηγορα


The General Journals
Diary of a Frontman… and Other Ramblings


As much as I do not want to write this journal, I promised you I’d write them “at least once a week”. Good, bad, happy or sad? so this is what has to be done.

That is the date we fired Adam Duce. That is the day that I had to tell Adam that after 21 years of being in a band together, I just couldn’t take it anymore.

That is the day I said “My hope is that this can be amicable.”

The words sounded like someone else had spoken them.

It was like being outside of my body watching someone else deliver these painful words.

But, it was me saying it.

And we all said it.

We had our say sitting in our jam room in Oakland. Dave said it. Joseph (our manager) said it. Phil said it. We all said that we couldn’t take being in a band with him anymore. That if this didn’t happen, we were going to break up the band.

It was hard. One of the hardest moments of my life.

It was also a long time coming.

We may have fired Adam on 2-11-13, but Adam quit Machine Head well over a decade ago. He just never bothered to tell anyone? but we all knew it.

Contrary to popular belief, being in a band is tough. Really fucking tough. It’s the toughest sonofabitch you’ll ever come across in your life and it will beat the living shit out of you 80% of the time. Many times it feels like one big rollercoaster, the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. There are wins and losses seemingly every single day. Being in a band is one of life?s strangest gambles.

But when you do win, when you win that 20%, well… it truly is salvation. It’s what makes eating the other 80% of that shit-sandwich bearable. It’s where ?those? stories come from. It can be the best job you’ll ever have and unquestionably one of the hardest you’ll ever have. But until you’ve done it for 20+ years, you have no clue. Until you’ve held a band together for 20+ years, you really don’t know jack shit about it.

You think you do.

You don’t.

A band is a dysfunctional family. A brotherhood, a family business, and a renaissance-era-court. You’re room-mates in studio-apartment-on-wheels for years-at-a-time, 24-hours-a-day. Plus you’re in the pressure cooker of the spotlight, every move analyzed and read into. Everybody wants something from you, everybody wants to be your friend, everybody loves you, everybody can do so-much-better-for-you-than-the-people-you-have-now. Some people try and turn you against each other, and everyone wants to take credit for your success.

Often time you’re enemies. At odds and fighting about something, but “pretending” everything is “fine” onstage.

But it isn’t…

You just wear a mask that looks like it’s fine, and after 20 years, we know that mask so well, it slides on way too fuckin’ easy.

Adam hasn’t been happy in this band for a long time. But how do you leave? To a guy like Adam everything is either winning or losing. A stunning victory or the ultimate failure. There was no in-between. And while that sounds great for a TV show or an interview-sound-bite, or even a John Wayne movie that wraps up in 90 minutes… life just isn’t like that.

And life certainly isn’t like that for a band like Machine Head or any band that operates in the upper-middle-tier. For us, and I can only speak for ourselves, there are no stunning victories only respectable wins. No ultimate failures, just better-luck-next-times. Over our 21 year existence we carved a niche, no make that we OWN that niche. But you have to be realistic about it as it’s still just a niche. And you know what? There is nothing wrong with that.

But no matter how un-happy or fed up he got, quitting the band would be seen as “losing” or a “failure”. Truth be told, he was sick of it. Sick of touring, sick of recording, sick of practicing, sick of looking at album artwork and sick of me! He was sick of being-on-a-team-but-never-getting-the-ball. Sick of yearning-for-the-honeymoon-to-resume when 20 years deep it never does. Sick of never quite hitting the big-time, sick of carving the niche…sick of caring.

But he just wouldn’t quit.

We wanted him to quit. We were hoping he would quit. Reading the above it would and should have been pretty fucking easy. “Guys, my heart isn’t in this anymore, it was a good run, later skater.” We did not want it to come to this…

But he wouldn’t

I didn’t feel anything as I drove away from the jam room that night. When I awoke the next morning I didn’t feel anything either. I wasn’t “numb,” I still “felt”, was just kinda blank. But three days after the meeting, an argument broke out in the jam room about how conflicted I felt about it. Then I cried.

I cried and cried.

I’ve cried every day since. I?ve been an emotional wreck. I cried writing this. I was sick the day that we announced it (11 days and 2 General Journals after actually doing it), walking around about to vomit for hours.

I met with him for a couple hours last Wednesday, met with him yesterday. Nothing is different.

I don’t know what else to say.

I don’t have some inspirational quote to end with here. I’m not gonna sit here and tell you everything is gonna be all right, or that’s it gonna be the same. At this moment I can?t even bring myself to say that it’s going to be better.


Because it sucks.

It fucking sucks.

It sucks for everyone who tried to save this.

It sucks more than you can possibly imagine.

The poetic words of Don Henley put it way better than I ever could…

It’s a horrible relief.


Απο αυτα που γραφει ο Flynn φαινεται οτι υπηρχε σοβαρο προβλημα στα εσωτερικα της μπαντας. Για τσακωμους Flynn και Duce ξεραμε, οχι οτι ο Duce εδειχνε να μην απολαμβανει να ειναι στην μπαντα και οτι και οι McClain και Demmel ειχαν και αυτοι προβλημα με την συμπεριφορα του. Κριμα γιατι ηταν τοσο δεμενοι σαν συνολο, τουλαχισον ετσι εδειχναν προς τα εξω. Ποσο διαφορετικα ηταν τα πραγματα… Ευχομαι να βρουν τον καταλληλο να καλυψει το κενο που αφηνει.


οτι ο demmel παντρευτηκε την peterson των bleeding through
το πηρε κανεις χαμπαρι???


και στα δικα μας οι ανυπαντροι…


Να ζησουν τα παιδια και να γυρισει ο Duce στην μπαντα.