\m/ Throwing up the devil horns to Man on the Hill

It's the National Day of Slayer, but I have the feeling I was the only one celebrating at the office today. For the uninformed, Slayer is one of the greatest metal bands... ever. Slayer's right up there with Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, and Emperor (sorry, Metallica, you ripped off Slayer almost your entire career... poorly). The date is significant, 06/06/06, when stripped of zeroes is "666," the so-called Number of the Beast (great Iron Maiden song, by the way) during the Apocalypse. The number "666" is mentioned only once Bible (Rev. 13:16-18), but all the same, metal's association with the southern lord makes it a headbanger's holiday.

I celebrated by walking to work with Slayer's Reign of Blood on the iPod and walked home to Deathspell Omega (great French band Jace recommended to me) and Black Sabbath's "Sunday Bloody Sunday." Once I finish up some writing, I'll be listening to Burzum, Iron Maiden, Napalm Death, Venom, Electric Wizard, and Bathory.

My homemade t-shirt:


Me making my most grim metal face:



In office news, I'm slowly starting to understand exactly what I'm doing this summer. Next week, the Open Mic podcasts I'm working on now will be downloadable (they're all artists from the previous intern, but one of them's fantastic. His name is Brice Fillici).

At the end of the day, I sat in on an All Songs Considered session where I met host Bob Boilen for the first time. Let's just say it was a heckuva lot more professional than the off-the-cuff Liner Notes program Phillip and I did for half a year (we had some pretty on shows, though).