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Here'sthe deal...

As you all may or may not know, inaddition to haphazardly posting my "comedic wit" on thislittle site of our's, I'm also a freelance writer for THAT MAGhttp://www.thatmusicmag.com/based out of Killadelphia, the city of brotherly love....Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

(Which only kind of explains whyI've been so sporadic lately. Anyway...)

It's a pretty ecclectic gig, I won't lie. I've been covering everything from Jay-Z to Rusted Root,Switchfoot (....hey! Sometimes you have to make the donuts), and lastbut definitely not least, the East Coast Green and Black....thealmighty OVER KILL!!!

LOBO right in the action

Here'sthe links for the pieces:

OVER KILL- 4/20 at theTrochadero:
-http://www.thatmusicmag.com/index.php/2012/06/over-kill-4202012-trochadero-theater-philadelphia/

The Constant Evolution of RustedRoot:
-http://www.thatmusicmag.com/index.php/2012/03/rusted-root/

Jay Z- Made In America 2012:
-http://www.thatmusicmag.com/index.php/2012/05/made-in-america-2012/

Switchfoot- Outside of the Box:
-http://www.thatmusicmag.com/index.php/2012/06/switchfoot-outside-of-the-box/


Read them all...I worked my ass offputting them together (for the most part) ....and they all turned outgreat. The OVER KILL one especially. Definitely read that one if anyof them. Bobby Blitz is the MAN, photographer James Kelly contributedsome great shots for the piece (as did your's truly...hooray foriPhone photo credit), and it's a review for metalheads written by oneof the heaviest metalheads in history; Ryan Fuckin' Sullivan (ME).




So check them out. Support themagazine, support the SGI blog, like us facebook, twitter...all ofit. Make this little shindig part of your life. I'm coming at all ofyou from all directions. Saul Good will make you laugh and the stuffI'm doing for THAT MAG will broaden your musical perception (whetheryou like it or not).

Here'sa little checklist to help you all out:

-readSaul Good Inc's blogs...they're funny as hell....every damn syllable(by the way, it's comedy, not anal sex...don't take it so hard).

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As always, we'll work to keepposting some randomly dark humor for you to enjoy and pee yourselvesto. There's a bunch of ideas in the works....schedules are just alittle haywire (as always). I'm being serious though. Frequent all ofthis stuff. Like it and follow it, tell all of your friends and makethem like and follow it as well. The more the merrier. It's good for yoursoul. Plus, the more of you that pay attention, the more we canjustify telling the real world to "Fuck Off" and continueto provide you all with the things you know and love. Nothing happensby accident, haha.

Isincerely hope you all enjoy everything I'm throwing at you. It's alot, I know. But I bust my ass supporting everyone I know witheverything they do...so I'm calling in your tabs. I don't want yourmoney...I want those little clicks on your computers and smartphonesand sundials. Make it happen, Cap'n!

Respectfully.

RyanSullivan

LOBO

SaulGood Incorporated

...Get Fucked.

Get Blitzed You Bunch of Micks

There's another made-up excuse to drink coming up soon. I don't know what St. Patrick's day is about...and it apparently affects my life in no real way whatsoever....so it's made-up. The only way I'm ever aware of this particular event is because shit just starts turning green all over the place. You end up saying to yourself, "Oh shit, yeah, it IS March. I'm probably about to get pretty hammered real soon. I'd better start calling people."

Hi, my name is Ryan Sullivan.... Anyway, Irish as hell, right? I think "Ryan" means something in Irish (ha!..."in Irish" he says), but it sounds like it does anyway; same deal with "Sullivan" too (and there's a ton of those people by the way). Regardless, I look pretty damn Italian. I also talk like a black, surfer, thug/asshole and I have little to no sense of my family's history. It's not a me-thing. My family gets along, but we barely care where we all came from. Work, go to bed, who gives a shit, right? I'm saying all of that to say this: I'm not sure I could care any less about my ethnic makeup.

As far as my friends are concerned, I have a vague idea of some of their ethnicities... I suppose. You can only really tell anymore because their pretend-holidays are different. It doesn't really matter though because "Everybody is Irish on St. Patty's Day". The running joke being that the Irish are drunks. So if everybody parties up, we can all have headaches tomorrow morning. It's either a genius plot or completely retarded.

I love the headaches, by the way. It's a dumb holiday, but everyone does get tuned up for it...just like every other fake reason out there. It all boils down to finding excuses to drink socially I guess. Maybe not Ramadan, but that's their own fault. I just love seeing everybody get wrecked for no real reason but acting like it's supposed to happen anyway.

(Note: Before I get called racist, I've gotten drunk with my fair share of muslims in actual muslim countries. Fun fact...go around the world a few times and you eventually realize everybody happens to be the same kinds of shitty regardless of geographic proximity.)

I'm not knocking it. Well, I am, but I get hammered every year anyway. I guess that makes me a hypocrite. Whatever. At least I'm Irish.

While I'm at it, birthdays too. What? You didn't die another year? You did what every other human being does until they don't do it anymore? Good job, asshole. Get better at something a little more worthwhile.

Happy Valentine's Day. Love, Lobo

Ok, it's been a while since there has been any activity on here...and that's our fault. I don't need to tell you that things can get pretty crazy. We're working on it.

That being said, in the spirit of yet another ridiculous holiday, I managed to find something I could throw up here with relative ease. Despite my attitude towards the holiday itself....I'm rooting for everyone to get laid tonight. So in this best way possible....Get Fucked.

A little background on this one....being broke sucks. I also have a gun. Needless to say, it has crossed my mind more than a few times to go on my own little crime-spree; just start taking what people have so that I am then the one who has it. Honorable? No. Possible? No comment.

Let me be perfectly clear; I'm not your average sociopath. That being said, here's a little bit o' ME I'm gonna share with you right quick....I don't give a single fuck about you. I don't. I-I just don't. I'm not a monster...it's just that there is only a select group of people (we'll say in the honest range of about 30-40 total) that I actually give a shit about. It'll range from actually answering the phone when they call to taking a bullet, but they're my people...and even that small circle is shrinking rapidly. It's safe to say, unless there's something beneficial about you breathing the same air as me, you probably look like an ATM to me. I will take your shit.

I want you to keep all of that in mind while I describe how this mentality can be the little seed necessary to make true love blossom.

A little while back, a good friend of mine tells me that he hears of this girl who has a crush on him. This girl is known to sell...things. Immediately, my brain started cranking around dollar signs. The first question I ask my buddy was, "So uh, Sugar-momma or D-bo?"

Then I had a spark of inspiration...why not both?

In case you're missing out, I wanted to know if he planned on latching onto this girl and living the easy life for a while, or if he wanted to rob her blind.

So, Plan-C, right? Hear me out, because I think I may be an evil genius over here. We go and get this girl for what she's got (not trying ruin her life...but a financial step back nonetheless). Then my comrade gains the rare privelege to swoop in and pretend that he will be her rock during this emotional and trying time. Bottom line: we get paid and she gains a sense of security in the arms of her romantic interest.

It's actually a victimless crime (unless you count the horrible pretenses presented to this girl). It really does seem to work out. Forget for a second that the entire relationship is built on one extremely dark secret and is doomed to fail. If my buddy can keep up the lie and take it to the grave, our finances get some flow and she gets a new man. Everybody goes home happy.

I'm just saying that it's a good idea; that's all.

 ....and you thought chocolate was thoughtful.