The Birth Of The Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre

I was on the Google machine one afternoon a couple of months ago when I discovered one of my favorite writers had a Tweet page or account or whatever you call them shits. I gladly started following him and traced him all the way back to his homepage which , to my chagrin is titled "The Cult"..Lemme 'splain....MY site was born out of the desperate need to purge my brain in an Exorcist regurtitative type manner or else I was risking certain brain damage.My site's title has its roots firmly planted in the swamps of Savannah,Georgia and can trace its lineage way back...I am offering this origin tale at no extra cost unlike all the comics I used to buy when I was a young unwed hispanic mother. No, really I am not an imitator or a "biter" as we used to say in the dinosaur days. Cast your mind back to yesteryear if you can. The year was 1997 and it was an unseasonably warm April in Savannah's loverly historic district. The Fat Ninja and I had arranged a meeting at the local hibachi style eatery "Headays" which why the hell it was called that I don't know. As usual I paid and the meal was exceptionally good since we had beat the lunch crowd. It seemed there wasn't a sense of urgency to get the food out so quickly so the ancient Asian man took his time preparing the meal. By the time we got our steaming plates of teriyaki chicken, we were absolutely starving. As we proceeded to "tuck-in" as my English mates would say we were rudely interrupted by a garish looking woman who looked like she had seen the business end of too many crackpipes in her day. She stared harshly at me and began to move her mouth quicker than her words were coming out so it gave her the appearance of a badly dubbed chop socky western. When her words and mouth synched up finally she stammered out :"Are you in a cult or something like that? I'm just interested in all of your piercings.." I had a mouth full of food and heart full of piss and vinegar. I thought of two things and one of them wasn't inviting her to eat with us because she had already sat down with us. The second was, how can I fuck with her? I chose the latter and shot the look across the table to the Fat Ninja who was already starting to laugh because he already knew the size and the magnitude of the avalanche of bullshit which was about to spew forth. "Yes actually I am in a cult", I said in my best white guy voice. "The Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre"....I proceeded to explain in great detail brutal rituals and extremely graphic initiation procedures to further broaden her wildest fantasies....I saw a grain of rice wriggling out of The Fat Ninja's tear duct as he stifled the laughter for exactly 25 minutes... And so the CC2M was born. On the mean streets of Savannah. The legacy came later as history has shown us. Now let me prepare you for the weekend with some high caliber music choices prepared by the Chinese cook who when we left just stared at us and said "You boys crazy"......

"y'all get out from around here"sessions....


A little background info on this newly discovered gem. San Francisco formed L.A. based band channeling Velvet Underground,Dinosaur Jr. and splash of The Rolling Stones. Former member of The BrianJonesTown Massacre Peter Hayes, needed a new sound and happened to run into another distraught genius in high school Robert Levon Been who shared his vision. Englishman Nick Jago joined them on there first albums but was replaced by Leah Shapiro. This album it seems has been long in the making. I now have to back track and listen to the older albums so I can't fully describe the growth of the band but I can guarantee one thing if you play this tonight before you go out and stare at yourself in the mirror and say "Bloody Mary" six times you will wet your pants. Be warned. It rocks.
http://www.mediafire.com/?tjmz2nmmyhm

Phillip Wright-UK Drummer-US Band Paper Lace-Born 1948
DJ Alice aka Soyo Oka-Japanese songwriter composer-Nintendo Corporation-Born 1964
Gerard Way-Singer-US Band My Chemical Romance-Born 1977



finger is STILL oozing....