The other night at a show at Wally’s World, local scene fixture Magik Ian had $800 stolen from him. It’s always super depressing when someone opens up their home as an underground venue and scumbags choose to take advantage of them. Ian’s friends are calling on everyone to buy recordings from Ian’s label Maximum Pelt to help offset the loss.
If you’re looking for recommendations, that Midwaste tape from Vamos fucken slays. Very cocky strutting trash-glam rock that doesn’t need to resort to art punk abrasiveness to keep things cut-throat. Go buy some tapes for a good cause, ya jerkwads!
A few days ago someone who I admire the hell out of had a terribly shitty thing happen to them and this is the best way I can think of to help….
Majik Aeon, who runs the awesome local label Maximum PELT and DIY space Wally World had someone rip him off of $800 during the last show at his house. That stolen cash wasn’t just personal savings, it was hard earned money used to host shows for local and touring bands, and to release cassettes and LPs by local bands.
Those of you that know me know I love this city’s incredibly vibrant and inspirational music scene, and guys like Aeon are the reason that scene is what it is. He plays in a band. He books shows. He runs a venue. He runs a label. This guy is doing more to get good music into your ears than most people you’ll ever meet. So when someone fucks him like this, it doesn’t just affect him. It affects the bands that play Wally. It affects the bands on Maximum Pelt. It affects the fans who see those shows and buy those records. Basically, when someone violates this community, it fucks all of us in some way or another.
I don’t have $800 bucks to toss him. But I DO have enough money to buy a few records/tapes. I’ll bet you do too. This Labor Day weekend you’re going to be spending cash going to shows, cookouts, movies and mushroom trips. All I’m asking is that you head to the Maximum Pelt store and buy a record or tape. Buy it for yourself, buy it as a present. Buy a copy for a stranger and pass along good music. Buy enough to fill a bucket with tapes, film yourself dumping the bucket on yourself, and challenge your friends to do the same. I don’t care. I just care that we all come together and do a good thing for a good dude who had some shitty luck.