The Spencer Sunday Throwup Podcast Show #2: Sneezes of Nazareth

Here's the second installation of the Spencer Sunday Throwup Podcast Show.  This week, Spencer recalls the horror of being a multiple sneezer, and reflects on some of the dumb things people say about it.

Gesundheit!



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The Spencer Sunday Throwup Podcast Show #1

The Spencer Sunday Throwup Podcast is the sonic equivalent of a Gatorade and 2 aspirins after a night of shameless binge drinking. Toronto musician Spencer LeVon guides you through the hangover experience with soft piano music, lighthearted stories, jokes and some of his favorite love songs to take the edge off. So fry up a few eggs, draw the blinds and enjoy the day of rest.

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The FATALITY Silly Walk Video Contest

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FwHxmFoj2k

It is shocking how little time a musician actually gets to play his or her instrument. There is just so much bullshit involved. For instance, have you ever actually sat in on a recording session? Boy, it fucking sucks. It feels like everyone is either tuning, or waiting to tune. Where are the drugs? Where are the easily impressionable blondes?? I don’t care about mic placement, where is the fun? The music industry isn’t nearly as sexy as the 80’s insisted it was.

It took a while for me to realize how astonishingly important killing time is as a musician. It is a vital component of what we do. Whether it is mind bending travel time to a gig or waiting to perform, metal musicians have killing time down to a delicate science, and a band that laughs together stays together. 

To better illustrate this point we have devised a CONTEST based on our latest "weekly challenge" video. The video involves Eytan and I acting like complete assholes in public, because that is what makes us laugh and that’s what we find funny.

For this video we decided to pay tribute to Monty Python and the Ministry of Silly Walks. In this clip you can see me and Eytan going for a swift jaunt in our local Metro to purchase some late night munchies.

Now this is what we want from YOU!!!

CONTEST TIME!!!!

We want to see your silly walks. That’s right. Post a video of your silliest walks on our Facebook page and the winner will receive great prizes.

The person who posts the video that we deem to be the silliest will receive:

·      Free Fatality T-shirt

·      Free CD

·      Free patch, beer cozie or 3 pins

·      2 free tickets to our next local show (if applicable)

Let's get Silly!

Visit our Facebook page at www.facebook.com/fatalitythrash and post your video!

Hair Loss: A Follicle’s Last Stand

I came to the realization this week that I am losing my hair. Fabulous. The transformation has begun. Now I get the joy of watching my physical appearance go from Ted Nugent to Elmer Fudd.

At least I’m losing it all in the front and not that spot at the back of the head, you know, the loser patch? On the bright side at least at first glance people won’t know if I am losing my hair or simply gaining forehead… God, I’m fucked! I’ve got a one-way ticket to looking like a bloated James Taylor.

Men and women have different physical struggles with aging. Men don’t necessarily lose their hair; it just gets re-distributed to their backs, ears and nostrils. Women mainly have to worry about sagging: saggy tits and a saggy ass. Speaking for myself, I can’t say sagging would be that bad. I often pray for gravity to have its way with my shwanz. It might afford me an extra inch or 2 in my senior years and help keep me competitive.

A woman’s body does seem like a lot more to maintain. Periods, pregnancy and waxing are not my cup of tea. As far as men’s body maintenance goes, his main objective is to keep his dick clean, and that alone can be a somewhat daunting task. I guess I should stop complaining. Women seem to take on most of nature’s burdens, so I suppose the least men can do is look like a bunch of goofy balding assholes with smelly balls.

Nature has a way of making men look like accountants as they get older. Physical mediocrity has its way with us all eventually. I will use David Lee Roth as an example: he used to be the slick, cool, dick-slingin’ front man of Van Halen. Have you seen him recently? Does anyone look more like a creepy 3rd grade teacher then that momo? Thanks hair loss!

Thick healthy hair on a man is attractive to women because it is a sign that he is virile and therefore more capable of making babies. If my recent hair loss suggests that my sperm has the potency of skim milk, then that just might be the only relieving aspect of this whole ordeal. If that means the chances of me bringing a bunch of bald headed clumsy babies with poor mathematics skills into this world are diminishing then GOOD!

On the bright side, soon I will be able to go out as Dr. Phil for Halloween.

Fuck,

Spencer “Mr. Potato-fag” LeVon

 

P.S. For those of you in the Toronto area come out this Saturday, April 21st to Hard Luck for a stellar line-up of Fatality, Ramming Speed, Cannabis Corpse, and Revocation! Fuck YEAH! Click here to visit the Facebook event

The Fatality Weekly Challenge - April 9th, 2012

Hello friends, and welcome to the Fatality weekly challenge. This is where we test the limits of your candor, bravery and general boredom. Our very first challenge is lovingly entitled: "Smoke pot and try not to laugh at this, fucko!"

It is pretty self explanatory, but all you will need to do is take a big ass hit, turn your speakers all the way up and try to watch this video without laughing. If you laugh, then relax with a nice tall glass of chocolate milk: the devils favorite dairy beverage.

If you can successfully watch this video without laughing, then repeat the steps of the challenge with more pot.

Afterwards take some time to check out our latest music video previewing a new track and browse our YouTube channel for more hilarious Fatality videos!

Toke,

Spencer Le Von

Video Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdIMVVsyk6w

Links:
Fatality Facebook Page
Fatality YouTube Channel

 

 

Goodbye Suarez. Hello Mason!

Hello Folks,

This is Spencer LeVon of Fatality with a big announcement regarding a recent line-up change. We have parted ways with our drummer Andrew “Comfortability Snacks” Suarez and re-hired our original drummer and my brother Mason LeVon. There is no animosity or hard feelings towards Suarez, and we still consider him to be a good friend. We wanted to thank him from the bottom of our tiny pink hearts for all his hard work and enthusiasm that made this band what it is today. We look forward to making more noise with him at some other point in the future.

That being said, we are thrilled to have my brother Mason back in the fold. Mason helped start the band around 2007 and was there to craft the blue print. He also co-wrote most of the songs on our first album “Beers from the Grave” and since re-joining has been relentlessly writing new material with us for our second full-length album. With every jam the music gets progressively heavier, faster, and more aggressive.

To celebrate Mason’s return, we filmed an instrumental video for release later this week previewing a new song entitled “Monstrous”. We are extremely excited to be sharing this new track and providing a taste of what is more to come from Fatality. It was recorded at our new jam space with ample silliness and excitement. We have included some photos taken throughout the process of creating the video for your enjoyment.

So, goodbye Suarez. Hello Mason! And thank goodness I am no longer the member in the band with the worst body.

Spencer LeVon

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Sex is Overated

Sex is totally overrated. Yes, it's true. Don’t get me wrong, I like burying the ol' bone as much as anyone else does but I think it's about time that we take away a bit of the power that sex has over us, shall we? First of all, I believe sex to be an absurd practical joke. Is that really the ultimate demonstration of love? Mashing your awful dead bird of a cock into some poor ladies slish? That’s the best we can come up with? It seems so abstract and weird, like a self-portrait of a school-aged Picasso masturbating while writing a book report.

Genitalia is just plain funny to me. I can’t help it. A cock is just a bizarre organ that hangs on the outside of your body. When your penis is not in use it visually appears to be ashamed, doesn’t it? And for good reason, it is a filthy appendage! That’s why it is always staring at the floor on a pillow of his own balls, sulking like an emo kid after a failed suicide attempt.

Your cock really is just like a lazy roommate, just taking up space and never helping you carry in groceries. But for some reason unknown to me, every morning my cock is standing at attention, just plain ready to get the day started. Apparently my dick is more of a morning person then I am. Morning wood is such a waste of time. Does anyone else ever find themselves talking their morning cock down like it’s a suicide jumper just because all you want to do is take a normal morning piss without hitting the ceiling? Nothing makes me feel like more of a loser than trying to reason with my own penis at 7:30 in the morning. “Come on Arthur, go to sleep, I have things to do today.”

The human wang is a nuisance on the level of bedbugs, white supremacy and Greenpeace canvassers. On a good day, anything can potentially give a fella a hard-on. Men are so stupid. The gentle, persistent vibration of a ride on the crosstown bus is sometimes enough to give a man a grade-A certifiable stark chubb that demands so much blood your feet go numb and you miss your stop!

 

Men let sexuality run their lives. We become obsessed with beautiful women. I find beautiful women to be very overrated, like New Year's Eve or the Red Hot Chili Peppers. This might be a hard sell, but hear me out. Lets take strip clubs for example. Strip clubs are shocking evidence of how sexually backwards we, as men, can be at times. Pussy has such a driving force in a man's life that he will call up his friend and say “Hey dog, want to go to that strip club, spend too much money on beer and get erections in public with me?” Yikes, what a confusing night on the town that is.  Whenever I get that call I have uncomfortable flashbacks of being called up to the chalkboard in fourth grade, trying in vain to hide a woody in the waistband of my sweatpants.
 

Don't get me wrong, I love women as much as anyone else. They are soft, and they smell nice, I will give you that. I am just confused why we treat beautiful women like deities when they are nothing more then perpetuators of a lie bigger than Santa, the Easter Bunny, and "It's not you, it's me" combined.

Sex really is a filthy act. It just makes me feel that biology is tricking us. Any urge that will make you possessed to take a complete stranger to your place, become naked, and then start to roll around with your arses in the air with the intention of shooting liquid at each other seems kind of suspect to me. Most of us are normal people with normal jobs, but occasionally behind closed doors we shoot goop at the people we claim we love the most. Humans really are aliens.

Yuck,

Spencer LeVon