In Waves’ Beginnings and the Tampa Food-Tour (featuring Jon Paul Douglass and his photography)
Jon Paul Douglass is the man responsible for the gorgeous artwork on Trivium’s In Waves. A while back, Trivium had a huge chunk of time home and I had just moved into the same building as JP – at that time, we’d go be gym-rats together, talking films, art, video games, and some of the draft ideas I had flowing for “the next Trivium album.” We’d review some of my lyrical ideas, song titles, and themes on the cardio machines… head back to my place and play Call Of Duty Nazi Zombies for hours… eat dinner prepared by my wife or his girlfriend… then by night (when the girls had girls’ nights) we’d watch films by directors like Lynch, Von Trier, Nolan, and other legends. JP’s the one who introduced me to all those directors. There may have been a vaporizer present at times… Continue reading
Down With The Rudy’s (featuring David Draiman)
It was the Austin show on the Dream Theater tour, when all us Trivs decided to meet up with our friend David Draiman from Disturbed. David, at that time, lived around the Austin area – and having been buddies of ours since about 2005, we figured a good hang was in order. Continue reading
The last time Trivium played SXSW was 2005 on the Road Rage Tour at what is now the “new” Emo’s. I vaguely remember the performance, but it was alongside Still Remains, The Agony Scene and Three Inches Of Blood. Although having only played once on SXSW, I am very much so aware that it is basically where all the music world of the US (and the rest of the globe) combine onto the streets of Austin for several days of music, food, booze and schmooze.
Initially, we heard we were due to play a metal showcase – then only weeks before, it was swapped to being invited to play Waterloo Records’ showcase show and 5B Management’s showcase at the “old” Emo’s (now JR). Waterloo Records is one of the last strongholds in the USA for real record shops (selling vinyl, CD, DVD, band merch) – it’s not unlike Amoeba Records in LA… picture a small Empire Records without Liv Tyler and the chick who shaves her head. Continue reading