Run- Hillsong

Great is the Lord- Elevation Worship

We Rejoice- Elevation Worship

You Wont Relent- Jesus Culture

Freedom is Here- Hillsong

Just in case you were wondering what Gackt and GacktJOB were performing~
And from what I’ve seen while “researching,” I believe the Camui Gakuen band is called Super Excellent X Japan (which would explain the whole S.E.X. thing LOL)

Thanks to tenshin26100 and abiona_shashenka for the list!
Camui Gakuen Set List

O Holy Night- Barlow Girl

I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day- Casting Crowns

Mary Did You Know- Mark Lowry (Reflection Style)

What Child is This- Mercy Me

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen- Mercy Me

Musicians:
Mick Box: Guitar
Lee Kerslake: Drums
Phil Lanzon: Keyboards
John Lawton: Vocals
Trevor Bolder: Bass

Set list:

1. Devil’s Daughter
2. Stealin’
3. Words in the Distance
4. Rainbow Demon
5. The Wizard
6. July Morning
7. Free Me
8. Gypsy
9. Drum Solo
10. Keyboard Solo
11. Look at Yourself
12. Easy Livin’
13. Encore: Lady in Black

John Lawton was a temporary replacement for Bernie Shaw who had throat problems at the time.

Musicians:
Steve Morse: Guitar
Ian Paice: Drums
Jon Lord: Keyboards
Ian Gillan: Vocals
Roger Glover: Bass

Set List:

1. Highway Star
2. Black Night
3. Woman From Tokyo
4. The Battle Rages On
5. When A Blind Man Cries
6. Perfect Strangers
7. The Purpendicular Waltz
8. Pictures Of Home
9. Keyboard Solo
10. Child In Time
11. Anya
12. Guitar Solo
13. Lazy
14. Drum Solo
15. Speed King

Encores:

16. Fireball
17. Smoke On The Water

1) All Creation Sing
2) Sing to the King
3) How He Loves
4) It is You
5) O Holy Night

By the way, that funky version of O Holy Night is from a Christmas album by Shane Barnard & Shane Everett called Glory in the Highest.  It’s worth a buy!

Chords and Lyrics for all songs (well, I haven’t done the chords to O Holy Night yet, but I will soon) can be found here.

We Unite- Elevation Worship

Let God Arise- Chris Tomlin

From The Inside Out- Hillsong

Give Us Clean Hands- Chris Tomlin

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen- Mercy Me

Brand New, Glassjaw, Crime in Stereo
Oakdale Theater, Wallingford CT
November 25th 2009

On the night before Thanksgiving, Brand New would make a stop in Connecticut on their way to a homecoming show on Long Island. While it would have been easy to mail it in knowing home was less than two hours away, the band put in another great effort, ripping though old favorites as well as the majority of tracks from their latest effort, Daisy.

Just like in Boston a week earlier (read my review here), new songs received only a luke-warm reception, while cuts such as “Jude Law and a Semester Abroad” and “Okay I Believe You but my Tommy Gun Don’t” had the crowd up in arms. The only disappointing aspect of the set was that it was about 15 minutes shorter than their Boston effort and excluded other fan favorites such as “Mixed Tape” and “The Shower Scene.”

The shorter set shouldn’t take away from the fact that Jesse Lacey and Co. were once again first-rate, proving that even when they should have one foot out the door, they’re still one of today’s great live bands.

Brand New, Glassjaw, Thrice, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine
Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale New York
November 29th 2009

You would think this one would deserve its own review, wouldn’t you? Unfortunately, Brand New’s  biggest ever headlining show didn’t quite live

Glassjaw's Palumbo

up to expectations. With support from a hand full of their favorite bands at an arena just minutes from where they grew up, I think everyone who made their way inside the Nassau Coliseum was expecting something special. What they got was something very ordinary.

The main reason the show wasn’t the rousing success it should have been was the time constraints placed on each band. Five acts on one stage is too many, and it became quite obvious when openers Kevin Devine, Manchester Orchestra, and Thrice were all limited to very short sets. Main support Glassjaw was allowed to play longer, and put on the type of show that has made them Long Island legends, at least to those who mixed it up on the floor of the cavernous arena. Daryl Palumbo was at his deranged best, singing and screaming his vocal cords to shreds.

The best way to describe the headliners set would be “loud.” The speakers which towered above the stage pumped out the type of sound that could finally do justice to tracks such as “Sink” and “Gasoline.” The band did their part by turning in the frenzied performance all of their fans have come to expect.  There was very little between song banter for a hometown show, which wasn’t much of a surprise considering Jessey Lacey is rarely one to wax poetic in such situations.

The most memorable moment of the night was not an individual song, but was when the band finally paused to look around at the thousands of occupied seats stretching high up the rafters. Understated as always, Lacey simply said “This is big… Bigger than my bedroom.”

The band closed the set with “Seventy Times 7″ much sooner than the crowd had hoped, most likely due to a curfew imposed by the venue. While the thousands who filed out of the arena left satisfied, this should have been the type of show that is talked about for years to come, but I doubt that will be the case. The second acoustic stage featuring old favorites Vinnie Caruana of The Movielife and Andy Jackson of Hot Rod Circuit was a very nice touch, as were the four bands who opened on the main stage. However, the next time Brand New returns to Long Island, hopefully they will keep the focus where it belongs, which is squarely on themselves.

It appears I’ve gotten pretty far behind in posting my show reviews, so I’ve decided that instead of letting these two shows go forgotten, it would be a good idea to compile a few short reviews in one post, so here it goes:

Say Anything with Eisley, Moneen, Moving Mountains
House of Blues Boston, October 30th 2009
My third time seeing Say Anything was certainly the least enjoyable for a number of reasons. For one, the openers were quite disappointing. Moving Mountains slogged through a sleep-educing set, while Eisley was as ear-splitingly bad. Sandwiched in between these two crowd killers was Moneen, an underrated Canadian act who always put on a great show. They once again held up their end of the bargain with an energy packed 25 minute set.

Say Anything took the stage and started the show with a number of familiar tracks, including “Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too” and “Alive with the Glory of Love.” The crowd absolutely ate it up. Nearly every song received a huge reaction, including material from the band’s new self-titled album, which at that point was still a week away from being released.

While Bax Bemis and Co. chose a decent set list and did everything they could to work the crowd into a frenzy, I felt they lacked the enthusiasm

Say Anything's Bemis

that had marked previous shows. The between song banter seemed scripted, and the band sounded sloppy at times. While it is clear that Say Anything is as popular as they’ve ever been, I hope their Boston show was simply an off night and not a sign of things to come.

World/Inferno Friendship Society with O’Death
Grand Ballroom at Manhattan Center, October 31st 2009

While Say Anthing may have been a bit dull, World/Inferno Friendship Society’s annual “Hollow Mass” the next night was anything but. The New York City cult favorites put on a show that was memorable on a number of different levels. The band  played on the 7th floor of the Manhattan Center Complex, directly above a sold-out Halloween night Weezer performance. While security was tight at the door, it sure wasn’t up in what equated to the building’s attic. Stage divers filled the air as the crowd merrily danced along to every song.

In between tracks, frontman Jack Terricloth led the crowd in a celebration of the Great Pumpkin, revealing the Ten Commandments of Halloween, including “Thou Shalt Not Be A Whining Jerk” and “Thou Shall Covet Thy Neighbor’s Candy.” Yes, it was as strange as it sounds, just like all of the band’s shows. As the night progressed, any semblance of normalcy went out the window, as Terricloth held a prized pumpkin aloft while crowd surfers crashed to the stage around him.

Terricloth and his Pumpkin

The band would close the show with “Pumpkin Time” and finally “Ich Errinere Mich an Weimar.” During the final song, the crowd would rush the stage, leading to a scene that was complete bedlam. Terricloth finished the song while being crowd surfed by his adoring fans, as scores of others gathered around the rest of the band. I’ve seen a few World/Inferno shows, and I’ve always walked out amazed by  the spirit of the band and their fans. This show perfectly illustrated everything that makes the band unique: their theatrical flair for the dramatic, their crazed cult following, and most importantly, their ability to play great live music.

O Holy Night (Todd Haemmerle & Jane Lee)
Gospel Choir:
Worship the Lord
Lord We Love You
Go Tell It on the Mountain
Joyful Joyful
Since I Lay My Burden Down
Christmas in Hollis (T Money & Her Fly Gals)
Silent Night (Todd Haemmerle)

*Pre-game Rituals

It’s 2:03 and the sun is still beating the holy hell out of the earth. I walk to my bench outside of Tilden and light up. I’m done for the day. I missed Accounting this morning, but it doesn’t matter. I know exactly what went on in there. Something about numbers, plusses and minuses that are supposed to add up to the original number. I fucking hate accounting. It makes all of my high school math classes seem like nonsense. What the hell am I ever going to need SoCaToa for ever again? Nothing, that’s what. If I ever need to know the area of a rhombus, I’ll just Google it. High school is a lie.

Despite the array of problems that Abby has caused for me today, I must put her out of my mind until 5:30. If I am to play flag football at a high level, then my mind must be clear. I take a drag of the cigarette and tilt my head back. Exhale. Bliss and all that. There isn’t a cloud in the sky. In ancient days, the Greeks might have taken such an occurrence as a harbinger of good fortune. It means I’m going to play the lights out. There is something to be said about finishing the last class of the day. It’s like a 200 pound weight has been lifted off of my spirits and my social calendar.

I stand with roughly half of my cigarette remaining. I’m going to walk back to Hostetter and take a nap before the game. It’s a ritual. The entire ritual is somewhat complex, and I’ve been doing it since high school (high school sports are not a lie). First, I will take a nap. Then, I will rouse myself from this nap and take a dump. I like to be light. As such, I won’t eat anything of consequence 2 hours before a game. I may choose to snack on things high in sugar, just for a quick boost. I didn’t sleep all that well last night, so there might be a Pepsi or a caffeine pill involved. That’s a game-time decision. Thirty to forty-five minutes or so before the game, Paul will play a playlist he’s hand-crafted for each particular game. His selections usually come from the genres of rap, metal, and rap/metal- and 90’s pop music- but sometimes he’ll sprinkle in some inspirational songs from movie soundtracks for effect. You kind of have to be there, but this is one of the highlights of game day. Somehow, he never selects the same songs twice. While the playlist is blaring, I will get dressed. Then we will hit the field about 10-15 minutes before the game starts to stretch and warm up. We used to sacrifice a virgin to the football gods, but then we realized it is impossible to find virgins on a college campus. It hasn’t hurt us, really.

I flick my cigarette butt into the hidden pile behind the bushes. I walk into the dorm and sigh before hitting the stairs. I’ve got to conserve energy. I am of the opinion that stairs and shoelaces are archaic pieces of technology. It amazes me that phone companies give away cell phones, but escalators haven’t been installed in any building two-stories or taller. This strikes me as horribly inefficient.

I walk into my room and it’s a full house. Scott, Paul and Shawn are all there. I am not surprised considering the 4 of us have a standing agreement to configure our class schedules around afternoon intramural sports. I can’t tell you how many 4 pm classes Paul missed during the first semester of his freshman year because he registered for classes before he knew the intramural sports schedule. I think he said something along the lines of “never a-fucking-gain.”

“Nap time?” Paul asks.

“Yeah,” I say. I toss my bag on the floor near my desk.

“Good,” he says. He turns to walk to his computer. “That gives me time to make the list.”

“You do that,” I say. I kick off my shoes and de-belt my jeans. They fall to the floor. “Remember, it’s the engineers today. Something about circuits and building shit.”

“Got it, got it,” he says.

My alarm clock says 3:14. I wake up and I don’t feel refreshed. I feel more tired. I look up and see Paul’s back. He’s hard at work on that playlist. He’s got his headphones on so none of us can hear what he’s working on. I swear to God, if Paul was anywhere near as interested in his studies as he is in useless diversions, he’d be on the Dean’s List. I walk to the bathroom to wash my face. Scott is in there brushing his teeth. Athletes are a superstitious lot. He eyes me through the mirror and gives me the head nod. Nothing said, yet so much said.

“I’ve got to drop the pre-game deuce,” I say.

He spits out his toothpaste and turns on the faucet.

“Hold on,” he says.

“No prob.” I say. I turn my back toward the mirror and lean on the sink. “I tried to write that list.”

He rinses and turns the faucet off.

“And?” he says.

“I got as far as question number one and quit,” I say. I rub my eyes.

“You’re just going to wing it, then?” he asks. He wipes his mouth with his towel.

“I think so. I figured out that every other possible question or comment is contingent upon the first question,” I say.

“Which is?” he asks.

“What are we?” I say.

There are a few seconds of silence.

“I think you’re right,” he says.  He reaches for the door leading back to his room. “I suppose everything kind of depends on her answer to that.”

“Yeah,” I say.

“Have a good one,” he says.

I lift the lid to the toilet and have a seat. I tend to do my best thinking on the toilet or in the shower. It’s probably the solitude. Tommy’s Magic Flute is 3-0 this season. It’s our best start ever. Shawn’s brother Anth (Anthony) is a freshman and our quarterback. He was a bad-ass in high school, but didn’t get any offers for college ball. A few JCs wanted him, but he wanted to go to school for school. I suppose that alone makes him something of a renaissance man. He’s really good, though. He’s the main reason our team is playing so well this season. And since we already knew better, he finishes class no later than 3 pm everyday. That’s just good coaching.

Shawn, Anth, and Scott all play offense. Scott plays on the o-line because he can’t catch, but he is strangely adept and getting in people’s way- as evidenced by his stupid fucking list. Anth is the QB and Shawn is a receiver. They have like a sixth sense. You know how they say twins have their own language? I swear to you that Shawn and Anth do, too, only it’s completely non-verbal. They just have to look at each other and the next thing you know, Shawn’s running a post, Anth takes a three-step-drop and launches a fucking missile and it hits Shawn in stride. It’s amazing, really.

I could probably use a little ESP tonight. I have no idea what she’s thinking. This entire conversation could go down a hundred different paths tonight.

So, what are we?

Um, like, what do you mean?

I mean, like, what am I to you?

You’re my boyfriend, right?

Am I?

We just made out. You call me “babe.” How could you not be?

So, what are we?

Can we just keep it casual?

What do you mean?

I don’t want any serious relationship right now.

So, what are we?

To each other?

Yeah.

I don’t know.

Well, what do you want to do?

I don’t know, how do you feel about it?

So, what are we?

Do we need labels?

I just want to be clear.

Isn’t it pretty obvious?

I don’t know, you didn’t tell me.

Can’t you tell?

No, I can’t, I’m not a mind reader.

And really, that’s the problem. If I had Professor X’s skills, I’d already have figured this out. Instead I’m sweating this out on the toilet. How humbling.

I walk out of the bathroom and back into my room. I smell of heavy air freshener. Paul is standing next to his bed in his boxers. The only other article of “clothing” he’s wearing is a headband.

“I got it,” he says.

“Let’s hear it,” I say.

“Go tell and Shawn and Scott,” he says. He hooks up his iPod to the stereo.

I walk back through the bathroom and open the door to the other room. Anth is there now, along with Scott and Shawn. Anth is always up in here. I think it’s because their mom gives the money to Shawn and Anth has to come get it from him.

“Hey, Paul’s got the setlist ready to go,” I say.

“Awesome,” Shawn says. He is wearing nylon sweat pants and Under Armor.

“Let’s hear it,” Scott says. He’s wearing Jordan basketball shorts and Under Armor, but it’s inside out. In his own words, he only “rocks Team Jordan” to intramural sports games. He’s also got a Jordan headband on.

“Go,” I say. I’m still wearing just my boxers.

There is silence and anticipation for half-a second. Then there is the best bass line in the history of music: “Billie Jean.”

Shawn, Scott, Anth, and I begin bobbing our heads in unison.

I walk back to my room and Paul has his t-shirt around his neck (still in boxers and headband) and is blowing into his hands. To each his own.

“Why the ‘Billie Jean’?” I ask.

“It’s perfect. We’re 3-0. We’re perfect,” he says. I told you. Fucking soul mates.

I dig through my drawer and pull out my uni for the day: silver Hurley micro-fiber boardshorts (less bulk than basketball shorts), Long-sleeved Under Armor (black), my Under Armor headband (silver), and no-show socks. I put on the Under armor first, then the headband.

I look up at Paul and he now has his winter jacket on. He’s still shirtless. He starts bouncing up and down as the final bars of “Billie Jean” fade.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Wait for it,” he says. He does not look at me, but stares straight ahead past his closet, into nothingness. He’s entering the zone.

“Hearts on Fire” from the Rocky IV soundtrack hits.

Paul begins running in place. There are cheers of approval all around.

I fucking love this song.

“I’m surprised you held this out until the 3^rd game,” I say.

“It took a lot of discipline,” Paul says.

“I know. I thought it was going to be track one, list one,” I say.

“So did I,” he says. He still hasn’t made eye contact with me.

I open the mini-fridge and take a Pepsi. I’m going to need it.

The five of us finish getting dressed and head down to the field. Each of us- except for Shawn- has a backpack filled with personal necessities for the football game. Scott’s bag is nearly empty except for the roll of athletic tape that he will use to tape his wrists and the wrists of anyone else on our team who wishes it. Paul has portable speakers and iPod in his bag. He does not carry his shoes by hand like the rest of us because he wears his to the field- he likes the sound of plastic cleats on concrete. I’ve got my cell phone,  cigarettes and lighter, camera, the bottle of Pepsi, and Abby’s keys (for good luck or something). Shawn dumped all of his shit in Anth’s bag and made him carry it. Shawn knows that Anth is the star of the team and has said that he believes making him carry all his shit all the time “keeps him grounded.” Whatever, we’re going to ride his arm to the ‘ship.

“Anyone know anything about the Engineers?” I say.

“They’re team name is ‘Your Future Bosses’,” Shawn says.

“That’s a little arrogant,” Paul says. His shoes go click-clack.

“Yeah,” Shawn says. He smiles. “I have a class with the running back. He said that they picked that name just to piss people off.”

“Who’d they lose to?” Scott asks.

“Sigma Chi,” Shawn says.

“It went into overtime,” Anth says. He makes eye contact with Shawn.

“The fucking ref made a bullshit call and called back an Engineer’s TD with like a minute left,” Shawn says.

That’s part of the unpredictability of intramural sports. Other students referee the game. A lot of times, they know little-to-nothing about the sport they’re officiating. During our first game, I pretty much mauled a receiver I was covering and the female (!) referee threw a flag for pass interference. I said “That ball was uncatchable!” It was uncatchable because I cut off the receiver’s route to the ball, but she didn’t understand that. All she understood was the “uncatchable” part because that’s one of the few things the rec coordinators go over with the refs before the season starts. Also, I dove in the general direction of the ball at the last second as to appear to be “playing the ball.” So, no flag, 4^th down.

“The game ended tied and went into sudden-death. Sig-Chi got the ball first and scored. Game over,” Anth says.

“We handled Sigma Chi, though,” Paul says.

“Yeah, but the quarterback didn’t play that game, remember?” Scott says.

There is a small chuckle among the five of us. The guys on Sigma Chi told us that their QB had a class and couldn’t make it. We later found out through various backchannels that it wasn’t class so much as it was drama with his girlfriend.

As we pass the Student Center, I reach into my bag for my Pepsi. I fumble it, though, and in the ensuing chaos, I drop Abby’s keys. I stop to pick them up, but it’s already too late. Scott sees them.

“Kev tell you guys about Abby?” Scott asks.

Fuck me.

“What about?” Paul says.

“She got him by the fucking balls?” Shawn says.

“We already knew that,” Paul adds.

Laughter. In 4-part harmony.

“Dude, she is hot,” Anth says.

“She’s a hot cock-tease,” Shawn says.

“Not anymore,” Scott says.

The entire group stops dead. They turn to look at me. I say nothing. They turn to look at Scott.

“Kev stayed at her place last night,” Scott says. He looks at me as if he wants me to take over the storytelling reins. “Aren’t you going to tell them?”

“Yeah,” I say. Fuck. I pull out a cigarette and light up. I usually don’t do this so close to game time, but I’m a fucking wounded animal in a fucking cage backed into a corner. “I’m supposed to head over there tonight and hang out with her.”

“You guys do it?” Paul asks.

“No,” I say.

“Well, what then?” he says. I think he might be hurt that he’s not the first to hear about this.

“We just hung out and stuff,” I say.

Apparently, that comment means we can start walking again. The field is in sight.

“The usual, then?” Shawn says.

“Sure,” I say.

Scott looks at me with judging eyes. Christ. We’re like fucking gossip girls or something.

“And also I slept in her bed,” I say.

“Where did she sleep? The couch? You’re a gentleman, Kev,” Anth says.

“Right next to me,” I say.

The group comes to a halt again.

“What?” asks Shawn.

“Seriously,” adds Paul.

“We just kind of cuddled, I guess,” I say. I take a drag from my cigarette and tilt my head to blow the smoke away from the group. Also so I don’t have to make eye contact.

“And the blueballing continues!” Shawn says.

More laughter.

“If you don’t fucking tell them, I will,” Scott says.

Anth, Shawn, and Paul are silent. They look at me like hungry children in an orphanage. Or at least what I think hungry children at an orphanage look like.

“Fine,” I say. I take a huge drag from my cigarette and launch the butt. “I can call her ‘babe’.”

No laughter, only silence.

“What does that even mean?” Paul asks. He smirks. “I fucking call you ‘babe’ all the time.”

“We kissed,” I say.

“Dude,” Anth says. His head buckles back slightly. “Awesome. Tongue?”

“No,” I say.

“You better get there,” Shawn says.

“Fuck, finally,” Paul adds.

“Fuck, guys,” I say. I haven’t even taken a sip of my Pepsi yet and I’ve got the jitters. “Let’s just get to the field. We’re going to be late.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Paul says. He is the first to snap out of it. “We’ve got some engineers to tear up.”

I am so not in the zone

Hola, Core-Barians! (That’s what I’d call you if you were a bunch of hooligans and heathens.)

What a way to wrap up the last show of the semester! Once again, I had the ever-so-lovely Stacy Douek, (soon to be editor but current) assistant editor of Inside Beat, the weekly arts and entertainment section in the Rutgers Daily Targum. She brings a spunk to the show and a great selection and insight into the latest and greatest bands at 90.3 The Core, and she brought on some of her favorites, like The Asteroids Galaxy Tour and White Rabbits. She taught me that The Dandy Warhols’ “We Used To Be Friends,” a favorite of mine, is actually about the band’s relationship with The Brian Jonestown Massacre. There’s a whole documentary about the subject. Crazy stuff– and delicious food for thought!

Keep an eye out for my new time for the winter semester and for special guests, local acoustic duo Lords of Liechtenstein, who are going to kick off the spring semester with me! Also note that my twitter is now DIFFERENT: Now I can be followed at CoreInfinite903. The CoreInfinite twitter has been infiltrated and spammed out of its little mind.

Check out the pictures. And as always, the list is Artist; Title; Album. The stars signal the new albums at the station.

Fun.; All The Pretty Girls; Aim and Ignite*

The Format; She Doesn’t Get It; Dog Problems

The Grates; Milk Eyes; Teeth Lost, Hearts Won*

Paramore; Misery Business; Riot!

Motion City Soundtrack; Feel Like Rain; Commit This To Memory

Andrew Bird; Fitz and the Dizzyspells; Nobel Beast

Sufjan Stevens; The Avalanche; The Avalanche

Tegan and Sara; Arrow; Sainthood Sarah’s pick

The Authors; Hesitation; Everything Around Me

Stars of Track and Field; Peeling Away; A Time for Lions

The Asteroids Galaxy Tour; Around The Bend; Fruit

Beck; Gamma Ray; Modern Guilt

The Dandy Warhols; We Used To Be Friends; Welcome To The Monkey House

Turbo Fruits; Mama’s Mad Cos I Fried My Brain; Echo Kid Stacy’s pick

Arctic Monkeys; Cornerstone; Cornerstone [EP]*

Band of Horses; Our Swords; Everything All The Time (thanks for listening, Jamie!)

The Love Language; Lalita; The Love Language (Thanks for listening!)

The Temper Trap; Sweet Disposition; Conditions*

TV on the Radio; Golden Age; Dear Science

The Gossip; Dimestore Diamond; Music for Men*

The Almost; Lonely Wheel; Monster Monster*

White Rabbits; Percussion Gun; It’s Frightening

AFI; Too Shy To Scream; Crash Love

Run- Hillsong

Endlessly- Desperation Band

Oceans From the Rain- Seventh Day Slumber

I Heard The Bells on Christmas Day- Casting Crowns

Great is the Lord- Elevation Worship

All Creation Sing
King of Glory
Center
It is You
Cannons

Lyrics and chords for all these and more can be found here.

Heroclix is gone, right. Wrong. Topp’s, who owned Wizkids, who manufactured heroclix, decided to shut down their Wizkids division. Thus no more Heroclix.

To make a long story short, a company called NECA has bought the rights and are rumored to be releasing the set called Hammer of Thor before the end of the year. Everything I have seen and read says it’s release date will be in November. At recent conventions, they have even been selling Thor’s Mighty Chariot, a limited edition fig from the Hammer of Thor set.

I still have heroclix available in my store, and as soon as Hammer of Thor releases I will be carrying singles of it as well. Until then, check out the Hammer of Thor Set List below.

Buy singles at my Store when the set releases.

Buy Heroclix Here

Common
#001 Bug
#002 Kingpin
#003 Asgardian Warrior
#004 Valkyrie
#005 Hand Ninja
#006 Rock Troll
#007 Jimmy Woo
#008 Fire Demon
#009 Pip the Troll
#010 Malekith
#011 Marvel Boy
#012 Enchantress
#013 Thor
#014 Bi-Beast
#015 Phalanx Soldier
#016 M-11

Uncommon
#017 Balder
#018 Fandral
#019 Chase Stein
#020 Karnilla
#021 Ulik
#022 Moonstone
#023 Beta Ray Bill
#024 Namora
#025 Starlord
#026 Pluto
#027 Moondragon
#028 Rocket Raccoon
#029 Gorilla Man
#030 Owl
#031 Ronan the Accuser
#032 Daredevil

Rare
#033 Sif
#034 Hogun
#035 Loki
#036 Heimdall
#037 Songbird
#038 Venom
#039 Surtur
#040 Captain America
#041 Molly Hayes
#042 Phyla-Vell
#043 Penance
#044 Airwalker
#045 Karolina Dean
#046 Fenris
#047 Nico Minoru
#048 Spider-Man

Super Rare
#049 Ultron
#050 Hela
#051 Odin
#052 Venus
#053 Seth
#054 Loki
#055 Valkyrie
#056 Destroyer
#057 Thor and Loki
#058 Gertrude Yorkes and Old Lace
#059 Volstagg
#060 Kurse

Lee Geurts

Aka Lee Speakin

http://stores.shop.ebay.com/Lees-Clix-Comix-and-Games

AM
1. Invitacion Ftn.
2. His Banner Over Me
3. Father of Lights
scripture
4. Shout to the North
communion
5. I Come O Savior to Thy Table
6. He Leadeth Me
sermon
7. I Have Decided to Follow Jesus

PM
1. Invitacion Ftn.
2. His Banner Over Me
3. Father of Lights
scripture
4. Shout to the North
communion
5. I Come O Savior to Thy Table
6. He Leadeth Me
break
7. The Stomper
sermon
8. I Have Decided to Follow Jesus

AM
1. Jesus Be the Centre
2. Water
3. Those Who Trust
scripture
4. Mighty to Save
communion
5. Nothing Without You
6. Throne of Grace
sermon
7. How Deep the Father’s Love for Us, with tag from O Come, O Come Emmanuel

PM
1. Jesus Be the Centre
2. Water
3. In Christ Alone
scripture
4. Mighty to Save
communion
5. Nothing Without You
6. Throne of Grace
break
7. Those Who Trust
sermon
8. How Deep the Father’s Love for Us, with tag from O Come, O Come Emmanuel

AM
1. Louder Than the Trees
2. Face of Christ
3. Nothing Without You
scripture
4. Finally I Surrender
communion
5. Knowing You
6. Beautiful Scandalous Night
sermon
7. Mighty to Save

PM
1. Louder Than the Trees
2. Face of Christ
3. Nothing Without You
scripture
4. Finally I Surrender
communion
5. Knowing You
6. Beautiful Scandalous Night
break
7. Lowest Place
sermon
8. Mighty to Save

Photo via ICT Mag

Phish at the Garden is tough to beat.  20,000 kids piled into the arena last night (12/2) and were treated with two rollicking sets of rock, bluegrass, extended jams, ballads and covers…everything I’ve come to expect from the band.  The sound was crystal clear, despite Trey Anastasio’s eternal desire to make sure his guitar is mixed louder than any other instrument.  Page McConnell’s piano was allowed to shine however on two of the night’s highlights, a funky jam on ‘Wolfman’s Brother’ and a big throwdown on ‘Suzy Greenberg’.  The crowd was ravenous both for the music and the weed as clouds of ganga smoke and roaring cheers filled the room all night long.  The energy in the room was intense and security was pleasantly lax as the aisles were full of dancing hippies-come-lately.

Set list after the jump.  Two more shows to follow tonight and tomorrow night.  Tickets are sold out but there were a bunch of people selling outside the building (both the traditional NYC scalpers and fans).

Phish, 12/2/09 Madison Square Garden, New York, NY

SET ONE

AC/DC Bag (7:49)

Chalk Dust Torture (9:11)

Wolfman’s Brother (9:46)

NICU (4:59)

Ocelot (10:52)

Brian and Robert (3:26)

Poor Heart (2:24)

Sample in a Jar (5:16)

Peaches En Regalia (3:19)

The Divided Sky (15:08)

Cavern (4:59)

SET TWO

Golgi Apparatus (5:02)

Light (16:53)

Slave to the Traffic Light (9:10)

Tweezer (10:55)

Joy (5:07)

Sparkle (3:57)

Harry Hood (12:15)

Wading in the Velvet Sea (5:31)

Suzy Greenberg (6:11)

Run Like an Antelope (10:11)

ENCORE

A Day in the Life (4:30)

Tweezer Reprise (4:03)

* First Peaches En Regalia since 9/24/99 Austin, TX

On Sunday I am serving as the worship leader at State College E-Free Church. The sermon will be derived from John 11, which contains the account of the death and resurrection of Lazarus. As I put together the set list for this week I was thinking about the season of advent we are in and the expectation of the birth of Jesus (or the expectation of celebrating His birth) as well as the power Jesus has over death (a thought stimulated by the John 11 passage). Here is the set list that resulted:

Prelude: (E) Come Thou Long-Expected Jesus – Charles Wesley

Following this song there will be an advent reading and the lighting of the first two advent candles, so I thought it was appropriate to use an advent-themed song as a prelude. This is one of my favorite songs for the advent season, I play it frequently on my own time in December. The music is a lilting 3/4 mosey of goodness, accompanied by poignant lyrics.

Song #1: (G) Jesus Messiah – Chris Tomlin, Daniel Carson, Ed Cash, & Jesse Reeves

This song moves us from the theme of advent to the the Gospel. Expectation is realized, Jesus performs His redemptive work on the cross, and we honor Him for it. The second verse of this song speaks of the body of Christ being bread and His blood being wine, a reference to communion, which will be taking place later that morning. I really like the lyrical content of this song. The last time I coordinated a set i used it, and I’m sure I will use it many more times in the future.

Song #2: (E) Sing to the King – Billy Foote & Charles Silvester Horne

This song reaffirms Christ’s victory and the fact that we are His.

Song #3: (A) Mighty to Save – Reuben Morgan & Ben Fielding

Here we focus on our need for compassion, mercy, and the work of the Holy Spirit. We celebrate that our God is the Author of salvation and mighty to save. He has defeated death and the grave. In response to this we urge each other to be lights that brings glory to Jesus in the world around us.

Closing Song: (A) Jesus Paid It All – Elvina Hall & Alex Nafong

In the John 11 passage we reflect on Jesus restoring life. This song talks about Jesus being our hope for life, culminating with “Oh praise the One Who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead!” That’s a good note to end the service on.

Before the closing song there will be a time of communion. As the coordinator I am responsible for providing the musical background. I’m still trying to decide what to do. What are your opinions on background music during communion? Live music vs CDs? Instrumental music vs music with lyrics?  Music vs silence?

My inclination is toward silence. I like minimal distractions. Yet I suspect most people prefer some sort of music in the background. Feel free to fire away, opinions welcome.

Here is Our King
Hungry
Overwhelm Me
All Creation Sing

Chords and Lyrics for these songs and more can be found here.