A couple of us bloclanders were pumped up for Yob this Friday but that’s not important right now. Mike Scheidt, Yob mainman, all-around great guy, and shamanic bringer of cosmic doom, had emergency surgery for diverticulitis that nearly cost him his life. Apparently, he was within hours of death. And you can help. No one, I mean NO ONE, should have to pay a goddamn dime for proper health care. While he does have insurance, costs add up in the form of outrageous deductibles, prescriptions etc. As well as lost wages from a DAY JOB THAT HE SHOULD NOT NEED. Fuck that. When you bring joy to people through your music, you’ve done your part.
Donate to his GoFundMe page here (which he never asked for btw)
A short personal anecdote: I met this beautiful man before a Yob show at Le Poisson Rouge in NYC a few years ago. I thanked him for coming all the way from Portland, had a quick exchange about music, and then stood over by the bar to watch him in action (and drink. I always drink). He just stood there, right by the door, and greeted every single person who entered with a smile and a hug or a handshake. The smile never left his face. By the time his band of merry doomsters took the stage, the entire place was engulfed by an overwhelming feeling of positivity. Every monolithic riff was punctuated by organic displays of enthusiasm – double-fisted air punches – and the crowd responded in kind; hair was flying, heads were banging, and the wall-to-wall smiles remained throughout. My face hurt after this show. If this sounds antithetical because metal, it isn’t. Trust me.
And listen to “Marrow”, one of the most beautiful doom songs ever written. All 19 minutes.
People who understand DOOM don’t blink an eye at song lengths.