Another MySpace message from Tony Foresta

Saturday 29 May, 2010 2:42PM
From: Tony Foresta online now!
Subject: RE: Here's what YOU need to do



i'm gonna marry paul gray's bitch and be that baby's step daddy and i'm gonna raise him pretty much just listening to municipal waste and grow into a big strong macho man to make you his bitch in prison. i'm going to make you wish you were never born, you fucked with the wrong person, that you will see for yourself. see, you've been telling me about all the things you've done to me, but what i have in store for you is a secret. you better watch your back BUDDY

i'm going to make you drown in your own blood!





Tony "Cock-smoker" Foresta

Tony Foresta showing cracks!

The war of words between yours truly and resident douchebag Foresta has started to cool as of today and is beginning to sound more like a plea for help, or at the very least, waving the white flag in surrender. But why should I stop speaking out against untalented, good-for-nothing, ne'er-do-wells like Foresta, who dig themselves into a grave and wonder why they get shit on.

For those of you who weren't aware of the story the first time, which I posted already, just hours after the announcement of Slipknot bassist Paul Gray's passing, Foresta referred to Gray as "that FAG from Slipknot" and went on to say "who cares!" to yours truly in a MySpace message. In the end, Foresta acted very unprofessionally and needs to man up and accept his mistakes.


On that note, here's the latest message from Foresta via MySpace to yours truly just this morning:





Tony "the Butt-Pirate" Foresta



"just please stop spreadin this shit about me, all i said was slipknot sucks and that he was the FAG who played in the band and who cares since they suck, i never said i was glad he was dead, but i'll be glad when you're dead. here's what you need to do:

1) stop spreading stuff about me

2) just meet me in person and fight one on one, i'll rip your hideous nasty face off and then i'm gonna fuck your mother. i will bet that next time we're in your area that you pussy out and never show up... you're way too big of a wuss to just finally fight me again so you'll never show up. i'd be really surprised if you did. come fight, i will rip you to shreds. you're a towelhead and a schmuck.

-- big bad Tone"


My only response..... HAHAHAHAHA! Seriously, people, I couldn't write better drama or dialogue than this, and I'm quite the talented screenwriter myself.

But let me leave this to Foresta and anyone else who reads this to think about. There is a little girl on her way to being born into this cruel and wretched world, and she won't have a father to welcome her and protect her from it. Someone's son, husband, and father is gone and will never come back!

Think about that before you start casting stones at people!

Paul Gray Interview Unmasked

I never got a chance to meet him, but I always heard he was a decent guy. This candid video shows him unmasked and real. At 6:35, it shows just what kind of a guy he was and what the fans meant to him. RIP, Paul Gray!

Me vs. Tony Foresta: THE FEUD BEGINS!

If there was ever a bigger douchebag in the world of metal, his name would have to be Tony Foresta, a sloppy, smelly, untalented, insecure, pathetic and weak human being who fronts a lame retro-thrash band called "Municipal Waste-of-Time". When you watch this band perform, you can see every band that they've ripped off from the past. Everything from crossover heroes DRI and Suicidal Tendencies to thrash titans Exodus, Testament, and the Big Four. Whenever you go to a MW show, there is always the hint of the foulest BO, sweat, stank breath, and ham sandwich in the air, enough to make you gag and dry-heave. Foresta is more than willing to eat up your vomit, too.







Tony "the Butt-Pirate" Foresta




At the Fontana's show this past Saturday, Foresta tried every trick in the book to get under my skin. From putting on my black fedora to trying to kiss me on the lips - yes, apparently Foresta swings that way, as well, to which I responded with a swift smack across the head and face, and ample amounts of my venom (actually, spit) - the greasy doucher tried in vain to piss me off. The clincher was when after the show, the midget twerp had the nerve to knock my Corona out of my hand and walk away like a chump. Mind you, he wasn't so brave and bold when he was alone!







The fugly Tony "the Butt-Pirate" Foresta



I went outside to confront him and like a typical rat trapped in a corner, he has his friends fight for him. Long story short, I fought with five or so sweaty, stinky, ugly bastards, who have to suck on Foresta's Hep-C infested cock just to get into shows, and I was taken down but never out. The twerp hides himself in Fontana's until I go away because he's not man enough and doesn't have the balls to fight me.







"Dick is okay by me! Cum is good for the skin!"




Here are a few of the messages the dumb bastard left on my MySpace page:


Message #1 (Insecurity rears its ugly head; in Foresta's case, its ugly face):


Since I am the king, and my band is the greatest metal band of all time, I never have to fight my own battles, I'll always have friends and body guards to destroy people like YOU! HOWEVER... next time I am going to personally rip your ugly face off so I dare you to go to any of our shows again. Thats right I invite you because next time I am going to destroy you!!!!!!! I WANT TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF


Message #2 (Oooooo! A threat!)


i'm going to slit your fucking throat!!!!!


Message #3 (boring!)


municipal waste is gonna destroy you!



Message #4 (after admitting that his band is bigger than his current label and should be at a better label):


then we'll just find an even bigger label to get on. they're not going to listen to you and are not going to believe you.

was it you who made this page:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Municipal-Waste-sucks-balls/114228221944905
i'll be taking YOU to court for that mother fucker!!!!!!!!!!

municipal waste is the best thrash band of all time and we are going to rip your face off on stage and put your head on a stick and all our thousands of fans will annihilate your corpse!

your mom is a cunt and i fuck that cunt for a penny!

- tony


Message #5 (He gives up, but still shows much insecurity and inadequacy, and goes into childish name-calling again):


i've had enough, you are a fucking dead man, i'll make sure your acting career is over, you think i don't have connections? i'll make sure you never get into sag, aftra, etc...

i'm a big famous singer, i've been in metal magazines, i've toured europe, australia, you're just a background extra actor and a complete loser and i laugh at you! next time MW is in new york, or any state where you're willing to drive to, i'm ready to fight, this time one on one, no friends fighting my battles, because i know i can punch your retarded looking face in. you're such a fag!

MUNICIPAL WASTE IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS

and i don't believe you for one second that the anti-mw facebook page isn't you, bullshit.

you're a fag, fuck off


Message #6 (Delusions of grandeur):


well if it was me who died it would be a lot huger world wide news than dio and then all MW fans would find out about you and kick your ass for me vengence


Message #7 (Slamming the recently-deceased Paul Gray of Slipknot):


Stop mentioning Paul Gray, i just googled him and it's the fag from slipknot!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!? YOU JUST CALLED ME GAY, OBVIOUSLY YOURE THE ONE WHO'S GAY IF YOU THINK SHITTY NU METAL IS GOOD


END OF MESSAGES


Such a sad state of affairs when we have losers like this kid talking smack about a deceased and respected musician in the metal community. I hope Earache can wake and realize that they have a potential psychopath in their ranks and quickly dump him in a psych ward - PRONTO!


If you hate Municipal Waste, as much as others do, please visit:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Municipal-Waste-sucks-balls/114228221944905
Your support is greatly appreciated!

Ronnie James Dio: 7/10/42 - 5/16/10

Admittedly, I was never a huge Dio fan in terms of his music. I was never big into songs about wizards, demons, children of higher power, etc., and power metal squealings can be quite tiresome after a while. I don't own any of his solo records, or his work with Elf or Rainbow, just the post-Ozzy Sabbath records and the latest Heaven & Hell album, 2009's The Devil You Know. I don't claim to be an expert on Dio and won't pretend to be. I can only say that Ronnie James Dio, born Ronald James Padanova, was a little man with an epic voice and, from what I've read from those who knew him well, he had a heart and spirit that matched that epic voice.

I never got a chance to meet Dio or see him performing live. I never got to shake his hand, or take a photo with him, or even ask him questions about life and its absurdities. The man who, as Chris Jericho smugly called him "the guy who looks like Carla from Cheers," was a gentleman in a business run by assholes. While most bands have been at it for only a few short years, such as Lamb of God and Mastodon, are miserable and embittered scumbags, Dio was a consummate professional with over 50 years under his belt and was always known to be supportive to everyone who met him. I only wish that I could have thanked him, not so much for his music but for his humanity.

No one can ever say it was harder except Dio, and very few have shown humility and respect the way he has to newcomers. We should never forget his great gift as a performer, and his warmth and compassion for his peers. We may have lost a great singer on Earth, but Heaven just got itself another fantastic addition to that "Great Big Metal Band in the Sky."

R.I.P. Ronnie. These horns are for you! \m/ \m/







Ronnie James Dio (1942-2010)

Phil and Kirk: A KISS BETWEEN "BROS"?

Frankly, I'm speechless.... but in a good way! In light of many working class heroes and "rock gods" in the metal community coming out and being proud of their gayness, such as Priest's Rob Halford, who still maintain a devout following even among the heavily homophobic salad-tossers in the community, it's good to see that the long-winded ramblings and chest-pounding machoness of Phil Anselmo have fallen by the wayside and can show man-to-man love with the equally grizzly Kirk Windstein, his bandmate and brother in Down.





Adding more fuel to the fire to Phil Anselmo and his certain "ways" such as showing off his cock to many of his predominantly male friends and allowing many to comment, Kirk included, on the size, length, and girth to Anselmo schlonger. Regardless, it gives pause to anyone who would never expect these two to lock lips, for whatever the reason may be. Is this for shock value, a la Metallica's Kirk Hammett and Lars Ulrich's infamous 1996 "tonguing" kiss? Or is it a simple case of "bro-love" among buddies who have known each other since they were kids, which to me sounds like something from out of BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN. Hell, they could have been drunk and playing "Truth or Dare" for all we know.






Regardless, if this chips away at the pathetic and tired homophobia that is still running rampant in the country, and metal is slowly embracing gays into the fold, then I'm all for it! Kirk and Phil, thank you for taking that brave first step! Have a ball and don't forget to glove it up! \m/

Jerry Montano: SCREWED OVER!

How much of a piece of trash is Vinnie Paul Abbott? Well, ask Jerry Montano, who knows it all too well. It's an old subject that begs to be repeated here. Back in 2007, the metal/hard rock supergroup know as HELLYEAH - still, quite possibly the dumbest, lamest, and just plain STUPID name given to any band - released an album called.... wait for it..... HELLYEAH! and the world of southern-comfort rock was born.





Along the way something happened, and rumors and speculation concerning Montano's dismissal from the band ignited a firestorm of gossip. One report is that he threatened to shoot everyone at the Vinnie Paul's dive bar/strip club, The Clubhouse, which mirrored the same fate as Abbott's deceased brother Dimebag Darrell only a couple years before. Other reports say that it was a fight between him and former Nothingface bandmate Tom Maxwell, and then another altercation with Sterling Winfield, who mixed and produced albums in the past for Pantera and recently for HELLYEAH. But the truth, at least according to Montano, was something far more conniving and ruthless on the part of Vinnie Paul.








Getting drunk with Montano


Apparently, the bloated drummer wanted Damageplan bassist Bob "Zilla" Kakaha to join the band and forcing Montano out after a squabble between Montano's lady-friend and another female patron. Seizing the perfect opportunity to let the former bassist go, the spin was that it was all Montano's fault for being drunk, violent and too belligerent to continue working with. Montano was out and Kakaha was in. I met up with Montano a couple weeks ago at a New York bar and the dude seemed nice enough and quite non-threatening, even if he'll accept your drinks without offering you one... and I tend to question his choice of friends, among those being a little troll by the name of Jeremy who seems to follow him everywhere and possibly licks Montano's nuts. But Montano's confession to me suggests and even parallels the exact sae thing told to me by Rita Haney-Abbott, aka Dimebag's Hag, back in 2008.








So drunk I can barely walk w/ Montano



Vinnie Paul is a ruthless, greedy douchebag and he is willing to backstab and buttfuck his bandmates should the convenience arise. Shame on Vinnie Paul! To paraphrase what I told Cantrell at the AIC show, it should have been Vinnie Paul instead of Dimebag! But for all we know, Montano is perhaps the one who is lying and probably deserved to get sacked. I did have a couple drinks and for a moment he opened up to me, seemingly good-natured and honest. He doesn't have time for such petty bickering and, through and through, is a perfect gentleman. At the moment, he's hard at work on something called "Down and Dirty," and whether it elevates him beyond the status and metal/rock rank of HELLYEAH is anyone's guess, but I can assure you one thing, it can't be any worse than "Stampede" and that god-awful album cover! WHEW!

The few, the proud, THE ELITE! (Or: When Chimaira is asleep!)

Your first glimpse into the future - The Elite! GET SOME, BOYS!




(From Left to right) Mike Drury, TJ Frost, Rob Arnold, and Austin D'Amond.

Mike Inez: MARRIED MAN!

Congratulations go to the always-humble and very classy Mr. Mike Inez who married his fiancee and long girlfriend Sydney Kelly recently. Despite being in a band with a girly-looking, arrogant, blond-haired jackass with an overinflated ego who will always live in the shadow of his deceased singer, and a snitch of a drummer, the always-respected and respectful Mr. Inez still finds a way to go the distance and treat his fans like family. May you and your new bride find the happiness you so richly deserve. Congrats, Cuz!




Inez, with new bride Kelly, and Matt Sorum (or possibly Melissa Ethridge).

Blood of the MASTODON?

We all know Brent Hinds is a weird guy. But nothing can be weirder that his recent actions at shows of late which showed the hairy co-frontman/co-guitarist ating more erratic and showing signs that perhaps the pressure is getting to him. On top of Bill Kelliher getting sidetracked due to pancreatitis, and having an all-around douchebag like Troy Sanders around, it's likely that Mastodon may in fact be crumbling and tearing at the seams. Trouble in paradise, no doubt.

Here's an eyewitness account of Hinds's actions at this past weekend's show in Oakland that has some people wondering about Hinds and his state of mental health.




“Brent seemed off from the beginning, staggering a bit and not stepping up to sing his lines. I’m pretty sure he damn near collapsed at least once. Troy once ran to the mic, nearly pushing Brent over, in an effort to sing Brent’s lines. Brent continued to throw in wild solos where there should be words, throwing his guitar around and running off stage. While there seemed to be major technical issues, mostly with his monitor from what I could tell, he became less and less involved in the performance to the point where he even stopped playing and simply yelled in to the mic something around the lines of ‘I love heavy metal…..No I don’t.’ Even more telling, he managed to screw up the intro to a song (that I can’t remember right now) to the point where Brann was looking through his cymbals in hopes of figuring out what was happening. He eventually completely lost his composure, throwing down a mic stand and storming off stage.

After roughly a 20 minute delay consisting of the keyboard player playing the same three notes for 10 minutes, and then realizing issues and perhaps showing more professionalism than I thought possible for a stand-in, started changing things up, trying different chords and rhythms, anything to try to keep the crowd from losing their interest completely. The band finally re-took the stake, sans Brent, thanked the audience for being there, and asked if we wanted one more. Bringing out another mic stand, Bill sang backups to ”Blood and Thunder” and gracefully let the show die out into the night with no trace of Brent.”

Overkill w/ Vader, God Dethroned, Warbringer, Evile, and Woe of Tyrants @ Nokia - 5/1/10

You'd think that after years of being an "almost, but never quite there" metal band that they would have given it all up and called it a day. But the remaining Overkill members Bobby "Blitz" Ellsworth and D.D. Verni don't know when to quit, and why should they? Do we really want to leave the legacy of thrash metal into the hands of junior leaguers like the other bands on the bill?

I mean, bands like Warbringer and Evile fit into a specific niche that is neither progressive or viable. All they serve is a throwback to the good ol' days. But what irritates me is the fact that these kids weren't even alive when this shit was hot! It comes off very second-hand. I watched Warbringer go from little pups opening at small clubs like BB King to suddenly becoming every metal band's de facto new wave thrashers. And while they have skill, they just don't go for the brass ring. At least frontman John Kevill doesn't childishly scream out "Hail Satanas!" anymore. God, that was lame!

Evile are a nice bunch of limey chaps, but much like Warbringer, their music serves no purpose but instill a sense of nostalgia from a time they knew nothing about. Again, second-handed! But the crowd digs them and I guess they have a place in metal, but it won't be on my iPod unless I hear something new and exciting. Till then, I won't hold my breath.

I didn't see Woe of Tyrants, but the name just screams "amateur" and is an obvious opening act. Judging from the people I asked at the show, apparently I didn't miss a thing. God Dethroned were decent, but no big thrills here. And Vader had their flashes of brilliance here and there, but they couldn't make me stop texting on my iPhone long enough to absorb their set. It happens!

And Overkill! For a bunch of old warhorses like these guys, who have been together since the year I was born, I was quite impressed! They played early stuff like my favorite "Hello from the Gutter" to newer tracks like "Bring Me the Night" and "Ironbound" to the closer "Fuck You". I didn't care to look at Bobby Ellsworth shirtless and bony, skipping about like Robert Plant, but he had thenright attitude and spirit to make it fun while the little metalheads douchers were crushing each other in the pits. I think the old hens in Overkill have a couple more years left in them before they get sent to the glue factory.

All this and a bomb threat in Times Square afterwards! A chaotic night with (very) old thrash meets younger and regurgitated thrash. However, I would have liked it for Ellsworth and Verni to leave the family and the attitude (at least in Verni's case) at be civil to fans. I came close to putting him in his place in front of his wife and daughter, but acquiesed. This was most certainly a much better gathering than watching Chris Jericho posing like a rock god and that novelty act he calls a band.... what was their name again? Faggy?


Show Grade: B





Evile





Warbringer





Vader





Yours truly and Bobby Ellsworth (Overkill)





Yours truly and D.D. Verni (Overkill)