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Reading the Houston Press
BlogBack when i was growing up The houston Press was a shrunk down little quarter-size newspaper that had the events of the day (at Fitzgerald’s or Zelda’s, generally), reviews (where I first got the prompting to buy the incredible Dummy by Portishead), and adds for “theraputic massage.”
While visiting recently I picked up another issue to see how things had progressed in the intevening decade or so. On page 72 of the August 4th edition, D.X. Ferris reviews a 90’s boxed set and makes the following evaluation.
Pantera, “Walk”
Significance: Pantera kept metal alive when Metallica was writing bad ballads and following them with sequels
**Good or Bad:**Pantera friggin’ rules, dude. Dimebag, RIP.
I will now type the air-guitar athem that is my favorite Pantera song: “Respect.”
(duh duh da da da)
RE!
SPECT!
WALK!
(duh duh)
What did you say?!
RE!
SPECT!
WALK!
(duh duh)
ARE YOU TALKIN’ TO ME?!
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?!
(duh duh da da da)
On the topic of Pantera in the nineties, one fit for public consumption, the other in the “read more” section.
- Beavis talking a la a father to his surly teenage son, Pantera.
Pantera, go mow the lawn! & Pantera, this beer is warm, get me another! & treat you step-mother with respect Pantera! Oh, what is that a tear Pantera? Is my little girl upset?
- I was at this, uhm, venue where ladies display dancing prowess on an elevated stage for denominations of legal tender and the “featured” dancer that evening was an amazing athlete. I was astounded. There were two poles. She sinewously strode towards the first and grabbed it with both hands about a hand width from the ceiling.
She then kicked one heeled foot while swinging on the pole, wrapped her ankles on a parallel pole. Thus her legs were wrapped around one pole, with hands around the other, holding herself parallel to the ground. Then came the line
“RE!” as grunted by Pantera’s Phil Anselmo
and she slid down about 2 feet on the poles
as “SPECT!” was growled she stopped and hung there.
She tossed her head back and looked into the audience and mouthed along with “Are you talkin’ to me?!”.