Dr. Strange Records
Producer: Jerry Finn
Billy Ledges – vocals
Joey Kelly – guitar
Ron Ray – bass guitar
Mike Sosa – drums
1. Court Jester 2:22
2. Facing the Crowd 3:04
3. Hollywood Vampires 2:56
4. One Tin Soldier 3:25
5. Frightened Again 3:25
6. I’m a Monster 2:23
7. Real Horror Show 3:05
8. Sex & Violence 2:29
9. Calling out 4:26
10. Talk to Me 3:08
11. Praying for a New Day 3:04
12. Right Time 3:46
13. Animal Riot 4:11
14. The Night Is Ours Forever 4:37
15. Laughing 4:31
16. Watch Me Run 3:04
17. The Joke’s on You 2:47
18. Second Chances 3:35
19. Right Is Right 3:29
20. This Is Life 2:41
21. Mother’s Little Helper
22. Second Chances 4:07
23. Twist of Fate 5:49
Reissues collects Mad Parade’s self-titled Debut album, and their second album A Thousand Words, plus Two EP’s; Right Is Right and Second Chances.
Orange County’s Mad Parade has been around for twenty plus years, but has never made it big time past Los Angeles like so many of their L.A. neighbors, Agent Orange, Channel Three, and Social Distortion.
I love their choice of covers, One Tin Soldier from the Billy Jack films, a Rolling Stones song, and a Joni Mitchell song. Not your typical L.A. hardcore band.
Singer Billy Ledges shifts styles a few times over the course of this comp. Songs like Hollywood Vampires remind me of Symbol Six’s first EP, and then when you get to the midway point of the album you hear a heavy TSOL Beneath the Shadows vibe.
Joey Kelly’s guitar riffs are slick as he mixes a British punk guitar sound with L.A. street punk.
The comp also features two singles from 1986; this twenty-three-track collection offers a fascinating look into its career.
If you don’t own it, give it a listen.
Rating: ** * two out of three stars.
On to the story . . .
Fifteen or sixteen years ago I was seeing a girl that was working at a start-up Internet provider. It was a fairly small company, scattered over a couple of different buildings.
In 1995, when I first met her I thought she was a genius, because I knew nothing about the Internet, and here she was explaining IP addresses to me.
About six months after I met her, the company bought this newly constructed monster-sized building. Before they moved to their new quarters, they threw a big Christmas bash there. All through the night all the drunken executives kept telling me that I had a job waiting for me, “Come on in on Monday, here’s my card.” When I showed up a week later, no one remembered me.
At the time I was working a midnight shift a copy place, and every once in a while I would pop up, and help her input orders. I had been doing this on, and off for a month or so with the understanding that I would be paid. Well, one day one of the supervisors came around, and I asked him about the pay, and explained how many hours I had worked, etc.
He said he’d look into it for me. Then a week later he came by to tell me “sorry” I wouldn’t be getting paid.
It turns out the founder of the company was a serious member of a certain “religion,” and everything done in that company had to follow the methods of this religion.
So, I was declined payment for work I had done because I hadn’t followed “their” procedure, despite the fact that I had nothing to do with that religion.
I was supposed to approach them, and say ‘I want to work,” they’d ask why, I’d explain what needed to be done, the benefit, and explain what my payment should be. Then if they agreed, I would be paid. But since I never sat down with them, I received a big fat nothing.
I knew next to nothing about this religion (which will go unnamed here). Shortly after this my girlfriend mentioned that one of the higher-up’s in the church used to be the hiring manager at the company. And I guess he was a bit too friendly with the women, and since there was a committee that decides the fate of those who mess-up on the job, and in the church, this hiring manager was too high up the ladder to be disciplined. So, after many complaints he was moved to one of the church’s regional offices.
My girlfriend told me that when she was 19 or 20, and came to interview with the company, I guess this hiring manager said she “seemed right for the job,” but as he was busy that afternoon, she would have to come with him to finish the interview at Office Depot, and help him pick items to decorate his office.
I was blown away. I couldn’t figure why she would go along with that. No alarms went off in her head?!
Anyway, I brushed all of this under the carpet, and never did any additional work at that place again.
Then about six months later, my girlfriend receives a call from the former hiring manager. He says that he has been thinking about some of the girls there, and wanted to meet up for lunch.
She was startled. She explained that she appreciated the call, but she was involved with someone, and she couldn’t. He told her which regional office he worked at, and to call him if she changed her mind.
A couple of days later she mentioned this to me, and needless to say I handled it like any other hot-heated jealous boyfriend would . . . I spazzed.
What’s bad about this is that later that same afternoon we passed by the regional office where this former hiring manager was working. I wouldn’t have noticed it if my girlfriend didn’t do that nervous glance. I saw her look out the window three or four times real quick, then I looked over to see what she was doing, and sure enough, there it was the office.
So, at the next stoplight I stepped out of the car, and told her to go home. She flipped, “What are you going to do?” Then the bombshell, “His Wife works there, you’ll embarrass her.”
I walked in the place asked to speak to the former hiring manager. A couple of guys looked around real nervous-like, and said he didn’t work there.
So, I said “bullshit,” and launched into a tirade, yelling about the girls he harassed at the Internet Company, and the recent call he placed to my girlfriend at work.
Some guy comes forward, not sure if this is ‘the guy,” or security, so I’m ready to pounce, the guy says that the former hiring manager works there, but he’s not in today. And that he knows him well, and he would never do the things I’ve described. At the point I’m fuming, so I flip the desk this guy is sitting at.
So, I ask again, where is the former hiring manager? Two or three people all chime in, and say he’s not there. I flip another desk. Ask again, same answer, and then someone says the cops are on the way, I yell something like “I’ll be back for him!” This was B.S. because I didn’t know what city I was in, so the chances of getting back there were slim to none.
I run outside, start heading down the street, pass a driveway, and I hear a horn honk. My girlfriend waited for me two blocks away. How nice.
So, here I think my Incredible Hulk antics changed things, I was wrong. The next workday this hiring manager calls up my girlfriend, and asking her why she sent some maniac to his work. She said it wasn’t her, and it could be one of dozens of girls he came onto. He said “not this time, you’re the only one I’ve called recently.”
She stuck to her story, “I didn’t send anyone.” Then he told her that his Wife was in the office that day, and she threatened divorce, but he wasn’t worried because the committee wouldn’t approve it, and he will deny everything.
He explained that he had to appear before some kind of council that week to answer question in regards to me tearing up their office, and what he might have done to invoke such rage in someone.
He wasn’t worried, just another formality. I never went back, and six months later me, and my girlfriend split-up anyway.
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