Tribe 8

To get things started again, here is one from Tribe 8. Hailing from San Francisco. Considered one of the first queercore groups. This one is taken from the second issue. A fitting interview for all the current LGBT legislation that has been going on lately. 

Tribe 8 is a crazed band hailing from San Francisco. They are currently on Alternative Tentacles and can be picked up at any record store worth visiting. Tribe 8 played Gibsons a few months ago and after the set headed over to Smaula Paulas house to hang out with a few answers for the MOISST.

And....We're Back

Damn, I've been neglecting this site for almost a year. It's time that I get off my ass and get this thing rolling again. There is still plenty left to post, I've just scratched the surface. I've got a whole lot more interviews, stories, articles and reviews that have not seen the light of day in years. Check back soon.

Saint James Infirmary

Here is a more obscure one. From Oakland, CA, Saint James Infirmary.
Cracks me up that to this day, St. James' official biography on the
Alternative Tentacles website actually quotes one of our reviews.

MOISST:  I know that the tour will be over pretty soon.  What do you think you’ll be doing with the band afterwards?

SCOTT:  Nothing is definite yet but I guess we will put some time into new material, work on the band and work towards the next logical progression.  We are talking to a few people right now like we have been talking to John at Alternative Tentacles and he seems real interested in continuing to release our music.

A Letter To You Mr. Fucking Editor - Poetry by Uncle Kenny

The mad rantings of Moisst's favorite Uncle.
Original poem by Uncle Kenny. Taken from Issue Two.

A LETTER TO YOU MR. FUCKING EDITOR

WHO IS THIS VULTURE ON MY BACK
PRESSING DEADLINES
LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT
I SAY SHUT YOUR FUCKING HOLE
“IT’S ALL IN HERE!”
TAPPING MY FOREHEAD

OH YOU AGAIN
OFF MY BACK
YOU FUCKING FEIND
TAKE YOUR CD REVIEWS AND DIE
MY LIFE DOES NOT REVOLVE
AROUND YOUR GOD DAMNEDNEEDS!!!
BUGGER OFF
OR I’LL BITCH SLAP YOU
AND I’LL BITCH SLAP JACK SCHITT TOO.

The American Dream - Poetry by Uncle Kenny

The mad rantings of Moisst's favorite Uncle.
Original poem by Uncle Kenny. Taken from Issue Two.

THE AMERICAN DREAM

Is this what you asked for?
Working your ass off for someone else’s dream?
You have the “American Dream” in return and aren’t you lucky.
How does your ass feel?
Sitting on that couch, or maybe having that big black dog bite it.
Biting your ass!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is this what you dreamed of as a child?
Thought of as “cool” as an adolescent?
Maybe you should just accept God.
That will make your pathetic life acceptable, tolerable, and bearable.
Are you tired everyday?
Worn out like an old trail horse or a business man.
Shame on you, for lying to yourself for suppressing that voice inside.
That screamed for freedom, for adventure, for eternal youth.
Do what your expected and shut your fucking mouth.
You no longer posses strength or beauty.
Your average, dull, and obvious.

*If this poem doesn’t apply to you please disregard*

ZEKE

Alcohol fueled craziness at the Big Fish Pub with: 

One of the most crazed bands to ever hit the valley has been in town three times in the last three months.  They have played medium sized crowds to packed venues.  They have left the crowd with a look on their face of violation, and they were, musically.  I have heard references to ZEKE from white trash punk to underground gods. Either way no one has used the words "all right"  or "just OK." to describe their sound.  You either love them or hate them.  What ever the case may be, I don't think ZEKE really gives a shit.  ZEKE has been on tour with some of the craziest hard-core bands, from ALL to D.O.A.  After missing an interview at the Big Fish Pub show I headed out to The Atomic Cafe to catch ZEKE open up for D.O.A.  ZEKE went crazy and pulled off a great set.  I snuck back stage and harassed the band with some questions and stole a few of their  beers.  All and all,  this is what they had to say about what has been going on in the world of ZEKE.

Short Fiction: Various Answers

This is the first story published in the original Xeroxed issue of Moisst.
Note: This is the original, pre-edited draft of the story.

Various Answers
By A. Giampietro

There was a time when most days I just felt bad. I don't know what to say about it other than I just didn't feel right. There was no joy, no fear, no sense of any sort of loss or anything. I just didn't seem to feel anything. I went by day after day and before me passed faces and names, ideas and morals, the ambiguous line between fiction and fact eluded my perception, and worse yet, I was indifferent to it all. I suppose that the only thing that stopped me from walking down to Water Tower with an assault rifle is the fact that I was just so apathetic about everything.