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South America

• April 18 - Quito, Ecuador
  
  
  
• April 19 - Bogata, Colombia
  
  
  
• April 20 - Santiago, Chile
  
  
  
• April 22 - Buenos Aires, Argentina
  
  
  
• Arpil 24 - Rio de Janero, Brazil
  
  
  
• Arpil 25 - Vitoria, Brazil
  
  
  
• Arpil 26 - Belo Horizonte, Brazil
  
  
  
• Arpil 27 - Sao Paolo, Brazil
  
  
  

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News

New Lineup

We are stoked to announce that Alan Cage will be joining 108 on the drums. The first time the public will get their ears on it will be our South American tour in April.

Alan replaces Tom Hogan, who stayed with us for over a year, contributed significantly to our newest release on Deathwish Records, and has become an important member of the 108 family. We wish him the best for his musical future.

Texas

Texas was fucking awesome... mostly because of the Texans, not really because of us. Everyone involved in making the shows happen really deserve thanks, especially our new friends in The Jon Benet who lent us their equipment, their van, their friends, and themselves. I headed down to Texas sort of wondering, "Now, why the hell are we playing in texas again?" And I came back thinking, "How soon can we go back there?"

October 2007 Update

— October 14th, 2007

September 2007 - live fast die slow

— September 2nd, 2007

Pre Order our new LP TODAY, debut of 3 new songs, DW Podcast, Tour news and more...

— April 27th, 2007

Music

Three Hundred Liars… one million colors, in one blind eye. silence in the song I’m singing, whose words, want to cry. a symphony of deafness singing softly, so unreal. the soft, sweet caresses, you don't care to feel. you don't fit in. the hardest armor but so vulnerable inside and what you feel, and what you know, and what you love will die. you don't fit in so break out. three hundred liars, all with such fearful eyes. afraid to look the wrong way and i sympathize. i sympathize.

Angel Strike Man… angel strike man. we’re forgetting, again. buildings are falling and we’re failing again. numb to the misery (from all the) blood stained imagery. angel strike man. sell yourself into slavery again, sell our children to the state again, sell your body to commercials again, sell your soul for the dollar again. shackled for forgetting, forgetting again. shackled just long enough to remember again. every word is politics, every action; a smoking gun and if you deny it run, run, run. angel strike man.

Guilt… empires built on doctrinal guilt. controlling man (with what we) cant understand. words, body and mind enslaved at a shrine with little left (except) impending death. guilt, guilt, guilty for being alive. written words designate (awaiting) death. desires define degrees of helplessness. birth and gender assign entitlement while feelings and emotions are left for dead. guilt, guilt, guilty for being alive. this is our sickness with no one else to blame. simple minds bring a handicapped existence. so much for being free. so much for being me.

Curse of Instinct

curse of instinct… curse of instinct never knowing peace. even pain is welcome when you cannot feel a thing and it only gets harder to put together the pieces that just don’t fit; they just won’t fit. || and it only gets lonelier when you’re stuck outside. caught in a void; drown in denial. and it only gets harder to fit together the pieces; it only gets lonelier when you’re stuck outside. you can’t fit together the pieces and you’re ripped apart by the void. the emptiness in you… the emptiness in you. || and I won’t lie anymore; i won’t hide it anymore. the emptiness, the void, the void in my heart. the you. can you feel it? can you feel the emptiness in you? the emptiness, the void, in you.

Threefold Misery

killer of the soul… satanic ritual: set the corpse upon the table. cosmetic religion: hide your horns if you are able. killer of the animal. only a demon could dine on the flesh of the dead. each hair on the back of each cow is a birth you'll spend in hell. || the killer of the soul (whomever he may be) shall be forced to the darkest regions (embrace your decisions) in the darkest regions of hell. || self killing ritual: set the bottle upon the table. cosmetic ignorance: kill the pain if you are able. killer of the animal within; liquid poison to wash your brain. drown in your misery. your life becomes hell. || the killer of the soul (whomever he may be) shall be forced to the darkest regions (embrace your decisions) in the darkest regions of hell. || i won't kill my soul.

blood… specter image, arisen in the graveyard of my mind: they embrace. and i see blood (i see blood) i see blood and bones, and not romance (not romance). || the blood, the blood and the bones. the blood, and the skulls. passionate collision of skeletons. ashen impact... again || cried out, and then they crumbled. they cried out (they cried out) and they crumbled; collapsed. like the dreams they tried to build: that could never be fulfilled, in this world. || the blood, the blood and the bones. the blood and the skulls. passionate collision of skeletons. passionate collision of bodies || "pessimist" - but ain't it so factual? everything is temporary, in this world. but my reality is not bleak, because i live for my soul, i give my love to my soul-of-my-soul. || the blood, the blood and the bones. the blood and the skulls. passionate collision of skeletons. i shall abstain.

arctic… i'll try for you. i'd cry for you. trial. trial by ice. || i can simply extend my finger in a pose of exquisite pain. my pain. i can only stretch my arms. stretch, reach, for you || try, try, try, try, try to survive || i'll trial for you. i'd cry for you. trial. trial by ice. || i need a blanket to warm me from the chill of my emptiness. i need a blanket to exsulate me because it's cold inside. || try, try, try, not to freeze, freeze, freeze; die. || a jolting phone: cataclysmic in the bone-marrow night. i need a blanket to warm me from the chill of my emptiness. where is sleep to hide me, from the fact that you're so absent in my heart? where is sleep to hide me, from the fact that i'm too dead to care? || hollow are the bones of lonely. || i stand: hollow. i die: hollow. but i try.

Songs of Separation

deathbed… i remember when you cried with your eyes on fire. with the gale in your lungs, screamed your throat red. but now it’s getting colder… what happened to you? || i remember when you laughed with the sunlight on your lips, sun rising high on your early morning smile. but you’re not waking up this time… breathless cries over lifeless eyes. || your body is here, but you’re not || that thing that screamed with me and dreamed with me. that thing that laughed with me and cried with me. that same thing lies before me on this deathbed. wut where are you?

solitary… condemned cell incarcerates me. no walls, no bars on this cage, it’s just “me” the penitentiary is my “identity” in this solitary i learn what it’s like to be so alone || crouched in a lonesome corner i shiver, head faced to the wall, my eyes glued to the mirror. masculinity beats the living hell out of me. vanity is only my reality, my only cold companion. || each moment without you i die, oh Krishna.

Holyname

holyname… i have no emotion i have no devotion it's empty motion, oceans of notions intent on ego promotion no elation, no devistation supplication seems a foreign creation barren and beaten and broken and bruised is the briar-ridden thorn-land of my heart my cries are lies from conceitful eyes || i won't simmer in this complacency i won't settle for this false me i'll cry it out: holyname. holyname.

108 is:

Vic DiCara - Guitar / 2nd Vocals
Robert Fish / Rasaraja - Vocals
Trivikrama - Bass Guitar
Alan Cage - Drums

Pics

Dallas, Texas - II 2008-02-29 These pics are by Radha Shakti.

Dallas, Texas 2008-02-29 Red Blood Club. Photos: Darin Johnson

Austin Texas - Adrienne 2008-03-01 Flashless Photos from Adrienne B. Photography.

Austin Texas - Nutter 2008-03-01 Photography by NutterPhotog.com

Cal Robbins Benefit - Day 2 2007-11-25 Williamsburg Music Hall, NYC. Pics: Yunika & Manny Mares.

Cal Robbins Benefit - Day 1 2007-11-24 Norm's benefit w/ Snapcase, NYC. Pics by Yunika.

Cambridge Elks 2007-11-23 Pics by Yunika and Russ Bopp.

Reno Skatepark 2007-11-11 Above Ground Skatepark. Reno, NV. Photos: Yunika

Sacto VFW 2007-11-10 Orangevale, CA. Photos: Yunika.

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Karma

— May 7th, 2008

Rasaraja's Blog

closing the year...

— December 27th, 2007

Vic's Latest Gita Blog

18b: Summary of Bhagavad-Gita

Chapter 18, the last Chapter in the Gita, spends most of it’s time recapping everything that has come before. So we’ve seen joy, resolve, understanding, will, perception and action all analyzed in terms of three modes of natural operation. You might be thinking, “Jeez, it seems like everything can be broken down according to these three modes of nature!” Well, you would be right. No one and nothing is free from the hypnotic influence of these three modes. In fact, even society as a whole can be divided according to the mode of nature which is most prevalent in their behavior.



This is all a final summary of the end section of the book, which dealt mainly with knowledge and philosophy. But, by mentioning the effect of the three modes upon the different divisions of society Krishna segues into summarizing the first section of the book - with dealt with the virtue of actively performing one’s social duties as opposed to haphazardly renouncing them and attempting to become “wise”.



Thus Krishna describes the four divisions of Classical Hindu society along with their main social duties. He then advises that sticking to the duties prescribed according to the mode of nature that prevails in one’s individual personality is the best form of general purification and spiritual evolution. Such self-control and self-discipline awakens knowledge within one’s heart and leads one to self realization.



With this, Krishna segues into a summary of the middle section of the Gita - which dealt with the supreme virtue of Love as an elevating and purifying spiritual practice.



Krishna explains that self-realization entails realizing the true identity of oneself in relation to the universe and, ultimately, to the Supreme Personality of Godhead (who, nicely, is the person speaking!). Thus self-realization culminates in the actualization of a loving relationship between the self and the supreme self.



At this point, the summary of Bhagavad Gita is complete. Krishna now turns his attention to the original topic at hand: Arjun is standing on a battlefield at the brink of a war he must fight, but which his sentiments and emotions will not allow him to engage in. Krishna reminds him that his mode of nature will incline him to battle whether he likes it or not, therefore it’s better to do battle for the right cause at the right place, even if it is personally difficult.



Finally Krishna turns responsibility over to Arjun, saying, “OK, I’ve explained everything I can explain. I’ve given you my opinions on things. Now it’s time for you to make your own choices on what you will do.”



With a last lingering inability to be decisive, Arjun hesitates. Krishna responds by saying, “I will tell you one more thing, the most secret thing of all. I’m only telling you this because you are my dear friend: Devote your actions to me, I promise you, no evil will come of it. When duties and rights and wrongs confuse and confound you, don’t worry. Abandon all religion, all duty, all morality - simply act out of Love for me. I will take care of the rest.”



Now it has been spoken, the topmost secret of the entire Bhagavad Gita.



Krishna cautions that most people will neglect this inner secret, or twist and misunderstand it. Only those who wish to become friends of Krishna - like Arjun - will be able to grasp it truly.

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— March 26th, 2008