Hey, remember when celebrities killing people was nigh-unheard of, back in the pre-OJ days (Fatty Arbuckle notwithstanding, and even that is disputed to this day)? Ah, the days of yore, when famous musicians did their crimein’ behind closed doors, classy-like. Back when people talked about Phil Spector’s “wall of sound” and were referring to a production technique, not constant pleas of innocence via insanity.
Now, we have the former lead singer of the mallpunk band Mest, some dude by the name of Anthony Lovato, who apparently just totally killed some guy:
Anthony Lovato, the frontman for the former punk band Mest, was arrested Sunday on suspicion of stabbing a 25-year-old man to death outside an apartment complex.
Los Angeles police from the North Hollywood station were called to the 10900 block of Bluffside Drive at 8:05 a.m. and found a man in the parking lot with stab wounds in his chest, said LAPD Officer Mike Lopez.
The man, whose name was being withheld pending notification of relatives, was rushed to a nearby hospital where he died, Lopez said.
Lovato, 26, was later arrested and was cooperative, Lopez said.
“It’s believed the victim and Lovato were involved in a verbal dispute, possibly over a girlfriend,” Lopez said. “That’s when the suspect whipped out a knife.”
Lovato is being held on $1 million bail.
Mest, a four-member Illinois based band that formed in the mid-1990s, released several albums on Madonna’s Maverick label and performed on the Warped Tour, a touring music and extreme sports festival, in 2003.
They broke up in 2006 with Lovato and other members starting up a new band, according to their Myspace.com site.
It may shock you to hear that i have never heard a single song by this “Mest” band, but from what i was able to gather during the years they were around and i was hearing their name here and there, girls ten years younger than me thought they were pretty foxy. Um, ok:
Lovato is the blonde.
It’s Monday morning and it’s early, and this is in regard to someone getting fatally stabbed, so i’m having a hard time coming up with something suitably snarky to toss at this (innocent until proven guilty) piece of trash, but let me try this:
Give the goth bands credit: when their singers get distraught over their messed up love lives, at least they have the good sense to kill themselves before taking anyone else with them.
Too much? Too cheap? Too beating Oliver to the punch to what was going to be his best joke in an upcoming Joy Division roast?
Yeah. Monday. I spent yesterday after band practice celebrating the first warm Wisconsin weekend of the year stuffing my face with Chorizo and High Life, so i hope you’ll understand if i’m a bit off my game.Â
Anyway. My point: some douchebag punk rock almost-was just killed someone. That’s fucked up.
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Sure, why not? Although after consuming spicey Mexican sausage and beer, i’m not so sure i’d be a great housemate.
Mest had a quasi-hit in ‘00 with “What the Dillio.” It recieved approx. 5 spins a week over that summer, and i heard every single one of them while 40ft in the air, tied to a tree, in Maine.
My advice: do not listen to this song. It will get stuck in your head for the rest of forever, and no amount of brain bleach will ever remove it.
Oh, god. M’ris. You knew that. I’m so sorry.
I’m also sorry i spelled “spicy” with an “e.” WTF.
I mean, apparently both are acceptable, but ew.
“what the dil-dil-dil-dillio, dillio, what the d-d-d-deal.”
proving once and for all that even little Cindy Brady and her lisp could have had a commercially viable pop/punk career.
on the other hand, the fan reaction to this (check the myspace) is making the workday tolerable.
Lovato looks like a little like a younger, more tattooed version of the frontman of Pansy Divsion. Maybe his internalized homophobia drove him to kill?
Sweet christ, the bio on their MySpace reads like an exercise in irony now:
“In 2003, Mest frontman Tony Lovato fulfilled his childhood dream — and it almost killed him.”
” if he had waited just one more week for treatment, he could’ve been left paralyzed or dead.
“I definitely cheated death,†Lovato says now.”
““Last Kiss,†a song about a dual suicide gone wrong, has taken on more weight after some of Lovato’s family and friends took their own lives.”
“The album’s lead single, “Kiss Me, Kill Me,†penned and sung by guitarist/vocalist Jeremiah Rangel, follows a tumultuous relationship.”
It goes on like this. Fucksake.
But no one wants to put in the facts that…
Even after this happened he was the one who called 911, waited there for police to show up.
He wasn’t “later arrested”..he was arrested right then and there. Went to the station..answered questions..and didn’t fight a single thing.
Seriously..that’s sad. Is this a fucking Tabloid or what? Tell the whole story…
There’s plenty more the news is just finally releasing…
Matt–fair enough, but the simple fact that he was in a situation involving a knife, in a fight over a girl, is plain stupid.
what, you wouldn’t knife fight for my Scarlet’s honor?
that’s much funnier when “my” is struck out the way i had typed it to be. booger.
Let’s put it this way: as much as i would enjoy making carnal wha-hay-hay with Scarlett Johanssen, if she were really going to choose Justin Timberlake over me, well, then, she can let him bring sexy back all up in her business, because poor taste is never attractive.
I mean, i have needs, but i also have my pride.
just making sure i have my story straight: dj ph33rs justin timberlake’s 1337 knife fite sk1||z.
I’m sorry, what does that say? I don’t speak social outcast.
Update! Self Defense, Not Murder.
Welly welly well. I suppose that warrants an update post.
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Comment by joiezabel — March 26, 2007 @ 10:45 am
dj, will you marry me?