#DRUNK MAGAZINE

[metal-sludge]

METALLICA (1981 - present) | METAL FORCES, February 1993.

[piovascosimo]

the face | september 1995

[milafm2002]

More Mag Articles?

Here's The Interpol Blender Article From 2003

Also Drunk Paul LOL 🤣

Read Away And Enjoy

[sophaeros]

the strokes for q magazine, june 2006 / wr. john perry, ph. mick hutson (x)

[vertigoartgore]

2008's Back Issue Magazine #28 (the "Heroes Behaving Badly" issue) cover by artist Darwyn Cooke (R.I.P.).

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Who’s asking?

[michithing]

various tf2 doodles!

[tankgirlfan23]

Negative TANK GIRL!!!

[drunkbullet]

after the last chapter i'll get to work this this acc... god

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Jeff Buckley For my sweetheart, the drunk

By DAVID BOWMAN

PUBLISHED MAY 28, 1998 4:13PM (EDT)

The young icon was just 30 years old when his wrecked body was pulled from the water. He drowned wearing his boots. He was a young god to those who loved him, but they no longer recognized his ravaged face. He was identified by his fancy nankeen pants from Malta. He was Percy Bysshe Shelley, and he died in the Ligurian Sea off the coast of Italy on July 8, 1822.

Many years later, on May 29, 1997, another young icon perishes the same way. This one is a scant year older than Shelly was when he died. This one also drowns in his boots. He isn't identified by his exotic Maltese trousers, however. Instead it is his navel ring that identifies him as Jeff Buckley, raised as Scott Moorhead, drowned on the banks of the Wolf River outside of Memphis, Tenn.

Besides their age and death, the personal similarity between Buckley and Shelley is they were both guys who loved high jinks. The mythic connection is that Shelley was too ethereal to be anything other than a poet, while Buckley was too ethereal to be a mere "rock star." Not with that voice. This was the voice of a seraph. This was a voice to make a doubter believe in God again.

This voice would never win something as mundane as a Grammy. No. This was a male chanteuse whose first album would win a "Grand Prix International du Disque" -- an award previously bestowed on Edith Piaf. And this young man died having no idea how to live possessing such angelic pipes. As much as he hated being the son of Tim Buckley -- singer, junkie, nonexistent father -- Jeff also raged against being a girlie-man, an "Edith Piaf with a penis." Jeff wanted to be Jimmy Page. He even allegedly died singing "Whole Lotta Love" as he swam out into the brown water. This Led Zep obsession wasn't necessarily a good thing. Buckley's first studio album, "Grace," was a ponderous redoing of "Houses of the Holy." Buckley's songs didn't even have melodies. They were just moody Led Zep posturing.

A million young women disagree. Buckley was a rock star for young women too sophisticated to care about rock stars. Just these past months, more than one journalist has been able to lure young strangers up to his bachelor pad with a promise of hearing a prerelease tape of Jeff Buckley's posthumous album, "Sketches for My Sweetheart, the Drunk."

Now, the record these young women will hear is not the same record that a man hears. Men hear a record that is mostly ... magnificent. Young women will either agree or feel betrayed that Buckley has revealed himself to be nothing more than a cad. More about this cad factor later -- but first, let's assume there is magnificence in the album. The good cuts were all produced by legendary guitarist Tom Verlaine, in sessions conducted in New York and Memphis. These songs transform Buckley's Led Zeppelin fixation into healthy influence instead of making him sound like Freddie Mercury. Even more important, Buckley's new songs possess melodies. A listener might even be walking down the street and find him or herself humming a catchy song like "Yard of Blonde Girls." Indeed, "Yard of Blonde Girls" could be a hit single. But Buckley was dissatisfied with the Verlaine-produced tracks. He had summoned his band down to Memphis to rerecord them with "Grace's" producer Andy Wallace. They were to arrive the day after the death.

What didn't Buckley dig about these songs? No one associated with the record is talking -- at least not officially. This winter, publicists were claiming that "Everyone is too broken up about Buckley's death to talk about the record." But why? After Shelley was cremated, the poet's very heart remained intact, sitting within the smoking cinders of bone. Buckley left only this album, but surely it is as valuable as an aorta. Why wouldn't his fellow workers want to honor his final statement? No one was talking. I tried to track down Tom Verlaine. No luck through official channels. Then one day I was passing the Strand Bookstore on East 12th Street in New York City and Tom Verlaine was browsing the outdoor stalls.

"Tom?" I said.

He turned. Know that Verlaine is very tall. I identified myself, but the very tall man said he didn't want to be interviewed. "Everybody is so broken up," he said. He said that he didn't do anything special at the sessions -- he just turned on the tape player. He admitted that Buckley wanted to rerecord the songs. Then Verlaine didn't want to talk anymore. He'd been burned before "because of how the piece is edited."

Buckley's friends and co-workers are the only ones who can tell us what bugged Buckley about the Verlaine tracks. Whatever it was, Buckley recorded a number of four-track demos just before his death, and five of them are included on "Sketches" as an indication of which direction his artistry was turning. One of these songs is OK, just Buckley strumming a guitar and singing about girls. But the other four songs are nothing short of awful. There's no reason to try to convince you just how awful they are. What is more important is to state how these four awful songs mire an otherwise lovely record. You can go ahead and purchase "Sketches" and just program your CD player to skip cuts 5, 6, 7 and 8 on the second disc, but the inclusion of these songs reveals that Buckley was as screwed up as Bob Dylan with regard to artistic judgment (the latter famous for scrapping wondrous records). Buckley's demos expose that the lad didn't just want to be Led Zeppelin -- he wanted to be Metallica and Sonic Youth as well. He sings as if his voice is the worst curse a man-child could ENDURE. No wonder they're not talking at Columbia. Who on earth believed that anyone would want to bop down the street listening to a horrible, horrible song like the "Murder Suicide Meteor Slave" on their Walkman?

The answer is Buckley's mother, Mary Guibert. She was the one who created this record. One has to have respect for her quandary, if not her judgment: how to honor her son's artistic intentions with finished tracks he didn't believe in? Buckley, who was publicly hounded by myths about his junkie father, has become more-or-less a mama's boy in death. Guibert chose to end her son's album with a song that starts with Buckley lazily noodling on a guitar, then singing the Appalachian chestnut about dying with a "Satisfied Mind." This cut is beautiful, yet pointless. Buckley has no idea what he was singing about so beautifully. He's like a gorgeous girl who wears terrible clothes because she doesn't know her own beauty. Or is at war with it.

Which leaves us with those million young women who loved "Grace" and will now buy "Sketches." Is it sexy when Buckley sings, "Your flesh is so nice?" When he sings about licking and being licked? Or have you heard it all before on bad dates? How does Buckley's oral fixation reconcile with his curious lyric "You're a woman/I'm a calf." Is this absurd? Or does this make you want to mother him? These are honest questions only you can answer. Whether or not you agree that this album has magnificence in it, surely you'll thank God -- the real one or maybe only the God of Poetry -- that Buckley's mom didn't honor her drowned son by releasing only those god-awful demos.

By DAVID BOWMAN

David Bowman is the author of the novel "Bunny Modern" and the nonfiction book "This Must Be the Place: The Adventures of the Talking Heads in the 20th Century."

[doggozila]

(via Alcohol Poisoning in Dogs: How to Help a Drunk Dog? - Doggozila Magazine)

[lokisasylum]

What fuckery did Weverse mag do now?

Like no hate to Jhope, but respect where it is due. Since when did he "lead a contemporary style" in the live performance of "Spring Day" OR "Black Swan" when everyone and their momma knows and SAW that Jimin is the only one dancing in contemporary??? Not to mention that Jimin is not only the highlight, but the one who actually starts the choreo in contemporary style with his interpretation of "flying snow".

And also the dark beauty, essence and pain of the Black Swan.

The article also seems to discredit RM's contribution in "Spring Day" O__o just what the f is going on with weverse lately?

First they cancelled orders for FACE Vinyls without a prior notice and only refunded HALF the money, now they're putting out bullshit ass articles that look like whoever wrote it just scrolled through X and picked the first fan-posts they saw, instead of doing actual research.

[moonlightbae333]

gonna go get drunk and cry

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

Select Magazine March 1992/Gallon Drunk

if you like my scans and want to help out you can do so here I'm currently trying to raise around $100 to buy a better scanner any help is appreciated!

[feyremorningstar]

story through pictures god help the boyfriend a pizza doesnt make up for the cake thinking of doing another,should i? or it just sucks

[shakespearenews]

Formed in 1913, Equity currently represents over 51,000 professional actors and stage managers. The Drunk Shakespeare Chicago union would not just represent the performers and crew, however, but the entire staff, including servers and bartenders. Union leaders were able to get 100 percent of the Chicago cast and crew to sign their authorization cards, which might not have happened if everyone’s concerns had not been addressed upfront, Fent added. 

“It’s thrilling to be a labor leader at this moment in which arts workers across the country, like our colleagues in other industries, are claiming their power,” said Equity president Kate Shindle in a press release. “That’s exactly what the members of Drunk Shakespeare United are doing. These actors and stage managers, servers and bartenders have banded together to unionize in order to achieve a fairer, safer workplace, and Equity is eager to support their efforts. I hope that companies of other shows—who might not have realized that they too can have a unionized workplace—will be inspired by Drunk Shakespeare United’s decision to stand together and say, ‘We deserve better.’” 

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Krull explained that during the first weekend in April, the Drunk Shakespeare D.C. team suffered a company-wide COVID-19 outbreak, and half of the staff were out sick. Instead of canceling the shows, they said, upper management pushed the few remaining company members to do back-to-back sold-out shows that Friday. Both managers were out sick, so no management was there that night, and actors were tasked with operating both the light and sound boards despite having no training on either, since no stage manager was present.

“Actors would run onstage to say a line, run off to support stage-management tasks, and then run around to deliver or reset a prop before [returning onstage],” Krull described. “We were fortunate that there were no incidents with inebriated patrons on this particular night, but the staff on duty did not feel supported, and it was a catalyzing factor in our unionization.”