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[steviewashere]

I need to share a very specific image of Eddie Munson that I have in my brain, please excuse me for a second lol

...and once again, I've half-formed a fic. Are we surprised?

He's sitting in one of the dining chairs at the little breakfast table in the trailer, one leg pulled up on the seat and his knee squished to his chest. His chin is resting on his knee, left hand mindlessly flipping through a Heavy Metal magazine, Walkman headphones over his ears blasting Metallica—so loud that Steve can hear Hetfield from across the room. Eddie's humming along every once in a while, growling a bit with the lyrics. There's an open can of Vienna Sausages on the table, unmicrowaved, the lid still attached to the can because Eddie didn't completely remove it in his excitement. He's dipping the fingers of his right hand into the can, sticking whole Viennas into his mouth, and chewing just sooo obnoxiously. Once the sausages are gone, he picks up the can and starts sipping at the sausage water as if it's a fine glass of wine—fucking swishing it around and smacking his lips with every sip.

After he's done, he wipes his pruned sausage water fingertips on his worn-in pajama bottoms. He's got mismatched long socks on: the left sock is completely black with the Hanes logo on it, the right has little Garfield faces over it. The t-shirt he's wearing was most definitely Steve's at one point, a "Born in the USA" Bruce Springsteen t-shirt that has a cut-out v-neck (a late night craft Steve convinced himself would turn out good, the v-neck is off center and curling). The ball-chain of his necklace is crooked—it's not the guitar pick, it's instead a little plastic spider ring that Steve gave him on Halloween; Steve thought it wasn't a big enough gift to give to Eddie for their one year (which it accompanied flowers and a homemade dinner and a brand new album), but Eddie cherished it like that Gollum guy.

Then, after a few minutes, Eddie looks up from his magazine and gazes over at Steve. Loudly, over the music still blaring over his headphones, "Can I have a kiss? My lips miss my sweetheart."

Steve fondly rolls his eyes and crosses the room, kissing Eddie right on the lips. Even if his breath tastes and smells like Vienna Sausages. And he would've pulled away, had it not been so Eddie.

The Metallica is still blaring and Eddie's t-shirt smells like a mix of the two of them: Irish Spring from Eddie's recent shower, Steve's sweat since he wore it while doing a few chores. He pulls away, not too far, though.

Eddie, loudly once more, says, "My lips have been blessed! Blessed by my true love!" He sways back in his seat, a hand clutched to his chest—over his heart—and he sighs dreamily.

Steve, who can never help himself in the face of Eddie, grins so hard his eyes crinkle, his cheeks hurt, and his laugh echos. The laughter cocooning the two of them. Through a chuckle, softly and easily, he murmurs, "I love you."

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

INEXTRICABLY INTERTWINED IN THE '80s UNDERGROUND -- AMERICAN HARDCORE PUNK & THRASH METAL.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on lead guitarist of American thrash metal band METALLICA, Kirk Hammett, rocking a MISFITS "Earth A.D./Wolf's Blood" T-shirt, photographed during a "Ride the Lightning" record signing at Chris' Warped Records, Lakewood, Ohio, USA, on February 2, 1985.

"ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HELL"!!

Source: Facebook (lifted the Hammett pics from an old post of mine), Reddit, Pinterest, & X (formerly known as Twitter).

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Brian May live at the Long Beach Arena in Long Beach, CA, USA (Children Of The Night - KNAC 5th anniversary concert) - February 8, 1991

This is a newly discovered Brian's appearance - apparently an All-Star jam with James Hetfield (Metallica), George Lynch (Dokken), Taime Down (Faster Pussycat), Bruce Kulick (Kiss), Bob Kulick (Meat Loaf), Phil Soussan (Ozzy Osbourne) or Steven Adler (Guns N' Roses). I've never heard of this event before but there seems to be replica T-shirts and posters available so it was probably a famous concert.

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[kennethesweetjr]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Metallica: And Justice For All Music Band Streetwear T-shirt Men’s Size Large.

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A really nice article from this month's Classic Rock (6/2022) focusing on the atmosphere of Ghost shows and what Tobias is like on stage versus in private.

THE GREAT PRETENDER

The choral wells of Gregorio Allegri’s Miserere Mei, Deus drift through the audience at Manchester Arena. It’s Saturday night, the mood is high and a cathedral is being built on stage. Behind the curtain, eye catch glimpses of the sort of theatre normally associated with the Iron Maidens, Rammsteins and Alice Coopers of this world. Giant steps. High walls and arches. Ornate stained glass window backdrops. More dry ice than Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights video, dotted with a scattering of men in hard hats. Stonehenge this is not.

The curtain drops. The opening guitar glitter of Kaisarion bursts into our faces. Punters wearing nuns’ habits, crucifixes and corpse paint gaze up like children in a sweet shop, while Nameless Ghouls in gas masks are illuminated by cracking pyrotechnics. As riffs and drum thunder roll out like groovy cavalry, marrying heavy mystique with Def Leppard-sized hooks, it’s easy to see why Metallica and Dave Grohl are fans. The most rapturous applause, though, is reserved for their mercurial leader. An impishly charismatic figure, masked by black-and- white face paint. Hair slicked back with grey. Microphone in hand. Part Victorian military dandy, part Joel Grey’s MC from Cabaret in tight black skinny jeans and black leather gloves, Papa Emeritus IV strides, skips and gesticulates with the precision and campery of a seasoned Broadway star. And although there are thousands watching, those painted eyes of his have an oddly penetrative, Mona Lisa-esque effect. All-seeing. It’s as if he’s looking at you. Welcome to the Ghost show.

A few hours earlier we’re in a Grade Il-listed hotel on Manchester's Oxford Road, lifting an armchair with a short, polite Swedish guy in a band T-shirt. Silver chains clink at his wrists. A skull ring hulks round one finger. His generously spiked hair is jet-black, contrasting with almost bloodless skin. He could have wandered in from one of the rock pubs across the road.

"Master,” Tobias Forge says with a smile, pulling back his jacket, when asked about the T-shirt. “They’re an American eighties death metal band. They’re not very good, but they're cool!”

It’s surreal to think that this is the man who will slink across the stage as Papa Emeritus IV tonight (the latest incarnation of Forge’s fictitious, ecclesiastical one-man dynasty). The 41-year-old conductor at the heart of the 700 cues, 45 or so crew members and four tour buses that make up the Ghost experience; a production that, in some ways, feels more akin to the Cirque Du Soleil than to a rock show. It’s a globetrotting colossus, following its doomy, cultish origins in Linkoping, Sweden in 2006.

“Some people prefer ad-hoc rock bands like Pearl Jam or Springsteen, who come up on stage in whatever they wore on the street and just start playing,” he says, quickly adding: "which I love; I love Pearl Jam, I love Bruce Springsteen. But that’s not what we do. We don’t improvise that much. A lot of the show is free-form, which makes it edgy, but there’s still a script.”

Having released a gloriously grandiose new album, Impera, Ghost returned to the live circuit this year as co-headliners with Volbeat in the USA, causing some political “head-butting” when Ghost went on second every night. As Forge implies, they are not so much ‘hard to follow'-’ as logistically impossible. Now; at the start of this European tour, they’re very much on top - with Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats and Twin Temple in support slots.

“Co-billing for us is not necessarily a great thing,” Forge reasons, carefully. “What we’re doing is not compatible with many other bands. Not necessarily the sound; I don’t see a problem for a fan to absorb both. But if it’s going to be a forty-five-minute changeover, is that great for the crowd that paid for these tickets? I can order ten courses I really like, but I can only eat one. I’m not sure it’s doing the desired trick.”

There’s a cool flash of fanaticism about Forge, just detectable behind his approachable demeanour. He looks you straight in the eye. He pauses to consider his answers. During our conversation he’ll compare putting on a show to a football season, making a film, running a restaurant and going to war. All are analogies he’s used before, and all support the sense of auteurship that ripples through the Ghost world (as well as echoing Forge’s own fondness for sports, Stanley Kubrick and good food).

But there are other sides to him. The geeky classic-rock lover, who watches live Queen and Iron Maiden clips to get pumped before shows. The guy who on tour goes out to football and hockey games. The arty urbanite with friends in music, film and amusement parks back home in Stockholm. The happily married father of teenage twins, who binge-watched The Sopranos, Game Of Thrones and Stranger Things with his family over lockdown. The reluctant frontman who, if he had his way, would be Ghost’s guitarist.

“But that’s like complaining about not being the general because you got to be the king instead. I would have felt more fluid being the guitar player, but the difference would have been that, mask or no mask, my on-stage persona would have been closer to my real one - my actual one, my private one - than it is nowadays.”

Over at the arena, the gap between those personas increases. As Impera's lead single Call Me Little Sunshine starts up, Papa returns in glittering cardinal's robes. He looks like a Christmas tree. Freddie Mercury via the Vatican. Liberace for the holy orders.

Back home, conversely, Forge marvels at the chops of friends like Fredrik Akesson, Opeth’s lead guitarist who played on Impera, embellishing the whole record with splashes of virtuosic, 80s-rocking flair.

“I mourn the fact I get to play the guitar so little over the course of my life, because I love playing,” Forge says, twisting his skull ring, “and I think I am a better musician than I am a singer. I just happen to be a good singer in Ghost.”

A self-described jack of all trades, the place you're most likely to find Forge, on tour, is behind a drum kit. Backstage he pounds through Top 40 hits as part of a mobile workout regimen. Foreigner’s Urgent, Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas, Lenny Kravitz’s Are You Gonna Go My Way? and The Guess Who’s American Woman are all on his go-to list.

In the past he relished the travel aspect of band life, ducking out to explore new sites and record shops. So much so that it began to tire him out, pre-show. Now, he mostly sticks to a strict routine of workouts and walking with audiobooks - most recently Jan Guillou’s Carl Hamilton series, Sweden’s politically astute answer to James Bond.

“Ten books, eighteen hours,” he says. “That’s good for ten thousand steps, and you can do calls when you’re walking.”

On stage the seven Nameless Ghouls are in similar ship shape, darting from the menace of From The Pinnacle To The Pit to a galloping Spillways - complete with guitar duels, knowing glances and gestures. Even without facial expressions their performances feel characterful, not to mention being shit-hot on a technical level. It says a lot about them, as people, that they’re happy to be in this group anonymously.  

For almost a decade Forge was similarly hidden. He spoke to journalists from behind curtains or masks. Officially he only revealed his identity in 2017, following a lawsuit from ex-bandmates. These days, living in a celebrity-heavy pocket of Stockholm (the Skarsgard acting dynasty are among his neighbours) he’s relatively undisturbed, except for any passing rock fans who recognize him from video interviews on YouTube, and a few Google images. How does that level of visibility sit with him? Does he enjoy doing interviews, for instance, while unmasked?

“I guess from a therapeutic point of view, speaking so much about yourself, your background and your motivation of why you’re doing this, it does have a cathartic function. But I definitely reach a point each day where I don’t want to talk any more. As much as people think that as an artist you like to revel in yourself...” he catches himself. “Look, I’m an exhibitionist, of course, but I definitely get to a point where I get really bummed talking about myself after a while.”

Perhaps this explains the desire to inhabit other personas, and makes sense of his latent acting ambitions.

“Yes,” he says with a laugh when asked if there are specific characters he’d love to play, “but I can’t say because it's part of how I view myself, and that might not rhyme with the rest. As an actor you are working with your physical attributes as your currency, so I know being five foot nine, white, with a certain body shape, I couldn’t do everything on the menu.”

In the Ghost universe, Forge bypasses such restrictions, starring in it and directing the various other parts. Mid-set at Manchester Arena, the audience’s mouths stretch into grins as Papa Nihil - an ancient ‘mentor’ cardinal in aviators - is wheeled out in an open coffin. This was not expected. Supposedly they killed him off in Mexico just before the first lockdown, but here he is, ‘reanimated’ by stage hands to deliver Miasma's saxophone solo. It’s all very Alice Cooper, with a dash of Benny Hill.

“I like to compare it to running a restaurant, because people...” Forge searches for the words. “You grew tired of your quiche or whatever a long time ago, even if it’s your grandma’s recipe, but people expect it to taste the same every night because they don’t come in and eat it every day. They expect the quiche to taste the way it did, because they brought two friends with them.”

So what dish would Ghost be?

“Because of the mixed nature of the music that’s combined,” he muses, “I guess it’s a calzone, with sushi in it, with cream on top.”

As the hits keep on coming, they make good on that sushi-calzone-with-cream-on-top concept. The Ghouls storm into Kraken-sized riffer Cirice, and Papa Emeritus reappears in bat wings – because why not? There are smoke jets, more dry ice, new robes, a fancy hat that (at certain angles) looks a bit like antlers... And then come the flames. Big ones. Fucking loads of them, giving the pyromaniac crews behind Slipknot and Rammstein a run for their money, before leading into He Is - a satirical yet stirring singalong with ABBA in its veins, completed following the suicide of Forge’s friend Selim Lemouchi (of Dutch occult rockers The Devil’s Blood) in 2014. Four years previously, his music-loving older brother died suddenly, the same day the first Ghost songs were released. Death runs deep in this music - in the fortitude it’s taken Forge to run with it.

But they're not done yet.

The metallic crunch of Mummy Dust is swiftly offset by Papa donning a blue sparkly jacket. “Let me hear you say ‘oomph’!” he roars into the audience, followed by what might be “did you feel it in your pants?!” - but it’s hard to tell through the make-up and an accent that sounds increasingly Compare The Meerkat-esque.

Indeed, for all Papa’s suave qualities his stage banter comes with an enchantingly befuddled edge; somewhere between a swashbuckling lothario and a slightly mad pensioner, but less creepy than that sounds. Is this the same softly spoken Scandi guy who chatted earlier about doing his 10,000 steps and watching hockey games?

“We’ve had a good hang!” he declares, by way of a pre-encore ‘farewell’. “I hope you leave feeling... well hung?!”

From there it’s time for a dynamite brace of Enter Sandman (they provided a version for Metallica’s Blacklist guest covers album last year) and Dance Macabre - the least metal song ever recorded by a band with such a metal-friendly image as Ghost.

“Just one more?” Papa shouts to the whooping masses. “And then you go out into the Manchester night, and either you fuck someone, or you go fuck yourself! How about that?”

With that, the band nail an addictive Square Hammer, and the cheers shoot up by several decibels.

Back at the hotel, just before he disappears to gear up for the evening ahead, Tobias Forge considers how it feels when he steps on stage. Transformed. Ready.

“I would say phenomenal,” he replies. “It’s one of the few moments where I don’t think about much else. Most of the time I am thinking of something else. I’m worrying about all kinds of stuff at the same time. The best nights are when you flow through them, and the worst nights are when you think: ‘Oh shit, I forgot the last step, I need to go back,’ and you start thinking about it.”

If that happens tonight, they hide it well. Curtain calls arc taken to the pastoral strains of Emmylou Harris's Sorrow In The Wind, and as Papa and the Ghouls wave, blow kisses and throw plectrums into the adoring audience there’s something reassuringly innocent about it all.

When children learn the truth about Santa Claus, they often keep believing anyway because they want to. They play along with stockings by the chimney, or Dad/Uncle Pete/whoever in the red suit, because it’s more fun that way. The same thing happens with Ghost. Ultimately it’s make-believe. A mystery with a sparkling rock soundtrack.

 ‘Fun’ can feel like a dismissive term. But as we’ve been reminded tonight, there is power in fun. Power in big, rousing guitars. Power in brilliantly entertaining spectacles. Not least of all, in recent times, fun offers cathartic escape like little else. The means to smile instinctively. Restoration for anyone who’s ever felt crushed by life.

“I would put on Live After Death before going on stage because it takes me near to the dream, rather than thinking of the practical nature of today,” Forge reasons. “That’s what it’s all about. All we’re doing is dreaming.”

Fistfulls of 'Ghost dollars' are scattered by roadies as house lights go up, the smell of burning permeates the arena and, finally, we wake up.

[dustofinsanity]

Interview Tag 📝

Tagged by: @flurrys-creativity (thank you, kitten! 💜)

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

Name/Nickname: Just call me Nauan or Na.

Gender: She/her

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 172cm

Time Currently: 1.31am

When is your birthday: April 8th

Favourite Bands/groups: Black Stone Cherry, Deftones, Korn, Five Finger Death Punch, Aerosmith, Iron Maiden, Linkin Park, Metallica, Slipknot, Bad Wolves, Falling in Reverse, Black Sabbath, Marilyn Manson, and many others. For K-Pop groups, B.A.P, GOT7, VIXX, Stray Kids, Ateez, Seventeen. 

Favourite Solo Artist: Hm... Don’t really have one... Maybe... Corpse.

Song Stuck in Your Head: I’m actually listening to music so I don’t have a particular song stuck in my head.

Last Movie You Watched: I don’t remember.

Last Show You Binged: I also don’t remember.

When You Created Your (Main-)Blog: In 2014, I think.

Last Thing You Googled: Bad Wolves (to check why Tommy left the band).

Other Blogs: @timetodreamtogether but I think I’ll delete it soon.

Do You Get Asks: Rarely. I’d like to get more but... Anyway.

Why I Chose My URL: I wanted something that suited me more than my previous URL and this one sounded the best.

How Many People Are You Following: 98 kittens.

How Many Followers Do You Have: More than 1k but most of them are pretty silent or are p*** blogs.

Average Hours of Sleep: It depends.

Lucky Number: 9

Instruments: I’d like to play guitar but, sadly, I don’t play any instrument.

What I’m Currently Wearing: Black leggings, black long t-shirt and thin grey pink sweatshirt.

Dream Job: Bartender.

Dream Trip: South Korea, Japan, Ireland, Iceland, Germany, New-Zealand, USA, Peru, etc... 

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IN PRAISE OF AMERICAN HORROR/HARDCORE PUNK -- AND ONE OF THE SUB-GENRE'S BIGGEST FANATICS.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the late, great Cliff Burton (1962-1986), musician/bassist of American thrash metal band METALLICA, pictured here wearing a MISFITS "Earth A.D./"Wolf's Blood" T-shirt during a "Ride the Lightning" record signing at Chris' Warped Records, Lakewood, Ohio, USA on February 2, 1985.

In memoriam -- Clifford Lee Burton (February 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986). His "deathday" was yesterday, but I was purposely saving this post for "Thrashback Thursday," and that's today.

Sources: Discogs (sleeve art), Facebook (an old post of mine), & Pinterest.

[fajoblog]

Los geht’s

Von mehreren Seiten wurde mir die Doku-Serie Tiger King (USA 2020) empfohlen: Darin gebe es tolle, unvorhersehbare Wendungen und spannende Protagonist*innen. Mein Seheindruck war allerdings ein anderer.

Bis zum Ende habe ich nicht verstanden, worum es eigentlich geht. Die Serie springt von einem Spektakel zum nächsten, ohne einen für mich ersichtlichen roten Faden. Ein wirkliches Interesse für die Protagonist*innen und ihre Faszination für Großwild konnte ich auch nicht erkennen. Außerdem verletzt der Regisseur elementare Regeln des Dokumentarischen, wenn er Menschen zu Ereignissen befragt, die sie selbst nicht erlebt haben (z.B. wird „Joe Exotic“ in Folge 3 zum Kronzeugen für den angeblich Mord von Carole Baskins Ehemann). Am meisten stört mich aber die Tendenz, alle Protagonist*innen auf ihre niedrigsten Bewegründe zu reduzieren. Obwohl die Serie häufig auf sehr wackliger Basis argumentiert, gibt es kaum Raum für Ungewissheiten. Alles ist sehr eindeutig und vor allem sind die Gezeigten eindeutig schlecht. Auch wenn das angesichts der Behandlung der Tiere vielleicht als gerechte Strafe erscheinen mag, das Ausstellen von Menschen finde ich dokumentarisch doch eher uninteressant. Die Serie erinnerte mich allerdings an einen Text, den ich vor einigen Jahren mal für einen anvisierten, aber niemals realisierten Fajo-Empfehlungsblog geschrieben habe. In dem Beitrag empfehle ich einen Dokumentarfilm, der das alles hat, was Tiger King mir nicht bieten konnte: Komplexe Erzählweisen, unglaubliche Wendungen, Ambivalenzen und ein Interesse für Menschen. Alle drei Teile der empfohlenen Dokumentation lassen sich immer mal wieder auf einem großen, werbefinanzierten Videoportal mit den Buchstaben Y und T im Namen finden.

Da es unter uns Fajo-Mitarbeitenden das Bedürfnis gibt, sich auch mal nichtwissenschaftlich auszudrücken, wollte ich deshalb meinen alten Text nutzen, um einen neuen Versuch für einen Fajo-Blog zu starten. In unregelmäßigen Abständen werden hier also hoffentlich Beiträge erscheinen, die beachtet werden wollen. Los geht’s mit diesem:

„Oh my god, look at his T-Shirt!“ lautete die missbilligende Bemerkung, mit der eine amerikanischen Touristin fingerzeigend ihr Kind auf mich aufmerksam machte. Im Jahr 1996 trug ich im Urlaub in Florenz stolz meine neueste Merchandise-Erwerbung der amerikanischen Death-Metal-Band Deicide spazieren. Darauf zu sehen, war ein auf dem Rücken liegender, aufgeschlitzter Jesus. Der Kauf hatte sich also gelohnt. Im selben Jahr erschien in den USA die Dokumentation Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills (USA 1996), die ich kürzlich wiederentdeckte und die mich bleibend beeindruckte. Der Film dokumentiert den Prozess dreier Jugendlicher, die vor allem aufgrund ihres Musikgeschmacks und ihrer Kleidung verdächtigt werden, drei achtjährige Jungen sexuell missbraucht und grausam ermordet zu haben. Die Dokumentation ist aus mehreren Gründen bemerkenswert, nicht zuletzt, weil der Film Teil der Geschichte geworden ist, von der er erzählt.

Amateurkamera-Aufnahmen von einem Fluss, Bildunterschrift: „Police Crime Scene Video, May 6, 1993 – Robin Hood Hills, West Memphis, Arkansas.“ Über die Original-Tonspur der Polizistengespräche und Funksprüche legen sich Flageolettöne, der Beginn von Metallicas Welcome Home erklingt. Die Kamera schwenkt neben das Flussbett auf zwei nackte, totenstarre Kinderkörper, ein dritter folgt.

Schon zu Beginn der Dokumentation zeigen sich einige ihrer Wesensmerkmale. Der Film geht sehr nah heran, vor allem weil die Regisseure Joe Berlinger und Bruce Sinofsky das Vertrauen aller relevanten Beteiligten gewinnen konnten. Wir sehen Interviews mit den Angeklagten, ihren Familien und Anwälten sowie mit den Angehörigen der Opfer. Die Kamera läuft aber auch bei den Strategiebesprechungen der Verteidigung und – aufgrund des besonders öffentlichkeitsfreundlichen US-Rechtssystems – auch im Gerichtssaal. Gleichzeitig bleiben Berlinger und Sinofsky unsichtbar und stumm. Statt eines Voice-Over hört der Zuschauer Metallica-Songs als Kommentar zu den Interviewpassagen. Es war der erste Film, der Lieder der Band nutzen durfte und diese Musik ist hier nicht neutral. War ihr Konsum es doch, der den Angeklagten zum Verhängnis wurde. Ohne Kommentare macht der Film das Publikum zum Richter: Den Zuschauenden wird abverlangt, selbst ein Urteil zu fällen, wobei die präsentierte Faktenlage eine Lesart sehr wahrscheinlich macht.

Der Film steht in der Tradition des Direct Cinema von Albert und David Maysles, bei deren Dokumentarfilm Gray Gardens (USA 1975) Berlinger und Sinofsky auch mitgeholfen hatten. Er ist aber vor allem auch ein Vorläufer, des True-Crime-Booms, den wir seit der Ausstrahlung des US-Podcasts Serial 2014 erleben. Paradise Lost erzählt schon sehr früh und ungeplant seriell eine komplexe Geschichte mit unglaublichen Wendungen und sehr dankbaren Charakteren, da dem Film noch zwei weitere über die angeklagten und schließlich verurteilten sog. West Memphis Three folgten. Fast sieben Stunden verfolgte ich also gebannt das Leben von Damien Echols, Jason Baldwin und Jessie Misskelley.

Es sind nicht die menschlichen Abgründe der Tatmotive für die Kindermorde, die im Zentrum des Films stehen, sondern das Milieu, in dem Jugendliche aufgrund ihrer Andersartigkeit kaum eine Chance auf Gerechtigkeit haben. Die Regisseure zeigen scheinbar neutral alle Perspektiven auf dieses Justizdrama. Doch haben sie eine Haltung, ihnen geht es darum, die Unschuldsvermutung zu bergen, die bei diesem Prozess durch Vorurteile verschüttet wurde.

Mir ging der sehr gut gemachte Film vor allem auch deshalb so nahe, weil darin deutlich wird, wie jugendliche Provokation bzw. vielleicht sogar einfach nur Andersartigkeit verhängnisvolle Folgen haben kann. Das gewissermaßen das Tragen eines T-Shirts Menschen für Jahre hinter Gitter bringen kann. Für einen kurzen Moment trat in meinem Kopf eine alternative Biografie hervor, die mich erschaudern ließ.

Florian Hannig

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21 Questions

answer 21 questions and tag 21 mutuals you’d like to know better!

Was tagged by @heavymetallibrarian!! Thanks, deary! ❤️

nicknames: I have many, a few are Ames, Meli, Millie, Midge, A-Train (from when I played softball)

zodiac sign: Libra Sun, Scorpio Moon, Libra Rising

height: 5′3″ but barely

hogwarts house: Hufflepuff💛

the last thing I googled: I googled a picture that represents the term “Imagery” for a lesson plan. 

favorite musicians: Def Leppard, Iron Maiden, Rush, Queensrÿche, Queen, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Bon Jovi, Whitesnake, Metallica, and Ghost, to name several.

song stuck in your head: Spreading the Disease - Queensrÿche

following: 248 (I need to clean up shop)

followers: 154

do you get asks? Once in a blue moon. I’d love to interact with my mutuals and followers so much more, though. 

amount of sleep: I can sleep when I am dead... (not enough)

lucky number: 11

what you’re wearing: An Iron Maiden t-shirt, fluffy pajama pants with penguins on them (it’s 12:20 AM here) and socks

dream job: A Special Education teacher!

dream trip: A round trip of several national parks and natural wonders in the USA, especially to the ones out west. 

instrument: I sing a bit? Kinda, sorta, not really..... 

languages: English, a tad bit of Spanish 

favorite songs: Paper Sun - Def Leppard

random fact: I’ve met famous country music singer and American Idol winner Scotty McCreery. 

aesthetic: Part exhausted college student, part teacher chic, part boho, part rock and roll groupie.... if that all can be a thing in one. 

If you so desire, do this and say I tagged you!

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“The Road to Rock n’ Roll - Guitars” Date: March 14, 2019 © Scott Fraser Photography

Dedicated to Rod Coulter. The first guitarist in my life.

In 1971 legendary guitar player and song writer Alvin Lee wrote the song “I’d Love to Change the World”. I was born in 1970, so it’s before my time. But I did grow up listening to it, thanks to three amazing uncles. In 1994, the Sunset Strip based band, L.A. Guns released a cover of it on their album Vicious Circles. With all respect to Alvin Lee, I prefer Tracii Guns’ version of the song. It’s got an edge to it. It touches my soul. Tracii’s chops, his notes, pure, clean, defined, at times ethereal, and delivered with a punch - I can’t help myself, but smile. I end up air guitaring to it every time. In my head I see his fingers on the fretboard, and his other hand as he strums and picks. I see the body of the guitar, the pick-ups, the dials. In my head while I am listening, Tracii is playing live on stage, and I am front-row right in front of him, soaking up with every sense, the moment.

But let’s back up a bit.

1975 was a seminal year for me. It was the year I decided I wanted to play drums, and it was the year I took an active interest in photography. I was five at the time. Thanks to the music of Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys, and a couple of photographers named Linda McCartney and  L.A. based photographer Greg Papazian.

Uncle Art was cool enough to allow this little kid, hang out with him and his friends. CHOM FM would play in the background while Art and his friends would flip through rock magazines. Here I was this five year old kid hanging out with a bunch of fifteen to twenty year olds, while they chilled, played cards and listening to music. I loved it, it was my sanctuary. I would sit quietly out of the way, and just listen as they talked about the music playing, and the photographs in the magazines. They would discuss for hours on end the merit of this song, or that song. Who played it better? The meaning of the lyrics, how “deep” a note went, the crunch of the electric guitar. How cool so and so looked in that shot. And they would ask me what I thought, including me in the conversations. They were teens in the mid seventies in Montreal, had long hair, and cool clothes. Leather jackets and denim, like their heroes in the bands they listened to. That bedroom in that little house on the east end of Montreal is where my rock n’ roll journey began.

In the fall of 1975 I would buy my first albums at a local record store. I knew I wanted a Beach Boy album, and I had enough money saved up to buy a second album. I had hoped that Art would come along to advise me as to what to buy because I wanted something that wasn’t my mom and dad’s music. I wanted something like the music I heard on the FM station and like what Art and his friends listened to. I ended up purchasing a K-Tel album with a bunch of different bands playing songs on it. I figured it was the best way to own new music.The first song I fell i love with on that record was “Smoking’ In The Boys Room” by Brownsville Station. I had hoped when I bought the album that I would have new songs to play my drums along to. But it was the guitar playing that caught my attention. The twang, the rhythm and the way it sounded. Yeah, I loved the drums in it as well, but it really did catch my attention because of the guitar. It’s a balls out blues tune done rock n’ roll.

The music photography of the early seventies until the late1980’s would show case some of the best photography ever done. Before the internet and modern social media, bands and musicians used photographs in magazines to define their image and look. The record labels had long ago realized you could sell more records if your band was being showcased in a music magazine. It was also the era of the fanzine as independent writers, journalists and photographers documented the local scene. It was the era as a teen that you hung posters of the bands you loved on your bedroom walls. And many went a step further, like myself, cutting photos out of magazines to pin to on our walls. Punk and Metal came of age, and Generation X grew into teens and young adults. Raised on the photographs, posters and the FM waves we grew into young adults as we searched for our own identities. Static images had been our visual medium of consumption, that is until video came along and killed a radio star.

As a teenager I got five dollars a week allowance, so it would take me three weeks of saving to buy a new album which was anywhere from ten to fifteen dollars. Birthday, christmas or any gift money went towards music. In a month I could save and buy one album and one to two rock magazines. Babysitting and odd jobs were a means to an end. It was an era where a lot of the time that meant I bought an album without hearing more than one song on it. Other times you bought because you had liked the artwork, or photos on the album cover. Or maybe your friends had talked about it, or you had read about it in Circus or Hit Parader magazine.

My friends and I would make agreements as to who bought what album so that we could get together and share them. I’d buy Metallica, Rod would buy Ozzy Osbourne, Jay would buy Def Leppard. My friends and I would trade albums with one another so that each of us, could get a chance to hear new music. You went out and bought the albums for yourself so that you could look at the photos, the artwork, and the credits and if you were lucky, the lyrics while listening to the album play. You went to concerts and bought T-shirts, posters, back patches and tour books and when you got home from the concert, you’d share it all with your friends the following day.

Back to the guitar…

I’m a Randy Rhoads guy. Yes, I appreciate what Jimi Hendrix did. But I prefer the sound, the tones and the classical influence of Randy’s playing. Randy was a metal/hard-rock/classical guitarist. Those iconic photos of him with his Les Paul and Jackson V are forever burned into my memory. That first time I heard Crazy Train by Ozzy off of the Blizzard of Ozz album, I was blown away. In that moment I knew I would never ever play that good, and I was okay with that. I didn’t have to. I knew right then and there, I wanted to either play in bands and with people who could play like that, or somehow be part of the scene. Maybe I would be a roadie, maybe a guitar tech, maybe a lighting guy. I didn’t care what I did, as long as I was part of it. Over the years I played in bands, worked as a lighting tech, help promote shows and gigs, created gig posters, designed album covers and T-shirts, and have done roadie more than I care to admit.

To this day I can’t play guitar to save my life. That is on me. I have owned some beautiful guitars over the years including a 1986 USA made Kramer, but I never put the time and effort in to really learn. There was always something else I wanted to do, and I liked singing, so I would work on vocals. I did however fill my life with guitar players. Starting with Rod Coulter who had been a childhood friend and it has continued to players like Benny Kemp who plays in a rising speed metal band Roadrash. They are my friends, they are people I call Brother and Sister, they are my Rock n’ Roll Family. They have been my mentors and others have been my protege. We’re a family and I am so grateful for that.

At fourty-eight years of age, I still love my music loud. I love my punk more than ever, and am still listening to my metal. I still air guitar along to the songs I love. If I know the words odds are I am going to be singing along. I still think of putting a band together form time to time and recording album, maybe one day I will. These days though, I am happy to be the Photographer. I love photographing musicians and their instruments. I am an editorial music photographer. I’m there to document the moment and in the process make the musicians look good. I am shooting first and foremost for the musicians. I am also an artist, so i want to have something that means something to myself as well as the musician in question.

At this stage in my life my photographs have been published in music magazines, used as album covers, album art work, promo posters and T-shirts. I’d like to think I have my own style, and I thank my mentors for taking the time to teach me how to do what I now do so well. Thank you Mike, Scott, Greg and Frank - my shots wouldn’t be what they are without your tutelage.

Guitars the photographic series, is my tribute to the instruments first created by Leo Fender and Les Paul all those years ago. It’s about the players and the instruments that define rock music. The photographs within the series is for the musicians who play the notes. It may just be “a piece of wood, with six metal strings” but in the hands of a musician who knows how to play, it is tool of magic. It’s my attempt as an artist to create a visual representation of the moment, the energy, the sound being played. To capture in colour and monochrome, the feel of it all, at that moment the music is playing. The use of noise and grain to match the distortion and saturation of the Marshall amps. It is my humble attempt as an artist to say Thank You.

You can look at the photographs without music playing, but it’s better if you have the song turned up.

Playlist: L.A. Guns - I’d Love to Change The World https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSog8WmD6uQ

Brownsville Station - Smoking’ In The Boys Room https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5K59EMGgrUA

Kiss - Detroit Rock City https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZq3i94mSsQ

Ozzy Osbourne - Crazy Train https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vy1V5LHXWbg

Ozzy Osbourne - Mr. Crowley (live 1981) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3LvhdFEOqs

April Wine - Don’t Push Me Around https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWiU8rkA_yU

Alvin Lee - Detroit Diesel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXedZ_EsI_4

Savage - Handful of Rain https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7EeM2AK1gA

Toccata - Carpimus Noctem https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOANxP5ZvuY

Megadeth - Tornado of Souls https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lcm9qqo_qB0

Joe Satriani - Always With Me, Always With You https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VI57QHL6ge0

Social Distortion - Prison Bound (live) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIWHlIhvt3Y

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