#do you guys remember the you will be my jesus and i will be you john the baptist DO YOU GUYS FUCKING REMEMBER THE CONFESSION

[mooncustafer]

Transcript:

Ever been surfing?

Once, and I nearly fucking killed meself. We were in Hawaii and I said I must surf. Jesus, I been buying surfing records for years, you know, I’ve got to try it. So I rented a board and paddled out with all these other guys. The wahines were on the beach. Woodies. Surfer’s paradise, right? I look off in the distance and there’s a huge wave coming. I said to one of the guys, “What do I do?” And he said [Moon goes into a cool, anonymous American voice], “Well, okay, buddy, all you got to do when you see that wave there comin’, she hits boy she hits and you want to be travelling at relatively the same speed, so you paddle.” Perfectly logical. I said great. And then this solid wall of water came. All of a sudden this bloody thing hit me up the arse and I move from like doing two miles an hour to two hundred! I’m hanging on to the sides of the bloody board, y’see, and I hear: “Stand up, man!” Stand up? So I stand up and I look up and there’s water all around me, I’m in a great funnel, a great big sort of tube of water. And then I see the coral reef coming up. I’d only been on me feet for about two seconds, but it seemed like a fucking lifetime. Sod it! Sod it! I fell off, the wave crashed down on the reef, the board went backwards and then was thrown up in the air by the water. I surfaced, shook me ‘ead and relaxed. Then I looked up and saw this bloody board coming from about sixty feet in the air straight at me ‘ead. I went underwater and it went ssssshh-wwwoooom! I’ve got a bald patch ever since where it scraped me skull. Ah-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha! Jan and Dean never told it like it really was. Certainly bloody didn’t!

Was it on this tour you had your infamous birthday party?

Yes. That’s how I lost me front tooth. In Flint, Michigan. We had a show that night. We were all around the ‘Oliday Inn pool. ‘Erman’s ‘Ermits and meself. I was 21 and they started giving me presents. Somebody gave me a portable bar and somebody else the portable booze. I’d started drinking about ten o’clock in the morning and I can’t remember the show. Then the record companies ‘ad booked a big room in the ‘otel, one of the conference rooms, for a party. As the hours went on, it got louder and louder, and everybody started getting well out of their minds, well stoned. The pool was the obvious target. Everybody started jumping in the pool with their clothes on.

The Premier Drum Company ‘ad given me a ‘uge birthday cake, with like five drums stacked up on top of each other. As the party degenerated into a slanging, I picked up the cake, all five tiers, and hurled it at the throng. People’d started picking up the pieces and ‘urling it about. Everybody was covered in marzipan and icing sugar and fruitcake. The manager ‘eard the fracas and came in. There it was, his great carpet, stained irrevocably with marzipan and fruitcake trodden in, and everybody dancing about with their trousers off. By the time the sheriff came in I was standing there in me underpants. I ran out, jumped into the first car I came to, which was a brand new Lincoln Continental. It was parked on a slight hill and when I took the handbrake off, it started to roll and it smashed straight through this pool surround [fence] and the whole Lincoln Continental went into the ‘Oliday Inn swimming pool, with me in it. Ah-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!

So there I was, sitting in the eight-foot-six in the driver’s seat of a Lincoln Continental, underwater. And the water was pouring in—coming in through the bloody pedal ‘oles in the floorboard, you know, squirting in through the windows. In a startling moment of logical I said, “Well, I can’t open the doors until the pressure is the same…” It’s amazing ‘ow I remembered those things from my physics class! I knew I’d ‘ave to wait until the pressure was the same.

So I’m sitting there, thinking about me situation, as the water creeps up to me nose. Today I can think of less outrageous ways of going than drowning in a Lincoln Continental in a ‘Oliday Inn swimming pool, but at that time I ‘ad no thoughts of death whatsoever. There was none of that all-me-life-passing-before-me-eyes-in-a-flash. I was busy planning. I knew if I panicked, I’d ‘ave ‘ad it. So when there’s just enough air in the top of the car to take a gulp, I fill up me lungs, throw open the door and go rising to the top of the pool. I figured there’d be quite a crowd gathered by now. After all, I’d been down there underwater for some time. I figured they’d be so grateful I was alive, they’d overlook the Lincoln Continental. But no. There’s only one person standing there and ‘e’s the pool cleaner and 'e’s got to have the pool clean in the morning, and he’s furious.

So I went back to the party, streaming water, still in me underpants. The first person I see is the sheriff and he’s got ‘is ‘and on ‘is gun. Sod this! And I ran, I started to leg it out the door, and I slipped on a piece of marzipan and fell flat on me face and knocked out me tooth. Ah-ha-ha-Ha-Ha-Hahaha!

I spent the remainder of the night under the custody of the sheriff at a dentist’s. The dentist couldn’t give me any anesthetic because I was pissed out me mind. So ‘e ‘ad to rip out what was left of the tooth and put a false one in, and the next day I spent a couple of hours in the nick [jail]. The boys ‘ad chartered me a plane because they ‘ad to leave on an earlier flight. The sheriff took me out in the law car and he puts me on the plane and says [American accent], “Son, don’t ever dock in Flint, Michigan, again.” I said, “Dear boy, I wouldn’t dream of it.” And I was lisping around the new tooth, Ah-Haha Hahaha!

By now I’d learned ‘ow destructive we’d all been. During the merriment someone ‘ad upset all the fire extinguishers and turned them on all the cars in the car park. Six of them ‘ad to ‘ave new paint jobs; the paint all peeled off. We’d also destroyed a piano. Completely destroyed it. Reduced it to kindling. And don’t forget the carpet. And the Lincoln Continental in the bottom of the pool. So I got a bill for $24,000. Ah-Hahahaha! I wasn’t earning ‘alf that on the tour, and I’d spent everything by the time I’d got to Flint, Michigan. I was in debt up past me eyebrows before this ‘appened. Luckily, ‘Erman’s Ermits and the boys split it up, about 30 of us all gave a thousand dollars each. It was like a religious ceremony as we all came up and dropped a thousand dollars into a big ‘at and sent it off to the ‘Oliday Inn with a small compliments card with “Balls” written across it – and the words, “See you soon.” Ah-ha-ha-Ha-Ha-Ha Ha-ho-Hahaha!

How did the stuttering effect in “My Generation” evolve?

Pete had written out the words and gave them to Roger in the studio. He’d never seen them before, he was unfamiliar with the words, so when he read them through the first time, he stuttered. Kit was producing us then and when Roger stuttered, Kit said [Oxonian accent]: “We leave it in; leave in the stuttering.” When we realized what’d happened, it knocked us all sideways. And it happened simply because Roger couldn’t read the words.

So the Beachcombers was a surfing band, sort of?

Sort of. It relied on vocals more than instruments. As I’m a disgusting singer… I mean, the boys don’t let me sing. I don’t blame them. I sometimes forget meself and join in and they have to come down on me: “Moon… out!” I mean I even get sent offstage during “Behind Blue Eyes” just in case I forget meself. It’s the only number of the Who’s that really requires precise harmony. The rest of it’s all: Yeeeaaaahhhh-Magic-Bus!” We shout. It doesn’t matter. So they send me off during “Blue Eyes” because either I’m buggering about and I put the boys off or I try to sing and really put them off.

The wild adventures of driving a car into a pool/surfing in Hawaii (while he couldn’t even swim properly) in Keith’s own words🥺and I just realized that the stuttering in My Generation was because Roger couldn’t read Pete’s words initially lol

From Rolling Stone magazine interview

[mmmairon]

I fear my hands may always be stained red

[flintsilvers]

people who did not watch vikings s1 through 3 do Not understand the enormity of ragnar and athelstan, the viking earl who kidnapped the christian monk and the two of them spent the rest of their lives falling harder and harder in love with each other to the point that when the christian monk died the viking earl (now king) had the bishop of paris baptize him so they could be reunited in heaven and later tried to kill himself but didnt manage to and spent the followong 10 years away from everything and everyone and only came back to die at the hands of the other king who was psychosexually obsessed with the monk

[mearchy]

I used to read a lot of really really dark sad whump fics pretty much exclusively. Characters getting absolutely mentally and physically annihilated in the worst, most soul-crushing circumstances possible. Lots of hurt no comfort. Lots of apocalypses. Over the past five or six years, I’ve turned to reading mostly stories about characters getting dogs and having adventures with them, or growing old together, or escaping bad circumstances against all odds. Fix-it AUs. Slice-of-life fics. I’m not necessarily a happier person. I think I just value those stories more than I did. Something something the dystopia is here something something wisdom comes with age. Dykwim

[todayisafridaynight]

reasons number A Million why not every rgg character needs to be +6ft he looks so fuckin stretched out. actually got put in the willy wonka taffy puller

[mel-loly]

-“The mistletoe tradition...

It doesn't always have to be done like everyone else does!”. -Mel, the Creator.

@alsomanple/@manpleblog

[carcarrot]

OLD MEN WERE TEMPTING ME...........

[bubblepopsims]

R: "This is not fucking real... this... no... no. No." Ruby was moving into a stage of denial, quickly rising to her feet wiping the tears from her stone face, and throwing the boxes and pregnancy tests away. "out of sight out of mind." She stripped herself and headed into the shower to begin her morning like she did any other.

Release some tension... and avoiding a big situation. check. Enter Ruby's headphones here

(I don't wanna know all your secrets 'cause I'll tell It's hard enough being alone with myself)

(I don't know how long I'll be holding on I know you tried your hardest, I know that you meant well)

(But you pushed me to the edge and I slipped, and then I fell I don't know how long I'll be holding on)

(Like a villain, I couldn't be I didn't need it, it needed me)

(Like a villain, I couldn't be I didn't need it, it needed me)

R: "you got to be kidding me..."

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[felixisfruity]

dude my family has GOT to acknowledge their problems. if you get into an argument and then pretend it never happened it‘s not making SHIT better. im so sick of this

[theosjunkdrawer]

Something about procrastinating booking a hotel for a wedding until 2 days before the deadline and then being told they'll call back for 2 days straight and now it's 11:35pm and in 25 minutes it is technically too late to confirm this shit and I Know The Person At The Desk By Name Because She's Been There All Day and I still haven't got a call back. I am out of school and still procrastinating deadlines continue to tear my stomach up

[glsneeg-enthusiast]

WHAT THE FUCK AM I TWEAKING 😭😭😭😭😭

[dolokhoded]

NOOOOO THE TRANSFORMED WIFE i had literally erased her from my memory until i just read your tags 😭

she comes to me in nightmares occasionally and i think it's a figment of my imagination but then i remember than no actually that's a real person those things really were said in real life and i want to explode the planet earth

[todayisafridaynight]

sometimes i get nishiki i really do

[themyscirah]

Started thinking about the Amanda Waller + Ben Turner relationship again.... fuck, I'm gonna need a minute

[barnabybrainrot]

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[sharkieboi]

i keep having to like fight for my life at the pharmacy to get prescriptions filled and I had a call with my T doctor that was supposed to be a few weeks follow up about switching to T gel, but I haven’t yet gotten the fucking gel because insurance sent it back for prior authorization and this guy is too fucking overbooked to remember to do that and/or this hospital just fucking sucks at communicating between doctors and the pharmacy.

so we had our call to check in and im desperately just like can you do the prior authorization so I can actually start this med like fucking PLEASE I’m so tired!! and he responded “are you okay you sound pretty distressed” and I was clenching my fists to try and respond cause YES. I AM DISTRESSED. I keep having to call and fight for every medicine I need to function as a basic human being and be the person I want to be! I’m so dysphoric right now I want to die but my hands shake like a fucking vibrator every time I try and stab myself so I need to switch my method of T to something not a needle! and I’m constantly fighting for my life to get my adhd meds filled and not to be a meth-head but i legit don’t know how I functioned for 27 fucking years and made it through GRAD SCHOOL without meds cause my brain is so much clearer and I function so much better when I can actually get my thoughts in order and focus for real.

so yeah!! I’m in distress!!! I want my brain to work and I want my body to look and function how I need it to!! and this doctor’s blasé attitude to not being able to get my prescriptions filled is going to be the death of me!!!