ComfortablyNumb95
Bluelight Crew
Rome of course.
makes sense, although many italian cities have interesting stuff to see Rome is probably the most famous
Rome of course.
That is so fucking awesome other than NMH. Not a fan. I know the guys from moon taxi and cage the elephant thats about it. Lurve Dr dog! I am getting ready to go do the set list I posted in my set list thread b/c I feel you on set lists. I think I might throw in no destruction I can nail the vocals on it but the guitar chords are so undefined during the chorus IDK. You have an awesome little set up it sounds like. I am super jelly tbhBecause I'm friends with the band of Montreal and Foxygen was opening for them and then I made the foxygen forum (which is currently down at the moment) Rado is completely normal. Sam France is batshit insane, totally my kind of dude.
I have loads of Indie bands that I have stories of that I have met and hung out with from Yeasayer to Animal Collective, from Islands to Dr. Dog, Neutral Milk Hotel, The War On Drugs, the list goes on brotha. I can make peoples dreams come true, if they really want to meet their favorite artist, just bring me to a show with you, I always pull it off. There are some BLers who can vouch for that, guest lists and meeting their favorite band type shit..
Basically me:
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Kinda, but seriously, it's not as much a groupie thing as it's a hand shake/hug, I give them a drawing I've done as a thank you for supplying me with awesome music that soundtracks my life.
I'm also a whore for set lists. You should see my scrapbook(lol) full of setlists hah..
Sometimes when a player plays, a player pays.
In North Carolina in 1866, Tom Dooley and his lover Laura Foster supposedly planned to elope. On the morning of May 25, she packed a small bag and sneaked away on her horse in the pre-dawn hours. She wasn’t seen alive again.
Tom fled a few days later, after the whispers began. Some months hence, Laura’s body was discovered in a shallow grave, stabbed once in the heart.
Those are the facts. But here’s where it gets messy.
Apparently, Tom was quite the ladies’ man. Prior to Laura, he was hot and heavy with Anne Melton. They may or may not have still been an item when he may or may not have gotten Laura pregnant. Either way, Anne had some powerful strong feelings for Dooley. (The three aforementioned—along with Anne’s cousin Pauline—were all treated for venereal disease around the same time. Evidently, there wasn’t enough to keep people busy in rural North Carolina.)
There were many suspects available since Laura, too, had a reputation for throwing her legs in the air and waving them like she just didn’t care. But when the police issued arrest warrants, only two names made the final list: Tom and Anne.
Anne was taken into custody immediately. During her trial, cousin Pauline testified that Anne had led her to Laura’s grave to check that it was still well hidden and undisturbed, and Pauline later led the police to the site. That’s strike one. Also, a posse member testified that Anne’s handkerchief was found in the grave. That’s strike two. Not looking so good for Anne. But strike three never came.
Tom as tracked down in Tennessee with the help of James Grayson, who turned him in to the authorities. There was no evidence against Dooley, so it’s unclear upon what basis he was convicted, other than hearsay and conjecture. He always maintained his innocence, but on the night before his execution he privately wrote out a statement saying he had acted alone. With no hope for himself, he could still save Anne. In public, however, moments before his death on the gallows, he swore to God he had nothing to do with Laura’s murder.
Few accounts nowadays agree on anything, except that Tom Dooley probably didn’t kill Laura Foster. At least, not by himself. He may have conspired with Anne Melton, or she may have acted alone in a fit of jealousy. Or it may have been a third party. Any which way, he took the fall for his former lover. Rumors swirled for years in North Carolina about Tom’s innocence and how he likely prevented Anne from dancing at the end of a noose.
Ian's suicide: in a lonely place
In the early hours of May 18th 1980, two months before his 24th birthday, Ian Curtis committed suicide at his home in Macclesfield.
Shortly before the end of Ian's life, his wife Deborah had started divorce proceedings and Ian was no longer living at the family home. In April 1980 Ian was admitted to hospital after taking an overdose of his epilepsy medication. As in many such cases, it is not clear whether this was a genuine suicide attempt or simply a plea for help. What is clear is that by the last month of his life Ian found that the pressures on him were greater than ever, not least because of the need to prepare for the band's first American tour.
On Saturday May 17th, Ian cancelled arrangements to meet friends and returned to his home in Barton Street. Deborah was working behind the bar at a local disco, and had left Natalie with her parents while she was at work. While she was out Ian watched Stroszek, a film by Werner Herzog. When Deborah returned, she and Ian talked for a while, then Ian persuaded her to stay the night at her parents' house.
Alone again in the house, Ian listened to Iggy Pop and wrote a long letter to his estranged wife. In the early hours of Sunday morning he hanged himself in the kitchen using the rope from a clothes airer. His body was found by Deborah when she returned later the same day.
Many theories have been advanced to explain Ian's suicide, but none of these can be proved. It has been claimed that Ian had a morbid desire to emulate those of his heroes who had died young. The most likely reason was depression, but no-one can agree about whether he was depressed by his epilepsy, by the effects of the drugs he was taking to control it, by the break-up of his marriage, or by worries about the forthcoming American tour.
People who were with him shortly before his death give conflicting accounts of his state of mind. Some were left with the impression that he was dreading the American tour and the travelling involved. Others say that he was looking forward to the tour with excitement. A third view, advanced by Deborah Curtis, is that the prospect of touring did not worry him because he knew that he would not be going! Although no-one can agree on whether Ian's suicide was long planned or an impulsive decision, most people do agree that his illness and drug regime affected his judgement.
A few days after his death, Ian's body was cremated at Macclesfield Crematorium. Deborah Curtis had the words Love Will Tear Us Apart inscribed on Ian's memorial stone.
With the benefit of hindsight, some warnings of the eventual outcome can be found in Ian's behaviour and in some of his writing. Unfortunately Ian had a secretive nature, and was good at concealing his feelings from others. He even managed to conceal his epilepsy until he actually had a fit. He certainly managed to conceal any suicidal tendencies from those around him, so the true reason for his death will remain obscure. Perhaps it is better not to speculate and to let Ian Curtis rest in peace.
Street Spirit' is our purest song, but I didn't write it.... It wrote itself. We were just its messengers... Its biological catlysts. It's core is a complete mystery to me... and (pause) you know, I wouldn't ever try to write something that hopeless... All of our saddest songs have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve... 'Street Spirit' has no resolve... It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end. It represents all tragic emotion that is so hurtful that the sound of that melody is its only definition. We all have a way of dealing with that song... It's called detachment... Especially me.. I detach my emotional radar from that song, or I couldn't play it... I'd crack. I'd break down on stage.. that's why its lyrics are just a bunch of mini-stories or visual images as opposed to a cohesive explanation of its meaning... I used images set to the music that I thought would convey the emotional entirety of the lyric and music working together... That's what's meant by 'all these things are one to swallow whole'.. I meant the emotional entirety, because I didn't have it in me to articulate the emotion... (pause) I'd crack.... Our fans are braver than I to let that song penetrate them, or maybe they don't realize what they're listening to.. They don't realize that 'Street Spirit' is about staring the fucking devil right in the eyes... and knowing, no matter what the hell you do, he'll get the last laugh...and it's real...and true. The devil really will get the last laugh in all cases without exception, and if I let myself think about that to long, I'd crack. I can't believe we have fans that can deal emotionally with that song... That's why I'm convinced that they don't know what it's about. It's why we play it towards the end of our sets. It drains me, and it shakes me, and hurts like hell everytime I play it, looking out at thousands of people cheering and smiling, oblivious to the tragedy of it's meaning, like when you're going to have your dog put down and it's wagging it's tail on the way there. That's what they all look like, and it breaks my heart.
I wish that song hadn't picked us as its catalysts, and so I don't claim it. It asks too much. (very long pause). I didn't write that song.