#black sabbath the video collection

[babygorewhore]

I’ll follow you until you love me.

The moment Eddie Munson saw you, he thought you were perfect and once he finds your social media, it gives him insight into your world. But he can’t get enough of you. Eddie can’t stop himself from acting on his desire to follow you. Eddie is determined to make you his. But maybe he’s not as subtle as he thinks.

This is my installment of a shared universe with a mutual. Who will be writing her installment of this universe soon.

Warnings! Smut! 18plus only! Stalker! Eddie. Obsession. Oral! Fem recieving! Unprotected PnV! Fem reader is alternative/goth in this. Eddie is a Bartender. I’m sick and I edited once so if you saw mistakes ignore them.

Eddie knew he was breaking some sort of code. But he couldn’t find it in himself to stop. He was…addicted. You weren’t even friends. Friendly at best. He knew you for only a couple of weeks. Your parents owned his favorite music store and he was sorting through the collection of Black Sabbath CDs when he saw you for the first time in the same aisle.

He immediately fell for you. Everything about you was perfect. Your body. Your face. Your clothes. Your voice. Eddie was completely mesmerized when you both had a conversation about why CDs were essential to the music listening experience. It took everything in him not to kiss you and ruin your pretty lipstick.

As soon as he was alone in his van, he yanked out his phone. Typed in your name and hunted for any sign of accounts you had. He didn’t even use his social media but you would be the exception. You were everything. After several minutes, he finally found your pretty picture. He sighed and leaned back in the seat.

It was your instagram. And in your bio you listed your tik tok, twitter and even your Facebook. Jackpot. Eddie’s eyes scanned over your uploads, his breathing getting heavier. It was almost as if he had a taste of your life. Your world.

The whole week in between his shift at work and when he came home, he devoured everything you posted. He watched every video you reposted, he needed to know your humor, your likes, your dislikes. He couldn’t tear himself away from looking at you.

One night, you posted your work schedule for the next week at the music store. And that’s when he decided he needed to see you again.

His shift ended at the Hawkins bar two hours after he originally planned because some fuckwad didn’t know how to show up on time. The music store would only be open for another hour so he raced to his van and probably broke three laws speeding to the building.

He speedily parked, exited and practiced in his head what he would say. He needs a copy of the band you liked Bad Omens. You posted about them all the time. Eddie needed the physical copy. Something you both talked about so it wouldn’t be weird if he asked for a disc. He inhaled and pushed open the door, glancing around as the bell rung. A collection of people were here, he tried to keep his cool. The CDS. His hair was tied into a bun and he wore all black just like you always did. He shook his head and confidently strides to the shelves.

It was different. More organized. All the decades were correct. Everything was straightened. You had the magic touch. Eddie smiled when his fingers grazed over the plastic, you had touched these. He saw Bad omens right away, but he came here for help. He purposely took a step back and wore a confused expression.

“Eddie?” There. There you were. His cock twitched. Goosebumps rose on his skin. He didn’t turn right away, no. You wouldn’t get it that easy. As badly as he wanted to turn around and-

Your hand gently grazed his shoulder. He wanted to rip off his leather jacket to feel your fingers on his bare skin and his breath shuddered. Finally, he shifted in your direction. Eddie almost kissed you. He had to plant his feet heavily on the floor to prevent himself. Your eyes were soft, searching his brown irises. Small crinkles around your brows showed hours of work but your mouth was curved into a polite, curious smile. You wore all black, a bad omens shirt, leggings and boots. A small name tag was right above your heart. You looked perfect. But he focused on your lipstick, the same you wore that first day. He wanted to smear your makeup. Make it run down your face while you were on your knees. He wanted to grip your hair and guide you through-

“It is Eddie, right? Don’t tell me I forgot.” He jerked his head.

“Yes. It’s Eddie. I’m glad you’re here. I’m in serious need of a music recommendation,” Eddie internally melted when you flashed him a grin.

“Well, I’m happy to assist you. I’m assuming you want this in the form of a CD?” You gave him a knowing look.

He clapped his hands. “ You remembered that. Yes. Always.” You giggled and you extended your hand towards the collection of CDs on the shelves.

“What sound are you looking for? I know you like metal. But do you want a classic recommendation, something underrated or unknown?” You sounded so considerate. You were doing your job, he knew that. But he clung to whatever interest you gave him.

“Honestly, what are you listening too? I want something different. You can only listen to so much Metallica and Black Sabbath,” Eddie dramatically pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

You nodded in kind. “Your secret is safe with me. But I can’t believe you’re actually asking for my opinion.”

“Why? I mean, I’d assume someone who shares my appreciation for metal has great taste.” He saw you from the corner of his eye, you dip your head down for a second. He needed to pace this conversation, withhold what he knows. He just needs to keep hearing your voice. He was almost trembling from the way you were accepting his attempts at charm.

“I mean-If I’m being honest. My favorite band is Bad Omens.” Eddie raised his eyebrows and nodded towards your shirt. His shoulders relaxed. Finally. This was how it went in his head.

“I haven’t listened to them. I’ve seen them on tik tok, but I just haven’t dived in.” He hoped you believed his lie.

“Excuse me?” You both turned and a older man stood at the entrance. Wearing a guns and roses shirt and light blue jeans. “I need help.”

Eddie’s chest burned. No, no, no. He just got you talking. You face him with a shadow of disappointment dancing across your features. He wanted to scream at the man but he had to stay calm. He couldn’t risk you seeing him differently. You didn’t hardly know him.

Yet.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. Gotta help him. But the CD is right there, and if you ring the bell someone will check you out. It was nice seeing you! I hope you like it!”

He was struggling to bury his anger even long after he paid for the album and made his way home. Eddie paced his room. You. You were so beautiful. So sweet. He wanted to keep listening to you talk. He wanted to know every single band you loved. He wanted-no, he needed more of you. He dug his phone out of his pocket.

Settling on his bed, knees spread apart, his thump quickly found your profile. You had so many followers. So many people watching, commenting and sharing with you online. He clenched his jaw when he looked at your story. Eddie blinked at the loud music attached. You had a closed lipped smile and your eyes were shut. And the caption talked about how much you hated rude customers. But then he recognized the song. It was Bad Omens.

He chewed his bottom lip. Was that because of him? Were you thinking about him? The same way he thought of you? He turned up the volume. Listened carefully. Was this song on the album he bought? He picked up the bag and yanked out the plastic, reading the song list on the back . Yes. It was. Eddie pressed the CD against his chest. You touched it. He brought it higher, over his chin until his lips pressed against it. He held it against his mouth, while he stared at your photo.

Eddie had memorized your work schedule. Maybe he could stop by again tomorrow. Fuck, he couldn’t. He had to work and It was too soon. You would be confused.

He couldn’t fit anymore CDs on his shelf but he would fucking build a new one if that meant he could buy more from you.

The next day he was in his car. Parked across the street with a few cars giving distance from the music store. He didn’t plan it. He was going into work in a hour. But He just needed to see you. Just look at you. That’s it. A death of Peace of mind album was playing in his van and his jaw was clenching so hard from waiting for you to step out. He had fell asleep with his phone on his chest from frantically scrolling on your profile last night.

He didn’t know how his resolution disappeared so quickly. But he couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet you were. How quickly his conversation with you ended. He couldn’t stand it. He needed more. Eddie’s breathing shortened when the entrance opened and you stepped out. You adjusted your bag, shuffled to close the door behind you and cast your search around the direction of the street.

He gripped the steering wheel, so hard his hands trembled as you moved aside for a stranger. You smiled brightly then you started to walk in the opposite direction. His eyes trailed down your body. Black jeans, black hoodie and converse. They lingered on the curve of your thighs in those pants. But he frowned. Were you walking home? You didn’t have a car?

Without a second thought, he turned the keys. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going overboard. He had work. He needed to leave. Soon. But god damn he just needed to make sure you got home safe. His van came alive and he maneuvered onto the street. There was a stop light coming, and he sped up to try and beat it before it turned red. He didn’t know how he would remain invisible as he followed you, but he had to try.

Eddie wasn’t sure how he managed, but you didn’t turn to see his van. Your apartment wasn’t far from the store thank fuck. He settled across the street, behind two cars. The same tactic he used earlier. You jogged up the driveway, where there wasnt a car. His suspicions confirmed. The complex wasn’t big, it looked similar to his own.

He glanced at the clock. He needed to get going. He hated being late. But your address was seared into his mind. He would never forget it. Eddie pulled out his phone, frantically clicking on your instagram. You had a new story. You were smiling, an adorable grin and your fingers were held in a peace sign. The caption said you were finally home. He wanted to help you relax. Spread your legs and make you see stars and never think about a stressful day again.

His dick was growing hard as he imagined your sweet face. Covered in his cum. Your eyeliner running down your cheeks. His hand ghosted the center of his pants before he stopped.

No. No he wouldn’t touch himself. He needed you. He needed to cum inside you. You deserved better than him jerking off in his car before he had the privilege of being with you. Eddie exhaled, forcing himself to drive.

The night shift was always packed. Plus as the manager, he was responsible for training and handling reckless drinkers. His hair was tied up, his usual style for his shift and his sleeves were rolled up, muscles flexing as he slid a glass to a guest. But his mind was a whirlwind. He hadn’t been able to check his phone. What were you doing? Were you relaxing? He was buzzing with energy. He hadn’t even told Steve about you yet, who apparently was busy with his own infatuation. Eddie kept looking at the clock. He had to stay over again but closing was coming soon. Halloween was in just a few days. What were you going to do? Dress up? Go to a party? Fuck, he needed to know.

He had fucking fell asleep before he had a chance to look at your instagram when he got home well after 3am. He crashed on his couch, still wearing his work clothes with his phone in his pocket where it died. Eddie practically shoved the end of the charger into his phone, his leg bouncing from waiting for it to turn back on. He knew he should have charged it. Now, it would take longer to see you.

He wanted to touch himself as he imagined your lips wrapped around him, choking on his dick as his hand is gripping your hair. His hand even drifted to his crotch until he stopped himself. No, he promised himself he wouldn’t cum until it was inside you. You were his. He checked his phone again as it finally came back to life. His fingers were frantic as they clicked on your name.

You uploaded a new story. Eddie sighed in relief. As it came up, your face looked tired. You weren’t smiling, instead you were holding up a glass, clinking it with another glass belonging to your best friend. His chest tightened. He wanted to be there. He wanted to drink with you, hold you and take care of you. You had to walk home. And he had to fucking work. He swiped to the next story.

It was this morning, he knew only because of the time included. Just an hour ago. You were smiling this time. It was your day off and you were thrilled to to go the Halloween store today. Eddie couldn’t stop looking at your bright eyes, the excitement and he needed to see it again. In person.

He had to try. He would go the store. Pretend he was looking for a Halloween costume. But when? You didn’t give a time. It didn’t matter. He would stay all day and wait. It was his day off too.

Eddie threw himself in the shower, got dressed and drove to the store. It didn’t matter if it was an hour away. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t planned dressing up, or that he would have to swap schedules. You were on his mind. Whatever you were doing, he wanted to be a part of it.

Bad omens played loudly in his van as he came into the parking lot. Eddie’s heart started to hammer as he unbuckled and stepped out. His neck was warm at the thought of hearing your voice again so he tied his hair up.

Opening the door, he was greeted with gruesome decor, rows of costumes and several people shopping. Fuck, how was he supposed to find you? If you were even here yet? His shoe tapped impatiently as he was torn on where to go. Costumes. That’s where he’d start. But what kind? Sexy? Scary? in between?

As he walked down the section, he pretended to search. His rings occasionally getting caught in the fabrics and plastic. He wasn’t interested in this. He didn’t want to participate without you. Oh god, who drove you here? Were you going to be alone? He didn’t think about that. He just moved. Eddie dug out his phone from his pocket.

“Hey, Eddie! Is that you?”

He froze.

Eddie turned around and there you were.

This time, you were wearing a dress. A black one. With a matching sweater and combat boots. But his eyes fell to the tattoo on your chest. He hadn’t seen it because you always wore higher neck tops. Eddie almost salivated. Your makeup was dark again with your apparent favorite lipstick. He wanted to touch your skin, run his tongue along the art. He knew you would taste sweet. So sweet.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Eddie dropped into a serious expression. “Are you following me?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “No, I just saw you-“ Then he grinned. He knew he was such a tease.

“I’m joking, sweets. I’m just here for my Halloween costume.” Such a fucking lie. But he needed to establish a common ground.

You sighed in relief.

“Me too. We had the same idea.” You didn’t protest at the nickname. Eddie tried not to smirk. You were happy to see him. He had to ball his fists to keep from touching you.

“What are you going as? I haven’t decided.” Eddie forced himself to sound light hearted but he truly needed an idea. You set the stage on his actions.

You gestured, “Follow me and I’ll show you.”

And then you stuck out your hand. Eddie thought he would bust in his pants. He accepted as you gently guided him to the other side of the store, where a large amount of costumes were hanging on the wall. Your grip was firm, warm and steady. You were confident in taking his hand. Eddie’s eyes were glued to your lower half, covered by the fitted dress. Your calves peeked out from the slits on the side. He saw more ink. How many tattoos did you have? He wanted to explore them. Compare them to his. You came to a stop and released him. Eddie wanted to stop you, grab your hand again.

“I’m going with this,” You pointed to the hanging plastic bag and Eddie followed direction.

The picture was a Sweeney Todd costume. Fake blood included and wig. It would be hot. You could pull off anything. But the wig he wanted to protest against. Covering your perfect hair? The hair he wanted to dig his fingers in and pull? Caress? Both? “That’s a great one. I think you’ll stand out. Not everyone knows that reference.”

You smiled again. Eddie felt like he won the lottery. “I like to stand out from the crowd, I guess. My best friend is throwing a Halloween party this year. And I finally had the day off to come here.” Eddie nodded, swallowing the urge to reveal he already knew that.

“I hope you’re not working too hard but I can’t stop listening to the CD. You knew exactly what I needed.” Your hands reached up, pressing against your chest. “You really like it? I’m not used to someone actually agreeing with me.” Eddie couldn’t believe that. Who could resist you? Who wouldn’t give your favorite band a try? He would fix that problem.

“Why wouldn’t I like it, sweets? I’ll have to get more recommendations soon, it makes my driving more exciting.” You opened your mouth to respond but something caught your eye and you excitedly beamed.

Eddie turned, desperate to find what caught your attention other than him.

“That’s my favorite slasher movie! If I hadn’t already decided on this, I would wear that.” Eddie’s eyes widened. It was a Ghostface costume. Why didn’t he know that? He ground his teeth. He should have looked closer at your posts. Maybe he would have seen it. You had amazing taste in movies.

“An amazing movie. That would have also been a perfect choice. But I’m not sure anyone could be scared of you, pretty girl. You’re way too sweet.” The names slipped out his mouth before he could catch himself. But you dipped your head and bashfully peeked at him through your lashes.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. He itched to say more, compliment you more but he didn’t want to freak you out. Especially considering he watched your instagram everyday to know exactly what you were doing but he needed you. He would do whatever he needed to make you feel the same way.

Your phone started to ring. Eddie wanted to beg you not to answer. No, stay here in the moment. You sighed, holding the device up. “It’s my dad. I need to take this. But I hope I’ll see you at the store again! And maybe we can talk more. You really get me.” And then you turned away, quietly speaking to your father.

Each time he managed to speak to you, get somewhere, it was interrupted. But this wouldn’t be wasted. No. Eddie moved away from you, as painful as it was and quickly picked up the Ghostface costume. He didn’t know how he would make this work but god damn it he would.

Eddies emotions went beyond his limit when he was hunched over, phone glued to his hand as he poured over your story on his bed when he got home. Your stories consisted of showing off the costume you bought and then several memes about Halloween being everyday for you. And then you posted your old looks. Most of them were edgy, skulls, prosthetics and some were even masks. Except one. You were wearing a short, thigh high black dress. Fishnets and heels. Your face painted with the Crow makeup. Your chest ink and your leg tattoos were on display.

The intricate thorns that wrapped around both thighs but on the left center was a large showing of multiple flowers. On the right was a skull, jaw slightly open to allow a dark snake to wrap around.

His cock felt like it was going to burst but he would not give in. He just didn’t know what to do. How would he get into the party? Sneak in? He was going insane.

And that’s when Steve hit him up. When Eddie answered the phone, Steve proceeded to explain that there was a Halloween party at a penthouse. And the owner just so happened to be your best friend.

Eddie thanked whatever universe, energy or even a God if he even bothered to look at him considering what he was doing. It was Halloween night. He wore the long, black gown. A black shirt and jeans underneath. Heavy boots. Most importantly, the Mask. Steve charmed the security, getting them both inside. The lights were off only to be be replaced with LED strips covering the edges of the wall and even the ceiling.

The living room was spacious, modern furniture and sleek tables covered in red cups, beer bottles and liquor bottles. He squinted his eyes, his vision obscured by the mask. No one paid much attention to him, most people had some sort of horror film costume, he wasn’t the only Ghostface. Fuck. How would you tell it was him? He did all of this for you. Music blared, he could feel it in his chest as he walked around the penthouse. Stepping on decorations fallen to the wood floor.

Steve left his side but Eddie knew he was looking for the hostess of this party. Where were you?

There.

His breath hitched and he froze in the doorway of the kitchen. You were pouring a drink in a solo cup. Your costume was perfect. The white puffed sleeves, black vest and striped pants. Fake blood coated your hands, darkening your fingernails. You weren’t wearing a wig, instead you had the signature white streak in your hair. Good. You didn’t need the wig. He opened his mouth to talk but you turned and started walking into the next room.

No. No. Why did he take so fucking long? He was here right now. He used so much effort to be close to you. Eddie took a steadying breath. And he walked directly behind you, he kept trying to tap your shoulder but you were quick. Nearly jogging. His boots hit against the floor, growing louder from speed. You maneuvered through the crowd. Where you going? He almost lost you but you started climbing the stairs where more cobwebs and pumpkins sat.

Were you running from him? From someone else? Was your best friend up here? His mind raced with endless options as he continued prowling behind you. No one was here. He almost slammed into you as you abruptly halted.

You spun around.

“Eddie, why are you following me?” Oh, fuck.

Up close, your makeup was messy. Eyeliner smudged heavily, your lips were dark and glossy. You looked up at him through lashes. But you didn’t sound angry. Or fearful.

You sounded…playful.

He tilted his head. “I was-“

“It’s okay, Eddie. I know you’ve been following me. I know every time you look at my pictures. I knew that you followed me home. And it wasn’t an accident at the store the other day. I was hoping you would buy this.” You reached over, grasping the material of the cloak between your fingers.

Eddie grew hot. He thought he could be subtle but apparently not. You knew the whole time. But why weren’t you upset? He didn’t want you to be. But that would have been naive.

He clutched your hand. “I couldn’t help it. You’re perfect. The moment I saw you, I knew I needed you. I needed to see you, make sure you were safe. I can’t get you out of my mind. Fuck. And I just wanted to be here tonight to finally talk to you without being interrupted. All I’ve done is listen to the album you love. I know you said you weren’t mad but please, god I need you. I need to feel you. I need to-“

“Fuck me?” You finished. “Did you touch yourself while looking at me, Eddie?”

He was buzzing, ignited from the way your lips were in a smirk. You stepped closer and with your free hand, you removed his mask. His hair was even messier and his nostrils flared as he took in your perfume.

He was almost against the wall but he couldn’t take it. Eddie’s hands gripped your hips and he smashed his lips to yours. You tasted better than he imagined. And you met his intensity. Eddie flipped so you were the one pinned against the wall, diving his tongue inside your mouth. His cock was so hard it hurt and he pressed his pelvis against yours, grinding into you. A moan escaped your mouth and he reached down, grasping your knee and pulling it around his hip. He could feel how wet you were through your pants.

Eddie ripped away from your mouth, moving to concentrate to the soft skin of your neck when you grabbed him by his arm and burst through a door he didn’t notice was there. He only had time to register a bed in the center of the room before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled his bottom lip with your teeth. “I wanted you the first day you came in,” You murmured. Eddie pushed your back against the bed, landing him on top of you and he straddled your lap.

“I-can I-can I fuck you?” He had to ask, as frenzied as he felt, he needed you to want it as much as he did.

“Fuck, Eddie. Yes, I want it so bad.” You whined, arching your back into him as he buried his face in your neck, peppering kisses against your jaw before sucking the spot above your collar bone.

You tore off the cloak, before taking off his black shirt with it and running your hands down his chest, stomach before tugging his belt. Eddie lifted his head, helping you as he kicked off his jeans. But he wanted to taste you. He slid down, peeling off your tight pants and your underwear. Eddie got impossibly harder as you mewled as he separated your legs.

Your cunt dripped with arousal and he spread it apart, coating his thick fingers. He dove in, flattening his tongue against your clit. Eddie moaned at your sweet taste as he licked down your slit before slipping his tongue inside you. You were jerking your hips to hump his face, his nose continually hitting the sensitive nerves in the center.

“I’m gonna cum.” Eddie didn’t speed up, he stayed hungrily lapping your pussy and your movement locked, your thighs squeezing his head. The entire lower half of his face was glistening as he pulled away.

Eddie crawled over you and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Smearing cum all over your mouth, messing your lipstick even further. Just like he imagined.

“Please, fuck me.” You whimpered and he clumsily took off his boxers, releasing his heavy cock leaking with precum.

Eddie lined his dick against you before pressing inside, stretching your pussy as you clenched around him. He groaned from deep in his chest and shuddered. Your nails dug into his skin as he started thrusting, deep and hard. The bed was slamming against the wall.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

He couldn’t even speak anymore, you felt so good he saw stars and he loved the pain from you scratching him. “I’m-I’m close.”

He wanted to hold off for you but the way you cried out, burying your face on his shoulder, Eddie spilled into you. Fuck condoms, he thought. His breath came in choked pants as he pulled out and scooped you into his arms. He was completely naked and you only had a shirt on, that he planned on removing once he caught his breath.

“I can’t believe you knew the whole time. And I can’t believe you liked me back.”

Your head turned as he held you close to him, his arms tight around you. He never wanted to let you go. Now that he’s tasted you, he could never stop.

“Eddie, why do you think I let you follow my account? Why do you think I told you to listen to bad omens? I wanted you to think about me. Besides, your friend Steve pulling the same move on my best friend.”

Holy shit. My first Eddie fic. I’m back with fics! Huge thanks to my tumblr wife @xxhellfirebunnyxx for helping me with this, encouraging me and beta reading. And my little sister @scene-and-dandylover for always supporting me.

Taglist for this!

@reidsbtch @battymunson @take-everything-you-can @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @taintandviolent @hyperharlz @elaine-in-the-membrane @onegirlmanytales @randominstake

If I forgot about have mercy I am tired

[kat-sribbles]

October 9th, 2001: The Beginning of Something

Ever since Quarantine of 2020, I’ve always wondered where fall out boy first ever performance was. I’ve been a fan of FOB for about 9 years now and never fully went into their history of how they started, so quarantine gave me time to do research. I came across a video of a Black Sabbath cover band and in the description of the video said that this was fall out boy first ever show they did, they played alongside two cover bands that were Chicago hardcore locals. After looking at this video for awhile, it had a date and location. October 9th, 2001 at DePaul University at Cortelyou Commons. There was my answer to the question…but it didn’t feel satisfied enough, I need to know more about this show and if there is footage of this show. This is where my search starts going into more depth.

Fast-forward to this summer of 2023, with the help of two friends, I started to do more digging on the first show. I went back to the video and saw that the channel had uploaded another video from that same night. When I looked the description of that video, it had said “This was Fall Out Boy's first show. No, we do not have any video of them. They were awful.”

(Which I do not mind that they were terrible, even the guys said it was a terrible show). I then started to search this channel name on instagram, I found that this guy who uploaded thee videos was the bassist of Stillwell (the band that is shown in the video) and is the founder of the independent record label, Forge Again Records. My friend reached out via the instagram that I found and we asked a few questions. (See picture below) he was very kind to answer some of our questions that we had about that night ( we asked about how they were booked for that show and if there was any flyers promoting this show at all).

What he told us:

He got a call from Ben Rose (the drummer at the time) and asked to be put onto the lineup last minute (this is why there most likely wasn’t a flyer with their name on it)

They opened the show that night since he needed someone to open.

He then guided us into looking at the Oral History of TTTYG from AP Magazine (issue 303). I have a copy of the mega collection of all the issues that FOB was in from AP and quickly found some key notes. (Show pictures below) not only did our search gave us some clues but also made us open to other lost media that might be out there as well!

Joe was given a link from Patrick (Patrick’s mp3 page) after meeting Joe at a borders bookstore in Wilmette

The first implication of FOB being mention was in a GuestBook post that Patrick made (picture below) on May 31st, 2001

At the show, they did not have a name yet, they were only referred to as “Pete’s New Band”

Their second show, they opened for The Killing Tree at an unknown southern Illinois college auditorium, and this is the show where they got their name from.

With all of this information, we come to a halt. We are still trying to find anyone who would possibly have this footage, there’s possibly might be someone but not 100% sure yet (I wanna note that I did look on DePaul’s archives online and couldn’t do much without going in-person to look at their archives since I do not live in Chicago, I went as far as contacting the head digital archivist at DePaul and they do not have any footage, they would only have the footage if it was donated to them). We still need help finding some Information and anything pre-tttyg.

If you know anything please contact/email us at foblostmedia@gmail.com

(Wanna mention that I did make a similar post, you can check that out as well)

Happy 22 years of being a band & best friends @falloutboy

(And we love you back!)

(Disclaimer: please do not message the guy we contacted, he was already contacted by us and answered our questions on what we needed)

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

favorite band/artist?

Sheesh. Complicated one.

You see, my music tastes are, to put it mildly, rather varied. I think it showed in my music recommendation post and the post that further explored one of those artists, but to further illustrate, my library includes:

Earth, Wind & Fire

New Kids On The Block's Jordan Knight's first solo single

Dubstep band Hadouken!’s Lana Del Rey cover

A mashup of Wham! and a fishing anime

A Japanese bilingual melodic punk rock band's two songs about bowling

80s remixes of Justin Bieber songs

A Japanese "punk ska and melodic hardcore band"'s cover of Scatman’s World

A 140+ song Beatles remix collection, featuring such gems as "Octopus's 3D Garden", "I Saw Her Yankin' There" and "Help!" (suspicious)

A eurobeat female duo of rotating Italian and British members’ Abracadabra-sampling track about falling in love with a banana

A remix of Azumanga Daioh’s Sata Andagi scene I retrieved from a porn site reupload

Moldovan folk punk band and folk musician duo’s collab about celebrating the reopening of a railroad

The soundtrack of Pictionary for the NES

A mashup of AVICII, Rick Astley and Chumbawumba

An 80s pop Linkin Park remix

Black Sabbath covers by The Cardigans (of Lovefool fame)

JT's solo debut

A Flock Of Seagulls (of I Ran (So Far Away) fame)

One (1) DJ Khaled song

A 2011 My Little Pony-themed song by then commentary youtuber

(And I beg each and every one of the people who read this list and thought "Okay that one cannot possibly be good" to hop in my askbox and allow me to prove them wrong.)

But let's go through bands and artists I've not posted about before.

Two Door Cinema Club Just out of statistics. I can prove I played I Can Talk over a hundred times and I can tell you any number under two hundred is underselling it. There is genuinely some problem with my brain that that intro slots into perfectly.

Oh also all the rest of their first album this comes from is this great too, and if you ask me what a perfect album sounds like I will tell you it's not that far off their second album.

OK Go Now, I like the music. Actually, I'd left my two guitars alone for years until an easy OK Go song made me think "Oh, maybe I can play this" and realize that rather than -as I had prior- just play the music I'd been taught I could actually teach myself to play the music I was listening to, which snowballed into playing more OK Go songs and then it expanded and now I have a ukulele, a bass, a third guitar I need to merge with that bass (it's complicated), a fourth "guitar" (it's complicated) on the way, a Casio calculator/synth (it's complicated), a melodica, a launchpad and a kazoo. Whoops. But really, all you need to be sold on OK Go is see two of their videos. One to find out what they're like (and you're already good on that front because you have visited the internet ever and have thus seen Here It Goes Again aka "The Treadmill Video" aka what when posted to YouTube upon its CEO begging them became the biggest video of all time) and another to find out that no the first one was not a one-off fluke. I am serious, go click that link, it takes you to a playlist of their videos and each one is crazier than the last. I mean they played a song with a car. A song. That has a guitar solo. With a car. Have you seen the name of this channel.

Ah, right, the name of this channel. I guess I have to say a thing about that car now. Uhhh this video was sponsored by Chevrolet to promote the Aveo which, despite being badged as a Chevrolet, like many of the more Europe-oriented Chevrolets was made by the automotive branch of Daewoo, brand General Motors picked up after the Daewoo conglomerate (then the second largest in South-Korea which may as well be called Samsungland) went bankrupt in '99 over almost $90B modern dollars in debt. Its founder Kim Woo-chong (because Lord knows the "woo" in Daewoo did not stand for "woo what a great car") earned a ten year sentence, but I feel they focused too much on the wrong guy. The REAL criminal is whoever penned Daewoo cars.

A good person doesn't do this on purpose.

Owl City I have too few of his songs, but I absolutely love how comically upbeat he is. He is so precious. If c: walked this Earth. I mean "Golf and alcohol don't mix and that's why I don't drink and drive / Because, good grief, I'd knock out my teeth and have to kiss my smile goodbye". Protect this man at all costs. Also one time I saw the Fireflies video after what must have been a good decade and you know when you feel near crying? I adored that song when I was a kid and I was right.

Liquido European one-hit wonders - and not even "people know them just for one song", not even "people don't know them and just know the song"; I found you can tell people the name of their hit and they won't know what you're talking about. But hum the riff and infallibly, invariably any single person in my country (and, in my limited experience, the rest of Europe) will go "Ooooooh, that one". And to be fair, those guys did stumble on one of the most memorable riffs in modern history.

Not saying this is a hidden gem of a band, I am sure some bigger music nerd would stamp a big fat "SEEN BEFORE" on all their stuff, beyond some enjoyable splashes of "I wonder how much of this is them leaning into it" cheese (yes, even more than that video) - but I've still got their whole discography including all the B-sides, because to me, so what? It's good music and I'll treat it like it. What's the point of praising "groundbreaking", "genre defining" works and then glossing over those inhabiting the ground they broke and making the genres they defined? When I eat bread I don't complain that it doesn't innovate or set itself apart from the rest of the genre, so as long as my music doesn't bore me why should those be problems there? I feel like people have a problem in general separating their enjoyment of a work from its artistic merit. I'm digressing.

The Beatles If you ask me "What's your favorite number of pant legs?" I'm not going to answer five because two would be cliché.

And now we get to the final answer, the real answer, in such a league of its own it deserves to be separated from the rest via a Read More.

I lied, this is under a Read More because it's an entire fucking dissertation. Your fault for asking.

Caparezza I've spent well over a decade of my life mulling over his lyrics to the point me and my ex-flatmate played this game where she told me a random word and I'd try to find it in his lyrics (e.g. the first word of your ask, "favorite", was used in the second verse of the sixteenth track of his sixth album, yes I am neurodivergent why do you ask), and still it happens that as I am going through my everyday life I happen to accrue some information and slam my forehead going "Oh my God THAT'S what he meant there". His songs are more layered, more deep, more thoughtful, more cutting, more witty, more clever than most prose you see around and still he manages to play with his words and rhymes with incredible dexterity.

Take his last record, Exuvia - actually, take the previous record Exuvia picks up from, Prisoner 709:

Its name not only introduces the theme of imprisonment, but also of dilemmas and juxtapositions, since the prisoner's number, 709, stands for the dilemma about the number of the record: it's the 7th in his discography as Caparezza, but the 9th if one also counts the two shit records he made under his previous name Mikimix (we don't talk about those). Its tracklist, indeed, while being as typical for him incredibly varied in topics (from religions to his affinity with Ludwig II of Bavaria to "I'm not [x], BUT-" types) is arranged as chapters of a journey through an imprisonment (The Crime, The Punishment, The Weight, The Psychologist, The Letter, The Visit, The Yard Time, The Torture, The Revolt, The Guard, The Infirmary, The Window, The Evasion, The Hiding) and associated to dilemmas - for instance, as the record is about his feeling imprisoned in his body and in his role, the first song -and first chapter, The Crime- is indeed Prosopagnosia (i.e. face blindness), a track about him no longer recognizing himself in the artistic reputation he built himself, with the dilemma being between "Michele", his name, and "Caparezza", his rap name. Oh, and if you also want a taste of the impressive wordplay, well, count the letters of those two names. Yep. Every single one of the 16 tracks is a dilemma is between a 7 letter word and a 9 letter word. Because of course it is.

So now, let's get to the last record, Exuvia.

Nah, the pop-up edition's cover fucks way harder.

That's more like it.

Exuvia is the exoskeletal remains left behind by ecdysozoans after ecdysis, i.e. when creatures like insects and crustaceans develop a new exoskeleton and crawl out of their old one, as this record starts from his escaping from the anguish compounded through all his previous records and through a deep analysis of his past, his self, his surroundings, his fate, condensing it all and moving on to a new self, a new birth, a new shell. (Understand how I feel when people say the greatest rapper of all time is one whose greatest record is called "Damn" because the songs made him go "Damn" and whose biggest song is "Biggie Smalls' Juicy but this time about me".)

Well, in the second track of it, about running away from the dire situation of hatred, decay and persecution described in the first track, he says, and I paraphrase,

I give it all up, I'm dying, I retreat - Caporetto plus Waterloo Dripping and smelling like my head was in a station's toilet- oh.

introducing the desperation and hopelessness of military defeats and immediately following it up with an image whose comedic nature makes a contrast so stark as to surprise even him while still, being a reference to the military's hazing and bullying, latching back to the line before. While the prose I represent it with is deliberately poor, the concept behind the words is brilliant enough that it would be a good line if it didn't rhyme at all. And yet the original lines rhyme for twenty syllables. TWENTY.

Thing is, you can be as clever as you want, but the underlying music, you know, it can't be clever, it can just be good or bad. One would think. And yet the music is not just good but full of clever, witty samples and ideas that don't just reinforce the track's mood but tie the instrumental inextricably into the lyrics' themes, like Larsen (the track about his tinnitus, which he calls by audio feedback's technical name of Larsen effect) using high-pitched synths and emphasizing cymbals, Prisoner 709's title track being 79bpm (I wager 709bpm was a bit non-doable), House Credibility's instrumental featuring intercom buzz and cowbells reminiscent of cookware, or, well, everything in Exuvia's second single. See, that song is about the choice he faces between the story of Beethoven, who despite all his challenges kept devoting himself to music until the day he died, or that of Mark Hollis, lead of Talk Talk, who despite all the fame peaced out to focus on his private life - and the entire instrumental is devoted to that concept: the verses' reference Für Elise, the chorus Such A Shame, and the bridge I Believe In You; and when you tun into the background choirs you find they are rhythmically repeating "I don't know".

You start to get a clue why there's three years between his records.

So if his songs are so fucking good, why is he not famous? Well, he is! Except for his first album which no one really noticed (fairly so in my opinion - while I like a few songs I feel he really got going in his second one), the following records did really well for someone with such dense content: his third record has been certified gold! And all the others platinum. Some twice. Never since the first one did a record of his peak under 5 in the charts, and he's got 8 gold singles, 3 platinums and a double platinum. And don't get me started on the shows.

(That's me in the background!) Hell, he's even been on the cover of Billboard! So why've you never heard of him? Well, see the word next to Billboard.

Yep. The man, Michele Salvemini, is an Italian born and raised and, like any proper Italian, doesn't speak a whole lot of English, so pretty much all the English you'll hear in his music are the handful of English features, like Michael Franti, DMC (!) and Spandau Ballet's Tony Hadley, with which he made a song about Italy's emigration crisis.

Emigration that is also internal, from the underdeveloped, falling aparty and criminality-run south of Italy to where all the industries are, the richer and we-pretend-it's-not-criminality-run north. And since he's from Apulia, Italy's heel (his rap name in fact means "curly head" in Apulian dialect), he's made a song about its woes too, featuring the music of the tarantella, Apulia's traditional dance. (I don't know why y'all add an A in front. It's fucking "Puglia", y'all.) Here's an imperfect translation with a couple of helpful explainers to the asterisked terms over in the video's description.

It depresses me every time I think about it that all the English speakers I know will never be able to fully appreciate his lyrical brilliance. But oh well. At least y'all can appreciate the music... so fuck it, have that song whose music I yapped about so much. You'll hear the choirs in the background say "non so" (I don't know)... and a bunch more Italian words (translated here for those on desktop who want to follow along).

Links in blue are posts of mine about the topic in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

[gendiebrainrotreceipts]

Praise God. Jesus, who reigns, my Husband and Son of God, comes soon. USA(Babylon) will be invaded by Russia to the east and China to the west and will lose. NYC will be destroyed. Repent and focus on Jesus. Plead the blood of Jesus. Rapture is soon and the kingdom of God is near, so be holy. Obama is the antichrist and will use the rfid chip as mark of the beast with the False Prophet named Francis from Catholicism. There will be three days of darkness so please prepare as that will be when Jesus shall visit people. There will be fallen angels and giants and zombies and cyborgs and dinosaurs and persecution and many millions of deaths and disease like boils and tsunami to USA California and New Jersey and Florida and famine and fireball. Canada and Europe and South America and asia shall also be affected with judgements. Time is short and Jesus is coming to collect a people without spot or blemish. The tribulation will be bad so enter rapture to escape. EMP coming to USA.All lives matter not just black lives. If you suffer from depression, anxiety, racing thoughts, mood swings, anorexia, suicide thoughts, loneliness, or have a disease, seek Jesus. Jesus can cure any disease. Husbands are head of the wives, husbands love wives and wives obey husband. Aliens are demons dont trust them. Believe in faith to receive in prayer or you will not receive, those who exalt themselves shall be humbled but those who humble themselves shall be exalted, seek Jesus and pray without ceasing, Keep 10 commandments even Sabbath, bless and not curse, do unto others what you would want them to do unto you, harp music with praises to Jesus is biblical, read bible daily, cleanliness, no yoga or yoga pants, dont get COVID vaccine, love God, love others, avoid homosexuality, witchcraft, sinful media like tv shows, unholy anime, love of money, sex outside of biblical marriage, adultery, masturbation, porno/hentai, anal and oral sex, drunkenness, pride, smoking, gossip, lying,lacking faith, materialism, fictional books, dolls like dolls from Disney, no disney shows or movies, sinful movies like marvel, joking around, not loving God, unforgiveness, rap/music that doesn't glorify Jesus or God, cursing, hate, suicide, videos games, trusting in self or humans over trusting in God and His Word, having any idol than Jesus, bikini and inappropriate clothing, sex with animals, arrogance, rebellion, Santa Claus, catholicism, 7th day adventist, lukewarmness, martial arts, freemasonry, energy drinks, skirts/dresses above the knee, tattoos, dying hair, star wars and the figures and movies and games, idolising sports, smoking cigarettes or marijuana or e cig, supporting or being a furry, orgies, swallowing semen, hating God, dora the explora, cheating on your spouse with another person, bad thoughts like sexual thoughts and murdering thoughts, condoms, black goo, being rich in this life, loving this life, seeking popularity/ having favortism/partiality,sex, racism, jehovah witness, mormonism, transgender, lies of evolution and big bang, flat earth, gambling, cheating or not paying on taxes when biblical required, drinking human or animal blood, twilight book series, not helping the poor and needy and widows, not giving tithe (10% of income) and offerings, not being thankful to Jesus, not listening to parents, Halloween, 5g, avoid following other religion other than following Jesus Son of God. I am an unprofitable servant and least of everything by infinity. Best blessings to everyone every second forever by infinity God willing. Shalom aleichem.

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YOUR MUSE'S FAVORITE THINGS & WHY ?

FAVORITE BOOKS

The Lord of the Ring series by J. R. R. Tolkien, and especially the Hobbit ( I headcanon that Lucille read it to him when he was younger). He still keeps some pretty battered copies with him. Logan is a pretty avid reader, also enjoying Jules Verne, Hugo Wells, and several of the Star Wars expanded canon books (eat me, Kathleen).

Logan also really enjoys reading books on survival and foraging, as it was a hobby he had as a child in the Eagle Scouts. He eventually becomes quite skilled at identifying plants and foraging, and even at the beginning of the Apocalypse, he was able to help Negan hunt and find edible things and find water between towns. Logan does have a interest in gardening as well. Essentially, he loves learning new things and will read anything he can get his hands on that will hold his interest.

FAVORITE PAST TIME

Video games are another passion for Logan, especially the Witcher series, Pokemon, Star Wars, Legend of Zelda, and older classics like Mario Bros. Modern Verse, Logan is an avid video game player and usually spends most of his money earned from work on his hobbies.

Logan also enjoys sculpting and carving models, mostly Dinosaurs and Dragons he designs himself, and later on painting them and showcasing them on his shelf. While Dragons are his favorite, he does occasionally branch out to other fantasy creatures. He also has quite a collection of sketch books and binders of inspirations taken from magazines and photos for references.

Sports are another favorite past-time for Logan, specifically baseball (thank you, Negan) and football. While competitive, Logan is still friendly and extremely extroverted. Basically, he loves doing whatever he wants and doesn't really care about hiding his hobbies and likes.

FAVORITE FOODS

Logan, as a chonky chonk boy loves his food and he's very rarely picky. He specifically likes Italian and Mexican food. His all time favorite food is Negan's spaghetti or Lasagna and Lucille's mac and cheese.

Logan expressed an interest in cooking as well, and was really quite content learning how to make his own food and pack his own lunches. He shares much of the same preferences for food as Negan does (italian, greek, and mediterranean )

FAVORITE MUSIC

Logan loves listening to records, his favorite bands being influenced by Negan and Luciile ( Metallica, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Styx, Def Leppard). He collects music including records, CDs, and even cassettes and enjoys a pretty wide variety of music. He does hate country though and will make his displeasure quite known.

Logan does eventually learn some guitar, but he doesn't really show much skill with any other instrument.

[brn1029]

Time for your Rock Report

Dierks Bentley recently shared a music video for his cover of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers' "American Girl." The video shows Bentley playing Petty's own Rickenbacker guitar, flown in from the rock icon's archives in California for the shoot. The Wes Edwards-directed music video was shot at the Clementine in Nashville, Tennessee, with Bentley teaming up with his band — which includes fellow singer-songwriter Charlie Worsham.

"Holding an instrument that carries so much musical history and significance was surreal, you could almost feel the stories resonate from it as I played it," Bentley said in a press release. "Tom Petty's lyrics and delivery were a huge part of what made his music so impactful."

Black Sabbath have revealed the details of a Tony Martin era box set Anno Domini 1989-1995. The box set focuses on Black Sabbath's time with Martin, the band's second-longest-serving singer. A new collection that brings four albums back into print after an extended absence, Anno Domini 1989-1995 will be available from Rhino on May 31 in 4-LP and 4-CD configurations. The set contains newly remastered versions of Headless Cross (1989), Tyr (1990), and Cross Purposes (1994), plus a new version of Forbidden (1995) that the band's founder and guitarist Tony Iommi remixed specially for the collection.

[thed333adshalldeadremain]

Malignant Introduction

Hello! This is my blog I will be using as a personal collection of all the stupid things I’m currently interested in. Mainly metal, cats, guitars, and video games.

General Info:

Age: 18

Canadian, Musician, (Guitar/Bass/Drums).

I’ll be posting mainly the stuff I’m listening to currently, album reviews, pictures I edit (album covers etc) and maybe some covers of songs.

Interests:

Music! Metal (Death, Thrash, Goregrind, Etc), Rock, Hiphop, Industrial, anything fun…

Cats and other cute animals :3

Toilet Humor

Coffee (Caffeine Addict)

Art (I can’t draw but I have some cool friends who can… I’m just an appreciator!!)

Games (Legend of Zelda, Terraria, Stardew Valley, Minecraft, GTA V, Clash of Clans)

Fav Bands / Artists:

Metal:

Goregrind:

Carcass

Impaled

Lymphatic Phlegm

Lipoma

Pathologist

Death Metal:

Autopsy

Bolt Thrower

Cryptopsy

Death

Entombed

Gorement

Thrash Metal:

Big Four (Yes, including Anthrax)

Demolition Hammer

Sepultura

Sodom

Xentrix

Black Metal:

Bathory

Darkthrone

Venom

Also of course shout out to Black Sabbath.

NOTE: FUCK NSBM AND ANY RACIST / BIGOTED BLACK METAL. YOU CANNOT SEPERATE THE ART FROM THE ARTIST IF THE ART IS PROMOTING HATE.

Rock / Indie:

(idk much about non-metal genre labels so everything rock adjacent is going here)

Alice In Chains

Car Seat Headrest

Fishmans

The Cure

Green Day

Joy Division

The Smiths

System of a Down

They Might Be Giants

Tool

Hip Hop / Rap:

(Again not too sure about specific genre labels for Hip Hop or Rap so I hope this is close)

Babytron

Black Kray

Bladee

Chief Keef

Earl Sweatshirt

Kendrick Lamar

Tyler, The Creator

Yung Lean

Industrial / Electronic:

(Looking to get into this more :3)

Aphex Twin

Skinny Puppy

Anything Else:

(Anything that doesn’t fit in the previous categories)

Ichiko Aoba

Kero Kero Bonito

Mitski

Rotten Outroduction:

That’s about all I have! If you read all of this then you’re awesome. I guess this essentially doubles as a “my favorite bands” post… so guess I don’t need to make one of those.

FAECAL RIGHTS!!!

[hard-rock-music]

Black Sabbath - Born Again Complanation 1983 [DVD]

Black Sabbath – Born Again Complanation 1983 [DVD]

A collection of the rarest Black Sabbath video featuring Ian Gillan (ex-Deep Purple). Includes part seen from the TV program, almost the entire band’s concert in Chicago and 2 videos from the concert at Rockpalast. (more…)

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Request for Eddie: he gets a call during the day for a sale from a regular customer. He says that it should be a quick 20min job and he'll be back in time soon for your date day. But when 45mins pass you start to get nervous, to burn off the nervous energy you start to clean up around the trailer. When you start on Eddie's bedroom you find an old shoebox with all the things you have ever given him, even the notes you used to pass in class. You never realised how sentimental Eddie could be

this was so cute !! i changed a little bit the idea but here it is <3 thank you for your request

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An old shoe box in the deeper of his closet. Lots of shirts and jeans cover the blue treasure, but you still can see a bit of it.

Your eyes search for any sign of Eddie. Even when he left 45 minutes ago, even when he told you he'd be back in 10, even when it was the day of your monthly date. Something about an important call on Family Video. But okay. It was fine.

You were patiently waiting for him until you weren't anymore and now you were here, in his closet.

Was not on purpose. Boredom led you to remember that time when Eddie said that you could take any shirt of his, the one you wanted, and the least that you could do due to this situation was steal one of his shirt, so that's what you did. Or you tried to.

Your feet led you to his closet where you contemplated your options. A black Black Sabbath t-shirt with the name of the band in a worn purple, a Led Zeppelin t-shirt that Eddie hid with shame because he said that it wasn't metal enough, the Hellfire one, a flashy white with Metallica's lyrics in a blood red...

But none of those items of clothing caught your attention as much as that bright blue cardboard box that rested hidden away.

Feeling a bit bad for being noisy you let behind the shirts and kneeled to grab the box. The dust made your nose itch.

"You think he will be mad at me if i open this?" You said to his guitar, kneeling on the floor and looking at it.

You thought that Eddie's craziness was sticky, because now you were talking to a guitar. And even worse, you were waiting for an answer.

"Forget it" You murmured and your hands opened the box

You might have expected that box to have anything in it if we're talking about Eddie fucking Munson, but you couldn't have guessed what was really in it.

Letters. There were letters.

And not letters from other girls, confessing their deep love for Eddie and obscenities about what they wanted him to do to them. No.

They were your letters.

The letters you had written him a year ago, when you were still friends embarrassed enough to confess your love for each other. Your fingers make contact with the pastel pink paper, your sloppy handwriting is drawn on the surface, squiggles and misshapen hearts adorn the sheet.

Inside the box are five more of those letters, because apparently your past self was too fond of Eddie to keep quiet. One yellow, one lilac, one red, one green and one orange. They all followed the same format, surrounded by scribbles and your handwriting recounting some event of that day and leaving clues of your love for him, hoping he would catch them between the lines.

You took a breath before continuing to investigate the box, your heart is beating fast and you don't know why.

Underneath the letters were the notes you passed him in class, when the teacher wasn't looking and you were bored. A pile of cut and folded papers with badly drawn pictures and sentences that at the time had been funny. You remember a few of them, the memory making you laugh lightly.

But the laughter quickly fades to watery eyes. Tears blur your vision as you look at the silly drawings, movie tickets, poorly taken polaroids on cheap paper, even the chocolate wrapper you gave him on February 14, when you weren't even dating yet.

The idea of all these notes and letters was never meant to be kept, but the fact that Eddie has collected them all over the years makes your heart melt just a little bit, and your eyes water even more.

"Don't tell him that i cried because of this" you said to his guitar, not caring about looking crazy now.

And it's even dumber when you did the same for him. The movie tickets that you knew by heart, because you also kept them hoping to keep the memory of you and Eddie alive.

[redfields-hotbabeineurope]

Eddie Munson Fic Recommendations

Main Rec Masterlist

@darling-i-read-it

First Couple Days -> you and eddie just started to date and are keeping it a secret 

@taiyothewriter

Sex, Drugs and Rock (NSFW) -> you devise a plan to confess your feelings for your best friend Eddie, and things quickly escalate beyond your expectations.

@orpheuseus

Reader is Steve harrington sister and in a relationship with Eddie Munson

@eddie-munsons-sweetheart

Country Girl -> Eddie introduces you to Black Sabbath - and who could've guessed Heavy Metal could be that romantic?

Ceasefire ->  Fighting with Eddie trying to wrestle his vest from his grip cuz you’re doing the laundry and that thing really needs washed but he doesn’t wanna lose the ‘mosh pit smell’

@spideyheart

Love, You Too Edison ->  skipping class with your boyfriend to get high in the woods behind school was your favorite thing to do. but much to eddie’s dismay, this time around didn’t involve heated make-out sessions and heartfelt hugs, it was just you pestering him about his full name. your current theory on what it was? edison.

@brenbrennn

Reader being friends with robin and is somehow involved in the upside down stuff and so hangs out with the gang and robin is making fun of reader for swooning over eddie whenever he talks about lord of the rings

@evans-heaven

Pretzels

@eddiemunsonssoulmate

Strange Love Pt2 -> The popular girl mingling with the school’s freak should have been outrageous. Yet you chose him as a quick escape from reality because he seemed to be the only person able to give you what you needed. You had no idea that the escape he offered you would turn into something so much more complicated.

@gavvaiins

Otherworldly -> eddie surprises his partner in the libary, discovering instead of learning they created a whole freaking world

@moonlane

Pretty Brown Eyes -> you finally have the courage to talk to your crush—but then the most embarrassing thing ever happens.

@hotdogwillex

Don’t take my heart (don’t break my heart) -> Dustin isn’t allowed to date until his sister, Kate, does. Problem is, he already has a girlfriend. He looks for help in the most unlikely place: the Hellfire Club.

@anangelwhodidntfall

Anyone But Him -> Reader is Steve's sister and she has a huge crush on Eddie and he's has a crush on her (they flirt with each other at school and at the video store), and Steve does not approve. But his mama instincts kick in when Eddie is at his front door and his sister gets ready to leave with him

@siempre-bucky

Tell Me a Secret -> A classic tale of idiots to lovers. The school freak who was surprisingly good at math agrees to tutor Hawkins High royalty, the Vice President who's on the verge of failing.

@hauntlikeaghost0

She's Real -> Dustin Henderson refuses to believe Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson has a girlfriend.

@ali-r3n

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!Reader

@infitsovermisfits

Tiny Swords

@parkerslatte

Caught Red Handed -> Y/N and Eddie are in a relationship but Y/N’s brother Dustin has no idea about it.

@professorrw

Cheerleader -> Y/n and Chrissy are best friends, but when she dies, she knows things aren't as everyone seems to think. Maybe Eddie is innocent.

@rosaline-black

The Five Video Tapes of Eddie Munson -> Working at a video store when your friends aren’t on shift is dull as hell, that is until an unlikely dude starts building up a film collection. And building up the courage to admit his feelings.

@neon-junkie

Why Can't This Be Love -> You've never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the  popular crowd. It's not for you - these people aren't for you. Yet, you don't know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away? The answer is made for you after your 'date,' a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that's fine. But what's not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!. However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you've spent the last few years with.

@mysticmunson

Late Bloomer -> eddie befriends a cheerleader who’s a bit of a ‘late bloomer’

@dadsbongos

Within Six Days -> You, the valedictorian to-be, and Eddie, the bimbo pothead, start studying together so he can graduate. In return, he shows you a more "wild" life.

@iliaclwrites

if you'd taken an arrow (and run it right through me) -> five times you and Eddie pretended not to know each other + one time you didn’t.

@hotdogwillex

youngervolcano - on Ao3

Dont take my heart (Dont break it) -> Dustin isn't allowed to date until his sister, Kate, does. Problem is, he already has a girlfriend. (Or: 10 Things I Hate About You but make it Eddie Munson)

[straighttohellbuddy]

(you would get) devoured by a devil

how the light gets in side-story

Summary: HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U !! music video, in which Rae once again plays the role of Corpse, the reader is the Hot Demon Bitch in question, and the world finally gets to see them go full-demon.

Needs To Know: Supernatural Creatures AU. They/Them. Demon!Famous YouTuber!Reader, Angel!Corpse. Corpse/Reader established relationship. The reader has revealed that they are a demon to the public, but only Corpse's closest friends know he's an angel.

A/N: 2868 words. the title comes from Devilman Crybaby during the Sabbath party scene, and the video description is an homage to the party scene, which Corpse himself said was inspiration for HDBNU. the more i think about it the more DMCB makes sense for corpse, like, aesthetically. deeply unedited uwu and self indulgent. i believe in rae!corpse music video supremacy

Warnings: demon imagery, fire & interacting with fire but not feeling or being burned by it

Sykkuno's the one holding the camera for the first shot, casting nervous glances from Corpse, leaning against the wall of the building, out of your line of sight, to you, in hot pants and a crop top in the middle of the night, yawning and stretching, your sharp tail swaying behind you like a cat's, while Rae was trying to make sure her tight, black costume was sitting right.

After her performance in the DAYWALKER music video, Rae was eager to jump on the opportunity to continue playing Corpse. So now, here you all were, beneath a black sky with a few little, battery-powered lights pointed at an ornate, wooden - for lack of a better descriptor - throne that you and Corpse had thrifted for this exact shoot, though Rae and Sykkuno didn't seem to understand the significance just yet.

It was strange; surely a music video shoot required more people, or at least more than just the four of you, the collection of misfits committing arson in a parking lot in the wee hours of the morning. This kind of behaviour coming from Corpse didn't really raise many concerns for Sykkuno, but somewhere along in your friendship, he seemed to forget just how chaotic you could be.

Objectively, everyone was kind of aware that even among supernatural creatures you were something of an apex predator, but it was another thing to see you so confident and at ease at this time of night.

"You sure you don't want to be filming this?" Sykkuno asks, question directed at Corpse, who huffs a faint laugh. Even you smile at that.

"I'd love to, but I'd prefer not to blind Y/N before we even get started," he sinks down the wall he'd been leaning again, into a squat, elbows on his knees as he looked at the gentle hellhound.

"Blind?" It was Rae who voiced her confusion, looking to the corner of the wall where she knew Corpse was sitting, and then to you, where you were tugging at the spiked collar around your neck to make sure the ring at the front was centred.

"Demon sight wasn't designed to look at angels," you clarify, rocking your weight from one foot to the other, avoiding eye contact with Rae as she steps up to you, expression amused. She didn't have to know the details of how you and Corpse had met each other in person the first time, and gone directly against his warnings and your better instincts, and looked directly at him with your demonic true sight. Thankfully, she doesn't push the subject, simply gently moving your hands out of the way, fixing the collar herself. In the meantime, you resist the urge to pick at your nails, which you'd grown out for just this occasion.

"Have you ever had horns?" Corpse calls, curious, and you give pause for a moment.

"I can," you deliberate, and Rae silently raises her eyebrows at you at this new piece of information, "but they don't actually do anything, they're aesthetic, like your halo-"

"I didn't know you had a halo," Sykkuno sounds endeared at the very idea of Corpse having a halo, while the man himself simply grimaced.

"Its a glorified night light," Corpse mutters, mostly to himself. Rae's grinning, also endeared, though she has the wherewithal to stay quiet, gently taking the end of the leash that's attached to you, looking up to the gathered clouds overhead.

"You want me to have horns?" You called, and there was a pause as he peered around the corner of the building. Upon seeing him and his intrigued, raise eyebrows, you frowned for a moment in concentration as a pair of ostentatious, black horns grew from your forehead.

"That fucks," Corpse nodded with a grin, eyes alight with delight, while Sykkuno's eyes had gone wide. Understandable; the process of growing them in could be quite jarring to watch, especially since they weren't exactly the dainty horns everyone expected demons to have.

"Alright, test shots before we light up?" You grin at Sykkuno, then Rae, who both nodded earnestly.

"When you say light up, you mean...?" Rae hesitates, frowning.

"The chair," you tell her.

"You weren't kidding?"

"You'll be fine," Corpse tells her, and Rae's concern grows almost tangible, voicing her hesitation, confusion as she thought you'd be the one sitting on an on-fire chair, "Rae," Corpse says gently, "the reason it's just us here is because I'm going to do some angel shit, and you will be absolutely fine." He assures, and Rae's mouth snaps closed, eyes wide.

"Oh," she nods, "cool, cool, awesome." She blinks quickly, trying to process this change of circumstances.

"If you're not okay with that, that's completely fine, we can figure something out I promise, but I would never put you in danger." Corpse's voice is surprisingly gentle, and after a few moments, Rae takes a deep breath.

"If anything goes wrong I'll kick your ass," she grins, and it gets Corpse to snort a laugh, nodding easily in agreement.

"I don't think I've ever seen... either of you do serious supernatural stuff, you know? Like I forget a lot that you guys are kind of terrifying," Sykkuno half laughs, gaze still focused on your horns. You give a faint smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. Even like this, with only the tail and horns properly visible, there's something deeply unsettling about you.

"You worried about scaring people?" Rae asked, the faint notes of concern in her voice surprising you. You make a noise in the back of your throat as you consider.

"Usually," you admit with a small shrug, "it's weird that everyone knows now, but it's still going to be different when they actually see it. Me."

"You also don't have to do this," Rae says gently, and while you appreciate her concern, you know you're not going to back out now. You are the Hot Demon Bitch.

"You guys," you duck your gaze for the moment, raising your voice so they could all hear you, "just promise me you're not going to look at me any differently."

When the music video for HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U !!! finally releases, the whole world starts looking at you differently.

[ID: An Instagram post from @Valkyrae of two photos.

The first image is a candid close shot of Rae & Y/N facing each other, standing close where Rae is carefully fixing Y/N's spiked, black collar. Rae is in a tight, shiny, black ensemble with her hair out, but off of her face, while Y/N is wearing a crop top with a pentagram on it, dark eyeliner and dark lipstick. They are smiling at each other, as if laughing quietly together. The background is black, at night and outside, lit from the front by warm, white light.

The second image is a still from the HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U !!! music video, of Rae sitting low and confident in an old, large, ornate wooden chair that is half on fire. She is wearing the same outfit from the previous image; her chin is propped up on her hand as she smirks at the camera. Y/N is perched on the back of the chair, looking both intimidating and ornamental with horns, blacked out eyes, and a pair of black, iridescent wings on full display.

Caption: The perks of being @Corpse_Husband (for the CORPSE & Night Lovell HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U !!! mv with @YourInstagram my beloved, out now! let me know what you think!)

End ID.]

The video starts with you, an unassuming contrast against the sharp beat, smiling and sunlit like something out of an indie coming-of-age movie. All the while, there were flashes of illustrations of terrifying horned, winged demons juxtaposing you, made somehow even more off-putting by the sweetness of your smile in the very next frame.

As the beat intensifies and Night Lovell's voice, a strangely hypnotic mix of smooth and robotic, joins the track, he joins you in the video. You've found yourselves in a club, a swirling, electric mess of neon and haze. With eyes blacked out and sharp tail twisting to the beat, with a close shot catching how you use it to carve a heart into the table top in front of you. Perhaps your teeth look sharper than they should, perhaps there's something hungry in the way you look at him, but then there are hands reaching out for you, pulling you up, into the crowd.

There's something wrong with the crowd, with the way they move you and dance with you, as Rae, looking hot as all hell, eye glowing red the way it had been in DAYWALKER, seems to move around you with ease, always just beyond your fingertips as you reach for her. It's like you're asking for help, expression confused, bordering on distressed, as the dancing of those around you moves and contorts you too. Rae always seems amused, enjoying just watching you in the crowd, until finally you break free, and find yourself being lead through the club by Night Lovell as his second verse comes through.

It's as if you don't register that you're changing as you move through the club, horns slowly growing from your forehead, nails seeming to get sharper each shot that they're in, tail flicking dangerously.

And finally the detour is over, your transformation almost complete as you find yourself on the second floor of the club, in a secluded section with only Rae and Corpse's second verse waiting.

Your distress and confusion seems to dissolve as they appear to be under no illusions as to what you are. Rae circles you like she's about to devour you, gently running her fingers along one of your horns, catching your tail before it can strike her. In front of you, nose to nose with you, she takes hold of your chin if only to see you bare your sharp teeth at her. But she delights in the sight. And you stop pretending to be annoyed by it all.

You let your wings erupt out from behind you. There's light like fire building in the back of you throat as you smile. The rest of club erupts into panic.

The final shot is Rae, still in all black, looking smug as all fuck as she looked directly into the camera, lounging decadently in a throne that was quickly catching fire in an abandoned parking lot. You were practically perched on the back of the throne like a gargoyle, every demonic attribute you possessed on full display, most notably your wings, in all their black, iridescent glory, catching the light of the fire.

Rae barely glances at you out of the corner of her eye, but you seem to take that as a cue, descending from your perch to standing by the arm of the chair. She beacons you close with one finger and you indulge her, turning to the side and leaning over the chair, leaning in close to her, wings extended out behind you.

The way you smile shows off how sharp your teeth are, while your nails shred through the arm of the flaming chair with ease. Black eyed and with horn and tail on full display, your smug confidence, which Rae mirrors, leaves no room for anyone to mistake you for anything but an apex predator.

You looked fucking terrifying -

[ID: A series of tweets from @YourTwitter: everyone so worried about whether i become a worse person when i alter my physical appearance as if i wasn't a demon for my entire life. | you were fine with it (mostly) when u found out its just an issue now because i LOOK like a demon smh | i don't even do anything that fucked up in this video y'all need to calm down and rewatch the firestarter mv and get pressed when you realise that us performing as a band on top of a moving car, and setting a building on fire wasn't special effects | it was all legal dw | I'm not saying that's ENTIRELY my doing but like..... looking spooky is the tip of the iceberg. just say you're shallow and move on. i knew this would happen when i finally told the world tbh.

End ID.]

"You are so fucking hot," Corpse grinned between takes, while you sat on the back of the chair, which was still actively burning, kicking your heels against it's ornate headboard. You beamed at him, teeth sharp, but eyes thankfully non-demonic, to save yourself the headache.

"I feel very spooky," you tell him earnestly.

"You look very spooky," Rae grins up at you as she's still lounging on the burning chair.

"You sure you still doing okay? The effect isn't wearing off is it?" Corpse asked her, and as if to prove how well the invulnerability he'd temporarily bestowed upon her was holding up, she wriggled around to get more comfortable on the actively-burning cushion she was sitting on.

For a moment, you switches over to your true sight, squinting at Rae, and using your hand to block out some of Corpse's innate light. Like this, with his angelic gift bestowed upon her, every part of her shimmers with a faint, iridescent light, even her wings, despite the fact that they weren't currently visible to the rest of the world. It's proof that he cares, even if it's only visible to you; it warms your heart.

Once the video drops, however -

"Is this what it's like being you?" You asked idly, laying on Corpse's couch as you scroll through Twitter, "everyone accusing you of sleeping with Rae, but also everyone wanting to be stepped on or choked by you?" After a long moment of silence and deliberation, Corpse huffs a long sigh.

"Pretty much." He casts a fond look to you, "you guys do act like you wanna fuck each other in the video -"

"Because she's hot and she's playing you!" You counter, sitting up suddenly, in time to catch his faintly pleased and flustered expression before it disappears, "me wanting to fuck you is not news, I don't know why the world is acting like it is -"

"Because it's you and Rae."

"It's not my fault we're both hot as fuck and confident!"

And he bursts out laughing.

[ID: A video posted to @Corpse_Husband's Instagram story.

The furniture of the apartment indicates the video was taken in Y/N's apartment.

"My favourite Hot Demon Bitch habit they have, which I didn't realise until we met up in person, is that they use their tail for everything." As Corpse speaks, he pan the camera up from the floor to where you are typing on your laptop, with your tail wrapped carefully around the handle of your mug. Looking up from your work, you seem confused by the interruption, before looking to your tail. You lean in and take a careful sip, as if to prove your control over the extremity.

"I've had it my whole life, it's too sharp to not have good control over," you explained earnestly.

"I watched you cut a sandwich with it the other day."

"I had just showered, it was fine," you rolled your eyes, going back to your laptop, though you can't suppress the smirk at the corner of your lips, "anyways, not like you've ever complained about it... something, something, knifeplay, something -" The video immediately ends.

End ID.]

"Okay, new sub goal; if we reach it I'll show you guys the horns, okay?" As time went on, more and more people were embracing your demonic aesthetic. Once people had gotten over the shock of how varied your aesthetic could be, they started to see that it didn't change who you were. You were a demon for the full eight years before you'd announced it to the world, and they loved you then for who you were.

"Not to be mean to your chat," you can already hear the smug smile Rae is wearing without even having to see her, "but I have so many beautiful photos of you and your horns."

"Rae, you're a menace to society," you tell her flatly, "my society specifically."

"I gaze lovingly at them sometimes," she continues on, half giggling.

"Yeah, but that hot-ass demon's all mine, Rae, you can keep your photos," Corpse piped up, and your whole face scrunched up with exasperation.

"Just say you were worried I was going to steal Y/N from you during that music video."

"The only reason you would have been able to steal Y/N is because you were playing me, you know that, right?"

You buried your face in your hands, if only to hide how flustered your boyfriend and your best friend mock arguing over your made you.

"You are literally so cute when you get all jealous and protective over Y/N," Rae coos, which shuts Corpse up fast.

"Every time I'm reminded why our most popular subtwt name is hashtag-horny-twt, I lose like ten years off my life," you groaned, which at least got both Rae and Corpse to laugh, talking over each other about how you act like you weren't actively the biggest part of sexual-tension-laden music video, and that really it was your fault for being hot and having horns. You want to play along, play annoyed, but your chat sees your endeared smile as it curves at the edge of your lips.

The world may look at you differently now, but with the way nothing has changed with how the people you love regard you, you can't bring yourself to care about what anyone else thinks.

[secondlifep]

Metallica and Cliff Burton

Hello there boys and girls, SecondLifeP here with a story to share with all of you, inspired by @5triderofthenorth and his commentary on the wonderful world of Metallica...

I was 15 years old, just starting my first year of high school. An all-boys school intended to make something out of me and prepare me for the hallowed halls of university, just another path in what was expected to be an amazing and storied life of another lower middle-class dork propped up into the echelons of higher learning.

My exposure to music at that time came through a number of forms:

First was the record, 8-track and cassette collection that I was exposed to by my parents, a wild and crazy assortment of the Oak Ridge Boys, Jesus Christ Superstar, John Denver, Saturday Night Fever, Dolly Parton, Kenny Rogers, and many others in between... I especially loved disco, and could often be found jamming and "dancing" to the Saturday Night Fever 8-track that my parents had.

The second form was the radio, where what became the classic 80's was often heard ... Blondie, Queen, Styx, Thomas Dolby, Devo, and many others were to be heard ... I also heard a great deal of Led Zeppelin (Say "Stairway to Heaven" one more time) and Pink Floyd (I think I OD on Another Brick in the Wall in those days).

The third was through a really close friend that I had known for years that got me introduced to the harder music and especially what became the new wave of British Heavy Metal including Iron Maiden and my favorite band, Judas Priest.

Along the way, I had heard of bands like Black Sabbath and Iron Butterfly, but they were not on my radar all that much at the time ...

Coming back to high school, one of my least favorite classes at the time was English class ... didn't much like reading stuff, would rather be playing video games or watching horror movies or daydreaming of teenage girls naked and full of lusty desires for me (far from the reality of my life, btw). I sat in the back of the class, the last seat in the last row ... where I could hide in quiet solitude and not worry about too much.

The only cool thing about that class was that the teacher seemed to be a "friend of the 60's", wink wink, smart fella but very laid back and chill. Almost too chill. I was never sure if he was totally with it most days. In an ironic twist of fate, he also taught me how to drive and took me for my drivers' license about a year later ... let's just say we took driving slow ... it was all cool, man.

I was a super shy and quiet kid, so I didn't make too many friends, but there was this kid who sat in front of me who seemed pretty cool. Liked the same kids of music and even brought in a playboy or two for me to ogle in the back of the class, which his older brother got for him, I think.

Anyhow, one day during class he turns around and asks me if I want to go see a concert with him. It was kinda outta the blue, as we didn't hang out after school or anything ... but I was apparently intrigued by the extra attention and said sure. He asked me to give him the money and he would take care of the tickets...

So I asked my parents, and surprisingly they said yes.. I think they were just happy to see my being social, so even if this kid wanted to take me in a white van, and get high and hang with strippers (there goes my imagination again), I think they might have just been fine and dandy with that.

That being settled, I brought the money to school and gave it to him to get the tickets.

We were going to see this guy named Ozzy Osbourne, who had a new album out that I had heard some of and was interested in. The album was called Bark at the Moon.

I was excited and after getting the tickets, didn't even know that there was such a thing as an "opening act" when we went to see the concert.

The night of the concert my father dropped me off at the arena, and I met my friend and we went in. I am not sure where or how he got the tickets, but we had these amazing seats ... 25th row on the floor near the center of the stage.

As the lights went out and the show began, I was excited to embark on my first concert experience and to hear live, the songs of the album I had just started to get acquainted with. As the beginning of the show began, it was this extremely loud and hard and fast sound that I did not recognize as being any of the songs I was familiar with, and looking at the stage, I saw this large cloth backdrop with an image and band name that I couldn't quite read and these three guys (minus the drummer) came out on stage and started playing this loud, heavy, fast and mind pounding music.

I was in awe ... I was blown away ... and my ears were numb from the throbbing sounds, in particular the lower frequency registers that were pulsating in, around, and threw me given where I was situated in the arena.

I could not understand a word of the lyrics, but the music was amazing and energy lifted me in a way that I had never experienced before.

The entire time this band played, there was this guy in front of me, on stage, playing an instrument (I didn't know a guitar or bass from a hole in the wall at the time), with long straight and messy hair, he wore a denim jacket with the sleeves torn off, denim jeans and a t-shirt and had this scary, facial hair thing that I didn't quite know what it was.

He thrashed his head up and down, letting his hair fly everywhere, looking out at us from time to time in this very strong and gauntlet-like stare. He was there but not there, present but also surreal at the same time.

I watched him almost the entire time the band performed ... he was hypnotic and this energy came from him that I could feel, figuratively and in reality, as I could connect the thumping that made my ears and body pound with the movement of his playing.

In between songs I could see him grabbing plastic cups with what I surmised was beer, occasionally drinking and sloshing and sometimes throwing little swishes of the liquid into the audience who screamed and yelled at his presence.

When it was over, I found myself no longer in the arena, my mind was in another place.

Ozzy came out after the stage change break and played a magnificent show. Jake E. Lee, who I came to later love as a guitarist (really loved Badlands first album and Jake's straight-ahead sound and playing) was on guitar. He had broken his leg, so he was in a full leg cast, yet still managed to electrify the audience.

After the concert, I had to go to a payphone to call my father to pick me up. I remember that call exactly as it happened. He picked up the phone and I told him the concert was over and he asked me "How was it?" to which I responded "It was fucking amazing!", not realizing that I had used a word of strictly forbidden language at the time, and my father either not hearing it over the loudness of all the people around me or giving me a pass given the circumstances - I never did learn that.

The next day, I had to go find out about this band that had opened for Ozzy and get the album that they had played from and learn all about them. Good thing the ticket stub had their name on it, otherwise I would never have known: Metallica

Their album Master of Puppets was what they were touring in support of .. and this guy that stood on stage, larger than life, and whose presence and charisma had enjoined me into the masses of fandom for the band ... his name was Cliff. Cliff Burton.

I listened to Master of Puppets on vinyl for hours and hours and hours ... and then became engaged in both their earlier and later catalog.

I started picking up music magazines and guitar magazines to learn about the band and learn their music. Not too many months later I got to read about a tragic accident that had occurred with this band I had only learned about and was getting into... and one of the members of the band was killed in the accident. It took me a bit to connect the dots, but when I did it left me with the strangest feeling of sadness.

Only decades later did I come to appreciate the reality of this situation and the good fortune I had had from the kid sitting in front of me in a stupid English class who invited me to a concert and I got to experience the amazing energy of a musician that passed away shortly after and most definitely too soon.

As a budding guitar player, my early "bands" played from a selection of bands' music, including Judas Priest, AC/DC, and most importantly Metallica.

Before I purged some of my social media participation last year, I was FB friends with this boy who bought me this ticket and took me to this concert, we still talked about it a few times over the decades and what an amazing time it was.

[piratewithvigor]

My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool 

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously. 

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged. 

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

[thespiritofvexation]

Got this book in the mail today and I'm overjoyed! It's simply a collection of more or less elaborate recollections from regular people who saw Cream live and in person, presented in chronological order.

This is the kind of stuff I absolutely LOVE! As someone way too young to have been there myself these kind of stories really help set the mood and paint the picture of what it must have been like. See what I do with my way too big interest in this band is I collect photos, memorabilia (photos of memorabilia, as I am poor), reviews and screenshots of eyewitness reports etc. and organize it chronologically by show. This I use when making some of my Cream posts. Problem is citing a source if I want to include a recollection someone maybe shared in a closed facebook group or as a comment on a youtube video. How do you do that and is it even an ok thing to do? So this book is basically gold for me! (even if this is very much a me-problem since my posts are only seen by me and a handful of others)

Having only leafed through it I was hoping for more photos of the band, but it is as if people in the 60's hadn't even heard of a smartphone:/

Big plus is that the book has CREAM on the cover and not a photo of Eric Clapton taken decades after the band broke up, a particular pet peeve of mine!

I got it here! they've got similar books on Queen, Black Sabbath and Rolling Stones as well

[wouldnt-it-be-hilarious-if-i]

Learning to love Metal: It's a Process

Part I.

Listen, I’ve always said I love every genre of music. And I do—I listen to just about everything. But one thing I’ve never really gotten into? Heavy metal or screamo. It just gives me the worst headaches, you know? I was sort of thinking about where this comes from since a quick google search showed that apparently, metal is a recommended remedy for migraines? Weird, since I experience the opposite of relief.

But anyway, I was thinking about it, and remembering where this reaction comes from. The only thing I could think of was my older brother. I have one older brother that I like, and he’s always been a huge heavy metal and screamo type of guy. He also used to have a pretty extensive knife collection. He has no memory of how I reacted to heavy metal when he listened to it when I was younger, but I remember as a child, I’d put my hands over my ears when listening to loud music most of the time because it just stressed me out. I also remember times where I’d sit and listen to rock music and 90s alternative with him while he played video games.

I found a website that maps out the history of heavy metal music, explaining everything from where the genre first began and how it grew. For this blog series, I’ll be listing out the music that I listen to from this website, rating it honestly, and talking more about the history and meaning behind the music. 

BLACK SABBATH (SONG)

Today, I’ll be talking about Black Sabbath.

The first four songs on the website are by Black Sabbath, and all of them came out in the 1970s. The song titles are as follows: Black Sabbath, Paranoid, War Pigs, and Iron Man. I will only be writing about three of them.

I will start out by saying that I am completely unsurprised by the fact that I like Black Sabbath. I’ve never really listened to them, but I listen to music like this. I use to be a big AC/DC, Lynard Skynrd, Aerosmith girl. Especially when I was younger before my music tastes became more folksy/country/indie and bedroom pop. So, it’s unsurprising to me that I really enjoy Black Sabbath. 

The first song, Black Sabbath, has an interesting story behind it. According to the Wikipedia page dedicated to this song, Black Sabbath was written based on the experiences of the primary lyricist and guitarist of the band, Geezer Butler. At the time, he was very into the occult and had his apartment painted matte black. He had inverted crosses all over his walls and pictures of Satan as a decor. The story goes that Ozzy Osbourne, the lead vocalist of Black Sabbath, gave Butler a black occult book that had pictures of Satan on it. 

“Butler read the book and then placed it on a shelf beside his bed before going to sleep. When he woke up, he claims he saw a large black figure standing at the end of his bed, staring at him. The figure vanished and Butler ran to the shelf where he had placed the book earlier, but the book was gone. Butler related this story to Osbourne, who then wrote the lyrics to the song based on Butler's experience.”

Opinion

I recognize it’s place as one of the most popular Black Sabbath songs. I think the story is creepy and interesting. However, it’s a bit too slow for me compared to other songs by Black Sabbath and honestly, I kind of think it’s boring. The story behind it is cooler than the song itself is. 

THAT BEING SAID, I love the guitar in this song. I think that alone definitely gives this song more star quality. It’s very impressive sounding to me, but then again, I can’t play guitar so I have no idea if it’s actually impressive or if I’m just a bit of a novice when it comes to recognizing the difficulty of things like that.

I rate this song a 7 out of 10. 

PARANOID (SONG)

The next song on the list is Paranoid. I really like this song, especially in comparison to Black Sabbath. Here’s what I uncovered about this song: Apparently, this song was written after the entire Black Sabbath debut album, which was recorded in about two or three days. It’s the group's first single and it came out about six months after the first album. 

Opinion

There’s no silly funky story behind this song. It was essentially a filler song for after the album was released to keep their name in people’s mind. And yet, I like it way better than I liked Black Sabbath. I like the pace, and I like the lyrics a lot more. There’s a lot more to connect to for me when talking about insanity and suicidal tendencies than there is when talking about the Devil, which I’ll readily admit terrifies the baby Catholic I once was. 

This one is not my absolute favorite out of the four songs that are presented on the list before moving onto other bands and artists. But I like it a lot, and I think it’s a great listen. 

I’m rating this one a 7 out 10 as well. 

WAR PIGS

War Pigs scared the shit out of me at least three times while I was going over the songs on this list. Not because it’s scary or anything, but because the volume on the Paranoid music video is significantly lower than the volume on the War Pigs music video. So, I’d be taking notes on the music from the last song and then this one would play SUPER loud and scare me every time. I audibly screamed the first time, and the next time I laughed at myself because I put my hand over my heart and said, “Good lord!” 

War Pigs does have a great story behind it, and I like it way more than the story behind Black Sabbath, mostly because I love a good political fuck you more than I love anything else in this world. War Pigs was apparently an anti-war song, and you can hear it in the song itself with the sounds of air raids, the sense of anger and urgency in the singer’s voice, and the simple but cutting lyrics. 

The story goes that the original name of the song was Warpurgis. Historically, “Saint Walpurga was hailed by the Christians of Germany for battling "pest, rabies, and whooping cough, as well as against witchcraft.” Christians prayed to God through the intercession of Saint Walpurga in order to protect themselves from witchcraft, as Saint Walpurga was successful in converting the local populace to Christianity.” Around the 1960s, The Church of Satan was founded on the same night as this Christian holiday. This is an important religious holiday for Satanists, who at the time knew the traditional association it had to witchcraft. 

According to Geezer Butler, the song was more so about war, which he viewed as evil. "It wasn’t about politics or government or anything. It was Evil itself. So I was saying 'generals gathered in the masses / just like witches at black masses' to make an analogy. But when we brought it to the record company, they thought 'Walpurgis' sounded too Satanic. And that's when we turned it into 'War Pigs'. But we didn't change the lyrics, because they were already finished.” You can read more of the interview where he said this here.

Historically speaking, around this time, mandatory service had ended in Britain. But people still lived in fear of getting drafted due to the Vietnam War. The song is a rebellious song about the general population being used as pawns for big government assholes who send people off to wars they themselves won’t fight in but will allow others to die in. I particularly liked this verse:

In the fields, the bodies burning

As the war machine keeps turning

Death and hatred to mankind

Poisoning their brainwashed minds

And this one:

Now in darkness, world stops turning

Ashes where their bodies burning

No more war pigs have the power

Hand of God has struck the hour

Opinion

I think the symbolism here is pretty fantastic. It’s simple but clear, effective, and pretty easy to agree with. I really like the weight in the lyrics, “the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning.” It really reminds me of the amount of men and women who have devoted themselves to fight in the middle east despite the US and other Western countries being pretty at fault for much of these wars. 

Anyway, due to my overall interest in politics and history, I’m rating this one a solid 7 and a half out of ten. I really like this one! 

Next, I'll be listening to and rating a mixture of Black Sabbath, Sir Lord Baltimore, Budgie, and Buffalo. Stay tuned!