#russ parrish

[veilofmegiddo]

did you guys know they used to hoist satchel into the air for his guitar solo (and sometimes not let him down)? I didn't until i watched this podcast episode! what the hell is wrong with them. 2010 was so weird

[criminallyoverrated]

Baby boy is so cute with glasses on istg. They also draw more attention to his BEAUTIFUL EYES, GODDAMN, LOOK AT HIM!!

[heidismagblog]

[artoffrankie666]

[xxsatchelzspandexx]

Steel Panther pics! I love these dudes!💕❤️🤘🏻✨️🎸

[eagletek]

Steel Panther's Satchel says BTS make the "worst fucking music I've heard in my life"

Steel Panther guitarist Russ ‘Satchel’ Parrish has hit out at K-pop icons BTS, saying they make the “worst fucking music I’ve heard in my life”. The guitarist was talking to Classic Rock Magazine for a new Q&A, when he discussed how he found out about BTS. “Recently we went to Japan and I had a day to kill. I was trapped in my hotel room and somebody told me BTS had sold out the Raiders stadium…

[metalindex-hu]

Steel Panther: On The Prowl (2023)

Steel Panther: On The Prowl (2023) - https://dionysosrising.blog.hu/2023/02/24/steel_panther_on_the_prowl -

Kiadó: Steel Panther Inc.

Honlapok: www.steelpantherrocks.com facebook.com/steelpantherkicksass

Nem vagyok róla meggyőződve, hogy sok értelme van erről a megjelenésről beszámolni. Mondom ezt úgy, hogy a trágár és enyhén szólva sikamlós (valójában inkább pornográf) szövegek ellenére az első két lemezt kimondottan szerettem, a harmadikkal pedig jól elvoltam (istenkáromló borító ide vagy oda). Azután elkezdték az amúgy sem magas lécet egyre lejjebb és lejjebb állítani (lásd a 2017-es lemez prófétai címét!). A legutóbbi, 2019-ben megjelent „Heavy Metal Rules” nálam már az értékelhetetlen kategóriába csúszott; egyetlen dalának sem sikerült megszólítania bennem sem a rajongót, sem – általában véve – a zeneszerető rockert.

Némileg azért reménykedtem, hiszen a csapat legvisszataszítóbb fizimiskájú, imidzsű muzsikusa, Travis „Lexxi Foxx” Haley basszugitáros lelépett, akinek helyére először ideiglenesen, majd némi kínlódás után véglegesen a banda turnémenedzsere, Joe „Spyder” Lester lépett. Naivan azt gondoltam, ez majd ürügyet szolgáltat a régen esedékes fazonigazításra, hiszen a fémpárducok már egy ideje jól láthatóan elindultak az ellaposodás, eljelentéktelenedés útján. Nagyot tévedtem, sőt kiderült, hogy Lexxi Fox volt az egész brigádban talán a legnormálisabb arc, aki a gusztustalan, gyomorforgató ökörködés helyett évek óta a békés családalapítást, gyermekvállalást szerette volna előnyben részesíteni. Micsoda csapást mért ezzel a szívós munkával fölépített aljadék arculatra!

Az „On The Prowl” a 13 szám ellenére gyakorlatilag ráférne egy bakelit lemezre (kb. 47 perc hosszú). Némileg meglepetés az itt-ott haloványan kontúrozott punk rockos beütés amúgy korai Mötley Crüe módra (Never Too Late, One Pump Chump), de az Aerosmith ’70-es évekbeli munkásságát idéző dalok is újdonságnak számítanak (Put My Money, Is My Dick Enough). Érezhetően keresték a kitörési pontokat, de szerintem nem jártak sikerrel.

Továbbra is állítom, hogy Ralph „Michael Starr” Saenz nagyszerű énekes, Russ „Satchel” Parrish pedig nemcsak technikás gitáros, de szólói szinte kivétel nélkül élményszámba mennek. A faszinak a teljes eszköz-, dallam- és stíluskészlet a kisujjában van. Ez azonban még kevés; a dalok tényleg egyre jellegtelenebbek, a dallamok pedig egyre kevésbé fogósak. Mindössze három nótát szeretek az albumról (ebben a tekintetben már jobb az előzőnél!): a „Friends With Benefits” hatalmas, hol White Lion-ízű, hol annál karcosabb rockhimnusz bámulatos szólókkal, a klipes „1987” hangulatos, nosztalgikus tisztelgés a ’80-as évek legnagyobb bandái előtt (mint egykor a P. Mobil „Az óra körbejárt” című dala az eggyel korábbi évtized legendái előtt), a „Pornstar” pedig – ha valaki el tud vonatkoztatni a csacsi szövegtől – meglehetősen dögös kis rock ballada. De ennyi. Ki is fújt.

Eddig a „szerkesztőségünkben” is egyre tapinthatóbb ellenszenv, illetve értetlenség ellenére védelmeztem őket, de végül a zenészek maguk minden eszközt, minden érvet kicsavartak a kezemből, és csak állok a Steel Panther föliratú kipukkant lufi színes, nyáltól csöpögő cafatai előtt szomorúan.

Tartuffe

[weatherskybird]

La la land soundtrack walmart

The Isley Brothers – Between The Sheets.

David Bowie – Somebody Up There Likes Meīounce FM | DJ – The Funktipus (George Clinton).

Grand Funk Railroad – Some Kind of Wonderful.

Creedence Clearwater Revival – Green River.

K-DST | DJ – Tommy "The Nightmare" Smith (Axl Rose)

Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock – It Takes Two.

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo – Road to the Riches.

Radio Espantoso | DJ – Pepe (Tony Chiroldes)

Rockstar's Lovefist – Dangerous Bastard.

Motley Crue – Too Young to Fall in Love.

Judas Priest – You've Got Another Thing Coming.

Oliver Cheatham – Get Down Saturday Night.

Foreigner – Waiting For a Girl Like Youįever 105 | DJ – Oliver "Ladykiller" Biscuit (Julius Dyson).

Cutting Crew – (I Just) Died in Your Arms.

Man Parrish - Hip Hop Be Bop (Don't Stop)Įmotion 98.3 | DJ – Fernando Martinez (Frank Chavez).

Zapp + Roger - More Bounce to the Ounce.

Grandmaster Flash-The Furious Five – The Message.

INXS – Kiss the Dirt (Falling Down the Mountain).

Electric Light Orchestra – Four Little Diamonds.

The Human League – (Keep Feeling) Fascination.

A Flock of Seagulls – I Ran (So Far Away).

Wave 103 | DJ – Adam First (Jamie Canfield)

Paul Engemann – Scarface (Push It to the Limit)Ĭhatterbox FM | DJ – Lazlow (voices himself)Īll Radio Stations and Songs in GTA Vice Cityįrom Flash FM, Fever 105, and Emotion 98.3, we have compiled a complete list of all GTA Vice City radio stations, as well as all the songs that are set to make an appearance.

Head Radio | DJ – Michael Hunt (Russ Mottla)įlashback 95.6 | DJ – Toni (Maria Chambers) MSX FM | DJ – MC Codebreaker (voices himself)

Agallah & Sean Price – Rising to the Top.

JoJo Pellegrino – JoJo Pellegrino Freestyle.

Game Radio FM | DJs – Stretch Armstrong (voices himself) and Lord Sear (voices himself)

April's In Paris – Feels Like I Just Can't Take No More.

Lips 106 | DJs - Cliff Lane (Ed McMann) and Andee (Shelley Miller)

Chris Walsh & Dave Beran – Shake (Revolt Clogrock Remix).

Rise FM | DJ - Andre “The Accelerator” (André) K-Jah | DJ – Horace ‘The Pacifist ’Walsh (Herman Stephens)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart – Finch'han del vino.

Gaetano Donizetti – Chi mi frena in tal momento.

Giuseppe Verdi – Libiamo ne' lieti calici.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart – Non più andrai farfallone amoroso.

[veilofmegiddo]

stuff from my early 2000s panther hoarde, will be occasionally posting dumps like this every now and then :P

[kkugamuchi]

[fantherkatelyn]

Really missing these boys, but thank God I’ll be seeing them in March again. (Well at least Satchel, Michael and Stix) 🖤

[velvetdestroya]

 Gerard Way backstage with Steel Panther at the Soundwave Festival at Melbourne showgrounds on Sunday the 22nd of February 2015 in Melbourne, Australia. Wonder what’s he’s telling them?

[photo credit; Martin Philbey/Redferns]

[xxsatchelzspandexx]

Pictures from my Steel Panther Meet & Greet!!!💕🎸✨️🔥

[ascendthisday]

You Really Really Love Me

gif by veilofmegiddo

Paring(s): Satchel/Michael Starr

Word Count: 860~

Info: Pure Fluff, Men In Love, So Impossibly Clean, Like They Don't Even Kiss Clean, Short and Sweet, Brunch Dates

Summary: "You know what I've never understood?" Michael mused from across the small table. It was date night! Or, more so, date day as Satchel had taken him out for brunch. "Mm, what?" He half-heartedly asked as he grazed over the laminated menu placed in front of him. 

Authors Note: okay so this one is like... steel panther canon? idk what else to call it but they are NOT ralph and russ in this!!! it is the characters michael and satchel, not the guys behind them! ralph and russ dont even exist in this universe (depsite what the tags may make u think) once again i am the worst poster EVER but we're getting there! this is the most pg13 fic ever literally just boys being boys and going out for brunch! i have 2 other sp fics ill eventually post probably so be prepared

"You know what I've never understood?" Michael mused from across the small table. It was date night! Or, more so, date day as Satchel had taken him out for brunch. "Mm, what?" He half-heartedly asked as he grazed over the laminated menu placed in front of him. 

"Your hands! They're so, like, not right. I don't know how to describe it but your fingers are too short for you to play guitar the way you do." Satchel raised an eyebrow above his sunglasses, suddenly much more interested in the singer's miniature rant. "Not to be an asshole or anything- you'd just never expect it! When I tried to learn guitar, I gave up because my fingers were too short to comfortably hold the damn thing! It's just cool, I guess." 

"Seems like you spend a lot of time staring at my hands, stalker." Satchel chortled as he placed his flimsy menu in a stack on top of Michael's. He leaned forward on the square patio table as he rested his chin in his hand. As much as he jokingly argued with the man, he absolutely adored the blond-haired vocalist that sat in front of him. "Oh yeah, hard to not take notice when they're wrapped around my dick every night!" Michael wittily retorted, gazing back at the guitarist. Unfortunately for him, their waiter had returned just as his snarky reply had left his lips. 

"So, um, what will you gentlemen have today?" The waiter, Stacy as assigned by her nametag, staggered as she stared down at her notepad, just as white as the ruled paper she gawked at. "Oh! I will have an earl grey with a breakfast burrito and he," Satchel pointed across the table "will have a cappuccino with the fruity pancakes. Thank you, Stacy!" 

When Stacy had left their table after droning out their order, the two men burst into giggles. "God, I will never know how you guess exactly what I want to order! Did you get me the fruity pancakes because you knew I wanted them or did you just want to subtly call me gay?" Michael questioned as he played a show of mock horror. "Maybe a little bit of both." Satchel grinned as he ran a hand through his mane of hair. 

"Aw, c'mon jackass! I'm not even, like, that gay. If I'm gay, I'm like point five percent gay, and I reserve that percent for you!" Michael quipped as he lightly kicked the other man in the shin from across the table. It was so calm to just be them, no overbearing drummers or absent bassists, just Michael and Satchel. When things got rough, it always dwindled down to that. Their peers joked that they were some sort of power couple and they'd just laugh it off and snort a line or two, because how could anyone know how close they actually were? Everyone assumed the casual ass grabbing and borderline homo remarks were just for public appearances, to keep up that vaguely homosexual aura of the 80's. Plus, any sane man or woman would want of piece of Satchel's ass. It's a nice ass! 

"Hmm, yeah. Okay," Satchel sassed "anyways, your hair looks really pretty today. Dare I even say, it looks bitchin'." He motioned to the way the singer had pushed his bleach-blond hair back with the sunglasses resting on his head. He had pulled out the little waves by his ears, too. It made Satchel's heart ache. How could such a playboy be so fucking cute? "Aw, you love me! Thank you." Michael teased as he ran his fingers through the ends of his hair. "You look good, by the way. Thanks for shaving off your stubble because it irritates my face when we make out. That was sweet of you." The singer smiled at the gentle pink that flushed the guitarist's face. Satchel had never quite gotten used to the compliments despite how many he received. 

The guitarist simply replied with a little 'hmmph' sound and let a little smile peck at the corners of his mouth. Eventually, Stacy found her way back with armfuls of overpriced nutriments. For the money they had dropped on the food, it honestly didn't look half bad! Steam rose off of the two mugs that rested on separate saucers that clinked together when placed on the table. It was a chilly day, so the hot beverages fit their frozen states just perfectly. Despite the lack of warmth, the two men stayed local to their torn fishnet and spandex pants. 

"Fuck, I'm cold as shit!" Michael exclaimed, dramatically shivering. Since he hadn't brought a jacket with him to pull the stereotypical boyfriend move, Satchel stood up, scooted over his chair, and moved his belongings to the other side of the table. "It's not even that cold out, wuss." He mumbled as he placed his head on Michael's shoulder and snuggled up to the singer. "If anyone recognizes us, tell them I'm dead so we look less gay." Satchel talked to himself, unaware of the loving gaze the singer had focused on him. 

"I could get used to this, y'know?" Michael cooed as he sipped at his cappuccino.  

"Yeah. This is nice." 

[dreamcatchr]

gorgeous

[themightyhet]

Thar She Blows!

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