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axelwolf8109 · 3 months

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I love that like 85% of I'd Do Anything For Love is instrumental....that song is just absofuckinglutely amazing

#meatloaf #I'd do anything for love #I'd do anything for love (but i won't do that)#bat out of hell #bat out of hell 2 #albums #michael lee aday #one of my favorite songs

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erandiblack · 7 months

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Happy Halloween or Ferici Helowin

My final Lindeapir quote is by the rock singer Michael Lee Aday, professionally known as Meat Loaf.

English:

"As most people know, I am a vampire, so I have no reflection.

Every day, I paste a picture of someone else on the mirror."

Lindeapir:

“As meisten personşi saber, eu fi apir, so eu net imet reflecți.

Tagomni, eu pegaruk imagen de cinewelse en speculi.”

#conlang #vampire #meat loaf #michael lee aday #lindeapir

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70s80sandbeyond · 8 months

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Michael Lee Aday better known as Meat Loaf

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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 1 year

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Worldwide Privacy Tour #EasterEggs

Harry the Lost Boy

Meghan plotted for Disney & won a "Peter Pan." It's not a coincidence that South Park compared Harry to Strat's Lost Boy character. The musical premiered in the UK (2017) & then Toronto. Meat Loaf actually relocated to London during his career and was quite happy in the UK.

"My love, I will do anything for your privacy."

Before the album Bat Out of Hell was released, Steinman worked on a musical of that storyline that was called "Neverland" at the time.

Steinman has said in interviews that a version of the Peter Pan story inspired some of the songs on the 1977 album Bat Out of Hell, and that is the connection between this musical and the 1977 album.

RIP Meat Loaf - I'd do Anything for Love

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I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)

"Written by Jim Steinman(1977), and recorded by Meat Loaf with Lorraine Crosby. The song was released in 1993 as the first single from the album Bat Out of Hell II.

The last six verses feature a female singer who was credited only as "Mrs. Loud" in the album notes. She was later identified as Lorraine Crosby. However, she does not appear in the video, in which her vocals are lip-synched by Dana Patrick."

"After 35 years, it still sells an estimated 200,000 copies annually and stayed on the charts for over nine years, making it one of the best selling albums of all time."

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"Meat Loaf promoted the single with US vocalist Patti Russo. "

"Michael Lee Aday (born Marvin Lee Aday, September 27, 1947), known by his stage name Meat Loaf, is an American hard rock musician and actor. He is noted for the Bat Out of Hell album trilogy consisting of Bat Out of Hell, Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell and Bat Out of Hell III: The Monster is Loose. Bat Out of Hell has sold more than 43 million copies worldwide."

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"Strat: the eccentric and forever (18) eighteen year old leader of 'The Lost', a group of teenagers whose DNA froze at eighteen (18) causing them to remain young forever. He falls in love with Falco's daughter, Raven. He and 'The Lost' live in abandoned subway tunnels below the city of Obsidian."

"Bat Out of Hell: The Musical (promoted as Jim Steinman's Bat Out of Hell: The Musical) is a rock musical with music, lyrics and book by Jim Steinman, based on the Bat Out of Hell album by Meat Loaf. Steinman wrote all of the songs, most of which are from the Bat Out of Hell trilogy of albums (Bat Out of Hell, Bat Out of Hell II: Back into Hell, and Bat Out of Hell III: The Monster Is Loose). The musical is a loose retelling of Peter Pan, set in post-apocalyptic Manhattan (now named 'Obsidian'), and follows Strat, the forever young leader of 'The Lost' who has fallen in love with Raven, daughter of Falco, the tyrannical ruler of Obsidian."

"Steinman has said in interviews that a version of the Peter Pan story inspired some of the songs on the 1977 album Bat Out of Hell, and that is the connection between this musical and the 1977 album."

"Before the album Bat Out of Hell was released, Steinman worked on a musical of that storyline that was called "Neverland" at the time."

I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)

And I would do anything for love

I'd run right into hell and back

I would do anything for love

I'll never lie to you and that's a fact

But I'll never forget the way you feel right now

Oh no, no way

And I would do anything for love

But I won't do that

I won't do that

Anything for love

I would do anything for love

But I won't do that

I won't do that

Some days it don't come easy

Some days it don't come hard

Some days it don't come at all

And these are the days that never end

Some nights you're breathing fire

Some nights you're carved in ice

Some nights you're like nothing I've ever seen before

Or will again

Maybe I'm crazy

Oh, it's crazy and it's true

I know you can save me

No one else can save me now but you

As long as the planets are turning

As long as the stars are burning

As long as your dreams are coming true

You better believe it!

That I would do anything for love

And I'll be there till the final act

I would do anything for love

And I'll take a vow and seal a pact

But I'll never forgive myself

If we don't go all the way tonight!

I would do anything for love

Oh, I would do anything for love

I would do anything for love

But I won't do that

No, I won't do that

I would do anything for love

Anything you've been dreaming of

But I just won't do that

Somedays I pray for silence

Somedays I pray for soul

Somedays I just pray to the God

Of Sex and Drums and Rock 'N' Roll

Some nights I lose the feeling

Some nights I lose control

Some nights I just lose it all

When I watch you dance and the thunder rolls

Maybe I'm lonely

And that's all I'm qualified to be

There's just one and only

The one and only promise I can keep

As long as the wheels are turning

As long as the fires are burning

As long as your prayers are coming true

You better believe it

That I would do anything for love

And you know it's true and that's a fact

I would do anything for love

And there'll never be no turning back

But I'll never do it better than I do it with you

So long, so long

And I would do anything for love

Oh, I would do anything for love

I would do anything for love

But I won't do that

No, no, no, I won't do that

I would do anything for love

Anything you've been dreaming of

But I just won't do that

But I'll never stop dreaming of you

Every night of my life, no way

And I would do anything for love

Oh, I would do anything for love

I would do anything for love

But I won't do that

No, I won't do that

[Girl:] Will you raise me up?

Will you help me down?

Will you get me right out of this God-forsaken town?

Will you make it all a little less cold?

[Boy:] I can do that!

I can do that!

[Girl:] Will you hold me sacred?

Will you hold me tight?

Can you colorize my life?

I'm so sick of black and white...

Can you make it all a little less old?

[Boy:] I can do that!

Oh, oh, now I can do that!

[Girl:] Will you make me some magic

With your own two hands?

Can you build an emerald city

With these grains of sand?

Can you give me something I can take home?

[Boy:] I can do that!

Oh, oh now, I can do that!

[Girl:] Will you cater to every fantasy I got?

Will you hose me down with holy water

If I get too hot?

Will you take me places I've never known?

[Girl:] Will you cater to every fantasy I got?

Will you hose me down with holy water

If I get too hot?

Will you take me places I've never known?

[Boy:] I can do that!

Oh, oh now, I can do that!

[Girl:] After a while you'll forget everything

It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night's fling

And you'll see that it's time to move on

[Boy:] I won't do that!

No, I won't do that!

[Girl:] I know the territory, I've been around

It'll all turn to dust and we'll all fall down

And sooner or later, you'll be screwing around...

[Boy:] I won't do that!

No, I won't do that!

Anything for love

Oh, I would do anything for love

I would do anything for love

But I won't do that

No, I won't do that

Anything for love

Oh, I would do anything for love

I would do anything for love

But I won't do that

No, I won't do that

#revenge #tom bower #like a spare #spare us #crazy in love #south park #worldwide privacy tour #bat out of hell the musical #easter eggs #neverland #modern day tragedy #waaagh #Youtube

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freaxs-blog · 4 months

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A year ago today, we bid farewell to the legendary American musician, Meat Loaf (Marvin Lee Aday), who rocked our worlds with his larger-than-life persona and iconic music.

Meat Loaf's 1978 album "Bat Out of Hell" wasn't just an album; it was a sonic journey that spent a jaw-dropping 457 weeks on the UK album chart. His Bat Out of Hell trilogy boasts a whopping 50 million copies sold worldwide. Imagine your debut album staying on the charts for over nine years – that's the Meat Loaf magic!

🔄Did you know that in 1984, Meat Loaf legally changed his first name from Marvin to Michael? The reason? A Levi Strauss & Co. commercial that haunted him, featuring the line, "Poor fat Marvin can't wear Levi's." The things artists do for their craft and self-esteem!

I Would Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That) Let's talk about THAT epic ballad! "I Would Do Anything for Love" from Bat Out of Hell II: Back into Hell is a masterpiece. The song's cryptic lyrics sparked endless debates, but essentially, it's a love anthem about the lengths we go for love, with a twist – the things he won't do. The music video is a mini-movie, adding a cinematic touch to this rock opera.

Meat Loaf's trilogy isn't just about music; it's a saga. Each album tells a unique story, creating a theatrical experience that captivated audiences globally. 🎭 From the roaring success of "Bat Out of Hell" to the epic conclusion in "Bat Out of Hell III: The Monster Is Loose," Meat Loaf's legacy is etched in these rock anthems.

Here's a fun tidbit: Did you know that Meat Loaf started his musical journey in high school when he formed a band called Meat Loaf Soul? 🤘 That's right, the legend began carving his path to stardom early on!

Join us in celebrating the life and music of Meat Loaf. Share your favorite songs, memories, and let's keep the rock alive! 🎶🤘

#meatloaf #80s music #music history #music #rock

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seamusicpoetry · 5 months

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On this day January 20th,2022,American musician, singer, songwriter, record producer and actor Meat Loaf (Marvin Lee Aday) died aged 74. His record-breaking 1978 album Bat Out Of Hell spent 457 weeks on the UK album chart. His Bat Out of Hell trilogy of albums (consisting of Bat Out of Hell, Bat Out of Hell II: Back into Hell, and Bat Out of Hell III: The Monster Is Loose) has sold more than 50 million copies worldwide, (his first album stayed on the charts for over nine years). In 1984, Meat Loaf legally changed his first name from Marvin to Michael because he was "haunted" by a Levi Strauss & Co. commercial which contained the line, “Poor fat Marvin can't wear Levi's.”

#Meat Loaf #January 20th #2022 #RIP #singer #musician #songwriter #record producer #actor #Marvin Lee Aday #Bat out of Hell #video clip #music #Youtube

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wikiuntamed · 5 months

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On this day in Wikipedia: Saturday, 20th January

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turnupthevolumebelgium · 7 months

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MEAT LOAF

#turn up the volume blog #meat loaf

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thewestern · 7 months

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Chapter 20

Here’s a scenario: you’ve just committed a violent crime … or better yet, you’ve witnessed it happen. (Far be it from we to cast aspersions upon your character.) Let’s say it was a violent crime committed by a member of a certain fraternal crime organization. (The mafia, doesn’t exist.) You know that he knows that you saw him do it. If you don’t find a place to lie low, And Fast, his gangster friends are going to hunt you down, and you are going to sleep — with the fishes. (Funny, because the plural of fish is fish. Also, fish don’t sleep. Not in the way we land mammals do. They do, however, rest.) To where do you run? Do you have access to a safe house, perhaps a flophouse or a hideout of some kind? Doubtful. According to data courtesy of the American Association of Realtors, only five percent of households can claim ownership of non-primary residential properties for recreation or investment purposes. Meanwhile, in certain European countries and Canada (including Vermont), ownership of a modest holiday cottage is much more common among families we US Americans would consider to be working class. (The middle class, doesn’t exist.) A cozy little cabin way out in the woods would make the perfect getaway in just such a situation. You could even relax a little bit. Build a fire. Do a puzzle.

Alas in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave, where all wealth is concentrated unequally, either you can barely afford the one house, or you’ve got five — residences in every direction covered with one to spare. So it was for Billy, who having just kidnapped himself, could have chosen from any number of fully furnished accommodations in far-off locales for to cool his heels. Rather, master criminal he wasn’t, Billy elected to stay right where he was.

Then again, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Albeit so close to home, Billy had chosen the one place he knew his mother wouldn’t dare nor care to look for him. Her childhood homestead. No, not the Wolffenhaus. The other one. The ranch property of her late father, since bequeathed to her estranged brother. Billy drove up in a car that was identical to the one which had valeted itself halfway inside the New Frontier, except for it was painted a different shade of neon. (This one was green, or Radioactive Lime, so it was deemed by the dealership.) When you’re as prone to wrecking at the prolific rate Billy was, it only makes practical sense to keep doubles of all vehicles. (Though triples are best.) Recently, he’d actually bumped these latest two into one another. Thankfully, only the backup had sustained cosmetic damage. On the condition that he coordinated the bodywork, Billy had lent the reserve EV to his IT friend Yayo-L, who was now riding shotgun up to the ranch. Under false pretenses of course.

So what’s up with your uncle?

Billy didn’t answer. Such was his policy with regard to difficult questions. Beside, where would one even begin with Uncle Ernie? Losing out to his big sister in the sibling power struggle to inherit the Wolffenbeir Empire hit him right where it hurt. Shortly thereafter, when his Grossvater, Wilhelm I — equal parts a mentor and tormentor — rolled himself off an improvised fourth-floor balcony to his death, the lone remaining wheel on his chair spinning into eternity, all bets were off for Werner the Younger. His first instinct was Hollywood. He would produce subversively values-based blockbusters, ones that honored his grandpappy’s legacy as a free-market conservative icon. Uncle Ernie placed his first big bet on an up-and-coming director of music videos, including arguably the baroque masterpiece of the form, I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That) by the operatic soft rocker Meat Loaf. (Real name Michael Lee Aday [born Marvin Lee Aday], Meat Loaf finished tied for second runner-up with the rapper Lil’ Jon in the penultimate episode of Celebrity Apprentice Season Four. As cause for his firing, host Donald Trump cited his short temper, which had boiled over in a previous episode’s heated confrontation with the actor Gary Busey.) The filmmaker’s name was Michael Bay. (In addition to his music video work, Mister Bay paid his directorial dues moonlighting on television commercials, as had many of his auteurist contemporaries [Fincher, Scott, Jonze, etc.]. Perhaps his most widely seen advert was a thirty-second spot for Wolffenbeir’s top competitor, portraying a group of rodeo cowboys — wetting their whistles at the local watering hole — fantasizing about a competition for roping up lawyers rather than cattle. Anti-lawyer sentiment was running at an all-time high in the early nineteen nineties. It’s calmed considerably since then. Know any good lawyer jokes? Didn’t think so.) Financing his first foray into feature films — Bad Boys, a buddy cop caricature, or as Bay pitched it: selling Law and Order to the hip hop set. No sooner had the check cashed, did Uncle Ernie begin oppressively deluging his benefactee with story notes that were at once tedious and fantastical. (His big hangup was, and he insisted this was not a race thing, but vis-a-vi the co-leads … do they Have To Be black? Like, have you considered Kevin Sorbo and Dean Cain?) The aggravation caused by his compulsive meddling was exacerbated by their competing bids for the affection of the picture’s young starlet, Téa Leoni. Alas, she jilted them both for the fellow thespian David Duchovny, he of Zoolander and Californication, coincidentally two of Billy’s all-time fucking favorites. (David Duchovny’s debut acting gig was, likewise, a beer commercial. He and Leoni would go on to marry and divorce, citing irreconcilable differences on account of his ongoing battles with sex addiction.)

His first creative partnership fizzling, Uncle Ernie sought spiritual refuge with the Scientology Center of Los Angeles. This at the referral of his friend, ex-husband of Cher and multi-hyphenate in his own right, Sonny Bono. Uncle Ernie had co-chaired then-Palm Springs Mayor Sonny’s runner-up primary campaign for the Republican nomination to represent California in the US Senate. (In a subsequent election, Sonny successfully rode the Republican Revolution to a US House seat, although by then he and Uncle Ernie had their own falling out, over what they could not recall. Alas, before they had the chance to reconcile, Bono would go on to die of massive head trauma, sustained in a tragic skiing accident. Nonetheless, he remains the only member of Congress to have registered a hit on the Billboard Chart. Clay Aiken, second-place finisher in Season Two of American Idol, nearly became the second pop star to serve in the House of Representatives. Alas, he lost by a lousy two points in the North Carolina Fighting Second.) Despite his famous friend’s tepid endorsement and his own inherited name recognition — starfucking is a core religious tenet of Scientology — Uncle Ernie was one of seldom few prospective parishioners to be politely turned away at the conclusion of his auditing intake processes.

No bother, because his brief dalliance with Scientology aboard the good ship Freewinds — their nautical headquarters (just imagine if the Pope could relocate Vatican City to international waters … he’d do it in a heartbeat) — awakened within him an abiding love for the sea. He floated the bankroll on the first losing US side in over a half-century, in its bid for what is considered as the Super Bowl of sailing, the America’s Cup (we won it so much they named it after us). Falling short to fucking New Zealand, of all places. Those fucking sheep fuckers, as Uncle Ernie affectionately referred to them.

His celestial and seafaring ventures having failed to launch, he retreated home to terra firma, committing the final remaining third of his dwindling fortune to build Stone Rock. No, this was not a hedge fund or some other institutional asset manager, as the petrologic eponym would suggest. (It goes without saying how the world’s most sophisticated investor, Uncle Ernie sure wasn’t. What little capital he had allocated to what could even be considered investments, were currently tied up in what really amounted to personal loans, mostly made to wayward friends opening theme restaurants or the like. He had also been very bullish on the speculative bonanza that was Beanie Babies, filling an entire storage unit’s worth of the little bastards. Of course, that bubble would go on to burst, but not before Uncle Ernie forgot all about buying them in the first place. So a sunk cost then.) Instead, Stone Rock was a semi-functioning, to-scale replica of an Old West cowtown, constructed atop the high plains landscape of his late father’s ranch. Hildy had sold Uncle Ernie her stake in the property for a song, if only to rid herself of the memory. That voice — it echoed there. Little Werner was just eight years old when Wilhelm II got took off that covered bridge, so he didn’t have the slightest recollection of what had happened or how it felt. Truth be told he had taken quite a lot of erroneously prescribed medications in the intervening years. Perhaps then as compensating for that void, he was trying to reconstruct a memory that was never his to begin with. Clinically it’s tough to say, since neither of them two never did a lick of therapy. Therefore, if we’re to settle for an armchair psychiatric assessment, it could be said that even though they outlived their daddy, well into adulthood, the two of them stopped growing, emotionally speaking, the very moment he breathed his last. That for the rest of their lives they would remain frozen in some type of psychic amber. Him, but a scared little boy, crying out for somebody, anybody to pay him any mind whatsoever. And, her, a hormonal teenage girl, pissed off to high hell and just looking for a reason.

Whatever phantoms of the subconscious were culpable for Uncle Ernie’s arrested development, the town of Stone Rock was indeed a real fake place. Billy and Yayo-L were headed there presently, having stopped off on the way at the school supply aisle in the supermarket for some glue sticks, construction paper, one of them pair of scissors with the orange finger holes and a whole dentist’s office waiting room’s worth of magazines. (The Morgan Family Dentistry Practice had subscriptions to Time, Life, People and somehow Skymall. When the new issue arrived, they’d recycle the previous month’s in the tooth van.) Driving up the one-lane dirt road, passing underneath the archway welcome sign — STONE ROCK: Where the West Remains — Yayo-L repeated the question:

So what’s up with your uncle, Billy?

Uncle Ernie? I don’t know. Guy is the man though.

Billy did feel this way. For all his fronting about his career goals — popping a wheelie on the zeitgeist, etc. — Billy’s only sincerely held ambition was to someday be as good an Uncle as Ernie. That he was an only child, never mind. Because with regard to Uncle Ernie, whatever sibling beef he had with Hildy, when it came to her son — his nephew — he extended every familiar kindness. Up to and including unfettered access to Stone Rock, which for a friend-deprived little weirdo the likes of Billy Wolff, was truly heaven-sent.

From the fourth grade on he had full run of the place. On any given day he could be a top hand at the stables and stockyard, fully duded out with the stud mounts and prize steers. Or play gunfighter on the indoor/outdoor shooting range/kill house (a kill house is a live ammunition space used to train military and law enforcement personnel for close-in combat scenarios), armed to the teeth with Uncle Ernie’s private cache of period-accurate, frontier-era ballistics. (Choose your own paper target from a wide selection of Cowboys and Indians, or Democratic Party Politicians and Radical Islamic Terrorists.) Usually Billy would try his luck at the true gem of Stone Rock, Le Chateau d’Oncle, a semi-operational casino, saloon And brothel. Yessir, you heard that last part alright. And Stone Rock was no one-whore town neither. In addition to innkeeps, dealers and an on-site barber, Uncle Ernie hired on a full roster of sporting women (Wink, Wink), whom he personally talent scouted and cherry-picked from local tiitty bars and chain brestaurants. (Prostitution was the service that was only semi-operational, depending upon the discretion as well as the distinction of the guests Uncle Ernie happened to be entertaining that particular evening.)

Stone Rock was a summer town. As such the part-time staff had been seasonally furloughed off to scrounge for whatever winter work they could get, usually slinging champagne and cocoa — preferably, although not necessarily separately — at some posh ski chalet. This whilst Uncle Ernie himself decamped to either Palm Springs or Palm Beach, which are not actually the same place. (Could have fooled Billy, despite having been to both several times.) Either which way, Billy figured Uncle Ernie’d be long gone by now, which is why he chose to hide out there in plain sight. At the very least, it would be the last place Hildy would look, disapproving how she was about the whole Silly Business.

Billy and Yayo-L started for the outskirts of town, passing by all the big landmarks:

The North American Free Trading Post — One of the only period-inaccurate attractions, this was fashioned more after a duty-free airport newsstand, Uncle Ernie’s favorite kind of store. The NAFTP sold travel snacks (homemade jerkies and assorted wild berries), periodicals (Wall Street Journal, National Review, Maxim, etc.), officially licensed merchandise (a Stone Rock-embroidered technical fleece vest became somewhat of a status symbol among the adult children of industry titans), and other souvenirs (especially those that could satiate the exponentially feral children of industry titans’ children, including all manner of Beanie Baby).

The San Ernesto Valley Bank — Stone Rock had its own currency, pegged to the value of the Swiss franc.

The Stone Rock Prospector, newsroom and printing depot — Uncle Ernie used his pulpit as Publisher and Opinion Editor to booster the town to eastern interests and to rail against unionization efforts, real and fictional.

The Mossy County Justice Center — Like his Grossvater before him, Uncle Ernie took the liberty of appointing himself sheriff. Also he junior deputized Billy with a little tin star, which he was delighted by, even if he had identified more with the outlaws. In that case, he’d do well to not cross his Uncle Ernie, who would have ruled over Stone Rock with ironed-fisted impunity, presiding as Judge Judy and Executioner. Prominently displayed out front the detention center were the gen-u-ine gallows from where abolitionist, insurrectionist John Brown was hung. Uncle Ernie purchased them at auction. (Did you know: the audience at Brown’s execution included future Confederate General and amputee Stonewall Jackson, aspiring presidential assassin John Wilkes Booth and the father of free verse himself, poet and humanist Walt Whitman?)

Billy and Yayo-L were headed for the Yurt, which is a form of modular housing. Sort of a hybrid between a teepee and a hogan, if you will. It wasn’t a part of Stone Rock proper. Rather, the staff used it to change into and out of their elaborate uniform costumes of chaps, corsets and the like. Also for to send emails inquiring after other jobs. Because it was the only structure in town wired for web access. Awful sorry, pard, but I reckon the Internet won’t be invented for another hundred years, give or take, was how Uncle Ernie instructed his employees to answer, in character, when guests asked after a WiFi password. Much obliged for your patience, sir or ma’am. (Uncle Ernie resented the Internet on account of its vastness, and its nebulous association with Al Gore.)

It was past time for Billy to come clean and confide in Yayo-L.

Hey, Yay, remember earlier when I said the main whip was getting new rims?

Sure, Billy. Yellow on yellow. Margarine’d out, like you said.

Yeah, homie, that was a lie. I crashed it through a brick wall at that douchebag brewery downtown, the Newfer or whatever. I’m still finna get those banana spinners though as soon as you get it fixed.

Oh my god, Billy. Are you okay?

Yes. Thank you for asking. You know that’s why you’re the fucking man, dude. I fucking love you, dawg. But also there’s more. As you know I’ve caught a couple few cases in traffic court of late, and Hildy’s been all up in my shit about it, threatening to revoke my access to the family counsel. So like obviously I couldn’t tell her.

Listen, Billy … I’m sorry, but I can’t help you forge another insurance claim. I told you that was a one-time thing. If I go down for that I could lose my work sta— —Nah, hold up, though … it ain’t even like that. But fuck the bitches from the insurance company for real. That other thing — I handled it, mostly. It’s all good. Do you believe me? When I say it’s all good.

Yayo-L didn’t like the sound of this.

Oh, no. Billy, What did you do?

Promise you won’t bug out, okay?

Alright, I promise. What happened, Billy?

I kidnapped myself.

Billy had a wry, guilty-until-proven-innocent grin reserved for such occasions when he had made a goof of things, which he flashed at his friend, Yayo-L, to little effect.

Oh, he responded, stone-faced.

Yeah, to be honest, I’ve been thinking about it — kidnapping myself — for the longest, and this just seemed like the right time.

Okay.

Oh, okay … what, dude? Come on, El. Don’t do me like that, player. Real homies don’t hold back. They tell each other how they really feel, you feel me?

I don’t know, Billy. Where do I even begin? Okay, I’ll bite. Like, what does that even mean? You kidnapped, yourself? What do you mean, what does it mean? It means Hildy got a letter that says — Billy. Was. Kidnapped … Today. But I wrote it, and he wasn’t. Not really, though. Anyway, don’t worry. I was on point with that shit. Cut out all the letters from different articles and everything. That’s why we stopped at the store. So we can make more of those joints. Send our communiques. Drop some more heat on the fools.

Yayo-L had wondered what Billy could possibly want to read in the latest issues of O: The Oprah Magazine, Rod & Gun and VIBE. (The latter actually was for his personal use … the cover spread of Nicki Minaj caught his eye.) However, he’d made it this far in their peculiar friendship by not asking questions he didn’t care about the answers to.

Billy, that sounds messed up dude. You didn’t tell anybody else about this, did you?

Oh, also, that’s another thing why I brought you was, do you know how we can make the monster voice? Like, over the phone, I mean. There’s probably an app for that, right? I don’t know. We’re also for sure going to need to hack some shit, but I haven’t thought that far ahead. Uncle Ernie do got a studio from when he tried to launch his label. Red Blooded Records or some shit. Kind of a sick name, — sort of like Death Row — but all the artists are on some whack-ass country shit. Still, it’s tight though, because he lets me hop in the booth to spit bars whenever.

Billy, this is really important. Who else knows?

Here Yayo-L had shifted into Damage Control Mode. He’d gotten Billy out of plenty of jams before. Most recently the time he used his company card to purchase a subscription to the lactation fetish paysite, got milf dot com. Yayo-L was able to backdoor the corporate accounting firewall before it flagged the Suspicious Activity. Billy had been genuinely grateful, as that would have constituted a third such strike. In his defense, his company and personal card were identical … both platinum, ba-by. (Flex on them hoes till they titties be leaking.)

You already know I came to you first. Shit.

Good. Then we can contain this. Let me think for a second … okay, it’s simple … the ransom note was a hoax. I’m sorry to say, but because of your grandpa and everything, I bet there are all kinds of weirdos out there sending your family this type of stuff like every day. And you did it with the magazine letters, right? So there’s no way they could trace it back to you.

Right. Except the return address.

Billy, what the fuck? You put a return address on a ransom note!

Yeah. But it’s not my address, stupid! I used it for to frame that brewery I accidentally ghost-rid the whip into. The Newfoundland.

What? Why?

Because, dude. Hildy wants to acquire them. I want to acquire #x_brü. Answer me this shit, Young Jeevezy. Who are we going to buy? The hella baller brewery with the skate ramp and mad poisonous snakes, or the lame-as-fuck brewery with none of that cool shit that also kidnapped the future CEO? Shit’s chess, not checkers. And I’m King Kong up in this bitch.

But, Billy. You kidnapped … Yourself.

And what’s my mother fucking name-o?

Huh? I don’t get it.

Bingo.

Billy!

Yes. Dawg, you got to trust me. I don’t know exactly where this is going, but I know it’s only going one direction. UP. Like seven. Throw your hands in the air. Because we don’t even care. Middle fingers to the ceiling. Billy’s in the building. We’re tearing the roof off the sucker. It’s about time for blast off.

And you’re coming with me. My day one homie. Number one-hitter. Yayo-L. The OG. Straight out of IT to the mother fucking C-T-O.

I don’t know, Billy. This is way worse than that thing with the fog vending machine. She could disinherit you for real this time. Like I’m pretty sure you can do serious time for kidnapping.

Yea, right, but I’m just playing though.

Even so. It’s fucking mail fraud or something. Billy, they don’t mess around with the mail, I’m telling you. It’s like a federal offense.

What’s like a federal offense? What up, Billy … we finna finally start moving some real weight? Haha, I’m just playing. You already know #x_brü got those WMDs. Wah-wah-wah-wah [siren]. Booom [flex bomb]. .

By virtue of his arriving, Jaime had now made himself an unknowing accessory to Billy and Yayo-L’s nascent criminal conspiracy.

Oh shit! Skrrt … X-man in the ma’fucking yurt! Nah, fam, I was just telling Yayo-L about how I gone done abducted myself. What’s hood, player?

They embraced in dap. Jaime looked around, satisfied, as if surveying what would soon be his.

Dude, this ranch is fucking sick. How come we haven’t turnt the fuck up out here? You been holding out on me? Haha, just playing again. But seriously, dude. Imagine like, I don’t know, fucking New Years. You know my intern Anna Leigh, who I’ve been trying to smash for like, the longest. She’s got mad friends, and I know you got the benzos. Yo, what if we party bussit out here? Bitches be getting wet for a Western theme party. You know what it is. Pimps Up, HOE-down, for real. Ha ha. Cheaya. But yo, what was it you were saying about abduction?

Jaime you’re a fucking legend, dude. That is why I fucking love this guy right here, Yayo-L. My mans got ideas, son. You gots think outside the box. You’re too busy thinking bout muching box. Haha. Like you read about. It’s all good though. But yeah, speaking of which, I fucking kidnapped myself. Crazy, right? That’s actually why it was I hit you up. Us three need to pow-wow this shit right quick. On some what would Mobb Deep do.

Whoa, Billy. Hold up. Wait a minute. Whatchu mean you kidnapped yourself? What about the acquisition? Wouldn’t this jeopardize your recommendation to the board? This is a done deal, isn’t it? Like you said: we gucci. Aren’t we though? Aren’t we gucci, Billy?

Psht. You already know we Gucci. Err’day we dripping. That said, things maybe aren’t quite As Gucci as they were, say, last week. So, like, I pitched Hildy on #x_brü, and if I’m going to keep it one hundred with you, she was not really Feeling It. Low and behold, she was already making moves to cop that old dusty-ass brewery you used to work at — the fucking New Ferrighno.

The New Frontier? But I already made an offer on their production facility. Billy, we discussed this.

I know, right? Shit do be cray. I was in my feels about it too. But that’s why I stay scheming. I’m telling you, this type of hustler shit is my core competency. Check it: we use this kidnapping angle to flip the script on the whole game. Yooo, maybe we make that our demands. For the ransom. Sign a term sheet for #x_brü, buy Billy a boat. Err’body get paid. Caked up in this muh. What do you want, Yayo-L? Come get you some fly-ass computer shit.

Jaime went even whiter in the face.

You … you … you fucking retard!

Billy looked innocently around the yurt, as if maybe Jaime was talking to someone else.

I was depending on this fucking deal, Billy. This fucking deal which you assured me was a sure fucking thing. Seriously, do you have any idea what my burn rate is? I spent fifty grand on a fucking half pipe last quarter. We hired a full-time fucking herpetologist! After there were already a fortune teller and a fire-breather on the payroll. Not to mention the massive check we wrote the Garcia-Shakur estates for the rights to that hologram kabuki bull shit. Point being, Billy, is that I’m leveraged up to my fucking nips here. We have no runway. That means, you fucking moron, without an imminent fucking capital infusion, #x_brü will cease to exist. Everything I’ve built — goes to zero.

Whoa, dude. Chilll. We’re going to figure it out. We’re still Gucci.

Stop it! Stop saying Gucci! No, no. Just, shut-the-fuck-up. Don’t ever fucking tell me anything’s Gucci ever again. Because while you’re gliding through life on to your next colossal fuckup, wearing four hundred-dollar fucking sandals, I’m going to be wearing rubber shoes and shoveling spent grain for the rest of my miserable goddamn life. And when I was This Close to selling out.

Wait. Whatchu talking, sell out? I thought we were going to be the Outkast of craft beer? What ever happened to Bad Boyz of Brewing for Lyfe.

Oh, don’t be so fucking naive. You know that’s your problem — you have the sovereign wealth of a small country and all the sense of a small child to spend it with. Truly, it boggles the mind. That your solution to this shit show … is to extort your own fucking mother. You simple mother fucker. Fuck off. Fuck.

Jaime spit at Billy’s feet and about faced out of the yurt. How impolite to spit inside, even a semi-permanent structure, Yayo-L thought. For his part, Billy did not like getting yelled at in the slightest. It actually caused him what he perceived to be physical pain. It was something like a dull acidic burn that traveled up from his gut, giving him that faintly perceptible sensation of gasping for air, as if his throat muscles were constricting around his windpipe, which of course they were not. (As a matter of course, Billy would doomscroll his myriad symptoms — every last one of them psychosematic — on the Internet. Would you believe they were biometric indicators for all manner of autoimmune disorders? After painstakingly ruling them out with a battery of tests, Billy’s pediatrician discouraged him from making any further online self-diagnoses, encouraging him instead to eat healthier and exercise regularly. Insofar as these were sufficient preventative measures for a man in his twenties with no pre-existing conditions. After all, stress and anxiety can manifest themselves physically, the doctor calmly explained. Sure, doc, but so can Multiple Sclerosis.) Especially since he was being hollered at by somebody he had come to consider part of his set, which was already small and seemingly getting smaller. The fledgling Choom Gang, as he was wont to call it. Now without Jaime it was back to just him and Yayo-L. Then again, there were two. Technically still a crew.

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2009 yılına dayanan gerçek bir hikayeye dayanan 'Kör Nokta' filmi, Amerikalı sanatçı Sandra Bullock'a Oscar kazandırmıştı. Filme mevzu, bahis olan Amerika'daki çiftin anlaşmalarını yalanladığı ortaya çıktı. Michael Lewis'in 2006 yılında piyasaya sürülen The Blind Side: Evolution of a Game adlı II. OSCAR KAZANDI John Lee Hancock yönetimindeki film, birden fazla dalda Oscar'a aday gösterilmiş ve Sandra Bullock'a En İyi Hanım Artist parçaları kazandırılmıştı. Tuohy serisinin olanakları sayesinde yeteneklerini keşfeden ve Ulusal Futbol Liginin en fazla aranan oyuncularından biri haline gelen Michael Oher, ortaya çıkabilecek iddialarla gündeme geldi. Oher, Sean ve Leigh Anne Tuohy'un vasiliğinin iptali için mahkemeye başvuruda bulunuldu. “BENİ EVLAT EDİNMEDİLER” Oher, mahkemeye Tuohy çiftinin kendisini evlat edineceğini söylediğini sadece bunu asla yapmadıklarını söyledi. Oher'in vasiliğini alan çiftin, dünyadaki doları elinde tuttuğu ve Oher'e vermediği açıklandı. Oher, 18 yaşında çiftin kendini kandırdığını ve bütün haklarını alabilmek için vesika imzaladığını iddia etti. FİLMDEN DE PARA ALMADI Diğer tarafta Oher filmden de asla para kazanmadığını ancak Tuohy çiftinin ve evlatlarının dünyadaki dolar kazandığını öne sürdü.Sean Tuohy mevzuyla ilgili yapmış olduğu açıklakmada “Fazlaca kürüz. Çocuklarımızın üstünden para kazanacağımızın düşünülmesi daha fazla acı verir. Şimdi 37 olan Michael'ı 16 yaşında olduğu vakit benzer biçimde paylaşıyordu” dedi. NTV

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