#some kids don’t even know what a CD is in today’s society!

[butterbuni]

♥ Prologue ♥

Prologue of Disguise, a Kaminari x Fem Reader

"Hello my dear viewers! Thank you for joining my stream. If your new here thanks for coming. If your one of my regulars welcome back, you know the drill." I looked up at my left monitor watching the numbers of watchers rise as well as the number of donations.

"We are just waiting for one more guest! LightningMcSpark101 he is always late." I rolled my eyes playfully knowing he would be watching the video later when I upload it. My discord rang and I quickly answered it, "Dude you are so late!! The viewers were waiting!" I said into my mic.

"Aw man, I was so sure I was on time this time!" I heard him say from the other end. "Alright alright, all is forgiven! Hurry up and let's get this started. I only have 2 hours today!"

"Sure thing dude! I am so beating you this time!"

"In your dreams Sparky!"

"It's on G/N (Gamertag name)"

I smirked at my screen and took hold of my controller pressing play on the newest battle game that I was sent to try and review.

The screen lit up as it announced my ultimate victory. "Haha! In your face Sparky!! I win once again!"

"Awe man!!! I was so sure I was going to win this time!! You defeated me dude how is that even possible!!!" he exclaimed from his end.

"Ha, you thought. Thanks for helping me show off this game!" I looked over to my left monitor and saw my view had only gained as well as the occasional donation, "I hope you guys enjoyed my demonstration as much as I did! Make sure to go out and buy this amazing game! It's a lot of fun to play especially with friends maybe one of you may get lucky and I would play with you next time. Unfortunately, it is time for me to log off however same time next week. What do you say Sparky?"

"You bet!"

"Bye guys!" I said as I waved goodbye with one hand and clicked end stream. I let out a sigh of relief. That was so much fun. "Sparky you do not know how much fun that was!"

"I am so glad you let me try it out with you! Hey, when are you going to let me see your face you always wear that face mask. I only see half of you!"

"I will let you see my face when pigs fly!" I said scratching the side of my face avoiding not wanting to give him a straight answer. He asks this every single time we go on live together. "Plus it's not like I've seen your face either for all I know you are a 40-year-old man, but you don't sound a day over 15," I said cheerfully.

"Oh wow thanks." he said sarcastically, "I would show you my sexy awesome face but I don't think you would be able to resist me."

"Ha, you wi-"

The alarm on my phone went off stopping all conversation, "Oop looks like my time has come! See ya later dude!" I said quickly changing tabs to end our call. "Aw, c'mon just a little longer. I'll promise I'll be good."

"Sorry, sparky you know the drill I really need to go now," I said hastily wanting... no needing to end the call.

I heard him sigh from the other end. My cursor hovered over the end call button impatiently. My eyes kept darting to my bedroom door. He was taking too long and I didn't want to end without saying goodbye

"I'll catch ya next time G/N. Next time I promise to beat you in whatever game we play."

"Don't hold your breath," I laughed and clicked the end call button. Once it ended, I quickly tore off my face mask and took off my headset. I pulled out a medium-sized box from beneath my desk and put both of them in.

I quickly took out the game cd and put it back into its packaging. I pulled out a bigger box from beneath my desk that had various other games I've collected and put the game in. I sighed, "I wish I didn't have to live like this." Almost as soon as I closed both boxes and put them away, there was a knock on my door.

Fuck. Already?

"One moment!" I called out. Why why why now. I went into my walk-in closet and quickly changed into clothes that my parents deemed suitable for walking around the house. There was another knock at the door, "I'm coming!" I fixed my hair and opened the door quickly revealing my butler. He wore a simple black and white suit with a handkerchief hanging off his arm and as usual his gray hair was slicked back.

"Hello Bertrum," I said standing up as straight as possible.

"Hello ma'am your parents are waiting for you downstairs. Dinner today is coffee-rubbed steak with brussels sprout salad." He bowed down to me.

Great just my luck. I rolled my eyes just before Bertrum rose from his position. "How wonderful I will be down in a second."

He nodded and went on his way. I shut my door closed once he left. With my back against the wall, I slide down to the ground. I wish we could have normal food for one. I would kill for a hamburger right about now.

I got up from the floor and dusted myself off. I might as well get this over with. The sooner I get there the sooner I can leave.

I walked over to my vanity mirror making sure all my 'imperfections' were perfect in the eyes of my parents.

Once I felt ready I walked out of my bedroom making sure to be extra slow about it. I walked through the halls of our family portraits and statues. I've walked this same path for years and each time I still don't feel like I belong.

Every single one of the pictures had a family member who did something great with their lives. Some went on to be some of the greatest support items manufactures. Some became politicians. Some even became costume developers. But here I was, some random teenager who just happened to be born in a family with everything.

I walked down our spiral stairs my hand running down the banister. Well, everything except parents with the capability of love and care.

I walked into the family dining room to see the long table completely dressed in fancy dishes. Both my mom and dad weren't looking at each other. Mother was typing away at something on her laptop and Father was talking to someone on the phone.

I don't even know why they require me here anymore when they wouldn't even pay attention to me.

"Hello Mother. Hello Father." I said flatly announcing myself in. "Hello Y/N," they said without even glancing at me.

I sighed. Of course, they wouldn't even look at me. I am sure they have even forgotten how I looked considering I don't even remember the last time they looked at me for more than 10 seconds.

I took my seat at the far end of the table to wait for the maids to deliver the food.

The dining hall instantly fell into silence with nothing but the clacking of Mother's keyboard and the low gruff talking of Father on his phone. It was unbearable.

Mother finally spoke to me as the maids came into the room with our dinner.

"We have decided where you will be going for high school." She spoke, "With your quirk, we decided that you will go to U.A and join their support course."

"But mother I was planning on becoming a hero like the rest of my friends," I spoke up as a maid dropped my dish in front of me.

She scoffed at me, "I can see why the Todoroki family would want their son to be in the hero course but I don't know why the Yaoyorozu family would let their daughter partake in such a trivial career."

"Mother heroes have a lot of importance in our society! Without them, the world would spiral into chaos. Plus the support course won't even have people to sell their inventions."

"Support for quirks will always be in business with or without the heroes. The heroes are the cause of chaos. They refuse to properly dispose of villains, making our society go into a cycle of a hero-catching villain only for the villain to escape and wreak more havoc. If they would make an example of one of those good for nothing bastards, the people in our society wouldn't have the nerve to stand against heroes."

"But Mother that is such a horrible-" I started to say looking at Mother in disbelief.

"I know you are not talking back to me right now!" she raised her voice at me slamming her fork down on the table.

"No Mother," I said looking down at the plate of food.

"Good."

It was silent once again. Father didn't even bother trying to come to my side and I didn't even bother standing up for myself.

I've learned the hard way that when something is asked of me, I have to do it. Or else.

I picked up my fork and picked at my food. I wasn't even that hungry plus it wasn't like brussel sprouts and steak were very appealing.

"Aren't you eating Y/N?," Father said turning off his phone and picking up his own fork to eat. He only said that to me so he could still pretend to be that caring father he once was in his only little fantasies.

"I just don't have the appetite right now," I said dejectedly. "You should eat your food. Do you know how many kids are starving?" Mother said.

"Maybe you should feed them this nasty stuff," I mumbled.

"I didn't quite hear what you said. Could you repeat that for me?" Mother's eyebrow twitched as she gripped the fork in her hand tightly. I didn't think she could hear me. "I just think we should distribute our wealth to help people less fortunate. People could stop going home hungry," I said dropping my fork down. If she wanted to talk about starving people we can talk about starving people.

"It is not our fault that they made bad choices in their lifetime and ended up poor. Why should we share what we worked hard to get." She said not sparing a glance at me.

I rolled my eyes once she paid more attention to her food than me. Every time I try to have this conversation with her she shuts me down with her hypocritical ass. I stared at her as she ate her food. Who is she to talk about hard work when she worked her way up into my father's pants. The only hard thing she's probably ever done up till now was picking a way how to seduce him.

After a considerable amount of time of pushing my food around my plate the maids came and whisked away our plates. I gave them my thanks. Mother and Father however just picked up their laptop and phones and excused themselves from the table leaving me by my lonesome.

I sighed. Welcome to the life of L/N Y/N.

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Once my parents were out of sight I rushed up the stairs and past the halls filled with everything my family wanted me to be and into my bedroom. The one place in this house that I felt comfortable. The one place in this big mansion that felt like home.

I locked the bedroom door and quickly logged into my computer. I looked at the number of donations I received from today's stream. I let out a yell of excitement seeing the 2000$ on the screen. A whole 500 more than last time.

I could do more with this money. I pulled up a list of local poverty fundraisers. If Mother and Father won't do anything, I will.

I donated the money equally between the topmost trusted charities. As soon as I clicked the submit button for each I felt satisfied. Even if it wasn't much, the money I made off my twitch account was what kept me motivated to keep going. People out there were suffering and people like my parents were sitting down and letting it happen when they could be doing something about it.

I've thought about wiring money from my parents' accounts but I'll just get myself in trouble so two years ago I started live streaming. When I started earning money from it, I realized I could be making a difference with it.

I sighed as I leaned back in my chair. Two years ago I wouldn't have dreamed of going against my parents' wishes but here I am. Created my own monitors from scratch with the help of my quirk and Momo making the parts. I let out a sad laugh. I even went as far as to covering half my face just so I won't be recognized by anyone.

Just as I spun in my chair looking at my ceiling, my phone buzzed on my table. My head perked up looking at it. Who could be texting me at this time?

I picked up my phone seeing it was a discord notification from Sparky. I smiled softly at my phone. It's like he always knew when I was down in the dumps. I may not know who he is behind that screen but he has quickly become my best friend. ~~~~ Y/N Character Sheet 

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[livingdeadinsideyourhead]

Free Music in a Capitalist Society - Iggy Pop's Keynote Speech Transcript

Hi, I'm Iggy Pop. I've held a steady job at BBC 6 Music now for almost a year, which is a long time in my game. I always hated radio and the jerks who pushed that shit music into my tender mind, with rare exceptions. When I was a boy, I used to sit for hours suffering through the entire US radio top 40 waiting for that one song by The Beatles and the other one by The Kinks. Had there been anything like John Peel available in my Midwestern town I would have been thrilled. So it's an honor to be here. I understand that. I appreciate it.

Some months ago when the idea of this talk came up I thought it might be okay to talk about free music in a Capitalist society. So that's what I'm gonna try to talk about. A society in which the Capitalist system dominates all the others, and seeks their destruction when they get in its way. Since then, the shit has really hit the fan on the subject, thanks to U2 and Apple. I worked half of my life for free. I didn't really think about that one way or the other, until the masters of the record industry kept complaining that I wasn't making them any money. To tell you the truth, when it comes to art, money is an unimportant detail. It just happens to be a huge one unimportant detail. But, a good LP is a being, it's not a product. It has a life-force, a personality, and a history, just like you and me. It can be your friend. Try explaining that to a weasel.

As I learned when I hit 30 +, and realized I was penniless, and almost unable to get my music released, music had become an industrial art and it was the people who excelled at the industry who got to make the art. I had to sell most of my future rights to keep making records to keep going. And now, thanks to digital advances, we have a very large industry, which is laughably maybe almost entirely pirate so nobody can collect shit. Well, it was to be expected. Everybody made a lot of money reselling all of recorded musical history in CD form back in the 90s, but now the cat is out of the bag and the new electronic devices which estrange people from their morals also make it easier to steal music than to pay for it. So there's gonna be a correction.

When I started The Stooges we were organized as a group of Utopian communists. All the money was held communally and we lived together while we shared the pursuit of a radical ideal. We shared all song writing, publishing and royalty credits equally – didn’t matter who wrote it - because we'd seen it on the back of a Doors album and thought it was cool, at least I did. Yeah. I thought songwriting was about the glory, I didn't know you'd get paid for it. We practiced a total immersion to try to forge a new approach which would be something of our own. Something of lasting value. Something that was going to be revealed and created and was not yet known.

We are now in the age of the schemer and the plan is always big, big, big, but it's the nature of the technology created in the service of the various schemes that the pond, while wide, is very shallow. Nobody cares about anything too deeply expect money. Running out of it, getting it. I never sincerely wanted to be rich. There is a, in the US, we have this guy “Do you sincerely wanna be rich? You can do it!” I didn’t sincerely want to be rich. I never sincerely felt like making anyone else that way. That made me a kind of a wild card in the 60's and 70's. I got into the game because it felt good to play and it felt like being free. I'm still hearing today about how my early works with The Stooges were flops. But they're still in print and they sell 45 years later, they sell. Okay, it took 20 or 25 years for the first royalties to roll in. So sue me.

Some of us who couldn't get anywhere for years kept beating our heads against the same wall to no avail. No one did that better than my friends The Ramones. They kept putting out album after album, frustrated that they weren't getting the hit. They even tried Phil Spector and his handgun. After the first couple of records, which made a big impact, they couldn't sustain the quality, but I noticed that every album had at least one great song and I thought, wow if these guys would just stop and give it a rest, society would for sure catch up to them. And that's what's happening now, but they're not around to enjoy it. I used to run into Johnny at a little rehearsal joint in New York and he'd be in a big room all alone with a Marshall stack just going "dum, dum, dum, dum, dum" all my himself. I asked him why and he said if he didn't practice doing that exactly the way he did it live he'd lose it. He was devoted and obsessive, so were Joey and Deedee. I like that. Johnny asked me one day - Iggy don't you hate Offspring and the way they're so popular with that crap they play. That should be us, they stole it from us. I told him look, some guys are born and raised to be the captain of the football team and some guys are just gonna be James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause and that's the way it is. Not everybody is meant to be big. Not everybody big is any good.

I only ever wanted the money because it was symbolic of love and the best thing I ever did was to make a lifetime commitment to continue playing music no matter what, which is what I resolved to do at the age of 18. If who you are is who you are that is really hard to steal, and it can lead you in all sorts of useful directions when the road ahead of you is blocked and it will get blocked. Now I'm older and I need all the dough I can get. So I too am concerned about losing those lovely royalties, now that they've finally arrived, in the maze of the Internet. But I'm also diversifying my income, because a stream will dry up. I'm not here to complain about that, I'm here to survive it.

When I was starting out as a full time musician I was walking down the street one bright afternoon in the seedier part of my Midwestern college town. I passed a dive bar and from it emerged a portly balding pallid middle aged musician in a white tux with a drink in one hand and a guitar in the other. He was blinking in the daylight. I had a strong intuition that this was a fate to be avoided. He seemed cut off from society and resigned to an oblivious obscurity. A bar fly. An accessory to booze. So how do you engage society as an artist and get them to pay you? Well, that's a matter of art. And endurance.

To start with, I cannot stress enough the importance of study. I was lucky to work in a discount record store in Ann Arbor Michigan as a stock boy where I was exposed to a little bit of every form of music imaginable on record at the time. I listened to it all whether I liked it or not. Be curious. And I played in my high school orchestra and I learned the joy of the warm organic instruments working together in the service of a classical piece. That sticks with you forever. If anyone out there can get a chance to put an instrument and some knowledge in some kids hand, you've done a great, great thing.

Comparative information is a key to freedom. I found other people who were smarter than me. To teach me. My first pro band was a blues band called The Prime Movers and the leader Michael Erlewine was a very bright hippy beatnik with a beautifully organized record collection in library form of The Blues. I'd never really heard the Blues. That part of our American heritage was kept off the major media. It was system up, people down. No Big Bill Broonzy on BBC for us. Boy I wish! No money in it. But everything I learned from Michael's beautiful library became the building blocks for anything good I've done since. Guys like this are priceless. If you find one, follow him, or her. Get the knowledge.

Once in secondary school in the 60's some class clowns dressed up the tallest guy in school in a trench coat, shades and a fedora and rushed him in to a school dance with great hubbub proclaiming "Del Shannon is here, Del Shannon is here." And until they got to the stage we all believed them, because nobody knew what Del Shannon looked like. He was just a voice on some great records. He had no social ID. By the early 60's that had really changed with the invasion of The Beatles and The Stones. This time TV was added to the mix and print media too. So you knew who they were, or so you thought anyway. I'm mentioning this because the best way to survive the death or change of an industry is to transcend its form. You're better off with an identity of your own or maybe a few of them. Something special.

It is my own personal view having lived through it that in America The Beatles replaced our assassinated president Kennedy, who represented our hopes for a certain kind of society. Didn’t get there. And The Stones replaced our assassinated folk music which our own leaders suppressed for cultural, racial, and financial reasons. It wasn't okay with everybody to be Kennedy or Muddy Waters, but those messages could be accepted if they came through white entertainers from the parent culture. That's why they’re still around.

Years later I had the impression that Apple, the corporation, had successfully co-opted the good feelings that the average American felt about the culture of the Beatles, by kind of stealing the name of their company so I bought a little stock. Good move. 1992. Woo! But look, everybody is subject to the rip off and has to change affiliations from time to time. Even Superman and Barbie were German before America tempted them to come over. Tough luck, Nietzche.

So who owns what anyway. Or as Bob Dylan said "The relationships of ownership." That’s gates of Eden. Nobody knows for long, especially these days. Apparently when BBC radio was founded, the record companies in England wouldn't allow the BBC to play their master recordings because they thought no one would buy them for their personal use if they could hear them free on the radio. So they were really confused about what they had. They didn’t get it. And how people feel about music. ‘Cause it’s a feel thing, and it resists logic. It’s not binary code. Later when CD's came in, the retail merchants in American all panicked because they were just too damn tiny and they thought that Americans want something that looks big, like a vinyl record. Well they had a point but their solution was a kind of Frankenstein called "The Long Box." It didn't fool anybody because half of it was empty. It had a little CD in the bottom. You’d open it up and it was empty. Now we have people in the Sahara using GPS to bury huge wads of Euros under sand dunes for safe keeping. But GPS was created for military spying from the high ground, not radical banking so any sophisticated system, along with the bounty it brings, is subject to primitive hijacking.

I wanna talk about a type of entrepreneur who functions as a kind of popular music patron of the arts. It’s good to know a patron. I call him El Padron because his relationship to the artist is essentially feudal, though benign. He or she (La Padrona) if you will, is someone, usually the product of successful, enlightened parents, who owns a record company, but has had benefit of a very good education, and can see a bigger picture than a petty business person. If they like an artists’ style and it suits them, they'll support you even if you’re not a big money spinner. I can tell you, some of these powerful guys get so bored that if you are fun in the office, you’ll go places. Their ancestors, the old time record crooks just made it their business to make great, great records, but also to rip off the artist 100%, copyright, publishing, royalty splits, agency fees, you name it. If anyone complained the line was "Pay you? We worship you!" God bless Bo Diddley.

By the time I came along, there was a new brand of Padron. People like this are still around and some can help you. One was named Jack Holzman. Jack had a beautiful label called Elektra Records, they put out Judy Collins, Tim Buckley, the Doors and Love. He'd started working in his family record store, like Brian Epstein. He dressed mod and he treated us very gently. He was a civilized man. He obviously loved the arts, but what he really wanted to do was build his business - and he did. He had his own concerns, and style, and you had to serve them, and of course when he sold out, as all indies do, you were stranded culturally in the hands of a cold clumsy conglomerate. But he put us in the right studios with the right producers and he tried to get us seen in the right venues and it really helped. This is a good example of the industry.

Another good guy I met is Sir Richard Branson. I ended up serving my full term at Virgin Records having been removed from every other label. And he created a superior culture there. People were happier and nicer than the weasels at some other places. The first time he tried to sign me it didn't work out, because I had my sights set on A&M, a company I thought would help make me respectable. After all they had Sting! Richard was secretly starting his own company at the time in the US and he phoned me in my tiny flat with no furniture. He said he'd give me a longer term deal with more dough than the other guys and he was very, very polite and soft spoken. But I had just smoked a joint that day and I couldn't make a decision. So I went with the other guys who soon got sick of me. Virgin picked me up again later on the rebound. And on the cheap. Damn. My own fault.

Another kind of indie legend who is slightly more contemporary is Long Gone John of the label Sympathy for the Record Industry. Good name. John is famous with some artists for his disinterest in paying royalties. He has a very interesting music themed folk art collection – its visible online - which includes my leather jacket. I wish he'd give it back. There are lots of indie people with a gift for organization who just kind of collect freaks and throw them up at the wall to see who sticks. You gotta watch 'em.

When you go a step down creatively from the Padrons who are actually entrepreneurs you get to the executives. You don't wanna know these guys. They usually came over from legal or accounting. They have protégés usually called A&R men to do their dirty work. You can become a favorite with them if your fame or image might reflect limelight on their career. They tend to have no personalities to speak of, which is their strength. Strangely they're never really thinking about the good of their parent company as much as old number one. Avoid them. If you’re an artist, they’ll make you sick or suicidal. The only good thing the conglomerate can do for you – and they’ve done it recently for me - is make you really, really ubiquitous. They do that well. But, when the company is your banker, then you are basically gonna be the Beverly Hill Billies. So it's best not to take their money. Especially when you’re young. These are very tough people, and they can hurt you.

So who are the good guys?! They asked me when they read this thing at BBC 6 Music. Well there are lots of them. If fact, today there are more than ever and they are just about all indies, but first I want to mention Peter Gabriel and WOMAD for everything they've done for what seems like forever to help the greatest musicians in the world, the so called world musicians to gain a foothold and make a living in the modern screwed up cash and carry world. Traditional music was never a for profit enterprise, all the best forms were developed as a kind of you’re job in the community. It was pretty good, it was “Yeah, I’m a musician, I’m gonna skip like doing the dishes or taking the trash out.” It's not surprising that all the greatest singers and players come from parts of the world where everybody is broke and the old ways are getting paved over. So it's crucial for everyone that these treasures not be lost. There are other people of means and intelligence who help others in this way like Philip Glass through Tibet House, David Burn with Luaka Bop, Damon Albarn through Honest John Records. Shout out to Hypnotic Brass Ensemble. Almost all the best music is coming out on indies today like XL Matador, Burger, Anti, Epitaph, Mute, Rough Trade, 4 A D, Sub Pop, etc. etc.

But now YouTube is trying to put the squeeze on these people because it's just easier for a power nerd to negotiate with a couple big labels who own the kind of music that people listen to when they're really not that into music, which of course is most people. So they've got the numbers. But the indies kind of have the guns. I've noticed that indies are showing strength at some of the established streaming services like Spotify and Rhapsody – people are choosing that music. And it's also great that some people are starting their own outlets, like Pledge Music, Band Camp or Drip. As the commercial trade swings more into general show biz the indies will be the only place to go for new talent, outside the Mickey Mouse Club, so I think they were right to band together and sign the Fair Digital Deals Declaration.

There are just so many ways to screw an artist that it's unbelievable. In the old vinyl days they would deduct 10% "breakage fees" for records supposedly broken in shipping, whether that happened or not, and now they have unattributed digital revenue, whatever the **** that means. It means money for some guy’s triple bypass. I actually think that what Thom Yorke has done with Bit Torrent is very good. I was gonna say here: “Sure the guy is a pirate at Bit Torrent” but I was warned legally, so I’ll say: “Sure the guy a Bit Torrent is a pirate’s friend” But all pirates want to go legit, just like I wanted to be respectable. It’s normal. After a while people feel like you’re a crook, it’s too hard to do business. So it’s good in this case that Thom Yorke is encouraging a positive change. The music is good. It’s being offered at a low price direct to people who care.

I want to try to define what I am talking about when I say free. For me in the arts or in the media, there are two kinds of free. One kind of free is when the process is something that people just feel for you. You feel a sense of possibility. You feel a lack of constraint. This leads to powerful, energetic, sometimes kind of loony situations.

Vice Media is an interesting case of this because they started as a free handout, using public funds, and they had open, free-wheeling minds. Originally a free handout was called Voice and these kids were like “Just get rid of the old! I don’t wanna be Vice, yeah!” Okay. By taking an immersive approach with no particular preconceptions to their reporting, they've become a huge success, also through corporate advertising, at attracting big, big money investment hundreds of millions of dollars now pumped into Fox Media and a couple of others bigger than that in the US. And they get it because they attract lots of little boy eyeballs. So they brought us Dennis Rodman in North Korea. And it’s kind of a travesty, but it’s kind of spunky. It's interesting that capital investment, for all its posturing, never really leads, it always follows. They follow the action. So if it's money you're after, be the yourself in a consistent way and you might get it. You’ll at least end up getting what you are worth and feel better. Just follow your nose.

The second kind of freedom to me that is important in the media is the idea of giving freely. When you feel or sense that someone that someone is giving you something not out of profit, but out of self-respect, Christian charity, whatever it is. That has a very powerful energy. The Guardian, in my understanding, was founded by an endowment by a successful man with a social conscience who wanted to help create a voice for what I would call the little guy. So they have a kind of moral mission or imperative. This has given them the latitude to try to be interesting, thoughtful, helpful. And they bring Edward Snowden to the world stage. Something that is not pleasant for a lot of people to hear about, but we need to know.

These two approaches couldn't be more different. To justify their new mega bucks Vice will have to expand and expand in capital terms. Presumably they'll have to titillate a dumb, but energetic audience. Of course all capitalist expansions are subject to the big bang – balloon, bust, poof, and you’re gone. As for the Guardian I would imagine that the task involves gaining the trust and support of a more discerning, less definable reader, without spending the principal. There is usually an antipathy between cultural poles, but these two actually have a lot in common in terms of the energy and nuisance to power that they are willing to generate. I wish red and blue could come together somehow.

Sometimes I'd rather read than listen to music. One of my favourite odd books is Bootleg: The Secret History of the Other Recording Industry by Clinton Heylin. I bought the book in the 90's because a couple of my bootlegs were mentioned. I loved my bootlegs. They did a lot for me. I never really thought about the dough much. I liked the titles, like Suck on This, Stow Away DOA or Metalic KO. The packaging was always way more creative and edgy than most of my official stuff. So I just liked being seen and heard, like anybody else. These bootleggers were creative. Here are two quotes from the dust jacket by veteran industry stalwarts on the subject of bootlegs in 1994.

"Bootleg is the thoroughly researched and highly entertaining tale of those colorful brigands, hapless amateurs, and true believers who have done wonders for my record collection. Rock and roll doesn't get more underground than this." – that was David Fricke, the music editor of Rolling Stone "I think that bootlegs keep the flame of the music alive by keeping it out of not only the industry's conception of the artist, but also the artist's conception of the artist." – that was Lenny Kaye from the Patti Smith group, musician, critic and my friend.

Wow!! Sounds heroic and vital!

I wonder what these guys feel about all of this now, because things have changed, haven't they? We are now talking about Megaupload, Kim Dot Com, big money, political power, and varying definitions of theft that are legally way over my head. But I know a con man when I see one. I want to include a rant from an early bootlegger in this discussion because it's so passionate and I just think it's funny.

This is Lou Cohan "If anybody thinks that if I have purchased every single Rolling Stones album in existence, and I have bought all the Rolling Stones albums that have been released in England, France, Japan, Italy, and Brazil that if I have an extra $100 in my pocket instead of buying a Rolling Stones bootleg I am going to buy a John Denver album or a Sinead O'Conner album, they are retarded."

So the guy is trying to say don't try to force me. And don't steal my choice. And the people who don't want the free U2 download are trying to say, don't try to force me. And they've got a point. Part of the process when you buy something from an artist. It’s a kind of anointing, you are giving people love. It’s your choice to give or withhold. You are giving a lot of yourself, besides the money. But in this particular case, without the convention, maybe some people felt like they were robbed of that chance and they have a point. It’s not the only point. These are not bad guys. But now, everybody's a bootlegger, but not as cute, and there are people out there just stealing the stuff and saying don't try to force me to pay. And that act of thieving will become a habit and that’s bad for everything. So we are exchanging the corporate rip off for the public one. Aided by power nerds. Kind of computer Putins. They just wanna get rich and powerful. And now the biggest bands are charging insane ticket prices or giving away music before it can flop, in an effort to stay huge. And there's something in this huge thing that kind of sucks.

Which brings us to Punk. The most punk thing I ever saw in my life was Malcolm McLaren's cardboard box full of dirty old winkle pinkers. It was the first thing I saw walking in the door of Let It Rock in 1972 which was his shop at Worlds End on the Kings Road. It was a huge ugly cardboard bin full of mismatched unpolished dried out winkle pickers without laces at some crazy price like maybe five pounds each. Another 200 yards up the street was Granny Takes a Trip, where they sold proper Rockstar clothes like scarves, velvet jackets, and snake skin platform boy boots. Malcolm's obviously worthless box of shit was like a fire bomb against the status quo because it was saying that these violent shoes have the right idea and they are worth more than your fashion, which serves a false value. This is right out of the French enlightenment.

So is the thieving that big a deal? Ethically, yes, and it destroys people because it's a bad road you take. But I don't think that's the biggest problem for the music biz. I think people are just a little bit bored, and more than a little bit broke. No money. Especially simple working people who have been totally left out, screwed and abandoned. If I had to depend on what I actually get from sales I’d be tending bars between sets. I mean honestly it’s become a patronage system. There’s a lot of corps involved and I don’t fault any of them but it’s not as much fun as playing at the Music Machine in Camden Town in 1977. There is a general atmosphere of resentment, pressure, kind of strange perpetual war, dripping on all the time. And I think that prosecuting some college kid because she shared a file is a lot like sending somebody to Australia 200 years ago for poaching his lordship's rabbit. That's how it must seem to poor people who just want to watch a crappy movie for free after they’ve been working themselves to death all day at Tesco or whatever, you know.

If I wanna make music, at this point in my life I'd rather do what I want, and do it for free, which I do, or cheap, if I can afford to. I can. And fund through alternative means, like a film budget, or a fashion website, both of which I've done. Those seem to be turning out better for me than the official rock n roll company albums I struggle through. Sorry. If I wanna make money, well how about selling car insurance? At least I'm honest. It's an ad and that's all it is. Every free media platform I've ever known has been a front for advertising or propaganda or both. And it always colors the content. In other words, you hear crap on the commercial radio. The licensing of music by films, corps, and TV has become a flood, because these people know they're not a hell of a lot of fun so they throw in some music that is. I'm all for that, because that's the way the door opened for me. I got heard on tv before radio would take a chance. But then I was ok. Good. And others too. I notice there are a lot of people, younger and younger, getting their exposure that way. But it's a personal choice. I think it’s an aesthetic one, not an ethical one.

Now with the Internet people can choose to hear stuff and investigate it in their own way. If they want to see me jump around the Manchester Apollo with a horse tail instead of trying to be a proper Rockstar, they can look. Good. Personally I don't worry too much about how much I get paid for any given thing, because I never expected much in the first place and the whole industry has become bloated in its expectations. Look, Howling Wolf would work for a sandwich. This whole thing started in Honky Tonk bars. It's more important to do something important or just make people feel something and then just trust in God. If you're an entertainer your God is the public. They'll take care of you somehow. I want them to hear my music any old which way. Period. There is an unseen hand that turns the pages of existence in ways no one can predict. But while you’re waiting for God to show up and try to find a good entertainment lawyer.

It's good to remember that this is a dream job, whether you're performing or working in broadcasting, or writing or the biz. So dream. Dream. Be generous, don’t be stingy. Please. I can't help but note that it always seems to be the pursuit of the money that coincides with the great art, but not its arrival. It's just kind of a death agent. It kills everything that fails to reflect its own image, so your home turns into money, your friends turn into money, and your music turns into money. No fun, binary code – zero one, zero one - no risk, no nothing. What you gotta do you gotta do, life's a hurly-burly, so I would say try hard to diversify your skills and interests. Stay away from drugs and talent judges. Get organized. Big or little, that helps a lot.

I'd like you to do better than I did. Keep your dreams out of the stinky business, or you'll go crazy, and the money won't help you. Be careful to maintain a spiritual EXIT. Don't live by this game because it's not worth dying for. Hang onto your hopes. You know what they are. They’re private. Because that's who you really are and if you can hang around long enough you should get paid. I hope it makes you happy. It's the ending that counts, and the best things in life really are free.

#iggy pop #idk if anyone posted it here already #I'm just too lazy to look up so #here it is!

[purplesurveys]

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surveys by taco-tuesdays

What would be the pros and cons of a four-day school week? That was my schedule throughout college (we had Mondays off) and it really helped out a lot, especially mentally; and, on some level, emotionally as well. I’ve always thought 3 days is the most effective and ideal length of time when it comes to having a break.

As for cons, I honestly can’t name any as I was happy my schedule and I only heard miserable insights from my friends from other schools, who otherwise had to keep up a 5-day schedule in college.

What is a subject or topic that you would like to learn more about? My manager recently encouraged me to watch Going Seventeen – I initially thought I wouldn’t get the hype but I was wrong hahaha; they seem super interesting so I’ve been reading up about them today.

Would you rather live somewhere that was hot year-round or cold year-round? COLD.

What is something that you do during the summer that you don't otherwise? Give the weather the power to make me cranky. I’m not always vocal about the weather, but the summer heat just unleashes a monster right out of me.

Which professions do you feel deserve the highest amount of pay? Well, especially in the case of my country where essential workers are not paid nearly enough – medical frontliners.

What is your own definition of success? Reaching a point wherein I can honestly say I’m proud of myself. I’m my biggest critic and the worst overthinker I know, so if I’ve done something well enough to feel confident and comfortable about it, then I consider myself successful.

Do you have a favorite day of the week? Fridayyy.

What are some of your favorite songs? These days I’m really into Blue Side by J-Hope.

Do you donate to a specific charity or cause on an annual basis? Not annual, but there is an animal shelter to which I donate a small amount of my earnings whenever I can. I used to do it monthly but as more...life stuff that I need to pay for has started to pile up, I haven’t been able to keep up the habit as often as I would like.

If you won the lottery, how would you spend the money? Give half to my parents; use a portion of my half to get a new phone since my screen’s LED recently got permanently damaged and my phone now has weird colorful lines on the screen lmao; get sushi; save the rest.

Would you be a stay at home parent or send your kid to daycare? Ideally I would provide my child with their own helper that can watch them while I’m away for work. That’s a luxury I never got to have so my petty ass just wants to get back at my way-too-simple childhood and give my kid their own yaya.

What excites you more - tire swings or treehouses? Treehouses. I’ve never seen one; they’re not common at all here.

What's the highest amount of money you received in a card? I think around ₱2000? That’s roughly ~$40.

What's the last CD you purchased for yourself? My Butter set.

Dolphins, whales, sharks, or narwhals? Whales, then dolphins.

Did you get any scholarships or grants towards your education? No. But I technically didn’t need to apply for one; my entire college tuition was free.

Are spicy foods a yay or a nay for you? Absolutely the fuck yay. I have a pretty high tolerance and I think it just got even higher over the last year from all the kimchi and spicy noodles I’ve been downing haha.

Have you ever quit or been fired from a job before? No; but being fired is one of my biggest fears.

Have you ever wondered what your pets are saying to you? Just Cooper. I can read Kimi like the back of my hand at this point.

Did you walk or take the bus to school? My parents paid for a school bus service, which is the practice here. We don’t have a public school bus system.

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Have you ever had to turn someone in before? For what? Hmm, not that I can recall. I don’t think so.

Describe a time where one of your parents embarrassed you. My dad belittled a staff at McDonald’s when we did drive-thru a couple of weeks ago. It has been like 11 in the morning and he was upset that his change came in coins, so he made a fantastic show of staying at the payment window for what felt like fucking years as he counted the coins one by one...like seriously? It’s fucking currency, are you really getting your panties in a bunch over coins?? Anyway, I didn’t talk to him for the whole day after that and didn’t touch my order that he paid for.

Do you prefer grapes, raisins, or prunes? Grape-flavored candies are fine, I guess. All of these choices in their pure form all suck.

Do you like knocking icicles off of things? Well no, considering I don’t encounter them a lot.

Have you ever had a party when your parents weren't home? I’ve never thrown a party at my own home.

What is something that irks you about your sibling(s)? There is a glaring lack of proactivity. My mom could be struggling with carrying something heavy and they will stay glued to whatever they’re doing, and will literally not move unless they’re addressed. It worries me sometimes as I don’t know to what extent it could possibly reach.

Does everyone really deserve to be forgiven? No.

How do we make men and women equal in today's society? Equal pay can be a good start to go with.

Did your parents favor one child over another when you were growing up? My mom clearly favored my brother and would give him millions of passes for shit I would otherwise be yelled at for; I didn’t feel any favoritism from my dad.

How much PDA is too much PDA to witness? I scrunch my nose even at light PDA all the time just to make my friends laugh, but to be honest about it it doesn’t actually bother me as much as I let it show. I’d only be grossed out if I see a full-blown makeout session or anything beyond that somewhere inappropriate.

If you get married, will you take your spouse's last name? I’d hyphenate so that I would still get to keep both my maiden and last names.

What's the last fight you had with your mother? Something about the courier delivery service I booked last week. The whole thing is too complicated to explain but I do remember retorting at her and her biting back with what I can best translate as, “How dare you have the gall to answer back,” which...as a minor probably would’ve been effective and made me feel guilty...but I’m literally 23. I had to hide my face to snicker because that kind of statement just doesn’t bother me anymore.

Do you still eat Lunchables as an adult? I’ve never had that; we don’t have them here.

When's the last time you made Kool-Aid? I have never tried Kool-Aid either.

Do you prefer photographs in color or black-and-white? Why? Color. Moments and memories just feel more alive that way.

What's your favorite comfort food? SUSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII fuck I need some right now.

What makes you proud to be from the country you're from? I like our regional and local cultures.

If you had to work in a store, which would you choose, and why? Ooh...I dunno. Maybe a bookstore? so I can get to slowly rekindle my love for reading.

If you were a teacher, which subject would you teach? History.

Who shows that they love you more than they actually say it? I feel like this question applies to me more than it does for people in my circle, most of whom are quite vocal. I don’t usually throw around the words I love you, but I will show it a lot.

#survey #surveys

[classof99]

INTRODUCTION

Someone, somewhere, likely with a vague spectrum of power and a cruel sense of humor, decided that forcing teenagers to sit through four long years of the unmitigated hell wasn’t enough. There had to be one last “learning” component before students were unleashed into the world – i.e., the commencement speaker...

Mom liked to remind me that I fell asleep during the commencement speech at my high school graduation.

She told the story often and with great relish.

I always knew it was coming at the holidays, because a twinkling lilt would bubble up in her and she’d touch my father’s arm and remind him that local celebrity real estate agent extraordinaire Gary Pace had been our speaker (yes, where I’m from, a real estate agent can attain quasi-celebrity status if he plasters his face on the side of enough public transit). My father would pat my mother's hand in return and shoot me an apologetic look. He knew what was coming.

“We could see him from the nosebleed! Remember, honey?” she'd say to dad, talking about me like I wasn't there. “He was just sitting there and all of a sudden – bloop – his little head drops to one side, and falls onto his neighbor's shoulder,” she said, volume rising, her half-and-half tea slipping over the brim of her glass as she slapped the table in delight.

She'd turn to me directly then:

“How did you manage to fall asleep? During your high school graduation, no less!”

“Well, if you remember I worked – ” but she'd cut me off, not really asking so much as wanting to retell the story.

“ – On, uhm... who was it again?”

“Brian Goodlow”

“BRIAN GOODLOW! That's right. What a lovely boy. Do you still see him?”

You see, what mom remembers the most was the scattered laughter of my classmates as I nodded off, causing Gary Pace to lose his place (we heard later he'd taken it as a personal insult that someone -- me -- dared not to be completely spellbound by the most didactic of commencement speeches).

Not that Gary would have cared, but I had a legitimate excuse. I'd worked the previous night until 3 am as a projectionist at the movie theater. Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace had just been released and I was working the midnight screenings.

I don’t remember exactly at what point I fell asleep during Gary's speech, but I do recall waking to find Brian Goodlow gently petting my hair. It was the closest we’d ever been despite always sitting next to each other due to the fact that our last name's occurred alphabetically.

Among the many things we suffered through that day, the most pandering may have been Gary Pace's self-aggrandizing speech itself:

“Dare to dream!”

“March to the beat of your own drum!”

“Live life to the fullest!”

The obvious mistake Gary Pace made here -- one shared by many highly educated alumni-turned-commencement speakers -- was that he should have known that high schoolers so close to receiving their diplomas are BEYOND learning anything new. Like, over it. They’ve spent the last 13 years absorbing every last detail that every well-meaning teacher could cram between their eyes and ears.

But what do we do? Each school invites a speaker, usually an alumni, and in our particular case, the indomitable and balding Gary Pace, to come give a speech to the bright young stars of tomorrow. He'll remind us that, decades before, he sat in the very same spot with the same ambitions we hold deep, and would serve up an onslaught of platitudes and non-sequiturs of what he'd learned since.

But we, as with most graduating classes, were a captive audience of malcontents, sweating profusely underneath our caps and gowns, generally unfazed by the generic one-size-fits-all life advice being hurled at us from notecards at the podium. I was very busy pondering that things that came next: freedom and what I could only hope would be an endless summer between me and the next four years of college.

We were the class of 1999 — the last graduating class of the millennium (also known as BCC: Before Common Core). Not since the class of 999 had there been so much self-appointed pressure for a class to “go out and do great things” – thank you, Gary, for that pearl.

While I’d like to believe that we all went on to do great things for ourselves and for society, I know it’s simply not true. Not to say that none of us did anything great, just not all nearly four hundred teenagers sitting in that auditorium that May afternoon in 1999 did. Some of us grew up, other didn’t. Some of us succeed and yet others failed and fell down. Some of us didn’t even make it far enough to note a difference.

To frame the stories that follow, please understand a few things (I’m looking at you Gen-Z)... The class of 1999 was born in 1980-81. We were the “Me Generation”, the tail end of Generation X. Latchkey kids who spent summers with MTV on while our parents were at the office. We microwaved our grilled cheeses on Styrofoam plates even though we kinda knew better. Smoking was still cool, kinda. We made it through high school without cell phones, e-mail or any relevant use of the internet which, in hindsight, has probably saved us all from a lot of embarrassment as adults. A weekend might involve a trip to the local music shop to, ya know, buy CDs. How downright old-fashioned!

But, perhaps most importantly, for the purposes of this story anyways, is that when previous generations graduated from high school, they genuinely lost track of each other which is what made a high school reunion so enjoyable. Discovering what became of everyone. Or what didn't. Today with social media, old high school acquaintances tend to circle each other in an uncomfortable, peripheral social media orbit for years and years after graduation. It's much harder to lose track of everyone, which is a true shame, because losing track of everyone after high school is a great and well-earned privilege.

As I sat there, in May 1999, at the end of my high school career, waiting to make my way up to the stage to grab my diploma, I took a moment to absorb the countless young faces around me. In a curious moment of reflection, I wondered what would happen to each of them. Would they achieve what, if anything, they sought to do with their lives. What ironies did the universe have in store for us collectively?

I catch myself remembering certain people at the most random of times – how they were then and what they made of themselves – and can only imagine what Gary Pace might have said about them. It's been my experience that the lessons you learn in real life are hardly close to the vague horseshit you’re lectured with at graduation. In fact, some time’s there no nice way to wrap up the experiences or expectations of life. Some times it just is.

After graduation, I went onto college and kept in touch with a few of my high school friends. We’d get together over summers or Christmas breaks, only to fall away from each other again afterwards. Even when we did get together, it wasn’t as if we were measuring how daring we’d all been, as Gary had suggested. We were just living our lives, however they came.

Most of my classmates went on to do what most adults try and do in the here and now: college, marriage, a few kids, maybe a divorce (but hopefully not), probably a 9 to 5. As it turns out, though, more than a few of my classmates had stories worthy of one of Gary’s platitudes.

Thanks to the unbreakable bond between Brian Goodlow and I, my mother’s general nosiness, and the burdensome genius of Facebook, Instagram, etc., I’ve managed to collect some of the more interesting stories from my class; stories about the things that actually happen after you graduate.

The following stories are true, almost entirely. However, names have been changed, identifying details have been tweaked and obvious things have been left appropriately VAGUE.

Stay awake. This time it’s worth it.

#class of 1999 #class of 99 #true stories #truestories #graduation stories #high school #high school graduation #class of 2020 #class of 2021 #Gary Pace #commencement speech #alumni

[levelstory]

Music Reflection II, Early 2000s' was a Trip

Well, it has been a hot minute since I wrote a music reflection post. Last time, I talked about various songs from my childhood from the likes of Britney Spears to Stevie Brock. Now I am back to tackle some more music from my most formative years that will make you question how my music taste ever escaped cringy pop music from the Top 40. Coincidentally, all of these tracks are from the early 2000s’ so no 90s’ music here today. Here we go…

Miracles Happen by Myra

This song is the anthem ofThe Princess Diaries. That movie was one of my most watched VHS tapes next to the first Harry Potter film. It is the movie that sparked my interest in film soundtracks, and one of the most recognizable and memorable songs from the album was easily Myra's Miracles Happen. 

It can be easy to forget how much work was once put into acquiring music in an age where most music is available instantaneously. As a kid, my ear was always turned toward the music in any given film and when I got to an age (around 9-10) when I realized these tracks were sold in one package known as the film soundtrack, I made a point to get my hands on a copy. The Princess Diaries is the first soundtrack I remember owning outside of soundtracks from Disney films. 

My most stark memories with this soundtrack are playing it in my bedroom at my old house. Toward the end of our time living there, my family painted my bedroom a light pink and I got a desk that had a CD rack built-in (this was a big feature at the time). My boombox sat on the large desktop against the wall and I can remember listening to The Princess Diaries soundtrack on repeat. There are a lot of great tracks on the album but Miracles Happen is the true star and the true representation of the movie. 

Before I talk about the track further, I just want to point out that this movie is great. We could talk about its problems, which it has many, but it remains funny, heartwarming, and a joy to watch from start to finish. This movie introduced me to Anne Hathaway and she just shines. Plus, Julie Andrews is in the movie and she steals the show! I know my opinion is partially influenced by nostalgia goggles but hey...just let me have this!

Back to Miracles Happen. What is easily the strongest aspect of the song is the chorus. It is so catchy and fun to listen to. The verses are enjoyable enough, but they feel a bit detached from what makes the song so good. The bridge is pretty lackluster. As discussed a bit in my first reflection, way too many songs struggle with their bridges. Look, I get it...but still. The only shining light is that the bridge at least transitions into a tune that sounds similar to the chorus which is pretty great. 

The lyrics are fairly generic which is par for the course. They say a bunch of random things like "we found the missing pieces" and "nothing should ever bring you down", lyrics that have little to no emotional attachment to anything beyond it is a thing people say in this context. But all things considered, it is still a really fun song to listen to.

It Happens Every Time by Dream Street

Dream Street is one of those boy bands that flew pretty far beneath the radar for most people. Their first album released in 2000 and I distinctly remember the marketing campaign on television playing over and over again so that they were drilled into our brains. I guess it worked because I really wanted this album as a ten-year-old.

My friends and I loved Dream Street. I had their poster hanging on my bedroom wall (their album booklet unfolded into the poster). We made up dance routines to their songs. We even blasted the music through my friend’s house and somehow her parents never became angry with us. My most shameful confession about Dream Street is that we used to try and find their phone numbers to call them. Unaware that phone books are limited to local numbers, we would call random numbers to see if Chris or Jesse were home to talk. They weren't, and people were annoyed by our calls. 

One thing people probably don't know is that Jesse McCartney's music career began with Dream Street. I'm proud to say that he was my favorite from the group at the time, and vocally he is the strongest of the group. His voice had not matured yet so it is always fun listening to his performance with his young voice!

It Happens Every Time was their big single and the song most used in TV adverts, accompanied by the music video. What got me thinking about the song and the group recently is due to some unfortunate events. I learned back in July that one of the members, Chris, died in June due to complications with COVID-19. He would have been 35 this year. Chris was often looked at as the Justin Timberlake of Dream Street. He had the fancy frost tipped hair and swagger to him that the other members couldn't compete with. After the group disbanded, he never found success in the same way he did with Dream Street. He died too young and too soon. After his death, I started relistening to Dream Street and it was this relisten that encouraged me to write another Music Reflection. 

As with Stevie Brock from the first installment of Music Reflections, Dream Street's songs mostly center on their lust for girls in a way that is pretty uncomfortable looking back. These boys range in age from 11-13 if I am not mistaken, and their songs deal with mature themes that predate their young years. Not to mention that society has young boys singing about these ideas that they can't help their actions when they lust for a girl or they can't control themselves because a girl has them wrapped around her finger. Our culture normalizes this idea that men are vulnerable to female woes and that they can't help themselves. It is always a bit gross hearing young boys sing about it, especially before they’ve even hit puberty (i.e. Justin Bieber).*

It Happens Every Time is a song about...a song. It follows a boy who hears a "silly little love song" every time he sees this girl or thinks of her. This plane of existence, a magic place where angels sing all around them, is known as Dream Street (name drop!). Admittedly, this song is probably the tamest when it comes to the themes I mentioned in the previous paragraph. 

Now I won't lie, this song is a bop. I'm still unsure if that is the nostalgia talking or not...I will have to dig deeper some other time. But damn I'd be lying if I said I don't enjoy this song. It is so catchy. The boys sing really well for their age. I am a sucker for listening to little Jesse McCartney belt his heart out. Jesse is the highlight of this song, getting a nice solo line toward the end of the second chorus followed by the entire bridge and some overlapping vocals in the final chorus before ending the song. He just sounds so good and I will admit to feeling a small sense of pride listening to him. I was there before his solo career and entry into Radio Disney hits and commercials all over ABC Family. Sometimes it feels like Dream Street is still so unknown that I can keep my memories of them all to myself. Though their time was short-lived, they stayed with me and so has this song.

Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton

Earlier, I talked about how difficult it was to acquire music before the internet. In the case of a song in a movie, there was a good chance that the song you liked would be on the soundtrack, provided a soundtrack was even released. Songs on the radio were difficult because you had to buy an entire album when you just liked one song, or make sure you had a blank tape ready to record when the song came on. Then there were songs you heard while out and about with no context. Those were the worst because you had to try and memorize the song and hope you found it somewhere, someday. That was kind of what happened to me with Vanessa Carlton.

It was her song A Thousand Miles that really gripped me as a 12-year-old. I loved it so much and heard it everywhere I went but never knew who sang the song or where I could get a copy. Eventually, I heard the song on the radio and bought her album...and ended up only listening to the three tracks I liked. One of the tracks, and my favorite of those three, is Ordinary Day. 

If my memory is correct, this song was never as popular as A Thousand Miles on the radio, but it was super popular on the internet. This album came out around the time I first started using the internet and discovered movie montages. I don't mean montages used in movies but montages made by fans on Windows Movie Maker, cut together with a somewhat fitting song. If you were a teenager obsessing over Disney or Harry Potter or...something, you know the songs that people generally gravitated towards with these videos (the band Trading Yesterday were a staple of these montages). Ordinary Day was a movie montage song (every time I listen to this song it reminds me of an Aladdin montage it played over (which I sadly can't find)). 

I decided to watch the music video for this song as I was writing this and boy is it a product of the early 2000s. Can we all just agree that the early 2000s were equivalent to that awkward stage of everyone's lives that we try not to think about? This music video is so clumsy and confusing. There are so many close up shots on Carlton and strange shots of people making out. Who thought this was a good idea?

But back to the song. One thing I appreciate about this song is how it builds itself up. The beginning piano is very nice but then it builds up with orchestration and I love it. I'm sorry I can't talk about it more but I won't embarrass myself with lack of musical instrumental lingo and knowledge.

The lyrics of the song are...ehh? The song is basically about seeing more in the ordinary and how the narrator is shown from an "ordinary boy." It isn't terrible but like the music video, a product of the early 2000s. 

I unapologetically love this song. Yes it is corny and it isn't as musically sophisticated as I would like, but it always makes me smile when I listen to it. I can remember listening to the song on my headphones on long car rides and with friends. It is just a song that makes me feel happy and gives me no reason to feel otherwise. 

All I Can Do by Jump5

Well...I'm surprised it took me this long to arrive at Jump5. What is there to say about this Christian pop sensation? Quite a bit actually. I was only obsessed with them for a good chunk of my early teens. Reflecting on that time of my life is strange because in hindsight, it was such a short period but it always feels like it lasted much longer. 

Everyone has that one band that they really connect with as a teenager that basically shapes their entire life and...well, yeah, that band for me is Jump5. I'm not kidding, I could write an entire book about how this band shaped my entire life (and believe me, I am working on it!). As much as I'd like to talk about all of that, we only have a short amount of time so let's talk about this song. 

As with Ordinary Day, this song reeks of the early 2000s. However, unlike Ordinary Day, the music video is much more successful in its execution. I couldn't believe myself when rewatching it...it is actually pretty darn good as far as music videos tend to be. 

Choosing what Jump5 song to talk about was pretty difficult because there are so many in their arsenal that I can talk about for long periods of time and connect to life experiences. But All I Can Do seems to be a special one because I'm almost certain it was the first track I ever heard from the group. As with Dream Street, Jump5 had a big TV marketing campaign for their second album, All the Time in the World (in which All I Can Do is the first track). It was their TV advert that put them on the radar for me. I vividly remember seeing the commercial at Christmas time. It was the first Christmas spent at our new house and I can remember watching the TV with my gifts and snow falling outside. At this point, seeing pop bands advertised on TV was nothing new. There were always new groups trying to make it big as other pop acts had before them. But other than my memory of seeing this commercial, it otherwise didn't leave a big impact on me. I wouldn't start listening to Jump5 until a few months later after getting into Radio Disney. And even after I got into Jump5, All I Can Do was never one of their songs that I gravitated towards. 

I wanted to talk about this song because of how well it represents Jump5 as a group. All I Can Do is their quintessential track, packed with energy and fun lyrics. But the track is also a representation of the group's core aesthetic of disguising "Christian values" as a pop song about a crush. For anyone who grew up on a Christian media diet (as I did voluntarily as a teenager), this is nothing out of the ordinary for this type of entertainment. In fact, it is basically a meme at this point. All I Can Do may be the least overt example of this from Jump5's library, but it is still an example nonetheless.

“It's like I got nothing to do but think about you,” (you being God), "I've got all the time in the world," (implying that time does not matter because in God you have everlasting life), "if you look at my heart, you'll know from the start," (meaning God knows your true heart and He knows from the start). I could go on but I think you see my point. There isn't anything inherently bad about this example and it is fairly harmless, but this isn't always the case when it comes to Christian entertainment.

Another trend from the late 90s' and early 2000s' was a pop group being a mix of both guys and girls but the guys rarely sang (A*Teens is another example that might come to mind). This song is dominated by the girls who share most of the song equally. The guys are hardly ever heard at all except when Chris gets his time to shine echoing the song's title over and over. It is easy to forget about them but alas, they are there.

Jump5 were known for their dance routines that they performed alongside their songs. They would often do cartwheels, flips, and very technical dance routines that blew many other pop acts out of the water. They also performed these routines live on tour, not just in their music videos. This dance routine is a really memorable one, showing the group doing a train-like dance which I remember performing with a friend. It is a lot of fun and I won't let anyone tell me otherwise! It was a lot of fun revisiting this track.

Is It Saturday Yet? by Nick Carter

Well here we are, at the final song, and boy is this choice...let's go with interesting. Nick Carter, known for his Backstreet Boy fame, recorded his own solo album after the group disbanded. What we got was Now or Never which is only ever remembered by the song Help Me, and even that is pretty forgettable. All that said, I owned this album and listened to it quite a bit as a tween. My most specific memory with the album is listening to it on a long car ride to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Is It Saturday Yet? is the seventh track on the album and out of the five tracks I liked, this was probably at the bottom. 

So why talk about it if it was my least favorite track? Well friends, this track is so bizarre that I question its existence on a frequent basis. It is insane how often this song gets stuck in my head and won't leave. 

The song seems to be about a disengaged teenager being raised by Jerry Springer and video games (video games got a low blow for warping kids brains back in the day. They still get blamed today but it isn't to the same extent) who just can't wait for Saturday to come so he can be rid of his responsibilities. The lyrics are...dumb. They are clearly trying to make a point but the song is so ridiculous that it is white noise. And why is it that Nick and Aaron Carter always have to reference each other in their songs? It was cute at first when Aaron did it in his classic track Oh Aaron, but now it is just old. 

"Is it Saturday yet? Cause I wanna get up. Is it Saturday yet? It just feels like a Saturday. Maybe it's a Saturday." Those are the lyrics in the chorus. It is a song so devoid of meaning and so lazy to its very core. It contains lazy rhymes and brutal instrumentals. This song is the reason so many people describe pop music as empty trash. Like, don't get me wrong, a lot of music on the radio is pop trash and is clearly put together by big corporate higher-ups to make a quick buck on teenage stars locked in a contract. But some of that music is meaningful and deserves to be recognized. This song, however, deserves to die a painful death. It is just terrible. 

And yet, despite all of this, the song somehow still appeals to me. I still listen to it. I still find joy out of it even though it is just awful in every possible way. I think that speaks to the whole point of these reflections on the music I listened to when I was younger. 

Is It Saturday Yet? may be the worst of the bunch, but a lot of music cranked out back in the day was mindless entertainment. As much as it bothers me, I won't lie and say there is no place for music like this because there is. Sometimes when I am driving, I get so sick of the music I normally listen to ("good" music) and I just want music from my childhood that won't make me think but will just allow me to bake in nostalgic goodness. 

Revisiting these songs was fun, but I know there are more I want to talk about in the future! Stay tuned! What are some songs you listened to in the early 2000s’ that make you feel super nostalgic today? Let me know in the comments!

* It should also be noted that the band broke up because of a lawsuit in which the majority of the parents of the band alleged that the underage band members were "exposed to booze, women, and pornography."

#Jump5 #Vanessa Carlton #Dream Street #Chris Trousdale #Jesse McCartney #Myra #The Princess Diaires #Nick Carter

[tigerintokyo]

IDOLiSH7 Part 1, Ch 3.4 side story

Side story: Suspended Activities

(other parts in the directory)

Translation under the break.

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Tsumugi: (Restricting activity as an incentive....)

Tsumugi: (Following Iori's advice, IDOLiSH7 has suspended all idol activities.)

Tsumugi: (I wonder how everyone is spending their time...)

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(Door opens)

Nagi: Hello-! Good morning! Last night, Mitsuki and I had a talk, and I realized that I am a real idol!

Nagi: I will be dancing with love all day today for all the women who are my fans who love me.

Nagi: OH.......... There's no one here.....

(Door opens) 

Mitsuki: Of course not.

Nagi: Mitsuki.....

Mitsuki: We're banned, remember? We can't sing or dance.

Nagi: No, no. I've been reborn. Now, I want to sing with my best friends instead of hunting for girls.

Mitsuki: I feel the same way. But, the manager must have some idea for us. Let's do what she said and just stay put.

Mitsuki: But, Nagi, I'm so proud! Yesterday, you said you were going to watch DVDs while on vacation, but now you're coming for a lesson!

Nagi: Mitsuki, your passionate message has touched my heart. I'll show you I can meet your expectations, my dearest Mitsuki!

Nagi: But.......... Dancing is banned...... Do you think Tsumugi is angry because I haven't been taking things seriously? 

Mitsuki: That's not it. Cheer up!

Mitsuki: Hey, look, Nagi. Outside the window, even the flower in the shade has buds on it.

Nagi: OH. How sad. It looks cold. If I were that flower, I would grow legs and move into the sunlight.

Mitsuki: That's kind of creepy. But, that's just like you Nagi, to move into the sunlight.

Nagi: ……………?

Mitsuki: Nagi, you grew up so nicely right under the sun, in the warmth of the sun's rays! Well, at least that's what it seems like to me.

Nagi: Mitsuki, aren't you mistaken? Mitsuki, you're the one who is like the sun.

Mitsuki: Hahaha! Thanks! But, I'm more like the type of person who was in the shade, longing for the sunlight. 

Nagi: OH..........

Mitsuki: But, it isn't all bad, right? Because, after being in the shade, when it finally soaks up some sun, the flower can grow quickly and bloom beautifully.

Mitsuki: We're the same as those flowers! So, don't let it go to waste. Cherish this feeling of wanting to dance and sing!

Nagi: Alright! 

(Door opens)

Tamaki: Hey.

Mitsuki: Huh? Tamaki, what about school? Iori went today.

Tamaki: Hm. It was already noon when I woke up, so I thought it was OK .

Mitsuki: It's not OK! You're not living properly!

Tamaki: Yama-san is still asleep though.

Mitsuki: That old man isn't a good role model at all for you kids........

Tamaki: What are you guys doing? Which song are you dancing to? Let me in. 

Nagi: No, no, dancing is banned.

Mitsuki: Tamaki should be at school. Even if you're late, you should go now.

Tamaki: What? I'm skipping. It'll be time to go home by the time I get there.

Mitsuki: Stop complaining or I'll give you a spanking! And, when you get back, you should talk to Sogo. What Sogo was saying isn't wrong.

Tamaki: Sou-chan was being too pushy. Naggchi, you think so too, right?

Nagi: Yesterday, I would have nodded in agreement, but today, I am reborn. Attention, please!

Tamaki: OK.....

(Door opens)

Sogo: Good morning. You haven't seen Yamato-san, have you?

Mitsuki: Yamato-san is still sleeping.

Sogo: I see. .....Tamaki-kun, what about school?

Tamaki: It's a day off.

Mitsuki: Don't lie!

Tamaki: Ow!

Sogo: Tamaki-kun, if you aren't sick, you have to go. School is where you can learn about society.....

Tamaki: I wasn't trying to skip out. I just didn't wake up on time.

Sogo: You can't wake up because you stay up all night. You should try to finish everything early so that you can wake up early....

Tamaki: You're so pushy!

Sogo: ........If it's hard to get up on your own, I can wake you up in the morning. Come on, go put on your uniform....

Tamaki: Fine! I'm going!

(Slams door)

Sogo: Have a good day. Be careful.

Nagi: That was wonderful, Sogo! Tamaki went to go to school!

Sogo: But, it seemed like he just didn't want to talk to me.....

Mitsuki: Don't worry about it! He's just always going at his own pace! It's good to give him a little bit of a hard time.

Sogo: .........yeah.

Mitsuki: Give that old man a hard time too.

Sogo: You mean Yamato-san? How can I....?

Mitsuki: "It's already the middle of the day! Time to get up--!!" Yell it right into his ear. If he doesn't get up, give him a good kick!

Nagi: Kick off!

Sogo: ………….

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Yamato: Zz...... zZz...... 

Sogo: Yamato-san fell asleep in the living room.... He got up before, but maybe he's exhausted....

Sogo: ....right into his ear....

Sogo: …………...

Sogo: ...........i-it's the middle of the day....

Yamato: Don't ruin this tense bedside moment.

Sogo: ............! Oh, you're already awake. Can we talk for a little?

Yamato: Nope. Can't you see? I'm in the middle of something.

Sogo: Of what..... 

Yamato: Going back to sleep.

Sogo: …………..

Yamato: Hahaha! Go ahead, tell me. Alright..... OK. What's up?

Sogo: Um.... There's something that I need to tell you, Yamato-san.

Yamato: What's wrong? Go ahead.

Sogo: When I was listening to a CD last night, without realizing it, I started humming to it.... I'm sorry, I broke the ban on singing and dancing!

Yamato: .....? So, you came to me to apologize?

Sogo: I wasn't sure who I should report it to, but I thought I should report to you first, since you're the leader of IDOLiSH7. 

Sogo: I accept any punishment. I'm truly sorry. I was careless when everyone else was following the rules.

Yamato: Haha.... Hahaha....! You really are a serious guy. Even though you're already a wanted fugitive.

Sogo: A wanted fugitive? Ah, you said that during the photo shoot....

Yamato: That's right. Are those pesky cops out and about? 

Sogo: .......I think we're okay for now.

Yamato: That's great. Can you pass me that tea?

Sogo: Sure.

Yamato: Sou, I'm the leader, but it's just by name. I'm not going to punish you or judge you like the detective that's chasing you. 

Sogo: ………….

Yamato: The only one who can judge you is you. If you really want a compliment from me, you only need to ask for it.

Yamato: Anytime except when I'm going back to sleep. Well then, good night.

Yamato: Zz...... zZz...... 

Sogo: …………..

Sogo: .......Only you can judge yourself..... That freedom that I wanted, is this it?

Sogo: I was so impatient about it, but now I can't get used to it....

(Door opens)

Riku: Ah............

Sogo: Riku-kun.

Riku: G......good morning! If you need me to go shopping, I'll go!

Sogo: It's okay. I already went.

Riku: Well, how about cleaning....

Sogo: I did the front hallway, the living room, and the bathroom.

Riku: Oh, okay...

Riku: Um.... I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. I was surprised when I heard you abandoned your family. 

Sogo: It's okay. I'm the one who should apologize. You were trying to get closer to me, but I let you down.

Riku: That's not true! Sogo-san, you didn't do anything wrong! But.... Can we make up with each other?

Sogo: Hahaha. Yeah.

Riku: Hehehe.... Great! Do you have time right now? Do you want to go do a lesson with me? 

Sogo: I'd love to, but we're banned right now, right? Let's work hard together after the ban is lifted.

Riku: Ah, yes! Of course! It's really too bad.

Riku: After making up, or when I'm happy, I want to sing out loud and dance my heart out. It's like letting go of a feeling with your whole body!

Riku: Everything that I can't really communicate well with words, it all comes pouring out with the rhythm! 

Sogo: I feel like I understand what you're saying. That must be why your singing voice is so unrestrained.

Riku: I'm sure everyone feels the same too! Especially Tamaki!

Sogo: Tamaki-kun?

Riku: Tamaki is usually really laid back, but when he's dancing, he really comes alive! Since he's not good at talking, that's probably how he lets off steam.

Riku: I have a feeling that he's having the hardest time out of all of us with the dancing ban.

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Tamaki: Let me go, Iorin....! We were just dancing after school because he asked me to!

Iori: You know we're banned from singing or dancing. You were also late.....

Tamaki: That's just for IDOLiSH7, right? It doesn't matter when we're alone! 

Iori: You are now Yostuba Tamaki of IDOLiSH7! From now on, whenever you dance, you do it under IDOLiSH7's name.

Tamaki: What the hell.... That's not freedom!

Iori: .......Yotsuba-san!

Tamaki: I'll do what I'm told! But, I'll do what I want to do! If I can't.... 

Iori: Are you going to quit IDOLiSH7? That's rich. Do as you please.

Tamaki: I didn't say that, did I?! .....Iorin, shut up. You're being mean.

Iori: If you like freedom, then you can be alone. No matter where you go in the world, if you only want to do what you want then you have to be alone.

Iori: If you want to be with people, you have to wear clothes that are a little restrictive.

Tamaki: ..........Don't get all high and mighty about it. You're the one who's always alone in school.

Iori: .............

Tamaki: Ah.... No, I mean, I didn't mean like a loner. Iorin, you have your own freedom, right?

Iori: .......I'm not very good at interacting with other people. Actually, we're responsible for anyone we get involved with.

Tamaki: ....responsible?

Iori: That's right. Aimlessly getting close, and aimlessly growing apart. You're not willing to take responsibility when it comes to people, Yotsuba-san.

Tamaki: Because I don't have a sibling, I don't have to take responsibility.

Iori: Yotsuba-san, when I saw you dancing, I was moved by your technique and expressiveness, and I was so glad to have you as a member.

Iori: With you, IDOLiSH7 will make it big. ......I want you to live up to this expectation, Yotsuba-san. I want you to be a person who can take responsibility for this expectation.

Tamaki: ......I can't tell if that was a compliment or not?

Iori: It's not a compliment.

Tamaki: Then, I don't care.

Iori: Yotsuba-san!

Tamaki: What?!

Iori: It was a compliment.

Tamaki: OK. 

Iori: Anyway, singing and dancing are banned until the TRIGGER concert. As a member of IDOLiSH7, I hope you can follow this rule.

Tamaki: ......if I break it?

Iori: Then you can spend your whole life alone, dancing with your shadow?

Tamaki: ………...

To be continued...

Next episode

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Please do not use my translations without my permission.

#i7 #idolish7 #ainana #my translation

[gloriousstudentfury-love]

The Death of Mrs. Resnick ✰

y/n’s POV

I sat squished between Alex and his baseball gear, on the way to one of his games. I wasn't my plan to go, but Penelope and Alex didn't really give me much of a choice.

"Mom, I'm gonna miss the first pitch. Go faster!" Alex groaned

"Alex, you know Mrs. Resnick doesn't go faster. Unless we're going downhill, then she might not stop." Penelope sighed, grilling tighter on the steering wheel

"We are so late. Just try." He complained, slouching further down into his seat

She slammed the petal to go faster and the car started rattling. I held on to my seat with slight fear of stopping in the middle of LA traffic.

"Mom, I smell gas." Elena said

"All right." Penelope nodded, whipping out a bottle of air freshener to get rid of the smell

"Wow, That smells nice. What is that?" I asked, slightly sniffing the air

"It's Hawaii." She smiled

"Maybe the car's mad because papi stuck it with a name like Mrs. Resnick." Elena joked

"You know your papi named her after a hot teacher he had a crush on." Penelope informed her kids

"Our math teacher is pretty hot." I said16

Alex flicked me and I flicked him back. We got into a flicking war until he decided to speak up about the car, again.

"Yeah, but by now I bet Mr. Resnick's traded her in for a younger model." Alex said, making me smack off his hat

"That's not funny papito." Penelope snapped

"It's not funny. Society treats middle aged women shamefully. I read a study online-" Elena started, prepared to go on a full on rant

"Okay, who wants to hear some tunes?" Penelope interrupted

We all groaned, as she began to play a sappy live song. Penelope smiled at the song choice and began to sing along. Elena grew annoyed with the obnoxious music and paused it.

"Aw, right before the good part." Penelope complained

"There is no good part." I commented

"That CD has been stuck in this car my whole life." Elena said

"Uh, excuse me? It's a cassingle." Penelope said, offended by Elena's words

All of a sudden the car began to make sounds started slowing down. I looked out the window to notice the other cars attempting to pass the one we were in.

"Why are we slowing down? Who turned on the AC? You know Mrs. Resnick can't handle that!" Penelope freaked

"I'm sorry, but it's 90 degrees and you won't let us roll the windows down." Elena apologized with a small sigh

"Because then they don't go back up. And it's only a crime to leave children in a hot car if it's parked. I looked it up!" Penelope continued to rant

The car stopped and we all sighed as we sat in the middle of the street.

"Great. Okay, guys. You know the drill." Penelope spoke

We all held hands in prayer, while Penelope tried to fix the car the broken down car. She turned the key in the ignition and the engine started. We all cheered in happiness as the car began to more forward again.

"See? Mrs. Resnick's still got it." Penelope said

The engine sputtered one last time before it finally died out, with no chance of starting it up again.

"It's probably 20 minutes until the tow truck gets here. So, what should we do to pass them time?" Penelope asked after she'd called a company and let them know about where we were

She smirked before she started to play her music again. I sighed but ultimately let a smile take over my face when I realized that me and Alex were still holding hands from our prayer.. Maybe I do like my best friend, as much as I'd rather not admit.

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Later, we walked into the Alvarez apartment to find Lydia on the couch with a face mask on. I've used plenty of face masks before, so I wasn't to bothered to find the woman's face covered.

"Oh, hello." Lydia greeted

"What are you doing, Mami?" Penelope asked with a small laugh

"This is supposed to make your skin glow. It's called a shit mask." Lydia said

We all laughed at the way she pronounced it, while I took a seat in the arm chair besides the couch.

"Mami, 'sheet'. It's called a sheet mask." Penelope said, putting emphasis on the proper way to pronounce it

"That's what I said, shit." She repeated, finding no difference in the way we pronounced it vs the way she did

"So, would you say you are sheet-faced right now?" Elena joked

"Stop! Or the sheet will hit the fan." Penelope joined in

"You are back so late, I decided to have a little me time." Lydia commented

"Can you feel it working? Hey, guys." Schneider greeted, coming out from the kitchen wearing a similar mask.

His phone alarm went off, making me jump a bit. He took it out of his pocket, and smiled at the older woman on the couch.

"And we are 29 again." Schneider smiled as they took off their masks, "Where you guys been? And why didn't you text me?"

I knew his last question was pointed at me, so I gave him a small smile, "My phone died."

"Mrs. Resnick broke down again and had to be towed to the mechanic." Elena said, referring to the first question he had asked

"Hector's lookin at it now." Penelope said

"Oh, how is Hector? I feel like I haven't seen him in days." Lydia said

"Oh, papito. What happened to your pants?" Elena asked, smirking at the tear in Alex's pants

"I ripped them getting out of the trunk." Alex said, glaring at me as I laughed

"You keep him in the trunk now?" Lydia asked

"No, the doors got stuck again so we all had to climb out through the back." Penelope said

"It's terrible. Now the whole team calls me "Butt-Trunk Boy." Alex groaned

"They could've call you 'junk in the trunk.' It was right there." I added, still laughing at his accident

The cell phone rang and Penelope picked it up, letting us know it was Hector. Not wanting to bother myself with information about the car, I made my to the kitchen to get some food.

When I came back in, Penelope was in the middle of telling the story of her first date with their father.

"He even wrote our initials in a little heart in the bill. I still have it somewhere." She said, making me smile even though I hadn't heard the rest of the story

"Aw, you never take us to Malibu." Alex said

"That's what you got from that story?" I asked, popping some of the grapes I stole into my mouth

"Yeah, but the good news is you're getting a new car." Schneider said

"Oh, sure, I'll just have the butler pick it up." She sarcastically replied

"Oh, butlers work at the estate." Schneider said laughing, "Chauffeurs pick up the car."

"Lupe, if you need money for a car, I am here to help. I will teach dance again! It is a gift that I have withheld from the world far too long." Lydia declared with a large smile

"She taught me how to salsa. She was amazing." Schneider agreed

"I do it for the joy. You owe me $30." Lydia said, pointing at the tall man

"Okay, well, why don't we take public transportation and reduce our carbon footprint? It's the best way to save money, and besides, I don't want you to have to go into my college fund." Elena said

"College fund? You see that dish of change by the door? That's your college fund. Well, not the quarters, cause I need that for laundry." Penelope laughed

"Elena, mi niña, a family needs a car. In Cuba, my best memories are the long rides with my papi in a Chevy the size of this apartment. It was glorious. His beloved daughter on one side and on the other, his beloved bottle of rum." Lydia said

"That sounds dangerous." Alex commented

"No, no, no, no, we didn't have seatbelts back then. We would just roll out quick." Lydia insisted

"Well, I'm going to start taking public transportation, you know, to help atone for the environmental devastation that my ancestors and their gas guzzlers so cruelly left to this earth." Elena said

"Why does everything have to be a crusade that is also annoying?" Lydia asked

"Abuelita is right. We need a car, but we can't afford a car. Unless we get a crazy good deal, which means we're screwed, because... car salesman are scary." Penelope said

"But not to you. You were in the Army!" Alex said

"Yeah, you're always saying you're a badass." Elena agreed

"I am a badass! But I'm also kind of a scaredy cat, you know, because .... I never bought a car before, you know? That salesman is gonna see me coming a mile away. Then he's gonna do that thing where he talks to the guy. And then they're gonna day something about floor mats, and then blah blah blah, I wake up in an ice tub, because someone took my kidneys." Penelope said

I shut my eyes and zoned out the rest of their conversation.

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The next day, Schneider, Alex, and I all came back from Alex's baseball game. Again, I was dragged from ballet practice to the game, because Schneider insisted he needed moral support. Not for Alex, but himself.

"Mom, today was the best!" Alex grinned, slamming open the door

"Ooh!" Penelope cheered, noticing all of our happy expressions

"Everyone saw me in Schneider's Range Rover and thought I was a total pimp!" Alex laughed

I rolled my eyes at the boy's excitement. You'd think he'd be happy that they won the game, but he cared more for his bragging rights.

"Don't say pimp or you'll get grounded!" Penelope snapped

"Seriously, Mom. His car is amazing. The seats warm up. You wouldn't think you'd want a warm butt... but you totally do." Alex said

"It's all the best parts of peeing your pants without any wetness." Schneider said

"You should've seen Schneider. The other parents were obsessed." I said, finally joining in on their conversation

"Connie Merkelson told me she's never seen someone slice apples with such grace." Schneider said as me and Alex headed to his room.

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Schneider has fallen asleep after we finished watching a bunch of romantic comedies, so I decided to go see my friend. Knowing everyone else was probably asleep, I took Schneider's main key and quietly opened the door

"Alex!!" I whispered knocking on his door

"What?" He asked gently opening it, so I could come in

"Schneider fell asleep and.. I don't think that needs a further explanation." I said, taking a spot on the end of his bed

"That's not as bad as the signs that my Abuelita put around town." He said, shuddering at the memory

"Also, here's your sweatshirt back. I borrowed it that day you spilt food all over me, so here." I said handing him the grey hoodie

"Nah. Keep it. Looks better on you anyway." He smiled going back to the homework that sat on his desk

I blushed lightly at his comment, but brushed it off before composing myself once again

"Did your mom get a new car?" I asked, changing the subject

"Uh huh, it's no Range Rover but it's nice." He smiled

"Mhm." I said, flopping onto his bed, "Wake me up if I fall asleep."

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Yeet! Update! Also, what are some other shows you guys would like to see? I need ideas. 

#odaat #alex alvarez

[sirjustice177-blog]

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Kenyan home made weapons in the link below and more still hidden    

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like plants should not be crowded same to people as they ought not be in groups most times and in a city people should not be knowing each other like a family, hamper the well being and growth of that city as slow its progress. When plants are near they are choked by even the weeds that grows between them as they compete 4 nutrients same as human being maybe they now compete 4 words, get it straight dude, weed parable with Christ to bring out reality, never mind of another person shit unless u r hunger stricken which maybe u refute out of huge population which u listen not, that u should not give birth to many kids to revert the same.

Never get into others affair as when 1 is in custody in hell awaiting to either get to its fire or go to another area, they can speed up that judgement by killing u as u r witness to the person above and that’s precisely why u ought not to do the above, stay put alone but just consult with other in-case u understand not.

The glass or plastic coffin explained below which is somehow armored 4 grave safety measures can have a lock from inside as a padlock where, or a bolt as screw to be inserted from inside the coffin, when the corpse is inserted in its locked as u tell him/her to do the same, so the exhumers will destroy the casket to get to the body hampering a double win where they cant resell that casket as it will be broken for the mourners to see and question its credibility b4 returned and arrests made. Like shown in the post below

Now that u know how to make drones get to the earth fissures that leads to below the earth surface and knowing the bearing in mind like or bar kalare, detonate the pipes below that takes that water to the ocean or any inland USA property like CDC b4 the water loaded to trucks and sold to many nations to tame their people as USA does the same with those in custody or jail. Sell it yaself to get that extra money usa is making 4 free and improve ya lifestyle.

As kebi was giving it tomochanda he was saying these words when translated from English “Kawuona ang’eyi mabel mochanda, from today on-wards i have come to know ya good, nakujua vizuri dada, theli mit,ya pussy too juicy, sweet girl“ as he could not stop that cry of pleasure as if has over-cried 4 long now the voice lost.

Even in the bush, people have the same and it doesn’t hamper sexual pleasure, my ladies lest sometimes resort to this as desperate moments sometimes requires desperate measures as above 4 sweet escape/survival, so i feel ya inside as u feel my tendonous small manhood and not all that handicap but still working to the later, hitting dat thing, u never know, like never b4 girl. put ya belittlement down Girl!!!!

The electricity is cut off, i leave my tumblr on on many occasions, 1 i have just opened as described in following tumblr a./c of this a/c, they get to the right far bar with half a person image as click on settings to see how i have written the email and its truth the way i said or explained it to them but still rude, saying they want to shift the a/c or after i log off another a/c they want the password which even if i had written 1 i have not guessed as i have always done they will not manage to get into that a/c as i have explained in other following tumblr a/c of like sirjustice166. When they get it, they want my food, which they got much cash than me but send to Tz saying oil is their they will benefit they got to do that, while me challenging them oil has been overtaken by E-bikes and cars, when they hear that, kinda, it ought the invention to be theirs so they white men have mercy on them so they are allowed in influx to get to those nations than any other tribe to be of pride to them but same the very very things they want to have to pride themselves or be on top of others are now locally made, so they r torn apart not knowing what to do as much as Hindu, they never wanted to learn the same as u can see they got jealousy even with their own parent nation 4 situation just to be the way it has been, don’t want development as it crosses my mind, to hard to explain.

Like in the song link below, they do the same with their lion after letting him know not to grab u immediately but after some distance in moonlight nigh 4 God to see to erase that case that it was ya own making, then they let u know if u eat the smoked heart of a ram u dont grow bald no-matter what so if they release ya u tell people of the good side so at judgement they escape hell fire. They tie u loose when they know of the moonlight or Mr Hindu men do the same as they know ya escape mind out of frustrating ya described below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWcdVoJ6eho

Many people as high population the speed at which the earth meets the end signs and vice versa so majority champion the same so many die to hamper judgement as the jail cell will be crowded, some are placed in custody until the case upon them the people who were involved with them die to be witnesses and God dont judge people on simple/separate little mistakes but on gross misconducts as he knows we are futile as a father understands a kid. So think twice of huge population is u fear the above or up-to it so u get by bro

Germans have taken inventory of their impure population of white with other genes maybe of awkward ways so wanna take them to other nation in trying to create another war, just like with Angola and ww2 migration to Usa as take these black people to USA or via the online cash cheats them a nation like Kenya now got oil and its better while not so in times futurity their kids becomes the laughing stock and some go to Germany from many nations waiting 4 the same. Mfalme wa yawhodi with Jesus to bring out reality dude- fuck that kebi insinuates.

A long time how saucer function,it had 2 engines that could alternate and a room where they could make artificial gasoline by pouring a little on much water in the dark container and boomed formed 4 the next engine as well as artificial food to feed the people inside and thats all about the curfew to make such and place in investments that atrophies not like with e-taxi drones, cabs or buses.

America surpassed Eu in production cause where eating The negro flesh as corpse that the lie the Germans are telling Africans to believe, yet in like Nigeria Innoson or Ghana Kankata car company they have made more original but they aint partake corpse so its a lie to change ya strategy. So they want Negros to be here or get to the USA to eat the above corpse to open up their minds to come up with gadgets and that’s why Germans still deluding Africans that they want to create another war to get to USA to still eat the same or if the Negros finds themselves here in Kenya or Africa wanna get to those nations to still eat the same as their gadgets wear out faster so they r looking 4 durable way to their products and its only found in the above even with Hindu wanting to get to USA to form part of the groups that eats the exhumed flesh of old American freedom fighters like malcom X and Mlk and renowned scientists like Albert Einstein and Edison or the writers like Ralph Emerson and the presidents and thats the lie dude, which if removed USA ends, as wanting to get to it no-matter what like with the Hindu.

The devil can even place a song on a cd or flash disk with ya own coded voice, a song out of blues or an already existing 1, if u ask him as the song in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=john+legend+all+of+me

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=my+own+strength+whitney+houston+

If 90 % of Hindu knows how to make gadgets as explained in following tumblr a/c of this a/c then their will be no business in India or Colombia as they will make 4 themselves and even be lazy in other works as will sell cheaply to other people or household they know in other nations even friends on social media but 4 the better to us. 1 area they can take such materials to make those gadgets and should be blocked is in old clothes, saw dust, husks, chaff and scrap-metal which aint bought but are waste, the government their4 should control such wastes not given to individuals to hamper the above. People who make such many are of shallow minded and to be known can resort to any negativity like sponsoring kidnapping and hooliganism in the society thinking u r competing them.

The grave transparent glass can have a wiper on the below to connect to ya portable removable battery that the light and camera eye uses to clean the glass 4 visibility as it can develop mist to hamper the casket view period dude like in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dA0BIuIzJgM

Now u have blocked all the loopholes to corpse eating and many killings which many know not, so can kidnap ya, where their is a lion, to frustrate ya to escape 4 the lion to eat ya to be a scape goat that u could not wait to be released, its not them but ya mistake as u did not know that that women u wanted was gonna change ya while the antidote its even sour drinks like soda they ought to have tought people in school ya excuse if they do the above, still they get to hell of kidnapping ya, think u will escape dude, then the remaining flesh on bones they make much in dark and eat but many have eaten ng’ang’a bird which makes the lion not to eat ya as in human, even good food with traces of human feces u eat not, the same scenario, if u have eaten the above they look 4 others ways to ambush ya than kidnapping as hitting u on the road with a car etc dude

Aibu kubwa sana sana, as shame they feel now as the invention aint theirs they thought they will come 1st with, their pride long gone, what they thought of u aint not as they lovers of life have to sides of good life and survival even more than them as they thought opposite in Negros they will manipulate, to kill ya tantamount to absolute nothing as u don’t want to be rich as well as the cash they did not want u to have u now don’t and  want but ready to give it to them and as they thought corpse will liberate their minds as many Eu nations has told them to make gadgets aint the truth and all their life long ll gimmicks now blocked like exhuming caskets and selling stolen attires brought from the USA as explained below like in this song below

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=chameleone+ft+professor+jay+

They used to bring u bad breath to upset ya if ya mouth smell not, now is solved with Nyamau fresh mouth herb,now they have looked 4 another 1, they bring ya black lips that if u realize they say u hate such which has been solved as u can buy 4 deceased people like those involved in road carnage or say u hate women with big body or no-shape, its my life dude,if i love pretty women provided i respect ya of the above traits or i don’t cross ya path, or with red eye people or many disability index, they don’t stop, until another nation created or they are all killed,king of the jew to bring out reality.

Like in the link below u can give the dead person the machine in the link below to make many holes on his casket once he has been buried to hamper the explained below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9S1pToPaQA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBZexRXtRdc

They monitor ya ways at day time like going to chain-store to get a glimpse of ya spending habit which if u don’t go during the day like with outside toilet, they want to know if u get to the chain-store at night to ambush u not immediately but after long even kidnapping and stealing from ya and that’s their plan to wear u down to resort to doing ya activities at night b4 they do the described above.

N/B, The hand of the corpse in any casket with the above explained ways can be tied like with student bag ties to avoid the corpse getting out the casket and alternating the casket position that will later hamper its view from above as explained above, this a measure to add more security to hamper grave exhuming dude not just empty words.

Another way to bury people nicely is in transparent armored glass coffin as opposed to normal caskets, where the place the corpse gets into it is like 30 cm long horizontally while vertically depends with the corpse size and shape where the lid that closes that same holes that runs like casino inserted on the shoe glass aint removable as it has two folding not 1 as in the link below, while 4 free circulation of air inside the same casket holes are made to do the same. The corpse with the casket can be taken back to a dark area with people who makes such now to make the sliding window that allows corpse to be placed inside the casket and removed 2 be twice that can be rolled and fixed, which even if u exhume the grave i will be hard to get the corpse alone but with the casket altogether as the only option or u will fear as u will be cought cutting the armored glass to take the above, cause cutting the same aint easy dude like song link below or just making the same explained casket to cover the corpse like gadgets are made as explained below, where the corpse is wrapped with polythene bag then placed in a container full of iced water, where photo of the above casket placed inside with the corpse then u tell the Devil to do the same as enclose the corpse inside the glass enclosure like with oppo phone then after the above process the corpses with suit covered with the same polythene bag not 4 the water to get into it tear the polythene bag to get it out via the holes made within the casket as ventilation, then their will be no casket stealing even if the above measures aint adhered to unless they are up to taking corpses 4 their own selfish usage

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=it%27s+not+that+easy+lemar+

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kWYvLou3q4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opIDqu5t85c

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+oppo+noscrew+phones&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjM2cDyobDpAhXP_4UKHcgDARoQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=images+of+oppo+noscrew+phones&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DEIFi3QGCfS2gAcAB4AIABpAKIAYoPkgEDMi04mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=xJq7XsznG8__lwTIh4TQAQ&client=ms-google-coop

https://indiahikes.com/understanding-the-parts-of-a-backpack/

https://www.google.com/search?q=different+types+of+coffin+opening+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwj7-pmw3LDpAhXI4YUKHRW3Cr8Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=different+types+of+coffin+opening+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DJvwFYuNEBYLjaAWgAcAB4AIAB2waIAbEekgELMi0zLjEuMS4xLjKYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=F9i7XruTBsjDlwSV7qr4Cw&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=YwVD0pC08WRABM

They though African nations will not learn automation, so will bring their own here to create a huge population where they have known how to make china bikes and japanis cars, make secretly here in Africa and give to their own to remit money back home to keep the pride of their cities as their economy have shrink due to the fact above but with China at that time and when ill-gotten online cash placed removed and money place online and another they have known how to make the local currency, so just do the same and send back to their nation or sell the cloths and caskets as explained above and control scrap metal business which has huge returns, buy big houses or premises place internet in 1 line and extend it to many to reap huge as well and send money back home all all explained in following tumblr a/c of sirjustice166 as displayed. If u never know thats the trick with prostitution organized in like in agency, they cant just came as much as fish with drone at E-Africa lakes and sell to Eu or America via the underground fissure or illegal plucking of tea and coffee at night by buying plots adjacent to those areas, starting up like sugar cane factory and water bottling companies which never atrophies easily

No fuel Generator kinda makes ya bald when placed down as should be placed up like on ceilings or on roof tops and that’s the short coming dude.

Making an e-bicycle using the e-power saw pictured in the links below, be pro-active dude not always going 4 ready made

Keyneth orain innovation, like their aint no change of gear like gear 1, 2 or 5 that disturbs ya while driving with the technology below which many car makers or motorbike company can employ period dude                

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2597715893778308&set=gm.2945032372254356&type=3&theater                                      

Shop online at wish in the below link, buy ya machines cheap here at affordable rates                                              

https://www.wish.com/search/grinder

Most other countries cars with brown leather seats are Ugandan made, u just take a small piece of spare-part like alternator, fuel pump or bolt and nuts, place in sewer water, dough, saw dust, chaff, cereal, fruit etc and in the dark hurl cold water upon the above using a syringe or spit saliva and boom such gadgets are formed, those countries aint bothered cause if they do so, what is home made and in store will be displayed like with Innoson motors and that will rob them their dignities and 2, they aren’t bothered cause they got an online source they withdraw from, so aint a pinch to them. Like in the link below dude

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=cars+with+brown+leather+seats&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjivLz7y63pAhUh5OAKHZnuA6oQsAR6BAgLEAE&biw=1024&bih=635

The water at Bar kalare, got that side effect of making people insane or taming people cause its the exact sport where Samson wrestled with the Simba as the lion, so they blood and the rotten flesh got spirit that mixed with the soil to form that effect same with the Lot wife saga where she looked behind and turned into salt at the present downtown Go-down in Wichita, Ks, Christ has 4seen the location prior in his Sheep and goat parable that made he arrested at night at the Gethsemane Gardens presently now Kisumu City lolwe estate

A new technology to bar casket from being stolen as well as corpse and its attires, better the later be stolen than the former cause perpetuate more character of survival in lazy youths and those who got Mr Big man syndrome as the later is eaten and the attires rather cheap that cant fund their weird acts. Like with armored thick glass u place on grave tops to replace the cement slabs but not to be seed on top as conspicuous in Africa, then use the new technology to gage battery power to view the inside of the grave, it can be a binocular technology employed or the mouth of a camera as the eye placed inside with connecting socket placed outside so with ya camera and with ya like 12 DC battery manage to see if the grave was exhumed as the casket still intact. When the eye of the camera placed inside, as well a bulb to illuminate the same place inside like led flash light with many eyes as bulbs as it has longer life span not to disappoint ya that its just dark so the inside cant be viewed lest its exhumed again which its expensive and not of good posture like in the links below dude, kebi daub it has bread my hair song technology,or it can be open from above like the song below but the glass painted with left round circles like 3 of 15 cm in radius to view the same and cement proof the grave aint yet exhumed as the coffin is intact dude

https://www.autobutler.co.uk/how-to/cheap-car-batteries

https://www.google.com/search?q=makomen+resignation+kenyan+news&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwi9m5HCzq3pAhUU8IUKHVloDyAQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=makomen+resignation+kenyan+news&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CzE1i_JWDLJ2gAcAB4AIABjQKIAZEVkgEEMi0xMpgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=5za6Xv2LGJTglwTZ0L2AAg&bih=635&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop

https://www.google.com/search?q=led+security+lighting+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiJo_fr0K3pAhWygHMKHRhJB7gQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=led+security+lighting+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoCCAA6BAgAEEM6BAgAEBg6BAgAEB5Q4R1Y6Ttg-D1oAHAAeACAAc0DiAGEIJIBCDItMTAuMi4ymAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=Vzm6XsmbOLKBzgOYkp3ACw&bih=635&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop#imgrc=IaN3XZgEWESXvM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flABZXwddMg

Mukomeni has read all kebi post and resigned, as he has given solid reasons that Kenya aint rich than the nations u compare it to, and if u r forcing then say how Kenya is rich with ya own explanation like his. Give it up dude

https://www.google.com/search?q=makomen+resignation+kenyan+news&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwi9m5HCzq3pAhUU8IUKHVloDyAQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=makomen+resignation+kenyan+news&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CzE1i_JWDLJ2gAcAB4AIABjQKIAZEVkgEEMi0xMpgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=5za6Xv2LGJTglwTZ0L2AAg&bih=635&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop

I hate seeing this cheap or expensive and with few rather be with many and affordable under plan and that’s me. My friends i have to submit to u, to be forced to say something of a handicap to ya this morning friends, i would that i could be with u in person so that i could tell ya face to face what am forced to say to ya in writing, oh how i wish u could understand me, hell fire is real and their is no game about it or bet on it dude. Truth and no kidding dude, so streamline yaself to these truths bro. Rather expensive, u got it but a heavy load on u of repayment. It doesn’t hurt ya seeing people with such as it pinch them as well to cement this truth “The rich also cries“

K-jones knows well the song he has been give so want to catch the negro as well if they will say so as if they say so then with theirs the well articulate ones like with 2pac, Minaj Gyptian song, John Legend as well were given to liberate the mind of people from such want to be known syndrome and place our minds at per or equilibrium.

Politicians are thieves to be rich as dirty games of taking loans, giving wrong people certificate at a fee and campaigning 4 them to give u a big percentage of their home take monthly and that’s why Kenyan Mps hikes their pay to qualify 4 big loan amounts but with me an engineer, i can be rich without looking or beg 4 mercy from people to give me that post b4 i do the dirty game above to steel to be rich. So spare me as money is what we want and i can make it myself or give me that post and u learn a lesson of a lifetime as usiku wa kuamukia, the next morning as explained in other tumblr a/c following this 1.

When laughter engulfs ya after a short windfall, just smiles on ya face, its too bad dude, kinda, people see ya as belittling others while not, maybe ya mind is changed 4 another being of that character, buy liquor store in ya house and take like in 1 mouth drink b4 u leave ya house and maybe as lunchtimes to eradicate that feeling bro, or let crime find ya and taken to jail as being jailed alone removes it, it usually attracts jailing dude, no kidding bro!!!

motherfucker, u will control ya wotaz as well as America and sanctions u will impose on ya own citizens or will tantamount to war, Africa has just hidden her machinery but have it in mind i have finished oil totally with supplied electricity, cooking gas and those jobs as explained in my tumblr a/c sirjustice166. Get it clear, gone were the days u controlled us with silly phrases like of jealousy we still thevelop, now say it again, as well as foreign decoder as pay tv with local ones.

come to my presence with ya dire stupidity, if that money specified on sirjustice158 tumblr a/c is withdrawn by me cause at dat time i will be in a possession of a gun.

Now talk anyhow Mr Russia of big booty women knowing nothing but my dick, we still develop, u stupid and silly see my tumblr a/c sirjustice158 i have sent to every country 1 of the footballer in in national team either in Facebook or Instagram, check their walls. we still thevelop talking rudely, motherfucker, Bulchit they sell after stealing from houses in USA or Eu bring them to tropics using underneath drones reaping huge super-normal profits, write on every gadget in USA chain-stores like Walmart and Dillon made in USA or inscribe stericks/stars like on spoons, kitchen wears, thongs or panties and chairs that find their way to Africa destroying local business or production

Dry-cell powered generator in the link below where kebi got the idea from b4 posting it in his Facebook, beware dude

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=drycel+powered+generator&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiBmqCJuK7pAhWOGBQKHcfQAOoQsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

The not painted surface on the armored glass explained above can even be 1 b4 such tablet in the link below is placed on it to cover it, as the city can have grave checking day to check the written above if still the casket and the body intact, many people do it, if found then u r compensated b4 the stone is returned to cover the transparent part again. Worker and vineyard parable to cement de truth

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1689444621195624&set=gm.2662540390647819&type=3&theater

Buy Trinidad and Tobago smartphone in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=bmobile+from+which+country

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=bmobile+smartphone+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjF2-vWuq7pAhUMahQKHYxkBgAQsAR6BAgIEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Kplc Kenya fuel less generator in the link below

https://opera.news/ng/en/technology/96aaa8268868e252f14262262c88720d?news_entry_id=t19f22e83200509en_ng

https://opera.news/ng/en/technology/06128fd06aae222bbded040ba58c8cff?news_entry_id=s4e70b4bf200318en_ng

Buy rickshaw stop many words, be a man of few words

https://www.google.com/search?q=kenya+made+electric+car+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjvxq76vK7pAhVFKxoKHa2aAyIQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=kenya+made+electric+car+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoECAAQQzoCCAA6BggAEAgQHjoECAAQGFCg9x1YhMUeYKHKHmgBcAB4AIABqwKIAaUvkgEGMC41LjIymAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=taq6Xq-YDcXWaK21jpAC&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=PxnsBRliAcvKtM

https://globalsinotech.en.alibaba.com/product/62186398057-805841529/SINOTECH_2019_cheap_electric_rickshaw_4_passenger_solar_electric_tricycle_India_bajaj_tuk_tuk_for_sale_in_kenya_made_in_china.html

This song link adds reality to the sex photo above

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lf34-oK0kIU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAnXIIv5He8

Another Ugandan makes his own Aeroplane and military vehicle in the below link

https://techjaja.com/another-ugandan-man-makes-his-own-aeroplane/

https://www.google.com/search?sxsrf=ALeKk01tlPBd4dah-lUG6wn2VHnn7J6yyA:1589370097077&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=uganda+made+military+vehicle&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwit3rWA4bDpAhU3AWMBHSlPBM0QsAR6BAgFEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

https://www.google.com/search?sxsrf=ALeKk036R0AJgBznx8LzcLeLdfeUf4EmxQ:1589370282510&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=uganda+nyoka+made+military+vehicle+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjzzuvY4bDpAhUIcBQKHWAVBnEQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Kenya made mamba mk5 military vehicle image in the link below

http://nairobiwire.com/2012/11/kenya-to-manufacture-its-own-armoured.html

Message to USA, when we got the long drone type i.e cylindrical of a half a meter or just 1 meter like in vin diesel movie b4 he gets into the van to close the door to escape while it detonates then u aint a bother to us, only that as we know how to make guns with bullets, grenade launchers etc like with Nigeria military vehicle, we can replenish our worn out bullet in terms of war as opposed to long when Africa bought the same and that could be ya target b4 u finish such armies as sink the ships or bring down the planes that supply the same and artificial and canned food now Africans know how to make, so no hunger we are at par bro, we counteract your big missile with the small 1. The end signs dude of USA, control ya own waters even Russia, just like one with a grenade can kill 1 with a gun and vice versa or all kill each other after heavy bleeding on 1 when their is no quick medical medical response yet a grenade launcher is strong than a gun, same with Usa and with any other nation previously deem 3rd world with like Nigeria, Ghana, Kenya, Pakistan, Bangladesh etc and question is they now have know to make gadgets which you were selling to them, so u r furious of lost customers, dude we wanna know now where u r getting ya money to be no 1 economy as proclaimed b4, ya economy must slim a twofold 4 truth to ascertain if not then getting money online, you stupid braggart and con-men who want defeat not and now wants war. Those big ships r just 4 pride as other nations fears ya but the chiefest is that missile in vin diesel 2015 movie

With E-motorbikes getting cheap as low as $ 200, then their is no need to stay put in a small city, get to a city now that u take long on ya journey to CBD But the problem only arises when they tires, batteries and bearings are old to replace, so got to save not to be stagnant as synonymous with people shoes and wears. Like in the link below

https://www.alibaba.com/premium/Electric+Bicycle.html?XPJAX=0&product_id=60605009081&tagId=60605009081&pcate=1221&cid=1221&src=cpm_fb&ver=76w_20190529&account=DPA&campaign_id=6114792212116&campaign=mc_pc_pclp&ad_set_id=6114792213716&ad_set=pc_mc_completenewpclp&source=fb&placement=Facebook_Desktop_Feed&ad=mc_pc_newpclp_frame&fbclid=IwAR1CVNcivaYzBv5Be10jumVGuG2FUVrCGo7ZFW5JXMbW5Mu32LQ6Ib4YbFY

China super car in the link below goes 4 as low as $ 5000 which in Kenya is KHS 500,000 and in Nigeria is N 1000,000, cheap cheap dude like a white woman, Italy speaks now

https://www.autoevolution.com/news/man-from-china-build-electric-supercar-for-5000-97882.html

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=qiantu+k50+images&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjqmrK647LpAhVR8eAKHQsJBhUQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=635#imgrc=B5sVUdxS22EU-M

Freeview Malaysia pay tv link  and nex smartphone  as well as Thailand and Filipino smartphone 

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=freeview+decorder+fromwhichcountry

https://www.malaymail.com/news/tech-gadgets/2019/10/09/malaysias-first-5g-smartphone-is-launching-next-week/1798577

https://www.bangkokpost.com/media/multimedia/mp3/tabletsinthailand.mp3

https://vulcanpost.com/626025/5-filipino-mobile-phone-brands/

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3 words that describe...

Your personality: (A bit) aloof, sensitive, and shy.

Your friends: Loud, laidback, cheeky.

Your family: Emotionally distant, (mostly) religious. I’m cheating so much on this looooool.

Your life: Right now? Put on hold. Thanks, coronavirus.

Your current mood: Hungry, and irritated eyes.

Your dreams/goals in life: Ok three words will be too short for this so I’ll just enumerate three whole phrases: I’d like to have a job that pays well, get a house that doesn’t have to be huge, but it has to come with features I’ve always wanted like cove lights and a yard for the kids and dog to play in, and get settled.

Your partner/boyfriend/girlfriend (if you have one): Funny, intelligent, courageous.

The person you last talked to: Brave, considerate, responsible.

The room that you are currently in: Comfortable, well-lit, homey.

The world in your perspective: Many stupid humans.

Yes/No questions...

Are you creative? Absolutely not. I like doing the logical/rational side of things... I let others take care of creative aspects, if they have to be present.

Do you like spending a sunny day outdoors? NO, unless I’m at the beach then sunny is the only way to go. Otherwise I’d rather be indoors or somewhere air-conditioned thx.

Do you get upset easily or over the littlest things? I can be. It’s usually when I’m already stressed/antsy enough, or if I’m on my period.

Do you dislike any of the people in charge of you (i.e: teachers, bosses)? I don’t particularly dislike my prof in my Rizal course but he sure teaches like he doesn’t want to be there. I just haven’t been getting the enthusiasm off of him, and that’s really important to me when it comes to being interested in my subjects. Oh but my PE coach this sem is a bitch - one time I forgot to wear the shirt color she demands us to follow and she ignored me for the entire period. Quickest way to make me feel shitty. So yeah. Probably her.

Do you like to read books/magazines/newspapers? I like books only if they’re non-fiction. I...don’t really read magazines anymore, and I kinda have to check into newspapers from time to time because I take up journalism.

Are you family-oriented? Towards my girlfriend’s family, yeah. I don’t really care about being family-oriented for my own.

Have you ever been friends with someone in the past out of sympathy? Yeah, this girl named MJ in Grade 7. She was a new-ish student then and no one was approaching her, so Gab and I tried to befriend her for a time. Didn’t really pan out that well - we just didn’t mesh - so we stopped talking not long after.

Do/did you ever get nervous around people you are/were crushing on? I still do.

Do you believe in global warming? Duh.

Are you happy with the way society/the world in general is? I’m typically pessimistic when it comes to people, so no not really. I just feel like the bad news always overweigh the good these days - and while good news can serve as rays of sunshine sometimes, I’d rather face reality than live in my own bubble and choose to be oblivious to all the shitstorms happening around me.

Do you ever question your own religion/beliefs? I did, as early as when I was 10. The Bible just didn’t make sense to me to my frustration, and I’ve always felt disgusted with my school guilt-tripping us to be good people because a man got crowned with thorns and nailed to a giant cross. I figured I can be good simply because I choose to, so I let go of my Catholic roots quickly after. Having no friends that time surely forced me to think hahahahahahaha jk 1/2

This/That...

Do you prefer today's trends/styles, or ones from the past? Both have awesome stuff, there’s no need to pick. I’m really into the mom jeans of the 90s, but I also like the yellow trend that’s been going on recently.

Being too cold or too hot? I’d rather be shivering but be comforted with a thick blanket, than sweat bullets and have absolutely no way to cool myself down.

Uploading music to your iPod, or buying CDs? Depends. I used to buy the CDs of my favorite artists then just download the other music I’m not as passionate about.

Fruits or vegitables? VEGETABLESSSSSSSSSSSS. I hate fruits.

Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate, for the most part. Vanilla tastes like nothing to me. Baseball or football? I don’t watch either and I probably won’t enjoy either either lmao, but I have a bias towards football because my girlfriend’s sisters play the sport. The mall with a bunch of little stores, or one single, big store? Malls kinda work differently here... they’re all one big building with a bunch of restaurants, clothing shops, sports shops, novelty stores, etc. Rap music or rock and roll? Not a big fan of either but I’d go with rock and roll I guess. I like some rap but none of them make me feel things, which rock can sometimes do for me. Roller skates or roller blades? I owned a pair of roller blades when I was 10 and had fun memories with it even though I never did learn how to do it properly. Horror movies that give you nightmares, or romance that makes you vomit? Horror for sure. I don’t even like romance-only movies; they have to be laced with a lot of comedy in between for me to enjoy them. Making more friends or making more money? Making more money sorry LMAOOOOOO Living it up and being stupid, or being safe and never pay the price? I’d always rather be safe. I hate getting reprimanded or caught doing something bad or being punished. Doing more of the talking, or more of the listening in a conversation? Listening, please. I don’t like having the attention on me for too long. Giving or receiving? Giving I guess? I always have a pretty good sense of what my loved ones need, and it’s always nice to see how good they feel when I give it to them. Cats or dogs? Dogs. Playing on the swingsets or the slides (as a kid)? Swings. I was traumatized by one slide when I was 6 because it was apparently blistering hot when I slid down from it, and it almost burned my butt off lmao.

Would you rather...

Bolding these because I’m lazy.

Live off of just food for 2 days, or just beverage for 2 days?

Tell a lie and be believable, or tell the truth and still be blamed?

Die at 65 with the love of your life, or live to 85 being single?

Fart and be heard from far away or fart and be smelled from far away?

Be tickled for an hour straight or be woken up by a bucket of cold water?

Have a cabel snap while bunjee jumping or have the bar go up on a coaster?

Have a deadly plague or a nuclear bomb hit your country? (Don't get ideas!) < This is a sick question to ask these days lol. I’m not answering.

Lick a frozen telephone pole or stick your hand in dry ice? Be rejected by your favorite celebrity or by someone you secretly admire? Give up your favorite food for eternity or eat a bowl of dead spiders? Make a lot of money at a job you hate or little money at a job you love? Jump off a bridge or from a moving car? < Another sick question.

Favorites...

Color(s): Pink, sky blue, off-white.

Song(s): I don’t have one at the moment. I haven’t listened to any music in a while, save for lo-fi.

Artist(s): Beyoncé if we’re talking solo, Paramore if you mean bands.

Music genre: I don’t have a favorite one; my taste is pretty scattered.

Movie: Two for the Road or Good Will Hunting

TV show: Breaking Bad, Friends, BoJack Horseman, Queer Eye

Actor and actress: Gregory Peck; Audrey Hepburn or Kristen Stewart

Movie/TV genre: Romantic comedy or drama lmao, I’m a sappy bitch. Suspense and psychological horror are also cool.

Restarant: Yabu, Mendokoro Ramenba, or Silantro

Food: Sushi

Dessert: Macarons

Hobby: Going to museums! Or reading about the history of anything.

Activity to do out of boredom: Scroll my social media feeds orrrrrr do surveys, or watch cooking videos on YouTube heh.

Type of weather: Bleak, rainy, and chilly.

Book: I don’t have a favorite.

Subject in school: History

Item that you own: My car hahahaha

Pastime: Eating out and window shopping. Maybe I’m just saying these because I haven’t been to a mall in a while :/

Site: Palawan

Tourist attraction: I’ve always wanted to go to those towers that lets you go to the top floor and the floor is just literal glass. If I’m gonna be a tourist-y tourist, that’s the first place I’d go to haha.

Random questions in your own words...

If you could have any desired superpower, what would it be?

The history nerd in me would take up time travel in an instant. And I won’t even be using it as a superpower lmao, it’d be like a research pastime for me.

What would be your dream job?

If I wasn’t such an introvert and if I were a lot better in handling crowds, I really would have wanted to be a pro wrestler.

Descibe your dream date:

Museum in the day, cute dinner at night.

What was the best day of your life like?

I don’t know if that has happened yet.

What was the worst day of your life like?

So far my worst day was when I wasn’t accepted into my school paper in high school and I spent like 18 hours crying my eyes out. I liked writing and was accepted for my portfolio, but people thought I was too shy to fit the group’s dynamic and ended up getting booted. There are quiet writers too, assholes.

If you ever have kids one day, what you you name them?

Too early for this lol I’ve only had name picked out - Olivia.

What's one thing that will bring you out of your worst mood no matter what?

My dog. FOR SURE.

Who's the most annoying person you've ever encountered?

Jem, someone from my college who thinks she’s close with me but I really do not like her at all.

If you could grow up to be like anybody, who would it be?

I don’t believe in having role models. I just want to be the best version of myself.

If you could change something about yourself, what would it be?

My mental health could be mental healthier.

What's your favorite inspirational/famous quote? I don’t depend on these either. Describe your dream ice cream sundae (unlimited toppings): Meh, I don’t like sundaes. Just scoops would be fine with me. What comes to mind first when you think of your favorite color? I have no idea why this is what I remember, but it was the day I went shopping for school supplies and got myself a pink clipboard, pink pencil case, pink expander, and pink highlighters. I think it’s because it was that day where I had to acknowledge that pink was in fact, unironically, my favorite color HAHAHA What's something in your life that you once hated but came to like? ^ The color pink. And chicken curry. What's something in your life that you once liked but came to hate? Cooked salmon. There was one phase my mom made it almost everyday and I just got sick of it. I refuse to eat salmon to this day unless it’s sashimi or in sushi. If you could stop any chaos/problem in our world today, what would it be? This fucking pandemic. 2020 CAN’T CONTINUE BECAUSE OF YOU. What would be the best way to die, in your opinion? Peacefully, in sleep, with no pain. What would be the worst way to die? Falling off a cliff (or anywhere high) and landing on a boulder EUGH I cringe at it. Also getting impaled. AND plane crashes. If you could give your room a free makeover, what would you do to it? I’d make it look spacier by moving the bed to the wall so there’s a lot of free space in the middle. I’d also add a desk, work chair, and a lamp so I can study there. If you could have an unlimited amount of anything, what would it be? The number of years my dog would live. What's one thing that you like that would probably surprise your friends? They know I like punk rock in general but I haven’t shared any of the music with them. It would definitely surprise them. Out of everything in the world, what holds the most meaning to you? Stability.

#survey #surveys

[sirjustice175-blog]

Deaf ear dude

like plants should not be crowded same to people as they ought not be in groups most times and in a city people should not be knowing each other like a family, hamper the well being and growth of that city as slow its progress. When plants are near they are choked by even the weeds that grows between them as they compete 4 nutrients same as human being maybe they now compete 4 words, get it straight dude, weed parable with Christ to bring out reality, never mind of another person shit unless u r hunger stricken which maybe u refute out of huge population which u listen not, that u should not give birth to many kids to revert the same.

Never get into others affair as when 1 is in custody in hell awaiting to either get to its fire or go to another area, they can speed up that judgement by killing u as u r witness to the person above and that's precisely why u ought not to do the above, stay put alone but just consult with other in-case u understand not.

The glass or plastic coffin explained below which is somehow armored 4 grave safety measures can have a lock from inside as a padlock where, when the corpse is inserted in its locked as u tell him/her to do the same, so the exhumers will destroy the casket to get to the body hampering a double win where they cant resell that casket as it will be broken for the mourners to see and question its credibility b4 returned and arrests made.

Now that u know how to make drones get to the earth fissures that leads to below the earth surface and knowing the bearing in mind like or bar kalare, detonate the pipes below that takes that water to the ocean or any inland USA property like CDC b4 the water loaded to trucks and sold to many nations to tame their people as USA does the same with those in custody or jail. Sell it yaself to get that extra money usa is making 4 free and improve ya lifestyle.

 As kebi was giving it tomochanda he was saying these words when translated from English “Kawuona ang’eyi mabel mochanda, from today on-wards i have come to know ya good, nakujua vizuri dada, theli mit,ya pussy too juicy, sweet girl“ as he could not stop that cry of pleasure as if has over-cried 4 long now the voice lost.

Even in the bush, people have the same and it doesn't hamper sexual pleasure, my ladies lest sometimes resort to this as desperate moments sometimes requires desperate measures as above 4 sweet escape/survival, so i feel ya inside as u feel my tendonous small manhood and not all that handicap but still working to the later, hitting dat thing, u never know, like never b4 girl. put ya belittlement down Girl!!!!

The electricity is cut off, i leave my tumblr on on many occasions, 1 i have just opened as described in following tumblr a./c of this a/c, they get to the right far bar with half a person image as click on settings to see how i have written the email and its truth the way i said or explained it to them but still rude, saying they want to shift the a/c or after i log off another a/c they want the password which even if i had written 1 i have not guessed as i have always done they will not manage to get into that a/c as i have explained in other following tumblr a/c of like sirjustice166. When they get it, they want my food, which they got much cash than me but send to Tz saying oil is their they will benefit they got to do that, while me challenging them oil has been overtaken by E-bikes and cars, when they hear that, kinda, it ought the invention to be theirs so they white men have mercy on them so they are allowed in influx to get to those nations than any other tribe to be of pride to them but same the very very things they want to have to pride themselves or be on top of others are now locally made, so they r torn apart not knowing what to do as much as Hindu, they never wanted to learn the same as u can see they got jealousy even with their own parent nation 4 situation just to be the way it has been, don't want development as it crosses my mind, to hard to explain.

Like in the song link below, they do the same with their lion after letting him know not to grab u immediately but after some distance in moonlight nigh 4 God to see to erase that case that it was ya own making, then they let u know if u eat the smoked heart of a ram u dont grow bald no-matter what so if they release ya u tell people of the good side so at judgement they escape hell fire. They tie u loose when they know of the moonlight or Mr Hindu men do the same as they know ya escape mind out of frustrating ya described below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWcdVoJ6eho

Many people as high population the speed at which the earth meets the end signs and vice versa so majority champion the same so many die to hamper judgement as the jail cell will be crowded, some are placed in custody until the case upon them the people who were involved with them die to be witnesses and God dont judge people on simple/separate little mistakes but on gross misconducts as he knows we are futile as a father understands a kid. So think twice of huge population is u fear the above or up-to it so u get by bro

Germans have taken inventory of their impure population of white with other genes maybe of awkward ways so wanna take them to other nation in trying to create another war, just like with Angola and ww2 migration to Usa as take these black people to USA or via the online cash cheats them a nation like Kenya now got oil and its better while not so in times futurity their kids becomes the laughing stock and some go to Germany from many nations waiting 4 the same. Mfalme wa yawhodi with Jesus to bring out reality dude- fuck that kebi insinuates.

A long time how saucer function,it had 2 engines that could alternate and a room where they could make artificial gasoline by pouring a little on much water in the dark container and boomed formed 4 the next engine as well as artificial food to feed the people inside and thats all about the curfew to make such and place in investments that atrophies not like with e-taxi drones, cabs or buses.

America surpassed Eu in production cause where eating The negro flesh as corpse that the lie the Germans are telling Africans to believe, yet in like Nigeria Innoson or Ghana Kankata car company they have made more original but they aint partake corpse so its a lie to change ya strategy. So they want Negros to be here or get to the USA to eat the above corpse to open up their minds to come up with gadgets and that’s why Germans still deluding Africans that they want to create another war to get to USA to still eat the same or if the Negros finds themselves here in Kenya or Africa wanna get to those nations to still eat the same as their gadgets wear out faster so they r looking 4 durable way to their products and its only found in the above even with Hindu wanting to get to USA to form part of the groups that eats the exhumed flesh of old American freedom fighters like malcom X and Mlk and renowned scientists like Albert Einstein and Edison or the writers like Ralph Emerson and the presidents and thats the lie dude, which if removed USA ends, as wanting to get to it no-matter what like with the Hindu.

The devil can even place a song on a cd or flash disk with ya own coded voice, a song out of blues or an already existing 1, if u ask him as the song in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=john+legend+all+of+me

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=my+own+strength+whitney+houston+

If 90 % of Hindu knows how to make gadgets as explained in following tumblr a/c of this a/c then their will be no business in India or Colombia as they will make 4 themselves and even be lazy in other works as will sell cheaply to other people or household they know in other nations even friends on social media but 4 the better to us. 1 area they can take such materials to make those gadgets and should be blocked is in old clothes, saw dust, husks, chaff and scrap-metal which aint bought but are waste, the government their4 should control such wastes not given to individuals to hamper the above. People who make such many are of shallow minded and to be known can resort to any negativity like sponsoring kidnapping and hooliganism in the society thinking u r competing them.

The grave transparent glass can have a wiper on the below to connect to ya portable removable battery that the light and camera eye uses to clean the glass 4 visibility as it can develop mist to hamper the casket view period dude like in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dA0BIuIzJgM

Now u have blocked all the loopholes to corpse eating and many killings which many know not, so can kidnap ya, where their is a lion, to frustrate ya to escape 4 the lion to eat ya to be a scape goat that u could not wait to be released, its not them but ya mistake as u did not know that that women u wanted was gonna change ya while the antidote its even sour drinks like soda they ought to have tought people in school ya excuse if they do the above, still they get to hell of kidnapping ya, think u will escape dude, then the remaining flesh on bones they make much in dark and eat but many have eaten ng’ang’a bird which makes the lion not to eat ya as in human, even good food with traces of human feces u eat not, the same scenario, if u have eaten the above they look 4 others ways to ambush ya than kidnapping as hitting u on the road with a car etc dude

Aibu kubwa sana sana, as shame they feel now as the invention aint theirs they thought they will come 1st with, their pride long gone, what they thought of u aint not as they lovers of life have to sides of good life and survival even more than them as they thought opposite in Negros they will manipulate, to kill ya tantamount to absolute nothing as u don’t want to be rich as well as the cash they did not want u to have u now don’t and  want but ready to give it to them and as they thought corpse will liberate their minds as many Eu nations has told them to make gadgets aint the truth and all their life long ll gimmicks now blocked like exhuming caskets and selling stolen attires brought from the USA as explained below like in this song below

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=chameleone+ft+professor+jay+

They used to bring u bad breath to upset ya if ya mouth smell not, now is solved with Nyamau fresh mouth herb,now they have looked 4 another 1, they bring ya black lips that if u realize they say u hate such which has been solved as u can buy 4 deceased people like those involved in road carnage or say u hate women with big body or no-shape, its my life dude,if i love pretty women provided i respect ya of the above traits or i don’t cross ya path, or with red eye people or many disability index, they don’t stop, until another nation created or they are all killed,king of the jew to bring out reality.

Like in the link below u can give the dead person the machine in the link below to make many holes on his casket once he has been buried to hamper the explained below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9S1pToPaQA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBZexRXtRdc

They monitor ya ways at day time like going to chain-store to get a glimpse of ya spending habit which if u don’t go during the day like with outside toilet, they want to know if u get to the chain-store at night to ambush u not immediately but after long even kidnapping and stealing from ya and that’s their plan to wear u down to resort to doing ya activities at night b4 they do the described above.

N/B, The hand of the corpse in any casket with the above explained ways can be tied like with student bag ties to avoid the corpse getting out the casket and alternating the casket position that will later hamper its view from above as explained above, this a measure to add more security to hamper grave exhuming dude not just empty words.

Another way to bury people nicely is in transparent armored glass coffin as opposed to normal caskets, where the place the corpse gets into it is like 30 cm long horizontally while vertically depends with the corpse size and shape where the lid that closes that same holes that runs like casino inserted on the shoe glass aint removable as it has two folding not 1 as in the link below, while 4 free circulation of air inside the same casket holes are made to do the same. The corpse with the casket can be taken back to a dark area with people who makes such now to make the sliding window that allows corpse to be placed inside the casket and removed 2 be twice that can be rolled and fixed, which even if u exhume the grave i will be hard to get the corpse alone but with the casket altogether as the only option or u will fear as u will be cought cutting the armored glass to take the above, cause cutting the same aint easy dude like song link below or just making the same explained casket to cover the corpse like gadgets are made as explained below, where the corpse is wrapped with polythene bag then placed in a container full of iced water, where photo of the above casket placed inside with the corpse then u tell the Devil to do the same as enclose the corpse inside the glass enclosure like with oppo phone then after the above process the corpses with suit covered with the same polythene bag not 4 the water to get into it tear the polythene bag to get it out via the holes made within the casket as ventilation, then their will be no casket stealing even if the above measures aint adhered to unless they are up to taking corpses 4 their own selfish usage

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=it%27s+not+that+easy+lemar+

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kWYvLou3q4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opIDqu5t85c

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+oppo+noscrew+phones&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjM2cDyobDpAhXP_4UKHcgDARoQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=images+of+oppo+noscrew+phones&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DEIFi3QGCfS2gAcAB4AIABpAKIAYoPkgEDMi04mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=xJq7XsznG8__lwTIh4TQAQ&client=ms-google-coop

https://indiahikes.com/understanding-the-parts-of-a-backpack/

https://www.google.com/search?q=different+types+of+coffin+opening+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwj7-pmw3LDpAhXI4YUKHRW3Cr8Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=different+types+of+coffin+opening+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DJvwFYuNEBYLjaAWgAcAB4AIAB2waIAbEekgELMi0zLjEuMS4xLjKYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=F9i7XruTBsjDlwSV7qr4Cw&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=YwVD0pC08WRABM

They though African nations will not learn automation, so will bring their own here to create a huge population where they have known how to make china bikes and japanis cars, make secretly here in Africa and give to their own to remit money back home to keep the pride of their cities as their economy have shrink due to the fact above but with China at that time and when ill-gotten online cash placed removed and money place online and another they have known how to make the local currency, so just do the same and send back to their nation or sell the cloths and caskets as explained above and control scrap metal business which has huge returns, buy big houses or premises place internet in 1 line and extend it to many to reap huge as well and send money back home all all explained in following tumblr a/c of sirjustice166 as displayed. If u never know thats the trick with prostitution organized in like in agency, they cant just came as much as fish with drone at E-Africa lakes and sell to Eu or America via the underground fissure or illegal plucking of tea and coffee at night by buying plots adjacent to those areas, starting up like sugar cane factory and water bottling companies which never atrophies easily

No fuel Generator kinda makes ya bald when placed down as should be placed up like on ceilings or on roof tops and that’s the short coming dude.

Making an e-bicycle using the e-power saw pictured in the links below, be pro-active dude not always going 4 ready made

Keyneth orain innovation, like their aint no change of gear like gear 1, 2 or 5 that disturbs ya while driving with the technology below which many car makers or motorbike company can employ period dude                

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2597715893778308&set=gm.2945032372254356&type=3&theater                                      

Shop online at wish in the below link, buy ya machines cheap here at affordable rates                                              

https://www.wish.com/search/grinder

Most other countries cars with brown leather seats are Ugandan made, u just take a small piece of spare-part like alternator, fuel pump or bolt and nuts, place in sewer water, dough, saw dust, chaff, cereal, fruit etc and in the dark hurl cold water upon the above using a syringe or spit saliva and boom such gadgets are formed, those countries aint bothered cause if they do so, what is home made and in store will be displayed like with Innoson motors and that will rob them their dignities and 2, they aren’t bothered cause they got an online source they withdraw from, so aint a pinch to them. Like in the link below dude

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=cars+with+brown+leather+seats&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjivLz7y63pAhUh5OAKHZnuA6oQsAR6BAgLEAE&biw=1024&bih=635

The water at Bar kalare, got that side effect of making people insane or taming people cause its the exact sport where Samson wrestled with the Simba as the lion, so they blood and the rotten flesh got spirit that mixed with the soil to form that effect same with the Lot wife saga where she looked behind and turned into salt at the present downtown Go-down in Wichita, Ks, Christ has 4seen the location prior in his Sheep and goat parable that made he arrested at night at the Gethsemane Gardens presently now Kisumu City lolwe estate

A new technology to bar casket from being stolen as well as corpse and its attires, better the later be stolen than the former cause perpetuate more character of survival in lazy youths and those who got Mr Big man syndrome as the later is eaten and the attires rather cheap that cant fund their weird acts. Like with armored thick glass u place on grave tops to replace the cement slabs but not to be seed on top as conspicuous in Africa, then use the new technology to gage battery power to view the inside of the grave, it can be a binocular technology employed or the mouth of a camera as the eye placed inside with connecting socket placed outside so with ya camera and with ya like 12 DC battery manage to see if the grave was exhumed as the casket still intact. When the eye of the camera placed inside, as well a bulb to illuminate the same place inside like led flash light with many eyes as bulbs as it has longer life span not to disappoint ya that its just dark so the inside cant be viewed lest its exhumed again which its expensive and not of good posture like in the links below dude, kebi daub it has bread my hair song technology,or it can be open from above like the song below but the glass painted with left round circles like 3 of 15 cm in radius to view the same and cement proof the grave aint yet exhumed as the coffin is intact dude

https://www.autobutler.co.uk/how-to/cheap-car-batteries

https://www.google.com/search?q=makomen+resignation+kenyan+news&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwi9m5HCzq3pAhUU8IUKHVloDyAQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=makomen+resignation+kenyan+news&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CzE1i_JWDLJ2gAcAB4AIABjQKIAZEVkgEEMi0xMpgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=5za6Xv2LGJTglwTZ0L2AAg&bih=635&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop

https://www.google.com/search?q=led+security+lighting+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiJo_fr0K3pAhWygHMKHRhJB7gQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=led+security+lighting+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoCCAA6BAgAEEM6BAgAEBg6BAgAEB5Q4R1Y6Ttg-D1oAHAAeACAAc0DiAGEIJIBCDItMTAuMi4ymAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=Vzm6XsmbOLKBzgOYkp3ACw&bih=635&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop#imgrc=IaN3XZgEWESXvM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flABZXwddMg

Mukomeni has read all kebi post and resigned, as he has given solid reasons that Kenya aint rich than the nations u compare it to, and if u r forcing then say how Kenya is rich with ya own explanation like his. Give it up dude

https://www.google.com/search?q=makomen+resignation+kenyan+news&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwi9m5HCzq3pAhUU8IUKHVloDyAQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=makomen+resignation+kenyan+news&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CzE1i_JWDLJ2gAcAB4AIABjQKIAZEVkgEEMi0xMpgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=5za6Xv2LGJTglwTZ0L2AAg&bih=635&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop

I hate seeing this cheap or expensive and with few rather be with many and affordable under plan and that’s me. My friends i have to submit to u, to be forced to say something of a handicap to ya this morning friends, i would that i could be with u in person so that i could tell ya face to face what am forced to say to ya in writing, oh how i wish u could understand me, hell fire is real and their is no game about it or bet on it dude. Truth and no kidding dude, so streamline yaself to these truths bro. Rather expensive, u got it but a heavy load on u of repayment. It doesn’t hurt ya seeing people with such as it pinch them as well to cement this truth “The rich also cries“

K-jones knows well the song he has been give so want to catch the negro as well if they will say so as if they say so then with theirs the well articulate ones like with 2pac, Minaj Gyptian song, John Legend as well were given to liberate the mind of people from such want to be known syndrome and place our minds at per or equilibrium.

Politicians are thieves to be rich as dirty games of taking loans, giving wrong people certificate at a fee and campaigning 4 them to give u a big percentage of their home take monthly and that’s why Kenyan Mps hikes their pay to qualify 4 big loan amounts but with me an engineer, i can be rich without looking or beg 4 mercy from people to give me that post b4 i do the dirty game above to steel to be rich. So spare me as money is what we want and i can make it myself or give me that post and u learn a lesson of a lifetime as usiku wa kuamukia, the next morning as explained in other tumblr a/c following this 1.

When laughter engulfs ya after a short windfall, just smiles on ya face, its too bad dude, kinda, people see ya as belittling others while not, maybe ya mind is changed 4 another being of that character, buy liquor store in ya house and take like in 1 mouth drink b4 u leave ya house and maybe as lunchtimes to eradicate that feeling bro, or let crime find ya and taken to jail as being jailed alone removes it, it usually attracts jailing dude, no kidding bro!!!

motherfucker, u will control ya wotaz as well as America and sanctions u will impose on ya own citizens or will tantamount to war, Africa has just hidden her machinery but have it in mind i have finished oil totally with supplied electricity, cooking gas and those jobs as explained in my tumblr a/c sirjustice166. Get it clear, gone were the days u controlled us with silly phrases like of jealousy we still thevelop, now say it again, as well as foreign decoder as pay tv with local ones.

come to my presence with ya dire stupidity, if that money specified on sirjustice158 tumblr a/c is withdrawn by me cause at dat time i will be in a possession of a gun.

Now talk anyhow Mr Russia of big booty women knowing nothing but my dick, we still develop, u stupid and silly see my tumblr a/c sirjustice158 i have sent to every country 1 of the footballer in in national team either in Facebook or Instagram, check their walls. we still thevelop talking rudely, motherfucker, Bulchit they sell after stealing from houses in USA or Eu bring them to tropics using underneath drones reaping huge super-normal profits, write on every gadget in USA chain-stores like Walmart and Dillon made in USA or inscribe stericks/stars like on spoons, kitchen wears, thongs or panties and chairs that find their way to Africa destroying local business or production

Dry-cell powered generator in the link below where kebi got the idea from b4 posting it in his Facebook, beware dude

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=drycel+powered+generator&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiBmqCJuK7pAhWOGBQKHcfQAOoQsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

The not painted surface on the armored glass explained above can even be 1 b4 such tablet in the link below is placed on it to cover it, as the city can have grave checking day to check the written above if still the casket and the body intact, many people do it, if found then u r compensated b4 the stone is returned to cover the transparent part again. Worker and vineyard parable to cement de truth

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1689444621195624&set=gm.2662540390647819&type=3&theater

Buy Trinidad and Tobago smartphone in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=bmobile+from+which+country

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=bmobile+smartphone+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjF2-vWuq7pAhUMahQKHYxkBgAQsAR6BAgIEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Kplc Kenya fuel less generator in the link below

https://opera.news/ng/en/technology/96aaa8268868e252f14262262c88720d?news_entry_id=t19f22e83200509en_ng

https://opera.news/ng/en/technology/06128fd06aae222bbded040ba58c8cff?news_entry_id=s4e70b4bf200318en_ng

Buy rickshaw stop many words, be a man of few words

https://www.google.com/search?q=kenya+made+electric+car+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjvxq76vK7pAhVFKxoKHa2aAyIQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=kenya+made+electric+car+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoECAAQQzoCCAA6BggAEAgQHjoECAAQGFCg9x1YhMUeYKHKHmgBcAB4AIABqwKIAaUvkgEGMC41LjIymAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=taq6Xq-YDcXWaK21jpAC&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=PxnsBRliAcvKtM

https://globalsinotech.en.alibaba.com/product/62186398057-805841529/SINOTECH_2019_cheap_electric_rickshaw_4_passenger_solar_electric_tricycle_India_bajaj_tuk_tuk_for_sale_in_kenya_made_in_china.html

This song link adds reality to the sex photo above

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lf34-oK0kIU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAnXIIv5He8

Another Ugandan makes his own Aeroplane and military vehicle in the below link

https://techjaja.com/another-ugandan-man-makes-his-own-aeroplane/

https://www.google.com/search?sxsrf=ALeKk01tlPBd4dah-lUG6wn2VHnn7J6yyA:1589370097077&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=uganda+made+military+vehicle&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwit3rWA4bDpAhU3AWMBHSlPBM0QsAR6BAgFEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

https://www.google.com/search?sxsrf=ALeKk036R0AJgBznx8LzcLeLdfeUf4EmxQ:1589370282510&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=uganda+nyoka+made+military+vehicle+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjzzuvY4bDpAhUIcBQKHWAVBnEQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Kenya made mamba mk5 military vehicle image in the link below

http://nairobiwire.com/2012/11/kenya-to-manufacture-its-own-armoured.html

Message to USA, when we got the long drone type i.e cylindrical of a half a meter or just 1 meter like in vin diesel movie b4 he gets into the van to close the door to escape while it detonates then u aint a bother to us, only that as we know how to make guns with bullets, grenade launchers etc like with Nigeria military vehicle, we can replenish our worn out bullet in terms of war as opposed to long when Africa bought the same and that could be ya target b4 u finish such armies as sink the ships or bring down the planes that supply the same and artificial and canned food now Africans know how to make, so no hunger we are at par bro, we counteract your big missile with the small 1. The end signs dude of USA, control ya own waters even Russia, just like one with a grenade can kill 1 with a gun and vice versa or all kill each other after heavy bleeding on 1 when their is no quick medical medical response yet a grenade launcher is strong than a gun, same with Usa and with any other nation previously deem 3rd world with like Nigeria, Ghana, Kenya, Pakistan, Bangladesh etc and question is they now have know to make gadgets which you were selling to them, so u r furious of lost customers, dude we wanna know now where u r getting ya money to be no 1 economy as proclaimed b4, ya economy must slim a twofold 4 truth to ascertain if not then getting money online, you stupid braggart and con-men who want defeat not and now wants war. Those big ships r just 4 pride as other nations fears ya but the chiefest is that missile in vin diesel 2015 movie

With E-motorbikes getting cheap as low as $ 200, then their is no need to stay put in a small city, get to a city now that u take long on ya journey to CBD But the problem only arises when they tires, batteries and bearings are old to replace, so got to save not to be stagnant as synonymous with people shoes and wears. Like in the link below

https://www.alibaba.com/premium/Electric+Bicycle.html?XPJAX=0&product_id=60605009081&tagId=60605009081&pcate=1221&cid=1221&src=cpm_fb&ver=76w_20190529&account=DPA&campaign_id=6114792212116&campaign=mc_pc_pclp&ad_set_id=6114792213716&ad_set=pc_mc_completenewpclp&source=fb&placement=Facebook_Desktop_Feed&ad=mc_pc_newpclp_frame&fbclid=IwAR1CVNcivaYzBv5Be10jumVGuG2FUVrCGo7ZFW5JXMbW5Mu32LQ6Ib4YbFY

China super car in the linkbelow goes 4 as low as $ 5000 which in kenya is KHS 500,000 and in nigeria is N 1000,000, cheap cheap dude like a white woman, Itally speaks now

https://www.autoevolution.com/news/man-from-china-build-electric-supercar-for-5000-97882.html

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=qiantu+k50+images&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjqmrK647LpAhVR8eAKHQsJBhUQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=635#imgrc=B5sVUdxS22EU-M

[independentartistbuzz]

7 FROM THE WOMEN: LIZA GRABOWSKI FROM THE NORMAL LIVING

7 From The Women is a segment here on Independent Artist Buzz where we ask some of the industries finest seven questions. During this time of accusations and the lack thereof, we think it’s important to give women a voice. We chose to ask seven questions to honor the seven Wiccan clans.

Liza Grabowski is a vocalist and guitarist in one of our favorite bands, The Normal Living. From NJ on the edges of NYC, the band blends urban ideas and images with rock and roll, Americana, and folk-rock sounds, while summoning the fun of pop. With singer-songwriter roots and bar-band beginnings, their influences are eclectic, ranging from Carole King, Springsteen, and U2 to the Killers, Arcade Fire, Jenny Lewis, and Neko Case, from Fleetwood Mac, and Heart to Patty Griffin and the Dixie Chicks, helping to carry on the story of American rock and roll songwriting in the millennial age.

What have you been working to promote lately?

First of all, thank you so much for having me for this interview! I love what your site does for independent musicians, and I love how this series features and supports women artists.

Right now, my band (The Normal Living) is about to release some tracks that I’m really proud of as a woman, as a thirty-something, and as an independent artist. The first single from this new record is called “How It All Went Down,” releasing on Oct. 25. This song is really special to us. It was a full collaborative effort in writing, arranging, and eventually producing this track (with producer Chris Badami of Portrait Recordings in NJ). It’s a powerful, up-tempo song, with a big rock sound, driving guitars, beautiful piano, and female vocals and harmonies. It’s told in part from the perspective of a mother, and it’s mostly a portrait of a family after a crisis, and how you move on from that. The song kind of builds emotionally, with sort of a cathartic release at the end, when the floodgates open and you can finally attempt to deal with unfathomable grief you’ve held inside for so long, for years and years maybe. Motherhood was central to me emotionally while writing it—my favorite line in the song is “Holding up to the light everything that I taught her”—but it’s also broader than that. It’s really about how any community struggles to come to terms with trauma, loss, and grief. As a band, with this new set of songs that we’ve been working on, we’re trying to explore themes of storytelling, narrative, and memory.

Please tell us about your favorite song written, recorded, or produced by another woman and why it’s meaningful to you.

I think if I had to pick one song that was my favorite song by a woman, I think I might go to Carole King’s “Natural Woman” for that. I remember my mom and dad bought Tapestry for me for my birthday when we first got a CD player. I’m pretty sure it was 1987, because they also bought me True Blue, Tiffany, and Out of the Blue at the same time. And I guess I was a little bit young for the themes, but I remember just loving it. Not in the same way I loved True Blue—which also felt grown up to me, but in a more salacious, edgy way—with Tapestry, I loved it the way you love an old doll or a cozy bed. I loved her raw vulnerable voice—and I remember that it stirred something in me about womanhood that the pop music of the day wasn’t doing in the same way. When I listened to Tapestry for the first time, I already knew the Aretha version of “Natural Woman.” But King’s vocal on that song, on the album, just sort of blew my mind in a way. It was the first time I realized that a “song” was not equivalent to the recording of a song—that a song is this living breathing thing that could be a vehicle for extremely personal intimacy. Even though I knew the lyrics and the melody already from the Aretha version, when I listened to King sing it, I felt like I was hearing something so brand new. Both versions are so amazing; that’s what I think was so mind-blowing to me at the time.

What does it mean to you to be a woman making music / in the music business today, and do you feel a responsibility to other women to create messages and themes in your music?

I do—more so now as a mother, I think. My daughter is 4, and as a writer and a singer, I think about her all the time. What do I want for her, and what would I tell myself if I was 4 again? To every woman, young or middle aged or older, I feel a responsibility—both in my songwriting and in my own persona—to represent women as strong and empowered. But I also think it’s really important to show women characters as vulnerable and flawed and real. Maybe some days you feel like a queen, but maybe other days you feel hopeless and messy and frazzled. It’s ok. It’s ok to feel both and inhabit both spaces. You’re a real person with real feelings, and you’re not made to be looked at or objectified—you have agency and emotions and ideas that have value. I think that being a woman artist, you do have to step back sometimes to be aware of all the crap we’ve internalized from growing up in a patriarchal society. There’s one song of mine that always triggers a self-reflexive feminist critique. It’s called “Time Out, New York,” from our first EP, Less Radio. On the surface, it’s very much a portrait of a woman sitting on the sidelines, cheering on her boyfriend on stage from the back of the bar. But when I perform it now, I try to be wry and sort of ironically meta about it, knowing that I’m the one on stage singing the song. From the song’s inception, I have always imagined doing a video in which the gender roles are reversed, depicting a woman on stage, singing about a man on stage, while her partner watches her from the bar. I also sometimes imagine queering it a bit and changing the lyrics to be a woman singing about another woman. I’m not sure if I’m trying to salvage a not-so-feminist lyric that I’m a little self-conscious about, or if there are really genuine layers of irony in the song about a male performer, viewed through a female gaze, that’s written and performed by a woman. (I’m hoping it’s the latter!) In any case, yes, it’s something I’m always thinking about, and growing as an artist as I grow as a human being navigating adulthood.

What is the most personal thing you have shared in your music or in your artist brand as it relates to being female?

Honestly, I think sometimes just being onstage in and of itself as a woman musician is one of the most personal things to share. It makes you vulnerable and takes courage, especially if you don’t fit the traditional mold of a pop star or a rock star or a celebrity. I consciously battle my insecurities about my body, my age, how I look, and how I sound every single time I go on a stage or in front of a camera. I try to remember what’s important as an artist is being brave and doing the things that scare you, to put your art out into the world, to tell stories, even if you have to go out of your comfort zone to do that.

What female artists have inspired you and influenced you?

I’m trying to think back on my musical journey as a child, because I have been alive to witness four decades of music. And I watched MTV from the very beginning, so music videos and images of rock and pop stars were extremely foregrounded for me. I also was fortunate to be raised by music lovers, so I was introduced to a lot of previous decades of rock and pop as well as a child. This is a long and rambling way of saying that I’ve had a ton of female musical influences from all different eras and genres. As a young child, I remember Stevie Nicks, Madonna, Whitney Houston, Heart, The Bangles, The GoGos, Pat Benatar, Patty Smyth, and Debbie Gibson—all of those women were on my horizon when I was a kid from MTV and the radio. From my parents, I was exposed to Carole King, Patti Smith, Joni Mitchell, and 60s girl groups—my mom was a huge fan of the Supremes, and so we listened to a lot of those records.

MTV was really huge in my house in the 80s. I remember singing “Stand Back” by Stevie Nicks with my sister. I remember dancing to Laura Branigan and Whitney Houston songs, belting out “Gloria” and performing “The Greatest Love of All” in my second-grade talent show with a Fisher Price microphone. I embraced all kinds of genres and styles as a child. I just loved the female voice having such a platform, giving representation to women. I obviously didn’t process it in those terms at the time, but I think looking back, that’s exactly what it was that resonated with me. Then as I moved into adolescence, really the 2 biggest influences for me as a musician were Alanis Morrisette and The Dixie Chicks. I just felt that they were writing and playing and performing in ways that broke boundaries for women. Then into my 20s—Jewel was huge for me. I remember really connecting with her story about how she was down to her last dime and playing in cafes and on sidewalks, and I was so inspired by that tenacity. I also really connected with some American folk singer-songwriters at the time too. I was obsessed with Patty Griffin; I discovered her mainly through the Dixie Chicks and just started listening to everything I could of hers. And then I realized that she had done a cover of “Stolen Car” by Bruce Springsteen, who was my favorite artist growing up, and when I heard Patty’s version of it, I just kinda melted into a puddle. I just thought it was so gorgeous, and her take on it from a female perspective just took me to another place. The other person was influential for me in my 20s was Dar Williams; she truly influenced my songwriting in terms of telling stories and also just writing an album that’s cohesive and meaningful. Sheryl Crow was huge for me as a rock vocalist. I think I sang Leaving Las Vegas hundreds of times in my dorm room as a college student, trying to get it perfect and trying to get that mournful but strong rock vocal. Now in this decade, I am really looking to women like Brandi Carlile, Elle King, and Grace Potter as examples of women who are keeping rock alive.  

Who was the first female artist you saw that made you want to create music / be in the business?

The first concert I ever saw was Debbie Gibson when I was six, I believe—or maybe eight, I think, because it was actually the Electric Youth tour that I saw, so maybe I was eight or nine. I had basically memorized Out of the Blue, and then Electric Youth was also a smash for me too. I remember reading articles about her and being so motivated that she arranged, wrote, produced, and performed all of her songs. I said, I want to be like that. I want to DO that. So my sister and brother and I had this black-and-white composition notebook when we were little, and we used to write songs in it. We’d have songwriting sessions where we would write lyrics and jot notes down about the instrumental arrangements, and then we’d perform them for our parents and grandparents. That was one of the earliest times I can remember getting into what it means to produce a song or think about the structure of a song.

If you could form an all-woman super-group who would play in it?

I love this question, because I’m really loving The Highwomen album that came out in September; it’s just so beautiful and all of the women are such powerful energies. I think in my fantasy world, my all-woman super-group would be Elle King, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Maines, and of course me.

Connect with Liza and The Normal Living online via:

https://www.facebook.com/thenormalliving/

https://www.instagram.com/the_normal_living/

https://twitter.com/thenormalliving

https://soundcloud.com/thenormalliving

https://www.youtube.com/user/lmz27

https://www.bandsintown.com/a/2970646-the-normal-living

https://www.songkick.com/artists/6404764-normal-living

https://open.spotify.com/artist/4ftWbprw62ADY9lchhlITg?si=UvY74t_XQj2VnjWvZ3lufQ

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/the-normal-living/592223705

[written-in-sunshine]

Don’t Be Scared - Michael/Firkle Smith - SFW

Title: Don’t Be Scared Author: Donnie Fandom: South Park Setting: Michael’s House Pairing: Vague Michael/Firkle Characters: Michael, Firkle Smith, Michael’s Stepmom, Firkle’s Parents Genre: Friendship/Hurt/Comfort/Spiritual Rating: T Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 1240 Type of Work: One-Shot Status: Complete Warnings: Canon Ages, Child Abuse, Mentions of Alcohol Abuse, Obsessive Behavior Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Michael knew he had to say and do something. Firkle hung on every word. AN: Alright, hey, guys! I’m excited to get back to writing for South Park, I’ve taken too long of a hiatus. Get ready for more goth kids stuff, I guess. xD I hope you guys are ready for this! This is vaguely based off of a song, called Don’t Be Scared by Andrew Bird. Here we go! EDIT: This is mega old. Sorry. I have sixteen fics to post and seventeen that need edited. If you’re someone that can edit for all kinds of fandoms, please message me. I really need some help. Fandoms needed for betaing what I have so far: Saw, Insidious, Insidious/Saw Crossover, Fallout 3, Heathers, Heathers/Dismissed Crossover, South Park/TheVVitch Crossover, Assassin's Creed, Kick-Ass, Left 4 Dead 2, Dragon Age and Until Dawn.

South Park Fic Masterlist Don't Be Scared ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Head hung low, Firkle stood in front of the door that seemed to tower over him like a looming nightmare. Usually, he hung out with all three of his friends, but Henrietta had been drug off for “family time” and Pete was firmly burrowed beneath eight blankets at home with a good book. That left him running to Michael's house alone.

Even Michael's crazy step-mom didn't deter him as much as actually staying alone with his idol did. She hadn't questioned the bruise on his cheek, had barely noticed the child slinking into her house without knocking. But Michael would be alone with him, and might as well have been omnipotent in the eyes of the child suddenly terrified of him. It stilled his small hands on the door frame, slowed the extension of his body to reach the knob, but when he finally turned it, the fear in him drained. Michael lay on his bed, the room dark save for the clumps of pillar candles arranged randomly about it, hands on the electric guitar that he insisted he’d learn to play someday. It rest in his lap, and he tapped along to the Concrete Blonde song currently creeping from his speakers, and the whole scene brought out an odd side of the kindergartener before him. With the light dancing on his already sharp features, the fifth grader was transported from this realm and straight to the stars, to the time in history when there was none other to speak of.  Suddenly so confused as to why he’d been confused, the boy took a few steps in, reverent of entering his graven image’s sacred space. With a cigarette perched between his lips, the elder male shifted dark chocolate eyes to him and snorted a little through his nose.  “Hurry up and close the door.” His stepmom would kill him if she had to hear the opening to Jonestown again today, and the door was a better buffer than Firkle’s small body. While Michael didn’t see it as an order, so much as an expectation, Firkle nearly leapt to do just as he was asked, before shyly skirting around the bed. He didn’t often sit on the same plane as Michael, if only because of his own twisted need to keep him on a pedestal. There was no need to sully a God’s presence with that of a sunken mortal. The silence stretched between them, filled only with the beat to the song adjusting for the chorus and Michael’s occasionally louder thumps against the guitar. Between the two of them, three cigarettes ended up crumpled in the ashtray beside one of the elder goth’s already long legs, and those ever observant eyes found the younger boy’s face. Suddenly, everything seemed sharp and too bright, too quick to focus on everything at once. Firkle found himself pinned down beneath Michael, the elder goth’s hands holding his jaw and head respectively, and his oceanic blue eyes never left the elder’s. There was a dark look in them, the kind of primal anger that came with upsetting someone that should have been able to call down death on anyone that required it. “Who did that?” He asked, voice bordering on a shaky almost-whisper. When Firkle’s gaze faltered and his purple stained lips parted, closed and parted again, he shook the smaller’s head a little. “Who, Firkle?” Much as he was a new part of the group, the youngest member and definitely the craziest, it didn’t stop Michael from feeling an odd protectiveness over him. If someone was giving him shit and going so far as to leave him bruised and silent, well, that person was going to get a cane up the ass. “My… Mom.” Firkle finally squeaked, his voice unnaturally high and perhaps slightly more cracked than he had expected. The look the two boys shared in that moment conveyed so many things at once that Firkle was dizzy with the revelation that his God must have accepted him as part of the flock.  “Why.” It wasn’t a question, and Michael could tell he probably sounded harsh. How many times had his own stepmother reached out and popped him one because he wasn’t what she wanted? It wasn’t a secret that Firkle was no more a pariah than when he was at home with his family. Even Michael found it to be tense, and he wasn’t the best at gauging social situations he wasn’t in total control of.  “I don’t know.” That seemed to be what broke him, however, and a tear slipped down his cheek. It burned when it hit the taller male’s hand and he nearly recoiled with a hiss as he shook his head. No, tears were for pussies, and Firkle was the most hardcore kid he’d ever met in his life. Tears wouldn’t work here, he had to do something. “Sh, sh, hey. No. We don’t do that.” Tears showed weakness, and if there was anything that Michael knew well, it was that weakness wasn’t tolerated in any society. Pulling back and tugging the smaller form along with him, he held him against his chest. “What’s got you so scared? I didn’t think you knew how to cry.” “I… Don’t want to die.” When Firkle finally said it, finally articulated all of the thoughts that went through his head because his parents couldn’t be trusted with him, well, Michael knew better than to be an ass. If nothing else, Firkle’s loyalty meant that Michael wouldn’t be at the wrong end of a knife, but the kid had already started to grow on him.  “Don’t be scared of something like that.” Michael’s voice was quiet, calm, suddenly, like the first few notes of a song before the drums crashed in, “Don’t. You don’t have to worry about something stupid like death.” Maybe putting these thoughts into the head of an impressionable five year old was dangerous, but what else could he do? The kid needed something, anything to hold onto, and if he clung to Michael’s button-up any tighter he just might rip it in half, “Death is a beginning, not an end.” Sometimes, the tallest goth could be more eloquent and profound than anything Firkle had ever heard. The smaller goth’s body melted from a tense line to the simple clinging of an insect to its current mode of travel. He closed his eyes slowly and meditated on the words, it seemed, focusing on Michael’s breathing and syncing his own with it. The elder goth hummed softly, a rumble in his chest that seemed to calm the savage beast still using him for a seat, and he pet his hands through the other’s hair. “Death is a beginning, right, Michael?” Firkle finally asked, after what felt like eons of silence, even after the Concrete Blonde CD had finally spun its last track.  “Right.” Absently kissing Firkle’s head, Michael sighed. “Your parents won’t miss you tonight, right?” Considering his mother had been neck deep in a bottle of wine and his father had been half out of his mind with whatever he’d been yelling at upstairs, Firkle was safe in thinking he’d be better off here. “Right, yeah.” “You’re staying.” And when someone like Michael told you something in that tone of voice, even if you could have ripped out his throat with your teeth in a second, you listened. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Man, it’s been a while since I wrote for my boys. And I don’t know that I have written for them all that much as actual kids, so this was… Refreshing. I hope you guys enjoyed!

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3 decades of Queer Women making Herstory through Music

Written for Pink Washed Zine issue #3

by Raquel Silva aka Raquel Smith-Cave

             I turned 30 this year, more precisely last August and it’s also been 12 years since I had my first girlfriend. When I started thinking about my queerness more seriously back in 2005/2006 I quickly realized how it wasn’t that usual for girls to be fascinated by Linda Perry in boxer shorts and combat boots like I was at 5 years old. My mom says 4 Non Blondes “What’s up” was my favorite song back then and she even bought the CD so I could listen to it on repeat and not just wait for the video to magically appear on the TV. Thanks Ma!

              Through my teenage years I had “Baby Can I Hold You” by Tracy Chapman constantly playing in my head. Mind you, I always have a song in my mind and I burst into singing at the most unexpected times, it’s mostly an unconscious act which can be embarrassing in front of people who don’t know me well. Honestly I  don’t care much, it’s just a part of my nature and if I’m not murmuring or humming some melody it usually means there’s something wrong. So at around 15/16 I remember starting to sing the chorus for “But you can say baby…” out of nowhere in school breaks or while walking home. This happened constantly and exactly why my brain was stuck with this melody was a complete mystery to me. Maybe I heard it in passing or on the radio…? I could never find the answer but I did buy Tracy’s self-titled vinyl this year during Record Store Day and discovered it was released exactly 30 years ago. It’s a precious record, her voice is warm and familiar and her guitar is so soothing to the soul. I think I finally answered my teenage self on all that musical haunting.

             Cássia Eller is a Brazilian artist who made the 90s a really wholesome, magical, golden time for every lesbian in love with husky voices. Her hit song “Malandragem” was part of this series called Malhação but I only found out she was the mystical singer behind that iconic childhood tune years after listening to it on the show. She tragically died in 2001 and even after that she still created major impact in society, when her longtime girlfriend won custody of their son, after battling against Cássia’s father who had never cared about his daughter until money was involved. Cássia was a shy person who became a complete lion on stage. Humble and almost too pure to handle the hype. She just wanted to sing to people and exorcise her demons while making others happy. Which she did and so much more. Her legacy is tremendous, as it still resonates with so many of us today and the world hasn’t really witnessed anyone quite as ingenious as her ever since.

               It’s 2007 and I’m watching a live concert in a Portuguese music festival on TV featuring a wild ass singer with the screaming voice of my wildest grrrl dreams. It’s The Gossip! And Beth Ditto is rolling around the stage, singing her lungs out in front of a pretty chill crowd. I wanted to BE THERE. I probably discovered Gossip’s music through CSS who I was obsessed with at the time or probably from watching The L Word. The truth is: the more intrigued I was by the words of this fat, dyke, goddess the more comfortable I felt about my own identity. I was fat for most of my childhood and got bullied for it on a regular basis, just part of being in an all-girls catholic school life I guess. At 13 someone called me “Fufa” which is basically “Dyke” in Portuguese and it was the most traumatic experience ever. Years later I wish I could have thanked the girl who bullied me out of a closet I wasn’t even aware I was in. I don’t believe I was ever in the closet though. Honestly, falling in love with a girl was just as natural as having crushes on boys. It was just another question I had finally found an answer for. Beth Ditto’s pride in her queerness and blatant attraction to butch people while being a proud femme, fat, dyke made me feel represented in a way I hadn’t seen myself before and ok with my own desires. Ditto!

                The first glance of The L Word I watched I didn’t really enjoyed. The image was dark and the plot seemed so tragic. It was Jenny somewhere in the first season. After one year I finally watched the whole 2 or 3 seasons that were out by then. Tegan and Sara play in one episode and are featured in the soundtrack, which I still go back to sometimes to remember really great tunes. What a blessing to have Tegan and Sara guide you through your first acid trip and “coming out of that closet” am I right Dana? (RIP) My love affair with Canadian people started right there with Tegan’s goofiness and Sara’s witty remarks. By 2007 “The Con” came out and became a staple to the LBGTQ+ community. So much so that the band released a special covers album last year, with many queer artists recreating those magnificent songs. In the records that followed their sound was purposefully re directed to more pop melodies which I couldn’t relate to anymore. They did make good use of their huge platform by launching the Tegan and Sara foundation, which fights for LGBTQ girls and women all over the world with the help of some amazing queer people.

                 The other tiny Canadian who owns my heart is Ellen Page. Ever since Juno, my gaydar was just screaming out loud in every direction possible and I’m so happy that she is now able to be herself freely. Just like Juno, my musical top 3 included Patti Smith and Iggy Pop… but not The Runaways. For me it’s actually Nick Cave. I never gave too much attention to The Runaways, though I knew about Joan Jett and her extremely queer badass persona from being a teenager obsessed with punk rock and riot grrrl herstory. Until Kristen Stewart got cast to play Joan for The Runaways movie and I finally listened to their 70s records. I fell in love with Kristen and Dakota’s version of “Dead End Justice” as well as the original. Gaystew was born to play that part. Just last week I saw Bad Reputation, a documentary about Joan’s life with lots of awesome people speaking about how incredible she is, as both a pioneer for women in rock’n roll and an advocate for human and animal rights. At 60 she’s still rocking the fuck out of leather pants, inspiring kids to start bands, making everyone smitten by her confidence and flipping the finger to the all the hypocritical social definitions of gender, sex and music.

                It’s really difficult to write about Janelle Monáe. Not because I don’t have words but mostly because I have too many. Janelle caught my eye and ears with “Tightrope” where she’s prancing around wearing her uniform, as she proudly used to talk about her suit, an homage to her working class parents and Kansas City upbringing. I saw her live at the end of 2010, at a winter festival, where all my other friends went on to watch Sting’s daughter I Blame Coco and I stood front row waiting for Janelle. It was life changing. She danced, jumped, screamed and even painted something into a blank canvas throughout the whole set. Her band was impeccably orchestrated and the show was extremely cinematic, since many of Janelle’s inspirations are from sci-fi movies. Her music is layered and complex just like her personality. Over the years she has been extremely mysterious, one of the things I appreciated the most about her. This year that changed. After much speculation in the media, she said in an interview she’s pansexual, as someone who has had relationships with men and women, that’s how she identifies more comfortably. Above all she’s an artist with a very specific vision and talent, carving the path for Afrofuturism; to create space for black people but especially queer POC to conquer over the systematic racism, lack of opportunities and prejudice in our society. Her new record “Dirty Computer” is the materialization of that evolution, the most “Janelle” album ever. Covering everything from sexual freedom to political issues while using a pop funky beat. Reminiscing one of her heroes, Prince, who became a friend and mentor before passing away in 2016. And all I want for 2019 is to be in the same room as Janelle and take on another voyage dans la lune with all the other androids.

                 Annie Clark has also played around with the idea of being an alien or a cyborg, especially on her self-titled album from 2014. That’s when I saw her live for the time and I had to give into my friend’s obsession with her music. Last year St. Vincent released “Masseduction”, an almost perfect record, in my opinion. The song with the same title is most definitely an anthem for our generation “I can’t turn off what turns me on…” and after a long relationship with model/actress Cara Delevingne or that summer fling with Kristen Stewart, it was clear, Annie is queer. (Pun so intended) While songs like “New York” or “Los Ageless” can be associated to both of those relationships, Annie’s talent as an exquisite guitar player, fearless innovative sounds and unique live shows, have made her the intergalactic rock Goddess of our queer dreams.

                 Widely inspired by Annie Clark is my next musical Queeroe. Mackenzie Scott aka Torres. There’s something about debut albums that I really love and Torres self-titled LP from 2013 is definitely in my top favorites list. It’s really fucking sad music with raw emotion, as you can hear in “Honey”, “Jealousy and I” or “When Winter’s over”. Her second album “Sprinter” showed a very exciting evolution in her sound but it’s “Three Futures” from 2017 that encapsulates Mackenzie’s desire towards experimenting with her sexuality in a more explicit way. As seen in the video for the first single where she takes on gender roles as both feminine and masculine characters who are living the dreadful “American Dream”. Plus the cover picture for that record is her staring at a semi naked woman on a pole, marking 2017 as very gay year for music.      

                Laura Jane Grace’s voice first made waves through my ears because of the collab Against Me! did with Tegan Quin back in 2007 for the single “Borne On The FM Waves Of The Heart”. The song didn’t stick to me that long and although I had heard Against Me! was my kind of band I never took the time to really listen to them. Until 2014, when “Transgender Dysphoria Blues” was released and it rapidly became one of the most important records of my life. I started watching many interviews with Laura Jane about the struggles of coming out as a trans woman in this fucked up world, specifically while being part of the punk scene, where there’s not much space for anything other than toxic masculinity. I related to Laura’s journey and with every single lyrics on “True trans soul rebel” since it felt like the most authentic punk anthem I had heard in a while. I went to their first ever gig in Portugal in 2015 and screamed as much as I could surrounded by my family of misfits, all wearing black and their heart tattoos on their sleeves. I dug into Against Me! discography but other than the single “I was a teenage anarchist” which I already knew, nothing got me hooked as much as “Transgender Dysphoria Blues” did. Laura Jane’s name is very much appropriate, for her Grace is felt through her screams as much as her written words, something I found fascinating while reading her auto biography: “Tranny: Confessions of Punk Rock's Most Infamous Anarchist Sellout”. I loved every page of it, with original diary pieces, she takes us on a wild precious ride from her childhood and family issues to all the drama in the music industry or the tribulations of managing a band in this time and age. There’s really nothing more punk rock than being yourself and Laura Jane does it with so much effortless coolness and Grace.

            I tried not to listen to Courtney Barnett for months. I had seen the hype around her but didn’t feel quite ready to embark in that journey and my queers did I regret it… She played at Primavera Sound Porto in 2015 and I started listening to her on loop only weeks after that. The heartbreaking part is that I was also at that festival. The good part is that she came back in 2016 to another festival in Lisbon and I was there just for her (and Father John Misty). Which felt like the stars had aligned with my musical desires. She’s unapologetically herself but not in the way that you would say so about Cardi B for example. She’s wickedly smart with her words and unexpectedly brutal with her chords, right before she opens her mouth she looks like the sweetest person you will ever meet and after you are transported to her own island, full of genius puns, sarcastic inputs about daily life or the state of the world. My favorite verse is from “Pedestrian at best” and I almost got it tattooed… “Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami honey”. Which to me roughly translates to: Fuck Capitalism! She’s also very open about her long term relationship with her wife and fellow musician Jen Cloher, making them the ultimate indie rock’s queer power couple.

                 2016 was the darkest year of my life. I stopped listening to music for months, stopped sleeping and my panic attacks would strike me even if I was in the middle of a busy street. It was scary to lose myself in such dark thoughts but then one day I listened to Shura’s song “Too shy” and felt like a little bit of me was alive again. Her debut album “Nothing’s real” came out around that time and her lyrics for the title song were exactly what I felt through my depression. In this song she is writing about her own experience with a panic attack that makes you feel like dying. And they do. “Too Shy” is a beautiful tune about unrequited love because you are simply too fucking shy to ever go for it and ask your crush on a date. Being shy and anxious almost always go hand in hand, as an awkward, quiet, weird introvert myself, discovering Shura’s songs and story gave me hope and made me gather the lost pieces of my own identity, leaving all the pain, shame and constant anxiety behind. Music really is medicine for the soul.

                 Julien Baker also has one of the best debut albums I’ve ever heard. Personally, it’s very special because it marks the beginning of my current relationship, as my girlfriend surprised me with Julien’s “Sprained Ankle” vinyl just weeks after we started dating. That vinyl did not leave my record player for the last months of 2016 and whenever I listen to it now, I am instantly transported to that moment in time. I was finally getting back on my feet and everything was falling into place, Julien’s gigantic voice echoed my natural melancholy, embracing my demons with a new found strength.  I’ve seen her twice, both times a very out of body experience and had the pleasure to let her know how much her music has helped me. We hugged, talked and she even has the zine I make (CuntRoll) in her living room table because she likes it so much. She is someone I could definitely see myself hanging out in my group of friends and that’s what I love the most about this new generation of artists, who aren’t trying to be something they’re not for the sake of money or exposure. They embrace who they are and let the world decide if they wanna take it or leave it. And that’s exactly what we need right now, to accept and embrace people for who they are and the art they make. So we can all to the same in our own lives.

                 “Yeah I’ve got it I’m a man now…” are the verses that got stuck with me for weeks after listening to Christine and The Queens single “iT”. Yes, the capital T is on purpose as it represents testosterone, the hormone used by many Trans AFAB people to start the process of becoming more themselves. This androgynous handsome French creature original name is Heloise and since her worldwide success with her first record “Chaleur Humaine” she has shredded so many stereotypes through her music, her dancing and her style. I hate comparing artists but some people call her “ the French Michael Jackson” for a reason. My chin dropped while watching her cover for Beyonce’s “Sorry” which she transformed into her own song like it’s nobody’s business (please go watch it asap). This year she blessed as with her second LP just called “Chris” inviting the world to be a little bit closer to her. Chris is her nickname and presents us with a new image for Heloise, embracing her masculine vibe more than ever before, with short hair, loose clothing and talking proudly about queer issues in many interviews. The video for the single “5 dollars” is the epitome of gender fucking and the reason why I am even gayer now tbh.  (You should watch that also!) The future is genderqueer.

                 I stayed away from the hype of “Girls like Girls” back in 2015 because I’m mostly suspicious of pop artists using gay stories to go with the trend of pink washing, ie Katy Perry “I kissed a girl” is a fucking jam but also really fucking problematic, coming from a cis het white female who has no idea the struggles of being queer. Hayley Kiyoko is most definitely not one of those artists though, as she has slowly but certainly become the Lesbian Jesus we’ve all been praying for. With “Curious” she let us know there’s a new fucking boss in town and she’s so fucking gay. What a time to be alive, 20gayteen is real and we are here to witness it all. Hayley’s not the greatest singer in the world, but she uses the best of her skills to give voice to all the kids who struggled with feeling alienated because they couldn’t fit in anywhere. She creates videos which are more like short stories, where she not only acts, but also writes and directs with her own team, never compromising her vision to tell the stories she wants to tell. Stories that resonate with so many queer people and we all know how important representation is, especially coming from an authentic source. To have such a person in the mainstream is what Tegan and Sara were thriving for a few years ago but the result wasn’t very genuine, something that doesn’t happen with Hayley’s songs. Her album “Expectations” doesn’t have big hits, other than “Feelings and “Curious” but it’s the debut album of someone with a huge potential and vision to take up the space for ourselves to tell our own stories and no one else.

                Linn Da Quebrada is the musical Goddess of the moment. Eloquent, inspiring, caustic, no one is left indifferent after listening to her. And that's exactly what she wants, to leave us on our tiptoes waiting to be carried away by words of pleasure, empowerment, trans feminism and especially so much self-love. Each verse is a lyrical genius clapback in the face of this transphobic, sexist and racist society. Prejudices that kill so many queer people of color in Brazil every year. Her existence is transforming, rewriting the HERSTORY of the world and of her country, through the re-appropriation of funk, where SHE finally gets to be the protagonist of her own story and that courage surpasses linguistic or cultural barriers. In 2017 she released her first album “Pajubá” after a very successful crowdfunding campaign and also has her own documentary called “Bixa Travesty” which has gathered accolades through many film festivals around the world. The song “Bixa Preta” is a fucking iconic anthem for 20gayteen and for all of my maricones family out in the world fighting everyday for our existence to be respected.

We will NEVER be erased.

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What Does Gothic Mean?

Quite simply, a Goth is somebody who finds beauty in things others believe dark. They love all that is mysterious and dark. That does not mean Goths are bad, but it just means they have a different view to many. And it also does not mean Goths are unkind, violent or lacking in humor, in fact quite the reverse is true. Goths like to laugh but their humor is more of this black comedy sort. Goths are often smart, artistic and romantic realists. Being Goth isn't about how one dresses. Most of what you may find written about Goth is that it was something which was born from the Punk movement in the late 70's and that many Goths wear black. I disagree. Goth is not something that was made from the 70's since it always was.

Goths do not always wear black and do not all listen to the same bands. They don't worship Satan and are not members of a cult. Goths are available around the planet and come from many diverse backgrounds and ethnicities. The Goth culture is extremely big in Japan and Germany.

Like each group, what one likes and does varies from individual to individual. Having said this, Goths all have something in common...that they find beauty in what others believe dark. By way of instance, I have always found dead trees amazing and rather than having crushes on the great guys in movies that I tended towards the dark personalities that seemed strong, had deep booming voices and dark music always appeared to be playing when they were shown on screen (Darth Vader, Ra at Stargate). I always loved the dark music that I only heard in film soundtracks as a kid. You see, Goth to me is not something that one becomes but something one is.

I used to enter this record shop and pick out CDs that I believed I'd like based on the cover art (typically darker vision). I never got what I was actually searching for...something dark/sombre and I definetly was not searching for Heavy Metal. I explained my dilemma and he knew just what I wanted. He looked at me like he thought "Ah, you are one of these." And stated that I should to go to their other shop. I did just that and found that a paradise that I never knew existed. I'd finally found everything I loved and understood what I was.

Goth isn't a phase. It is something which you either are or are not. I don't know people who say "Oh, I was Goth." Perhaps they used to play the role to fit in for some time - but it is not something you grow out of! One does not just change their preferences over night. I've never changed that I basically am.

I will try to clarify what Goth is and what Goth is not. I will describe music, fashion, movies and more that many Goth folks like throughout this site. I intend this site to be a source for Goths and non-Goths alike. I'm creating the site that I always wished there was, with descriptions, tons of images, videos and links.

Because there are many Goth bands, films and Goth is even a part of the world of high style and graces the runways...many people like Goth items and do not even realise that they're Goth. Please keep in mind while you're reading through this website that Goths are individual people and what every Goth likes varies.

Once in the long, long ago people used to actually make an effort and take pride in everything, their clothes, make-up, items...everything was beautifully crafted and done with pride and attention. They therefore continue to bygone eras where beauty and pride still existed.

They're influenced by fashion, music and mythology by the pre-Medieval eras into the Edwardian eras and also by different cultures around the world. Goth people are usually creative and of high wisdom...some may go so far as to say they were somewhat geeky as many Goths I know work within it. They are often much less interested in medication as many different sub-cultures. In actuality, I've been into a Goth concert where rather than handing out medication...as I've seen done at some parties, they handed out Pixy Stix (glucose sticks).

It's a re-invented future or a past that never occurred. In many ways society has obtained a nose-dive because the Victorian age and a few might even go so far as to say we've been living in a New Dark Ages ever since. Science has done a great deal for us over the last century, such as creating the net and allowing me to publish this website. However, the scientific view of people as soulless bio-machines has not always been of great advantage to the way we treat one another and it can cultivate a "who cares what I do mindset". Steampunks are attempting to pretend that although technology has improved, aesthetics and morality have remained unchanged.

Imagine a society with highly developed technologies that evolved slightly different to the society really did. It kept steam as well as the intricacies of everything in everyday life from machines to style. People of the society enjoy their technologies and enjoy everything that they make. Imagine a world without plastic and with people who really enjoy creating and learning! Too bad society did not turn out this way, but maybe Steampunks can turn it all around. Steampunks and Goths are thought of as weird geeks by most people of today who just so happen to like Britney Spears and Paris Hilton.

Emo is contemporary punk with a dark style sense. It's pop-punk and has nothing to do with Goth besides using a dark style sense.

That's a fantastic question. Everyone claims that Goth developed from Punk from the 70s. Why would that be? Imagine someone who's in a Jazz group who leaves that ring and joins a Nation band.... Can you then call the nation band Jazz? Of course you would not. That having been said, some of the new bands were branded Favorable Punks (Posi-Punk).

Punk had a rebellious anti-conformist attitude towards society and for that reason the term Punk become synonymous with rebellion. Goths and Steampunks don't so much rebel against society but kind of ignore it and have formed their own society.

Where the modern day use of the term Goth came from is something which no one appears to know for certain. If you would like to read a comprehensive evaluation of where the expression came from view the Scathe Demon link below. My guess is that the lyrical content of those new bands was like the topics of the Gothic novels of the 18th and 19th centuries as the group members were motivated by the dark tales of Mary Shelley and Edgar Allan Poe. One of those new bands is thought to be Black Sabbath. Their 1969 debut album produced a dark sound different from other bands in the time and has been called the first ever "Goth-rock" album (Baddeley 2002: 264).

With the birth of the new music came the arrival of a new style that was borrowed in the punk look and awarded a darker border. But Goth fashion has not just borrowed in the Punks. There are lots of distinct styles influenced by styles of earlier eras...but you can read more about that on the style page. However, this was just the arrival of contemporary Goth music and fashion rather than what Goth is. After all Goth is only beauty that's found in the darker things in life. Dark music has existed since music started and so have people who've discovered beauty in darkness. The songs of Hildegard of Bingen (born 1098) are very similar sounding to a modern Goth songs by the group This Ascension as well as Qntal. In Terms of ancient Goth people, how about Edgar Allan Poe and possibly even the virgin Queen Elizabeth I? Lorenna McKennitt sings a wonderful version of the song.

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Rewatching '80's Cinema In An Era Of #metoo & Cancel Culture

The interview was conducted with Samantha from the movie Sixteen Candles (1984).

Interviewer: Hello, Samantha?

Samantha: Hey, how are you?

Interviewer: I am good; you look stunning today must say life is treating you quite well.

(Soft chuckle) Sure I have been up and about since life keeps changing, and we all need to grow.

Interviewer: Mmhh. That is so true, and I relate because last I saw you, you were busy eyeing Jake. (Soft chuckles) So how is the romance? 

Samantha: Well, honestly speaking. We all know those teenage crushes rarely lead to anything serious in the future. However, I am a happy mum of two and cannot complain.

Interviewer: How's Hollywood been treating you? I understand things can be rough at times when family comes into the picture?

Samantha: Honestly, life right now in Hollywood is more friendly compared to our times. Women have become more focused and are ready to step into the roles of leading characters and many significant roles as the need arises. During my heydays, it was simply difficult to get pregnant and keep your acting job. I see all the special effects and other forms of technology being used in the film industry at the moment and recognize how things have changed. A-list actors have become so phenomenal that they will engage in a project and have stunt doubles to play their role in case of mishaps. These simple pleasures really make it quite the era in the industry, and I feel blessed to have witnessed this transition.

Interviewer: I reckon since you were 16, you have seen so much significant change even in social stratification.

Samantha: That is true. People have developed so many eccentricities that were initially taboo. Simple pleasures like women smoking and engaging in frivolous activity were shunned, but people are becoming more liberal with ideas and how they view society. Standards that were set for relationships and marriage seem to have died overnight, and with the increasing drive for the LGBTQ, community change keeps coming. I must admit, I had a difficult time with the realization that I was different and how it kept affecting my life.

Interviewer: What do you mean by different?

Samantha: I have been in a fruitful and fulfilling relationship with my partner Sheila for 20 years. I was castigated for so long by my peers, family, and friends for my life choices. I was so lost in trying to live the fairy tale life I never took a moment to really evaluate my life. However, college life opened my eyes to endless possibilities and leaving home gave me a chance to really morph into the real me. Sheila has been my rock for so long and allowed me to see how there was so much more to life than I initially thought. It took time to convince my family, but with the evolution of the civil rights movement into other global movements, I am grateful that same-sex couples get a chance to live their lives in peace. I have always found it essential to advocate for happiness. That's why I make a point of living a modest life despite the allure of having a flashy life of glamour.  Think with time priorities do change.

Interviewer: Speaking of priorities, what is your view on stereotypes in film associated with women?

Samantha: Well, this really takes me back to a time when women were considered ornamental, and there was not much substance used to quantify them beyond physique. Films in the 80s have glamorized issues that society frowns upon today that would make you cringe. Think about sexual harassment, adversity to the LGBTQ community, body shaming, social slurs, and body shaming. I have been at the receiving of all these, unfortunately, and have lived to tell the tale. I know so many of my friends and family who are mentally unwell or have lost their lives to these behaviors that society considered acceptable back then. Women are the recipients of so much hate and have always been considered as ornamental and as items to be objectified. Jake may have been in a bad relationship, but sadly I realized he had been the problem all along. His demeanor and approach to treating women opened up my eyes and made me realize I was not willing to put up with fake love if I may use the term.

Interviewer: Speaking of Jake and the issues of harassment. What is your take on the #Metoo movement?

Samantha: Tarana Burke, is God-sent and I pray that she understands how this world is a better place because of her decision to give a voice to the voiceless. I wish the #Metoo movement existed in time because so many people would have answered for so many of their heinous crimes. Alyssa Milano is quite the pioneer, and targeting Hollywood, and the film industry has given rise to so many positives. Men and women have actually come forward and shared stories of their suffering. It has been difficult for sexual violence victims to find a platform to share their experiences and have their perpetrators brought to justice.

Interviewer: I understand that. I have been following keenly as well. What do you believe has been the core of these problems?

Samantha: I firmly believe that systemic ills have been the core of the ills plaguing society. Essentially, people were allowed to be bigots, misogynists, and homophobes during my early days. The reason was that everyone was okay with it because the majority said so. However, people felt oppressed and fought back, and now we have so many issues that need correction. Admittedly, bringing attention to an issue does not guarantee justice and reprieve for all victims. However, it is a start, and, in the end, change will be evident. Consider the Black Lives Matter movement that has been championing the rights of African Americans. People are yet to meet them halfway, and with continued incidents of police brutality and discrimination, it is possible they have a long way to go to achieve their vision.

Interviewer: On that note, how has the rising Cancel Culture trend impacted you?

Samantha: Haha, I believe I will get crucified for this, but I find it quite refreshing and expedient in remodeling society. Don't get me wrong, the idea of censoring and denying someone their fundamental freedom is abhorrent. Still, people should learn to value morality as a society. Taking in just about anything that is produced as content for TV and film will only diminish the critical values that define society. I don't need to tell you to switch off the TV when content is inappropriate but recognize the value of choice. Cancel culture taken back to my time would be the end of so many films. I personally have TV shows that I would cancel, but we are all free to do as we see fit. I hope I don't get you canceled, too (loud laughter).

Interviewer: I believe we are safe; the evolution of social media uses keeps us visible to all. Moving on swiftly, tell me how is your social life, or rather how has it evolved?

Samantha: I bet you will laugh at me. I am still trying to figure out how to tweet and post on Facebook and seriously miss MySpace. I tend to avoid social media and have stuck to actually interacting with people in person rather than behind a screen. Sheila gets on my nerves because she insists I keep learning, but I am not interested in any of it. Life was really hectic in the 80s and has gotten much easier with technology. However, as I pointed out, content matters a lot, and from the extent, I have seen even presidents get to on social media, I better keep myself offline. I know it sounds sad, but I prefer it compared to the digital noise that is pushing so many to seek unattainable lives.

Interviewer: Well, to me, that sounds like an excuse to get stuck in an era that is already gone!

Samantha: As I said, it sounds crazy, but I am very picky with what I choose to adopt. I have a TV, but my kids know how strict I get with enforcing regulations with viewing. I am from an age where I understand the influence of toxicity, and I am not willing to see my children get engulfed in a superficial perception of reality. I thank God for my partner Sheila because she always supports me. She understands where I am coming from and has grown also to enjoy the liberty of embracing proper moderated content for our kids. If we are in the house, we need to be in the living watching something together without worrying about what might happen.

Interviewer: So, what have you been holding onto from your early days as a teen?

Samantha: I have some old mixtapes I listen to whenever I want to get into the groove. I also keep vinyl records of Luther Vandross because his music speaks to my soul in a unique way. Plus, I still own an iPod since my daughter broke my cd Walkman (giggles).

Interviewer: I must admit this has been quite the journey, and I understand you will be featuring in a short film showcasing societal prejudice?

Samantha: Actually, yes, it's a documentary feature, and it will be releasing in the summer of next year. I have come full circle and find myself in the spotlight, and all I hope is that my story will inspire someone else. I realize the world has so much noise, and it is essential to have some peace and quiet to ensure we remain on the right track.

Interviewer: Your life has been quite the movie of sorts, and I hope you have enjoyed the experiences and you will do more going forward. Any final words before we wind up this interview?

Samantha: Sure, I am looking forward to all life has to offer and what I can offer others. My final thoughts would be to urge those in power to recognize those they serve, let people respect the rights of others, and always consider yourself in a similar situation before engaging in that life-altering act.

Interviewer: Thank you so much for your time, Samantha. I wish you well in your endeavors.