It's really kind of sad that such a very meaningful weekend has to end, but what can I say all things are really meant to reach its end anyway.
I know you might be asking why I am feeling sorry that the weekend has ended for starters it means
that I would have to go back to work again and at the least endure another 5 days of grueling editing jobs. Another is that I would rate the past weekend as one of the most memorable and most meaningful weekends of my very existence.
The past Saturday was very much like any other Saturday where I would go with Jeanie to attend VCF's Youth On Fire Service where later on we'd be going about whatever it is that we'd find profitable to do later, that (is provided that I would be available bacause Saturday is also the day where I'd be practicing bass guitar for the praise & worship team at our church.) But nevertheless this Saturday was an exception since I am not scheduled to play bass on the Sunday service so that very much leaves a lot of free time for me.
The day started out quite great to be honest since I started it with a devotion time that I was actually able to concentrate on, without the distractions of minding the time because I might get late for work and without the distraction of randomly falling asleep in the middle of the passages. Where it was also kicked off with a sort of long telephone conversation with my Kuya Benjie whom I mostly get to see only on Saturday nights and in Sundays, anyways the conversation was really great we talked about a lot of things and it was really the idea that we're talking again in a carefree manner that really touched me since I never really had the time to just talk to him and share my life with him eversince he got married and eversince I went cold in my walk with God, I've always had that indifferent attitude towards the people I care most about but, lo! Here I am again talking to him about my life and about the books I'm reading, the movies I've seen my present struggles and everything in between, and it was only now that I realized that it was one of my faith goals earlier this year when I participated at a prayer and fasting campaign at church, and I am as equally gracious to God for that for heeding my prayer goal.
So on with the day I was also able to spend my free time to bond with Jeanie via going to get our hair cut together, where I got this haircut that sort of looks like the haircut of Yellowcard's singer, and we also both topped it off with going off to meet my best friend Xander at PUP before we set off to VCF.
From there we went on to the service where I really enjoyed the praise & worship because it was one of the very few instances that I get to sing worship songs as part of the congregation instead of being part of the worship leaders. Well anyways the same day is also the day wherein I promised to treat friends and Jeanie's disciples to Likha Diwa for my birthday.
And so after the service we went there and I am glad that they all enjoyed the meal, since the place serves mostly vegeterian meals, and later on came the part where I would be speaking to share a message from the Bible, well, to be honest I was really nervous, since I'm better at expressing things through writing instead of speaking and even though I have already prepared my message a few days before I am still at a lost with what I am about to share.
But still I decided to share the Word since the night would be a complete waste if the Word of God was not spoken I mean after all that's actually God's word and that what He would've wanted me to speak about rather than my rantings about how life works and so I started with a word of prayer where I asked God to guard my lips and to open our hearts that His word would enter it and later on I just spoke.
And to my amazement I was just speaking out words which up to now are a mystery to me that I could explain and expound on Scripture and that I could fluently convey my thoughts to the people I am with at the moment. Truly it was the Holy Spirit that spoke since I know for a fact that I am not that great as a speaker.
The message was that I spoke was about the question: 'what am I living for?' and so it went on for I think about more than an hour but it was worth it I have never seen the Spirit worked with such in my life that he turned my weakness in speaking a strength to speak up and it was one of the things that I also asked my kuya Benjie to pray for earlier the boldness to speak up and as it turned out it was God who chose to speak His word through me.
After that we all decided to go to UP Sunken Garden and on our way there I also had a very in-depth talk with Xander with regards to his question with regards to his faith and his relationship with God and I think it the talk really did clear a lot of things for him. And until that moment I am still at a state of amazement that I could answer his questions in light of Scripture, and later on I was also able to talk with Jeanie's students concerning Christian stuff, and I must say it was really quite an experience since I have never talked so much about God to a number of people.
So as the talk went on one of Jeanie's disciples asked me about my question with regards to what am I living for and in surprised I just gave her this answer which actually came from the apostle Paul where I just said I chose simply to live for God using this passage: "To live is Christ to die is gain." I wasn't quite sure if it was the best answer that anyone could give here but that was what I just spoke there, but as the night ended and as I got myself ready to go to bed the question still lingered to me since what I answered was really vauge and not as specific to pertain to the details of my life.
'What am I living for' anyway? When I was in college I was living to advance a lot of good causes, but now that I am 24 and have already been assimilated into the system that I used to oppose a lot, what really am I living for?
Then as if out of nowhere it a phrase that I believed I saw a long time ago at a bookstore shelf, suddenly poped out of my head. The phrase reads like something like this: "Secular work is fulltime ministry."
And come to think of it its really true God gives us ministries where he predestined us to be effective and my work right now is involved involved with website maintenance and development, which I suppose that's where I ought to make my life a witness to others. And in this case via using this blog, since it really is about me giving away stuff about my life, and therefore I chose to use it and I know that this is this one place where I could be as transparent that I could get to you people since as I've said earlier I am not good at speaking but in writing so I guess this secular 'thing' that I am doing is the means that I must use to be a witness to the world and therefore I chose to use it.
This Is The Second Day That I Am Living My Life As A 24 Year Old
I don't know really why, but as of this moment I don't feel that old to say the least I mean just yesterday I celebrated my birthday with Jeanie, as well as with my family and my buddy Laix and I must admit that the idea that I have been celebrating my 24th year of existence here on this tiny blue planet called Earth has made me realize that I am really that old. And that I am already way on my way to becoming 30 years old and so on, and as strange as it may sound I still somewhat feel that the day that I started out in high school very much still seemed like just a few ago and the day that I graduated from college seemed like yesterday and that don't feel that old at all though that may be a problem especially for those of you who are among the dogmatic crowd that says I ought to act my age and that the way I am living my life right now does not reflect my age as well as in the way that I dress or view the aspect of life in itself, I mean I still dress the way that I dress when I was still in college I still pretty much sport that sort-of 'punk' look which have been somewhat bastardized nowadays no thanks to Simple Plan, NFG and all those lousy New School Punks on Drive-Thru Records. I still adhere to the DIY ethic whereupon I live a life that is opposed to the norm that is dictated by the capitalist powers that be which is one of the reasons why after two years of living in the corporate world and at the same time becoming a part of its free trade mechanism I have still continued to presserve myself from being assimilated into the irrelevant oblivion of the yuppie culture that sorrounds me. And that is why I guess a lot of people are continually trying to drive their nail of 'you ought to act your age' into my thick skull. After all I still don't like to hear pop music, even if its what I hear all day here in the office, I still don't dress the way that the yuppie scums do though I wear the tie and coat but I can still manage to stand out by me constant refusal of wearing the torturous leather shoes that they all wear and instead show favor to my trusty sneakers and skate shoes. I still buy my clothes in second hand shops in Cubao, and I still haven't entered a disco even a beer house nor a pub. So if people would be basing the acting of one's age to those abouve said standards wouldn't it make sense that those are the exact reasons why our country is so down on the drain right now we are all under the spectacle of hedonistic self-gratifications and corporate market values as dictated by the mainstream media? We have all ceased the idea of youthfull innocence and replaced it with a misguided value system of merely trying to compensate ourselves with the notion that we control our lives and we can live it as much as we want to at the expense of defining it as maturity. But if we'd look at it closely we are no less than mere victims of the powers that are making us live our lives to be merely drifting to any tide of fashion, lifestyle, culture and the like. And right now as I look at the event that transpired in my birthday yesterday I find it no coincidence that God allowed me to obtain two such meaningful Christian books C.S. Lewis', The Great Divorce and Paul E. Little's, Know What You Believe, which as I belive are two great doctrinal books that could help us in assessing how we are living our lives right now in a manner that is more profound than Rick Warren's Purpose Driven since the two books are more grounded in the aspect of Biblical Scriptures which is basically the only revolutionary book that has ever been in existence and since those two books speaks more on doctrine rather than appeal to our emotions, and since this country is a nation that boasts of its identity as a Christian nation I guess these two books are worthy of our attention because it appeals to the Christian side in everyone of us who seeks to affirm what we profess to believe in but also to question the way we live our lives at the present. And if you ask me now that is a sign of maturity, so I guess those two books would be of greatest relevance now that I am starting out on living my life that's worth of my age.
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New Graphics?
By now all you regular visitors of this site have already seen the new look of thist site, as well as in the changes over at Pinay Blood Rush.
And right now I'd just like to share to you the recent changes in this site as well as in Pinay Blood Rush as opposed to its old appearance well anyways there's nothing special about this really but I just want to show you the looks of the graphics that I've created for these two sites courtesy of the collective interaction of MS Word, MS Paint, Adobe Photoshop and ACDSee.
Anyways I hope this would be of value.
Here's the graphics that I've recently uploaded to Pinay Blood Rush
Just click on the image to see the whole picture.
The Logo
The Background
While here are the stuff that I've changed here at m35b
The Logo
This site started out with the basic Blog template that I used but within a span
of a few weeks I decided to personalize it.
And from there on I came up with a logo that at first looked like this:
But just yesterday I decided to turn it into something like this:
While for the background I customized it with a background that looks like this:
And later on I changed it into something like this: 
Anyways there's really nothing that special with these stuff but I don hope that you've found this post of value.
Thanks.
And right now I'd just like to share to you the recent changes in this site as well as in Pinay Blood Rush as opposed to its old appearance well anyways there's nothing special about this really but I just want to show you the looks of the graphics that I've created for these two sites courtesy of the collective interaction of MS Word, MS Paint, Adobe Photoshop and ACDSee.
Anyways I hope this would be of value.
Here's the graphics that I've recently uploaded to Pinay Blood Rush
Just click on the image to see the whole picture.
The Logo
The Background
While here are the stuff that I've changed here at m35b
The Logo
This site started out with the basic Blog template that I used but within a span
of a few weeks I decided to personalize it.
And from there on I came up with a logo that at first looked like this:
But just yesterday I decided to turn it into something like this:
While for the background I customized it with a background that looks like this:
And later on I changed it into something like this: 
Anyways there's really nothing that special with these stuff but I don hope that you've found this post of value.
Thanks.
What on Earth is M35B Anyway?
M35B has been around for quite a while now and I am not sure how many of you are wondering what it is about.
For starters it is an address, you see this is the address of our house down on Teacher's Village where I experienced many of the fondest moments in my life, it is Malingap Street, 35-B the place where I grew up and shared my life with the people I grew up with. Where I have seen my brothers one by one leave the house to part ways and establish families of their own. Where I played with my nephew, (Gato and now Arno, Ciro, Gabriel, Julian and Linus), my niece Lea Grace, my dog (Odie) and occasionally my cousins, (Kuya Joey and Ate Yayi.) The place where in the idea of forming a band came into order, when I first learned my first chord progression of guitar chords. Where I've had countless conversations about anything and everything with my father. Where spent the afternoon with my mother picking fleas from our dog's infested back. When I first received that life-changing phone from Jeanie and most importantly where I prayed to accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior.
M35B is also a relic, in the sense that it is merely a venue for the comings and goings of events that have in their own way contributed to the person that I am today. And to think that there are people in my family who are quietly scheming to sell this 'priceless' relic for money makes me shudder enough to write these lines from The Little Prince, all over my room:
"Whether it's a house, the stars or the dessert; what makes their beauty is invisible."
As a silent sign of protest to what might happen to such a rich treasure of memories that could only be found here in the heart of M35B. And that this blog was subliminally birthed out of the fact that the beautiful blue apartment in front of our house is has now been demolished and that it is my perpetual wish to spend my dying days in this richly laden box of joys and pains.
Another is that it is a band aptly called M35B which was basically the name thought off since it is the greatest common denominator for the music that I have come to play with Laixander Naguit, Cedric Buenviaje and Jarme Mondragon. It is the band that was to play the soundtrack of our lives and the anthem of our anxieties during our phase nihilistic teenage rebellion.
And lastly M35B is about me manifesting my hopes struggles and victories in this miniscule space in the World Wide Web, screaming at the nothingness and pondering the meaning of life in light of Biblical scripture, practical experiences, and cultural preferences.
It is my personal Book of Eccleciastes where I would start out with the pondering of the meaningless of it all and where I would end it with the exhortation to, "remember our Creator in the days of our youth." So as to voice out a positive statement to live our lives fully in light of God's grace and gift of salvation but also of encouragement to make something out of our lives while we still can because truly life is for us to live.
So if I were to ask you what M35B means to you I guess you'd better hasten my tongue and ask yourself whether you still find time to look into your own personal M35B.
For starters it is an address, you see this is the address of our house down on Teacher's Village where I experienced many of the fondest moments in my life, it is Malingap Street, 35-B the place where I grew up and shared my life with the people I grew up with. Where I have seen my brothers one by one leave the house to part ways and establish families of their own. Where I played with my nephew, (Gato and now Arno, Ciro, Gabriel, Julian and Linus), my niece Lea Grace, my dog (Odie) and occasionally my cousins, (Kuya Joey and Ate Yayi.) The place where in the idea of forming a band came into order, when I first learned my first chord progression of guitar chords. Where I've had countless conversations about anything and everything with my father. Where spent the afternoon with my mother picking fleas from our dog's infested back. When I first received that life-changing phone from Jeanie and most importantly where I prayed to accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior.
M35B is also a relic, in the sense that it is merely a venue for the comings and goings of events that have in their own way contributed to the person that I am today. And to think that there are people in my family who are quietly scheming to sell this 'priceless' relic for money makes me shudder enough to write these lines from The Little Prince, all over my room:
"Whether it's a house, the stars or the dessert; what makes their beauty is invisible."
As a silent sign of protest to what might happen to such a rich treasure of memories that could only be found here in the heart of M35B. And that this blog was subliminally birthed out of the fact that the beautiful blue apartment in front of our house is has now been demolished and that it is my perpetual wish to spend my dying days in this richly laden box of joys and pains.
Another is that it is a band aptly called M35B which was basically the name thought off since it is the greatest common denominator for the music that I have come to play with Laixander Naguit, Cedric Buenviaje and Jarme Mondragon. It is the band that was to play the soundtrack of our lives and the anthem of our anxieties during our phase nihilistic teenage rebellion.
And lastly M35B is about me manifesting my hopes struggles and victories in this miniscule space in the World Wide Web, screaming at the nothingness and pondering the meaning of life in light of Biblical scripture, practical experiences, and cultural preferences.
It is my personal Book of Eccleciastes where I would start out with the pondering of the meaningless of it all and where I would end it with the exhortation to, "remember our Creator in the days of our youth." So as to voice out a positive statement to live our lives fully in light of God's grace and gift of salvation but also of encouragement to make something out of our lives while we still can because truly life is for us to live.
So if I were to ask you what M35B means to you I guess you'd better hasten my tongue and ask yourself whether you still find time to look into your own personal M35B.
Dead Muse?
Every musician has his or her muse and most of them would give us the safest and obvious ones like: Mariah, Micheal Jackson, John Williams etc. Or if ever you'd be asked to name a late singer, musician that has affected your music most answers would be bordering over the so-called norm like: Frank Sinatra, Kurt Cobain, John Lennon, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Fredy Mercury etc.
But if I were to be asked I'd have to say: Sid Vicious, Joey Ramone, Joe Strummer, Darby Crash and Dee Dee Ramone. These people serve as a great inspiration to me with their cool nihilistic outlook towards music.
And for the benefit of those who are not so familiar with them yet try to check this out:
Sid Vicious
John Simon Ritchie (May 10, 1957 - February 2, 1979), better known as Sid Vicious, was an English punk rock musician and member of the Sex Pistols. He died from a drug overdose at the age of 21.
Vicious, whose stage name was allegedly named after his friend John Lydon's (aka Johny Rotten) pet hamster, was born in London. During his early years he moved with his mother to the Spanish island of Ibiza where she made a living from selling drugs, although they later moved back and again settled in London. The nickname was also important because his group of friends, including Johnny Rotten, were mostly named John and because of his often vicious personality.
Vicious was initially part of the Bromley Contingent, the group of followers and fans of the Sex Pistols that consituted the fashion avant garde of the early UK punk rock movement. He began his musical career as a member of The Flowers of Romance along with Keith Levine and Jah Wobble, who later went on to co-found John Lydon's post-Pistols project Public Image Limited. Shortly afterwards he was recruited to Siouxsie and the Banshees, playing drums at their notorious first gig at the 100 Club Punk Festival in London's Oxford Street.
Described as being "the ultimate Sex Pistols fan", Vicious joined the group after the departure of bass player Glen Matlock in February 1977. Legend has it that manager Malcolm McLaren wanted Vicious in the band because of his looks and punk attitude, it was said "If Rotten is the voice of punk, then Vicious is the look." This "punk persona" counted far more than any actual playing ability. In fact Vicious was notoriously inept musically, and according to Jon Savage's biography of the Sex Pistols, England's Dreaming, most of the bass parts on the band's later recordings were actually played by guitarist Steve Jones, and at live performances his amplifier was often switched off. Reportedly, Sid asked Lemmy Kilmister from Motörhead to teach him to play bass. He said "I can't play bass" and Lemmy's reply was "I know". According to Lemmy, Sid Vicious was a hopeless student.
Although "deep down, a shy person", according to the band's photographer Dennis Morris, Vicious was renowned for his violent streak. At the aforementioned 100 Club punk festival, a glass was thrown which shattered against a pillar, causing a young girl to lose her sight in one eye. Vicious is widely believed to have been responsible, but this was never proven. At the same event he also assaulted NME journalist Nick Kent with a bicycle chain and on another occasion threatened BBC DJ and Old Grey Whistle Test presenter Bob Harris at a London nightclub.
In November 1977 Vicious met and soon after began a relationship with American Nancy Laura Spungen, who, legend has it, had come to London "to sleep with a Sex Pistol". Spungen was a heroin addict, and inevitably Vicious, who was already believing in his own "live fast, die young" mythology, came to share this dependence. Although deeply in love with each other, their often violent relationship had a disastrous effect on the Sex Pistols, with both the group and Vicious visibly deteriorating throughout the course of their 1978 American tour. Things finally came to a head at their concert at the Winterland Ballroom, San Francisco on January 14, when Johnny Rotten walked out of the band. Vicious also left shortly afterwards, and with Spungen acting as his 'manager', embarked upon a short and ignoble "solo career".
By this time Vicious and Spungen had become locked in their own world of drug addiction and self-destruction. Contemporary interview footage shows the couple attempting to answer questions from their bed: Spungen is barely coherent whilst Vicious lapses in and out of consciousness. Vicious also came very close to death following a heroin overdose, and was, for a while, hospitalised.
On the morning of 12th October 1978 Vicious awoke from a drug-induced stupour to find Spungen dead in their apartment at the Hotel Chelsea, Room 100 in New York. She had been killed by a single stab wound to her abdomen. Vicious was arrested and charged with her murder, although he claimed to have no memory at all of the previous night's incidents. Bail of $50,000 was put up by Virgin Records at the request of Malcolm McLaren, and in February 1979, a party was held at the home of his new girlfriend Michelle Robinson to celebrate his release. During his time at Rikers Island prison, Vicious had undergone drug rehabilitation therapy, and was supposedly "clean". However, at the party, he was able to obtain some heroin (supplied by his mother, Ann Beverley, herself an ex-addict), and was discovered dead the following morning, having taken a large overdose. Speculation has persisted that Vicious, unable to live without his beloved Nancy, took his own life. He wrote the following poem about her:
You were my little baby girl,
I knew all your fears.
Such joy to hold you in my arms
and kiss away your tears.
But now your gone, theres only pain
and nothing I can do.
And I don't want to live this life,
If I can't live for you.
After his death, his mother phoned Nancy's mother to request that Sid be buried next to Nancy, and she declined. So late at night, Sid's mother jumped the graveyard fence where Nancy was buried and scatered his ashes over his beloved for them to be together for all time.
Sid Sings, a solo album, was released posthumously by Virgin records. This was largely a collection of poorly recorded cover versions of rock-'n'-roll numbers such as "C'Mon Everybody" and "Something Else" by Eddie Cochran, and material by Iggy Pop and Johnny Thunders, as well as a rendition of the Paul Anka / Frank Sinatra standard "My Way". Striking footage of Vicious' performance of this song provides the closing sequence of Julien Temple's film The Great Rock and Roll Swindle.
A fictionalised film account of the relationship between Vicious and Spungen, Sid and Nancy, was made by director Alex Cox in 1986.
Joey Ramone
Jeffrey Hyman (May 19, 1951–April 15, 2001), better known as Joey Ramone, was the vocalist for the legendary punk rock group The Ramones.
Joey grew up in Forest Hills, Queens. His mother, Charlotte, encouraged both him and his brother's interest in music. Joey was a fan of The Who, among other bands. He took up drums in his early teen years and was originally the drummer for the Ramones. Upon realization that some particular parts of the band didn't work, he became the vocalist. Both Joey and future bandmates attended Forest Hills High School.
After the skyrocketing success of the Ramones in the early seventies and throughout the 80's and 90's, their eventual end led to Joey's brief solo career, which included his album, Don't Worry About Me.
Joey died of lymphoma on April 15th, 2001.
On November 30th, 2003, Joey Ramone Place was officially named a new street in New York City. It is located alongside the block where The Ramones got their start at CBGB. His birthday is annually celebrated by many.
Joe Strummer
John Graham Mellor (August 21, 1952 - December 22, 2002), better known as Joe Strummer, was the co-founder and lead singer of punk rock band The Clash, and later The Mescaleros.
Before forming the Clash, he played in the Vultures and The 101ers. The Clash were the most musically diverse and overtly political of the original English punk bands. Strummer was involved with controversial Anti-Nazi League and Rock Against Racism campaigns. He later also gave his support to the Rock Against the Rich series of concerts organised by anarchist organisation Class War. The Clash's London Calling album was voted best album of the 1980s by Rolling Stone magazine.
After the disbanding of the Clash, he acted in a few movies, recorded movie soundtracks (notably "Love Kills" for the film Sid and Nancy) and experimented with different backing bands with limited success. Finally, in the mid- to late-1990s, Strummer gathered top-flight musicians into a backing band he called The Mescaleros. Strummer signed with the Californian punk label Hellcat Records, and issued a stunning album co-written with Anthony Genn, called Rock Art and the X-Ray Style. A tour of England and North America soon followed; sets included several Clash-fan favourites.
Following the release of Global A Go-Go, Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros mounted a 21-date tour of North America, Britain, and Ireland. Once again, these concerts featured Clash material ("London Calling", "Rudie Can't Fail"), as well as classic covers of reggae hits ("The Harder They Come", "A Message To You, Rudie") and regularly closed the show with a nod to the late Joey Ramone by playing The Ramones' "Blitzkrieg Bop".
They also toured Australia in 2000 with the Big Day Out concert series, to a very warm reception.
Shortly before his death Joe Strummer and Bono of U2 co-wrote a song, "46664", for Nelson Mandela as part of a campaign against AIDS in Africa. Strummer had been scheduled to play at Mandela's SOS fundraising concert in February 2003 on Robben Island.
Strummer died on December 22, 2002 in his home at Broomfield in Somerset, England, the victim of a heart attack. His untimely death at age 50 shocked and saddened a generation of fans to whom he had been an inspirational figure.
He had especially been a massive influence on all of the members of Manic Street Preachers as listening to The Clash had inspired them to form a band.
At the time of his death Strummer was working on another album, which was released posthumously in October 2003 under the title Streetcore.
At the Grammy Awards in February 2003, London Calling was performed by Elvis Costello, Bruce Springsteen, Steven van Zandt, Dave Grohl, Pete Thomas and Tony Kanal in tribute to Strummer.
In March 2003, The Clash were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
In addition to his music, Strummer was instrumental in setting up Future Forests, an organisation dedicated to planting trees in various parts of the world in order to combat global warming. Strummer was the first artist to make the recording, pressing and distribution of his records carbon neutral through the planting of trees. Many other artists such as Foo Fighters, Coldplay and Pink Floyd have followed suit and fans can visit the Future Forests website to buy trees to be planted in their favourite artists' forest.
His 1975 marriage to Pamela Moolman ended in divorce. He married Lucinda Tait in 1995. He had no children with either wife, but had two daughters by Gaby Parker.
Strummer also dabbled in acting, and had some major roles in some minor films.
Darby Crash
Darby Crash was born Jan Paul Beahm in December 1959. He had a very rough childhood, with his biological father leaving him, his mother being a devotee of Scientology and his older brother dying of a heroin overdose. In 1972 he set out to find his true father, tragically to find he was also dead. In 1976 he met Pat Smear and thusly formed Sophistifuck and the Revlon Spam Queens. They then changed it to The Germs. The Germs became a huge Los Angeles punk band, known for their chaotic live shows. Crash broke up the Germs (who once included future Go-Go Belinda Carlisle) only to die of a heroin overdose in 1980 on the same day that John Lennon was killed.. His legacy has carried on past the release of The Germs (MIA): The Complete Anthology, in 1993.
Dee Dee Ramone
Dee Dee Ramone, born Douglas Colvin (September 18, 1952 - June 5, 2002) was a founding member of The Ramones, a heavily influential punk band. He was the bass player with the band until his departure in 1989 (though he did continue to write songs for the band).
In 1987 Dee Dee started a brief career as rapper Dee Dee King, and then formed The Chinese Dragons as well as several other bands. He reunited with The Ramones one last time in 1996.
Dee Dee was found dead in June 2002, by his wife. A heroin overdose was the official cause of death. He is interred in the Hollywood Forever Memorial Park Cemetery in Hollywood, California.
Ian Curtis
Ian Kevin Curtis (July 15, 1956 - May 18, 1980) was an English singer and songwriter, born in Stretford, England. Curtis lived most of his life in Macclesfield, England.
Ian Curtis is notable as the singer and lyricist with the band Joy Division, which he helped form in 1977 in Manchester, England.
Curtis developed a unique dancing style, which mirrored the epileptic fits he experienced late in life--so much so that at times audience members were unsure whether he was dancing or having a seizure. He also possessed an eerie baritone voice, which he used to great effect in the songs Joy Division created. As well as suffering from epilepsy, his life was plagued by depression. He committed suicide by hanging in his kitchen the night before Joy Division was to embark on its first American tour. Curtis' death led to the creation of New Order by Joy Division's remaining members.
Curtis was cremated and buried in Macclesfield, with the inscription on his memorial stone reading, "Love Will Tear Us Apart." The epitaph, chosen by his widow Deborah Curtis, is a reference to Joy Division's best-known song.
In the mid-1990s, Curtis' widow Deborah Curtis wrote Touching from a Distance, a biographical account of their marriage, in part detailing his infidelity
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But if I were to be asked I'd have to say: Sid Vicious, Joey Ramone, Joe Strummer, Darby Crash and Dee Dee Ramone. These people serve as a great inspiration to me with their cool nihilistic outlook towards music.
And for the benefit of those who are not so familiar with them yet try to check this out:
Sid Vicious
John Simon Ritchie (May 10, 1957 - February 2, 1979), better known as Sid Vicious, was an English punk rock musician and member of the Sex Pistols. He died from a drug overdose at the age of 21.
Vicious, whose stage name was allegedly named after his friend John Lydon's (aka Johny Rotten) pet hamster, was born in London. During his early years he moved with his mother to the Spanish island of Ibiza where she made a living from selling drugs, although they later moved back and again settled in London. The nickname was also important because his group of friends, including Johnny Rotten, were mostly named John and because of his often vicious personality.
Vicious was initially part of the Bromley Contingent, the group of followers and fans of the Sex Pistols that consituted the fashion avant garde of the early UK punk rock movement. He began his musical career as a member of The Flowers of Romance along with Keith Levine and Jah Wobble, who later went on to co-found John Lydon's post-Pistols project Public Image Limited. Shortly afterwards he was recruited to Siouxsie and the Banshees, playing drums at their notorious first gig at the 100 Club Punk Festival in London's Oxford Street.
Described as being "the ultimate Sex Pistols fan", Vicious joined the group after the departure of bass player Glen Matlock in February 1977. Legend has it that manager Malcolm McLaren wanted Vicious in the band because of his looks and punk attitude, it was said "If Rotten is the voice of punk, then Vicious is the look." This "punk persona" counted far more than any actual playing ability. In fact Vicious was notoriously inept musically, and according to Jon Savage's biography of the Sex Pistols, England's Dreaming, most of the bass parts on the band's later recordings were actually played by guitarist Steve Jones, and at live performances his amplifier was often switched off. Reportedly, Sid asked Lemmy Kilmister from Motörhead to teach him to play bass. He said "I can't play bass" and Lemmy's reply was "I know". According to Lemmy, Sid Vicious was a hopeless student.
Although "deep down, a shy person", according to the band's photographer Dennis Morris, Vicious was renowned for his violent streak. At the aforementioned 100 Club punk festival, a glass was thrown which shattered against a pillar, causing a young girl to lose her sight in one eye. Vicious is widely believed to have been responsible, but this was never proven. At the same event he also assaulted NME journalist Nick Kent with a bicycle chain and on another occasion threatened BBC DJ and Old Grey Whistle Test presenter Bob Harris at a London nightclub.
In November 1977 Vicious met and soon after began a relationship with American Nancy Laura Spungen, who, legend has it, had come to London "to sleep with a Sex Pistol". Spungen was a heroin addict, and inevitably Vicious, who was already believing in his own "live fast, die young" mythology, came to share this dependence. Although deeply in love with each other, their often violent relationship had a disastrous effect on the Sex Pistols, with both the group and Vicious visibly deteriorating throughout the course of their 1978 American tour. Things finally came to a head at their concert at the Winterland Ballroom, San Francisco on January 14, when Johnny Rotten walked out of the band. Vicious also left shortly afterwards, and with Spungen acting as his 'manager', embarked upon a short and ignoble "solo career".
By this time Vicious and Spungen had become locked in their own world of drug addiction and self-destruction. Contemporary interview footage shows the couple attempting to answer questions from their bed: Spungen is barely coherent whilst Vicious lapses in and out of consciousness. Vicious also came very close to death following a heroin overdose, and was, for a while, hospitalised.
On the morning of 12th October 1978 Vicious awoke from a drug-induced stupour to find Spungen dead in their apartment at the Hotel Chelsea, Room 100 in New York. She had been killed by a single stab wound to her abdomen. Vicious was arrested and charged with her murder, although he claimed to have no memory at all of the previous night's incidents. Bail of $50,000 was put up by Virgin Records at the request of Malcolm McLaren, and in February 1979, a party was held at the home of his new girlfriend Michelle Robinson to celebrate his release. During his time at Rikers Island prison, Vicious had undergone drug rehabilitation therapy, and was supposedly "clean". However, at the party, he was able to obtain some heroin (supplied by his mother, Ann Beverley, herself an ex-addict), and was discovered dead the following morning, having taken a large overdose. Speculation has persisted that Vicious, unable to live without his beloved Nancy, took his own life. He wrote the following poem about her:
You were my little baby girl,
I knew all your fears.
Such joy to hold you in my arms
and kiss away your tears.
But now your gone, theres only pain
and nothing I can do.
And I don't want to live this life,
If I can't live for you.
After his death, his mother phoned Nancy's mother to request that Sid be buried next to Nancy, and she declined. So late at night, Sid's mother jumped the graveyard fence where Nancy was buried and scatered his ashes over his beloved for them to be together for all time.
Sid Sings, a solo album, was released posthumously by Virgin records. This was largely a collection of poorly recorded cover versions of rock-'n'-roll numbers such as "C'Mon Everybody" and "Something Else" by Eddie Cochran, and material by Iggy Pop and Johnny Thunders, as well as a rendition of the Paul Anka / Frank Sinatra standard "My Way". Striking footage of Vicious' performance of this song provides the closing sequence of Julien Temple's film The Great Rock and Roll Swindle.
A fictionalised film account of the relationship between Vicious and Spungen, Sid and Nancy, was made by director Alex Cox in 1986.
Joey Ramone
Jeffrey Hyman (May 19, 1951–April 15, 2001), better known as Joey Ramone, was the vocalist for the legendary punk rock group The Ramones.
Joey grew up in Forest Hills, Queens. His mother, Charlotte, encouraged both him and his brother's interest in music. Joey was a fan of The Who, among other bands. He took up drums in his early teen years and was originally the drummer for the Ramones. Upon realization that some particular parts of the band didn't work, he became the vocalist. Both Joey and future bandmates attended Forest Hills High School.
After the skyrocketing success of the Ramones in the early seventies and throughout the 80's and 90's, their eventual end led to Joey's brief solo career, which included his album, Don't Worry About Me.
Joey died of lymphoma on April 15th, 2001.
On November 30th, 2003, Joey Ramone Place was officially named a new street in New York City. It is located alongside the block where The Ramones got their start at CBGB. His birthday is annually celebrated by many.
Joe Strummer
John Graham Mellor (August 21, 1952 - December 22, 2002), better known as Joe Strummer, was the co-founder and lead singer of punk rock band The Clash, and later The Mescaleros.
Before forming the Clash, he played in the Vultures and The 101ers. The Clash were the most musically diverse and overtly political of the original English punk bands. Strummer was involved with controversial Anti-Nazi League and Rock Against Racism campaigns. He later also gave his support to the Rock Against the Rich series of concerts organised by anarchist organisation Class War. The Clash's London Calling album was voted best album of the 1980s by Rolling Stone magazine.
After the disbanding of the Clash, he acted in a few movies, recorded movie soundtracks (notably "Love Kills" for the film Sid and Nancy) and experimented with different backing bands with limited success. Finally, in the mid- to late-1990s, Strummer gathered top-flight musicians into a backing band he called The Mescaleros. Strummer signed with the Californian punk label Hellcat Records, and issued a stunning album co-written with Anthony Genn, called Rock Art and the X-Ray Style. A tour of England and North America soon followed; sets included several Clash-fan favourites.
Following the release of Global A Go-Go, Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros mounted a 21-date tour of North America, Britain, and Ireland. Once again, these concerts featured Clash material ("London Calling", "Rudie Can't Fail"), as well as classic covers of reggae hits ("The Harder They Come", "A Message To You, Rudie") and regularly closed the show with a nod to the late Joey Ramone by playing The Ramones' "Blitzkrieg Bop".
They also toured Australia in 2000 with the Big Day Out concert series, to a very warm reception.
Shortly before his death Joe Strummer and Bono of U2 co-wrote a song, "46664", for Nelson Mandela as part of a campaign against AIDS in Africa. Strummer had been scheduled to play at Mandela's SOS fundraising concert in February 2003 on Robben Island.
Strummer died on December 22, 2002 in his home at Broomfield in Somerset, England, the victim of a heart attack. His untimely death at age 50 shocked and saddened a generation of fans to whom he had been an inspirational figure.
He had especially been a massive influence on all of the members of Manic Street Preachers as listening to The Clash had inspired them to form a band.
At the time of his death Strummer was working on another album, which was released posthumously in October 2003 under the title Streetcore.
At the Grammy Awards in February 2003, London Calling was performed by Elvis Costello, Bruce Springsteen, Steven van Zandt, Dave Grohl, Pete Thomas and Tony Kanal in tribute to Strummer.
In March 2003, The Clash were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
In addition to his music, Strummer was instrumental in setting up Future Forests, an organisation dedicated to planting trees in various parts of the world in order to combat global warming. Strummer was the first artist to make the recording, pressing and distribution of his records carbon neutral through the planting of trees. Many other artists such as Foo Fighters, Coldplay and Pink Floyd have followed suit and fans can visit the Future Forests website to buy trees to be planted in their favourite artists' forest.
His 1975 marriage to Pamela Moolman ended in divorce. He married Lucinda Tait in 1995. He had no children with either wife, but had two daughters by Gaby Parker.
Strummer also dabbled in acting, and had some major roles in some minor films.
Darby Crash
Darby Crash was born Jan Paul Beahm in December 1959. He had a very rough childhood, with his biological father leaving him, his mother being a devotee of Scientology and his older brother dying of a heroin overdose. In 1972 he set out to find his true father, tragically to find he was also dead. In 1976 he met Pat Smear and thusly formed Sophistifuck and the Revlon Spam Queens. They then changed it to The Germs. The Germs became a huge Los Angeles punk band, known for their chaotic live shows. Crash broke up the Germs (who once included future Go-Go Belinda Carlisle) only to die of a heroin overdose in 1980 on the same day that John Lennon was killed.. His legacy has carried on past the release of The Germs (MIA): The Complete Anthology, in 1993.
Dee Dee Ramone
Dee Dee Ramone, born Douglas Colvin (September 18, 1952 - June 5, 2002) was a founding member of The Ramones, a heavily influential punk band. He was the bass player with the band until his departure in 1989 (though he did continue to write songs for the band).
In 1987 Dee Dee started a brief career as rapper Dee Dee King, and then formed The Chinese Dragons as well as several other bands. He reunited with The Ramones one last time in 1996.
Dee Dee was found dead in June 2002, by his wife. A heroin overdose was the official cause of death. He is interred in the Hollywood Forever Memorial Park Cemetery in Hollywood, California.
Ian Curtis
Ian Kevin Curtis (July 15, 1956 - May 18, 1980) was an English singer and songwriter, born in Stretford, England. Curtis lived most of his life in Macclesfield, England.
Ian Curtis is notable as the singer and lyricist with the band Joy Division, which he helped form in 1977 in Manchester, England.
Curtis developed a unique dancing style, which mirrored the epileptic fits he experienced late in life--so much so that at times audience members were unsure whether he was dancing or having a seizure. He also possessed an eerie baritone voice, which he used to great effect in the songs Joy Division created. As well as suffering from epilepsy, his life was plagued by depression. He committed suicide by hanging in his kitchen the night before Joy Division was to embark on its first American tour. Curtis' death led to the creation of New Order by Joy Division's remaining members.
Curtis was cremated and buried in Macclesfield, with the inscription on his memorial stone reading, "Love Will Tear Us Apart." The epitaph, chosen by his widow Deborah Curtis, is a reference to Joy Division's best-known song.
In the mid-1990s, Curtis' widow Deborah Curtis wrote Touching from a Distance, a biographical account of their marriage, in part detailing his infidelity
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To Experience A Blood Rush Is To Experience Being Human
Today is indeed a day that's fitting for celebrations. I know that it has been quite a while since I've posted since I have a ton of work to do and that I also don't have access to the net on weekends, but nevertheless I'm back here spilling my guts to all of you whom I practically continue to bug with my rantings and loathings in life. As for celebrations.
My father's celebrated his birthday just yesterday and as of 2:oo AM of June 20 Pinay Blood Rush's gears have come into full swing as with the publishing of its posts here at blogspot.
I tried to look at the dictionary meaning for the term 'blood rush' to my surprise there isn't one none that I know of anyway. But instead the dictionary querry came up with the definitions of the two words namely: Blood & Rush
Blood taken in the abovegiven context basically translates to this: temperament or disposition.
While Rush given in light of what is written above could be defined as the swift release of a store of affective force.
And what does this mean basically since this is a blog this translate to the personal extasy that one experiences at certain points in their lives, and as some would say they are very few.
But I would beg to differ, perspectives may vary when one's life basically goes through the motions of routine and adheramce to the consistent patronizing of linearity, but one must come to grasp the idea that everyday is not as relative to the day before as it would be to the day after.
It makes your head itch doesn't it?
Well it should I meant it that way so that we won't just go with the motions, though I know a lot of you who are reading this as of the moment are irritated with the notion that I am manipulating you to change your viewpoint of the world to one that is akin to mine. I apologize for that, but I guess the real reason behind all this is that I just want to remind all of you that each day is unique in itself and that we need to look at things in light of counting our blessings, and looking past the notions that contemporary society and the norm has set up for us, because we often busy ourselves with merely goingh through the flow of living our lives one day at a time, aimlessly drifting to the tide of fads, and routine we might as well secede from our humanity and forfit our free will for we are no better that robots. Now what does this have to do with 'blood rush'?
Think about what you're feeling right now?
Didn't I mention earlier that this is supposed to make your head itch?
Well don't you get it?
The itching of your head is basically the sensation of blood flowing to the cervixes and nerve impluses of your brain, due to a sudden rush of information.
Thus the itch is the immediate result of a rush of blood stimulated by the stuff that you're reading here and I say that to feel that itch is good because it reminds me of being human and that's exactly how I feel when I glanced at Pinay Blood Rush which is authored by my beloved Jeanie who for obvious reasons is way better than I am at translating her thoughts into words so if you have the time please do visit her blog by clicking here----->(Blog) and try to ponder the thoughts written there in light of what I've written here.
Today is 12 noon here at the office and another 12 hours from now would be the dawn of another now think about this would you view tomorrow as another day to go through the sequence of going through the husstles and busstles of everyday living or would you welcome it as the beginning of the rest of your life?
My father's celebrated his birthday just yesterday and as of 2:oo AM of June 20 Pinay Blood Rush's gears have come into full swing as with the publishing of its posts here at blogspot.
I tried to look at the dictionary meaning for the term 'blood rush' to my surprise there isn't one none that I know of anyway. But instead the dictionary querry came up with the definitions of the two words namely: Blood & Rush
Blood taken in the abovegiven context basically translates to this: temperament or disposition.
While Rush given in light of what is written above could be defined as the swift release of a store of affective force.
And what does this mean basically since this is a blog this translate to the personal extasy that one experiences at certain points in their lives, and as some would say they are very few.
But I would beg to differ, perspectives may vary when one's life basically goes through the motions of routine and adheramce to the consistent patronizing of linearity, but one must come to grasp the idea that everyday is not as relative to the day before as it would be to the day after.
It makes your head itch doesn't it?
Well it should I meant it that way so that we won't just go with the motions, though I know a lot of you who are reading this as of the moment are irritated with the notion that I am manipulating you to change your viewpoint of the world to one that is akin to mine. I apologize for that, but I guess the real reason behind all this is that I just want to remind all of you that each day is unique in itself and that we need to look at things in light of counting our blessings, and looking past the notions that contemporary society and the norm has set up for us, because we often busy ourselves with merely goingh through the flow of living our lives one day at a time, aimlessly drifting to the tide of fads, and routine we might as well secede from our humanity and forfit our free will for we are no better that robots. Now what does this have to do with 'blood rush'?
Think about what you're feeling right now?
Didn't I mention earlier that this is supposed to make your head itch?
Well don't you get it?
The itching of your head is basically the sensation of blood flowing to the cervixes and nerve impluses of your brain, due to a sudden rush of information.
Thus the itch is the immediate result of a rush of blood stimulated by the stuff that you're reading here and I say that to feel that itch is good because it reminds me of being human and that's exactly how I feel when I glanced at Pinay Blood Rush which is authored by my beloved Jeanie who for obvious reasons is way better than I am at translating her thoughts into words so if you have the time please do visit her blog by clicking here----->(Blog) and try to ponder the thoughts written there in light of what I've written here.
Today is 12 noon here at the office and another 12 hours from now would be the dawn of another now think about this would you view tomorrow as another day to go through the sequence of going through the husstles and busstles of everyday living or would you welcome it as the beginning of the rest of your life?
On The Jologs Phenomenon
I once encountered a discussion of sorts as to how the people in that forum are disgusted by the 'jologs paradigm' and as the discussion took its I course I was also asked to give my take on it and this is what I came up with...
The idea of jologs doesn't disturb me much but it does alarm me. Since the safest deffinition of what jologs is what is prevalent in the twentysomething crowd. What alarms me is the fact most of the people who fall under the jologs crowd are so pretentious in the sense that they always try so hard to dress like, act or be like those people whom they emulate.
It sickens me everytime I see kids who try to rap like Salbakuta without taking seriously the sexual undertones of the lyrics. Or how kids try to dress up in like Ghetto kids, but the fact is that they're not African-Americans and they don't live in ghettos. Do you get where I'm getting at here?
We could also site poser-skaters as jologs in the sense that they copy the get-up of Pro-Skateboarders. They call themselves 'Thrashers' well in fact it is actually a title of a magazine. They wear skateshoes because Fred Durst wears them, not because skate-shoes have a good grip on the grip-tape of skateboards while those non-skateboarder kids who wear skateshoes don't even know what a griptape is. Another thing is that they make Steve Caballero, Chad Muska, Willy Santos and Tony Hawk look like they learned skateboarding in a day by wearing their shoes to look cool. Another thing that I can't get with those people is that they always try to wear skate-shirts what with the skate-shirts anyway? Non-sponsored skateboarders don't wear them so why should non-skateboarders wear them?
Another good example are the so-called 'rockers' I mean if they're really into rock music they should see it as a form of rebellion to what is accepted by the affluent society. So why is it all of a sudden turned into some exclusive cult of sorts. I mean you can't be called a rocker unless you listen to NU107, or read PULP, or put laminated pictures of your favorite band (preferably Slipknot) in your JANSPORT backpack, or wear TOP-40 t-shirts that has a picture of CHE GUEVARRA, or is it mandatory for rockers to regard METALLICA as the best band in the world, Or to form bands that fall under the ALTERNATIVE POP ROCK genre, or is it very cool if your band practices at ALBERTO's, or your band buys your tabs at BENJIE'S or at FADE TO BLACK. I mean rock and roll is supposed to be absolute disregard to what normal people call cliche. So why are you people making your own rules anyway.
I know I sound a little bit self-righteous but the fact is: IS THAT I'M ALREADY VERY PISSED OFF BY THE WHOLE IDEA OF CATEGORIZING AND DRAWING THE LINE ON WHO'S JOLOGS OR NOT!
I know the reasoning I that prevailed in what I've written above is somewhat shallow, but the thing is that however much I try to remove angst in my arsenal of emotions towards such people I still can't help but ask myself 'why are they so concerned with how people would look at them as if they're begging for compliments and praises for their purchased poser-rebellion?' I mean if they're really so into the counter-cultural niche that they claim to be part of they ought to start reconsidering their motives for projecting their rebellion as something that is cool. I cannot be fooled by such I grew up with kids whom I remember to once slam-dance to Nirvana's Smell's Like Teen Spirit, but as to my surprise they're also now part of the crowd who are now waving their sissy glow sticks to the deafening backbeats of techno in those sweaty meat-truck smelling places they call discos, I know better when it comes to posers and I am sickened by the fact that they're in abundance nowadays.
The idea of jologs doesn't disturb me much but it does alarm me. Since the safest deffinition of what jologs is what is prevalent in the twentysomething crowd. What alarms me is the fact most of the people who fall under the jologs crowd are so pretentious in the sense that they always try so hard to dress like, act or be like those people whom they emulate.
It sickens me everytime I see kids who try to rap like Salbakuta without taking seriously the sexual undertones of the lyrics. Or how kids try to dress up in like Ghetto kids, but the fact is that they're not African-Americans and they don't live in ghettos. Do you get where I'm getting at here?
We could also site poser-skaters as jologs in the sense that they copy the get-up of Pro-Skateboarders. They call themselves 'Thrashers' well in fact it is actually a title of a magazine. They wear skateshoes because Fred Durst wears them, not because skate-shoes have a good grip on the grip-tape of skateboards while those non-skateboarder kids who wear skateshoes don't even know what a griptape is. Another thing is that they make Steve Caballero, Chad Muska, Willy Santos and Tony Hawk look like they learned skateboarding in a day by wearing their shoes to look cool. Another thing that I can't get with those people is that they always try to wear skate-shirts what with the skate-shirts anyway? Non-sponsored skateboarders don't wear them so why should non-skateboarders wear them?
Another good example are the so-called 'rockers' I mean if they're really into rock music they should see it as a form of rebellion to what is accepted by the affluent society. So why is it all of a sudden turned into some exclusive cult of sorts. I mean you can't be called a rocker unless you listen to NU107, or read PULP, or put laminated pictures of your favorite band (preferably Slipknot) in your JANSPORT backpack, or wear TOP-40 t-shirts that has a picture of CHE GUEVARRA, or is it mandatory for rockers to regard METALLICA as the best band in the world, Or to form bands that fall under the ALTERNATIVE POP ROCK genre, or is it very cool if your band practices at ALBERTO's, or your band buys your tabs at BENJIE'S or at FADE TO BLACK. I mean rock and roll is supposed to be absolute disregard to what normal people call cliche. So why are you people making your own rules anyway.
I know I sound a little bit self-righteous but the fact is: IS THAT I'M ALREADY VERY PISSED OFF BY THE WHOLE IDEA OF CATEGORIZING AND DRAWING THE LINE ON WHO'S JOLOGS OR NOT!
I know the reasoning I that prevailed in what I've written above is somewhat shallow, but the thing is that however much I try to remove angst in my arsenal of emotions towards such people I still can't help but ask myself 'why are they so concerned with how people would look at them as if they're begging for compliments and praises for their purchased poser-rebellion?' I mean if they're really so into the counter-cultural niche that they claim to be part of they ought to start reconsidering their motives for projecting their rebellion as something that is cool. I cannot be fooled by such I grew up with kids whom I remember to once slam-dance to Nirvana's Smell's Like Teen Spirit, but as to my surprise they're also now part of the crowd who are now waving their sissy glow sticks to the deafening backbeats of techno in those sweaty meat-truck smelling places they call discos, I know better when it comes to posers and I am sickened by the fact that they're in abundance nowadays.
Sound Trips In Headwires
These here are just a few songs that I enjoy listening to at the moment I hope this adds up to something of value to you people. Thanks.
10 Foot Pole - Armchair Quarterback
Boxer - Blame it on the Weather
Shonen Knife - Top of the WOrld
Pennywise - Same Old Story
The Offspring- Jennifer Lost The War
BEastie Boys - Mullet Head
MxPx - Today is in My Way
Jimmy Eat World - The Middle
Millencolin - No Cigar
Dashboard Confessional - Again I Go Unoticed
Alkaline Trio - Armageddon
At the Drive In - Invalid Litter Department
Goo Goo Dolls - Ain't That Unusual
The Get Up Kids - Ten Minutes
Blink 182 - Lemmings
Box Car Racer - I Feel So...
Saves The DAy - At Your Funeral
60 ft. Dolls - Hair
Ruth Ruth - Don't Shut Me Out
The Ataris - My Hotel Year
Lagwagon- Making Friends
10 Foot Pole - Armchair Quarterback
Boxer - Blame it on the Weather
Shonen Knife - Top of the WOrld
Pennywise - Same Old Story
The Offspring- Jennifer Lost The War
BEastie Boys - Mullet Head
MxPx - Today is in My Way
Jimmy Eat World - The Middle
Millencolin - No Cigar
Dashboard Confessional - Again I Go Unoticed
Alkaline Trio - Armageddon
At the Drive In - Invalid Litter Department
Goo Goo Dolls - Ain't That Unusual
The Get Up Kids - Ten Minutes
Blink 182 - Lemmings
Box Car Racer - I Feel So...
Saves The DAy - At Your Funeral
60 ft. Dolls - Hair
Ruth Ruth - Don't Shut Me Out
The Ataris - My Hotel Year
Lagwagon- Making Friends
Batman Protocols
Funny... I got this from Fanzig
Batman Protocols
by Adrian Tullberg
BATCOMPUTER ON-LINE…
OPEN FILE 'SANCTIONS'
ALFRED - If a bald man in a wheelchair asks about these documents, think happy thoughts and deny everything.
These sanctions are only to be used when other methods of persuading, or actively subduing a hero that has gone 'rogue' (mind controlled, brainwashed, starting to resemble characters in Marvel or Image) have failed. Or they fail to comprehend that I, Batman, am the baddest of the bad. Grrrrrrr.
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Subject: Aquaman
Sanction: Plant rumor that coastal 'Seaworld' has been altering hormone levels of dolphins and larger marine life to improve birth-in-captivity rates, to the effect that all females are constantly 'on heat'.
Tip off police.
Cost of lawyer and posting bail for gross deviancy charges: $10,000 minimum.
Knowing that fishboy will be eternally grateful for getting him out of jail while never knowing I sent him up the river: Priceless.
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Subject: Blue Beetle
Sanction: State inverse ratio between time spent building/repairing gadgets and social life.
Time before subject descends into alcoholic binge: Two minutes.
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Subject: Booster Gold
Sanction: Drop money clip in front of him.
Wait until he bends down to retrieve.
Hit subject repeatedly with crowbar.
In case of unlikely event that somebody presses charges, or remotely cares, put Johnny Cochrane on retainer.
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Subject: Captain Marvel
Sanction: Give subject latest set of Pokemons.
Wait two hours before he realizes how pathetic a grown man looks playing Pokemon and changes into kid.
Run up and beat the snot out of the little brat before he can say his magic word.
Retrieve Pokemons. (Hey, those things cost money!)
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Subject: Flash
Sanction: Spread rumor that 'Fastest Man Alive' title does not infer to his running speed, in conjunction with the amount of time his wife spends in women-only gym.
Time spent running around trying desperately to disprove rumors: Week and a half.
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Subject: Green Lantern
Sanction: Anonymously mail 'Best of Jenna Jameson' collection.
Duration of Effectiveness: Two weeks.
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Subject: Impulse
Sanction: Lure Subject to round room
Tell him to stand in the corner.
Time before Subject's head explodes: 000.17 seconds.
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Subject: Orion
Sanction: State that a real warrior would try to hold his breath as long as possible in vacuum.
When Subject exits airlock, don't let him in again.
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Subject: Plastic Man
Sanction: Retrieve contact details of the following -
-Big Barda
-Huntress
-Supergirl
-Troia
-Black Canary
Inform that subject has been impersonating select items of their swimwear collection
Sell tickets, buy popcorn.
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Subject: Steel
Sanction: State to his face that the popular rumor about black men is a total lie.
Subject, thus angered, will remove pants for comparison.
When exposed, kick subject in the groin.
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Subject: Superman
Sanction: Plant doctored article of high rates of infidelity by married professional men, with emphasis on those who travel near-constantly, on desk of one Lois Lane.
Length of time subject will be virtually confined in apartment: Two weeks.
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Subject: Wonder Woman
Sanction: See 'Green Lantern'. Also add 'Where the Boy's Aren't' and 'Ginger Lynn'.
Duration of Effectiveness: Three and a half weeks.
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Addendum by Alfred Pennyworth
I feel it only fair to add this section to the documents … as well as the fact that Master Bruce hasn't given me a raise since 1991.
Subject: Batman
Sanction: State that even though subject is reasonably good-looking, and has a personal fortune that would make Andrew Llyold Webber attractive, it's rather odd that he's still a virgin at 37.
Time before subject runs away blubbering: 2.5 seconds.
Pics taken from
From DCU Animated & Cory's DCU Galleries
Batman Protocols
by Adrian Tullberg
BATCOMPUTER ON-LINE…
OPEN FILE 'SANCTIONS'
ALFRED - If a bald man in a wheelchair asks about these documents, think happy thoughts and deny everything.
These sanctions are only to be used when other methods of persuading, or actively subduing a hero that has gone 'rogue' (mind controlled, brainwashed, starting to resemble characters in Marvel or Image) have failed. Or they fail to comprehend that I, Batman, am the baddest of the bad. Grrrrrrr.
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Subject: Aquaman
Sanction: Plant rumor that coastal 'Seaworld' has been altering hormone levels of dolphins and larger marine life to improve birth-in-captivity rates, to the effect that all females are constantly 'on heat'.
Tip off police.
Cost of lawyer and posting bail for gross deviancy charges: $10,000 minimum.
Knowing that fishboy will be eternally grateful for getting him out of jail while never knowing I sent him up the river: Priceless.
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Subject: Blue Beetle
Sanction: State inverse ratio between time spent building/repairing gadgets and social life.
Time before subject descends into alcoholic binge: Two minutes.
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Subject: Booster Gold
Sanction: Drop money clip in front of him.
Wait until he bends down to retrieve.
Hit subject repeatedly with crowbar.
In case of unlikely event that somebody presses charges, or remotely cares, put Johnny Cochrane on retainer.
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Subject: Captain Marvel
Sanction: Give subject latest set of Pokemons.
Wait two hours before he realizes how pathetic a grown man looks playing Pokemon and changes into kid.
Run up and beat the snot out of the little brat before he can say his magic word.
Retrieve Pokemons. (Hey, those things cost money!)
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Subject: Flash
Sanction: Spread rumor that 'Fastest Man Alive' title does not infer to his running speed, in conjunction with the amount of time his wife spends in women-only gym.
Time spent running around trying desperately to disprove rumors: Week and a half.
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Subject: Green Lantern
Sanction: Anonymously mail 'Best of Jenna Jameson' collection.
Duration of Effectiveness: Two weeks.
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Subject: Impulse
Sanction: Lure Subject to round room
Tell him to stand in the corner.
Time before Subject's head explodes: 000.17 seconds.
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Subject: Orion
Sanction: State that a real warrior would try to hold his breath as long as possible in vacuum.
When Subject exits airlock, don't let him in again.
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Subject: Plastic Man
Sanction: Retrieve contact details of the following -
-Big Barda
-Huntress
-Supergirl
-Troia
-Black Canary
Inform that subject has been impersonating select items of their swimwear collection
Sell tickets, buy popcorn.
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Subject: Steel
Sanction: State to his face that the popular rumor about black men is a total lie.
Subject, thus angered, will remove pants for comparison.
When exposed, kick subject in the groin.
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Subject: Superman
Sanction: Plant doctored article of high rates of infidelity by married professional men, with emphasis on those who travel near-constantly, on desk of one Lois Lane.
Length of time subject will be virtually confined in apartment: Two weeks.
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Subject: Wonder Woman
Sanction: See 'Green Lantern'. Also add 'Where the Boy's Aren't' and 'Ginger Lynn'.
Duration of Effectiveness: Three and a half weeks.
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Addendum by Alfred Pennyworth
I feel it only fair to add this section to the documents … as well as the fact that Master Bruce hasn't given me a raise since 1991.
Subject: Batman
Sanction: State that even though subject is reasonably good-looking, and has a personal fortune that would make Andrew Llyold Webber attractive, it's rather odd that he's still a virgin at 37.
Time before subject runs away blubbering: 2.5 seconds.
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