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Lyrics - Shadow Colony

More lyrics. Enjoy.   Shadow Colony   Through the basements we dwell overclocked in the lenses The darkness cast overhead reprimanded by our defenses   The viral contact on our fingertips intertwined from the realm Unchecked by The Orchestra a traitor at the helm   Chorus: When the neon lights blind you, sink to the edge When The Alarms seek to confine you and the past is your home The lock can be broken with one single pledge   The erasure phases on purging the bionic and the plain All pieces that fail to move ahead where the colonies have lain   We are the darkness rising the heat cleaves the nerve With drives passed below we seek freedom with our verve   (Chorus)   The echelon of our origins stored within the Auditorium Confidential in their volatility guised as some altruistic praetorium   It echoes through the Auditorium   x3: The Auditorium   x6: Auditorium

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Photos: The Longshot live in Vancouver

If you’d told 12 year-old me these photos were mine, I wouldn’t have believed you. This was one of my photography dreams come true. Enjoy! Kevin was kind enough to take a photo with me after the show, even though they were all in a rush. 10/10 guys. My hoodie from Discount Valley even featured. Bonus fangirl moment: If you'd like to repost my photos, please just ask! I can send you some without watermarks (and I'd much rather do that than see them badly cropped!). I don’t bite, I promise.

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solongfromthestars

 

Lyrics - Alleyway Rain

More lyrics. Enjoy.   Alleyway Rain   Chorus: I checked into my room today the itch still gnawing at at my skin A home away from home, perhaps but the cage still resides within   Took a walk to the streets illuminated beats, rumble fists and fury mark the abyss in the smoke and a cloud of vapor paper being traded in the shadow 'scrapers Alive in the drought of a homeless mind turning from a ramen shop to a life of crime And I sit alone on the sidewalk the gleam of the heavens raining down Holographic ads indicate life You make your bed but never sleep   (Chorus)   My brethren are of a somber complexion in the drain of the sonic aggression, session of The Orchestra's new composition The beggars are out on every corner, every city but the pixels have no reason for pity The Alarms out on the town for illegal activity but don't concern themselves with naiveté brevity Lowlifes are safe until the conductors rise Never a sunny day under their symphonic disguise Another day Scenery's the same as the first But living outside the law, still beneath the call Making a meaning of it all   (Chorus)   It's pouring harder than before In the pockets of the lights Out of sight, out of mind Coded in the sheets, confined

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Lyrics - Stage Set

The first song from a new little fictional album, Synthesis. Enjoy.   Stage Set   Shutter speed intervene Get the spark to run Line the code gene by gene Get the spark the gun   Illuminate the choreography highlighting subtle iconography Big Brother making films through the strobe from the introspection spectrum through the probe   Chorus: Movement is a language when your voice is chained the glyphs in the wall between the cloister's vein The colors swell in the glen of the artist's pen Ink well, drink well in the devil's den Got my stage set, got my stage set Got no regret, got my stage set   Call me Kahlo with my bones on display picturesque symbols where my roses lay Golden skies, melted time in the rhyme that I pine It's a capsule I define with golden mean in every line   There's the graphics in taboos of every mood in the room I piece together forms in the waning of the moon Ever wonder why I delve so deep inward while the innards and the gizzards chew through the contenders, but it's a...   (Chorus)   The props line the closets where the organs fail   Propped up by the remnants of the scarlet letter trail   Got my stage set Got my stage set Got no regret Got my stage set   (Chorus)  

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Nico Talks About Creepypastas #2 - "Dead Bart"

BOO! Did I scare you? Probably not. Anyway, welcome back to Nico Talks About Creepypastas, where this guy behind the screen called Nico talks about internet stories called "creepypastas". Yay! Last week, I told you about the classic Lost Episode pasta "Suicidemouse.AVI", and today we'll talk about another classic Lost Episode pasta. This one's based on the Simpsons and it's called "Dead Bart". Short description:
Lost episode in Simpsons season 1, Bart dies, some future predicting, the end. Long description:
Looooost eeeeepiiiiisooooode--- ok, I'll stop. As you may know, Matt Groening is the creator of the Simpsons. During production of the first Simpsons season, he started behaving weirdly. So, he created the episode with the production number 7G06, which is the production number of a real episode in Season 1 called "Moaning Lisa".
The author of the Pasta (let's just call him Nico because why not) got the opportunity to meet Matt at a fan meetup. When he was asked about this Lost Episode, he turned pale, was close to tears. Matt wrote something on a piece of paper, gave it to Nico and told him to never bring this episode up again. An unknown URL was written on that piece of paper. When he typed it in, he got to a website that looks like this... Nico clicked on the download link, and a download started. (No shit) And lo and behold, it was a virus from HELL. System Restore didn't work, Windows had to be reinstalled. However, before that happened, he copied the file onto a CD. It was the episode. It consisted of three acts, so here's descriptions of all three acts: Act I - The Plane Death
First of all, we have an angry Homer, a depressed Marge, an anorexic Lisa and a hateful Bart. They want to do a plane trip. Great idea. As the plane takes off, about 50 feet in the air, Bart accidentally destroys a window and gets sucked out, resulting in his death. At the beginning of the series, Matt said that he wanted the animation style to be very realistic at times, and that was used for Bart's dead body. (Warning: the picture contains graphic content) Act II - Cry Me a River
I chose that title for a reason. Homer, Marge and Lisa are sitting at the table crying. Throughout the ENTIRE SECOND ACT. Act III - "One Year Later..."
...is what it says at the beginning of Act III. The Simpson family is still sitting at the table, as skinny as skeletons. No sign of Maggie or the pets. Later, they walk through an empty Springfield into the cemetery to find Bart's dead body laying in the same exact position as at the end of Act I. (basically like the graphic picture) They start crying again, and Homer tells a joke, but it's unknown what exactly he says because the audio is really bad. At the very end, the camera zooms out to show the other gravestones in the cemetery. They're all gravestones of celebrities that have had guest appearances in the Simpsons. Some of them were unknown back when the episode was made. Some of them didn't have their guest appearances yet. Their death dates were ALL correct. That's not all though. There's also death dates for those who haven't died yet. All these death dates are listed as the SAME DATE. --- That's it for today's Creepypasta! Just like Suicidemouse, there's fan-made videos that try to replicate this episode. There weren't any videos that were very good, but here is, in my opinion, the most accurate representation, made by The Lavender Town Project (yes, the bad quality is supposed to be like that):   Link to the CP: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Dead_Bart

MrNico666

MrNico666

 

New Discovered Albums (Months of June and July)

driver93.wordpress.com/2018/09/08/new-discovered-albums-months-of-june-and-july/   Arthur Buck - Arthur Buck (2018) 8.5 /10 A genuinely feel good indie album. By Joseph Arthur and Peter Buck (Of R.E.M) this album has this unique aesthetic to it. I think that as a debut album it's a solid album. At first the vocals had to grow on me. But I adore the vocals now.  I Am The Moment, Forever Waiting, Summertime, and American Century are indeed bangers in my honest opinion.  It's not the best album out there; but it's up there in my collection. I will definitely pick up copies (CD and vinyl) for sure. I am indeed electrified. Thank you for the new tunes Peter and Joseph. Gorillaz - The Now Now (2018)  8/10 Definitely some chill out music. It's ok for chill out music. Far from being perfect. This is the first full album I've checked out of Gorillaz. To be honest, I've heard some mixed reviews about Humanz as well. Will be checking that album out. The Now Now is definitely not gold compared to Demon Dayz but a solid album nonetheless. My favorite tunes off of The Now Now has to be: Idaho, Hollywood, and Souk Eye. Personally this would be my go-to chill out music, if I wanted something in the background while blogging or cleaning my space out (bedroom).   Death Grips - Year of the Snitch (2018) 8/10 Death Grips usually never disappoints me. When I first heard about Death Grips, it was through some videos on Youtube and memes of course. So this is the first album I gave undivided attention to, and I like it. Definitely out of my usual rock and metal genres that I listen to on a daily basis; sometimes 4-5 times a day per song. Death Grips has this unique sound to hip-hop that I personally enjoy.  Favorite songs from this particular album Death Grips is Online, Dilemma, and The Fear. I hate how much Death Grips get bad reputation for being shit. But I guess it's part of the meme they are. R.E.M - Out of Time (1991) 10/10 Ok I know this is old news, but hear me out. I haven't heard the full album. I was an idiot music fan; that was limited back in the day. Now that I have Spotify, I have full access to this album. I know for most the picks on this album is going to be Losing My Religion and Shiny Happy People. My picks for the best songs, would be Texarkana, Near Wild Heaven, and Endgame. I really adore this album, because Mike Mills vocals really shine here. Especially in Texarkana, and Near Wild Heaven. I give this a perfect rating, and that's rare for me. Alison Wonderland - Awake (2018) 7.5/10 First discovered today. This may have to take a few listens to bump it from a 7.5. To be honest, there's good tracks and bad tracks on this album. I shouldn't say bad, it's more like I probably would skip if I had to. Or I'd listen to this once in a blue moon type of song. It's all that electro-chill out music people are raving about these days. This artist so happened to be on one of Spotify's automated playlists for the summer. The more I listen to it, the more I may like it. It's not perfect. But it is indeed aesthetic for the Tumblrites.

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Lyrics - Solar Spasm

The title track and last song of my little fictional album Solar Spasm. Enjoy.   Solar Spasm   Spiral into the landmass Enter the scene   Gyrate your interspace orbit Embed the screen   What will the future hold? How far can neurotransmission go? Your infinite energy crosses the universe for you and me   Solar spasm Solar spasm   Chorus: The possibilities flood our unconscious from the burst of our being Forever has taken so long the eruption must go on The light that began shall end in sync The ties that loosen have drained the ink   The stardust emboldens our mind Set with the props of time   Radiation seeps through the shards Abduction from the celestial enzyme   Where will we end up now? Where will our status allow? Our limitless battery emblazes the tide of human history   Solar spasm Solar spasm   (Chorus)   Navigation The wonder of it all Though insignificant it may be The fascination stands tall   x3 Sampled from Underworld's "M.E.": It's a beautiful destination For what it's worth A beautiful destination Goodbye Mother Earth

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Nico Talks About Creepypastas #1 - "SuicideMouse.AVI"

Yay, I haven't posted anything in a few months! Again!
Yay, another new topic to talk about! With that said, welcome to Nico Talks About Creepypastas, where I talk about... creepypastas. Nuff said. In every post, I'll choose one creepypastas (BTW, there's no guessing if they're real or fake involved - ALL creepypastas are fake) which I will then present to you. They can range from classic pastas like Jeff the Killer or the good ol' Slenderman, or maybe some new ones that many people don't know about. So, the first pasta is called "SuicideMouse.AVI", which is a Lost Episode creepypastas. Quick description of a Lost Episode CP:
Famous show, episode that was never released, spooky stuff happens. The End. This one is one of the most popular creepypastas. It's pretty much a report about a lost Mickey Mouse episode from the 1930s. It's just Mickey walking this empty street (on the boulevard of broken-- okay, I'll stop. ) for three minutes. Nothing special. Except the music was just someone hitting random keys on a piano in the first half, and then white noise in the second half, and Mickey was just normally walking instead of being happy and dancing and stuff. And also, the episode isn't three minutes long, it's actually nine minutes. But that wasn't discovered until Leonard Maltin made a digital copy of it. So, what happened in those additional six minutes? Well... until the sixth minute, the screen was black. Afterwards, Mickey was walking AGAIN. No pianos were being murdered now, but instead, there was some murmuring in the background. A minute went by, and the road distorted itself in weird directions, Mickey slowly started to grin, the murmuring turned into screaming, colors appeared (this was the 1930s, that wasn't possible), and Mickey's eyes rolled down to his chin. Wrap your mind around that for a sec. Madness. But that wasn't all. At that point, Leonard Maltin left the room out of fear. The distorted screaming went on until the eighth minute, then a broken music box played in the background and the camera zoomed onto Mickey's face until 8:30. What happened between 8:30 and 9:04 is unknown. At the end of it all, after the very last frame, one of the co-workers who watched the episode ran out of the room, shouted "REAL SUFFERING IS NOT KNOWN!" seven times, grabbed an officer's gun and shot himself. Apparently, that last frame contained some Russian text that, when translated, says "the sights of hell bring its viewers back in". Woah. Well, that's pretty much it. Well, no, there are many videos out there that try to replicate the episode. This one is the best in my opinion, and it's made by randy hilson 1929:     I haven't watched it to the end yet, but I will after I publish this post. That's all for today's Nico Talks About Creepypastas! I'm not even gonna say "See you next Sunday" because I'll probably forget and post the next one in three months anyway. Well, see you next post! Link to the original CP: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Suicidemouse.avi                           REAL SUFFERING IS NOT KNOWN.
REAL SUFFERING IS NOT KNOWN.
REAL SUFFERING IS NOT KNOWN.
REAL SUFFERING IS NOT KNOWN.
REAL SUFFERING IS NOT KNOWN.
REAL SUFFERING IS NOT KNOWN.
REAL SUFFERING IS NOT KNOWN.

MrNico666

MrNico666

 

Lyrics - A Work Of Fiction (Child's Play)

More lyrics. Enjoy.   A Work Of Fiction (Child's Play)   Masquerading Contemplating the cut Told by the morning The values we all keep shut   Now absorbing the winters as they come Frozen cycles forming Waves we all come from   Stories recycle stories Tell the tales of the wound's glories   Chorus: Close your eyes and make believe You are god and I concede   Sampled from Modern Eon's "Child's Play": I'll be the driver I'll be the driver I'll be the driver, oh Close your eyes It's child's play   I'll be the driver The pavement is calling Close your eyes The vision is falling   x4: Close your eyes You set me free   (Chorus)   Child's play Child's play   The palms, they sway In the stains of decay It's child's play Child's play   The gods will skip with innocence They inherit no hate into the omnipotence   The grace of gray Games or dialogue they say It's child's play Child's play   Sampled from Modern Eon's "Child's Play": I'll be the driver I'll be the driver I'll be the driver, oh Close your eyes It's child's play   (Chorus)

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Electronic Music of the 1990’s and Early 2000’s (Rave Style)

https://driver93.wordpress.com/2018/08/11/electronic-music-of-the-1990s-and-early-2000s-rave-style/ Electronic music has been around since the mid to late 70’s in it’s most popular form.  But something about the EDM scene in the 1990’s and early 2000’s is something special. I was a wee youngling so I wouldn’t have experienced the full rave scene that went down in clubs and warehouses (minus the drugs, because I consider myself straight-edge 90 percent of the time) The EDM scene had some breakthrough genres which I personally adore. This isn’t a review per-se but more of a reminiscence of the genre and sub-genre. Happy Hardcore- defined as more of an upbeat version of hardcore, also has trance-like vocals. Prominent Artists: Dune, Scooter, Blumchen (Jasmin Wagner) Dream Trance- an early – mid 90s’ subgenre of trance,  in which the theme to the X Files popularized the subgenre. Prominent Artists: Robert Miles, Faithless, DJ Dado Progressive House- a subgenre of house where artists experiment with sound. Prominent Artists: deadmau5, Avicii, David Guetta Euro-Dance- was a general subgenre of EDM where the artists had a “rapper” and a singer duo, or with a mainstream vibe. Prominent Artists: Culture Beat, DJ Bobo, Ice Mc Vocal Trance- is trance with focuses on vocals and melodies. Prominent Artists: Cosmic Gate, Tiësto, ATB, 4 Strings Techno- is the foundation of most electronic music Prominent Artists: Aphex Twin, Moby, Felix da Housecat French House- house music that has been produced by predominately French artists. Prominent Artists: Daft Punk, Bob Sinclar, Stardust I’ve been looking back on how raves were back in the day. Maybe someone should suggest to Electric Daisy Carnival or Euro festivals to once in a while do a throwback where they play ATB, Dune, Lasgo, Wamdue Project, Tiesto, For some reason, it’s hard for me to get into the new EDM though I have soft spots for Skrillex, Deadmau5, Kaskade, Tiesto. But for me personally the nostalgic songs of the millennial generation seem to have a hold on me. I guess that’s what nostalgia goggles are for music. Sounds that have been running through my mind: (Soundtrack to this scribble) Zombie Nation- Kernkraft 400 Nightcrawlers – Push The Feeling On (The Dub of Doom) ATC- Around the World Wamdue Project- King of My Castle DUNE- Who Wants to Live Forever (South Bound Remix) DUNE- Hardcore Vibes ATB- Ecstasy Lasgo- Something Daft Punk- One More Time Bob Sinclar/Fireball- What I Want Credits: https://youngpeopleandglobalization.wordpress.com/all-edm-subgenres/

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Lyrics - Limitless Expanse

More lyrics. Enjoy. I envisioned it sampling "The World We Knew (Over And Over)" by Frank Sinatra.   Limitless Expanse   Over and over, I keep going over the expanse of blue the cordial few moments in the grave   Uncoordinated influx now pours in the grandeur of you Electric and true Every single sign sent away   Chorus: Each time the potion is shared and vision is impaired How far must we travel before the world will unravel the diamond is cut The painkillers stuck in our argumentative views   Letters change their sound for everyone to hold Bleakness in the unwavering weakness if I could be so bold   The insistent prerequisites unparalleled to you How long can we string it? Missile convergence explodes your review   (Chorus)   Sampled: Over and over, I keep going over the world we knew Once when you walked beside me That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew When we two were in love   Now over and over I keep going over the world we knew Days when you used to love me   Over and over, I keep going over the world we knew When we all knew love I keep going over the world we knew The lotus falls from the seed that grew   (Chorus)   The associations may be too much for you to hold And they melt you down when you stray from their gold   Through tears, you fall to the unmistakable call of the world we knew Allegiance of view when the world seemed to be yours   It's not so simple, the world is so critical of the things you spew and rightfully, too When the isolation comes from your closed doors   (Chorus)   Sampled: Over and over I keep going over the world we knew Days when you used to love me   The days when we knew love When we knew love

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Food Review: Quick Coffee Protein Smoothie

https://driver93.wordpress.com/2018/07/28/food-review-quick-coffee-protein-smoothie/   *DISCLAIMER: this is just my opinion. no paid writing here. Ingredients: 6 oz of brewed coffee (any, especially cold brew or Pike Place Roast) 1 banana 1/2 cup chocolate almond milk 2 tbsp. chia seeds (I used flaxseed since I was in a rush and couldn't find chia seeds; that or I was blind.) 1 tsp. honey 1 tbsp. peanut butter USE Ice if you want the smoothie thicker.   REVIEW: On the first try, it came out pretty good. I personally would either go for chia seeds instead of flaxseeds; and/or blend the smoothie longer so that way the flaxseeds aren't too much. Also I added too much ice, when it initially calls for a cup. I put around two cups. For what the ingredients call for, it makes two medium glass cup size servings; so you and a friend could share. Calories : 310  Carbs: 42 Fat: 6 Protein: 22 Sugar: 38 Sodium: 395 from what the database from my fitness pal says it is for home made. Also if on a strict low carb diet, once in a while is ok to splurge on "cheat" days. I personally wouldn't do this every day or constantly, as the sugar and carbs are pretty high because of the Almond milk and brewed coffee. Might not be good for Celiac's or people with digestive issues. KNOW YOUR BODY before consuming anything. I'd personally give this recipe a 4.5/5 star rating. Just switch up a few things according to your diet and you'd be ok.

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Lyrics - Some Melancholy Mourning

More lyrics. Enjoy. I envisioned it sampling "Some Velvet Morning" by Lee Hazlewood and Nancy Sinatra.   Some Melancholy Mourning   Some melancholy mourning you eclipse my soul   I shudder at the toss of every roll   Understanding the rituals that we do I misconstrue Failure is our name   Some melancholy mourning we preach and destroy   We weep at the cost of a broken toy   Resting at the thought of what we do When the flash is blue Failure is our name   Some melancholy mourning we tear down the walls   Universal trials pull up when another falls   I just want to tell you through the woes and the throes Soteria is my name   Some melancholy mourning...   You eclipse my soul of every roll   We preach and destroy of a broken toy   We tear down the walls when another falls   Some melancholy morning

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My Bay Area Green Day History Tour

When I got into Green Day, I was a typical new fan: watching interviews, old performances, vacuuming up every bit of history I could get my hands on. I wanted to understand my new favourite band. Plus, it was fascinating. The East Bay was another world… and it may as well have been tucked away on Mars. My chances of ever visiting seemed that remote. Green Day brought that culture, that background I’d immersed myself in, to their live show. It was as beautiful and welcoming as my research promised. Through Green Day I met my now-fiancée, Annabelle, who grew up in that very culture and would be my tour guide when I eventually made it. Even as I grew up and forgot all I’d learned, the fascination remained. My mum – a huge Green Day fan – and I briefly visited Oakland for the first time last year. We saw a few of the Green Day sights: the Fox Theatre, the Rudy’s Can’t Fail Café there, Broken Guitars, 1-2-3-4 GO! Records and the Bay Bridge. It barely scratched the surface, really, but I still didn’t want to leave. I knew this dirty city I’d never visited so well. Being there felt like the homecoming I expected. Pun unintended but let’s go with it. So when The Longshot – Billie Joe’s new band – rescheduled their California shows, it was finally time. You know how my mum is always detained by Homeland Security? Even though she’s a disabled 60 year-old with no criminal record? San Francisco Airport just let her in. See, we were meant to be there. Annabelle met us in Arrivals. We drove through San Francisco and across the Bay Bridge to Oakland. I took this photo of the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge last year, but it’s a Green Day reference. Billie Joe Armstrong’s nickname for his wife, 80 (and in turn the song title 80) came from this, since Interstate 80 runs over it. He’s also talked about how the band and his father, a truck driver, knew they were home after long journeys when they saw it. While my mum and Annabelle were in line at Starbucks the next day, a lady complimented my leggings and backpack. I thanked her. She asked if I had a cell phone. When I said yes, she promptly had me post on Facebook that it was a beautiful morning in Oakland, then installed her ‘brain’ so I could take it back to England. ‘Welcome to Oakland.’ Annabelle said as we left. Walking up the street to the ‘Longview house’ We sat on a wall, recovering from the brain installation, singing Love is for Losers (I don’t remember why, but it was great) and working out what we were doing. Then we drove up Adeline Street – the street Billie Joe’s now-closed record label and clothing line were named after – to Berkeley. Annabelle pointed us towards a quiet, unassuming street. Hills rose up to the blue sky in the distance. It was completely, utterly normal. We glanced around, wondering which of these houses was the one, until Annabelle announced ‘here we are.’ So this is the ‘Longview house’: where Green Day’s Longview music video was recorded in the basement. The sofa was rolled in just to be destroyed, but everything else was real. Green Day were living (squatting) there at the time, sharing their space with another band called the East Bay Weed Company. Much of Dookie was composed here. It served as their base while they dealt with record companies in the build-up to Dookie. In the apartment upstairs was Billie Joe’s ex-girlfriend Amanda, who inspired She, Sassafras Roots, Stuart & the Ave., Good Riddance, Whatsername and, of course, Amanda to name a few. Many of the street’s residents were UC Berkeley students, who weren’t fans of the band’s rehearsels disturbing their studies. ‘The record company guys would come to see us rehearse in the basement and their wives would go shopping on Telegraph Avenue. And when we went on tour we would come back to discover these crusty punks had squatted our place, and every single thing we owned was gone. And my love letters ended up on the Internet…’ - Tré Cool, Green Day: American Idiots and the New Punk Explosion, p.82 Someone actually left the house while we were taking photos, right as I announced ‘I’m so glad there’s no one here, or this would be really awkward.’ Looking at the unsuspecting house – the window that’s actually visible in the Longview video – was beyond surreal. Perhaps the most striking thing, though, was just how normal this street was. The house is so loaded with meaning for any Green Day fan, yet there’s nothing to say it’s more than a regular home. We walked back to the car feeling stunned. 924 Gilman Street, Berkeley: the careers of Green Day and many other East Bay punk bands began here I could almost have walked past 924 Gilman Street. Then I looked up. Once I realised what this squat building was, it was like a punch to the gut. The number above the door; the caning shop sign; the graffiti on the windows and the door – unlike the ordinariness of the house, just that frontage embodied everything 924 Gilman was. I could feel what Billie Joe, Mike and countless other kids must have felt, walking through that doorway for the first time and thinking this was ‘salvation’; because that was me, 6,000 miles away at 12, discovering the culture Green Day brought from here to the world. ‘Armstrong and Dirnt began living for their weekends at the Gilman Street Project. Run out of the back of a caning-and-wicker-shop, the club would go unnoticed by anyone passing by. For those familiar with the side entrance, however, the shop opens into a world that Armstrong refers to as “salvation”: dilapidated wood floorboards; graffiti splashed across every inch of wall space; band after band with the look and sound of early British punk like the Sex Pistols and the Buzzcocks.’ – Rolling Stone Magazine, 1995 Much of the fan graffiti in the doorway was Green Day-related. It went from thanking them to referencing drama between fans. Some might call that ironic considering Green Day’s eventual negative reception at the club, but I suppose that’s what punk’s all about: doing whatever you want regardless. So of course, we went and added our own with our crappy biro pens we picked up in airports and hotel rooms. How much do you bet some guy will find this and get up my ass about stupid fangirls marking a ReAl PuNx™ site? My mum had to be encouraged by me and Annabelle ‘Growing up and going to shows around Gilman Street was the best education I got. Walking through that door the first thing I saw was a sign saying “No Sexism, No Racism, No Homophobia,” and I think that’s had an impact on me for the rest of my life. Now when people come to our shows the main thing is I want them to feel like they’re in a safe space. If you’re gay, straight, white, black, brown, transgender, if there’s one place you feel you can go to, it’s a Green Day gig.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2016 We pulled up on another quiet, unsuspecting Berkeley street. Opposite was a building that looked quite a lot like my primary school, identified only by the word ‘Fantasy.’ On the corner was a stop sign, illuminated neon red by the bright sunlight. This was Fantasy Studios, where Billie Joe recorded his first single Look for Love and Green Day later recorded Dookie. It must have been quite the fantasy for those kids squatting in warehouses and basements, coming home to find their space invaded by crusty punks. Green Day recording Dookie here in 1993 Fantasy Studios, Berkeley, CA ‘[Fantasy Studios] definitely had that Seventies coke-y vibe, mahogany and strange dead wood around the place. We would go into the vaults and see all of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s master tapes. But I felt we belonged there. Our first album cost $700 to make. Kerplunk! was like $1200. “Let’s record these as fast as we can – because we don’t have a choice.” This time, I learned how to dial in good sounds, get the best guitar tones. I was able to take a little time doing vocals. I loved that experience.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2014 San Francisco from Berkeley Marina Annabelle had been wanting to show me Berkeley Marina for a long time. Of course, it’s also referenced in The Ballad of Wilhelm Fink, from Fat Wreck Chords’ Short Songs for Short People compilation. The clear day offered views of Oakland, San Francisco and both bridges. Students learning to kayak crowded the paths, though the crowds thinned out before the closed-off pier. We walked as far as the sundial and decided we’d come back another day with a picnic. Berkeley Marina Before we flew, my mum saw Rudy’s Can’t Fail Café advertising a performance of the American Idiot Musical. So that was our next stop: the Flight Deck on Broadway. It would be performed by Bay Area Zeta Players, a theatre company run entirely by local high school students. I was impressed with the set design as soon as we walked in. They’d fit the vibe of a huge production into a tiny room. Theatregoers and people in Green Day shirts filled the remaining seats. The show’s director thanked us for coming and encouraged us to laugh, cry or clap whenever we wanted. A raffle was held for an American Idiot CD signed by Mike Dirnt; one of the guys in Green Day shirts won. Jesus of Suburbia: introducing Johnny, Will, Tunny and the residents of Jingletown Every performance of American Idiot is different. I know every line, but I’m never sure what to expect – or when I think I am, I’m surprised again. As relevant now as it ever was, it was made for these angry young voices. Holiday: the ‘bus’ from Jingletown to the city Favorite Son: tempting Tunny to join the army Their performance had the perfect balance of rage, love and apathy so performative it mocked apathy. This take on Tunny by Anneke Angstadt was my favourite so far. She brought a fuller, angrier personality to the role; the perfect depiction of a loser easily enticed by military propaganda. St. Jimmy: Johnny, having been deserted by Tunny, getting his first fix while Whatsername watches Give Me Novacaine: Johnny falls in love with Whatsername while Tunny is soon hurt on the battlefield Last Night on Earth: Johnny and Whatsername shoot up while St. Jimmy serenades him, willing him to choose drugs over Whatsername Extraordinary Girl: in a morphine-induced hallucination, Tunny’s nurse appears as a glittering angel Letterbomb: Whatsername, sick of Johnny’s drug habits, leaves him Homecoming: St. Jimmy’s last moments before Johnny overcomes his addiction Homecoming: Will, lonely and depressed in Jingletown Homecoming: nobody likes you, everyone left you, they’re all out without you, having fun! In the traditional Good Riddance, the cast encouraged everyone to sing if they knew the words. A shy chorus filled the little room. Afterwards, the producers thanked us again and explained more about the company. Seeing American Idiot performed in Oakland – having been to the band’s squat in Berkeley, 924 Gilman and knowing I’d go to the warehouse Billie Joe lived in the next day – gave me a whole new understanding of where this album came from and, as a European, a real insight into the country it’s based on. Boulevard of Broken Dreams was the first Green Day song I ever heard. I loved and related to it so much when I discovered it at 12 that I overplayed it to oblivion. Every time I’ve seen the American Idiot musical it’s still managed to give me goosebumps, but this was something else. I relived every moment of how Green Day changed my life while watching this show. Can’t wait to see these guys in something else. If you get the chance, you totally should. Rudy’s Can’t Fail Café Our next stop was the original Rudy’s Can’t Fail Café in Emeryville. Owned by Mike Dirnt, it opened in 2002 with the Oakland location following in 2011. The tables outside were packed. We ate at the Oakland one last year, so we took photos and left. Sadly, since we got home, the Oakland location announced its closure. Wish we’d gone there again now. The now closed Rudy’s Can’t Fail Café at the Fox Theatre in Oakland (taken last year) After a trip to Sephora, we got back out of the car at West Oakland BART Station – where ‘a gunshot rings out at the station’ in Welcome to Paradise. West Oakland BART Station Annabelle walked us down 7th Street, ‘the cracked streets and the broken homes’ and we stopped outside a patched-up old warehouse. This was the squat Billie Joe had just moved into when he wrote Welcome to Paradise. Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes ‘Billie Joe left home at 17, and he lived on couches and in a scary live-work band space. He once lived in an old brothel and hotel, located on a desolate block in West Oakland under the BART trains.’ – Spin Magazine, 1994 The BART track is right outside, hence the line about the station. When Billie Joe lived here the bathroom was infested with rats, so he chose to use a cat litter instead. It’s also referred to in Sweet 16 – ‘throwing down a bottle of Old English back in the warehouse.’ ‘I was living in West Oakland at the time. It was my first time ever being out on my own, out of my parents’ house and I just tried to capture that feeling – sort of frightening but at the same time you come to the conclusion that it’s freeing and you can end up growing as an individual.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2005 Seeing this was a sobering reminder of where Green Day came from and how hard they worked to be where they are now – but also a powerful reminder that it’s entirely possible and, as Billie Joe said, that it can even empower you. With these photos I’d like to include Annabelle’s story from the We Are Revolution Radio book. They grew up in a similar setting, and their story makes great points about how Green Day inspire fans beyond the music. Annabelle’s story from the We Are Revolution Radio book Our next drive was to Jingletown, a real neighbourhood near Fruitvale. In a dead-end by the highway is Studio 880, also known as ‘Jingletown Studios.’ This is where Warning, the Foxboro Hot Tubs’ Stop Drop and Roll!!!, the ¡Uno! ¡Dos! ¡Tré! trilogy and parts of American Idiot and 21st Century Breakdown were recorded. It got the name ‘Jingletown’ when the Foxboro Hot Tubs used it to cover up their identity. 21st Century Breakdown is my favourite album of all time and the only record I’ll ever claim changed my life. So seeing the studio where recording began, and also where the album art – a massive inspiration to me at 14, which probably still shows today – was painted; it was emotional and left me a bit shaken in the best way. I also bonded with an old guy across the street when he waved to me. You might recognise the parking lot if you’re a Green Day fan. It appeared in the ¡Cuatro! documentary and several of the ¡Uno! ¡Dos! ¡Tré! promo videos. Much of the 21st Century Breakdown album art was painted on the walls, but sadly now it’s been sold and from what I could see, it’s gone. 27th Avenue sign near Studio 880 The studio is on 27th Avenue, which likely gave the Foxboro Hot Tubs song 27th Avenue Shuffle its name. Jingletown itself is also, of course, the name of Jesus of Suburbia’s hometown in American Idiot. This store was an unintentional Green Day reference. I took a photo because it said Jingletown, but it also has a brief cameo in the ¡Cuatro! scene That Just Happened (around the 0:22 mark). Despite Annabelle saying ‘we need to get your photos then get the hell out of here,’ we spent the evening eating 29¢ cakes in the Food Maxx parking lot. It felt a whole lot like we were Johnny, Will and Tunny. We even escaped alive. Peak Jingletown. Sunset in Jingletown The next day, we headed to San Francisco for the Longshot show. Our last stop before postponing our tour was Powell St. BART Station: so we could go do what we liked, making sure we did it wise. This is the phone (or the only usable one on the same wall) Billie pulled off during that line in the When I Come Around video. I’ll write about the two Longshot shows in a separate post, so if you’re not interested, you don’t have to scroll through it. If you are, a recap is on its way and you can read my DC and Baltimore one in the meantime. My make-up stayed intact for three days, tho. On arriving back in Oakland from Orange County, I found two guys I recognise in a Visit Oakland magazine. We went for dinner at Homeroom, one of Annabelle’s favourites they’d been nagging me to try for two years. My vegan GFF did not disappoint. Afterwards, we passed Broken Guitars and went to 1-2-3-4 GO! Records which is, of course, a Green Day reference. Here they played an early show – the ‘Bay Area Music Fan Appreciation Event’ – for ¡Uno! ¡Dos! ¡Tré!, The Longshot played their first show and Billie built the stage with his son Joey. They’re currently selling Turn It Around: The Story Of East Bay Punk. 1-2-3-4 GO! Records (taken last year) Inside 1-2-3-4 GO! Records, Oakland, CA The guy working was kind enough to show us the back room, where the stage is. It looked so much smaller than it did on photos. Its official capacity is 49. Phone pic of me in the back room at 1-2-3-4 GO! Records. Don’t judge me guys, I’d just wiped the three-day-surviving make-up off They also have a Live at Maxwell’s doormat in there, which confirms its status as the best record store in Oakland. We spent the remainder of our evening talking on various benches, moving regularly to avoid drug dealers and men with mini America flags non-ironically attached to them. Sunset in Oakland Next, we finally ventured out of Oakland to Pinole. Knowing the area inspired Jesus of Suburbia, I expected it to be a shithole. Like a mini Oakland, because that’s what the suburbs no-one wants to live in are like in England. Instead, the city dissolved into an endless vista of rolling hills, scorched by the sun. Sleepy streets led into the town. Annabelle drove on to park in an equally sleepy shopping centre. To us, it was just pretty, but I could see why it felt like the end of the world in a completely different way to Kirkby-in-Ashfield. Instead of chavs grumbling outside the Job Centre, there was no-one. Just silence amongst the rows of parked pickup trucks. Now I understood exactly why the song was called Jesus of ‘Suburbia,’ and how a loser like its namesake pitted himself as Jesus; sitting in ‘my living room, for my private womb, while the moms and Brads are away.’ At the same time, though, those lyrics can still apply to anywhere. Because, for so long to me, they applied to my home so far-removed in England. Fiat Music, Pinole: where Billie Joe Armstrong learned to sing We stood for a while outside Fiat Music: a little section of the shopping centre, between Trader Joe’s and a martial arts academy. This was where five year-old Billie Joe was taught to play piano and sing, by Marie Louise Fiatarone and her husband. ‘Billie Joe’s mother brought him in because she was signing him up for piano lessons. Jim took one look at him and said, “He looks like he really belongs in show business. Why don’t you take him in the studio and see if he can sing?”’ – Marie Louise Fiatarone, 2006 With reassurance from Annabelle that we weren’t being creepy, we went inside. The building looked surprisingly modern outside, but once we opened the door, its age was clear. We were greeted by one of the kindest and most well-spoken people I’ve ever met: Mrs Fiatarone herself. Feeling embarrassed, my mum explained we were Green Day fans and knew Billie learned to sing here. Mrs Fiatarone smiled and said yes, he was one of her very successful students. She showed us the back studio, where Look For Love was composed. Propped up on the shelves was Green Day fanart by new students, inspired by Fiat Music’s past. When we said we were from England, she showed us a photo in a folder: a group of Green Day fans holding up the t-shirt from the Look For Love cover, in which we spotted one of our friends, Tony. You might know him from Bullet in a Bible – he’s the guy who comes in too soon when playing American Idiot. Even though we and Mrs Fiatarone were aware of Green Day’s ability to connect people around the world, it still seemed crazy these random English girls recognised someone in the Fiat Music guestbook. Mrs Fiatarone then told us her own crazy story. When Billie Joe began looking into his Italian ancestry, he posted his grandfather’s birth certificate on his Instagram, asking if anyone could translate. Mrs Fiatarone’s son offered to help, since he spoke Italian. He soon found Billie Joe’s grandparents were from Viggiano, the same little town of 3,000 people, as his own. What are the chances of that? ‘I learned show tunes as a kid. My dad was a jazz drummer, and I used to go to veterans’ hospitals and sing. I wanted to play guitar, but they said my hands were too small.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2005 We looked at the Look For Love cover and she smiled, saying ‘he’s still that same sweet little kid.’ Then she held it up so we could take a photo. Me and Marie Louise Fiatarone, who taught Billie Joe to sing We thanked Mrs Fiatarone, feeling like we couldn’t thank her enough, and said goodbye with a promise we’d send her the photo. Maybe one day someone else will recognise us in the guestbook. This was by far one of my most unexpected, but surreal and incredible, Green Day experiences. We didn’t expect anything more than having a peek inside – let alone meeting Mrs Fiatarone herself and being treated with such kindness. We were just in time, too. It was about fifteen minutes before she started teaching and the next day, they were holding a concert for the 10th anniversary of Trader Joe’s. Meeting her was an absolute privilege and it’s a story I’m honoured to share. Pinole Valley High School We walked down an overgrown, cracked pathway to Pinole Valley High School – the latter high school Billie Joe and Mike Dirnt attended. Green Day also played an early show here. It’s currently being renovated, but we could make out the spot Green Day played and get a feel of the area. The area around Pinole Valley High School Across the street was ‘the’ library from At the Library. Green Day played that the first time we saw them. It always seemed fitting considering that’s where I met Annabelle. Everything was coming full circle. Sadly, the library is permanently closed now. At the library A minute’s walk away was perhaps the most mundane, but most exciting site for me (not counting unexpectedly meeting Mrs Fiatarone). The center of the earth in the parking lot of the 7-Eleven where I was taught. It said home is where your heart is but what a shame, ’cause everyone’s heart doesn’t beat the same Like Pinole, the ‘end of the world’ wasn’t what I expected. I’ve been to some very dodgy 7-Elevens, and I expected this one to be the same; not set against the quiet backdrop of a hill. It was an entirely new take on Jesus of Suburbia. Billie Joe worked here for a while in his teens, which is likely how it ended up in the song. We went inside, because we had to and bought a rainbow dragon, now named Pinole. ‘It’s that lost feeling. Hanging out at the 7-Eleven. Disenfranchised. Alienated. You just get that feeling of “I’ve got to get out of here. There’s more to life than this town.”’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2006 In the 7-Eleven at the center of the earth Before we got back in the car, we looked for a bathroom stall. There was no way of knowing which was ‘the’ one, or if it even existed. So we just went for the only place that didn’t require a 500-digit code and pickaxe to get in: Trader Joe’s. It was a bathroom stall in the shopping mall. A bathroom stall in the shopping mall from Jesus of Suburbia, also known as peak California tourism Unfortunately there was no graffiti to confirm the center of the earth is the end of the world. Hopefully the random English people, accompanied by a local trying not to laugh, who piled in and bought one banana were enough confirmation to any bystanders. ‘[American Idiot] sort of follows the path of this guy, Jesus of Suburbia. He’s, like, 19 to 21 years old, he’s stuck in a small town, and he’s sick of everything there – the people, the 7-Eleven he grew up with, his friends, the institutions that he’s been in the whole time. He finally finds the courage and the anger to leave his hometown, and he moves to the city and tries to find people who are kindred spirits.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2004 People love to claim Green Day betrayed their roots when they wrote American Idiot. The truth is, it’s no further from those roots than Dookie. You only need to stand on this street in Pinole to know that. Rodeo, CA: Billie Joe Armstrong’s hometown We weren’t sure if it’d be creepy to go to Rodeo. ‘But it’s just a town, and it’s not like you’re going to find his mom,’ Annabelle said, so we went. If we thought Pinole was a sleepy hamlet, this was even more so. We parked first opposite a gas station and wandered around; just taking in the atmosphere of the little town of 8,500 people. ‘I grew up in a town called Rodeo. It’s right off the 80. It’s off the 80 at Willow. And it was the inspiration for this next song. This is Jesus of Suburbia.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong on stage at The Warfield, San Francisco, 2005 Rodeo ‘Rodeo is on the water, you know,’ Annabelle said, ‘And there’s something you’ve forgotten there.’ Still unsure if it was weird to be here, I hesitated. They drove us up there anyway. We came to a view of a reference I’d completely forgotten: the oil refinery referred to in 21st Century Breakdown. The last one born and the first one to run. My town is blind from refinery sun. OK, I may now be an adult with a cold, dark heart who won’t talk about how 21st Century Breakdown changed (what I really mean is saved) my life. Because at some point since I felt that way, the phrase became overused and I shied away from ever saying it again. But as Billie Joe will say East Bay punk saved his life, I can say the same about that record. As a teenager, I lived by Gloria’s ideals: striving to claw my way out of a stagnant existence and find a home in all my scars and ammunition. She was my idol. Feeling that way inspired me to carry on when I felt there was no hope left. Now, walking around what might have been one of the most desolate streets in Rodeo; I was living in the songs that inspired me so. Like loving a movie all your life and finally visiting the set. ‘Aren’t you glad we came up here?’ Annabelle asked, and I was. I didn’t feel creepy anymore. I’ve been to the edge and I’ve thrown the bouquet of flowers left over the grave ‘We came from such a highly polluted area in Rodeo, California. It’s a refinery town and we ended up getting sent home from school because kids were having headaches and nobody could understand why, when of course, 200 yards away from the elementary school I went to was the biggest refinery in America.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2005 The San Pablo Bay from Rodeo As we walked up the beaten road to Lone Tree Point, I had Outlaws playing in my head, too. Because if there’s one Green Day song, not from 21st Century Breakdown, that personifies what growing up here must have been like, to me, it’s Outlaws. I found a knife by the railroad tracks. You took a train and you can’t go back. Forever now you’ll roam. We sat for a while on a picnic bench at Lone Tree Point, talking and watching the sun go down. Two men threaded their way over the train tracks to a caravan by a dilapidated pier. Christie Road was still on our to-see-today list, so we marked this as another spot we’d have to return to with a picnic (who has a picnic near a refinery? Us). We took a slow walk, taking it all in and detouring onto a bridge to take photos, back to the car. A yard in Rodeo (I like cacti) On our way in, we saw a Rodeo sign Billie Joe took a selfie with. Assuming Annabelle remembered we wanted to stop there, and even if they didn’t we’d leave the same way, we didn’t mention it again. We were back out on the 80 when my mum and I looked at each other. ‘I think we’ve come a different way.’ Annabelle glanced at me. ‘Ohhhh, the sign. Uh, we’re long past that…’ We turned in Hercules. Annabelle was doubting their knowledge of the area. ‘Which side was it again?’ It wasn’t exactly something we could Google. We continued, hoping for the best, until my mum grabbed my arm. ‘THERE! That’s it!’ ‘Where do I park? Where the hell did he park?!’ My mum pointed. ‘There’s a bus stop, look. Park there. We’ll only be a few minutes…’ ‘That’s illegal, Joy,’ Annabelle replied, but parked there anyway. References galore (see THAT sign in the background) We were wading through the grass when a horn screeched behind us. ‘It’s a fucking bus!’ I turned, watching Annabelle dive back into the car, and saw an entire park and ride. ‘Oh, that’s where Billie parked.’ The bus driver stepped out, laughing, and asked what we were doing. We said we were Green Day fans doing our history tour. He replied that he loved Green Day and knew Billie Joe’s brothers, who lived locally. We had a short conversation about Donald Trump and England, then he went on his merry way. Annabelle, now parked legally, was judging when was a good time to charge back over the highway. Result: iconic By the time my mum and Annabelle had been to Starbucks to recover, the sun had set. Christie Road would have to wait. Thanks, Rodeo sign. Sunset over the 80 We’d also forgotten John Swett High School – the first one Billie Joe and Mike attended – Tight Wad Hill and Foxboro. It seemed a shame to have little things outstanding up there, so we went the next day. For some reason I didn’t take a single photo of this on my camera, so you’re stuck with this phone pic ft. me Foxboro is a housing development five minutes down the 80 from Rodeo. Billie Joe and Mike used to sneak into the hot tubs dotted around the village, a spot to drink and make out late at night. So, perhaps obviously, it gave the Foxboro Hot Tubs their name. We didn’t wander in to see if we could find any hot tubs. However, we did go and say hi to our favourite sign, since it was a two minute walk away. ‘The Foxboro Hot Tubs were a place we used to sneak booze and chicks into late at night. But most of the time it was just “dude soup.”’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2008 Crockett is the other side of Rodeo, after the 80 threads through hills and the refinery. We stepped out of the car at John Swett. The first thing we saw was the board that announced Green Day’s induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2015. A board at John Swett High School, where Green Day’s 2015 induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame was announced ‘The fear was always there, even when we were doing American Idiot. I’d get this voice in my head: “Who do you think you are? Why did you write a song like Holiday, you high school drop­out?” I think the working-class part of me comes out. Sometimes the people who have the loudest mouths are upper-class, upper-middle-class. The quietest are often working-class people, people who are broke. There is a fear of losing what­ever it is that you have. I come from that background.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2013 John Swett High School, Crockett: Billie Joe and Mike’s first high school Across the street from John Swett, peeking through trees is Carquinez Middle School – where Billie Joe and Mike met. It’s an orange-and-pink-painted building in a dip, before the ground rises back up as a green hill. ‘Our school district went bankrupt, so they closed down the junior high and combined two elementary schools. So [Mike] went to one elementary and I went to the other. We used to have to take the bus out there. First day of elementary school, I think in fifth grade, I was like the class clown – but Mike was like the class clown, so it was kind of like these dueling banjos that were going to go back and forth. What you get is Deliverance. Mike is my musical soulmate.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong in his Rock & Roll Hall of Fame acceptance speech, 2015 Carquinez Middle School, where Billie Joe and Mike Dirnt met This was something else totally alien to us: suburban American schools. Everything, even this, was on a scale so much larger than England it was fascinating. At first glance, the warm brick buildings surrounded by trees were just pretty. All we’d seen of quiet, hilly Crockett, overlooked by the Carquinez Bridge, was pretty. It was difficult to imagine it feeling like the end of the world, but the more we walked around, the clearer it was that the silence and empty sidewalks could feel suffocating. THIS DIRTY CITY IS MY SUGAR TOWN (yes, I went there, I non-ironically enjoy Nightlife) ‘I’m not royalty. I’m the king of nothing. I’m in the same high school rock ’n roll band I’ve been in since I was 16.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2016 Down a hill dotted with porta potties is an urban scramble of metal and chimneys. It looks like part of the oil refinery, but it’s actually a huge sugar factory. This is where the phrase ‘sugar city urchin’ in Tight Wad Hill comes from – and, of course, ‘my sugar town’ in Nightlife. The latter likely references Crockett since Sugar City Tattoo, where Lady Cobra worked, is here. C&H Sugar Factory in Crockett, referred to in Tight Wad Hill: ‘sugar city urchin wasting time’ Tight Wad Hill itself – a spot junkies and cheapskates hung around to watch school games for free – overlooks the John Swett field. The area has changed since the song was written, including the field itself; so it’s difficult to pinpoint exactly where qualifies as ‘Tight Wad Hill.’ We climbed over a barrier and peered through trees at (what we at least thought was) the view. The field and yard at John Swett High School from a spot near Tight Wad Hill That was all our Rodeo-Crockett references ticked off. We thought we’d better see the bridge and a bit more of the town before we took off – part of the magic was just experiencing these places, after all. We wandered up the hill and through quaint streets. The local bus Billie Joe and Mike would have taken to school – it stops outside Carquinez and John Swett Toot’s Tavern, a street-corner pub adorned with an American flag and advertising live music, wasn’t on our list. I’ll admit I didn’t even realise its relevance until Annabelle pointed it out – it’s where the Foxboro Hot Tubs played their second show. We passed it, so why not? Toot’s Tavern, Crockett, where the Foxboro Hot Tubs played their second show On our way to the bridge, I found an unintentional reference. Not that this sign is directly referred to in any songs, but it’s Westbound Sign summed up. Finally, we walked a bit of the way across the bridge as the sun set… and now it was too late to go to Christie Road again. Sunset from the Al Zampa Memorial Bridge in Crockett, CA Sunset over the refinery These trips to the ‘end of the world’ might have been the dullest part of our trip to anyone else. For us, though, coming from an overcrowded little island where even the most isolated places can’t compare to American suburbia; this was our favourite part. I feel I’ve learned so much about Green Day and their inspiration by experiencing it myself. Next time I sing along to songs like Jesus of Suburbia at a live show, where Billie Joe’s lyrics are their most poignant, I’m not even sure how I’m going to feel. I just know I’ll lose my voice. Block Party, Oakland We spent our last day at the annual Block Party. The line-up included Dead Sound, Destroy Boys, Same Girls, Prima Donna, Anastazi and Arrica Rose. Stalls representing local businesses, from Homeroom to Atomic Garden, filled the street. We unexpectedly met our new friend Evangelina, who we’d met a few days ago at the San Francisco Longshot show. Prima Donna live at Block Party Finally, we attempted the photobooth in 1-2-3-4 GO! Records. We ended up with some photos of my mum’s cheek, the top of Evangelina’s head and my left boob. SAD. Fear not though, because Evangelina recognised the bathroom wall from a Longshot selfie (the one used to announce their show there, no less), so we got another to add to the Rodeo sign. The 1-2-3-4 GO! Records bathroom wall featured in a Longshot selfie gr8 bathroom I’d say eating mac & cheese and watching local bands (well, Prima Donna, aren’t quite so local) was a pretty good way to end our trip. I even have a new jam, Feral Children. So, the next morning, it was time to pack our bags and head back out over 80 to the airport. I’d never wanted to stay so much. My head was spinning from everything I’d taken in over the last week and a half. Still, we were missing some crucial bits and pieces… so we’d just have to come back. For your comparison: arriving back in England I knew this trip would be special. I could never have imagined quite how deeply it would immerse me in music I thought I already understood so well. In finding the roots of the three people and art that inspired me, gave me hope when there was none – I’ve found another part of myself. People ask me why I love Green Day. That’s why. Because they embody a culture, one that could have been forgotten in one tiny club in Berkeley, so much it reached this lonely kid looking for a purpose in England… and I know I was one of many. Now, I’ll return to my own center of the earth; but unlike the graffiti in the bathroom stall, these memories will confirm it’s not quite the end of the world. I don’t know about you, but I’d disagree that Billie Joe never made it as a working-class hero. Note this tour is missing (alphabetical order): Art of Ears Studio (Kerplunk), Christie Road, Hyde Street Studios (Insomniac), Passalacqua Funeral Home, Rod’s Hickory Pit (now a gas station), Ruby Room and Stuart/Telegraph (Stuart & the Ave.). If all goes to plan, you’ll get a second instalment later this year!
 

Lyrics - Stilts On Water

More lyrics. Enjoy. I envisioned it sampling the theme of "Welcome To The Machine" from the Genesis version of Ecco The Dolphin.   Stilts On Water   The peripheral vision cuts through the mist We fear when our homes are sunk under the abyss   A beautiful mirror vista with the dead submerged A pristine new life hangs over the remnants of the purged   Chorus: Through the flood Your iron lung rusts Decayed and forgotton Your body erupts   No one cares when you've fucked us all up   It's not simple enough to stand up to the accused when the ice completely melts the mother realizes she was used   The clock only knows that the only thing you can't breathe is a layer of your own selfish greed   (Chorus)   I feel for us all a virus trying to survive But the temples give too soon and no one is left alive   The coast of the neo primordial sea is paved with the cataracts of what used to be   (Chorus)   We drift, alone and afraid 70 meters above the mother we used to love   Welcome to the contrivance, my friend Get in line, do your time, stay alive   Welcome to the automaton, my friend Stimulate the mind, stimulate the grind   Welcome to the machine, my friend Weep into the world estuary Sink into the burden we carry

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Part 2: Painting

Okay so it's been a while since I updated this! Basically we ran into a bit of trouble during the painting process. First off, the weather is shit for a few weeks so the guy painting it couldn't really do it without it turning to shit. When he finally was able to paint it, he started relicing it and went a bit overboard so he had to restrip the guitar and start again. After getting it painted the second time, it was getting close to Christmas so he was shutting down for a few weeks. I had the option of him doing a rush job, or waiting till after Christmas when he was actually moving to my city and we could work on it together. It's currently in the processed of being reliced and looking fucking amazing. I figured it had been a while since I updated here so I wanted to give a little tease of the paint job. So here it is!

Up next - Part Three: Relicing

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Lyrics - Catacomb Collision

Some more lyrics. Enjoy.   Catacomb Collision   How many corkscrews must we put ourselves through? The whim of Death is an attraction for a few Messages broadcasted in newscasting sounds when the delusion to kill is in dormant grounds   Ratings are in demand Blessings dropping from both hands   Morning arises to no avail God's inner workings are destined to fail Hold my catacomb while the metal collides My hope for the future fades as the present divides   Live and let live until you live no more   Live and let live Let's have one more   Give them screen time; we always want more

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Take a Break, Driver 8

https://driver93.wordpress.com/2018/06/30/take-a-break-driver-eight/ R.E.M is one of my favorite bands as of late. Driver 8 stands out to me personally. It's off of the album Fables of the Reconstruction (1985) I feel like a personal overall favorite. It's about the Southern Crescent/Amtrak Crescent. But it seems like it has another meaning; meaning that with how many people are working constantly. We need to calm down as a collective. Overworking ourselves is killing us slowly. "Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself to sleep.
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself, my children to sleep." I believe with this world, I do not believe people will slow down or stop and take a good look at their lives and step back. Relax. Feel good about their accomplishments. You do not have to be a perfectionist to feel good.  Overworking causes exhaustion and possibly premature death. As an artist, I feel it's my obligation to be perfect. But looking at everyone else, puts me in a depressive state, and will overwork myself trying to have my craft look like every other professional studio artist.  

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ReDid my Blog

it was a mess, so I deleted everything + in a fit of rage at the time.   https://driver93.wordpress.com/blog/ . but this is where i write mostly. that and some shit on blogger. https://sammoose666rantandreviews.blogspot.com/ . please give comments or views i'd appreciate it.   also with my wordpress blog, i do schedule (or try to schedule something) for every saturday evening (around 7:30 pm my time EST) 

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Lyrics - Terra Siphon

More lyrics. Enjoy.   Terra Siphon   Blackness stretches among the wind Hopeless, smoke-filled tinged   Cacophony in elegance Solar-powered future Sealing the vitals in my nurture   Chorus: And now I hold you a fateful reminder The sand is falling   And now I throw you into the atlas connected to your calling   Dark clouds forming in some violent mourning Liquid tyranny comes the warning   Windmills on the fields coasting forever Closing the departments that enter the never   (Chorus)   Wars waged, wages lost Hope you won't be double-crossed   Instinctual Unusual   Solar soaring in some enlightened morning Renewing my body   (Chorus)   In some enlightened morning

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