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prototypelq · 2 months

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DMC Questions Anon here!

This has always been on a "maybe" list of questions I'm not really sure if I actually want to ask or not, but decided why the hell not with Valentine's Day around the corner (I would ask on Valentine's day, but with my at least ten days between questions thing (which I still might be a teensy bit flexible with) doing that would mean I wouldn't be able to ask another question I want to ask when I want to ask it).

What are all your Devil May Cry ships? Which one is your favorite? Which do you think about the most?

Hi Ember, thank you for the ask! It's Valentine's, so I think I have a kind of obligation to answer this one today xD Sorry for being less active lately. However, I'm not out of the DMC woods yet, and I will try to participate in fandom week however I can.

Now, for the ask itself - I think the answer is rather obvious. DMC is primarily a family of losers drama, and I'm all here for it. Except NeroKiri and Sparda/Eva, those are adorable and we should appreciate them more)))

That being said, in a safe space, far far far away from canon, I really dig Dante/Lucia and Vergil/Lady*.

*Actually I think Vergil/Lady could be a possible post-dmc5 development too, or at least, I see their personal arcs aligning a bit past that point, cause both will need to adjust to 'normal human life', maybe they can go through that journey together. sadly the same cannot be said for Dante/Lucia, I think their opportunity in canon is far gone at this point, still I imagine they have nothing but respect for each other

Both of these will be adorable, also I can only envision the extreme 'double date' shenanigans, or, lord forbid, 'date advice' for or for twins. The romantic comedy potential in this far-far-far-away-from-canon scenario is completely off the charts. I'm surprised we're not talking more about this tbh.

Here be some date ideas, because I can be a shipping mess and I am legally allowed to today:

Sparda/Eva went to concert dates. I am all hands down for 'weird girl' Kyrie headcanons, and I am also both hands down for the same for Eva. She was a metalhead, maybe even a singer in a band. Even if she wasn't, you can pry my headcanon that she's the origin of the twins' musical talent out of my cold. dead. hands.

NeroKiri should go to a concert date too, for sure. But I think a sunset walk around the city, or maybe a fair would also be a good thing for them. Definitely cinema dates for these two. In general, they're probably good with any time spent together.

Dante/Lucia - Prime Soft Material TM. Dante is a prime gentleman when he wants to be, also Lucia is quite tender by nature. I imagine they'd have a good time on a botanical garden walk (Dante's okay with pretty much anything, Lucia would like something beautiful and educational). Maybe a picnic.

Vergil/Lady - wohooo these two are explosive. I imagine half of their time together is spent in a competitive mood, as both crave and thrive in it, and the other is them just... relaxing together somewhere, probably somewhere expensive, these two are classy. I feel like they'd be at each other's throats and head over heels almost in equal measure. If we're talking post-dmc5 scenario, then it's much more timid for them. At this point in their lives both are kind of tired of constant danger, even if the hunger for adrenaline will forever remain. It'd be a much slower and gradual process for them, likely developed over casually meeting or going on missions together. (Dante and Trish sniff them out miles away and squeal in true shipper glee on the inside) As for date ideas - vinery trip, maybe a literature evening (if Lady has it in her) or a theatre date. Last one seems the most likely to me.

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imaginepirates · 3 years

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Alright kids, buckle up because I have a Hot Take regarding Elizabeth, Jack, and Greek mythology. And as usual, tumblr is killing the gif quality. Click to actually read it.

I’m currently taking a mythology class, and reading Edith Hamilton’s Mythology. While reading about Greek myth, I stumbled upon the fact that while doves are normally seen as the birds of Aphrodite, so are swans and sparrows. I know that everyone has noticed the parallel between Elizabeth’s and Jack’s surnames, but this just adds another layer of beauty to it. The fact is, Elizabeth and Jack are just two sides of the same coin. They both represent this idea of freedom, being apart from the constraints of society. We watch them flourish in these roles, utilizing whatever assets they have to achieve their own ends.

Aphrodite is most commonly known as the goddess of love and beauty. Paris named her the most beautiful goddess. With the common depiction of Aphrodite as a young blonde woman, it’s easy to connect her with Elizabeth. Lizzie is portrayed as being desired by most of the men around her, each in their own way. Even Sao Feng finds himself inexorably attracted to her, and actually thinks that she’s a goddess. She’s also played by Keira Knightley, aka everyone’s queer awakening. That being said, Jack, too, is pictured as being attractive. Not only is he played by Johnny Depp, but we know that he’s had multiple lovers—Giselle, Scarlett, Ayisha, Angelica—just to name a few. Many others are attracted to him, as well, like Tia Dalma (dmc hints at it), Beckett, and Elizabeth herself. Beckett actually went as far as using Jack to seduce Ayisha into giving away the coordinates of Zerzura, a magical island holding great treasure. Jack and Elizabeth even flirt with each other, though they’re also portrayed as using each other to accomplish their own ends.

Hamilton writes that Aphrodite “laughed sweetly or mockingly at those her wiles had conquered; the irresistible goddess who stole away even the wits of the wise”. Both Elizabeth and Jack have coy smiles and find amusement in the people they toy with. We watch Elizabeth give that grin in cotbp when she threatens to drop the medallion overboard in front of Barbossa, mockingly, having outsmarted him. Later, we see a sweeter side of her as she smiles stupidly about Jack and James teases her for it. James, too, had his wits quite obviously stolen by her. Jack is portrayed as a trickster, smiling every time he works his way out of trouble. Sometimes convincingly, sometimes not so much. But he has a signature grin that makes the audience love him, even as he lies through his teeth.

So comes another important aspect of Aphrodite: she was seen as a goddess of war. Hamilton writes that she is “treacherous and malicious, exerting a deadly and destructive power over men”. Aphrodite wasn’t afraid to have her way, and neither were Jack or Elizabeth. Again, we see Elizabeth more as the main warrior, named King of the Brethren Court and declaring war on the EITC and navy. She progressively gets more dangerous as she gains access to weapons and better training. She utterly embraces this new role; when she’s mistaken for a goddess, she doesn’t back away from it, and when she’s named pirate king, she takes it right in stride. But Jack, too, is a figure of war. He believes, when necessary, in the principle of “fighting to run away”. He carries a pistol with one shot left in it to kill a man who wronged him. He faces the kraken with sword in hand. He gives Elizabeth his whole speech on doing things just because she wants to do them, and in the end, we watch her kill him. They’re both pirates, treacherous and deadly.

Yet another aspect of Aphrodite that hardly anybody mentions is that she was considered a goddess of the sea. She supposedly rose fully formed from the ocean. Aphros, in Greek, means ‘sea-foam’. Here, Jack is the most representative. He begins and ends the series a pirate and sailor, with his ship being the most important thing in the world to him. Pearls are another of Aphrodite’s symbols, and the Black Pearl suddenly becomes the most apt of names as Jack is often shown as the darker parallel to Elizabeth, even if in the end, we know they’re much more similar than we originally thought. Elizabeth, on the other hand, begins as a model of society and ends being mistaken for Calypso, another sea goddess. We watch as these two become tied to the sea so that the audience immediately relates both characters with the ocean.

Probably the least connected symbol is that of the apple. The apple is one of Aphrodite’s sacred fruits, and we see the apple as a symbol with Barbossa. Here, the apple is destructive, covered in poison, meant to kill the consumer. But both Jack and Elizabeth are shown eating—or nearly eating—Barbossa’s apples. They’re the only two characters, other than Barbossa himself, connected to the apple at all.

Sorry that was super long, but I thought it was worth taking a look at. I just think that the parallels are super interesting. Also, feel free to request more Hot Takes because they’re just...so fun to do. And if you have any ideas, even if half-formed, I’d love to hear and maybe expand on them.

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #elizabeth swann #jack sparrow #sparrabeth #aphrodite #greek mythology #greek myth #priates #pirate

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breezeinmonochromenight · 3 years

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What was the 3142 graphic arts drama? Sorry I am just a humble DMC5 newbie please enlighten me

You’re fine lol. But this is long, so:

Basically prior to 2015, a lot of people in the DMC fandom went back and forth about whether Nero was Dante’s kid, Vergil’s kid, or neither. People didn’t want him to be Dante’s kid bc Nero had MGS2 Raiden syndrome (as in, fanboys hated him)/no one wanted to see the torch potentially passed on, people didn’t want him to be Vergil’s kid bc people didn’t like Vergil/were tired of Vergil having a role in main plot, or, conversely, people that really liked Nero were hellbent on shipping Nero and Dante for some bizarro reason and would freak the fuck out at the tiniest suggestion they were related.

And like... all of this — esp. the last one — were already dumb arguments bc, if you’ve ever played DMC4, it’s never explicitly stated that D&N are related, but Dante’s dialogue + various moments in the game all but spell that shit out loud and clear. He literally tells Nero he can keep Yamato because it should “stay in the family”. But even if that somehow didn’t get the point across that they’re related (probably via Vergil), you would think both characters looking so similar while being the only individuals aside from Vergil with white hair/blue eyes/demon strength would be enough of a clue for people to at least get an inkling, right?

Well, you’d be dead wrong lmao.

So, an official art book (3142 Graphic Arts) dropped in English in 2015 right around when DMC4SE did.

And it says, in the most blunt way possible:

And while I’d say the majority of people reacted totally normally with some combination of “oh okay that’s what I thought”/“huh, I was sure he’d be Dante’s kid but whatever”/“WHOAH Vergil actually FUCKED? For real???”, you had some very loud, not insignificant groups that either A.) were screeching in fear that Dante was gonna get put on the backburner for Nero, MGS2/Snake and Raiden style, B.) were screeching because Dante being the kid’s uncle and not his father somehow made Dante less manly/cool or some dumb shit, and/or C.) were screeching mad because their weird as fuck “OTP” that they were basically told were relatives from jump street were finally, canonically confirmed to be relatives and that they were officially shipping incest.

It was.... not a fun time lmao.

#anonymous #if that even is your real name #misc.#dmc 3142 graphic arts #fandom lore #I guess? lol

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beforethemoor · 3 years

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20/04/04 | JH American Tour Diary Pt2

Step once more into the psyche of Jon Harper, with the middle section of his US tour diary. Read on, it's worth it...

I decided to pack lite on this tour, which means that I have absolutely no fresh clothes to wear. Hey I meant well... There will always be time to find a launderette. How wrong I was. Should have spent the day off in Arkansas dealing with the dirt but the locals were impeccable, the beer was cheap. Fine Southern ladies who promised to show us where the best late night drinking spots were. However we ended up in T.G.I Fridays. There is a bunch of guys at the bar drinking car bombs, (shooting pints of Guinness with a shot of Baileys in the top), and the whole place smells of onion rings and burgers. One guy told me that he was of English descent, many generations ago. I told him that I was of Middle Eastern descent, many, many generations ago. He asked me how I stood on the war. I was very careful. People have guns and trucks and boats and opinions out here and not much else.

It’s been a week or so now but I can’t stop thinking about New York. Hopefully tonight and LA will live up to those early gigs. New York, Toronto, Texas, Hoboken... Shit! Where else? I can't even remember what Chicago was like or Boston for that matter. Ok, it’s slowly coming back. Randy, our record company representative for Chicago took us out for Chinese food where they refused to sell me beer as I didn't have any ID on me and they thought that I looked under 25. Thanks! I didn’t really need a beer anyway as I had consumed enough to kill a horse the day before. The Chicago gig was at the same place that John Cusack DJ's at in High Fidelity and just across the road is a boarded up shop that they used as the set for the record store. Chicago is cool and I am beginning to like the place. We went for a ride in Randy's car downtown to the Virgin Megastore He had arranged for us to do an in store DJ and signing session. Randy is a cool guy but has slipped into saying everything in a faux English accent and things are getting very Spinal Tap. A guy called Madrid was interviewing us as we put on various records we like. My choice of Chikinki's ‘Fucking with our clothes on’ didn't go down to well with the general public. It is only 11am. Detroit was a really good as well. The place looks like a shit-hole. I liked it straight away. It’s one of the places that they warned us about venturing too far. So far all the places that people say are dangerous have been the best nights out and Detroit is crazy. Crazy girls, shooters and Bowling! Sex, Drugs, Rock and Bowl! The gig isn't very busy but we are well received. Sundays are a strange night it seems. I think we did ok. I had fun and that's what counts.

Right, gotta play this gig then stay awake for the Rockies. Not going to miss the view like I did in Norway just because I drank too much. The pictures of the Fjords that the guys took looked amazing. Maybe one day I will get back. This beer is going to my head. Keep forgetting that we are a mile up. Maybe the gig will be harder like Fuji. Altitude gig sickness! It was the heat that got you in Japan. It's just cold here. I feel a bit paranoid now. Starting to think that all the photos that I have taken this tour won't come out. I’ve taken some beautiful shots. Mainly desolation. Mainly just things that I feel don't fit with how I view the world. Like the mission of hope out in the Washington ghetto that was all boarded up and fenced in. I really hope I get that one.

I’m not sure what part of town we are in but there are hardly any lampposts. It looks like this tiny bar in the middle of a crazy Industrial estate, just outside the glass high-rise of downtown Denver. I stood in the middle of the road for a long time today and not one car came. It is Sunday but it's like a ghost town around here. The Barman says it gets busy after eleven but who would come out this far? Maybe people don't come out until it is truly dark and cold. Like Vampires! Paul told me I looked like a vampire. "You were looking great at the start of the tour now you look like death. Crazy when guys gotta go into rehab at the end of a tour". Rehab?

The main street last night was theme bar central. Every bar was either Hollywood inspired or authentic Irish. Some private cops told us to move along because we were loitering so we went to one of the more Hollywood inspired places. Everyone just wanted to play pool and chill out. The burgers are great but I should have tried the Buffalo instead of the beef. Millions roamed wild and they just slaughtered them on the plains and left them to rot. Either that or herded them up and pushed them off the cliffs to save bullets. Cut their pelts off for the money and took their tongues for what was thought to be aphrodisiac qualities. Just so they had room to raise Beef herds and to cut off the American Indians food supply. They could have lived forever on Buffalo. Great Mozzarella as well! Here in the land of the free, just not free from fear.

I fear the click not working. Makes things hard when you can't hear anything and you have to play by sight. Watching a little red LED buzz along a keyboard. Dallas was shocking for me. Ben seemed to like it but I had the worst time at a gig ever. Got so pissed off I busted up my hands punching the Hi Hat. Blood everywhere. Sometimes it feels good to lose a little blood. Like a pressure release! After the show we all got drunk on the bus with some promoter women who were in Texas. Well, I got drunk. I don't think that they took to kindly to my bleeding and slurring. I went to bed to lick my wounds. It was a great venue. Sonic Youth are playing it very soon, which surprised me a lot. I would love to be there to see Sonic Youth playing in a tiny venue.

Surprisingly I felt fine the next day as we drove to Denver. Took about 14 hours with nothing out the windows. Nothing for miles and miles but golden grass matted by the wind into thick clumps of cropped hair along side the railroad tracks. Wooden shacks and rusted cars parked forever outside white washed farms with corrugated iron roofs and grain silos. Every so often we pass a huge sign by the road that reads "XXX girly bar next junction".

It happened again. That’s two nights in a row. Soundcheck was fine but when I came to the gig my electrics completely stopped working. Even all the backup plans I made failed. Worst gig ever! Plus to make matters worse I forgot my sunglasses so had nothing to hide behind. Hit the Jack pretty hard after the show and played pinball with the bar owner. Fell asleep and missed the Rockies.

Highway 70 cuts straight through Utah towards Vegas. This place looks like the surface of the moon, all canyons and rockslides. People are just starting to get up and Paul decides to stop for coffee at a place called the Sleepy Hollow motel. He has been driving for probably five hours now and there is still a long way to go. Again there is nothing for miles and miles. I’m starting to worry that a rock is going to come bouncing down the cliff and in through the window like the start of that sexy beast movie. You never see the one that gets you! Best close the window. It's hot today. Really hot! But there's still snow on the hills and this place is beautiful. I think maybe the most beautiful place I have ever seen. I recently watched Once upon a time in the West to get in the mood for the American tour. There is a how it was then how it is now photo gallery on the DVD and nothing has changed. The roads are bad though and trying to sleep on the bus is like how I imagine riding a rodeo bull to be. Or being a rodeo clown that didn't get out of the way. Trying to type this is proving to be one of the hardest things I have ever done. Roberto informs us that it will be another four more hours to Vegas! Keep thinking about movies like Casino. Lots of people buried out in the desert. At least Vegas is a day off. Must clean my clothes. It's very important now, as it seems like the Jimmy Kimmel show in LA has been confirmed which will be our first ever US TV show.

Right so the Vegas plan is a little Roulette or Black Jack, win a fist full of dollars and buy lots of tasty vintage drums to ship back to the UK. Depending on how much I win maybe even a nice restored '66 mustang coupe. I need to replace my car that street punks dismantled in North London last time we went on tour. Not only did they steal the engine, wheels, doors and lights. They also took my windscreen wipers and my RUN DMC tapes. What do people need to steal used windscreen wipers for? More people who need to lose their hands. The landscape has changed again and the fear of death by falling rock has passed. It's turned now into little house dwarfed by the giant fucking prairie next to the massive mountains. It's the kind of landscape you expect to find dinosaur bones bleached white in the sun. This is Tornado country and I just saw my first one. The hills are red like blood again. I should have brought my red leather shoes if we are going to meet the Wizard. I read the book so know how to deal with that evil witch if the tornado strikes. This place reminds me of the original Star Trek. Star Trek and Bill and Ted.

The sign reads ‘Exit 26 Joseph’. We are still heading west on 70 and it feels like I have seasickness. Paul doesn't slow down for anything or anybody and the only thing to do is look out the window. The view is amazing so it’s worth it. I love the mountains. I get excited like a kid. I just want to climb things.

It’s about time I brushed my teeth but doing that means looking in the mirror, which I have been avoiding over the last few days. Worried that I am falling apart. Not getting any sleep or having anything decent to eat. Playing with all manner of different chemicals to enhance the day. Today its mainly coffee. Truck stops do such a wide range of exotics. French bean vanilla cream roast! All I just want is some normal coffee and a little skimmed milk. Our pizza and burgers diet is driving me insane. I dream about salad. All I want is fresh green Italian leaf salad, fresh prawns and feta cheese. They just fry things out here. Actually my dreams have been pretty bad over the last few weeks. Keep dreaming about pulling people from plane crashes, and my grandma who is really unwell.

Paul keeps talking to truck drivers on the CB radio. They have their own language. Chat mainly consists of police radar traps and what’s wrong with your bus or truck. "You’re about to lose yer load buddy, whole back of yer trailer's wide open". He's driving standing up now. The landscape's changed again which draws my attention back to aimlessly starring out of the window. There's nothing out here on highway 70 but pylons and it feels like the Romans built this road. I would lose my mind, forever driving along a road with no corners. The others are watching "Caddyshack" in the back lounge. We bought a whole wealth of 80's movies to pass the time. 15 hours driving gets pretty boring especially at nighttime so we have been hitting the Bill Murray classics and drinking beer. It gets pretty hard when the only choice you have is to go back to bed. Weird Science is my favorite so far. Kelly LeBrock is amazing but she's probably about 43 now.

Peter Malkin just phoned and said that the Carson Daly show is confirmed. Fucking hell. That's great! “He didn't make it to the New York show but his boys came down and had good things to say”. This means we will play a New York Brooklyn show, the Carson Daly show then fly to LA for Coachella if all goes to plan. God bless America. I'm starting to love this place. There is a sign in the opposite direction saying Salt Lake City. I wish we had had more time to see these places but I suppose we have a long way to go and a short time to get there. Just passed another huge sign advertising a whorehouse. "Memories last a lifetime". Paul says there's a great one in Vegas he has heard about. He says he will take me there if I want. No thanks; I think I would rather get a steak and some salad. "24 Hour Steak and Lobster, $14.99, next exit". Sounds good but we stop when we get to Vegas.

TV shows in New York, that's really good. I love New York. I think maybe it's the best city ever. Moving to east London was fun but New York just kicks you in the head. It's gritty and I like gritty. The week I spent with Kieran living in a hostel on Times Square was one of the best weeks of my life. Just walking the city everyday. Guggenheim. Central Park. Wall Street. Watching people play chess outside in the park in East Village. That Park is amazing. Skateboarders. Chess players. Punk bands. Yoga. Wild horses. Not in New York, out here in the desert. We just passed them. Exit 36. 150 miles to go! I don't know how Paul does it. The man is a machine. Never gets tired. Some guys in a pick up just passed us and they have taken a real interest in who may be onboard. They slowed right down to have a look. The windows are tinted so you can never tell. We parked next to another tour bus in Dallas. That one was driving Joan Baez. I thought that it was a guy but Didz informed me that she used to be Bob Dylan’s Girlfriend in The 60's. I suppose with a name like Joan it makes sense. Something's wrong. I can feel it. The hills are red again. Like those pictures they sent back from Mars.

There’s nothing out here in the desert except hundreds and hundreds of trucks, a huge Wal-Mart distribution center and a bus full of foreigners. They also have golf courses in the desert. Neatly manicured paradise running alongside the trailer parks. I’m starting to think that everything is too big. In Arkansas it took me an hour on foot to cross the interstate just because wanted to see what was on the other side. You really need a truck to go anywhere fast around here. People are scared as well. I remember the taxi journey on the first day from Washington airport to downtown DC. The driver thought that we wouldn't last an hour. He said, “Don't go out after dark cos it’s a strange place! People will kill you for five dollars around here”. We did go out and it was a strange place. I’ve never seen so many churches and so many booze stores.

Must have taken a lot of dynamite to build this road. We just drove through a huge mountain range and my fear of death by falling rocks just hit me again. Must find out the percentage of fatalities by loose stones. This bus is a big target and they don't have nets like in the Alps. Still is a net going to do much to stop a half-ton boulder? There are lights twinkling out in the desert and we are coming up fast on the Virgin River Casino. This is the first of what will be hundreds and I’m really not sure what to expect now apart from palm trees, green grass, neon, and miniature versions of European tourist spots.

That pretty much sums it up. The food was crap and the air was heavy and hot. Trying to find just a bar on the strip where you can drink and not part with your cash gambling is proving to be the hard. They even have slot machines sunk into the bar. Our hotel is on the strip next door to Circus Circus. We asked for double rooms, which was a mistake, as we should have said twins. Now Fish and myself have a double bed to share. I can live with that though as he keeps himself to himself. It's nine pm and I’m feeling sexual, tonight is going to be a good night. Andy P and the six of us head out into the Vegas night. By some crazy coincidence it seems that we have all dressed in exactly the same clothes. Circus Circus is our first call and I manage to lose three dollars in a slot machine but I am still feeling lucky. There is a live circus going on upstairs with a guy standing on another guy’s shoulders with another guy on his shoulders and they are jumping a skipping rope. I would hate to be the guy on the bottom. It must be murder on your back. I think this is the casino that they shot fear and Loathing in. I remember the revolving slot machine carousel. We leave there pretty soon and I think that we are all starting to realize that this town is full of lost dreams. Sell out city. The stardust is our next point of call. Just a little further up the strip. I am drawn to a machine with Marilyn Monroe on the front. I was sat under her in the Hollywood restaurant in Denver. It was a massive ten-foot high print of her skirt blowing up. Made me feel like I was looking up her skirt all night. Anyway I stuck in my mind and I was drawn to the machine. Really not sure what the game was or how to play it but I put a five dollar note in and chose 10 lines at 3 per line and hit spin. It's a winner $83.75c. Oh yeah! Las Vegas is looking up! I found the others in the bar and they couldn't believe it. Andy had won $7 and Kieran $0.40c. $75 dollars up so far. Not bad for 10 minutes work and having no idea how to work the machine. Our table was ready and I was ready to eat. The menu is filled with fried food again. Bad meal. The restaurant is filled with huge people who are not talking to each other. Whole families sat around tables in silence just eating ribs and barbecue sauce, and we are attracting a lot of attention as we laugh. The strip is very busy. All the twinkling lights are very exciting but there are no bars. We head over to the Belagio which is a paragon of wealth and massively over the top with it's indoor fountains and rose gardens. Got to get out of this place. Ben suggests the Hard Rock Hotel. As we are leaving a huge guy turns to his friends as we walk past and says, "Hey did you see those faggoty looking guys, fuck"!

The cab driver to the Hard Rock hotel is from Bulgaria. Kieran asks if he is from Sofia? He replies that he supports Chelsea and do we think that they will beat Arsenal on Wednesday? The cab costs $10. The Hard Rock is not a bar. Well it is a bar but it is mainly a casino. The waitresses are all wearing open fronted t-shirts showing all of their black bras and leather hells angel’s caps. There are also many professional girls wandering around searching for guys who have money and pay for their rides. This place is really pissing me off. At the entrance to the Hotel there is a glass case with a 1974 Gibson Les Paul owned by Pete Townsend. Guitar number 9, (he used to number his stage guitars for ease during gigs.) with an extra pickup and switch fitted. These things should not be put in cases for fat gamblers to stare at. It's like rich people who buy sports cars and keep them in garages or galleries that store paintings. These things should be used to their full potential. There is also a 70's Sparkle Ludwig used in the shop to store Hard Rock hats and bandanas and the light shades in the casino are made from 22" Zildjian Ks. Fuck This Place! We are here now though so I am going to play some black jack and drink some tequila shots. Andy and me sit down at a free table and the croupier shows us that we have to signal everything that we want in order for the army of people and cameras that are watching every move to understand what we are betting. I change up $20 dollars into chips. The minimum bet is $10 per hand and a hand takes about a minute to play. This could get messy quickly! The first two hands are winners. $20 up! Over the next two hours Andy and myself are up $100 then down to nothing and back up again repeatedly. Most hands are winners but a run of bad luck wipes you out in five minutes. It's a lot of fun and if you are gambling drinks are free. Andy manages to pull himself away $65 dollars up. However I'm not so lucky but walk away, with my original $80 winnings, after two hours have neither lost nor won anything. To the bar! Fisher has fallen asleep at the table, as he was one of the only people to stay up and see the Rockies. The waitress thinks it's very funny. Ben, Andy, Kieran and myself stay to have a few more beers while the others head off back to the hotel. We have to leave at 10am so a little sleep could be good. Sell out city. Full of wankers, arseholes, pimps, plastic people, tourists and prostitutes. Nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to die there.

The bus is broken! We are just outside Las Vegas at Whiskey Pete's and the power generator is not starting so we have no power and no air conditioning, which isn’t so good on a long drive in a crowded tin can through the desert to LA. We stop and an hour later find out we have to go back to Vegas to get the bus fixed. This is starting to be torture, as it seems we will never escape from Las Vegas. Paul turns the bus around and we begin the drive back into the city. Suddenly he hits the brakes and we are all thrown around the bus. Kennedy is running around shouting that the trailer is on fire and everybody has to get off. Great the trailer has all our instruments in. Shit! It turns out that a wheel has blown out and set on fire, the trailer is fine and we are all fine. There is just a little smoke and the smell of burning rubber but it will take sometime to fit a replacement. I wander of into the desert to look for rattlesnakes and take some pictures while they change the wheel. Nothing out here but sand and dead bodies!

The final part of the diary will be posted later this week.

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