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boricuacherry-blog · 1 year

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I'm very much a California girl. I grew up in Long Beach, then moved to San Pedro, which was very multicultural. And my stepfather was Thai and Hawaiian. I do have a musical family, my [biological] dad was in a barbershop quartet and my mom had a lovely voice, which I of course didn't inherit. I was really athletic - I played handball in school and beat all the boys twice before the bell rang - and I had a lot of anger I needed to get out, so I figured I would play the drums. I wound up playing in bands within three weeks of starting to play. Thankfully my family was encouraging. I always wanted to be an artist. There was this gallery near our house and they use to offer oil painting lessons. And I was really into that. That was really my jam.

When I heard punk rock, it had a really big impact on me. I was like, Woah, you can do that? In high school, these girls invited me to go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Pink Flamingos. Then you start meeting other people, you know, the guys from Red Cross, and The Stingers [a Longbeach band], because they were also seeing the movies. There was a definite crossover with, you know, punk rock and John Waters movies.

Some of the bands I really liked going to see in Hollywood were like, The Weirdos, and X. I really loved X so much. I copied Exene's hair, with just the bangs and kind of like the egg running down your head of different colors, as if you just cracked an egg of colors down your hair. I also liked The Alleycats - God there were so many bands at that time - Nervous Gender - The Bags. I also listened to a lot of Neil Young and Nick Cave and the bad seeds.

I played in a punk band that was like an art punk band. One of my first bands was called Sexually Frustrated. The two girls that were in it were little people [midgets] and you know, I'm like six foot tall. So it was like a visual thing on top of what we were doing. I was also in a band called IUD with the same two women. We were playing with The Omelettes at Camarillo State Hospital. You know, it was very arty, and there were like saxophones.

I met Courtney [Love] through a friend and she wanted me to be the drummer in a band she was starting. Courtney really wanted to make good songs. I don't think I'd ever played in bands where the words were really revealing anything of yourself - the emotional part of being a woman. I really responded to her lyrics. It's like Courtney was speaking for me in a way I couldn't for myself. The words really tapped into something. Pretty On the Inside really spoke to me - all the horrible stuff in my childhood, the dynamics in my family and with other people - that song just really, really spoke to me. I think I wrote a lot of my drum parts to accent what she was saying in the songs. I would, like, ride the cymbal, but make it sizzle - like Rat Scabies from The Damned, he would do that alot. I'm a very emotional drummer. I'm not the timekeeper metronome type of drummer.

When Jill [Emery] joined, that was when Lisa Roberts had left. Courtney let her go because she was threatening the owner of a club with a screwdriver when they didn't pay us. It turned out the owner was the wife of Eddie Nash, the infamous gangster, so Courtney was like, "No she has to go." And Courtney had already been in acting, so she knew all the Hollywood rigmarole.

I wasn't as into Pearl Jam - I was more into Mudhoney. I really liked the garage rock and Iggy Pop - kind of that Detroit thing.

Babydoll [from Pretty on the Inside] was about Madonna. Courtney saw her driving a Mercedes and didn't like it. Courtney worshipped Madonna though. I think that was her playbook. She wanted to be the rock version of Madonna.

I guess it could be said that grunge owes a lot of its existence to Reagan. We were deep in Reagan's America at the time, with the hypocritical values at the time.

Around the time Courtney got pregnant, I was also pregnant, but didn't realize it at the time. I'd had the flu for weeks, and Eric [Erlandson] goes, "Maybe you're pregnant." And it turns out I was. And unfortunately, my relationship at the time was breaking apart because I was always gone [on tour with Hole]. I got a voice-mail on my answering machine that I was being let go from the band, and this was after Eric had already given me money for an abortion. Courtney was telling me we were gonna be playing with Sonic Youth in November in Japan, so she didn't think me being pregnant was going to be good with me playing drums. So I thought, OK, as part of my career move, I'm going to have the abortion. And then she just kicked me out anyway.

I was actually kicked out three times, which a lot of people don't know. Courtney chastised me in the middle of a show because she thought I wasn't playing fast enough. I felt she was publicly humiliating me, so I threw a drumstick at her head. She was mad and kicked me out. Then it was like, OK you can come back if you just do Slimfast and cigarettes and then play drums everyday and do drum lessons. She really liked how I played, but she wanted me to play perfectly, like a Dave Grohl. So I would just comply - I lost weight, etc.

There were a lot worse experiences I had with Courtney, like her telling me, 'I made you,' and stuff like that, like saying I needed to do whatever she wanted at any given moment because 'I didn't even belong here.' So it feeds on your insecurities. That's what manipulative people do. It just got more and more tense that way.

And I mean at first she would, like, spend the night and we would pig out on Entenmann's and watch like weird videos, and have fun like that, but you know, now I realize what she was doing - she was trying to learn all my Achilles heels. And then she would just press on those things when she wanted me to do something.

Courtney was really smart. She was a speed reader - I mean she went to Montessori school - so she's a fascinating person.

Kurt's funeral was intense. There were about 50 people, not a lot of people there. It was Kurt's family, the Sub Pop family, and just all the people he knew. I was around Kurt, but I didn't really know him. We had very few private moments and unfortunately we did not get to be friends. I went to his apartment one time and he was in his pajamas and I sat on their bed. And he was excited to tell me he had a dream about me. He goes, 'We were in Aberdeen and we were riding bikes in my neighborhood,' and I was asking questions and he was telling me about it. And Courtney was standing in the hallway, very Bette Davis, smoking a cigarette, and she goes, 'Well he needs some female friends, but not you, your tits are too big.' And I was engaged to be married, so I don't think she thought I was flirting with him. And then he just looked at his feet, really ashamed. And I left shortly after that. But I'm proud of what we created.

-Caroline Rue, original drummer for Hole

#caroline rue #interview #hole #courtney love #pretty on the inside #carolyn rue #kurt cobain

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thewaywardhealers · 9 months

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Breathing heavily, she made her way inside without an invitation and froze when she found Lorna tending to the very small healing wound.

"And what hell's teeth are you doing here?" Lorna questioned as she glanced up from her adept work.

Juliette froze for a moment, then continued. "I'm leaving...now."

Lorna huffed and finished binding her poultice down and turned her hazel eyes in her direction, "You have said this before, I have said that before...what is it?"

She didn't know how quite to word the fact that now, with departing from Lorna, she felt the true pang she had felt at parting ways with Exene.

"Juliette?"

She bit at her lip, her brows knotting together, "I am going to miss you."

Lorna looked at her with disbelief and then barked out a laugh, "Well, I am not dead, jules..." but cocked her head and rose to her feet. "I will see you again."

"Promise?"

Lorna was touched and felt her cheeks warm. "I missed you too." And kissed her gently. "If Helena learns we parted ways and never saw each other again. Do you know what she is going to do?"

Mimicking Lorna, Juliette quipped, "Have another baby?"

Both sisters laughed and embraced Juliette's voice, cracking, "Now who is going to keep me in line?"

"Keep up the practice...and we will write."

Juliette steeled herself, breathing deeply and nodded. "We will."

"I love you, though not at much as Dom's massive -"

"LORNA!"

#the wayward healers #lorna blake #juliette kestrel willow

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sunflowersbloominthewinter · 3 years

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Just Additional System Things

- having to justify why an introject isn't exactly like source

- having to justify why an introject is exactly like source

- having to justify why an introject is only sort of like their source and sort of not

- having to justify why an introject exists

- introjects who don't have accents similar to their source characters & get ridiculed for it

- when gender and sexuality are kind of just one big blobby jumble of stuff because there's so much conflict going on inside

- having to explain why polyfragmented is not just 100+ alters

- having to explain why polyfragmented is a traumagenic-only term

- flashbacks

- flashbacks but ✨spicy✨

- flashbacks but you have absolutely no emotional connection to the events so you're just sitting there remembering all this stuff and you're like huh. interesting.

- emotional numbness

- your sense of self is nonexistent

- can't keep your story straight on anything

- i'm a cis girl. i'm a cis guy. i like pineapple on pizza. i hate all fruit. i'm an excellent navigator. i have no sense of direction. i love you so much. i'm not capable of feeling love.

feel free to add on~!!

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drucktranslations · 2 years

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q.meeee

Zoe: Question, rather chug a mixed drink, how does one spell exen [= chug a drink in one go], with an e?

Kieu My: Yes. Like your ex and then an -en.

Zoe: Exen, or a beer, right?

Kieu My: Yes.

But a beer, I don’t know.

Zoe: Beer does not go down easliy, I feel.

Kieu My: You think? Really?

Zoe: Yeah, a mixed drink is sweet and is great and I love it.

Kieu My: I once downed a whole beer with Constantin. Okay, that was shotgun as well, it was really disgusting.

Zoe: Who won?

Kieu My: Me of course.

Zoe: Consti, Consti, which animal fits you best and why?

Constantin: Hmmmm.

Zoe: Quick, quick answer!

Constantin: Uhm, uh, uhhh...a dog!

Zoe: What kind of dog?

Finn: You dog!

Constantin: Just a dog.

Zoe: Okay, Isi, how about you?

Ismail: Uhm, a peacock.

Zoe: A peacock?

Ismail: Yeah.

Kieu My: Because you’re fucking aggressive?

Zoe: You bitch!

Ismail: Do you want to say something?

Kieu My: Fight.

Zoe: Uh, good question. With whom in the group would you like to switch with for one day?

Constantin: Who’s this addressed to?

Zoe: Everyone.

Ismail: With no one, that would be so boring.

Constantin: For real, dude?

Kieu My: Is there something you’d like to say?

Ismail: Wanna fight?

Zoe: Rather chug a mixed drink or a beer?

Kieu My: You dog!

Finn: It’s both disgusting.

Constantin: Dude, relax, It’s both wicked!

Zoe: I’d rather chug a mixed drink.

Ismail: Oh, I’d love to switch with you.

Kieu My: Hey Consti, remember when we had the battle?

Constantin: What?

Kieu My: When we had the shotgun battle?

Ismail: I would really like to know how breasts feel.

...lie on them like a pillow.

Zoe: No, I think you’d have to have size double f for that.

Constantin: But with silicon it works?

Zoe: No, are you dumb?

Kieu My: What are you talking about?

Zoe: About silicon tits and if you could use them as a pillow.

Kieu My: Obviously not.

[overlapping voices]

Zoe: Okay, new question. What do you notice first when you think someone’s hot?

[laughter]

Kieu My: Constantin.

Ismail: Silicon tits.

Kieu My: And if they don’t have any?

Red!

Finn: Am I red?

Kieu My: Not you.

Finn: Ah okay.

Constantin: Chill out.

Bastard!

I ask the questions now.

#druck #druck instagram #druck ismail #druck season 7 #druck translations #ismail inci #kieu my vu #zoe machwitz #finn nguyen #constantin ostendorf

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iknowthesugarplumfairy · 3 years

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I was tagged by the fabulous @glittersister ✨to post nine of my favorite women vocalists. It was so hard to pick only 9 ! These women have inspired me so much with their talent, stage presence and style. Groundbreaking Goddesses all. Here are my 9 (no order except for Exene who is my #1 forever)

*Exene Cervenka *Pleasant Gehman *Johnette Napolitano *Chrissy Amphlett *Kat Bjelland *Poly Styrene *Judy Garland *Amy Winehouse ( one of the best voices of all time IMO) *Honeychild Coleman.

**Joan Jett gets an honorary spot at the top because she started it all for me when I was 13. *😉

I tag @youcantfiremebecauseiquit @lunachix @smashingcherries @soundgrrrden @nemesister @inthebelljar @kum-mer @bruised-violetss @beelzebub-barbie @persephone-nymph . and anyone else who wants to do it...

#exene cervenka #johnette napolitano #pleasant gehman #chrissy amphlett #joan jett #poly styrene #kat bjelland #Honeychild Coleman #judy garland #amy winehouse #x the band #concrete blonde #the 1865 #divinyls #babes in toyland #women in rock #the screaming sirens

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vinylfromthevault · 3 years

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X “Alphabetland” 2020. Fat Possum Records. Rough Trade white vinyl exclusive, limited edition of 400 copies. X’s first LP with the original lineup (John Doe, Exene Cervenka, DJ Bonebrake and Billy Zoom) since 1985 (!!!!). Released digitally in April 2020, the vinyl came out almost exactly one year ago from today on Aug. 29th 2020 (it hit the UK’s Record Store chart at #7 the last week of August ‘20, the first time X ever charted) and it’s taken me that long to break the seal and throw it on the turntable. What the hell was wrong with me to take so long??!! It is...amazing. They sound as strong and fast as they did on their groundbreaking debut in 1980. It’s tight tight tight (Bonebrake!), the guitar riffs are fast and punky (Billy Zoom!) and Exene’s and John’s voices still blend perfectly. I’m hard-pressed to pick top tracks because every single song is fantastic, but to narrow it down at least a little: the title track/opener “Alphabetland,” “Water & Wine,” the insane “Delta 88 Nightmare” (recorded in 2019 and released as a single backed with “Cyrano DeBerger's Back,” before a new album was even planned) and the punk-ripper “Star Chambered.”

Our vinyl edition came with a two-sided poster: one side with the album cover and the other with the liner notes by author and musician Willy Vlautin.

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#x #alphabetland #john doe #exene cervenka #dj bonebrake #billy zoom #punk #fat possum records #rough trade #colored vinyl #limited edition vinyl

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thejesmondsiblings · 3 years

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Merle had spotted the pair first.

She thought them an easy target, a women bound tightly in her bodice and skirts, and a man who seemed besotted by the prim and buttoned up younger woman.

She had trailed them and had lost them, only to find them again when they slept. Merle suspected they knew they were being trailed, for twice they almost double backed, on her.

Clive took a bit more convincing. He had promised Merle that kind of life was in their past. He never forgave himself for teaching his sister to stalk and hunt. To kill.

He studied the buttoned up woman, not a fasten out of place, her dark eyes ever mindful and careful. And he had to tell Merle they were not a good target. He saw nothing worthy on them.

"They are travelling light, they have nothing on them." He tried to reiterate to his baby sister.

Merle was not convinced, "It's always these types Clive, you taught me that."

Shit. He knew he had, "The man is old, he should be easy to down, the woman will probably give up anything if we simply threaten her and him."

And they waited, and caught Exene off guard. Merle launched herself at her, relishing the sound of her fist hitting flesh. She seemed even goaded by the sight of the women's split lip.

It had all been so easy. Pining her down, one hand holding down her wrist, the other her foot stomping on her other wrist threatening to break it, dagger in hand, drawing it along her cheek and watching that thin rivulet of red mark where her blade had dragged....

When she felt the dagger begin to twist in her hand, towards her own heart.

She barely had a moment to recognize what was happening when she flew off of the other woman and slammed hard against a nearby tree trunk. It almost knocked the air out of her, and she struggled back onto her feet, startled by that show of power.

Clive thought he had the easiest hurdle, he was clearly taller and younger and taunted Eris.

Clive charged, punches landing into Eris' side and thinking he had effortlessly overpowered the man, when Eris got back up and showed him what he was made of.

He had abandoned his own dagger, where fists hit flesh, brutally. Yet...Eris was well rehearsed for such hand to hand combat, and his attacker was faced with more than just a challenge.

They continued to square off, until Clive heard a voice that was not his sister's.

A dagger at her neck "Stand down." Exene challenged.

Clive and Merle had bitten off more than they could chew, and now...they were left bested, tied to a tree, and talking amongst themselves, "Wolves and Witches....fuck."

Baited and bested, the siblings learned more about what they would be facing, when it came to Hillside.

#juniper hills #merle jesmond #clive jesmond #the jesmond siblings

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cdlistening · 3 years

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X, 'Los Angeles' CD (Slash/Rhino)

Saturday, June 26, 2021, 7:23pm (full listen)

Continuing on with the accompaniments to my current reading is this first album by X, which I bought nearly 20 years ago and have not listened to in ages. I remember being kind of cool on it back then, and I must admit to having a similarly mild reaction to it this time. They're pretty proficient musicians, and unfortunately that allows them to toss in some pretty banal rockist kind of moves, and generally I am not a fan of the way John Doe and Exene Cervenka's voices sit together - oh well!

#x #los Angeles #rhino records #slash records #John Doe #exene cervenka

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spmcomic · 4 years

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Theia and Gaia

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Chapter 1: (part 1 | part 2) Chapter 2: (part 1 | part 2)

Chapter 3: (part 1 | part 2) Chapter 4: (part 1 | part 2)

Satriya considered the uneven chain mail in front of him, hung on the rack, dripping wet. He rolled a topaz between the fingers of his gloved paw. Now, where exactly did the Den Mother expect him to find a place for a gem of this size? Perhaps it could fit on the chest, with the proper setting.

“Apprentice,” he barked, his ears high and severe. He should at least look the part of the strict mentor. The kid poked his nose around the corner, whiskers quivering.

“Get that empty necklace with the triangle settings. I’m going to show you how to modify damaged armor while you repair it.”

“Here is your map,” something said in the distance. A colored sheet appeared in front of the space. “We’ve loaded it into your processor. You can access it the same way you would move your leg. Just reach for it.”

“Yes, sir.”

A shift in weight. Some kind of belt went over its back.

The creature pointed ahead. Rolling hills stretched past the hand. “Arborville is that way- houses built into the trees. If you get lost, use your life-form radar. It’s not hard.”

“Yes, sir.”

Exene touched a paw to the enormous footprint and rubbed the damp clay between her fingers, letting the earthy scent fill her nose. Her eyes narrowed. An unfamiliar predator lurked nearby, and she was very, very far from home. Then… Just the most hushed breath. Just the slightest change in the air. Her grip tightened on her bow and she bounded away as the monster dropped from the dense, dead trees above, leaving a crater in the clay where she had stood.

The rocky outcropping nearby gave her enough cover to scramble into a crack where the monster couldn’t reach. She took a rattled breath, grasping at the quiver on her back. Looking out through the tiny sliver of daylight, she could see the monster’s sharp triangle ears twisting this way and that. It raised its nose to the air. She shrank back out of sight before it could turn her way.

But the monster had heard her. With two huge leaps, it landed on the boulders, further settling the pile. Exene cried out as her arm and bow caught between two of the shifting rocks. The monster hissed, rocking back and forth on the pile to crush her. She curled up, gasping at the pain in her twisting arm, and put her feet against the boulder above. Even with all the might in her legs and feet, she could hardly keep the boulder from rolling off its support, and she grunted with the effort.

Then she heard the quick whistle of an arrow leaving its bow, and another soon after. The monster screamed and fell back, its shadow crossing the narrow opening above. The others made short work of it while Exene panted and held the rock off herself. They had better not leave her-

Finally, the weight lifted, and her brethren freed her mangled arm.

“I think we can make a home here,” she hissed through gritted teeth. One of her sisters laughed and handed her the aloa leaf, which she snatched away to wrap her arm in.

“You’ve got a pebble stuck in your joint, hold on,” a voice murmured. The space stopped moving. At the creature’s touch, its elbow strained under some pressure, and then loosened with a vague relief and freedom.

There were trees.

Tiny fingers struggled to reach the rough valves of the trumpet. Its bleating filled the empty nest in the moonlight.

Then, there were no trees. There was a ravine.

“We move out at dawn,” the Warlord snarled, cowing his advisors. “You can go one night without sleep.”

Then there were the walls of a ravine stretching overhead, and hard ground.

Fu bumbled with his quill, struggling to keep the stack of skins in a straight pile in his arm. How the Mayor expected him to write and walk at the same time, he had no idea. He shuffled forward, poking his feet out one at a time while he kept his eyes on the skin on top, his quill dripping.

As the Mayor spoke, Fu’s attention drifted to the view from the top of their little fort. An entire town coming together like this… The Mayor was truly an inspiration. As strange as the social structure was… Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

“Did you get all that?”

Fu nearly dropped his stack as the Mayor turned toward him.

“Did you hear about Head Merlock?”

“Ha. What did she do this time?”

“She’s shut herself in her study again and won’t let anyone in the fusion chamber. No one in her department’s going to finish their studies at this rate.”

“Ha! I’m glad I’m not her apprentice…”

Well, this was a fine predicament. Their quest wouldn’t be a very long one if they couldn’t even cross the mighty Yangtze river winding across the wide, wet fields a few miles outside of town. Ishani thumped the ground a few times and hopped back toward the shrubs obscuring their resting spot. The other five members of the party had clustered close in the thin shade.

“It’s dry season,” their leader offered. “If we head upstream for a few days, we should find a place to cross. Even the plains here aren’t flooded.”

“A dry season in a dry year,” the oldest member of the group tutted. “Predators will be hungry.”

“They would have moved downstream by now.” Ishani poked her ears above the shrub. The breeze cooled the tips, and she heard no whispers in the wind.

“But we would lose several days of travel,” their guard piped up.

Ishani frowned. “No. That will take us up into the mountains… The Yangtze curves west through the range. It’s a little out of the way, but not more than a day or two.”

The eldest only twitched her whiskers.

Ishani snapped her fingers. “Oh, wait, this could work to our advantage! The paths there will save us a trek through the Eagle Pillars. That’s slow and careful work anyhow.”

The leader raised her eyebrows. The breeze played with her mane.

Ishani swept her foot through the grass, digging out a little trail in the light dust. “See, if this line is the river, and we move this way…” She dragged her finger through the dust across it. “We skip out on that entire eagle nest. That cuts the danger of our journey in half.”

The eldest blinked. “But only half.”

She shrugged. “We’ll take care of the second nest when we get there. Maybe we can find another shortcut.”

A porcelain monster walked alongside the space. The space tingled at a familiar shriek that echoed across the ravine and cut off with shattering glass. The monster next to it flinched, falling a step behind, before it hustled to catch up.

“Oh. You’re not awake, are you?”

No response.

“… What assignment have you got?”

The information came easily. “Apprentice Merisis has instructed this unit to deliver the filled globes to the Scrying center in Optym.”

They walked in silence for a moment.

The porcelain creature leaned to the side, head tilted. “Which route are you taking, Lazarus?”

“The provided map gives directions across the overworld.”

A harsh, static noise. “I know a faster way. More efficient.”

“More efficient.”

“Yeah, follow me.”

Ajith smirked, clapping his paws together. “Listen. Someday I’m going to play Tempest. Just watch.”

His brother let his head fall back over the side of their nest of skins and cushions. “You’ll never make it. You’ve got no grit, brother.”

“Grit!?”

The memory cut off as the porcelain creature gently rapped on the armored side with several clinks. “Don’t drift too far off. We’re here.”

In front of the two of them stood a row of tall, colorful doors set into a vast wall. From one end of the platform to the other, there were seven, each metal slate splashed with a different color.

The other creature hopped between its four feet. It stepped forward to pat the wall energetically. “Karchner’s perfecting something called Dimensional Doors. Travel between cities is instant, when they’re running properly.”

The space waited for the path to open so it could continue forward.

“The Sentry over there gave me their power schedule, when I worked there a few weeks ago.”

The porcelain creature continued talking, but…

Deven leaned on his spear, watching the other soldiers play their card game.

One of his companions turned their head up to him. “Pouting because you lost?”

Deven sighed. “No, I’m keeping a lookout. My constant vigilance is the only thing keeping you sorry morons alive.”

Another barked out a laugh and tossed down her cards. “That’s a pouting face, if I ever saw one!”

“One of us has to watch!” Deven’s voice cracked as he threw his free hand in the air.

“Sure, but only because you lost.”

Next round, he would kick their tails to the horizon.

The surface. Tall grass, trees on the horizon. Then, the ravine. Then, the surface.

Bugs speckled the inside of the ancient amber. Jing turned it this way and that in her paw, letting the torch light glitter off its surface. This would make a perfect talisman for the Gauntlets of Healing.

Two voices from above, sitting in the trees, while the space waited for its load:

“Meret told me something interesting. You want some city gossip?”

“Hit me.”

“Underside’s slowed its robot production rate way down. Head Merletaph is furious. Meret caught her chewing out Head Merlock big-time on the roof of his apartment, he said he just had the window open and they didn’t even try to keep it down.”

“The most important thing, when you’re brewing tea…” Masala began to her crowd of wide-eyed youngsters. She couldn’t help but grin at how their ears perked. “Is to set the right environment.”

The stars twinkled above. The space’s head lights cast long dim beams across the grassy hill. It turned its head upward to follow the slope, and noticed the moonlight glinting off its fingers.

The moonlight…

Something was wrong. What was it?

There should be three moons, the voices whispered together.

Neima hunched over her stone in the dead of night, pausing every few moments to turn her head up and examine the moons. Their light played off each other: sturdy bronze, icy blue-white, and airy reflective gray between the two. She jabbed her quill against the rock, crumpling the tip. With a snarl she tossed it away, grabbing yet another out of her cup. She dunked the end of it in her ink and very nearly chewed on the tip while she contemplated the three heavenly bodies. Ink dripped off her nose, leaving her whiskers quivering in the multicolored light.

How could you translate such a sight into music? The moons hung serenely in the sky, blotting out even the stars in such a wide circle. The way the colors lit up the long strands of dead grass, bounced off her slate, twinkled at the end of the quill… Neima’s brow furrowed and her ears drew back. She shuffled her stiff feet, trying to force some feeling back into them. They would be out of phase again soon. The next collection like this wouldn’t come around for another two years. She had to make her decision. Bronze, and white, and blue, and gray… The cold and the stillness and the crisp smell of the dew collecting on the rough stones. What notes brought them to mind? What might another instrument accomplish that her trumpet could not?

The song was meant to be her magnum opus, but upon facing the reality of the sight, how could she ever do it justice?

Lazarus paused. I guess I never will, the voices mused together. It stood, on the hill, for a long moment. The packages on its back pushed its knife-legs into the soft ground, so much softer than it was at home.

It could never get home, could it? From the very beginning… the Artificers had total control over Lazarus’ fate, and had ensured it was trapped forever. The voices never had a chance. Even if Lazarus did get home, the voices had been gathered from across time, from across the countries and tribes and regions. Where could Ishani fit, in this new world? Where would Timur? Bryagh? Kai? They had never heard of some of the ideas the other voices shared- the Mayors- the quills- the games- the armored mounts-

Was there even any way home? How did they get pulled into this world? What could Lazarus do on this world, if it did disappear into the wilderness between settlements? Were there other robots out there somewhere?

Lazarus turned its head away from the strange, foreign moonlight and stared at its wrist protrusions, dug into the ground. Before it acted, this time, it needed answers.

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beaboutitpress · 3 years

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SONG: LOS ANGELES BAND: X PLACE: LONG BEACH YEAR: 1980 by Peggy Morrison

What’s a song that you listen to in order to remember something? That’s what we asked our writers for this edition of Be About It zine, and we are loving the responses we got. Check out this entry from Peggy Morrison!

SONG: LOS ANGELES BAND: X PLACE: LONG BEACH YEAR: 1980

I had heard this other kind of music that I was attracted to because it was full of rash, urgent energy I asked this bassist I knew, Steve, where was it? Where could I hear more of it? He told me it was punk and I could hear it every week on Rodney's show; I forget the name of the radio station. I had an upstairs apartment on the West Side of Long Beach. I met Patti through her boyfriend, Alan. She had platinum hair in a short, asymmetical cut, a swashbuckling way of walking and bold red lips. She needed to get away from her alcoholic mother and I had a two-bedroom place. Patti's friends were a gaggle of buzz-cut teenagers in kilts and leather and safety pins Punk clubs Long Beach, downtown LA, Hollywood, Redondo Beach I was in the mosh pit jumping in time with the noise; shot tons of pushed tri-x film, published the pictures in local rags and zines and gave them to the bands for the 45 and LP covers Went to shows or made shows happen and partied after hours I was in the Strong Silent types. We practiced obsessively in a cheap rented rehearsal space. My role was to screech, howl and hum backup choruses to Crystal's deep-voice, epic lead singing, plus, I played the flute, X's album came out: The world's a mess; it's in my kiss Everybody knew each other. Fast-moving. never planning where to end up or when to go home, It was non-stop. We had to go out almost every night just to be there when our friends played. We were a milling herd She had to get out, get out get out, get out I was taking classes at CSULB to get my teaching credential and become a "citizen" -- get my first legit job. I was in the placement office of the university looking at the job advertisements. I wanted to get out of the city and be a teacher in a small town in California. In the back of the big three ring binder there was an advertisement for a teaching job in a school in Guatemala. On a reckless whim, I mailed my resume. She had to leave LOS ANGELES and when they called to offer me the job in Guatemala, I recklessly accepted. It seemed about as far as you could get from Long Beach, about 3000 miles They sent my plane ticket She found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend It felt strange it felt strange. It felt sad In Guatemala City, en la zona 9, I would go out of the house at night and walk around in the silence, not knowing what to do with myself, missing the city, missing LA, with Exene and John's dissonant voices ringing in my head She gets confused 'Cause the days change at night Change in an instant She had to leave it felt strange it felt sad it felt sad

- Peggy Morrison

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Name: Peggy Morrison

Location: Ohlone land, AKA Alameda, CA

Favorite sad song: Never Mind by Nancy Griffin

Brief Bio:

Peggy Morrison is a California writer who lives and works in the San Francisco Bay Area, enjoying its creative and fertile literary community. Her poetry has been published in Cloud Woman Quarterly, riverbabble, Poecology, Let the World Wonder, Naked Bulb Anthology, Day Without Art, DoorKnobs & BodyPaint. She was honored to be part of the United States delegation to the CubaPoesia International Poetry Festival in La Habana in 2017. Peggy is the author of one book of poetry: Mom Says (2020, https://www.amazon.com/dp/1657735192). Along with poetry Peggy is a mom who loves reading, teaching, gardening, music, and backpacking. And she is a bilingual teacher committed to working for social justice.

#peggy morrison #writing about music #music writing #poetry #los angeles #be about it zine #be about it press

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Book Review: Under the Big Black Sun

I grew up constantly bouncing between the San Fernando Valley and Orange County in SoCal during the 80s and 90s at a time when punk, post punk, and new wave were deeply entrenched in the landscape thanks to the efforts of DJ Rodney Bingenheimer and KROQ. It was a time of change, with Alternative and Grunge coming onto the scene with Nirvana and Sonic Youth, but at the same time bands like X were held in a state of godlike reference.

This was before the internet, before spotify, before even cds! I would bum rides from anyone and everyone to go to all ages shows, even managing to convince a friends older brother to take us all the way up to Gilman st in the bay area!

But the thing is... there was another story ... a story about the scene before my experiences... the scene in the late 70s and early 80s where anything went, where art, and music, and style all merged and began. I’d heard people talk about those days, the days of the Masque club and Brendan Mullen, and the Canterbury Apartments... I was lucky enough to go to the Hong Kong Cafe a few times when it reopened in the 90s, and I heard tales of how it USED to be and we all watched The Decline of Western Civilization (on vhs!) which had been shot there!

I had bootlegs and tapes from bands that no longer existed, stuff from the Germs, The Screamers, and The Minutemen. I knew D.Boon was from Pedro and that he was dead, but that was all I knew... and yet I fucking LOVED their songs.

So when I grabbed this book, I sat down to read it hoping to find an enjoyable overview of who was who and what was what. Instead what I found was a history book, an academic primary source of how the LA Punk scene was, how it began, who the major players were, and how it changed over time thanks to the influx of violent OC punks and heroin.

Instead of a single author, you have differing experiences and viewpoints from the people who were there. People like John Doe and Exene Cervenka from X, Jane Wiedlin from the Go-Gos, Pleasant Gehman, El Vez, Henry Rollins, Mike Watt, and more.

Some chapters are better than others, Mike Watt’s is an homage to D.Boon in the most loving way, as well as a history of the scene from their San Pedro perspective. Jane Wiedlin’s chapter is probably the best written and most informative. Together with Charlotte Caffery, you get a real experience of what that time was like and how things all happened from the drugs, to the fashion, to just who was who. Jack Grisham’s chapter, in contrast is barely worth inclusion, and I’m saying that as someone who really does love a lot of T.S.O.L songs... he’s just a big piece of shit. Dave Alvin digs into Cowpunk and the Blasters experiences playing with bands like Black Flag which is really good, but I was disappointed in Henry Rollins addition to the book. I’ve heard him speak, and read his words elsewhere and expected a lot more.

If you have any interest in the bands, the music, the scene, or in Los Angeles culture at all, you’ll love this book, hands down. It’s the only book on the topic that really captures the geographical divides that exist here, and that punk overcame. Where you had bands from Chula Vista/San Diego, San Pedro, Hollywood, the Valley, the beach cities, as well as East L.A’s unique chicano/latino contributions to early punk.

The thing you hear over and over is how art and inclusion of all sorts of outcasts is how it began, but then it became corporate and overrun by violence and anger and exclusion. How women were a major force in the beginning, and how they became excluded and pushed out later.

This was not my generation... I came after.... but it is because of all of these people, the music they made, the clothes and style they created, and all that they did in a fuel of alcohol and drugs that laid the foundation for what I was able to experience. This is their history, this is their story, this is what happened from their own mouths. Too many of their friends and bandmates are dead, but they lived and thanks to this book, we have their stories.

5 out of 5 stars

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Title: Under the Big Black Sun

Authors: John Doe

ISBN: 9780306824098

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Description: Under the Big Black Sun explores the nascent Los Angeles punk rock movement and its evolution to hardcore punk as it's never been told before. Authors John Doe and Tom DeSavia have woven together an enthralling story of the legendary West Coast scene from 1977 to 1982 by enlisting the voices of people who were there. The book shares chapter-length tales from the authors along with personal essays from famous (and infamous) players in the scene. Additional authors include: Exene Cervenka (X), Henry Rollins (Black Flag), Mike Watt (The Minutemen), Jane Wiedlin and Charlotte Caffey (The Go-Go's), Dave Alvin (The Blasters), Chris D. (Flesh Eaters), Jack Grisham (T.S.O.L.), Teresa Covarrubias (The Brat), and Robert Lopez (The Zeros, El Vez) as well as scenesters and journalists Pleasant Gehman, Kristine McKenna, and Chris Morris. Through interstitial commentary, John Doe "narrates" this journey through the land of film noir sunshine, Hollywood back alleys, and suburban sprawl - the place where he met his artistic counterparts, Exene, DJ Bonebrake, and Billy Zoom - and formed X, the band that became synonymous with and in many ways defined L.A. punk. Under the Big Black Sun shares stories of friendship and love, ambition and feuds, grandiose dreams and cultural rage, all combined with the tattered, glossy sheen of pop culture weirdness that epitomized the operations of Hollywood's underbelly. Listeners will travel to the clubs that defined the scene as well as to the street corners, empty lots, apartment complexes, and squats that served as de facto salons for the musicians, artists, and fringe players that hashed out what would become punk rock in Los Angeles.

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As the next battle for Arbor ceased, and both parties cared for their injured and dying, all the healers that were able bodied worked, and Exene realized.

She had seen her sister almost die.

Lorna would survive but her injuries were significant. The two women had used their abilities, together and spared more death and destruction.

It had left Exene depleted and she was nursing a deep gasp along her brow, yet she found herself the one taking command.

Alden was minding the Tree people who could not fight, while Alynne and Juliette treated their own archers and those they found strewn out further than Exene's reach.

But it was that moment, when silence of the dusk of the following day that she dared to visit the hot springs Alden had once mentioned soothed all ailments.

She didn't believe him, but hot springs were the only source of ready heat, now that the nights were bitterly cold.

With Eris, they enjoyed the water together, Exene shy, but finding her voice when she finally recognized how close she'd come to losing him.

He was hurt, but his injuries fared easier than many others. Promising she would tend to his bruises, and he assist with the deep cut on her brow, they settled in the heat of the water.

There, she admitted something she had not yet shared.

".....I believe I am in love with you."

Something she had known for quite some time now, yet could never voice. It had taken her almost too long to admit, but she was pleasantly surprised by his words.

"About time ye caught up with me..."

The War for Arbor was far from over, yet all her past pains and those soon to come once more, she was not alone.

She had her Dragon.

#the wayward healer exene #the village of arbor #eris parker #the dragon of barley #in love

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sunflowersbloominthewinter · 3 years

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BT: having trauma is so fun, isn't it? 10/10, would do again

our best friend, also a system: so true bestie <3

#arcade's zoom escapades #bt's voice #exene's voice #indigo's voice #did #osdd #dissociative identity disorder #other specified dissociative disorder #system #did system #osdd system #trauma #ptsd #cptsd

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tavalegawi201679-blog · 5 years

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Summary: Under the Big Black Sun explores the nascent Los Angeles punk rock movement and its evolution to hardcore punk as it’s never been told before. Authors John Doe and Tom DeSavia have woven together an enthralling story of the legendary west coast scene from 1977-1982 by enlisting the voices of people who were there. The book shares chapter-length tales from the authors along with personal essays from famous (and infamous) players in the scene. Additional authors include: Exene Cervenka (X),...

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yaldev · 2 years

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Dar Ruqh Sel Gadeh

“Dar ruqh sel gadeh.”

—Central Yaostayan saying; “the sand does not die.”

Come on. Come on.

“It’s not working?” Private Exen asks.

“For just a minute, quiet!” Cyborg-Corporal Fanthox retaliates, keeping his eyes shut tight and his breaths timed with his march. Three soldiers follow his trail, but he can’t hear their discussion over the sand particles from this building storm assaulting his helmet.

Come on.

Static reverberates through Fanthox’s head. The communication card embedded in his skull can’t secure a signal.

Come on.

Got it! It’s hazy, but a voice speaks into the Corporal’s brain.

“Praise Pelbee.” “Praise Pelbee,” Fanthox returns the greeting, masking his irritation as best he can. His cybernetic enhancements are no help. “Sergeant, the storm’s getting worse. I’ve started leading the team back to CC4, almost there. Permission to abort?” “The scouting? Yes, get back in. Just keep your guard up. Other teams spotted bandits.” “Yes sir.” Fanthox cuts off the call before a frustrated growl escapes his throat. If there were any bandits out here, they would’ve taken cover before the weather got this bad. “What did he say?” Exen shouts over the wind. “He gave permission to—hold on!” Fanthox stops walking and bends his knees, bracing against the thick cloud of sand moving toward them from the side. He holds his breath as the cloud passes through them, assaulting his ears with the deafening wind and the relentless clatter of sand particles.

He turns to Exen. “He gave—”

One of his companions falls backward into the dust, clutching his shredded throat. Another tumbles forward. Fanthox makes out a knife handle in his chest just before he lands. Exen collapses to his knees with an agonized shout, clutching his abdomen, then reaching for his sidearm.

Fanthox draws his rifle with incredible speed and starts marching after the cloud, firing on it relentlessly. With a blink his vision switches to gridsight, reducing the landscape to a featureless geometric layout, empty where the storm interferes with data reception. He sees running legs within the cloud. The occasional rendering of shortswords. Fanthox’s shots are accurate, but none of the targets even slow.

“Dar ruqh sel gadeh!”

Fanthox whirls, sees an ancient mystic-woman behind him. He switches his weapon to burst mode and unleashes a storm of shots, which fail to penetrate the translucent runic barrier that springs into reality to protect her. He stops firing, walks backward, feels more sand coming from the winds behind. In one smooth motion he turns around and fires on the approaching cloud, and the two assassins within.

All in a fraction of a second. Three shots toward one of their heads. The first hits their magical barrier. The second shatters it. The third goes through the skull. An assassin starts to topple. The other reaches Fanthox, an open hand pushes his rifle down, the other hand raising a knife for a stab. Fanthox hears Exen’s handgun after he sees the bullets go through the attacker’s waist. It swings its dagger as it falls, but it fails to penetrate the Corporal’s armoured legs.

Fanthox confirms the kills with another shot to both corpses. He turns back to the shaman just in time to see the brilliant glow from her raised hand, drawing static electricity from the storm into itself, and—

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Every window locked. Every door bolted shut. The sandstorm advances on Conversion City 4. Bodies are masked by the clouds, but if you pay attention, you can catch the glimmer of their weapons. The winds mask their footsteps, but not their chanting.