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you-know-honey · 6 months

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Curse of Twins

Papa Nihil x Oc (you)

Chapter I: Sisters

Summary: Death is close to knocking on Sister Imperator's door and she knows it, it is time to tell the truth.

Word count: 1711

Note: bad English, this is all from fans to fans. creative freedoms.

"Are you sure about this, Sister Imperator?" A sister of sin asked hurriedly as she walked next to Sister Imperator who, given her age, was walking faster than normal.

"Of course, sister. I wish to end this as soon as possible, it is only a formality for the Clergy." It wasn't like that, the Clergy didn't care that much about his life.

"But it's your private life Sister Imperator!" The young sister of sin begged her not to expose herself to everyone like that, perhaps by knowing her as the human person that she was, everyone would lose the respect or rather the fear that she instilled in everyone under her charge.

Sister Imperator's heels clicked in the cold and lonely hallway of the fourth floor, three floors below, a biographer was waiting that she had hired for this very important work. Every moment mattered because as time passed the memories in her mind began to become cloudy and she could not allow that in any way.

The Clergy had warned that they could not tell anything about them. Fuck them, she wouldn't talk about them, she'd talk about her, both of them. Of his life and he would let only a few people read it, because he was incapable of saying such things in the face of the people he had deceived all his life.

The young nun's mouth opened once more, trying to convince her of something she herself was ready to do, a last tribute.

"Sister!" I called his attention rudely "The decision has been made, I would appreciate it if he would stop trying to change it and get out of here. It's an order." He stopped walking just to look at her face and give her those looks that chill anyone's blood.

"As you wish, Sister Imperator" the young woman said in a whisper and she left quickly until she disappeared around the corner of a hallway.

Sister Imperator sighed and continued on her way. 50 years ago she did not set foot in that place, everything seemed to have been preserved in time, she could breathe and feel back in her 20s, hear the laughter and footsteps of the children who were now grown men in the service of the Clergy. A nostalgic tear escaped her cheek as she continued walking with her eyes closed, imagining that she was returning to the good times, before everything was so complicated and twisted.

Her legs carried her to an old wooden door carved with the 9 rings of hell, she touched the tattered old wood, remembering times where was bright and firm. She grabbed the doorknob and turned it, the old and stored air filled her lungs accompanied by immense clouds of dust that covered her clothes and hair. As if that were nothing he took a step inside.

It was portal in time, to the beautiful 60s. The windows decorated with translucent curtains with psychedelic flowers that reflected their designs on the floor, the record player on the carpet in the center, the vinyl records of Nancy Sinatra, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, The Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin, the favorites of the moment, the beaded curtain on the bathroom door, the music festival posters hanging on the walls, the rugs at the foot of the beds with a pentragram, the nightstands full of books and cigarette butts, the overflowing closet of clothes, dressers with makeup spread and red lipstick kisses on the mirror, perfectly made beds, one of them with a goat doll that I used to remember calling Baphy…Those were the good '60s.

Time had taken its toll on the place as well as itself, nothing was like before and only shadows remained of what that room was, its memories were covered with dust until they were devoured by moths.

She approached the dresser, the white wood was unpainted and at the slightest touch it would fall to dust, on it there was a framed photograph, its glass was opaque and with several thick layers of dust. Sister Imperator could see herself, a tall, slender blonde girl in a black dress and platform heels, a malicious and knowing smile between her and her reflection in her mirror. However, her reflection had a sweet touch in her gaze.

She took the painting and clutched it to her chest, wishing she had more than a photo to hug, but it's all that was left.

They had such happy smiles, she could even remember the night of that photo, it was her first "mission" for the Clergy, they looked so happy and excited. If she had known the ending, she would have burned him and the place without thinking.

The young woman in the chair was totally nervous, perhaps it was because of the huge painting of Lucifer behind the chair behind the desk, the atmosphere of the place or the person who had hired her.

Two weeks ago he had received a strange email from a woman who called herself Sister Imperator offering a fabulous amount of money for her services. At first she did not take it seriously, she was a recent graduate and the well-paying jobs that come from nothing were always obvious scams. After a few days that same woman had called her, she had been tempted to say no but something in her tone or perhaps in the way she said it made her accept.

A van that had all the earmarks of kidnapping children on Halloween had picked her up 2 hours ago, the driver had been very friendly, a boy with a kind smile. When he arrived he saw the facade of a huge religious institution.

She was left alone at the entrance, where a very kind and cheerful girl took her to the office where she was now.

I expected to see large crosses, suffering saints, Bible paintings and nuns with an extra habit covered, but that was clearly not the case. He found himself in a satanic ministry, although he knew that they were generally down-to-earth people, the more paranoid part of she feared that would end up as a human sacrifice in some kind of ritual.

She pressed her briefcase against her legs as she turned in the chair, she was beyond nervous and she could feel the sweat on her forehead. She had brought what was necessary, a recorder with a USB connector and your laptop, in addition to the classic notebook and several pens.

15 minutes had passed and the woman who had hired her still had not appeared at the door, nor had she been allowed to go to the bathroom as she had requested, not because she had any need, she wanted to wash her face and freshen up first but it was a denied request. She couldn't even go out to take a look at the hallway because she could see the shadow of feet behind the door and long blonde hair behind the opaque glass window of the door, so that wasn't an option either.

The office was decorated as you would expect, with the slight difference of satanic figurines and Luciferian painting. The shelves were full of books, there was a kind of small living room, with comfortable navy blue velvet sofas, a small table with some stains from coffee cups and a fireplace with some somewhat strange photos, perhaps the least strange was the of a young blonde kissing the cheek of a boy with face paint, they looked deeply in love, their white clothes were stained with what looked like blood. The window overlooked the center of the abbey, a fountain, some people passed by, nuns with revealing habits and even the boy with the pretty smile passed by that place.

The young biographer sighed, looking at her watch, while her nervous leg tapped the ground. The blonde hair behind the door moved and she could hear the murmur of voices outside. It opened and a small, gray-haired woman walked through the door, with a lively, mischievous smile. The young woman quickly stood up and extended her hand towards the woman.

"There's no need." she told him as she sat in her chair, behind the huge painting of Lucifer.

The young woman kept her hand and sat down again looking at the woman, the nervous play of her hands gave her away in front of Sister Imperator, who smiled, her nervous movements reminded him of her dear Cardinal Copy .

"I'm Sister Imperator," she said, moving her chair closer to the table. "Do you know why she's here, young lady?"

"He hired me to do her biography, lady" the girl responded quickly.

"That's right, I need you to put everything I'm going to tell you on paper. Can you do that?" Questioned, the young woman got nervous and just nodded her head several times. "But let's not forget the formalities" the woman took out a sheet of paper from one of her drawers and slid it to the young woman "It's a contract, read it."

The girl took the sheet of paper in her hands, feeling like she was dealing with the devil himself, she read it a couple of times, before putting it back on the desk.

"Have you read it yet?" Sister Imperator's tone was sweet, but in the young girl's heart it was like finding a razor in an apple.

"Yes"

"Everything that happens in this room is something that only you and I should know. I only want 6 copies, I will take care of the printing myself, you only have to give me the final copy. Will you sign?" Sister Imperator extended a red pen with cute gold carvings, it must be valuable.

The young woman reached out with her trembling hand and took the cold pen in her hands, she removed the cap and with Sister Imperator's gaze on her, she slid the pen across the paper, the red ink formed her signature and she felt an enormous shiver run through her ribcage along with a delicious feeling of peace.

The deal was done here and in hell.

Hello! I mean I hope you like this little fic, there's something about the young Papa Nihil that just makes him irresistible in my eyes.

#papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iii #papa secondo #ghost the band #papa nihil #papa emeritus i #nihil young #sister imperator #mary on a cross #1969 #kiss the go goat #papa zero #cardinal copia

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dreamsallalongthewatchtower · 7 months

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CH. 5 La Rumble

Summary: Maya opens for a famous country act. The daggers get to watch Maya preform and Phoenix receives a special gift. Maya runs into some trouble. The daggers get plastered Maya and Jake have a sweet moment

Notes: Fighting, Mentions of Alcohol.

Word count: 2.1k

As the SUV pulled in front of the venue everyone was in awe. A small lively man approached the vehicle. “Can I help you?” The man asked. Maya rolled down her window. “Hi, I’m Maya Atwell, I’m the opening act for tonight.” The little man called over the radio confirming the information he was given. After a few seconds a voice called to him informing him that Maya was the opener. “Okay, go around back, there is a spot by the buses where you can park. Here is your pass, the rest of your party will have theirs waiting with security.” The small man instructed. Rooster pulled into an alley and saw two large tour buses. A security stopped them. Maya once again informed the security guard of who she was, flashed her pass and they were shown to their parking spot. As the group exited the SUV and walked towards the back door Maya stopped them. “The owner of the venue is a friend of mine, and he is allowing everyone as a gift to Phoenix and a favor to me, so don’t go getting too rowdy. Understood?” Maya asked. Everyone nodded their heads following Maya inside the venue. A familiar face greeted the group. “Hey Cody, I was told you have some passes for my friends here.” Said Maya. “Hey!” The big guard said. “Yeah, here we go, I’m also your point of contact for tonight. For all of you tonight.” Cody said looking over the group. As he handed out their passes the group said thank you and followed him as he led them to a dressing room. “Soundcheck is in ten minutes. I’ll be out here waiting.” Cody said. The daggers settled on the furniture in the room. Maya hung up her clothes, laid out her make up and got her hair tools plugged in. “Okay you guys can chill here while I do sound check.” Maya said, leaving the room. The daggers couldn’t believe they were backstage, let alone in a dressing room. “Phoenix, your friend is really cool.” Mickey said. “Yeah. She has always been the cool friend, but this takes the cake.” Phoenix remarked.

After a while Maya returned to the room. Stripping off her shirt, Maya sat at the mirror in her tank top starting to curl her hair. Phoenix and Maya moved around the mirror in silence as they got Maya ready. Once her makeup and hair were done Maya pulled out her outfit. Changing in the bathroom Maya emerged looking like a rock star. “Okay. Nat you want to do our thing?” Maya asked. “You know it would be a proper show if we didn’t do our thing.” Natasha replied. The men looked confused. What were the girls talking about. Maya and Natasha touched their foreheads together and placed their palms together. “Mom, dad, I know you’re here.” Maya started. “Tommy, Steven, Paul and Freddie we know you’re here.” Natasha said. “Gene, Slash, Vince, and Jimi allow me strength.” Maya said. “Petty, Morrison, Jagger and Idol lend your sex appeal.” Natasha said. “Stevie Nicks, Christine McVie, Janis Joplin and Grace Slick this is a tribute to you! In the name of rock n roll!” Both the women shouted. Hugging each other, the women let out some laughs. “That is some ritual.” Javy said. A knock came at the door. “Come in!” Maya yelled. “Hey Maya, are you ready?” Cody asked his friend. Maya nodded her head. The group followed the security guard to the side stage. “Okay, here are your guitars, and some extra picks.” Cody said, pointing to a stand that had two electric guitars and an acoustic guitar on it. The lights in the venue dimmed down and the crowd cheered. Maya gave one last hug to Natasha and grabbed an acoustic guitar. During her opening number Maya looked poised and calm. Jake couldn’t help but look at her in amazement. The powerhouse voice Jake heard on his first day in Vegas still sent chills through him hearing it again. Bob noticed the look of admiration on Jake’s face and nudged him a little. Jake turned to him. “You picked a good one.” Bob reassured him. “I know I felt nothing for other girls in the past, but man she has me mesmerized.” Jake replied. Towards the end of her set, Maya signaled something to Cody. “Okay guys, just walk out on the stage, wave and come back.” Cody instructed. The daggers were completely lost but did as they were told. “I want everyone to give a big thank you to the brave naval aviators here tonight.” Maya said. As the daggers went out on the stage and waved the crowd erupted in cheers. “Thank you, Las Vegas!” Maya shouted. The group walked off the stage. Maya exploded with happiness. “Oh, I can’t believe I just played a real show!” Maya shouted. The group gave Maya a big bear hug and congratulated her on her set. The group was led back to the dressing room while the stagehands set up for the main act. After hearing the crowd got loud again Maya knew it meant Florida Georgia Line was on.

“Okay, let’s get back out there to watch these guys.” Said Maya. The group once again walked out to the side of the stage to watch the country duo perform. After their third song Maya turned to Phoenix. “I have a surprise for you.” Maya said. Before Phoenix could respond Cody was guiding her onto the stage. “Please welcome a special guest.” Tyler Hubbard said. “Lieutenant Natasha Trace to the stage.” Brian Kelley finished. Natasha was crying as she was embraced by the two men. “Now we heard a rumor that it is your birthday. Is that true?” Tyler asked. Natasha just nodded her head overwhelmed with happiness. “Well, you know that means we have to sing you a song. I want everyone here tonight to sing Happy Birthday with us to Natasha.” Brian said. The whole venue sang Happy Birthday to Natasha. Even more tears rolled down her face. Getting another hug from the duo Natasha waved to the crowd and rejoined her friend on the side. Throwing her arms around Maya, Natasha just kept thanking her friend over and over again. “It was no big deal; I knew you would like it.” Maya said. After the set ended the country act joined the group. “We are heading over to La Rumba for a little after party if y’all want to join us?” Tyler offered. “We would love to.” Maya answered. “Great, we have a couple things to take care of, and we’ll meet you there. Tell them you’re with Kelley Hubbard and they’ll let you in.” Brian added. The duo walked away and left the group in shock. “Let’s not stand around waiting for them.” Maya said. Walking back to grab her things Maya felt like the night could only get better and better. Meeting the daggers in the SUV Maya was smiling ear to ear. Guiding them to La Rumba Maya was overcome with joy. As promised the group got in using the name given to them. The daggers were flagged down by the country act at a VIP table. The large group party for a while. Maya, who knew she would have to drive back, only drank a little to keep herself sober enough to get behind the wheel. Stepping outside to smoke a cigarette Maya felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. “Couldn’t help but fall in love with your set.” A voice said. Maya felt a chill run up her spine. She knew that voice. She had hoped to never hear that voice again. “You’ve come a long way from the 18-year-old who followed me here.” The voice spoke. “Leave me alone Elijah. You stay away from me, and I stay away from you. That was the deal!” Maya gritted through her teeth. “But I heard you were thinking of leaving for California. That will be hard to do considering you still owe a few people favors.” Elijah snickered. “You don’t know anything about my favors, so stay the hell away.” Maya yelled. A few party goers and the daggers were outside watching Maya and Elijah shout at each other. As Maya flicked her cigarette butt in Elijah’s direction, she told him the conversation was finished. Elijah grabbed Maya by the arm pulling her back in front of him. “Let go of me!” Maya yelled. Elijah just laughed. As the men started to rush over to Maya and Elijah they watch as Maya balled up her fist. Landing a left hook. Elijah spun and fell to the ground unconscious. The dagger squad looked in bewilderment as Maya cradled her now throbbing fist. Jake was the first one to break the silence. “Who knew you were a southpaw. That was spectacular.” Walking over to Maya Jake cupped her face in his hands and gave her a well-deserved kiss. “Well, I don’t like it but if you like him, I’ll accept it. Just let me know if you ever lay out Bagman like that.” Phoenix joked. The group headed back inside to finish the night.

As Maya herded the now drunken daggers, she couldn’t stop thinking about how Elijah knew she was leaving for California. This thought ate away at Maya as she drove home with the aviators slurring their words to the songs playing on the radio. It reminded Maya of the old sailors in movies that would sing their sea shanties. Finally arriving at the house, the daggers were ready to pass out. Phoenix left to one of the bathrooms to shower. Maya took the opportunity to fill in the rest of the squad on the plans. “So, tomorrow, we are going to explore the strip and have dinner at a restaurant at Caesar's palace. Then another club. On Monday we have a private cabana reserved at the Bellagio cypress pool club. Tuesday we’ll explore the strip more and have dinner at Hell’s Kitchen. After that we’ll figure it out.” Maya said. Turning to a half-asleep Bradley. “Rooster, I made a couple calls and okayed it with someone by the name of Pete Mitchell to give you and Phoenix an extra night. I have arranged for a private dinner at Cipriani. Keep in mind this is on her actual birthday so don’t ruin it.” Maya ordered. “OOOOH” the daggers let out in unison. “Shut up.” Rooster yelled. One by one the daggers drifted into their rooms for a much-needed good night’s sleep. The last one in the living room was Jake. With his eyes closed, Jake was humming Jeopardy tune. Maya just rolled her eyes. How could this tall goofball be someone who could hurt her. She never understood Natasha’s reasonings and she wasn’t going to start. Tapping Jake on the foot Maya was expecting him to just keep humming. Instead, his eyes shot open, and a grin grew across his face. “Want me to join you downstairs? Or do you want to stay in my room tonight?” Jake asked. Maya was shocked, he had taken the question out of her mouth. “Well, it is my house so why don’t we go to the basement.” Maya replied. As the two stood up Jake Grabbed Maya and pulled her into his embrace. With no music Jake started to sway. Maya wasn’t sure what he was trying to do so she just swayed with him for a while. “Let’s go lay down, Bagman.” Maya teased. “No, no, no, only those guys call me that. You can call me anything besides that. Okay sweetheart.?” Jake said leaning down to kiss Maya. The kiss started slow but eventually became sloppy. Maya bit Jake’s bottom lip. Releasing a moan from the aviator. Maya couldn’t help but giggle. The intoxicated Jake was so easy to tease. “Come one Jake let’s go lay down. We’re going to have a long day tomorrow.” Maya said. “Couldn’t we just hang out here tomorrow?” Jake asked. “Nice try. If we stay here tomorrow, we won’t be getting anything done.” Maya said. “I know that’s the point.” Jake replied. Maya turned around and took Jake’s hand into her own. Leading him downstairs Maya got her way and eventually got Jake to go to sleep. Maya couldn’t sleep much. She spent the night tossing and turning. The thought of Elijah knowing her next move was something she hadn’t anticipated. How in the hell did he know she was leaving soon. More importantly who told him. Finally around two am Maya was able to fall asleep.

#natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #bradley rooster bradshaw #rueben payback fitch #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #jake seresin x oc #tgm fanfiction #tgm #fanfic

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mccoys-killer-queen · 2 years

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Seeing Richrath Project 3:13

if anyone at all is reading this i know you're thinking "who tf is that" and I didn't even know until about a month ago myself so-

they're an REO Speedwagon/Gary Richrath tribute band that I heard was coming nearby via local radio contest giving away tickets. I REALLY wanted to go bc you know I'm an REO hoe, so I entered the contest (even tho I would've paid) and decided to contact the band about photography permission bc why not. Welp their manager lady or whoever got back to me and offered to put me on the guest list so I can get into the show for free and photograph them. Saved me $25 (which i promptly spent on a tshirt) but yeah! I've never had a band do that for me!

the 'venue' it was at (if you could even call it that) was a local rod and gun club. yeah. it was outdoors and they played under a lil pavilion while everyone brought their own folding chairs it was a very hick area but that made it unique and intimate I guess?

the whole place still gave off bad vibes tho toinrtgwnwgrf shady ass republican vibes

the opening act was this local guy and his wife...

i mean they were very good but they opened with singing God Bless America and me and my sister wanted to laugh so fucking bad and it just confirmed all the Bad Vibes we were sensing bc they did it again with another American(TM) song

THIS COUPLE'S SETLIST GAVE US WHIPLASH SO BAD it went from like god bless america to country to 2015 pop to janis joplin back to country to the cranberries to the who to sad song about vietnam and what the FUCK

anyway during this couple's act, a praying mantis flew over me and my sister and landed RIGHT in front of the husband onstage and we were like 8^D

shortly after that ANOTHER mantis almost landed on me and i was like NO NONONONONONO and kicked it away

my sister looked under our picnic table for the mantis and found a toad instead

this toad then hopped onto the lawn in front of the 'stage' like it came to watch the show

when Richrath finally came out it was sweet relief

they opened with Don't Let Him Go and the singer from afar looks exactly like Vince Neil but sounds just like Kevin it was very cursed

i kept movin around and was scared of blocking people's view but then one of the owners (?) of the venue came out right in the fucking middle to take pics with her phone and i was like aiight

the band kept posing for me i stg i was so nervous i felt like THEY were watching ME

when they played Roll With the Changes people finally came out and started dancing

the people who started the dance were a group of people around my age????? they were obviously wasted bc nobody my age around here likes REO :'3

couples were slow dancing to Can't Fight This Feeling and ;-; made me feel something

every time they went into a different song I haven't heard live I turned to my sister (who isn't an REO fan) and went :OOO

should probably mention this was the first concert ever played at this place (again this ISN'T A VENUE LMAO it's just like picnic grounds)

they introduced Flying Turkey Trot and then they had to stop in order to do a raffle for the venue erofnwerofwerging it was so fucking funny to me the way the singer was just like *picks ticket* ..."number 327538"

introducing Ridin the Storm out like "there's a storm comin" and me passing it off as a joke but apparently there WAS a storm comin

everyone dancin to Ridin the Storm Out and their encore of Born to Be Wild

me talking to each of the band members after the show and being awkward and not knowing what to say and sounding too fake and professional imo

i got a pic with the singer and he BARELY touched my ass but i think it was an accident

#concerts #concert #concert log #richrath project 3:13 #i sent the pics to the manager but i haven't heard from her yet hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #reo speedwagon

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mariska · 2 years

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shared these on my insta but forgot to share em with u guys on here; my musician uncle who also collects vinyls/physical music media like i do sent me two awesome records in the mail recently and i had to take some pics because they are both absolute gems!!! one is a re-issue of Big Brother & the Holding Company's debut album (originally from 1967 iirc) and the other is a super cool psychedelic/jazz-fusion album i hadn't heard of previously that has the coolest newspaper style graphic design on both sides of the inner sleeve (literally called The Inner Sleeve for the mock newspaper title lol); that one is from 1971, and there's a really sweet, heartfelt written tribute to Janis Joplin (who was the lead singer of Big Brother & the Holding Company before she became a huge solo act) on one part that i had to share because it made me a bit misty eyed to read knowing that it would have been published around a year or so after she suddenly died. haven't had a chance to listen yet but i'm excited to hear them both asap!!

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radiomaxmusic · 6 days

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Monday, April 22, 2024: 10pm ET: Feature LP: Charlie Daniels Band - Million Mile Reflections (1979)

Million Mile Reflections is the tenth studio album by Charlie Daniels and the seventh as the Charlie Daniels Band, released on April 20, 1979. It is best known for the hit single “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”. The title refers to the band having passed the million mile mark in its touring. The song “Reflections” is a tribute to Elvis Presley, Janis Joplin, and Ronnie Van Zant. Daniels…

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#1979 #Charlie Daniels Band #Country #Feature LP #RadioMax #Wikipedia

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themowearchives · 12 days

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Bio

formed in boston and currently based in somerville, my own worst enemy (aka mowe) is a female-fronted trio that creates dynamic indie-garage-pop using two electric guitars and drums - no bass - alongside strong harmonies, rapid-fire rhythms and occasional harmonica and twang. inspired by the boston music scene and by the likes of sleater-kinney, patti smith and the replacements, songwriters sue and steve started playing, writing and making four-track recordings after meeting at the middle east in cambridge. the duo added drums to the mix and began gigging, playing their first show at o'brien's in allston in february 1998. the cassette-only demo tape called "cinnamon" followed later that year. the band kept writing new songs and released treblemaker, a collage of loose, energetic demos and late-night studio experimentation in 2000. with a drummer change the following year, mowe survived on a steady diet of writing new material and sporadically playing live, releasing the 13-song no guarantees in 2003, produced by pete weiss and released on elis eil records.

my own worst enemy's straight ahead, d.i.y. approach to passionate, heart-on-your-sleeve songwriting and high energy live shows continues to evolve and move the band in new directions. the addition of a.j. on drums in 2005 gave the band a huge boost and again spurred a major songwriting flourish. the recharged trio hit the clubs and ultimately returned to recording with pete weiss once again behind the board at verdant studio. in the fall of 2007, mowe released its third record, total action, on pristine indigo records. positive reviews, college radio airplay, better gigs and a stronger live following were the result of their efforts.

using the momentum from total action as a springboard, my own worst enemy takes it's game to the next level with its 2011 full-length, electric like the moon. the eleven song record follows the band's blueprint of recording live basic tracks in the woods of vermont, working quickly and efficiently to produce a loose and real-sounding document of a band not over-thinking the process. this record picks up where total action left off and delivers a solid, up-tempo collection of modern rock songs in a fashion that only sue, steve and aj can muster. highlights include the band's epic ode to billy ruane, called "man of the hour"; a major-chord garage-rawk tribute to monoman and felice called "the kids don't care" and covers as only mowe can perform, by the smiths, lady gaga and tribe.

in late 2013, mowe released a limited-edition 45 rpm single, paul revere/angel of the underground. recorded and produced entirely in their hometown of somerville, ma. (at q division and armory sound) by pete weiss (who else??) the band continues to churn out the hits.

if this isn't enough to hook you, they probably never will. come to a live show and get a copy or find an online outlet...you'll be glad you did.

sue - guitar & vocals

sue's humble musical beginnings trace back to the fifth grade when she would play the folk mass at her church. after moving to boston for college, and years of recovery from having attended catholic school, sue picked up the guitar again with less sacred intentions. over time, she moved from working out bob dylan and janis joplin tunes to writing songs of her own, playing for an audience of one kitty (named nico) in her little studio apartment. sue's muses range from patti smith to r.e.m., billie holiday to husker du, leading to songs that are rooted in feeling, not formula. as a longtime supporter of local bands on the boston scene, sue has drawn inspiration over the years from favs like jen trynin, scarce, dambuilders and kristin hersh. although it's unlikely her songs will ever be heard at church services again, their purity and veracity cannot be denied. working with bandmates steve and a.j. allows sue's songwriting and vocalization to continue evolving in new and ever-intriguing directions.

steve - guitar & vocals

steve's earliest music memories are sitting up in a favorite tree listening to simon & garfunkel and the beatles on a snoopy am radio. second to the pop tunes of the 70s was the raw, exciting world of punk & new wave in the early 80s; high school afternoons were a crash-course in new music, digging through friends' vinyl collections that included the vapors, marshall crenshaw, pretenders, the clash and elvis costello. inspired by the music's originality and coolness, steve bought a juno 106 synth and began composing original songs, eventually swapping the keys for a guitar and four-track. after gaining degrees in liberal arts and english literature at umass, steve moved to providence and then to boston where there were great local music scenes going, all the while writing tons of songs and listening to alot of replacements, big star, uncle tupelo, teenage fanclub and guided by voices. eventually fate intervened: steve met singer/songwriter sue at a dambuilders/fuzzy show in cambridge. they have been writing and playing together ever since.

a.j.: drums, harmonica, backing vocals

a.j. remembers fondly a day long ago...ozzy osbourne's "crazy train" blaring from the radio...rocking out in his high chair...older sisters approving his behavior...thinking, "hmm...me likey." while much has changed over the years, that same pinball-machine effect seemed to spontaneously recur inside (sans high chair) upon hearing the likes of u2, the police, the beatles and the kinks. a drum kit received for high school graduation provided an antidote of sorts as a.j. let loose the full-tilt frenzy within. and later on, the clash, uncle tupelo, wilco, the stone roses (first album), the band and the shins proved beyond a doubt just how much great drums could impact and shape a song. since joining the band in march of 2005, a.j. is already making his mark on the songs of my own worst enemy.

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