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“When I was born, the doctor looked at my mother and said, ‘Congratulations, you have an actor!'”~ Sally Field

So let’s end the evening of blogging with something happy. Something new and fresh. Something POSITIVE.

This is my super-intense-batteries-not-included-underground-no-admittance-without-the-password-under-scrutiny-by-an-oath-of-silence-members-only-fabulously-set-to-music-primarily-awesome-most-beautiful-world’s-most-terrific-top-notch-redheaded-secret-friend.

But you can call her Aussa.

She is also known for her cult definition to the word supercalifragilisticexpialidocious as you will see a photograph of her in the margins for that specific dictionary entry.

I know her because she has a blog as well. And truth be told, she has twice as many followers to it as I have to this blog. In addition, her blog is far better than mine is.

Aussa today wins the Internet Award for her blog post that she produced earlier in the day. I do not know how she feels about winning blog awards, so I will skip the award memes here. To be safe.

It appears as if she is now going through a major life transition with her significant other, she refers to as The Boyfran. Such a transition that it is difficult for many to fathom. But she is hopeful that this transition will be happy and healthy as she deals with the fact that she now has the option of whether or not to use the name of The Boyfran to refer to the significant other known as simply, Alex.

This just happened.

This just happened.

Amalgamation of names resulting in a delightfully fun term of AuSex to define the two of them together in this relationship in which the parameters have greatly changed.

I’ve known Aussa for about a year through the commonality if our blogs and have been in contact with her on a socially acceptable personal level for that same amount of time.

As of recently, she has been featured in Cosmopolitan magazine. No lie!!!

Aussa is the luxury fountain of knowledge based on her own travels, experiences, and of course… styles.

And now she’s entering into a different stage, a new chapter if you will, in her life with her significant other.

To put it very bluntly, I could not be any happier for the both of them as they embark on this journey together as their lives will soon become one path as man and wife.

I originally had an actual visit to Aussa in person, one-on-one somewhere, possibly at some event on my bucket list. But it was to happen within the next ten years. Now with this new update, I’ll be including the mister as well in that visitation IF she’ll have me.

Each and every blog post that she composes sheds a light into her brilliance and expertise along with her professionalism in knowing just how to get the point across to her readers by way of tales. I wished I was as good at it as she is.

Now if only she will accept my goat sacrifice in her honor. In which it will be the first of many.

Check out her blog. Join it. Be one with it. Learn from it. BE the blog!! Subscribe and follow her blog as you will not be disappointed with the levels of entertainment that she brings. And the expertise of seriousness towards other fateful issues of every day life when humor has no place.

Tell her that DAMBREAKER sent you in her comment section. And be blessed by Aussa’s writings. As well as enjoy them as much as I have this past-almost-a-full-year. I will be sure to put it in with the other important links in the Blog Roll.

Her latest blog post can be found here:

http://aussalorens.com/2014/09/23/say-goodbye-boyfran/

0.with-Three-Breasts“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”~ Jane Austen

Since I’m on a roll here ….. 

Dear Whatever-Your-Name-Really-Is,

Your name isn’t fooling anyone.

I know that things must be tough for you, being 21 years old and all of that and out in the scary part of the world known as “Florida” however I don’t think that there’s a single person that I personally know in life who has been impressed by your image which has been thrust into the media lately.

Your ALLEGED $20,000 body modification to your chest is almost laughable. But since the jury is still out on the situation I shall digress.

Your comment about how you wanted to become unattractive to men, so you threw on a third breast IS however the truly laughable part. Instead of being unattractive to all men (simply because you don’t wanna date any more) now you have more breasts than anyone else on the planet, which is going to make you stand out to men even MORE and thus … your plan has officially BACKFIRED.

Seriously speaking though, what is it that as infants we cling to the most especially moments after being born? What is the one thing that gave us comfort as well as nourishment and growth?

BREASTS. 

Its actually the very first thing that everyone on the planet has put in their mouths moments after being born!!!

And you think that throwing on a third is going to turn off a guy? Wow, you don’t know men at all!!!!

One thing is for certain though, this has garnished you enough attention that you truly were seeking to begin with. And that’s all this is: a campaign to gain attention. The spotlight absolutely MUST be put on you, huh?? 0.5DC-985_634x542

Unfortunately you are not old enough to remember the 1990 original version of TOTAL RECALL starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. The three breasted look already has been done! What you are doing is nothing new or inventive.

And now you want your own television show on MTV.

Let me clue you in on something: MTV is not as popular as it once was. Hardly a soul watches MTV any more. At least to my knowledge people have have abandoned MTV since MTV quit being MTV. And you want people’s attention to watch you on camera on that particular television channel??? Is there any particular reason as to why you want MTV that I am missing or didn’t catch some where else????

I honestly though feel for you, since you are on an attention seeking campaign right now. Starting with that alleged $20,000 boob job. That’s pretty expensive to try to get the guys to turn away. But then have them turn back and look at you while on television.

You really need to figure out what it is you want.

Do you want to repel men or do you want your television show? Because at this stage, breasts are just what men are going to totally dig whether or not its two breasts, three breasts, or one hundred. Let me warn that if you add any more breasts to your chest then the TOTAL RECALL jokes and comments will disappear for sure and you’ll be nothing but looking like a woman with cow’s udders. The “GOT MILK?” jokes will come in full force. (IF they haven’t already.)

Sadly though your attention bid will more than likely be over soon. The Sam Pepper scandal along with what is going on right now in the Middle East and now another public area shooting that happened? All of these things are going to kick you out of the spotlight! And that’s not what you want, is it??

So let’s hurry up and make a decision of what you want to do with your life. The time is ticking on your viral-ness and you are almost out of sand.

I think that you WILL be contacted for television appearances but it won’t be at the caliber you are hoping for. And get ready for the offers to pose topless because honestly your goods are you being topless. Massage therapy now seems like a distant dream. The dream is fading. Better hurry up and catch it!!!

After posting this to WordPress, it was brought to my attention with absolute certainty that this story is in fact, a hoax. And personally I am thankful for that. She still needs to figure out what she needs to do with her life, other than stage hoaxes for attention.

However, since I did not believe in the story’s truthfulness 100%… I did use the term “alleged” when writing because I didn’t think that it would be true. Thank you for those people who were trying to correct the situation, as well as those who were just being vindictive assholes to prove me wrong. Instead of this being an opinionated post, it now shall remain intact on this blog…… but as satire. Thank you all for your “concern”…. DAMBREAKER

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“A word to the wise ain’t necessary – it’s the stupid ones that need the advice.”~ Bill Cosby

As usual, I am a bit late to the party when it comes to these things that hit, become viral and get in the news and in our faces as a collective population. Things that make you shake your head incessantly.

Sam Pepper,

You need a new hobby.

Perhaps you could go to your 2.4 MILLION YouTube subscribers and ask them what they all would like to see you do…. rather than what you have been doing, since you know, you’re running a streak of TWO videos being pulled on YouTube due to sexual content violations.

And now that its out there and everyone knows what has been done, what makes you think that your newly found and well deserved haters won’t stop at two videos? What makes you think that the haters won’t flag every video you upload to YouTube from now on??

You clearly didn’t learn a thing from your first video fiasco by your ass pinching prank video when you sexually ASSAULTED women, you thought that turn around was fair play. But all it showed to the world was that you are an equal opportunity sex deviant and prime slimeball.

Even your equal opportunity video was flagged then banned from YouTube by ass pinching and sexually ASSAULTING MEN since you had given women the first round about.

Putting your hands on another person when it is unwanted is actually ILLEGAL in this country. And here’s the dumb thing: You put it on video of you doing it!! So you’re clearly guilty of this action.

Let me reassure you that if I was to go around town, video recording me talking to women and then suddenly grabbing their butts when they weren’t looking or suspecting it, I’d be in jail. And in addition a few of those women would not hesitate to defend themselves from my deviant actions. And  they would be justified in doing so. But who knows…. maybe you encountered that yourself, and you just simply edited that out of your video. We’ll never know.

And now that you are feeling some heat from the vlogging community as well as having your account go down in flames because you have been deleted TWICE in a row…. there’s really not too much that I can add that hasn’t already been said by countless people already in the past couple of days because of your disgusting actions to do what you did — all in the name of calling it a prank???

That’s not a prank, that’s a crime. And believe me when I tell you that you DESERVE some jail time for these crimes against both women and men. Everyone involved from both videos that were pulled from YouTube!!!

You forcing your presence on unsuspecting women and then just expecting them to accept your actions because you are recording is nowhere near funny. Your laughter to break the ice to let them know that they’ve been pulled into your twisted joke is nothing but evil.

The fact that you refuse to apologize for your actions confirm you are a Top Class Jerk-Off.

You’ll “explain” what you did, but you won’t apologize??

Allow me to repeat myself: You DESERVE jail time, and a criminal record. Because that’s what you are : a person involved in criminal activities.

Enjoy your 200,000 EXTRA subscribers that you’ve attracted since this went down while you can. Since that’s the ONLY reason why you did what you did to begin with… that is quite clear. But you really really need to sit down and find a new hobby.

Then again, I don’t know you and you don’t know me… so why should I bother with my opinion when truth is evident?

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“When life knocks you down, try to land on your back. Because if you can look up, you can get up. Let your reason get you back up.”~ Les Brown

I had the right of away, you fucking moron.

Somewhere in between 11 AM and 12 PM, I was crossing the street getting errands done because I knew that in a few hours from then I was planning to see FEAR CONTROL at Dirty Dog Bar.

But no, someone almost ruins it.

And before anyone goes into a panic and starts to text me, call me, message or e-mail me to ask if I am okay…. don’t do it, because I am just fine. 

It was the other guy who has a worse fate ahead than I do.

The image included in this post was taken from a news article where the truck actually struck someone in a wheelchair and that person did die. But here I am at home, writing this story. I apologize in advance if this causes anyone to be startled. But there are some massive jerkwads out there.

While inside some very clear and specific painted lines within a crosswalk, I started to feel this super massive nudge and push from behind. But it was sudden and more like a jolt to the point where the wheelchair was only on two wheels to one side. I knew that I was going to go down. So instead of going down like a victim, I dropped out of the wheelchair, hit the pavement and rolled like a boss until I stopped, landing on my back.

What the hell?!?!?!?!?!???? Norco 10-325

My wheelchair had simply collapsed on itself, as it is designed to do when you want to store it somewhere or put it in the back seat or the trunk of a vehicle. The brand new wheelchair that I got from someone’s kindness took its first major hit and came out CLEAN.

I have some scrapes along my back and shoulders but I am fine. Nothing broken. Not even a bruise. But you know how they always tell you that you’re going to hurt the next day? Yep….. its the next day and I hurt.

HYDROCODONE BITARTRATE  TO THE RESCUE!!!!

By the way, did I tell you how beautiful you look today and that I love you so much?

Yeah its the effects of me being on that particular prescription. Fabulous!!!

So as I laid there, looking up at the utility wires overhead I attempted to at least sit up. I didn’t know if I should move at all because of the fact that I landed on my back. What if it was broken and if I moved… wouldn’t it make it worse?

Instead I turned my head towards the pile of vehicular debris, and the guy responsible for this collision stepped out of his pick up truck and looked around to assess the damage.

He started screaming about how he just bought it and all that and didn’t even look to see where I was. He just went on and on about how much he had paid for his truck. I mean honestly, he did not even bother to see if I was dead or alive or anything else. But the person driving behind him sure did. They came running to see if I was respond to their voice.

Hmmm, amazing how a standard run-of-the-mill wheelchair which would retail about $200 would knock out an acclaimed $30,000 dual cab pick up truck.

Like I said, the wheelchair just collapsed, but this guy’s bumper and grill got a little more smashed in than what I did.

Someone asked me what my blood type was this morning. I answered “BAMF.”

I think that it was the fact that I knew that I was going to fall and there was nothing I could do about it that kept me from sustaining serious injuries. Yes, I loaded up on Norco as I went to see FEAR CONTROL, but I didn’t bother doing anything out of the ordinary to make things worse.

The one sure thing that was a surprise was that the guy who was responsible for this happening actually stayed!! He could have drove off a little angry with his front sustaining more damage than I did, but he stayed. And unfortunately for him, he got super mouthy at the police officers as I was being attended to by members of EMS/EMT.

The pick up truck was towed. And its driver hauled off to jail. And I have a lot to think about as to whether or not to sue this guy for every penny he’s got for what he did. I just know that right now (or at that time) he was in jail. Who really knows for what though!!!!!

I do not think that I am Superman. I do think that the way things turned out that I was very fortunate as it could have been so much worse. This is the second time I’ve taken out a vehicle. The first time being a luxury German automobile.

But I went, and I rocked out with FEAR CONTROL until I could rock no more and still walked away like a bad ass. So yes, I have established my title as a BAMF. Thank you, thank you very much.

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“Sometimes we go out of our way to make someone love us in return, but suddenly fate intervenes and says oops, wrong person.”~ Unknown

So some of you are going to shake your head. Others are probably offer some advice for next time. And the REST of you are just going to laugh, either a little or a lot.

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The path starts out in red and ends up in rainbow.

If I am catching a bus to return home, I have a certain path that I take to get to the nearest bus stop in the downtown area.

The thing to point out is that FOURTH STREET is known for it being the district where all the gay bars are at. But I only need to go along 4th Street for two blocks before hitting the intersection which is the actual bus stop.

So I went on my usual path. As I said, I figured out why much of downtown was closed off. The very hard way.

There were so many people crowding both sides of the sidewalks along 4th Street, and so I had to go into the middle of the street, hoping that I would not get hit by a car or arrested.

But what I would end up doing is finding myself going down the middle of the street which actually was a major section of a Gay Pride Parade route.

I would say at least 1,000 people cheered and screamed at me as I attempted to get to the intersection and out of everyone’s path as quickly as possible. Harmless mistake.

OOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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“Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood.”~ George S. Patton
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Well I made it. My third visit to the Dirty Dog Bar in all of seven days.
FEAR CONTROL was on the bill and I had already paid for my ticket inside, but the day would prove a challenge to get there.
The whole of downtown was completely shut down and I had no idea as to why.
What was going on? I started to get subtle hints by the various people climbing on board the bus that I was riding on to get to the Dirty Dog Bar.
It apparently was something big. But I wasn’t 100% sure. I would find out for sure in the most humorous of ways.
I got to the venue and I had notified half the band that I may not make it due to problems earlier in the day. But there I was strong as ever.
LIVING THE WARRIOR LIFE.
When FEAR CONTROL  got on stage, I was literally shaking with excitement. And I would not be let down. FEAR CONTROL is known for taking chances, adapting, and moving forward to find what is right for them and their audience. Whatever it was that they did, they did it hard, fast, and correct!!

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“Toe Cam”

There was this feeling of never wanting to drop down The Horns. You always wanted to have them up in the air. Or a fist or whatever. And if they asked to see something in the air, everyone willingly obliged.
It was fantastic to watch. There hadn’t been this much energy at a FEAR CONTROL in a while. It was a sigh of relief to know that it was there again.
After CASKET OF  CASSANDRA burned down the place on Wednesday night, FEAR CONTROL took hold of the reins and destroyed everything else that was still standing until it was nothing but smoldering ash.
My younger brother once said that FEAR CONTROL sounds like the band Death Angel and that they needed to contact Death Angel about maybe doing some shows together. And I finally see what he was talking about.
The best moment coming from when guitarist and vocalist Kash Sarkaria got up on his (what I call light box) and I had positioned my camera by his feet. He kept his pose while playing guitar until the flash went off.

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“OFF WITH HIS HEAD”

I have never heard a crowd go so insane for FEAR CONTROL like that before. It was intense and the energy flowed throughout everyone. Both band and audience.
But I wasn’t feeling well. FEAR CONTROL exploded everything when they played my favorite song of theirs, “OFF WITH HIS HEAD” and before I knew it, I was blowing out my own voice to sing the chorus OFF WITH HIS HEAD, BLOOD MUST BE SHED.
Its kind of a way of communicating with guitarist Frankie Rodriguez. I will say the first part when I first see him and he’ll reply back to me with the second part. I love it.  Now if I can only get the new nickname that I came up for Kash to actually stick!!
After their set, I left feeling miserable and in pain. So I took off. I took photographs with most of the band and then I was gone.  What caused such misery will coming up soon in a future blog post.
Many thanks to these guys for putting up with my whining last night about how I might not make it. Thanks for them for being such a elite group of badasses. Until the next time!!!

LIVE THE WARRIOR LIFE

0.62_n“The last act is bloody, however pleasant all the rest of the play is: a little earth is thrown at last upon our head, and that is the end forever.”~Blaise Pascal

When I heard that CASKET OF CASSANDRA was doing a show, I knew that I wanted to go.

When I heard further that this would be the final show for CASKET OF CASSANDRA for 2014, I knew that I HAD to go.

There was no debate to it. Get there or get gone. Granted that I totally suck and left after they played, but sometimes you just cannot stay out all night and you do what you can. I’m just glad that I went out and SKIPPED band practice.

Again under the threat of rain, I very happily ran outside early in the evening and arrived far too soon. Without any notice, the first band dropped out and so everything was pushed ahead one hour. And that included what time the doors opened.

I went to a place called Casino el Camino to get a bite to eat. I promise you this much for sure. Not even under the threat of death would you EVER get me to go back in there and order food from them again. NEVER.

But I wasn’t out of my dwelling because of food, I was out because of music.

Music that I had not seen in a while. Probably since Independence Day.

If doors were pushed aside one hour to open at 7:00, the people at the Dirty Dog Bar have been doing a piss poor job at time management.

This is the second time that I have gone to the Dirty Dog Bar and the second time to find their doors locked and closed when it posted notices were stating otherwise. They need to wake the hell up. And yes, if you cannot tell already: I am getting pissed off about it.

With the first band dropping out and everything pushed ahead one hour, CASKET OF CASSANDRA would start the early evening off.

I jumped right up front dead center. Its like my second home at the venue. And I never get bothered by anyone. I could speculate why but there’s no time for that right now.

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Riles Olacsi (left) and Amanda Maddera (front and right)

I kept hearing from my talks with all of the band members individually that the set was going to be a heavier set list and what not. I kind of assumed that they would not play my favorite song. And to be honest, I would not be surprised if they just stopped playing it because they have this new album out “Day Four” and they’re going to focus on the newer material. (I had learned my lessons about expectation with “Zero Hour” from SIX MINUTE CENTURY.) However, there was to be other tunes performed that I enjoy just as much. So with that information, I was PUMPED UP to see this show!!

I will admit that I spoke to their guitarist, Riley, and told him that “Day Four” was the scariest album I had ever heard.

I don’t know if he read the blog post about it when I first got it, but now he was getting feedback in verbal form. And it was exactly the feedback that he was craving deep down inside. All of that put aside, I was ready to hang on for the wild ride. But I simply would have no clue as to what was truly lying before me.

There simply was no telling at all. The band knew the set list, but nobody knew what the results were going to be. The band wasn’t even sure if the crowds were going to enjoy it.

Sure enough, this set was insane and Amanda Maddera looked as if she had gone insane faster than a tear drop falling off the cheek of the lonely. The contorted facial expressions that Maddera let off were totally intrusive and I sat back thinking “Wow!”

I really began to think (or at least ponder) whether or not Maddera snapped into insanity or if she is just that good of a performer. Riley too, was quite the shocker when he was all over the stage. Stomping, marching, kicking everywhere he went. And it just didn’t seem to stop.

There were times where I, myself was so into the music that I could have cared what the scores of people behind me thought. And I think that is kind something important for me to remember when I go out to venues and clubs and bars. I don’t drink, so I’m not there to do that… but I will go there to listen to music by people that I know and bands that I love. Besides if you spend too much time at a show worried about what people behind you are thinking, you’ll destroy your self confidence to pieces. 0.74877_n

I’m getting off subject. Hang on here.

The more and more the set went on, the actual scarier it became. Amanda would often come front and center on stage and be directly standing in front of me while on stage. And of course, I panicked again… not knowing what she would want me to do as far as audience participation. Put a fist in the air? Raise the horns? Scream and shout? I just don’t know. To each their own, they say. And its so true. I just have not figured out what Maddera insists on during their shows.

Suddenly the swarm of chaos came over the entire band. Everyone was doing their own thing, but it was completely in disharmonious harmony. They didn’t all do the same things on stage but it all fit.

And they ALL began to look like they had lost their minds. It was a sight to behold. I couldn’t make my camera’s flash go off quick enough because as I am trying to capture one person’s facial expression, I lost another one by the time I finished with the first one and would have to wait to see something else come up.

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Quinton Rivera bass (left) Isaac Holliday guitar(right)

However, CASKET OF CASSANDRA did not disappoint. By the middle of the set, all members looked possessed by the spirits of heavy metal music.

Ladies and gentlemen: This………… is what I enjoy when it comes to metal bands. This “appearance” of fear, domination, and total and complete insanity just puts all kinds of charges through me. And it works that way every damned time.

Patiently I had been waiting for those songs that I had heard prior to them starting the show.

“Day Four” which is also the name of their new album has some nasty-creepy elements to it. Honestly it scares me to pieces. I NEVER listen to that album after dark. NEVER. And they played it LIVE!!!

Finally towards the end, the best had been saved for the last! Well, at least in my opinion.

“The Kraken’s Reign” and “Nail To The Head” rounded up the set.

THE KRAKEN ARISES
IT FEEDS ON YOUR SEASICK SORROW
AND WITH ITS AWESOME MIGHT
YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE 20,000 LEAGUES BELOW

Yeah, you gotta love that. Even if you don’t like heavy metal and it sounds like a lot of syllables that don’t belong. That imagery of fear and looming death is just a killer thought to have go on in your head. Especially once you had been believing that the entire band had gone insane. Including drummer, Chris Campagna who was sweatier than the whole band combined times twenty. He works so damned hard at his job. Its admirable.0.4516_n

Someone remind him (or me) he owes me a broke drum stick from the show. I called dibs.

Then “Nail To The Eye” which I’ve not heard since July. It never gets played live the same way twice. NEVER.

GLASS BONES
PAPER SKIN
FRAGILE AS FUCK
FACED WITH STICKS AND STONES
YOU’RE SHIT OUT OF LUCK 

Again. Classic lyrics. Would love to know who wrote the words to these last two songs. Just for giggles and common knowledge.

CASKET OF CASSANDRA has never honestly been a band to disappoint. As much as I stay positive when reviewing or discussing other shows that I have been to, I usually stay away from the negatives because who wants to read a bunch of negative crap?

With CASKET OF CASSANDRA, I’ve not once found any negative experiences.

Bands will often talk to me after their set and talk about their errors and mistakes that they made when they were playing. I don’t get that from COC. Honestly, I wished that other bands would stop doing that because hardly anyone notices those mistakes. Unless they are all assholes.

COC though just takes you by the face, scratches it off, and feeds it back to you with every spoonful that is a musical note that they play. Every chord, every note is another spoonful of your own face. coc2

Amanda Maddera however did catch me way off guard to the point where I just sat there helpless. She had crawled down onto the floor of stage and slithered over the monitor with microphone in hand. Her hair was over her face and her brutal monster vocals were screeching everywhere. It was to the point that I honestly could hear the screams even without the microphone dead set in her face.

But her slowly moving over the top of the monitor freaked me right out to the point of literal terror. She looked like the thing from “The Ring” that crawled out of the television set. Only this time there was no television set and she was heading straight for me.

I had no idea what to do. Should I attempt to catch her? Should I grab a hold of her so that she didn’t just fall face first onto the floor? And for the love of all things good and happy — why the hell was she giving off the appearance of horror?

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If I had taken a photograph of it, you ALL would know what I am talking about. But I was too much in this state of fear and uncertainty to think straight and clear to know to take a photo.

Again, it has to be great performances by Amanda Maddera. And by the entire band actually. When they finished and said good night… they came off the stage and were all smiles. A bit winded and exhausted, but smiling pretty big. One has to wonder how they could go from excitement to pure evil and back to contentment again.

It is sad to hear that this will be all that they will do on stage for sometime. They will have some other dates that will be out of town. But nothing locally. And yes that stinks but this time of year apparently is difficult to gather everyone together.

I still am looking forward to the next time they will play here locally. One never knows and something might come up where they could believe that they could play. They aren’t going anywhere. And if they never make it locally as they have been thinking, they will come back stronger than ever in 2015.

This my second show in four days. It seemed pretty hollow and empty after being at a One-Eyed Doll show which crammed the entire venue last Saturday. But again I don’t need to be worried about who is there and who is not there. And I will be back again for #3 this coming Saturday for FEAR CONTROL.

This means three shows in seven days. All various bands. And I’m rocking out to each and every one of them!!!! So if you need me, you know where I will be.