Depois de rios de amargura, e principalmente em apostas mirabolantes e arriscadas, como contratar jogadores estrangeiros, até coisas como envolvimento com a máfia russa (vide Dualib), o Corinthians vem com essa pra deixar os torcedores mais calminhos! Não sou corinthiano, mas essa é uma notícia que chama a atenção de qualquer um, que curta ou não futebol!

O grupo ‘Cheerleaders Brasil’ fará sua estréia na Série B do Campeonato Brasileiro neste sábado, na partida entre Corinthians e Santo André, que acontece no estádio do Pacaembu, às 16 horas, pela 30ª rodada da competição nacional.

Com ensaios diários de quatro horas comandados pela professora de dança Miriam Pellin, as animadoras de torcida prometem agitar o estádio com coreografias.

“Estávamos ansiosas para fazer um jogo. Temos coreografias especiais e que chamam atenção. Esperamos que os torcedores gostem e que o Brasil admire o trabalho das cheerleaders”, afirmou Ariana Nasi, uma das integrantes do grupo.

Composto por Vanessa, Carina, Daniele, Ariana e Giovana, o Cheerleaders Brasil demorou seis meses para ser formado. O grupo fará apresentações antes do início da partida e no intervalo.

Fonte: UOL Esporte

Mais uma idéia enlatada, que, pelo menos, pode entreter e embabar os torcedores agressivos e arruaceiros, assim também como poderá tirar a atenção dos jogadores em campo, até o time rival!

Frase do dia:

Save the Cheerlander, Save the Team!

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Vier junge (hübsche?) Mädels in einem roten Kleinwagen französischen Fabrikates haben es sich am Sonntag auf der A96 nämlich nicht nehmen lassen mich bzw. Auti zu fotografieren.

Eigentlich hätte ich schon leicht stutzig werden müssen, als sie sich allesamt umdrehten (die Fahrerin natürlich nicht - die hatte ja Rückspiegel) und mich als hinterherfahrendes Auto ausgiebigst betrachteten. Natürlich war mein Sicherheitsabstand mehr als vorbildlich und ich konnte nicht gleich erkennen was da vor sich ging. Spätestens aber als ein Handy hervorgeholt und auf mich gerichtet wurde, wurde ich dann doch etwas stutzig. Hä?!?
Immerhin wird es wohl nicht schlimmes sein, da eine der Damen in symbolischer Geste ihren Daumen nach oben streckte.

Leider war ich etwas zu perplex um wenigstens besonders freundlich zu gucken* oder gar zu winken. Und dass ich mit meinem Handy zurückknipsen (und das Foto somit hier einstellen) hätte können fiel mir auch erst etwas zu spät ein.

Mädels: falls ihr das hier liest und meine Groupies werden wollt meldet euch bitte. OK? Danke.

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* Hätte man durch die Sonnenbrille wohl eh nicht mitgekriegt.

Case in point: "Christmas Shoes" by Newsong. What an over-the-top, purposefully pitiful song.

I knew girls in high school that loved to cry. They would intentionally watch something or listen to something just to cry. Either as a group of girls crying in a soggy huddle or alone in their room staring in the mirror crying and thinking "This is me crying. This is what I look like when I cry" while listening to Everybody Hurts by R.E.M.

Ok, so maybe I was the one crying and looking in the mirror, but I have grown out of that phase and I refuse to watch or listen to things that are only trying to push my cry button with fake, sad scenarios. I don't mind true stories and I do cry when I hear horrible things on the news, and I feel no shame in that.

While I'm on it, don't even get me started on the crying girl from American Idol.

Perfect example.

Click here to see who's lumps are getting blasted.

Message to Mona from Lady Luck: it is your social responsibility to the city of Toronto to inform your girls and let them know of this growing epidemic.

The few months leading up to my 21st birthday and the months right after were some of my most irresponsible and fucked up ones to date. Within a period of about 6 months I dropped out of college, went to Europe alone, was in the middle of my parents divorce, loaned some loser money to buy a car, started and quit an out of state job, and the list goes on. Besides buying a car, I spent money on some pretty stupid things. I was going out to clubs multiple times a week and dropping a lot to cash on clothes and drinks- ultimately blowing through my college savings.

During those shopaholic and alcoholic months I never felt more confused or alone. My outrageous behavior was due to my own lack of direction and a temporary lapse in self worth, those feelings were only magnified because of my parents divorce. It's hard being in the middle of a divorce at any age, it's especially hard being in the middle of it while you're at such a vulnerable point in your own adolescence.

(The sex part starts here:)

I did have some fun during those fucked up months. A week after my 21st birthday I went to a concert at one of the clubs I went to regularly. My friend bailed on me at the last minute so I ended up going alone. The club had three levels. I knew the security guys through a friend of mine and they gave me access to the open bar VIP area.

The open bar ended up being one big flirt fest for me. I recognized a table of guys from their video on MTV and went in for the kill. Sadly, the hot one was married- seems like lead singers always are. The drummer was way into me. I wasn't into him but I was drunk and excited about my first potential band slut opportunity. I'm sure my vulgar mouth did me in because it wasn't long before I ended up in the men's bathroom sucking his cock. It was my first and only public bathroom blowjob- it should happen more often! Once he blew his load in my mouth he rushed out to play his set.

After they played the band left but the little drummer boy stuck around and drank with me. It was getting late so I offered him a ride back to his hotel. He wanted to stop at 7-11 to pick up some beer and snacks. He also bought tin foil. Being the inquisitive girl I am I asked "What's that for." He said "Oh it's to make a radio antenna."

In the hotel room we started watching a cheesy pay-per-porno and he proceeded to use the tinfoil, to smoke crack or meth. He offered me some but there are things I will not do. Hard cocks- yes. Hard drugs- no. My beer goggles were wearing off and the drug thing was a total turn off but I felt some sort of obligation to let him jerk off and cum all over me. Then I fell asleep and woke up at dawn and drove home.

Occasionally I hear their (only) hit song on the radio. It grosses me out everytime.

aber dann hab ich gesehen, dass sie und stress ziemlich im stress waren. beide mit den tief ins gesicht gezogenen baseball-käppi, die augen genervt zu boden gerichtet, damit sie ja niemand erkennt. beim kurzen blickkontakt war ihre einzige sorge, dass ich auf sie zukommen und eine autogramm verlangen könnte. tz, ich, ein autogramm. ich mag nicht mal autos...

und stress war einfach, naja, mit unfreundlicher austrahlung unterwegs. das und das homey-outfit reichen meist, um in ruhe gelassen werden.

naja, ich hab dann ein wenig mitleid gekriegt. ich stellte mir vor, wie es wär, im coop stadelhofen von meinen blogger-groupies verfolgt zu werden. als ich mit dem träumen fertig war, hörte ich auf zu grinsen und bezahlte meinen einkauf, damit die schlange hinter mir nicht noch länger warten musste...

jaja, wir erfolgreichen und berühmten habens nicht leicht...

voll böser stress mit geiler griite

There's nothing worse than an actor playing off his high-profile in the media - attained by virtue of an illustrious film or TV acting career - to tout a particular candidate in the political arena.

Yes, the American filmgoer may pine for an actor's face on the silver screen - but when it comes to the Nation's business - they'd prefer the hack not ham it up on the political stage.

In spite of this, Jon Voight gave leave to his senses this past week and jumped into the political fray in support of the controversial big-time loser - Sarah Palin.

In a recent sound bite to the media, Jon's diarrhea of the mouth was quite an embarrassing gaffe to witness.

"I was so deeply moved to see her."

Say what?

Angelina Jolie's dad gushed like he just encountered the second coming of Christ.

Jon, that role has been cast.

Save that response for the "One" - Barack Obama - please!

But, not to get off track!

Jon Voight has been long respected for his acting chops.

And, I might add, for his ability to maneuver himself through the pitfalls and landmines that most pin-head actors generally stumble through.

But, his recent decision to support Palin, is a ludicrous notion at best.

The nation hardly knows the woman - who was sprung on the country in a breathless political merry-go-round in recent days - a virtual unknown.

In spite of the obvious, Voight is spouting off such wild tripe.

"She's the new star we're looking for," he excitedly chirped to just about anyone within earshot.

Oh, going to sign her to a Hollywood contract, are 'ya - Jon?

At times, he sounded like a damn groupie.

"Absolutely amazing and wonderful."

Well, what do you expect from an actor, who requires a well-crafted script in order to elucidate a coherent phrase or two?

By the way, did the midnight cowboy surmise all that at the drop of a handshake?

Jon, you're full of crap!

Then, the shameless egomaniac proceeded to take a swipe at his fellow actors for voting the "other way".

"In terms of politics they've (actors) been influenced by the political forces of the 60's, by Marxists. I understand how they are being programmed. They have to be awakened."

Gosh, he sounds like a Jonestown zombie, doesn't he?

Heh, Jon, YOU get with the program.

You're popular, and in the limelight, because fans are impressed with your acting!

But - no one wants to hear what a two-bit actor has to say about Sarah Palin - especially when all the intellectuals and pundits and experts in the political arena have already expounded on the subject - and more succinctly so.

Time to burn the Voight DVD's.

The man is a menace to the entertainment community.

Jon Voight to produce "Motorcycle Moms" starring Palin...

I didn't let the lack of a car stop me from getting some action and one particular night I had free drinks, dick and cab money waiting for me. My friend works with bands as a tour manager/roadie of some sort. The band he was working with was playing a show at the Gibson Amphitheater in Universal Studios Hollywood- it was quite a long journey by bus- about 2 hours with connections and walking.

When the will call sees a hot single chick picking up her comp'd ticket, do they know what she's in for?

I met my friend near the stage and he gave me the pass and we went backstage. I saw the Olsen twins and Lindsey Lohan and a few other tabloid sellers hanging out waiting to get herpes. My friend dropped me off in a dressing room alone while he worked. I wasn't entirely alone, there was a full bottle of Jack Daniels.

I was at least 2-3 drinks in by the time my friend came back in the room. This point of the story starts getting a little hazy- as a lot of them do. I can say for sure that the next few hours involved some tit flashing, jager shots, weed, desperation, crying, laughing, and more Jack.

My friend had a break while the band was on stage so we got on the bus alone. At first he was just jerking off to my tits- but I'm pretty sure my hand and mouth ended up on his cock and of course his load ended up all over my face even though it was intended for my tits. It was pretty classy.

Once I was done with him I moved onto my next victim. I'm not even sure who that was. I probably got shut down and that resulted in drunk crying.

After my failure I probably had some water and sobered up a tiny bit. As my vision returned to me I became overly interested in one of the band members. He was a prized and elusive one. It took me all night to finally get him to hookup. If I remember correctly another guy watched the whole blow job/tit fuck go down. Or maybe he joined in. Who knows.

After the show was over I needed to figure out how to get from the back of Universal Studios down the hill to catch a cab. The bus driver offered to drop me off at the Sheraton down the street but the female tour manager was not having it. Annoyed and independent I decided to just walk to the hotel. My shoes were killing me- so I ended up barefoot and lost in the park. Every few minutes I'd stumble across some night workers emptying trash cans and cleaning the park. They were very confused by my presence and said to me "the park is closed." Really? The park is closed at 3am? Thanks! I weaved around the smooth black concrete park path and eventually saw the road down to the hotel- about 50 ft below me. I rappelled down the side of the steep hill holding branches to keep me upright. My feet sinking and sliding in mud all the way down to the road below.

Once I was on the road out of there I had the brilliant idea of calling someone I had never met from Myspace. I knew he lived nearby and I thought I'd just pocket the cab money. I called and him he agreed to pick me up. I washed my feet in one of the water puddles in the road and waited outside the hotel for him. Once back at his house, after more kissing and crying I passed out. In the morning he was nice enough to drive me all the way home. I gave him some gas money and thanked him. He was a really cute and nice guy. I never saw him again.

I did, however, see that kind of hangover again.

In the unpredictable world of rock & roll, there are has-beens and wanna-be's, but what about the should-have-beens? The Brymers had the punky spunk and snappy pop hooks of the best British Invasion groups of the '60s; however, mainstream success eluded them. Over the past couple of decades, their lost Summer of Love nuggets "Sacrifice" and "I Want to Tell You" became sought-after cult items. Since young acts such as the Strokes and the Hives made garage rock a hip alternative to much of today's processed cheese, the Brymers are finally starting to get recognition a la their Pacific Northwest counterparts the Sonics. They even decided to reunite, and original drummer Dick Lee discusses how it all transpired.

Kit Burns: The Brymers could've been as big as the Kinks in the '60s but somehow didn't quite reach that highest ladder. What happened? Did the group receive interest from the major labels back then?

Dick Lee:  The Brymers band was signed by Diplomacy Records and a Los Angeles entertainment agency called "Coast Artists."  I will never forget walking into the CEO of Coast Artists and hearing them talking about packaging, promoting, and selling the Brymers.  At one point during the conversation, the CEO excused himself and took a telephone call from Ed Sullivan.  Needless to say, as young 18-year-olds we were amazed.  The Brymers' first recordings were in 1963 in a small studio in Fresno, California.  The group rented a studio and along with five cases of beer, recorded two surf songs.  We had no idea what we were doing, but had a great time.  The songs were "Irritation" and "More of More."  In 1965, the Brymers began recording in Hollywood, California at Harmony Studios.  The group recorded "Only by Your Own," "I Should Be Glad," "Hello Little Girl," and "Every Moment of the Day."  In early 1966, we re-entered the studio and recorded a song written by our keyboard player Kenny Sinner ("I Want To Tell You"). The track featured four-piece harmonies and sounded like the Byrds or Buffalo Springfield.  The A&R man in the studio thought we might have captured a hit.  The problem was we need a B-side so the group went to lunch, and over a few beers and hamburgers, Kenny Sinner wrote out a song on a napkin called "Sacrifice."  All of us laughed because the lyrics did not make sense, but it was uptempo and featured fuzz and harmonica.  During the same session, the group recorded "Under My Thumb" for Diplomacy Records' 16-year-old daughter to sing.  Her name was April Silva.  About three weeks later, we learned that Mercury Records wanted to purchased "I Want To Tell You," but asked that we write new lyrics to reflect the political climate against the Vietnam War.  Kenny Sinner wrote new lyrics and re-named the song "Make Love Not War."  We then recorded it on the Mercury label.  The group could never get a straight answer about the progress of the releases from Diplomacy Records.  As a working, touring rock group we continued to play around the country. 

Fourteen months ago, I was surfing the web and accidentally found a garage punk site called GaragePunk.Com.  I entered a forum and asked if anyone had ever heard of a 1960s California group called the Brymers.  I immediately began getting e-mails from all over the U.S., Europe, and Australia stating that they had heard of the group and the song "Sacrifice."  Until that night I had no idea that anyone had ever heard of the Brymers or "Sacrifice."  I also began receiving calls from different record companies asking if I had any other Brymers recordings.  As a pack rat, I had kept the masters, old 1960s dance posters, and about 300 photos in the attic.  I also found a seven spiral notebooks which were journal entries I kept of all our touring and funny stories that occurred over a five year period.  Needless to say, much of it is X-rated and rather embarrassing.  But, did we ever have a great time!

Burns: How did the Brymers form?

Lee:  The Brymers was formed in 1962 and originally called the Challengers.  We had three guitar players and practiced excessively in my parents' garage in Lemoore, California.  The group started out as a surf band (that was the music of the day) and gradually transitioned into a good vocal rock band.  After three months the group changed its name again.  The band's new name was the De-Fenders (from the Fender amps).  The group began playing locally for high schools, teen dances, etc.  One of our close friends became a local DJ for station KCOK and a dance promoter.  His name was Mel Simas and his promotion business was called Melco Interprises. He asked if he could be our manager; in exchange, he would bring in top rock acts from around the country, and we would back them up in concerts and in recording sessions.  He would also feature the de-Fenders in large venues with well-known rock groups.  This started our experience of playing with some of the best-known rock acts of the day.  In 1965, Simas became associated with Bill Silva (president of Diplomacy Records).  This started our recording career, but little did we know that Diplomacy did not have the distribution and contacts to really push our recordings.  A few months later, Diplomacy and Coast Artists had the De-Fenders come to Hollywood at an upscale saloon for a publicity op.  Little did we know that we would be getting all of our long hair cut off in front of TV cameras and teen magazine photographers.  The record company announced that the group's new name was the Brymers (sounds like Brimmers).  Diplomacy's rationale was that the bald heads, the Brymers name would be associated with the actor Yul Brynner.  Needless to say that this did not occur.  The Brymers taped a segment for a TV show called Shindig! in 1966, but the show was cancelled prior to the Brymers appearance.  The group continued touring around the country as a working band.

Burns: That garage-rock sound that the Brymers helped to pioneer is now the lifeblood of so many new young acts. Did you ever think it would come back around?

Lee:  As mentioned before, prior to 14 months ago I never new that anyone had ever heard of the Brymers or the B-side "Sacrifice."  I am still amazed that individuals are interested in the '60s sound with the loud fuzz, wailing harmonica, and Hammond B3.  A funny story occurred around the recording of "Sacrifice" in 1966.  We were in Harmony Studios, Los Angeles, and trying to figure out how to come up with an into to this crazy fuzz-driven song that was written in 15 minutes on a napkin. Sinner said, "Hey, I've got to go to a pawn shop – will be back in the studio in one hour."  He ran out of the studio, and we had no idea of where he was going.  When he returned, he had this 17" speaker.  He then proceeded to take his small amp apart and installed this huge 17" speaker (3/4 of it was hanging out of the back).  Sinner then turned his amp volume and 52 telecaster volume up as high as it would go.  He asked the engineer to roll the tape, and Sinner picked his amp up about three feet, then dropped it on the floor; the result was the intro to "Sacrifice."  As we were laying down the track, sparks began coming out of the amp and more distortion on the fuzz  began to occur.  We all thought it sounded very cool, then the amp caught on fire.  The engineer ran out of the control booth and began yelling, "You fucking idiots are going to burn down the studio."  Sinner replied, "Now, that's the sound I was looking for on 'Sacrifice.'"

Burns: What are some of your favorite rock experiences of being in San Francisco back in the day?

Lee: The Brymers played in San Francisco a lot during 1965, 1966, and 1967 (the Summer of Love).  We had some great times and played on some great venues and met many musician friends of the day.  The Blues Project, Jefferson Airplane, and Creedence Clearwater Revival were only a few.  It is difficult to describe the time to individuals who were not there.  The war protesting against Vietnam was at its height, free food was being distributed by a lot of people in the city, and "Make Love Not War" was the anthem of the time.  Drugs were prevalent and provided to us; everyone was high, we were playing great concerts with some cool musicians, and we were screwing our asses off.  Needless to say, we embraced the anthem "Make Love Not War."  One funny experience in 1967 occurred after a concert with multiple groups on the venue.  We all returned to our hotel room with many groupies and stripped naked and began a screwing marathon.  About 5 a.m. Bobby Hollister (lead guitar and vocals) for the Brymers entered the room and introduced us all to this beautiful blonde he had met after the concert.  He then went to the adjoining hotel room and everything was quiet.  Soon, we heard "Oh shit, oh shit, fuck me" and a scream.  Hollister ran from the room into our room totally nude and was yelling, "She's a guy, she's a  guy and has a dick."  Little did he know that he had hooked up with a female impersonator from a club in North Beach.  As good friends would do, we never let him forget that experience. The experience of being in a rock band during the 1960s is difficult to articulate.  It was one of the greatest memories of my life.  I think one of the coolest things revolves around local bands who started playing music at the same time and then nabbed a few hits.  For example, a group who frequently opened for us was called the Sullies; its drummer later became the lead singer for Journey.  The lead singer for the Implicits later joined a San Jose group called The Doobie Brothers, and the list goes on.  The Brymers officially disbanded in late 1968.  I then joined a group from a California surfing community called Pismo Beach.  Its leader, Merrell Fankhauser, wrote "Wipe Out" in 1962.  With Fankhauser, we recorded an album called Fapardokly.  But this is another story for another time.

http://www.thebrymers.com

Nästa bandrep är inplanerat till 4 september. Var skall vi hålla hus flickor? Lottas place, Annas place eller my humble house? I helgen skall jag vistas i skojjen hos mina föräldrar. Där finns det inspelningsfunktion på datorn, skall försöka spela in de flesta låtarna så kan ni få skivor inför rep. Låter bra? (I teorin ja). Så kanske vi kan spela in något akustiskt snart och lägga ut som smakprov. Det verkar som om vi får ler groupies då. :)

Jag är full av energi av denna helgs spelande. Det var inte så väldans arrangerat och mycket, men ändå så väldigt roligt. Och framförallt så känns det som om det kommer att bli så väldigt mycket roligare också. Fina flickor. Eller bad girls. Med ändå fina.

Jag har påbörjat tre nya texter...Undrar om de kan få lite melodi i veckan. Hmmm.

I have a very appropriate voice for phone sex.

and...

I was a band slut/groupie.  Since I live in Los Angeles now I don't find the lifestyle very practical. Shows are harder to get into here and I have actors to keep me busy.  Before I moved to LA I lived in a DC suburb. There wasn't much to do aside from getting drunk at the local honky tonk or going to shows with friends.

When I was 21 I met this pop punk band. They were on the verge of making it and it was nice to get to know them before it really happened for them. As they became more famous I stopped going to the shows- it was just more of a hassle for me and not really worth it.  We reconnected a few years ago through myspace and I consistently ichat with one of them as they tour the world. I get full updates from Stockholm to Bangkok about how many girls, what kind of girl, whether she had braces or not, etc.

Our chats are pretty basic. They go something like this:

him: some slut just gave me head in the bathroom!

me: hi.

him: what are you doing girl??

me: watching tv.

him: i'm so horny. about to cum again.

me: oh, fun.

him: i'm thinking about your big tits.

me: yeah, they're pretty big.

him: are you touching yourself?

me: no.

him: do it. for me. please?

me: okay, i'm using my fingers now.

him: call me. RIGHT NOW!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!

So I call him. He's a pretty sexy guy so I do end up slightly turned on. But more annoyed than anything. I play along and he gets off and then has to go because he has to be somewhere.

A busy train travelling between Bath Spa and Portsmouth on the first Saturday morning of the summer holiday.

Girl 1: Well, that’s how my friend Sally got together with her boyfriend Max – they were at a Hadouken! gig and the singer crowd-surfed and then Max said, ‘I grabbed his leg!’ and Sally said, ‘I grabbed his crotch!’ and Max said, ‘You’re so cool’ –

Girl 2: That’s lush. I love crowd-surfing.

Girl 1: I know. It’s so cool. The next time I go to a gig I’m going to get the singer to sign my bra.

Girl 2: But the drummers are the cutest. I’m going to get the drummer to sign my bra.

Girl 3: But what if your mum finds it when she does your washing?

Girl 1: I’ll just hide it. I won’t ever wash it.

Girl 3: It’s so annoying. There was a heavy metal band playing at my dad’s pub last night and I was going to go and see them but I had to come on this trip. I love heavy metal. It’s so annoying.

Boy: I play heavy metal with my band. I’m in a band.

Girl 2: You’re in a band?! A real one?! What do you play?

Boy: I play guitar and I’m the singer. But I can play the drums, too. We’ve done loads of gigs.

Girl 2: You’re not old enough to do gigs. How old are you?

Boy: Year 10.

Girl 2: What, you’re the same age as me? But you’re really small!

Boy: Well, I’m going in to year 10. And I’m five foot… seven?

Girl 1: Lucy, you’re so mean!

Girl 2: I’m not! It just comes out like that. But he is small.

Girl 3: Do you have groupies? I’m a groupie for The Automatic. I mosh and everything.

Girl 2: Ooh, I want to be a groupie! I love moshing. It’s lush.

Nice name and one that you would have heard if you had been very interested in the special girls who were close to the creative poeple in the 60s and 70s. Some call them groupies.

I never had any real or personal information about her. It seemed she was talked about in hushed tones. A sort of reverberant regal "ahhhh!" hovered around her. She was the queen. 

A contemporary of Pamela Des Barres, they've nowbeen friends for years.

Catherine now has a book about her very strange and wonderful life. In this photo you can plainly see that she is the offspring of great Hollywood beauties but see that sad look in her eyes? Don't you want to hug her? 

Catherine's story is insanely compelling. Her mother, though beautiful, was cruel and abusive. She never had a stable home but did have short periods with a loving grandmother. Catherine has a deep spiritual core that kept her together during the crazy childhood she endured. She had beautiful dreams.

By the age of 15, to be true to herself, after having had some deep conversations with Bob Dylan about freedom, she went alone into the world and relied upon the kindness of strangers. And there were plenty of amazing strangers, all of whom took her under their wing for a moment.

You have to read this story. You can read the first page here.

 Note to Jess: I read half way through in one sitting. It's on it's way to S.F. as soon as the last page is turned.

We call this "The Lions Mane"

The Mean Green Drumming Machine.

The Groupies.

Que na vida é muito mais fácil falar coisas do que faze-las agente sabia, mas já notou que no mundo do “sexo, Drogas e Rock ‘n roll” isto é bem mais aplicado?

Letras sensuais, performances, groupies, dizeres e mais dizeres, e tudo isso no que dá? Não sei, hoje me peguei questionando sobre tal assunto, estava ouvindo no carro e indo pra um showzinho de rock quando ouvi uma música que dizia: “não quero nem saber, quero te enlouquecer, sou louco por você... eu quero te arrastar pro fundo deste bar, e pode me usar também”.

Nada contra a música, adoro, amo a banda, mas daí fiquei analisando, acho que, mesmo os roqueiros tendo sendo melhores de cama como já foi dito em outra matéria devido uma pesquisa feita, aliás, músicos em geral, exceto funkeiros e bregueiros, pois acho que não utilizam muito a parte de criatividade do cérebro, ao ouvir outras bandas que possuem letras excitantes e delirantes notei que, no final, são como eu e você.

Talvez e vocês sejamos até mais ativos que eles. Vi estas bandas serem extremamente assediadas, e nada acontecia, não que eu seja a favor desta “putaria” musical, mas em nossas mentes é esta imagem a que fica!

Homens incrivelmente viris! Não estou dizendo que não são talvez seja para se pouparem de falatórios... O medo é visível do que irão falar deles e das pequenas que eles queiram ficar, ou talvez seja melhor e mais fácil atiçar nossas mentes com diversas fantasias e nisto ficar.

Artigo bobo? Talvez! Mas refleti e gostaria de saber a opinião de vocês, aqui e não no meu MSN (risos).

Acho que posar do que não se é, acaba que um dia todos descobrem que não passamos de um fake, e isto não é bom pra imagem de ninguém.

Mas mesmo assim... Adoro estas bandas todos, acho super excitante ouvi-las e ao menos sonhar e é isto que muitas meninas fazem... Pena que estes homens se tornem cada vez mais inacessíveis!

Mas viva! Sexo, drogas (vamos ficar só na cerveja) e rock ‘n roll e o resto, bem, o resto, seu significado já diz tudo!

Abraços,

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Now before you go thinking that I've taken my love of music too far, this website was part of legitimate research. It dates back to the article I wrote for Racket Magazine about famous groupie/writer Pamela Des Barres. You can check out the finished article in the "music" section of my portfolio.

Mark Humble between sets singing 'Blackbird' - Magic Mountain VT - July 2008

I was standing next to Mark Humble in between sets at the Butties Silver Anniversary tour show at Magic Mountain VT, and 2 girls came up to him. They said they were fans, has seen the band play for years, and were hoping Mark would play 'Blackbird'. He politely declined - they had 77 songs all picked out, and I'm guessing with the set up and technical issues on some of the songs, you really have to do the set in that sequence.

The girls said it was a shame, because they loved it when he sang it last year, and they were hoping to hear him do it again.

Mark paused for a second, and then said... 'If you stay until the end of the concert, I'll play it for you then.' The girls were very excited, and let him prepare for the second set.

Now, I had just watched the band play a great set - the last time I saw them play was literally 25 years ago, and they've all grown as musicians since then. But it struck me that after all that time, they're very appreciative of the fans who have been coming for the last 10 years to Vermont to set them play. Pictures, autographs, anything. They're just happy to play for people - even after all this time.

So, it wasn't a surprise that before the 3rd set started, Mark picked up his guitar and started doing a solo rendition of 'Blackbird' for the 2 girls - they were feet away from him as he played. Half way through, Paul saw what he was doing, and started to add the bird sounds and other effects in the background. By the time he was finished, the band had taken their positions on stage, and the girls had a memory that they'll keep for a long time.

It's the little things that make the difference... and in that minute, the those fans felt like they were the only ones in the house...

Here's a little piece of the magic. Enjoy.