Malcolm (early version of father/ELOHIM) by Le Butcherettes, live for WCPO Lounge Acts

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Malcolm (early version of father/ELOHIM) by Le Butcherettes, live for WCPO Lounge Acts
Fool.
An undated photo shows Salinger near his New Hampshire home with his New Yorker editor's wife Emily Maxwell
Suppression.
There are not many words I could use to describe, But you asked me to tell you, so I'm going to try. This story isn't one for weak ears, In a few short words I'll retell all of my years.
I grew up in a big house with a small family, My parents were always out and rooms were empty. I was never alone, but I was so alone That's a feeling I hope you'll never have to know.
I can feel this eating away at me, From the inside, From the outside, I'm suffocating just to breathe. All I see in the mirror is each and every flaw, I'm hopeless, I'm reckless, Tearing my own eyes out with my claws.
My parents weren't divorced, but they may as well have been. Never embraces shared, only fights I had seen. This wasn't their fault, I was born this way, But sometimes the way you're born is something you want to change.
I can feel this eating away at me, From the inside, From the outside, I'm suffocating just to breathe. All I see in the mirror is each and every flaw, I'm hopeless, I'm reckless, Tearing my own eyes out with my claws.
I would have gone to the end of the world for you, But instead you shoved my words down my throat. The worst part is, after all this, I'd forgive you. Does that give you some sick satisfaction as you gloat?
I can feel this eating away at me, From the inside, From the outside, I'm suffocating just to breathe. All I see in the mirror is each and every flaw, I'm hopeless, I'm reckless, Tearing my own eyes out with my claws.
So here we are, at the end of the world, You're holding on to my hand. But I'll let go as we both fall And I'll be the only one who lands.
Just a reminder
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American Idiot (The Musical)
I can't stop gushing about how magnificent the show was. From the set, to the cast, to the songs, to the costumes, to the choreography...it was simply amazing. I'm a huge fan of musicals and I love Green Day, so combining the two together was absolute perfection.
I loved loved loved their portrayal of St. Jimmy. Making him just be a part of Johnny's id rather than someone who interacted with all the characters, that was so well done.
Johnny, a.k.a the Jesus of Suburbia! He was incredible. All his emotions, his fuck-ups, his "fuck you!"s...his emotion through the songs he sang came across really well.
I felt so bad for Tunny, and even worse for Will. Whilst Johnny and Tunny chose the paths they took and what happened to them, Will really had no choice. And then Heather left him! The scene where she leaves was brilliant. They had separate actors basically singing their thoughts, whilst the characters themselves said nothing. I loved it. Also, Tunny ends up with The Extraordinary Girl at the end, so he has a happy ending.
Whatsername! First off, perfect choice in naming her hahaha. I loved her as a character. A little bitchy, which worked perfectly.
All in all, it was marvelous. The set was so well constructed and used. Here are some photos (none of them are mine) so you can see more of it for yourself:
The set was amazing!
I loved the use of the screens in the background.
This is when Tunny decides to join the army. I loved the choreography here. How they had the ensemble "holding guns" was really effective. Even if they were in their underwear.
So, I'm not 100% sure, but I'm pretty sure this is Whatsername, St. Jimmy, and Johnny. The cast I saw was different from the Broadway cast, so they looked a little different.
Johnny and St. Jimmy (again, not 100% sure).
And then, just for fun, here are a couple photos of Billie Joe Armstrong himself playing St. Jimmy. Man, would I have loved to see that!
About my last post
I never did any of those drugs before hahaha. I occasionally would have a glass of wine or champagne or a bottle of beer on special occasions but it was very rare. Recently have seen the negative effects that drugs and alcohol can have on a person up close. Decided I didn't want any of it. Art and music are my drugs.
Also, it was not in any way meant to disrespect the USA or it's Pledge of Allegiance. Just a spin off.
XXX
Nine Knives
I don't feel worthy of my own feelings How did we end up here? You're the friend I really wished I could bring myself to hate But instead you grab my heartstrings and decide you want to play
I don't feel worthy of my own problems When we're all just born to die. You ignore me, replace me, just to prove that you can And I'm forced into a smile, all according to your plan
You walk miles and miles in your dreams But you can't walk a day in my shoes So instead you take my seat
Just watch out, 'cause when I come back, I'm bringing an army The only tools I know how to use, art, music, and speech. My words will kill you, even though you come back for more. You've got nine lives, well honey, I've got nine knives.
I don't feel worthy of my own disease Left to tremble beneath you. You've got a fucked up misconception of the world But I guess that's because you're one fucked up little girl.
So you walk miles and miles in your dreams But you can't walk a second without me?
Just watch out, 'cause when I come back, I'm bringing an army The only tools I know how to use, art, music, and speech. My words will kill you, even though you come back for more. You've got nine lives, well honey, I've got nine knives.
So take my seat, You take my seat, Go on and replace me.
I know that you'll know who this song is written for, And even though I may deny it, I hope it can change you. I know it won't change you.
You've got too many problems that can't be fixed, So when this is over, you won't even be missed. You're coming after me, after sending me to the grave, But I'm climbing out, so you'd better behave.
Just watch out, 'cause when I come back, I'm bringing an army The only tools I know how to use, art, music, and speech. My words will kill you, even though you come back for more. You've got nine lives, well honey, I've got nine knives.
I need to stop writing depressing songs.