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Great white 🤍

Great White is an American hard rock band from Southern California. It had its most successful phase in the mid to late 1980s.

This is my favorite song of them ↓

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#HoyEnlaEscena 20 de febrero de 2003 Muere Ty Longley

#HoyEnlaEscena 20 de febrero de 2003 Muere Ty Longley

#HoyEnlaEscena 20 de febrero de 2003 Muere Ty Longley Guitarrista y vocalista estadounidense. Nació en Sharon, Pennsylvania , y se graduó de Brookfield High School en Brookfield, Ohio . Longley se unió a la banda Great White en 2000, tocó en Samantha 7 , The Bullet Boys, y tocó en el proyecto en solitario de Nick Menza . Ty también hizo trabajo de sesión para muchos artistas, entre ellos Nancy…

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Singer making documentary on nightclub fire that killed 100

PROVIDENCE, R.I. (AP) — The lead singer for the band whose pyrotechnics display sparked the Rhode Island nightclub fire that killed 100 people in 2003 said he's making a documentary that will give him a chance to apologize and tell his side of the story. http://dlvr.it/CkWZ22

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La perdida versión original Ian Hunter de “Once Bitten Twice Shy” es una desmotración grautita del rock and roll clásico, pero la versión mejorada en la guitarra de Ty Longley, del grupo Great White es superior por 100. Ty murió en un incendio mientras tocaba con otras 100 personas en 2003.

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Today marks the 10th anniversary of The Station nightclub fire that took the lives of a 100 people, including that of Great White guitarist Ty Longley. We take a look some of the most infamous concert tragedies and mishaps in this top 10 list.

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R.I.P. Ty Longley of Great White and the 99 others who lost their lives today in the Station nightclub fire in 2003.

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On this date...

2003 - In West Warwick, RI, 99 people were killed when fire destroyed the nightclub The Station. The fire started with sparks from a pyrotechnic display being used by Great White. Ty Longley, guitarist for Great White, was one of the victims in the fire.

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The Great White Fire

A tribute to Great White, the late Ty Longley and others lost to this musical tragedy. Written in the POV of a fan in her early twenties attending the band's concert that fateful night. Written to express how important, how much of a priority music can become for someone. So much to the point that may be all that matters.

(Excuse grammar and spelling por favor)

Tonight was going to be the greatest night of my life. Forget about prom, forget about graduation, this is what I live for. Music is everything. Slightly contradicting to my psychology major in the making but I have reasons. I don’t want to start to resent my main passion in life because it starts to be a job. Sure, I’ve seen myself on stage. Hell, I’ve been on stage. It’s not as extravagant as being an actual celebrity, being a local cover band only gets you so far. Still, the feeling is the same. The energy, the appreciation, the love from the crowd. Plus the simple fact of being able to express yourself and share your love with the world, it’s an amazing feeling that I adore and want to experience over and over and over again. But too often the passion of the art is replaced by the want for money. And that’s the last thing I want. I’d much rather keep it a hobby than have it a chore.

I stepped out of the beat-up Ford and looked around. This definitely wasn’t my city. Funny how New York and Rhode Island could be so close yet so different. But I guess if two cities that are half an hour apart can contrast, it shouldn’t be very surprising that two states could as well. I closed the door and adjusted my lace fingerless gloves. I shifted on my heels. These boots were killing me, but it was all in the name of glam rock style. It’s funny how many people find out I’m “into that kind of stuff”. They assume that my generation has no appreciation for real music. I love the look on their faces when they find out otherwise.

“Ok,” Lisa stated walking around the front of the truck and leaning against the passenger side door next to me, “Rob’s gonna go visit an “old friend” who lives about 15 minutes away from here. He’ll head back over when we call. Does that work for you?” I smiled and nodded. She returned the grin and made her way back around to the driver’s window. A few words were exchanged before she leant in for an unnecessarily long kiss.

Lisa was my best friend, or rather college best friend. We went to high school together but never talked until we found each other in one of our University classes. We were two of the youngest ones there seeing as we had enough credit to start as sophomores in English, so having someone you know helped calm the nerves. Afterwards, we discovered we had three more courses together and our rooms were in the same wing. It became a lot easier to get to know her and with how much we had in common, we swore we were sisters.

As for Rob, I remember him being a senior my, as well as Lisa’s, freshman year in high school. He was your stereotypical jock on the outside; well-built, captain of the football team, athletic scholarships flying at him from every direction. The best part though, was his proof of a don’t-judge-a-book-by-its-cover personality. Rob was a poet. He had this amazing ability to touch your heart with the words he wrote. Even more impressive was the way he got down to your core and reached your very soul when he spoke those words. He could make you love your enemy, appreciate the negatives of life, and change your perspective of the entire world in one poem. He also loved kids. He said that if everyone held the innocence of adolescence, everything would be that much better. I think that’s what made Lisa fall in love with him when she was just fifteen. Oh and were they in love. High school relationships don’t last? It’s only puppy love? Well look at these two. When you would see the emotion held in their eyes only for each other, you would completely forget their relationship was barely legal.

Years later, Lisa finally pulled away. The pair said their goodbyes and with a pat to the hood, our chauffeur drove off. I waved and waited as Lisa watched him go until she couldn’t see him anymore. Then she gave a happy sigh and made her way over to me.

“You ready for a night you’re gonna be talkin about on your deathbed?”

“Ooh yes,” I said as she looped her arm through mine as exhilaration and anticipation coursed through our veins. With smiles on our faces, developing blisters on our feet, and a huge enthusiasm in our hearts, we made our way inside.

This. Was. Amazing. The show was an hour in and I was in heaven. The venue was nothing special; with its stained walls, permanent smoke-filled atmosphere, stained musty odor, and cheap alcohol. Just like every other small bar/nightclub I had been too. What made this incredible was Great White, just as I had expected. I knew these guys were amazing from the first time I had heard their music at my dad’s second wedding reception, but with the magic of the studio I never expected them to be one hundred times better live. I’m ecstatic that they are though. I was standing at the back near the bar mesmerized. Lisa had gone to do some socializing. I stayed behind to watch the reason I was here; one of the greatest bands to grace the planet. I was so awestruck that I didn’t even take note of the change in temperature.

It was getting hot. And people started coming towards me with confused faces. I lost sight of Lisa. It’s getting foggy and so hot. I felt a little lightheaded and I was getting shoved around by the crowd now wearing panicked looks. It was really hot and I couldn’t see Lisa anywhere. My hip slammed into the bar, as the audience continued to rush past, screaming now, and I noticed I couldn’t catch my breath. My eyes began to water. Out of nowhere I started coughing. I think I cut my hands on the broken glass when I hit the ground. I’m not sure though. I didn’t even notice myself fall, I was busy trying to remember how to breathe. It’s so very hot and I started to hear yelling. I rubbed my eyes hoping to clear my vision when I noticed I didn’t have one, but I could still feel the sting. I felt the shards cut my cheek and through my shirt as I lied down. It didn’t even occur to me just how disgusting an act it was. I was focused on how extremely hot it felt.

Now, not only was everything black, but the yells were muffled. I felt like I was drowning, how ironic. I think I stopped breathing. Then, suddenly, I heard guitars. Next came the keyboard. Followed by a steady drum beat and soon, the lyrics were flowing again. I suppose I didn’t need to see the show as long as I could still listen. Pros and cons. My excitement from before slithered its way back in and I completely forgot how hot it was.

I woke up to the news. They were talking about last night. They said the flames spread pretty fast. I looked down at myself in the hospital bed then over to my left where I saw my family. Everyone was teary-eyed as they glared at the TV. I looked back in that direction and the reporter was talking about how there was an ongoing investigation but it was suspected that legal action would be taken against Daniel Biechele as well as The Station owner. Understandable, how do you let a place use pyrotechnics without checking if it’s even safe first?  A doctor came in and adjusted the sheet further up my body, I just continued to stare at the TV. They said over two-hundred people got hurt and about one hundred didn’t make it including Longley. It was weird to think that one of the few people I actually had posters of on my walls was no longer alive. It’s bittersweet in way really. Think about it. How many people can say they went along with their idol? Sure, I wasn’t the only one, but it’s different for them. They died because of faulty entertainment, but me, me and Ty, we died in the name of music.

 The Great White Fire. It’s got a ring to it don’t you think? I could write a song.