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ponderingrandomthings · 2 months
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Blaze Bayley has quite a powerful positive song here! Inspiring!
He was vocalist for the British metal band Wolfsbane (1989 to 1994; 2012) (I remember listening to their song: Easy). Also ex=vocalist of Iron Maiden (1995 - 1998)
It should be interesting explore his 'Infinite Entanglement' trilogy albums:
Infinite Entanglement (2016)
Endure and Survive (2017)
The Redemption of William Black (2018)
Interesting reading: https://maximumvolumemusic.com/review-blaze-bayley-war-within-me-2021/
"A regular theme for Bayley (who is honest about his struggles) has been to take control of your own destiny."
Some of his song titles that seem very inspiring and promising:
Pull Yourself Up
Every Storm Ends
"On 25 March 2023, Bayley suffered a heart attack" (Wikipedia)
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firstweeklastweek · 1 year
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skidcd-megamix · 1 month
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Hell nahhhhh
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splittersplack · 6 months
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Toshiya of Dir En Grey
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y-love-gothic · 2 months
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Liz Vicious
Ignore what is her job
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volatilemask · 1 year
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LETS DANCE
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missgothicgirl666 · 11 months
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dusketo · 5 months
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boob attack
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leatherluxe · 1 year
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Steve not liking metal but he goes to a show with Eddie (Robin made him) and fucking loves the mosh pit — aggressive and on purpose full body contact with no bad intentions. Eddie has to drag him out the first time
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shiftwux · 6 months
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its the holidays, which can only mean hot food at mei ling's house again
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eldritch-thrumming · 1 year
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imagine: it’s been years since Steve and Eddie have seen each other. Eddie is still in contact with the kids, with Robin and Nancy and even Jonathan and Argyle, but he and Steve have kind of fallen out of touch. Steve buys every magazine that features Eddie, has a stack of Eddie’s tapes by his stereo, watches every televised award ceremony. He’s being supportive in the only ways he knows how. He had thought, back in 1986, that maybe they could have been something great, but he and Eddie had missed each other. That’s okay. It’s fine.
Steve’s okay, following Eddie’s career from afar. He’s got his own life to think about, his students and coaching and dating the various men and women his coworkers try to set him up with. It’s fine.
The Grammys are this weekend and Steve’s carved out his Sunday evening to watch the ceremony. Eddie’s third studio album is nominated for a whole slew of awards and fans have been gobbling up all the hints of who the album could be about. Eddie isn’t known for his love songs, but this new album consists of quite a few torch songs and ballads, each one more heartbreaking than the last. Steve’s been listening to the album on repeat for the past few weeks, imagining a world that maybe could have been if he’d been ready for it ten years ago. But he hadn’t been. He knows he hadn’t been.
On Sunday night, Steve pops some popcorn and parks himself on the couch in front of his ancient TV. He settles in as the red carpet coverage starts. He watches as Madonna and Prince and Michael Jackson arrive. He watches as Bruce Springsteen and Celine Dion and Shania Twain are interviewed by entertainment reporters.
And then Eddie appears, stepping out of his car and holding out his hand for his date to climb out after him, some actor that had just had a film premier at the Venice Film Festival. They make a good couple, handsome and clearly in love judging by the way they look at each other, the secret smiles they share when they think no one is looking. Steve tries not to take it personally, knows he has no right. It’s been years since he’s even seen Eddie in the flesh, even longer since they’ve had any meaningful sort of conversation. Fans have been speculating about this new relationship, theorizing that this is who Eddie’s love songs are all about. Watching them together, Steve thinks they’re probably right.
Halfway through the ceremony, Eddie wins the award for Best Metal Performance. Steve can’t help the smile that spreads across his lips, practically threatening to split his face in two. He watches, enraptured, as Eddie storms onto the stage, smile blinding. Steve practically holds his breath as he watches Eddie clutch the trophy in his shaking hands and stand close to the mic. He has to bend slightly and Steve’s smile grows even wider as Eddie thanks Wayne and the Party, all of them, before thanking his managers and agents and producers. Then Steve watches as Eddie takes a deep breath. The camera cuts to the crowd, closing in on Eddie’s date who watches from his seat, glassy eyes reflecting the stage lights and dopey smile on his face. Steve’s own smile falls just a little until the camera cuts back to Eddie.
“And to the man who’s inspired every song on this album,” Eddie smiles again, bright and blinding, holding his trophy up towards his date. “Stevie baby, thank you, darling.”
Steve’s face falls. Something in his chest tightens. There’s a grumbling from the crowd on screen and the camera zooms in on Eddie’s face as he seems to realize what he’s said. That he’s said the wrong name. Because that’s not his date’s name, it’s not even close. Eddie looks surprised at his own words but the camera cuts from him to where his date sits in the crowd, smile still plastered to his tanned and handsome face, clearly forced. The crowd starts clapping as the music starts to play and the presenters help usher Eddie backstage.
Steve can’t breathe. He can’t take his eyes off the screen, even though Eddie’s not there anymore. He feels rooted to the spot he’s made for himself on his couch. There’s a rushing in his ears.
He’s vaguely aware of his phone as it starts to ring in the kitchen.
when i got into the accident, the sight that flashed before me was your face. but when i stepped up to the podium, i think that i forgot to say your name. i’m on a bench in coney island wondering where did my baby go? the fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go. sorry for not making you my centerfold, over and over.
part two
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sadisthetic · 7 months
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FATAL ERROR//. abort operation.
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raw-time · 2 days
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Hair inspo!!
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y-love-gothic · 4 months
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