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White Line Fever – Book Review

Published Date: January 1, 2004

Publishing Co.: Citadel

Pages: 309

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

“Everything was going to be wonderful and huge women would get a hold of me and do things to me with raw carrots – you know, shit like that. Of course, it didn’t happen quite that way.”

There is nothing quite like reading the adventures of a heavy metal god. Because do not forget kids, Lemmy is God. *Winks at Grab the Lapels*

Since the day he was born, Lemmy was bound to be different. I mean, he was Born to Raise Hell and he did it well. He always marched to the beat of a different drum and they were rock and roll drums. (Heavy metal drums did not exist yet.) Raised in the birthplace of the rock scene, Lemmy has tales to tell about bands that have long since been forgotten or remained infamous for all time. He had to tell their stories because Dead Men Tell No Tales.

You see what I’m doing here?

I’m not going to promise to stop because I have No Class.

There are definitely problematic things here. Lemmy admits them, but also excuses them, like sex with 16-year-olds back when no one cared about such things. I am not sure that is actually the case but this was before I was alive so it’s probably true to a degree.

This book covers his life up until around 2002 and he never wrote more about it despite continuing his adventures until he was Killed by Death in 2015.

I’m So Bad.

I Ain’t No Nice Guy.

White Line Fever is everything that you think it would be. Fast paced, drug riddled, sex laced, vulgar, rock and roll gold.

I’ve Been Nominated – Liebster Award Tag

I’ve been nominated by the super lovely Frankie Lovely (see what I did there?) for the Liebster Award. She’s an awesome book blogger so if you need another place for book suggestions, I highly recommend you check her out. ^.^

What is the Liebster Award?

“Liebster” is a German word meaning beloved, dearest, sweetheart, or darling.

For bloggers, the Liebster Award is an online recognition given by other bloggers to new bloggers for enjoying or appreciating their work. It highlights up and coming blogs.

Once nominated, a blogger is asked to answer 11 questions provided by the nominating blogger.  They are then expected to nominate 11 other favorite new bloggers and come up with a list of 11 new questions for those nominees.

The Rules:

  1. Acknowledge the blog who nominated you and display the award.
  2. Answer the 11 questions the blogger gives you. 
  3. Nominate 11 blogs.
  4. Notify those blogs of the nomination. 
  5. Give them 11 questions to answer. 

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Raining Menstrual Blood

Yes this will be another rant about girls. But it’s okay because I’m a girl right?…..Shit, it’s my blog not yours! Whateva, whateva, I do what I want!

I feel like I should write a guide for girls about how to NOT ruin a metal show. To be fair though, not everyone violates the codes so I would probably waste money publishing it.

So, anywho, let me set the scene for you:

It’s a bright sunny 90 degree day. The date doesn’t matter. The location doesn’t really matter either. It’s Mayhem Festival. Slipknot, Slayer, Anthrax, and Motorhead. (Plus, a bunch of shitty bands that didn’t belong. But alas, that happens all the time.) The crowd is mostly male but females increase in numbers every year. Perhaps it is because more and more women are finding their love of metal music, or perhaps it’s just more girls going to please their guys. I guess we can never really be sure of which. There are two stages. The Jagermeister stage and the main stage. Plenty of blacktop to amp up the days heat. Lots of vendors selling cheap jewelry and pot paraphernalia. $9 beer and $8.50 personal pizzas. Don’t forget the $6 roasted almonds.

An all day music festival is a beautiful, expensive thing.

So where then, does my issue with women come in? Let me list the ways. (I like lists.)

1. To all the girls that attempted to dress “metal” for the day because they came with their boyfriend and his friends, WE CAN TELL. Maybe this is where your love of metal will blossom but please, stop trying so hard. The beautiful thing about metal is, people are accepting.  Not everyone, but most.

2. No matter how tough you are, no guys want you in the mosh pit. If generally you’re considered one of the bros, you won’t be this time. No guy is going to touch you. In fact I watched a girl get booed out of a Slayer pit at this very festival. Most men don’t enjoy potentially hurting a woman in any shape or form, they also don’t enjoy when you ruin their pit. Notice how the pit dissipates upon your arrival? (However, if it is an entire pit of girls, have at that shit.)

3. Wearing a bikini top and crowd surfing is about the stupidest thing you can do. There will ALWAYS be one asshole that will untie your top. Then you act shocked as your breasts are flailing about on top of a crowd of hundreds of people. This goes for miniskirts too.

4. Who taught you bitches to hover over a toilet seat? Because you are spraying that shit everywhere.

5. Asking Alexandria should have never been allowed to produce music. Seriously, that band is fucking terrible. I would say that anyone that likes it is a vagina but my vagina is horribly offended by that.

There it is, my guide to metal shows for girls. FUCKING USE IT.

Like Totally For Sure

I’m not very old. Mid twenties and yet….I feel old. I’m already saying things like, “Remember back in the day when…”

My cousin is half my age and into Pokemon. “I remember when that shit came out!” (And yes. I still like it.)

“Man, I had the coolest set of Slammers and pogs!”

Any song from either the 80s or the 90s automatically reminds me of my childhood in some form. (I was legitimately shocked to find out that Chumbawumba broke up. I had no idea they were still together/making music.)

Spandex leggings are back and all the rage.

Mosh pits suddenly require far more energy than I can muster. Plus, I ache for days after.

Girls dress horrendously slutty at an incredibly early age. In all fairness, this probably happened back when I was in high school but because we were young and stupid we didn’t consider it slutty.

Everyone I know went out and popped out babies pretty much right off the bat. Now I’m the one getting strange looks because I don’t have a single child. (Nor have I been married or divorced. Blasphemy I say!)

The list could go on and on. If I make it to 30, I’m going to need to stop keeping track of these things or I will surely drive myself batty.