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i hate the world wide web. everyone is here but no one is actually THERE.
1. Doubt. Back to start. "Reset"
now in autumn's turbulence, i fly

Contradicting Ayn Rand is not so easy, as she is rot in a gravehole.


However, one could argue that as such, nature and "mystic" things and things related to the religions she scorned -- so religions would posit -- have effectively contradicted her...

still, economies are collapsing. the powerful United States economy buckled and wobbled in 2009. Iceland and Romania likewise had economic stumbles on levels some call 'catastrophic'*...

...but i still find reasons to sympathise with and admire the prolific Rand, if only because as a woman and a Jew in the radically polarized and infamously racist United States -- she succeeded as an author. Sometimes...it seems that Rand intended to foist her ill logic simply by overloading people with verbiage. (If you have not read her, Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead are considered readable -- Introduction To Objectivist Epistemology could make your head spin right off -- or put you in a coma. Caveat lector...)


Local X


because on the small, it was a matter of personal extortion. i was the target. now, i tired the would-be extortionists out, and they gave up but first: what did i have that the three extortionists wanted?

talent. straight up.

i'm humble, i know what humble means, but i also know what "coveted, sought after, viewed as an expendable commodity" means.

i won't name them to protect the innocent, as per the usual tradition in writing: but seeing as i am the writer, straight up -- the extortionists were NOT in this case the innocent ones worth protecting. Others were involved.

I sang in two bands and did lyrics for them: in both situations i was the "stunt vocalist" -- meaning that i was a replacement in established bands for the position of frontman. Lead singer, lyricist. no problem.

i was doing stuff, i was partying on the weekend. cool.

along came this one dude. and he suggests to me:

"chip, i'm getting a project together, i heard you can sing. you wanna jam?"
i knew the guy, a little.

my friend's band was going through bass players episodically, like they were just getting torn up by the band's schedule and challenging partyfunk approach.

when i met the f***** in question, he was their -- my buddy's band's -- most recent former bassist.

i had seen him wearing a dress...he had skinny hairy legs...it was ugly.

my BUDDY'S band -- and he's still my buddy -- had washed this guy out as bass player.

they wore and made COSTUMES for their party funk band,...
dude who wanted me to sing was just a slacker -- they said costumes, he showed up in drag...it was lame, and i remembered, especially his ugly skinny hairy legs...

anyway later he approaches me -- not in drag, and suggests jamming.

sure.

i give it a try.

it's sort of mediocre and uninspiring.

we jam and he sucks a couple of my friends from the street including jake, the great homeless percussionist.~

--but it's all a f****** scam. he never wanted a side project. he has his mainstream band and he's trying to suck me in to sing for them.

later i hear that the s*** head thinks i want to have sex with him.

the things the loser put me through disgusted me so much -- i have been called a homophobe, a gaybasher, just for complaining about his sick perversions. what can i say? i don't hate queers. but anyone who aggressively won't take no for an answer, to the point of local extortion -- anyway --

my older brother raped me when i was seven and he was seventeen. i talk about it in my comedy and spoken word routine, it's a post therapy thing, no propblem,.


but the dude from the band who were trying to get me by trickerry to sing for them -- a a - class absolute f*****.


even THAT in itself is not ebnough to really make me mad. there's a lotta queers in the industry: it's part of life. but the shithead in question -- the extortionist -- he --

ugh...DEATH..i hate the f*****.

their attitude was straight up punk nazi. they told me about how they hated all other bands, and that they all hated each other, and that that was the only way that you could "make it in the industry."

that s*** didn't even work for the pistols. backfired...







--on the small, it was a matter of personal extortion. the desperate f***** heard some stuff about me, and just decided that my d*** had to get in his a**.

"No" left him desperately trying to manipulate me in all sorts of pathetic ways.
It wasn't that I am all that good looking. It was that he was a frustrated Queen who took no as an answer only as a challenge. He was so sure I wanted into his a**. He got more and more disgusting in his fevered attempts as the YEARS passed. Years!

I learned a lot from the years after grunge died. I learned mostly that Joan Jett might not be someone I wanted to hang out with after all -- but "Fake Friends" was a great song that instructed me as a preteen and stayed with me, coming back to my memory when I really needed some sort of guidance.

The years after grunge were probably a time of people waking up to fake friends like soulsucking psychic vampires all around them. Because sincerity was outlawed. Just no. And that led to the later "we hate emo" thing that happened later. And the emotionless live a lie! Everyone has feelings. That little mutant born with no brains, just a watery skull, you could make him cry.

People who pretend like they feel nothing are usually the ones with the biggest gaping wounds. But I learned that those sort of people try to feast on the healthy, and they do it with lies. They want to hurt people who aren't ASHAMED to feel because --

-- because they are b*******. Because they aren't ACTUALLY "vampires" -- they just suck as people...





i was the target. now, i tired the would-be extortionists out, and they gave up but first: what did i have that the three extortionists wanted?

talent. straight up. i'm humble, i know what humble means, but i also know what coveted, sought after, viewed as a commodity means. parties followed me for a few years. it was cool -- but of course as grunge died dramatically, all that ended for me, and that was cool -- but before then, "chip! where's the party, dude?" and summer after summer of many conversations based around weed and beer and sex with people whose first names i never got to know.

i'm real sketchy, now, when people say "oh, I know him," or "you know him," or "you used to be real close, didn't you?" people use the word "friend" like a pack of matches from the local bodega anymore, that was the last CENTURY, things are all up in the air now.

I never f***** the guy in the a**.
I don't congratulate myself for that, nor do I kick myself for missing out on some great buttlove. I infact vacillate between congratulating myself for -- and regretting -- not killing the f*****. annoying.



i won't name them to protect the innocent as per the usual tradition in writing: but seeing as i am the writer, straight up -- the extortionists were NOT in this case the innocent ones worth protecting.

Others were involved.


Punkture. Abandon.
I sang in two bands and did lyrics for them: in both situations i was the "stunt vocalist" -- meaning that i was a replacement in established bands for the position of frontman. Lead singer, lyricist. no problem. i was doing stuff, i was partying on the weekend. cool.

along came this one dude. and he suggests to me "chip, i'm getting a project together, i heard you can sing. you wanna jam?"
i knew the guy, a little.

i give it a try. it's sort of mediocre and uninspiring. we jam and it's all a f****** scam. he never wanted a side project. he has his mainstream band and he's trying to suck me in to sing for them.

later i hear that the s*** head thinks i want to have sex with him.

my older brother raped me when i was seven and he was seventeen.

i talk about it in my comedy and spoken word routine, it's a post therapy thing, no problem, not anymore. it was one of those "if you tell, everyone will DIE things that happen every day, somewhere, sadly. i was lucky enough to seek help and find it.

so i talk about it openly because there are alot of sick and depressed kids who are up to their necks in trouble and confusion because they, too, were once little kids who got taken advantage of by older people they thought that they could trust.

is this really about how disappointed an aggressive macho queen felt when he found out that he wasn't getting any d***, and tried to smear me in a small townie scene that was dying anyway?

on the small.

but on the large, i wonder if anyone else but me remembers when punk mattered, when it had something to say, when it wasn't owned by time warner, geffen, rupert murdoch, no? you don't remember that?

doesn't matter. punk was declared dead in 1978 in the Spring edition of High Times.

Hippies were probably mad because of the declaration of the death of Hippie by socialist Diggers in 1968. (But the Grateful Dead, naturally, used the event for their own plans...)

i seem broken hearted
but actually
i just know it works.

that's what juliana hatfield has taught me.




but the dude from the band who were trying to get me by trickery to sing for them -- a A - class absolute f*****.


even THAT in itself is not enough to really make me mad.

there's a lotta queers in the industry: it's part of life. but the shithead in question -- the extortionist -- he --

ugh...DEATH..i hate the f*****.

their attitude was straight up punk nazi.

they told me about how they hated all other bands, and that they all hated each other, and that that was the only way that you could "make it in the industry."

that s*** didn't even work for the pistols. backfired...

INTERLEWD:
The Murder

The known facts are short and few. Nancy Spungen died in the bathroom of room 100 of the Chelsea Hotel West 23rd Street New York. She died from a single stab wound an inch below her navel somewhere between the hours of 4 and 9 O'clock on Wednesday the 12th of October. The alleged murder weapons were found on the blood stained bed, they were clean of both finger prints and blood. There was no money in the hotel room a fact that would later hold some significance.

Later that day Simon John Beverley A.K.A. Sid Vicious was charged with Second degree murder. As to how Sid and Nancy spent their last few hours together is something of a mystery and the truth perhaps will never be known. Here is what we do know.




Sid and Nancy spent part of that tuesday night in the company of two other musicians, one Stiv Bators (since deceased lead singer of the Dead Boys ) and Neon Leon, an unemployed musician who was also a resident at the Chelsea Hotel. That evening all four had been out looking at knifes. Nancy had selected a five inch lock knife and gave it as a present to Sid.

Neon Leon in his statement to the police said that a little after midnight Sid return to his room with two gold records and his leather jacket for him to look after. At about 4.30am Neon received a call from Nancy asking for marijuana.


Another witness a dealer / user called Rockets Redglare made a statement to police saying that he had delivered a small quantity of synthetic morphine to room 100 around 1.30 that morning.


"To tell the truth, at the time it wouldn't have surprised me if he or anyone killed her, she was that obnoxious. When she started up with that incessant whining she was more than the human mind could bear." Chrissie Hynde
Rotten No Irish No Blacks No Dogs


He took several hundred dollars promising to supply more the following day. When he left some time between 4 and 5am that morning Nancy was still alive. When leaving the hotel Redglare says that he saw another dealer, Steve Cincotti arriving. Cincotti statement says he supplied Sid and Nancy with Tuinal and then left six hours later the front desk received a call from Sid asking for an ambulance.

According to police Sid Vicious admitted the murder later that morning. Later still he'd claim to have no recollection of it. In later interviews he claimed to have awoken during the night to see Nancy playing with the knifes. Gouching out he woke later still to find Nancy in the bathroom dying. This was when he called for an ambulance.
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why include that?
because i know that story of the sex pistols. that's why i refused to be in a band with what amounted to self hating nazi geeks whose music wasn't THAT good.

they were such venal jerkoffs...musically -- hey -- get this: i knew their drummer from the scene...

punk scenes come and go, and they are pretty watered down anymore. no one really knows about politics and don't admit it if they do. that's pretty much what happened...

punk's dead/not dead

everybody's got an opinion.
even the dead have opinions. maybe...maybe weir is finally tired of playing cheap gigs for smelly, unwashed kids who are a pale imitation of the diehard acid head dropouts he started playing for. maybe that's why The Grateful Dead are now just called "the Dead" and charge $90 a head to see them even in the towns where they were made famous, immortal...maybe the scene that they came out of is just dead now, compared to the jaon baez and joni mitchell days.

------

when i told them that i couldn't sing with them, i erased the tapes because i saw what they were about.

my old friend who i'd made out with after parties, their hot riot girl drummer, she was the kicker for me because i saw what they had done to her mind.


she was a straight up riot asschica, activist and conscious...but the "people" she had hooked up with -- as a prominent female drummer she had become sort of locally notorious, not famous like britney or paris, but known in the east coast bar and warehouse scenes...

their nazi geek b******* had worked on her mind,

and you see it when you know people and they change,become "against themselves".


i erased the tapes.
oh, also, they were f****** plagiarists. song thieves.
they stole songs from other people and put my name on the cd's?

the worst! there was no way i was singing for them.

so like venal f****** JERKOFFS they went around the east coast hardcore scene adding b. s. about me to their general singerless b. s.

(ah, he's got no talent. he's a closet queen. he's so and so, he's this, he's that)

to people who didn't know me.
did i give a f***? you bet i did.
but not in the way that the friggin' guitar player wanted,
because he wanted me in the a**.
no f****** hairy greek disgusting WAY that THAT was happening.


like i said; talking about my experiences as an adult survivor of incest, sexual assault-- that's part of my past, part of my life.

because i'm straight. but THOSE guys? buggery skullduggery...

i KNOW that story of the sex pistols. that's why i refused to be in a band with what amounted to self hating nazi geeks whose music wasn't THAT good.

they were such venal jerkoffs...musically -- hey -- get this: i knew their drummer from the scene...
that's pretty much what happened...

A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity,

an old man said.

yeah, basically...

there are gifted people, and jealous people who lie sneeringly and who HATE gifted people.
they could be gifted themselves but they are so twisted with envy they would rather sabotage the gifted and then smile that fake, inncoent "i never do anything wrong, or lie," smile...being b******* all the time makes you stupid.

A society that gets rid of all its troublemakers goes downhill. But dealing with thoe who cause misery in the guise of creating an ordered society?

I don't want tricky d*** to die, i know he's GONNA die, he's only aman. i odn't want him to get away with the evil, heinous torturous S*** that hes done. and i know that teir are gay republicans with mental problems who bulshit the day away day after day, so that THAT shitwad can go on being the known serial raping child molestor that most people never wanted as a vice president -- or as a heavily moneyed mover and shaker who is not even elected and still involved deeply with aspects of presdidency that...


what i know is this:

in a world sick with attention span deficit disorder, there are alot of people who just spurt 'it's a rant' because -- they f****** have attention span deficit disorder...


in short, THEY have the f****** problem.

"Love" is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own... Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy. Which is sad.
But to me, Jealous is like Paranoid -Schizophrenic or other diagnoses of mental illness....people don't need it.

Mostly, the people who believe that "if he is really jealous, that means that he really loves me..." they are just wrong, buthey are SO f****** wrong that it might require months of cognitive behavioral therapy to get them in a place where they can have some real self awareness. There are bullies and weak male PIMPS who look to take advantage of women with next to no self esteem. Ugh.

Political tags - such as royalist, communist, democrat, populist, fascist, liberal, conservative, and so forth - are never basic criteria. The human race divides politically into those who want people to be controlled and those who have no such desire.

SEPTEMBER 2009
(twenty - oh - nine)


so i can scoff at those who might claim to "think" that image designers who SEEM netbased aren't really important. i can do other things than scoff, though.

i don't get off on embarrassing people that i don't know or can't see...i don't get off on embarassing anyone, really...

...i get off on doing what i do well. so what am i talking about, why am i complaining or seeming on the verge of complaint?

indie seemed to gain exposure as a term referring to musicians who rejected the industry and became independent. but writers tend (decent writers, good writers, skilled writers, writers worth paying) to look at words, their meanings, and even --

...we tend to pay attention when words are used unconsciously -- as in the term indie.

does it mean independent or industry?

there are many "conservatives" who are SURE that Stephen Colbert is, oh, no, he's not making FUN of conservatives, republicans, bible belt phallocrats...he is with us. He's making fun of the Left. Well, they don't get it. That's fine.

I have said something, but f*** it. A lot of people that I love, or don't know but would love potentially are too f***** in the heart to really be able to take a joke.

That's not their fault, no more than it's a blue baby's fault that she's born blue. I sure wish this was white on black, rather than black on white, but it's a White Man's world, isn't it...











september 29 2009
yeah, Juliette Lewis is coming to bowl-drrrrr...

i can hardly wait...



cyberpunk is..."Not a real genre...stop writing us."






why i love anyone who hates myspacebecause i can hate schizophrenia without hating the mentally sick. because i know many borderline people who just have such a hard time with the difference between art and lies ...and oh, yeah, becausethe evil, in fact Satanic conspiracy to control the entire world and everyone's lives and cause utter misery and death is REAL, REAL, REAL...


i won't let them run me, own me, rule my life without fighting back intelligently, in a way that can make a difference. that's what the gurus, mentors and teachers who have come into my life have taught me.


i feel...immaculate, impeccable about this. America lies about freedom. Anything less than real freedom means that there is fighting to do, against fascists who have decieved and even ended the lives of our loved ones with their NAZI B*******.

my contempt for myspace was so real, so profound. it was a hate -- it remains, in the fading moons of 2009 a hate that made me feel complete -- as if i had not been a truly whole person until i realised my utter HATE for myspace.

for myspace, and for the corporate heads that OWN myspace...so "it isn't yours." the material issue?

ah, someone says 'get over it.'

i am sure that their ancestors probably owned mine. i'd like to kill them! but - i refrain from compulsion, knowing
that simply because someone can do something does not mean that it has to.

as well. i also knew that my HATE for MURDOCH and those lying, conspiratory EVIL FOOLS was and is more than balanced by my love for two great, emotive and deep, unnamably deep writers


Naoko Takeuchi, called 'sensei' by many...and the deified Mishima, a man of such intellectual and emotional passion that it bleeds from each literary masterpiece he put down.



so: those whom i love and who inspire me, and those who i HATE, LOATHE, DESPISE, and wish fervently could be humbled and brought low before the world before they get away by dying...



BUT MORE IS COMING





so i have learned all this stuff, all these tools to deal with the world of deep and onion like DENIAL. it worx and there is actual no real price to pay because-- well it's all toilet paper.

i can see what people are fighting against and almost always it is themselves and so it goes on. i can hear the noise that compulsive liars make -- they are INSISTING that

their lies have to be real.


MUST...BE...REAL! and they are lying and it's obvious.

i can turn the other cheek and also let the liars know that they are known to be so. they are sort of arrogant --- it's the arrogance pf people who have been telling the same lies for so long they don't get it. the lies of 'proud americans.' --


the lies of those who have been lied to
about the origin of america, seduced into forgetting the oppression, the atrocity and rape, the imbalance.

ai hear these lies and ai am glad that AT LAST, EVERYONE IS DEAD, which is why i listen to their lies. sure, why not...

people are waking up so quickly that they had to make that big machine to distort people's limbic brains.

meanwhile they KNOW they are liars. they know, now, that they are known as liars... and that sort of saps their energy and that makes me very very happy.


humanity is still a very good thing that God, or Void, or maybe You, created - -when atheists speak to me

i don't ALWAYS smile but sometimes i smile because "what is it that doesn't exist again? describe it to me." they are happy to reduce themselves to that state of absurdity that makes me glad that at least, AT LAST EVERYONE IS DEAD...did the conversation matter? It was ghosts exchanging ectoplasm...

- i was ALIVE in 1983 and i remember things happening.

i remember ARA being born out of the need to repulse the AC SKINZ who would go to the bad brains shows and bite people in the mosh pit. there is where UNITY COGNITION WAS BORN, that is where SKIN HEADS AGAINST RACIAL PREJUDICE and ANTI RACIST ACTION were born. i am humbly glad that i was there cause thes ecruddy blink 182 imitation of punk -- damn they should just put on the elvis jumpsuits and die on the toilet cause they are so rich and ...if i started talking about INTEGRITY to them they would start squirming and wondering how old they were.

i remember when punk was still new and vital-- now RAGE are broken up and people are still just cultivating the jaded -don't care attitude.
i'm so dead to this mean cruel world,
i look forward to being alive again, fully alive
and by no means alone...

but i know this is making someone's ears burn somewhere, someone who wants to reject all the satan praising hypnotized and stinking americans and be anarchist again.

. it's about thinking for yourself -- which means it's about THINKING.

and i have given up on "leftists and liberals" they sell out too much and never deliver. totalitarians.

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At 12:56pm on November 21, 2009, paola perales said…
-smiles- ok but how r u
At 7:02pm on November 13, 2009, paola perales said…
Hey what's up
At 6:08pm on November 4, 2009, mikal haley said…
At 11:51am on October 27, 2009, mikal haley said…
hints to part 2 if you're following

confucious sayd that when one went on a capmaign of revenge, he had best prepare two caskets.
someone else said "the best revenge is living well."
At 11:40am on October 27, 2009, mikal haley said…
the name of this story is "what would YOU have done?"

because on the small, it was a matter of personal extortion. i was the target. now, i tired the would-be extortionists out, and they gave up but first: what did i have that the three extortionists wanted?

talent. straight up. i'm humble, i know what humble means, but i also know what coveted, sought after, viewed as a commodity means.

i won't name them to protect the innocentas per the usual tradition in writing: but seeing as i am the writer, stright up -- the extortionists were NOT in this case the innocent ones worth protecting. Othere were involved.

I sang in two bands and did lyrics for them: in both situations i was the "stunt vocalist" -- meaning that i was a replacement in established bands for the position of frontman. Lead singer, lyricist. no bproblem. iwas doing stuff, i was partying on the weekend. cool.

along came this one dude. and he suggests to me "chip, i'm getting a project together, i heard you can sing. you wanna jam?"
i knew the guy, a little.

my friend's band was going through bass players epsodically, like they were just getting torn up by the band's schedule and challenging partyfunk approach. when i met the f***** in question, i had seen him wearing a dress. he had skinny hairy legs...it was ugly.

my BUDDY'S band -- and he's still my buddy -- had washed this guy out as bass player. they wore and made COSTUMES for their party funk band,...
dude who wanted me to sing was just a slacker -- they said costumes, he showed up in drag...it was lame, and i remembered, especially his ugly skinny hairy legs...

anyway later he approaches me -- not in drag, and suggests jamming.

sure.

i give it a try. it's sort of mediocre and uninspiring. we jam and he sucks a couple of my friends from the street including jake, the great homeless percussionist.

but it's all a f****** scam. he never wanted a side project. he has his mainstream band and he's trying to suck me in to sing for them.

later i hear that the s*** head thinks i want to have sex with him.

my older brother raped me when i was seven and he was seventeen. i talk about it in my comedy and spoken word routine, it's a post therapy thing, no propblem,.


but the dude from the band who were trying to get me by trickerry to sing for them -- a a - class absolute f*****.


even THAT in itself is not ebnough to really make me mad. there's a lotta queers in the industry: it's part of life. but the shithead in question -- the extortionist -- he --

ugh...DEATH..i hate the f*****.

their attitude was straight up punk nazi. they told me about how they hated all other bands, and that they all hated each other, and that that was the only way that you could "make it in the industry."

that s*** didn't even work for the pistols. backfired...

INTERLEWD:
The Murder

The known facts are short and few. Nancy Spungen died in the bathroom of room 100 of the Chelsea Hotel West 23rd Street New York. She died from a single stab wound an inch below her navel somewhere between the hours of 4 and 9 O'clock on Wednesday the 12th of October. The alleged murder weapons were found on the blood stained bed, they were clean of both finger prints and blood. There was no money in the hotel room a fact that would later hold some significance.

Later that day Simon John Beverley A.K.A. Sid Vicious was charged with Second degree murder. As to how Sid and Nancy spent their last few hours together is something of a mystery and the truth perhaps will never be known. Here is what we do know.




Sid and Nancy spent part of that tuesday night in the company of two other musicians, one Stiv Bators (since deceased lead singer of the Dead Boys ) and Neon Leon, an unemployed musician who was also a resident at the Chelsea Hotel. That evening all four had been out looking at knifes. Nancy had selected a five inch lock knife and gave it as a present to Sid.

Neon Leon in his statement to the police said that a little after midnight Sid return to his room with two gold records and his leather jacket for him to look after. At about 4.30am Neon received a call from Nancy asking for marijuana.


Another witness a dealer / user called Rockets Redglare made a statement to police saying that he had delivered a small quantity of synthetic morphine to room 100 around 1.30 that morning.


"To tell the truth, at the time it wouldn't have surprised me if he or anyone killed her, she was that obnoxious. When she started up with that incessant whining she was more than the human mind could bear." Chrissie Hynde
Rotten No Irish No Blacks No Dogs


He took several hundred dollars promising to supply more the following day. When he left some time between 4 and 5am that morning Nancy was still alive. When leaving the hotel Redglare says that he saw another dealer, Steve Cincotti arriving. Cincotti statement says he supplied Sid and Nancy with Tuinal and then left six hours later the front desk received a call from Sid asking for an ambulance.

According to police Sid Vicious admitted the murder later that morning. Later still he'd claim to have no recollection of it. In later interviews he claimed to have awoken during the night to see Nancy playing with the knifes. Gouching out he woke later still to find Nancy in the bathroom dying. This was when he called for an ambulance.
-------------------------------------------------------------
why include that?
because i know that story of the sex pistols. that's why i refused to be in a band with what amounted to self hating nazi geeks whose music wasn't THAT good.

they were such venal jerkoffs...musically -- hey -- get this: i knew their drummer from the scene...

punk scenes come and go, and they are prertty wartered down anymore. no one really knows about politics and don't admit it if they do. that's pretty much what happened...

punk's dead/not dead

everybody's got an opinion.
even the dead have opinions. maybe...maybe weir is finally tired of playing cheap gigs for smelly, unwashed kids who are a pale imitation of the diehard acid head dropouts he started playing for. maybe that's why The Grateful Dead are now just called "the Dead" and charge $90 a head to see them even in the towns where they were made famous, immortal...maybe the scene that they came out of is just dead now, compared to the jaon baez and joni mitchell days.

------

when i told them that i couldn't sing with them, i erased the tapes because i saw what they were about.

my old friend who i'd made out with after parties, their hot riot girl drummer, she was rthe kicker for me because i saw what they had done to her mind.


she was a straight up riot as chica\, activist and conscious...but the people she had hooked up with -- as a prominent female drummer she had become sort of locally notorious, not famous like britney or paris, but known in the east coast bar and warehouse scenes...

their nazi geek b******* had worked on her mind,
and you see it when you know people and they change,become "against themselves".


i erased the tapes.
oh, also, they were f****** plagiarists. song thieves.

the worst! there was no way i was singing for them.

so like venal f****** JERKOFFS they went around the east coast hardcore scene adding b. s. about me to their general singerless b. s.

(ah, he's got no talent. he's a closet queen. he's so and so, he's this, he's that)

to people who didn't know me.
did i give a f***? you bet i did.
but not in the way that the friggin' guitar player wanted,
because he wanted me in the a**.
no f****** hairy greek disgusting WAY that THAT was happening.

like i said; talking about my experiences as an adult survivor of incest, sexual assault-- that's part of the comedy and spoken word that i do. because i'm straight. but THOSE guys?

(end of part 2)
At 4:53pm on October 25, 2009, mikal haley said…
what?
DRY RUN AT THE LIBRARY. SNOWING OUTSIDE. WARM AND TOASTY HERE.

started at 5:26
i can barely look at lauryn hill.
i WAY can't look at eve. lauryn turns my EYES to dust.
love is blind is severely f***** up and completely good.
i always thought that eve was one of the most underrated rhymers but
wtf, this is a new century.

nerds & geeks are NOT handling multimedia like real people are.



wearechange org martial law @ g20, LRAD police state
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGSQ4RB6meQ

britney got bumped.
MIA is really what it's all about. mia is beautiful too...but i think brit might make people forget what the story is about.
she's got better songs.
(or does she?) maybe that's just gonna be for the outtro. depends on if she says okay.


G20 - Confronted by LRAD Accoustic Weapons

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAwmX5O-FAE
yeah, "i'm a muthafuckin' Hindu" MIA well,
this song fits better.
536 at this point -- i am wondering about Pink. as in: it's 19 minutes to go. i wanna get to the point...


all this time we are going back and forth between the videos with the musical talent and the video of protestors getting f***** up by cops.


G20 Riot Police Assault Young Couple

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPeXRozN6vQ

pink's song is totally necessary, though,
she's beautiful, it's a cool song and 'we're all gonna get in a fight'

philly riot cops beat and leave kid

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIk2_SWo5Lc

when ministry gets to THEIR so what

i think that's the robbery scenes that will have to be shot written acted etc.


5:44 pm time's flying...i'm getting a little scared. then it occurs to me...both Pink and MINISTRY make their point really quick.

i might save the YOU MAKE ME SICK songs for
a different mix.

straight into nizter ebb
with ten miniute sto go. Ministry are almost unintelligeble anyway...
i think dubbing lyrics along the bottom as we switch from video to video will be good...

I ONLY KILL TO KNOW I'M ALIVE -- ministry - so what

YEAH, AT THIS POINT
eve, pink and i are robbing the f*** out of those mbanks
that the cops are not guarding because they are smashing kids.

yeah, Ministry DEFINITELY goes into front 242. that's a good deal.\



it seems to work.

now you look at that list of talent

and now you understand the TITLE.

because
well, the beastie boys don't have to rob YOU.

they could...
At 6:42pm on October 22, 2009, mikal haley said…

At 6:41pm on October 22, 2009, mikal haley said…
YEAH,
SO THIS IS CONFUSING TO PEOPLE, CHECK.

I AM A FILMMAKER. INDIE. INDIE. INDIE. NO COMPROMISE,
NO f****** COMPROMISE.

YOU CAN READ
WHAT I WRITE
HERE.
At 7:43pm on October 20, 2009, SarahLynn said…
lol thank you! ^_^ glad you like my "skillz" haha :D
At 1:16pm on October 12, 2009, mikal haley said…
predictions: people will realise that MTV and the industry are the REAL enemy and focus their hate on them VIACOM and actual corporations instead of relativeinnocents like brtney, gaga and serena...

--
people are just suckered. and capitalist...and nothing real artpunk will come out of corporate mentality. just empty, superficial,
front,
pose
fake
artifice

heard some good tunes

but

well anyway

THE MORE YOUR DREAM IS DEAD

 
 
 

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