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post Jul 16 2008, 02:42 AM
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Pre-order the RATM Biography NOW!


STAGE FIGHTERS is available as a very limited batch of 50 numbered and signed editions, with personal message. Pre-order these special editions for only £16.00 (postage PAID worldwide).

The book, Stage Fighters, will be released during August and is available for pre-order now, upcoming blog will feature more details. The first batch will be numbered and signed by myself.

It is 250 pages of politically motivated musical anarchy! This is the first chance I have had to write a political music biography as obviously there are very few bands who fit the remit. I approached the subject with a little scepticism given the regular criticisms of the band but was happy to find my cynical stance soon abated as I learned more about the true history of the band.

This full history encompasses all members' upbringing and the political climate of the 60s and beyond as well as a focus on the history of protest music and how it links to RATM. There is also an in depth study of Chris Cornell and the Audioslave years coming right up to date with the reformation of RATM.

I also go into detail on the band's personal politics from their involvement with the Zapatistas through to thorough focus on the case of, among other prominent political activists, Mumia Abu Jamal. This is not your average rock book but at the same time as all the politicised background is a full analysis and timeline of the band's music and those involved. One exclusive interview comes from GGGarth Richardson the producer of the debut album - his revelations are a joy to behold!

I must make a quick comment regarding the nature of the band, and the inevitable criticisms I will receive because they're not a metal band, though some people seem to think they are.

As those of you who know me (or at least my career) fairly well will know, I don't exactly subscribe to a genre ban of any kind. I am an extremely eclectic music lover and I'm pretty much open to anything. The reason I chose RATM is because they have a long illustrious history, they are pioneers and their story is among the most interesting of all rock groups, perhaps the most interesting. Their music has always inspired me and I was intrigued to learn more myself as I went along. This had been an idea I'd had for a long time but seemed most pertinent now as the band has reformed.

To underline - if you think this is a sell-out or it's not metal enough for you I really couldn't give a toss - just don't read it! For those who understand, you're in for a treat!

Here is the official blurb:

"Rage Against the Machine changed the shape of music with their rampant self-titled debut album in 1992. Here was a politically charged troupe who took advantage of major label backing yet spoke out on issues that few stars in the spotlight dared to - never afraid to insist their message was just as important as the music.

The sales came in the millions and critical acclaim besieged them...until De La Rocha left the band in 2000. Instead of attempting to replace the inimitable orator, Morello and Co. threw a curveball and hired ex-Soundgarden throat Chris Cornell to create a new band - Audioslave. Yet, there was always the genius of Rage Against The Machine in the background and in 2007 the band reformed with De La Rocha included. Millions have waited a long time to see the spectacle unfold once again.

This is the story of how a Harvard graduate and a poetic activist welded together, along with several capable cohorts, to create a bastion of youth revival and change through the medium of their striking, innovative material; a glutton of musical riches which continues to amaze and inspire today."

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post Jun 22 2009, 06:01 PM
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Can it really be sixty-two years ago that I first saw you?

It is truly a lifetime, I know. But as I gaze into your eyes now, it seems like only yesterday that I first saw you, in that small café in Hanover Square. (wow power leveling)

From the moment I saw you smile, as you opened the door for that young mother and her newborn baby. I knew. I knew that I wanted to share the rest of my life with you.

I still think of how foolish I must have looked, as I gazed at you, that first time. I remember watching you intently, as you took off your hat and loosely shook your short dark hair with your fingers. I felt myself becoming 1)immersed in your every detail, as you placed your hat on the table and cupped your hands around the hot cup of tea, gently blowing the steam away with your 2)pouted lips.

From that moment, everything seemed to make perfect sense to me. The people in the café and the busy street outside all disappeared into a 3)hazy 4)blur. All I could see was you.

All through my life I have relived that very first day. Many, many times I have sat and thought about that the first day, and how for a few 5)fleeting moments I am there, feeling again what is like to know true love for the very first time. It pleases me that I can still have those feelings now after all those years, and I know I will always have them to comfort me.

Not even as I shook and trembled uncontrollably in the 6)trenches, did I forget your face. I would sit huddled into the wet mud, terrified, as the hails of bullets and mortars crashed down around me. I would 7)clutch my rifle tightly to my heart, and think again of that very first day we met. I would cry out in fear, as the noise of war beat down around me. But, as I thought of you and saw you smiling back at me, everything around me would be become silent, and I would be with you again for a few precious moments, far from the death and destruction. It would not be until I opened my eyes once again, that I would see and hear the 8)carnage of the war around me.

I cannot tell you how strong my love for you was back then, when I returned to you on leave in the September, feeling 9)battered, bruised and fragile. We held each other so tight I thought we would burst. I asked you to marry me the very same day and I 10)whooped with joy when you looked deep into my eyes and said "yes" to being my bride.world of warcraft power leveling

I`m looking at our wedding photo now, the one on our dressing table, next to your jewellery box. I think of how young and innocent we were back then. I remember being on the church steps grinning like a 11)Cheshire cat, when you said how dashing and handsome I looked in my uniform. The photo is old and faded now, but when I look at it, I only see the bright vibrant colors of our youth. I can still remember every detail of the pretty wedding dress your mother made for you, with its fine delicate lace and pretty pearls. If I concentrate hard enough, I can smell the sweetness of your wedding bouquet as you held it so proudly for everyone to see.

I remember being so over enjoyed, when a year later, you gently held my hand to your waist and whispered in my ear that we were going to be a family.

I know both our children love you dearly; they are outside the door now, waiting.

Do you remember how I panicked like a mad man when Jonathon was born? I can still picture you laughing and smiling at me now, as I 12)clumsily held him for the very first time in my arms. I watched as your laughter faded into tears, as I stared at him and cried my own tears of joy.

Sarah and Tom arrived this morning with little Tessie. Can you remember how we both hugged each other tightly when we saw our tiny granddaughter for the first time? I can`t believe she will be eight next month. I am trying not to cry, my love, as I tell you how beautiful she looks today in her pretty dress and red shiny shoes, she reminds me so much of you that first day we met. She has her hair cut short now, just like yours was all those years ago. When I met her at the door her smile wrapped around me like a warm glove, just like yours used to do, my darling.

I know you are tired, my dear, and I must let you go. But I love you so much it hurts to do so.

As we grew old together, I would tease you that you had not changed since we first met. But it is true, my darling. I do not see the wrinkles and grey hair that other people see. When I look at you now, I only see your sweet tender lips and youthful sparkling eyes as we sat and had out first picnic next to that small stream, and chased each other around that big old oak tree. I remember wishing those first few days together would last forever. Do you remember how exciting and wonderful those days were?

I must go now, my darling. Our children are waiting outside. They want to say goodbye to you.

I wipe the tears away from my eyes and bend my frail old legs down to the floor, so that I can kneel beside you. I lean close to you and take hold of your hand and kiss your tender lips for the very last time.
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