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It was mid afternoon in Newark New Jersey.  Very early for a band of head banging rockers to be up and at a meeting with their manager, but hey you do what you gotta do.  The meeting consisted of four rockers, drummer, bassist, guitarist, and vocalist, and the thirty five year old manager, Scott Tryvern at the front of the table.  Scribbling notes out and getting his proposal ready for the band.  He cleared his throat and began. “So as you guys may know you’ve had a break for three weeks and it’s time to go a’ tourin’ again.”  he spoke like a fresh-outta-college high school math teacher, which didn’t make h

It was a warm October day in the suburbs of New York.  Judy Nails, beautiful alternative-punk guitarist from New Jersey leaned sat in her couch, strumming her guitar.  Her husband, Johnny Napalm, was out ‘running errands’ and her daughter Violet was sleeping, something she rarely did.  Today was her 28th birthday.  Judy was enjoying her break from her band, Violet Eyes.  Judy had a year long break to write a new album.  Her band mate and best friend, Casey Lynch, was planning on getting married to Axel Steel, her husband’s best friend and band mate, in two days.  She was the brides maid, her husband was the best man, and her da

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a Hunter pouncing on me. On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 2 booming Boomers and a pouncing Hunter. On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 3 spitting Spitters, 2 booming Boomers and a pouncing Hunter. On the forth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 4 surviving Survivors, 3 spitting Spitters, 2 booming Boomers and a pouncing Hunter. On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 5 screaming Witches, 4 surviving Survivors, 3 spitting Spitters, 2 booming Boomers and a pouncing Hunter. On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to