Pantera - Cemetery Gates (Official Music Video)

Rest in peace, Vinnie Paul Abbott.

March 11, 1964 - June 22, 2018

If anyone has some sort of issue with me getting emotional and waxing esoteric right about now, that's too fucking bad. 

I love Vinnie Paul and I loved his little brother, Dimebag Darrell. Not like romantic or sexual love. More like filial love, and lots of respect. 

I don't think Vinnie Paul ever got over Dimebag's death. I think he and his little brother are reunited now, making up for lost time. I wish I could give them both a big hug and tell them thank you just for being here in this sometimes crappy world. 

Dime and Vinnie Paul never put on airs. They were just two regular guys who happened to be incredibly talented. They were the real deal. 

Fly free, Vinnie Paul, good Buddy. Much love always and forever. Thank you for being here. Maybe I'll see you on the other side when I get there.

Love, Cie

Clash Royale - Heavy V's Light! Which is best?

Thanks for inviting me on board Team Netherworld! Hopefully you gamers will like this one.

Seriously embarrasing interview of Pantera (Dimebag & Vinnie)

Not sure why they say this is "embarrassing." Seems like everyone was just having a good time.

Texas Hippie Coalition "Damn You To Hell"

Everything But The Girl - Missing (Official)

One Jump Man but the One Punch Man Theme is playing

30 Days of De-Objectification: Heavy Metal Angel

Per Yngve Ohlin, AKA Dead

January 16, 1969 - April 8, 1991

30 Days of De-Objectification:

Heavy Metal Angel

The tragic tale of Per Yngve Ohlin, vocalist for the Swedish death metal band Morbid and the Norwegian black metal band Mayhem, evokes strong emotional responses. Per suffered from severe psychological disturbances. Reading about him in the chapters translated into English from Blod Eld Död, I have the feeling that he may have been autistic. He would become greatly upset if disturbed while performing a task. Despite his intelligence, evidenced in his thoughtful and provocative song lyrics and his clever though disturbing artwork, he did poorly in school.

After Per’s parents divorced, he changed schools. His previous classmates were used to his unusual behavior and were generally tolerant of him. His new schoolmates bullied him, and, on one occasion, beat him so severely that he ended up clinically dead. Following this event, he became obsessed with death and referred to himself as not being alive. The head trauma he incurred from the assault may have caused him to develop Cotard Syndrome, a rare condition in which a person believes their body is dead.

Although he has been gone from this world for twenty-seven years, Per continues to be exploited, both by those who insist on seeing him as some sort of icon for evil and those who look only at his physical appearance without seeing the very troubled human being behind the flowing blond hair and the striking, angular face.

Per was obsessed with occult imagery, but he wasn’t truly evil. He was angry at a world which had caused him grievous harm. Many of those who attacked him probably identified as “good Christians.” It’s no wonder that he wanted to be the opposite of his attackers or that he dreamed of being able to exact revenge against those who injured him.

As for the idea of Per being some sort of sex god, there is no evidence that he was ever sexually involved with anyone or that he even had any interest in sex. There have been fantasies written about him by a certain contingent of horny female fans, usually postulating him as some sort of vampire king or demon lord. I wish I could say these fictions were worthy of their subject. Most of them are poorly written and I wouldn’t feel right about quoting the explicit and ludicrous scenarios postulated therein.

Worst of all, there are still people who see fit to share the actual, post-suicide image photographed by Per’s former bandmate, Øystein "Euronymous" Aarseth. My opinions of Aarseth are not exactly favorable, but I became somewhat more sympathetic to him after viewing interviews with his former bandmates and schoolmates, Kjetil Manheim and Jorn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud.

Regardless of my personal opinions of Euronymous, photographing the corpse of your housemate, even if you weren’t particularly kindly disposed to him, is unconscionable. As the surviving members of Morbid said on the liner of their 2011 release, The Year of the Goat, “No thanks to the distributors and buyers of the post-mortem pic. Fuck you.”

Those words of wisdom sum things up perfectly.

With love and respect,

Cie