David Bowie - The Stars (Are Out Tonight)

Puscifer - Bohemian Rhapsody

The Faceless - Deconsecrate

Justin Timberlake - Suit & Tie

Cool

Beautiful

Namibian Nights from Squiver on Vimeo.

Some reframing from Randy Blythe

I copied this from MetalSucks, because they were nice enough to compile it all together.  I haven't posted anything about this situation because there really isn't much to say, especially without a sentence being passed yet.  But Holy Crap, I have gotten a new respect for this dude as he shows how he is handling it all.

Here are the Instagram photos Randy posted last night, with the accompanying text:

I am back in Richmond, VA here in the U.S. of A., and I am certainly glad to see my home & friends here. But I shall return to Prague for the end of my trial, March 4 & 5- hopefully it will finally be settled. The judge told me I did not have to return for the end of the trial, but my head and my heart will remain in Prague until I see this thing through. Prague has built a strange place for itself in my heart- it is a beautiful place, one I have gotten to know rather well, and even love to a degree. But it is a city of contrasts for me, for I see Prague’s beauty through a lens of tragedy. The city and what brought me there will always remain with me for the rest of my life. I must pay attention to the nature of this dichotomy, and learn it’s lesson, no matter what happens. An old angel in front of a spray painted wall- it’s perfect.

Nothing has just one side to it, and I believe it is a mistake to judge things immediately by exterior appearances alone. For example, take this clock. Prague has many, many, many towers and clocks, including the astronomical one in Old Town Square. The astronomical clock is one of the coolest clocks I have ever seen- people from all over the world gather every hour to watch it strike the hour, with all it’s mechanized statues popping out and spinning around- it’s basically a gigantic version of the world’s coolest cuckoo clock. Prague has many other cool clock towers as well. Someone might look at this tired old clock and say “Ugh! Tear that thing down! Why would you have that clock when there are so many others here that are so pretty?” But to me, this clock is beautiful. It holds a strange place in my heart, like Prague itself.

The clock in beautiful to me, because in there, in Pankrác Prison, it was the only way I had to tell time for a long while.

After my last day in court recently, my wife, a friend, and I took the subway over to Pankrác. I needed to see it, to take pictures, to look at what was my home for over a month. It was a strange feeling returning there, and I think some wouldn’t do it. I don’t know- my trial is not over yet. I could return to a cell behind these walls. But I just wanted to see the place. The outside is nothing like the inside- once again, the dichotomy of my life in Prague. This is a beautiful row of birch trees planted alongside the outer wall of this 123 year old prison. On the other side is another world.

We walked the entire perimeter of the prison, through neighborhoods with nice gated houses and grim looking apartment high rises. I kept looking for my cell until I found it- it is the tiny square you see in the middle of this picture. That was my last cell, on the top floor, where I could look out and see where I took this picture from. I used to stare at the apartment building i took this picture from and wonder what was happening in there. Most of the time I was in the basement though, and the view from my cell window looked something like this picture, without as much sky. Without much of a view, I had to look inside myself. Dichotomy.

Pankrác is a grim place, but I kept my spirits up in there. If I felt sorry for myself, I quickly reminded myself that there are many in the world who would be grateful to have the food I had, to escape a war-torn homeland in exchange for three hits and a cot, even in a prison for a bit. Suddenly being thrown into a foreign prison wasn’t fun, but it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to a man. I had food, clothes, and shelter. Remain grateful for what you DO have, not resentful over what you DON’T.

We finished walking and got on a subway back to the center of Prague. I was glad I came to look at the prison. I would love to have a camera in there- it’s amazing inside, in a really messed up way. I do not know what the future holds for me- maybe I will return to behind these walls- but I do know that I have to do the right thing as my conscious dictates. For me that is going back to finish the trial, as I said I would. The family of the young man who is dead is in court everyday, along with mine. They have shown remarkable kindness by not attacking me in the press or anywhere else. It must be very difficult for them to look at my face, regardless of my guilt or innocence. They have behaved honorably, and so shall I. I will do my best to give them the answers they deserve. I ask people not to judge the family of this young man for wanting these answers- their family has lost a son- who would not want answers? I’m not so sure I would have displayed the class and reserve they have if the tables were turned. Remember, no story has just one side. Try to look at everything from different angles, to not make snap judgements. Put yourself in another’s shoes for a second. Otherwise we all just remain in a prison of our own making. Thanks for all your support. I will put up some cheerier pictures soon, I promise.

UPDATE:  As of 3/5/13, Randy was acquitted of his charges in the Czech Republic.  Good luck, welcome home, and keep the thoughtful and positive attitude.  Looking forward to the lyrical content on the next Lamb of God album.

Cult of Luna - Passing Through

Amazing

A bird ballet | Music Video from Neels CASTILLON on Vimeo.

The Chariot - Cheek.

I found the answer... open your hands.
Reach out, distance enough, and fair maiden in hand,
All in all, we ain't... But, we press on!

(sample from The Great Dictator)

Don't set the sun or let hearts grow dim. Return back to the hill that you left, with the city in your hands and if nothings left, well, the forest marches on. Forget not who you are. Children of the sun. My point is,
salt is on the ground,
the cast are on their way,
and the audience is set.
Now that we have painted faith, shout, "Victory is ours!"



This song makes me want to break stuff, cry, and give everyone a hug all at the same time.

Danse Macabre - Savior Tree (1993)

Holy crap, found this blast from the past on Youtube!  I was the terrible vocalist for this band.  In the crowd, you can see a rogue's gallery of popular Little Rock bands from the 90's (many of which still play in bands successfully today).  The guy that posted this video has lots of other videos of local bands from the time, so if you were in the LR scene back then, go check out his channel on Youtube.