Ghost

Well… Shit

So… tonight we have a bunch of tweets from Mat Black (@TheMatBlack who has been stragely quiet on the PFA front).. I’ll copy and paste them otherwise I won’t do him justice, and tonight that simply wouldn’t be fair.

1) I’m feeling very bitter today. Yesterday Ben G told me I am no longer a PFA member, due to the fact I live in Las Vegas, and there are..

2) 100’s of people in LA that can do my job, and be there to practice everyday… These are his words! This is stupid because he was the…

3) The guy who hired me in the first place. The inside truth about this band, is they don’t know their ass from their elbow. (Don’t really think that last bit was much of a surprise really…)

4) Also Ben J, is leaving PFA in December. Not sure how bright the future is for the band without him.

5) It’s unfortunately not a joke. I am heartbroken over this. I did nothing wrong, other than live in the wrong city.

He then went on to praise the fans for being awesome and supportive before highlighting a few future projects.  He also said he would do as many interviews as possible.  I’m thinking this is a man of integrity that wants the truth to be known by all.

Let’s just say that the next few days are going to be VERY interesting.

Firstly, Ben G is going to get a hell of a lot of shit… and frankly, he should.  I like the guy I do and I have a lot of time for him, but this is nuts.  Lani will also get a shitload of blame too because let’s face it, there is a not so strange sense of Deja Vu here.  The only difference being is that Mat got the announcement out first before some sort of spin could be put on it.  I believe if Jackson or Jerad had managed to do that, the 100 Monkeys thing would have been VERY different.

On the subject of Jackson… I fucking hope people are seeing him in a new light and realise that most of the blame that had been dumped on his shoulders didn’t belong there.  I hope he is on his way to being vindicated.

Back to Mat.  This is such a shame for a guy who was genuinely a nice guy.  He was a bit of Twitter noob and managed to @ himself all the time, and his ‘British’ accent was messed up, but these were little things that made him… him.

Cynical me believed that he, and the wonderful Mt Rob Coonrod, were “persuaded” to interact with fans on twitter to ingratiate themselves with the fans after being brought n as replacements for the Js.  It worked.  these 2 guys worked their way into our hearts.  They made us laugh, giggle,sometimes cringe at bad jokes and some of us cringed at the mention of snakes.  We supported them and got to know them, and yes,for some of us, PFA were still seen as a 100Monkeys replacement or “tribute” band by some (me included at first).  

I think this plan backfired on Lani… Rob and mat became the standout members of the band. Most in touch with the fans and more willing to speak about things other than shows and the band.  The Bens… kinda faded into the background a little… until the accoustic shows.  But that’s a different story, but most likely the beginning of this one.

I just want to wish Mat all the best for the future and hope he stays in touch with us.  I don’t know what will happen to PFA between now and December, only time will tell.  i just hope that there is no self destruction.

That is something these guys (or this fandom) don’t need right now.

Memories, both good and bad (for me)

Thursday 15 December 2011, London, England, UK… you know the rest.

After speaking to *ahem* management the night before and having to shoot off an email to Bauer (roady guy for European tour) while the support act was on stage from the back of the venue before I forgot, me and my co admin (and founder) of Hell Yeah 100 Monkeys finally had our interview with the band… the very next night.
The email stated we had to be at the box office of the venue for 5.00pm….  Naturally, we were early.  Bauer was outside handing out M&G passes.  We eventually got to talk to him and he told us that the interview was being put back until after the M&G so we would be waiting around for about 30 mins…. he lied.  MST afterall.
We were stood outside (did I mention it was December?) with people queueing for their M&G outside the venue door.  The door was frosted glass apart from a tiny patch that showed the venue name… guess who could see through and watch the meet and greets? Yup, me.  I smoked cigarette after cigarette as the nerves grew and grew.  I’d only found out about 4 hours before that I was going to be doing the talking… yeah, thanks E!
Eventually at 6.05pm one of the venue staff told us to come in.  He led us through the venue, up some stairs (each step, I felt sicker and sicker) chatting away to us about the band.  We didn’t say much for fear of up chucking over his boots.  He led  us along a corridor which overlooked the stage and asked us to wait while he checked to see if the band were ready for us. *gulp*.  They were.  Too late to do a mad dash for the hills of a not so sunny Islington.
He leads us to a door and poof, disappears. What the fuck were we supposed to do now?  I lifted my hand to knock, but before I could make any contact, the door was pulled open and Lani invited us in.  The band were RIGHT FUCKING THERE! *deep breaths, lift foot, walk in*  Sounds easy? HA!
I took 2 steps and slid down the world’s lowest step and tumbled into the room.  Only me!  The guys smiled  as I sand out a resounding “hi” in the hopes that they didn’t notice.  Ben G did notice something though.  My tee which a friend had printed up for me.  Blazoned across my tits was the phrase “His name is Jackson NOT Jasper”
“Hey, I like your shirt.” Ben tells me.  All I could think was “Thank fuck he didn’t comment on my not so graceful entrance!”
“Thanks.  Can you all sign it after for me so I can send to a friend in Australia?” After reassuring me they would, we got down to business.  I was sat directly opposite Jackson and Johnson.  That Texan bastard had one foot up on his knee so of course, all i could see were that one boot…
Before we got started, Lani introduces us, praising us for being a driving force in helping the band get their European shows sold out.  Cue many thanks from the guys, and a short chat about the excellent JibJab vids that E makes (and they LOVE!)
We get started… E’s on camera and I’m managing to speak without getting tongue tied.  I still don’t know how the hell I managed it.  All is going well, we’re getting great responses to our questions (which we still pride ourself on being interesting and ones they hadn’t been asked before).  There was even a point that both E and I have discussed that we saw a light come on behind Johnson’s eyes as he realised that we were actually interested in what they had to say and were asking proper questions.
I was feeling quite proud of myself.  Not only was I able to speak in coherent sentences, I was able to make and maintain eye contact with the entire band.  I had been told by many that it was nigh on impossible to do this with Jackson in particular… er.. no! Also, I wasn’t on my knees worshipping the boots or even constantly looking at them, which if you know me, was a scary possibility.  It was all going so well…. until my phone, which was being used as a dictaphone in case the video screwed up, fucking rang.  I could have died.  ”Hey big daddy” ringing out for them all to hear.  I quickly cancelled the call (from my phone provider) and tried to sink into my chair.  Jerad recognised the tune… I would hope he did, and the guys said they thought it was cool.
Interview over.  E asked if they would sign the questions and Johnson (or it could have been Jackson) reminded me that I wanted them to sign my shit.  Jackson headed over first with a sharpie in his hand and asked “Where do you want me to sign?”   Now, hindsight is a wonderful thing.  There are so many comebacks I could have spouted to show off my British Sarcastic prowess, but no.  I simply took off my hoodie and told him to sign the back.  It tickled btw.
So, we have many thanks (from both us and them) and are left to make our way outside to join the immense queue.  I now have a SEVERE case of the shakes that was nothing to do with the fact that it was so damn cold.  We make our way inside, but then I had to run around like a blue arsed fly finding Bauer who had sorted my friend’s son a photo pass because security weren’t going to let him in with his professional camera!  Once that was sorted, showtime.  I won’t go into how awesome it was, cause let’s face it, when has a show not been (ignoring Friday night)
All too soon, the show’s over and we’re queuing for the signing.  I was going to get them to sign my boots, but decided against it and pulled my passport out. (Hey, it’s expired) and waited.  As usual, Jerad was first and he drew me a mini monkey head (score!) and passed it on to Jackson.  I move along the line until I reach Johnson who looks up and STARTS A FUCKING CONVERSATION WITH ME!!! I don’t know if he recognised me from the interview or just my shirt, i couldn’t give a shit.  Ben Mother Fucking Johson began a conversation with me :) (It even beat the massage G gave me at the signing the night before, but that’s another story)
All in all„ Thursday that week was a damn good day! 
So, Jackson left the band, Jerad went part time to work on Holy Takedown. Two new guys were being brought in.  Fine and dandy? Yeah, ok.  Cryptic tweets and rumours.  What more does an uneasy fanbase already need?
An announcement hours before the new line up go on stage.  An announcement that pointed fingers and placed blame in an attempt to divide the fans.  But I’m not going to dwell on that.
No, let’s talk about the show.  I admit, I was absolutely petrified about it.  New band members, songs that are intrinsically linked to a specific band member etc.  But I was determined to give them the benefit of the doubt.
I sat up… all night waiting for the live stream to start. It was a struggle watching them set up their instruments without Jerad or Jackson on stage, but I pulled myself through it.
Then the show started… and it went to shit (in my opinion).  The songs were too slow, there was no energy, no interaction (with each other or the crowd).  The biggest tell for me was the crowd NOT singing along to Orson Brawl which is always a HUGE crowd pleaser.
I admit, Ben G did brilliantly with Aim High, but I’ve always preferred his version of the song than Jackson’s and Shy Water was good (even without the Mandolin).  I even laughed at Rob’s joke about The Octomum and a Sperm donor.  The improv, Psycho Gorilla Love *singger* was ok, but poor Ben was drowned out by the bass (hopefully a better video will appear on youtube soon).
Towards the end of the show, the guys seemed to relax a bit and began to joke around, but sadly, it was a little too late to save the show.  Then the intro to Invisible Monsters began… Larry takes the mic (off camera which wound me up) and announced that it was the final time he would be singing the song and that “the 4  guys on stage were the new band”.  
The main problem, as worked out by a group of heart broken women, a couple of whom personally know members of the band as was, was the missing elements.  Jerad Anderson the heart and Jackson Rathbone, the soul.  These two gelled the band together as a whole both musically and as a unit.  The atmosphere and the energy on stage radiated from the two of them and spurred the rest of the band on and speaking from personal experience, blew an audience (of any size) away.
I will still continue to support the band, but I want to make it clear that I don’t believe all the fault lies with Jackson.  After all, when 3 out of 5 members of a band leave, surely the fault lies at someone else’s feet.  
No doubt, I shall be vilified for this post but to be honest, I don’t care.  This is the internet and my Tumblr.  I can say what the hell I want.
I posted the above picture to remind me of the good time, not the back stabbing and bitching that is going on right now.

So, Jackson left the band, Jerad went part time to work on Holy Takedown. Two new guys were being brought in.  Fine and dandy? Yeah, ok.  Cryptic tweets and rumours.  What more does an uneasy fanbase already need?

An announcement hours before the new line up go on stage.  An announcement that pointed fingers and placed blame in an attempt to divide the fans.  But I’m not going to dwell on that.

No, let’s talk about the show.  I admit, I was absolutely petrified about it.  New band members, songs that are intrinsically linked to a specific band member etc.  But I was determined to give them the benefit of the doubt.

I sat up… all night waiting for the live stream to start. It was a struggle watching them set up their instruments without Jerad or Jackson on stage, but I pulled myself through it.

Then the show started… and it went to shit (in my opinion).  The songs were too slow, there was no energy, no interaction (with each other or the crowd).  The biggest tell for me was the crowd NOT singing along to Orson Brawl which is always a HUGE crowd pleaser.

I admit, Ben G did brilliantly with Aim High, but I’ve always preferred his version of the song than Jackson’s and Shy Water was good (even without the Mandolin).  I even laughed at Rob’s joke about The Octomum and a Sperm donor.  The improv, Psycho Gorilla Love *singger* was ok, but poor Ben was drowned out by the bass (hopefully a better video will appear on youtube soon).

Towards the end of the show, the guys seemed to relax a bit and began to joke around, but sadly, it was a little too late to save the show.  Then the intro to Invisible Monsters began… Larry takes the mic (off camera which wound me up) and announced that it was the final time he would be singing the song and that “the 4  guys on stage were the new band”.  

The main problem, as worked out by a group of heart broken women, a couple of whom personally know members of the band as was, was the missing elements.  Jerad Anderson the heart and Jackson Rathbone, the soul.  These two gelled the band together as a whole both musically and as a unit.  The atmosphere and the energy on stage radiated from the two of them and spurred the rest of the band on and speaking from personal experience, blew an audience (of any size) away.

I will still continue to support the band, but I want to make it clear that I don’t believe all the fault lies with Jackson.  After all, when 3 out of 5 members of a band leave, surely the fault lies at someone else’s feet.  

No doubt, I shall be vilified for this post but to be honest, I don’t care.  This is the internet and my Tumblr.  I can say what the hell I want.

I posted the above picture to remind me of the good time, not the back stabbing and bitching that is going on right now.

The wonderful Maris made this… do not post without her permission

The wonderful Maris made this… do not post without her permission

lostimortal2:

So I made a new video… hope you enjoy it.

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