The Moth Heavy Metal & Rock

A little more about the highly acclaimed fantasy author, Michael Moorcock, who additionally crossed over into the music world by way of the English space rock band Hawkwind (INCIDENTALLY also Lemmy Kilmister’s band before he was kicked out for being a speed freak and formed Motorhead).

Even better, in The Moth’s humble opinion, Moorcock penned the lyrics to several bad ass Blue Oyster Cult songs. Here now for your visual/aural pleasure is a remastered live version of The Moth’s favorite, a fantastic 8+ minute track from BOC’s ever awesome 1985 Fire of Unknown Origin, Veteran of the Psychic Wars, lyrics of bleak and utter despondency courtesy of Mr. Moorcock.

"Don’t let these shakes go on
It’s time we had a break from it
It’s time we had some leave
We’ve been living in the flames
We’ve been eating out our brains
Oh, please don’t let theses shakes go on”


You may have noticed The Moth is also unabashedly attempting to fit the word ‘cock’ into this post as many times as possible. Mmhaha. Cock.

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(Source: youtube.com)

fuckyeah-nwobhm:

Lemmy and Kelly Johnson of Girlschool on one of the famous Motorhead/Girlschool tours of the early 1980s.

The Moth isn’t sure which she loves more - Lemmy looking like a twitterpated 7th grader squashed next to the adorable Kelly on this filthy bus, or the Michael Moorcock fantasy novel next to the pack of Marlboros. Both = awesome. 

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fuckyeah-nwobhm:

Lemmy and Kelly Johnson of Girlschool on one of the famous Motorhead/Girlschool tours of the early 1980s.

The Moth isn’t sure which she loves more - Lemmy looking like a twitterpated 7th grader squashed next to the adorable Kelly on this filthy bus, or the Michael Moorcock fantasy novel next to the pack of Marlboros. Both = awesome. 

The Moth xo
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(Source: girlschoolband)

Where. Has. This. Band. Been. All. My. Life??
wonders The Moth…

Oh, only one album. Singer dead. :(  The Moth vows to fiercely treasure album!

Russian doom metal: SCALD

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Def Leppard: Heaven Is

Heaven Is by Def Leppard on Grooveshark

Hey boys, Miss Magic is back 
No Hollywood waste, or tinsel trash 
A street kid, she’s no stray cat, 
Heaven on legs, she’s a feline flash. 
Takes a good woman to play a good man 
And no one plays like heaven can 

She said 
Leave your name at the the sound of the tone, 
Call you right back when I get home 
Better watch out when we’re all alone 

Heaven is a girl I know so well 
She makes me feel good when I feel like hell 
Heaven is a girl that I’ve got to have 
And she makes me feel better when I’m feelin’ bad 

Hey boys, Miss Magic is mine 
No silicone smile, she’s vintage wine 
Bombshell blonde, red lipstick on 
Aqualine fine she’s a real wild one 

[Repeat Bridge]
[Repeat Chorus]

Oh, no one does it good like heaven do, no 
She’s got the rhythm to drive me crazy, 
She’s got the rhythm of love. 

She said leave your name at the sound of the tone, 
The lights are off, but there’s somebody home 
Better watch out when we’re all alone. 
Heaven is a girl I know so well 
She makes me feel good when I feel like hell 
Heaven is a girl that I’ve got to have, 
And she makes me feel better when I’m feelin’ bad 
Heaven is a girl that makes dreams come true 
And no one does it good like Heaven do 
Heaven is a girl that I’ve got to have, 
She makes me feel good when I feel like hell 
Heaven is a girl, she makes dreams come true 
And no one does it good like Heaven do, that voodoo that you do

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NOTHing compares to Def Leppard for that raw, emotional electricity. That pure power that goes straight to The Moth’s… uh… Ahem. Hm, what was I saying…?

The Moth xo
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A little something of your friend and lover, The Moth, to keep you warm on this wet Spring night. 

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A little something of your friend and lover, The Moth,
to keep you warm on this wet Spring night.

The Moth xo
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mitchfindergeneral:

Deep Purple - Stormbringer

The Moth’s hands down favorite Deep Purple song during the Coverdale years. Headphones. Do it. 

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The Moth loves their love. 
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The Moth loves their love. 

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johnsepetys:

This week I got called out on something I posted last Friday.  It was my post about Tommy’s chili cheeseburgers being the only thing I miss about LA after living there for over a decade.  One of my good buddies hit me up and he was like, “Dude, I read your post.  Come on.  What about The Bow?  You’re gonna tell me that you don’t miss The Rainbow?  That was the only damn place you EVER wanted to go.  You lived for that joint.”  And, well, just as I told him, I’ll say it again right here to all of you.  Yes… I loved The Rainbow.  God, did I love The Rainbow.  There wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be no matter what night of the week, no matter who I was with, no matter how many nights in a row I’d already been there.  The Rainbow was (and probably still is) the coolest, most rock and roll, turn it up loud, horns in the air, mama we’re all crazy now, nuthin’ but a good time, welcome to the jungle, out of your mind, total party palace that you could ever dream up.  It was, simultaneously, both heaven and hell on earth.  Consummate radness.  And now, all that said… NO… no I do NOT miss The Rainbow.  
Honestly, I’m scared of it.
Ya see, when I’m at The Rainbow, there is no halfway.  There is no such thing as, just a little.  As soon as I walk through that entrance, the throttle is wide open and I’m bustin’ breakneck and fully out-of-control toward the edge of a cliff.  And when I eventually reach that proverbial edge, I don’t dig in my heels and try to stop myself from going over.  No sir.  I take a nice deep knee bend and I launch myself into a swan dive, so I can willfully plummet straight down into that vortex of thundering oblivion.  I don’t know what it is, but there’s just something about The Rainbow that breeds my need for excess and fosters my appetite for mayhem.  And as much as I’m a fighter and as much as I’m a “go down swinging” kinda guy, I gotta be honest with myself.  I just ain’t got it in me anymore.  It’s sad.  But it’s true.  I lost that Eye of the Tiger instinct.  In fact, right now, recalling the kinda nights we had there, my poor 46-year-old body aches just imagining what it might be like trying to recover from the kind of whuppin’ The Bow would lay on me.  I’m tellin’ ya, it would be gruesome. But worse yet, in light of my storied glory days and my notorious Rainbow rep, it would be embarrassing and humiliating.  Therefore, I think it’s best to just stay out of the ring and leave well enough alone.  I prefer to retire gracefully and go out on top. Go out a champion.   
So with that in mind, Rainbow… it was nice knowing ya.  I now bid thee farewell and I leave you in the capable hands of all the new, young hellraisers who are -each week- eagerly discovering your decadent glories and stepping up to carry both the torch and the traditions forward.  God bless you all.  Devilspeed to ya.  Enjoy it while you can young Jedis.  Live loud.  Burn fast.  Fall still fighting.  And rock and roll.  Rock and roll…  forever.



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"…there’s just something about The Rainbow that breeds my need for excess and fosters my appetite for mayhem." The Moth could not have said this better.
Continuing her quest for excess and mayhem.
The Moth xowww.themothmetal.com 

johnsepetys:

This week I got called out on something I posted last Friday.  It was my post about Tommy’s chili cheeseburgers being the only thing I miss about LA after living there for over a decade.  One of my good buddies hit me up and he was like, “Dude, I read your post.  Come on.  What about The Bow?  You’re gonna tell me that you don’t miss The Rainbow?  That was the only damn place you EVER wanted to go.  You lived for that joint.”  And, well, just as I told him, I’ll say it again right here to all of you.  Yes… I loved The Rainbow.  God, did I love The Rainbow.  There wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be no matter what night of the week, no matter who I was with, no matter how many nights in a row I’d already been there.  The Rainbow was (and probably still is) the coolest, most rock and roll, turn it up loud, horns in the air, mama we’re all crazy now, nuthin’ but a good time, welcome to the jungle, out of your mind, total party palace that you could ever dream up.  It was, simultaneously, both heaven and hell on earth.  Consummate radness.  And now, all that said… NO… no I do NOT miss The Rainbow.  

Honestly, I’m scared of it.

Ya see, when I’m at The Rainbow, there is no halfway.  There is no such thing as, just a little.  As soon as I walk through that entrance, the throttle is wide open and I’m bustin’ breakneck and fully out-of-control toward the edge of a cliff.  And when I eventually reach that proverbial edge, I don’t dig in my heels and try to stop myself from going over.  No sir.  I take a nice deep knee bend and I launch myself into a swan dive, so I can willfully plummet straight down into that vortex of thundering oblivion.  I don’t know what it is, but there’s just something about The Rainbow that breeds my need for excess and fosters my appetite for mayhem.  And as much as I’m a fighter and as much as I’m a “go down swinging” kinda guy, I gotta be honest with myself.  I just ain’t got it in me anymore.  It’s sad.  But it’s true.  I lost that Eye of the Tiger instinct.  In fact, right now, recalling the kinda nights we had there, my poor 46-year-old body aches just imagining what it might be like trying to recover from the kind of whuppin’ The Bow would lay on me.  I’m tellin’ ya, it would be gruesome. But worse yet, in light of my storied glory days and my notorious Rainbow rep, it would be embarrassing and humiliating.  Therefore, I think it’s best to just stay out of the ring and leave well enough alone.  I prefer to retire gracefully and go out on top. Go out a champion.   

So with that in mind, Rainbow… it was nice knowing ya.  I now bid thee farewell and I leave you in the capable hands of all the new, young hellraisers who are -each week- eagerly discovering your decadent glories and stepping up to carry both the torch and the traditions forward.  God bless you all.  Devilspeed to ya.  Enjoy it while you can young Jedis.  Live loud.  Burn fast.  Fall still fighting.  And rock and roll.  Rock and roll…  forever.

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"…there’s just something about The Rainbow that breeds my need for excess and fosters my appetite for mayhem." The Moth could not have said this better.

Continuing her quest for excess and mayhem.

The Moth xo
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