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2020.10.22 03:29 theroadgoes0nforever Help determining value

Hey, so I'm looking at a really unique amp, copied text from ad as follows:
Fender Super reverb modified into a head
The date codes on the transformers and the pots date the parts to 1966. One of the mods is someone added 2 power tubes basically turning this into a "Twin"
The rectifier tube has been removed and replaced with a solid state rectifier . The caps have been replaced at some point in its life. A 3 prong cable was added as well. Looks like most of the the mods were done in 1969
The shop is asking 1500 for it. The amp sounds beautiful, and I'm really tempted to pick it up. What do y'all think of it in terms of its value? It's a little beat up but zero hiss or hum coming from the amp and seems to work completely fine
Edit: hey thanks for you responses guys, I should have mentioned the price is Canadian dollars which affects things too, but all the same I agree that the potential for something to go wrong is ultimately too high and not worth it. Thanks again ✌
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2020.06.25 00:43 Dwovar [F] Grudge-Day of the Squats (1)

+++TRANSMITTED: FILE CORRUPTED
+++++++RECEIVED: CRUISER GLORIOUS VENGEANCE
+RETRANSMITTED: CRUISER GLORIOUS VENGEANCE
+++++++RECEIVED: HOLY TERRA
+++++++++++DATE: FILE CORRUPTED (estimate late M40)
TELEPATHIC DUCT: AENUTHR POST
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++++++++AUTHOR: FILE CORRUPTED
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++++++THOUGHT: VIGILANCE IS THE ARMOR OF THE HISTORIAN
Dwovar's engine roared, the dusty wind caking his beard in grit, as he cruised across the Iron Greatway. "Its been too long since the rollers came out and pounded this dung-road down!" he shouted. The vibrations from his voice thrummed through an almost too tight torc on his neck. They were picked up by two ends of torc and transmitted through the horn shaped rune at the back. It was picked up by his to compatriots, themselves rumbling down the road on warbikes.
"My wife going to spend weeks in the garage fixing my suspension if I hit any more craters. I don't need another entry in her grudgebook." groaned Nidhor. Kjalla belted raucous laughted over her own torc.
"I warned you about Braga when I dated her Nidhor, it's not my fault your netherbeard got the better of you!" Dwovar's snorting laugh crackled through their torcs, nearly making Kjalla and Nidhor fall of their warbikes. Together they rode in silence for a while, the danger of Braga's temper forgotten in the glory of the empty horizon, a long road, and roaring engines.
Of the three suns that dotted the sky around their homeworld the largest, Grimnir, was setting and cast a bloody glow over the planet surface. The whistle of wind soothed the trio's inner furnaces as the rumble of their engines soothed their soul. At this moment they knew the ancestors rode alongside them. All three of them felt it, though they never spoke it, but it was apparent in everything from their relaxed grip on the handlebars to the slight grin that rode their lips.
Hammerhall Stronghold was three hours behind them and their destination was at least as far away. Weaving between craters the squats rode on. The runes carved their engine blocks glimmered in the sun and the spikes on their tired kicked up dust behind them.
"Do you two remember the day Bloodmouth Stronghold tried to muscle in on our claim?" Nidhor asked into the torc.
"Aye! I struck sixteen grudges off my book that day." Dwovar chimed back. "What was that massive brute's name?"
"I think he went by Skalhew," mused Kjalla, "Maybe Skalchop or something?"
"Yeah yeah," Dwovar grinned "Skalhewer. Had that bloody massive hand axe didn't he. I wonder if he ever found his legs?"
"Kjalla will be a line in his book forever," Nidhor laughed. "Where are we going anyway Dwovar. I don't mind a ride, Gullinbursti could run all day, but I want to know more."
"Well," he pondered, "I think I found something really valuable, but I don't know my stone craft as well as I should. I was hoping you two would know better."
Both Kjalla and Nidhor perked up, the relaxing ride was over. "What do you mean really valuable?"
"We're not talking really valuable wisdom like Kjalla said that time near Bouldercrush Stronghold are we?" Kjalla made the sign of the upended hammer to Nidhor.
"It's metal, I know that, I just don't know for sure if it is what I think it is." Dwovar mused.
The three squats rode for another two hours, babbling excitedly and trying to glean more information, though without smelling and tasting it they wouldn't know for sure. Kjalla was sure it was just a silver vein, though probably pretty large. Nidhor offered a large enough bet that both Dwovar and Kjalla sulked for five whole minutes that it was yttrium. Eventually Dwovar held his arm up and the warbikes slowed.
"There's one other thing about it." Dwovar said, audible without the torc now that the warbikes were idling. "We may be technically crossing borders with Spitespike Stronghold. I'm not sure, the borders are kind of fuzzy above ground, but they definitely planted their banner on it. I just don't think that, technically, it's in their territory."
"Spitespike. You want to cross Spitespike Stronghold?" Kjalla gave Dwovar a firm stink eye.
"Well, technically I think they crossed us because, technically, I think it's mostly in our border."
"What do you mean mostly!" Nidhor demanded. "Technically, mostly, you think? That's pre-ancestor tier qualifying."
"I know I know, but it's, like, really big. And mostly on our side of the border, probably. But it's really big." A familiar glimmer shone in the squat's eye. An instinctive kind of look recognized by his kin. (Scriveners Note: There is a name for it and, although squat language is so straightforward Imperial cryptographers decoded it entirely in less that three cycles, this one word was too wrapped up in the culture to explain properly. My best assessment is "We Have To Steal This Or I Will Die Unfulfilled". The squat term is Groennfrekr).
Kjalla groaned, her downy chin hard. "You're not serious. Everyone knows Spitespike prides itself for not letting ink dry before a grudge is stricken." Dwovar nodded.
"And, for that matter, they're a malicious bunch of madfolk anyway who think peeling skin off captives is fun." Dwovar nodded again, although he hadn't heard that particular story.
"But you've got groennfrekr all over your face? Do you hate living that much?" Dwovar nodded, thought about it, and shrugged. His pleading smile showed yellowed teeth through his tightly curling beard.
Silence reigned. Dwovar's pathetic groennfrekr remained pleading under the harshness of Kjalla and Nidhor's glaring, made all the more severe by the last rays of Grimnir's setting. Kjalla broke first, "How big are we talking?"
Dwovar laughed and pranced all the way back to his warbike. He returned with six rune chains and three vials of bugman's special fuel. Nidhor's jaw slacked and Kjalla's eyes bugged. "That's, that's at least five-hundred hammermarks!" Kjalla exclaimed.
"Who wants to be rich?" Dwovar sing-songed through a manic grin.
After fitting each warbike with two chains and nestling the vials of bugman's next to the fuel input, the three turned off the road. Rather than roaring, their engines purred as they cruised a comparative snails pace to their earlier ride. Each squat held the rune chains looped in one hand so the other could steer.
"About eight meters now," Dwovar muttered, "it'll be down that crater." He heard Nidhor's breathe quicken and Kjalla's stifled squeal through his torc. "Quiet down." he snapped. They reached the ridge of the crater and set to work turning their warbikes about for a quick departure and tentatively adding drops of bugman's into their tanks. There was some minor grumbling as their short legs took the cliff at a painful pace, but none of them dared admit that it was work.
Nidhor, for his part, occasionally wished he was still in the deep vein sniffing out adamantine deposits. He was sure he'd been close when Dwovar's voice interrupted his thoughts. Kjalla had been indisposed when the pushy squat had burst through her door. He hadn't even apologized for startling her guest when he went on his tirade about treasure and riches. Kjalla, bristling at the memory, subsumed the temptation to trip the squat and watch him roll back down. Neither Nidhor nor Kjalla could resist the siren song of a fresh claim. Scraped palms and ragged fingernails carried them up and up until slowly three helmeted heads crested the craters edge and looked down on a great massive deposit of...something. It was silvery grey with horizontal striations that spiked occasionally at the extreme ends of it. It had a blocky, cubish structure that had been badly compromised when it crashed through the atmosphere. It was grey, maybe slightly silvery where it must have contacted the course ground.
"You said it shone like the suns." Kjalla accused.
"It was midday. Valaya and Grungi were high overhead and Grimnir hadn't set."
"You said the striations spiked." Nidhor grumbled.
"They have spikes, you can see them right there."
"Those are impact spikes limestone brains, not striation spikes." Kjalla jumped back in.
"And even the impact spikes are too uneven for a child to think they were striation spikes." Nidhor glowered at the sweaty squat.
"I said I'm not as good with my craft as I should be. What do you want, to walk away poor? You can harass me about it all day long when we're rich."
Kjalla and Nidhor opened their mouths to argue but couldn't find the words. "So," Nidhor whispered, "whats our plan?"
"What do you mean wHaTS oUr pLAn? We steal it, take it home, and get rich!" Dwovar was grinning ear to ear through his dusty gritty beard.
"That's not a plan, that's barely a goal." Kjalla growled low. "I'll get back on Gullinbursti and go back to bed."
"I still say its a stupid name for a warbike." Dwovar mumbled.
"Are you trying to get in my book?" Kjalla threatened.
"Shut it you two. There's a Spitespike exo down there." Nidhor pointed, finger just cresting the crater's edge. Three sets of eyes focused on the clanking suit, purple so deep is was nearly black accents uncomfortably similar in color to sun bleached bones. The exo was bulky and round, one of the ancient models from their early ancestors. It's power axe shone in Grimnir's setting and the perforated barrel of it's twinned heavy stubber was menacingly matte. It's faceplate was carved in a snarl, beard short and spikey and eyes heavy with bags. The ancestor that forged it didn't look either handsome or kind. Probably not even stable. Which made sense, it was Spitespike Stronghold after all, and all three attributes were in short supply there. A cold fear sank deep into their furnaces. Even an ancient exo from a notoriously poor clan would turn them into bloody wurm bait.
"Is it just me..." Dwovar began, but Kjalla finished for him.
"That exo is really still. I think he's dead or it's empty." All three squats stared a while longer, for certainty's sake. Not an actuator twitched nor joint creaked. "Yeah, lets do this. Run down, radial lock the chains, and book it out before we're crossed off someone's book."
Without so much as a warcry, the three squats leapt and began the controlled slide to the crater's core. Scree tumbled down before them and in the acoustic abnormality of the crater and doppler effect the trio had all the thunder of a small avalanche. Beard's fluttering as the went, it only took half a minute to reach the bottom of the violently formed basin.
"Lets get those chains on." Shouted Nidhor. The three of them went to work, tossing chains over and sliding them under in complex patters until a web of rune steel chain was woven around the great chunk of yttrium big enough to make the stronghold rich.
"Heave on." shouted Dwovar over the clattering of metal on mineral. "One, two, pull!" Leaning back with their hardy muscle and low stature, the squats heaved on all six chains. One knot slipped out of place. "Hook 'em up, I'll fix the slip and we ride!"
Kjalla and Nidhor were half way up the crater's cliff when heavy stubber fire chewed through the sound of scrambling squats. Turning back they could see Dwovar's lower half still stood, but his upper half twitched in blood and viscera as the exo came to life. "Spitespike Stronghold claimed this payload and Spitespike will have it's due!" growled the mechanical voice. The heavy stubber growled again and took Kjalla by the ankle. The last few rounds exploded stones centimeters above Nidhor's head. A naturally lazy squat, it too Kjalla by surprise when he ascended the ledge at speed. She began climbing the chain, rather than carry it, hoping her warbike would hold the weight.
The exo's heavy stubber made a grinding noise and refused to fire. Kjalla seized the opportunity to climb unimpeded. As she crested the ridge she could make out the top of Nidhor's head. She had expected him to be running or already on the bike. Instead he was hauling in lengths of the chain she held.
"I thought you'd run." She whispered.
"Ha, and hear Braga bitch about my cowardice?" a great yank sent her tumbling over the top of the crater and into a lump of squat, dirt, and blood. "How bad is it."
"I'm going to have to buy a new foot, but it beats a whole new head."
Nidhor nodded, grimacing against the distant rumble of thunder. "Sounds like a black storm, we'd better get moving. Kjalla threw her arm over his shoulder and they hobbled over to her bike. The winds were picking up, flinging loose grit into their faces and scraping their skin. Nidhor helped Kjalla onto her warbike and began dragging Dwovar's warbike next to his.
"What are you doing!" Kjalla sputtered over her torc. "Leave the damn thing, we'll be killed without an actual rider.
A look of pain brushed itself on Nidhor's face. Unhooking the chains from his warbike he moved on to Kjalla's but stopped short. The Spitespike exo had climbed the wall against all odds, and advanced on his position, power axe thrumming. Kjalla dragged her shotguns from their holsters on her warbike and opened up four barrels on the exo. Vast scrapes of paint and dents were the only remnant of her retort; the exo marched on. "Nidhor, just go!" Kjalla shouted. She revved the engine on Gullinbursti as the exo approached. It was a plodding suit, one of the older ones before the new actuators, but slow beat stopped. Nidhor reached Kjalla's warbike at the same time as the exo.
"So! Hammerhall dares jump Spitespike's claim?" The power axe swept down on a frantic Nidhor's neck. The squat fell to his belly and the axe clanged against the rune chain. The power field struggled to unmake the chain, so mighty was it's runework. Nidhor rolled like he was on fire until he was behind the exo. From the back he could see it was poorly kept, power cables visible through corroded plating and old scars on the mighty ceramite plating. He spared a moment of pain for the state of the poor exo, no squat should leave such a relic in this shape. Apologizing to his ancestors, he yanked a power cable clean from the left shoulder to the core. The power field thrumming along the axe shimmered and died.
"Hah!" He shouted. The exo turned on it's straining actuators and swung the axe, which caught a proud Nidhor on the beard. Blood ran down his chin and painted his loose braid. "Trax!" he shouted. The deep gouge left in the chain tensed against the weight of the payload before giving way. Kjalla was off on the Iron Greatway again and at speed. The bugman's fuel embodying its reputation. Nidhor was behind only by a few breaths as he too slammed the accelerator. Glistening droplets of crimson blood followed behind him on the air like discontented will-o-wisps before crashing down, a sanguinary rain.
"Trax! Trax, trax, trax!" Kjalla shouted over her torc. "Dwovar is dead and Spitespike knows we jumped their claim!" Nidhor did not respond, so Kjalla completed the thought with another "Trax!" Already a kilometer from the dilapidated exo, Kjalla eased off the pedal to come alongside Nidhor. He didn't look good, his skin was pale. "Oh no you don't. I'm not getting another page in Braga's book for bringing you back dead."
One arm snagged the handlebars of Nidhor's bike, the other eased off the throttle until they both stopped. Nidhog lay flat on his back, groaning. Now that Kjalla could see clearly, she knew the bottom one and a half centimeters had been shorn clear off his jaw. "You dung furnaced fool!" She stripped her long scarf from her neck and tied it under and over his head. The effect was comical, or would have been elsewhere. "Can you sit up or do I have to tie you on?"
When Nidhor mumbled incoherently she lashed him across the back of Gullinbursti. "I said I'm fine damnit!" He growled, but she tightened the line down.
"Then Braga can have you roasted on a spit." Dark dusty clouds roiled in the sky, unnatural colors flashed between them. "We have to go. I'll come back for your warbike."
"What?" Nidhor said, shocked, as she brought Gullinbursti back to life and opened the throttle, "What! She'll kill me!" Nidhor screamed at her until his throat was hoarse with road dust from the iron greatway and couldn't carry on anymore. When the first shot came, Kjalla mistook it for more griping from her passenger until the next one took off her side mirror.
"We're being shot at." Nidhor groaned over the torc. "Looks like a Spitespire crew wanting to settle a grudge." flatly he added, "Poor Braga will have to cook whats left of me, how will she strike my chapter now?"
The next shot tore a seam on Kjalla's jacket, letting the wind and cold in. She took up slow broad turns, allowing more shots to kiss the uneven stretch of the iron greatway. "Can you reach my needle pistol?" she asked over the torc. When no one responded, she growled it.
"What needle pistol? You have a needle pistol? I thought Braga was exaggerating."
"It's under the rear fender in a sealed bag."
Nidhor's bound wrists strained against the synthetic rope as he felt about, hand centimeters from the chain powered rear tire. The tip of his finger touched it, a cunningly raised section, ostensibly meant for the permanently broken rear light, held a pistol grip. "My god you terrify me woman."
"Can you get it?"
"Maybe if my wrists weren't traxing bound by some smog-smith!"
"I said can you get it, not can you bitch more."
Nidhor felt about for a lever or a strap, failing to find anything holding the pistol up. "How is it held on? I can't get it down."
"Ancestors! You poor idiot, its a used bra strap. It's hooked on with a bra strap front and back. How do you have children?"
"Shut it Kjalla, now is not the time." Nidhor's calloused hand finally found the grit stiffened cloth and worked at the clasp that held it firm until it broke. "Umm..."
"What!" Kjalla's veins strained against the torc, "What!"
"Nevermind." He shuffled the pistol until the second strap barely held the deadly deadly barrel. Fingernails scraped the soapstone grip again and again, but it wouldn't come free.
A stubber shot kicked Kjalla's shoulder hard to the right and took her warbike off the iron greatway. "We're going to die because you can't unclip a bra Nidhor. And if we don't I'm going to kill you myself!"
"Tied to a motorcycle you smog-smith!" Nidhor's arms were numb, either from the wild kicking of the warbike or blood loss he didn't know. Breath by breath he nudged the needle pistol until the front tire kicked off a bad stone and it tumbled into his desperate palm. "Got it! I've got it!" Nidhor tried to sit up and aim, much to the consternation of his wrists. "Um, Kjalla, I can't shoot like this."
A spray of stubber fire struke the rear tire, chewing it to scrap. The surprise cost Nidhor the pistol and his left hand. All he could do was howl in pain. Kjalla leaned hard to the left, risking Nidhor's posterior rather than his skull, and came about. The pair of fore-mounted stubbers lit the rolling dust cloud in staccato beats. Surprised, one of the Spitespike crew was torn to bloody rags and their warbike went rattling end over end without anyone to steer. More stubber fire erupted from the charging crew, rending Gullinbursti to fragments and taking Kjalla's other foot and most of her right arm. Nidhor, protected from the worst, still caught three shots in his backside.
Kjalla toppled off the ruined warbike clutching her bleeding and broken arm. Nidhor, for his part, found himself trapped under the sizzling exhaust and passed out as the acrid smoke rose from his gut. The Spitespike crew rounded them with shotguns drawn, laughing as they did so. "No one jumps claims on Spitespike. Now how about I strike your grudges right here."
About to brace for the kill shot, Kjalla stared straight forward. "My Ancestors will have me gladly! Take me into your arms beloved kin, let me walk among you again. Sing the old songs I once knew and I will sing new ones to y-" Something was wrong with the sky. "Grimnir's Dangling Hammer!" She cried.
***
Olnur Pikenose looked down at the claim jumper. He'd seen this trick before, even pulled it once on an overzealous foreman. Then he heard the oh's and ah's of his crew and looked up. Fleshy orbs fell from the sky, their sides covered not with metal but something else segmented and firm. Slender tendrils danced beneath it, writhing like a rockwurm's snout while larger ones lashed back and forth at the sides, stabilizing it perhaps. He was paralyzed by something, morbid curiosity or perhaps overwhelming disgust. The lead of Spitespike's warbike crew could only stare as it dropped precipitously with no sign of slowing.
"Spitespike holds!" The squat screamed in defiance and unloaded four rounds from his shotgun in the things direction. His crew took up arms as well, laying in with autoguns and shotguns. At this range they did nothing. Two squats took to their warbikes with speed, disengaging the heavy stubbers and laying into the abominations with defiant bursts. Olnur cheered as the stubbers drew blood and raced to his own warbike. Four members of the crew railed against the thing with heavy fire, chanting war songs. Without eyes Olnur wasn't sure how he knew, as it had no eyes he could see, but they had it's attention. Thick serpentine limbs lashed out towards them, jerking the fleshy sack along with them. Then Olnur saw another break through the fulminous clouds, and another, and another. They soon were falling by the dozens all across the horizon
"Valaya's Va-" he tried to shout but was split by one such tendril as the meat and chitin thing struck the ground. The sound, he considered as he fell in opposing directions, was worse than his bisection.
***
Kjalla crawled away from the wreckage of Gullinbursti cradling her ruined hand. The injured squat took in her comrades state and new he was doomed. As the Spitespike crew sputtered on with their heavy stubbers, she pulled herself into the seat of an unfamiliar warbike and opened the throttle. The fresh set of tires and fully fueled tank chewed through the distance with ease. But no matter how far she rode, the things were still crashing do the ground around her with deafening fleshy impacts. Her torc had been damaged, though she only noted it now that she was trying to call back to Hammerhall. Even as it was in her sight she knew only the Ancestors could get her there.
She did the only thing she could think of to call them to her side. She sang the old songs as beasts of claws and chitin emerged form the reeking pods. "Hammer high, this is a freedom cry. Hammer high no one dare ask me why. Its my life proudly I will defy. Hammer high until I die!"
+++Scrivener Ojib's Note: This is literally the worst set of pict feeds I've ever been given. I have taken some liberal measures connecting disparate feeds and transmissions [please reprimand Ordatus for his mishandling of transmissions of 09300000000012124424/AS.5 and 09300000000012124424/AS.7, they are far more corrupted than the others] regarding the timeline these feeds depict. It has become clear after the debacle with the servoskull's Ork transmission that I am not held in high regard in this departmentum, and yet without me you hollow-skulls would all still be decoding the ork's wild grunting! I will have a word with the departmentum head pertaining to your slothful attitude towards these translations if this continues, and remember that we are a sub-departmentum to the ordo xenos! I doubt they think kindly of scriveners who waste their resources! I expect to have transmissions 09300000000012124424/AS.53-09300000000012124424/AS.77 translated by next week and it would be VERY NICE if someone could do their job and run them through the auto-translate first! Ojib out!+++
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2020.06.21 00:01 RandomSteam20 Short Horror Story - In the Shadow of a Mountain

Hey Horror lovers, I'm a little self-conscious of my writing and this is my first time posting. Please tell me what you like and/ or dislike so I'll know what to improve on for future works. Thanks, and Hope you all enjoy!
In the Shadow of a Mountain
Behind the wheel, eyes as sharp as they could be, Archie cared to see only what the headlights allowed. As the strained dawn of morning slowly infected the darkness of night, it was becoming clear to him that this road was desolate beyond absolute. Still, his vision was mostly constricted to the faded two-lane blacktop and the bare branches and dead limbs reaching out from the never-ending lines of coniferous trees that bordered the shoulders of the road. Archie had just figured out how to turn the high beams on the evening before, a great achievement in his mind, and was nearly ready to drink a celebratory can of coke, provided they weren’t out. The novelty soon wore off as he realized the lights were like the road. Just as he could see more of the world, the world could see more of them.
He sighed, instead focusing on keeping the car straight, aiming the hood ornament perched at the end of the long, sloping hood down the centre dividing line of the road. The car, the great big loafing automobile that it was, used to be his grandpa’s but Archie sort of assumed it was his now since grandpa died. He could even remember all the neat facts about it grandpa had told him about.
The vehicle, Archie’s vehicle now, was a 1978 Buick Electra, a top-line Park Avenue model that kept nineteen feet of the road to itself at all times with a Detroit steel personality weighing four thousand pounds. It wore a metallic caramel firemist paint job that shined from a lifetime of car washes and careful carnauba wax jobs, and under its jet black vinyl roof, the crushed velour interior was an epicentre of comfort.
It was the utter definition of a land yacht and Archie thought it was funny how some people would refer to a car as a boat, but he understood now, the way it glided through wherever he aimed it, like a sharpened ship hull effortlessly plowing through sea waves. It probably helped that grandpa had done a few tweaks to the V8 engine underhood; The catalytic converter had been replaced with a flow-through ‘test pipe’ and the ignition timing had been advanced, along with a few other odds and ends. Archie really didn’t know what any of those things were but did know that the engine was smooth, torquey, and needed premium to run properly. It was actually making him a little melancholy thinking about it, the amount of work his grandpa had put into keeping it pristine.
He’d been driving the Buick for only four or five weeks now, but the aesthetics had already taken a turn for the worse. The grill was cracked and half of it was missing, along with one headlight bezel. The outer headlight on the passenger side was smashed and the fender was crumpled, covered in light brown stains. A dark piece of fabric, it’s original colour long unidentifiable, flapped in wind, stuck between the bent fender and piece of chrome trim. The front bumper had taken the brunt of the damage though, its straight lines twisted and malformed into a battering ram of chrome and metal. It had nearly sheared off a week ago but it stubbornly held on, leading the way with a curled grimace.
Amazingly, the hood remained in perfect shape. Even with all the punishing situations it had gone through, its straight lines and gleaming hood ornament miraculously avoiding any damage. It was a pleasantly lucky break, seeing as how Archie could barely see down the hood anyways. With the seat raised to its highest setting, he could just barely see over the top of the wheel. Archie considered moving the seat back to give himself a bit more of a viewpoint, but he quickly found the seat needed to be all the way forward. It was already a stretch for his feet to reach the gas and brake pedals and he couldn’t afford to lose any more space. He could only push the gas pedal down a little bit as is.
They were going agonizingly slow as a result, the speedometer needle hovering around seventy-five, maybe eighty Km if the road was flat, barely 50 miles an hour. Still, the old girl didn’t seem to mind, purring along steadily without complaint.
“I think we’re lost.”
Archie craned his neck and glanced behind him, looking at their new companion with mute surprise adorning his face. This was the first time she’d talked casually since they picked her up a few days before. Her name was Kanesha, and she was currently curled up in a ball with a quilt around her, arms around her knees and stomach.
“Why?” Archie asked hesitantly, turning back to the road.
“I’ve seen nothing but trees since I woke up.” She stared out the tinted glass. “No houses or strip malls. Weren’t we on a highway or something?”
“We were,” Archie admitted. “There was a plane crash on the highway, one of those small ones with the propellers. It was completely blocked, so we had to go this way.” Archie paused, deciding if he should keep speaking. He decided not to.
Kanesha was fifteen, a whole three years older than him and his cousin, and five years older than Timmy. Although she towered over them in height, she was far more withdrawn and vacant. Silence was her usual setting, only speaking to say things like please and thank you, almost like a toddler at a fancy dinner. Like Timmy, she was of African descent, but she was a darker, richer version of Timmy’s mixed heritage. She had a tousle of short matted black hair and hollow dark eyes that seemed to say nothing and everything all at once. Considering the circumstances she was in good shape if not a little dirty, with grime etched into her features and her clothes ill-fitting and tattered. Considering how she had been living in a backyard treehouse for the past month, he supposed it was some sort of PTSD like in the movies, not that he knew what the letters stood for.
Worse is his mind though, Archie found that he was still more than a little awkward with her around. Even back when he was in school he’d never really had any friends that were girls, or any girl cousins. When everything started it had ended up being just him, Devon, Timmy, and Grandpa, even though Grandpa was gone now. Now here was this girl that they really didn’t know how to talk to, who was also older than any of them but hadn’t started telling them what to, which he thought she would.
In fact, he hoped she would. All his life Archie had been told what to do by his parents, teachers, babysitters, and those sorts of people. Never did he want anything more than an adult to show up right now and take care of him and tell him what to do.
Now they had the closest thing they could find to an adult and all she did was help them cook cans of food on their hibachi stove and keep a lookout when they scavenged for supplies or gas. They couldn’t really tell her to help them scavenge because of her gestating condition, which just made him feel even odder because where Archie was concerned, they were only three years apart and he still was a kid. He found it weird and uncomfortable and just plain strange. He paused for a moment, thinking. What was the word he was looking for?
Keeping his eyes on the road, Archie reached beside him and brought up a red vinyl covered book. Flipping through some of the dog-eared pages until he came across the D’s, he started reading down the pages of lines. Glancing back and forth between the road and the words, Archie found what he was looking for and nodded to himself, dog-earing the page and setting the dictionary back down.
Dynamics. That’s what he was thinking of. The dynamics of their little group were altered.
Altered. That was another good word he’d found.
“Did you check the map?”
“Huh?” Archie jolted out of his thoughts.
“The map?’ Kanesha repeated. “Have you checked it?”
Beside him, his cousin Devin was splayed out over the passenger seat, drool running down one side of his mouth as his chest rhythmically rose and fell with each breath. Staring at the passenger from the dashboard was a large unfolded map, a maze of confusing multi-coloured lines. Nobody could make heads or tails of it, even in the daylight. It was still a bit too dark right now to try reading it anyways.
“It’s too hard to read.” Archie muttered a reply.
“What do you think we should do now?”
“I don’t know,” Archie sighed. He’d been driving the entire night and his eyelids were tugging at him. Besides, it wasn’t like he was responsible for everything.
“Can you two be quiet?” Timmy groaned. “I’m trying to sleep.”
He was curled up in a blanket across from Kanesha, his head resting on a half-folded pillow. A pair of headphones were plugged into his ears, leading into a dead iPod. It had died a couple weeks ago, their last 12-volt charger giving up the ghost somewhere around mid-September. He still persisted in listening to it though. Something about as long as he has it, he can ‘hear’ the music in his head.
On their right, the forest fell away, a vertical cliff taking its place and revealing a picturesque valley with a little town nestled in the middle. The sun had risen high enough to cast an arc of light over the mountains and reveal half the valley. Archie spied an entire neighbourhood that had been gutted by fire. Debris was strewn across lawns and streets, and vehicles had been haphazardly abandoned with their doors hanging open or ripped off like gaping wounds. A tiny speck moved down there, maybe an animal, maybe something else. The other half of the town was still shadowed, dark and foreboding, and behind him, Kanesha turned away.
“I think we should stop,” she said softly.
“Stop where?” Archie asked, his tongue sarcastic. Off to the side, Timmy mumbled something unintelligible.
“We can’t stop without being chased.”
“I don’t know, anywhere,” she huffed, shifting as the entire car leaned to the left. “A house or a gas station or something. I’m sick of being in this car.”
There was a thump and cracking noise as they drove through the narrowest part of an impromptu graveyard, a swath of decomposing skeletons that covered the asphalt like 3D graffiti. The bones cracked and splintered under the tires and the Buick wafted up and down as the shocks absorbed the disturbance. Archie sighed as the suspension settled. He didn’t know why they were always bunched up like that but they were. It was getting impossible to avoid them nowadays.
“Hey.” A groggy voice came from beside him. “Do you guys see that?”
Devon, shaken awake, was pointing cautiously out the front windshield. In the shadow of the mountain, just past the town, a soft white glow emanated from the darkness. Devon looked at the rest of them.
“I think it’s an Esso or a Chevron, I can’t tell.” Devon brushed the hair away from his eyes and opened the glove box, trying to find his glasses.
“Let’s stop there.” Kanesha voiced. “There might be adults there.”
“Yeah, dead ones,” Timmy breathed from the back.
“What?”
“I said I don’t think we should stop.” Timmy sat up, displaying an absence of grogginess that usually follows sleep. “We don’t need to. Let’s just keep going.”
“Yes, we do.” Devon retorted, holding back a yawn as the car reached the peak of the mountain and started descending. “We’re almost out of cokes, and we ran out of toothpaste a week ago.”
Archie absentmindedly ran his tongue over his own gummy, fuzzy teeth.
“We’re also out of toilet paper.” Kanesha cut in, softly this time. The three boys paused, and Archie and Devon exchanged embarrassed glances.
“And we need toilet paper,” Devon repeated. He turned to his cousin. “Come on Arch, we need to stop sometime, right? Why not this place?”
Archie was about to open his mouth to reply when a little orange idiot light on the dashboard lit up. He squinted, grimacing, and looked back at Devon, who finally had his glasses on.
“We’re stopping.”
“What? Why?” Timmy demanded, suddenly alert. His eyes radiated fear and he clutched at his pillow. He hated stopping.
“We’re almost out of gas.”
“Oh.”
The rest were silent as they cruised down the hill, the decision made. The Buick was their safe place, their fortress. But like them, it needed sustenance and care, and sustenance had been slowly getting harder and harder to come across, or at least this much at once. Last time they had to scrounge the sheds and workshops of a family suburb for over a day, finding forgotten one and two gallon jerry cans meant for lawn mowers and the like.
They passed by the exit ramp leading into the town and the road levelled, forest encasing them on both sides once again. The gas station, an Esso, was on the other side of the road and little tornados of leaves and pine needles swirling in their wake as they cut across the centerline. Slowing and easing the wrong way up an on-ramp, Archie smoothly pulled to a stop at a kiosk of gas pumps, the brakes squealing softly. Shifting into park, he pushed in the knob that turned the headlights off before finally twisting the key, silencing the engine.
The car ticked and pinged as it settled in the cool morning air, an eerily silent world deafening their eardrums. Inside, the four held their breaths, waiting. Outside was a still picture, no sound or movement or life to it whatsoever.
“Do you think it’s safe?” Devon whispered, pushing his glasses up.
“It’s the first place we’ve seen with electricity in a while,” Timmy echoed. “I betcha’ the freezers and fridges and stuff are still working.”
True enough, the sign wasn’t the only thing still powered. Bright artificial light poured out from the big plate glass windows, and inside, Archie could see chocolate bars and bags of chips lined up on shelves like soldiers ready to march. There were no signs of looting or blood or anything. It was almost unnerving seeing it so perfect and ordinary.
“Let’s wait for a couple more minutes,” Archie hushed. “See if any come out.”
Timmy nodded and they waited, scanning for any movement in the trees or in the station.
Beside them, perched on a gas pump, a lone crow was balefully keeping one eye on them and another on the corpse that lay stretched out on the pavement in front of the car. It used to be a man, but the body cavity had been hollowed out, broken rib bones jutting out of its chest like weird sticks. The skin was just starting to take on a brownish-green tone and was pecked to shreds in places, although they were bloodless and the stain surrounding his body had long paled from the bright crimson it once was.
Archie flicked a quick glance at the upper half, blinking dismissively with what he saw. The lower jaw missing and the head was half crushed beyond recognition, to the point where Archie was pretty sure a stump of a vertebra was poking out of the remains. One less thing to worry about in other words.
“Anything else we need?” Devon’s voice was barely audible. “Other than that other stuff?”
“More water, canned food, ice for the coolers, the usual.” Archie reminded. “Oh, and see if this place has any spray cans of brake cleaner. Grandpa told me it stops the brakes from making any noise.” He pondered for a moment longer. “Oh, and milk. This place probably has cold milk.”
“Don’t get it if it’s past the due date. And don’t forget to check the back area.” Timmy pipped from behind them. “Remember the last one? It had some pretty good stuff.”
“What if there’s somebody in there?” Kanesha turned to them. “What then?”
“Hey lady, we were doing fine before we found you.” Timmy’s high pitched voice spoke before Archie could, and there was no mistaking his annoyed tone. “Don’t worry about us, okay?”
“I’m just saying, we should be sure, right?” She looked around. “It’s important.”
Devon sighed, and met Timmy’s eye.
“What do we have left in the cooler?”
Timmy shifted his feet and moved his blanket around, revealing the top of a small cooler wedged between the seats.
“We have three cokes, half a bag of Oreo’s, a can of spam, a couple empty bags of beef jerky, some butterscotch pudding, and a plastic cup of noodles.” He looked back at Devon.
“Is the spam expired?”
“Umm,” Timmy checked the bottom of the can. “Yup.”
“Pass me the spam.”
Timmy obliged, and they watched in silence as Devon cranked down his window a sliver. He stuck his arm out, overhand chucking the can. It sailed over the car and landed squarely in the middle of the bottom door panel, spider-webbing the window. The sharp snap of cracking glass echoed in the desolate area, the forest absorbing the sound at a frighteningly slow rate. Devon rolled up his window, his face white.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean for it to be so loud.”
“Shhh,” Archie held a finger to his lips, staring back at the store. All around them, the darkened forest seemed to loom over, closing in. He counted to thirty in his head, waiting for something, anything.
There was nothing.
“Alright, let’s go.”
The three boys exited, leaving as stealthily as they could. Devon and Timmy immediately went for the store, the overhead bell tinkling as they stole inside. Devon aimed for the fridges and started loading pre-made sandwiches and other food into his arms, while Timmy made for the freezer and began collecting bags of ice. Archie meanwhile popped the trunk, revealing several coolers and a few suitcases, and a small red campfire stove with several green propane bottles around it.
He grabbed a red plastic bottle of Marvel Mystery Oil before creeping up to the gas pump. Inserting his grandpa’s debit card into the machine, keeping his eyes and ears peeled, he tapped the year his mom was born into the keypad, wincing as the pumped beeped with the action. It sounded like an electric dinner bell, loud and blaring in the otherwise dead still air. Archie quickly selected 91 octane and the card popped out. He pocketed it, unscrewing the gas cap as he did so.
Archie hurriedly poured six or seven ounces of the sweet-smelling, purple-tinted additive into the tank before inserting the fuel nozzle and pushing in the little tab that would keep the gas flowing. He put the bottle back in the trunk and paused, a thought popping into his head. Archie furtively looked to the front seat.
It had just occurred to him that his dictionary might have the definition of PTSD. He glanced at the store, knowing that he should be helping, but everyone looked to be doing fine without him. He was halfway to the drivers door when from inside the store, Kanesha emerged. She was still wearing the blanket around her shoulders, although her belly, far paler than the rest of her body, poked out like a perfectly round, oversized bowling ball. In her hands were a small white plastic package and half a dozen roast beef sandwiches. He hadn’t even noticed she’d left.
“What’s that?” he asked, motioning at the package.
“Girl stuff.” She grunted, walking past him and getting back into her seat. Archie shrugged and reached to open the driver's door.
Crack.
He froze, his fingertips just brushing the cool chrome door handle. He swivelled his head, darting his eyes back and forth. Nothing stirred. Silent trees and shadows surrounded them and the two-lane asphalt was forsaken and isolated in either direction, perturbed only by the tread marks tracking over the icing of leaves and pine needles that littered the road. Archie’s heart thundered in his ears and he forced himself to silently breathe, to calm down and quiet the noise. Maybe it was noth-
Crack.
His breath hitched, his throat closing tight. The sound was definitely there.
And it was closer.
He was sure it had echoed from the far side of the gas station, around the corner and out of view. Timmy appeared at the doorway of the station and Archie’s hand shot out like a cannon, palm flat, fingers trembling. Timmy froze for a split second. A hand reached from behind and yanked him back inside.
Devon appeared where Timmy had been and locked eyes with Archie, scared but still functioning. They both nodded and as the door to the station swung shut, Archie dropped low and scurried around to the front of the car, positioning himself between the corpse and what was left of the front grill.
Snap.
An enormous hunched figure emerged from the shadows. It stopped, lifting its giant head and looking around. White teeth lined black lips and gums and deep, heavy panting rumbled like war drums. Kanesha sunk down farther in the seat and Archie slid lower, praying it didn’t see him.
He’d never seen a grizzly bear outside of a book before, and this one was massive. It looked bigger than the Buick!
Peering underneath the car, he stared at its rough, matted fur, and saw a possible source of the noise. One of its front paws looked funny, crooked almost, as if it had broken and didn’t heal properly.
The grizzly started moving again, the paw slapping at the pavement each time. It lumbered past the station and down a small bank onto the road, sniffing as it did so. It changed direction slightly, going more to the right, and then just as it had come, it was gone, slipping between the trees and letting the forest swallow it whole.
Once again, the world was silent.
Archie released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and stood up. Kanesha was still watching where the bear had disappeared from the backseat and he gave her a thumbs up. She turned, a small, little grin present, and then her face roiled, morphing into an awful look of despair. She screamed, high and shrill like a baby, and the terror squeezed at his heart and numbed his limbs.
From the corner of his eye, Archie saw movement. From behind, came a moan.
It was soul-chilling, sounding deep and remorseful, but he knew that there was nothing remorseful about it. It was a call of vicious hunger. Archie moved, streaking around to the side of the car, clear gasoline already spewing out of the filler neck.
“Mia, what’s the-,” Devon froze, his arms brimming with supplies. He looked at Archie, eyes filled with a familiar endless fear. It was like staring down a twin set of holes that had no bottom. Behind him, Timmy was still inside somewhere, blissfully unaware of the danger they were in.
“We got to go,” Archie’s voice came out as a squeak, so soft that he barely heard it himself, but Devon got the message and ran for the Buick.
He dumped the food in the trunk and slammed it shut, and then raced back into the store, his intent obvious. Archie went back to fumbling with the fuel nozzle when another moan pierced him, this one much closer, almost impossibly close. He forced his eyes to the source of the sound, knowing full well what it was, but still needing to see.
It used to be a woman.
She looked to be maybe around the age of forty-five or so when she died, but it was hard to tell with the decay. Her skin was dry and rotted, flaking off in withered brown strips. Her eyes were a sickly discoloured green, pale, like sewage and swamp algae, and several long strands of dark splintered hair were plastered to her scalp. A ragged gash cut across her torso, exposing decomposing innards and chipped rib bone. She moaned again, her shuffling increasing, one arm reaching forward. The other was gone, nothing but a nub of brittle bone sticking out from her shoulder. Archie shrieked, his lungs finally finding themselves, and more echoing calls of hunger rang out from behind him.
It sounded like a symphony of hell.
A skeletal hand clamped down on his ankle, trying to pull him down, but he held on, using the still-inserted nozzle as support. Looking down, a corpse had soundlessly crawled up from behind him, this one a young man with no legs and a ripped throat, draped in a soiled dress shirt. Two eye sockets started up at him, dark and empty. Farther back, several more stumbled out from beside the station. The addition of death more or less made them look the same, featureless and falling apart.
The man opened his mouth, whether to moan or to take a bite Archie didn’t know. Fear of death spurned him and he kicked, catching the corpse in the chin, ripping the nozzle loose.
Over and over he smashed it down on the decaying arm. Feeling something break and snap, the grip loosened and Archie ripped his leg free. He ran, dropping the nozzle. A river of gasoline was already forming, pooling around the pumps and the still crawling corpse, draining back towards the oncoming husks of dead.
Devon appeared with Timmy, each with a roll of toilet paper in each hand. A cadaver lurched for them, staggering forwards with outstretched arms as if wanting a hug. Timmy ran while Devon dodged the attack, ducking around the arms. He kicked the back of the cadaver’s left knee, making it stumble, and then kicking it again, knocking it down. From his cargo pants emerged a lighter and an aerosol can of brake cleaner. The zombie lit up like dry kindling, flesh and fabric catching fire as the burning liquid coated its body. Another one made a grab at him, and Devon released another burst of flame. After this, he ran.
He and Archie both reached the sanctuary of the Buick at the same time, scrambling over one another to get in their respective spots. Archie’s hand was shaking violently as he fumbled to get the proper key into the ignition, the fumes wafting off his hands reeking and making his head spin. A rotting hand slapped the back window, greasily smearing the glass, fingernails scrapping and breaking away with the hits.
Archie’s eyes were wide with terror as the cranking engine gave way to a healthy rumble. There was a shudder and a squeal as the transmission slammed into gear and the rear tires smoked on the slithery surface. There was a jarring thump and a gasp as the tires caught the road and they shot forward, running down something soft and crunchy. Archie spun the wheel but the Buick handled like a yacht too, sideswiping a bloated, oozing corpse with one eye.
It went flying, bouncing over the fender and exploding in a mass of rotting bone and gore over the front windshield. Timmy screamed and Devon screamed and they all screamed while Archie pressed the pedal down harder, hitting a tab on the steering column stalk. Two long streams of heavy-duty bug-and-tar window wash remover hit the windshield in conjunction with the immediate swish-swish of the wipers. The grimy remains smudged into watery filth but started dispersing along the sides. This was done several times until the windshield was mostly clear. Behind, the moans and dragging feet quickly fell away.
For a moment, they drove in silence, collecting themselves. The Esso and its undead customers receded from sight as the road snaked them into the forest once again.
“Hey,” Devon said softly, his voice hoarse, “is everybody-”
A monumental explosion rocked the four, dawn turning midday bright as momentous, soaring flames erupted behind them.
A shockwave hit, passing through like a lightning strike and Archie slammed the brakes, the Buick skidding into the middle of the road as the whitewalls desperately tried to find traction on the discarded layers of leaves and pine needles. They did a long, arcing spin and halted, facing the scene. Its occupants watched as geysers of fire shot into the clouds and raining bits of smouldering material fell from the skies. They could feel the heat from the blast, the light from the fire making shadows on their faces. It was impossible to look away, to not witness the spectacle.
It was a good few seconds before somebody spoke.
“We should go,” Devon said. “Lots are going to hear that.”
“Just a little longer,” Timmy was awestruck. “It’s so cool. I thought I’d die before seeing something like that in real life.”
There was silence from the rest of them. Archie killed the engine.
As the others watched, he took this time to pick up his dictionary and flip through to the ‘P’ sections, scanning through the pages. He stopped and held the book up to the light.
“PTSD,” he murmured to himself. “Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. A mental health condition that is triggered by a witnessing or experiencing a terrifying event, with varying symptoms such as withdrawn emotions, avoidance of things that remind one of the events, or constantly re-experiencing the event.” Archie raised his head, his eyes flicking to the review mirror.
Despite the show, Kanesha was curled up in her quilt again, slightly angled away from the rest of them, her face out of sight against the window. The wrappers from all six sandwiches were nestled around toes and beside her, Timmy was rocking back and forth as he watched, his headphones jammed religiously in place as if they were a part of him. On Archie, there was a stain of foul-smelling goo on his pant leg from where he had been grabbed and Devon’s hands were reddish, burned slightly from the flames he made. Each were just one of many markings they’d gotten over the months.
Nodding to himself again, Archie acknowledged the wisdom of the book and tossed it back on the seat beside him. All it took was half a crank of the ignition for the engine to catch and he shifted into reverse, the fuel gauge needle buried far past the full marker.
The Buick turned around and got back up to speed, following the asphalt as it arced up and out of the valley. The shadow of the mountain fell back and bright sunshine struck the road ahead, eating away at the darkness. With a soft murmur of torque, the Buick drove on, finished with the beginning of another brand new day.
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2020.04.05 03:41 BearLair64 Lacy: Beautiful Dreamer in the Moonlight

Part 1 of 2
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee.
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lulled by the moonlight, will all pass away…
My latest rendition of the old standard tune ended abruptly as I heard a familiar rhuff! and low growl from just inside the trees. It was getting late and I’d decided that after a long afternoon of yard work, it would be nice to relax in the shadows of the forest. I’d also held out some hope that my best friend might make an appearance and… there she was! Preternaturally still, standing near the trunk of a large pine, she peeked around the bole in a playful manner, yet her eyes blazed red and her mouth gaped in an awful grin full of fangs and horror and were we standing closer to one another, I knew a foul stench.
I grinned back at her, “Hey sweet lady, I take it you are well?” Her menacing grin widened and she panted a little in pleasure at the greeting as she stepped from behind the big pine and walked toward me. As she drew near, she dropped to all fours and nuzzled my hand in doggie greeting. She gave out a little whine… dogs know how to play people, there was a hint in that sound as though she desperately needed just a scratch behind the ears and above the base of her tail to save her life… “Drama queen.” I said to the massive beast that had started life as a fluffy little puppy, my fluffy little pup, Lacy. Yet I relented as we knew I would and proffered the scratches.
She rose once more and gave me a quick dog kiss on the cheek, I had to choke back a gag at the odious wave of her breath. Then she stepped back and gave me her best goofy dog grin, mixed with the way her face had evolved into the more sinister features. “You want to have supper with me?” I knew she wouldn’t; months after her final transformation, she preferred her own fresh kills but it had become one of our games for me to ask. She surprised me though, by getting a twinkle in her otherwise baleful eyes and nodding.
“Well, I have a pot roast in the crock…” She turned and bounded back a little way into the tree line and dropped to all fours again. She raced around through a few trees and popped out again a little ways from me, a piece of wet, dripping dead critter in her maw… Ah, even as a Dogman, Lacy had a great sense of humor, one just had to speak and understand the, “Doggish” language… maybe Dogginese? I thought as we walked over to the back porch and the little patio set…
**** * ****
It’s amazing what we can adapt to and perceive as normal when we love those involved. I ate roast with some grilled veggies and Lacy chomped her raw, red meat, still giving off a little steam… poor critter’s temperature must have been up after running from my pooch lady. “Miriam had to work late this evening or she’d have joined us. Somebody had an injured cow or bull or something.” Lacy stopped mid-chomp and looked at me askance.
“She said it may have been coyotes or feral dogs; you have a different theory?” I feared for a moment that she may have gone more feral than expected. Nah, not Lacy, she actually understands what would happen if she fed on livestock, I thought, all too willing to give her a pass.
She sat silently for a moment, clearly trying to think of a way to clearly communicate what she knew or believed she knew. Finally, she stretched her head down low and used her right foreclaw to point at her neck… the place where she had four pink scars from when the Lacy Elbert werewolf bit her and started this journey.
I leaned back in my patio chair. “So you think it was another werewolf?”
At that she gave a little shrug. I was often surprised at how much she’d picked up human gestures. Maybe so many millennia of human and canine interaction had led to some cross-species non-verbal communication gestures. I’d read something on dogs actually understanding humans better than we realized. Besides, Lacy had already been exceptional, at least in my perfectly unbiased view (eye roll).
“Not sure, just not coyotes or dogs.” She gave me a nod. “Well golly gee Lassie, did little Timmy get bitten by that other Lacy before he fell down the well and needed to be rescued?”
Her look was priceless: the sinister Dogman features contorted in deep and genuine confusion; she looked quite hideous, so naturally I laughed. “Sorry girl, there was no way for you to get that reference. I just meant that it seems we may have another monster on our hands.”
She resumed her normal, merely sinister grin, jaw gaping, gleaming fangs displayed, and a little drool escaping from one side where her tongue lolled. “Tell you what, I’ll get with Miriam and work on the, “who might be missing” angle and you… well, keep doing your thing. A few people know about you. I had to tell Sheriff Cloud so that if anyone sees you and freaks out, he can re-direct. I told that nice lead paramedic too, she needed to know about the toxic bites and scratches. So, maybe the High Sheriff will have some information for us.
Lacy had gulped down the remainder of her meal and clearly wanted to get back into the woods, so we rose and I hugged and patted my enormous rescue shelter pup and rubbed her back. She tilted her head up a little and gave a little howl of pleasure, parting, and sheer youthful exuberance; then in a flash, she swirled away and vanished into the darkness. We both had work to do…
**** * ****
Valerie pulled out onto the highway from the parking lot of, “Pliny’s Delight Package Store: Fine Wines, Liquors, and Beer”. She was on route back to her dead-end little hometown and would need the booze to numb her mind to the utter boredom that would ensue for the duration of her stay. She’d come down for her brother’s memorial service about six months before and was now back to sell their, “ancestral estate”, she rolled her eyes, If you can call a three bedroom wood frame house on half an acre an estate. Still, it would sell eventually and she could use the income to pay off her townhome in the big city.
They’d cremated Philippe before she arrived and the local yokels had been short of answers as to what exactly had happened to him. She still had a few acquaintances, no real friends but a few who might talk under the right circumstances; in complete privacy and confidence or if there was something in it for them. So far, all she knew was that her brother’s trashy girlfriend had been responsible. Still, it didn’t make sense, she thought for the umpteenth time as she made the night-time drive toward the wide spot in the road that she’d called home until her eighteenth birthday.
Her father had disappeared when she was nine and in the intervening years, she’d lost her mother and now her baby brother, Phil. Phil had been pretty smitten with Lacy Elbert. The girl had been pretty but Valerie thought that there was something wild about her, not in the partying sense but rather… something gamey, she decided, a bit of the local wilderness infected the young woman. That’s probably what Phil had liked. He had enjoyed the great outdoors, of which there was plenty in this area, the trees went on for miles…
Merde!” she exclaimed as her headlights lit up a large animal in front of her speeding jeep. It ran across the road and scampered into some trees on the other side, if something so large could be said to have, “scampered”. She’d braked and swerved to avoid a collision and knew that it had cleared the roadway but a thump sounded on her passenger side rear fender and caused her to swerve, something large had struck her vehicle! Once she corrected the skid, she pressed her brakes and checked the mirrors. In the bright red of the brake lights, she saw an enormous hair covered figure that stood in the middle of the highway in a menacing posture, arms akimbo, claws on display and ferocious maw open and emitting a roar.
She had slowed significantly and as she stared, fixated at the horrific scene behind her, she nearly failed to note the return of the first figure that had darted in front of her. This one was slightly less bulging but had longer and wilder hair. It ran at her car from within the blackness of the nighttime forest, now on two legs. Instead of stopping, she smoothly pressed the accelerator to avoid the loping beast. It struck the driver side fender and she heard the ear-splitting shriek of razor talons as they scraped the metal of her vehicle in an attempt to seize and stop the machine. She continued to accelerate and saw in the mirror that both nightmares now chased her on all fours and were closing fast. She downshifted and pushed the engine to redline before gearing back up…
It was a near thing but eventually when she checked the mirrors, the duo had vanished into the gloom. She shook with fear and the effects of a massive adrenaline dump. She glanced around nervously, in fear that at any minute, one or both of the bipedal lupine horrors would pounce from the murky shadows. She slowly regained control of her breathing, in through the nose… three count, hold… three count, release… three count. After three sets, she felt slightly more calm. She desperately wanted to stop and look at the damage her jeep had surely sustained but she didn’t dare. Maybe it would be a good time to have a word with the local law enforcers. She’d need a police report for the insurance company and she might be able to coax some information from them if she properly played the part of demoiselle en détresse.
**** * ****
Deputy Barnum met her at the house to take her report. Valerie wasn’t sure about how to describe the creatures that attacked her, so she went for the simplest explanation, of which she had tried to convince herself during the drive to her little hometown; people in outlandish costumes…
She could tell that Deputy Barnum was… skeptical? He worked very hard to project his disbelief. “So, ma’am, you say you saw these… people, maybe in costumes, maybe with large dogs, after you left the liquor store?”
She crossed her arms defensively and in frustration, “For the fourth time, yes; I haven’t had a drop and none of my containers are open, in fact, you can see that they fell from my front seat onto the floor, I haven’t even cleaned out the car nor gone inside the house. I don’t know who or what the beings were, but they were hairy and tall and hit my jeep hard enough to do that.” She pointed at the large dent in the passenger side rear fender and the deep gouges along the driver side.
Deputy Barnum nodded, “Yes ma’am, I just want to get it straight for the record. Did you see either of them holding any instruments that could do that damage? Maybe and iron rake or garden tool?”
Valerie chewed her lip, she really wanted to punch this backwoods Sherlock and deal with, “the hounds of the backwoods-ville” herself. “Maybe, but there were no long handles, they could have carried some sort of clawing instrument.” The interview went on for another fifteen minutes or so and Deputy Barnum gave her some unsatisfying and unlikely assurances that the Sheriff’s Department would look into the incident and that she could pick up a copy of the report day after tomorrow. While it was good to have the incident recorded, she had the feeling that Barnum knew something more but was hesitant to tell her. Well, she could at last mix that favorite drink…
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“Mr. Ahrens from the bank brought in his dog Fritz and said that he saw a notice of foreclosure about to be served on the Elbert place. I thought old Kenny would have left it to his nephew and niece; ‘Nancy and Drew’… Hah! I don’t think they could read, much less solve mysteries. They live even further out in the sticks though. Maybe they never found out about their inheritance.” Miriam speculated as we reclined on the sofa. She’d had yet another long day, mainly backed up appointments from after her, “moo-cow” emergency.
“Well, I wondered who was left of them after Sheriff Cloud and the JP told me about the murders. Any idea if the boyfriend had any family?” I didn’t want to press her with bigger questions, she was tired.
“Oh yes, he was a local boy but his daddy ran off when he was little and then his sister went off to college and work in the big city, then his mom died, sweet lady. His life was like a country song, ‘I was a teenager; my daddy run off and my mama died; I was smitten; then bitten; by my werewolf girlfriend…’ she sang the last in a silly, twangy voice and tune.
“How’s the cow?” I asked innocently. If she was too tired, she’d give a short answer, if she felt like talking, then we could discuss it.
“Certainly not coyotes or even a cougar. The bite radius was huge. If we had bears… maybe something like a large wolf or… dog…” She trailed off and I could hear the question and the implication that Lacy could be the culprit.
I knew that Miriam wouldn’t want to believe it but she, like me, had to know for sure. “Well, it wasn’t a certain, ‘dog-girl’. I asked her. She thinks there may be another werewolf. I must say I agree. One had to have infected the Elbert girl. I just don’t know that much about werewolves. She looked pretty similar to my… our Lacy and they both went on four legs as often as two but there was a different quality and some difference in shape. That ‘were-Lacy’ was tremendously spiteful to our Lacy; definitely held a grudge about that first night. I still think Lacy must’ve gotten in the way of her hunt for a meal. Maybe I’ll ask her.”
Miriam chuckled, “You are the only man I’ve ever heard of who can hold a conversation with his dog. Those rescue pups are remarkable. Oh, and so are you…” The rest of that evening is none of your business but I had noticed that since I recovered from the werewolf scratches, I’d been feeling… vigorous. My aches and pains all but forgotten.
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I sat across from Sheriff Gene Cloud in his office and we each sipped a cup of very good coffee. Apparently over his years in law enforcement, ole Gene had become a connoisseur de café. We’d come to the end of pleasantries and small talk, he got around to the point, “Earl, I hate to ask but do you think that… er… dog of yours, um… do you think she may have had anything to do with the attack on that steer? Thing is, the bite and claw marks would be consistent with… well, you know, a creature of her size and configuration.”
Gene and I had become friends since the night we called, “The Howling Incident” after that old werewolf movie from the 80’s, so I could understand why he was hesitant to ask. I think that he really didn’t want it to be Lacy either, “Well, this would sound weird to anyone else, but you’ve seen some things. I asked her and…” it was my turn to be hesitant, “…she denies it. Thinks it may be another werewolf.”
Gene nodded, “Oddly, the fact that you talk to your transmogrified pooch is not what concerns me. However, I’ve worked with enough teens and young adults to know that they sometimes come up with convenient and usually imaginary culprits to redirect attention from their behaviors to other parties. It’s not that they’re being bad, it’s a pretty normal type of psychological avoidance; they don’t want to hurt or disappoint a respected figure in their lives, and they don’t want to process the guilt they feel.”
I shook my head, “Lacy started life as a dog, she doesn’t really know how to lie. I haven’t taught her, so now I believe her. I know how parents are about defending their kids, they’ll employ all sorts of mental gymnastics to avoid acknowledging the poor behavior of their brats; you know, Mr. Master of Science, ‘denial’.” I smiled at the last, to ensure he knew that I was teasing. I actually respected his formal education and he’d been right about the concept of avoidance. Lacy was pretty young still… Nah! I couldn’t start doubting her… she was a good girl.
We discussed the possibilities of other wildlife that could have been involved or even humans. In the end, the Lord High Sheriff of the county decided that it would remain a mystery. He’d put, ‘animal predation’ on the report so the owner could file an insurance claim for the loss. I think he may still have suspected Lacy but he let it go; mainly because there was no real evidence but also because he was a country sheriff and we were friends. Always easier to believe the reality we want Mr. Psych Major.
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Benny Diaz had had a long day. This last service had been the worst. It had taken him two hours to find the, “manufactured home” on its quarter-acre plot. Why can’t they just call them trailers? Hiding the wheels and adding fake shutters doesn’t change anything, he thought with distaste. Doesn’t matter, I’ll soon be home and enjoying Donetta’s fine cooking. Now he needed to ensure that no feral animals or humans had taken up residence in or around the trailer or the little shed to one side before he risked an approach up to the raised porch and knocked on the front door. Per policy, he knocked on the door and called out his name and company and that he was there to serve process. No answer, no surprise.
He checked the windows and saw that the lights were out. He was pretty sure that the power had been cut off already. He posted the notice on the door that gave warning that the mortgage payments of one Kenneth Elbert were in arrears and that the foreclosure process would begin in sixty days. There was more to the initial notice and the bank had added the names of the co-beneficiaries of Kenneth Elbert’s last will and testament, his twin niece and nephew, Nancy and Drew Elbert. Done! Now for hom…he didn’t get to finish the thought, as he suddenly found himself airborne and flying from the raised porch at the front door.
The earth rose up to meet him and he felt some of the ribs on his left side snap. Some on the right may have been snapped as well but the shredded flesh above them stung, burned, and hurt too much for him to be sure. He attempted to choke in a breath, in genuine misery, when a set of jaws clamped onto the back of his neck and the beast that had been Drew Elbert shook him like a terrier shakes rats… his neck snapped just like a rodent. His final thought was of, Donetta’s fine cooking… now he’d be on the receiving end of supper…
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Valerie drove up to the trailer where her erstwhile soon to be sister in law and her parents had lived. Where the parents and her brother had died. It wasn’t a terrible place, it was a fairly recent model of manufactured home. Phil had helped Kenny Elbert build that really nice, if very tall porch. The whole place sat on a slight slope that left the front entrance higher off the ground than the back-door entrance. She’d never been here as a child or teen. Lacy Elbert was younger than both she and her brother, so there was no need to go out of the way. The place looked empty though, despite the newer model car parked in the driveway, and had that quality of silence that speaks of lingering abandonment… even the air… smelled of…
Fffaaaugh! She exclaimed as she retched and the acid rose into her chest and burned uncomfortably. The smell out in the yard was foul: blood, opened bowels, and early stages of decay. Something had clearly expired in a violent manner nearby, something large… There it was, a mass of dried gore, lumps of flesh, and some scattered, broken bones; the rounded mound of a skull protruded from the middle… a human skull! She realized in consternation.
She scrambled for her phone, dialed the emergency number, and darted her gaze around to scan for danger. Likely long gone but she didn’t want to take chances. The nearest neighbors had property lines that ran up near the home but their houses and mobiles were far enough from this one that everyone had at least the illusion of privacy and there were screens of brush on the front and back property lines of the trailer. That meant there were likely no eyes on her. However, she walked back to her jeep and stood by the driver door. The signal was pretty weak, so she didn’t want to risk losing it by getting inside the metal box on wheels. Besides, she’d seen too many horror movies where people jumped into cars to be safe, then…Wham! The monster or whatever, got them…
The Dispatcher finally answered and asked for the nature of her emergency. She gave her location and said that she had found human remains. “… No, fresh remains, the blood looks dried but I didn’t want to go near the thing, it’s grotesque.” The operator assured her that deputies and ‘the ambalance’ were on the way and she should remain calm and stay on the line. Valerie rolled her eyes and thought uncharitably, If I have to keep conversing with you Cousin Ellie May, I will lose it. She pretended to have signal issues, then, “dropped” the call.
She looked around nervously, she knew that it would take time for help to arrive. She warily watched the wood line on the north side of the property. Any creepy crawlers would come from that direction. She was startled and adrenaline shock washed through her body when the double tap of a small car horn sounded sharply from behind her. Merde! I’m tired of these jump scares! She shouted internally as she turned to face the roadway. A small car that had seen better days… long ago… sat rattling and rumbling at the driveway entrance but still facing down the road… likely a neighbor.
“Howdy, you looking for the Elberts?” A youngish man in a ball cap asked as he leaned his elbow on the open window.
Valerie eyed him. She knew enough about the people in the area to understand that he was likely just trying to help and was only a little nosey. “Actually, I know what happened to them, my brother Philippe was dating Lacy. I just came to see because of… what happened.”
He nodded, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m in the next house up the way with my folks. I met Phil, he sure was nice. I’m sorry about your loss… You just had that look about you that said you might need help.”
Valerie nodded, “Well actually, I just got off the phone with the sheriff’s department dispatch. There are human remains over there on the far side of the porch. A real mess. Would you mind staying here with me until they arrive? It should be only a few minutes.”
The young man hesitated just a moment, to process what he’d just heard, then nodded. He moved his car so that it would not block the driveway, then parked it and got out to approach Valerie. “Sean Mason” he said as he extended his hand for a shake.
“Val LeFevre.” She responded, I grew up around here but have been gone a few years.
“Yeah, I remember Phil said something about a big sister in the big city. So where…” at that point the breeze shifted and the smell registered and he blanched and stepped backwards and waved his hand frantically as though fending off an assault on his nostrils.
Despite her stress level, Valerie had to suppress a laugh at the look on his face. Yet Sean seemed to handle it well, he recovered his composure and walked a little closer to the pile that had once been a person. “I wouldn’t get too close.” Valerie warned. “He or… she, who can tell? Is beyond first aid and the cops will likely want to look for evidence. Wouldn’t want to mess up the crime scene.”
He nodded and halted his forward progress but stared. “I don’t know but I think it’s a guy. That’s a tie near the skull. Maybe just blood spatter but I think it’s an ugly tie…”
…Shortly the wail of sirens sounded in the distance and the cavalry arrived to save the day. It was late afternoon and getting on toward the end of the day before they released Valerie from the scene. They’d cut John loose within an hour… he had to get to work at the plant. Valerie, who was a relative stranger and who had filed a recent suspicious report, well, she had to remain on the foul-smelling scene. The deputies had finished speaking with her and asked her to wait, then had gotten busy. She hung out with the nice lead paramedic, Julie while the techs processed the scene and waited for he Sheriff and JP to arrive.
She and Julie could hear snippets of the conversation the others had: “…same as the steer the other day…” “…had to be big, just like that one…Brooks…” “…footprints…woods…” Valerie jumped a little when Julie spoke, “We had a scene like this a while back. Well, a little different but just as messy. Over at the Brooks’ house, used to be the Lee family’s place?” She looked at Val to see if there was a hint of recognition.
“Yes, I know where the Lees lived. I went to school with one of the daughters. Who are the Brooks’?”
Julie shrugged, “Just one, Mr. Brooks, an older man and his dog… well I guess they’d both be, ‘Brooks’” She laughed a little at that and it seemed to Val that only Julie knew why that was funny. He’d just had to shoot Lacy Elbert; you may have heard rumors about that or seen the one news report. He had a nasty scratch on his arm from some wild person or critter… something big…” She raised her chin toward the scene and Val followed her gaze, quickly lost in thought…
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Within the hedge and brush property boundary squatted two unnaturally still figures, each with its large ears tuned toward what the humans said. They were pleased that it had not taken long to draw attention after they took out the human that was taking away the home that Uncle Kenny had meant for them.
They soon knew that the Valerie-human was related to Cousin Lacy’s boyfriend. Lacy had probably not intended to kill him. Drew listened carefully to what the females said and Nancy focused on the conversation of the humans who worked around what they called, “the scene”. They shortly had the information they’d sought for some time: an old man and his dog had attacked their cousin and killed her, now they knew where he lived… “Brooks”, the old, “Lee Place”…
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Deputy Barnum made it to the scene at the Elbert residence, near the beginning of his shift, just in time to meet with the clean-up crew assigned to pick up the corpse. They worked by stand lights and the headlights of their car since it was past nightfall. He would only have to be on site for a short time. “Hey fellas, you need help with anything?”
“Nah, we got it Barnum, look out for the smell, still some left.” One of the techs advised him. “Nowhere near as bad as that Elbert chic but still pretty ripe.”
A deep throated angry growl arose from just within the wood line. It was quickly followed by a slightly higher pitched one and then some scuffling noises and the breaking of branches as large bodies moved more deeply into the forest. Barnum looked up startled and the two remaining techs whipped their heads towards the trees. There was no sign that anything was there and only the movement of a few small branches indicated that anyone or anything had been just out of sight… observing. “I’m going to the trunk to get my rifle… just in case.” Barnum informed the others.
As his trunk lid squealed open and he reached for his AR platform rifle, a deep octave roar arose from within the woods, quickly joined by a howl of anger, frustration, and grief. The reverberations sent cold shivers up Barnum’s spine and the two techs finished up quickly. He was very happy when they cleared the scene and didn’t envy the Sheriff Cloud and Justice Jenny Fiore, who still had to notify the widow. Despite the mess of the body, they had quickly identified the victim by his license plates, what was left of his face, and the driver license in his wallet. It was only on his way back to the more settled areas where he normally patrolled that Barnum thought about the report that Valerie LeFevre had made. It sounded like what she had described, giant wolves that could run on two legs or four…
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I awakened at 04:44 exactly, according to my phone. I felt like I’d heard something. The air condition must have been running hard, it felt cold in the bedroom, even with Miriam’s warm body beside me. I lay there and listened and thought about getting up to adjust the thermostat but I really didn’t want to, I wanted to sleep. I’d just started to drift off to dreamland when I shot up at the sound of deep throated howls that emerged from the woods behind the house. That’s not Lacy! I thought. Sounds like two or more. Sounds more like that other Lacy…
Miriam, accustomed to arising quickly for emergencies stirred and asked why Lacy had come to visit so early and why she felt the need to make so much noise. She apparently hadn’t fully awakened. “It’s alright love, sleep on, I’ll take a look.”
I crept down the stairs, shotgun in one hand, handheld spotlight in the other. I was ready in case of another werewolf attack. Once you’ve experienced one, you will never feel completely safe. At least I hadn’t and when I reached the front door, I shuddered. The sounds I’d heard the night I had to kill Lacy Elbert had returned, the heavy treads on the front porch, the scratching and rattling at the door. I clicked off the safety and prepared to blast away through the front portal to my home once again… when I heard a different howl cut through the gloom of the night outside… Lacy’s howl!
Once more my girl and I would face the danger side by side; I knew she was there to help. Her sound had come from very close to the house, I couldn’t risk a blind shot through the door. I shifted over to one of the windows on either side of the door. I hung the handle of the big light on my thumb and used the rest of my fingers to grasp the curtain and pull it aside. My already pounding pulse skipped ahead several beats when I saw what the dim exterior lights displayed, The face was a close match for the one I’d seen in the woods after it attacked Lacy and then again when Lacy Elbert had burst through my front door in animal fury.
The beast snarled at me through the glass but quickly looked over its shoulder. Another, even larger creature stood beside it, facing full on into the front yard, lit by the gibbous moon. Both creatures spied something just out of my vision, a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes; Lacy was here to help, I had to back her. Both monsters leapt from the porch and moved incredibly swiftly towards my girl. I ran to the front door and flung it open, heedless of any threat they may pose. I’d taken down one werewolf with a 12 Gauge, I could handle two…
The situation evolved quickly out of my control as Lacy bounded away into the trees, the others in hot pursuit. The big one stopped and looked back at me when I stepped out on the porch and screamed, “Stop! You leave her alone, bastards!” It hesitated and was lost, I was able to hit it with at least a few pellets of .00 Buckshot. The blast set my ears to ringing and the impact set the beast to snarling after a startled yelp of pain and surprise. I used the recoil to pump in the next round, a slug but there was nothing ahead of me but darkness. I stepped back inside to retrieve the spotlight I’d dropped when I saw that ghastly face at my window. I shone it into the woods and could find nothing. I heard a hunting howl drift through the trunks and limbs, then some other sounds, almost like barks and snarls but they faded into the night. I had no way to track them or to help my Lacy…
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2020.02.23 13:06 MilkbottleF Marianne Hauser - Heartlands Beat

Published in The Collected Short Fiction of Marianne Hauser (FC2, 2004):

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Last night, the night of the prom, Johnny J. Upjohn, Jr., senior at Daniel Boone High School of near-by Athens, was found hanging dead from the rafters of his parental two-car garage, his progenitors having left early in their late model Buick, while the station wagon of the same make was at the body shop for repair of a bent fender incurred by Mrs. Upjohn's involuntary distraction upon the sight of two stray dogs copulating by the fire hydrant in front of her church. May I seize the occasion to warn our readers again that the steady influx of strays throughout the region constitutes a most serious menace to traffic and health.
(News item from THE BUGLE, Munich, Missouri, by Dr. O. D. Biggerstaff, professor emeritus)

II

.... holy bee jee--the Upjohn kid! Who'd ever . . . wouldn'ta heard about it that fast if the wife hadn't driven over to Munich to visit with her Pop in the old folks home and pick up THE BUGLE free on her way out through the leisure room--leisure, my ass, place is filthier than a sow's belly. Was found hangin? That don't tell me much. Was it murder or did he do himself in? Now if the ATHENS MESSENGER was still runnin or whatever the press says before it goes bust, we'd have specifics tho I dare say that bit about uppiryup Mrs. Upjohn bending a fender cause of some fuckin dogs. ... I reckon she's got to get her jollies from somewhere. No. Couldn't be murder. Never heard of anyone lynchin a white kid. . . . Sure, we have our share of crime even if it don't show in the courthouse statistics. I fairly recall the one early in spring, Greg's sweetie, short, skinny girl, he knocked her up and musta got cold feet. Bashed her brains in, I'd guess, and stuffed her into an oil drum before rigor mortal set in. Yep, Greg he played it cool, went to work at his bro's filling station right under the sheriff's nose, filled up the patrol car and checked the oil. Sheriff oughta have his head checked, holy beejeezuz, he asks Greg did he split with his girl, she hasn't been seen around town, and Greg says calm as calm can be she's on vacation, swimmin. She sure was, in the oil drum on Doc Cochran's pond. Musta been late summer before the doc's missus took note of the stink. By then the drum had rusted and cracked and it didn't take no Perry Mason to put two and two together. But by then Greg had skipped town. . . .
Holy loving ), where did the wife hide my bourbon? A ha, on the backporch, and she drunk as a skunk, noddin in the wore-out rockin chair like her senile pop, and she only 47, could be her change of life, some act queer. . . . Yuck! Spit! This ain't my bourbon. Betcha she laid in a fair supply for herself. So that's why she takes all them trips to Munich--her pop's carin daughter, my foot and fanny. Polished off my bourbon and poured rotgut into the empty. And this is a dry county by law, what a laugh. Even the teen-agers booze it up. I heard them drive by past midnight after the prom, smashed out of their motherlovin skulls, honkin their horns car after car like a motorcade for the president on TV. This town ain't what it used to be. Drunk kids behind the wheel.... Makes a body wonder
If Johnny J. hadn't hunged himself he mighta been at the prom with the gang and dead in a car crash. As a firm believer in pre-test-anation ....
(Rumblings of an aging Athenian, anon)

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WELCOME STRANGER STAY A WHILE as it reads on the reflective sign when you enter our little town. For ours is a friendly, crime free community, pop. 7000 give a little or take. Among our major facilities we boost 14 Protestant churches of varied stripe, 2 supermarkets, 4 funeral parlors, a hardware store which offers farm and recreational equipment like guns and a shoe factory. A motion picture theater and bowling alley connects with the rollerskating ring under one ownership meaning one leads to the next or vice verse on separate tickets.
To the west a radar station aglow in the sunset holds virgil over the securities of our nation and the SHAMROCK MOTEL sits inbetween. Nature lovers may stroll past the landscaped Cochran grounds and admire through the picket fence the specious lily pond which is the doctor's personal bride in his retirement. Although his property is closed to strangers because of old age, 3 other lovely homes admit visitors Sundays 4:30 pm to 5. The pogrom was instigated by the civic minded Mrs. Upjohn, collector of antics and wife of the well renounced realtor. Their son, Johnny J., jr. will pass refreshments upon request at a small fee.
Last but not least the abandoned strip mines form a range of quaint hills to endow the flat landscape with elevation. Whereas the world famous twin arches of a McDonald Hamburger Drive-In rise proud against the eastern horison.
(WHYILOVE ATHENS: JuniorHigh composition submitted by Cochran's grandniece and copied verbatim incl. errata from leaflet found in doc's trash.
N. B. Composition was graded E for excellence.)

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. . . and tho this letter is bound to shake you up bad in the faraway desert your pa and me can't keep the truth from you as you and Johnny was friends. Its painful to see a loved one pass on and we share your loss. Remember Slim, we werent too happy when you dropped out of Daniel Boone and enlisted in the marines. Your pa thought you should first finish highschool and me I was against it on account of my passifistic belief. But Johnny's ma cheered you on at the family church picnic, she said her Johnny would soon be a marine too. Poor Johnny, I ran into him at the drugstore a day before he did this terrible thing to himself. I thought he looked down and pale ....
I had to stop and put the potato salad into the fridge. Its your favorite recepe and I wish you'd share it with us. I hope the army feeds you good. I wish you was home I have no taste for soldiering and I tried hard to change your mind like your pa. I heard in the store Johnny's pa was against it too, he had plans for Johnny in real-estate thats the reason, not because he is a passifist like me. He marches with the WW 2 veterans. I dont want to be spiteful but Mr. Upjohn never fought in no war. Me had a desk job in Washington DC. Like your pa says money writes its own ticket. I dont begrudge him nothing but why Mrs. Upjohn kept pushing Johnny to sign up is beyond me when her own brother the marine captain fell in Korea.
You know Slim it does give me pause. Why do civilians die and soldiers fall? A thousand shall fall even in the bible. Dear Slim, the world is strange and getting evermore strange like the weather. Hereabouts it has been a hot summer but elsewhere there is floods and devastation. But I reckon you like to hear about your pa. Hed take time to write you if he wasnt busy trying to keep the store going. Many of the small farmers used to buy from us are in bad shape. Their lands been foreclosed they been buying on credit and cant pay us back. Your pa has pity but no more credit. Its his opinion Uncle Sam got them into the mess so let him pull them out. Its always the little guy gets the beating and if the army reads your mail tellem your ma got weak in the head from sunstroke. Im sorry son I got myself worked up. But times are tougher than when you left and the only merchandize that moves real fast is guns. Outa towners buy them and even youngsters its a sign of worse to come but your pa says a guys gotta eat. When will they let you leave the desert for home? Dear Slim, I feel sick about your buddy but death dont asks death takes. Folks call suicide a sin but I call war the worst sin. I would sleep better if you had a safe job like Mr. Upjohn. Dont take no chances life is precious. Pa says hello we miss you bad.
Love from your ma.
(Last page of letter by hardware store owner's wife to son Slim and returned to sender special delivery as addressee had already met instant, fragmented death)

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Oh, Johnny, why did you leave me, abandoned, lost: a rudderless craft on a stormtossed ocean! I am seated in your room, at the Early American desk I chose for you, and the pen between my fingers bears your teeth marks. Johnny, my only beloved son--gone. My hand is trembling. For as I gaze at the wall, I discern your cherished features in your uncle's: the hand-tinted portrait photograph of my fallen brother Gerry--may his soul rest with yours in peace. There he hangs in his gilt frame surrounded by small paper flags you put up with my help when you were but a toddler in rompers. How he resembles you, your Uncle Gerry, fallen hero in an unmarked grave; gone, gone and yet immortalized in the memory of your face. I recognize you in his steel blue eyes and manly chin. His uniform, the rows of combat ribbons on his virile chest could have been yours if only you .... [end of sentence illegible, smeared by tears or inadequate eraser]
I must learn to gain control of my emotions. Only this dear diary knows the insults I must suffer from your father. And oh! how he made me suffer when he broke into one of his rages upon your revelation at table that you would, upon high school graduation, sign up with the marines. "How dare you act against my wishes!" he shouted. But you, composed and smiling, hummed the sacred hymn is of the U.S. Marines. FROM THE HALLS OF MONTEZUMA. It was a patriotic gesture of defiance and I stood up for you. I always have. "I gave you a son so he would fight for his country, and not to sell real estate." Those were the words which caused your father's wrath to turn against my beloved brother, and berate television for showing too many army commercials.
Would he rather see them replaced by more dirty sex, I ventured, a remark he found it wisest to ignore as I had, behind the filing cases in his office, discovered .... [end of sentence crossed out with indelible ink]
Johnny, I pray to the merciful Lord in Heaven that you never stooped to your father's level and perused those vile publications while you abused yourself on the floor in front of the Console Television set I bought you for your very own last Christmas. Forgive me, dear, if nagging doubts remain. For instance: why did you lock yourself in--too frequently, I may add. One night as I passed your door, I heard the moans of carnal lust and a phrase replete with four letter words I blush to recall. I fled, having placed the voice by its vulgarity and deplorable grammar as Mary-Sue May's; she who had the temerity--outside Pete's Candyland--to present herself to me as your "steady date": a term as odious to our social class as were her skin-tight shorts and halter. Very well. Your father may judge me a snob, jealous as he indubitably is, of my Philadelphia background and education. However, I hardly consider it snobbish to question the propriety of an Upjohn keeping company with a half-naked waitress at a greasy spoon diner: that much I pointed out to you in this room. Your flippant response--would I accept her if she gunned for a job at McDonald's Hamburger Drive-in--wounded me deeply.
Johnny, you have wounded me on other occasions. But you are forgiven. You yourself have closed the case and I have, by mail, in a plain brown wrapper, returned the picture you kept on your desk: a distasteful snapshot of your waitress in a bikini which leaves nothing to be guessed. Youth may confuse lust with love. Had you but lived, you would have dropped her. Had you but lived .... I shall never cease asking you why you ended your young life. In time I could have convinced your father that your place was with the marines. Too late .... Oh, Johnny, how could you do this to your country? How could you do this to me!
(From the diary of Mathilda Upjohn)

VI

If it wasn't for the fact Upjohn junior hunged himself, they'd itch to hang a second murder rap on Greg. Wouldn't the D A. drool over that juicy morsel .... Trouble is there ain't a chance his boys will catch him. Them plainclothes men makin like tourists, stoppin for gas and all the while pumpin me for info. Assholes, I don't snitch on my own bro and anyhow he don't tell me where he hides out. Hell, they can't prove he done it. Anybody coulda killed the girl. Doc Cochran coulda--why don't they grill him? 'Twas on his pond on his property they found what little was left of her in the oil drum. Maybe he tried to abort her and goofed. Doctors: I don't trust em. Wouldn't surprise me if he was the one got her big to start with. In my book Greg's clean and they either show me otherwise or let me be. This is Missoura, the show-nie or-shut-up state.
Somethin wheelin down the road--a rig? Nope. Nothin. Sun fools ya. Heat wave melts your thinkin power. Could be the heat did it to Upjohn Junior. Guy musta been outa his cotton pickin mind to string himself up when he had a rich daddy ana career in real estate laid out for him.
Suicide--it has a mean ring. Last one I remember was the drycleaner's. Socky, tho his real name was Socrates which he said was common in Greece like our Jim or Joe. His folks came from there so their kids would have a better life and--BANG! He shoots himself dead. I was goin on 15 and I was shocked like the rest. Socky'd been such a normal, neighborly guy. Talked good English too and looked like one of us, only darker. He built his business from scratch and worked long hours, he and his wife and a brother, they all worked in the store but never complained or acted foreign. He had himself converted over TV to a born-again Christian, tho he was born an Orthodox like all Greeks or Jews. Always had a smile for his customers and Crackerjacks for the kids. So why would he sneak into the SHAMROCK MOTEL and shoot himself through the mouth? We was thunderstruck and he was the only drycleaner. Teacher told the class 'bout another Greek suicide, Socrates too by name, but into philosophy. I asked what year, but she had to look that one up in the book. Teachers! They don't know from nothin. Anyways it's ancient history when the Romans skewered themselves on their sword for the sheer helluvit. But Socky, he ain't history, and when he did it at the SHAMROCK none of us could puzzle it out until Greg clued us in. He had him down as a psycho even before the blow-out. Maybe them fumes from the cleaning fluids was slowly eatin into his brain which made him behave queer like his takin long walks rain or shine. Greg offered him a ride at least twice but Socky waved him off with that big smile and said it gave him pleasure to walk for miles. Once he walked as far as Munich! And not for his health!
What canya say about a character like that? Greg hit the nail on the head like he always does when he claimed the Greek was a psycho, walkin his shoeleather thin when he coulda been ridin in his own Chevy ....
Now when it comes to Upjohn Junior, I hardly never saw him use his feet 'cept when he'd scurry back and forth across the highway, darin some oncomin vehicle to hit him or stop. Sure had the guts they need in the marine corps. But did he have the smarts? His dad woulda liked him to go into real estate, like Mrs. Upjohn said when I checked her tires. Wonder why she looked so angry then .... Hey! There comes a load! Oh, no dice. Already zipped past, over the speed limit too .... SHIT ASS!
(Gas station operators musings as he leans by Coca-Cola machine in shade of deceased elm, waiting for clientele.)

VII

She's been shooting her mouth off, telling everybody and his aunt I drove our boy to his death because I refused him permission to join the marines. What crap! She knows he got what he wanted if he really wanted it. She babied him and made me out a selfish villain when the shoe is on the other foot. Certainly it was a foregone conclusion he'd go into business with me, just as I went in with my dad. But what the hell, I don't give a hoot about tradition, and if the kid had other plans for a career he was at liberty to choose. But the woman never gave him a choice, she started brainwashing him in the playpen. The balderdash she fed him about her brother, christ almighty, I used to wonder what sort of hankypanky was going on between the two of them. Even asked her quite a whiles back after we'd made it in bed. Her answer: John, you have a filthy mind. Maybe so. I couldn't care less. If there's something she wants to confess, she can go tell the preacher. She's always looking for him when she isn't looking for Johnny. Or was ....
Suicide. The moment I saw him .... I'll never get over the blow, though for her of course it's something new to hang on me .... I wish I could sleep .... Impossible. Two aspirins and nearly a pint of whisky and I still can't get some shut-eye .... What riles me is her bad-mouthing me. She's hurting my image which means she'll hurt the business. I warned her--to no avail. "Don't you ever speak to me again," she said and stalked off. Stalked off too a month or so ago when I did all I could to explain I wasn't against the marines. They were fine boys, the country needed them, but it didn't need our Johnny. There was thousands of unemployed col ored boys for the job. Christ, couldn't she get it through her thick skull that I was simply aiming to protect the kid? I didn't force his hand. Sure I lost my temper when he proclaimed loud and clear he'd follow in his Uncle Gerry's footsteps. Was he ready to follow Uncle Gerry into the grave? That's the one time I yelled at him. But she has probably forgotten. When it comes to forgetting, the lady has a most convenient memory .... But he died anyway, and not a hero's death like her Gerry. I'm as American as the next fellow. I love my country and if this was war, I wouldn't allow my son to shirk his duty though I'd sure as hell use my Washington connections to get him a safe job like I did for myself. And if my highfalutin wife imagines I'm unethical or aiding the commies, that's her problem. I'm a pragmatist. Look out for yourself and your family. That's rule number one and if that ain't the American way, what is? It sure ain't the Russian way. I'm for a strong army, but I won't take it lying down if they ship my son off to a place I never heard of. Thanks, but no sale. I draw the line between patriotism and good sense. And a second line between my family and my public image. These days you have to know the ropes and shelters to make business pay. Yes, siree, I wave the flag with the Legionnaires and try to stay awake Sundays in church with Mathilda. But when it comes to playing Russian roulette with my son's life, I put my foot down ....
Too bad I can't express my emotions like she does .... She's right when she complains I don't communicate. I don't have it in me. Maybe if I had opened up more with johnny, shown just how much he meant to me .... It's odd, we almost acted like we were strangers, Johnny and me. We never hugged. I can't remember the last time we even shook hands ....
(Night thoughts of Upjohn Senior fighting insomnia as he lies on the innerspring mattress of a king-sized bed, a foot removed from his sleeping wife)

VIII

.... now dreaming now wide awake in the wet summer night heat off and on to the same beat
johnny j johnny j
.... dreaming up johnny laid out in his guitar or coffin on & off .... .... the big wet stain washing over cement i squeeze my eyes shut but the puppet swings through the dream washes away the dream dark wet odor of fresh squeezed semen .... pray for .... oblivion
christ where's the fire slow down john
down .... johnny is still at the prom titty-belly-rubbing at the prom
johnny j & cheap trick may bottom bouncing
easy john
too sudden braking in gravel driveway will gravel-spray silver-new Buick
CRUNCH
.... garage door wide open .... garage lights too white .... john dim your lights .... am going blind a dream johnny dangling back & forth in the windshield in his boyscout
uniform
a puppet dream .... wet percale-cotton-fitted-no-iron-sheet sticks to my skin sticky rosebud patterns match wilted wallpaper roses the heat.... wet puppet dance beating inside my throat.... air conditioner broken .. .. .... a broken heart
red heart on johnny's valentine from where
.... .STOMP OUT MEMORIES SQUASH THEM LIKE COCKROACHES
COCKS
take eyes off the wet stain .... bite teeth, into imported gooscdown pillow block banshee scream .... .... back & forth
death puppet dance in the windshield he stole my clothesline learned rope tricks tricky noose knots from fairy scout master ....
... trick or treat.... eyes riveted on private puppet parts cross-stitched crotch .... erection masked in olive drab straining into my throat back & forth the odor of hanged men .... .... hard-on death erection ejects mothermilkwhite slime a fountain
he stole my clothesline .... puppet fucker i scream faint dead away on cement.... fuck the dream scream
cream the dream scream fuck
up john
sleep faker
up
faking-fucking-john-the-hard-up-hard-on john hairy wet on top of me ....
drippedidrop & fuckedifuck
gerry j johnny fucking my dreams
nonstop
go
go
go hurt me
harder
iwannadropbleedinfuckinblindin
to
sleep
(shocking excerpts from Mathilda Upjohn's recollections; trials or dreams in the connubial bed.)

IX

O.K. I'll tell it like it is. What can I tellya? I was his steady girl. Turn off the record player, willya, Eddy? HIGHWAY 61. He picked it from a pile of old records at a garage sale. Scratched up and outa date. He loved it, he loved the name and it gives me the willies to listen without him close by. So turn it off, and that goes for you too, lover boy. I ain't in the mood. I feel like I was a widow. Supposin everything still is like it was, I'd be his fiancee.
Why would I lie to you? I barely metya. Tho there's other lies goin round, like that bit about his bustin his gut to serve his country: a crock of shit, if you pardon my language. He no more cared to be a marine than I'd care to be his mom's toilet brush. It's her spread the tale about JJ bein voted marine hero of the future. He let her babble on. He needed her.
Heck, J] was no mama's boy. He was for real. He played up to her so he could con her outa bread whenever he was broke which was like always. His dad gave him a fair allowance but JJ was a super spender and so long as he made believe he was airnin to be a marine, he could wind her round his pinkie. She'd dish out the cash for whatever he'd dream up like books and maps on gorilla warfare exetera. Then off he'd be and spendin like it was goin outa style.
Nope, there ain't much you'd wanna spend on in Athens. We went to Munich for our shoppin sprees--oh, any old time one of their cars was available, the station wagon or the Buick. The late model Buick hadn't arrived, not yet ....
That cussed Buick, one day I'll blow it up, you wait and see .... Where was I? Munich. We had a ball, buyin loads of stuff and eatin at the snazziest joint in town, THE FLAMING STEAK PIT, which he dubbed THE SNAKE PIT on account of it bein darkish inside. But man, was it classy! You never saw nothin like it.
Oh, I forgot, you go to school in Munich--pardon me, sir, I shoulda said college. So what if you've ate cheaper and better at some other joint? I haven't and I'm appreciative of--they got a word for it like ambulance.
The ambience. Right. Your education shows. Dim lights and black chinaware with real purple napkins. He didn't mind payin for the amber... whatever.... Their double martinis are outa this world, so smooth they blow you away. But JJ stuck to cherry soda.
He didn't have to stay sober. He was so good behind the wheel he coulda got us home, in one piece blind drunk. Fact is, he couldn't hold his liquor. One drink and he'd throw up. He didn't fancy smokin pot either. All he fancied was cars. Speedin up and down a highway: that's how he got his high, he said.
Racin cais for a career? He did mention it, Eddy. He'd mull it over in his head nights but come to no decision like he never could decide on no career. College was out. He had his fill sufferin through high school tho he wasn't a bad student, his grades was average and teachers favored him maybe 'cause he was quiet and never asked no questions in class. As for the drivin course, he skipped it as he had already learned himself to drive before the legal age. If you ask me, he started too young too fast. But they never catched him speedin. I wish by god they'd catched him before he went speedin into the grave ....
Don't, Ed, I ain't cryin. I'm dead inside me .... Gimme a kleenex. The box is atop the fridge. Some dump I live in. Thanks, Ed. This muggy heat it makes me snivel and the window fan don't help. Do you mind movin to the other end of the daybed so we can both of us breathe? Thanks again. You are a gentleman.
Natch, you are great company too. And you are a listener. Now J didn't listen much. He talked cars. For a while he hunged around the radar station shootin the breeze with the boys. But when they catched him tryin to sneak a new jeep out for a road test, he never went back no more.
I wouldn't say he was a loner, Ed. I'd say he was alone a lot. His life was cars and he collected all the flashy ads he cut out from magazines like HOT ROD. Of course he'd watch TV by the hour, by himself or with me on his lap .... gotta blow my nose again .... all right, you must have seen them stunt shows, cars playing leapfrog tho what he was really hung up on was the famous racin shows like the Indy 500 or Grand Pricks, you name it, he watched it, even them terrible crashes, guys hurled into the air like Raggedy-Ann dolls in flames. It turned my stomach. But he explained crashin was the name of the game and the risk was worth millions of bucks. He said he could spot the winner by the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and he scratched the back of his neck when he said it, he said who knows one day he'll be the winner and what will his dad say then!
No, drag racin wasn't his bag. For him it had to be the real stuff or nothin. I reckon for him the real stuff was on TV. He hardly never missed an action show on wheels. But when it came to them army specials like OUR GLORIOUS MARINES he called it kid stuff, he made like he was throwing up and switched it off. Still, in the shower he'd sing FROM THE HALLS OF MONTEZUMA over and over. I asked him why when his mom couldn't hear him with the water splashin and all. Guess what his answer was? ZOOM. The ZOOM in Montizooma turned him on. I nearly laughed myself sick. But come to think of it, he did a lot of zoomin in his head. He dreamed of zoomin cross-country on the world's fastest wheels. He dreamed that dream so many times, he said he forgot the number.
Hold it. I'm gettin to that. For graduation, his dad offered to buy him a Trans-Am with all the options. But JJ said he wanted a Ferrari. Of course the old man laughed it off as a joke as who wouldn't and told him to pick a more affordable gift. "Take your time and think it over, son." You know how them rich folks talk. Only JJ wasn't thinkin of no gift. His mind was on the new Buick--"My dad's Buick," he always said, like his mom wasn't anywheres near the picture. The new car---it was delivered the day before and was sittin in the garage "starin me in the eye." That's what he said. "Starin me in the eye . . . ." Maybe you seen THE EXORCIST? They showed a rerun on TV. You know, the kind of scary movie when a little girl gets possessed by demons? Well, the way I read it, the cussed new Buick was JJ's demon. He got possessed by it, don't ask me why.
Nope, it wasn't one of them super deluxe speed demons. Expensive, sure, you can bet your sweet life, with a nifty coat of paint like rubbed silver, but not even a moron would take it for a racin car. So what got him hooked? A critter from outer space? His dad had already promised him he was welcome to take the Buick out on the road. And the old man wasn't the kind of guy who'd go back on his word. Trouble is, nothin worked out right. Whenever JJ asked for the keys, it so happened his old man had to drive to an outa town convention or lodge meetin .... Crazy, things sure snowball once they get off to a bad start. Each time JJ lost out, the four wheel critter possessed him worser. I swear, Ed, it got between him and me like a third party. The night before the prom he made a vow: Either the old man lent him the car tomorrow or he'd kill him.
You heard me right, kill his dad, not himself. But then JJ had a habit of talkin weird, like if his mom didn't stop spyin on the two of us, he'd wring her neck. It didn't faze me 'cause I knew he said it in fun and besides I have no love lost for the old lady. But when he made that vow about his dad, somethin spooky crept into his voice and I got scared. Eddy, that whole night was spooky. All the while we was havin intracourse, he was soundin off about his dad's Buick, how she'd take us in style to the prom, him in his white tux and me in the pink formal from Munich and how the pink would go great with her cool silver body and sexy curves .... Honest! It freaked me out like I was bein replaced by a goddam set of wheels.
Get off it, Buster! Nobody falls in love with a stupid car. This ain't no silly TV commercial or soap. This is life. O.K. It's America if you insist. What's the dif? No, let me finish. The day of the prom: that's when JJ lost out once too often. He woke up late and first thing he saw was a note his dad musta stuck under the door. Wait. I'll read it to you. I keep it inside my bra.
Just had a phone call from St. Louis.
Have to drive there this morning to
close a business deal. Station wagon
still in repair. Can't help it, must take
the Buick. Maybe you can ride to the
prom with one of your pals. Have
fun, son. Be seeing you.
Dad
How did I get ahold of the note? JJ dropped by the diner round noon. Didn't say nothin, no hi, no nothin, just off and left .... Why am I goin on? I'm tired ....
It's hard to keep track. Everything happened ass backwards. I was home from work, layin out the formal for the prom and puttin my hair up in curlers when the phone rings. It's JJ tellin me the date's off. He's minus his dad's Buick and he won't ask no pal of his for a ride. Now, it's a cat's jump from here to Daniel Boone High, so I say, lion, we don't need no ride, I'll carry my heels in a sack and we'll walk. But he says nothin doin, skip it. And he hangs up on me. That did it, I had the strongest urge to rush over to his house in my bathrobe and curlers and give him a piece of my mind. Why didn't I? I coulda saved him, maybe. But then, maybe I coulda been too late ... .
What can I say? It's been a bad, bad trip .... Yes, I could use a shot. But first scoot over, willya, honey? I'm so godawful dead inside. Hold me.
(Mary-Sue May tells it "like it is" to Eddy, chance acquaintance, instant confidant & psych major at Munich U.)
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2019.11.14 16:07 impalemee Woman I suspect is husbands secret lover (she is newly poly) we approached each other I’m worried my husband is lying to us both. We are monogamous

I know I sound crazy. I know your about to read this and be like; your a psycho and your husband is a liar and narcissist....
Well here in monogamy world people cheat and they go to great lengths to conceal that. Some of us don’t cheat lol just visit the adultery reddit one man buys a ticket at a casino before visiting lover. I bet they don’t neglect their spouses if lying was the worst part I wouldn’t have been able to tell that X was deceiving me.
Imagine me offering my husband (I love him I recognize if I can’t satisfy him emotionally intellectually or physically whatever fine just let me go don’t lie to me) I offered to go away basically with 150.00 a month child support. Offered to live together open relationship. He “can’t stand the thought of a hair man all over me!” Lol He cheated off and on from 2015 to 2019. Emotional breadcrumbing led me to believe something was wrong. Ofcourse I contributed to it. No one can ruin a marriage except us. I left the echo chambers and tried to better myself. Lost some weight, made some new friends became less codependent.
Here’s what bothers me, the lies, duality, deception. The fact I had to drag it out of him. Asking nicely sucks so bad when your the one being lied to.
This is how everything happened. I didn’t know about anything ever. He comes back from a 3 month long trip, says he’s depressed unsatisfied it has nothing to do with me. I say “it’s okay we’ll put you back together, what’s something that does make you happy (it wasn’t being reunited with his family after three months of having an affair) His reply was playing pool. So he goes every other day different cities different pool halls. He is still a grump though. None of it is enough. I take anger management ( I was verbally abusive no excuse, I was unable to to see that he had detached. I was bitter, said things like you don’t love us or your kids, you don’t take them anywhere your ashamed of us etc)
I go to to codependent anonymous or Coda. Things get better but he’s still just finding ways to get away. I say something wrong or cry and he goes to sleep at 6pm.
This is why I’m mad. All he had to do was answer my fearful questions “I know you are not here with us your body is but your mind and heart are not let’s remedy this what can I do what can we do? Is it time for divorce”
I had went from digging in, to fixing, to trying to make him hang out with me begging him to come home-to giving up, to realizing how much I loved him. That he was not mine. He wasn’t hers he was barely his own. I say to him we have to give up we have to call it - our time here is over. Never did I think he was cheating because yes my gut thought that but he denied it.
Here enters Y the beautiful talented thin woman, she is the other pool player always there. She was there on our date night and when he dodged my kiss, I looked around for older people or some reason he would be ashamed.... I had arrived after he got there. She spoke to him and he didn’t even introduce me, or act like we were married for 12 years with two kids....
His excuse was “I dodged the kiss because you acted like you were putting your mark on me” he is so crazy that he doesn’t realize, I didn’t do it for that reason I always kiss him! I am like a puppy dog... he used the situation to explain the kiss dodge.
Anyways one night I couldn’t bear it and I looked in his phone found another yahoo account and adult friend finder, all the porn sites and hookup sites did a mass profile thing where he pays this amount and fills it out once. Dating in denim, okcupid, badoo, zoosk, meet up, mingle2.
So while he was working away from home he arrives and one week later he signs up for these sites. Sept 2018 to dec 2018.
Comes home for thanks giving doesn’t want to have sex shaved pubes acts like I’m the most annoying person on earth.
Oh yeah huge turn about once I came out as bisexual. It’s almost like he thinks the answer to all our problems doesn’t involve him. I love him why is he so screwed up!!!???
So yeah 2017 concrete evidence of a prostitute but I read a text from his 2018 affair partner that told him to tell me she was just a prostitute to protect my heart and her identity.
Well miss Y has no idea. But every day he is there she is there it’s not for tournaments it’s sporadic days. X has a co worker who is a self proclaimed home wrecker she cheated with my husbands friend but was my husbands partner for a project for 2 months. Another co worker is a sugar baby. It’s the military and they all joke about deployment wives, work wives. You can believe they drop a spouse if THEY are cheated on.
Anyways this woman starts flirting with me, turns out she is bi too. My husband said he’s never said a word to her in his life.... how weird does that sound? you play pool same days work same unit. You don’t speak at all?
Ok so this woman is beautiful I have a crush on her but it’s like she is being fed intel on me. If I’m feeling like I hate my freckles I mention it to my husband and she’ll walk up and say, I love your freckles.
How could this ever work? Please. Tell me I can ask her what the deal is. Also have you ever seen your primary interact with his or her love? It’s obvious the energy is undeniably electric. I even was happy for them.
But the lies? She doesn’t know mybhusband is a suspected sex addict I’m taking masterbating in traffic, for in a fender bender, masterbating to porn in the bathroom then leaves for work too late. He’s done with that now but I think that’s because he’s using us all as an outlet.
How can I ask her about him with out coming off as a character assignation.
To me I could be in a relationship with her but not both of them because they possibly deceived me together. I’m not going into Poly in a way that guarantees me to have the worst outcome: it’s not something you do in tough times.
I think she will lie. So this spring my Mother advises to hire a private investigator because I wasn’t sleeping and he was picking fights no matter how behaved I acted. The fights got so petty, that it made me crazy? Imagine someone saying you out too many pepperonis now you have to storm out of the house mumbling “you don’t know me at all I like pepperonis but NOT like that!!”
The PI couldn’t find anything, he did say that the woman’s boyfriend looks so much like my husband he had to take pics. They look like twins.
Her relationship has now diminished, she cheated with a married guy that is 15 years older she told me( so maybe she’s talking about my husband) their break up is the same exact time.
The signs: -he is a Suspected sex addict -he is a Known liar and cheater - Same place same time as woman -he Looks like her boyfriend - he never admitted to anything I didn’t have proof of first. -She gives me compliments on what I’m insecure about only my husband knows.
-She recently comes out about being poly when my husband says no to it from me.
I just don’t think it’s fair to build on a lie. To drag someone in on a relationship where I know I will catch feelings for them and possibly they have feelings for my husband.
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2019.10.22 23:01 Sillyvanya I need help dating my late father's Fender Twin Reverb amp (more pictures in comment)

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2019.09.19 20:42 VietRooster [ALBUM DISCUSSION] Devendra Banhart - Ma

Devendra Banhart - Ma

Release Date: September 13th
Label: Nonesuch Records Inc.
Genre: Indie Folk, Chamber Folk
Singles: Kantori Ongaku, Abre Las Manos
Streams: Spotify, Apple Music, Google Play
Schedule
Date Album
Mon. JPEGMAFIA - All My Heroes Are Cornballs / Alex Cameron - Miami Memory / Djo - Twenty Twenty
Tues. (Sandy) Alex G - House of Sugar / Men I Trust - Oncle Jazz / Pixies - Beneath the Eyrie
Wed. Charli XCX - Charli / Chelsea Wolfe - Birth of Violence / Jenny Hval - The Practice of Love / Blood Cultures - Oh Uncertainty! A Universe Despairs
Thurs. Twin Peaks - Lookout Low / Surf Curse - Heaven Surrounds You / Metronomy - Metronomy Forever
Thurs. (2) Sam Fender - Hypersonic Missles / Microwave - Death is a Warm Blanket / Devendra Banhart - Ma
this is an unofficial discussion for reactions to the album or whatever your little heart desires. this is for the sake of preserving discussion on as many albums as possible. if there's any releases for the week (or in general) that may be of interest missing from the schedule either PM me or leave a comment somewhere and i'll add it.
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2019.09.19 20:42 VietRooster [ALBUM DISCUSSION] Microwave - Death is a Warm Blanket

Microwave - Death is a Warm Blanket

Release Date: September 13th
Label: Pure Noise Records
Genre: Post-Hardcore, Alternative Rock
Singles: DIAWB, Carry
Streams: Spotify, Apple Music, Google Play
Schedule
Date Album
Mon. JPEGMAFIA - All My Heroes Are Cornballs / Alex Cameron - Miami Memory / Djo - Twenty Twenty
Tues. (Sandy) Alex G - House of Sugar / Men I Trust - Oncle Jazz / Pixies - Beneath the Eyrie
Wed. Charli XCX - Charli / Chelsea Wolfe - Birth of Violence / Jenny Hval - The Practice of Love / Blood Cultures - Oh Uncertainty! A Universe Despairs
Thurs. Twin Peaks - Lookout Low / Surf Curse - Heaven Surrounds You / Metronomy - Metronomy Forever
Thurs. (2) Sam Fender - Hypersonic Missles / Microwave - Death is a Warm Blanket / Devendra Banhart - Ma
this is an unofficial discussion for reactions to the album or whatever your little heart desires. this is for the sake of preserving discussion on as many albums as possible. if there's any releases for the week (or in general) that may be of interest missing from the schedule either PM me or leave a comment somewhere and i'll add it.
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2019.09.19 20:41 VietRooster [ALBUM DISCUSSION] Sam Fender - Hypersonic Missiles

Sam Fender - Hypersonic Missiles

Release Date: September 13th
Label: Polydor Records
Genre: Heartland Rock, Alternative Rock
Singles: Hypersonic Missiles, Will We Talk?
Streams: Spotify, Apple Music, Google Play
Schedule
Date Album
Mon. JPEGMAFIA - All My Heroes Are Cornballs / Alex Cameron - Miami Memory / Djo - Twenty Twenty
Tues. (Sandy) Alex G - House of Sugar / Men I Trust - Oncle Jazz / Pixies - Beneath the Eyrie
Wed. Charli XCX - Charli / Chelsea Wolfe - Birth of Violence / Jenny Hval - The Practice of Love / Blood Cultures - Oh Uncertainty! A Universe Despairs
Thurs. Twin Peaks - Lookout Low / Surf Curse - Heaven Surrounds You / Metronomy - Metronomy Forever
Thurs. (2) Sam Fender - Hypersonic Missles / Microwave - Death is a Warm Blanket / Devendra Banhart - Ma
this is an unofficial discussion for reactions to the album or whatever your little heart desires. this is for the sake of preserving discussion on as many albums as possible. if there's any releases for the week (or in general) that may be of interest missing from the schedule either PM me or leave a comment somewhere and i'll add it.
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2019.09.19 15:15 VietRooster [ALBUM DISCUSSION] Metronomy - Metronomy Forever

Metronomy - Metronomy Forever

Release Date: September 13th
Label: Because Music
Genre: Indietronica, Indie Pop
Singles: Salted Caramel Ice Cream, Wedding Bells
Streams: Spotify, Apple Music, Google Play
Schedule
Date Album
Mon. JPEGMAFIA - All My Heroes Are Cornballs / Alex Cameron - Miami Memory / Djo - Twenty Twenty
Tues. (Sandy) Alex G - House of Sugar / Men I Trust - Oncle Jazz / Pixies - Beneath the Eyrie
Wed. Charli XCX - Charli / Chelsea Wolfe - Birth of Violence / Jenny Hval - The Practice of Love / Blood Cultures - Oh Uncertainty! A Universe Despairs
Thurs. Twin Peaks - Lookout Low / Surf Curse - Heaven Surrounds You / Metronomy - Metronomy Forever
Thurs. (2) Sam Fender - Hypersonic Missles / Microwave - Death is a Warm Blanket / Devendra Banhart - Ma
this is an unofficial discussion for reactions to the album or whatever your little heart desires. this is for the sake of preserving discussion on as many albums as possible. if there's any releases for the week (or in general) that may be of interest missing from the schedule either PM me or leave a comment somewhere and i'll add it.
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2019.09.19 15:15 VietRooster [ALBUM DISCUSSION] Surf Curse - Heaven Surrounds You

Surf Curse - Heaven Surrounds You

Release Date: September 13th
Label: Danger Collective
Genre: Indie Pop, Post-Punk, Jangle Pop
Singles: Disco, Midnight Cowboy
Streams: Spotify, Apple Music, Google Play
Schedule
Date Album
Mon. JPEGMAFIA - All My Heroes Are Cornballs / Alex Cameron - Miami Memory / Djo - Twenty Twenty
Tues. (Sandy) Alex G - House of Sugar / Men I Trust - Oncle Jazz / Pixies - Beneath the Eyrie
Wed. Charli XCX - Charli / Chelsea Wolfe - Birth of Violence / Jenny Hval - The Practice of Love / Blood Cultures - Oh Uncertainty! A Universe Despairs
Thurs. Twin Peaks - Lookout Low / Surf Curse - Heaven Surrounds You / Metronomy - Metronomy Forever
Thurs. (2) Sam Fender - Hypersonic Missles / Microwave - Death is a Warm Blanket / Devendra Banhart - Ma
this is an unofficial discussion for reactions to the album or whatever your little heart desires. this is for the sake of preserving discussion on as many albums as possible. if there's any releases for the week (or in general) that may be of interest missing from the schedule either PM me or leave a comment somewhere and i'll add it.
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2019.09.19 15:14 VietRooster [ALBUM DISCUSSION] Twin Peaks - Lookout Low

Twin Peaks - Lookout Low

Release Date: September 13th
Label: Grand Jury Music
Genre: Indie Rock, Garage Rock
Singles: Dance Through It, Oh Mama
Streams: Spotify, Apple Music, Google Play
Schedule
Date Album
Mon. JPEGMAFIA - All My Heroes Are Cornballs / Alex Cameron - Miami Memory / Djo - Twenty Twenty
Tues. (Sandy) Alex G - House of Sugar / Men I Trust - Oncle Jazz / Pixies - Beneath the Eyrie
Wed. Charli XCX - Charli / Chelsea Wolfe - Birth of Violence / Jenny Hval - The Practice of Love / Blood Cultures - Oh Uncertainty! A Universe Despairs
Thurs. Twin Peaks - Lookout Low / Surf Curse - Heaven Surrounds You / Metronomy - Metronomy Forever
Thurs. (2) Sam Fender - Hypersonic Missles / Microwave - Death is a Warm Blanket / Devendra Banhart - Ma
this is an unofficial discussion for reactions to the album or whatever your little heart desires. this is for the sake of preserving discussion on as many albums as possible. if there's any releases for the week (or in general) that may be of interest missing from the schedule either PM me or leave a comment somewhere and i'll add it.
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2019.09.13 04:40 ThatGreenSolGirl Due Date Roll Call And List Of Parents

Every 6 months a new due date list is created because the old one becomes archived.
If you want to be included please comment in the format asked. For due dates the format is: Full month then day - your username with the correct capitalization/format
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This thread will expire around March 12, 2020. If you notice this thread is no longer accepting comments please message a mod so it can be resubmitted.
2019
October 20 - u/bagelsandcereal
October 22 a u/mrs-ron-weasley
October 23 - u/savagelatte
October 24th - u/whats_your_flavor
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October 26 - u/kahlualualua and AK_Stark
October 27 - u/Lcerrito
October 28 - tiffibean13 and bforbravo
October 29 - u/EMistic and gvarjasi
October 30 - u/jenniferm0123
November 1st - u/medboss
November 4 - somewhereyoufeelfree
November 7- u/HappyFern
November 10 - u/LavenderOtter143
November 15 - u/kanadia82
November 19 - acwylie
November 22- u/snowkitty100 and u/kklarue81 and u/WispyGrays
November 24 - MacDaddiO
November 30 - u/grisduck
December 1 - koobashell
December 5 - kumanoa and u/coppers_keeper
December 7 - u/eladee
December 8 - u/mbserd87
December 18 - u/LorlyPops and u/One_Angry_Dwarf
December 20 - LadyMogMog
December 25 - u/andreainternet
December 29 - u/samthemander
2020
January 2 -Elara829 and GetOutYourCane
January 3 - u/leighmd
January 5 - u/unusualhammer
January 17 - idoyogasometimes
January 21 - pinkestpickle
January 22 - sweetbluemango
February 2 - u/wakingupmaria
February 4 - u/casrif
February 5 - u/landofthemorningcalm
February 6 - u/panjabisher
February 8 - screamingaboutham and jmdtova
February 11 - u/biddleswife
February 14 - arethafeatherbottom and lululauren00
February 20 - amusedfeline
February 23 - u/987654321mre
February 24 - u/jenn4255
February 27 - wannabe_mama
March 2 - u/ThenTheyWereBatman and foxyfox74
March 3 - 1234ld
March 5 - u/not_all_cats
March 7 - u/ImFamousOnImgur with u/Objecting-Unicorn
March 8 - u/mrs_burkelton
March 11 - byrd1987
March 12, 2020 - PMMe_Prime_Ministers
March 19 is u/KittyKes
March 20, 2020 u/SuperTFAB
March 21 - u/thisismereallysigh
March 22 - byrd1987
March 25 - mrs_burkelton and u/Been_there_done_this
March 28- u/HeNe632
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2019.09.02 02:39 JimMarch Boardtrack Bikes – history and notes on building a quasi-replica “homage” bike, and by the way Glenn Curtiss was a BOSS! (part 1)

I want to build a quasi-replica “boardtracker” for the street, but based on what they might have become if the lineage had continued. I also want to explore WHY the roadrace and dirtrack lineages of bikes starting in the 1920s diverged from the boardtrackers which to my surprise didn’t evolve much between 1903 (yeah, I know, surprising date) and 1929 that I can easily track (near the end of the boardtrack period).
Actual history:
Officially, the first boardtrack motorcycle race was in Los Angeles in 1910. The steeply banked wooden tracks were based on the European “velodrome” bicycle racetracks which are still in use today. By 1931 the entire concept was shut down basically by insurance companies who saw this as not just dangerous as hell to the riders, but spectators too.
The bikes were still using “total loss” oiling – they had an oil tank that would drain slowly down into the motor’s innards and then fall out the bottom onto the wooden track which would soak it up. This of course caused crashes and then the whole thing tended to burst into flames.
Ooops.
Once the boardtracks were torn down, American motorcycle racing went to dirt tracks. I have two theories on why: one, it’s hard to get dirt to burn even if you do soak oil on it and two American fans were used to being able to see the whole race or at least most of it, the way NASCAR is still popular today
In Europe the tradition of road racing took hold, and is even older than boardtracks. This for example was the winner of the 1907 Isle of Mann TT race:
https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/news/624/cpsprodpb/EBF0/production/_104100406_download-2.png
To our eyes that’s a boardtracker. Right? Except this guy bought that straight from Norton as a “street” bike so it’s got fenders - https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-isle-of-man-46033017 (article that includes that picture).
But let me show you another – this bike set the world speed record (for any land vehicle) of 64mph in 1903:
https://assets.newatlas.com/dims4/default/2ea3d75/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1474x900+0+0/resize/840x513!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fassets.newatlas.com%2Farchive%2Fglen-curtis-pioneer-aviator-land-speed-record-holder-14.jpg
That’s a 1000cc V-twin using a motor Curtis himself designed. It’s about 10hp, maybe a bit more. Tell me that doesn’t look like a boardtracker? As far as I can tell his engine was significantly hotter than anything in use in the 1907 Isle of Mann race four years later.
He didn’t stop there. By 1907 he took four of those V-twins, turned them sideways like a Guzzi or a CX500, stacked them end on end in one crankcase, gave it a SHAFT drive instead of chain, got 40hp out of the whole mess and in a bike weighing a fraction over 250lbs, hit 136mph:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curtiss_V-8_motorcycle#/media/File:Glenn_Curtiss_on_his_V-8_motorcycle,_Ormond_Beach,_Florida_1907.jpg
That record wasn’t topped for 20 years!
And doing all this crazy shit, you know what he died of in the 1930s? Appendicitis. Swear to God. Dude was a BOSS.
But, he wasn’t a frame or suspension expert. He was a guy who built motors, intended from pretty much day one for aviation use (initially in dirigibles) but all kinds of other uses too.
I’m forced to confront the fact that he was just taking bicycle tech of the day, cramming an engine in it, bracing it some more to get the stability back (look at the extra fork bracing for starters!) and just “going for it”. He didn’t have the production numbers to get the tire and rim makers for example to make smaller-diameter stuff or convince anybody to make real suspension parts.
And I therefore think the guys making the early boardtrack bikes were in the same boat, and these bikes all look like this purely because of what was available, not necessarily what worked best.
BUT now let’s look forward – here’s a 1929 factory Harley board track racer:
https://stupiddope.com/2016/11/28/old-school-classics-1929-harley-davidson-peashoote
This one is a single because one thing that did change was engine power and at some point the V-twins got too dangerous and singles (nicknamed “peashooters”) became popular. But other than that this has all the hallmarks of a boardtracker (except the tires are bigtime wrong). Now here’s the most interesting comparison I found – the exact same year, same race engine Harley except in roadracing trim for European export:
https://ironageauctions.com/auctions/238886/
NOW we can see the divergence. The roadrace bike has a front suspension, bigger tank, fatter tires of smaller diameter. It’s still a hardtail (no rear suspension) so the fatter tires are likely “the suspension” of sorts. And because they’re fatter they’re heavier, so shrink the diameter to reduce weight. At a guesstimate this roadrace version of otherwise the same engine is heavier – ballpark 30 to 50 pounds I think?
And that’s the key.
The boardtrackers ran on big banks with little or no bumps, so they didn’t need the weight of a suspension system. They were closer to straight line speed machines like the 1903 and 1907 Curtis land speed bikes.
By the late board track period they DID have the option of running smaller-diameter fatter tires – options that weren’t available in 1910 and likely didn’t exist until...well, I’m not certain but somewhere in the 1920s I suspect. I haven’t dug into that because I don’t care – what matters to me is the boardtracker in close to it’s original form survived much later than I expected when I started this investigation. So as a high performance layout, the boardtrackers (possibly as an accident of their bicycle roots?!) had certain performance advantages.
In our timeline America’s main motorcycle sport switched from boardtrack to dirttrack by the early 1930s (and in transition in the 1920s). Watch the movie “On Any Sunday” (made in 1971 in America - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cN7tuTNCBZE for the whole thing) and you’ll see roadracing referred to as this exotic European thing. Had America’s motorcycle interest gone to roadracing in the 1930s forward, we likely would have gone the Euro route as well rather than try and adapt boardtrack tech to roadracing.
But – what if suspension tech had happened a bit sooner and it became practical to make a STREET “boardtracker” by the early 1930s? Could that have worked? What would it have looked like?
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s chapter where I try and explore that some.
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2019.09.02 01:18 JimMarch Boardtrack Bikes – history and notes on building a quasi-replica “homage” bike, and by the way Glenn Curtiss was a BOSS! (part 1)

I want to build a quasi-replica “boardtracker” for the street, but based on what they might have become if the lineage had continued. I also want to explore WHY the roadrace and dirtrack lineages of bikes starting in the 1920s diverged from the boardtrackers which to my surprise didn’t evolve much between 1903 (yeah, I know, surprising date) and 1929 that I can easily track (near the end of the boardtrack period).
Actual history:
Officially, the first boardtrack motorcycle race was in Los Angeles in 1910. The steeply banked wooden tracks were based on the European “velodrome” bicycle racetracks which are still in use today. By 1931 the entire concept was shut down basically by insurance companies who saw this as not just dangerous as hell to the riders, but spectators too.
The bikes were still using “total loss” oiling – they had an oil tank that would drain slowly down into the motor’s innards and then fall out the bottom onto the wooden track which would soak it up. This of course caused crashes and then the whole thing tended to burst into flames.
Ooops.
Once the boardtracks were torn down, American motorcycle racing went to dirt tracks. I have two theories on why: one, it’s hard to get dirt to burn even if you do soak oil on it and two American fans were used to being able to see the whole race or at least most of it, the way NASCAR is still popular today
In Europe the tradition of road racing took hold, and is even older than boardtracks. This for example was the winner of the 1907 Isle of Mann TT race:
https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/news/624/cpsprodpb/EBF0/production/_104100406_download-2.png
To our eyes that’s a boardtracker. Right? Except this guy bought that straight from Norton as a “street” bike so it’s got fenders - https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-isle-of-man-46033017 (article that includes that picture).
But let me show you another – this bike set the world speed record (for any land vehicle) of 64mph in 1903:
https://assets.newatlas.com/dims4/default/2ea3d75/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1474x900+0+0/resize/840x513!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fassets.newatlas.com%2Farchive%2Fglen-curtis-pioneer-aviator-land-speed-record-holder-14.jpg
That’s a 1000cc V-twin using a motor Curtis himself designed. It’s about 10hp, maybe a bit more. Tell me that doesn’t look like a boardtracker? As far as I can tell his engine was significantly hotter than anything in use in the 1907 Isle of Mann race four years later.
He didn’t stop there. By 1907 he took four of those V-twins, turned them sideways like a Guzzi or a CX500, stacked them end on end in one crankcase, gave it a SHAFT drive instead of chain, got 40hp out of the whole mess and in a bike weighing a fraction over 250lbs, hit 136mph:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curtiss_V-8_motorcycle#/media/File:Glenn_Curtiss_on_his_V-8_motorcycle,_Ormond_Beach,_Florida_1907.jpg
That record wasn’t topped for 20 years!
And doing all this crazy shit, you know what he died of in the 1930s? Appendicitis. Swear to God. Dude was a BOSS.
But, he wasn’t a frame or suspension expert. He was a guy who built motors, intended from pretty much day one for aviation use (initially in dirigibles) but all kinds of other uses too.
I’m forced to confront the fact that he was just taking bicycle tech of the day, cramming an engine in it, bracing it some more to get the stability back (look at the extra fork bracing for starters!) and just “going for it”. He didn’t have the production numbers to get the tire and rim makers for example to make smaller-diameter stuff or convince anybody to make real suspension parts.
And I therefore think the guys making the early boardtrack bikes were in the same boat, and these bikes all look like this purely because of what was available, not necessarily what worked best.
BUT now let’s look forward – here’s a 1929 factory Harley board track racer:
https://stupiddope.com/2016/11/28/old-school-classics-1929-harley-davidson-peashoote
This one is a single because one thing that did change was engine power and at some point the V-twins got too dangerous and singles (nicknamed “peashooters”) became popular. But other than that this has all the hallmarks of a boardtracker (except the tires are bigtime wrong). Now here’s the most interesting comparison I found – the exact same year, same race engine Harley except in roadracing trim for European export:
https://ironageauctions.com/auctions/238886/
NOW we can see the divergence. The roadrace bike has a front suspension, bigger tank, fatter tires of smaller diameter. It’s still a hardtail (no rear suspension) so the fatter tires are likely “the suspension” of sorts. And because they’re fatter they’re heavier, so shrink the diameter to reduce weight. At a guesstimate this roadrace version of otherwise the same engine is heavier – ballpark 30 to 50 pounds I think?
And that’s the key.
The boardtrackers ran on big banks with little or no bumps, so they didn’t need the weight of a suspension system. They were closer to straight line speed machines like the 1903 and 1907 Curtis land speed bikes.
By the late board track period they DID have the option of running smaller-diameter fatter tires – options that weren’t available in 1910 and likely didn’t exist until...well, I’m not certain but somewhere in the 1920s I suspect. I haven’t dug into that because I don’t care – what matters to me is the boardtracker in close to it’s original form survived much later than I expected when I started this investigation. So as a high performance layout, the boardtrackers (possibly as an accident of their bicycle roots?!) had certain performance advantages.
In our timeline America’s main motorcycle sport switched from boardtrack to dirttrack by the early 1930s (and in transition in the 1920s). Watch the movie “On Any Sunday” (made in 1971 in America - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cN7tuTNCBZE for the whole thing) and you’ll see roadracing referred to as this exotic European thing. Had America’s motorcycle interest gone to roadracing in the 1930s forward, we likely would have gone the Euro route as well rather than try and adapt boardtrack tech to roadracing.
But – what if suspension tech had happened a bit sooner and it became practical to make a STREET “boardtracker” by the early 1930s? Could that have worked? What would it have looked like?
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s chapter where I try and explore that some.
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2019.09.02 01:17 JimMarch Boardtrack Bikes – history and notes on building a quasi-replica “homage” bike, and by the way Glenn Curtiss was a BOSS! (part 1)

I want to build a quasi-replica “boardtracker” for the street, but based on what they might have become if the lineage had continued. I also want to explore WHY the roadrace and dirtrack lineages of bikes starting in the 1920s diverged from the boardtrackers which to my surprise didn’t evolve much between 1903 (yeah, I know, surprising date) and 1929 that I can easily track (near the end of the boardtrack period).
Actual history:
Officially, the first boardtrack motorcycle race was in Los Angeles in 1910. The steeply banked wooden tracks were based on the European “velodrome” bicycle racetracks which are still in use today. By 1931 the entire concept was shut down basically by insurance companies who saw this as not just dangerous as hell to the riders, but spectators too.
The bikes were still using “total loss” oiling – they had an oil tank that would drain slowly down into the motor’s innards and then fall out the bottom onto the wooden track which would soak it up. This of course caused crashes and then the whole thing tended to burst into flames.
Ooops.
Once the boardtracks were torn down, American motorcycle racing went to dirt tracks. I have two theories on why: one, it’s hard to get dirt to burn even if you do soak oil on it and two American fans were used to being able to see the whole race or at least most of it, the way NASCAR is still popular today
In Europe the tradition of road racing took hold, and is even older than boardtracks. This for example was the winner of the 1907 Isle of Mann TT race:
https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/news/624/cpsprodpb/EBF0/production/_104100406_download-2.png
To our eyes that’s a boardtracker. Right? Except this guy bought that straight from Norton as a “street” bike so it’s got fenders - https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-isle-of-man-46033017 (article that includes that picture).
But let me show you another – this bike set the world speed record (for any land vehicle) of 64mph in 1903:
https://assets.newatlas.com/dims4/default/2ea3d75/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1474x900+0+0/resize/840x513!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fassets.newatlas.com%2Farchive%2Fglen-curtis-pioneer-aviator-land-speed-record-holder-14.jpg
That’s a 1000cc V-twin using a motor Curtis himself designed. It’s about 10hp, maybe a bit more. Tell me that doesn’t look like a boardtracker? As far as I can tell his engine was significantly hotter than anything in use in the 1907 Isle of Mann race four years later.
He didn’t stop there. By 1907 he took four of those V-twins, turned them sideways like a Guzzi or a CX500, stacked them end on end in one crankcase, gave it a SHAFT drive instead of chain, got 40hp out of the whole mess and in a bike weighing a fraction over 250lbs, hit 136mph:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curtiss_V-8_motorcycle#/media/File:Glenn_Curtiss_on_his_V-8_motorcycle,_Ormond_Beach,_Florida_1907.jpg
That record wasn’t topped for 20 years!
And doing all this crazy shit, you know what he died of in the 1930s? Appendicitis. Swear to God. Dude was a BOSS.
But, he wasn’t a frame or suspension expert. He was a guy who built motors, intended from pretty much day one for aviation use (initially in dirigibles) but all kinds of other uses too.
I’m forced to confront the fact that he was just taking bicycle tech of the day, cramming an engine in it, bracing it some more to get the stability back (look at the extra fork bracing for starters!) and just “going for it”. He didn’t have the production numbers to get the tire and rim makers for example to make smaller-diameter stuff or convince anybody to make real suspension parts.
And I therefore think the guys making the early boardtrack bikes were in the same boat, and these bikes all look like this purely because of what was available, not necessarily what worked best.
BUT now let’s look forward – here’s a 1929 factory Harley board track racer:
https://stupiddope.com/2016/11/28/old-school-classics-1929-harley-davidson-peashoote
This one is a single because one thing that did change was engine power and at some point the V-twins got too dangerous and singles (nicknamed “peashooters”) became popular. But other than that this has all the hallmarks of a boardtracker (except the tires are bigtime wrong). Now here’s the most interesting comparison I found – the exact same year, same race engine Harley except in roadracing trim for European export:
https://ironageauctions.com/auctions/238886/
NOW we can see the divergence. The roadrace bike has a front suspension, bigger tank, fatter tires of smaller diameter. It’s still a hardtail (no rear suspension) so the fatter tires are likely “the suspension” of sorts. And because they’re fatter they’re heavier, so shrink the diameter to reduce weight. At a guesstimate this roadrace version of otherwise the same engine is heavier – ballpark 30 to 50 pounds I think?
And that’s the key.
The boardtrackers ran on big banks with little or no bumps, so they didn’t need the weight of a suspension system. They were closer to straight line speed machines like the 1903 and 1907 Curtis land speed bikes.
By the late board track period they DID have the option of running smaller-diameter fatter tires – options that weren’t available in 1910 and likely didn’t exist until...well, I’m not certain but somewhere in the 1920s I suspect. I haven’t dug into that because I don’t care – what matters to me is the boardtracker in close to it’s original form survived much later than I expected when I started this investigation. So as a high performance layout, the boardtrackers (possibly as an accident of their bicycle roots?!) had certain performance advantages.
In our timeline America’s main motorcycle sport switched from boardtrack to dirttrack by the early 1930s (and in transition in the 1920s). Watch the movie “On Any Sunday” (made in 1971 in America - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cN7tuTNCBZE for the whole thing) and you’ll see roadracing referred to as this exotic European thing. Had America’s motorcycle interest gone to roadracing in the 1930s forward, we likely would have gone the Euro route as well rather than try and adapt boardtrack tech to roadracing.
But – what if suspension tech had happened a bit sooner and it became practical to make a STREET “boardtracker” by the early 1930s? Could that have worked? What would it have looked like?
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s chapter where I try and explore that some.
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2019.08.26 02:23 MrQualtrough Can You Solve the Famous "Impossible Murder" of Julia Wallace

Summary: Referred to by some as the single greatest real-life "locked room murder mystery" of all time.
On the 19th of January 1931, a chess club attended by insurance agent William Herbert Wallace receives a strange telephone call. The caller asks them to pass on a message to William, giving the fictitious name "R M Qualtrough", stating they wish to see him on a matter of business the following night at 7.30 pm at the fictitious address 25 Menlove Gardens East (an address peculiar in its absence, there being a Menlove Gardens North, South, and West - but no East).
The following night William goes out to the appointment. Unable to locate the address, he returns home to find his wife Julia brutally battered to death in the parlor, and the money from his insurance collection box stolen.
William is initially convicted of murder and sentenced to death, but the decision is later overruled by the court of appeal. The first jury decision ever overruled by the court.
The full trial text: https://archive.org/stream/in.ernet.dli.2015.220695/2015.220695.The-Trial_djvu.txt
Further Evidence Including Post-Morten and Crime Scene Photos:
https://www.reddit.com/RBI/comments/d6br2c/help_solve_the_famous_impossible_murder_of_julia/f0rr8l3?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x
Important Pre-Notes:
  1. Although the crime was an apparent burglary, almost nothing was stolen. Random sheets and pillows seem to have been chucked around in one of the bedrooms upstairs, but the only thing stolen was the insurance collection money in the collection box, and the rings on Julia's fingers (William muttered this, but said she may have left them off that day).
  2. The cash box, after having apparently been stolen from, was then replaced back high up on the shelf where it was originally taken down from.
  3. Although R M Qualtrough did not exist, there was an R J Qualtrough who was a client of the Pru which William worked for. Another employee, Joseph Marsden, who William supervised, collected for R J Qualtrough and was potentially fired because of Qualtrough.
  4. Blood was found only within the parlor. Only two other marks of blood were at the scene, one drop in the toilet pan, and one on a bunch of pound notes in a vase upstairs. However these pound notes do NOT match the amount that would have been in the insurance box. It was widely speculated these marks were left by careless investigators.
  5. Although neighbors have reported to hear knocks on doors, and the opening and closing of neighbors' doors, and even sometimes conversations next door, NO such noise was reported by neighbors from the time William left until the time he got back.
  6. In those days gas jets were used for lights, so had to be manually lit with matches.
  7. Pay-ins for the Pru were on a Wednesday, which meant if someone was planning to steal from that cash box, they would be likely to get the biggest amount if they looted it on a Tuesday night - the same night on which this murder occurred.
  8. THE POSITION OF JULIA WALLACE WHEN FIRST STRUCK IS UNCERTAIN. There are too many conflicting reports by authors etc. whether she was sitting on the armchair to the left of the fireplace, or the two-seater sofa on the right, and whether her head was turned left or turned right... However, it does appear the violin case referenced is on the armchair in the photos, and therefore would mean it was hypothesized she was sat in the armchair.

The Full Story

The year is 1931. A man named William Herbert Wallace has been married and living with his wife Julia Wallace for about 16 years at 29 Wolverton Steet, Liverpool, England.
He works for the Prudential Assurance Company, she is unemployed.
THE NIGHT OF THE CALL (19th Jan, 1931):
On the night of Monday the 19th of January, William leaves home at about 19:15 to attend his chess club, though has missed the previous 5 meetings. Samuel Beattie who runs the chess club at Cottle's City Cafe where William is scheduled to play (a chart on the wall in the cafe shows when "W H Wallace" is due) receives an odd telephone call. The call is first attempted at exactly 19:18, apparently there is some error with the call box and operators have to manually put through the message, which they are successful in doing at 19:20. Because of the difficulty in putting the call through (there appears to have been a legitimate issue since even operators struggled and had to get their supervisor), the call kiosk and time of the call is logged for an engineer to look at. The kiosk used is a mere 300 yards from William's home in Wolverton street.
Caller: Is Mr. Wallace there?
Beattie: No
Caller: Can you give me the address?
Beattie: I'm afraid I can't.
Caller: But he will be there?
Beattie: I can't say. He may or may not. If he is coming, he will be here shortly. I suggest you ring up later.
Caller: Oh no, I can't, I am too busy; I have got my girl's twenty-first birthday party on and I want to do something for her in the way of his business. I want to see him particularly. Will you ask him to call around to my place tomorrow evening at 7:30?"
Beattie agrees to take the name, appointment time and address. The caller gives the name "R M Qualtrough" and the address "25 Menlove Gardens East, Mossley Hill", repeating both the name and address back to confirm he has got and spelled it correctly.
At roughly 19:45 William arrives at the club. There is a rule at the club that those who arrive after 19:45 are disqualified, but this rule is rarely adhered to. The opponent William is scheduled to meet, Mr. F C Chandler did not arrive that night, so William plays against a Mr McCartney (who he beats, causing William delight). Part way through his match, James Caird, a friend of William's, goes to Mr. Beattie's table to observe his match. Mr. Beattie asks him for William's address, and Caird tells him William is already at the club.
Upon hearing this news, Beattie goes to Wallace and tells that Mr. R M Qualtrough wishes to see him the following evening at 7:30 at 25 Menlove Gardens East, for something in the nature of his business. William reacts:
William: Qualtrough? Qualtrough? Who is he.
Beattie: Well, if you don't know who he is, then I do not.
William: I don't know the chap. Where is Menlove Gardens East? Is it Menlove Avenue?
Beattie: No, Menlove Gardens East.
William: Where is Menlove Gardens East?
Beattie: Wait a moment, I'll see whether Deyes (another member) knows (he did not).
Beattie knew of Menlove Avenue West (sic) but not Menlove Gardens East. Menlove Avenue is a rather well known road in the Mossley Hill area, running alongside Calderstone's Park which William sometimes visited with Julia. The Gardens is a triangular affair with a North, South and West. Menlove Gardens East does not exist.
At about 22:15 William leaves the club, arriving home at around 22:55.
THE DAY OF THE MURDER (20th Jan,1931):
The next day at 10:30 William leaves to begin his collection rounds wearing a dark mackintosh owing to the poor weather, taking insurance money which he will later place into the cash box which was stolen from at the scene of the crime. He returns home at 14:10 to have lunch, hanging up his rain-soaked dark raincoat (a mackintosh) in the hall.
At 15:15 William takes his lighter fawn raincoat, apparently owing to the weather having turned out nicer, and goes on his afternoon collection rounds. During collections, at 15:30, a police constable James Edward Rothwell who had known William as an insurance agent for about 2 years was cycling down Maiden Lane. In a statement he made, he says that he passed very close to William (although William did not notice him), and that William's face appeared "haggard and drawn", and that he appeared unusually distressed. He went on to say that William dabbed his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket and it looked as though he had been crying... Very shortly after this sighting, William called on an insurance client, who in court testified that he was his usual self and was joking with her. The defence at trial brought out a number of client's William had seen including some shortly after this time, and one couple who invited him in for a cup of tea which he accepted. All reported that he seems his usual self and nothing was out of the ordinary whatsoever.
In court the defence attempted to convince the constable that he was mistaken, and that William may have been dabbing his eyes due to the cold weather. However the constable was emphatic that although he considered eyes may water for that reason, that even if 25 witnesses were brought up who all found him normal, that he would stick to his opinion that William appeared extremely distressed to him, as though he had just suffered some sort of bereavement.
At the same time (15:30), Amy Wallace arrives at 29 Wolverton Street to visit Julia (her last visit being the Sunday prior with her son Edwin). Amy Wallace is William's sister-in-law, being married to Joseph Wallace who works abroad in Malaysia and is almost always away from home. According to Amy Wallace, she found out from Julia that William was off to a business appointment somewhere in the Calderstone's district that night. Next-door neighbors the Johnston family claimed they could always hear when Amy was visiting through their walls, owing to her loud voice.
Amy states that she left at about 16:30. At about this time the baker's boy (Neil Norbury) arrives to deliver Julia's bread. He later states she did not look well and was wearing some sort of scarf, but assured him it's just bronchitis. Just after this, Julia emerged in the backyard to pay her window cleaner Charlie Bliss. Neighbor Florence Johnston claimed that she also briefly spoke to Julia at this time.
By 17:45 William was just finishing up his insurance rounds, asking the time before making one final special call and returning to his home by what he estimates to be 18:05, and at 18:30 begins gathering documents together which he feels he may need for his business trip.

Of Critical Importance: At around 18:37 milk boy Alan Close (who is running quite late) claims that he knocks to deliver the milk and Julia answers. She then brings in the milk, returns the jug to Alan Close and tells him to run on home out of the cold, then closing the door on him. This is the final time the front door of 29 Wolverton Street will close!

According to William, he leaves home at around 18:45 in the fawn jacket he had worn earlier.
He claims that Julia followed him down the yard, bolting the gate behind him, which was their usual practice when one of them was going out, since it was more convenient for the tram stops to go out the back door and out the back entry which led onto Richmond Park. With the tram route he states to have taken, the absolute latest he could have left home to make this journey would have been at 18:50.
The Tram Rides:
He is not seen until the third tram, which he boards.
The conductor of this third tram Thomas Arthur Phillips later gives a statement to police. He states that William boarded, asking, "does this tram go to Menlove Gardens East?", he said no but that he could later switch. William told him that he had "urgent business" at "Menlove Gardens East", emphasizing the "east" and stating that he is a "stranger in the district". As Phillips went to collect his fare, William said "you won't forget Guard; I want to get to Menlove Gardens East."... At a later point William again speaks to Phillips, asking "how far is it now and where do I have to change?" and Phillips told him he would need to change at Penny Lane.
Upon arriving at Penny Lane, Phillips saw a No. 7 tram and told William to take that one. However, instead he saw William go towards a 5A tram and shouted: "Not that one! The No. 7 in the out loop!" He saw William go towards the No. 7 tram but could not tell if he boarded it. In actual fact he did NOT board it, instead he went back and boarded the 5A tram he was originally walking to when Phillips corrected him. Notably, in his own statements, William is insistent that conductor Phillips had told him to take the 5A.
He asked the conductor of the 5A tram (Arthur Thompson) to put him off at Menlove Gardens East. Upon arriving at Menlove Gardens West, the conductor put him off saying: "‘This is Menlove Gardens West. Menlove Gardens is a triangular affair, three roads. There are two roundabouts off on the right. You will probably find it is one of them." William thanked the conductor, adding that he "is a complete stranger round here."
The Wild Goose Chase:
Having arrived at Menlove Gardens at 19:20, he begins the snipe hunt for the mythical Menlove Gardens East. He began walking down Menlove Gardens North when he encountered a person leaving one of the homes. He asked this person if they could direct him to Menlove Gardens East, but unfortunately they said they "do not know where it is but that it might be further up in continuation of Menlove Gardens West."
He then walked back down Menlove Gardens West until he reached a road to his right – Dudlow Gardens. Retracing his steps, he arrived back at the junction of Dudlow Lane and the top of the lower part of Menlove Gardens West. Here, Wallace approached a young man, Sidney Hubert Green.
He asked Green (who described William as 5'10 and thin, wearing a darkish overcoat and trilby - though William is 6'2) if he knew where Menlove Gardens East was. In one of the more prolonged of the conversations he had with strangers that night, Green told him that Menlove Gardens East does not exist, but that there is a Menlove Gardens West. William said he knew and then went to knock on the door of 25 Menlove Gardens West, apparently suspicious Beattie may have got the address wrong.
The residents of 25 Menlove Gardens West answered his knock, and he asked them if a Mr Qualtrough lived there. The residents said he did not. Wallace then told them the tale of the call and the name of the man he is meant to meet, but they said they did not know anybody of that name.
He then went to try Menlove Gardens South and North, but discovered they only have even numbers, and walked to the end of Menlove Gardens North which led onto Menlove Avenue. After asking another stranger where the address is and finding himself at the top of Green Lane, it is here that William alledges that he ONLY NOW realized where he was (he was on the street where his supervisor Mr. Crewe lived). Though Mr. Crewe on trial claimed that William had only been to his home 5 times for violin lessons, this was in fact untrue, and William had also called a number of times for business reasons, and at least once a week at some point for a 2 month period.
William knocked at Crewe's door, but unbeknownst to William, Crewe had gone out that night to the cinema.
Finding that Crewe was not home, William went walking down Green Lane and came across a police officer. He asked him where Menlove Gardens East was, to which the officer replied no such place exists and that he'd never heard the name Qualtrough in the district. William then went on to tell the officer of the whole saga, how someone had placed a call to his chess club calling themselves R M Qualtrough and how he was meant to meet him at Menlove Gardens East... The policeman told him he should try 25 Menlove Avenue. Wallace went to turn away but then turned back and asked if the officer knew where he could find a street directory (which at the time worked like a modern day phone book). The officer suggested the Post Office. William then drew out his watch, saying to the officer: "It is not 8 o'clock yet." the officer did the same and confirmed that it was a quarter to 8.
At the post office there was no directory, but Wallace asked the clerk there if they knew of Menlove Gardens East or Qualtrough. They said they had not but to try the newspaper shop. William noted the time on the clock of the Post Office and then went across the road to the newspaper shop where there was in fact a newspaper directory.
He asked the assistant who had approached him to see if he needed any help "do you know what I am looking for?", the assistant responded in the negative, and William told her the reasons behind his journey and that he needed Menlove Gardens East. The assistant told William that there is no Menlove Gardens East. Only a North, South, and West. She even checked the accounts to see if a Mr. Qualtrough or residents of Menlove Gardens East had ever had an account there. She came up with nothing.
At this point, William left and took the tram home. Nobody noticed him on his journey home.
The Discovery of the Body:
Though William stated that he never spoke to anybody on the way home, a local, Lily Hall, who knew Julia from church and had known Mr. Wallace by sight for years, gave a statement not too long after the murder which contradicted this. Apparently saw the very distinctive figure standing at the back entry to the homes of Wolverton Street, in a darkish overcoat and trilby hat (the same outfit Green had described) talking to another figure, who was about 5'8 and of stocky build, wearing a dark overcoat and cap. However William denied this.
Back to the story, William says that he tried his key in the front door but found it would not open, he knocked to no answer. He went round to the back, finding the back gate open, and went up to the back door with his key. He attempted to open it, but it was bolted, knocking again he found no answer. He then went round to the front door again, and once again could not get in and nobody answered... One more time he went around to the back of the home, and at this point, his next door neighbors Florence and John Sharp Johnston are coincidentally just leaving their house to visit a relative. In court Mrs. Johnston would testify to have heard William knock gently on his back door.
William asks them if they've heard anything suspicious tonight and they say they haven't. He tells them he's unable to get into his home, so John tells him to try to open it again, and if he can't, he'll go and get his own key. "She won't be out, she has such a terrible cold..." William muttered.
In their presence, the door opens which William signals by calling out "it opens now". John says that he and Florence will wait outside as he goes and looks around. They watch his passage through the home by the lights, and hear him call out "Julia?" twice inquisitively as he searches around. Eventually he enters the dark parlor and finds her dead. He hurries outside and tells the Johnstons: "Come and see! She's been killed!"
"What's wrong? Has she fallen down the stairs?" Mr. Johnston asks. Following William inside they come across the body in the parlor. Though no furniture has apparently been displaced, blood has been sprayed as high as 7 feet off the floor over the walls (although most no more than 4 feet high), and a giant pool of blood has collected under Julia's body, with brain matter around her skull. "Oh you poor dear!" says Florence Johnston. "Is she cold?" asks Mr. Johnston to which Florence shakes her head. William continues to repeat "they've finished her... They've finished her."
According to William, the parlor was only used for entertaining guests or when he and Julia had musical evenings, where she would play the piano while he accompanied her on the violin.
As they all went into the living kitchen (back in those days, the "living kitchen" was where people would spend most of their days), William pointed the direction of the Johnstons to a cupboard door which had been wrenched off. On the floor were a few coins. "Is anything missing" asked Mr. Johnston. William then reached up and took down his insurance collection box from atop a shelf, and noted that it had been looted (everything aside from a single dollar bill he kept, and four stamps). John asked how much was missing, and he gave a rough estimate but said he couldn't be sure until he'd checked his books.
Mr. Johnston urged William to go upstairs and check everything is in order before he goes for the police. William went upstairs, returning a little while later saying that everything was in order and that there were five pounds in a dish that they hadn't taken. With this, Mr. Johnston went off for a doctor and then to the police.
As Mr. Johnston went off for the police he coincidentally bumped into his daughter Norah's fiancé George McElroy close to the house, who had been on his way to see Norah.
William and Florence returned to the parlor, where Florence again felt Julia and noticed that she had become cooler. "Whatever have they used (to kill her with)?" Florence asked, while glancing around the room. Something very peculiar, that in court this line was attributed to being said by William, and was used against him by the prosecution. His defence team did not pick up on this, disgracefully.
As Florence and William examined the body closely William suddenly noticed something and said: "Why, whatever was she doing with her raincoat; and my raincoat?" (the actual word is mackintosh but I'm making it American-friendly), "why, is it your raincoat?" asked Mrs. Johnston. William confirmed that it was.
At this point the two go back to the kitchen. According to Florence she didn't know what to do with idle hands so said "well, we'll have a fire then!" and put the kitchen fireplace on.

The ORIGINAL Body Positioning: Julia was lying on her right-hand side, almost diagonally across the rug, her legs slightly parted, her feet lying flat on their sides close to the right-hand end of the fender, toes pointing toward the window. Her right arm was hidden beneath her body; her left arm lying against her body, was bent at the elbow, the forearm resting over her chest, the fingers almost touching the floor. Approximately 18 inches from the open door, Julia’s head lay on its right side, her eyes staring out toward the window. Surrounding her head was a 9-inch border of congealing blood, brain tissue and bone. Just above, and in front of her left ear was a huge, cruel opening in her skull, 2 inches wide by 3 inches long, through which what remained of her brain could be seen.
- Gannon, John. The Killing of Julia Wallace . Amberley Publishing. Kindle Edition.

The Police Arrive:
At 21:10 the police arrive. Curiously, Julia's beloved black pet cat also randomly shows back up, which had allegedly been missing for 24 hours in the harsh January weather. As the cat walks down the hall Florence Johnston cries out "don't let it see her!" but fortunately the cat simply ambles past and does not enter the parlor.
The body and some items of furniture are moved, making the police photographs of the crime scene somewhat inaccurate. According to Florence, when shown the photographs in the court, she claimed it looked like "a faked room".
The first policeman to arrive at the scene is a PC Williams (who I will refer to as constable W to avoid confusion). Constable W follows William around the home. Finding the laboratory in order they go into the bathroom where there is a light on. "We usually have a light on in here" William says. They then go into the middle bedroom where the Wallaces slept, and the gas light in this room is also burning. Constable W questions this. William says that he changed himself in this room and that he himself had probably left the light on. He then goes to a vase, and pulls out 5 pound notes (the ones later found with blood smeared upon them): "Here is some money which has not been touched." says William. Constable W tells him to put it back where he found it.
In the front bedroom there was no light but a scene of disarray, random clothing and sheets were thrown around, though nothing had been taken according to William, and all drawers were shut.
After inspecting the kitchen - with William reporting the money looted from the cash box, and apparently something about the money in Julia's handbag which the constable could not make out (nothing had been taken from it), they went back to the parlor and inspected the body.
The constable asked William if any lights were on in the house when he returned. He explained that apart from the two upstairs (in the bathroom and middle bedroom), the home had been in complete darkness.
Forensics
Professor MacFall was the main forensic investigator in this case. He made a massive error by basing the time of death on only rigor mortis, rather than using the much more accurate rectal temperature. Another error is that Julia was believed to be in her early 50s, when in reality she was lying about her age and was in fact very nearly 70.
Based on rigor mortis MacFall at first put her time of death at 8 PM, but then made it 6 PM, which put William himself in the frame for the killing.

Report of the Post-Mortem on the body of Julia Wallace, found murdered at 29 Wolverton Street on 20.1.31
[1] On 21.1.31 at Princes Dock Mortuary, I made a P.M. examination of the body of Julia Wallace. Woman about 55 years, 5’ 3/4”, lightly built, prominent abdomen. No linea abicantes [stretch marks on the skin that often follow pregnancy]. The external genital orifice was quite clean with no evidence of blood.
[2] There was a small recent bruise mark on the inside of the left upper arm. There were no other marks of violence on the trunks or limbs. The hair was matted with blood and brain tissue. The hair was removed. Two inches above the zygoma was a large lacerated wound 2” by 3” from which brain and bone were protruding. On the back of the head on the left side were ten diagonal apparently incised wounds.
[3] On removal of the scalp the left frontal bone was driven into the front of the brain corresponding to the external wound. The whole of the left side of the back of the skull was driven in and broken into pieces. The injury extended into the middle and rear fossae, fracturing and breaking up the rear part of the cerebellum, bursting the tentorium cerebelli and breaking up the left part of the cerebellum. The left lateral sinus was broken across, also the meningeal arteries.
[4] The appearance was as if a terrific force with a large surface had driven in the scalp, bursting it in parallel lines, with the appearance of several incised wounds, but the edges of these wounds was not sharp.
[5] The lungs, heart, kidney and spleen were normal. The stomach contained about four ounces semifluid food consisting of currants, raisins, and unmasticated lumps of carbohydrate. The small bowel was normal, the caecum ascending and transverse colon were enormously and chronically distended – typical constipation bowel. Uterus virginal and clean. The vagina clean and no evidence of bleeding. The right ovary normal, the left 3½ by 2½ fibroid.
[6] I am of the opinion that death was due to fracture of the skull by someone striking the deceased three or four times with a hard large-headed instrument.

Opinion was later changed to state that Julia had been hit 11 times in a "frenzied" attack. In a later report he states:

On 20.1.31 at 9:50pm, I was called to Wolverton Street, Anfield. In the parlour I saw the dead body of a woman… The hands were cold but the body warm; rigor mortis now present only in the upper parts of the left arm but by about 1 o’clock had extended to the right arm and right leg, but on no part was there any marked rigidity. From these two observations, it was most likely that death had taken place two hours before my arrival.

By his above report his initial estimate as to the time of death was 19:50 at the earliest. However, he later changed his mind without explanation and stated that the time of death was 18:00. However, this earlier time of death would be inconsistent with the sighting of Alan Close reported, as well as the sightings of several others who had seen Julia before Alan Close's arrival.

The Suspects

William Herbert Wallace - William was the husband of Julia, and originally convicted of her murder. The time he left his home and arrived at the chess club is consistent with him having made the call himself if he had taken a different tram route than the one he claimed (although his tram route on this night was never checked). One operator said the voice sounded like an older man... The prosecution asserted William had called the club himself using a disguised voice to provide himself with an alibi for the following night.
William also had admitted to visiting Calderstones park with Julia, which Menlove Avenue runs adjacent to, and Julia had allegedly told Amy that William was off to the "Calderstones" district for business that night. At the same time, William told tram conductors that he was a "total stranger to the district" and claimed to have not realized where he was until he happened upon the street his supervisor lives on.
Although the ailing William would have had at most about 12 minutes to kill his wife, ensure he was free from any blood, and stage a robbery (although the latter could have been done in advance), the prosecution alleged he had donned the raincoat as a shield from blood and brutally beaten his wife to death.
However he had given his tram route before he knew the telephone booth location had been traced (if this tram route was correct, he could not have called), and the timing seems very tight for a murderer to get away so clean. The chess club captain Samuel Beattie had known for many years and stated emphatically it was NOT William's voice.
William was a keen chemist and botanist, and was buried with his wife Julia in Anfield cemetary. He suffered most of his life with severe kidney disease, and was probably aware he did not have long to live.
Photo: https://coolinterestingstuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/image87.jpg
Richard Gordon Parry - Richard Parry was a petty thief and local "badboy". He was William's own prime suspect. He had worked for the Pru where he was supervised by William, though he had fiddled the accounts book and eventually left the Pru to join another insurance firm.
He gave a COMPLETELY false alibi for the night of the telephone call, although he had a solid alibi for the night of the murder which covered him from 5:30 PM until 8:30 PM. He had been with a Mrs. Brine, and was also seen by another individual, and had been to a Williamson's. He performed other menial tasks that day.
According to a garage man Parkes, Parry had gone to his garage that night and requested his car be hosed down. Parkes claimed he found a blood-covered glove in the glove compartment and that Parry had grabbed it saying "if the police found that, that would hang me!" then apparently randomly volunteered the information that he'd dropped the murder weapon down a grid on Priory Road. Parkes also claimed that Parry had come wearing fishing gear and wading boots. However, police noted that the crime scene was not consistent with blood dripping off of a waterproof surface, and Parkes gave his statement on a radio show after Richard Parry had died.
Richard Parry was though, known to be a member of a drama club which met at the same cafe where William's chess club met, and a schedule posted on the wall could have easily been seen by him, which would have told him which dates William was set to go to the club. He was also known to enjoy making prank calls.
He is a friend of Joseph Caleb Marsden (the man for whom R J Qualtrough was once a client), and referred to by William as a family friend. Supposedly Julia had doted on him.
Richard had been into the Wallace's home on several occasions, had seen William put money into the cash box (which was always kept in the same place), and knew that Prudential pay-ins were made on Wednesdays, so one could expect the biggest bounty on a Tuesday after William had returned from work.
Photo: http://criminalia.es/wp-content/gallery/casos-w/El-caso-Wallace/050-El-caso-Wallace-sospechoso-Richard-Gordon-01.jpg
John Sharp Johnston - John and his wife Florence were apparently leaving their house by pure coincidence just as William came back around to the back door for the second time. It has been asserted by some that John had in fact still been in the house when William got home, and when William went back around to the front for the second time, John slipped out the back, and he and his wife "intercepted" him. We know that they had a key which would allow them entry into the Wallace's home.
John and Florence moved out the very next day. They said the move was already planned.
The issue is that the name R M Qualtrough strongly ties to someone from the Pru or someone who knew R J Qualtrough. The first letter could be coincidence, and the person may have used the "Qualtrough" name which was the name of a butcher who owned a store 3 miles away, but it would be a rather considerable coincidence.
He matches the description of the man Lily Hall reported to see talking to William in the back entry, an encounter William denied.
Photo: https://d6jf304m27oxw.cloudfront.net/the-killing-of-julia-wallace-an-impossible-murdejohnstons.jpg
Joseph Caleb Marsden - Almost nothing is known about this man, except that he was friends with Richard Parry and had got a job at the Pru through Richard, who had recommended him to William. He had also been to William's home and covered for him while he (William) was sick.
R J Qualtrough was one of his clients, and may have been the man who caused him to lose his job with the Pru.
Joseph's alibi for the night of the murder is that he had "flu".
He married a wealthy woman shortly after the murder.
A Former Lover or Family Member of Julia - If it had been a person known to Julia who she admitted into the home willingly, she may well have supplied them with information which they could use to get William out of the home.
Supposedly it was Julia who convinced William to go on the trip. He alleges that he was uncertain but she urged him, saying they could do with the money.
Julia was completely estranged from her family. Her sister Amy Dennis requested her jacket, but none attended her funeral. She lied about her past, faking her age by almost 20 years and stating she came from a well-to-do French family with a mother "Aimee", which was all a pack of lies.
Joseph Wallace - A very outsider and unlikely suspect since Joseph Wallace was supposedly in Malaysia at the time, and only sailed back to the UK when he had heard what had happened. However I can't actually find 100% proof of this (I'm sure someone would be able to).
William and Joseph looked so alike, all except for the height (William being 6'2, Joseph 5'11), that they were often referred to as the "Wallace twins". It is interesting that Green described William as being "5'10" considering... Also the very little known fact that at around 7 o'clock on the night of a murder, a man very much matching the description of Joseph hailed a cab to Kingsley Road wearing a dark overcoat and carrying an umbrella. He was around 50 and well spoken, with hair that had just started to turn grey. The driver reported him to police because he had asked before getting in the cab in a very agitated manner "you won't kill me will you?!" Then, when reassured by the cab driver, said that he's sorry he's just in an agitated state.
Kingsley road is just a 10 minute walk from the third tram William supposedly took on the night of the murder, and the first tram he was actually seen on.
However, if Crewe had been in and he really had knocked there, surely Crewe would have realized this was not William.
Photo: https://i.imgur.com/Zd9BUiK.png

Motives?

Affair - At the time rumors were flying that William was having an affair with Amy Wallace. Joseph Wallace was indeed away almost all the time and of course she had needs. At the same time, Julia was near 70 and may not have the same sexual desires as a younger woman. William also looks identical to Joseph, her husband.
Interestingly, when police arrived at the home and asked what was missing, aside from the missing money from the cash box, William randomly said a "dog lash" was missing from the hall and had been missing for about 12 months. A dog lash is often used as bondage equipment, although people sometimes kept them for protection... The Wallaces never owned a dog.
Amy Wallace was rumored to have indulged in "beating black boys" with whips while she herself was in Malaysia for sexual gratification.
Homosexual Coverup - At the time, homosexuality was still a huge deal. There has been a couple of tip offs that William was in fact bisexual and hiring rent boys including Richard Parry and Joseph Marsden. With Marsden engaged to a rich woman, exposure may possibly have been strong enough of a motive to commit murder.
Robbery - Apparently at the time some believed penny-pinching William was hiding something of a "nest egg" in his home. And of course, those familiar with his insurance business would probably know that he kept insurance takings in the home. Anyone who knew the location of this cash box may have felt inclined to try and steal from it.
Anyone very familiar with his business may have purposefully targeted the tuesday night to maximize the amount of money in the box.
William stated that when he AND Julia left the home together, they would actually take with them ALL the money in the house, including the insurance takings. So for someone who knew them very well, they might also know this curious fact and therefore know that they need one person to be in the home.
However, if it was a robbery, unless aborted very soon into it, then it appears not much attempt was made to seriously burglarize the place.

More Information

More on the case: https://inacityliving.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-wallace-murder-case.html
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2019.03.08 22:09 ThatGreenSolGirl Due Date Roll Call and List of Parents

Every 6 months a new due date list is created because the old one becomes archived.
If you want to be included please comment in the format asked. For due dates the format is: Full month then day - your username with the correct capitalization/format
For parents the format is your username - What you'd like to say about your baby, so baby peanut, baby girl, baby (name) born Month Day, Year
This thread will expire around September 8, 2018. If you notice this thread is no longer accepting comments please message a mod so it can be resubmitted.
2019
August 22 - u/MStock_t1
August 23 - iliikepie
August 24 - PurpleLily
August 28 - u/ToastedPoodle and theresejo
August 29th u/runninglucy
August 30 - reluctantlydecaf
August 31 - nelvana
September 1 - infertymyrty and snowballmouse
September 2 - u/RTJ333
September 4- u/arlenev0420
September 6 - u/AllTheStars07
September 9 - I-we-Gaia and ohiosunshine
September 16 - cdf817
September 22 - tilman2015
October 3 - grisduck
October 7 - u/missolli3
October 9 - justcallme_c
October 10 - littlest1
October 12 - MissEL17
October 13 thegreymalkindidit
October 15 - u/eldjerid
October 16 - xisus and ranatrafusca
October 17 - ohlookapuppy
October 20 - u/bagelsandcereal
October 22 a u/mrs-ron-weasley
October 23 - u/savagelatte
October 24th - u/whats_your_flavor
October 25 - u/pan-pamdilemma and bubbob5817
October 26 - u/kahlualualua and AK_Stark
October 27 - u/Lcerrito
October 28 - tiffibean13
October 29 - u/EMistic and gvarjasi
October 30 - u/jenniferm0123
November 1st - u/medboss
November 4 - somewhereyoufeelfree
November 7- u/HappyFern
November 10 - u/LavenderOtter143
November 19 - acwylie
November 22- u/snowkitty100 and u/kklarue81 and u/WispyGrays
November 24 - MacDaddiO
November 30 - u/grisduck
December 1 - koobashell
December 5 - kumanoa and u/coppers_keeper
December 7 - u/eladee
December 8 - u/mbserd87
December 20 - LadyMogMog
December 25 - u/andreainternet
2020
January 2 -Elara829 and GetOutYourCane
January 3 - u/leighmd
January 5 - u/unusualhammer
January 17 - idoyogasometimes
January 21 - pinkestpickle
January 22 - sweetbluemango
February 4 - u/casrif
February 8 - screamingaboutham
March 2 - u/ThenTheyWereBatman and foxyfox74
March 3 - 1234ld
March 7 - u/ImFamousOnImgur with u/Objecting-Unicorn
March 11 - byrd1987
March 22 - byrd1987
March 30 - u/bowla-gravy
Moms and Dads
tothemoonsunshine - baby born July 10, 2012
amorninggrouch - Penelope born August 2012
ratherbesleeping - Elliot born September 2012
curiouslywanting - Leo born October 2012
SpicyWolf47 - Evie born January 2013
WiggleBottom - Issac born March 28, 2013
tothemoonsunshine - baby born March 29, 2013
uhohhno - O born April 2013
Ephymeris - baby girl Rielle born June 27, 2013
thatgreensolgirl - Boy born July 2013
hurryupbaby - Luke born August 2013
xxlilstepsxx - Conlan born August 2013
nicup79 - Zoë born October 16, 2013
tasha_s - Evan born October 2013
farmererin - Charlotte born October 2013
asjs5 - Robert born October 20, 2013
pnut - Mabel born October, 2013
MountaintopMoment - Montgomery and Edmund born November 6, 2013
jdaria - Benjamin born November 11, 2013
beaReddy - Elliot born November 2013
gardengirl129 - Baby Boy E born November 2013
nichole123 - Judah born December 23, 2013
honmamichin - Z born December 2013
njen - Kane born December 2013
redidnot - Freya born December 2013
moontrooper - baby boy born December 2013
reginalove84 - Oliver born January 2014
rcb1813 - Alice Mae born January 2014
erinrae0814 - Mauro and Luca born January 2014
flybymight - Talia born January 2014
KittyL0ver - Alex born January 2014
fuzzywuzzypenguin - Georgette born January 2014
ReindeerPoopRVA - V born January 2014
midnightagenda - Evan Alexander born February 27, 2014
BlueBronzeTen - Madeline born March 2014
NBPTS - Twins born March 2014
positivelywaiting - Emily born March 25, 2014
husbandfarts - Baby farts born April 2014
parasitic_spin - Baby girl born April 8, 2014
jumpycan - Henry born April 11, 2014
beermethestrength - William born April 17, 2014
superciliouslessons - Alistair born April 2014
mack2nite - Baby Mack girl born May 16, 2014
JuniorWick - BabyWick born May 21, 2014
jane_ire - Lucy Theresa born May 24, 2014
stringbeena - Caroline born June 23, 2014
countofmoldycrisco - Baby girl born July 7, 2014
milfanie - Eliza born July 8, 2014
PirateZero - Zoya born July 14, 2014
weejadoo - Baby boy born July 16, 2014
slumlord2001 - Mia born July 18, 2014
bebbykins - Griffin born July 21, 2014
eliwhi - Micah and Beckett July 24, 2014
RevealNothing - Henrik born July 29, 2014
cheshirecat99 - Nathan born July 30, 2014
jmdtova - Amelia Rose born August 1, 2014
KosherDill - Norah born August 4, 2014
zzzzygote - Liam born August 7, 2014
AwkwardOrangeHippo - Claire born August 15, 2014
Rdleela - Lux born August 16, 2014
buddha_obrien - Darby Elaine born August 20, 2014
sroethele - Jude born August 27, 2014
socphd - Katherine born August 30, 2014
mhende - Eloise born August 31, 2014
TracyKasten - George William and Marie Lynn born September 2, 2014
dedicednu - boy born September 17, 2014
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skunk-works - twin boys born September 27, 2014
LowOnHope - twin boys born October 9, 2014
cats_love_lutefisk - twin girls born October 20, 2014
nfgchick79 - Baby K born October 29, 2014
OrganizedSprinkles - Dennis born November 7, 2014
biogenmom - Carson born November 16, 2014
thinkdaisy - daughter born November 21, 2014
pnkpanthr25 -Jameson and Donovan born December 1, 2014
jalyndai - Seth born December 3, 2014
disquietingmuses - Hazel born December 20, 2014
magooey - baby girl born December 21, 2014
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thatpoloniusguy - Julia born January 3, 2015
zoraptera - Baby Zed born January 17, 2015
Ro_in_the_room - Samuel born January 29, 2015
BeefyKat - Boy born January 30th 2015
okibubm - Baby girl Gianna born February 12, 2015
apanda1084 - baby boy L born March 13, 2015
montanadoodle - baby Z born March 14, 2015
razzertto - Baby girl LL born March 23, 2015
Hopecat - Babies J and V born March 29, 2015
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SweetSheepie - Victoria born April 7, 2015
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Shh_its_me - Babies J and O born April 26, 2015
RositaYouBitch - Baby boy "Pond" born May 3, 2015
GrammaMo - Baby girl M born May 7, 2015
Iamagnu - Daughter born May 8, 2015
melissaelaine - Baby boy born June 2015
talula79 - Matilda born June 1, 2015
curiouslywanting - JP born June 1, 2015
SJP8 - Baby girl SJP born June 19, 2015
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dutchqueen - Emma and Mason born July 16, 2015
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septicidal - Baby Boy G born on November 21, 2015
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Queen_Red - Girl born November 30, 2015
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HeartChakra22 - Bradley born February 21, 2016
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uhohhno - E born April 2016
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ravdaggry - Twin boys born May 19, 2016
J_schustey & C_schustey - Boy/Girl Twins born May 25, 2016
marbleavengers - Lady C born June 9, 2016
mint_peppermint_tea - E born June 12, 2016
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micmel444 - Baby B born June 25, 2016
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Rdleela - Second child born July 23, 2016
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Tamoss - Baby girl A born September 15th 2016
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2019.01.11 15:02 zanpreston [QUESTION] Looking for opinions on an amp purchase...

Hi all, I'm looking to purchase a new amp within the next couple of weeks or so. Currently, I own a Victory Sheriff 22 with a 1x12 Cab loaded with a Creamback. With this, I mainly play blues and some rock. However, I'm getting back into the jazz game and am going to be joining up with a big band. So I need something that has much higher headroom and a more fender-like clean. I'm not looking at fenders, because a twin reverb seems nuts, and a deluxe might break up too soon (plus, I like princetons a lot but I definitely don't think that's going to work).
My budget is around $1500USD. I can probably go a bit above, but would like to stay pretty close to that. I'd like to stay with tube amps, since I've just never been happy with my solid state amps in the past.
Here's what I'm currently considering:
Victory V40 Deluxe Head: Good cleans, reverb, and tremolo. Good headroom and power, and takes pedals well. However, out of stock at the online shop where I'd probably buy it (they weren't able to give me a restock date) and no one carries it within a reasonable distance.
Supro Royal Reverb: Seems to get good reviews. Reverb and Tremolo are supposedly pretty lush (and sound good in videos) and seems to have a good amount of headroom (especially at the 65w setting). There's supposed to be one at a shop about an hour from me and I'm planning on testing it out either this weekend or next.
And for the rogue entry (and where I'm really intrigued),
Rivera Venus Deux Recording (25w, either the head or the combo). This amp was built for good headroom and taking pedals. The reverb seems to be well reviewed and sounds good in videos but it doesn't go to surf levels, and supposedly gets pretty bright when above 7 or so (I don't expect that to be an issue for me). The settings on it are pretty unique with the ability to go more blackface or tweed sounding and with the focus knob for the speaker tightness. The cab sim could be handy in certain situations and could make practicing without disturbing the wife easy, but wouldn't get much use overall. The head would mean taking up less space, however, the combo would allow for a dual amp setup just for fun. My issues are that there aren't a ton of reviews online, but those that have them seem to love them. No one carries them locally, so I'd probably have to order off of Sweetwater and then ship it back if I didn't like it.
What are peoples thoughts? Does anyone have experience with Rivera and particularly that model (or the old Venus Deux, which just didn't have the cab sim stuff)?
All thoughts and suggestions are welcome! Thanks for sticking with me everyone!
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2018.12.03 21:23 elixtarnar Sziget 2019 Rumour Mill

You asked for more leaks, but even I don't know what names will Sziget announce next. However, in this post you can find below a list of acts that Sziget could get, because they have gigs in Europe in August!
Last edits:
12.03.2018. Reason: added more Reading & Leeds names to the list + Frequency Festival names + suggestions.
12.04.2018. Reason: added names from the Boardmasters Festival UK + other suggestions
12.07.2018 Cut out Balaton Sound names
12.10.2018 Added Father John Misty (gig in Portugal), Scorpions, Slayer, Major Lazer + other Bloodstock Open Air heavy metal acts
12.11.2018 Added Tame Impala & others that are performing at Flow Festival + Highfield Festival names + New Order
12.13.2018 Added Sonus Festival (Croatia) acts
12.15.2018 + Oscar and the Wolf (Belgium gig), Sting (France), Ariana Grande (European stadium gigs)
12.16.2018 + Deadmau5 (Creamfields) & Jess Glyne (UK)
12.19.2018 + Kylie Minogue (UK gig) + The Good, The Bad & the Queen (Luxembourg gig) + Indie Music Festival (Ireland) + Awake (Romania) + Victorious (UK) names + Frequency Festival (Austria) new names
12.20.2018 + Boomtown (UK) names
12.23.2018 + Madness (UK gig)
01.23.2019 Added suggestions from comments + Pstereo, South West Four, Ms Dockville & Øyafestivalen names.
01.25.2019 + The Chemical Brothers + Bay Fest (Italy) names
01.28.2019 + ArcTanGent Festival (UK) & Paredes de Coura (Portugal) names
01.29.2019 Added Blue Moon Festival (Netherlands) + some Green Man (UK) names
01.30.2019 + Lowlands Festival (Netherlands) names
01.31.2019 Added Reading & Leeds (UK) new names
02.01.2019 Added Deerhunter (Portugal) + Check in Party Festival (France) & Way Out West (Sweden) + Lokerse Feesten (Belgium) names
02.02.2019 Added The Darkness (touring with Ed Sheeran) + Edinburgh Summer Sessions (UK) names
02.07.2019 + Boardmasters (UK), South West Four (UK), Tsunami Xixon (Spain) & SonneMondSterne Festival (Germany) names
02.08.2019 Added Jugendfest (Norway) names
02.11.2019 Added Boomtown (UK) acts
02.12.2019 Cut out this day's Sziget announcement + added Rock En Seine (France) names
02.13.2019 Added Victorious Festival (UK) names
02.14.2019 + FEST Festival (Poland) & Flow Festival (Finland) acts
02.28.2019 + Fall In Love (Romania), Festival Forte (Portugal), MEO Sudoeste (Portugal), Wilderness (UK), Neopop (Portugal) & Untold Festival (Romania) names
03.05.2019 + New Horizons (Germany) & The Qontinent (Belgium) names
The list is the one that can be found here, but I cut out the names that Sziget already announced.
If you know / see any other interesting acts that are playing festivals / gigs in Europe in August, please comment here and we'll update the list with those names!
In this topic we can also discuss who would you want at Sziget or who do you think that will announce August dates in Europe, as there are some acts that are performing in June and July in Europe, but didn't announce any gigs for August yet, so you can expect some of those to join the Sziget lineup too!
Special thanks to: Koos_Armloos, thegreasycavemen, camdencrush, shakeshookshaken, Shameful_pleasure!
Here is the list:
  • 187 Strassenbande (08.15-17, Austria)
  • 3 Of Life (08.07-12, UK)
  • 65DaysOfStatic (08.15-17, UK)
  • 6lack (08.06-10, Portugal)
  • 30 Seconds to Mars (08.16-18, Germany) - will perform @ Budapest Park
  • A.A. Williams (08.15-17, UK)
  • Acid Arab (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Act of Rage (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • A.D.H.S. (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Adaro (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • A Day to Remember (08.23-25, UK)
  • Adriatique (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Adrenalize (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Adrenalized (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Afrojack (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Against the Current (08.23-25, UK)
  • Agar Agar (08.23-25, France)
  • Agoraphobia (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Agoria (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Ahzumjot (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Aiming for Enrique (08.15-17, UK)
  • Airboure (08.05, Germany)
  • Ajja (08.07-12, UK)
  • AJ Tracey (08.15-18, Romania)
  • AK/DK (08.15-17, UK)
  • Alborosie & Shengen Clan (08.07-12, UK)
  • Aldous Harding (08.15-18, UK)
  • Alice Phoebe Lou (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Alice Russell (08.07-12, UK)
  • Alison Wonderland (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Alligatoah (08.15-17, Austria)
  • All Tvvins (08.02-04, Ireland)
  • Alle Farben (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Alpha Wann (08.23-25, France)
  • Altin Gun (08.22-24, France)
  • Alvvays (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Amadou & Mariam (08.15-18, UK)
  • Amelie Lens (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Amnesia Scanner (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Amplify (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Angernoizer (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Anhatema (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Anitta (08.06-10, Portugal)
  • Anna (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Anderson .Paak & The Free Nationals (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Andrea Oliva (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Andy Burrows (08.23-25, UK)
  • Andy C (08.24-25, UK)
  • Andy The Core (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Angerfist (08.07-12, Spain)
  • AniMe (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Anne-Marie (08.15-17, Austria) - will perform at Strand Festival in Hungary
  • AnnenMayKantereit (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Anime (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Antal (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Anthony Linell aka Abdulla Rashim (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Anthrax (08.09-11, UK)
  • Antispin (08.07-12, UK)
  • Aphex Twin (08.23-25, France)
  • Apollonia (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Ariana Grande (08.17, UK)
  • Armand van Helden (08.08-13, Croatia)
  • Armin Van Buuren (08.09-11, Germany) - will perform at Balaton Sound in Hungary
  • Artful Dodger (08.07-11, UK)
  • Artwork (08.07-11, UK)
  • A$ap Rocky (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • ASG (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Ash (08.23-25, UK)
  • Asian Dub Foundation (08.07-12, UK)
  • Astrix (08.15-17, Austria)
  • At The Gates (08.07-12, UK)
  • Atari Teenage Riot (08.07-12, UK)
  • Atomic Zeros (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Atmozfears (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Atrip (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Aurora (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Avalon (08.07-12, UK)
  • Awkward Family Portraits (08.02-04, UK)
  • Azusa (08.15-17, UK)
  • Bad Company (08.07-12, UK)
  • Badly Drown Boy (08.23-25, UK)
  • Balthazar (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Barely Legal (08.07-11, UK)
  • Basement Jaxx (08.24-25, UK)
  • Bass Chasers (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Bastards on Parade (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Bastille (08.23-25, UK) - will perform at Strand Festival in Hungary
  • Battles (08.15-17, UK)
  • B-Front (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • BCUC (08.07-12, UK)
  • Beans on Toast (08.07-12, UK)
  • Becky Hill (08.23-25, UK)
  • Bedouin Soundclash (08.07-12, UK)
  • Belle & Sebastian (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Ben Klock (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Ben Sims (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Ben UFO (08.07-12, UK)
  • Berri Txarrak (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Bestien (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Bexey (08.23-25, UK)
  • Bianco White (08.01-04, UK)
  • Biffy Clyro (08.02-04, Ireland)
  • Bigbang (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Big Lad (08.15-17, UK)
  • Big Thief (08.06-10, Norway) - announced for Sziget on the 5th of March
  • Binh (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Billie Eilish (08.23-25, UK)
  • Billy Jefferson (08.01-04, UK)
  • Birds in Row (08.15-17, UK)
  • Bizi, F & Sitoi (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Blackalicious (08.07-12, UK)
  • Black Honey (08.10-11, Romania)
  • Black Midi (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Black Peaks (08.07-12, UK)
  • Blackout Problems (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Blaenavon (08.23-25, UK)
  • Blank Rage (08.24, Netherlands)
  • Blaster (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Bloc Party (08.09, UK)
  • Blond (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Blood Orange (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Blossoms (08.23-25, UK)
  • Bloxx (08.23-25, UK)
  • Bodega (08.22-24, France)
  • Bog Rolling Stones (08.23-25, UK)
  • Bombay Bicycle Club (08.01-04, UK)
  • Bombskare (08.02-04, UK)
  • Bonez MC & Raf Camora (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Boogarins (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Borgore (08.01-04, Romania)
  • Boris Brejcha (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Bossk (08.15-17, UK)
  • Boston 168 (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Bowling For Soup (08.23-25, UK)
  • Boy Azooga (08.07-11, UK)
  • Boys Noize (08.07-12, UK)
  • Bradley Zero (08.07-11, UK)
  • Brass Against (08.07-12, UK)
  • Breabach (08.07-12, UK)
  • Brennan Heart (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Bring Me The Horizon (08.23-25, France) - however unlikely because in 08.17-18 they're in Japan
  • Brohug (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Broken Element (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Broken Minds (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Broken Social Scene (08.15-18, UK) - announced for Sziget on the 5th of March
  • B.Traits (08.07-12, UK)
  • Bugzy Malone (08.07-11, UK)
  • Bullet For My Valentine (08-08-10, Germany) - gig in Budapest
  • Buzzcocks (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Caine (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Calvin Harris (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Camelphat (08.23-25, UK)
  • Camera Obscura (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Camo & Krooked (08.01-04, Romania)
  • Cancer Bats (08.07-12, UK)
  • Capital Bra (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Caravan Palace (08.01-04, UK)
  • Caravana Sun (08.07-11, UK)
  • Car Bomb (08.15-17, UK)
  • Cardi B (08.08-10, Sweden)
  • Carl Cox (08.07-12, UK)
  • Carolina Durante (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Carpenter Brut (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Car Seat Headrest (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Casey Lowry (08.23-25, UK)
  • Caspian (08.15-17, UK)
  • Cattle (08.15-17, UK)
  • Cavetown (08.23-25, UK)
  • Cradle of Filth (08.09-11, UK)
  • Charli XCX (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Charlotte De Witte (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Charly Lownoise & Mental Theo (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Chase & Status DJ Set (08.24-25, UK)
  • Chasing Abbey (08.02-04, Ireland)
  • Chok Dee (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Choose 90s (08.23-25, UK)
  • Chris Liebing (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Christinne (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Children of Bodom (08.09-11, UK)
  • Chronixx (08.07-12, UK)
  • Cid (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Circa Waves (08.23-25, UK)
  • Circuits (08.07-12, UK)
  • Clairo (08.23-25, France)
  • Claptone (08.08-13, Croatia)
  • Clara Luciani (08.22-24, France)
  • Claude Vonstroke (08.07-11, UK)
  • Clean Bandit (08.23-25, UK)
  • Clockartz (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • CoCo and the Butterfields (08.02-04, UK)
  • Code Orange (08.09-11, UK)
  • Colonel Mustard & The Dijon Five (08.02-04, UK)
  • Comethazine (08.23-25, UK)
  • Connan Mockasin (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Conjurer (08.15-17, UK)
  • Coone b2b Hard Driver (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Courtney Barnett (08.24, Netherlands)
  • Courtesy (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Crack Cloud (08.22-24, France)
  • Crissy Criss (08.07-11, UK)
  • Cro (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Crossfaith (08.07-12, UK)
  • Crucast (08.23-25, UK)
  • Crypton (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Crumb (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Crypsis (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Cuebrick (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Cult of Luna (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Cupcakke (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Cykada (08.01-04, UK)
  • D-Attack (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Dam-Funk (08.08-10, Sweden)
  • Danko Jones (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Daniel Avery (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Dark-E (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Darkzy (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Daughters (08.15-17, UK)
  • Dave Clarke (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Davoodi (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • David Guetta (08.01-04, Romania)
  • Dax J (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • D-Block Europe (08.23-25, UK)
  • D-Sturb (08.21-25, Germany)
  • D-Fence (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Darkraver (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Da Tweekaz (08.21-25, Germany)
  • David Puentez (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Deadly Guns (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Deadmau5 (08.23-25, UK)
  • Deathroar (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Deerhunter (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Deetox (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Degos & Re-done (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Def Toys (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Delete (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Demi Kanon (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Dense & PIKA (08.07-12, UK)
  • Denis Sulta (08.23-25, UK)
  • Dennis Ferrer (08.07-11, UK)
  • Denza (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Denzel Curry (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Dermot Kennedy (08.07-11, UK)
  • Derrick Carter (08.08-13, Croatia)
  • De Staat (08.15-18, Romania)
  • Destructive Tendencies (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Deterrent Man (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Devin Wild (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Di Carlo (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Dickster (08.07-12, UK)
  • Die Orsons (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Dimension (08.07-11, UK)
  • Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike (08.07-12, Spain) - will perform at Strand Festival
  • Dimmu Borgir (08.09-11, UK)
  • Dirty Phonics (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Disclosure DJ Set (08.31-09.01, Romania)
  • Dither (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Disciples (08.02-04, Ireland)
  • Distruction Boyz (08.23-25, UK)
  • Dizzee Rascal (08.07-11, UK)
  • Django Django (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • DJ Batiste (08.07-12, Spain)
  • DJ Bone (08.07-12, UK)
  • DJ EZ (08.07-11, UK)
  • DJ Isaac (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • DJ Kristof (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • DJ Marta (08.07-12, Spain)
  • DJ Neil (08.07-12, Spain)
  • DJ Yoda (08.23-25, UK)
  • DJ Yves (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Dodgy (08.23-25, UK)
  • Don Diablo (08.09-11, Germany) - will perform at Balaton Sound
  • Dorian Paic (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Doves (08.23-25, UK)
  • Drangsal (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Dreadzone (08.07-12, UK)
  • Dr. Peacock (08.07-12, UK)
  • Dr. Phunk (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Dr. Rude (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • DRS (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Drunken Masters (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Dub Phizix & Strategy (08.07-12, UK)
  • Dub Inc (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Durand Jones and the Indications (08.01-04, UK)
  • Dustin Hertz (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Dynoro (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Earl Sweatshirt (08.08-10, Sweden)
  • Earthling (08.07-12, UK)
  • Easy Life (08.07-11, UK)
  • Eats Everything (08.08-13, Croatia)
  • Echo & the Bunnymen (08.08, UK)
  • Ecstatic (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Eddy Hardcore (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Edx (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Eels (08.24, Netherlands)
  • E-Force (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • El Altar Del Holocausto (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Elbow (08-01-04, Germany)
  • Elephant Sessions (08.07-12, UK)
  • Eli Brown (08.07-11, UK)
  • Ellie Goulding (08.16-17, Norway)
  • Emphasis (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Eno (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Enrico Sangiuliano (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Enter Shikari (08.16-18, Germany) - will perform at Akvarium Klub in Budapest
  • Eptic (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Eriksson Delcroix (08.24, Netherlands)
  • Erol Alkan (08.07-12, UK)
  • Eskei83 (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Evolver (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Extreme Noise Terror (08.07-12, UK)
  • Ezra Collective (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Faber (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Farao (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Fanatics (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Fatherson (08.23-25, UK)
  • Father John Misty (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Fay Wildhagen (08.06-10, Norway)
  • F. Nøize (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Feet (08.07-11, UK)
  • Felix Krocher (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Fettes Brot (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Fight Clvb (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Fil Bo Riva (08.15-17, Austria)
  • First Breath After Coma (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Fisher (08.23-25, UK)
  • Fixate (08.07-12, UK)
  • FKJ (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Flava D (08.07-11, UK)
  • Flavien Berger (08.22-24, France)
  • Fleetingwood Mac (08.23-25, UK)
  • Flobu (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Flohto (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Floral (08.15-17, UK)
  • Foals (08.22-24, France)
  • Footworxx Militant Crew (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Forest Drive West (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Four Tet (08.07-12, UK)
  • Franz Ferdinand (08.07-11, UK) - announced for Sziget on 02.12.2019
  • Freddy K (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Fredo (08.23-25, UK)
  • Frequencerz (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Freya Ridings (08.01-04, UK)
  • Friction presents CONNECTIONS (08.24-25, UK)
  • Frontierer (08.15-17, UK)
  • Fun Box (08.02-04, UK)
  • Fun Lovin' Criminals (08.23-25, UK)
  • Gabrielle Aplin (08.07-11, UK)
  • Gasellit (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Gaudi (08.07-12, UK)
  • G-Eazy (08.15-17, Austria) - will perform at Balaton Sound
  • General Levy (08.07-12, UK)
  • Gestort Aber Geil (08.09-11, Germany)
  • George FitzGerald (08.01-04, UK)
  • Georgia (08.07-11, UK)
  • G Flip (08.23-25, UK)
  • Ghost (08.16, Austria)
  • Giggs (08.07-11, UK)
  • girl in red (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Giorgio Moroder (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Godflesh (08.07-12, UK)
  • Gogol Bordello (08.22-24, France)
  • Good Charlotte (08.08-10, Germany)
  • Good Riddance (08.14-16, Italy)
  • GosT (08.15-17, UK)
  • GPF (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Grace Carter (08.07-11, UK) - announced for Sziget on the 5th of March
  • Grace Petrie (08.07-12, UK)
  • Gregory Alan Isakov (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Grouch in Dub (08.07-12, UK)
  • Groove Armada (08.07-12, UK)
  • Gunna (08.23-25, UK)
  • Hak Baker (08.07-12, UK)
  • Hannah Wants (08.02-04, Ireland)
  • Hardbouncer (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Hard Driver (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Hard Effectz (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Hatred (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Hayley Kiyoko (08.23-25, UK)
  • Head Hunter (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Headhunterz (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Headie One (08.23-25, UK)
  • Hedex (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Heideroosjes (08.06, Belgium)
  • Helena Hauff (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Hellbillies (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Henrik! (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Henrik Schwarz (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Hexcut (08.15-17, UK)
  • High Focus Takeover (08.07-12, UK)
  • Hinds (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Hockey Dad (08.23-25, UK)
  • Hockeysmith (08.07-11, UK)
  • Holiday Oscar (08.23-25, UK)
  • Hollywood (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Holy Goof (08.23-25, UK)
  • Honeyblood (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Honey Dijon (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Horse Meat Disco (08.08-13, Croatia)
  • House Gospel Choir (08.07-11, UK)
  • Hue & Cry (08.09, UK)
  • Hugel (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Hunee (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Hyrule War (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Ian Van Dahl (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Ibibio Sound Machine (08.07-11, UK)
  • I Don't Know How But They Found Me (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Ignite (08-06-09, Slovenia)
  • I Hate Models (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Iisa (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Imperatorz (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Infected Mushroom (08.07-12, UK)
  • Invalids (08.15-17, UK)
  • Iseo & Dodosound (08.07-12, UK)
  • Israel Nash (08.24, Netherlands)
  • Ithaca (08.07-12, UK)
  • It It Anita (08.22-24, France)
  • J. Karjalainen (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Jaako Eino Kalevi (08.09-11, Finland)
  • James (08.15, UK)
  • James Arthur (08.01-04, Romania)
  • James Bay (08.23-25, UK)
  • James Blake (08.08-10, Sweden) - announced for Sziget on 02.12.2019
  • James Hype (08.24-25, UK)
  • Jamie Jones (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Japanese Breakfast (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Jason Payne (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Javi Boss (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Jax Jones (08.07-11, UK) - announced for Sziget on the 5th of March
  • Jay Reeve (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Jeanne Added (08.22-24, France)
  • Jess Glynne (08.08, UK) - Balaton Sound
  • Jesse Markin (08.09-11, Finland)
  • JLV (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Joey Daniel (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • John Digweed (08.07-10, Portugal)
  • John Moreland (08.24, Netherlands)
  • Johnny Marr (08.10, UK) - announced for Sziget on the 5th of March
  • Joji (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Jonathan Wilson (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Jonathan Wilson (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Jon Hopkins (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Jose Conca (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Joseph Capriati (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Jorja Smith (08.07-11, UK)
  • Joy Orbison (08.07-12, UK)
  • Jnxd (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • JP Cooper (08.15-18, Romania)
  • Juice WRLD (08.23-25, UK)
  • Juju (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Julien Baker (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Jungle By Night (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Junkie Kid (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Kabaka Pyramid (08.07-12, UK)
  • Kadhja Bonet (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Kaiser Chiefs (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Kamaal Williams (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Karpe (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Katakombi (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Kate Tempest (08.07-12, UK)
  • Kawala (08.01-04, UK)
  • Kelly Lee Owens (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Keltek (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Khruangbin (08.15-18, UK) - announced for Sziget on the 5th of March
  • Killerwatts (08.07-12, UK)
  • Killing Joke (08.07-12, UK)
  • KMPFSPRT (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Kobosil (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Kodaline (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Kölsch (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Kompromat (08.22-24, France)
  • Konstantin Sibold (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Kontra K (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Korsakoff (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Kosheen with Sian Evans (08.07-12, UK)
  • Kovacs (08.31-09.01, Romania)
  • Kriz (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Kronos (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Krowdexx (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Krystal Klear (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Kvelertak (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Kylie Minogue (08.01, UK)
  • Kyrist (08.07-12, UK)
  • La Colonie de Vacances (08.22-24, France)
  • Lady Dammage (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Lady Leshurr (08.07-11, UK)
  • La Fleur (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • La Fuente (08.21-25, Germany)
  • La M.O.D.A. (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Lasgo (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Laurel (08.07-11, UK)
  • Le Boom (08.02-04, Ireland)
  • Leftover Crack (08.07-12, UK)
  • Lemaitre (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Len Flaki (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Le Prince Miiaou (08.22-24, France)
  • Leroy Burgess Full Band (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Less Than Jake (08-06-09, Slovenia)
  • Lethal MG (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Letters From the Colony (08.15-17, UK)
  • LEVt (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Lewis Capaldi (08.07-11, UK)
  • Lexer (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Lexy & K-Paul (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Liam Gallagher (08.31-09.01, Romania)
  • Lil Baby (08.23-25, UK)
  • Lil Uzi Vert (08.23-25, UK)
  • Liquid Sould (08.07-12, UK)
  • Little Dragon (08.23-24, Poland)
  • Little Simz (08.15-17, Norway)
  • LLNN (08.15-17, UK)
  • Loathe (08.07-12, UK)
  • Lobotomy INC (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Loco Dice (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Los Bengala (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Lost Frequencies (08.23-24, Poland) - will perform at VOLT
  • Lost Identity (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Lost in the Riots (08.15-17, UK)
  • Lotto Boyzz (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Loud Luxury (08.23-25, UK)
  • Louise Cole Big Band (08.23-25, France)
  • Low Island (08.01-04, UK)
  • Lowriderz (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Loyle Carner (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Lny Tmz (08.07-12, Spain)
  • LSB (08.07-12, UK)
  • Lucas (08.07-12, UK)
  • Luigi Madonna (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Luis Bonias (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Lunakorpz (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Lysistrata (08.22-24, France)
  • Mabel (08.24-25, UK)
  • Maceo Plex (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Macfloyd (08.02-04, UK)
  • Macklemore (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Mad Dog (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Madness (08.30, UK)
  • Magdalena (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Maikel Delacalle (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Maissquille (08.07-12, UK)
  • Major Lazer (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Makaya McCraven (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Maksim MC (08.07-12, UK)
  • Malice (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Mall Grab (08.07-12, UK)
  • Mandala (08.07-12, UK)
  • Mandy (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Manudigital & LT Stitchie (08.07-12, UK)
  • Marc Rebillet (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Marcel Dettmann (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Marco Carola (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Marcus Gad (08.07-12, UK)
  • Mark with A K (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Maricia Griffiths (08.07-12, UK)
  • Marika Rossa (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Marteria & Casper (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Martin Solveig (08.07-11, UK) - will perform at VOLT
  • Masked Intruder (08.14-16, Italy)
  • Mason Maynard (08.07-11, UK)
  • Materia (08.07-12, UK)
  • Matija (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Maustetitot (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Mayday Parade (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Mavi Phoenix (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Maxi Jazz (08.02-04, Ireland)
  • Maximo Park (08.01-04, Germany)
  • MC Alee (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • MC Chucky (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • MC Dash (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • MC DA Syndrome (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • MC DL (08.21-25, Germany)
  • MC Livid (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • MC RG (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Mefjus (08.07-12, UK)
  • Melé (08.07-11, UK)
  • Meshuggah (08.15-17, UK)
  • Metallica (08.16, Austria)
  • Meute (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Michael Franti & Spearhead (08.07-11, UK)
  • Michelle David & The Gospel Sessions (08.24, Netherlands)
  • Miss K8 (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Miss Puss (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Mitski (08.06-10, Norway)
  • MK (08.08-13, Croatia)
  • Modeselektor (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Mogwai (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Møl (08.15-17, UK)
  • Monolink (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Montreal (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Monsters of Liedermaching (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Moonlight Benjamin (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Mooving Oos (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Motorpsycho Med Venner (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Mr. Ivex (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Ms Banks (08.24-25, UK)
  • Ms. Dynamite (08.07-12, UK)
  • Ms. Lauryn Hill (08.07-12, UK)
  • Muff Potter (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Mura Masa (08.23-25, UK)
  • Murcof w/ Malo Lacroix (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • My Baby (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • My Nu Leng & Dread MC (08.07-11, UK)
  • Myst (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Namdose (08.22-24, France)
  • Naaman (08.07-12, UK)
  • Napalm Death (08.07-12, UK)
  • Nathan Dave (08.07-11, UK)
  • Natty & The Rebel Ship (08.07-12, UK)
  • Ncrypta (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Neelix (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Neon Chambers (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Neophyte (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Neneh Cherry (08.09-11, Finland)
  • New Order (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Netsky (08.15-18, Romania)
  • Never Surrender (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • NERVO (08.15-17, Austria) - Balaton Sound
  • Nightmares On Wax (08.08-13, Croatia)
  • Nilufer Yanya (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Nina Kraviz (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Nitzer Ebb (08.09-11, Finland)
  • No Fun At All (08.02-03, Spain)
  • NOFX (08.06-09, Slovenia)
  • No Rome (08.16-25, UK)
  • Northern Lite (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Not3s (08.23-25, UK)
  • Nothing But Thieves (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Nothing, Nowhere (08.23-25, UK)
  • NSG (08.23-25, UK)
  • Nura (08.16-18, Germany)
  • N-Vitral (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Ocean Colour Scene (08.23-25, UK)
  • Ocean Wisdom (08.07-11, UK)
  • Octavian (08.23-25, UK)
  • Ogives Big Band (08.15-17, UK)
  • Oh my God! It's the Church (08.01-04, UK)
  • Oh Sees (08.22-24, France)
  • OK Kid (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Oktober Lieber (08.22-24, France)
  • Olafur Arnalds (08.01-04, UK)
  • Oliver Heldens (08.24-25, UK)
  • Oliver Koletzki (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Onkl P (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Ookay (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Oscar and the Wolf (08.11, Belgium)
  • Oscar Mulero (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Ostblockschlampen (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Outsiders (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Ozomatli feat. Chali 2NA (08.07-12, UK)
  • Paco Garcia (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Paco Osuna (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Panic (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Pan-Pot (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Parkway Drive (08.06, Germany)
  • Partyraiser (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Pat B (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Patrick Topping & Richy Ahmed (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Patti Smith (08.01, UK)
  • Paula Temple (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Peace (08.23-25, UK)
  • Pendulum DJ Set B2B Friction (08.01-04, Romania)
  • Pen Gutt (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Pennywise (08.07-12, UK)
  • Peralta (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Pete Murray (08.07-11, UK)
  • Pharoah Sanders Quartet (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Phase Fatale (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Phuture Noize (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Pijn (08.15-17, UK)
  • Pish (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Pink (08.07, Denmark)
  • Plan B (08.24-25, UK)
  • Playboyz (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Polar Inertia (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Polo & Pan (08.23-25, France) - announced for Sziget on the 5th of March
  • Pond (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Post Malone (08.23-25, UK) - announced for Sziget on 02.12.2019
  • Primal Scream (08.10, UK)
  • Primeshock (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Problem Central (08.07-11, UK)
  • Professor Green (08.23-25, UK)
  • Project One (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Prophets of Rage (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Prospa (08.07-11, UK)
  • Psyko Punkz (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Public Enemies (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Pulley (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Pup (08.14-16, Italy)
  • PVRIS (08.23-25, UK)
  • Pyhimys (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Qatja S (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Queensryche (08.09-11, UK)
  • Quintino (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Protoje & The Indiggnation (08.06-10, Norway) - announced for Sziget on 02.12.2019
  • Radical Redemption (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Rammstein (08.06, Latvia)
  • Ran-D (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Ransom (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Razika (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Razorlight (08.07-11, UK) - announced for Sziget on 02.12.2019
  • Rebekah (08.07-10, Portugal)
  • Rebelion (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Rebourne (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Reche & Recall (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Refuzion (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Regain (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Rejecta (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Rels B (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Republica (08.23-25, UK)
  • Requiem (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Restrained (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Retrospect (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Retrovision (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Rex Orange County (08.08-10, Sweden)
  • Rhys Fulber (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Rhythmnreel (08.02-04, UK)
  • Ricardo Villalobos (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Richard Thompson (08.15-18, UK)
  • Richie Hawtin (08.18-22, Croatia) - announced for Sziget on 02.12.2019
  • Rikas (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Rionnagan Rois (08.02-04, UK)
  • Riot Shift (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Robyn (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Rødhåd (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Roger Sanchez (08.08-13, Croatia)
  • Rogers (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Romare (DJ Set) (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Ronald V (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Rond (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Ronnie Flex & Deuxperience (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Rooler (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Ross From Friends (08.07-11, UK)
  • Royal Blood (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Rudimental DJ Set (08.15-17, Austria) - Balaton Sound
  • Rudimental live (08.23-25, UK)
  • Rusko (08.01-04, Romania)
  • Russ (08.06-10, Portugal)
  • Russkaja (08.07-11, Germany)
  • Ruthless (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Ruusut (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Rvage (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Ryan McMullan (08.02-04, Ireland)
  • Sabaton (08.09-11, UK)
  • Salt-N-Pepa (08.07-12, UK)
  • Salvatore Ganacci (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Sama' (08.07-12, UK)
  • Sam Fender (08.07-11, UK)
  • Sam Paganini (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Sandy Warez (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • San Salvador (08.07-12, UK)
  • Sasasas (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Scorpions (08.09-11, UK)
  • Sea Girls (08.07-11, UK)
  • Sefa (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Seinabo Sey (08.08-10, Sweden)
  • Sekula (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Sei2ure (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Self Esteem (08.07-11, UK)
  • Sephyxx (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Seth Lakeman (08.07-12, UK)
  • Seth Troxler (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Sevana & Jada Kingdom & Naomi Cowan (08.07-12, UK)
  • Shacke One (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Sharon Van Etten (08.15-18, UK)
  • SHDW & Obscure Shape (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • She Drew the Gun (08.07-12, UK)
  • Shy FX (08.24-25, UK)
  • Siberian Meat Grinder (08.07-12, UK)
  • Sick Of It All (08.14-16, Italy)
  • Side Chick (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Sigma (08.24-25, UK)
  • Sigrid (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Sister Nancy & Legal Shot (08.07-12, UK)
  • Sithu Aye (08.15-17, UK)
  • Skegss (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Skream (08.07-12, UK)
  • Slaves (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Slayer (08.03, Germany) - will perform at Budapest Arena
  • Sleaford Mods (08.07-11, UK)
  • Slowthai (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Slushii (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Soak (08.07-11, UK)
  • Sofa (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Solomun (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Sonja Moonear (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Sookee (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Sound Rush (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Southsea Alternative Choir (08.23-25, UK)
  • Spiritualized (08.14-17, Portugal)
  • Starsailor (08.23-25, UK)
  • Stefflon Don (08.23-25, UK)
  • Stephan Bodzin (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Sting (08.01, France) - will perform at Budapest Arena
  • Skeggs (08.07-11, UK)
  • Skerryvore (08.02-04, UK)
  • Skinny Lister (08.07-12, UK)
  • Skream (08.07-12, UK)
  • Slaves (08.07-12, UK)
  • Slowthai (08.07-12, UK)
  • Sonic Species (08.07-12, UK)
  • Sound Rush (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Spag Heddy (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Spitnoise (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Sprinky (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Spurv (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Stadium X (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Standards (08.15-17, UK)
  • Stella Donnelly (08.07-12, UK)
  • Stereolab (08.15-18, UK)
  • Steve Aoki (08.06-10, Portugal)
  • Stormzy (08.08-10, Sweden)
  • Stylo G (08.07-12, UK)
  • Sub Focus DJ Set (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Sub Zero Project (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Sugar Horse (08.15-17, UK)
  • Sugus (08.02-03, Spain)
  • Sundara Karma (08.23-25, UK)
  • Sunrise Avenue (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Surgeon (08.07-10, Portugal)
  • Sven Väth (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Submotion Orchestra (08.07-12, UK)
  • Super Cat (08.07-12, UK)
  • System Overload (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Svetlanas (08.07-12, UK)
  • Swedish House Mafia (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Switch: Hype & Hazard (08.24-25, UK)
  • Talco (08.16-18, Germany)
  • Tale of Us (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Tame Impala (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Tender (08.10-11, Romania)
  • Ten Tones (08.16-25, UK)
  • Terrorclown (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Tesseract (08.09-11, UK)
  • Tha Playah (08.07-12, Spain)
  • Thea Hjelmeland (08.06-10, Norway)
  • The Algorithm (08.15-17, UK)
  • The Amazons (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Baboon Show (08.02-03, Spain)
  • The Black Queen (08.15-17, UK)
  • The Black Seeds (08.07-12, UK)
  • The Breath (08.07-12, UK)
  • The Burgess (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Charlatans (08-01-04, Germany)
  • The Chats (08.16-18, Germany)
  • The Chemical Brothers (08.24, UK)
  • The Contortionist (08.15-17, UK)
  • The Courteeners (08.16, UK)
  • The Cure (08.06-10, Norway)
  • The Damned (08.06, Belgium)
  • The Dangleberries (08.02-04, UK)
  • The Dark Horror (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • The Darkness (08.10-11, Iceland)
  • The Distillers (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Dunwells (08.07-11, UK)
  • The Frank & Walters (08.02-04, Ireland)
  • The Futureheads (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Good, The Bad & The Queen (08.15, Luxembourg)
  • The Grand East (08.24, Netherlands)
  • The Hives (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Holy (08.09-11, Finland)
  • The Human League (08.03, UK)
  • The Hunna (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Inspector Cluzo (08.22-24, France)
  • The Japanese House (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Joy Formidable (08.16, UK)
  • The Lizards (08.02-03, Spain)
  • The Magic Gang (08.07-11, UK)
  • The Maine (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Melodyst (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • The National (08.10-11, Romania) - announced for Sziget on the 5th of March
  • The Night Cafe (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Ocean (08.06-10, Norway)
  • The Offspring (08.08-10, Germany)
  • The Pearl Hearts (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Physics House Band (08.15-17, UK)
  • The Poozies (08.02-04, UK)
  • The Prodigy (08.16-18, Germany)
  • The Prototypes (08.15-17, Austria)
  • The Psychotic Monks (08.22-24, France)
  • Therapy? (08.07-12, UK)
  • The Restarts (08.07-12, UK)
  • The Rifles (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Satan (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • The Selecter (08.02-04, UK)
  • The Sensational David Bowie Band (08.02-04, UK)
  • The September When (08.16-17, Norway)
  • The Sherlocks (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Sickest Squad (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • The Silver Beatles (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Specials (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Speed Freaks (08.07-12, UK)
  • The Story So Far (08.16-18, Germany)
  • The Streets (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • The Twang (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Twilight Sad (08.16-25, UK)
  • The Undertones (08.02-04, Ireland)
  • The Vaccines (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Wombats (08.23-25, UK)
  • The Zutons (08.23-25, UK)
  • This Is Lovksi (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • This Is The Kit (08.07-12, UK)
  • Thomas Azier (08.16-18, Netherlands)
  • Three Trapped Tigers (08.15-17, UK)
  • Thyron (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Tinie Tempah (08.24-25, UK)
  • Timmy Trumpet (08/09/11, Germany) - will perform at Balaton Sound
  • Tokyo Machine (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Tom Grennan (08.23-25, UK)
  • Tom McGuire & The Brassholes (08.02-04, UK)
  • Tom Odell (08.02-04, UK) - announced for Sziget on the 5th of March
  • Torridon (08.02-04, UK)
  • TQD (08.24-25, UK)
  • TR-101 (08.22-25, Portugal)
  • Tracyanne & Danny (08.12, Italy-Sardinia)
  • Trespassed (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Trettmann (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Triggerfinger (08.15-18, Romania)
  • Turbobier (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Turnstile (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Tyler Childers (08.24, Netherlands)
  • Twin Atlantic (08.16-25, UK)
  • Twinx (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Twisted Wheel (08.23-25, UK)
  • Two Door Cinema Club (08.23-25, UK)
  • Two Feet (08.16-18, Germany)
  • UB40 feat. Ali Campbell & Astro (08.07-12, UK)
  • UFO361 (08.15-17, Austria)
  • Underworld (08.07-10, Portugal)
  • Unge Ferrari (08.06-10, Norway)
  • Unresolved (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Upsammy (08.08-10, Sweden)
  • Valentino Kahn (08.21-25, Germany)
  • Valentino Kanzyani (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Valentourettes (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Victor Ruiz (08.09-11, Germany)
  • Villain (08.09-11, Belgium)
  • Ville Vallo & Agents (08.09-11, Finland)
  • Virkelig (08.15-17, Norway)
  • Vitalic pres. Dima live (08.23-24, Poland)
  • Vitor Kley (08.06-10, Portugal)
  • Voigtmann (08.18-22, Croatia)
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  • Wretch 32 (08.24-25, UK)
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  • W&W (08.15-17, Austria) - announced for Sziget on 02.12.2019
  • Xavier Rudd (08.07-12, UK) - announced for Sziget on 02.12.2019
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  • Yeasayer (08.15-17, Norway) - announced for Sziget on 02.12.2019
  • Yellow Days (08.14-17, Portugal) - announced for Sziget on 02.12.2019
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  • You Me At Six (08.16-25, UK)
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  • Zara Larsson (08.08-10, Sweden)
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  • Ziggy Marley (08.16-18, Netherlands) - playing at Budapest Park
  • Zip (08.18-22, Croatia)
  • Zonderling (08.21-25, Germany)
Highly unlikely names:
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  • Tiesto
  • J Balvin
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  • Vinai
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  • Martin Jensen
  • DJ Snake
  • Future
  • Marshmello
  • Paul Kalkbrenner
  • Hernan Cattaneo
  • Killy
  • Will Sparks
  • Sunnery James & Ryan Marciano
(the above will perform at Balaton Sound)
  • Slipknot
  • Slash
  • Parov Stelar
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  • LP
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  • Papa Roach
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  • Deladap
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  • Next Level pres: Habstrakt
  • Bladerunnaz 20: Friction + THE PROTOTYPES
(the above will perform at VOLT Festival)
  • John Newman
(the above will play at Strand Festival)
CURRENT #SZIGET2019 LINEUP
FOURTH #SZIGET2019 ANNOUNCEMENT
  • The National
  • Mura Masa
  • Tom Odell
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  • Big Thief
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  • Broken Social Scene
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  • Jax Jones
  • Sonny Fodera
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  • Khruangbin
  • Black Mountain
  • Grace Carter
  • Ocean Alley
  • Burak Yeter
THIRD #SZIGET2019 ANNOUNCEMENT
  • Post Malone
  • Franz Ferdinand
  • James Blake
  • Years & Years
  • Tove Lo
  • Razorlight
  • Son Lux
  • Richie Hawtin
  • Jain
  • Yeasayer
  • Yellow Days
  • Tove Styrke
  • Masego
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  • Protoje & The Indiggnation
  • Xavier Rudd
  • Wanda
  • W&W
  • Vini Vici
  • Carnage
  • Sigala
  • Hucci
  • Elderbrook
  • Roosevelt
  • Anna of The North
  • Fakear
  • Valeras
  • Welshly Arms
SECOND #SZIGET2019 ANNOUNCEMENT
  • Foo Fighters
  • Florence + The Machine
  • Twenty One Pilots
  • The 1975
  • Martin Garrix
  • Richard Ashcroft
  • Catfish & The Bottlemen
  • Kodaline
  • Chvrches
  • Jungle
  • The Blaze
  • Maribou State
  • IDLES
  • Parcels
  • Superorganism
  • Pale Waves
  • Boy Pablo
  • Frank Turner & The Sleeping Souls
  • Alma
  • Gang Of Youths
  • Of Mice & Men
  • Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes
  • Yungblud
  • Tamino
FIRST #SZIGET2019 ANNOUNCEMENT
  • Ed Sheeran
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2018.11.21 15:10 Stenrik97 Dating my Fender Twin Reverb

Hi, i bought an old fender twin reverb this sunmer and been playing it up til now! I've tried to do some research on my own and it might be from 74, but im not sure since the sources seem a bit.. old, so i came to this sub looking for some help :)
The serial number is:
A971398 (the 8 looks kinda like a B but it might just be the old label)
The speakers are Fender model D120F and the serial numbers are:
35470
35281
If anyone wants pictures i can get some later :)
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