Because Mat Black didn’t deserve this…..

I am not a PFA fan.  That’s okay.  However I am a fan of not seeing someone get screwed over.  Mat Black got fired from PFA according to him on his twitter.  I could tell ya what was done and said, but I have a friend who did it so much better….  Check it out here.  Thanks Mich….


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Another Challenge posting by Mich….

I know I’ve already told one of my stories about meeting the guys.  I thought on it a bit more, and after reading other stories that Katie has shared with us, I thought I’d tell my story about how I got into the band and how they have inspired me.

I am not ashamed to admit that I was a huge Twilight fan. (Kinda over all that now) and was bored whilst supposedly studying for an assignment.  I was youtubing stuff about the cast and stumbled on an interview with Jackson (Sound familiar?)  He mentioned a band, so I decided to youtube the band.  The first video that came up was Ugly Girl.  As catchy as it was… I was bemused by the video concept.  naturally, I watched it again, this time listening to the lyrics this time.  It made much more sense.  I couldn’t work out which one was “Jasper” straight away, then it hit me like a Mack Truck! Holy mother or pretty boys…
So, I went onto the website and there was a free download available for Keep Awake (that’s how “new” I am to the fandom).  Considering it was free, it didn’t really matter if I didn’t like it… right?  WRONG! I nearly wet myself laughing and fell in love with a bunch of guys I didn’t know from Adam and the obvious enjoyment they got from creating music.
The more I floated around the “Monkeyverse”, the more involved I got and the more I got to know about the members of the band and their public personas.  Afterall, who can say they truly know these guys regardless of how many meet and greets they attend?
Anyway, I was extremely impressed by the sheer enthusiasm these guys had for all forms of art, not just music.  I used to think of myself as a dabbler in creativity.  I’m sure those of you that know me, know I LOVE to write.  Whether I am good or not is irrelevant, I just do it.  I used to write constantly as a kid, and then I hit 15 and discovered other forms of entertainment and was covered by a HUGE block.
That stopped with the discovery of fanfction.  It got me writing again, but I wasn’t always happy using someone else’s characters regardless of how I could manipulate them to my will.  I wanted to get back to writing stff that was completely my own, but in all honesty, I was scared.  Until one day in June 2011 when the band I had been following and promoting for almost 2 years announced UK tour dates.  As soon as I heard them, I knew I wanted to give them something personal as a gift rather than buy something there was a possibility that someone else would give them before me.
Then, my 23 year old cousin was posted to Afghanistan with the British Army.  Let me explain, my family has a long history that is linked with the army as many members were soldiers, including my dad for 22 years.  Not all saw front line, but we all knew the possibilities of what could happen.  While we were all so proud of him, we lived in fear for the whole time he was there.  I managed to speak to him on MSN for a while before he called his mum to assure her he was OK.  After I spoke to him about how hot it was and the hatred he was beginning to have towards sand, I was listening to the Grape album.
Now, this is quite possibly my favourite album of the band’s, but there are certain songs that I listen to more than others.  LDF came on, and it was a song that I hadn’t listened to that much, but that night I really listened to it and the lyrics.  I knew that the song had been written while Jackson was in London filming Dread, which seemed to resonate with me a little more.
After listening to it a couple of times on repeat I picked up one of my many notebooks and started writing… Over the next 6 months, I wrote a 10 chapter “book” with each chapter named after a 100 Monkeys song.  This was going to be my gift to the band.  Now just to make it extra special.  A friend came through big time.  She hand made me a book in which to write the story down by hand.  Another friend designed the front cover for me which I Ioved more than she probably realises.
Like I said, it took me 6 months to write the whole thing… and I was so proud.  I’ve never loved my own writing as much as I did this story, which for me says so much.  Then I just needed to write the band a letter explaining why I wrote it and the reason behind the subject of it. That was in some ways, harder than writing the story itself.
I eventually was able to give the band the book.  A complete bundle of nerves, I explained to Graupner what it was.  he seemed genuinely excited about it which made me feel ill at the prospect that he would do just that!  At a later meeting, he said he’d not had a chance to read it, but had flicked through and was blown away that one of the songs I’d used was Wild Blue Yonder as so many people seem to forget about that song. Cue internal high five.
I’ll never really find out if they all read it and what they thought about it, but I don’t mind.  I’ just happy that I wrote it and actually gave it to them.
BTW, my cousin came home safe and in one piece 9 months later!  Love you Pat!
So, if I could speak to any of the guys again, either individually or collectively, I would simply thank them.  Thank them for not only being amazing artists, but also for inspiring their fans to emrace art in all forms.
Mich xx
Thanks sweetie for sharing this story with us.  I’m glad your cousin is safe and sound.  I am sure that the guys have read and truly enjoyed the book.  It’s amazing hun.  I love ya lots.  And for the record??? I love reading any stories that you write.  Keep up the great work hun….. Katie
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Katie’s pic of the day…. A tribute to Jackson Rathbone Euro Edition yea more pics lol

Yea I have more pics.  This would be the Euro edition of the Jackson pic tribute.  It’s freaking epic.  Thanks Mich!!!!  Yea remember no using without her permission.  Damn these pics are great!!! I may have hyperventilated just to warn ya.


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Sweet mother, what an adorable man.  Thanks J for the memories.  Okay there will be one last song  thing from me to ya, not a you song, but a thanks song.  Enjoy!!!!!


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Mich has answered the Challenge…..

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

After speaking to *ahem* management the night before and having to shoot off an email to Bauer (roady guy for European tour) while the support act was on stage from the back of the venue before I forgot, me and my co admin (and founder) of Hell Yeah 100 Monkeys finally had our interview with the band… the very next night.
The email stated we had to be at the box office of the venue for 5.00pm….  Naturally, we were early.  Bauer was outside handing out M&G passes.  We eventually got to talk to him and he told us that the interview was being put back until after the M&G so we would be waiting around for about 30 mins…. he lied.  MST afterall.
We were stood outside (did I mention it was December?) with people queueing for their M&G outside the venue door.  The door was frosted glass apart from a tiny patch that showed the venue name… guess who could see through and watch the meet and greets? Yup, me.  I smoked cigarette after cigarette as the nerves grew and grew.  I’d only found out about 4 hours before that I was going to be doing the talking… yeah, thanks E!
Eventually at 6.05pm one of the venue staff told us to come in.  He led us through the venue, up some stairs (each step, I felt sicker and sicker) chatting away to us about the band.  We didn’t say much for fear of up chucking over his boots.  he led  us along a corridor which overlooked the stage and asked us to wait while he checked to see if the band were ready for us. *gulp*.  They were.  too late to do a mad dash for the hills of a not so sunny Islington.
He leads us to a door and poof, disappears. What the fuck were we supposed to do now?  I lifted my hand to knock, but before I could make any contact, the door was pulled open and Lani invited us in.  The band were RIGHT FUCKING THERE! *deep breaths, lift foot, walk in*  Sounds easy? HA!
I took 2 steps and slid down the world’s lowest step and tumbled into the room.  Only me!  The guys smiled  as I sand out a resounding “hi” in the hopes that they didn’t notice.  Ben G did notice something though.  My tee which a friend had printed up for me.  Blazoned across my tits was the phrase “His name is Jackson NOT Jasper”
“Hey, I like your shirt.” Ben tells me.  All I could think was “Thank fuck he didn’t comment on my not so graceful entrance!”
“Thanks.  Can you all sign it after for me so I can send to a friend in Australia?” After reassuring me they would, we got down to business.  I was sat directly opposite Jackson and Johnson.  That Texan bastard had one foot up on his knee so of course, all i could see were that one boot…
Before we got started, Lani introduces us, praising us for being a driving force in helping the band get their European shows sold out.  Cue many thanks from the guys, and a short chat about the excellent JibJab vids that E makes (and they LOVE!)
We get started… E’s on camera and I’m managing to speak without getting tongue tied.  I still don’t know how the hell I managed it.  All is going well, we’re getting great responses to our questions (which we still pride ourself on being interesting and ones they hadn’t been asked before).  There was even a point that both E and I have discussed that we saw a light come on behind Johnson’s eyes as he realised that we were actually interested in what they had to say and were asking proper questions.
I was feeling quite proud of myself.  Not only was I able to speak in coherent sentences, I was able to make and maintain eye contact with the entire band.  I had been told by many that it was nigh on impossible to do this with Jackson in particular… er.. no! Also, I wasn’t on my knees worshipping the boots or even constantly looking at them, which if you know me, was a scary possibility.  It was all going so well…. until my phone, which was being used as a dictaphone in case the video screwed up, fucking rang.  I could have died.  “Hey big daddy” ringing out for them all to hear.  I quickly cancelled the call (from my phone provider) and tried to sink into my chair.  Jerad recognised the tune… I would hope he did, and the guys said they thought it was cool.
Interview over.  E asked if they would sign the questions and Johnson (or it could have been Jackson) reminded me that I wanted them to sign my shit.  Jackson headed over first with a sharpie in his hand and asked “Where do you want me to sign?”   Now, hindsight is a wonderful thing.  There are so many comebacks I could have spouted to show off my British Sarcastic prowess, but no.  I simply took off my hoodie and told him to sign the back.  It tickled btw.
So, we have many thanks (from both us and them) and we are left to make our way outside to join the immense queue.  I now have a SEVERE case of the shakes that was nothing to do with the fact that it was so damn cold.  We make our way inside, but then i had to run around like a blue arsed fly finding Bauer who had sorted my friend’s son a photo pass because security weren’t going to let him in with his professional camera! Once that was sorted, showtime.  I won’t go into how awesome it was, cause let’s face it, when has a show not been (ignoring Friday night)
All too soon, the show’s over and we’re queuing for the signing.  I was going to get them to sign my boots, but decided against it and pulled my passport out. (Hey, it’s expired) and waited.  As usual, Jerad was first and he drew me a mini monkey head (score!) and passed it on to Jackson.  I move along the line until I reach Johnson who looks up and STARTS A FUCKING CONVERSATION WITH ME!!! I don’t know if he recognised me from the interview or just my shirt, i couldn’t give a shit.  Ben Mother Fucking Johson began a conversation with me 🙂 (It even beat the massage G gave me at the signing the night before, but that’s another story)
All in all,, Thursday that week was a damn good day!
I love it Mich.  My readers have been introduced to my framily member Mich.  But she is one of my European monkey junkies.  I’m so excited to share her story.  Enjoy and monkey love, hugs and kisses to ya sweetie.
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You wanna know what I did today?????

Well even if you don’t wanna, I’m gonna tell you anyways.  I have this group and we love 100 Monkeys.  We are upset about what has happened over the last several months.  But yesterday took the fucking proverbial cake.  It was brutal to watch that livestream.  I will NEVER do it again.  At least not for a few years, til everyone grows up and they learn to play as a band.  So I will look you boys up in a few years.  I know it took a while for you to make it as 100 Monkeys, so I will give ya the benefit of that knowledge.  Please, just play your own songs.  Don’t “cover” any others.  They were so fucking slow I bawled like a baby.

Tonight me and my girls decided lets post pics, talk about memories, cause very few of us have ever met.  We shared our special pictures, talked, some drank, we cried, gave each other compliments on our pics and just remembered the good times.  That is what needs to be remembered.  Go remember your first monkey concert.  Didn’t it rock your world???  Remember watching Jackson and Jerad on stage playing off each other’s energy??  Do you remember when they picked your song for improv?? Or how about the thank you song, do you remember your first one???  Remember the love, remember the fun times.  Stop the bickering, drama causing bullshit.

They need us to be strong for them.  They are going through a hard enough time as it is, we don’t need to make it harder on them.  Much love to all them boys for making me smile, making me get my ass outta bed in the morning, for making my son and me on the same page with music, for making amazing memories.  I will always love you with all my heart.  Please whatever you do, even if its not playing music together, please dear God repair that relationship that you had.  You will always regret it if you don’t.  Much love to all you boys, yes Uncle I called you a boy.  You are the only one in the band older than me, but you do so much more than I ever have or ever will.

I love you girls Chrissy, Mindy, Leigh, Judi, Jenny, Cher, Mich, Rebekah, Mantha, Lacey and Dayna.  You have made my pain much more bearable.  I love you all so much.  I hope you know that.

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Blogs that I follow part 2…..

OKAY Mich????  Are you happy now???  I’m getting this out to you.  Enjoy it and bite me woman.

Just kidding, I love reading my friends’ blogs.  They make me smile, laugh and just are fun to read.  So enjoy these blogs today!!!


If you read books, follow Mich here….

If you want to start a garden, follow Judi here….

And my new follower, we shall see how it goes ….


Enjoy checking these blogs out.


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My Framily member Mich……..

Over a year ago, in fact almost a year and a half ago I became a member of the 100 Monkeys chatter on their website.  I met a person there that goes by the name of Mouse555.  I talked to her on chatter a ton and then I started talking to her on twitter.  Then I had again started reading fanfic and then I found out that one of my fave chicks ever was someone I talked to on chatter, twitter and she wrote stories.  God was that kinda of embarrassing to admit that I didn’t know it was her. I’m so proud of her for going to school and getting her degree.  She makes me think that yea even I can do it.


This is Mich with Ben Graupner of 100 Monkeys and Jackson Rathbone, former band member of 100 Monkeys.  I love the pic.  The hat that Mich is wearing, she is totally rockin’ kewl and I love her much.  This was during the European leg of the Liquid Zoo tour.

She told me that I could go to Britain and be her nanny.  I almost took her up on that offer.  Then I would have gotten to see the guys on my birthday.  That would have totally rocked it hardcore.  But it’s okay I will end up being able to see them again someday.  I cannot wait until we get this new single of their’s coming out Monday March 12, 2012.  YAY so freaking excited.

Mich got to meet my other framily member Mindy cause Mindy is dutch and went home for Thanksgiving/Christmas to spend time with her family in the Netherlands.  I was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo jealous of her, but I’m glad that they got to meet.  This is the pic of them….


It was Mindy’s birthday.  December 14th so that would make this before the Birmingham show.  Mindy is lucky she shares a birthday with Jackson.  Mine is the day after so we were almost birthday twinnies.  I love both them girls so much.

I asked Mich for pics to put on this blog.  This is I think her fave pic from the European tour.  Thanks for sharing it with me and my readers hun.  Tis Mich’s boots finally meeting Jackson’s boots.  Great pic as always.


Now my framily Mich knows how much she means to me.  I couldn’t live without talking to her every once in a while.  So bish, u better be getting a hold of me soon.  I miss seeing your typing lmao.  Keep on being you darling.


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