Posts Tagged ‘Cockpit’

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Whenever you get home from a tour, everyone begs to know what “really happened” out there. Your best friend down to your favorite bartender all ask for the inside track. They need the stories you’d rather take to your grave. They want a glimpse of the glory. Everyone craves just a little taste of the kill. They want to swing on the fringe with you for just a moment before landing back on safe ground. Want no more, fashion fiends I’m here to scratch your itch. I tempt you with a sneak peak into the filthy looking glass of the Rock Roll road. I will warn you, it can get a little messy.

I will first give a bit of advice to all of those out there sitting at home punching a clock while your better half is “god knows where” doing “god knows what” for little or no money. Your lover may come home crying “it’s so hard, I’d rather be here with you than living like an animal”. They may tell you they hate it on tour and rally your sympathy. Remember this: they are lying. This is how we ease our guilt for having too much fun. Is it tough out there? Definitely! Is it fun? More than you can fathom!!! Those of us who choose this life would rather be on the road than anywhere else. When Rock & Roll hunger is in your blood, you must feed. We ARE the animals. The road IS our home. The insanity IS our way. We ARE the circus and this big top just destroyed Texas.

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We headed to Austin to play the Texas Rock Fest during SxSW and from the moment we rolled into town, the mayhem began. Motorhead was playing Stubbs in honor of the premier of Lemmy: The Movie . Watch the trailer and watch the whole film when it’s released. There is a lot to learn from this man and what most don’t know how funny he is. I’m always a sucker for a good laugh and Lemmy was kind enough to invite us to hang out on the Motorhead bus for a while with him before taking the stage. I love listening to his stories, he truly is one of a kind and one hell of a kind!! Thanks Lem! The show was insane and the Motorhead fans were even crazier. The night spilled over into some bar down the street where we ran into friends from from all over the country. Even the lovely Miss Shannon Sleaze of Gasoline Glamour was there. There are parts of the week that were a bit foggy, but how could I forget the insane rock & roll jewels from GG?!

The next two days the festival was booked with early Lip Service comrades like Faster Pussycat and LA Guns and up and comers like Crank County Daredevils, Lady Jack, Dirty Pearls, TLV, Denko Jones and many more. It was great to hang with all of our friends we love and adore and all the new troublemakers that jumped on board. We took over the streets of Austin. Hell was definitely raised but don’t fret, we buried the bodies where they’ll never be found.

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The rest of the tales are left to be told by the pictures. They shall remain nameless to protect the guilty. After all there is a code of touring – “what happens on the road – stays on the road”! You didn’t really think I’d reveal ALL my dirty little secrets, now did you? However, I will leave you with one piece of advice. If you ever wake up in the middle of the night with your guitarist palming your face and screaming, just roll over and go back to sleep. She’s just having a bad dream and you can laugh about it over bloody mary’s in the morning. Until next time underground lovers & style freaks.
Love,
Rachael Rine
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PS- You may ask yourself, why Bloody Knuckles & Bruised thighs? Well, it is a lot of physical work and they just come with the territory especially when you’re clumsy like me. Broken hearts? Yes many were broken… mine by missing the Michael Monroe shows in LA and Austin. I’m going to go drown my sorrows in “Bangkok Shocks, Saigon Shakes, Hanoi Rocks” now. Xxo

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Hello fashion slaves and doms, this is Rachael Rine from the band Cockpit and I have a little bed time story for you.  There was no once upon a time, no dark and stormy night, no long time ago… this tale is of a different nature.  This story is made of a quickened pulse, a burning passion, bleeding hearts, those that rock, those that roll, boulevards, living dreams, the Prince of Darkness and my Stretch Fuck’n Jeans.

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The famed Sunset Strip is my backdrop.  Everyone has their own idea of the strip.  Some revel in the glory of what it used to be by partying amongst the living and dead ghosts of rock n’ roll.  Some try to recreate the grandeur of decades deceased.  Others just come to see it with no notion of what it could, should, or used to be.  People come from far and wide to walk the pavement that led many a soul to the top and drug even more to the bottom.   Sunset Boulevard has been privy to more rock n’ roll debauchery and decadence than any other spot on earth.  However, I can guarantee it has never seen a night like the one we recently shared.

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I must first explain something for those who have never been to or played a show here.  Hollywood is famous for having pompous lack luster crowds not easily roused into the slightest bit of excitement.  That was definitely not the case last Saturday.  That was definitely not the case for The Prince of Darkness.

It was the day of the Sunset Strip Music Festival.  The boulevard was blocked off and all day bands played at every venue on the strip including the two stages set up in the middle of the street.  Ozzy Osbourne was the main attraction and attract he did!

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My night began hanging out at the Rainbow while waiting for the Ozzman to cometh.   The place was packed like a crazy train so I decided to take a walk to the Cat Club for a drink with some girlfriends.  We wanted to revel in the mayhem on the street and stop at the exotic car shop to look at which rides I might like to steal.  We hung at the Cat Club only long enough to down our shots and off we ventured.

As we walked out of the Cat Club you could hear the intro rolling a couple blocks away.  By the time Ozzy busted into his first song “I Don’t Know” there was a thunder of feet on the pavement.  We started running with the screaming herd up the block towards the stage.  The piper was calling us.   The crowd thickened as we neared where the band was playing.  I never would have imagined the rabid fanatic insanity that I witnessed in

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the crowded street.  People were pushing and fighting to get as close to the stage as they could.  There were girls climbing the trees on the sidewalk, people hanging out of office windows, scaling walls, and filling roof tops. The side street Weatherly was just as crowded going up the hill as it was in front of the stage a block away.  Packed together were lovers, fighters, leaders, followers, blue collar, white collar, friends, foes, artist and muse.  For that night we all were one in the same…. we all were the pulse…  we all were crazy babies… we all were devil’s daughters… we all were THE FANS!  It was pure madness, it was beautiful.  You could feel the electric excitement in the air.  I have never seen a crowd in Hollywood with such ferocity and passion as the one that stood in the middle of Sunset Boulevard that night.

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After Ozzy tore through his set, the soaking wet crowd started to disperse.  I was walking to my car watching girls ringing out their Coach bags still reveling in the glow of the beating they just fought for.  They took the fire hose dousing from Ozzy like true rockers.  I couldn’t stop smiling as “Mama I’m Coming Home” rang in my ears for the rest of the night.  Rock & Fuck’n Roll isn’t only alive; it’s got a fire brewing in our hearts that’s getting ready for an Armageddon.  Brace yourselves.  Better yet, pour yourself a stiff Jack & Coke, put on your Cockpit CD, turn it up, throw your fist in the air and enjoy the ride!

Love,

Rachael Rine

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PS- I went for a drink at the Viper Room a couple nights later with photographer and fashion designer Holly Finney.  Ran into a few old friends and did an impromptu photo session in my Stretch Fuck’n Jeans in the bathroom stall.  All inspired by my Ozzy T-shirt.  Enjoy you twisted rock n’ rollers!  Oh and while you’re at it, go add us and say hi!

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