Same Mom as the Kalispell Writer, Just Down in Missoula; Although I Can't Prove the Threat, Circumstantial Evidence Would Indicate the Threat Was There! Let Go of the Music--Elliot & Band Members are Being Held as POWs or Prisoners of War in His Mother's Battle with the Government!
How do you go from being the Hard Rock Band of 2008, Magnet Magazine, with three other worldwide magazines hot on your ass, and just up and disappear? Easy, get a big bad mother-fucker like the government breathing down your neck, and that of your mother, making the threat good, taking everything your mother has, multi-million dollar cases to boot, and you will believe them.
Originally, the band, God's Revolver, and to my surprise, Maraloka, another band Elliot has played in since 2008, but I didn't know that until I went back and looked up an article I wrote on GoArticles, because I was sure way back then that a sting operation, involving the government, my family, the Mormon Church and most likely the mafia, given both my father and sister's involvement with them, plus connections with Las Vegas, was going on, stealing God's Revolver's, Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider?
I remember Elliot calling me, right after I had heard his CD, and was shocked to here the progression from the little 12 year old band, Purification, to the rockin your ass off, God's Revolver, with a 2nd CD, that has yet to be released, that was finished in early 2011--where the hell is the music? The songs are equally as amazing, with as much fire, if not more than the first CD . . . and so? What in the world would possess an eager, hungry, award winning, record dealing band, to just up and quit? You tell me?
Release the POWs, Let Them Rock the World!
Both bands give it all they've got. You see it in Reeds face, in the dueling guitars of John and Trey, both drummers, at times used interchangeable, beat the hell out of the drums, and Elliot, more so in his newer music, you can see the song at the top of YouTube, when you search under God's Revolver and again in Maraloka, head banging, dogs barking, not quitting until the last breath on "The Dogs Are Turning on Us" and whatever the song's title is on the Slug Magazine, the blue looking music video, but my point is after Elliot got his face out of his hair, you can see the power of the looks the rockin beat, and he can't stand still, walking and rocking all over the stage, just like you will when you hear then live!
I know that Elliot is looking at my blog, because at times I don't want the government to track me, or anyone to know where I am, especially when I am on the road, with cops stopping at every bus terminal. Just a side not, every 30 or so years, the generations kiss each other, and this is where a rocker mom, and her bass guitar picking son match up, but that is not all, we both are into green life styles, utilitarians, just have what is utilized, El won't buy anything but clothes made in the U.S.A., he rides TRACS in Salt Lake City, and I ride buses, trains, shuttles, etc.
Just recently, there was an article about revitalizing the downtown area of some state, and they said, that is for the young and older generation who would rather live in the cities, for the public transportation, walking, bike riding, rather than commuting from the suburbs. Me and Elliot's Dad, Richard Clifton Secrist, have always gravitated to the cities, even when in the country, due to the convenience, saving time on commutes, and for the diversity--Elliot's dad happens to be a city planner in Mesquite, Nevada!
Mom, I am Just a City Boy!
One time when I took Chris--17, Elliot--14, Brandon, and Isaac Anderson, his cousin, on a 17 day trip across the country to see the sights, Mt. Rushmore, the Corn Palace, in some dinky ass South Dakota Town was a highlight for these little skateboarders and rock stars, Niagara Falls, Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Washington, D.C., etc. We had a blast, but the boys goal was to skateboard in every major city we stopped in--and all I saw of Philly, was under the freeway! My goal was to educate them, conflict of interest! But we had a great time. One of the greatest fun was going around the Statue of Liberty, in an 80 foot speed boat, painted like a colorful orange shark, teeth and all, and rocking out to music!
We hit New York, right close to where the Twin Towers were located, prior to 9/11, and while walking down the streets of New York, Elliot saw NYU, or New York University, and said that is the college I want to go to! No surprise, he actually got accepted to the Berkeley School of Music in Boston, another stop on our trip. But one time about that same time, I took Elliot for a ride up to see the fall leaves in Midway, Utah and the mountains around that small mountain town.
I said, isn't this beautiful, unimpressed he turned to me and said, Mom, I am just city boy! I don't think he realizes the impact those trips to the mountains had, while he chooses to live in the city, he is always up in the mountains hiking, bike riding, and camping out, so . . . he got the love of the city from his daddy, and the love of the country from his mommy, very balanced kid.
Funniest Story From Our Cross Country Trip
We hit West Virginia, and stopped to camp at a KOA campground, and as we pulled in this creepy, sleepy, on dirt roads, campground, that made me think that I wanted to write a novel called Murder at the KOA, due to the backwoods, nature of the place, that looked like the perfect place, with a built in theme, mood, characters, tone, and soon to be an epiphany of the trip--when the sign behind the door, says, Don't Drop Food on the Floor of the Cabin, they mean it.
Now the boys had a room to themselves, with a door between me and them, gratefully for me, and they had four bunk beds in that room. After the boys ventured into the old swimming pool, in the hot July evening, with the Acadia bugs, screaming, choking, or croaking in the trees above us, that were draped with some type of vegetation that looked like spider webs, hanging from a Halloween decoration, they went in the back room. And then all hell broke loose!
Alright, Men, Get Your Weapons, 1,2,3 Bomb the Roaches
I never saw a cockroach, but the boys saw armies of them in their room. Someone, who didn't read the door or didn't believe the one who posted the message to not leave food on the floors, dropped a chocolate candy bar on the floor and roaches pounced on it from all corners! There were not screams from the boys, but Chris, being the oldest, and at the time, somewhat of a bully to his younger brother El, and his friends, took command of the situation.
He ordered all of them onto the beds, and to get anything they could find to hurl at the cockroaches that had literally taken over the room, or at least that is what is sounded like . . . I heard shoes, underwear, shirts, and even suitcases and backpacks hitting the floor, trying to ward off these pesky chocolate eaters, who had invaded the cabin floor, waiting for another morsel of that yummy stuff. This war, literally went on for hours, or so it seemed to me, who had yet to see on of the nasty creatures on my bedroom floor, thankfully.
Finally, two of the weary soldiers of the bunk room bug war, walked passed me and asked for the keys to the car. What the hell for, was my question. Elliot said, they had enough of the bugs, and they also had seen spiders, so that was enough to throw in the towel, and head for the car, where the creatures of the backwoods of West Virginia couldn't get at them. I am not sure how comfortable the night sleep was, since the war started before dark and it was about 2 a.m. at the time they raised the white flag, but they had deserved at least a few hours of sleep, before the sun came up over the Arcadia filled trees, with spider webs on them!
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