I have been reading and wondering about the whole Marty Puccio conviction since seeing the movie. I have an unwanted need to find out as much as I can to form the correct opinion. For 7 years I was with a man who beat me serverly. Broken bones and nasty bruises were a part of my everyday life. So I do sympathize with Marty on that part. (if true).

As many times as I wished my ex husband dead so that I could have some peace in my life, I knew it would be morally wrong to kill him myself. Why couldn't Marty have left Florida? Beacuse he had no money? I left my ex husband with 2 children and 5 dollars...and nothing else. Now 6 years later, I am a successful AP Accountant and I have 2 happy little boys......But Marty found it impossible to leave with just himself. He could have gone with his crazy giorlfriend!! It baffles me....because on one end I feel sorry for anyone who gets abused and second I don't want to feel bad for him because Bobby Kent (even if he was an asshole) was someones son. I have 2 sons and I am trying to raise them to be neither bullies or victims!!

In Massachusetts we have a womans prison in Framingham and there are 8 women there who are doing life for murdering their abusive ex husbands. They are known as the Framingham 8 and have been trying to get their convictions overturned. Does Marty fall into this category? Does anyone ever have a excuse for taking someone elses life unless their own is in some immediate danger? It it really a doubled edged sword for me. I know the complete helplessness people feel, but I also know how amazing it feels when you are able to break free!!

well, I seen the movie bully.......and i am really into the movie........I have all ready read the book "bully" and it was a good book BUT.......i'm hearing all kinds of crap that don't make sence to me about this story...well to fined out more, I and my boyfriend that helps me, found alot of research about this story.......I my self went on www.myspace.com and found some old high school friends of marty's and bobby's..........one guy name Robert told me that he knew bobby and marty from 6th grade and hung out with them up in til they got wierd.....since 11th grade.....wierd i asked?? he told me they were friends and they seem fine up until high school.....they started to skip school and started to do drug's and got wierd....and met and nother lady on myspace, but I forgot her name but anyways.....she told me that bobby was not a bully.....and marty was no a weck guy....<~i guess by the looks and i guess he would stand up for him self....anyways.....she told me that bobby was a nice guy and didn't know why marty would kill his own best friend....she also knew them from 6th grade......i found a nother women that knew them from high school and she told me that they would some times bully her....and some times say hi, and bye...i found a nother guy that knew them both from high school and he told me that they would both bully him for being GAY. anyways......i did some research and i found out were marty was being kept.....i got the phone num of the prison and asked them on how i can go about writing a inmate in prison.....they gave me marty's information so i could write to him and this is the info: i got : Desoto Corections-Martin Puccio-DC# 963022? BED # G3112L -address-13617 S.E. hwy 70 Arcadia, FL. 34266.
ANYWAYS, when i was on the site, i read some one elseies comments and they had a different address were he was staying.....so what's up with that?!?!?!?
but i want to know the truth......i hear so many different story's.......i still have not wrote to him cause i'm not sure what i want to say......i don't want to just come straight out and say " hey, what happend that night, and why? "
marty might not want to talk about it.....maybe he grew up and realize what he has done.....maybe it has hit him and what someone ask's it might hurt him..........i'm not sure?!?!? but i do want to write to him and maybe become pen pales and after i get his trust....than i'll ask....what do you think?!?!
anyways....i have also heard that he does not have a daughter, i heard that lisa was already pregnant by someone else before they got together..........but the book did say that they have a lil' girl named magan.....but remember....the book was 90% WRONG.

p.s i'll write more if i fined out more.

We go to school, with booze, and possibly cakes...

First exam out of the way on Thursday just gone. Philosophy of Sex. I'd read loads about rape and paedophilia, so when a question about the link between sexual morality and the notion of consent came up I high-fived myself, mentally, in my head. Or summat.

It was then off to Leicester for the evening.. Work treated our department to a posh meal at The Case that evening, it was a bit nice...

Starter: Spiced Aubergine, Spinach and Sweet Potato Cake, with tomato and coriander sauce.

Main: Loin of Venison with Roasted Sweet Marinated Onions, all on Bubble and Squeak.

Dessert: Raspberry and Baileys Crème Brulee.


We didn't even have to stump up for our own drinks..which was good, 'cause it would've been £50 per head easily with the food in overall.

After the restaurant action had oiled the cogs of joy, I met up with Lee and James down the Lansdowne for hot Weezer air guitar action (they had the 'Blue Album' on), and then off to 60s/70s night at the Fanny. Boogieabundance ensued, as I seemed to forget I'd gotta get up at 7:30 the next morning.

This evening I slept to try and get some defudgedness into my cranium but, alas, I was still spazzy. So off to nodfordshire now, and tomorrow will come and save my bot-bot.

The new Deerhoof EP is a bit great btw. 'Green Cosmos' rules the Earth with jolity and a side order of faggots.

Herman Dune was great fun with Alessia, Dave, Pablo, Tristan and Gill upon the Saturday evening, a good break from the essay/exam hell of the next 18 days....which are destined to be soundtracked by:

Xiu Xiu - 'La Foret'
M83 - 'Before The Dawn Heals Us'
Hella - 'Church Gone Wild/Chirpin Hard'
Arcade Fire - 'Funeral'
Deerhoof - 'Milk Man'
Dinosaur Jr - 'Bug'

Shit, it's REALLY late, and I've gotta be in Uni for ten to get some books back eeeeh.

Ni-ni x

" I saw them play Glasgow on Thursday. Best gig of my life bar none.

There's so much to see when they're playing. Napoleon standing on the speakers with a crash helmet on, Win Butler crowdsurfing, the violinists doing wierd stuff to each other. The acoustics were great and the setlist was amazing. When they came back on for an encore they started to play "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall" which then went into "Wake Up".

It was intense. It was emotional, there was tears welling in my eyes and at the end of "In The Backseat" they parted the crowd and did a 'funeral procession' up the middle of the crowd, still playing. We followed them downstairs (still playing, mind) and into the cloakroom. It was unbelievable..."

An account of the Glasgow Arcade Fire gig, from Donald Darko off the Angst messageboard.

*hits self for not going to Brum to see them*

Can't relax tonight; body and mind out of synch, not enough motivation to be productive. Listened to Neil Young some, then nothing.

Looked at pictures, liked this most:



Early morning tomorrow, the mattress calls..

so that i might alight to this:

I was cheeky the other day. I had a beast of a Marx essay to prepare for, and a mood from hell. I'd felt a void since my old walkman got stolen, and I wanted the same one, so I wandered for 45 minutes finding it, bought some decent headphones, then bought:


for £5.99 (46 tracks - yeay!)

as well as:



(£11.00 combined)

and a Xiu Xiu single. Hot academic cafe action then ensued with an uberlush soundtrack. Disc 2 of the RT Indiepop thing owns me right now, especially Magnetic Fields' '100,000 fireflies', that's a bit special...but all of it's amazing really.

Revisit some Hetfield poetry, you know you want to.

"He's what is known in some schools as a fucking lazy thick n****r". Big Ron goes big fat wrong and, like Chelsea, appears to have said bye bye to the Champions League (as well as ITV Sport).

As I've said before, Sunday-style gigs rule. Admittedly, this time a few of us had been out the night before (what with it being a Saturday and that) and were suffering from slight jaundice. A bigass Wagamama meal (incidentally, also the choice of the Franz drummer geezer) plus boozes boosted the energies, combined with the euphoria of Ted arriving in good time. So, it was a rare sight to see the posse (Ted, Me, Ale, Andy, Emma, Chris, Pablo and Gill) piling into the City of Rock before the first support band had taken to the stage.

Sons And Daughters are probably best reviewed by Ted as he has intimate experience of them from his visits to Glasgow and that. Indeed, as Ted described drunkenly and emphatically failing to chat up the foxy bass/guitar mandolin player lady I couldn't help but fnd myself enjoying the band but not feeling totally engaged. But that probably says more about me.

Next up were the Fiery Furnaces. Now until the previous night, when it got an airing at Rescue Rooms, I didn't even know there was a loud and raucous version of what I had previously known as the beautifully languid 'Tropical Iceland'. I even thought the RR had played some kinda Fatboy Slim remix or summat. It was therefore slightly disparaging to find much of the FF's material to be besmirched (sp?) by crazy blur-style wurlitzer organy tones, and a little tiring to experience the whole set playedwithoutanygapsatallbetweensongsnotevenamillisecondtobreathe. Having said that, they were probably better than The Locust were last week..

And so to the mighty Franz Ferdinand. The album has been glued to my turntable (lodged in the CD drive of my computer has less of a ring, natch?) for some time now, after initial doubts (which mainly centered on bewilderment that they'd re-recorded 'Darts Of Pleasure' for the album, rendering it slightly less fallesque (i.e. less shambolic), and the incessant fear that FF had covered 'Disco Down' by Shed Seven a dozen times) there was no fear that this was going to be anything other than a joy. And so it proved.

The Ferds got a tumultuous reception, starting with a glorious 'Cheating On You' and 'Tell Her Tonight' combo, which emphasised the important vocal role of that bloke on guitar with the dark hair. Quite frankly, it was a stunning start, and the band looked as euphoric as the audience. Alex wittered something about it being hot in here and thanking us for dancing, before announcing that the next one would be 'easy to dance to' and launching into the Top 3 chart smash. The wonderful '40ft' was done before the halfway point and cracking versions of '..Matinee' and 'Michael' (which sounds less of an Interpol ripoff live) were delivered. 'Van Tango' got an airing, which was a shame 'cause it sounds well out of date now..I was hoping for 'All For You, Sophia', but no cigar there I'm afraid. The inevitable 'Shopping For Blood' in the encore and 'Darts Of Pleasure' finale rounded off the gig in great style, leaving the Franz up a step further in my already high estimation. Blimey, it's been a good 7 days for giggage for an oldster like me.

Sunday-style (i.e. Bank Holidays - days of enjoyment which everyone cheers) gigs rock ass. Especially if you make good use of the day. We got to Birmingham around half past four, with doors opening at 7ish. This allowed us to attempt to find unshit bars and swanky restaurants (failure: Hogshead, Pizza Hut) to get pissed and have some decent scran (Success: Beer, Guinness, Turbo Shandy, er..Pepsi Max, and Pizza, Potato Wedges, Salad) and generally become highly relaxed. Top banana.

We eventually headed off to the 'Birmingham Carling Academy', sexily placed just below Argos Extra, but in it's favour it did have a cinema style 'MON: YEAH YEAH YEAHS' classic old-school thingy on the front, so props restored.

We got a) in, b) drinks, and c) in position without knowledge of who the support band(s) were going to be. First up was a hairy fellow with a lab coat, a guitar, some crayzee fx pedal malarkey and a penchant for dem blooz. I didn't realise at the time, but it was in fact Devendra Banhart, who I'm only fleetingly aware of via a few compilations and stuff. He was quite interesting, hardcore blooz inflooences, but his voice was interesting and the fx use was very creative, nice use of delay etc..hmm...grreat.

Next up were The Locust, who played their classic hits 'High Maintenance Libido, Bring the Whle Family', 'Skin Graft at Seventy-Five Miles Per Hour', 'Fixed Companionship, Ghost Town Irrationality', 'Well I'll be a Monkey's Uncle', 'Halo of pubic hair and earwax manufactured for the champion in all of us', '23 lubed up schizophrenics with delusions of grandeur' and 'psst is that a halfie in your pants?'. All of which sludge/grind/death/speed/roar-core malarkey aggrieved da kidz somewhat, who decided to boo 'em heartily. As you might expect from the song titles, there is an element of humour in them, which was revealed when they barracked the crowd with such heckles as 'you'll catch up with our shit in a couple of years, douchebags!' and 'you fucken cahntz!', before the drummer proceeded to vomit into a pint glass and threaten to throw it into the audience, before throwing it over his own head and proceeding to plough into their encore. Classic.

And then, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs...

I've not had such high expectations for a gig for a while. I hadn't seem 'em before, and the album was one of my faves of 2003. The venue was good, great sound and very full. I didn't hear many brummie accents ('Oy rilly loike Kazoo I fink shays love loy'), and due to the appearance of the venue, I constantly thought I was at the old De Monfort Uni Student Union Arena place. Eeeh by gum.

We (me, Pablo, Ted and Chris) positioned ourselves slightly in front of halfway back and slightly left of centre of the floor. It was a decent view (certainly near enough when The Locust were on), but as the set unfolded I couldn't resist the urge to slink forwards a bit, you know, just on the offchance of 'Art Star' turning up somewhere.

As it happened the opener was a newie (I think), and a good'un at that. They then clunked into 'Rich' which rocked ass. Miss Orzalek was in full dynamic feisty stage prowler mode, although she did hide her gusset with a vaguely ladybirdesque catsuit with red accoutrements style outfit in the second half of the show. Nick Guitar Dude was quite transfixing too - it's good to see someone (well, someone other than The Locust) giving their guitar a sound seeing to on stage for a change.

Other highlights were a storming 'Man', a wonderful 'Our Time' (with comedy northern 'It's ow-er taime sherweet beh-beh' bloke-in-the-crowd assistance) a pant-wettingly good 'Art Star' (yay!) and an absolutely gobsmacking so-good-i-nearly-cried-coz-i-was-finkin-baht-me-beyatch 'Maps'. Beautiful.

At the end I was sweaty as fook but happy as Larry, despite the lack of 'Pin', the only 'oh well' of the night really. Superfantastique! Oh, hang on, that's next Sunday intit?...