Did Eddie fire Ricky Ramone?

[McParadigm]

I wonder if the Alive guy is stamped on Pearl Jam pink slips.

[Lament]

They print up new ones for each era. Dave A.'s has the little Vitalogy angel on it.

[96583UP]

I never thought we'd be three people (Jeff/Ed/Ricky) deep into a poop theory without Mike being involved. I'm still not convinced he's not, though. And I think hlniv is involved too. His "I couldn't give two shits" comment definitely has a deeper meaning. It's a clue, I'm just not sure what it means (and whether or not we can trust him, cause he may just be a plant trying to throw us further off the case).

Also, how does the girl Ed kicked out of GA fit into all of this? I'm starting to think she may be the key to putting the whole puzzle together.

maybe, and this is just a hypothetical:

the girl in GA was sent from the future by hlniv to stop the guitar tech incident from happening, so that it would stop this thread from happening

only the flux capacitor on the time machine that hlniv built in his parent's basement where he lives didn't reach the necessary 1.21 giagawatts necessary to send her to LA2, but instead only generated 1.118 giagawatts (due to a power drain from hlniv's george foreman grill). As a result, the non-hot GA arm-flabber was thrust back in time, to LA1, not LA2, into the GA pit, as opposed to backstage where she could tune the sirens guitar herself. When she realized what had transpired she panicked and rabidly charged the stage t1000 style; when she was unexpectedly halted by an angry midget that sings for a popular rock band.

the "two shits" might stand for two dimensions.... this thread in the future, and this thread in the past

how mike fits in is still unclear...

This should help clear things up. It's all about the post riot-act moneygrab (re: the concluding image in the simple process outlined below)





I cannot elaborate further at this time

So what you're saying is, it wasn't the LA 1 non-hot GA lady who traveled back in time to stop ed's guitar tech from fumbling the sirens tuning at LA 2; rather it was Ed. Ed, having completed two wildly unprofessional performances in the modern day musical vienna known as los angeles, and having spent a few days removed, fat and happy from a family-friendly home for purim thanksgiving, and having had time to reflect on the manopausal bonanza that was his LA 2 tech meltdown, and having scoured the internet fastidiously in its wake, and having happened upon this increasingly historically significant RM thread; had an epiphany. Ed, regretting both the firing of Ricky Ramone, and the reading of this thread, made his way to hlniv's parents basement where hlniv lives, and traveled back in time to Baltimore, intent on stopping Jeff from taking that upper decker in his tourbus, and thereby stopping the esclatory scapegoating of Ricky T. Tavi that occurred that night that fueled the justification for Ed's Johnny-from-Karate-Kid-style snub of Ricky ticki tavi on stage during LA 2.

Miffed by being cast aside during yet another 12 minute on-stage encore congratulatory toast of Matt Cameron by Ed, Jeff briskly walked through Ed's personal on-stage area and emotionally hip-checked Ed like 98-lb shooting guard making a weak move to the basket; only to find that the moment that he made it fully side-stage, he was struck from above by a pile of suspended sandbags that had been untied from their cleat by Back-From-the-Future Ed, who had been waiting in the shadows, black leather jacket, cool hat, and boku fruit cooler in hand.

Upon the conclusion of his 4th minute of post-RITFW self-adulation, actual-time Baltimore Ed briskly makes his way side-stage, pausing momentarily to notice and step over the now unconscious Jeff Ament, en route to be showered with praise by this night's horde of regional celebrities. It being baltimore, Ed thanked the evening's notably smaller crowd of backstage sychophants, consisting solely of that white guy from The Wire and Cal Ripken the IV. Actual-time Ed makes his way back to his tour bus, goes to sleep; and at some point around 4am, finds that his red-wine fueled constipato is ready to erupt. Ed makes a nonchalant BM in his upper decker-free tour bus, and Ricky T. Tavi, although operating on a relatively short leash due to his apparent debacle at Brooklyn I, is none the more in Ed's dog house as a result of the evenings events.

Jeff however, awakes from his unconscious bout on the floor of the Baltimore sidestage, and realizes that he has been unable to restore order to the moral universe via an upper decker to ed's tourbus bathroom; and rushing to the nearest place in baltimore that he can take a dump (anywhere), runs into a disheveled and disturbed ricky ticki tavi. After relieving himself where he stands, and quipping "who's gonna notice, its Baltimore", Jeff lights up tavi's cigarette and strikes up a conversation about how distressed his relationship with Edward Mueller has become. Tavi, exhausted from years of a devil wears prada style work environment, jokes "how funny would that be if i totally fucked ed's guitar tuning during sirens for some mega show - somewhere where all of his phoney hollywood friends are all coming out of the woodwork because they saw PJ20 and want to pretend like they've been there in support all along, and Ed is gladly gobbling it up, somewhere like LA - LA 2 maybe..." Jeff grins, let's out a post-shit trailer fart, and agrees.

Mike happens to walk by at the precise moment Jeff's post-dump trailer let's out, but is able to hear the fart-muffled sounds of what he believes to be a plot to de-Siren LA 2... Still feeling slighted by Ed's Wrigley LB meltdown Mike inches closer to the conversation ...

and the plop thickens....

[Birds in Hell]

I never thought we'd be three people (Jeff/Ed/Ricky) deep into a poop theory without Mike being involved. I'm still not convinced he's not, though. And I think hlniv is involved too. His "I couldn't give two shits" comment definitely has a deeper meaning. It's a clue, I'm just not sure what it means (and whether or not we can trust him, cause he may just be a plant trying to throw us further off the case).

Also, how does the girl Ed kicked out of GA fit into all of this? I'm starting to think she may be the key to putting the whole puzzle together.

maybe, and this is just a hypothetical:

the girl in GA was sent from the future by hlniv to stop the guitar tech incident from happening, so that it would stop this thread from happening

only the flux capacitor on the time machine that hlniv built in his parent's basement where he lives didn't reach the necessary 1.21 giagawatts necessary to send her to LA2, but instead only generated 1.118 giagawatts (due to a power drain from hlniv's george foreman grill). As a result, the non-hot GA arm-flabber was thrust back in time, to LA1, not LA2, into the GA pit, as opposed to backstage where she could tune the sirens guitar herself. When she realized what had transpired she panicked and rabidly charged the stage t1000 style; when she was unexpectedly halted by an angry midget that sings for a popular rock band.

the "two shits" might stand for two dimensions.... this thread in the future, and this thread in the past

how mike fits in is still unclear...

This should help clear things up. It's all about the post riot-act moneygrab (re: the concluding image in the simple process outlined below)





I cannot elaborate further at this time

So what you're saying is, it wasn't the LA 1 non-hot GA lady who traveled back in time to stop ed's guitar tech from fumbling the sirens tuning at LA 2; rather it was Ed. Ed, having completed two wildly unprofessional performances in the modern day musical vienna known as los angeles, and having spent a few days removed, fat and happy from a family-friendly home for purim thanksgiving, and having had time to reflect on the manopausal bonanza that was his LA 2 tech meltdown, and having scoured the internet fastidiously in its wake, and having happened upon this increasingly historically significant RM thread; had an epiphany. Ed, regretting both the firing of Ricky Ramone, and the reading of this thread, made his way to hlniv's parents basement where hlniv lives, and traveled back in time to Baltimore, intent on stopping Jeff from taking that upper decker in his tourbus, and thereby stopping the esclatory scapegoating of Ricky T. Tavi that occurred that night that fueled the justification for Ed's Johnny-from-Karate-Kid-style snub of Ricky ticki tavi on stage during LA 2.

Miffed by being cast aside during yet another 12 minute on-stage encore congratulatory toast of Matt Cameron by Ed, Jeff briskly walked through Ed's personal on-stage area and emotionally hip-checked Ed like 98-lb shooting guard making a weak move to the basket; only to find that the moment that he made it fully side-stage, he was struck from above by a pile of suspended sandbags that had been untied from their cleat by Back-From-the-Future Ed, who had been waiting in the shadows, black leather jacket, cool hat, and boku fruit cooler in hand.

Upon the conclusion of his 4th minute of post-RITFW self-adulation, actual-time Baltimore Ed briskly makes his way side-stage, pausing momentarily to notice and step over the now unconscious Jeff Ament, en route to be showered with praise by this night's horde of regional celebrities. It being baltimore, Ed thanked the evening's notably smaller crowd of backstage sychophants, consisting solely of that white guy from The Wire and Cal Ripken the IV. Actual-time Ed makes his way back to his tour bus, goes to sleep; and at some point around 4am, finds that his red-wine fueled constipato is ready to erupt. Ed makes a nonchalant BM in his upper decker-free tour bus, and Ricky T. Tavi, although operating on a relatively short leash due to his apparent debacle at Brooklyn I, is none the more in Ed's dog house as a result of the evenings events.

Jeff however, awakes from his unconscious bout on the floor of the Baltimore sidestage, and realizes that he has been unable to restore order to the moral universe via an upper decker to ed's tourbus bathroom; and rushing to the nearest place in baltimore that he can take a dump (anywhere), runs into a disheveled and disturbed ricky ticki tavi. After relieving himself where he stands, and quipping "who's gonna notice, its Baltimore", Jeff lights up tavi's cigarette and strikes up a conversation about how distressed his relationship with Edward Mueller has become. Tavi, exhausted from years of a devil wears prada style work environment, jokes "how funny would that be if i totally fucked ed's guitar tuning during sirens for some mega show - somewhere where all of his phoney hollywood friends are all coming out of the woodwork because they saw PJ20 and want to pretend like they've been there in support all along, and Ed is gladly gobbling it up, somewhere like LA - LA 2 maybe..." Jeff grins, let's out a post-shit trailer fart, and agrees.

Mike happens to walk by at the precise moment Jeff's post-dump trailer let's out, but is able to hear the fart-muffled sounds of what he believes to be a plot to de-Siren LA 2... Still feeling slighted by Ed's Wrigley LB meltdown Mike inches closer to the conversation ...

and the plop thickens....

Please stop.

[Harry Lime]

I've read stories where Thom Yorke is an asshole to Jonny Greenwood on stage. But Thom's a dick, so...

[hlniv]

I never thought we'd be three people (Jeff/Ed/Ricky) deep into a poop theory without Mike being involved. I'm still not convinced he's not, though. And I think hlniv is involved too. His "I couldn't give two shits" comment definitely has a deeper meaning. It's a clue, I'm just not sure what it means (and whether or not we can trust him, cause he may just be a plant trying to throw us further off the case).

Also, how does the girl Ed kicked out of GA fit into all of this? I'm starting to think she may be the key to putting the whole puzzle together.

maybe, and this is just a hypothetical:

the girl in GA was sent from the future by hlniv to stop the guitar tech incident from happening, so that it would stop this thread from happening

only the flux capacitor on the time machine that hlniv built in his parent's basement where he lives didn't reach the necessary 1.21 giagawatts necessary to send her to LA2, but instead only generated 1.118 giagawatts (due to a power drain from hlniv's george foreman grill). As a result, the non-hot GA arm-flabber was thrust back in time, to LA1, not LA2, into the GA pit, as opposed to backstage where she could tune the sirens guitar herself. When she realized what had transpired she panicked and rabidly charged the stage t1000 style; when she was unexpectedly halted by an angry midget that sings for a popular rock band.

the "two shits" might stand for two dimensions.... this thread in the future, and this thread in the past

how mike fits in is still unclear...

This should help clear things up. It's all about the post riot-act moneygrab (re: the concluding image in the simple process outlined below)





I cannot elaborate further at this time

So what you're saying is, it wasn't the LA 1 non-hot GA lady who traveled back in time to stop ed's guitar tech from fumbling the sirens tuning at LA 2; rather it was Ed. Ed, having completed two wildly unprofessional performances in the modern day musical vienna known as los angeles, and having spent a few days removed, fat and happy from a family-friendly home for purim thanksgiving, and having had time to reflect on the manopausal bonanza that was his LA 2 tech meltdown, and having scoured the internet fastidiously in its wake, and having happened upon this increasingly historically significant RM thread; had an epiphany. Ed, regretting both the firing of Ricky Ramone, and the reading of this thread, made his way to hlniv's parents basement where hlniv lives, and traveled back in time to Baltimore, intent on stopping Jeff from taking that upper decker in his tourbus, and thereby stopping the esclatory scapegoating of Ricky T. Tavi that occurred that night that fueled the justification for Ed's Johnny-from-Karate-Kid-style snub of Ricky ticki tavi on stage during LA 2.

Miffed by being cast aside during yet another 12 minute on-stage encore congratulatory toast of Matt Cameron by Ed, Jeff briskly walked through Ed's personal on-stage area and emotionally hip-checked Ed like 98-lb shooting guard making a weak move to the basket; only to find that the moment that he made it fully side-stage, he was struck from above by a pile of suspended sandbags that had been untied from their cleat by Back-From-the-Future Ed, who had been waiting in the shadows, black leather jacket, cool hat, and boku fruit cooler in hand.

Upon the conclusion of his 4th minute of post-RITFW self-adulation, actual-time Baltimore Ed briskly makes his way side-stage, pausing momentarily to notice and step over the now unconscious Jeff Ament, en route to be showered with praise by this night's horde of regional celebrities. It being baltimore, Ed thanked the evening's notably smaller crowd of backstage sychophants, consisting solely of that white guy from The Wire and Cal Ripken the IV. Actual-time Ed makes his way back to his tour bus, goes to sleep; and at some point around 4am, finds that his red-wine fueled constipato is ready to erupt. Ed makes a nonchalant BM in his upper decker-free tour bus, and Ricky T. Tavi, although operating on a relatively short leash due to his apparent debacle at Brooklyn I, is none the more in Ed's dog house as a result of the evenings events.

Jeff however, awakes from his unconscious bout on the floor of the Baltimore sidestage, and realizes that he has been unable to restore order to the moral universe via an upper decker to ed's tourbus bathroom; and rushing to the nearest place in baltimore that he can take a dump (anywhere), runs into a disheveled and disturbed ricky ticki tavi. After relieving himself where he stands, and quipping "who's gonna notice, its Baltimore", Jeff lights up tavi's cigarette and strikes up a conversation about how distressed his relationship with Edward Mueller has become. Tavi, exhausted from years of a devil wears prada style work environment, jokes "how funny would that be if i totally fucked ed's guitar tuning during sirens for some mega show - somewhere where all of his phoney hollywood friends are all coming out of the woodwork because they saw PJ20 and want to pretend like they've been there in support all along, and Ed is gladly gobbling it up, somewhere like LA - LA 2 maybe..." Jeff grins, let's out a post-shit trailer fart, and agrees.

Mike happens to walk by at the precise moment Jeff's post-dump trailer let's out, but is able to hear the fart-muffled sounds of what he believes to be a plot to de-Siren LA 2... Still feeling slighted by Ed's Wrigley LB meltdown Mike inches closer to the conversation ...

and the plop thickens....

Please stop.

If he stops now, he will fail to see the connection with the wrigley rain delay. And miss the epiphany of realizing that there existed two realities, and said rain delay was actually the post-time warp dual reality in which both shits came together as one, which were ultimately doomed to diverge into lower and upper deckers at the stadium

[Man in Black]

I just hope that Jill doesn't get all classy on us and NOT write a tell-all memoir after the divorce.


GRUNGE HELL : MY LIFE WITH MR. ANGST.

by Jill McCormick

Forewards by Rick Weinman, Beth Liebling, and Jeff Ament.

[Lament]

I hope they start a band and go on tour.

Beth - Bass
Rick - Guitar
Jill - Vocals
Dave A. - Drums
Jeff - Sick dunks choreographed perfectly to the music on an 8 foot hoop placed on stage

Mike will show up and make an appearance here and there.

[spike]

I think I know why they tour less these days. They can't fucking stand each other.

[makeshift]

where are the jesus twins when you need them?

[VinylGuy]

so he wasnt there anymore then?

[Dr. Van Nostrand]

so he wasnt there anymore then?

People on the Facebook group said he was there last night

[epilogue]

They print up new ones for each era. Dave A.'s has the little Vitalogy angel on it.

There's a Vitalogy angel?

[Jorge]

This little guy

[stupidmop]

so he wasnt there anymore then?

People on the Facebook group said he was there last night

Really? A person in the fanviews thread on the pit said they saw a different dude.

I can't imagine ed would be too happy after that facebook thing. Presuming someone told him about it that is. Maybe they called it even .

Dave A's pink slip was probably a crumpled scrap of paper with 'sorry bro' written on it along side a crude drawing of Dave with a dick on his head and a piece of eds chewed gum stuck to the back.

[Dr. Van Nostrand]

so he wasnt there anymore then?

People on the Facebook group said he was there last night

Really? A person in the fanviews thread on the pit said they saw a different dude.

I can't imagine ed would be too happy after that facebook thing. Presuming someone told him about it that is. Maybe they called it even .

Dave A's pink slip was probably a crumpled scrap of paper with 'sorry bro' written on it along side a crude drawing of Dave with a dick on his head and a piece of eds chewed gum stuck to the back.

He supposedly isn't handing ed guitars anymore but was still there, but i don't think anyone has tried to get pictures of ricky either being there or not

[Jorge]

lol, he got demoted?

[numbers]

lol, he got demoted?

He's only trusted with the wine now.

[Dr. Van Nostrand]

lol, he got demoted?

He's only trusted with the wine now.

That would be a promotion

[numbers]

He would probably bring out tequila by accident and stuff like that anyway.