Thick as Thieves

“..was also aware the Harris and Klebold had been stealing computer parts from a room in the school.  Harris and Klebold had been taking parks out of there. “

“..stated that Klebold had stolen an old laptop computer from this room, but that Klebold’s father had found out about it and made him give the old laptop back. “  I want the tv! hehehe ]

“I am a criminal, I have done things that almost nobody would even think about condoning. The reason that I’m writing you now is that I have been caught for the crimes I committed, & I want to go to a new existence.


– Unsent love letter,  Dylan Klebold

In class, both kids could test the teacher’s patience by propping their feet on their desks and leaning back in their chairs. They also were two of the brighter students. While many kids admitted they just skimmed the assigned novels, Klebold finished them weeks before his classmates.

At 617 pages, John Irving’s “A Prayer for Owen Meany” seemed like a daunting read for many in the class. Klebold finished it two weeks before the deadline. “He was a whiz at all of his classes,” says Jennifer Harmon. “He didn’t even have to try. He just knew everything.” [Source]

Hey what CDs/tapes were found in Dylan’s car on 4/20?

In the BMW glove box these were found..

The Best of the Doors ‘85 cassette

White Zombie cassette  

unspecified which one so either La Sexorcisto Devil music  (’92) with “Black Sunshine” a song he referenced in wanting to use for a section of his website. (I tend to think it’s this one…) 

 or..

Astro-Creep 2000 which contained the hit “More Human than Human”

Zack returned Dylan’s FSOL (Future Sound of London)
Dead Cities ‘96

or this one?  

FSOL ISDN ‘97

Eric needs to give Dyl’s yearbook back already (after he’s done signing the shit out of it)

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Eric needs to give Dyl back his Phantom Planet cd

After listening to the group Phantom Planet, an indies band. I somehow think Eric would find this band rather “gay” – unless, of course, Dyl was loaning it to another Eric like say, Eric Jackson or Eric Veik?    Otherwise for Eric H., I’d say Dyl loaned him this instead.. 

MST3K 0902 The Phantom Planet 

Air date March 21, 1998

Synopsis:

In the future, an astronaut crashes on an asteroid populated by tiny aliens at war with another planet. He shrinks to their size and is imprisoned by them.

 😉

Nate needs to return KMFDM Zombie

White Zombie + KMFDM remixed. What more could Dyl want? 😉

Zack needs to give back the computer shit and..Siamese Dream, The Smashing Pumpkins

BORROW:
Dylan is borrowing a mysterious  Oddysey Video (spelled incorrectly)  from some unknown person..

Options here are..

1)   The Odyssey 1997       [Full Movie]  

 Hokey historical nineties mini-series for home entertainment or homework?

2)  ODYSSEY VIDEO – A full selection Video Store

Possibly a bad horror movie or porno purchased by redacted and
Dylan is borrowing.  

Well, that concludes the end of Dylan’s Loan/Borrow list.  Enjoy. 🙂 


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As promised… the D & E laugh track compilations audio!

Yes, now YOU can hear and experience the nuances between
a Dyl and a Rebby in mid LOL..   Enjoy. 🙂 

* Dyl laughing his wicked little bad ass snickers and goofy, mirthful IRL chuckles

* Rebby laughing away in his high pitched chipmunk tittering from:

From:
Radioactive Clothing 
Car Wax Commercial
Hitmen for Hire (no Eric laughs on this one)
Rampart Range

Dylan Klebold Rolling Playlist…

Post a song that perfectly captures the essence of Dylan Klebold for you personally, tag a couple of other people to add to it and reblog and halcyon on and on and on in musical BLISS.  Pretty soon we’ll have a interactive, growing Dylan Klebold Playlist created from our  very own Columbiner TCC Collective Consciousness. ❤ 🙂

Guidelines:

When you select your song think about why percisely it reminds you of Dyl…

  • Do all or some of the lyrics capture him in some way?  
  • Does the musical melody or rhythm seem like him?  If so, why?
  • Is it a bit of both, the lyrics and the melody combined?
  • Can you remember when you first heard the song and having an epiphany that it it’s a perfect Dylan song?

Then..

  • Post your Dylan song in a youtube embedded video format.  
  • If the youtube video does not include the lyrics, and if the lyrics are animportant component to the significance of your Dylan song, post the lyrics under a cut.  You can also post a spotify, soundcloud or other Tumblr approved audio clip of the song. However, youtube vids is the easiest/preferred format for most to experience your Dylan tune.  
  • Having been tagged, you may either reblog and post your song so that a handful of songs are reblogged on one post – that way people can build their Dyl playlist based off of your rec as well as a few reblogs of others recs -or- you can simply post as a standalone  especially if the reblog is getting to cumbersome – it’s entirely up to you. This is an experiment reblogging a string of songs on so if it’s too much to reblog so many, just start as a new post. .

    Just be sure that if you start up a new post to INCLUDE THESE GUIDELINES ALONG WITH IT.

Lastly..

TAG two or  three other people to keep the organic Dylan Playlist rolling along down the infinite Lost Highway of love. 🙂

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I’ve been remiss as @h4le-bopp tagged me to respond to this quite some time ago and so I’m just now getting around to it. Oops. haha.   Since the rolling, roving Dyl playlist was getting a tad too long, I decided to clear the slate and start a brand new one for reblogs. 🙂  Here is the last one in case any one wants to check out the string of songs that reblogged on the last Dyl themed jukebox. 🙂 

The song below reminds me of the depth of Dylan’s struggle with his depression and that sense of feeling stuck in a cycle o endless pain and despair. He’d begun to hit rock bottom in the quick stand of his despair around January of 1999 when he became increasingly despondent. As evinced in Sue’s journal, he was becoming more and more reclusive, sleeping late, missing classes even, not feeding the cats nor doing chores asked of him and oddly, not even acknowledging his father’s return home major surgery at the hospital.

Sue writes…. 

“That spring, whenever Dylan wasn’t busy, and the world slowed down around him, I noticed how pensive and distracted he looked. A month or so before the shootings, I approached him one afternoon as he sat on the couch staring blankly into the middle distance.

“You’re so quiet lately, honey. Are you sure you’re okay?”

He stood up and said, 

“Yeah, I’m just tired and have a lot of homework to do. I’m going up to my room to get it done so I can get to bed a little early.”

“All right,” I said. “You want me to make you something to eat?”  He was also very thin in those last months.  

He shook his head and headed upstairs.

There isn’t a day since the tragedy that I haven’t relived that interaction, that I don’t see myself following him up the stairs..

A faraway look—I have heard suicidologist Thomas Joiner refer to it as “the thousand-yard stare”—is a warning sign for imminent suicide, and one often missed.

His journals indicate a major sea change had taken place in his thinking. The entry on the twentieth of January reads: “im here, STILL alone, still in pain.” He has not died by suicide, and he is angry.”

My offering tonight is a song called Leaving Hope  by NIN. I especially like the piano version  because it reminds me of a pensive, emotionally bereft Dylan sitting at home all alone on the couch with that faraway look, that thousand-yard stare that speaks of of that growing chasm between choosing life and that yearning, that intense need and ache, to “be free” and.it was becoming far greater than anything else left to desire of this life of suffering and pain.  

“I hate this non thinking stasis. I’m stuck in humanity. Maybe going NBK (gawd) with Eric is the way to break free. I hate this. I love you.”

I tag @depressioners​, @mom-in-a-box​ , @prophetofslaughter and @halcyon-dylan

everlasting-contrast:

“Love is more valuable than anything I know. To

love is to enter a completion of oneself.

I hate those who choose to destroy a love, who

take it for granted. love is greater than life even.

As I look for love, I feel i can’t find it. ever. but

something tells me i will someday. somewhere. As

my love will find me, She feels as i do right now,

i can feel it. we will be inseparable, Her & i.

Whether it is (___) or not, i think i’ll find it,

(my love). we will be free to explore the vast wonders

of the stars. To cascade down everlong waterfalls, &

thru the warmest seas of pure happiness…no limits…

no limits, nothing will stop us.”

— Dylan Klebold

Circa April 1999


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Saturday, April 17, 1999   6:00 pm

We’d spent that year begging Dylan to get a haircut, to no avail, but I convinced him to tie his hair back into a ponytail with one of my own elastics for the prom. He put his prescription glasses in his pocket and donned a pair of small-framed sunglasses. We thought he looked
very handsome.

Alison, our renter, came over and offered to take a picture of the three of us. In the picture, Dylan is clowning around, hamming it up like a professional model, Zoolander-style. The sharp lines of his formal wear stand in stark contrast to the faded flannel shirts and worn blue jeans Tom and I are wearing. He kept his sunglasses on as he posed with us; he wore dark glasses often during the last weeks of his life. I believe now he was hiding behind them.

Tom had remembered to charge the batteries on our video camera, and he filmed Dylan briefly before Robyn arrived. The conversation between them is stilted; clearly, neither of them is comfortable on camera. But we have looked back on this pre-prom video many times, and shown it to others. It is absolutely stunning how normal Dylan seems.

He and Tom talk lazily about baseball; Dylan mimes his hero, Randy Johnson, pitching in an ill-fitting tuxedo. Tom makes some comment about growing up, and Dylan remarks he’ll never have kids. Tom says he may change his mind, and Dylan says, “I know. I know. Someday I’ll look back at this and say, ‘What was I thinking?!!’ ” It is breathtakingly prophetic. When Tom persists in filming over Dylan’s protests, Dylan pinches small handfuls of snow from a nearby bush, lobbing the miniature snowballs playfully at Tom until the camera stops running. The fondness between them is palpable. It breaks my heart.

Robyn arrived in good time, looking lovely in a deep blue-purple dress. Tom taped Dylan presenting her with her corsage, and smiling down at her as she struggled to pin a rose to his lapel. I made paparazzi jokes and asked them to move so I could get a picture without parked cars in the background. Since Dylan had assured us he and Robyn were just friends, I was a little surprised—and frankly tickled—to see him put his arm around her.

In the last few frames on the tape Tom shot, the two of them smile into the camera. Then, self consciously but sweetly, they both begin to laugh.

I’m Dylan   Sooo…you  get better chances after high school as far as
college goes, maybe a scholarship?”


Interviewer:
 “Ok, let me ask you this:
are you an independent learner or a group leaner?”

“Uuhh, probably independent.”

*firm hand shake and that look-of-relief charming smile *

Like Mother, Like Son

“I was taking a walk not long before he died, and I’d asked him, ‘Come and pick me up if it rains.’ And he did. He was there for you, and he was the best listener I ever met. I realize now that that was because he didn’t want to talk, and he was hiding. “  – Sue Klebold, Far From the Tree

A Mother’s Reckoning

“A day does not pass that I do not feel a sense of overwhelming guilt–both for the myriad of ways I failed Dylan and for the destruction that he left in his wake… I think often of watching [fourth-grade] Dylan do origami… I loved to make a cup of tea and sit quietly beside him, watching his hands moving as quickly as hummingbirds, delighted to see Dylan turn a square of paper into a frog or a bear or a lobster. I’d always marvel at how something as straightforward as a piece of paper can be completely transformed with only a few creases, to become suddenly replete with new significance. Then I’d marvel at the finished form, the complex folds hidden and unknowable to me. In many ways, that experience mirrors the one I would have after Columbine. I would have to turn what I thought I knew about myself, my son, and my family inside out and around, watching as a boy became a monster, and then a boy again.”

–SUE KLEBOLD

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Sneak Peek of Interview

You don’t hear much about Dylan’s relationship with his brother. I’ve read Bryon being kicked out of the house because of drugs, but what was the relationship between the two?

My sense is that relationship grew apart in their teen years. Byron went to another high school while Dylan was in Jr. High. Byron likely began to hang with a group that was into smoking pot and possibly doing other drugs on a regular basis. This caused some tension in the family with the parents who, in addition, were also having some bumpy patch marital issues of their own. Unlike, Eric looking up to his three years older brother, Kevin, the gap experience for three years older Byron and Dylan became a vast chasm over a period of time where both boys were co-existing in their separate universes and neither could find common ground between one another. Byron was the troubled boy who caused drama in the family and Dylan was considered the ‘golden child’, the gifted one who was being groomed to follow an academic path to a future successful career. I think, Byron probably took the hint and picked up the subliminal messages his parents were inadvertently giving out, picking up on the fact that he wasn’t seen as the talented one and was resentful, and so he plunged himself into waffling in school with mediocre grades and partying.

According to Dylan (in the Basement Tapes), he recalls from his own POV “how popular and athletic his older brother Byron was and how he constantly “ripped” on him, as did his brother’s friends”  Basically, I think this amounted to Byron taking out his resentment on his kid brother who was somehow better than him by default. Dylan as a Jr. HS student was then at the age where he no longer wanted to spend as much time with mom and dad but he also didn’t really have a connection with his older brother so he began to isolate himself in his bedroom playing video games when he got home from school. It seems as though Byron let Dylan try alcohol and weed in his company and sadly, this may have been the only times they had a rare bonding moment. When Byron was kicked out of the house, basically asked to leave by his parents because of his drug habit in ‘97, Dylan then acquired his brother’s old bedroom. After that, I don’t think Byron came around much at all. Dylan probably only saw him for holidays or birthdays. Dylan essentially went from youngest to the old child in the household. Dylan was falling deeper in his depression and feeling numb and disconnected, I think most of his memories with his brother were not the best and so he seemed completely ‘meh’ about possibly never seeing his brother again. It’d be a sense of disdain and apathy sort of a ‘who cares, he never really gave a shit about me anyway and besides, he’s a fuck up with drugs and can’t get his shit together.’ On Dylan’s diversion intake form under the category of ‘least supporting family member’, he elects Byron as least supportive and then offers: “not involved w/ my life (not a problem).”. I think this basically says it all as to how he felt about his oldest brother. It’s a sad testament of the two brothers completely content to disengage from one another’s lives.

Byron, as the older brother now in his early twenties, was too self involved in his own life and apparently unable  or unwilling to reach out to his younger brother and be that supportive figure for him. Dylan, in turn, seemed to feel that Byron just abandoned him over a long period of time and his leaving home and being physically absent from his life seemed to have made no difference than if his brother was still living and co-existing in his own separate universe in the bedroom right next door. It’s sad really that they were like two ships passing one another by in their own home. I think Byron must have many regrets regarding how he conducted himself during that time period and that he literally just ignored or devalued his baby brother’s life rather than being mature enough and less self involved to be a supportive figure in Dylan’s life. That said, I do not think the problem ends and begins with Byron being a deadbeat brother to Dylan. It would seem that Byron’s own issues – his acting out with a drug habit he wasn’t about to quit, was possibly a result of some depression/mental health issues he was struggling with on his own and used drugs to cope – but also, in connection with some undercurrent, dysfunctional dynamics existing some where in the Klebold family unit. One contributing factor would be that Tom considered one son a fortuitous piece-of-cake  and the other an underachieving problem child. If both boys suffered depression, it would seem Byron wasn’t able to keep up appearances and tread water looking ‘normal’ and studious the way gifted Dylan was able to slack just enough but breeze through average level stuff while struggling with the challenges of those AP courses. Byron’s coping method may have been to just to throw in the towel with trying to be that A-B student and just not putting in a whole lot of effort  and also tuning out the pain with the use of drugs. He may have been even more discouraged because Dylan out performed him by default.  During the time period that the family was having issues with Byron’s drug problems, the family underwent group counseling. It was probably something Sue elected to do to help her family during a troubled time but I’m sure dad and the boys all went through it digging their heels uncomfortably and attending sessions perfunctorily. Meanwhile, the root, underlying family issues were never effectively aired and addressed. I’m sure for Dylan that must have been excruciatingly embarrassing to voice any thing that was hurting him in front of his family and so he probably fidgeted and mumbling one word answers the entire time.

Chillin’ with Dylan

Tonight’s offering… Autechre – Amber

Autechre are an English electronic music duo consisting of Rob Brown and Sean Booth, both from Rochdale, Greater Manchester. Formed in 1987, they are one of the most prominent acts signed to Warp Records, a label known for its pioneering electronic music and through which all Autechre albums have been released.While heavily associated with IDM (intelligent dance music),  their music has incorporated a variety of genres and styles ranging from the generic (techno, hip-hop) to the experimental (ambient, experimental electro, musique concrète). 

I can picture Dyl playing tracks from his Autechre cds continuously looping and repeating, flowing from one tune into the next in the backdrop of his room with it’s repetitive, rhythmic beats and intricate, otherworldly, electroambient soundscapes while catching up on homework, reading, writing or turning it down super low at 1 am as he’s finishing up on a video game with Zack. Perfect thought provoking, meditative mind music to calm the mental chatter and help him hone in and focus.

Off the ‘94 album Amber   Play entire cd here

Autechre – 444   

Off the ‘93 album Incunabula   Play entire cd here

The ‘beats’ of 444  really captures his essence, total him, imo. 🙂 

Autechre – Nil

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Other offerings explored off Dyl’s CD List:

—> Doom Generation Sdtrk<—-
Ceiba – any
Prana – any

“They were our friends, too. They were just kids. But someone had to make monsters out of them.”

MOURN FOR THE KILLERS, TOO, BY DEVON ADAMS ON 8/22/99 AT 8:00 PM                                     [Text version below the cut]

This year, I went back to school early. My junior year at Columbine High School officially begins this week. But last Friday, I was back in the building to show incoming freshmen around. The idea was basically to have fun—and we did. The serious part of the program was to let the freshmen know that there are people they can turn to when they have questions, or if they’re in some kind of trouble. We finished last year at another school, but I’ve been inside Columbine several times since April, when Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold killed a teacher, 12 kids and themselves. The library, where the worst bloodshed occurred, has been sealed off by a wall of lockers and replaced by a temporary library. By now, I’ve walked past the lockers so many times that I almost forget what’s behind them. It looks so normal, and I think that’s healthy. If the new kids see us treating the area as normal, then they won’t be spooked by it.

Columbine has been the biggest part of my life since I was an incoming freshman. I’m glad I have two more years here—in a way, I never want to leave. And I never want to forget the people who died, including Eric and Dylan. I think we should mourn all of them. Dylan was my friend, and I still don’t understand why he did it. At first, I blamed myself; I could have been a better friend. But then I began to see that all of society was to blame. Eric and Dylan were constantly ridiculed by many kids. And it was too easy for them to obtain guns.

Not long after the shooting, I joined a new, bipartisan organization called SAFE Colorado; the acronym stands for Sane Alternatives to the Firearms Epidemic. Our goal is to obtain reasonable gun legislation. We need to find compromises. Some people say background checks on gun purchasers should be completed within 24 hours. Others say five days. I think there’s a happy medium: three days. Finding out if someone is dangerous takes more than 24 hours but less than five days.

Littleton is not the Wild West. It’s more like a typical American suburb. I know that some of my friends’ parents have handguns in the house, though I have never seen them because they are locked up. I don’t want to outlaw all guns. I can even see someone having a handgun in the home for protection. But we need restrictions on automatic guns with a dozen or more bullets in their clips. The only purpose for that kind of gun is to kill lots of people quickly. I also think guns should be licensed, just like cars. And the minimum age for gun purchasers should be raised from 18 to 21—the drinking age. If you’re not responsible enough to drink alcohol, you’re not responsible enough to buy a gun.

Last July, a group of us from SAFE went to Washington, D.C., to lobby for gun legislation, including an end to unregulated sales at gun shows. We talked to the president and the vice president, but half of Colorado’s congressional delegation turned a deaf ear to us. My lobbying experience has left me disappointed in politicians. They just don’t get it—that 13 young people die every day in this country from gun violence. And they don’t seem to care that 70 to 80 percent of Americans support reasonable gun legislation.

I’m also saddened by a lot of the news coverage of Columbine. Some reporters respected our grief, but many were insulting. As one TV reporter primped for the camera, he was heard to say: “Do I look devastated enough?” And even people who hated Dylan and Eric were appalled by the magazine cover that called them “The Monsters Next Door.” They were our friends, too. They were just kids. But someone had to make monsters out of them.

After the shootings, it was reported that Eric and Dylan wanted to kill nonwhite students and athletes, but many of their victims didn’t fall into either category. One of them was a dear friend of mine, Rachel Scott. She was no athlete, she was a theater person. Rachel was beautiful, inside and out. She was a hard worker with a great sense of humor. After I got out of the school on the day of the shooting, I watched the news coverage on TV, trying to find out who had been shot. I saw videotape of students running past a body on the ground. All you could see clearly was the victim’s hair, but that was enough. I had helped to cut Rachel’s hair, so I knew she was the one lying there. The sad thing is that Rachel would have been a perfect friend for Eric and Dylan, if only they had known her well, because she would have accepted them. I still can’t believe they meant to kill her.

And now the shooting in Los Angeles. It was horrible enough that, at the age of 17, I had to run for my life from my own high school. It is even more hideous when guns are turned against preschoolers. This must stop, and it must stop now.

Do you have any information about Dylan’s red Chem Bros shirt with a rainbow? Devon mentioned, and in a couple videos Dylan is wearing a red shirt with what looks like a rainbow so I assume it’s the shirt she was referring to. Can’t find it online.

“Dressed in jeans, and a red Chemical Brothers T-shirt with a rainbow, he gave Devon her presents before the (Devon’s 16th birthday party) started because a couple girls he didn’t like were going to be there.”
[x]

The red rainbow shirt Dylan is wearing is an out-of-print Chemical Brothers promo t-shirt from the Dig Your Own Hole LP Setting Sun tour 1997.  Essentially, what that means is, this particular shirt was made for this Setting Sun Tour and after that tour had ended in ‘97, the t-shirt was never produced again (nor duplicated by any t-shirt printing company since). So, it’s super rare and veeery hard to find.  Much more difficult than locating a NIN Downward Spiral 90s version tee but perhaps not as hard as the KMFDM Symbols American Tour shirt or the DJ Spooky Tee Dyl is wearing on 4/9 at King Soopers (another one-of-a-kind promo concert t-shirt he acquired from attending that particular concert). 

It’s interesting that the shirt is very bright red and basically goes to show that the nineties video camera they used (plus all the duplication of the tapes over the years) is very pixelated and low quality so it doesn’t translate the actual colors of the boys clothing in their video productions. Dylan’s shirt in the video, at times, looks like a dull burgundy red and the image of the rainbow, a muted hint of one with no discerning nuance of colors.  In actuality, it’s a very bright and cheery, pretty even, t-shirt. And it’s got that Dyl hippy vibe going on. Gotta wonder what ol’ Rebby thought of his best friend wearing it with a tough-guy trench. 

Just goes to show that yesss, real (Hit) Men aren’t afraid to wear bright red with multi-colored rainbow t-shirts to school. 😉 

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Back of shirt..

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Here’s the best photos I could find that really translates the color and image well enough. Note, that just like the actual shirt above that the Chemical Brothers Setting Sun logo is faintly visible  in yellow Dust Mites font and directly underneath the rainbow on Dylan’s shirt. 🙂

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Good luck locating this shirt, it was super hard but was well worth it to put this obscure Dylan t-shirt mystery to rest. 😉

Video of the scary rainbow Hitman  lol

There was a fellowship called Thee Temple Ov Psychick Youth (TOPY), founded in 1981, that uses Dylan’s same exact tri tier cross as their symbol. They call it Thee Psychick Cross. Idk much about TOPY, but apparently people that are attracted to it tend to feel rejected from society’s conditioning of normalcy and wish to break free from its chains. It’s just interesting how Dylan’s cross can be found in so many places. So I’m wondering, have you discovered anything that uses Dylan’s cross too?

The Evolution of The Everlasting Contrast Triple-Barred Cross (of Salem)

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No, sorry to say, the TOPY Thee Psychick Cross is not like Dylan’s. In fact, it is the exact opposite of the everlasting-contrast triple barred cross as the bars are reversed.

Detail below of Dylan’s shift in focus from the Cross of Lorraine’s two bar design to the Cross of Salem with three bars.  The ‘Cut Here’ is the larger slash across the middle representing himself in ‘Me’.

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Because Dylan wanted to be a drummer. He just liked the beat of the song. The same with Dr. Octagon, D.J. Spookie, all those techno bands. They’ve got these beats to them. ”   – Devon Adams


Chemical Brothers – from Exit Planet Dust

Video 1 – Fuck Up Beats
Video 2 – Chemical Beats –  Live 1997

(Source: :///)

for the anon asking if Dyl was asexual: as someone who is ace, it is a possibility, because there’s two different orientations: romantic and sexual. You can be romantically attracted to someone, while not experiencing sexual attraction. Grey-ace, not experiencing sexual attraction often, would also be possible.

Dylan exhibits romantic attraction in his journal. You can be romantically and aesthetically attracted to people without wanting to have sex with them. He may have been heteroromantic but asexual.

There’s so many varieties and combinations of sexual terminology these days that the nuance to it all makes it hard to pigeon-hole define someone like Dylan who we know was first and foremost, a very shy dude, so in part due to that factor, he never really got into the groove of consistent dating. In addition to that, his journal was incomplete and so we’re kind of grasping at straws assuming that he may be bisexual or asexual because there is just not enough information to go on either way.  He was a deeply private person about his sexuality so there is a certain mystique about him.  What we do know is that when he thought about girls he was (secretly) captivated by, his expression of his love tended towards romantic thoughts or blissful images of spending time with them. What they did together inside his head he left it rather vague?  

I imagine me & her doing things together,”
 That very well could be going for a walk and holding hands as much as it could be him making love to her and cuddling afterward.  We have no clue because he spoke in hints of what he was imaging himself doing with the girl he was in love with.  It’s almost as if his fantasies were too private and precious to even express fully in his own journal. He basically sounds like a gentleman straight out of the Regency Period writing lengthy, angsty, sexually frustrated notes towards The Lady he is pining for.  

And yet,  he clearly had sexual desires as evinced in his journal entries about masturbating and consuming porn.  And he also seemed to have a huge at-odds problem over this fact.  It’s like he was unable to reconcile and merge his feelings of love and adoration along side his natural teenage carnal desires for sexual release.  He seemed to even feel guilty when he masturbated to porn as if he was not being faithful to the ideal girl that he loved passionately within his mind’s eye. It would seem that he felt so devoted that he decided to stop masturbating as a sign of his loyalty to her.   But again, we cannot really say definitively that he only enjoyed porn due to the fact that he’s not interested in having sex with real people with live women and just has the physical need to get off watching porn.  All this means is that Dylan never dated a girl enough consecutively.  He had great difficulty working up the nerve to asking a girl out and when he failed and was rejected he just stopped altogether.  So, he never got to that point of actually kissing a girl properly which would have allowed him to move beyond just that into experiencing various levels of deeper intimacy like heavily making out, caressing each other and fooling around to the point of bridging that rather large gap between his sexual, carnal desires and that rather chaste romantic-love infatuation side of himself.  I believe that Dylan was not sexual – not by his own choice – but because he was shy, reticent and basically inexperienced.  He also seemed to feel very private about such matters because knowing and loving the girl was of more importance to him than just going out with hot chicks so he’d have the opportunity to ‘bang her’.  I think it made him uncomfortable to view girls he had crushes on in an objectifying way you know. He had to like the girl and he had to know her and be attracted to her first but he was too classy to express the base lustful thoughts that came into his teenage hormonal raging mind and body. Yet, at the same time he was getting off to porn that objectified women and so his sexual love map was kinda confused and messed up.  He wanted a girl friend. a lot a lot a lot.  He was hoping to find someone that was meant for him.  But he knew it likely wasn’t going to amount to that anyway let alone even have her say ‘yes’ to him asking her out.  I’m sure he thought if he was on a date with an attractive girl, he’d just clam the fuck up.   Even talking about sexual stuff like that with Eric or other dudes (”c’mon, you know you’d like to hit that, wouldn’t you?”)  likely embarrassed the crap out of him and made him feel awkward and self conscious.  Here he’d listen to other people and it’s like – if only they knew what he did in his room at night and what kind of kinky porn it was.  *blush*   Didn’t mean he didn’t like sex, he liked it plenty when he was getting off to porn but he also felt at odds with that side of himself and the intense kind of porn he found himself desiring made him feel ashamed. And when he was around women, he just became an observing wallflower blushing and trying to make lame idle chit chat. The more he liked the girl, the worse it probably got and the more he went into silent mode because he didn’t know how to express anything confidently enough.  If he’d even landed a date, as he did with Sasha, it was so awkward that she felt uncomfortable with him.  So, sadly, he never even managed to get the point of expressing his love so that it spilled over naturally into a sexually expressive manner.  So, personally, I don’t think there is any strong evidence to support that Dylan is asexual or gray-ace or bi or whatever.  Dylan was super sexually frustrated, shy and did not have any experience with dating to integrate his sexuality along with romantic feelings.

Sorry, that was a lot more long-winded than I expected!