99 Burning if you can't fix it, torch it
...worked for Emperor Bush and Emperor Nero, one torched the Constitution, the other burned down Rome, now it's our turn and we want to burn out the elite. After all, fight fire with fire...

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99 Burning is a band reignited. In 2006 they reunited after 13 years apart. During those years one member toured for a spell with Johnny Rodz, another wrote a book, went into broadcasting and got published, while others jammed and took their shots in different bands in different projects in different directions. Ultimately, though, there was always a calling to see what they missed out on more than a decade gone by.

After recording one album called She the band self-destructed, living a rock star lifestyle on a working bands budget. Thats a story in and of itself. Don Eminizer, a former pro wrestler, writer, and poet, went on to become a broadcast writer for more than 10 years. During that time he has worked for numerous sports shows, CBS Radio, and a number of regional television series'. He lives in Waynesboro, Pennsylvania. Back in 1991 he formed the band with James Frank, a guitarist who already had a decade of experience and who had gone to school for broadcasting. After a slew of changing members, an album, their own underground night club, and 2 years as a band, they ended up with a final roster including bassist Jason Young, and drummer Keith Thomas. Shortly thereafter they fell apart. Cut to 13 years later. They reunite and plan a celebration. They decide to make their run a the heavyweight title like an aged Rocky. With families, kids, lives and all, they made a pact to see what would happen if they really tried without all the self inflicted madness that surrounded the first attempt. They put on a festival called 99 Burnings Electric Circus, it was filmed by Skipstone Productions. The goal was to find the mythic American Dream, sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll, make it into a circus. Since then there have been divorces, replacements, rip-offs, and Hollywood. Keith is currently experiencing success with his band, Dead Men Sway. Jason has been forced to focus on his family life and is raising his beautiful daughter. Along comes bassist extraordinaire Jeff Zepp and young drummer phenom Jon Clark. Hell yes. My how things have changed. They've experienced live success and local acclaim, and the music is vibrant and alive. Midnight In America is now complete, the rock trinity, the story, the multi-media, and the live event.

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Every generation's literature is fueled one way or another by its music. Classic lit grew in an era dominated by classic music, the golden era of the twenties had jazz, and the beats had jazz and rock. My generation had grunge... dispirited, listless, laconic grunge. Welcome to Midnight in America, the story of John Sterling. This is a tragedy from the back of a tour bus. John is a lost suburban orphan exploring existence itself, grabbing the world by the tail and then throwing it all away. Tearing into the darkness of alienation pushed by a crazed creative energy and will to succeed. Join his detached vision of the all consumptive world of rock, lit only by the faint glow of fame and fortune. Feel the high of performing and the euphoria of success accompanied by the hangover called addiction.

John's story races like a two fisted train wreck from his angst riddled youth to his consumptive rise to fame. Along the way he meets the girl of his dreams, goes to extremes to win his love in his all or nothing way, fights inner demons, and struggles to appease his muse. Midnight in America is a CD by 99 Burning and a book by Don Eminizer. Both are on sale now. It will be released the first week of September, 2007.


Lyrics to She's My Nightmare
Vacant eyes
I thought she was there
Desperate lies,
But I don't care

She thought she'd get lost astray
In a small town so far away
& there's this new song, that she won't play
Trapped in a gold void, so I won't stay.

Won't you?
No I...

She left me here--- she's gone
She dropped a crystal tear---she's back
I love which means I fear---She's mine
She stole a painted leer---she's hot

She lies in wait past the realm of sleep
Pouncing upon my wake from unconscious deep
As I am led from scene to scene
She watches on pacing nervously
Waiting to be fed baring teeth so keen
With lust she hides beyond the edge of dreams

Lying just beyond sublime fields and dreams
Her hunt's complete upon first memory
In sticky morn she tracks me down
As I am torn from sleep so sound.

She left me here--- she's gone
She dropped a crystal tear---she's back
I love which means I fear---She's mine
She stole a painted leer---she's hot
My little girl

No, no, no, no
Done left me here,
Go, go, go, go
No more
Me to die...

I'm done, I am
Excerpt from Midnight In America
" America was no longer a melting pot, it was a microwave that wanted to cook you and move you on as fast as possible so you could be devoured and tossed aside. It was in too much of a hurry to slow cook, to let things simmer and bubble and develop flavor over time. Everything was in a hurry to get nowhere.

The whole country was pushy and angry and lost and boring, concerned with itself and what it was getting. Once this country was great, so I'd heard, full of promise and possibility, flavor and excitement. Way back-ack-ack when America was like a child and offered wonder and joy. Work a job and support your family. One job, one family. Raise your family. Teach your kids to take care of themselves, help them develop their own morals and life.

Not anymore.

America had become middle-aged and beleaguered. The good old days like high noon had passed the old US of A by, left it tired and cold, lost in the shadows like a middle-aged whore scared and in need of a buck.

Midnight in America had descended.

The bill was coming due and the Social Security had been spent on cheap thrills. Time to pay up. The me generation spawned and abandoned its kids, left us with latchkeys and drug addictions and any old pimp that would take us off their hands. Thanks to them, the American dream now came packaged with marketing labels, not with recipes and love, but with simple bullet points that give you the sparest possible directions. No insight or tips or experience or even real guidance, just add money and -BAM- there you have it, your own tin house, no family, no love, no insight, here you are and you're on your own, I got things to do.

Who needs your shit?

Who needs a white picket fence and two and a half happy kids when you can have a shiny car and two and a half unhappy wives, equipped with gaudy monthly payments? Americans were mostly like me from coast to coast from what I'd seen, wasted from some type of dysfunction or other, half baked but still frozen in the middle. The microwave was doing us all in."
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