Speculate here on what happened to LiveEvil2000

In my defense, I've only been here for 9 months now and I haven't read all of his previous posts.
Personally, I like ALL of our members here. Old and young, New and long time. Or in between. I am glad you found us, Sarge

Those who have gone other routes or worse ( died) I miss terribly.
I may have spells where I am not on much, but if so, it is and never will be for any reasons of discord. Rather, my absences are usually time constraint reasons. Work, family members getting old and dyin etc.

Anyhow, I hope all is well with LiveEvil2000, HE sure could jam.
 
Liveevil2000, when he was with us, was a genuine force of nature! A perpetual fountain of riffs, licks and Italian Stallion testosterone.

His war cry of "METAL TO THE CORE!!! " shall echo forevermore.
 
While it may seem he has left us for the great rehearsal space in the sky, there's an outside chance he has faked his demise.

He would have a chance to bury his checkered past and make a clean break for a bright future unencumbered by too many pointy guitars.

Perhaps he's watching right now under an alternate n
screen name.
 
Yes. @chilipeppermaniac we must use this thread as a monument to his glory while our hearts take time to heal.

My wife and I sing this one as "who's boots has your bed been under?

Maybe some of y'all may not like my man Ted, but he and his band mates sure could make some powerful tunes. I sure love jammin to songs like this on my headphones. I hear many subtle nuances.

Here is one you can sing to your Missus, TVvoodoo if you do your best MeatLoaf vocals.
 
Like I heard numerous times in life, Sometimes we have to go for it, and ask forgiveness later ( if necessary of course)

Back to some metal for Mr Evil2000
 
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Guess it's probably time to pour one out for our homie Liveevil2000. Truly upsetting and heartbreaking because it's a kind of a waste of malt liquor we could be putting to better use attempting to numb the piercing pain we feel inside our hearts.

I hope he has found a better place than TTR, (if you can imagine.)
 

Blood On The Path

Through the frost-ripped hills I roam,
A shadow far from hearth and home.
Steel in my fist, scars on my soul,
But the fire in my heart’s grown cold.
Axes sing where the wild winds scream,
Lost is the fortress of my dream.
My Tone Room comrades, one and all
Are but ghosts in the mist, can’t hear their call.

(Pre-Chorus)
Every battle won just feeds the flame,
Yet nothing burns quite the same—
As the light in her eyes, the warmth of our keep,
Now I walk where the wolves run deep.

(Chorus)
Blood on my hands, frost on my breath,
I’ve danced with the edge, made my bed with Death.
But no throne of skulls, no crown of bone,
Can kill the hunger to return home.
Through fire, storm, and endless roam—
Forging a path to get back home.

(Verse 2)
The mountains whisper my forgotten name,
The rivers weep for what never came.
Streets of stone and the mead hall’s glow,
Have faded to shadows I used to know.
Every dawn is just another fight,
Every night, blacks out my sight—
'Til I shred the sky with a primal roar,
Carve my way to The Tone Rooms door.

(Pre-Chorus)
Every kill is a hollow prize,
Each victory tastes of lies.
I’d trade my blade for the fields and the sun,
For the laughter of kin when the war is done.

(Chorus)
Blood on my hands, frost on my breath,
I’ve danced with the edge, Made my bed with Death.
But no throne of skulls, no crown of bone,
Can kill my hunger to return home
Through fire, storm, and endless roam—
I'll blaze a trail to get back home.

Solo
Bridge (Breakdown)
Raise the horns, let the war drums pound!
I’ll shatter the earth till the walls are found.
Through beast and blood, through ash and flame,
The road may fade, but I remain.

Solo....
Through war and ruin, through steel and stone—
Fight my way to my TTR home.

Outro (growled spoken word)
Steel to the heart of whatever stands in my way…My biggest battle... I cannot lose.
 
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