Post by BILLY SOLOMON IRISH on Mar 12, 2012 18:05:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #4D5761; padding:30px; border-top: 3px #6E93B5 dashed; border-bottom: 3px #6E93B5 dashed; border-left: 3px #6E93B5 dashed; border-right: 3px #6E93B5 dashed;] Billy Solomon MacTire 27 Bass PlayerPorcelain Thunder Domhnall Gleeson THE BASICS So, officially my name is William MacTire, but everyone knows me as Billy Irish. I also go by Bill, Will, William, Willy, Liam, Solomon, Irish, Bones, Moe and pretty much anything you want to call me. I’m not picky. I’m 100% into girls. I’m about 27 years of age. I’m in Porcelain Thunder. I’m very anti-government, anti-fascism, and anti-consumerism. I act like a normal, stereotypical half-Irish guy does. Lots of partying and booze. At least that’s how I used to be. I’m not like that much anymore…I’m a little more laid back, and thoughtful. My mom was a proud Dubliner, through and through Irish. My father was a screaming, loud and proud Scottish anarchist, straight from Glasgow. So what happens when these two have a child born in the heart of Boston? You get me. Of course, the end product wasn’t exactly what you’d think it’d be. I’ve kept my appearance and beliefs, but I turned out to be less loud and dangerous. But maybe that’s my aunt’s fault. PERSONALITY I am typically a nice guy. A little outgoing, maybe a bit mellow, but I’m generally, like I said, nice. I like to play the bass the way I really am. Loud, deep, and slow. I’m friendly, but it’s really easy to piss me off. I have what you would call an anger management problem. I hate killjoys, fascists, and basically anybody discriminatory. I believe we should love the freaks. That is what I was and am, who my friends and family were, what my lovers and mentors were. Maybe not necessarily freaks, but people who are different. I'm a very well rounded guy. That's another thing, is that I'm very accepting of different beliefs and cultures. I've been to a lot of places and seen a lot of different things. Like I said I have a very big non-judge/non-hate policy. One of my biggest beliefs are this: the moments you have lived are not what define you, it is how you choose to act on them that count. A lot of bad things have happened in my life, but I haven't let them bring me down, drive me insane, or make me suicidal. They hurt, but I moved on. Some might say I hide my feelings, and that might be true. However, I find the best way to express my emotions is through my music. HISTORY I was born In a small apartment in Boston, Massachusetts. My parents didn’t have jobs, and so they received most of their money from their parents. When I was 4, I developed a slight schizophrenia. I have to admit it was a bit weird, but after a year in an institution and 5 years in remedial therapy, I worked it out of my system. After the incident, my dad had opened a pub called “the Lamb’s Cathedral”, and worked gigs as a guitar player. My mom got work as a tattoo-artist. They would no longer accept money from my grandparents. I had a good life there, made lots of friends, some enemies, and learned party tricks. Like my dad, I pursued music. I learned guitar and drums, but my passion was the electric bass. Of course nothing good ever lasts long, and 3 weeks before my 13th birthday, I got news that my mom was raped and murdered by what the court called a “disgruntled employee”. My dad fell into depression and started drinking, and I’d be lying if it didn’t upset me a bit too. 5 months after my 14th birthday, I was at a party with my girlfriend and lost my virginity. I came home to find my dad had killed himself with a double-barreled shotgun. I was luckily found NOT to have committed murder, and was put in the custody of my aunt Vivienne, in Atlanta, Georgia. I admit, she was a REALLY big hippy, and her taste didn’t really match up to my regular punk music, but she was the closest thing to family I ever had. She was a traveler, and relatively rich. I spent the next few years out of school and travelling the world with her. On my 20th birthday, she took me to the Matterhorn. A couple hundred meters to the top, she slipped and fell to her death. I went to her funeral and all the practices afterward. I decided to cut the shit. It took a couple of weeks traveling across the USA to find Porcelain Thunder. I’ve stuck with them ever since. Will. 14-16 give or take. Standard Eastern. |
sorry about the dramatic history.