List of Vegan\Vegetarian Musicians

The approach of veganism has grown increasingly among different cultures over the past decade due to the contentious barbaric acts against our fellow animals that many people became aware of and even witnessed themselves. Some others chose to adopt a green-based diet to avoid any ongoing or future health issues and spare the next generation them, too. The knowledge of the necessity of a cruelty-free life and a whole-green food system can be seen promoted by a great deal of celebrities who we all love and appreciate, what makes them more of role models to their fans and societies.

As a music fanatic, I decided to make a list of famous musicians who are vegans\vegetarians (either for ethical or dietary purposes), as well as animal rights advocates and environmentalists. This is our thank-you to all of them for being devoted, inspiring and thoughtful of innocent beings in need of our compassion and mercy.

- Sir Paul McCartney of The Beatles [¹]

- Krist Novoselic of Nirvana

- Robert Smith of The Cure

- Peter Gabriel of Genesis

- Robin Gibb of Bee Gees

- Thom Yorke of Radiohead

- Peter Murphy of Bauhaus

- Siouxsie Sioux of Siouxise and the Banshees

- Antony Kiedis of Red Hot Chili Peppers

- John Marr of The Smiths & Modest Mouse [²]

- Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie & The Postal Service

- Tim Commerford of Rage Against The Machine

- Robin Pechnold of Fleet Foxes
- All members of 30 Seconds To Mars
- Sherif Sami of Go! Save The Hostages

Leto: actor, musician and animal rights activist

McCarteny

- Bryan Adams

- Moby

- Pink

- Justin Timberlake

- Madonna

- Shania Twain

- Avril Lavigne

Moby

- Geezer Butler & Bill Ward of Black Sabbath

- Kirk Hammett of Metallica

- Attila Csihar of Mayhem

- Bill Steer of Napalm Death

- Gaahl of Gorgoroth [³]

- Rikki Rockett of Poison

- Kin Owen & Jiff Walker of Carcass

- Rob Zombie

- Ville Valo of HIM

- Marco Benevento of The Foreshadowing & How Like A Winter

- Derrick Green of Sepeltura
- Serj Tankian of System of a Down

- Angela Gossow of Arch Enemy

- Liv Kristine of Theatre of Tragedy

- Alissa White-Gluz of The Agonist

- Fallon Bowman of Kittie

- Chris Adler of Lamb of God

- Brian Fair of Shadows Fall

- Oliver Skyes of Bring Me The Horizon

- 4 members (out of 5) of Between The Buried And Me

- Jona Weinhofen of Bleeding Through & I Killed The Prom Queen

- All members of Heaven Shall Burn

- Ted Kirkpatric of Tourniquet [4]

Zombie

Benevento

Gossow

Heaven Shall Burn

Kirkpatrick

1. Watch "Glass Walls", a documentary on factory farmed animals narrated by Paul McCartney.

2. Watch Modest Mouse's "King Rat", a music video opposing illegal commercial whale hunt and directed by deceased actor Heath Ledger. The song's 1^st month of iTunes purchases was donated to Sea Shepherd Conservation Society.

3. Not confirmed.

4. The American Christian Metal band addresses animal abuse in their lyrics and has a tribute song "86 Bullets" to Tyke the circus elephant who was shot 86 times. The band also runs a Facebook page The Tourniquet Ark in association with The Barking Army, promoting awareness against animal cruelty.

*Special thanks goes to Francesco Sosto of The Foreshadowing and Ted Kirkpatrick of Tourniquet.

I Love You But I've Chosen The Fuckery!

Broken promises, lame excuses, sincere apologies.

And it’s always too late.

Probably not the best place to admit to the guilt of me destroying everything that I hold dear but to be completely frank I am one socially timid chick. People intimidate the dickens out of me, and I’d rather place my head between a lion’s fangs than hand my feelings over to someone.

Keeping promises is never easy, especially for those who have a habit of suppressing their emotions for fear of getting hurt, let alone walking away when things get real. I’m not able to keep my word once I get the scare of rejection or heartbreaks. And let’s be clear on one thing here; whether one commits to their promises or break them, whether they choose to stay or leave and whether they are nice or insolent, heartbreaks are mandatory.

My only excuse is that I am scared. And it surprises me that it never occurs to anybody to make me feel otherwise, without having to ask. People who take the lead, do they exist? No, everyone is as scared as I am. Everyone is blinded by their own fears. Funnily enough, as a child I didn’t get scared when I cuddled a tiger, I am now not scared to swim out to sea as far as possible, to speed up on the highway, to break in the scariest places ever. Adrenaline rushes are just my thing. I even got over my claustrophobia and panic attacks, all by myself. So why can’t I get over the fear of people? Why can’t we all?!

Self-excuse is, though, I’m too foresighted that I see how things are going to end before they even get started. Basically, I opt out all the possibilities and chances that something might wind up the way I’d never expect it to do. Missing out on all the fun, being severely cautious. That’s living in its worst shape-- in fact, that’s not living at all.

Now, let’s do the apologies. Let’s tell everybody and ourselves of how sorry we are. And how can you know if it is sorrow or pity that I feel? You can’t.  So, for whoever is reading this, I’m sorry for being difficult. I’m sorry I was being emotionally scant. I’m sorry for not sticking around even though I secretly did. I did love you, I do love you but I’ve chosen this endless mental fuckery.

Six Organs of Admittance & When The Killing's Done: Two That Perfectly Mix

I find not a single whit of exaggeration in saying “art is the answer”; because art is really the answer to everything. It is a fact I've been made certain of throughout the years and probably the only thing in life I am certain of there is.

Every now and then I tend to separate myself from the living and dwell in my own shell for a while with music, books, movies and my 2 furry kids. It’s in such times that I start re-evaluating me and my actions just to make sure my life is headed the right way.  And, every now and then comes along a piece of art that helps me through such times and shows me things differently-- in more artistic way, to be precise. 

Not long ago that I was searching for some Psychedelic\Folk similar to Storm Corrosion and Jack Rose when I ran into a name that had my attention “Six Organs of Admittance”. And after going through the interesting fan shouts on the band’s Last.fm page, I needed to give it a listen and see what these guys had to offer.

Along the way came a book which I actually judged by its cover. On the back cover it says -quoting- “How can you talk about being civil when innocent animals are being tortured to death? Civil? I’ll be civil when the killing’s done”. Of course I couldn't resist the urge and barged myself into the cashier with a shut-up-and-take-my-money kind of look on my face.

I’m not going to talk technical here. I’m not going to review neither the music nor the book; all I’m going to do is to share with you the atmosphere those two created together, an atmosphere I would heartedly say it to be “spiritual”. . . IMAGINE THIS: Folk\Psychedelic music, a book that narrates nature, the smell of incense mixed with the smell of coffee, nighttime, alone.

I know, I know!

When I’m asked about a certain music I’m a fan of, I always give the answer that both satisfies and informs, but that’s not the case with Six Organs of Admittance. I didn't pay much attention to the band’s history, description of their music and all that jazz; I just set the player on shuffle and let the music flow. I didn't memorize any of the albums, years and barely the titles, and that was the beauty of it. All I had to do is just sit back and enjoy the kind of music that invaded my within.  

When The Killing’s Done was nothing that I expected, everything about the book from the outside says it’s about nature defenders and animal activists. Well, it is, but it’s mostly about their lives and inner conflicts over what the right thing to do is. Author T.C. Boyle gives a very accurate depiction of the islands where the adventure took place, and—that, along with the music, was a complete manifestation of how I’d want life to be: natural, adventurous and artistic.

It took me 2 months to finish reading the novel; frankly I was procrastinating because who would want such an experience to end so fast? After this, and of course after reading any book and getting caught up in the trance of any music, I’d feel a little bit closer to myself. A lot of things fell into place. Mind was clear at last. I don’t think there is a better psychiatric than art.

Pried

She’s got her senses bent down at her feet..

She’s got her thoughts ensilenced..

Her words defined..

And whispers into her mind unleashed..

She’s got her lurk presence keeping company..

She’s got her absence in pending stiffly..

This slender wait..

And wonders of her retorted agony..

She’s got a sheen pale..

The moonlight..

The clouds afloat..

Over her said and thought..

She’s got a fear in motion..

The swindling ocean..

Her self pried..

When self was all she sought!

In Animus

Ever I grow restless of thy rigid breaths..

Ever thou never cease..

And of hearts, of passion we shall not confess..

Art thoughts built not to please..

Stirred we fall as to tempt the animus..

Boiling soils, waters in hell..

Delusions tumbling like castles of sand..

The reeling voids we ought to fill..

After all, these vices shall wittily smolder..

For my ego I cannot swallow..

Hunger do I for thy frozen shoulder..

Care do thee for a light in the morrow?!

  

"Human" He Said.

“Pathetic, I know” she said, resentful of the way she felt.

“Human, you mean” he said, with hands reaching to the small of her back.

“Human is shame” she said.

“Human bleeds, human deceives, human afflicts and never completes”

“Because, human is imperfect, my love” he said, pulling her closer.

“Human rebuilds, human forgives”

“Human is no cage to flee”

Now lips to lips, they sneak a kiss.

Now human is all she wants to be.   

Indifferent It Is

Call me indifferent because I don’t whore my feelings out over social networks. Call me indifferent because the answer is always “I’m fine”. Call me indifferent because my smiles are as fake as my spoken feelings. Call me indifferent because I don’t have the guts to call and say how much I've missed and loved you (but neither do you). Call me indifferent because I’m forever scared shitless of the things I should have said more than I am of those I shouldn't have. Call me indifferent because I find it easier to assume you never cared instead of pinning my hope on a fancy I’d die to make true. Call me indifferent because of the tears that never fall. Call me indifferent because I stand before you wordless when I've only spent days with our imaginary perfect conversations spinning inside my head. Call me indifferent because I speak silence fluently. Call me indifferent because I’m a fool for you. Call me indifferent because I did care and never let go. Call me indifferent because indifferent it is… on and on again! 

ايامه

رأيته..

طفلاً و السلاح دميته..

فسألته "من أين لك هذا؟"

رأيته..

طفلاً يشجو بالعنف و الطغيان..

فسألته "ألست صغيراً, يا صغيرى؟"

رأيته..

يلعن أدياناً..

يجثو لماض من آلام..

فكفره و الوجع فى العظام..

صاروا له مضجع و اضغاث احلام..

فسألته "أين هو ربك و أين هم ابائك؟"

رأيته..

يهمس فى أذنى قائلاً..

"رأيتك..

لا تفهم الأيام"

مأساتى

المأساه انك كنت هنا..

تطعم خوفى و رغباتى..

المأساه انك لازلت هنا..

فأفيض انا بأحزانى..

المأساه انى ضائعة, لا افهم..

 لا حياتى ولا حياتك, لا أعى..

أنا لا ارى..

 لا اسمع..

و لن اتكلم..

و مهما طال بنا الدهر..

سأظل انا انا..

و ستظل انت.. مأساتى!

What Say You?

What say you?

When the moon acquaints the sun..

When oceans collide..

And rain melts softly with dust..

What say you?

When blue is the winter..

When lovers are like strangers..

And gold turns into rust..

What say you?

When rage eats up our hearts..

When defeat is the only feel..

And our one creed is mistrust..

What say you?

When all words slip into silence..

When art is no longer the answer..

And we cannot tell love from lust..

What say you?

When nature disavows humanity..

When infants can never slumber..

And the Nazi’s exit is a holocaust..

What say you?

When 7 wonders..

And the world is hideous still..

What say you?

What say we?!

Cavity

But after all she slept by her own..

Though he was stalking her redly doors..

Looking through the holes..

And hers was wide open..

Ready to compromise..

With the devil and his rousing ties..

He listened to the hands ticking..

‘Cause time did not fly..

And he hid under her bed..

“The boogeyman” is what she said..

To scare herself this often..

Overlook these holes in the wall..

Though his hands, at last, could reach..

And the ties would finally bind..

But it was too late..

For there were no holes to find!

  

Lilyblack

Luminous lyke a jewel is my sorrow at night..

Gathering ye diamonds..

Crimson art the shadows I walk into, and fade..

Bleeding ye a river..

A scarlet bathe in, I sink..

Rosebuds, thine eyes art lurching..

On me a-tailing, I am a mason’s fetish

 And hope halts for thy toil and ease..

Lily-livered in kirtles and black, whereas..

My sorrow to dazzle those of God’s bail..

For all in December’s moon shalt go bare..

“Ease thy sorrow”, he say’th..

“Cease my grins of shame”..

N’er hearken’d creaks in the shadows..

Or beheld no blossoms and sears..

Mayest lords of pathos drain thee arid..

And in kirtle and black thou shalt eternize!

Sep, 08, 2012

Dither

Of which cold doth the shiver linger along?

For a night, only a night see’th its fairest song..

On thy charms, and thy nestles I bear no more..

And a hold so bitter, that leav’th me so sore..

If trembling, the words thou utter as to fear..

The words of mine, as to affections be way near..

Farewell, alleged valor..

Alas! Here fall’th a tear!

HERMIA and LYSANDER, by John Simmons 

Sep, 07, 2012

On Reason, Belief, Faiths, Us, Them, and the Bright Side of the Moon

Reasoning is mankind’s most fundamental and prior quest. We were made to question, to wear our minds out until we’d reach true knowledge, thus satisfaction. Reasoning is strenuous, consuming and destructive at times. That’s why it’s way easier for us to believe and then take everything we know for granted, because who would like to run their mind down, right?

Well, some people would, including me. I’m a self-sadist, I LOVE to bleed my mind dry and never rest until I find what’s beyond what they call ‘truth’, which never actually happens. I know it would have been way easier for me if I just stopped questioning everything at a young age and started believing in something for a change, but what’s the good in believing when you know everything you see and hear is an effing big fat lie? However, there’s always good in the post-reason belief, because, that’s when ‘true knowledge, thus satisfaction’ kicks in, to me that’s pure pleasure.

Speaking of which, I wonder what pleasure people find in following a faith, what feels so right about caging yourself for a lifetime by a book of instructions based on discrimination. No, Mr.  Religious, my God is neither prejudiced nor narrow-minded to think that you’re his finest creation only because some book told you so. What you do is what really matters after all; you make your own beliefs and morals.  And for the most looming question in the mind of yours “why veiled then?”. Well, goddamn family traditions, and goddamn me for having been so naïve to let them get me.

As for the US, they still cannot let go of their ego and comprehend the possibility, if not the fact, that THEM exist, that it makes no sense we’re alone in this universe.  THEM don’t come in green and big machines, they could be as primal as we once were, or maybe, just maybe as ‘advanced’ as we are now… ‘Advanced’, huh?!

But since man’s ego is proven to be his worst enemy and his way into blindness, I can never find it surprising to meet those who cannot see but the existence of themselves, feeling superior, abusing nature and taking the world for granted. FLASHNEWS:  Power of nature is the most superior, and this injustice fallen upon earthly and unearthly creatures will hit you back... very soon you’ll see!

“It’s only a big dark rock in the space” they say, but I don’t really care what it is. All I see is David Bowie’s face (not really lol) shining every night to light what’s been darkened by reality for so long, giving me hope that I’ll reach out for something bigger. So please, stop being so bloody realistic and enjoy the tiniest things in life, because someday we’ll wake up to find them all… gone!

Song of the day:

Music from nature!

 27th of Aug 2012

CCTV\ CNTV Report - Egyptian Youth Flock To Heavy Metal

In regard to the changes Egyptian Metal scene’s been through in the last 10 years, the continuous growth of its fan base that can’t be unnoticeable, and the never-ending conflict between those who are fiends of such music and others who are, not only capable of grasping it to be ‘merely music’, but also can't seem to cease the common notion of its devilish roots. A CCTV report featuring Lina El Gohary, vocalist of the Caiorian Doom Metal group Anhedonia (who also happens to be a dear friend of mine) and her band members, talking about the relationship between religion and music. Lina discusses that her being a veiled devoted Muslim and a Metal musician stands no contradiction unlike what most people would think.

Watch the following video:

Land: Apart

Swift as the autumn wind are your words..

A poison running through my veins..

Treacherous as the sea, keeping secrets..

Shadowing down my mind..

I don’t call out for nothing but mercy..

Upon this wildness..

This lank insanity..

My hands apart..

So spare your vicious mouthful to somebody else..

Unless God humbles and comes back to earth..

Under the name of mortality..

As if it wasn’t enough what you’ve stolen..

Out of Mother and the spinningly token..

My land apart..

August the 5th, 2012

The Soul-Cutter

I threw my papers away,

Shoved the pen in my left eye,

And with the other I watched you coming by,

Doling my organs away,

I only wanted to look pretty,

With no make-up, no self-pity,

Wanted the mild mask on,

Please, Mr. Surgeon,

Easy on the cutting,

For wounds are getting deep,

Deep into my eyes,

Why can’t you make me look pretty?

Like a fairy so smooth and witty?

Why can’t you just make me die?

29th, July, 2012

Must-See Films (That You Probably Haven't Seen Yet)

August Rush:

You probably watched it on T.V. a few weeks ago, but my history with that movie goes way back to 2010 when I first saw it. I don’t have much to say about it, except that it’s all about MUSIC, and it’s plain magical.

To make it a little more irresistible..

Starred by Freddie Highmore and Robin Williams

Music by Hans Zimmer

Genre: Musical\Drama\Fiction

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Project Nim:

That one movie that made me experience all kind of emotions all at once, it made me laugh, cry, get angry, go crazy over this amazing chimp who was taken away from his mother for the sake of some experiment to test whether animals are able to learn sign language and interact properly.

Genre: Documentary

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Another Earth:

A recommendation from Klimt 1918’s vocalist Marco Soellner. The film is about how people’s lives take a different turn after the discovery of a twin earth.

Genre: Drama\Thriller 

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Afterwards:

Because I find John Malkovich infinitely awesome and I have something for psychological movies. The movie tells the story of a French lawyer whose entire life revolves around work and self-interest, but it seems that all of that comes to an end when some doctor (Malkovich) claims he could foresee his death and gets him to try to make a change in his meaningless life.

Genre: Psychological\ Thriller

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Where the Wild Things Are:

Never judge a movie by its cover! You may see a child with some fictional creature, but believe me, it ain’t just another fictional adventure for the hell of it, it’s about the depth of interpersonal relationships in the eyes of a lonely kid.

Genre: Drama\Fiction

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Trollhunter:

A Norwegian film telling the story of news reporters chasing a man who they believe hunting trolls. Funny plot in a horrific fashion and of course the anti-christianity gestures are a must.

Genre: Fantasy\Humor

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Battle for Haditha:

A British\Iraqi film on the role of US Marines in Iraq war. What I find pleasant about such a film that it covers both sides (American\Iraqi) without any prejudice of any kind.

Genre: Drama