The Joans, the only band in the world dedicated to giving Hollywood icon Joan Crawford a rock and roll voice are pleased to announce the release of their debut CD, simply titled We are The Joans. A celebration of tough broads everywhere, the CD combines the band’s power pop and punk sensibilities with their tongues firmly implanted in their cheeks.
The initial concept of the band was ‘What if Joan Crawford had her own rock and roll band?’” says Davy Joans, the founder of The Joans. “We decided the band would be like her- tough, glamorous and larger then life. All of the songs have that connection, and we do our best to look and act the part on stage. Their debut video Mad at the Dirt (written by Aaron Joans and directed by Peter Neville of Image Control Unit) mirrors vintage Hollywood movie trailers and pays homage to one of the most infamous lines from the cult film, Mommie Dearest, adapted from Christina Crawford’s highly suspect, tell all biography of the same name.
Formed in 2007 The Joans include lead guitarist and music arranger Taylor Joans, Aaron Joans on drums, Jennifer Joans on vocals, Steve Joans on bass guitar and Ed Joans, keyboard player and trusted maid for the band.
For more information and to purchase the new CD visit their website at www.thejoansband.com
I still have to stick my my assertion that at this moment Peter Davis can do no wrong. I love what’s been going on in X-Factor with the story, characters and especially the writers online comments and letter’s page responses. He rocks!
Cortex stands revealed! Or does he? The plan of the president’s science team threatens Madrox and Layla! Or does it? Shatterstar gets a milkshake! Or does he? It’s all going according to the plan of Doctor Doom! Or is it?
We found out last issue that Cortex is a Madrox dupe, right? Not to mention Trevor Fitzroy is on the side of the angels (for now). What more is in store for us as we approach the milestone issue #50? Oops, better make that #200 since the issue that follows #49 will be renumbered to #200 (the number the title would have been on if the current series had picked up where the oriinal series left off… at 151 instead of rebooting at 0).
5 feet, 10 inch Dylan Reece was born April 17, 1972. He began his American porn career in 1999 after his best friend sent some of his nudes to Chi Chi LaRue (he’d done some porn in Sydney before that). With his chiseled "superman’s" jaw, smooth athletic body, 8 inch cock and fuckable ass, Dylan quickly made a name for himself and was cast in a number of cock-stiffening roles for Falcon Studios.
A number of online sources list Dylan Reece as a.k.a. Dillon Pierce. He appears to have used that name for at least 1 movie (Echoes from Men of Oddesey), but other appearances I was able to view for "Dillon Pierce" (Down Austin Lane, Florida Erection) were an entierly different person with no resemblance to Dylan. Does anyone know how many movies he did under the name Dillon Pierce?
Reece has descibed his early years as "very confused." During the day he was this straight boy who had girlfriends and at night, he snuck out of his parents home to work the streets as a 13 year old self-described "posh escort" getting into expensive looking cars such as Porsches, Jaguars and Bentleys."
He moved out at age 16 and used a regimen of drinks, drugs, dancing and crying to get through the transition as he came out. Reece describes his personality as three identities: one for his personal life, Dylan Reece (porn star), and Puppy (dancer and nickname).
Dylan began as a sex worker in Australia in the late 80’s when the industry was taboo and pimps were being murdered over territory and other disputes. Over his time as a hustler, he worked in a number of male brotherls ranging from the worst to the best. Dylan remembers the worst as 6 weeks at Buddies (run by a scary, old man with a limp – he was one of the ones murdered), a dirty messy two bedroom terrace in Darlinghurst.
The best of the brothels was a huge clean, posh 5 bedroom terrace with marble tiles, a spa bath in every room and a large room out back for the boys with videos, champagne and the works. The clients were "very rich, clean and nice people," but the rates really didn’t change much despite the luxurious surroundings.
Dylan Reece retired from porn in 2001 to move back to Australia with his boyfriend (whom he left the business for), and work as a personal trainer. He only worked in porn and as an escort when single and as of a 2006 comment made to a now defunct yahoo group, he firmly believed he’d never go back, as he’s found his soul mate. I’m happy for him, but we do miss his sizzling performances.
