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2019.01.02 21:57 sconce2600 The List: 2019

The Lineup is out, bold denotes acts that ended up on the lineup
This is a list of acts that are potentially playing OSLs 2019. I intend to update this list via edit from now until the lineup drop. If you want to add someone to this list just comment below and I will modify the list and credit your handle next to the edit. If you want to find someone in particular quickly I suggest you use ctrl F.
POTENTIAL HEADLINERS
POTENTIAL UNDERCARD:
Playing eight tracked festivals
Playing six tracked festivals
Playing five tracked festivals
Playing four tracked festivals
Playing three tracked festivals
Playing two tracked festivals
Playing one tracked festival
Added by users, not currently playing any heavy crossover festivals so far
The following have appeared at OSLs once before but have not released new material since their first stint and are therefore less likely to appear in 2019 (To date only Beck and Vance Joy have returned WITHOUT new material, making the following acts much less likely)
The following is a list of bands that have played OSLs more than once and the gaps between return performances, considering only five acts have ever played OSLs three times, all acts in this section should be considered less likely than acts that have played OSLs once or never. Note that no act has ever returned quicker than a three year gap, Givers, Fantastic Negrito, and Big Boi were all makeup performances for prior year cancellations.
Headliners
Threepeaters
Three year gap
Four year gap
Five year gap
Six year gap
Seven year gap
Eight year gap
Ten year gap
The following are past lineup drop dates, all lineup drops from 2012 to 2018 have occurred on a Tuesday:
ACTS CONFIRMED PRIOR TO LINEUP DROP:
NAMES THAT ULTIMATELY ENDED UP ON THE LINEUP THAT WERE ON NEITHER LIST (26):
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2015.05.19 22:22 VienneLeVautour The Chilson Boys

Rather than working some menial minimum-wage job to support my shopping habits in high school, I babysat. I started out ‘sitting for a few families in my neighborhood and gained new “clients” through word of mouth. By the time I graduated, I had amassed a small empire and developed a reputation or being trustworthy and dependable. Over the summer before college, I decided to expand my little business to make some extra money for school. Since I lived in a fairly small (and very safe) community, I decided to put up some flyers around town advertising my services and listing my references. My phone was ringing within hours, and soon my datebook was full with babysitting appointments.
Mrs. Chilson called on a Friday morning, desperately seeking a sitter for her two sons that night.
“We never get out,” she explained. “We wouldn’t leave the children unless it was an absolute necessesity.”
I had already booked an afternoon session with another family and was looking forward to a Friday night off. Mrs. Chilson must have sensed my reluctance, because she volunteered to pay me twice my normal rate “for calling on such short notice,” and she promised that the kids would be asleep most of the time. I acquiesced and hung up the phone, already weary at the thought of two babysitting jobs in one day. I had no idea how much I would come to regret my decision.
Mrs. Chilson was waiting for me at the front door when I showed up. She had a natural elegance that was enhanced by the black cocktail dress she was wearing, accessorized with a posh bob, a spritz of Chanel No. 5, and an aura of anxiety so dense that I felt my heart rate quicken just standing in her presence. Understandable; I'd be anxious too, leaving my kids with a new babysitter. I considered it my job to put her mind at ease.
"I love your dress!" I gushed, following her into the house. "What's the occasion?"
"My husband has a work function," she said, taking my cue to relax and letting out a giggle-sigh.
“You should have an easy night,” she went on, leading me through the foyer and into the kitchen. “Brady — that’s my five year old — is a little under the weather. I gave him some medicine with his dinner and it knocked him out cold, so we put him to bed early."
"Am I just watching Brady tonight?" I asked. I remembered she had mentioned another son on the phone.
“Ahhh," she paused. "My eldest son, Jeremy, is in his room, but you won't hear a peep from him. He'll be on his computer all night. You know how teenagers are..."
"Teenager?"
"Yes, Jeremy is fifteen."
At this point I started to feel annoyed. Mrs. Chilson hadn’t mentioned anything about having a teenage son on the phone. If he was going to be home all night, why couldn’t he just watch his brother? Sure, I had a few clients that preferred to have a hands-on sitter (rather than a teenager zombified by video or computer games) in the house with their young ones, but if Brady was in bed, what difference did it make? Besides that, I didn’t like starting a job without being properly introduced to the children, especially since it was my first time sitting for the Chilsons. Cold and computer games be damned.
Mrs. Chilson must have sensed my frustration, because she grabbed her purse and handed me a mint-condition hundred dollar bill. “I thought I’d pay you now, and a little extra,” she said, “I know you’re being inconvenienced.”
I took the bill cautiously, realizing that as I did, I was sealing my fate — now it was too late to make an excuse and bail on the job.
Footsteps hammered down the stairs, and Mrs. Chilson and I both turned to see the man of the house coming down. He was just as well-dressed and finely manicured as his wife, but his hair looked freshly tousled and his shirt and time were askew.
“Just checked the boys, they're both tucked in for the night," he said to no one in particular, then turned to me, "Should be an easy job! Make yourself at home down here and relax.” Mrs. Chilson rushed to his side and tidied him up, straightening his tie and smoothing his hair back at the part.
“We should get going then,” he said. I saw them out the front door and gave my best reassuring wave, then turned back into the silent house. The empty night loomed ahead of me... hours at my disposal, stuck in a stranger's house with nothing to do and no children to tend to.
I made my way back through the foyer and kitchen — every bit as elegant and opulent as Mr. and Mrs. Chilson. It was the sort of house devoid of any homely clutter — there wasn’t a speck of dust or post-it note in sight. The downstairs was expertly decorated in black and white, and everything appeared far too fragile to share a home with a five year old. I babysat for a wide range of families -- some scraping just over the poverty line, and others more financially well off. The Chilsons were definitely the latter, and their home was one of the most grand I had 'sat in.
I wandered around the downstairs, exploring and familiarizing myself with the layout. Bathroom. Kitchen. Living room. Grand dining room. Everything perfectly in place and decorated.
Having spent only five minutes of my hours-long sentence, I resolved to pour myself a glass of red wine (a scandalous indulgence, I know) and sat down at the glass dining table, pulling out my ragged copy of “Of Mice and Men” — one of the many books I was supposed to be reading over the summer in preparation for my first semester of college courses.
I must have been sat at the table for over an hour, completely absorbed in the book until my attention was suddenly shattered by a heavy thumping overhead. Startled, I sprang to my feet, my elbow catching the wine glass and sending it crashing to the marble floor. The wine glass -- now a collection of broken jagged glass spears -- rested in a puddle of blood-red wine scarring the immaculate floor.
"Fucking A," I muttered, hurrying around the kitchen on a quest for paper towels. Given the predicament, I gave little thought to the the ruckus overhead until a second heavy thump sent a jingle through the glass chandelier that hung over the table. Teenage son, I figured, more concerned about the mess I had just made, and how I was going to explain a broken wineglass.
The kitchen connected to a laundry closet, and beside the washer and dryer was a floor-to-ceiling cabinet. I flung it open, sure I would find the standard cleaning supplies. A mop or paper towels would have been nice, but instead I found myself staring at a collection of harnesses. They were made out of lanyard; the kind you put on a small dog, with straps that go across the chest and shoulders. Only these ones seemed to be made for human proportions, and they were hung on hangers.
"Holy shit," the words popped out of my mouth as my eyes marinated in the sight set before me. Below the collection of human harnesses was a shelf stocked with a taser and an assortment of pill bottles. Maybe the Chilsons were into some '50 Shades of Grey' shit, I reasoned. But... no. This was way beyond Christian Grey. A taser? Who uses a taser for foreplay? And pills? They were all prescriptions bottles, but the labels had been peeled off cleanly. I leaned in, trying to get a better look, when a sudden THUD from upstairs shook me straight.
By this point I was profoundly uncomfortable. I gripped my cell phone, contemplating my next move. What could I do? Call the parents home and make up some excuse to get out of the job? Call my mom and ask her to come babysit me as I babysat? Better yet, call 911? “Yes, police, I’m babysitting two boys — neither of whom I have seen — and would like to report a bizarre broom closet of bondage accessories and what sounds like a boyish jostle coming from upstairs?”
"Put on your big girl panties and deal with it," I told myself. I found a roll of paper towels on the sink and went back to the scene of the wine crime. I was crouched over the stain, mopping it up when I felt prickles on the back of my neck. I whirled around and nearly yelped when I saw a little boy standing there in the kitchen behind me.
There was something immediately arresting about his presence — something completely haunting. Words are incapable of describing the feeling of dread, despair, and possession that fell over me when I saw him standing there. His face seemed to be sculpted with the comical proportions and exaggerated angular features of a 1950s caricature. His skin had a waxy shine, and his cheeks were almost too rosy. His eyes were incredibly blue — the pale, unnatural shade that would appear beautiful in almost any other context, but as pupils, appeared alarming. His mouth — thin pink lips stretched wide across his cheeks — wore a permanent cheshire grin that was as foreboding as it was darkly mischievous. Golden curls crowned his tiny scalp and fell over his forehead, failing to conceal a fresh scratch mark over one of his highly arched eyebrows.
Let me take a moment to assure you that I’ve never been one to believe in sensing — or imagining — the presence of evil, but in that moment, staring at the little boy in the kitchen, I was overpowered by the feeling that something was wrong.
“Hey trooper," I said, hiding the last of the spill and kicking the paper towel away with my foot. "I was just having some juice and it spilled."
"That's not juice," he said. His voice was just as unnerving as his appearance; somehow too slow and deliberate to belong to a child.
"Your mom said you weren't feeling too well," I said, forcing a dry swallow and trying to sound calm and collected. "Maybe some ice cream would make you feel better?"
He just stood there, flashing me this giant horrifying grin. It was if he could see inside of me — see that I was afraid, and he was relishing in it.
“No ice cream, then. Is there something else I can make you?” I asked him, opening the fridge to find it oddly empty, save a few bottles of water.
“I’m not hungry for food,” he said darkly, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine as his lips peeled back into a sadistic smile that revealed a mouth full of sharp, pointy little teeth. Too many teeth — I counted at least ten across the top row. My tongue flashed over my own top row of teeth, counting just six. I tried to dismiss the feeling — they were just baby teeth, right? Kids always have weird, pointy, fucked up little teeth… right?
“Should we watch a movie? Would that be fun?”
He shook his head — not furiously, like a little boy might when voicing objection, but slowly. More chills.
“Of Mice and Men,” he said slowly, his eyes landing on my book that sat, spread eagle face down on the kitchen table. “That’s a good one.”
I couldn’t do it… I couldn’t be alone with this awful little face anymore, or the weird mannerisms. My mouth was going dry and my body was starting to quiver. I always prided myself in being the consummate professional; there was no job too hard, no child too strong-willed. I could handle anything. Why was this little boy — this harmless child with bed-head and footie pajamas — threatening me?
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get you back in bed so you can rest.”
He grinned even bigger, showing me those awful little teeth — there were way too many of them — and then he turned to lead me upstairs. His proportions were all wrong, I thought as I watched him stride up the steps. His neck was stretched too high over his narrow shoulders; his head seemed larger than his shrunken abdomen. His legs were long, his hands… little, but freakishly mature.
We climbed the final step and rounded the corner into the upstairs hallway, me just behind him. The hallway was lined with doors, all closed besides one. It was left ajar, the light flooding out and filling the otherwise dark hallway. Studying the door handle, I noticed it was the only door in the hallway that locked from the outside — not just a lock, but a deadbolt.
“Is that your room?” I asked, my voice shaking. His little face twisted into a giant grin and he nodded. Terrified, I tried to rationalize why it might lock from the outside — sleepwalker? Maybe the house just came that way, and they had never removed the locks? None if seemed to add up. I should have taken that omen as the final straw, the last red flag… but I wanted to be brave. I thought I could handle anything.
“Where is Jeremy’s room?” I asked.
His little smile grew even bigger. My skin was itching with apprehension, and little beads of sweat crawled down my face and back like little spiders.
“I am Jeremy,” he said. My stomach fell. My mouth went dry. No. No fucking way, that didn't make sense. Keep it together, I willed myself, shaking my head and telling myself it couldn't be true. I forced myself to stalk down the hallway, pushing open all the bedroom doors. They all opened to empty rooms. Empty... completely barren, devoid of life. I pushed open the last one and found myself in a little boy's room. It was cheerfully outfitted with a Thomas the Tank Engine bedspread and the name 'Brady' spelled out on the wall over a toy chest. The toy chest... laying on the ground, on its side, propped up by...
A little body. A little human body, fragile, broken… a beautiful little boy. At least he had been. His body had been crushed by a beneath a toy chest. His little face — deceased, already blue with death — stuck out from beneath it, eyes still open, full of fear; his last emotion lingering in his heavy brow.
I ran from the house. I left it all behind — the corpse of little Brady trapped beneath a toy chest, and Jeremy, whoever -- whatever -- he really was.
I never babysat again after that night. I wasn’t sure what I expected from the Chilsons, but I never heard from them. I scanned newspaper headlines and searched Google News for mention of the family, or an obituary or death notice, but my efforts were fruitless. I was too terrified to tell my parents or drive by their house.
I moved away to college in the fall and spent sleepless nights in my dorm bed, tossing and turning, trying to rationalize what I had seen that night. I poured over medical textbooks in the university library and read countless articles on the web about medical conditions that can stunt growth or cause a teenager to appear like a preadolescent child. I never found anything that suppressed my instinct that I had witnessed something beyond nature.
I suppose all of this might still have a completely rational explanation… that’s what I kept telling myself as I edged closer and closer to lunacy. I developed theories -- physically stunted older brother, coddled by nervous parents, hidden from the world, deprived to the point of insanity... takes his revenge on his perfect younger brother. That was my working theory, and the best that I could come up with. And maybe, one day, I could have come to accept that. But then something happened that confirmed my worst fears… that gave air to the thoughts that haunted the darkest corners of my mind.
I came home to my empty dorm room one night and crawled into bed without turning the lights on, and I felt it press against my cheek in the middle of my pillow.
My tattered copy of “Of Mice and Men.”
I had left it in the Chilsons house that night.
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2013.12.18 18:01 DigitalAngel3 Hello from a non-Wiccan

Hello, My name is DigitalAngel3. I am in my early 30s. 2 yrs ago I left a cult-like, toxic Independent Fundamental Baptist (IFB) church in Canada. Since then I have been trying to find out what I believe. As a result I find that I am agnostic/atheist -I hate the Christian god and how the church/god tried to control my life and my actions. I DON"T want to fall under another god or be involved in religious rules and laws. I DO however believe that there is energy all around us and that we humans control our own actions and pathway of life. I believe that if there is a god/goddess/deity then they will speak to us and not through some book in which a pastor dictates.
A couple days ago I stumbled upon this group and was immediately intrigued. I read the FAQ and the Wikipedia page. This new year I will be buying these books : 1)The Truth About Witchcraft Today by Scott Cunningham 2)Earth Power by Scott Cunningham 3)Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham 4)Llewellyn's 2014 Witches' Datebook by Elizabeth Barrette 5)Wicca for Beginners by Thea Sabin
I don't think I can yet as get into Wicca for the fear of jumping from one religion to another plus I have an unreasonable , stupid , brainwashed voice in the back of my head that says: "you are inviting an evil spirit into your home. Also you might get possessed by the devil".
Anyway I wanted to say Hello, and hope that you don't mind me lurking or taking part in the daily conversation threads. I really want to take at least a few months to learn about wicca and the people who are wiccans. :) Blessed Be!! :)
edit: spaced the books out so we can see them better.
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