For a bit of background here. The middle of this article is written by a third party whom all three of us have known for a number of years. This third party is a former DJ of Muddy’s Music Cafe. Like other former DJs who have been mistreated, abused, and generally used and thrown away by the owner of Muddys, this DJ doesn’t really have an outlet to tell their end of what happened. However, they do on this blog.
Going into a bit more background. The person who is writing the foreword and epilogue of this article is the one person out of the three Charlie’s Angels who does have a journalism background, that would be me, Liandra. I have spent 5 years working at BBC Scotland, a further 2 years at BBC World Service and I am currently working for The Guardian in the UK. Articles like this would usually mean that the original 3rd party piece would be broken up with large amounts of my own thoughts and further third-party evidence interjected. However, in the case of Muddy’s Music Cafe, we have seen first-hand reports from former DJs, hosts, and even other club owners of the desolation and ego coming from its “Christian” owner. With 7 former DJ’s, 10 former hosts, and 4 other club owners contacting us since the original Muddys Article was released, I decided to post this former DJ’s two full notecards in one piece, with only minor edits from me for spelling and slight grammar changes. The article from this third party will be between the first two Muddys images posted in this article. Without further ado, The Desolation Of Muddys Music Cafe, from the words of one, in a long list of DJ’s who have been abused, gaslighted, and lied to by its owner.
Notecard 1…from a former DJ of Muddy’s Music Cafe
This story is about a spider CAUGHT in a web of lies, so tangled making it hard to find the beginning or the end. What I was told was that the troll had two main targets, C** and B. I was told that this griefing had been going on for months without end. The others affected seemed to be the owner herself, and another hostess named Crystal. Occasionally the troll would hit some of the prime-time DJs and hosts, arriving at the club with fresh avatars with names resembling staff or VIPs. The sole purpose of these avatars was to drop in and release a storm of insults written in all capitals, attacking the staff, the club, and the owner. The pre-written text was vicious, vile, and disgusting. The troll filled the local chat repeatedly with blackness until they were ejected and banned. The onslaught would continue for hours, with the troll creating an endless assortment of avatars. The storm would stop as abruptly as it started to only be repeated the next evening. This was only one of the tactics, as there were so many tactics, meant to bring down the club and its owner.
The troll also was on the staff, a mole listening to everything that was said. So, the tangled tale is also fractured by the number of people that had direct and indirect experience with the troll, by the perceptions and actions of so many involved that each has their own story or theory, and who knows where the truth lies. There are many theories, accusations, and lots of finger-pointing as everyone tried to identify the troll. Are you the Troll? Who is the Troll? Are they staff members? Finally, a theory is tested by W when she confronts the one-time hostess now DJ, Crystal. She corners her and lays out her accusations and Crystal finally confesses that she is indeed the one trolling not only herself but the entire staff. She claims some sort of mental illness where she is addicted to the attention that her trolling brought to her. She writes an apology letter to the staff outlining her crushing addiction and mental illness and asks for forgiveness. She was the trusted technical guru who was offered to help hunt down the troll with her advanced tech abilities. At last, we have answers, we have the end of these three years of terrorism.
The story does not end here. And why would you care? Why does this story have any importance? Why are you reading this? Perhaps you are one of those that were attacked, or perhaps you were one of the many tormented by this Troll and you left the club. Like all stories, this one is tangled and so many have their own to tell. Perhaps by writing this, I can also enlist others to add their perspective. So Crystal is fired, banned and the trolling continues but new tactics are used. She now tricks Djs into giving her the password to the stream by impersonating other Djs, she tricks hosts into sharing notices with her, and she gets hired over and over again as a host and infiltrates the staff. She is given so much attention by the hysterical frantic owner, who insists on talking to her in a voice. She posts in the SL Secrets, she continues to trick DJS and HOSTS even though staff has been warned. Then she uses an unknown script to imitate the NOW PLAYING: from SAM, in local chat and drops in her own vile vicious song titles. She mines for information in people’s profiles, to frame them. She watches to see if staff leave, or are fired, or if someone is being favored and she uses all this information to continually terrorize the club.
Another layer of trolling is happening at this same time. She has invented an avatar that now goes to church and has taken a liking to H. She seduces H, impressing the entire inner circle with her advanced technical abilities. She was given access to the staff group, the inner circle fire gossip sessions and full access to the heartbeat of the club. She was in fact the best terrorist yet. She infiltrated the core of the club and the church. The only issue was that she was dying. Pool lady was terminal and only had such a brief time with all of them. She won over their hearts and their trust, but she was still actively trolling the club. The CATFISHING continues until alas the poor sick lady dies.
The entire inner circle is so devastated by their loss that they hold a memorial service for this poor dead friend. But only two weeks later someone is logging into her avatar! The shock of all shocks, it is her twin brother! YES, she has a twin brother, did she never tell you? And of course, her dying wish was that you invite her twin into your inner circle, and welcome him into your hearts. And then another revelation, she had an ex-husband who also cared for her until she found her final peace. Please also welcome him into your hearts, as he is in pain and needs your support. Can you even believe that any sane intelligent person would buy any of this? But the final nail in the coffin is that I believe with all my intelligence and sanity that the TROLL, CRYSTAL and TAMMY are all the same person. THIS TROLL has easily fooled the fools.
So, the tangled story comes to one more inevitable twist. What if the troll, who I do believe is a man, is also being fed, encouraged, and manipulated by the owner of the club? What if when the owner wants to push someone to leave or frame them with lies she uses the TROLL. What if she is really controlling the TROLL, what if underneath all the turmoil it is the owner herself that is now using the Troll to terrorize unwanted staff or destroy their reputations? What a perfect way to destroy, use the TROLL! THIS evil widow spider has caught the Troll in her web!
Notecard 2…from a former DJ of Muddy’s Music Cafe
STAND Where do you stand? How much can you stand? Will you take a stand? Do you have a leg to stand on? Can you just stand by? Well, there is always a place and time to take a stand, and draw that line in the sand. The time for me was at the end of an abusive relationship that spanned over a period of five years, with intermittent breaks. The types, intensity and frequency of the abuse depended on how many others she was focused on abusing at any given time. She is a frequent abuser, and in the grips of her web you witness the abuse being delivered to others, but as often is the case you remain silent in her web for fear of being her next target. After escaping the blackness of her web, you gain clarity in numerous ways, but I am going to only outline three.
The first realization, after escaping from the depths of THE WIDOW’s twisted grip, is that you are not alone. So many have escaped before you, and so many have felt the repercussions. Escaping the twisted web filled with lies and deceit means also enduring the wrath of the Queen herself. She is the widow, that is determined there be no survivors! My firsthand witness of her viciousness, in both the blackness of her vile words and her predatory actions, recalled the saying about keeping your enemies closer. The edge of the sword is sharp, so standing on it meant slicing my actions and words to ensure the least amount of damage possible. It is a strange existence when you know you are being manipulated and abused but are too terrified to stand against it or leave. In the end, I decided to take a stand. Those that also took a stand and learned to stand on their own have also shared with me their torment. So, I am not alone! I am not the first, and I will not be the last and the steady stream of victims continues to grow. Many have shared with me that they were dismayed perhaps even disappointed that I stayed so long knowing what I knew. My only response to this is, you are right to be disappointed, I should have taken a stand sooner.
The second realization, after my emancipation, was that I had been complicit by staying so long. I had, by association, become one of her minions. I had not only recruited /groomed others into becoming her next victims, but I also used my words and actions to admonish those that had broken free. This realization comes at a cost, trust me. I am disappointed in myself and want to reach out and make amends to those that I have hurt in any way. Yes, the WIDOW is responsible for her part in the grooming, intimidation, and viciousness, but I must take responsibility for my part in it. This is no small realization and does weigh heavy on my heart.
The third and final enlightenment is that she will continue her course. She has set up her WIDOW court with minions who carry out her every wish. The delivery of messages, griefing on her behalf, and feeding her the lies she needs to hear to feel justified. Her Widow’s court is filled with ones as vicious as herself. They scurry around as messengers, groomers, and acquiesce to her every action or mood. She is a liar, they know it, they have witnessed it, yet they choose not to act. She is a manipulator, dismissive and self-interested, and they choose to stand by her lies. Many have written about this vicious evil WIDOW and her web of lies and many have reported her, yet she continues her reign of terror. I have heard the word crazy tossed out, as well as others more descriptive. Perhaps ……..
Words are powerful cutting tools and can often persuade, heal, and protect others. My entrapment is over, and I am finally free and with freedom comes clarity not mud. The impact of anyone’s story is that others may learn, adjust, and thrive. My desire is that by writing this down, as a type of carthorses, I might rise from the ashes and like a phoenix find my new life embracing joy, love, and kindness. I want to thank all of you that have shared your stories, your torments, and your feelings with me. You truly have given me strength and I appreciate you all.
Yes. It’s a long read, with a lot to take in. “Notecard 1” really started to click with me and the girls when it got to the last few paragraphs. When the Angels got banned, we heard from several other club owners that unknown accounts were contacting them, informing them that we got banned for copy-botting, or giving out group invites to other clubs, harassing the DJs, or harassing the hosts. These accounts were fairly old, around 6 to 8-year-old accounts. When this tactic didn’t work, yes, you guessed it. Bridget Hammil herself, the owner of Muddys Music Cafe would then contact these club owners with practically a copy and paste of what those other unknown avatars said. She would then threaten them by saying she will inform Patch Linden. The threats to contact Patch Linden seem to be a recurring threat with Bridget as well, she also threatened me and Fenella by saying she will contact Patch. As for the clubs she contacted? All four of them contacted one of the Angels. It was Bridget “I’m a Christian, honest I am!” Hammil’s attempt to discredit the angels in other clubs which led us to write the original article…which now has over 9,000 views.
She also contacted one of the designers we have been long-standing bloggers for, again, threatening them. That designer broke all ties with Muddys, and the gaslighter known as Bridget Hammil.
Some of her staff also attempted to contact the host of this blog. Informing them that we (The Angels) were “neonazis” or anti-semitic. The host told them where to go because the host…is Liza Blackwood.
All three of us have seen first hand, and heard from former hosts and DJ’s stories which corroborate what this former DJ has said in this article. Bridget Hammil pretends to be a Christian but uses that Christianity as a protective shield to be a gaslighter, liar, manipulator, and breaker of friendships. She thinks that Muddy’s is the untouchable be-all and end-all of clubs in Second Life. She is wrong.
The above picture was taken at peak UK and EU time only a few days ago in Muddys Music Cafe by friends I still have in the club. There was a time, not too long ago, before the Angels got banned when that dancefloor was packed. The original article on our banning caused Muddys a slump in traffic which they have never really recovered from. More and more potential DJs and hosts read that original article and decided not to work at Muddys and go to Big Daddy’s, reMIXX, Totally 80’s, or the numerous other clubs out there where the owner isn’t a manipulating gaslighter of her staff and hosts. Bridget is essentially killing her own club, and the sad state of affairs is, she can’t even see it.
In the beginning, Muddys was the place to go for a friendly chat and great DJ’s. That was the beginning though. More than a decade later Bridget Hammil has used and abused countless DJs to the point that more and more refuse to work there. Bridget Hammil still thinks this is 2013/4 when Muddys was the only place to be. The fact is, it isn’t. Peak, Warehouse 21, Fogbound, and countless others have triple the traffic on off, and on peak than Muddys has. The only thing that Muddy’s has left is its name, and that name is now being tarnished by a delusional manipulative gaslighting owner who has brought about the desolation of a once-great club.
This article, along with the original ban article, may, hopefully, go some way into pressuring the Lab to do something about Bridget and ultimately this once-great club. If the lab sits back and chooses to do nothing, that’s their prerogative, but it’s a sad day when well-known and loved DJ’s are treated like playthings by a gaslighting lying club owner named Bridget Hammil who treats DJs, hosts, friends and club patrons like disposable people she can use, abuse, and then fire.
For a so-called “Christian”, she should be ashamed of herself. For DJs and hosts who feel trapped there, and i have heard from a few of you who do, there is a myriad of other clubs out there where you will feel welcome with owners and existing staff. Fogbound, Totally 80’s, The reMIXX, The Blarney Stone, Back To The 80’s, and numerous other general rock and pop clubs are always looking for staff!
The article was written on May 31st, 2023 by Liandra Aries with a re-edit on June 3rd
The middle section of the article was written by a 3rd party
Edited and checked by Fenella Baily
Proofread by Liza Blackwood
