#Annisette

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The Savage Rose - Unfold (1970)

The Savage Rose were a Danish psych/prog rock group who are hard to describe as their sound was constantly changing. Annisette's distinctive vocals are the one constant. Much of it isn't really to my taste, but I really like this baroque-country pop tune with a cycling harpsichord bit.

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The Savage Rose / Annisette Koppel Photos : Søren Ørnsø, at a Concert in Randers 1968.

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Priscilla (Movie Review) | A Quirky Journey Through Elvis' World

Let's explore the enigmatic world of Elvis and Priscilla Presley's relationship in #SofiaCoppola's #Priscilla. How is it? My review delves into that, don't miss out! #PriscillaMovie #FilmReview #ElvisAndMe #BookToMovie 📖🎥🍿

Sofia Coppola‘s Priscilla takes an unconventional approach to exploring the life of Priscilla Presley, portrayed by Caille Spaeny (Mare of Easttown), and her relationship with the iconic Elvis Presley, played by Jacob Elordi (The Kissing Booth). Based on Priscilla Presley’s 1985 memoir Elvis and Me, the film offers a quiet and peculiar cinematic experience that may not be everyone’s cup of…

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Brazil Nut Cookie (mine, adopted from ushiwaka on th) and Annisette Slushpuppy ( @Missy_Aldan ‘s) as Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo for halloween!

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Actress Stephanie Beatriz (Encanto) chats with Nicole Byer about dealing with bisexual erasure. Animatic drawn in Adobe Animate! My friend Taylor Annisette suggested this clip over a year ago. :) Audio from: https://ift.tt/CIytDYA Music: Mi Borinquen, by Doug Maxwell/Jimmy Fontanez by Diane Aarts

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Peeta was not expecting anyone. No one really came to visit him. The boy was all alone in the village. His family decided to stay in town with the bakery. The boy had been forced to grow up all too soon. But living in the districts of Panem tended to do that to you.

He still wasn’t used to his new leg. Which is partially why it took the young boy so long to get to the door. A small smile forms on his lips at the sight of his older sister. “ Annisette. ” He greets his sister happy. He missed seeing her. He gives a small chuckle as tears well in his blue eyes. “ Well most of me … ” The boy jokes as he looks down to his prosthetic. “ I am happy to see you too. ” This is the first time he’s seen any of his family since he got off the train.

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anisette had not been able to breathe from the moment her beloved baby brother was reaped. it fills her with guilt to think of now but, she sincerely believed her brother to be as good as dead after releasing him from her embrace that afternoon in the justice building. their district wasn't known for producing victors; year after year their neighbors had to watch their children being slaughtered for entertainment. even forrest had to watch his brother perish in the arena. it is part of the reason she takes the over mile long walk to the victor's village alone ——- she didn't want to hurt him, not even inadvertently.

the victor's village is exactly the ghost town she had expected it to be. anisette had lost count of the number of empty houses she passed before approaching his, maybe eight or nine ? ascending the stairs to the porch, the young woman knocks gently on the front door and once it is opened to her, she nearly passes out. he was alive. he was really alive. her lips part to greet him but she cannot seem to find the words. eventually coming to from the overwhelming feeling of seeing him again, anisette rushes forward and pulls him into a tight embrace. " peeta, honey. " she murmured, feeling her eyes fill with tears. " i'm so happy to see you. "

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Savage Rose - A Girl I Knew // Ride My Mountain // Savage Rose (1968)

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Annisette Koppel, the charismatic Danish lead vocalist of The Savage Rose, is 71 today.

Here is a picture from The Savage Rose’s debut concert in Tivoli Gardens, 1968...

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Pictures by Oliver | Instagram: olivertcb

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Doodles during class and while waiting.

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June 19 PM June 21 Afternoon

June 19 afternoon

We went directly to Germany on the Autobahn and decided to drive to Freiburg to look around. We missed the turn to the city center and tried to find our way back, but the road was under construction and the GPS could not reroute us.We spent 20 minutes wandering around knowing which direction to go but being stymied by one-way streets and pedestrian areas. We finally found the city center and parked to walk around.It is a very interesting old city but much more crowded and I remember 1982. We heard someone speaking English and started a conversation with Jack and Gloria from Pennsylvania. Their son lives in Heidelberg with his wife and daughter. We kept finding things that were common to us in about 30-minutes chatting in front of the facade of an old department store, to translate loosely. We ended up exchanging cards and hope we will meet them someday in Oklahoma or in Pennsylvania. The trip onward to the Gross-Gerau tomorrow hotel was uneventful, except for several traffic jams on the way. In between the traffic jams I was able to get up to speed at 195 km an hour a couple of times.  Elizabeth said it was “eventful” for her.We had a nice meal in a hotel restaurant called Zum Jaegerhof not far from the hotel. 

June 20

It was very hot in the night. I think it was supposed to be in the 80′s and it felt like it.   We thought we booked a hotel with air conditioning. Who would have thought a Best Western hotel would not have air conditioning.  We cadged a fan from the manager and that was a little bit of help.  By the time we woke up, the temperature dropped over 25 degrees and then felt better. After breakfast we decided to take advantage of a special offer to ride any public transportation anywhere in Germany for a month for only €9.  We bought a €9 pass for each of us to go to downtown Frankfurt. It was very chilly and the temperature was about  65 downtown. We had a nice time walking around the old town of Frankfurt and then we took the subway to the old opera house. It started to drizzle and we had seen what we wanted to see downtown, so we took the subway and the S-Bahn back to Gross-Gerau. We knew we had to find another hotel for tomorrow night. What we didn't know was that Frankfurt was having 3 major fairs at the convention center downtown. The prices of rooms went up by three times at the airport. Finding one was even more impossible.  We decided to have a Greek meal at the restaurant in our old hometown of Beuttelborn. Unfortunately, it is only open on Tuesdays to Saturdays for take out so we went back to a Greek restaurant I had been to 40 years ago. You can’t make up what I'm about to say right now.  The waiter wanted us to sit outside but we didn't want to sit in the smoking area. We finally got through to him and he seated us inside. We were passed off to another waiter who got us a beer and two shots of annisette to clean our palettes. We had a little difficulty explaining that we didn't want two big meals. We wanted one meal to share. He finally got it and we settled for a meal that would probably be too much for us and it was, barely.  We left the chicken breast and ate the other typically Greek meat with great tzatziki sauce. The waiter says I don't know how big your stomach is, I only know how big mine is in German. I told him my stomach was not as big as his, in German.  Anyway, we ordered our meal and when he brought it over he said in English, “enjoy your meal”.  I debated how to handle that and decided to do it with kindness. When he came back I told him his English was very good and my German wasn't too bad because I had lived in Germany for 11 years. That started a really interesting conversation. He thought we were still living in Germany. To make a long story short, which is hard for me. “Sam” Is from Greece and he is a major World War II history buff. We were talking about our trip and he told us he had just come back from D-Day celebrations in Normandy during the D-Day celebrations. While we were enjoying the end of our meal, he brought a picture of himself on his phone when he was in the army at 19 years old. I told him about my military service and he told me how much he loves the history of The Americans and World War II. He asked  if I knew about the clickers that the 101st airborne used. We shared pictures of ourselves visiting Normandy and I showed him a picture of me in my class A uniform. It was a very very interesting conversation and before I knew it, he brought me a replica of the cricket that the 101st Airborne used to identify each other. I thought he was just showing it to me, but he says since he has two, I should have one as well.  We continued to have a very nice chat about things in general. He wants me to send him a postcard from America, not an email.  You just don't get those kinds of experiences on a tour when you are being shuttled from restaurant to restaurant of a preferred customer of the cruise lines.  If we had not had the flexibility to go to another restaurant after the original one was closed, we would have missed out on this particular experience. At the end of the evening we were definitely on a first name basis and Sam asked if we’d like to have another anisette shot before we go. We said sure and the other waiter brought it to us before we left.

Jan 21

We got out of the hotel in plenty of time to fill the car up with gas so it would be full when we got to the airport. Unfortunately we were led to the wrong car drop off point and had to drive around the airport so the car was not quite full when we turned it in.  It was also 5 minutes late according to the original contract but we didn't pick up the original car until an hour and a half later which was not reflected in the computer system. The man was very nice and told us he was  going to backdate it to 10:27, so we wouldn't be charged for another day. He checked the car over and gave us the OK, but he had to fill out the paperwork manually because the computer said he couldn't do it electronically because he had delayed the final entries. He did say he was going to have to charge me for filling up the car and I forgot to tell him that was originally half full when I got it because he was being so nice to help about the extra day. When he finished the paperwork (literally and gave us a copy), he said you pay about 12 to 15 euros for the fuel but save 50 euros for the extra day. When we told him we are staying at the Hilton, he said let me show you how to get there and took time to walk to the end of the garage and show us exactly which elevator to get on and what floor to get off on.  We didn't see anyone else getting that kind of service. I guess we look so helpless or he did it out of respect for our age.  He was very impressed that we had traveled so far when he looked at the mileage we had driven and all the things we had seen.   Maybe that's why he helped us so much. It doesn't matter, it just happens.

We got to the Hilton two hours earlier than normal check in time. While we were talking to Christin at the Check-in desk, she said if we wanted to check in now, it will be €39 extra. She said if you come back around 1, I can let you in without extra charge and store your bags for you while you are wandering the airport.  What a deal. We had lunch in the airport area and went back at 1:00 to check-in. No problem. The room is very nice. We decided to find out exactly where to go for the flight tomorrow morning. We walked all the way to the shuttle that takes you to Terminal 2. I don’t like to leave anything to chance.

We will have spaghetti carbonara one more time before we leave tonight for dinner. We will rise and shine early tomorrow morning and go to the American Airlines Lounge before the flight and hope to get a bite to eat.

This will probably be the last major text upload and I will try and send some pictures later tonight. We look forward to getting home even though we had a great time over here. 

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Extract/dribbles # 19

“If you’ll let me.”

Words spoken in the safety of darkness, whispered by lips turned away from him. So soft his voice had been that night, inadvertently putting an emphasis on promises made in a way that was so much more determined than stronger words spoken as they accounted for not only the oath but also the ingrained fear of failure.

As he let the message of his memories reverberate in his mind Sander pushed himself away from his desk at the studio. He knew what he had to do, finally finding peace in the ferocity of truth. But before that last step he needed to do one thing more while he still had the courage to do so.

His decisive stride brought him to the light switch by the door. He covered his eyes as the fluorescent school lights chased his shadows away. As he opened them again the sight of his smashed easel nearly brought his resolve to an end. No, not tonight, he thought to himself, determined not to let anything, not even his own previous destructive actions, keep him from what he had to do that night.

No, it wasn’t perfect, nothing in his life would ever be, but it would have to do. The wall beneath the skylight in his studio with the help of a lot of duct tape managed the mangled remnants of his easel to hold onto the largest canvas he had left in his studio. The angles weren’t straight, had there ever been any straight lines to follow through his days, and he would have to do as he so often before had done. This he could work with.

When he came back to his studio after braking into the room next door, borrowing all the oil paint he could find, he stopped for a second as he watched the empty room before him. The bare white walls, the fluorescent light, the silence now his playlist had reached its end with even the night granting him a respite of rain hammering down the windows, brought a spring of determination to his steps as he walked back to his desk.

Finding the brushes and a palette that could serve him he picked up his phone and instinctively went through his Bowie playlist, preparing for long hours. No, not tonight. Bowie would always be his favourite but now, this night of all nights, he needed to force himself out of the comfort of everything he had previously held on to. So he ended up finding that obscure song his uncle had introduced him to some months before, a song he had alway wanted to paint to but somehow had preserved for the one day when he needed it. That day had come. And if there was ever a song made for being played on repeat, that song was it.

As the sound of the guitar started its dance to the tunes of the Hammond organ and the hoarse voice of the gypsy woman, Sander began to mix his paint. The motive had been clear to him since he had dragged himself from his recollections. Every stroke of his brush that hit the canvas as a hammer hits the glow reminded him of that cold night at the end of November where he sprayed his heart onto a wall of the one he loved for all to see. But tonight was not for him, not for his love alone, tonight was as much for himself.

The outlines were easy. It wasn’t until he had to decide on his colour scheme that he felt like standing on hill, not knowing if he painted for a love still alive or for the dead. The amber of the entrance hall would forever be ingrained into his mind. But tonight was not a night for replica. His burning heart kept whispering to him of a future without a why and a how, so as his hands followed the chords of the guitar honey turned to scarlett, flaxen became crimson, his strokes caressing the canvas while Sander felt he kept on tossing coins into the wishing well. What he painted that night was not only a recollection of the truest words he had ever spoken but an acknowledgment of him never being the same since Robbe had cried out for him. It was not only a painting of the two of them.

It was the image of his identity, broad strokes of contrasting colours, rust against indigo, vermillion next to sapphire, but for the first time in his life, it was his own face that owned the colours of light in the painting, showing him off as he truly was, the wild child. Take it or leave it.

[Disclaimer: I use the word ‘gypsy’ in this extract. I know that it is now deemed an inappropriate word, but here it is only meant as a tribute to Annisette of The Savage Rose who has said about herself: “I am the voice of a gypsy that no one wants to hear.”]

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American Hotel (1855) http://menus.nypl.org/menus/24726