#April 1994

[jonathanbrandisarchive]

jonathan brandis: can you love him as a bad boy? here's jonathan trying to get the hang of being a cartoon voice without banging his head on the microphones.

[runwayvixen]

VOGUE ITALIA April 1994

'Barbie'

Model: Nadja Auermann

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Jeff Buckley

Dave Simpson, Melody Maker, 9 April 1994

DESPITE WHAT WE read in the live pages, many gigs these days are sterile, perfunctory affairs. Bands arrive, playing the roles they're comfortable with and the music that suits a career, and we applaud wildly out of numb obligation – maybe because we've forgotten what it feels like to be astonished. Go see Jeff Buckley, however, and the chances are you'll be left staggered, awestruck and drained by electrifying flashes of guitar virtuosity and his amazing, heart-wrenching Voice. 

You won't have felt so purified in years.

"I feel it and wanna go there," says Buckley of his refreshing intuitive, spontaneous vocal style.

"Every feeling has an articulation. You know when you get drunk or you try Ecstasy for the first time, and all your secrets come tumbling out? That's what it's like every night.

"Sometimes people will fucking hate it and walk out but I still feel... connected. I just sing what I feel. Emotions are very hard for people to handle. The Greeks made up gods and goddesses around their emotions, and gave their names and faces and had relationships with them. We don't have that, we have therapy. Which ain't bad. I love therapy. But generally people think they're just meat and that emotions visit on them like in-laws. I've never felt like that."

Jeff is the son of Tim Buckley, who confronted audiences with a similar spiritual barrage in the '60s/early '70s and died in 1975. Jeff met him only once, and hasn't come to terms with the rejection. Ask him about his dad and the best you'll get is an ambivalent shrug, and the insistence that his childhood with his musical mother and mechanic stepfather is much more important. Ask him about politics, poverty, Dylan or Duke Ellington and he'll talk you into the floor. Somehow, conversation always comes back to music.

"I write mostly personal poetry," he urges. "From dreams, or sometimes I'll wake up in love."

Does Jeff Buckley ever feel that some weird trick of destiny or genetics has cast him in a similar role to that of his father, some 25 years before?

"No," he spits instantly. "I get it from my mother."

© Dave Simpson, 1994

images: Matt Bright

[yetanothercomicbook]

Death Hunt

Death Metal #4

Enjoyable and satisfying.

"You just gave me a reason to go on living!"

So much to enjoy here: The script's use of the Mys-TECH characters, the planet's clueless inhabitants, DM's renewed interest in living, etc. Also, the final destination of the bomb was hilarious. Really made me laugh. Fun storytelling from cover to cover.

The final page left me primed. I could totally read a DEATH METAL ongoing series. (Even if Bareknuckles reminds me to much of Killpower.)

Simon Furman (4 of 4).

John Royle (4 of 4).

9/10

[havithreatendub4]

(Model Cindy Crawford was on the cover) #April 1994 #interview

*Natalie uploaded these photos for the Zone*

The interview by Dan is excellent!!!

[acquiescest]

[clarabowlover]

So Sad To Hear The Death Of Actress

Shannen Doherty (Born 12th April 1971 - Died 13th July 2024)

[flowersofnaivete]

[kimbapisnotsushi]

happy birthday aran!!! have some inarizaki hcs let's go

back when they first played shiratorizawa aran didn't know what to do bc tendou kept yelling weird shit at him and aran was, quite honestly, frightened for his life

tendou: "watch this i'm going to intimidate their ace so hard he won't be able to play properly and we'll win!" semi: "okay, what are you going to - " tendou, putting his hands around his mouth for the whole stadium to hear: "HEY NUMBER EIGHT, GET READY FOR ME TO PISS IN YOUR PANTS" semi: "dude what the fuck"

the twins are SO ready to fight and they probably would have if kita hadn't stepped in

kita didn't even have to do much he just stared down tendou with all the energy of "your most respected/favorite teacher is disappointed in you and you're going to cry bc of it" and tendou backed off

(for all of five minutes. then he started dumping on akagi but akagi gives what he gets so what the hell, kita let it slide)

this might be considered bad sportmanship tbh but it's funny as fuck so whatever

LMAO WAIT SORRY LOSING MY SHIT AT THE THOUGHT OF SHIRABU AND ATSUMU ON THE COURT AT THE SAME TIME THE IMPLICATIONS ARE SO FUCKED OH MY GOD

okay sorry back to the normal schedule

i think bc aran's the ace and court captain people try to follow his lead at school or ask him to make the final decision on things and such and he HATES it. it's soooooo much pressure and he really doesn't want to disappoint anyone!!

like no he does NOT want to be the tiebreaker for what their class should do during the school festival he just wants to walk around and eat a crepe. no he does NOT want to choose what paint color looks best for remodeling the garden fence why the fuck are you even asking him he's part of the volleyball club!!!! he always texts kita for help when this happens LMAO

and even if he DOES mess up the other students are always like, "ah, of course ojiro-san would do that!! he totally did that on purpose!! of course it's because [insert farfetched excuse here]!! why didn't we think of that either!!!"

if anyone's ever seen or read handa-kun (light-hearted prequel/spin-off to barakamon <33) it's basically that LMAO

kita's surprisingly good at telling scary stories

not just that but he tells normal stories in such a way that most people think he's telling a scary story first and then he says some totally mundane shit like "and that's why we no longer store our towels under the bed" and people are like. damn guess i'm not doing that either!!!

every day suna texts his sister one funny zero-context quote from practice. his sister has collected all of these and set up a twitter account for them.

gin thinks atsumu is going to get his ass kicked for not knowing when to shut the fuck up. atsumu thinks he's going to get his ass kicked because osamu paid someone to do it

osamu insists he wouldn't tho bc then he'd just do it himself for free

akagi, aran, and kita tease oomimi for being younger than them and make a running joke of ruffling his hair like a little kid which oomimi actually finds really comforting bc people usually shy away from being tactile with him. like guys come on oomimi is a sweetheart i love him so much

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Cannibal Corpse - An Experiment In Homicide

[lemuel-apologist]

Vis a vis the age of accountability and begging God to kill you before your eighth birthday so you remain sinless:

There is a doctrinal basis for the idea that children are sinless until the age of eight. It's the reason Mormons don't do infant baptism and consider it a mockery toward God; and it's the reason eight is the age at which a non-convert baptism is set.

Take, for example, this quote:

(The Special Status of Children, April 1994)

See also D&C 137:10, below:

These ideas did not come from nowhere. Rather, they were written in the baseline doctrine of the Book of Mormon and Doctrine & Covenants, expanded on in supplemental doctrine like the above-referenced talk, and passed down to us in those years prior to the age of eight.

[theditchlillies]

Kurt Donald Cobain // m. 5 April 1994 // by Les Guzman

"Spin magazine contacted us with an assignment to photograph Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love. The shoot would take place in their Los Angeles home and would include their newborn daughter Frances Bean. We can't recall having any conversations with Spin prior to the shoot but, recognizing the intense scrutiny that had been swirling about them at that time, we knew we would be photographing them not so much as two famous musicians but as a family." - Les Guzman // 5 April 2024

Source: IG @ lesguzman

[sweetdreamsjeff]

A Son's Star Trip: Jeff Buckley: Borderline, London

Keith Cameron, New Musical Express, 2 April 1994

"I NEED A Guinness," murmurs Jeff Buckley, after completing one of his many audacious sorties on the collective heartstring this evening. "And I really mean that." One further outbreak of massed nail-chomping later, a glass of the black gold is dutifully placed at Jeff's feet.

Though he might not quite have the audience eating out of his hands, to be drinking out of their pockets — especially at West End prices — is a considerable feat nonetheless. The only surprise is that Jeff Buckley didn't just spirit the stuff out of the barrel, into the glass and onto the stage himself. For in virtually every other department, the Son Of Tim serves warning that the deified status his father achieved in death already belongs to him in this vividly alive life.

Perhaps the ultimate confirmation of Buckley Jr's talent is that relatively soon people will have given up talking about him in reference to pater. Without doubt, the voices share many qualities, chiefly the angel wings that lend their flights through all manner of octaval impropriety a quite effortless ease. Yet while Tim had that ghostly quaver hinting at the darkness to come even in his earliest work, Jeff's is a far more streetwise instrument; gorgeous, exquisitely expressive, but definitely of this world.

That said, his opening gambit tonight would have done dad proud: two minutes or so of unaccompanied free-form moaning that wrench the palms immediately into perspiration overdrive. Has this hippy got his shit together, we wonder, as visions of all those hours never spent in jazz cellars marvelling at the sheer self-indulgence of the human larynx fog the brain. But for the remainder of this session, at least, Jeff plays it straight, allowing us to marvel at the sheer drama wrought by one man, his electric guitar and a bunch of hymnal treatises on people's seemingly endless potential for f—ing up.

A scruffy-smart troubadour in the classic freewheelin' mould, the marketing department must have freaked when Jeff B appeared on its agenda. His blend of West Coast idealism and East Side hard-knocks suss lends the humanist polemic of 'Eternal Life' ("There's no time for hatred/Only questions") genuine pathos light years removed from the genre's usual trite platitudes. And when the boy picks up Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah' and wrings out every last sob, you're at a loss to fathom such wisdom from such tender years.

That Guinness goes down in one, too. Pure genius would appear to get it just about right.

[perfunctory-idols]

Beck opening for Evel Knievel at the Grand in New York, New York on April 1, 1994

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I must say, it's pretty poetic that I've gotten to season 6 of Vampire Diaries right before another solar eclipse happens in America. I certainly didn't plan it, but it does feel like my timing is very appropriate with this one. I do have questions about the accuracy of the eclipse portrayal in the show, though. I mean, a solar eclipse did in fact happen on May 10, 1994, and it was visible across much of the country, so that much is accurate. But I don't think Mystic Falls would've had quite as good of a view as they show it having. For reference, here's a map of the May 1994 eclipse path (credit: timeanddate.com):

And, if you'll remember, Mystic Falls is like two hours from my old hometown just a stone's throw north of Lynchburg, Virginia, as seen on the locator spell map (this one's all over tumblr, forgive me for not remembering what blog I grabbed it from):

So if you zoom in on the timeanddate map and pick somewhere closeish to there:

It looks like Mystic Falls would be getting a little over 77% coverage or so. It's also worth noting that the '94 eclipse was an annular eclipse, not a total eclipse like tomorrow's eclipse. That still means that the moon went directly in front of the sun, but it does mean that it was small enough/far enough from earth that you didn't quite get full coverage of the sun (thanks to weather.gov for the nifty graphic):

So, I'm not positive whether it would've looked quite as dark as was shown in the show:

Although, I must admit, in this video I found on youtube of the '94 eclipse, (part of me is shocked to find footage from then but I know I shouldn't be like yes they had cameras in the 90s) it actually looks more similar than I expected it to look, but I imagine it was most likely filmed within the path of totality:

But also, when Kai takes Bonnie to Portland, don't they see the eclipse again there? I couldn't find that clip on youtube just now, but Portland barely had any eclipse--only 42-43% coverage, so it would've been way milder of a visual effect, barely any dimming in the sky noticeable without eclipse glasses.

The funny thing is, the area where I live is going to be sitting right around 80% coverage tomorrow. I was lucky enough to get to travel to Missouri for the 2017 eclipse to get into the path of totality, but I'm afraid that it hasn't worked out for me to do so this year, which is immensely disappointing to me as an astronomy enjoyer, but I do still plan to go to an eclipse party and I'm going to start saving to try and get to Spain for the next total eclipse in 2026, which is going to be right around my 30th birthday (screaming). Anyways, it isn't great, but here's my best picture from the '17 eclipse:

I didn't even have a smartphone yet then, because despite it being 2017, I was somewhat of a luddite, so I had the purple flip phone I so stubbornly clung to and a point-and-click Nikon, but I still think this picture is pretty cool for what it is. Here's the zoom in so you can really see that ring of fire (and my shaking hands doubling the image):

Obviously you can find thousands of better eclipse pictures online, but that one's still special to me because it's mine. Anyways, I'll report back with smart phone pictures from whatever I see of the 80% total eclipse tomorrow to compare and contrast with Mystic Falls's 70% annular eclipse of the 90s, because from what I've heard it's going to be much less impressive than full totality was, but I've yet to watch a partial solar eclipse, so I'll just have to find out. Also, if you happen to have any vampiric loved ones trapped in a magical prison dimension who you need help freeing during the eclipse tomorrow, let me know and I'll see what I can do! ;) Hahaha. Anyways, happy eclipse everyone, and may we all possess sufficient self restraint to avoid eye damage (says the woman who has looked at the sun unprotected so many times and is probably going to go blind because of it some day. I know what I've done lol. Don't be me.)

[minervavasa]

30 years.

I was 11.

No one paid enough attention to 11 year old me to monitor my media consumption, so I'd been listening for a few of years by this point.

I heard the news break on the radio.

My first trip down this particular nightmare of a path.

11 year old me was already a container brimming with repressed anger. Fury. The rage sadness, and grief of a neglected child.

Kurt was the first to give me a voice i identified with.

To give my feelings names and outlets and expression.

The Adult Contemporary and Soft Rock my parents played in the car was not this.

Guitar riffs and lyrics filled my world with color for the first time.

And this day 30 years ago was also the first time i watched my fragile little world shatter.

I think of Kurt often. How much of what i love now has its roots with him.

The flowers of now were planted by you, Kurt.

Thank you.