#Chip Young

[derpwithit]

Fiddlestan but vampire and werewolf!

[dearyallfrommatt]

“Guitar Man/What I’d Say”

This was written by Jerry Reed and hit 53 Hot Country Singles in 1967. One of the people who heard it was Elvis who decided to cut it, obviously feeling a kinship with the wandering guitar picker in the song. At the time, he was putting together songs for his movie Clambake and did some sessions in Nashville. Along with Nashville heavies like Chip Young, Charlie McCoy, and Floyd Cramer were the surviving members of Elvi’s first combo, Scotty Moore and D.J. Fontana.

Unfortunately, they just couldn’t nail the groove Elvis wanted and so he gave the royal decree, “Get me that redneck picker who’s on the original tune.” The way Jerry Reed tells it, he was fishing way out in the South Georgia swamps when he got the word and made it to Nashville in 45 minutes. I’m sure he exaggerates but the combination was dynamite.

This song has been called one of pure joy as the band spins off into a little of Ray Charles’s classic “What I’d Say” just for the hell of it. And dammit, they kept playing, busting out a ripping rendition of Jimmy Reed’s “Big Boss Man” and another one Reed seems to have written just this session, the appropriately titled “U.S. Male.”

Unfortunately, that’s all they got down. As we said earlier, Elvis was putting together songs for another one of those usually forgettable soundtracks to his equally forgettable movies. However, he was upset that his “Hollywood Era” meant an entire generation of popular music passed him by. So for Clambake, he went back to the country and blues he grew up on while telling his music publisher to look for songs like that.

And that’s where shit happens. A guy named Freddy Bienstock worked for Hill & Range Music Publishing. Music publishers make sure the proper people get paid for a song, including performers, songwriters, and just general people who own a piece of a song. Bienstock liked to brag that for the first 12 years of his career, Elvis never looked at a song unless it was cleared by him.

Elvis didn’t write his stuff and Bienstock didn’t like rock & roll, but he’s the guy who brought Otis Blackwell, Doc Pomus, and Leiber & Stoller to Elvis and that’s a promising start. However, everyone got lazy with the soundtracks because, like the movies, they were guaranteed money-makers regardless of quality. So why not dangle a spot on an Elvis Presley album to a young and hungry songwriter who’s willing to give the nice music publisher a huge percentage for giving this chance.

That’s the music business, folks. However, as the decade wore on and the soundtracks started selling less - and songwriting, in general, was getting more respect in the hep world - fewer songwriters would give up that extra dosh. One of those songwriters was Jerry Reed, who had already established himself as a successful songwriter and session musician in Nashville. This did wind up making him a star but Jerry told Bienstock to take a hike regardless.

Elvis left the business to the businessmen (and they screwed him over for trusting them) and it sort of ruined the overall vibe. “Guitar Man” was a Billboard Country chart topper and hit 43 on the pop charts. Clambake continued the downward slide of the soundtracks, just squeaking out a Top 40 and selling barely 200,000 copies. He had two more to do before the ‘68 NBC comeback special that revitalized his career.

But that’s a whole ‘nother story.

[mitjalovse]

Are some musicians really that bad at making the long play records? No, I don't think this might be the answer, I would claim some just didn't see the use of them. For instance, Elvis did release a lot of albums, but many of them are just a couple of hits and some filler put together. Still, we shouldn't see this as something bad, we must understand the context – Mr. Presley had a set of different priorities, he wasn't Sinatra with his song cycles, but I believe he would've been open to something like that, had he lived. Moreover, the ramshackle feeling of his platters does cause us to miss a multitude of gems, including the one on the link. Yes, that might be the biggest tragedy of those players who didn't put much effort into their LPs, some of their great tunes became ignored.

[whoisspence]

excuse me i'll just leave this here while i go scream into my pillow

[lilskeeter]

Matthew Lillard as Chip Sutphin in Serial Mom, 1994.

[chiptrillino]

may i request 59 for the wip game <3

(ID in ALT text) 2023 was truly the year of chest out zuko for me hu... you know i never forgot howl's moving castle au. i went all out. it has even JEE!!! but for some reason i always got to selfconcious to post? 2023 is a bizzare year thinking back...

[owlcracker]

neil n chip art dump plus a neil draw by @secretly-an-alien-oops xp

[olsenmyolsen]

softly dusting crumbs from their cheeks when eating

R doing that to Kate after Kate's demolished the plate of cookies that R baked for her.

Chocolate Chip Cookies!

maroon master list . dark master list . request marvel master list . short n’ sweet master list

Post: Hawkeye / The Marvels (Female Reader X Kate Bishop)

Summary: You and Kate talk while baking.

Word Count: 1.4K

Content: Fluff, Comfort, Feelings

Being the only one on the new team to use the kitchen properly had pros and cons.

Pro: You could make whatever you wanted.

Con: You had to do the dishes after you made your fabulous meals and desserts.

Pro: It made everyone like and appreciate you more!

Con: People then loved to "subtly" drop hints about what they wanted you to make.

Regardless, you still loved to bake and be one with the kitchen, as America Chavez loved to point out!

"Whatcha making?" Kamala asked as she wandered through the kitchen in her pajamas without even looking up from her phone. You glanced up at the sound of her voice before looking at the clock on the microwave, confused. It was 4:13 pm.

Had she crashed at the YA Building??

You tilted your head and continued placing chocolate chip cookie dough balls onto a tray as the oven preheated. "Kamala, did you go to class today?" You asked, knowing how much being the hero of New Jersey affected Kamala's college studies. "Dude, it's Saturday," Kamala said without lifting her eyes from her phone.

You couldn't tell if she was playing a game or texting Bruno about how she needed him to hack into something or other. Either way, you shook your head. "Kamala, it's Friday." You knew precisely what day it was because... Oh man, what was the saying in Germany?

It's Strawberry Week.

Kamla lifted her head. "What?!" She said, eyeing you before looking at her phone. Her mouth dropped open as she scrambled up off the couch. "Oh my god!" She yelled. "I have a paper to turn in!"

And just like that, Kamala was gone.

"Okay." You said to yourself as you removed your gloves and threw them away before moving some dirty dishes into the sink to wash later.

"Oh, cool cookie dough!" The voice of your friend America startled you and made you jump. "Oh fuck!" You yelled as you caught your breath and swung around to view America with her eyes above the remaining cookie dough.

"Can I have?" She only used those three words to ask. You shook your head. "No, America, you'll get sick!" You replied, knowing how America loves to eat.

Dimensional jumping was tiring and made her a bottomless pit.

"Oh, come on, just one lick of the spoon?!" Your friend whined as she followed you to the sink with the bowl of the leftover cookie dough. You sighed. The younger woman would just pester you anyway. "Fine. Just one." You gave her the spoon, and before you could say anything else, she opened a portal and was gone.

You could hear a pin drop.

"That was my favorite wooden spoon..." You whispered as you were now alone in the kitchen. Luckily, the oven had your back and broke you out of your solemn thoughts by beeping to let you know it was now fully heated for cookies. Slowly, you walked over to the tray of cookies and popped them into the oven.

"Okay, we'll check them in about 12 minutes." You said as you spoke to yourself after setting an alarm on your phone and then opening Spotify. Being left alone with your thoughts for too long was hazardous, so why not listen to your favorites while washing some dishes?

About halfway through singing and swaying to a certain pop star's lyrics, you heard the sounds of a golden retriever. You looked up and over in surprise to see Lucky as he barreled towards you. "Pizza Dog!" You shouted with glee as you threw off the soapy gloves and bent down to get kissed attack by the canine after stopping your music.

However, as much as you loved Lucky, you would have to say his owner tops that.

She could top you, too, but that would require being vocal and honest about your crush on Kate Bishop.

So you'll settle for dog kisses.

"Pizza Dog!" Kate exclaimed as she ran into the kitchen from around the corner, dropping her bow and quiver of arrows in the hallway. "Kate, he's fine!" You reassure your friend and fellow teammate as she runs to where you and her pet are on the hardwood floor.

She squats beside you and laughs as Lucky doesn't stop showing you how happy he is to see you.

"Dman, I don't even think I get this much love." You laugh at Kate's claim. "Please, I think he smells the cookie dough on me." Kate makes an "ah" sound and rises up to look at the pile of dishes you were working on. You follow her up.

"Where's your cookie spoon?" Kate asks after seeing it missing. You sighed. "With America. She did her portal thing, so who knows where she and the spoon are." Kate nodded her head and did her best not to let the smile creep on her face.

But she failed as she looked at you.

You and Kate both knew getting sad over a wooden spoon was silly, but seeing how glum you were about it made Kate want to laugh.

Coming from a good place, of course.

"Well, do you need any help?" Kate asked as she went to wash her hands. You shook your head. "No. I got it taken care of." You lifted up your phone. "Thank you, though." You smiled at Kate and averted your eyes before you were caught staring at her striking beauty.

Thank goodness she didn't have any bandages on her face.

Those made you borderline feral.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to be a taste tester," Kate said, bumping shoulders with you after looking you up and down. You started washing your hands and laughed with a slight blush on your cheeks. "Fine by me."

Any reason to be with Kate was good enough for you.

"So, what was your latest mission?" You asked as Pizza Dog went off into another room, and Kate sat at the kitchen bar. Kate looked over your face and smiled as she thought about it. "Stakeout. I was watching some wannabe mafia group. It was boring. I spent most of my time doodling."

"Oh, I have to see those pieces of art!" You said it as a joke, but deep down, you were dead serious. Kate laughed and made a note to show you sometime in the future while she started to play with her fingers. Kate tried to play it cool, but being around you made her nervous. Not because you were scary or anything but because Kate liked you.

Like really liked you!

"So, which cookies did you make today?" Kate said as you finished the dirty dishes and washed your hands. "Chocolate Chip." You replied with a smile back at the archer.

Chocolate Chips weren't Kate's favorite, yet she said: "My favorite!" and lifted her cheeks as you looked happy.

Over the course of the next few minutes, you and Kate talked about anything that came to your mind. Whether it was TikTok trends, gossip about the Old Avengers, or what to do with the upcoming holidays.

Whether you would go with Kate or not to the Barton's farm.

The answer was still in the air as silence surrounded you two until Kate broke it by looking you up and down as you glanced at your phone. "Hey..." Kate started after clearing her throat. You looked towards her. Kate took that as a sign to continue. "So I've been thinking..." Kate's voice wavered as she did her best to be brave. "And I don't know if this is dumb or if I maybe have read it wrong, but..."

You were fully engaged in whatever Kate had to say, but your 12-minute timer for the cookies went off, interrupting Kate. You gave Kate an apologetic smile, who nodded that it was okay as you turned to the oven and pulled out the tray of cookies with your bare hands.

It helped that one of your powers was no pain.

You looked the cookies over and ensured they were baked enough to cool down. When satisfied, you turned off the oven and went back to Kate.

"So you were saying?" You smiled and gave her your full attention. Kate blushed and opened her mouth.

Chocolate Chip cookies ended up being Kate's favorite after that day.

And you couldn't help but laugh at your girlfriend's face as you softly brushed her cheeks after she demolished the plate of cookies you made.

They were for everybody, but after that day, Kate got the first pick for everything.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[saneagain]

johnny simmons turns thirty-eight years old today! happy birthday <3

[chiprewington]

i like the little doodles where the saw quirks up so you know hes got THE shit eating grin of all time i think its hilarious

I'M GLAD YOU CAUGHT ON this is legally the only way i will ever draw chip with a "mouth" of any kind. exclusively frat chip will get it

(please understand he tried this and then had to go to the fraternity mechanic because his stomach is, in fact, not flat and bits of egg leaked inside his shell)

[20belowveins]

Johnny Simmons 😈😈😈😈😈

[mondlevan]

looking for alaska headers

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twt: @szamofada

[dykedvonte]

You wanna talk about House and Benny? Let’s talk about House and Benny. Let’s talk about how House says he saw Benny as a son figure ans a rightful successor to the strip. Let’s talk about how Benny was so charmed by House’s offer that he literally killed a man to get the position to agree to it. Let’s talk about how House was intentionally priming Benny and regrets not doing better, not for the wasted time but of Benny’s wasted potential, how it was misplaced. Let’s talk about how Benny didn’t question House’s leadership until the guy started going radio silent. Let’s talk about House and Benny:

[isthatacalzone]

you had to be there but when I say Dónal Finn's performance of If It's True this afternoon was the most powerful fucking version of that I've ever goddamn heard I need you to believe me

[goodmorningchips]

Duncan with silly filter.

[thief-of-eggs]

I love Bart solely for how unhinged he is. Like- friend is pissing you off? Immediately imagine them going through a wood-chipper. He’s so real for this