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octuscle · 1 year ago

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Hey support

So I decided to go to my first fetish event at a club next weekend, but being a shy always in my own head kinda guy I was a little anxious about the whole thing. So I thought, I might find some temporary presets or changes on Chronivac to last for the night to get me out of my own head and make me feel more at home with being at the event.

I think I messed something up though, cause although the changes are suppose to be temporary and only for the day/night of the event, I can’t put my finger on it, but things seem to be changing in my daily life right now, over a week before the big day.

It's Sunday morning. According to your memory, you had a quiet Saturday evening on the sofa. Chips, Netflix, a bit of wanking. A perfectly normal Saturday evening. But why the hell do you have this hangover? And the apartment smells of beer and cigar smoke. Full ashtrays in the kitchen. Empty whiskey glasses. Full condoms on the floor. A few jockstraps. Empty poppers bottles. What was going on here yesterday. And where did that hairy, snoring fellow on your sofa come from?

It's 6pm when you finally get rid of the fellow (hottest Sunday morning sex ever), you've tidied up and cleaned. Now you feel like a cigar. But not at home anymore. You've just got rid of the smell to some extent. But now you need a whiskey and a cigar.

You actually thought that the stranger on the sofa owned the biker boots and the leather jacket at the coat check. But he left your apartment wearing just one of the jockstraps from the kitchen floor and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. But now you're standing in front of your hallway mirror with one of the jockstraps, a 501, a white T-shirt that doesn't fit at all badly, the boots and the leather jacket. And you like what you see. There are cigars in the leather jacket. And as if remote-controlled, you walk through the evening streets until you find yourself standing in front of an inconspicuous door in the basement of a side street. You ring the bell. The doorman greets you with a fist bump and says it's good to see you back. Your regular seat at the bar is free. Your whiskey and ashtray are ready before you can even take a seat. You like Sunday evenings here. No curious tourists. No hustle and bustle. Real men who want their peace and quiet. And maybe a quick fuck. The fellow who disappears into the toilet had clearly made eye contact with you beforehand. You follow him…

Monday morning. Shit, you could have stayed in bed for another hour. But you have to look good at the weekend. And you have to go to the gym before work. And you're still wearing the urine-yellow and cum-encrusted jockstrap from yesterday. Your cock never gets limp when you wear it. Your PA shines through the stretched fabric. Fuck, you're so horny that you have to jerk off in the shower. And with every movement, your PA gets a little thicker. And your circumcised foreskin comes back. As you stuff your sweaty clothes into your gym bag and put on your suit, you think wistfully of your leather jacket. You miss the smell of masculinity in your work clothes… And the creak of leather.

On Tuesday after work, you get changed and go to your favorite barbershop. Hair radically short, beard in shape. On the Friday before the party, you only need to have the contours corrected once. You're actually always here twice a week. Great atmosphere. You're not the only man sitting in the styling chair in leather jeans. And with a cigar and a glass of whiskey, it's almost like being in your favorite bar. And once you've changed your clothes and had your hair done, you can see what's going on in the bar. As you might expect, not much. But Hendrik, the Danish barman, plays with your nipple piercings. And just before you leave, there's a submissive skinhead who first serves as your urinal and then gives you a blowjob. Good evening!

Yesterday was a normal day at the gym, but on Thursday you realize that the big fetish events are in town this weekend. There are more men than usual at the weights in the morning. And the men are bigger, more muscular and hairier than usual. It smells of sweat and musk. The air is full of testosterone. Damn, there's more than one ass you'd like to fuck. And a number of fellows obviously wouldn't be averse either. But you won't cum until tomorrow night. You want maximum pressure on your balls. You spend the evening with leather waxes, brushes and polishing cloths. Boots, pants, jackets, shirts, harnesses… There's a hell of a lot of black leather to polish to a high shine. Your new fullsleave has healed perfectly. The new sling is hanging, the St. Andrew's cross is fitted and tomorrow morning you'll swap the cotton sheets for black leather. You are a neat freak. But planning and preparation is everything!

Today is Friday, so you can wear leather trousers to the office. The dirty jockstrap and cock ring underneath. The white button-down shirt will be changed quickly later. You don't want to waste any time.

You change in the barbershop to the cheers of the other customers. Zac takes the opportunity to trim the fur on your chest. There are already long queues outside the club. You don't care. You just walk through to the entrance. You greet the doorman with a handshake and a French kiss. He returns the favor by grabbing your bulge. Fuck, your balls are about to burst. The party can start.

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#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #leather tf

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phoebenpiperx · 5 days ago

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Do you find singing in choirs a transformative experience, especially at Christmas? I do, which is why I wrote this.

[Note: it's an excerpt from an HSMTMTS Xmas fic I wrote a few years ago, but you don't need to know the show to read the scene.]

Carlos sighed. He couldn’t believe he was here. The audience was no place for Carlos Rodriguez. But Seb had begged, and Carlos knew that doing things you didn’t want to do, things outside your comfort zone, were all part of being a good boyfriend.

But the whole idea of this evening was just wrong. Music was life. Music was for dancing, for expressing yourself through movement. Music wasn’t for standing still on a set of risers.

And it certainly wasn’t for sitting in a barely-upholstered seat for several hours.

And looking at the program, it was definitely going to be that long. Carlos couldn’t believe how many choirs there were at East High—who knew?!

He flipped to the back of the program and started looking for Seb’s name. There it was, under concert choir...and chamber choir...and men’s barbershop...and swing choir! Seb had warned him that the choreo from swing choir would not be up to Carlos’s standards—“Please don’t judge...or at least judge quietly!”—so Carlos was ready to hold his laughter till the end of the performance...if he even stayed till then.

The lights finally dimmed, and an emcee came onstage.

“Ladies and Gentleman,” she began rather non-inclusively, “welcome to our annual holiday choir concert. Please silence your phones and join us for some holiday cheer.”

Even the emcee didn’t sound very enthusiastic, which made sense as two rows of red-robed students stoically entered the stage from both sides and started slowly filling the risers. Carlos craned his neck, trying to see his boyfriend, but Seb was one of the last to come out, standing near the center of the front row. Carlos noticed Seb scanning the audience, and Carlos sat up a little higher in his seat so that he could be seen.

However, Seb’s gaze went right past Carlos and instead continued to the middle of the audience, where Carlos now saw a sea of blond heads. Carlos had briefly met Seb’s large and amazingly supportive family after HSM, so he wasn’t surprised to spot several rows of them in this audience. Seb had even suggested that Carlos could sit with his family during tonight’s concert, but TBH, Carlos had wanted to come alone so that, if he got too bored, he could quietly sneak out the side door. But now he was regretting that decision because he was certain Seb would never spot him by himself in the back of the crowded auditorium.

The conductor walked onstage, and the audience started to applaud. Not a usual attendee of such events, Carlos was slow to join in and realized that he was going to have to take his cues from those around him in order to be a good audience member.

The conductor raised his arms and the large choir suddenly began to sing, starting with the sopranos and slowly building layer upon later. Unlike their drama club performances, these singers weren’t mic’d, yet the wall of sound reverberated throughout the entire theatre such that Carlos could actually feel the vibrations as the basses droned their perpetual “ding dong.”

And while nearly a hundred performers were on the stage, Carlos couldn’t take his eyes off of Seb. The boy was not just singing; he was performing.

But he wasn’t performing as a character. He wasn’t Sharpay, belting out “Stick to the Status Quo.” He was Seb—pure, sweet, joyful Seb—singing his little heart out.

Carlos was so mesmerized, he almost forgot to clap after the first piece, eliciting glares from the older couple sitting next to him.

The next song was an uptempo Hanukkah number, and the lyrics about latkes and donuts made Carlos’s stomach growl. It wasn’t until the third song, a quiet piece in Japanese accompanied by the piano, that Seb finally spotted Carlos. The blond boy’s eyes bugged when their eyes met, and his smile grew noticeably wider. Carlos couldn’t help but smile back, suddenly glad that he wasn’t sitting with Seb’s family because he could be certain that the boy’s smile was just for him.

From then on, Seb would periodically look directly at him during certain songs. There was the eye roll before the barbershop rendition of “The Chipmunk Song,” the happy grin during “Barnyard Christmas,” and the shy smile before “Meet Me Under the Mistletoe.” And Carlos could’ve sworn that the boy flashed him an admonishing look before the swing choir burst into their cheesy choreography to “Feliz Navidad.”

The concert seemed to fly by, and soon the small chamber choir was onstage, dressed all in black. Carlos recognized the Seb’s bow tie and couldn’t help but smile, remembering Homecoming, when they’d first danced together as a couple. Carlos never would’ve guessed that, two months later, he’d be sitting in an audience watching the boy sing!

As the applause died down after the acapella version of “Greensleeves,” Seb stepped forward. Carlos didn’t have to glance at the program to realize “Ríu Ríu Chíu” was up next. Seb had asked for Carlos’s help on learning the Spanish lyrics, insisting he “didn’t want to sound like a gringo!” Carlos had never heard the song and thought the lyrics about the rabid wolf and the virgin ewe were a little weird, but he was determined to keep a smile on his face throughout, just in case Seb looked his way.

The boy did, in fact, flash him a quick smile before he opened his mouth...and heaven came out!

Seb had sounded great as Sharpay, and Carlos had enjoyed singing Christmas songs with him last week in the bomb shelter. But this was different. This was GLORIOUS! Seb was truly an angel of music...and not in the creepy Phantom of the Opera way! His beautiful voice filled the auditorium effortlessly, sending shivers down Carlos’s spine.

After a few solo lines, the rest of the small ensemble came in, interweaving several different melodies into a rich musical tapestry. Seb’s voice blended perfectly into the layered harmonies, but Carlos could swear he could still hear the boy’s ethereal tones.

The first chorus over, Seb once again sang a verse by himself, and Carlos was enthralled. It were as if Seb were both the rabid wolf and the virgin ewe rolled into one—strong and pure, formidable but radiant. Carlos was so captivated, he almost didn’t notice when the other singers joined in for each chorus, their voices intertwining with Seb’s powerful tenor.

“Pues que ya tenemos lo que deseamos,” Seb’s clear tenor voice rang out.

Carlos nodded to himself, realizing he definitely already had what HE desired.

He had the most amazing, talented, beautiful boy in the entire school. And Carlos couldn’t have been prouder.

As the song ended, Seb gave a modest smile and a slight bow to the audience. But before returning to his place in the ensemble, he quickly flashed Carlos a cocky look and the ever-so-slightest flip of his head.

Carlos couldn’t help but laugh. The performance may been pure Seb, but that grin had been classic Sharpay.

And Carlos couldn’t wait to reward them both the instant the concert was over.

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#singing is a transformative experience #christmas choir #singing #choir #hsmtmts fanfic #hsmtmts #seb matthew smith #seblos

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l-eternity-l · 2 years ago

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-Loving You

summary. - when a young lady has a little bit too much to drink, a certain singer comes to her rescue.

pairing. - Elvis x Black OC

warnings. - age gap, alcohol, creepy dude

word count. - 3k

author's note. - ahhh okay guys this is my first fic. I'm honestly thinking about turning this into a long series because I already have an idea for a few more chapters. The only thing is I don't know what name to give the character so I literally just named her after me, but I really want to change it. I hope you guys enjoy!!! (also feel free to send request!!)

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MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE 1957 The Country Club

MERCEDES clapped her hands together as her brothers finished rehearsing their new hit song.

"You guys sound great," she tells her brothers as people walk onto the little stage at the front of the building, fixing the boy's microphones and retuning instruments.

"We did just as expected" Luther breathed out "everyone was off-key, not to mention Raymond forgot the damn words" he takes a quick sip of his water before handing it to Mercedes.

"Oh, can it Luther!" Raymond speaks up "why don't you focus on whatever the hell you need to do and stay the hell outta my business" Luther sends him a harsh glare.

"This is my business Raymond, fuck it's all of our business. These people pay us to put on a good show".

"Okay, so what!" Raymond becomes more frustrated by the second "all you ever wanna do is please some white man by dancing and singing like a damn fool, you ever realize I don't put effort into this shit because I don't care!" he throws his water onto the ground before storming off the stage. Mercedes sighs.

"Why do you guys always have to do this" before her brother can respond she keeps going "always doin' something right before you have to perform. you know he may not be coming back" Luther shrugs.

As far as everyone was concerned, Luther cared more about the music industry than anyone in the world-- blasting music and putting his all into everything the band did.

He played the instruments, mixed the records, and wrote most of the lyrics. people may say that he takes some things too seriously but Luther never cared--he was going to be a star and no one would hold him back from that. not even his own family.

"As if we need him, if push comes to shove we pull you up here and make Jerome a back up".

"Hey" Jerome yells out "don't punish me for what ray did" Luther just shrugs him off, walking over to his brother Ronnie "Raymond just needs a second to calm down, he’ll come back after he's had a smoke" The boy tries his best to reason with his angry brother.

Jerome and Mercedes were less than a year apart, their parents not being able to wait another second to try for a girl.

Even though he's one of the lead singers, people still tend to forget about him, especially his mother.

Jerome has no interest in being famous--by the time he was born his brother had already started their carer singing outside of their father's barbershop to bring attention to it. Jerome's real dream is to become a pilot --singing is just a small hobby to him.

"I don't know why you ain't performing now Sadie" Ronnie speaks up causing the young girl to roll her eyes and lean up against the stage with her arms crossed.

"Because the women specifically asked for a male quartet. those poor girls have a hard enough time keeping their men from cheating under their own roof, much less outside of it" she picks at the skin around her nails in boredom.

Mercedes has always been the most outspoken of the siblings, the exact opposite of what her mother wants from her. The only one their mother actually likes is Ronnie.

Ronnie is the quiet sibling, he does whatever his mother says--doesn't matter if it's something small as bringing her the TV remote that's right next to her, or big as donating a kidney, Ronnie would do it in a heartbeat.

Even though he does all of this for his mother, it doesn't save him from being called ungrateful and useless--but that's just how things went in the Estelle household.

"If it were up to me you'd replace Raymond right now, he's sloppy and he doesn't care about anything or anyone," Ronnie says fixing his bow tie in the reflection of a mirror.

In the boys' defense, Raymond has been causing issues lately. if he's not showing up to rehearse late then he's off with some girl, it drives their mom crazy, which only causes her to snap at the rest of them.

Raymond wasn't always like this. As a child, he was charming and loved to sing and dance when company came over. it wasn't until his mom and dad started fighting, he came a little devil.

Raymond has gone through more than the other siblings--having to be the one who dealt with their mom and her outburst when dad had got done beating on her. When their dad had just died and their mom left, Raymond was the one to take care of everyone.

After all these years, Raymond's care for anyone but himself faded, and so did his relationship with his family.

"You know mama wouldn't let that happen. He has a great voice, he just doesn't like to perform. Thinks it's silly" Mercedes reminds her brother "besides, he's just angry because it's gettin' late and he ain't had dinner yet".

"Well, he needs to get over it because people are gonna start showin' up soon. We've only got a few minutes of rehearsal time left" the girl pushes off of the stage.

"I'll go try and find him, you guys just keep practicing".

...

Mercedes wanders around the expensive country club in an attempt to find her oldest brother.

After what felt like hours but was only a couple of minutes, she found him leaning against their car with a freshly lit cigarette between his lips.

"I ain't goin' back in there" Raymond starts before his sister even gets the chance to speak "I ain't gonna make a fool of myself for all of those people. singin' bout love and rainbows and girls all while swayin' back and forth and dancin'".

He takes a long drag of smoke before continuing "I'm gonna quit and tell momma to go get somebody else to do it. I ain't doin' this shit no more!".

"Are you done," Mercedes ask, unamused by his outburst "because you have a show to do and all of your brothers are waiting on you to stop throwing yourself a pity party" he shakes his head.

"You're just as bad as the rest of them Sadie. if you think doing dumb shit like this is what's gonna help us be famous then you go and do it. I know father wouldn't have wanted this for us, he wanted us to be stars, not clowns" he take another long drag "and I ain't gonna be a clown no more".

"I don't care what you wanna do or what you don't wanna do, it's about what you gotta do. Fathers gone and Mommas crazy, we gotta make ends meet somehow" the boy tosses his cigarette on the ground and crushes it with his heel.

"I can't keep on doin' this stuff Sadie. I wanna be able to do what I want with my life, not what momma wants." Much as Mercedes wanted to tell her brother he could do that, she also didn't want to lie to him.

"Look I don't like the way momma does stuff around here either, but as long as we live under her roof, we have to do what she says." he runs his hand through his thick hair "We need you ray" she places his hand on his arm "Only for a few more years, then we can stop doing shows and just make music" he lets out a long sigh.

"Let's just head back," he slides his hands in his pockets and starts to walk away from the car, Mercedes next to him "Mamas gonna be here in a few minutes and if I'm not there she'll just take it out on y'all".

"See now you're using your brain" his large hand forcefully shoves her away from him "Oww, what the hell-".

"Go find somethin' to do while we rehearse, you look like you wanna put a pistol in your mouth just sitting there".

If Mercedes was being completely honest, her brother wasn't wrong. they've all performed together since childhood, her and Jerome switching who'd lead, often doing duets. Any time Mercedes didn't get the chance to perform she felt an extreme sense of jealousy. Her mother only ever took her out saying it looked better with the boys singing, the boys are too tall and she doesn't fit in, and that four people on stage looked better than five. All this did was make Mercedes want to perform more.

Mercedes and her mother didn't have the most loving relationship. After Luther was born, all Her dad ever talked about was having a girl-- after begging for years she agreed but they had another boy. This only fueled his want for a little girl more and they immediately had another child, even though Grace never wanted more than 3 kids. Soon after Mercedes was born, her father passed away from an unknown illness-- leaving her mother alone with 5 kids. Because of this Grace had resented her youngest child for years. Mercedes being unruly and never taking no for answer, only made this situation worse.

She walked around the country club for a few minutes, trying to find something to cure her growing boredom. She feels an arm brush against her and quickly moves over to give the person more room, only they don't walk away. Mercedes glances up at the culprit. The man was older, maybe 25-35, with jet-black hair that was combed over and slicked down. you could see the gel glistening from the lights. He held a cigarette in his hand and sported a kind yet devious smirk.

"I'm sorry sir" Mercedes voices, quick to apologize in an attempt to avoid conflict. he waves his hand as if to dismiss her apology.

"Don't worry honey, it was my fault. What are you doin' here anyways" his gentle voice surprised Mercedes. Though the girl has never had a bad interaction with a white person before, she had heard many war stories of what her people go through on a daily basis-- this lead her to avoid them as much as humanly possible. "don't seem like the kind of place you'd find a nice young lady such as yourself," thought every cell in Mercedes's body told her to run away from the man, something else was begging her to stay--to figure out what it was this man wanted.

"I'm here with my brothers, they're performing tonight" he slowly nods his head.

"And they left you all alone out here, all by yourself" he sets his hand on her arm, a gesture that would normally make her pull away with fear, but the kind smile on his face seemed to soothe the thoughts that ran through her head.

"What? don't think I can take of myself" she says dripping with fake innocence. his smile grows.

"Oh the exact opposite," he moves his arm around to the small of her back, leading her away from where they stood "Why don't you come sit with me and my friends while you wait for your brothers, they're right over here," thought the situation feels off, Mercedes doesn't really have anything else to do at this party-- Not to mention, she loves the thrill of a little danger.

...

Surprisingly, she ends up having a good time, talking to the men along with some of their girlfriends. They talk about music and performing while they sip on their expensive drinks. the night was going well and her brothers were putting on a good show, even though Raymond looked like he wanted to die the entire time. She sat beside the man she had met earlier, James. He had his arm resting on the back of her chair as he bragged about his yacht club and how much his soap company makes in a month. Even though Mercedes couldn't give a shit about his boat and his money, she did enjoy the drinks that the man kept handing her, Loving the burn of her stomach as she sipped on the fruity cocktails. One of the boy's songs comes to an end as Mercedes laughs at another one James' corny jokes. normally she wouldn't have, but her intoxication could make her laugh at a blank wall.

"So," he pulls the drink away from her lips "why don't we get out of here" he runs his course hand up and down her knee, going a bit further each time "we should head someplace a bit more private". though Mercedes was so out of it she could barely form a sentence, she knew when something sounded sketchy. and in that very moment, she realized just how close he was to her. she clears her throat, sliding her chair a bit further away.

"Yeah," she pushes his hand off of her leg, "I think I'm gonna have to pass on that" She lets out a nervous giggle as she takes another sip of her drink.

"Don't be like that, I bought you all of these drinks and you're not gonna give me something in return" he leans to place a kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear "Come on baby, I'll take you to my boat."

"Sorry Captian, guess I'm not the girl you took me for" the man plasters on a fake smile, sliding his hand back onto her knee.

"Why don't you have another drink, maybe then you'll change your mind" she pushes him off again, the chair letting out a loud cry as she stands with haste.

"I've gotta go check on my brothers, I'll be back later" Mercedes says in an attempt to remove herself from the situation. She shoots the others at the table a quick smile before she quickly maneuvers her way through the crowd with unsteady feet, using the wall as a crutch. A sea of various people occupied the dance floor as she tries her best to make it to a less crowded area. The girl spots some public restrooms not too far away and makes her way toward them, stumbling with every step. Once she's there she lies against the side of the building before sinking to the plush grass, resting her head against the smooth concrete wall, a nauseating feeling overcoming her. Mercedes knew that people got drunk, hell she had to carry Raymond back into the house several times, but what she didn't know was how it felt. Her vision was clouded and her head was pounding. it felt as though her world was spinning. For a second, she even wondered if the man had slipped something inside her drink. The distant sounds of toilets flushing could be heard as she tried her best to regain her composure.

"You okay there?" a southern voice draws her out of her dazed state. Mercedes looks up to yet another white man with slicked-back hair, only this time it was a bit longer and more in his face. though she felt like she really shouldn't be talking to him, the alcohol had clouded her judgment.

"Umm... no. I don't know" Mercedes drops her head into her hands "I drank," she tells him.

He lets out a slight chuckle "Well I can see that" he sits down next to her, lighting the cigarette between his lips. "What's a pretty girl like you doin' out here all alone?" he asks. Mercedes knows this trick all too well--in fact, she had experienced this trick less than two hours ago.

"I ain't gonna leave with you" her words slurred together, getting to the point as soon as possible.

"I ain't tryna take you anywhere honey, just wanted to make sure you aren't here alone. My name is Elvis, what's yours?".

"Sadie, and I'm not alone, 'm here with my mom and my brothers. There performing tonight." he hums.

"Your brothers are the Estelle's" the girl nods "I used to play basketball with them. I remember when you were just a baby. Your momma let you drink at this age?" he asked tilting his head. she shakes no.

"No, she doesn't. But what she doesn't know won't hurt her" he raises his brows, amused at the girl's response.

"Guess no one can tell you anything huh?" Elvis's voice was laced with sarcasm. Mercedes- not finding his little joke too funny, rolls her eyes.

"What do you want" you'd swear you could see the annoyance radiating from the girl's body.

"As I said before, I just wanna make sure you're okay" The girl scoffs as she tries to push herself back to her feet, failing miserably. Luckily Elvis helped her before she slid back down the wall.

"Well, you can go find some other dame to save because I'm fine" The amusing thing is that Mercedes is definitely not fine, seeing as the only thing holding her up is Elvis.

"I'll believe that when hell freezes over." he moves her arm around his shoulder for support before he leads begins to lead her away from the restrooms "Don't worry little girl, I'm gonna take you to your momma" she immediately starts to resist against his attempts to move.

"No!" she says franticly "Are you crazy? If she finds out she'll beat me 'till I'm black and blue" Elvis stops for a moment, trying to think of a better option.

"Okay, then I'll go get your brothers. How 'bout that?" Elvis offers.

"No they'll kill me too " she argues "If they find out I was talking to a man they'd...they'd...oh, I don't know what they'd do but I know it wouldn't be pretty."

"Look I gotta tell somebody, I can't just leave you sitting here drunk outta your mind!" Mercedes lets out a frustrated sigh "I don't care how mad it makes you you've gotta chose somebody. So who will it be? Your brothers or your mom?" Though both options sounded like a death wish, she knew that her brothers wouldn't lay a hand on her-- the most they would do is yell at her for a few hours and act distant for a day or two.

"My brothers have an intermission in a few minutes, they usually smoke by the car." Mercedes reluctantly tells him, slightly pissed at the fact he's so hell-bent on getting her in trouble today.

PART TWO IS POSTED!!

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asteroidtroglodyte · 1 year ago

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We lost something as a society when we stopped doing Barbershop Quartets. What are all the dapper little men supposed to do with themselves on a Tuesday afternoon? Go to The Club? Balderdash!

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brookstonalmanac · 6 months ago

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Holidays 7.13

Holidays

Ann Hutchinson Memorial Day

Atomic Bomb Test Day

Barbershop Music Appreciation Day

Bastille Eve (France)

Be A Geek For A Day

Blame Someone Else Day

Bottled Beer Day

Childhood Memories Day

Embrace Your Geekness Day

Festival of Inner Worlds

Festival of the Three Cows (Border of France & Basque Spain)

Fool's Paradise Day

GIST Awareness Day

Go Wakeboarding Day

Go West Day

Gruntled Workers Day

Guinea Fowl Day (French Republic)

International Day of ADHD Awareness

International Day of Sarcoma

International Day of the Conductor

International Growth Hacking Day

International Puzzle Day

International Rock Day

International Rock ’N’ Roll Day

Job Satisfaction Day

Kashmir Martyrs’ Day (Pakistan)

La Retraite Aux Flambeaux (Night Watch; France)

Martyrs’’ Day (Kashmir)

Montenegrin Peoples Uprising Day (Yugoslavia)

Naadam, Day 3 (Mongolia)

Nathan Bedford Forrest Day (Tennessee)

National Day (French West Indies; Tahiti)

National Delaware Day

National Geekness Day

National Paul Day

National Sam Day

National Security Committee Day (Kazakhstan)

Puzzle Day

Sandra Bland Day (Texas)

713 Day

Swiftie Day

Uniwaine Day (Elderly Men Day; Kiribati)

World Aquatics Day

World Cup Day

World Naked Photography Day

World Rock Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Beans 'n' Franks Day

Krispy Kreme Doughnut Day

National Beef Tallow Day

National French Fries Day (a.k.a. National French Fry Day)

National Nitrogen Ice Cream Day

Independence & Related Days

Alabama (Readmitted to the Union; 1868)

Statehood Day (Montenegro)

Usi (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Wilkland (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

2nd Saturday in July

Bald In / Bald Out Day [2nd Saturday]

Blissfest begins (Michigan) [2nd Saturday]

Bon Odori (Festival of the Lanterns; Japan) [2nd Saturday]

Carver Day (Missouri) [2nd Saturday]

Grange Day [2nd Saturday]

International Brick & Rolling Pin Throwing Contest (Stroud; Australia, Canada, UK, US) [2nd Saturday]

International Skinny Dip Day [2nd Saturday]

Lindenfest begins (Rhineland, Germany) [2nd Saturday]

The Mooning of the Amtrak (Laguna Niguel, California) [2nd Saturday]

Stone House Day (New York) [2nd Saturday]

World Rum Day [2nd Saturday]

World Skydiving Day [2nd Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning July 13 (2nd Week of July)

Bohemian Club Rites (California) [2nd Saturday]

Jūras Svētki Sākas (Sea Festival; Riga, Latvia) [Every 5 Years]

Festivals Beginning July 13, 2024

Aarhus Jazz Festival (Aarhus, Denmark) [thru 7.20]

Arts & Wine Festival (Los Altos, California) [thru 7.14]

Bierbörse Festival (Rapid City, South Dakota)

Blueberry Festival (Media, Pennsylvania)

Blueberry Festival & Market To Go (Bethlehem, Pennsylvania) [thru 7.14]

Blues & Brews (Mount Hope Estate & Winery, Pennsylvania)

Breckenridge Summer Beer Festival (Breckenridge, Colorado)

Castle Rock WineFest (Castle Rock, Colorado)

Food Truck Festival (St. Paul, Minnesota) [thru 7.14]

Frankfort Bluegrass Festival (Frankfort, Illinois) [thru 7.14]

Horse & Hound Wine Festival (Bedford, Virginia)

Keep NH Brewing Festival (Concord, New Hampshire)

Keystone Wine & Jazz Festival (Keystone, Colorado) [thru 7.14]

Laramie Brewfest (Laramie, Wyoming)

Maine Potato Blossom Festival (Fort Fairfield, Maine) [thru 7.21]

Mango Festival (Coral Gables, Florida) [thru 7.14]

MangoMania (Bokeelia, Florida)

McDade Watermelon Festival (McDade, Texas)

Middle Eastern Festival (West St. Paul, Minnesota) [thru 7.14]

North Atlantic Blues Festival (Rockland, Maine) [thru 7.14]

Parker County Peach Festival (Weatherford, Texas)

Pendleton Whisky Music Fest (Pendleton, Oregon)

Raspberries & Wine Festival (Chisago City, Minnesota) [thru 7.14]

Ridgeway Cantalope Festival (Ridgeway, North Carolina)

Saint Benedict Festival (St. Benedict, Oregon)

Slice of Chico (Chico, California)

Solo Batik Carnival (Surakarta, Indonesia)

Strawberry Festival (Billings, Montana)

St. Vladimir Ukrainian Festival (Parma, Ohio)

Sweet Corn Extravaganza (Willcox, Arizona) [thru 8.11]

Taste of Buffalo (Buffalo, New York) [thru 7.14]

Tequila & Taco Festival (Ventura, California) [thru 7.14]

Feast Days

Abd-al-Masih (Christian; Saint & Martyr)

Abel of Tacla Haimonot (Coptic Church)

Anacletus (Christian; Martyr)

Asarnha Bucha Day (Theravada Buddhism)

Bhanu Jayanti (Sikkim, India)

Blanche of Castile (Positivist; Saint)

Boun Khao Phansa begins (Buddhist Lent)

Clelia Barbieri (Christian; Saint)

Conrad Weiser (Episcopal Church (USA))

Day of Osiris (Everyday Wicca)

Eugenius of Carthage (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Kalimát (Words; Baha’i)

Francis Solano (Christian; Saint)

Geek Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Henry II, Holy Roman Emperor (a.k.a. Henry the Emperor; Christian; Saint)

Jane Hamilton (Writerism)

Joel the Prophet (Christian; Saint)

Macarena Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Marcia Brown (Artology)

Maura and Brigid (Christian; Saints)

Millennial Fairy Olympics, Day 8 (Shamanism)

Mordecai Ardon (Artology)

Mildred (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Mildrith of Thanet (Christian; Saint)

Mr. Screech (Muppetism)

Obon (a.k.a. Ulanbana, Festival of the Lanterns; Buddhist, Shinto)

Ronald Bladen (Artology)

Rosa Mystica (Christian; Saint)

Silas (Catholic Church; Saint)

Solstitium IX (Pagan)

Spot the Loony Day (Pastafarian)

Svein Ellingsen (Artology)

Teresa of the Andes (Christian; Saint)

Thomas Rowlandson (Artology)

Turiaf (a.k.a. Turiave or Thivisiau; Christian; Saint)

Wenceslaus Hollar (Artology)

Wole Soyinka (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 13 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [13 of 24]

Fatal Day (Pagan) [14 of 24]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Breaking Away (Film; 1979)

Bully Beef (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1930)

Californy’er Bust (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Country Mouse (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

Dedicated To the One I Love, by The Shirelles (Song; 1959)

Don’t Be Cruel/Hound Dog, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1956)

Eight Men Out: The Black Sox and the 1919 World Series, by Eliot Asinof (Sports Book; 1963)

Eighth Grade (Film; 2018)

The Frisco Kid (Film; 1979)

Generation Kill (TV Series; 2008)

Ghost (Film; 1990)

A Hard Day’s Night, by The Beatles (US Album; 1964)

Hollywoodland sign (Dedicated; 1923)

Ice Age: Continental Drift (Animated Film; 2012)

Inception (Film; 2010)

In My Gondola (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1936)

The Last Starfighter (Film; 1984)

Legally Blonde (Film; 2001)

Live Aid (Live Charity Concert, Wembley Stadium, London, UK; 1985)

Microbe Hunters, by Paul de Kruif (Science Book; 1926)

Midaq Alley, by Naguib Mahfouz (Novel; 1947)

The Muppets Take Manhattan (Film; 1984)

My Lady’s Garden (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1934)

An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, by Ambrose Bierce (Short Story; 1890)

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid, by Bob Dylan (Soundtrack Album; 1973)

Pedro and Lorenzo (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1956)

Pilgrim Popeye (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1951)

Queen, by Queen (Album; 1973)

Rock Odyssey (Hanna-Barbera Animated TV Film; 1987)

Skyscraper (Film; 2018)

The Spy Who Loved Me (James Bond Film; 1977) [#10]

The Stone Age (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1931)

Tehanu, by Ursula Le Guin (Novel; 1990) [Earthsea #4]

Where the Money Goes (Money Rock Cartoon; Schoolhouse Rocks; 1995)

Yukon Have It (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1959)

Today’s Name Days

Anno, Heinrich, Kunigunde (Austria)

Emanuel, Ferdinand, Henrik (Croatia)

Markéta (Czech Republic)

Margrethe (Denmark)

Greta, Grete, Kreet, Kreeta, Mare, Maret, Mareta, Margareeta, Marge, Margit, Marit, Marita, Meeta, Reeda, Reet (Estonia)

Ilari, Joel, Lari (Finland)

Enzo, Eugène, Henri, Joël (France)

Heinrich, Kunigunde (Germany)

Iliofotos, Sarah (Greece)

Jenő (Hungary)

Enrico (Italy)

Alda, Margarita, Margrieta, Mariska, Pērle (Latvia)

Anakletas, Arvilas, Arvilė, Henrikas (Lithuania)

Melissa, Mia, Mildrid (Norway)

Ernest, Ernestyn, Eugeniusz, Irwin, Jakub, Justyna, Małgorzata, Radomiła (Poland)

Margita (Slovakia)

Enrique, Joel (Spain)

Joel, Judit (Sweden)

Ezra, Joel, Joelle, Mildred, Natalia, Natalie, Natasha, Nathalie, Nathan, Nathanael, Nathania, Nathaniel, Tasha (USA)

Henri, Nathalie, Nathaly (Universal)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 195 of 2024; 171 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of Week 28 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Xin-Wei), Day 8 (Wu-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 7 Tammuz 5784

Islamic: 6 Muharram 1446

J Cal: 15 Red; Oneday [15 of 30]

Julian: 30 June 2024

Moon: 50%: 1st Quarter

Positivist: 26 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Blanche of Castile]

Runic Half Month: Ur (Primal Strength) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 24 of 94)

Week: 3rd Week of July

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 23 of 31)

#Holidays

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puppys-rhythm-heaven · 2 years ago

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okay it took two hours even though i said it'd take ten minutes i'm really bad at estimating how much time things take, anyways here's a list of every time every rhythm heaven game's referenced. enjoy.

karate man: do ds, fever n megamix's karate man games count- blue birds 2, battle of the bands (ofc).

rhythm tweezers: crop stomp, battle of the bands (ofc), cheer readers, cheer readers 2, hi-hat, wake-up caller.

marching orders: shoot-'em-up 2. that's it-

spaceball: shoot-'em-up endless, ds remix 9 (epilogues), wake-up caller, first contact, charging chicken, second contact. the space umpire is a constant of life istg-

clappy trio: glee club, freeze frame, ds remix 6 (space soccer), lockstep 2 (the wiki counts those last two so i'm counting them too-), does it being in fever count, launch party (ok epilogue), toy car, catchy tune, barbershop remix (lumbearjack) (again. the wiki counts it so i'm counting it too).

sneaky spirits: freeze frame, big rock finish, does it being in fever count help i need answers-

samurai slice: the wandering samurai is also a constant of life. but also the only reference that isn't just endless samurai slice, fever samurai slice or super samurai slice is the easter egg in the phone rhythm toy sdflkjfdklfdsfsd-

rat race: freeze frame, wake-up caller.

sick beats: possibly wizard's waltz (the "monster" as the wiki calls it that eats the flower when you mess up looks like the viruses), wake-up caller (could also be a wizard's waltz reference but more likely a sick beats reference tbh), micro-row 2 (reading material).

bon odori: live, remix 7 (epilogues), remix 9 (board meeting).

wizard's waltz: wake-up caller possibly idk wizard's waltz doesn't have any references otherwise so-

showtime: ds remix 3 (freeze frame).

bunny hop: none.

tram & pauline: ds remix 2 (epilogues), figure fighter 2 (epilogues).

space dance: oh no there's so many- freeze frame, does rhythm rally count, fever remix 7 (cheer readers), tap troupe (reading material). okay there's not as many as i thought if you exclude the paddlers. thank god-

quiz show: thank god there's none.

night walk: the dazzles + the dazzles 2, remix 9 (epilogues), fever remix 7 (cheer readers), fever night walk's existence.

power calligraphy: none. unless it showing up in fever counts-

polyrhythm: do ds n fever built to scale count. only the rods appear in polyrhythm so i mean. but also built to scale is a clear reference to polyrhythm so-

rap men: oh god. freeze frame, phone rhythm toy, battle of the bands (the poster), love rap, love rap 2 (reading material). okay there's not actually that many but that's also the most of any game thus far. other than clappy trio-

bouncy road: the first game to actually have none. at least it's in megamix-

ninja bodyguard: ninja reincarnate epilogues, freeze frame.

toss boys: none. 😔 polyphobia.

fireworks: also none. there's no characters anyways so-

tap trial: oh god. ds' title screen, apparently the "thanks for playing screen" from the end of ds' demo, the cover of tengoku's soundtrack, the cover of ds' soundtrack (yes that is her, thanks badge arcade), freeze frame probably, does it being in fever count, remix 9 (cheer readers). hell.

cosmic dance: cosmic rhythm rally. that's it-

turbo tap trial: the monkeys in turbo tap trial literally have their own page and this is hilarious to me. anyways. rap men (reading material), live, fever remix 2 (tambourine), additionally the purple small monkeys in monkey watch look a lot like them so.

built to scale: you'd think the widgets would somehow appear in another game but. nope.

glee club: battle of the bands (not in the audience cuz they're a. band. somehow. idk dj yellow's also a participant so i'm just not gonna question the clearly very loose definition of band that battle of the bands is using-), endless munchy monk. not a lot surprisingly-

fillbots: battle of the bands (literally every ds game other than built to scale and airboarder is somehow represented in battle of the bands and even built to scale is if you count its song), cheer readers.

fan club: battle of the bands (again. pop singer's a participant. seemingly with the monkeys given ds' comics), endless munchy monk (endless munchy monk more like endless references. monk. nevermind-).

rhythm rally: *sigh* welcome to rhythm hell may we take your order. okay there's still not THAT many if you count the paddlers n space dancers separately but. still. anyways. battle of the bands (do i even need to say that anymore), flock step, cheer readers 2.

shoot-'em-up: endless munchy monk apparently??? not even the radio lady it's the blastronaut. why is there a FUCKING ROCKET SHIP- wait shoot-'em-up also isn't referenced in battle of the bands. at all. welp-

blue birds: battle of the bands, phone rhythm toy, air rally, remix 6 (ok epilogue), endless munchy monk, hi-hat.

moai doo-wop: battle of the bands (how did the moai kids get to the rock 'n' roll hall-), tunnel, cheer readers 2.

love lizards: battle of the bands (do you think the güiro lizards are supposed to be there or), endless munchy monk.

crop stomp: battle of the bands, tunnel, blue birds 2, phone rhythm toy, endless munchy monk.

freeze frame: battle of the bands. that's it. with how many references freeze frame has you'd think it'd be referenced more but. nope-

the dazzles: battle of the bands (still not really a band but at least they're a group-), ds karate man 2 (epilogues).

munchy monk: none. somehow. unless endless munchy monk counts.

dj school: battle of the bands (still don't understand why dj yellow is a participant??? the djs aren't even actually djs what is he doing-), catch of the day (try again epilogue), cheer readers, lush remix.

drummer duel: battle of the bands (not as a band for some reason, i love the djs and all but i feel like the taiko rally squad would make waaaaay more sense as participants-).

love lab: battle of the bands, endless munchy monk, i feel like pajama party can count honestly.

splashdown: battle of the bands, endless munchy monk. take a shot those are the only times a game's referenced-

big rock finish: battle of the bands (wow an actual band for once, i'm shocked), endless munchy monk.

dog ninja: battle of the bands, super samurai slice 2 (only mister eagle).

frog hop: flicking test, battle of the bands (they're. at least closer to a band-), fever remix 7 (cheer readers), endless munchy monk.

space soccer: literally only battle of the bands. it and rockers are literally THE least referenced ds games i wish i was exaggerating-

lockstep: battle of the bands, cheer readers, remix 10 shoot-'em-up. irrelevant but the stepswitchers in the audience in battle of the bands are hilarious to me cuz when you fuck up a set they just do the lockstep miss animation. tfw you do so badly you commit murder-

rockers: i don't think battle of the bands can count as a reference for them. unfortunately rockers is literally never referenced. i am deeply upset by this fact.

airboarder: launch party (superb epilogue), fever remix 6 (superb epilogue).

hole in one: none. lots of fever's have none which i'm kind of thankful for after ds' honestly-

screwbot factory: none.

see-saw: working dough (reading material). actually didn't know that before checking the wiki, thanks rhythm heaven wiki-

double date: love rap, cheer readers (epilogues, also kinda debatable).

fork lifter: none.

tambourine: none.

board meeting: remix 9 (hole in one) (remix 2 board meeting reference).

monkey watch: i don't know where to put it but the reading material for fever karate man 2 references monkey watch. and also mr. upbeat. or manzai birds in the japanese version with no monkey watch reference.

working dough: mochi pounding apparently??? are the dough dudes meant to be mochi??? have i been lied to about them being dough-

air rally: none.

figure fighter: none.

ringside: none.

packing pests: none. though also munchy monk's redesign in megamix was possibly to make him look more like the packing pests employee whose name i am too lazy to type the numbers in-

micro-row: none.

catch of the day: love rap, kitties! (both a quicknibble, also in kitties! it's pink for some reason). there's also an unused sprite of a threefish in air rally.

flipper-flop: none.

exhibition match: lush remix (spaceball). the wiki can't agree on if the air batter just looks like pitcher or is actually pitcher in lush remix. i have no idea why lush remix spaceball is reference heaven-

flock step: fever night walk, endless munchy monk.

launch party: charging chicken.

donk-donk: none.

bossa nova: none. though in beat the beat the text in the endless game has a reference to monkey watch. how long have monkey watches existed. clappy trio's also referenced- okay is bossa nova in the present day or something??? i'm confused-

love rap: none.

tap troupe: none.

shrimp shuffle: none.

cheer readers: like freeze frame, despite having a bunch of references, it's never referenced itself. i guess that makes sense fever doesn't have a lot of its games referenced in itself or in megamix flksjdkljsfdfsdk-

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #rhythm heaven #literally every game #okay that's a lie. i forgot fever night walk. and also excluded megamix's games cuz they aren't referenced-

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therecordchanger62279 · 2 years ago

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THE WEEKEND I SAW MILES PLAY THE BLACKHAWK

SHORT FICTION

It was April of 1961. I’d read in The Chronicle that Miles Davis had an engagement at The Blackhawk scheduled for the 21st and 22nd – a Friday and Saturday night. I’d been dating a girl named Marla from the secretarial pool at work for the past couple of months, and I called her as soon as I found out about the show and invited her to go. She agreed, although she wasn’t really a jazz lover.

Thursday afternoon, Marla came into my office and told me she couldn’t go after all. When I pressed her for a reason, she said something vague about friends visiting from out of town. This was the third time in the past month she’d cancelled on me. So I decided to go alone.

I left work a little early Friday, and dropped by the barbershop for a haircut. Then I headed home, made myself a quick dinner, put on a jacket and slacks, and my favorite tie – the one with the musical notes on it – and called a cab. The cabbie was a bit late in arriving, but I hopped in, and when he asked, “Where to?” I told him, “The Blackhawk.”

Traffic was heavy with people in the city for a Friday night. The skies were overcast and threatening rain, and I’d left my umbrella at the office. The cabbie chattered the whole way about whether or not The Giants had a shot at the pennant that year. I didn’t think so, but he insisted that since they had the best centerfielder in baseball, they couldn’t miss.

When we pulled up to the club, the line wound all the way down the block. I jumped out, paid the driver and rushed to the back of the line – hopeful that the show wouldn’t be sold out by the time I got to the door. A few minutes later, another cab arrived and three men in hats, and raincoats - two of them clutching notebooks, and pencils, and the other a camera - got in line behind me. I found out from their conversation that one of them was a reporter and another, a photographer from Time magazine. The third worked at The Chronicle. I guess they were there to interview Miles after the show. They didn’t seem to know much about jazz, and even less about the club. Apparently they’d called for reservations, and were told The Blackhawk didn’t take reservations. Guido, the owner, had very strict rules about that. You took your chances. Which is why, when I was old enough my dad use to invite me to go with him instead of taking my mom. She hated waiting in line for anything. Come to think of it, she didn’t much like jazz either. (Women are funny that way.) The first jazz show I saw at The Blackhawk with my dad was The Modern Jazz Quartet. The acoustics were so good at The Blackhawk that they didn’t even use microphones that night. But you could hear every note. I couldn’t get over that.

Anyway, I got inside just minutes before the first set began, and only a few minutes after the skies opened up and the rain came pouring down. I was given what looked to be the last available table in the far corner left of the stage. Millie, a waitress who’d been at the club for years (my dad always flirted with her, and left her the biggest tips) took my drink order, and I settled in to hear the first set.

From my vantage point, I could see pianist Wynton Kelly’s back. I couldn’t see Jimmy Cobb behind his drum kit at all. But I had an unobstructed view of both Miles, and his sax player Hank Mobley. I could only see bassist Paul Chambers when Mobley wasn’t out front soloing. Miles was wearing a beautiful blue, pinstriped suit. I made a mental note to go shopping that weekend for one just like it.

Miles played his standard show that night. He used the mute quite a bit, and the rhythm section was in the pocket all night. They sounded good, although some of the spark that was there when I saw the group with John Coltrane was missing. Mobley could play, but Coltrane’s were big shoes to fill.

At any rate, Millie kept the drinks coming, and at one point I noticed the roof was leaking next to my table. Millie brought a tin pan and set it on the floor to catch the water. Sometimes the water dripped in rhythm to the music.

Between the first and second sets, Miles wandered onto the floor and was chatting amiably with several people I took to be regulars. But I noticed he would sign the occasional autograph. So the next time Millie came to the table, I asked to borrow her pen and I grabbed one of the club’s matchbooks off the table, and wandered over to where Miles was standing. He finally glanced my way, and I couldn’t speak. I just pushed the matchbook and pen in his direction, and he quickly scribbled his name on it, handed it back to me and went on with his conversation. I pocketed the matchbook and slipped back to my table.

The second set began with “All of You”, and the whole band seemed more relaxed and in the groove than they were during the first set. I stayed for the third set as well, and when it was finally over I went to the bar to settle my bill. Susan, the bartender’s wife, rang me up. I heard her tell another guy they were expecting an even bigger turnout the next night.

I was there Saturday night as well. The band played four sets, and included “Two Bass Hit”, and “Someday My Prince Will Come”. And they were even better than they were the night before. As I was leaving Saturday night I noticed some recording equipment being dismantled and packed, and when I asked Guido about it, he told me that Miles’ record label Columbia had recorded both nights for an album that would come out in the fall.

I still have the original album I bought at the record shop around the corner from my building. I’ve nearly worn it out in the years since.

I moved east to Chicago in 1965. There were a lot of great clubs there as well, but none with the ambience of The Blackhawk. There was just something about that place. Marla has no idea what she missed that weekend of April 1961 when Miles Davis came to town. She broke it off with me a week later, and I heard she was seeing some guy named Jim from Finance. But I still have my matchbook with Miles’ name on it, and I can listen to the music anytime I want. Sometimes I even think I can hear water dripping in that pan on the floor next to my table.

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herdddragon · 1 year ago

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So I’ve a question to the people in the comments, do things just not happen to you?

Like do you not leave the house? Because most of this is just sort of reasonable things to happen to people.

Everyone is acting like this is a series of the most strange and fantastical events, but is sort of stuff that just kind of happens.

( I get not being gullible and stuff. It’s important to be able to understand that not everything you read and see is to be trusted.) like this is more of a ‘if you say so’ instead of calling op a liar and anyone who believes him (?) gullible. That’s sort of rude, especially for relatively tame instances.

Sure some of these read like stories my father would tell to me and my sibling and we’d kind of look at each other and go ‘no way that happened’ and then for some of the most unbelievable stories one day there will suddenly be a bit of random evidence to that the story was not a lie, probably exaggerated for effect but not a lie.

Like the one about when my father got mistaken for being a mobster in a club, like I thought that was just bs until unprompted my uncle confirmed that it did happen.

So in turn, to show that some of this stuff is not so unbelievable.

things that happened to me that are sort of similar. Sound like they are scenarios out of a horror movie.

1. I’ve used a crawl space to walk between a men’s bathroom room and a woman’s changing room in a very old building, both rooms where out of service. The building has now been torn down.

2. Everyone in my class played Bloody Mary except for me. Not particularly exciting but it was something, the horror movie part was when people where telling ghost stories in the changing room and the power went out. Good timing.

3. Also found a garbage bag full of bones. Though I found it under a bridge. And they where fish bones and something else.

4. Had a really ‘fun’ experience one time driving home with my friend one night, it was like the perfect set up, Halloween night, a full moon, fog was rolling in over the highway. Weird lights where flashing on the horizon when we where nowhere near the power plant. The highlight of the night was we saw an albino animal cross the road! It was either a skunk or raccoon, we unfortunately don’t know what exactly but it was so cool!

5. Other day when I was helping with renovations on an old hospital turned into a house (enough of a movie horror scenario on its own) the owner of the house started having a conversation about how easy it would be to hide a body in this region. It was a good conversation.

6. Explored the basement of my old school one time, there was a barbershop chair, a fresh water well and a lot of broken statues/ busts under there.

7. Apparently (I was young and asleep) I had a moose stick it’s head into my bedroom when the window was open.

8. Had many occasions where doors and cabinet doors have just swing open and then closed again. Old houses I tell you. It’s like, great I have to close that now.

9. I constantly get weird requests or into odd conversations with strangers, like man why are you telling me you just got out of prison, good for you that you are turning your life around. But why are you talking to me, I’m just trying to read my book. These conversations usually happen when I’m meeting up with someone.

10. I’ve been chased through the woods as well. I just hid out at a school when I got the chance.

11. Once at a restaurant some woman with a knife would not stop starring at me. Just got in the car and left.

12. I keep scaring people by accident as I’ll just “appear” behind them.

13. Once when I was living in the attic of a church there was this strange alarm sound coming from somewhere, turns out it was a squirrel screaming it’s little head off for no reason. That little hellion was so annoying.

14. Found a rolled up carpet thrown out in a ditch one time. Yeah was not dealing with that one.

15. Once heard a crow say the word scream, and that was something.

16. Took a wrong turn on a road once that ended with us being stared down by a bunch of deer in the rain in the middle of a cornfield.

See weird things just sort of happen.

Stay safe out there, and on the internet.

The amount of times I could have been that white girl in the horror movie could honestly be a movie in itself and it’s honestly a waste that my entire life isn’t constantly recorded on film because it would be HILARIOUS

#animal death #gore #teaboot #weird things #stuff happened

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hawkfadebarbershop · 4 months ago

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One of the most luxurious experiences a man can have in a barbershop is a traditional razor shave. This service is a throwback to the golden age of barbering, where the straight razor was the tool of choice. A traditional shave involves several steps, starting with a hot towel to soften the skin and open the pores. The barber then applies a rich lather before expertly gliding the razor across the skin, ensuring a close and smooth shave. The process is completed with a cold towel and a soothing aftershave balm, leaving the skin refreshed and rejuvenated.

A Community Experience

Barbershops are more than just places for grooming; they are community hubs where men can relax, socialize, and share stories. The atmosphere in a barbershop is unique, combining the professionalism of a salon with the camaraderie of a social club. This sense of community is what sets barbershops apart, making them a place where men can unwind and feel at home.

In conclusion, barber services today offer more than just a haircut. They provide a comprehensive grooming experience that enhances style, confidence, and well-being. Whether it’s a precision cut, a sculpted beard, or a traditional shave, the modern barbershop caters to the needs of the discerning gentleman, ensuring that he looks and feels his best. https://hawkfade.com/

#Barber #Hairdresser #Hairstylist #Haircutter

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Holidays 7.13

Holidays

Ann Hutchinson Memorial Day

Atomic Bomb Test Day

Barbershop Music Appreciation Day

Bastille Eve (France)

Be A Geek For A Day

Blame Someone Else Day

Bottled Beer Day

Childhood Memories Day

Embrace Your Geekness Day

Festival of Inner Worlds

Festival of the Three Cows (Border of France & Basque Spain)

Fool's Paradise Day

GIST Awareness Day

Go Wakeboarding Day

Go West Day

Gruntled Workers Day

Guinea Fowl Day (French Republic)

International Day of ADHD Awareness

International Day of Sarcoma

International Day of the Conductor

International Growth Hacking Day

International Puzzle Day

International Rock Day

International Rock ’N’ Roll Day

Job Satisfaction Day

Kashmir Martyrs’ Day (Pakistan)

La Retraite Aux Flambeaux (Night Watch; France)

Martyrs’’ Day (Kashmir)

Montenegrin Peoples Uprising Day (Yugoslavia)

Naadam, Day 3 (Mongolia)

Nathan Bedford Forrest Day (Tennessee)

National Day (French West Indies; Tahiti)

National Delaware Day

National Geekness Day

National Paul Day

National Sam Day

National Security Committee Day (Kazakhstan)

Puzzle Day

Sandra Bland Day (Texas)

713 Day

Swiftie Day

Uniwaine Day (Elderly Men Day; Kiribati)

World Aquatics Day

World Cup Day

World Naked Photography Day

World Rock Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Beans 'n' Franks Day

Krispy Kreme Doughnut Day

National Beef Tallow Day

National French Fries Day (a.k.a. National French Fry Day)

National Nitrogen Ice Cream Day

Independence & Related Days

Alabama (Readmitted to the Union; 1868)

Statehood Day (Montenegro)

Usi (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Wilkland (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

2nd Saturday in July

Bald In / Bald Out Day [2nd Saturday]

Blissfest begins (Michigan) [2nd Saturday]

Bon Odori (Festival of the Lanterns; Japan) [2nd Saturday]

Carver Day (Missouri) [2nd Saturday]

Grange Day [2nd Saturday]

International Brick & Rolling Pin Throwing Contest (Stroud; Australia, Canada, UK, US) [2nd Saturday]

International Skinny Dip Day [2nd Saturday]

Lindenfest begins (Rhineland, Germany) [2nd Saturday]

The Mooning of the Amtrak (Laguna Niguel, California) [2nd Saturday]

Stone House Day (New York) [2nd Saturday]

World Rum Day [2nd Saturday]

World Skydiving Day [2nd Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning July 13 (2nd Week of July)

Bohemian Club Rites (California) [2nd Saturday]

Jūras Svētki Sākas (Sea Festival; Riga, Latvia) [Every 5 Years]

Festivals Beginning July 13, 2024

Aarhus Jazz Festival (Aarhus, Denmark) [thru 7.20]

Arts & Wine Festival (Los Altos, California) [thru 7.14]

Bierbörse Festival (Rapid City, South Dakota)

Blueberry Festival (Media, Pennsylvania)

Blueberry Festival & Market To Go (Bethlehem, Pennsylvania) [thru 7.14]

Blues & Brews (Mount Hope Estate & Winery, Pennsylvania)

Breckenridge Summer Beer Festival (Breckenridge, Colorado)

Castle Rock WineFest (Castle Rock, Colorado)

Food Truck Festival (St. Paul, Minnesota) [thru 7.14]

Frankfort Bluegrass Festival (Frankfort, Illinois) [thru 7.14]

Horse & Hound Wine Festival (Bedford, Virginia)

Keep NH Brewing Festival (Concord, New Hampshire)

Keystone Wine & Jazz Festival (Keystone, Colorado) [thru 7.14]

Laramie Brewfest (Laramie, Wyoming)

Maine Potato Blossom Festival (Fort Fairfield, Maine) [thru 7.21]

Mango Festival (Coral Gables, Florida) [thru 7.14]

MangoMania (Bokeelia, Florida)

McDade Watermelon Festival (McDade, Texas)

Middle Eastern Festival (West St. Paul, Minnesota) [thru 7.14]

North Atlantic Blues Festival (Rockland, Maine) [thru 7.14]

Parker County Peach Festival (Weatherford, Texas)

Pendleton Whisky Music Fest (Pendleton, Oregon)

Raspberries & Wine Festival (Chisago City, Minnesota) [thru 7.14]

Ridgeway Cantalope Festival (Ridgeway, North Carolina)

Saint Benedict Festival (St. Benedict, Oregon)

Slice of Chico (Chico, California)

Solo Batik Carnival (Surakarta, Indonesia)

Strawberry Festival (Billings, Montana)

St. Vladimir Ukrainian Festival (Parma, Ohio)

Sweet Corn Extravaganza (Willcox, Arizona) [thru 8.11]

Taste of Buffalo (Buffalo, New York) [thru 7.14]

Tequila & Taco Festival (Ventura, California) [thru 7.14]

Feast Days

Abd-al-Masih (Christian; Saint & Martyr)

Abel of Tacla Haimonot (Coptic Church)

Anacletus (Christian; Martyr)

Asarnha Bucha Day (Theravada Buddhism)

Bhanu Jayanti (Sikkim, India)

Blanche of Castile (Positivist; Saint)

Boun Khao Phansa begins (Buddhist Lent)

Clelia Barbieri (Christian; Saint)

Conrad Weiser (Episcopal Church (USA))

Day of Osiris (Everyday Wicca)

Eugenius of Carthage (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Kalimát (Words; Baha’i)

Francis Solano (Christian; Saint)

Geek Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Henry II, Holy Roman Emperor (a.k.a. Henry the Emperor; Christian; Saint)

Jane Hamilton (Writerism)

Joel the Prophet (Christian; Saint)

Macarena Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Marcia Brown (Artology)

Maura and Brigid (Christian; Saints)

Millennial Fairy Olympics, Day 8 (Shamanism)

Mordecai Ardon (Artology)

Mildred (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Mildrith of Thanet (Christian; Saint)

Mr. Screech (Muppetism)

Obon (a.k.a. Ulanbana, Festival of the Lanterns; Buddhist, Shinto)

Ronald Bladen (Artology)

Rosa Mystica (Christian; Saint)

Silas (Catholic Church; Saint)

Solstitium IX (Pagan)

Spot the Loony Day (Pastafarian)

Svein Ellingsen (Artology)

Teresa of the Andes (Christian; Saint)

Thomas Rowlandson (Artology)

Turiaf (a.k.a. Turiave or Thivisiau; Christian; Saint)

Wenceslaus Hollar (Artology)

Wole Soyinka (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 13 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [13 of 24]

Fatal Day (Pagan) [14 of 24]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Breaking Away (Film; 1979)

Bully Beef (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1930)

Californy’er Bust (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Country Mouse (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

Dedicated To the One I Love, by The Shirelles (Song; 1959)

Don’t Be Cruel/Hound Dog, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1956)

Eight Men Out: The Black Sox and the 1919 World Series, by Eliot Asinof (Sports Book; 1963)

Eighth Grade (Film; 2018)

The Frisco Kid (Film; 1979)

Generation Kill (TV Series; 2008)

Ghost (Film; 1990)

A Hard Day’s Night, by The Beatles (US Album; 1964)

Hollywoodland sign (Dedicated; 1923)

Ice Age: Continental Drift (Animated Film; 2012)

Inception (Film; 2010)

In My Gondola (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1936)

The Last Starfighter (Film; 1984)

Legally Blonde (Film; 2001)

Live Aid (Live Charity Concert, Wembley Stadium, London, UK; 1985)

Microbe Hunters, by Paul de Kruif (Science Book; 1926)

Midaq Alley, by Naguib Mahfouz (Novel; 1947)

The Muppets Take Manhattan (Film; 1984)

My Lady’s Garden (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1934)

An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, by Ambrose Bierce (Short Story; 1890)

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid, by Bob Dylan (Soundtrack Album; 1973)

Pedro and Lorenzo (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1956)

Pilgrim Popeye (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1951)

Queen, by Queen (Album; 1973)

Rock Odyssey (Hanna-Barbera Animated TV Film; 1987)

Skyscraper (Film; 2018)

The Spy Who Loved Me (James Bond Film; 1977) [#10]

The Stone Age (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1931)

Tehanu, by Ursula Le Guin (Novel; 1990) [Earthsea #4]

Where the Money Goes (Money Rock Cartoon; Schoolhouse Rocks; 1995)

Yukon Have It (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1959)

Today’s Name Days

Anno, Heinrich, Kunigunde (Austria)

Emanuel, Ferdinand, Henrik (Croatia)

Markéta (Czech Republic)

Margrethe (Denmark)

Greta, Grete, Kreet, Kreeta, Mare, Maret, Mareta, Margareeta, Marge, Margit, Marit, Marita, Meeta, Reeda, Reet (Estonia)

Ilari, Joel, Lari (Finland)

Enzo, Eugène, Henri, Joël (France)

Heinrich, Kunigunde (Germany)

Iliofotos, Sarah (Greece)

Jenő (Hungary)

Enrico (Italy)

Alda, Margarita, Margrieta, Mariska, Pērle (Latvia)

Anakletas, Arvilas, Arvilė, Henrikas (Lithuania)

Melissa, Mia, Mildrid (Norway)

Ernest, Ernestyn, Eugeniusz, Irwin, Jakub, Justyna, Małgorzata, Radomiła (Poland)

Margita (Slovakia)

Enrique, Joel (Spain)

Joel, Judit (Sweden)

Ezra, Joel, Joelle, Mildred, Natalia, Natalie, Natasha, Nathalie, Nathan, Nathanael, Nathania, Nathaniel, Tasha (USA)

Henri, Nathalie, Nathaly (Universal)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 195 of 2024; 171 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of Week 28 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Xin-Wei), Day 8 (Wu-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 7 Tammuz 5784

Islamic: 6 Muharram 1446

J Cal: 15 Red; Oneday [15 of 30]

Julian: 30 June 2024

Moon: 50%: 1st Quarter

Positivist: 26 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Blanche of Castile]

Runic Half Month: Ur (Primal Strength) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 24 of 94)

Week: 3rd Week of July

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 23 of 31)

#calendar #Holidays

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that's okay beautiful, like i said you're never obligated to answer my asks :) i hope you're keeping well during this busy period for you, don't forget to take time for yourself. i'm sure your flowers will bloom the biggest and brightest 🖤🌻✨

and well you've always got me honey, it might not mean much but i'm always here even if a million miles away lmao 🫂 whenever you're out and about i'm always with you telepathically 🤍 in the least creepy way possible lol

honestly i've just been keeping busy with work and study so it's been challenging and a little stressful but it is what it is. thank you baby, you're amazing though. don't ever feel like you need to answer me though, take time for yourself and enjoy your day pretty girl ❤

Hello, hello, sweet baby 🩷 hope you don't think I forgot about ya!

I finally got myself a haircut like I wanted to. Went to a barbershop since they're cheaper and I'm not a very girly girl lol. The way the men talked there though, about getting drunk and having sex with a 10 and waking up with a 2? Ugh. But it's whatever, I don't frequent that little 'boy's club' often.

I also went to the animal shelter today and saw some of the cutest kittens!!! 🥺 But I had to leave empty handed! 😭😭

This guy, Eclipse, was my fav though. 🥹

They even asked me to volunteer since I enjoyed my time there so much, but I'm a bit nervous 👉👈 I think it'd be fun but im scared about somehow messing up and looking like a dummy lol

I miss youuuu🩷🩷🩷

#ask #anon #🦊 anon

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I thought French people were elegant, but they’re disgusting! This is full of young men in streetwear and always with joggers and that horrible music they call “drill”, I cannot handle it, it’s giving me headaches!

I understand you very well. At least your hotel is an oasis of peace and culture. I love the Molitor. But while you're sipping your Negroni with a view of the pool, you're suddenly overcome by a powerful desire to smoke a cigarette. You would probably get one here in the hotel, but you go out into the street. If you remember correctly, there was a tobacco store somewhere…

There it is again, that annoying music… It's coming from the staff entrance of the hotel. In front of it a couple of young lads, obviously taking a smoke break. Your craving for a smoke is enormous, you can't help but ask the lads if one of them has a cigarette for you. One of the fellows pulls out a cigarette from behind his ear, hands it to you, gives you a light and blows his smoke in your face. Fuck, you don't know right now whether to be disgusted or to get horny. In any case, you are confused, turn around and leave. Off you go in search of the tobacco store.

When you get back to the hotel bar, you have smoked four cigarettes. The ice in the Negroni has melted. The waiter asks you if you want a fresh one. Somehow you don't feel like drinking anymore. And you order a mint tea. You take a cigarette and watch some drill videos on your cell phone. Obviously too loud. A waiter asks you to please use headphones. Annoyed, you ask for the bill and go to your room. Drill has to be heard loudly.

The next morning you go to breakfast right after the fadschr. What is halal and what is not is not marked. It's a shitty hotel anyway. Everything is full of infidels, alcohol and sin. After breakfast, you pack your sports bag and check out. Fortunately, a few of your pals are sitting smoking at the staff entrance. They recommend a small guesthouse not far away. Cool neighborhood. Lots of clubs and shisha bars. And good stores to buy you something to wear. For the mosque a Thobe. And maybe one or two new tracksuits.

Your hair is already quite long again. And also your beard could be brought into shape. Around the corner, you'll find a barbershop with loud drill coming from it. In front of it a row of brothers. You ask if you can get an appointment. You should wait a cigarette length, and then it's your turn. Paris is great!

#male tf #reality change #male transformation #race change

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Crafting Excellence: Exploring the World's Best Barbershops

Introduction: In the realm of grooming, World Best Barbershop have long served as cultural hubs, where men gather not only for a haircut but also for camaraderie and conversation. Over the years, certain establishments have risen to prominence, earning recognition as the world's best barbershops. These establishments go beyond mere haircutting; they embody a commitment to craftsmanship, ambiance, and community. In this article, we embark on a journey to explore some of the finest barbershops around the globe, delving into their unique features, traditions, and the artistry that sets them apart.

The Importance of Tradition:

Barbershops have a rich history dating back centuries, where they were once revered as sanctuaries for grooming rituals and social exchange.

The best barbershops pay homage to this tradition while infusing modern elements to cater to contemporary clientele.

Examples of traditional practices upheld in esteemed barbershops, such as hot towel treatments, straight razor shaves, and meticulous attention to detail.

Craftsmanship and Skill:

At the heart of every exceptional world top barbershop lies a team of skilled craftsmen who are passionate about their trade.

Explore the rigorous training and apprenticeship programs that many top barbershops employ to maintain high standards of excellence.

Highlight the significance of continuous learning and innovation within the barbering profession, with master barbers often pushing boundaries and refining techniques.

Creating an Inviting Atmosphere:

Beyond the technical aspects, the ambiance of a barbershop plays a crucial role in shaping the overall experience.

Discuss the interior design elements favored by the world's best barbershops, from vintage d��cor to contemporary minimalism, each reflecting a distinct aesthetic.

Explore how music, lighting, and even aromas contribute to crafting a welcoming environment that encourages relaxation and conversation.

Community and Connection:

Barbershops serve as gathering places where friendships are forged, stories are shared, and bonds are strengthened.

Examine the role of barbers as confidants and advisors, offering more than just grooming services but also a listening ear and words of wisdom.

Highlight community initiatives and events hosted by top barbershops, demonstrating their commitment to giving back and fostering connections beyond the barber chair.

Global Inspirations:

Take a virtual tour around the world to discover some of the most renowned barbershops in different countries and continents.

Showcase iconic establishments known for their unique offerings, whether it's a classic British gentleman's club vibe or a trendy Brooklyn-style barbershop.

Celebrate cultural diversity within the barbering community, showcasing how traditions and techniques vary from one region to another, yet share a common thread of craftsmanship and passion.

The Future of Barbering:

As we look ahead, consider the evolving landscape of the barbering industry and how it continues to adapt to changing trends and technologies.

Discuss emerging concepts such as mobile barbershops, eco-friendly grooming products, and virtual consultations, and their potential impact on the traditional barbershop experience.

Despite these advancements, emphasize the timeless appeal of a visit to the barbershop as a cherished ritual that transcends generations.

Conclusion: In a world of rapid change, the enduring allure of the barbershop remains unwavering. Through a blend of tradition, skill, ambiance, and community, the world's best barbershops continue to captivate and inspire. As we celebrate these bastions of grooming excellence, let us remember that beyond the artistry of the haircut lies a deeper connection—a shared experience that enriches both barber and client alike.

#world top barbershop

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