#Disco Biscuits

[krispyweiss]

Song Review(s): Billy & the Kids with Daniel Donato & Kanika Moore - “Foolish Heart” -> “Scarlet Begonias” (Live, Aug. 16, 2023)

Following the Dead & Company template of giving John Mayer the mic when Oteil Burbridge is on stage, Billy & the Kids ceded “Foolish Heart” to Tom Hamilton while singer Kanika Moore was guesting with the band.

Retaining the original composition’s guitar and keyboard lines and nearly coming apart on the jam as spiraling guitars get looser rather than tighter, this version is messy. Hamilton’s atonal vocals only add to the musical malaise, which ends only when the band locks into a segue based around “Third Stone from the Sun” and the “Scarlet Begonias” reprise. It’s dark, brooding transition that eventually leads to a proper version of the latter with Moore on the mic.

Bright and shiny and full of joy, this “Scarlet” is astonishing. Not only for the way former Grateful Dead drummer Bill Kreutzmann and his acolytes retain the song’s essence while expanding its sonic palette, but in the contrasting quality between it and “Foolish Heart” on just-released pro-shot video from Maryland on Aug. 16.

Same band.

Different results.

Grade card: Billy & the Kids with Daniel Donato & Kanika Moore - “Foolish Heart” -> “Scarlet Begonias” (Live - 8/16/23) - C+/A

10/6/13

[rainbow-multishipper]

Fox x Neon should be disco biscuits because Fox is named for cookies and Neon likes to party!

*GASP*

YES, I LOVE THAT.

Also, an alternative: Dis-Cookies for the same reasons, hehe.

Thanks for the suggestion! Remember ask box is OPEN for Ship Summaries, Headcannon Requests and Ship Trials!

[thebowerypresents]

The Disco Biscuits – Brooklyn Steel – November 8, 2024

Out on the Northeastern part of their fall tour, jam-band stalwarts the Disco Biscuits got the weekend started on a high note with two sets at Brooklyn Steel on Friday, their first of two nights at the venue.

Photos courtesy of Lexi Yob | @filmbyyobby

[balonatee]

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[wclking-fire]

✿ tag 10 (or more) people your muse(s) want to get to know better. ✿

- favorite color(s): Black, pink and purple.

-  song stuck in their head:  Kvi Baba - TOMBI

-  3 favorite foods: Pickles, disco biscuits [not the drugs] and ramen.

- dream trip: I really don't know, maybe a weekend away with my partner to the Lake District. I went there when I was a kid and it was so peaceful.

- anything your muse want right now: Donuts.

tagged by: @metalheaduo tagging: You!

[digitaltourbus]

The Disco Biscuits' Jon "The Barber" Gutwillig - GEAR MASTERS Ep. 524

[krispyweiss]

Song Review: Billy & the Kids - “China Doll” (Live, April 27, 2023)

Molly Tuttle was in the driver’s seat, not only as vocalist but as lead instrumentalist, when Billy & the Kids performed “China Doll” April 27 in New Orleans.

Tuttle sounded entirely comfortable with the Grateful Dead ballad - singing Robert Hunter's words with grace and playing fluid acoustic guitar lines befitting Jerry Garcia’s music with a wise mix of homage and originality.

The rest of Bill Kreutzmann’s band provided supple musical support and channeled the Dead with less-than-ideal backgrounds. It’s a lovely version in spite of the imperfect wobbles and proves bringing Tuttle on board for this one-off gig to have been a sage move.

Grade card: Billy & the Kids - “China Doll” (Live - 4/27/23) - B

5/8/23

[melodieyvonne]

The Disco Biscuits Illuminate The Vogue

[fouldevil]

oh valium, my valium!

[balonatee]

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[digitaltourbus]

The Disco Biscuits' Aron Magner - GEAR MASTERS Ep. 519

[4th-make-quail]

"San Francisco. Psychedelics, disco biscuits, angel powders and young men."

-> interview with the vampire 02x05 || don't be afraid, just start the tape

[toomuchracket]

halloween (dad birthday party!matty x reader fluff)

a slightly late final day of promptober fic, featuring both your daughter's cat and her slay of a halloween costume. short and sweet. enjoy! <3

the cat shuffling around on matty's chest makes his eyes shoot open. fuck, had he really fallen asleep on the sofa, dozed off watching the football like his own dad, and his dad before him? christ. 

how embarrassing. he's not that old. 

blinking back into the realm of the conscious, matty squints at the score at the top left of the tv screen - still nil-nil, the same as it was fifteen minutes ago. that comforts him, despite the looming threat of a newcastle league relegation dependent on them winning this match. he's not old, he's just a tired man who fell asleep watching a boring game after a long, work-filled week. 

matty hums happily at that conclusion. the noise vibrates through his shirt-clad chest, making eloise - the ragdoll kitten so named after amy's latest literary obsession, the protagonist of a book series her mum brought home with her from new york - lift her little head and look at him curiously.

he stares back at her. "yes, madam?"

unsurprisingly, eloise doesn't dignify him with a verbal response. she nuzzles softly into his chest, though, and goes back to gently kneading his ribs with a purr, which makes matty smile. not so much at the cat herself, although he does like how comfortable eloise is with him, but rather thinking about how your six-year-old would react to the sight; she's been obsessed with the "eloise is making daddy biscuits!" joke since you told her about it last month, and every time she sees eloise's kneading in action she puts on the gleeful smile she also learned (well, inherited) from you.

you, now audibly walking towards the living room, voice humming what matty thinks is fantasy by mariah carey, heels clicking against the concrete steps. the latter noise threatens to bring up memories of another halloween the two of you had in this house, where you ended up in bed in nothing but your heels, and matty has to focus really hard on thinking about the chord changes in the former noise before the memories become a problem for him, for you, and for getting amy to this bloody school disco on time.

"hi, baby," you smile, wandering over and leaning down to kiss your husband. mayhem pads in behind you, plonking himself down by matty's feet. "good game?"

"not in the slightest. what a shit evening," matty sighs, doing his best to reach down and scratch mayhem's head without disrupting eloise's baking prep. "you look hot, though, babe. really hot."

he's not lying, or exaggerating. the dark grey suit jacket you're wearing is cool as fuck, interestingly structured, and the matching mini pencil skirt and sheer black tights are doing wonders for your legs. maybe matty's biased, because you're his wife and he loves you, but if he had to define "milf", he would take a picture of you right now and use that to do it concisely.

"thanks, baby," you giggle at matty, and he grins and leans up to kiss you again. fuck, he loves flustering you with compliments - always has, always will. "it's not too… corporate?"

matty shakes his head. "it's hot, babe, really."

"well, it is ysl. you look hot, too, by the way, as always," you wink, and matty's heart skips a beat. "although we'll need to lint roller you before we leave, i think, given that somebody's gotten a bit too comfy resting on you and you're wearing full black. yes, missy, i'm talking about you!"

eloise languidly lifts her head again, to look at your smiling face this time; she purrs quite happily when you caress her, but her little face is almost defiant, unapologetic about her choice of seat. matty laughs - softly, as not to startle her - and waves a hand carelessly. "leave her be, she's comfy."

"you know, that old saying really is true."

"what old saying?"

"that there's nothing quite so special as the bond between a dad and the pet they used to claim they didn't want," you smirk, running a hand through matty's hair.

"oi! i never said i didn't want eloise," matty frowns.

"of course not, sweetheart," you kiss your husband's head, and scoop the cat up like she's a baby. eloise purrs again when you rub her stomach. "anyway, she's been summoned by our oldest baby girl, so your outfit's safe for now. there's a lint roller in that random drawer in the kitchen - use that, then meet me in the hallway in three minutes?"

matty smirks. "ooh, a secret halloween rendezvous?"

"no, matthew," you roll your eyes, but smile anyway. "so your daughter can do a big costume reveal for us before we have to leave the house. she's insistent we get the full effect, fully commit to the vibe."

"oh, my baby," matty beams. "i think we're doing a great job raising her. even though your habit of being late to parties has turned out to be a genetic thing."

"yeah, yeah," for the second time in as many minutes, you roll your eyes; you're clearly not that irritated by matty, though, considering you bend down to kiss him as slowly as time pressures (and eloise) allow. "see you in two minutes."

"looking forward to it," matty calls as you leave the room, sighing at the way mayhem follows you without a second glance at him. he supposes he should be used to it by now - ever since you started coming over to hang out all those years ago, mayhem's been completely, totally, utterly devoted to you.

like father, like son.

and like father, like daughter, matty thinks, when he meets you in the hallway a couple of minutes and a quick cat hair removal session later. he can hear amy from round the corner, frantically directing her mum before she makes her appearance. "from the top, mum! and don't forget eloise!"

"alright," you call through cheerily, a total contrast to the grimace on your face - matty has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. "presenting… her royal highness, amelia mignonette thermopolis renaldi, princess of genovia! and," you have to check your phone for the next bit. "the royal kitty, sir fat louie."

matty grins as amy starts to make her way down the corridor towards them, resplendent in a pretty white off-the-shoulder dress with matching gloves, a tiara adorning her bunned hair; his smile widens at the sight of her black headphones, eloise (also wearing a crown) comically big in her tiny arms, and the ray-bans he got her for her birthday to match his own. the princess diaries had been another recent literary and cinematic obsession of amy's, and she was adamant princess mia was her costume of choice for the halloween disco at school. she was also adamant her parents were going to be a part of it, too, which is why you're in your version of charlotte the PA's corporate chic outfit, and matty was forced to dig out an old leather blazer from the at their very best tour to loosely cosplay as joe the security guy.

he doesn't mind in the slightest, though - seeing his little girl smiling so big and having the time of her life is all that really matters to matty, and he'd do anything to make it happen. he's the same when it comes to you; he just loves his girls so much.

and he tells you both that when amy reaches the pair of you, curtseying demurely as you cheer and promptly burping dramatically immediately afterwards. yep. she's your collective offspring, alright.

"so," amy begins, putting eloise (who scampers off to bed) on the ground (with a "thank you for being part of this, eloise! i wish you could come with me, but i'll see you later)". "do you like my costume, dad?"

"i love it, munchkin," matty grins, kneeling to be level with amy. "you look beautiful. but also really cool! s'a perfect outfit for you, i think."

amy nods seriously. "i think so too," she turns to you, barrelling into your legs for a cuddle. "thank you for helping sort it for me, mummy."

"you're welcome, my girl. but," you tilt your head towards matty. "it wasn't me who got your glasses, the most iconic part!"

"oh yeah," amy launches herself into matty's arms, snuggling into him. his baby! he doesn't want to ever let go. "thanks, dad."

"that's alright, munchkin," matty catches a glimpse of his watch - the fancy one you bought him for christmas - over his daughter's head. "listen, my beautiful girls, we'd better get a move on if we want to get to the disco on time. coats on, please."

it's a sign of how excited amy is that she doesn't dispute putting a coat on and covering up her fancy outfit; instead, she just rambles on about her costume and her friends' planned costumes and how excited she is for the snacks and to see if any of her favourite songs are played. you and matty half-listen and half-swoon at how adorable she is, glancing at each other with little smiles on your faces as you begin the drive to the school.

one particular question of hers does pique your attentions, however. "see the foot pop at the end of the film when they kiss? is that a real thing?"

the car goes awkwardly silent as you and matty look at each other, truly unsure how to respond. matty does first. "it's certainly something you don't need to know for a good few years - decades, even."

amy's indignant. "i'm only asking, dad, i'm not going to kiss a boy! they have germs!"

"that's my girl!" you laugh, turning to wink at her; when you turn back to the front, your gaze locks onto matty's pretty face. "but yes, munchkin, it's a real thing. not for everyone, but it's real."

"even for you and dad?"

matty takes your hand and brings it to his lips. "definitely real for us, yeah."

"gross."

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi! For the event I would like to do something with lee!suna and ler!miya twins ehheheh.

My headcannon was that the Miya twins try to tell jokes to see if any one of them can get Suna to smile or laugh. But then they gave up and tried something else to get their fellow teammate to laugh instead.

I hope that’s okay! Have a great day/night!

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

Lee!Suna, Lee!Suna, LEE!SUNA AHHHHHHH! :D Oh this is perfection! I've gotcha covered, anon!

CW: swearing!

“Hey, what do you call an emergency joke?”

“A jest in case. You’ve told me this already.” Suna rolled his eyes, trying not to smile at the twin’s collective groans. They’ve been on a comedy high as of late- apparently Kita had a soft spot for bad puns and jokes, leading to the twins believing they were comedy gods.

Suna wasn’t gonna let himself break over the lowest form of comedy.

Even if he had to admit farts sometimes got him.

“Come on, Suna! You have to admit that was a good one!” Osamu whined, trying and failing for a puppy dog stare.

“Stop making that face, you look constipated.” Astumu waved him off, avoiding a swat as he considered their next move. “Okay- try this one out? How do you make an octopus laugh?”

“....” Suna just stared at him. Another bad joke. “Ten-”

“TEN-TICKLES!” The twins both yelled at the top of their lungs, grabbing an arm each and latching tickly fingers into his ribs. Suna startled at the feeling, puffing his cheeks as he tried squirming away. “See? You’re laughing already!”

“Look, he’s gonna smile! He’s gonna laugh!”

Suna was starting to understand why Kita found their jokes funny. “S-Shut up! Gehehet off, you jeheheherks!” He growled, a few giggles slipping out as they focused their energy onto the spaces between his ribs. Atsumu was using a sharp prodding technique, bouncing up and down his side. Osamu on the other hand was far more gentle, pawing at his ribs with curled fingers like a cat making biscuits. “Cuuhuhuht it ohoohohout!”

“He’s laughing! He’s laughing!” The twins cheered in glee, laughing alongside him as they brought him down to a knee. Then two knees. Eventually, Suna was laying half curled on the gymnasium floor while they scratched and prodded at his torso, telling bad jokes the entire time.

“Two cannibals were eating a clown-”

“I went to a sea-food disco!”

“Does this taste funny to you?”

“Mussels!”

Suna felt like he was going to die. Death at the hands of these two idiots and their terrible jokes.

And then- his savior arrived.

“Up you go.” Aran grabbed both of their shirts, lifting the twins off of Suna with ease. “Give the man a break, you two- Suna’s only got two lungs.”

“Ah! Aran! Put us down!” Atsumu cried out, kicking his feet like an entrapped cat.

“Wanna hear some bad jokes?” Osamu offered, grinning when said boy gave him a raised brow.

“Later. Maybe. Practice is over- get your butts home.” Aran released them, shooing them away with a small laugh. He turned back to Suna, offering a hand. “Come on, man- up and at em.”

“Heheh..hehhe..th-thahhanks.” Suna nodded as he was pulled to his feet, his shoulder slapped affectionately.

“No problem.” Aran suddenly grew quiet. Suna was about to ask why when he felt a sudden finger in his upper ribs.

“SHIHIHT!” He yelped, flailing forward before turning with a heavy glare. “Aran, you son of a bitch!”

“Pfft- gehahahahaha!” The older boy cackled, clapping his hands at the reaction. “You really are that ticklish, huh? That’s amazing!” He raised his hands, fingers wiggling. “Suna~”

“Hell no- get back!” The middle blocker ran, leaving behind the sound of Aran’s mirth as he sprinted for home. When he eventually realized he wasn’t being chased, he let out a breathless laugh.

“Bahahstard.” He grunted, no real malice in his tone.

[deermouth]

It's kinda wild to me that I haven't seen any posts talking about how two of Louis's most horrifying moments occurred while he was Extremely under the influence of various substances. His consent to be turned into a vampire is dubious for a lot of reasons but I feel like no one ever mentions the fact that he was stumbling, sobbing drunk at the time. And his suicide attempt in 1973 came in the wake of nearly a whole human's volume of blood laced with 10hrs worth of ample uppers and downers combined. Like. There's a lot to talk about Louis's psyche but I just feel like I haven't seen people considering "psychedelics, disco biscuits, angel powders, and young men, almost every night I lived there," in any character analysis. In Dubai this isn't something he makes use of, but I think it is crucial to his character to acknowledge that Louis has struggled with addiction both before and after vampirism (maybe Anne Rice says vamps can't be addicts, idk, but, look at what the show is doing) and that it is imo as important an aspect of his PTSD as his hallucinatory symptoms.

[deweydecimalchickens]

Election liveblogging is here, and I have woken up from my disco nap to that twat Galloway losing his seat. Also Reform have gained Ashfield. Cracking open the ambivalent drink and biscuits.