#Goldwash

[hugaldho]

Lonely Summer.

[luvwich]

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tagged by @fly-amanitaa: hands, beautiful, agitated, blurred, drunk

She slipped her hands over his, her gaze shifting to the postcard view out the window. It was seven in the morning and the sun was creeping jealously over the city, burning bright and boisterous in its wide blue cradle. The day ahead would be clear and hot.

“This thing with you and me,” she murmured.

(arpeggio ch. 9 and when i tell you i screamed when i saw how many times i write hands eighty times in the same two paragraphs fhghg)

The ride up to the highway overlook where Reyes took his meetings was a treacherous and nauseating series of S-curves, demanding every bit of a driver's attention, even more so on motorcycle. Rounding the last bend, Mike saw first the lazy splay of the city below, goldwashed by the sun. With the stench and detritus of the streets at a red hawk’s distance, Night City looked as beautiful as it pretended to be.

(jaded ch. 9)

She pressed play, and River Ward sprung back to life. He was animated, agitated. Needed to talk to the mayor’s chief of security and it could not wait. Refusing to take no for an answer, he pushed past the first guard. V spotted another man slipping through the security gates, but the guard whose recording she was watching took no notice.

(etude)

Focus. Breathe. Shit. Shit. He clawed at an airhypo from his utility belt and slammed it into his arm, buying himself thirty to forty seconds of lucidity during which he carefully snipped the razor wire away with his utility knife, freeing himself. Glints of the vengeful wire poked out of his pant leg, still embedded in his calf. He felt warmth around his foot, realizing after a moment that his boot was filling with blood.

His vision blurred. Focus. He watched a cockroach scuttle over the toe of his boot. Losing a lot of blood here. Dizzy. Eisenhower. Industrial. The same place Pa died. Funny. No. Focus. Where’s the nearest ripperdoc.

(jaded ch. 7)

The knife lobbed from his hand like a drunk man flopping belly-first into water. It didn’t even touch a target, ugly clanks ringing in the air as it fell to the ground. V trotted over to retrieve it as Randy jammed the toe of his sneaker into the dirt, scowling.

“The knife moving through the air isn’t the important part,” she said, handing it back to him. “It’s everything that happens before the knife leaves your hand.”

“You’re trying to tell me I need to become one with the knife, or something?” Randy rolled his eyes.

“Look, you asked me to teach you. You can just go rent some braindances about it if you don’t like my methods.”

(arpeggio ch. 24)

[dipstick-university]

This morning I saw Neil Gaiman's post on the passing of folk revivalist Melanie (may she RIP), and in listening to her music, I was pulled into re-reading the Woodstock wiki page, where she was one of only three solo acts by a woman. As an aging anarchist, I find everything about the hippie movement devastating and beautiful and sad. So much of my own activism is built on the knowledge that came out of their leftist struggles and failures. These are not the hippies of 1990's TV, with their neutered anti-nukes peace sign and stoner tropes, but the brilliant movement that brought us seismic cultural shifts, media like Harold and Maude and Sesame Street, and the modern music festival.

Woodstock was kind of silly--it only happened as it did because the organizers had to choose between building a stage or having fences, and they decided on the former. But when you subtract all the people that were there just to get laid or for a good time, you still have tens of thousands of political idealists. It was four days of logistical chaos for 450,000 people, but little mention has come out of it of fighting or sexual assault. I'm not trying to goldwash it--those things happened. Melanie was one of only three women allowed on that stage by themselves. But Woodstock still existed with a clear sense of meaning and hope, and the individuals there seemed to carry that with them.

In 2010, I spent three days at an Earthdance festival and was horrified at how misogynist it felt. The man who paid for my ticket cried because I wouldn't sleep with him. Someone told yelled 'cute girl you got there' at him as I tried to practice my guitar. In the final act of the festival, India Arie threw off her wig as she declared 'I am Not My Hair,' affirming her right to exist in the moment, however she saw fit. I wished for her sense of confidence, to be me and be there, but it didn't matter. I still wanted to be anywhere else.

I have to remind myself that things like this happened at Woodstock. But at Earthdance, I was 22, a feminist armed with the words to describe my poor treatment and, most importantly, jaded. Earthdance seemed to have no real agenda outside of getting high and listening to music. This is fine to do, but that it was cloaked in some antiquated idea of 'peace' infuriated me. Peace meant a lot of things, but it wasn't this limpid "pacifism" of filling the air with the wet hay smell of marijuana smoke and calling it good. Around that same time, I read how Millenials were 'optimistic' as a generation. It sounded similar to how those starry-eyed hippies felt in the summer of 1969. I wanted that for myself, to look to the future and feel hope. Fifteen years after reading about optimistic Millenials, I can't remember any of that optimism, only the slog of watching nuanced political concepts turn into undefined sludge online before a full appropriation by ad-makers. Pair that with the inane, incessant leftist internet infighting, and its almost enough to call it a day. How much more political dissatisfaction would have happened if the hippies had internet in 1970? I don't have a good wrap-up for this. (I'm writing this instead of journaling this morning, and my journal entries usually also have no good conclusion.) Maybe it's that I have to pull from the joy people still feel towards the hippy movement. That I want to make activism and art in my life that reflects those levels of joy, of longevity, of a desire for a better world, and to remember this era as fondly as I can. As one youtube commenter said: "The hippy in me will never die. What a great time to be alive."

[sillysymbol]

robbing goldwasher

[beautiful-noises]

subway submarine

[listen here]

i. soup's up john myrtle/ ii. goldwing billie eilish/ iii. tides lionel boy/ iv. new summer days ryan scott/ v. deep water okey dokey/ vi. don't go slippin' away the brook & the bluff/ vii. floated by peter cat recording co./ viii. on the hob john myrtle/ ix. tossin' my troubles proxima parada/ x. miles under water bardo/ xi. floatin' cool company & nic hanson/ xii. aquarium mac miller/ xiii. flat earth surfing, pt. 2 goldwash/ xiv. dark at the end of the tunnel the texas gentlemen/

[aboutanimation]

BONITA – The South Hill Experiment feat. Buck Raines from Something Savage on Vimeo.

Directed by Daniel Savage somethingsavage.com instagram.com/somethingsavage

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BONITA – The South Hill Experiment feat. Buck Raines

South Hill & Friends on streaming: she.ffm.to/sheandfriends S/H/E:

/ the_south_hill_experiment Buck Raines:

/ ryraines Baird:

/ baird._ Goldwash:

/ goldwashmusic

southhillexperiment.com/

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LYRICS:

Lay it on, lay it on, you’ll be okay Play a song, play a song, when you’re lonely (lonely) Chase on, chase on, when it’s flowing Take it on, take in on, for the knowing

Bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita Bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita Bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita And when you’re all done Go back to step one

Lay it on, lay it on, you’ll be okay Play a song, play a song, when you’re lonely (lonely) Chase on, chase on, when it’s flowing Take it on, take in on, for the knowing

Bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita Bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita Bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita Bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita Bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita Bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita Bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita, bonita And when you’re all done Go back to step one

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Written and recorded by Baird Acheson, Gabriel Acheson, Ryan Raines, Mano Ruiz, and Tim McNalley between Ensenada, MX and South Hill Studios, Los Angeles, CA Produced by The South Hill Experiment and Ryan Raines

[themonopolyhat]

so i haven't tagged my mermay wip for codywan yet, and i am dying to. it won't be the main pairing, cody hasn't even appeared on screen yet, and it'll be a while before he meets obi-wan, but that ship is *thanos voice* inevitable.

(they will be insane about each other from the start, the goldwash fleet marshal and his magical fish man, waaauuugghhh throws myself into a trashcompactor)

[whataweekmixtape]

WHAT A WEEK NUMBER SIX

Listen here:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6uGsC1A8g7YrBIyk8kkPFF?si=ec850abf045c4839

The South Hill Experiment, Baird, Goldwash - Unit 119

Orla Grtland - Kiss Ur Face Forever

Cusp - You Can't Do It All

John Andrews & The Yawns - Never Go Away

Red Theme - Bronwyn

Gee Tee - 40k

Good Morning - Shameful Thing

Grady Strange - Flowers Surround You

Jazmine Mary - Wet Mouth

Mustard Service - Song for Marco

FIZZ - As Good As It Gets

Don't Stop or We'll Die - Tumbling Squares of Blue

Pardoner - I Wanna Get High To The Music

Wilco - Evicted

Dear Nora - scrolls of doom

Dream Sitch, Michael Nau, Floating Action - Knots

Loveseat Pete - Feed the Ducks

RIBBON STAGE - Playing Possum

Junior Mesa - Caroline

Dutch Interior - I'll Be Damned

Hether - My Funny Valentine

[ialessandroposts]

Møme - Møment II (Live Session / Los Angeles) ft. Ricky Ducati, Goldwash

[beadsofparadisenyc]

How positively OUTSTANDING is this Waziri antique Temporal Ornament Set in Silver with Gold Wash being modeled by Ashley?! Coming to us from the early to mid 20th century, these beauties were made with fine tribal silver 80% or higher with a quality gold wash in Waziristan, Pakistan. They would add such an amazing element to any outfit you pair them with! #temporalornament #hairornament #waziristan #pakistan #pakistani #pakistanijewellery #tribalsilver #80percentsilver #goldwash #vintage #vintagejewelry #vintagehairaccessories #hairaccesories #headpiece #vintageheadpiece #gorgeous #culture #fashion #style #styleinspiration #fashionphotography #editorial #styleinspo #love #handmade #shop #nyc #unionsquare (at Beads of Paradise NYC) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7ZMHZ_h7wL/?igshid=9c6mof37kdwp

[iheartmoosiq]

The person Goldwash is singing to on his new single might not want to “feed the fire anymore”, but he sure has a lot of future soul fire to feed our ears on his swooning new track. This should come as no surprise, considering the molten elation this Los Angeles talent has brought us with his luxuriant music in the past. You Don’t Wanna Feed The Fire Anymore fuses smoky psychedelia with dreamy, doo-woppy soul and simmering beats in a way kind of like Yellow Days gone Tom Misch and HONNE. Gabe Acheson, the man behind Goldwash, drew on his background in jazz piano and barbershop singing to set his satiny melting mood. 

[punchland]

Goldwash – Rhythm Is Frozen https://ift.tt/2nq2ucY

[cruelrhythm]

i missed you.