#Johnny S. Black

[donospl]

Kurt Elling „Wildflowers, vol.1”

Edition Records, 2024 Od pomysłu, do wydania płyty w 7 dni? To przecież niemożliwe! No więc okazuje się, że owszem możliwe. I do tego można stworzyć tym czasie coś wyjątkowego. Album dostępny jest na Bandcampie Idea zakiełkowała w głowie Kurta Elinga w piątek 23 sierpnia. Trzy dni później, w poniedziałek, w studiu nagraniowym wokalista spotkał się z fantastycznym pianistą Sullivanem Fortnerem…

[falling-star-cygnus]

never in my life have i been so grateful that the Danny Phantom fandom refuses to fucking die -> thrive you glorious undead bastards

anywho, JOHNNY 13 Y'ALL

"Kitty."

"Mm?"

"Kitten."

"Yes?"

"Babe."

"What, Johnny?"

Scratchy stubble brushes Kitty's cheek as the man, in one of his clingy moods, adjusts on her shoulder.

"Whatcha doin?" the greasy man asks, like he didn't have two working eyes.

"My make-up, Johnny."

"How come? We're not goin' anywhere today."

She can feel him pause, useless breaths puffing against the skin of her neck as he nudges his nose under her jaw. Like a puppy begging for attention.

"Are we?"

They were not, but damn. He was cute like this. It wasn't often Johnny wrapped Kitty up in his arms all soft- koala like, instead of pushing some cool, slicked up image- but it was so nice.

Kitty was just a girl.

"...no," she eventually gives in, unable to keep the fondness out of her voice as she feels him grow antsy, "But a girl likes to feel pretty sometimes."

The soft brushes of peppered kisses against her neck come to a pause as he processes her words.

"You're always pretty, Kitty." he says, arms twitching around her waist as he stops himself from rocking them side to side, "Hah, that rhymed."

Dumb, stupid, charming man.

"Say that to my eyebags," Kitty pouts, and leans closer to the mirror to get her mascara just right, "Oh, you're lucky you don't have to deal with this, Johnny."

Really, whoever decided to give this greasy playboy the longest eyelashes known to mankind should be fired. Or given a raise.

Whichever was easier.

"Lucky, huh? Guess I need a new nickname."

And...

Kitty finds herself laughing. Despite it not even being a joke, she finds her lowering the wand from her eyelashes to giggle and squeeze his spindly hands. He grins against her neck as his girl reaches up to squeeze his cheeks.

"That was awful, 13," the biker chic teases.

"D'you think I should cover up my freckles?"

It comes so far out of left field that it's from another ballpark. Kitty feels her mirth shrivel up like a stage performer that's got the zorros.

"Johnny 13," Kitty starts, forcing him to face her, "Who told you that?"

Because what?

She'd kill them. On her afterlife, whoever planted such a blasphemous idea in her dear Johnny's head would get a tire to the teeth.

He, at the very least, as the decency to look sheepish.

"Nobody, nobody," he waves off, and privately- Kitty mourns the loss of his arms around her waist, "I just thought-"

"You thought wrong, greaser!"

Very wrong! She couldn't imagine Johnny without his freckles. That was like Johnny without his motorcycle, or- or Kitty without her fishnets!

It wasn't right!

"Was it the ghost boy?"

"Kitty.."

"Desiree? Ember? No, I bet it was Skulker."

"Kitten-"

"No! It was Penelope, wasn't it? She's always been-"

"Babe."

"WHAT, JOHNNY!?"

[your90s2000sparadise]

Happy 20th Anniversary to Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl- July 9, 2003

Back in select theaters for a limited time, the first in a series of blockbusters based on the Disneyland ride of the same name. Director Gore Verbinski and producer Jerry Bruckheimer really launched Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom and Kierra Knightley's careers with one of Disney's biggest franchises of all time. The red carpet premiere was an epic opening at Disneyland and reignited fans of the ride. It also was the first major film for Zoe Zaldanna, who played Ana Maria, a woman Jack owes a ship to. The first three film in the franchise (and arguably the best) grossed 2.68 billion dollars worldwide.

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

Ramones in 1989 with C.J. Ramone on the far right.

📸 Pat Blashill

[poppingmary]

Smoking hot Evelyn Keyes in “Johnny O’Clock” - 1947 and “99 River Street” - 1953

[b-e-l-l-a--l-u-n-a]

🎨 Art imitating Love. 🌋

[hairsprayqueen28]

Dinah

Summary: Ponyboy and Johnny save a colored girl from bullies.

Warnings: An ethnic slur is used

Parings: None

Racism and discrimination towards minorities was pretty bad in Oklahoma. Especially for the blacks that resided there. Hardly a day passed where Ponyboy did not witness some form of racism towards them and it honestly made him sick. Just a few days ago he saw a black man get put out of a restaurant because he was a ‘nigger.’ 

Ponyboy loved people of all ethnicities and while he wasn’t an activist for colored folks, he would stand up for them if given the chance because to him, they were ordinary people who deserved respect. Their skin color did not make them any less human. Johnny, of course, held the same beliefs as well as the rest of the gang. Even Dally, the punk who loves terrorizing people, including little children. 

Ponyboy fished around in his pants pocket looking for his pack of smokes. He was chilling at the DX with Johnny and was, as usual, craving some nicotine. He pulled out his Kools and took a cigarette out. He put the cancer stick between his lips and forgot he had left his lighter at home. 

“Johnny, do you have a light?” Ponyboy asked with the cigarette held between his teeth. 

“Sure man. Here you go.” Johnny pulled out his zippo lighter from his jacket pocket and lit Pony’s cigarette. 

“Thanks, Johnnycakes. Do you want to go to the lot? I’m getting bored of this place.” 

“Sure. I’m cool with that.” 

The two friends made their way towards the street leaving the DX and headed for their favorite hangout spot. As they walked through the streets, Ponyboy saw from across the street a young black girl probably around 8 or 9 years old surrounded by a group of white girls, who were also around the same age, a couple of blocks away from a grocery store. Stopping in his tracks, he watched to see what was going on. Johnny stopped walking and gave Ponyboy a confused look. 

“What’s wrong, Pone?” 

“Look.” Pony said pointing at the kids. 

Johnny looked to where he was pointing and saw some white kids bullying a little colored girl. They were pushing her around and one girl even pulled her hair making her cry out. 

“Why does your hair feel like that?” One white girl asked. “Yeah it feels weird.” Another chimed in. 

The black girl named Dinah felt tears burn her eyes and she tried to get away from these mean kids. 

“J-just leave me alone please. I need to get to the store..”

Dinah tried to move through them, but one of the girls tripped her and she fell flat on her face. Ignoring the laughs, she stood up rather wobbly and sped walked away from them. A girl picked up a small rock that was on the ground and threw it at Dinah’s back, making the others laugh. They all picked up some rocks and started throwing them at Dinah making her scream and run away with the girls at her heels. As she ran, she heard them chanting the word nigger over and over again. 

Pony, having seen and heard enough, put out his cigarette on the ground and went after the girls with Johnny right next to him. Dinah kept running and tripped over her feet landing hard on the pavement. The palms of her hands were stinging and the girls  chasing her hovered over her and started to kick and stomp her body. Dinah curled up in a fetal position from the pain of their kicks and stomps and shut her eyes tightly praying they would stop. A male voice shouting in the distance ceased their assaults and Dinah opened her eyes to see two teenage boys running up to them. 

“Get away from her you little brats!” 

“Yeah, leave her alone!”

The girls, seeing that the two boys are hoods, backed off and ran away leaving Dinah on the ground. Ponyboy and Johnny kneeled beside Dinah and carefully helped her off the ground. Dinah felt gentle hands lift her up and she faced two boys that were older than her. 

“Are you okay?” Ponyboy asked softly.  

Dinah sniffed and wiped her face with a little nod. 

Ponyboy squatted to get at her level and dusted the dirt off her purple dress. He looked her over for any injuries and reached out his hands to take her face into them.

“Are you sure? They were hurtin’ you pretty bad.” 

Dinah bit her trembling lip and felt tears spill down her cheeks. Ponyboy wiped them away with his thumbs and pulled her into a firm hug. He softly shushed into her ear and started to sway his body from side to side hoping the gentle motion would calm her. 

“Don’t cry, honey. It’s okay.” 

Dinah clung to him and buried her face into his shoulder getting a whiff of cigarette smoke. Ponyboy let her cry on him and Johnny just stood to the side silently watching the whole scene in front of him. When Dinah finished crying, she pulled away from Ponyboy and kept her face towards the ground. 

“Do you feel better?” Ponyboy asked, stroking her soft, black hair. 

“Y-yes..Thank you sir.” Dinah lifted her face from the ground and at Ponyboy, memorizing the boy who consoled her.    

“It’s no problem. What’s your name, baby?” 

“Dinah.” she said in a shy voice. 

“Dinah? That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.” Dinah gave Ponyboy a little smile upon hearing that. 

“Thank you. My mama named me after her favorite singer, Dinah Washington.”

“She was one of my mom’s favorite singer’s too. She would play her vinyl all the time while dancing around the living room with my dad.”  

“What’s your name?” 

“Ponyboy Curtis and this kid next to me is Johnny Cade. My best friend. Johnny gave Dinah a smile and a little wave. “Hi there.” Dinah giggled softly at Ponyboy’s name. 

“You have a funny name.” 

“It is kind of funny isn’t it? I have a brother named Sodapop.”

“Really?” 

“Yup. It says so on his birth certificate. So, what were you doing all by yourself, hm? It’s dangerous for little girls to be wandering around alone.” 

“I was on my way to the grocery store. I have to get my mama some stuff." 

“Would you like me and Johnny to come with you? We’ll keep you safe if those girls decide to come back.” 

“I would like that very much. Thank you.” 

Ponyboy stood up to his full height, wrapped an arm around her small shoulders and the trio made their way to the grocery store which was just up ahead. Ponyboy pushed open the door for Dinah and let her walk in first. Dinah grabbed a small basket from a rack next to the door and headed to the aisles to start shopping. Not wanting to stand in the middle of the store, Ponyboy and Johnny walked around looking through various items on the shelves and decided to purchase a few things for themselves. 

Grabbing a few candy bars and a six pack of coke, the two made their way to the cashier and Ponyboy paid for their stuff along with a pack of cigarettes. Dinah came up to them a few minutes later having finished her little shopping trip and placed her basket on the countertop. 

“Got everything you need for your mom, Dinah?” Ponyboy asked, stuffing two candy bars and his cigarette pack into his pants pocket. 

Dinah nodded her head with a smile. 

The cashier finished scanning her items and put them away in brown paper bags. He gave her an estimate and Dinah pulled out some money her mother gave her from her dress pocket, counted it out with a little help from Ponyboy, and gave the cashier the exact amount. Ponyboy handed her the two brown paper bags and the three exited the store walking back down the street. 

“Want me to carry those for you?” 

Dinah shook her head smiling up at Ponyboy. 

“No thank you. I can do it.” 

Dinah clutched the bags to her chest and looked up at Ponyboy and Johnny with a smile on her face. Johnny looked down at her and gave her a smile back. He reached out his hand and gently ruffled her black hair making her giggle. Ponyboy pulled out his pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and lit one up. Dinah looked at it curiously. She had seen her parents smoke before and wondered why they liked it so much. The smell of burning tobacco was overwhelming to her young nostrils and the smoke burned her eyes.  When Ponyboy’s smoke reached her nose she let out a cough making him look down at her. 

“You alright, baby?” 

Dinah cleared her throat with a wince and nodded. 

“Yes. The smoke is strong.” 

Ponyboy immediately took the cigarette out of his mouth. 

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’ll put it out."

He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stomped on it while Johnny pulled out a coke bottle from the pack he was carrying and opened the cap with his teeth. 

“Want a coke Dinah?” 

Dinah looked at the coke bottle Johnny was holding out to her and nodded her head eagerly. She did love soda. Ponyboy took the bags from her arms and Dinah happily grabbed the soda from Johnny’s hand. 

“Thank you.” She said to Johnny and took a swing from the glass bottle. 

“So where do you live, Dinah?” Ponyboy asked. 

“My neighborhood is just around the corner there.” 

The three made a left turn at the next block and entered a small neighborhood. It didn’t look very different from Ponyboy’s neighborhood except for the houses which looked a little bigger. Dinah spotted her house which was adjacent to them and pointed at it.   

“There's my house over there!” 

Ponyboy handed Dinah back her groceries and took the now empty coke bottle from her hands.  

“Okay. Here’s your groceries. You take care, okay?” 

“I will. Thank you for helping me.” 

Dinah set her bags down and gave Ponyboy and Johnny a quick hug goodbye and picked up her bags, making a run for her home. The two greasers made sure she got in the house safely before taking their leave and watched as Dinah’s mother opened the door after hearing knocking and let her in.  

Leaving the neighborhood, Ponyboy pulled out another cigarette from his pack and lit it up. Johnny stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked over at Ponyboy. 

“Are we still going to the lot?” 

Ponyboy blew out some smoke and shrugged his shoulders.  

“I don’t know. I kind of want to go back home now and look through my parent’s old vinyl's.” 

“You want to listen to music?” Johnny questioned. 

“For some reason, after knowing that Dinah is named after Dinah Washington, it made me want to listen to her music.” 

“Maybe it’s because your mom liked Dinah Washington.” 

“That could be it. Want to go to my house and play some music Johnnycake? We can smoke and drink those cokes while we listen. I'm sure Darry won’t mind” 

“I’ll cool with that, man.” 

The two made it to Ponyboy’s house and Darry greeted them on the way inside. Ponyboy headed to his parent’s bedroom, which was now Darry’s room, with Johnny right behind him and looked through the closet searching for a box of vinyl's and a record player. 

“What are you doing, Pony?” Darry asked from the doorway.

“I’m looking for mom and dad’s vinyl's. Me and Johnnycake want to listen to some music.” 

“They should be in that closet somewhere. Make sure you put them back when you two are done listening to them. Those vinyl's are expensive.” 

“We will Darry.” 

The eldest Curtis left them alone and Ponyboy finally found the vinyl's and record player on top of a shelf. Ponyboy carefully took them down and set them on the floor where he started to look through the vinyl's searching for Dinah Washington. 

“Lets see...Elvis, Peggy Lee, Ray Charles, The Platters, Fats Domino...here it is! Dinah Washington.” 

Ponyboy pulled out the vinyl and wiped the dust off the cover. 

“Let's play it in the living room.” 

Johnny picked up the record player and the two left Darry’s bedroom. Johnny set down the case of soda on the coffee table and hooked up the record player. Ponyboy placed the vinyl on the platter and moved the needle of the cartridge to the now spinning vinyl. He placed the needle on the edge of the record and jazz music started to play. Ponyboy and Johnny sat down on the couch letting Dinah Washington’s soulful voice singing “Embraceable You” fill their ears. Darry and Soda walked in having heard the music and smiled at the two sitting on the couch. 

“Mom loved this song. She and dad danced to it all the time.” Soda said leaning against the wall.   

“I know. It’s making me miss her and dad even more.” Ponyboy said with a touch of sadness in his voice.

The two brothers decided to join them with Soda sitting next to Pony on the couch and Darry sitting on the floor helping himself to a bottle of coke. Ponyboy felt good sitting there with his brothers and his best friend Johnny. He especially felt good after helping a colored girl. A colored girl who made him want to listen to a colored woman. 

[beevean]

Sonic and the Black Knight

Live Life

[histonics]

[possible-streetwear]

[closetofcuriosities]

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Mosquitohead Style Bootleg

[caffeineheroes]

☆ Sing a song of when I loved

The prettiest star ☆

[schlock-luster-video]

On October 16, 1998, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas debuted in Austria.

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

Johnny Ramone, 1976

 📷 Gus Stewart

[mitjalovse]

Many musicians with fluke successes decide to continue with their own work in spite of the latter not achieving the similar response as before, yet they weren't immune to the industry problems. C+C Music Factory kept going, until they finished in a litigation battle, which, if I recall correctly, continues to go on. However, their last album showed there might have shown a way for them in a possible future. You see, most of these dance outfit of the early 90's had really strong singles, yet their platters lacked cohesion. I'm not saying the last LP by Music Factory was strong, no, I'm merely saying they noticed the scene changed, so they responded to that. Still, no one paid attention to them at that time, since they had their chart climbers and that's all some saw in them.