#Julian Taylor

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Soft winter sky , Périgord - Julian Taylor

British , b. 1954 -

Acrylic on canvas . 55 38 cm.

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Julianne Moore as Julian Taylor in Children of Men (2006)

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They tried to bury us but they didn’t know we were seeds ~ Julian Taylor 

“Seeds” from his new album ‘Beyond The Reservoir’

https://juliantaylormusic.ca/music

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REVIEW: Julian Taylor “Pathways”

REVIEW: Julian Taylor “Pathways” @juliantaylormusic @allisonrussellmusic @americanahighways #americanamusic #americanahighways @pathways #newmusic2024 @colinlindenmusic #musicreviews

Julian Taylor – Pathways Julian Taylor has a new album Pathways, produced by Colin Linden.  Julian crafts poetic folk and bluesy songs with an easy style and lyrics with optimism and just a touch of lovelorn weariness, the kind that those of us who’ve been through it instantly recognize.  With a track featuring Allison Russell on duet vocals, the songs are serious, engaging, uplifting, and stay…

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Indigenous Music Education Program Launch

Toronto, ON – September 16, 2024 – In celebration of the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, we are thrilled to announce the launch of our groundbreaking Indigenous music education program. This innovative initiative is designed to enrich understanding and appreciation of Indigenous cultures through music, and our inaugural program will feature the talents of acclaimed songwriter Julian…

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"Americana-Cana-Cana-Cana Chameleon … "

Plunger's first encounter with Julian Taylor was the consummate sunny funk of 2019’s Avalanche; our next, 2020’s The Ridge, saw him in full rustic Country troubadour mode (carried off with equal aplomb) ... and then we discovered the rockier vibes of Desert Star! So we did wonder which version of Julian we’d see at The Water Rats in Kings Cross last week… as it turned out, all of them, and more. 

With a very personable stage presence, Julian introduced pretty much every track with a pertinent anecdote. A philosophical preamble on the nature of ‘family’, both personal and in the wider sense, led into the mellow country of Human Race, written for his sister: a perfect vehicle for his treacly Old School ‘Little Green Apples’ vocal, beautifully resonant at lower registers (and not too far from his normal speaking voice), impressively impassioned in the higher closing peaks. Be With You, inspired by the local kids-with-cancer-summer-camp was followed by the last of this solo acoustic introductory trio, the finger-picked bouncy backporch cakewalk 100 Proof, written with a friend to commemorate their respective grandfathers reaching 101, in the final chorus of which Julian seemed to be overwhelmed by emotion.

Julian was joined by Michele Stodart (whose short expressive solo set had opened proceedings) on bass, Rae Vennan on guitar and Siân Monaghan on drums, for the farmstead-childhood-inspired The Ridge: eerie slide (from Rae's dobro, slung bluegrass-style) and cymbal swells introducing a rattling country beat and killer three-part harmony chorus. The darker underlying themes of Seeds (the murderous exploitation of First Nation Americans and Black Africans) were delivered in a resolutely upbeat and optimistic Jackson Browne Cali-bustle, with sophisticated rhythms and fine harmonies. This also featured the first (of several) enthusiastic crowd participation spots! There was more Eaglesy Americana too in the mid-paced amble of Wide Awake’s journey from country boy rural pride to open-minded awareness.

Soft-mallet drums, piano accents (from Rae doubling on keys) and liquid bass propelled Ballad Of A Young Troubadour Julian’s recounting of teenage hitch-hiking adventures (“I think I wanted to be Jack Kerouac!”), its vocalised hook an ideal situation for more crowd participation. Rooted in the aftermath of a serious car accident (“I was OK really but I wrote off the car my grandfather got me”) Opening The Sky’s 'lessons of life to pass to the next generation' had an appropriately big sky jangle, subtle keys and bass underpinning, tom-rich drums, and levels of love for land and family rarely seen outside the likes of Lynyrd Skynrd!

Julian’s last song on acoustic before switching to a Telecaster for the remainder of the show was the bustling Mariachi-spiced Love Enough, full of mMexicali drama, Julian’s vox rich in Orbisonesque impassioned vibrato.

Back Again, celebrating rebirth/reawakening (in nature and in people) mixed breezy West Coast vibe with finger-snapping 50s bobby sox swing, topped with smooth soulful vocals. Siân switched from mallets to sticks to bring added oomph - aided by Rae’s choppy rhythm guitar - to the gospel-tinged country rock of Desert Star (Who Could Ask For Anything More) which included a nice vocalised ‘lead break’. 

Probably not very right on of us, but Plunger couldn’t help think of Robert Palmer��s Addicted To Love during Sweeter, its fuzzy slinky pulse (ZZ) Topped with Rae’s effective wah-wah Telecaster work; and the heavy, punchy, funk of Just A Little Bit evoked Prince-meets-Hall & Oates (particularly the latter, vocally) with the band vocalising the missing horn charts! A false ending to the latter preceded a driving disco-drum-driven coda, with the crowd this time dragooned into adding the horn phrases while Julian latino-rapped over the top. Introduced as “a little bit country, a little bit rock’n’roll, a little bit soul” Set Me Free’s relentless snare-powered Satisfaction beat allowed Julian to show off a gritty Neil Diamond / Bruce Springsteen rasp.

A chance encounter in a bar (and a chance encounter with a campfire) inspired the loping bass-led lascivious disco soul sleaze of Bobbi Champagne (providing a rare chance to hear a crowd of respectable middle-aged Brits bellowing ‘What’s my name? Bobbi Champagne’!) and an ex-partner’s love of “really ugly sweaters” was the spark for Be Good To Your Woman - a sweet, piano-backed, bluesy 60s soul number. The set closed with the storming Funkadelic-cum-Hendrix swagger of Zero To Eleven, but the crowd wouldn’t let him go without an encore: a highly sophisticated drum intro heralded the syncopated N’awlins beat and cracking harmonies of what Plunger *thinks* was Time from Avalanche (sadly we can’t be certain as our attention was hindered at this point by someone kicking over our pint… fair play though, he bought us another one). 

A thoughtful, often thought-provoking, performance from an artist whose low-key down home honest interactions instantly established a warm rapport with his audience, and whose songwriting skills and vocal dexterity (apparently across whichever genre takes his fancy) are second to none.

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Julian Taylor New York Vintage Sheath Dress l Size 6

Julian Taylor New York Sheath Dress: Simply beautiful vintage 90’s Sheath dress features lace detailing, matching belt, short sleeves, back zipper, back kickback.

Size: 6

Color: Peach, black.

Material: Unknow the tag was removed. Feels like a polyester blend. There a some stretch.

Condition: Pre-owned, No visible flaws or stains. In excellent condition!

SKU 420jf

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La Barge , Ubaye - Julian Taylor

British , b. 1954 -

Acrylic on canvas . 60 x 60 cm.

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Giving up?

*Also posted on ff.net.

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Song Review - Julian Taylor  “Murder 13” from the album Beyond The Reservoir

Somehow along the line…I have managed to miss out on Taylor’s music up to this point.  Beyond The Reservoir came across during one of my recent journeys through Bandcamp, mostly looking for tracks from artists north of the border.   Since then I have continued checking out his music…quite an enjoyable journey so far.   Now some will say I am highlighting this one due to its baseball…

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ONE TREE HILL | 7.22 ⸺ "Almost Everything I Wish I'd Said the Last Time I Saw You" (2010)

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The kids will some day be fine.

Cw. Blood on the second picture:

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Key to the Highway: Julian Taylor

Key to the Highway: Julian Taylor @juliantaylormusic @americanahighways #keytothehighway #musicianinterviews #coffee #hauntedhotel #thinlizzy #rosario #buddyguy #juniorwells #advice #happybirthdayeveryday #newmusic2024 #lionsmane

Julian Taylor photo by Fredric France Indies Keeping Secrets Americana Highways’ Key to the Highway series Fans always clamor to learn more about their favorite, most beloved musicians and those who travel with them. There’s such an allure to the road, with its serendipity, inevitable surprises, and sometimes unexpected discomforts. This interview series is a set of questions we are asking some…

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fortnight | julian alvarez

summary: you have to leave england in fifteen days for your dream job but then you met julian at a party

warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk

word count: 1,4k

a/n: this is my first attempt writing a one shot with low inspo so is not great but is kinda cute (also english is not my first language so there might be mistakes, sorry!)

the tortured athletes department series

you had managed to secure your dream job in barcelona fc and even though it was what you always wanted since you started your college path all those years ago, it also made you a bit sad that you were leaving england. chelsea has been your home for the past years, working with their male football club and making so many friends, including one enzo fernandez. he was probably your closest friend in the whole club since he was one of the very few that speak spanish so you both connected immediately. when you told him the news that you were moving he was incredibly proud of you and supportive, which made you feel grateful for having him as your friend.

“you know, we should celebrate that you got your dream job.” he said over lunch.

it was the first week of international break, where the guys would take a few weeks from playing in the european leagues and instead, they would be playing for their home countries.

“what do you suggest?” you asked. “hit a club with the guys?”

you and enzo were still in england since the argentina club was playing on chelsea for their first international match and you had to leave for barcelona in fifteen days.

“we could definitely do that.” he nodded with his signature smile. “i was also having some of the guys from the club over tonight, wanna come?”

“i thought most of them left already.” you frowned.

“from argentina.” he clarified. “most of them are here already so i was thinking of a chill reunion.” he smiled through his glass of water while you arch a brow.

“since when are your reunions chill?” you asked, skeptical. enzo just laughed. “is valentina gonna be there?” you smiled with anticipation. enzo’s girlfriend has lately become a very close friend of yours as well.

“yes, she’ll be there.” he rolled his eyes with a smile. he would joke saying that you were his friend first but it was valentina whom you had a stronger bond with.

“then of course i’ll go!” you said with enthusiasm, as if your mind wasn’t already set the moment he mentioned it.

if there was something about enzo, he knew how to party.

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you knocked on enzo’s apartment door with a bottle of tequila on your hands that you knew for a fact was gonna be empty in an hour. he opened the door and greeted you with a smile, hugging you and inviting you to come in.

“everyone’s in the living room” the said while guiding you.

you arrived a bit later than he asked you to so you were convinced all of his friends were already there. you heard the noise of glasses clinking and voices laughing before you saw the group of people seated around the room. the apartment looked almost too small for the amount of people reunited at the same place. you recognized some of them from previous games, but you couldn’t place all of the guys. you assumed the women there were probably their girlfriends or wifes.

“y/n!” valentina jumped out of the couch were she was speaking to a gorgeous brunette to hug you.

“hey, you.” you smiled, hugging her back.

“guys this is y/n.” since everyone’s eyes were on you after valentina called your name, enzo introduced you. “she’s my friend.”

“hi.” you said, a slight shy smile on your face.

“come, sit down.” valentina guide you to the only place on the couch that was free, next to a guy about your age that you didn’t recognize. she sat down where she previously was and introduced you to the brunette girl and the guy next to her while everyone else went back to their conversations. “this is oriana and her boyfriend paulo.”

“nice to meet you.” you said, recognizing the guy from an italian club.

the three of them start making conversation with you, asking you questions about yourself and your job to get to know you a bit better. valentina told them about your friendship with her and enzo and your new job at barcelona.

“barcelona, that’s so cool!” oriana said with a spark on her eyes and she seemed genuinely happy for you.

“thank you!” you answered, equally excited. “it’s been my dream since forever.”

“when do you start?” paulo asked.

“oh i have to be there in two weeks.”

enzo interrupted your chat to ask you what you wanted to drink. you had to turn to your left to see him and finally locked eyes with the guy sitting at your side this whole time. he had chocolate eyes and was talking to the guy sitting next to him, but he was now looking at you. instead of answering enzo's question, you smiled at him.  

“what are you drinking?” he lifted his beer.

“heineken.” he answered somewhat shy and you nodded. your cheeks blushed a little at the sound of his voice.

“is it good?” you asked stupidly, wanting to hear his voice again. he smiled.

“yeah, it’s good.” you imitate him and looked at enzo.

“a heineken i guess.”

“i though you wanted some of the tequila you brought?” he asked instead.

“oh!” valentina interjected. “i make some killer margaritas.” she looked at you with big pleading eyes. you chuckled and instead of answering her, you turned to the guy on your left again.

“should we try them?”

“oh for sure.” he said convinced. “i’ve tried them before, they’re great.”

“margaritas then.” you smiled at valentina and she went straight to the kitchen with enzo. you looked back at him, finding his eyes on you already. “what is your name?”

“julian.” he said, drinking the last bit of his beer. “you’re y/n, no?” you nodded. “how do you know enzo?”

you went on to explain the story of how you meet and then julian told you his. the conversation with him flowed easily, he was a bit shy at first but once he let loose he was really funny, you found yourself laughing at all of his jokes and fixing your hair more times than usual. and you really, really liked the sound of his voice. is this what having a crush feels like? you haven’t had one in so long you actually might’ve forgotten.

“margaritas for two.” the sound of valentina’s voice interrupted your talk as she handed you your drink.

“thank you.” you said taking a sip. it was rather strong, but just as good as both valentina and julian had promised. “this is very good.” you complimented and your friend smiled, satisfied.

in no time, the one margarita became two and then three and julian and you were definitely tipsy. not drunk enough to be embarrassing but definitely enough to lose all shame.

“you have a beautiful smile.” he said suddenly. you smiled unconsciously. “sorry if it’s too straightforward, i’ve wanted to say that since i saw you.” you shook your head.

“no, it’s fine, thank you.” you felt your cheeks blush a little and thanked enzo internally for keeping the lights dim on the apartment.

“can i confess something else now that i’m a little drunk?” you were a bit surprised to see what a couple of margaritas could do to get rid of his shyness, but you couldn’t complain.

“please.” you encouraged him.

“i hate that i just met you and now you’re leaving to spain.” he said. “i wish i met you sooner.” he took a sip from his third margarita and you did the same.

“you know, i still have two weeks here.” you gave him a knowing look and he returned it. “when are you free?”

“tomorrow.” he answered a bit too fast and you smiled the way he liked. he composed himself and clear his throat. “i mean, yeah, any time until the game, which is in four days.” you nodded while drinking again. “which you should come to, but the way.”

“enzo invited me to the game.“ you said because you forgot to tell him sooner.

“oh, then i guess i can see you the whole week.” this time you laughed and he smiled a little.

the feeling was a bit strange because you’ve know julian for about three hours now, but you felt like you’ve know him for years and you wanted to hang out with him as much as he wanted to hang out with you. he was interesting and smart and funny and, fortunately for you, incredibly handsome.

“deal.” you said, finishing your margarita.