#Live Music in Louisville

[haveacupofjohanny]

Throwback Thursday: A Night of Surprises at Bad Bunny's Concert at the KFC Yum! Center

I'm taking you back to this past Monday. Come with me to relive a memorable date night at the Bad Bunny concert at the KFC Yum! Center, featuring unexpected turns and a deep connection with the music and message of Bad Bunny. #mostwantedtour2024

Date Night Prelude at Jeff Ruby’s Steakhouse It’s been a while since our last date night, so I had to do it big. My husband loves a good steak, so we started the love fest at the renowned Jeff Ruby’s Steakhouse near the KFC Yum! Center in Louisville, KY. While my husband is not a fan of Bad Bunny, he’s a fan of mine, and we anticipated an awesome night and a joyful experience. Little did we know…

[nugothrhythms]

"Communicate With The Living" by Louisville, Kentucky-based gothic rock band The Kentucky Vampires off of their 2018 self-titled debut album

[josielyndphotography]

True Norwegian Black Metal

Mayhem - Old Foresters Paristown Hall, Louisville KY

10/21/23

Mayhem's live performance was an incredible experience, showcasing the apex of musical artistry and stagecraft. From the very moment they entered the stage, a charge coursed through the venue, electrifying the audience.

Mayhem's signature fusion of black metal with theatrical elements distinguished their performance. The band's members, adorned in distinctive makeup and stage attire, curated a visual art that seamlessly complemented their intense musical delivery.

In terms of musicianship, Mayhem displayed remarkable precision and power in their performance. Their iconic compositions, such as "Freezing Moon" and "De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas," were executed flawlessly, prompting the crowd to engage in collective headbanging and moshing.

What made this performance truly exceptional was its capacity to unify a diverse audience. People of varying ages and backgrounds were drawn into a shared experience, transcending the conventional boundaries of a live concert. This ability to create a profound sense of camaraderie is an attribute rarely encountered in the realm of live music.

In conclusion, Mayhem's live show was not merely a concert but a profoundly cathartic and almost spiritual encounter. It underscored the band's enduring legacy and their capacity to push the boundaries of black metal. For those with an appreciation for immersive live music that leaves an enduring imprint on the soul, Mayhem's performance is an unequivocal imperative. The experience underscored the transformative power of live music in connecting and inspiring audiences, and I eagerly anticipate the opportunity to witness it once more.

[lifethroughlenz]

✨Louder Than Life Day One✨

Took a trip to Louisville for LTL 2023! More pics to come, hope you enjoy! 🖤

[yourfrankiethings]

Jack Fry's, Louisville, 3/30/23

exterior – 1007 Bardstown Road, Louisville, KY, 40204 Jack Fry’s is celebrating 90 years in business.  Jack and Flossie Fry opened in 1933 and the restaurant was mostly a sportsman hangout due to his love of horse racing and boxing.  He closed the business in 1972 and then the space served Mexican food until it was re-established as Jack Fry’s in 1982.  Susan Seiller bought the restaurant in…

[foolstack]

No Comply 3

by Chloe Brown

[morbidology]

Born on August 25, 1965, in Louisville, Kentucky, Mia Zapata grew up in a family that nurtured her artistic inclinations. From a young age, she displayed a deep passion for music, influenced by artists such as Billie Holiday and Bessie Smith. Zapata learned to play the guitar and piano and by her teenage years, she was already honing her vocal talents.

In 1984, Zapata moved to Ohio to attend Antioch College, where she studied liberal arts. It was here that she co-founded the punk band The Gits in 1986. The band, which was known for its raw energy and Zapata's soulful, powerful voice, quickly gained a following.

In 1989, Zapata and her bandmates relocated to Seattle, a city that was emerging as a hotbed for alternative music, soon to be internationally recognised as the birthplace of grunge. The Gits became a fixture in the Seattle music scene, earning respect for their intense live performances and Zapata's emotionally charged lyrics.

Seattle, during this time, was teeming with creativity, with bands like Nirvana, Soundgarden, and Pearl Jam redefining the sound of rock music. The Gits, though not as commercially successful, were deeply respected by their peers and had a dedicated following.

On the night of July 7, 1993, Mia Zapata left the Comet Tavern, a popular hangout in Seattle’s Capitol Hill neighborhood, after spending the evening with friends. She never made it home. Her body was discovered early the next morning in the Central District of Seattle. She had been brutally beaten, sexually assaulted, and strangled to death.

The news of Zapata’s murder sent shockwaves through the Seattle community and beyond. In the wake of her death, local musicians and community members came together to form Home Alive, a nonprofit organization dedicated to providing self-defense classes and raising awareness about violence against women.

For nearly a decade, Mia Zapata’s murder remained unsolved. The Seattle Police Department, despite extensive investigations, was unable to identify a suspect.

But then in 2001, a routine search through the FBI’s Combined DNA Index System yielded a match between DNA found on Zapata’s body and that of Jesus Mezquia, a Florida fisherman with a criminal record. Mezquia was arrested in 2002 and extradited to Seattle to stand trial for Zapata’s murder.

In 2004, Jesus Mezquia was convicted of first-degree murder and sentenced to 36 years in prison.

[abrandnewshadow]

ok I have to say everything that happened ignore me i'll try to make it a story because I have EXPERIENCED dunes. 09/28/2024 louder than life festival louisville ky. today.

festival and slayer was cancelled yesterday and I was so sure today would be cancelled but noo the dunes boys coming thru!!

I went to stand at the barricade 2 bands before dunes and I had an amazing stage right spot. during the in between times I saw anthony! kind of backstage. then travis and then tucker and I was shaking and at one point anthony was backstage dancing to 3 6 mafia (they were playing next stage over) and I thought I got it on my phone but I didn't. </3333

my phone died and for the whole dunes show it was actually lost in the mud due to my excessive movement. no photos but i'll plan better for oct. my phone was lost and I found it miraculously with a security person. many miracles this day.

the first I saw of frank was his left hand tattoos. the bows and arrows. I was flipping out internally and so happy and amazed. I did happy cry I couldn't believe he was literally before my eyes. he was talking to the guitar tech here and there and smiled at the crowd (still 1 band away from them performing). I can't not mention that he squatted he squatted down to mess with an amp. not elaborating. he also pushed some rolly suitcases across the stage idk. frank did it so it's important.

[frank] he sang. he played beautiful parts. he smiled. he held his eyes closed. he did a little head bob thing. I was the definition of living. I screamed my voice away. it's ok it was loud no one could hear me that bad I didn't make a scene but I was jumping and going insane.

anthony took his shirt off and got in the mud it was mythical.

frank threw a couple picks I was too far away BUT

what if I told you that I put my hand up and screamed when frank was throwing water bottles and he smiled his beautiul smile andHE THREW ONE RIGHT TO ME

the FUKC ING WATER ISN'T IN THE BOTTLE IT SPILLED TRAGICALLY

but I have the bottle. going to put a note on it that says "throw this away and lose your life" not extreme at all and reasonable.

when i tell you I mustered all my limited sports skills to catch that fucking thing. I was making the derpiest face of all fuckin time and it was sooo close it barely missed and hit the barricade near security and I said "PLEASE please please give me that water." there was a nice older gentlemen beside me (not the security) and I said "he threw that right fuckin to me!!" and he agreed so thats that.

it didn't seem like a lot of dunes fans there? there were some frank people wearing frank things like skelly gloves. I didn't get the chance to talk to all of them. a sweet new friend showed me her ty for the venom tattoo.I personally didn't want to send the message that I was only there for frank/mcr. my scorpion tattoo is damning enough and I just don't think they want to be the "mcr adjacent" band. and probably frank doesn't want people coming just for the stuff he did in the past. but idk

frank and I basically played catch like a father and son it's fien

i'm efine

sadly my only picture - taken by chloe corbin lmao

luckily I saw someone filming and in these modern times I'm sure other people got pictures. glad I didn't get distracted and got to be there and o I was there alright I was inside the music ok?

[earthtoharlow]

Favorite Almost

1) the part where you meet

Jack Harlow x Reader

a three part series

It was almost ironic that you were getting broken up with during a storm. Each thunderclap echoed the heartbreak, making the gloomy weather a reflection of the somber emotions.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You know you should’ve seen this coming, but it still surprised you. This was the guy you spent every waking moment with. He had become your safe space. Did the last three months mean nothing to him? Ending things two days before you went back home was heartbreaking.

He was honest with you from the very beginning, telling you that because of his celebrity status that he wasn’t looking for anything serious. At first you were fine with that as you also weren’t looking for anything serious as you were only in town for the summer. A month into the relationship your feelings started to change and you foolishly thought his feelings would change too.

Technically, you couldn’t even call what the two of you had a relationship. When you told friends about this you wouldn’t be able to call him your ex boyfriend. He was never officially yours. He was an ex maybe, an ex someday, your favorite almost.

*THREE MONTHS EARLIER*

“The music here fucking sucks.” Your best friend Cassie ignored you and rolled her eyes before taking your hand and dragged you further through the club.

You were spending the summer with Cassie in Kentucky where she lived. While Louisville, Kentucky wasn’t the first place you had in mind to visit during the summer, Cassie explained that you needed to “leave that bougie ass state of California.—“ and enjoy some southern hospitality.

When you guys finally made it to the front of the bar it was like the bartenders were ignoring the two of you. So much for southern hospitality, that Cassie was talking about. Your heeled boots gave you some more height, but you still couldn’t get someone’s attention so you started to kneel on the closest bar stool.

“Bitch, get down!” Cassie said from beside you, but you continued ignoring her. The extra height still wasn’t enough to get the bartender’s attention, frustration started to linger when you heard Cassie gasp in shock beside you. Before you could ask her what was wrong, you felt a soft hand touch your back.

He didn’t say anything, just gave a subtle smile and effortlessly signaled the bartender to take your order. In seconds it seemed like your shots were in front of you.

“Hey, thanks dude! I thought I was gonna have to stand here all night.” You said handing two of the shots to Cassie, as you turned around to face the man you almost stopped in your tracks, shocked at how incredibly attractive he was.

“No problem, I saw you struggling from the DJ booth and figured I would help you out.” The guy said leaning against the bar and giving you a charming smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, this guy oozed with charisma and charm.

You were momentarily mesmerized before you realized what he said. “The DJ booth? So you’re the one I have to blame for the music playing tonight?” You felt Cassie grab your arm from behind you, and say your name trying to get you to stop.

Surprisingly the guy laughed, and rubbed a hand over his beard. “You think you could play better?” Flashing another charming smile and leaning down closer towards you.

Your smirk became almost evil as you nodded in response. “Oh most definitely.” You could tell he was shocked at your admission.

The gentleman stood up straighter, “Challenge accepted, finish your shots and meet me at the booth.” He flashed the ladies one last smile before heading back up front.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Cassie smacked your arm. “Ow! You know I bruise easily!” You said as you rubbed where she hit you at.

“You’ve only been here for one day and you’re already challenging a celebrity in a DJ battle?!” Cassie said, looking at you wide eyed.

“That man is a celebrity? Doesn’t look like one.” You said as you watched the tall man with the curly mullet walk back towards his spot at the DJ booth. You looked back at Cassie when you heard her groan.

“I don’t understand how you’re a DJ and yet you don’t know some of the most popular artists.” Rolling her eyes before continuing. “That’s Jack Harlow.”

“That’s Jack Harlow?” You asked, looking at him again, sending him a smirk when you noticed he was already looking your way. The exchange of glances sparked a sense of excitement in the air.

You smacked Cassie's hand from your face as she was waving it in front of you trying to get your attention, you could see Jack laughing at the exchange.

Turning back to Cassie you motioned her to lift up her shot glass and threw your head back as you took yours, slamming it down on the bar behind you. “Well, I’m about to show Jack Harlow how a real DJ gets shit done.” You grabbed her hand and walked over to the DJ booth.

The closer you got the nerves started to settle in, you were about to DJ in front of a celebrity. Hopefully the liquor courage kicked in soon. Surprisingly it was easy to get to the booth as it seemed he made sure to tell everyone that you two were coming up.

“Took you long enough.” Jack said into your ear as you stood next to him. You had to stand on your tippy toes to reply. “Just wanted to see you sweat before I rocked your world.” Your confidence surprised Jack, not used to women being able to dish back banter with him.

Looking around you, you could tell all the people at the booth were friends with Jack as they laughed and reaped the benefits of the alcohol that you know they didn’t pay for.

Jack got the attention of the DJ that was currently spinning so he could introduce you. “Jeff, I wanna let my friend here spin for a bit if you don’t mind.” Jeff gave you a once over like many do when you get to the desk. Always shocked when they find out you’re a disk jockey. Jeff shrugged his shoulders and handed the headphones off to Jack.

In a moment of intimacy, Jack gently placed the headphones over your head, the soft padding settling comfortably. Your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers delicately traced through your hair, smoothing out any tangles with a tender touch. Jack gave you a once over before giving a slight nod, happy with his work.

“I’m Jack by the way.” He introduced himself. It took a moment for you to tell him your name as you were still wrapped in the warmth of the moment.

Jack then stood behind you and you listened as he began to explain each and every button and knob with genuine enthusiasm. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you knew how to work one, but couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you started playing. So instead you nodded along and listened attentively, appreciating the effort he took to share the knowledge. You could see Cassie from the corner of your eye trying to hide her smile knowing she was enjoying hearing him explain everything to you.

“Ok, are you ready?” Jack asked you after he was finished explaining everything, you pretended to look nervous and nodded. Jack spoke into the microphone introducing you to the crowd of drunk club goers.

Nervous excitement filled the air and a hush fell over the club momentarily as the spotlight shined on you. The whispers from the crowd stopped when you dropped your first beat and cheers erupted from the dance floor, you could hear Cassie cheering you on from behind.

With each beat you gained more confidence as the music flowed through your fingertips. You danced and sang along as the crowd responded to each drop and transition. Turning your head and locking eyes with Jack and seeing the shocked facial expression was sweet validation. “Holy shit.” Was the only thing he could say as you continued playing.

After a while the two of you found a dark and secluded corner of the club. The loud music was soon drowned out by the shared laughter and the exchanged stories. Time seemed to stand still as you continued to get to know one another. The dimly lit space made everything around you fade away leaving the two of you in a cocoon of connection.

***

You groaned slightly as you began to come out of your slumber the sunlight from the window urging you awake. Opening your eyes slowly you were immediately staring at the back of someone’s curly hair suddenly reminded of everything that happened the night before.

Looking around you knew you weren’t in Cassie’s guest bedroom. You tried to move as slow as you could out the bed to make your escape to begin your walk of shame but as soon as you swung your legs over the tall king bed, Jack began to wake.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his usual smoothness of his voice was replaced with a husky tone. The morning voice was a gentle reminder of the shared moments only a few hours ago. You simply shrugged and Jack tugged you back in the bed.

The two of you laid in bed all morning even with a sense of curiosity that lingered in the air. The conversation flowed easily. When you two finally manage to make it out of the bed to find something to eat in the kitchen that’s when a whirlwind of emotions sweeps over you leaving you with a sense of delusion in its wake. You knew if you didn’t ask Jack what the hell y’all were doing then the lines between reality and fantasy were going to blur. Thankfully it was like Jack read your mind as he brought it up first.

In the quiet moments while eating breakfast Jack spoke as he looked at you with a thoughtful gaze. “What if we keep this casual?” He suggested breaking the silence. You considered his words feeling a mix of intrigue and uncertainty.

He spoke again while you were still thinking it over. “I really enjoyed my time with you and I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want this to end just yet. I just can’t commit myself to being in a relationship right now especially with my career.”

“No strings attached, just enjoying our time together for the next few months.” You replied testing the idea

“Exactly, without the weight of expectations. We can enjoy this without the pressure of commitment.”

You liked the sound of that, besides you didn’t need to embark on a new relationship right now especially with a celebrity when you lived on the other side of the country.

“Okay, deal.” You agreed before standing up from your seat at the kitchen table and held out your hand so he could shake on it.

“Great doing business with you.” Giving your hand a firm shake. You yelped in surprise when he pulled you closer before swiftly lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Now let’s really seal the deal!” Your loud giggles rung through the long hallways of the bachelor pad.

If you knew making this deal was going to end in heartbreak you would’ve never accepted it.

****

AN: back with another series, this was supposed to be a standalone story but I could not stop writing so now it’ll be a 3 part series. Please let me know your thoughts 💋

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[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 12: hate by thxsomch..

Monday Night Raw – Louisville, Kentucky

The backstage area buzzed with energy as WWE crew members scurried around, preparing for the show’s next big moment. Jimmy and Rhea stood side by side in their matching red-and-black gear, quietly stretching and preparing for their title defense. Roman was nearby, seated on a bench, his eyes closed as he focused on his breathing exercises. The trio radiated calm confidence, even as the weight of the night loomed over them.

Jimmy glanced at Rhea, smirking. “You ready for this, champ?”

Rhea rolled her shoulders, matching his smirk with one of her own. “Born ready. You?”

Jimmy chuckled. “Always.”

Roman opened his eyes, standing to his full height and fixing both of them with a sharp, commanding look. “Remember the plan. No surprises, no mistakes. We show them why this faction dominates.”

The trio nodded in unison, their bond as a faction unshakable.

A backstage assistant approached, headset in place and clipboard in hand. “Alright, Elevated Bloodline, you’re up next. Time to head to the gorilla.”

Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea exchanged a quick glance before walking out and towards the curtain, their steps in sync. As they reached the gorilla position, the faint sound of the Louisville crowd grew louder, their cheers and boos mixing into an electrifying hum.

Rhea adjusted her championship belt on her shoulder, taking a deep breath. Jimmy cracked his knuckles, his grin widening as the adrenaline started to kick in. Roman remained stoic, the leader of the trio exuding an aura of authority and control.

The assistant gave them a nod. “Alright, it’s showtime.”

Roman stepped forward, Jimmy and Rhea flanking him, as the opening notes of their theme music blasted through the arena speakers. The crowd erupted, their energy setting the tone for the night.

The Elevated Bloodline was ready to make their mark.

—

Michael Cole: “We are live from Louisville, Kentucky, and it has already been an action-packed night here on Monday Night Raw. But right now, it’s time to hear from ‘The American Nightmare,’ Cody Rhodes!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, Cody’s been on fire lately. You know he’s got something to say, especially with Roman Reigns back in the fold!”

In the ring, Cody Rhodes stood confidently, microphone in hand, his signature smirk lighting up the arena.

Cody Rhodes: “Roman Reigns returning to WWE? Let me tell you something—that’s not a problem for me. In fact, Roman returning is just another reason for me to keep doing what I do best: being the absolute best in this business!”

The crowd cheered loudly, but their reaction quickly shifted to a mixture of cheers and boos as Roman Reigns’ theme music blared through the speakers. The Elevated Bloodline—Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea—strode out onto the stage with an aura of dominance. The trio’s red-and-black gear gleamed under the arena lights as they made their way to the ring, each holding their titles proudly.

Michael Cole: “And here they are! The Elevated Bloodline, making their presence felt!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’m getting chills. Roman’s back, Jimmy and Rhea are mixed tag team champions—this faction is terrifying. Look at the confidence, the dominance!”

Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea entered the ring, and the tension was palpable. Roman snatched a microphone and stepped forward, locking eyes with Cody.

Roman Reigns: “Cody, you think I’m not a problem? Let me make it clear. I’m not just a problem—I’m the problem. I’m the next in line for the Universal Championship, and nothing you say or do is gonna change that.”

Cody smirked, clearly unimpressed, and stepped closer to Roman.

Cody Rhodes: “You know, Roman, maybe instead of trying to juggle everything—being next in line for the Universal Title, leading the Elevated Bloodline—you should focus on your own house first. Ever think about that? Focus on Solo’s bloodline, because from where I’m standing, you’ve got a lot of cracks forming.”

Michael Cole: “Whoa! Cody is really poking the bear here!”

Pat McAfee: “Cody’s playing with fire, Cole. Roman doesn’t take kindly to comments like that!”

Before Roman could respond, Jimmy stepped forward, holding up his Tag Team Title.

Jimmy Uso: “Hey, Cody, why don’t you keep Roman’s name outta your mouth? You wanna talk cracks? Look at your track record, man. You’re just mad we’re running this place now.”

Rhea, ever the enforcer, stood beside Jimmy, her presence commanding attention.

Rhea Ripley: “Cody, if you’re smart, you’ll shut your mouth and stay in your lane. Roman’s not the one you need to worry about—we are.”

The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and boos as Cody laughed and backed up slightly, nodding his head.

Cody Rhodes: “You know what? You’re right. Maybe I should focus on you two instead. Because, if I’m not mistaken, you’ve got a tag team title defense right now. And your opponents? Oh, you’re gonna love this.”

Cody threw the microphone down as Tiffany Stratton’s music hit. The crowd was shocked as “Ms. Money in the Bank,” Tiffany Stratton, walked out, pink briefcase in hand. She was followed by her surprise tag team partner, Braun Strowman.

Michael Cole: “Tiffany Stratton and Braun Strowman?! What a pairing! And it looks like they’re the mystery opponents for Rhea and Jimmy!”

Pat McAfee: “This just got a whole lot more interesting, Cole! But wait—what’s happening here?”

Before the match could begin, Roman blindsided Cody with a vicious right hand. The two men brawled furiously, spilling out of the ring and into the crowd.

Michael Cole: “Roman and Cody are going at it! This is chaos!”

Pat McAfee: “Cody just poked the Tribal Chief one too many times, and now he’s paying the price!”

As Roman and Cody disappeared into the arena, the referee called for the bell to start the match. Jimmy and Rhea focused their attention on Tiffany and Braun.

Michael Cole: “And here we go! Rhea Ripley and Jimmy Uso defending their Tag Team Titles against Tiffany Stratton and Braun Strowman!”

Pat McAfee: “Tiffany’s got that Money in the Bank briefcase, Braun’s a monster—this isn’t gonna be easy for the champs!”

The Elevated Bloodline was under pressure, but as the match began, their cohesion and skill would be tested against this surprising team.

Michael Cole: “And we’re off! Rhea Ripley starting things off against Tiffany Stratton, and you can just feel the intensity in the air, Pat.”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, this is gonna be fireworks. Rhea Ripley is a juggernaut, but Tiffany Stratton’s got that Money in the Bank briefcase and the attitude to match. This is going to get personal real quick!”

The bell rang, and the two locked up in the center of the ring. Tiffany smirked, trying to outmaneuver Rhea, but Rhea quickly overpowered her, shoving her into the ropes. The crowd roared as Tiffany stumbled back, her confidence faltering.

Tiffany Stratton: “You’re not as strong as you think, Rhea.”

Rhea’s eyes narrowed, and she broke the hold with a sharp elbow to Tiffany’s face, sending her proof of her strength.

Rhea Ripley: “Piss off, Tiffany.”

Michael Cole: “Whoa! Rhea Ripley with a hard elbow and even harder words! She’s not here to play.”

Pat McAfee: “And that’s why she’s one-half of the tag team champions, Cole. Rhea Ripley doesn’t take any crap from anyone, especially Tiffany Stratton!”

The two locked up again, but this time Tiffany leaned in close, her lips almost brushing Rhea’s ear.

Tiffany Stratton (in a whisper): “I’m just surprised Jey told you… about me, him… and the baby.”

Rhea froze mid-grapple, her entire body going rigid as the whispered words sank in. The crowd cheered, oblivious to what had just been said, but Rhea’s expression shifted from fierce determination to stunned disbelief. Tiffany pulled away, a smug grin on her face, while Rhea stood motionless.

Michael Cole: “Wait a minute. Did you see that, Pat? Rhea Ripley just… stopped. Something Tiffany said has completely thrown her off.”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I don’t know what she said, but Rhea looks like she just saw a ghost. That’s not normal for her.”

Rhea’s hands dropped to her sides as she stared blankly at Tiffany, who took advantage of the moment, shoving her into the corner turnbuckle. But instead of fighting back, Rhea stumbled out of the corner, her face pale and her breathing shaky. She glanced at Tiffany, confusion and anger warring in her eyes.

Rhea Ripley: “What the fuck do you mean?”

Tiffany laughed softly, stepping closer to Rhea. She leaned in again, whispering just loud enough for Rhea to hear.

Tiffany Stratton: “Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Me. Him. The baby. Surprised he didn’t tell you sooner.”

The camera zoomed in on Rhea’s face as the words hit her like a freight train. Her jaw tightened, her eyes widened, and her breathing became uneven. She took a step back, shaking her head, her usual confidence completely shattered.

Michael Cole: “Something’s wrong, Pat. Rhea Ripley looks like she’s unraveling in front of our eyes. Is this… is this part of the show?”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’ve been around this business long enough to know when something’s going right. This? This doesn’t feel like it. Whatever Tiffany just whispered to Rhea, it hit deep.”

Rhea stumbled out of the ring, ignoring the referee’s count and the confused shouts from Jimmy on the apron. She walked toward the ramp, her steps unsteady as she ran a hand through her hair. The crowd began to boo, unsure of what was happening.

Michael Cole: “Rhea Ripley is leaving the ring! She’s walking out on this match! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’ve seen Rhea Ripley take on giants, monsters, and everything in between, but I’ve never seen her look like this. Whatever Tiffany said, it’s breaking her down in real time.”

The referee continued to count as Tiffany leaned against the ropes, laughing and pointing at Rhea. Jimmy jumped off the apron, yelling after Rhea, but she didn’t look back. She disappeared behind the curtain, leaving Jimmy, Tiffany, and the WWE Universe in stunned silence.

Michael Cole: “Rhea Ripley has walked out on her match—on her tag team partner! What in the world did Tiffany Stratton say to her?!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’ve got goosebumps. This isn’t like Rhea. Whatever this is, it’s personal, and it’s tearing her apart. We need answers!”

Michael Cole: “Pat, this isn’t just about the match anymore. This is about something much bigger. What did Tiffany mean? And why did it cause Rhea Ripley to walk out of Monday Night Raw?”

Pat McAfee: “I don’t know, Cole, but one thing’s for sure—this is far from over.”

The referee made the choice and called for the bell, leaving the audience with more questions than answers as the Elevated Bloodline’s future suddenly seemed uncertain.

Michael Cole: “The referee has called for the bell, and that’s it—a count-out! Braun Strowman and Tiffany Stratton are the winners, but this match didn’t end the way anyone expected!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’m still reeling. What in the world just happened? Rhea Ripley walked out of the match mid-way through, leaving Jimmy high and dry. This isn’t just unusual—it’s downright shocking!”

The scene cut to backstage, where Jimmy Uso was seen storming through the hallway, the tag team titles clutched tightly in his hands. His expression was a mixture of confusion and frustration as the camera followed closely behind.

Michael Cole: “Jimmy Uso is heading backstage now. You can see it on his face—he’s just as baffled as the rest of us. We’ve got to find out what caused Rhea Ripley to abandon her match tonight.”

The camera turned the corner to reveal a heated confrontation in progress. Chief Content Officer Paul Levesque aka Triple H and General Manager Adam Pearce stood in front of Rhea, their voices raised in anger.

Paul Levesque: “You want to tell me what the hell that was out there? You walked out on a title defense! What did she say to you, Rhea? What did Tiffany tell you?!”

Adam Pearce: “This isn’t just a match, Rhea! This is your job, your reputation on the line! Start talking!”

Rhea stood her ground, her face flushed with emotion as she shouted back at both men.

Rhea Ripley: “I don’t owe you two an explanation! If you think for a second I’m going to air my business out for everyone to hear, you’re dead wrong!”

Jimmy appeared in the frame, his steps quick and determined as he closed the distance to where Rhea and the officials were arguing.

Jimmy Uso: “Yo! What’s goin’ on here?!”

Rhea turned to look at Jimmy, her jaw tightening as her emotions threatened to spill over. The camera zoomed in closer as Jimmy moved toward her, holding the titles in one hand, his other gesturing toward her.

Jimmy Uso: “Talk to me, Rhea! What’s this all about?!”

Rhea’s face contorted with frustration as she glanced at the camera. With one swift motion, she reached out and shoved the lens away, causing the feed to shake violently before abruptly cutting to black.

Michael Cole: “What just happened?! Rhea Ripley shoved the camera—something is seriously wrong here.”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I don’t know if this is part of the show or if this is as real as it gets, but Rhea walking out mid-match and then this backstage blow-up? This is unprecedented!”

Michael Cole: “Tiffany whispered something to Rhea during the match, and whatever it was, it clearly struck a nerve. The Elevated Bloodline is falling apart before our eyes.”

Pat McAfee: “And the WWE Universe is left wondering—was this planned? Or are we witnessing real cracks in the foundation of one of WWE’s most dominant factions?”

Michael Cole: “We’ll try to get answers, but for now, we’re going to a commercial break. Stay with us, folks—this story is far from over!”

The screen faded to commercials, leaving fans across the globe buzzing with speculation and anticipation.

— After RAW

Roman leaned against the side of his tour bus, arms crossed as he listened to Paul Levesque and Adam Pearce. The tension was thick in the cool evening air, Roman’s expression unreadable but his eyes sharp.

“I understand the situation is sensitive,” Hunter said, his voice firm but measured. “But what Rhea did tonight? Walking out of the match like that? It’s opened up a whole mess we can’t ignore.”

Roman exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. “Look, I’m not gonna lie to you. This whole real-life situation with her, Jey, and Tiffany? It’s not something I want her playing out on TV. It’s not good for anyone.”

Hunter gave a nod, but there was resolve in his gaze. “I hear you, but you know as well as I do that the fans are going to demand answers. We can’t just pretend this didn’t happen.”

Roman’s eyes darkened, his voice low but steady. “She’s not gonna be Matt Hardy, and Jey’s not gonna be Edge. And I sure as hell don’t want Tiffany playing Lita in some retread of their drama. This whole thing has been done before, and it’s not healthy—for them or the company.”

Adam, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. “The problem is that it’s already out there. People are speculating, and social media is blowing up. We need to control the narrative before it controls us.”

Roman glanced toward the bus, where Jimmy and Rhea were likely inside. He rubbed his temples before speaking again. “Fine. But this doesn’t become some tabloid soap opera. If we address it, we do it in a way that doesn’t wreck them—or us.”

Hunter nodded, but his expression remained serious. “I’ll figure out a way to handle it, but you need to make sure Rhea and Jimmy are on the same page. This isn’t just about their storylines; it’s about their careers.”

Roman pushed off the bus, standing tall. “I’ll talk to them. But this doesn’t turn into a circus, Paul. We’re the Bloodline, not some reality TV sideshow.”

Hunter placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder, a small gesture of understanding. “You’ve got my word. We’ll handle it the right way.”

As the conversation ended, Roman watched them walk off, his mind racing. This wasn’t just about business—it was about keeping the people he cared about from falling apart. And Roman wasn’t about to let that happen on his watch.

Roman took another deep breath as he walked into his tour bus, the door creaking shut behind him. His eyes immediately found Rhea sitting on the couch, her head in her hands, her posture slumped in defeat. It had been a long, tense day, and he knew things between them were strained, but seeing her like this made it feel so much worse.

Roman cleared his throat and tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke. “I knew it was Tiffany, and I figured Jey would have told you who it was by now.”

Before Roman could say more, Rhea suddenly stood up, her movements sharp and deliberate. She didn’t look at him as she walked straight to the bedroom, slamming the door with such force that the sound echoed through the bus. Roman watched, his frustration mounting, but he didn’t say anything. She needed space. He could feel that much.

Just as the tension in the air thickened, the door to the bus opened, and Jimmy walked in, carrying duffel bags—his and Rhea’s. He set them down on the couch, glancing between Roman and the closed bedroom door.

“How’s Rhea?” Jimmy asked, his tone soft but concerned.

Roman sighed deeply. “Gee, Jonathan, how would you feel if you found out your boyfriend got another girl pregnant?”

Jimmy blinked in surprise, not sure how to answer. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Well… I’m not gay, Roman.”

Roman’s expression darkened, and he shot Jimmy a look that told him the joke was not needed. “Not the time or place to be smart, Jimmy.”

Jimmy nodded, a guilty look crossing his face as he realized the gravity of the situation. He glanced over at the bedroom door, knowing Rhea was likely still in there, shutting herself away from the world. “What do we do now?” Jimmy asked, his voice quieter now.

Roman didn’t have an answer. There was no easy fix to this situation, no quick way to make things right. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on him. “We wait. Let her cool off.”

They both stood in silence, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken words. The bus was far too quiet, and they both knew that no matter how much time passed, things wouldn’t be the same until Rhea was ready to face them again.

The bus rumbled down the highway, its engine humming as it made its way to the next city—Denver, Colorado. The usual noise of conversations and laughter was replaced with an oppressive silence. Jimmy and Roman sat across from each other, each lost in their thoughts. Every now and then, Jimmy would glance at Roman, but neither of them knew what to say to break the tension that hung in the air like a thick fog.

Meanwhile, in the back of the bus, Rhea sat in the bed by the window, her phone in her hand. She stared at the screen for a moment before taking a deep breath. She dialed the number she’d searched for the after-hours moving company, We Move Anywhere, the company that would help her move. She wasn’t sure how to feel—relieved, anxious, maybe a bit of both—but she knew this was what had to be done.

The phone rang twice before someone answered. “Hello, We Move Anywhere, how can we assist you tonight?”

Rhea cleared her throat. “Hi, I need to arrange a move from my current residence to a new place. I’d like to book for tomorrow.”

“Absolutely. We can make that happen. May I have your payment information to secure the booking?”

Rhea hesitated for just a second before pulling out her debit card and reading off the details. She made the payment and confirmed everything, knowing that the movers would show up the next day. The plan was simple: they would pack up everything from what was once her and Jey’s shared home and move it to an apartment that she hadn’t yet confirmed but was in the process of securing.

She’d already reached out to a friend from the gym—a trusted contact who worked in real estate—and she was sure her friend would be able to get her a unit quickly, one that she could settle into without delay. Rhea needed a clean break, a new chapter where she could breathe again.

Before hanging up, Rhea took one last action that she knew would hurt, but she also knew it was necessary. She found Jey’s contact information in her phone and hit block. The last thing she needed was more calls, more texts, more excuses from him. This was her decision, her life, and she wasn’t going to let his mistakes keep her tied to a past she was ready to leave behind.

Meanwhile, the men in the front remained in silence. Neither knew the depths of Rhea’s decisions, nor what she was going through. Roman could feel the tension in the air but didn’t dare push Rhea. Jimmy, still unsure how to help, stayed silent as well. The quiet hum of the bus was the only sound, matching the stillness in all of their hearts.

—

The next day, Jey sat on the lazy boy, in the living room of the house he once shared with Rhea, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He stared blankly at the movers, who were carefully packing her things, their movements mechanical and impersonal. But to him, it felt like every box they touched was another piece of his heart being torn away. He hadn’t even realized how much of himself he had invested in Rhea until this moment—until she was already slipping away.

He couldn’t breathe. The silence in the house, once filled with laughter and intimacy, now felt suffocating, almost unbearable. He watched as her belongings—her clothes, her shoes, the books she had always left scattered around—were packed up and taken out of the door, one item at a time. It was as if everything that had made the house feel like home was being erased.

And with every passing minute, the weight of his own actions hit him harder.

He had known, deep down, that he had messed up. But seeing it all packed away, seeing Rhea’s life being folded into boxes, felt like the cruelest confirmation of his mistakes. How had he gotten here? How had he let everything go so far off course?

The truth was, he had never truly allowed himself to care. At first, he didn’t need to—he had been playing a game, a dangerous one, with no real understanding of the consequences. He had used her to make Tiffany jealous. He had used her as a way to escape from the guilt of the choices he was too afraid to confront. And through all of it, he never let himself stop and think—never let himself stop long enough to wonder if there was something real between them.

But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred. Rhea had wormed her way into his heart, unknowingly, effortlessly. Her fierce loyalty, her wit, her unapologetic self—she had made him feel seen, in a way that no one else had ever done. She had been his anchor, and he had been too blind to see it.

Jey watched as the movers packed up the couch, the place where they had spent hours talking about everything and nothing. Where they had argued and laughed, shared their dreams, and bared their hearts. That spot on the couch now felt like a distant memory, a place where everything had been simple and untainted by the lies and deceit he had fed into their relationship.

Rhea had trusted him. And he had betrayed that trust in the worst way possible. He had cheated, again and again, because he was too selfish to acknowledge his feelings. He had kept playing the game, even as his heart started to shift, even as he started to care for her in a way he hadn’t anticipated.

But now, with the weight of his choices crashing down on him, he realized how hollow that had all been. Tiffany had never been anything more than a distraction, a band-aid for wounds that had never fully healed, even though his initial intentions where to get back at her, he stopped giving a fuck. But Rhea, Rhea had been the real thing.

He had let her go, and now she was leaving him for good.

“Fuck,” Jey muttered, his voice barely audible, as he stood up, the tightness in his chest making it hard to breathe. He couldn’t even look at the boxes being carried out of the door anymore. He didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to face the fact that it was all over. That Rhea was really gone.

He stepped closer to one of the boxes, his hand shaking as he reached out to touch the corner of it. It was a small, inconsequential action, but it felt monumental to him.

He had hurt her. He had fucked up in every way imaginable. And now she was leaving, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Suddenly, the house felt colder, a bit emptier. The life they had built, the future they had once imagined together, now felt like a cruel illusion. Jey had never thought he would end up like this—alone, surrounded by the remnants of a life he had destroyed with his own two hands. He had taken everything for granted. And now, he was left with nothing.

His breath hitched in his throat as he sank to the lazy boy, the overwhelming weight of regret and guilt pressing down on him. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the scene around him. But he could still hear the sounds of the movers, the soft thuds of boxes being placed in the truck. He could still hear the echo of Rhea’s laughter, the way her voice had sounded when she had looked at him with love in her eyes. It felt like a lifetime ago.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking. But the words felt empty, like they couldn’t possibly undo the damage he had caused.

And in the silence that followed, as the last of her things were taken away, Jey realized the truth. He had lost her—not just because of the lies, the infidelity, or the betrayal, but because he had never truly valued her when he had the chance. He had never been honest with her, never given her the respect she deserved.

Now, all he had was the silence and the wreckage of what was once a beautiful relationship. And it was all his fault.

Jey stood motionless on the front steps of the house, his eyes fixed on the moving truck as it pulled away, taking with it the last remnants of Rhea’s presence in his life. He felt a hollow ache in his chest that he couldn’t shake, a gnawing emptiness that stretched far beyond the physical space the truck had just vacated.

He tried to make sense of it, to find the words that could explain how it had all gone wrong, but there were none. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when he’d lost her—when he’d turned everything into a game of pride, manipulation, and recklessness. All he knew now was that the game had ended, and he was the one left standing alone, with nothing but regret and the bitter sting of his own mistakes.

The thoughts of Rhea, of the way she’d looked at him when they’d first met, flashed through his mind like a montage of moments he wished he could relive. She had been so different from anyone else—so strong, so unapologetically herself, so capable of loving fiercely even when she’d had every reason not to. Yet in the beginning, different scared him.

A deep breath caught in his throat as the finality of it all sank in. The truck was gone. Rhea was gone. And there was nothing he could do to take it back.

He tried to push the thought of her kissing Jimmy out of his mind, but it clung to him like a dark cloud. He tried to act like he didn’t care about it, like he could brush it off. But in reality, the thought twisted in his gut, gnawing at him. The truth was, he didn’t care about that anymore. He didn’t care about what she did or who she was with. He didn’t care about the past.

All he wanted was her back. The Rhea who had loved him, the Rhea who had seen past his mistakes and given him a chance to be better. It didn’t matter who she kissed or who she fucked to be honest. All that mattered was that he had lost her, and no one but him could take the blame for it.

He turned and walked back inside the house, the silence in the air swallowing him whole. The walls, once filled with the sounds of their conversations, now felt suffocatingly empty. It felt like everything he’d ever cared about was slipping through his fingers, like sand through an open palm.

And in that silence, Jey realized something profound: he wasn’t just grieving the loss of Rhea. He was grieving the loss of himself—the part of him that had been whole and content when she was by his side.

—

Meanwhile, Rhea sat on the bed of the tour bus, staring out the window as the hum of the engine filled the air. The phone call from her friend had left her with a small sense of relief. She couldn’t quite pinpoint it yet, but something about knowing she had a fresh start waiting for her in Pensacola was giving her a sense of control again.

The voice on the other end of the phone had been reassuring, explaining the details of her new place. “So, I got you in a one-bedroom apartment. The movers have been in touch with maintenance and will be let in when they arrive. You’ve signed the lease, and we’ve received your deposit and first month’s rent. Is there anything I can do for you, Ms. Bennett?” her friend had asked.

Rhea had thanked her, offering a simple but sincere, “No, but thank you for helping me out.” The warmth in her friend’s voice made the whole situation feel more real. She was getting away from everything that had happened, getting away from the mess of Jey and Tiffany and the toxic feelings that had followed her for so long.

“You’re welcome, Demi, and welcome to Palmilla Apartments. Just let me know whenever you’re in town to pick up your keys,” her friend had said, a touch of excitement in her tone.

The call ended, and Rhea sat in silence for a few moments. She rubbed her face with her hands, the weight of everything crashing down on her once more.

She had always believed that leaving Jey’s house would be temporary and that he’d be calling her and telling her everything was a mistake.. but it wasn’t.

Looking at the small room she occupied in Roman’s tour bus, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort. This wasn’t home. It was just a stop along the way. But next week—when she finally went back to Pensacola—it would be different. She would have a place where she could make her own decisions, set her own boundaries, and start healing on her own terms.

She exhaled deeply, her thoughts spiraling again as her fingers played nervously with the fabric of the blanket on her lap. She hadn’t expected to be in this position—having to start fresh, to start alone—but here she was, ready to take control of her life once more.

Rhea wasn’t sure what the future would hold, but one thing was for certain: she wouldn’t go back to the way things were. Not with Jey, not with anyone. She had to do this for herself. This was her chance to build something solid again, without the weight of other people’s mistakes dragging her down.

The bus rumbled as it continued its journey to the next city, and Rhea adjusted herself on the bed, trying to clear her mind. She needed to focus on what was next. But for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope that maybe—just maybe—things were going to be okay. She just had to keep moving forward.

—

Tiffany sat in her hotel room, twirling the edge of her hair as she scrolled through her phone. The events of the previous night still weighed on her mind, but she couldn’t deny that part of her felt victorious. Rhea had walked away. She had won. Jey, however complicated things might have been, was hers now—at least, for the moment. At least.. that is what she thought.

Her phone suddenly buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw that it was Hunter. With a sigh, she answered the call, expecting it to be about last night’s debacle.

“Hunter, what’s up?” Tiffany asked, her tone casual but with an underlying hint of annoyance.

“Tiffany, we need to talk,” Hunter’s voice was serious, an edge of frustration that she hadn’t anticipated. “I’m calling to inform you that you’re being fined for last night’s actions. We can’t have that kind of drama affecting our product.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “Drama? Please. It was no big deal. All I did was remind Rhea that her boyfriend is a cheater. If she couldn’t handle that, then that’s her issue, not mine.”

Hunter’s voice remained firm, though there was a hint of exasperation in his tone. “I get that, but that stunt you pulled out there, it goes beyond just a personal issue. You’re under contract, and you can’t go around stirring up chaos like that. We run a professional organization, and that kind of behavior isn’t acceptable.”

Tiffany scoffed, “You’re acting like I did something criminal. It’s not like I made a scene or something—”

“That’s not the point,” Hunter cut her off. “You’ve created a situation where the locker room is divided, and you’ve caused unnecessary friction between talents. And on top of that…” He paused for a moment, the weight of what he was about to say sinking in. “I can’t allow you to continue wrestling until you decide what you’re going to do about your pregnancy. We can’t have you on the road without clarity about your situation.”

Tiffany felt her stomach tighten, but she refused to let it show. “It’s not your business what I do, Hunter. I’m still under contract, and you can’t stop me from doing my job.”

Hunter’s tone softened slightly, though the seriousness of his message still lingered. “I’m just saying, it’s a health and safety concern. We can’t have you out there wrestling with that kind of uncertainty. We need you to make a decision.”

Tiffany’s face remained unchanged as she leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. She had known this conversation was coming. But she wasn’t going to back down now.

“If you must know..” she said nonchalantly, her voice almost dismissive. “I already have an appointment for today, actually. I’m landing in Colorado in a few hours, and I’ll take care of everything then. So, no worries.”

Hunter was silent for a moment. Tiffany could feel his disapproval radiating through the phone. “I expect you to keep us updated. We need to know what your decision is as soon as possible, Tiffany.”

“I’ll be fine,” she replied, her voice cool. “I’ll handle it.”

With that, the conversation ended. Tiffany hung up the phone and stared at the wall, her mind already shifting from one problem to the next. The pregnancy was a mess, but it wasn’t going to hold her back. She’d made her decision, and now it was time to move forward—on her terms.

She tossed her phone aside and began to get ready to board her flight. As she zipped up her suitcase, a thought flickered through her mind: Rhea may have walked away, but Tiffany was determined to take her place. The game was far from over.

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Watch: HALESTORM's LZZY HALE And JOE HOTTINGER Cover SKID ROW, FLEETWOOD MAC During Surprise Acoustic Gig

Lzzy Hale and Joe Hottinger of Grammy-winning hard rock band HALESTORM played a surprise acoustic set on December 27 at The Underdog in Nashville, Tennessee as the support act for THE DEAD DEADS. Video of the performance can be seen below.

Lzzy and Joe's setlist was as follows:

01. White Dress 02. Mz. Hyde 03. I Remember You (SKID ROW cover) 04. Familiar Taste Of Poison 05. I Like It Heavy (with "She Won't Mind") 06. Gold Dust Woman (FLEETWOOD MAC cover) 07. I Am The Fire

This past October, Lzzy and Joe announced an intimate tour featuring the two of them performing acoustic, stripped down versions of HALESTORM favorites and the music that has inspired the band. Dubbed "Halestorm's Lzzy And Joe: The Living Room Sessions", the tour consists of 12 dates in January 2025.

When the trek was first announced, Lzzy said in a statement: "With this tour, we're inviting our fans to experience what it would be like hanging with Joe and me in our living room: picking up instruments, telling stories, chatting about songs that helped shaped us as a band and brought us to where we are today."

Joe added: "Back when we decided to quit our day jobs and make music our full-time endeavor, Lzzy and I would play music wherever we could, and sometimes that meant playing acoustic covers in any bar or restaurant that would have us. That time really allowed us to develop our playing skills and dig into songwriting, and it really set the groundwork for what HALESTORM is today."

In a September 2024 interview with PK of Louisville, Kentucky's ALT 105.1 radio station, Lzzy spoke about the progress of the recording sessions for HALESTORM's follow-up to 2022's "Back From The Dead" album. Lzzy said: "We've had three separate sessions in the studio with — we're making a record with [producer] Dave Cobb. And he's actually a huge closet metal fan, and so he's really excited. And so we're making this great music, but we're constantly touring. So we've had, like, three different sessions in the studio. We're probably — what? — 70, 80, maybe, percent there. We have a studio in our house and so I'm doing a lot of the finishing touches on vocals and sewing everything up, doing solos and all that. And then we get back in in December to just say, 'Okay, this is good.' And then, yeah. And then there we are. So we're excited about it. We really are."

Cobb has shared in nine Grammy wins, including four for "Best Americana Album" and three for "Best Country Album". He's also been named "Producer Of The Year" by the Country Music Awards, the Americana Music Association (twice) and the Music Row Awards, and has been a Grammy nominee in the category.

HALESTORM and I PREVAIL recently embarked on summer 2024 co-headlining tour. Produced by Live Nation, the trek kicked off on July 9 in Raleigh and ran through August 17 in Las Vegas. HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD and FIT FOR A KING served as support. The tour was also the catalyst and the creative spark for HALESTORM and I PREVAIL's collaborative track "Can U See Me In The Dark?", which was released in June.

"Back From The Dead" has tallied over 100 million streams worldwide. Rolling Stone called the title track "a biting but cathartic howler about overcoming all obstacles," and that song as well as "The Steeple" marked their fifth and sixth number ones at rock radio, respectively. Associated Press said the album "will definitely be in the running for best hard rock/metal album of the year." Their previous album, "Vicious", earned the band their second Grammy nomination, for "Best Hard Rock Performance" for the song "Uncomfortable", the band's fourth #1 at rock radio, and led Loudwire to name HALESTORM "Rock Artist Of The Decade" in 2019.

Fronted by Lzzy with Arejay, Hottinger and bass player Josh Smith, HALESTORM's music has earned multiple platinum and gold certifications from the RIAA, and the band has earned a reputation as a powerful live music force, headlining sold-out shows and topping festival bills around the world, and sharing the stage with icons including HEAVEN & HELL, Alice Cooper, Joan Jett and JUDAS PRIEST. Additionally, Lzzy was named the first female brand ambassador for Gibson and served as host of AXS TV's "A Year In Music".

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Listening Post: Gastr Del Sol

Photo by James Crump

Gastr Del Sol was the convergence of two individuals who had not spent their youths like anyone else and were on their way to lives quite unlike most lives. Between 1991 and 1998 David Grubbs and Jim O’Rourke made a sequence of records that simultaneously pointed out what a lot of music listeners were missing and where music might go next if it was really interested in being interesting. Grubbs came from Louisville, Kentucky’s hardcore scene; he played in Squirrel Bait while he was in high school, and took Bastro with him to college. Jim O’Rourke grew up tracking down recordings from the far reaches of every fringe and then setting about making his own place within each method he learned. Before he was out of college, he’d already made connections with Henry Kaiser, Derek Bailey and the folks at Ina GRM. Each was a guy who knew what the other did not, and their collaboration pushed both to make music that they would never make again with anyone else.

Gastr Del Sol began when Grubbs decided to let Bastro get quiet, and made one LP before O’Rourke came aboard. Their first album together, Crookt, Crackt, Or Fly, was assembled from miniaturized poetry, elongated post-punk riffs, frozen improvisation and fluid, texturally-focused compositions. Their last, Camofleur, is a droll pop statement completed just weeks prior to the collapse of the duo’s relationship. The acrimony between them took a couple of decades to die down, but around the same time that they buried the hatchet, a live recording of their final concert surfaced. We Have Dozens Of Titles shuffles together that performance plus every compilation, single, or EP track that Gastr Del Sol released outside their core Drag City discography.

Intro by Bill Meyer

Jonathan Shaw: I have admired Gastr del Sol from a sort of distance. I like “At Night and At Night,” from the terrific Hey Drag Citycomp; I know Upgrade & Afterlife quite well and dearly love “Dry Bones in the Valley...”, the Fahey cover collab with Tony Conrad. The first song on this new-ish record sidles in alongside those wooden textures, but is a more anxious affair. I like that it never quite boils over or takes its propulsive energies to catharsis. It’s sort of a complement to the conversation with the French kid blowing up firecrackers at the track’s close: it can’t quite move forward, in spite of all of the things that want it to.

That’s also a handy metaphor for my relationship to the music. When I have listened to Crookt, Cracked..., I get the sense that these are really, really smart folks, doing some smart stuff, but I haven’t quite connected with and moved into the sounds. They can be forbiddingly remote. So, I am glad for this record, and its invitation to revisit the band’s trajectory.

Bill Meyer: Each record is so different that I can easily see someone liking one and not likening others, and if you held a gun to my head, Upgrade & Afterlife is the one I would name as my favorite. Which makes it all the more interesting that this collection spans their existence from O’Rourke’s first presence (the Teenbeat single — and it’s pretty amazing that they ended up on that label) to the very last concert (that trip is probably when the encounter with the Francophone child occurred, since the concert was in Quebec).

By virtue of its length and timespan, We Have Dozens Of Titles shows more sides of Gastr Del Sol than any other record.

Bryon Hayes: I think that’s one of the band’s traits that I find appealing, that their sound and approach shifted from record to record. “At Night and At Night” was my introduction to the band, and it also seems to encapsulate multiple faces of Gastr Del Sol in a single track: a drone intro, followed by a guitar/poetry passage, and then a dollop of minimalism accompanied by backwards cymbal splashes. I bought Hey Drag City for Pavement, Silver Jews, and Smog but was introduced to some new and intriguing sounds across the whole of the comp. That track, and Gastr Del Sol as a whole, always felt like a riddle or a logic puzzle to me, albeit one that continuously changed, so it wasn’t possible to “solve” it. But I actually like that fact: the thrill of the act of investigating is pure enjoyment itself.

I never did get to experience Gastr Del Sol in a live setting, so those tracks on We Have Dozens of Titles are particularly revelatory for me. I like the more stripped-down setting of “The Seasons Reverse,” for example. Maybe even more than the version on Camofleur. I’d also bet that the field recording of the kids came from Victoriaville. The town is far enough into Quebec that it’s likely there was a language barrier between O’Rourke and the local youth at the time. Also, the drawn-out version of “Blues Subtitled No Sense of Wonder” feels much fuller and richer in the live setting than it does on Camofleur. I’m not saying I dislike that album, but I too would pick Upgrade & Afterlife as my favorite...

Bill Meyer: Because I lived in the same town as Gastr Del Sol, I was fortunate to see them a lot. The concerts were pretty different from one another, and didn’t always sound much like the most recently released record. When they played with John McEntire, things could be more rock-ish, and I have one fond memory of them getting pretty wild with the feedback. Afterwards O’Rourke seemed embarrassed, like he’d lost control and done the wrong thing. There was room for spontaneity, but they were not an improv act. In 1997 they did lock into the two guys with two acoustic guitars thing for a while, probably because they had a fair number of out-of-town gigs in their later years; they didn’t necessarily want to lug a lot of gear around.

Another aspect of living in the same town with them was seeing the other things they had going. O’Rourke could often be seen accompanying someone whose work he championed (ex: Rafael Toral), and they both played with Red Krayola (although O’Rourke bailed for a while and Grubbs kept going), Edith Frost, and Arnold Dreyblatt.

Jonathan Shaw: Never saw the band, and the live material on this comp is what’s impressing me most. Given my proclivities toward their work with acoustic guitars, I am most compelled by “Onion Orange,” which works a space between gentle and tense to very satisfying effect. The repetitive sequence of notes in that initial six-or-so minutes is really engaging; it invites anticipation, flirts with letting that become apprehension. I can imagine that would be even more powerful in a real room, with the players really making the noises in front of you. But even here, via the mp3 I am playing on a device, it’s strong stuff.

Bill Meyer: I still need to a-b that with the original on Grubbs’ solo album.

That album, Banana Cabbage, Potato Lettuce, Onion Orange, seems not to be on Bandcamp, and Table of the Elements is long defunct. I’ll have to pull out my CD and play it. On the original edition, Grubbs plays everything, but O’Rourke recorded two of the album’s three tracks. I remember it being very still, a Grubbs take on Morton Feldman. What you hear in this live performance, Jonathan, is probably what makes me think I like this new version better than the original. There’s a management of tension that probably comes from two people playing it together in real time.

The way that We Have Dozens Of Titles is sequenced, with live tracks littered throughout the collection, makes it easy to forget that we’re hearing a complete set here.

Ian Mathers: There’s a relatively well-known tweet (for those of us that are too online, at least) where a guy who’s only ever seen one movie sees a second and immediately compares it to his only experience. As someone who’s never heard Gastr del Sol before (although they’ve lingered somewhere on my impossibly long “get to this someday” list) and only really knows Jim O’Rourke’s work via his Bad Timing album, I had my own “Getting a lot of ‘Boss Baby’ vibes from this...” moment playing the opening live version of “The Seasons Reverse.” The guitar playing there immediately put me in mind of Bad Timing, which isn’t a bad thing! I was slightly relieved when this compilation pretty immediately shows off different aspects of his and Grubbs’ sound, even in the other live tracks.

And while I did enjoy all of We Have Dozens of Titles, enough so that I’m wondering based on the comments here which of their albums I should check out next, the live tracks do feel like a cut above everything else. I’m probably going to try listening to just them, and while I respect the choice to scatter them throughout this release despite being one show (do we have any idea if they preserved the order of the setlist, or jumbled that up as well as splitting them up?) there is a part of me that wishes it was a separate release. Which is kind of silly, I know — absolutely nothing is stopping me from just playing the live stuff whenever I want, and I’m very glad to have the rest of the material here. My first question for those more knowledgeable: is the album version of “Blues Subtitled No Sense of Wonder” as amazing as the live one here, and should I make that my next stop?

Bill Meyer: If you like the live version of “Blues Subtitled No Sense of Wonder,” you definitely need to check out the studio version. For that reason, I’d point you to Camofleur and then suggest that you work your way backwards through the catalog.

Bryon Hayes: The album version has beautiful vocal harmonies with lyrics that are dryly humorous; the title of the box set is derived from them, actually. The music on the box set version feels fuller and louder than that on the album, the electronics bolder and noisier, accompanied by rich organ tones. Also, that interlude of shouted movie dialogue (or whatever it is), is not in the Camofleur version. Both are appealing, but I enjoy the live version slightly more. If Grubbs sang on the live version, it might be the clear winner for me.

Ian Mathers: Interesting, thanks for the tips! If I’m remembering correctly, there’s no vocals on this collection for at least a while, and I was slightly nonplussed when they came in; not bad, certainly, but it felt slightly out of place with the music. (I was working while listening, which might be the culprit there.) I’ll be interested to A/B the two versions and see what I think.

Bill Meyer: I just drove past the Lyon & Healy building at Lake and Ogden, which prompts the question — what do you make of “The Harp Factory On Lake Street”?

Jonathan Shaw: I sort of like it when there are vocals — in part because of the poetic nature of what’s sung (see “Rebecca Sylvester” on Upgrade & Afterlife), in part because it feels grounding in musical contexts that frequently get very abstract.

Bill Meyer: I like the way you frame that, Jonathan. Grubbs’ words do have a way of anchoring part of the music, bringing a sonic fixedness that contrasts with the music around them, but also introducing an uncertainty of their own because of their sometimes-oblique content.

Roz Milner: I’ve just been lurking this thread. I’m not familiar with this group, although I do like what little Jim O’Rourke’s music I’ve heard (Bad Timing, Happy Days). Any recommendations on where to start with them?

Tim Clarke: I’d start with Camoufleur, which is easily their most accessible album. I have a bit of an uneasy relationship with Gastr Del Sol. I got into them soon after I became obsessed with Jim O’Rourke’s Eureka, but it was quite a shift in tone from that album. I do enjoy Camoufleur a lot, and the album versions of “The Seasons Reverse” and “Blues Subtitled No Sense of Wonder” are, in my opinion, far superior to the live versions on We Have Dozens of Titles.

Gastr Del Sol are quintessentially experimental, in that much of their music sounds so open-ended, as though O’Rourke and Grubbs are constantly wondering what x would sound like played at the same time as y, whether it’s an open, suspended acoustic guitar voicing alongside a sour synthesizer drone, or some piano with some field recordings or samples. Upgrade & Afterlife actually freaks me out! The first time I listened to it after buying it from Rough Trade in London, I couldn’t venture past the opening track as a massive gnarly insect flew in through my open window while I was listening to it on a spring evening. It scared me so much I don’t think I’ve revisited the album since. There are moments on We Have Dozens of Titles that are truly magical, so I think I’ll have to get over my fear and revisit Upgrade & Afterlife after all this time.

Christian Carey: The timing of this release is interesting. David Grubbs was just appointed Distinguished University Professor by CUNY, the highest faculty distinction possible. In addition, he was just awarded the Berlin Prize, and will be in residence there next year. Wonder if the awards might have helped to fund the recording project.

Jonathan Shaw: Distinguished Prof at CUNY — pretty swell. Makes sense. Some of Gastr del Sol’s headiest stuff has the feel of the “experimental,” and in ways that engage the connotations of knowledge and concept in that term (which often gets used lightly and lazily, IMHO). That might have something to do with why I like the live tracks so much. There’s an organic quality to them. Still thorny and challenging music, like the ebbs and flows that make “Dictionary of Handwriting” disorienting and strange. But it’s happening. It’s made, not just thought or assembled.

Jennifer Kelly: Once again, not super immersed in this band, though I had a copy of Crookt, Crackt or Fly at one time, which I can’t find and don’t remember very well, though I’m listening to it on YouTube right now, and the combination of Grubbs’ wandering vocals and aggressive, stabbing guitars seems familiar-ish. So, coming to this a bit cold, though I’ve enjoyed Grubbs’ more recent work with Ryley Walker and Jan St. Werner — and there are definitely some common threads. Nonlinearity, an elastic sense of key and rhythm, a haunted room kind of aesthetic.

I found this track-by-track exposition at the Quietus, which I was trying to read as the songs came up and it’s quite good. I especially liked the paragraphs about “The Bells of St. Mary’s,” written for what sounds like a truly bizarre Christmas comp with Merzbow and Melt Banana on it. Gastr del Sol’s lone concession to the holiday form was sleigh bells, though Grubbs says the main reference was to “I Wanna Be Your Dog” not “Jinglebells.”

Anyway, you might enjoy this.

Tim Clarke: In addition to the Quietus piece, this recent podcast interview is also very enlightening in regard to the history of the band. A rare opportunity to hear Jim O’Rourke chat lightheartedly too.

Having spent more time with the album now, I realize that my listening gets derailed by a couple of Grubbs’ and O’Rourke’s tendencies with this music. The first is when Grubbs does a kind of scat singing that follows the spiky contours of the acoustic guitar parts. And the second is when they retreat into near silence.

Bill Meyer: Near-silence is an O’Rourke strategy to make sure that the volume is set high enough when you get to the loud part.

Christian Carey: I’m curious what connections to later projects people hear in the recording. As TJ mentioned, there are some mannerisms that seem to forecast avant moves by both Grubbs and O’Rourke, with greater assuredness in the idiom. The post-rock vibe is unmistakable, and I am finding the songs with connections to Tortoise et. al. to be the most compelling music-making here.

Bill Meyer: Re: similarities with Tortoise, it’s worth keeping in mind that John McEntire of Tortoise was also a member of Bastro and a key non-member contributor to Gastr Del Sol. Re: the term post-rock, I appreciate the irony that Gastr Del Sol was actually O’Rourke’s entree into rock following years of intense work in improvisation, musique concrete, etc. with people like Henry Kaiser, Eddie Prevost, Christoph Heemann and Illusion of Safety. It was his “I’m almost ready to rock" project.

Ian Mathers: Roz, if you still haven’t settled on a way to check out Gastr del Sol, I was in a similar position to you and honestly, I found this compilation a pretty welcoming (and broad-ranging) introduction! I haven’t moved on to checking out any of their albums yet, but I have played We Have Dozens of Titles a number of times, and while I’m still experiencing it more as a gestalt than I am picking out specific elements (so I’m not sure how I’d answer Christian’s question at the moment, for example), I find the time just slipping away when I do. I was reading Steven Thomas Erlewine’s newsletter recently where he was discussing this collection and he described Gastr del Sol as “music that changes the temperature of the room,” and I keep coming back to that as an apt description of what I’m experiencing.

Bryon Hayes: I read somewhere that Grubbs’ The Plain Where the Palace Stood is his solo album most similar to his work in Gastr Del Sol. I’m listening to that record now and it actually reminds me of the little Bastro that I’ve heard along with parts of The Serpentine Similar.

Bill Meyer: Gastr Del Sol’s existence corresponded with Grubbs’ time at University of Chicago, where he was getting his PhD. I believe it was in poetry, and the words he wrote for the band’s songs reflect that study.

Christian Carey: I've been having fun poring over David Grubbs’ trilogy of books and guessing which stories might be about Gastr del Sol. He's excellent at being covert, but I would be surprised if they weren't featured in some of his writing.

[venic-bxtch]

If you don’t mind, can you write something about jack and latina girlfriend spending the 24th with her family and then flying back to kentucky in the morning to spend the 25th with jack’s family 🥺🥺 (if you didn’t know, in latin america we do the big celebration on the 24th, so that’s why I thought about this cute request) haha. If you don’t like it and don’t do it it’s ok I understand 😊 love your fics 🩷🩷

A/N: of course!!! Sorry this took me so long

The soft hum of laughter and music filled the air as you squeezed Jack’s hand, guiding him through your family’s bustling house. The 24th was always a big deal—your family went all out with decorations, food, and traditions that made Christmas Eve feel magical.

Jack had been a little nervous about tonight, not because he didn’t adore your family, but because he wanted to make a good impression. As soon as your abuelita greeted him with a warm hug and called him mijo, he visibly relaxed.

“You didn’t tell me there’d be tamales,” he whispered in your ear, eyeing the table piled high with food.

“You mean I didn’t tell you about my tia’s tamales,” you corrected, laughing. “Just wait until you try them.”

As the night went on, Jack blended in seamlessly. He tried speaking Spanish with your cousins, danced awkwardly but enthusiastically to salsa with your mom, and let your little nephews climb all over him while he pretended to be a human jungle gym.

When midnight came, your family gathered for the big countdown, cheering and exchanging hugs and kisses once the clock struck twelve. Jack pulled you close, his hands resting on your waist.

“Merry Christmas,” he said softly, his blue eyes sparkling under the twinkle lights.

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, kissing him gently.

Afterward, the two of you settled into a quiet corner, watching your family exchange gifts and share stories. Jack wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side.

“Your family’s amazing,” he murmured.

“They love you,” you said, smiling up at him. “My cousins already asked if you’re coming back next year.”

He chuckled. “They don’t scare me—I’ll be here. But first, we’ve got a flight to catch in the morning.”

The next day, you found yourselves boarding a plane to Kentucky, sleepy but happy. You napped against Jack’s shoulder during the short flight, waking up to the announcement of your landing.

Jack’s mom greeted you at the door of their cozy Louisville home with a big hug and a plate of cookies. The rest of the Harlows weren’t far behind, welcoming you warmly into their Christmas Day celebrations.

You spent the morning opening gifts in their living room, where Jack surprised you with a delicate gold necklace that made your heart swell.

“I saw how much your mom and grandma love their jewelry,” he said, his voice soft. “I wanted you to have something you could keep forever.”

By the time dinner rolled around, you felt completely at home with his family. You and Jack stole moments together in the kitchen, sneaking bites of pie and exchanging kisses while no one was looking.

As the night wound down, Jack wrapped a blanket around the two of you while you sat on the couch, watching a Christmas movie with his siblings.

“This was perfect,” you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.

He kissed your forehead, his hand lacing with yours. “You make it perfect,” he said.

It was a whirlwind of a holiday, but one filled with love, laughter, and the promise of many more Christmases to come.

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐱𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐬𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐲 ➜ jack and you had something going on before he got fame and had to leave you because you just couldn’t leave your family and life in louisville kentucky.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➜ none but just a bit of smut.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒, jack was coming back to his home town for his new music video, they don’t love it. you didn’t know that he was but you been listening to his music, you kinda hated the way you listen to his music because he left you and you really didn’t know why but all you know is that you guys got into a fight before he left.

you walked around your house as you picked up your brothers and mother stuff they left behind since you were the youngest, you always had shit to do around the house. you heard a loud ass knock at the door that made you jump, you rushed over to the door only to see it was your bestie val, “why the fuck are you banging on this door!?” you yelled in whisper because your mom was sleeping.

you would have left but your dad died and now your mom is acting weird and can’t take of the kids by herself anymore. “bitch! did you hear??” she pushed you out the doorway and walked inside your house. “i’m guessing not.” you spoke as you rolled your eyes and closed the door. “jack harlow is coming back!!!!” she yelled and jumped up and down, immediately you felt your heart dropping as you took your hands off her. “you good?” she asked as she noticed your state, you just nodded.

“yeah i’m good.” you said in a soft tone, you walked val to the door and waved her goodbye. you rushed your room and you felt this lump in your throat and your vision got blurry, water drops rushed down your face. you gripped onto your shirt and hold on tight because you felt yourself getting over worked with the thought of him coming back.

‘what if he forgot me?’ you thought, your light crying turned into a big sob.

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕, i stepped out the car as i breathed the air of my home town. “what you wanna do before the video?” urban asked him, “let’s go get something to eat!” i said as a big smile wiped on my face.

when we walked in, we immediately walked up to the counter but i wasn’t focus on the food because i was looking at this girl who was just looking at me so i smiled and waved. “jack you gone act like you don’t remember me?” the girl said and i just looked at her with a confused look. “it’s me!! val!” then it hit me and my smile grew bigger as i ran up to hug her.

“VAAAAALLL!!! girl you look goooddd!!” jack said with a little bit of sass. everyone in the restaurant knew who he was so everyone was talking pictures of him and he started taking pictures with people.

but the only thought that was in his head was…where were you?

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

you were sleeping when you heard a knock at your window, you opened your eyes. “val! i swear to go-” you stopped when you saw jack in some pajamas pants with a black t-shirt, “not val but i did see her earlier today.” jack said with his winning smile, you kinda just froze because it one thing to see him on instagram and it’s another to see him in person.

“you really grown.” he said as he looked at your body, you quickly covered yourself with your blanket. you weren’t naked but all you were wearing was a bra and pajama shorts, “i’m so glad you still live at the old crib because it would have been hard to find you.” jack said and sat by you in your bed. you rolled your eyes and smirked, “so mr. harlow what are you doing out of your bed it’s 1:00.” you said in a cocky tone.

“well your majesty, i came to see you.” he said and you made a fake shock face. “and what is the reason behind this…visit?” you said in a fake british accent, he smirked and pulled you closer to him. “i was missin my favorite lady.” jack spoke and for a hot minute you almost forgot that he left you then your smile faded.

you pushed him off you, you got up from the bed and walked over to your little vanity. “yeah.” you let out as you cleared your throat, jack walked up and hugged you from behind as he looked at your reflection in the mirror as you looked at his reflection. “baby i’m sorry. do you hear me? i’m sorry.” jack said but the 2nd time he got closer to your ear.

he pushed your hair back a little and kissed your temple. “jack why did you leave me? i needed you.” you said and turned to him so that you were facing him. he put your hands around your waist, “bae i’m sorry, that night i never wanted to hurt you. i wanted nothing more than to be with you but i had to leave…i wanted you to be here with me but you had shit going on and i hate the fact that i even asked you to pack your stuff and come with me.” he said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

you started playing with his curls, “i forgive you j.” you whispered in his ear. you and jack held eye contact for a while before jack looked down at your lips, you smirked and pushed his head closer to you as he smashed his lips to yours. jack picked you up and walked over to the bed with your lips still touching his, jack softly placed you onto the bed as he took off your shorts.

he slowly kissed down your tummy to your pussy, you moaned as he sucked on your clit. you pushed his head down to make him go deeper in your pussy, making you moan even louder and eventually you came all over his beautiful face and curls.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒, i rushed that smut part 😭

[ourshadowstallerthanoursoul]

On this day... - April 25th

On this day Led Zeppelin performed:

+ 1969 : Winterland in San Francisco, California, USA

“Led Zeppelin had everyone awestruck and at the edge of their seats (toes for those on the floor). They came on incredibly strong and lived up to every expectation I had. Their first set was almost non-stop for the first five numbers, each one done incredibly well. […] Don't miss them next time they're around.” – ‘Zeppelin, Trinity and Racing Dogs’ by E. March

+ 1977 : Freedom Hall in Louisville, Kentucky, USA

“The biggest act in music today, Led Zeppelin, was at Freedom Hall recently and its “presence” was an experience I shall never forget. It’s hard to describe the awesome power and the soothing sweetness of the band. This contrast in its music is just one reason why it is Number 1. The concert proved that Zeppelin can do anything and do it well. […] The amazing thing about one of Zeppelin’s concerts is the way they change the mood so effectively. […] The light show is unequalled in our day and age. Literally, the stage was set for another change in the crowd’s mood as the band sat down for some acoustical songs. […] Every song was great, the entire concert was magnificent. Now I have no doubts that Led Zeppelin is the greatest rock group of all time.” – ‘Led Zeppelin in Louisville!’ by Ralph Sidway

[yourfrankiethings]

Buck's Restaurant and Bar, Louisville, 4/1/23

exterior – 425 W Ormsby Ave, Louisville, KY 40203 Buck’s Restaurant is in the heart of Old Louisville in the historic Mayflower building.  Established in 1992 they wanted to create a “moon garden” and filled the restaurant and bar with white flowers against the dark green walls.  The continental menu is served on artfully mismatched china and nightly live piano music adds to the ambiance.  The…