#Marianne Turner

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Bridgerton OC Updates

New:

Jonathan “Jon” Lockhart in Lovesick [ x Anthony Bridgerton & Florentia Seymour ] – he’s Anthony’s friend from Oxford, definitely some gay experimentation, another lord who is expected to find a suitable wife, but he’s already in love with Anthony

Honora Danbury in That Thing Called Love [ x Anthony Bridgerton ] – Lady Danbury's granddaughter, raised by her grandmother and very close with Simon. She was engaged but her husband got her pregnant before the wedding and then left her

Recast / Changed:

Euphemia Bridgerton in Lonely Nights – previously Emmeline Bridgerton, Eloise's twin

Florentia Seymour in Lovesick [ x Anthony Bridgerton & Jonathan Lockwood ] – everyone expected her to be the diamond of the season but she recently became an orphan and is now raising her younger sister, no one can imagine any man wanting to marry a woman already raising a child

Isabella Turner in Delicate [ x Benedict Bridgerton ] – recast. Made her debut the previous season, only to be caught up in scandal and is considered ruined, left before the end of the season. Just returned to the ton, and has caught Benedict's eye

Marianne Templeton in A Million Little Times [ x Benedict Bridgerton ] – recast. Now in her third season. In her first season she received nearly two dozen proposals and rejected them all, received another dozen in her second season and rejected them all too. The only man she ever gives the time of day to is Benedict

[omg-hellgirl]

I never imagined Mick would be fucking Anita.

I see Anita as very much a victim of all this, the vulnerable one who should have been looked after and protected. Her breakup with Brian over the previous year had been devastating. It was only natural that she would find Mick's incarnation of Turner irresistible.

Marianne Faithfull, Faithfull: An Autobiography.

[piracyandpumpturns]

i need to scream with someone.

reblog so i know who you are 😭

[boricuacherry-blog]

Ike and Tina Turner were on the same bill as the [Rolling] Stones, and in the hallway outside the Stones' dressing room Mick was getting lessons in the Sideways Pony from Tina Turner (much to the amusement of the Ikettes). Mick could dance, but compared to Tina he was, well, spastic. Tina would demonstrate a few steps and Mick would try to follow along. He was good humored about the whole thing, even as Tina rolled her eyeballs at Mick's flatfootedness.

-Marianne Faithfull

[plitnick]

Cornel West Is a Great Presidential Candidate, But His "People's Party" Run Is a Big Mistake

Cornel West launched a presidential campaign this week. he is running as the candidate of the so-called People’s Party. There’s been a good deal of backlash at his decision to run. I would support him running a primary campaign against Joe Biden, but this third-party run is a mistake. I outline why and what a preferable alternative is in this piece at Medium.

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Okay, folks, the mini-tourney is inching closer to the finals, so I'm going to give a list of the competitors in the Miss Billboard Tourney in order to give everyone a chance to submit more propaganda. The nominees are:

Lale Andersen

Marian Anderson

Signe Toly Anderson

Julie Andrews

LaVerne Andrews

Maxene Andrews

Patty Andrews

Ann-Margret

Joan Armatrading

Dorothy Ashby

Joan Baez

Pearl Bailey

Belle Baker

Josephine Baker

LaVern Baker

Florence Ballard

Brigitte Bardot

Eileen Barton

Fontella Bass

Shirley Bassey

Maggie Bell

Lola Beltran

Ivy Benson

Gladys Bentley

Jane Birkin

Cilla Black

Ronee Blakley

Teresa Brewer

Anne Briggs

Ruth Brown

Joyce Bryant

Vashti Bunyan

Kate Bush

Montserrat Caballe

Maria Callas

Blanche Calloway

Wendy Carlos

Cathy Carr

Raffaella Carra

Diahann Carroll

Karen Carpenter

June Carter Cash

Charo

Cher

Meg Christian

Gigliola Cinquetti

Petula Clark

Merry Clayton

Patsy Cline

Rosemary Clooney

Natalie Cole

Judy Collins

Alice Coltrane

Betty Comden

Barbara Cook

Rita Coolidge

Gal Costa

Ida Cox

Karen Dalton

Marie-Louise Damien

Betty Davis

Jinx Dawson

Doris Day

Blossom Dearie

Kiki Dee

Lucienne Delyle

Sandy Denny

Jackie DeShannon

Gwen Dickey

Marlene Dietrich

Marie-France Dufour

Julie Driscoll

Yvonne Elliman

Cass Elliot

Maureen Evans

Agnetha Faeltskog

Marianne Faithfull

Mimi Farina

Max Feldman

Gracie Fields

Ella Fitzgerald

Roberta Flack

Lita Ford

Connie Francis

Aretha Franklin

France Gall

Judy Garland

Crystal Gayle

Gloria Gaynor

Bobbie Gentry

Astrud Gilberto

Donna Jean Godchaux

Lesley Gore

Eydie Gorme

Margo Guryan

Sheila Guyse

Nina Hagen

Francoise Hardy

Emmylou Harris

Debbie Harry

Annie Haslam

Billie Holiday

Mary Hopkin

Lena Horne

Helen Humes

Betty Hutton

Janis Ian

Mahalia Jackson

Wanda Jackson

Etta James

Joan Jett

Bessie Jones

Etta Jones

Gloria Jones

Grace Jones

Shirley Jones

Tamiko Jones

Janis Joplin

Barbara Keith

Carole King

Eartha Kitt

Chaka Khan

Hildegard Knef

Gladys Knight

Sonja Kristina

Patti Labelle

Cleo Laine

Nicolette Larson

Daliah Lavi

Vicky Leandros

Peggy Lee

Rita Lee

Alis Lesley

Barbara Lewis

Abbey Lincoln

Melba Liston

Julie London

Darlene Love

Lulu

Anni-Frid Lyngstad

Barbara Lynn

Loretta Lynn

Vera Lynn

Siw Malmkvist

Lata Mangeshkar

Linda McCartney

Kate McGarrigle

Christie McVie

Bette Midler

Jean Millington

June Millington

Liza Minnelli

Carmen Miranda

Joni Mitchell

Liz Mitchell

Marion Montgomery

Lee Morse

Nana Mouskouri

Anne Murray

Wenche Myhre

Holly Near

Olivia Newton-John

Stevie Nicks

Nico

Laura Nyro

Virginia O’Brien

Odetta

Yoko Ono

Shirley Owens

Patti Page

Dolly Parton

Freda Payne

Michelle Phillips

Edith Piaf

Ruth Pointer

Leontyne Price

Suzi Quatro

Gertrude Rainey

Bonnie Raitt

Carline Ray

Helen Reddy

Della Reese

Martha Reeves

June Richmond

Jeannie C. Riley

Minnie Riperton

Jean Ritchie

Chita Rivera

Clara Rockmore

Linda Ronstadt

Marianne Rosenberg

Diana Ross

Anna Russell

Melanie Safka

Buffy Sainte-Marie

Samantha Sang

Pattie Santos

Hazel Scott

Doreen Shaffer

Jackie Shane

Marlena Shaw

Sandie Shaw

Dinah Shore

Judee Sill

Carly Simon

Nina Simone

Nancy Sinatra

Siouxsie Sioux

Grace Slick

Bessie Smith

Mamie Smith

Patti Smith

Ethel Smyth

Mercedes Sosa

Ronnie Spector

Dusty Springfield

Mavis Staples

Candi Staton

Barbra Streisand

Poly Styrene

Maxine Sullivan

Donna Summer

Pat Suzuki

Norma Tanega

Tammi Terrell

Sister Rosetta Tharpe

Big Mama Thornton

Mary Travers

Moe Tucker

Tina Turner

Twiggy

Bonnie Tyler

Sylvia Tyson

Sarah Vaughan

Sylvie Vartan

Mariska Veres

Akiko Wada

Claire Waldoff

Jennifer Warnes

Dee Dee Warwick

Dionne Warwick

Dinah Washington

Ethel Waters

Elisabeth Welch

Kitty Wells

Mary Wells

Juliane Werding

Tina Weymouth

Cris Williamson

Ann Wilson

Mary Wilson

Nancy Wilson

Anna Mae Winburn

Syreeta Wright

Tammy Wynette

Nan Wynn

Those in italics have five or more pieces of usable visual, written, or audio propaganda already. If you have any visuals like photos or videos, or if you have something to say in words, submit it to this blog before round one begins on June 25th!

If you don't see a name you submitted here, it's because most or all of their career was as a child/they were too young for the cutoff, their career was almost entirely after 1979, or music was something they only dabbled in and are hardly known for. There are quite a few ladies on the list whose primary career wasn't "recording artist" or "live musician," but released several albums or were in musical theater, so they've been accepted.

[in-the-stacks]

Presenting If I Could Keep You Little by Marianne Richmond. Reviewed by Kate's Page Turners for In the Stacks.

https://www.inthestacks.tv/2024/06/kates-page-turners-if-i-could-keep-you-little

[thelongstrangedrivehome2]

playlist for the fifteenth of february twenty twenty-four

Massive Attack - Unfinished Sympathy

Dimmer - Pacer

UB40 - Red Red Wine

David Bowie - Space Oddity

Marianne Faithful - Guilt

Leonard Cohen - So Long, Marianne

Buzzcocks - Something's Gone Wrong Again

Fleetwood Mac - Gypsy

Nico - Purple Lips

Lady Gaga - Black Jesus + Amen fashion

Belle & Sebastian - The State I Am In

David Bowie - Growing Up

Outkast - Spread

Brian Wilson - Good Vibrations

Stevie Nicks - Free Fallin'

Soundgarden - Blow Up The Outside World

Melissa Etheridge - Precious Pain

Bob Dylan - I'm Not There

R.E.M. - Final Straw

Tash Sultana - Synergy

Fiona Apple - Slow Like Honey

Radiohead - A Punch Up At A Wedding (No No No No No No No No)

The Velvet Underground - New Age

Tina Turner - Pick Me Tonight

A Tribe Called Quest - Footprints

Patti Smith - Elegie

The White Stripes - When I Hear My Name

[sbrown82]

The post about Pat and Mick was really interesting to find out about and look more into. I also felt really weird about the way that girl was pressured into doing things she wasn’t comfortable with, especially at such a young and vulnerable age and coming from a history of trauma and abuse.

The guys from the Rolling Stones are cool and we should give them kudos for the creative stuff they did but I think it’s also ok to acknowledge when they do bad things.

It feels a little like victim blaming to ask why a young woman with trauma didn’t just leave or not do something she didn’t want to - a lot of people who were in downright abusive relationships are asked those very same questions without regard for the different power dynamics and complexities at play. I just feel like the older person shouldn’t have seen that their partner was resisting or uncomfortable with something and had them do it to please them anyway. It sounds more like exploitation than her being given a chance to be free and explore her own sexuality; if that was the case her own interests would be included/catered to and her boundaries taken seriously.

There’s a issue of certain men knowing they can coerce black women because if we speak out no one believes us or fights for us the way they do others so we have to understand and stick up for other black women - especially the younger ones because they deserve to be treated right, like humans and not means to and ends. We don’t have to make excuses for the people that use or hurt when they do that because they’re white men, famous or did other stuff that we like/respect (and if we care for those people we need to hold them accountable so they grow and change for the better). Even if that kind of treatment was more normal back in the day and women were expected and conditioned to just go with it despite their feelings, we don’t have to tolerate it now.

Mick never pressured her to do anything, tho! He never “forced” her to have threesomes and group sex with other women. It just sort of happened because he was sleeping with both P.P. and Marianne at the same time. P.P., who Mick started dating when he was still with Chrissie Shrimpton, also didn’t tell him about what was really going on. He wasn’t aware of her trauma. In one chapter of her book, Mick asked her about Ike and Tina, and she told him Ike was violent, but she never actually told him that Ike raped her. She also didn’t tell Mick that her ex-husband used to beat her. He was always curious as to why she was keen on staying in London, but she never really explained why. She wanted to make records under his label so she wouldn’t have to go back home or with the Ikettes. People weren’t really open about abuse in those days. You just didn’t talk about it. But the Stones all kinda knew about Ike’s violence. Keith, Brian and Bill were also messing with Ikettes and they would tell them about what was going on behind the scenes. And on top of that, even though she was previously married and had children young, P.P. was a bit of a church girl. A lot of Black women and girls in those days didn't have the freedom to explore their sexuality without shame or judgement. White girls can get away with a lot of things that we can’t because we're Black and we’d get called “fast” for it. I think that's where a lot of the hesitation came from. But Mick didn't understand that he's white and from another country. In the book she claimed, "I was a good girl. As boring as that all sounds. Even when I came to England, everybody thinks I’m all hip and everything just because I’m an Afro-American girl. I wasn’t hip! I was boring as hell. And Mick Jagger will tell you that. He was always saying, ‘Why are black girls so uptight?’ Because we have morals. That’s why."

[weshallc]

When is the Wedding?

Old Skool Turnadette.

Second of (which is now) three parts.

Thank you @fourteen-teacups and everyone who commented, reblogged or liked part one.

One O’clock

Shelagh returned to All Saints’ Church for the second time that day. Dr Turner had gone on his rounds and she had prepared lunch for Timothy and his grandmother. Marianne's mother had volunteered to keep the boy company while she and Patrick made their arrangements.

Granny Parker appeared to be as excited as her grandson about the forthcoming wedding. This had taken Shelagh by surprise at first, aware that her daughter had only passed away two years ago. But, the more she watched grandson and grandmother together, the more Shelagh began to realise that Timothy’s happiness was the older lady's main concern.

Mrs Parker had confided in her over Christmas that Shelagh believed to be a God send. She hadn't been convinced Patrick was coping as a single parent . Not wanting to come across as an interfering busty body, she had been summing up the courage to suggest to her son-in-law that Timothy go and live with her in Bexly Heath for a couple of years. Shelagh had been really shocked at this revelation and although she appreciated Mrs Parker’s concern and her willingness to help, she knew this would have hurt Patrick's feelings.

Shelagh had rarely seen him lose his temper, maybe occasionally with a negligent professional or an over officious board member. Only once on a personal level when the nursing staff refused Shelagh access to sit with Timothy because she was a day away from being his mother.

Mrs Parker was a warm and jovial woman, but she could see that Timothy didn’t just inherit his straightforwardness from his father's side. If Granny Parker misjudged her approach when raising her concerns and its solution, it could have damaged their relationship irrevocably.

These thoughts occupied Shelagh’s mind as she made her way through the transept and headed for the back of the church, retracing Patrick’s and her steps from earlier that day. She knocked on the large mahogany door of Reverend Raymond’s office.

The responding “Enter” brought a smile to Shelagh’s lips. How often had she heard that word from those lips over the last ten years? Although from behind a different door. She pushed the heavy barrier open.

“Shelagh, it’s so lovely to see you.” Sister Julienne was so impressed with herself for not throwing herself upon the young woman standing before her she released a rush of air which she disguised with a cough.

“Reverend Raymond said you’d be here this afternoon. I hope you will forgive my impromptu visit?” Shelagh rushed her greeting, alarmed that she hadn’t thought to telephone ahead.

The older woman was now by her side and had taken hold of her hand to reassure her friend.

“Reverend Raymond has been so generous in allowing me the use of his office, on an occasional basis, to complete Nonnatus paperwork and to store a lot of our documents in the crypt.”

Sister Julienne never changed, Shelagh thought, always thankful, always seeing God’s will in every hurdle that crossed her path.

“I also have full permission to make use of the kitchen. Would you like a cup of tea?” Shelagh’s protests of being a nuisance were soon silenced as her host explained she had been just about to allow herself a much desired break.

As a nun who had once wondered if she herself might one day be called on to run a convent, she admired the deftness of her mentor’s social skills and ability to put everyone around her at ease.

In the end, the church housekeeper had ushered the two women back into the office, perhaps not with the same social skills as Sister Julienne. She entered the office ten minutes later carrying a tray set with a fine bone china Royal Worcester Torquay tea set. A tea plate was full of raspberry jam tarts, which she informed her guests were the reverend’s favourites, but he could spare a couple.

As Sister Julienne played mother, sadness enveloped Shelagh; her own dramas had detached her slightly from the struggles her former colleagues were facing, as a result of being forced to abandon Nonnatus.

“I’m sorry to take up your time, Sister. I know this must be a difficult time for you, as us all, so many memories to be just ground into dust.”

“I can’t deny it has been a challenging time, but a building will be ground to dust. But, my memories and faith will remain very much intact. The order and our spirit are still very much alive.”

“Of course, Sister.” Shelagh took a sip of tea, wondering if it was the exact same teacup she had drank from that morning.

“But we mustn't dwell on the past. What of the future? May I enquire how did your first visit of the day to this office conclude?”

“Thank you for asking, Sister. Dr Turner and I are to be married the second week in February.”

“Splendid, the Lord dwells not in the old and decaying, but in the new and flourishing. One of many fresh starts I hope this year.”

As Shelagh helped herself to a tart, she wondered if they had been baked between visits or if the vicar actually didn’t like to share,

“So, when is the wedding?”

Forty minutes to two.

Talking to Sister Julienne always calmed her fears. Her steps were lighter, leaving the church and heading back to Timothy. She had been foolish to cut herself off from her friends, her family if she was truthful. She had been so thrilled to be forming a new family with Patrick and Timothy she had underestimated that change, even positive change, takes time and effort. She had found herself no longer a sister, yet not quite a Turner.

As traumatising Timothy’s illness and the consequences had been the blessing behind it had been the postponing of the wedding. It had given her and Patrick time to get to know each other a little better against the backdrop of tragedy rather than caught up in the nervous energy of a new romance.

It had also broadened her notions of what being a mother involved. In the sanatorium she had daydreamed of tucking the boy up in bed and helping him read. She’d wanted to draw with him and play the piano. She imagined sitting in the front row beside Patrick and applauding him in his school play.

That moment she was stranded behind the ward door looking helplessly on with the Matron’s words echoing around her head “You are not his mother” she’d known there and then that she wasn’t Timothy’s mother. The realisation had hit her that repeating her vows before God and wearing Patrick’s ring wouldn't miraculously make her fit for the role. It would be a title she would need to earn. She had a lot to learn.

A squeeze of her arm jolted Shelagh back to reality.

“Hello, you”

“Oh hello Trixie, how are you?” The young midwife was gingerly maintaining her balance on her bicycle, one foot planted on the pavement.

“Very cross with you. Chummy and I have been trying to arrange a time with you to design your wedding dress. If I didn't know better, I'd think you had been avoiding me.”

“My main concern these days is caring for young Timothy and encouraging him with his exercises, not on frivolous things such as gowns.” Shelagh knew she had overreacted. that her all too recent musings on motherhood had coloured her reply.

Trixie paused for a second, as if she was considering how to respond herself. As she studied Shelagh, she wondered what she saw; her confident colleague and superior or a neurotic woman, only slightly older than herself, but completely out of her depth.

The midwife hopped off her bike and leant it against the wall of the nearby Napoli. Taking hold of Shelagh’s arm once again, she pushed her through the Italian bistro’s door.

The warmth of the cafe complimented the welcome from behind the counter.

“Nurse Franklin. Lovely to see you again. Sit anywhere, you have avoided the rush.”

Shelagh sat opposite Trixie, filling a table for two next to an enormous mirror. It had been three months since Shelagh had looked at herself in the sanatorium mirror wearing her tired 1940s two piece, but the unexpected appearance of her reflection wrong footed her. She noticed Trixie gave her own image the briefest of glimpses and adjusted her hat in response.

A dark haired man in his twenties with a pristine white shirt and military ironed black trousers arrived at the table offering to take their coats. Trixie explained they would just be taking tea and a cannoli each. Shelagh wanted to protest that she could still taste the vicar’s Typhoo on her lips and had a raspberry seed wedged into one of her molars. The discomfort brought on by the mirror and the lack of familiarity in her surroundings somehow weakened her ability to protest.

The tea arrived swiftly in a large stainless steel teapot accompanied by two white pyrex turquoise band teacups and saucers. A matching tea plate with the Italian cream filled pastry followed.

Trixie ignored Shelagh’s raised hand towards the tea strainer she was flowing the hot amber liquid trough and filled her teacup to the rim.

“How long have we known each other?” Trixie had obviously come to a conclusion regarding the dilemma that appeared to have gripped her out doors. “You were the only one who saw through me almost ten years ago.” The bridge of Shelagh’s nose wrinkled in confusion. “You saw through my clipped, cut glass tones and my faultless sense of style and saw a nurse and a midwife and believed in me. I now can see through you, Sister Bernadette as was, you need to believe in yourself as a bride worthy of the man that adores you.”

Shelagh smiled affectionately at her friend and used the pastry fork to poke at her unprecedented third treat of the day.

“A little bird told me that you and Dr Turner had a very special appointment this morning.”

Shelagh decided it was only fair to relieve her animated companion's agitation.

“Yes, the wedding is booked for the second week in February.”

“That soon! Oh, we have so much work to do in such a short time.” Trixie dropped her fork and placed both hands on either side of her waist as if steadying herself.

“We do?” Exclaimed Shelagh.

Trixie frowned at the woman opposite, as if she was without reason.

“When is the wedding?”

[omg-hellgirl]

Mick's personality was not dark enough or damaged enough to support a mythic character such as Turner. Turner was a sort of jaded Prince of Denmark Street, but Mick was no Prince Hamlet. There's nothing truly mythic or tragic about Mick. He's too normal, too sane for any truly bizarre fate to befall him.

Brian and Keith seemed, if not actually tragic figures, at least fated personalities, human beings with fatal flaws caught in the tow of deep undercurrents.

Marianne Faithfull, Faithfull: An Autobiography.

[argumentativantitheticaldream]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ :⋆𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞 𝔗𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝔄𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 - The beginning of a series I'd like to start, feedback is appreciated, if you know me you do not.

- y/n -

background info:

y/n has moved out and is struggling to adjust to becomming an adult as she finds herself clinging to the books which once consumed her childhood, despite the stifling loneliness and paraphernalia of adulthood she is still catching eyes of men in her village.

Her favourite books:

- Dracula (Bram Stoker)

- White Nights (Fyodor Dostoevsky)

- The Masque of The Red Death (E. A Poe)

- Metamorphosis (Franz Kafka)

Her favourite songs:

- You're so Dark (Arctic Monkeys)

- How did it end? (Taylor Swift)

- Bella Lugosi's Dead (Bauhaus)

- So Long, Marianne (Leonard Cohen)

- Alex Turner -

background info:

spending his life in constant solitude Turner often roams the halls of his chateau, whiskey in hand, mumbling incoherently to himself. he finds himself weak and hungry and spurs himself to finally leave one night searching for a victim lacking the usual front of a vampire and taking a more attractive form

His favourite pass times:

- drinking liquor out of crystal glasses

- standing at his balcony in solidarity

- lurking omnisciently in his vast hallways

- mumbling incoherently into the darkness

[duckapus]

Meme Regulation Units

(5/11/24: edited because I was looking through stuff and realized at some point I'd forgotten to start from 0 when counting the MRUs)

MRU0 & MRU1

Statuses: Active

Anchor: Link

The first Meme Regulation Units to be created. While Hyrule currently lacks the technology necessary to even begin inventing the internet, Purah and Robbie managed to invent radio and rig the Skyview Towers into transmitters, with MRU1 hosting a podcast as part of the starting lineup. Meanwhile, the fact that the Internet Graveyard is part of the Sacred Realm has allowed MRU0 to quickly become proficient in Spirit Magic.

MRU2 & MRU3

Statuses: Active

Anchor: Doc

Haven't come up with anything for them yet.

MRU4 & MRU5

Statuses: Active

Anchor: Frida

5 and Frida got off to a rough start thanks to Frida's experiences with Faeries, but they get along fine now.

MRU6 & MRU7

Statuses: Active

Anchor: Timmy Turner

Currently the only MRUs to see their Supervisor as a parental figure.

MRU8 & MRU9/"Marianne Teegan"

Statuses: Active

Anchor: Rodney Teegan (Champion Form)

The Janitor of Heart universe runs on similar rules to the Tulip's Road Trip universe (superhero stuff aside) so to avoid complications 9's been enrolled at Mina's school with the cover story is that she's Rodney's grandniece "Marianne" who's staying with him For Reasons (most common theory for those not in the know is that her parents kicked her out for being gay and her great-uncle took her in). She wasn't sure about the name at first but it's been growing on her.

8 doesn't bother with a human name since she's usually in the IG. Most people who care about her name at all just assume she's trans (which adds more fuel to the "shitty parents" theory).

[bitter69uk]

“During her absence the mood and attitude to music had completely altered. People did not want practiced perfection and the musical snobbery of old was all but gone. The audience wanted honesty; the true to life version of a performer, not the all-singing, all-dancing cardboard cut-out with an ironed-on smile. Marianne gave them what they wanted and more – she was the epitome of the spirit of punk. She could no longer sing without her voice shattering, and gripping the microphone stand was often the only way to stay upright. The band was loud, occasionally chaotic (but not incompetent, which many were) and the fans loved every minute. Punk was about crude art without intellectualism or pretension, and Marianne understood it completely and through it found an ingenuous way to abscond from her fatigued image … Ian Birch at Melody Maker was one of the first to discern the New Marianne. In her studded leather choker and Lana Turner-style wraparound, he dubbed her “the elegantly ravaged outsider” and remarked that she appeared to be moving in the Edith Piaf direction, a point that was to become reinforced later with tedious regularity. Marianne was set to become a euphemism to illustrate someone wasted, wrecked, tortured, experienced, soiled, obscure, unsung, ignored, misunderstood, and she believed in her new status as a purveyor of Art from Life; revelling in self-crucifixion, with drug abuse, dead friends, sexual infidelity, attempted suicide, and an uncanny talent providing the nails from which she could she could hang for the macabre to gawp.”

/ From the biography Marianne Faithfull (1991) by Mark Hodkinson /

Pictured: Marianne Faithfull performing at The Music Machine in Camden, 1978. Faithfull’s stark embittered post-punk masterpiece Broken English was released on this day (2 November 1979) forty-four years ago.

[deepdowninmybones]

1974 - "Making room for everyone"

The Turner kiddies finally meet their new niece Marianne. Enjoy the new chapter!