#Shady Ridge Records

[trevlad-sounds]

Invisible Club 036

23.10.2024

Intro 00:00 Oceanographer–Moon Flower 01:24 Parallel Worlds–Just Strange 06:40 Nacht Plank & Futuregrapher–Sky High 9.06 10:10 The Home Current–Mini Drifter 16:03 Receptor Modulator–Invade 19:35 Battaglia–Fight 26:23 Psycho Kick–Black sky 27:19 Bernard Grancher–Courir pour rire 30:46 Gaudi Kosmisches Trio–Luxury Squat 36:04 gribbles–Childer 43:07 Aerophobia–RT. Corps 46:13 Town and County–Salcombe Surge 50:13 Peltiform–Jitr ft. Room of Wires 54:24 Garber–First Contact 58:35 Tadhe–Unwanted Evil 1:06:15 Kayla Painter–Ice Shells 1:11:06 Outro 1:15:22

[theinfinitedivides]

the MDL comment section for this drama is the gift that keeps on giving when it comes to (bad) takes on Gil Chae and Ryang Eum, and so i thought i should copy something i posted over there in response to several people calling Ryang Eum 'toxic' and a 'liar', as well as add a few extra things:

if we're going to bring up lying, then first off we have to establish that every member of this love triangle have lied to each other at at least one point or another during the series. Gil Chae lied to Soon Yuk about marrying him after he came home from the war if he protected Young Master Yeon Joon and also lied to Jang Hyun about said young master being the one she was thinking of when she called him husband at the end of ep 4, Ryang Eum lied to Jang Hyun about who Gil Chae had looked at when the announcement of war came during the sixtieth anniversary celebration in ep 2, and Jang Hyun lied to Ryang Eum about losing the dagger he had given him as a gift (token of love *cough*) when he had actually given it to Gil Chae to defend herself while they were on the run. it's probably not a good idea to start ranking the lies by the percentage of morality/who got hurt as a result bc that's mostly absent here—a driving concept in MD is that nothing is truly black and white—but that levels the playing field pretty evenly imo.

now the story Ryang Eum told in ep 8 on the journey to Shimyang is not toxic, by any means. it is a well-known folktale in Korea that has been retold both in various folk song recordings and in a 1972 film, and the basic gist of the story is that Gap Dol and Gap Soon loved each other but never quite said it directly/strongly enough (Jang Hyun and Gil Chae dancing around each other anyone?), hence Gap Soon getting married off to another man (Gil Chae's miliary officer suitor) and having his children. there are variations that have Gap Dol coming to ask Gap Soon to run away with him (besties if this keeps going where we think it might we're in danger), but that story was brought up in response to Jang Hyun's query of if it was possible to have one man in your heart for so long and not change, after his conversation with Gil Chae on the ridge; Ryang Eum said that it was, although he did note that 'you cannot do it by effort. nobody, no one can touch that forever until the day you die'. did he use this to partially warn Jang Hyun off of pursuing Gil Chae out of selfish reasons (i said in the tags of a previous post that that line sounded like he was talking more about himself than her)? yes. is he also genuinely concerned about Jang Hyun getting his heart broken by someone who is apparently in love with someone else despite her actions? yes.

we know, by now, that Ryang Eum is in love with Jang Hyun. we also know that Jang Hyun has squarely friendzoned him, though it's still up in the air whether he knows about Ryang Eum's feelings or not. so far, up to ep 8, he hasn't done anything we can really consider as sabotage to the main couple, and from what i've seen of the commentary on ep 9 hasn't done anything in that regard either (except return home early and possibly run into Gil Chae, but we all know the editing on these things when they want to conceal sh*t is shady af). if he really did decide to not to carry Jang Hyun's message in ep 10 specifically so that Gil Chae would go and get married anyway, then we can talk about crossing the line and entering the toxic SL arc and that, by extension, would warrant whatever tf is going on with him in the apparent ep 10 preview. (i have heard the rumors. they're not good) to me, he's not quite there yet. if he was, then we'd have to bring up Gil Chae and her multiple attempts to draw Yeon Joon away from Eun Ae early in the series, and i can hear the misogyny and Gil Chae hater brigade coming back again to join the party from here. if that doesn't happen, then, there's probably another reason why he and Jang Hyun are at odds. not sure if anything can be truly worse than that, but we'll see ig sksksksk

[briarridgerp]

[ TAKEN ] CAMERON BISHOP (Michael B Jordan) is looking for his ROMANTIC INTEREST/BLACKMAILER.

CONNECTIONS NAME:

UTP!

CONNECTION:

Romantic interest/blackmailer

AGE:

UTP, but over the age of 33 please!

FACECLAIM:

Very much up to player, but I would prefer it if they were a fcoc! Some ideas are: Amber Riley, Pooja Hedge, Candice Patton, Set Ye Ji, Brenda Song, Lindsey Morgan, Jacqueline Fernandez, Kat Graham, but I'm very flexible!

BACKGROUND

Cameron's father built Gem Pharmaceuticals from the ground up on shady business, unbeknownst to Cameron. He took bribes, paid politicians to lobby for approvals of certain drugs, etc etc. When he passed away and Cameron took over, Cameron worked himself to the bone (almost literally) trying to legitimise the business. And he was good at it! Very quickly, he was able to cut off any prior agreements or arrangements with his father's 'friends' and made sure that the company was actually turning a profit on the up and up. This process however, made a lot of people angry, lost them lots of money, maybe even got them in legal trouble. I would love to have someone who had an agreement or something like that with his father - who really got screwed over when Cameron took over Gem Pharmaceuticals - to send their daughter or pay someone to come to Briar Ridge specifically with the intention of getting close enough to Cameron that he might actually admit to them the kind of shady business deals that Gem Pharmaceuticals was doing before he took over. If they can somehow record this and get it back to their father/employer, their father/employer could then use it to blackmail Cameron, or even get him in trouble with the law as payback for how Cameron screwed them over. I'm so flexible with the details of how this all works out exactly, but basically I imagine this person working really hard to get close to Cam, trying to get him to fall for them, all in the hopes of him eventually admitting to them what his company used to do. Whatever happens in regards to if they manage to get the admission from Cam, if they give it to their father/employer, if Cam actually falls for them, if they fall for Cameron along the way, all of that is so up for discussion!

EXTRA

I imagine when things go to shit and Cameron finally finds out what was really going on, that there would be lots of pain like this, and this, and this.

CONTACT

Please contact the BECCA on this blog.

[angelridgekorry]

( andy biersack (black), 29, cis man, he/him ) oh! it’s that [ GREASER ] from [ THE KRAKENS ], they live in [ HILLCREST TRAILERS ]. they’re called [ EVIL  (AS IN EVIL KNIEVEL) ] but their real name is [ KORRY ST. JAMES ]. they work as a [ RIDE OPERATOR AT THE BOARDWALK ]. i heard they are [ SARCASTIC ], i also heard others say they are [ KIND ]. but who knows? the gossip mill says [ HE’S A PLAYBOY ].

FULL NAME: korry brady st. james AGE: 29 AFFILIATION/TITLE/RANK: member, the krakens BIRTHDATE: february 13 ZODIAC SIGN: aquarius OCCUPATION: ride operator @ the boardwalk RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

HEADCANONS (tw: parental death, drugs, prison, illness, friend death)

korry was born in chicago, illinois on february 13 to single mother patricia thomeson. his father, jerimiah st. james, was imprisoned at the time of korry's birth, and later passed away in prison, a casualty of a gang conflict gone far south. jerimiah was the right hand of a powerful and known gang leader, and became a target through shady dealings in an operation that reached overseas. following his death, patricia and korry became targets. patricia didn't have a positive track record of being the world's best mother. knowing she couldn't bring herself to be what her son needed, she escaped chicago and headed for angel ridge, where she left korry in the care of her already ailing mother.

raised by his already ailing grandmother betty, korry began caring for her at a young age. growing resentment for his parents and the lifestyles they'd chosen began to get under his skin in ways he couldn't recognize, fueling an anger that began at a young age. puberty did nothing to help those feelings, and while e never turned his feelings or vendettas towards his grandmother, he began running the streets, following in his father's footsteps unwittingly in his attempt to show the world his anger at the life his father had lived. falling into the same habits, korry found himself facing down the law and involved in very unsavory activities. despite the distance between chicago and angel ridge, korry's father's position and ultimate end was known in town as well, given his familial connections (he and patricia fled to chicago together following their graduation). because of that history and reputation of his father drove people's expectations of korry.

at the age of 18, korry watched one of his best friends pass away at the hands of the violence that was a result of some of the activities they were involved in. while things weren't directly related to the gangs and factions in town, the loss of his friend gave korry large pause to re-examine his life and choices. his grandmother's health was deteriorating further, and he knew the stress he was placing her under was only adding more stress. deciding to change his ways, he began working on a commitment to be different. still, tensions in town were high, and he found himself pressured to take a side. with the death in town and a new faction forming, korry saw his opportunity to begin promoting the change he wishes to see. joining the krakens, he maintains his reputation as one of the town bad-boys, but internally wants to continue to make changes. he has also secretly begun taking night classes, wanting to work towards getting out of angel ridge at some point, and seeking a new beginning.

[libidomechanica]

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[fard-rock-blog]

Lameba/Joyello | Shreds Of Consciousness In A Place Of Dying

Etichetta: Shady Ridge Records Tracce: 7 – Durata: 32:11 Genere: Elettronica Sito: Lameba, Joyello, Shady Ridge Oggi vi segnalo il nuovo disco che ho realizzato assieme a Lameba, come nuovo capitolo di una collaborazione ormai consolidata. Come può lasciar intendere il titolo in inglese, Shreds Of Consciousness In A Place Of Dying esce per una etichetta discografica americana specializzata in…

[alimurray]

The new album from my dark ambient/drone music project The Lonely Bell is out now on Shady Ridge Records. It's called 'Kingdoms of the Deep'.

It's a deep sea ambient concept album - a dark underwater journey into a cold watery abyss.

Stream/Download : http://thelonelybell.bandcamp.com/album/kingdoms-of-the-deep…

The dark ocean awaits you...

[murtaghsbeard]

Season 5 ep 10 - Mercy shall follow me

Old Pippin and Bonnet discuss their plans to get Bonnet’s record expunged and get custody of the plantation-owning toddler, Jemmy. Old Pippin is a lawyer evidently, but clearly a bad one because when he asks Bonnet to be compensated for his legal efforts he allows Bonnet to tell him “you’ll get some money somewhere down the line on the condition that the desired outcome of my complex plan is achieved.” That is not good billing practice, old Pippin!

Also your client is talking about bumping off people who stand between him and his money, so maybe read between the lines here. Old Pippin is getting swindled in the short term and probably getting dead in the long term.

Oh, no! They’ve dressed Ian up like some sort of Quaker! He interrupts a very Outlander conversation of “this man we are dealing with is a shady character and he may try to double cross us.” “Yes, that is very likely to happen, but let’s not bother to make any kind of contingency plan about that likely outcome, because .... I don’t feel like it?” “Ok” “ok”

Claire tries to get a new syringe made in Wilmington. But some malevolent force tdb is watching them

The girls go to the beach and have very forced dialogue about whales. The pod of whales does not inspire them to stick close together.

Roger begins to feel more macho about killing Bonnet, who does not show up to his pre arranged meeting with the Fraser’s Ridge lads. Just as well. Roger isn’t very good at fighting still.

Bonnet has gone whale watching as well it turns out. Brianna is thwarted by an unloaded pistol and gets kidnapped. They are on Bonnet’s private island. “My son’s father is Roger Mackenzie” she sneers. Why are you always dropping everybody’s full names, girl! That is what got you into this mess. You gave Bonnet your full name, address, social security number, and return envelope at your visit to the jail, which has put all this into motion.

Brianna grabs a fire iron, but then does nothing with it. Instead she puts on a fancy dress, deciding to play the long game I guess. Bonnet wants a lesson in table manners, but alas, this is not Pretty Woman. Now Brianna gets clammy about this sociopath knowing the names of everyone she holds dear.

Brianna opens some boring book about farming, but begins reciting Moby Dick from memory. I’ve never been inclined to read Moby Dick, so I can’t say for sure, but I assume she is paraphrasing and changing the story as she goes and she doesn’t start out in the first person. Will she snare Bonnet in a literary trap? She keeps this going for 200 pages?!? Sounds absolutely exhausting. Seems very elaborate just to provide some moral framework for this villain to perhaps take to heart. What is her end game? He will change his ways because of this cautionary tale about a sea captain?

Is Bonnet duping her? Sea Nightmares and an orphan backstory? Seems very crafted to elicit sympathies and get her to let her guard down.

The prostitute breakfast maid would suggest they are not so isolated as “private island” might suggest. Brianna’s problem is that she assumes Bonnet is dumb.

Maybe he is a little dumb and mostly weird? I can’t quite figure out if he is clever or devious without being clever (if that is possible). Does he really believe in this fantasy with Bri? Everything we know about him thus far suggests no, he wouldn’t be naive enough to believe a woman he has kidnapped at knifepoint will be his loving life partner, but the scene is telling us yes, this is his belief.

Very brief sex with the breakfast tray prostitute seems a bit of an unhinged choice. I do prefer it when the villains are clever. That’s why Randall and Sandrigham are god tier Outlander villains and Geillis and that snooty French duke are not. I find this whole episode very perplexing. Bonnet is effective as a villain, not just because he is ruthless and violent, but because he is canny and has skill at manipulating people’s sympathies and ambitions to achieve his own goals. It seems strange that he leaves himself open completely to that same kind of manipulation with Bri who is not particularly convincing when she tries to play up the romance farce. Would he really be so fooled by her motivations?

It’s all very strange, as it seems like they should be having a battle of wits and deception, but it all falls away and we have only what we first start out with: captor and captive.

Jocasta is up to some scheme. She orders old Pippin to dole out her fortune to every person under 40 at Fraser’s Ridge. Old Pippin is the worst criminal. He is practically bursting out of his chair in outrage as she bequeaths pound upon pound until he screeches “you can’t give away my money!” Jocasta got him to admit conspiracy in under two minutes.

Thank beezus for Ulysses. He comes in to asphyxiate old Pippin when he gets pillow happy with Jocasta’s face. A beautiful voice and charming company aren’t his only talents. We now know the glory of Ulysses��� biceps. Looks like old Pippin is swindled in the short term and dead in the short term.

Seems Bonnet is trafficking stolen women. He decides to sell Brianna to a sea captain. Was this his plan all along (if so, why the charade?) or a pivot following the failure of his original plan? On the beach they are intercepted by the Fraser Gang. Roger catches up to Bonnet while everyone else hangs back (???). Roger lands a punch on Bonnet, which the editor makes us watch twice. This very generous editor also bestows the gift of slow mo on Roger’s scuffling.

I’m sorry. They are planning to put Bonnet on a boat to sea? Like you have rifles. Have you learned nothing? Just shoot and be done with it. Oh, now Brianna wants him to go to trial. Why why why. You want to trust politicians?

Bonnet does get sentenced to execution. By drowning, but nobody sticks around to watch? Oh wait, Brianna turns up with a rifle to do what she could have done on the beach???

[endedbysam]

Taking Flight (Part 1)

Avengers fanfic, first ever, let me know what you think?

Clint has wings that he’s kept bound and hidden from everyone despite the pain this has caused him. After the events of The Invasion of New York, what is he supposed to do when he finds himself sharing quarters with a certain exhydra assassin? Fall in love apparently.

Or: Author struggles with summaries, Clint has wings, Bucky struggles to face Steve. Shenanigans ensue. (I’m doing my b e s t)

This is the first fic I’m posting online, it is ongoing and I’ve been working on it a lot lately, but hecking, what even is correct formatting???

I hope you guys enjoy what I have here for a first chapter though.

Clint Barton had never pieced together exactly what had been done to him, not in all the years since he’d run from home. His earliest memories that weren’t hazy with fear, were that of the circus.

Hawkeye, The Amazing Winged Boy as he’d been advertised. Done up in purples and black, streaks of glitter caught in his wings, highlighting his bright eyes and complementing the dark mask he wore to conceal his identity, catching the light with every movement.

Every show he’d taken flight, much to the amazement of all, executing complex aerial routines and impressive acrobatic techniques. Pictures with his performance plastered around everywhere they’d gone, the main attraction.

In reality, he’d been nothing more than a skinny underfed boy, parading around and playing as some sideshow freak for profit, struggling to survive. Often the subject of people’s stares and whispers.

He refused to dwell on any earlier memories.

The wings, those made him valuable, useful, and when he finally made the decision to disappear, he hid them.

In the following years, he’d been a hitman. His time at the circus had given him useful skills, and he found he fit into the role easily. His precision with bow and arrow made him deadly, and as his body count rose, his name spread like wildfire, becoming something that was whispered in dark alleys, and at shady back door deals in fear.

Drug lords, corrupt political figures, arms dealers, even other assassins all fell before him, for the right price.

He’d been damn good, until fate caught up with him and he was discovered by SHIELD.

A job gone wrong is what it had been, a set up he hadn’t been able to see at the time. He’d gotten too cocky, comfortable. Thought he was untouchable, invincible even, and so he’d thought nothing of it when he accepted a job to take out a low level dealer. He should’ve looked into it farther, but by the time he was thinking that, he was already cornered by dozens of armed agents, too many to fight his way through.

It all came to an end with him a bit worse for the wear, and cuffed none too gently by a rather severe looking man who didn’t seem too impressed by his preformance.

Looking back on it, it was an unfortunate incident, but one that worked in his favor when he ended up cutting a deal and signing with SHIELD. A low level security clearance and a handler by the name of Phil Coulson, but it had still been better than prison by a longshot.

He blocked out the flashes of memories, of labs, pain, and fear, and moved on as best he could, vowing to not look back, and just enjoy the life he had found with the Avengers.

It was one of those days, after a long difficult mission with Natasha, where the spasms in his back could not longer be ignored.

He’d locked down his room, doors, windows, everything, and set about unbinding the aching appendages that sprouted from his back, praying for a moment of peace so he could get himself back together before anyone came looking for him.

He yanked off his shirt, muscles cramping so badly, he found even the smallest movement agonizing. It was a wonder he managed this long.

Their mission had hit a snag, and stretched on a full week longer than it was originally meant to, longer than he’d gone in such a long time without stretching his wings, but he hadn’t had the time. No one could see.

He’d endured i in silence the entire long, cold week, but now he had to grit his teeth to keep quiet as he struggled to unwind the bandages from his torso.

His ribs hurt, all the bruises and cuts he’d collected from the mission burned, but nothing compared to the painful relief he felt when the bandages pooled around his hips on the edge of the bed, and the pressure was finally removed.

He shifted to extend his wings, wanting to finally let them breathe and give the muscles in his back the opportunity to relax, but at the first move he made, a sharp pain shot up along the top ridge of his wings and through his shoulders, causing him to release a broken gasp, black spots dancing across his vision.

Unable to move at all for several moments, temporarily blinded with pain, all he was able to do was breathe, pulling air in slowly and trying to keep steady. As his vision began to clear, he tried to move again, and was hit by a wave of pure panic.

His wings were only able to give feeble, painful twitches, unable to stretch out fully. What if he’d left them bound for too long this time? What if he could never get them to unfold again?

He tried to shake the worst of the panic from his mind, drawing in a hissing breath through his clenched teeth. Right, no sudden movements, he had to be gentle. One wing at a time then.

The blonde released a tense breath he’d been holding, forcing himself out of his hunched position, struggling to keep his fragile composure. Left wing first he decided.

Unfolding it was a slow painful process, the bones felt like they were going to snap, but he kept the gentle pressure, shuddering with the effort, sweat breaking out on his skin.

He was shaking by the time it was fully extended, struggling to draw in air as blood flow resumed through the limb. He waited until he was sure he was no longer in danger of passing out before he repeated the process with the second one.

He found himself slumped forward, gasping for air when he’d finished, the sweat cooling rapidly on his overheated skin.

With the wings extended and somewhat more comfortable, he found the knots in his back much more noticeable. The muscles continuing to clench, spasms causing him to twitch, muffled curses falling from his lips.

All he could do was slowly roll his shoulders and hope the worst of them would work themselves out. It was too difficult to reach his hands back to knead at the knots, his wings limited his movement and the pain made him reluctant to try.

A defeated sigh fell from his lips, as he rested his elbows on his knees, glaring down at the offending appendage where it rested on the bed to his right. How did he ever get to this point?

The feathers broken and ruffled, sticking up at odd angles. It almost made him sad, seeing the state they were in. They’d been strong and beautiful, once. Pure white, hints of what looked like lavender in the primary feathers when they were in the sun, or under stage lights. He didn’t have the time to care for them now, not when he was so concerned with keeping them hidden. And so they remained broken and rumpled. It felt like there was nothing he could do about it now.

He knew he couldn’t spend long locked down in his room. He only allowed himself a few more minutes before he pulled them close, setting out with the painful process of rebinding them flat to his spine once more. Everything in him protested the action, but he forced himself through it, knowing he could take more time in the night to leave them out.

He got it done in record time, shrugging his worn purple shirt back on, setting out to see what everyone else was up to.

He could already smell something amazing drifting through the tower. It was Bruce’s night to cook, and he wouldn’t miss that even if he were dying.

Thoughts fractured, between the pain, and the promise of food, he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that he didn’t notice the presence before it was too late.

[thecyclopsnugget]

The dope ass shop in Oxley

Day 7: 21st Jan 2020

Firstly, I would like to apologise for the lack of update. It’s Chinese New Year, I am busy filling in shifts for my colleagues who are currently in China, God blessed them.

Anyway, I went adventuring in Oxley area few weeks ago, just didn’t have the time and energy to update my blog. Now I will try my best to recollect my memories by scrolling through the photos taken on my phone.

It was a sunny day, like a hot-fuckingly-dickily-hot sunny day, and if you’ve been to Oxley, there are not many trees or shady area there, mostly industrial area at large I would say. I found this shop once again, from Uncle Google’s map. It’s located beside a workshop/warehouse/I-didn’t-pay-attention. And there is a little cafe inside which is really cute. But the downside is, it was really hot inside with the weather and concrete wall and lack of air-conditioning, the last time I check, for most of the area, they only placed a finger-eating old fan cooling at its best functioning condition. So it’s hot, except for the upper floor.

The main entrance is at the side of the building away from the main road.

There are heaps of old vinyl records.

I do believe that some of these are possessed.

Also lots of old books, though not as much as the records. and you do have to be extremely careful because the walkway is really narrow and the shelves are filled with random glass/ceramic stuff.

This is the closest Woody that I have ever held in my hand. Oh, they have lots of vintage toys here as well.

They have old comics and newspaper pages, like the one I am holding, it’s from 1924.

At last, I bought this, they called it “naughty cat brooch”, because A. I felt like I need to get something from here, and B. I love cat. It’s AUD 15 btw.

And that pretty much sums up my trip to Oxley, and I may or may not went to Taco Bell nearby and ate a taco, burrito, and fries for lunch.

190 Locations: The List

Acacia Ridge

Albion

Alderley

Algester

Annerly

Anstead

Archerfield

Ascot

Ashgrove

Aspley

Auchenflower

Bald Hills

Balmoral

Banks Creek

Banyo

Bardon

Bellbowrie

Belmont

Boondall

Bowen Hills

Bracken Ridge

Bridgeman Downs

Brighton

Brisbane Airport

Brisbane City

Brookfield

Bulimba

Burbank

Calamvale

Camp Hill

Cannon Hill

Carina

Carina Heights

Carindale

Carseldine

Chandler

Chapel Hill

Chelmer

Chermside

Chermside West

Chuwar

Clayfield

Coopers Plains

Coorparoo

Corinda

Darra

Deagon

Doolandella

Drewvale

Durack

Dutton Park

Eagle Farm

East Brisbane

Eight Mile Plains

Ellen Grove

England Creek

Enoggera

Enoggera Reservoir

Everton Park

Fairfield

Ferny Grove

Fig Tree Pocket

Fitzgibbon

Forest Lake

Fortitude Valley

Gaythorne

Geebung

Gordon Park

Graceville

Grange

Greenslopes

Gumdale

Hamilton

Hawthorne

Heathwood

Hemmant

Hendra

Herston

Highgate Hill

Holland Park

Holland Park West

Inala

Indooroopilly

Jamboree Heights

Jindalee

Kalinga

Kangaroo Point

Karana Downs

Karawatha

Kedron

Kelvin Grove

Kenmore

Kenmore Hills

Keperra

Kholo

Kuraby

Lake Manchester

Larapinta

Lota

Lutwyche

Lytton

Macgregor

Mackenzie

Manly

Manly West

Mansfield

McDowall

Middle Park

Milton

Mitchelton

Moggill

Moorooka

Morningside

Mt Coot-tha

Mt Crosby

Mt Gravatt

Mt Gravatt East

Mt Ommaney

Murarrie

Nathan

New Farm

Newmarket

Newstead

Norman Park

Northgate

Nudgee

Nudgee Beach

Nundah

Oxley

Paddington

Pallara

Parkinson

Petrie Terrace

Pinjarra Hills

Pinkenba

Port of Brisbane

Pullenvale

Ransome

Red Hill

Richlands

Riverhills

Robertson

Rochedale

Rocklea

Runcorn

Salisbury

Sandgate

Seven Hills

Seventeen Mile Rocks

Sherwood

Shorncliffe

Sinnamon Park

South Brisbane

Spring Hill

St Lucia

Stafford

Stafford Heights

Stones Corner

Stretton

Sunmer

Sunnybank

Sunnybank Hills

Taigum

Taringa

Tarragindi

Teneriffe

Tennyson

The Gap

Tingalpa

Toowong

Upper Brookfield

Upper Kedron

Upper Mt Gravatt

Virginia

Wacol

Wakerley

Wavell Heights

West End

Westlake

Willawong

Wilston

Windsor

Wishart

Woolloongabba

Wooloowin

Wynnum

Wynnum West

Yeerongpilly

Yeronga

Zillmere

[trevlad-sounds]

Invisible Club 36

23.10.2024

Intro 00:00 Oceanographer–Moon Flower 01:24 Parallel Worlds–Just Strange 06:40 Nacht Plank & Futuregrapher–Sky High 9.06 10:10 The Home Current–Mini Drifter 16:03 Receptor Modulator–Invade 19:35 Battaglia–Fight 26:23 Psycho Kick–Black sky 27:19 Bernard Grancher–Courir pour rire 30:46 Gaudi Kosmisches Trio–Luxury Squat 36:04 gribbles–Childer 43:07 Aerophobia–RT. Corps 46:13 Town and County–Salcombe Surge 50:13 Peltiform–Jitr ft. Room of Wires 54:24 Garber–First Contact 58:35 Tadhe–Unwanted Evil 1:06:15 Kayla Painter–Ice Shells 1:11:06 Outro 1:15:22

[red-stick-rambler]

Day 5 Virginia, North Carolina Begin the day in Staunton, VA. 16 miles to the North Entrance of the Blue Ridge Parkway. The BRP is the only road I’ll retrace from my route to Maine in June. The Parkway meanders 469 miles atop of the Appalachian Highlands. No Semi trucks, no billboards, no wires, no towns (no cell service). Just a windy road and spectacular views.

This land is your land, this land is my land From the California to the New York island From the Redwood Forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway And saw below me that golden valley This land was made for you and me I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me , a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me When the sun comes shining, then I was strolling In the wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me This land is your land and this land is my land From the California to the New York island From the Redwood Forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me When the sun comes shining, then I was strolling In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling The voice come chanting as the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me Woody Guithrie

The first motorcycle I pass in the opposite lane is a woman riding solo. We both wave and smile big- me for the road I’m just beginning and her the road she’s nearly completed. Shady, 72 degrees, few cars, perfect conditions. Storms are forecast to roll in by mid-afternoon so I move quickly and steadily. Past Ravens Roost, Bald Mountain, Yankee Horse Ridge, Irish Gap, Thunder Ridge, Harvey’s Knob, Devils Backbone, Rock Castle Gorge, Meadows of Dan, Cumberland Knob, Fox Hunters Paradise, and by the end of the day, Doughton Park to camp. The campground is nearly empty. I have my pick of spots but the ranger suggests one of four designated for people on two wheels because they have a bear box - a sturdy steel storage bin for food and anything with a scent. Bears are in the area he tells me. I don’t need a second run in so heed his suggestion. The sky is dark with storm clouds. Thunder rolls through the landscape. I have my tent up in record time- 7.5 minutes. It’s sprinkling lightly but by time I have the fly in place the sky opens up. I zip up the tent as thunder cracks and heavy drops fall.

293 miles

[desertislandcloud]

Kindly Spoken Thieves are the collaboration of Steve Setzepfandt and Josh Wittman from the Minneapolis, MN area. They have released electronic, downtempo, and ambient music for around 10 years under the moniker Rho with the Creative Commons Net Label community. 

Now as Kindly Spoken Thieves, they will be releasing a new album on March 30th, 2019 on their own Bandcamp label Shady Ridge Records. The music consists of progressive drum beats, vintages synth, melody, ambient tones, mixed with guitars. In the future, they will also will be releasing solo projects under the label as well as other artists who wish to join.

Links https://twitter.com/KSThieves https://www.facebook.com/kindlyspokenthieves https://kindlyspokenthieves.bandcamp.com https://shadyridgerecords.bandcamp.com https://soundcloud.com/kindlyspokenthieves

[analogexits]

New work - I had the good fortune of designing the cover art for Mantris’ beautiful new album ‘Don’t Waste Your Miracle On Your Pain’ out on 09/30/2022 via Shady Ridge Records.

Creative direction + Design: Pratik Joshi

Art direction + Typography: Dirk Eggermont

[fard-rock-blog]

Alessandro Sgarito | Il giorno prima

Dato il passaggio dall’autoproduzione alla discografia ufficiale, ripropongo la recensione che forse qualcuno ha già letto l’anno scorso, di questo bel disco Etichetta: Shady Ridge Records Tracce: 10 – Durata: 51:15 Genere: Ambient Sito: alessandrosgarito.com  Voto: 8/10 L’attività principale di Alessandro Sgarito è la fotografia. Il link riportato qui sopra, difatti, porta alla sua pagina…

[alimurray]

I'm thrilled to announce that my new album 'Kingdoms of the Deep' will be released on Oct 28th via Shady Ridge Records - both digitally and on limited edition CD.

It's a deep sea ambient concept album - a dark underwater journey into a cold watery abyss. More details to follow soon...