#Spinning Gold

[sockie2sock]

I need more Jeremy Jordan content because I'm running out.

Something that's not death note, newsies, the last five years, supergirl, tangled the series, hazbin hotel, bonnie and clyde, the violet hour, the great gatsby, the greatest showman, waitress, heathers workshop version, it's all coming back to me, disney medleys, spinning gold, joyful noise, smash, little shop of horrors, even the livestream he had during quarantine with Ashley and Clara.

I need more, man, I need more.

[emmaspersonaldiary]

WATCHING SPINNING GOLD FOR MY MANSS

[sweetliss55]

If I had a nickel for everything jeremy jordan played a character who cheats I would have two nickels. Two isn't alot but it's weird that it happened twice huh?

[adventuretolkienlover]

JEREMY JORDAN SONGS PART 4?!??!??!!????????!! WHAAAAAAAAA??!??

Alrighty. This is DEFINITELY, the last Varian playlist. I literally have run out of songs for him!🤣🤣🤣

(PLEASE READ!) Before we get to the music, you may notice I've hidden a section of the songs under the cut. The songs from his new movie Spinning Gold. And while the music is FLIPPING AMAZING, it unfortunately has a cover that's a bit explicit. (e.i. the middle finger.😬) For the safety of youngsters or anyone easily triggered, I have hidden them beneath the cut. Proceed with caution!

Now, without further ado, Jeremy Jordan!

While not a perfect recording, this is great version Caught in The Storm from SMASH. Sung by Jeremy! It's really good!

Admittedly, this is probably my least favorite song on here. But someone else may like it! And it's from Supergirl so that's cool! :)

I LOVE THIS ONE!!! You guys have no idea!!! It's so good!!! Definitely worth a listen!!!

This song is adorable. Gives me 1960s Bubblegum Pop vibes. So cute!

ANOTHER AWESOME ONE!!! This one is super fun! I love it!!! So exciting and thrilling sounding! It's just soooooooo good!!!

A gospel song! I'm not kidding! It's really good too!

Well, that's all for a LONG while. At least for Varian. Get ready to some stuff for Lance! That's coming up next!

[picsforkatherine]

Caylee Cowan at the Spinning Gold premier

[alchemicalwerewolf]

(This one's kinda weird but it's so comforting to me)

[And I made it c:]

I have weirder it’s ok.

You did a great job

[draconic-ichor]

Spinning Gold

Part 12

Morgott/female tarnished fic

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, talks of pregnancy, blood, brief mentions of sexual assault, pregnancy trauma, brief mentions of violence against infants

Summary: The Lady attempts to find out more information about omen pregnancies…

Feedback appreciated, 18+

“There must be some account…” the tarnished pressed, worry beginning to knot her brow.

The physician made a sound, slowly walking along the length of the bookcase, searching. His thin fingers traced over a few tomes, lips silently mouthing the each title. Finally, he pulled one free, taking it to the table to thumb through it.

“There is…” he concluded, voice low, “An account of an omen laborer in the Weeping Peninsula��.” He read further, “Forced the self onto a serving girl to the same hold….hmm.”

“And?”

The man’s lips deepened into a frown, tone mimicking the concern. “The resulting pregnancy did produce an omen child.” He concluded, eyes still scanning the page.

“Was the baby healthy?” The tarnished padded closer, stomach twisting as her eyes caught the bloody illustration upon the page.

“…it does not say.” The physician sighed, following her gaze, “People’s concerns were not with the babe…I’m afraid.”

The page depicted the infant’s fate: a newborn omen, horns excised to weeping stumps, heavy chain already adorning the small throat.

The Lady swallowed, hand drifting to her stomach. The physician flipped the page, hiding the image away. He looked back to her, “Omen have strong constitutions as a species, my concerns more lie in how the more….abnormal…traits will affect my Ladyship.”

Voice void of its usual mirth, it replaced with a solemn cloud, she asked, “And what does your books say about these abnormal traits.”

“Mostly how to remove them.” He admitted, defeatedly, adding, “The care of inhuman species quite a new notion in the fields I frequent, I’m afraid.”

She nodded, looking lost.

“We may consult a perfumer?” He offered, “Their guild has been known to service omen throughout the shattering.”

“Is it not also their guild that the Omenkiller’s are born?” She asked through tight jaw.

“Do not Damn the masses for the actions of the few.” The physician hummed, adding when he got a withering look, “I would be sure to only consult trusted individuals.”

“…if it is all that can be done.” She sighed, defeated.

Elsewhere in the castle Morgott walked slowly through the hall, this wing less opulent and the ceilings built much lower. He had to bend forward to keep his horns free from bumping any of the woodwork, bringing his ears much closer to the open doors he’s passed.

Normally he would just go about his way, this section the shortcut to his personal part of the gardens. But something caught his ear: voices spoken much louder than their gossiping words would usually brook. His steps faulted, listening to the maids.

Ease dropping on the staff wasn’t a hobby of the king’s, especially in such a place of security for them….yet this conversation.

Morgott, as quietly as he could manage, leaned closer to the cracked door. A gaggle of maids, some handmaidens to boot, were washing linens together.

“The Lady went to the physician again.” One spoke, “D-Do you think she’s worried about the babe?”

“O’course she’s worried about the babe!” Another scoffed, “What new mother isn’t?!”

“N…no. Think the babe will be…?”

“An omen?”

Morgott felt his breath catch in his throat.

“It’s…likely?” A handmaiden sighed, “They say the curse takes your whole bloodline. It must be true, right?”

A few little voice chirped in agreement before an older voice broke out. It was from a senior maid, hardened from years of hard work.

“As if it will be the kings!” The old woman scoffed, never stopping her scrubbing.

“What do you mean?” The handmaiden almost sounded offended on the tarnished behalf.

“We all know no one would choose to lie with such a beast.”

A quite fell over the others, only the sound of soapy water and soppy linen filled the room for many moment. With a grunt, the old woman picked up a basket of freshly washed clothes, adding sharply, “Mark my words. That baby will be born perfectly human.”

A maid hissed under her breath to that, “You don’t wash their sheets…”

Morgott’s heart twisted in his chest as he burst through the garden doors, quickly making his way into his personal greenhouse. His eye stung terribly, but the smell of earth soothed him a bit. As the glass door closed he was hidden from the outside, finally breaking down. Sitting heavily on the stone floor, tail thumping beside him, he rubbed his face, all the emotions of the last weeks threatening to drown him.

His gut was a storm, part of him hopeful that the baby would truly be human…even if that meant he didn’t father the scrap. But something deeper, more primal, wanted it to be an omen. An unshakable symbol of his claim.

He shook his head. Never should have even think such thoughts. His is a curse, a stain. It would be cruel to wish that on a child.

His breath escaped in a ragged huff, willing emotion to quell.

It would be kinder…safer…for the people to think the baby isn’t his…

He thought darkly. The idea cementing a heavy block in his stomach.

I will do my part in that charade…

He concluded.

~

It took almost a month to organize the meeting with a perfumer, the Lady’s seclude overloaded.

A table was set for tea in the Lady’s private sunroom, small cakes and pastries decorated fine porcelain plates. Everything was just as if a visiting dignitary was to arrive, the Lady wishing this meeting to go smoothly.

She blew on her own cup of tea, nerves already beginning to fray. Morgott had withdrew into himself with the recent weeks, leaving the Lady quiet alone on her conquest for answers…not that she would pry him much on the matter anyways but that was a different story. She almost didn’t hear the doors to the sunroom opening, the small procession to follow. It wasn’t until the guest was announced that she hastily sat her cup down to greet them.

“I am the new guild master of the Capital’s sect of perfumers, my Lady.” The woman bowed, “You may call me Noda.”

“Welcome, please sit.” The lady gestured to the free chair.

“Thank you.” The perfumer sat down her heavy bag before carefully sitting as well, moving about her long robes as she did so.

“If it is agreeable with you, Miss Noda, I would like to get straight to my reasonings for calling upon your guild.” The tarnished began, as a handmaiden poured a second cup of tea.

“My all means, my Lady.” The other agreed.

The Lady nodded thankfully, sitting for a moment to collect herself before explaining, “I’m sure you’ve heard of the potential this pregnancy has to produce an omen, given that the King is one himself…” she signed, “But unfortunately the information on such topics is at best very limited and and worst barbaric. Iv combed through all the books our physician keeps and found their contents lacking. My hope for this meeting, is that your guild may have a more thorough and unclouded account?”

“I understand.” She agreed, “Common healers avoid such topics.”

“With the new order, my hope is for such information to be more widely taught…but that hope doesn’t quite help my case currently, however.”

“I am very intrigued by your very special circumstance.” Noda smiled beneath her mask, “I am excited to study the pregnancy.”

The Lady put her cup down, commenting, “This can not be the first case of an omen pregnancy you’ve encountered?”

“Not that.” Noda shook her head, eyes widening with wonder as she went on, “Not only do you carry an omen…this is the first child produced from a God and a Demigod in our histories! This is…well this is groundbreaking.”

“I-I never thought of that.” The Lady paled a bit as she words sunk in.

Unaware of the other’s discomfort, she added, “This has the potential to progress medicine and everything we know of demigods.”

“So is there nothing you can tell me that can help my current situations?” She asked, voice soft.

“Oh, there’s plenty!” The woman smiled, reaching into her large bag. She pulled free a tome. It was thick and made of a worn green leather, no words etched into its cover or spine. Sitting it gingerly down between them, the perfumer explained, “This is one of the guild’s tomes on omen, it’s everything we know of them…for this opportunity we thought it better in your hands.” With a tilt of her head she added more softly, “Take it as a peace offering of sorts, if you will.”

The Lady swallowed, leaning forward to take the book inhand. Deep curiosity bloomed over her features, fingers itching to crack open the yellowed pages.

“So we have a deal?” Noda smiled.

The tarnished nodded before finding her words, “We do.”

“Good!” The perfumer stood, reaching out to take the Lady’s hand, “I look forward our next meeting!”

The farewells and reschedules felt far away and blurred, the Lady’s mind in swirling knots.

Since Morgott’s self imposed reclusion the Lady had begun sleeping in her own quarters once more. Half of her bed was piled high with pillows and blankets in an attempt to make it seem lest vast…an attempt that wasn’t quite working.

She gingerly got into bed, holding the little swell of her belly and huffing once she was all in. It was getting harder every day.

Eagerly she scooped up the tome from the bedside table, the anticipation to read through it eating her up throughout the rest of her busy day. Finally alone she cracked open the yellowed pages.

It was fascinating.

Every page was filled with intricate details pertaining to omen: their biology for the most part, but also seen social structures, psychology, and how their bodies reacted to medications. Nothing was hidden for fear of blasphemy, it was simple honesty from the only ones that took the time to learn.

Her exploration faltered on the section of infants, the inked sketches wholly and utterly different than any other depictions she’d seen. Babies with downy feathers or fur, and chubby cheeks, but unlike the others these were serene, drawn in a rare moment of peace. Her fingers softly traced over the lines of one….a rare spark of hope alighting in her chest.

[carryingthebanner]

if you haven’t listened to jeremy jordan sing last dance then stop what you’re doing and go do your ears a favor

[jasonisaacs]

this is the same character which means jason will be dressed up young/old in this film omggg i love him already

[bethannangel]

Jeremy Jordan being the lead in a movie in 2023 that people are gonna go see just because of the soundtrack?!?! Yes son!!!

[balsanja]

Donna Summer & Neil Bogart

[thecurvycritic]

Jeremy Jordan and Jay Pharoah Are Spectacular in 70's Biopic Spinning Gold

Did you know that Midnight Train to Georgia was almost coming out of Houston ? Or that only one of the Village People could sing? Spinning Gold spills all the tea. #spinninggold

Donna Summer, Bill Withers, KISS, The Isley Brothers, George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic had one thing in common – Neil Bogart. A mastermind marketing genius, Bogart signed these acts to his Casablanca and/or Buddha record labels during the 70’s literally defining the disco era and beyond with hit records like “Love to Love Ya Baby,’ “Lean on Me.” “Rock and Roll All Nite,” “It’s Your Thang”…

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Spinning Gold (2023) teaser clip with Alex Gaskarth who plays as Peter Criss of the band KISS.

[popentertainmentmusic]

SPINNING GOLD (2023)

Starring Jeremy Jordan, Wiz Khalifa, Jason Isaacs, Jason Derulo, Jay Pharoah, Michelle Monaghan, Dan Fogler, Sebastian Maniscalco, Winslow Fegley, Ledisi, Sam Harris, Caylee Cowan, Chris Redd, James Wolk, Tayla Parx, Lyndsy Fonseca, Peyton List, Pink Sweats, Casey Likes, Alex Gaskarth, Michael Ian Black and Vincent Pastore.

Screenplay by Timothy Scott Bogart.

Directed by Timothy Scott Bogart.

Distributed by Hero Entertainment. 137 minutes. Rated R.

Neil Bogart was a larger-than-life legend in the music business, even if very few people other than music nerds like me still have a clue who he was.

Bogart ran Casablanca Record and Filmworks, which after a very rocky start became the most successful independent record label of the 1970s. Bogart worked with and/or discovered such acts as KISS, Donna Summer, Gladys Knight & the Pips, Bill Withers, The Village People, Parliament/Funkadelic and Joan Jett & the Blackhearts. He worked hard, lived hard, partied hard. He ran up monumental debts and threw legendary parties. He ran afoul of music biz execs and the mob. All of that before dying way too young at 39 of cancer.

It's a fascinating, under-explored story about the highs and the lows of the music business in its glory days. Bogart’s son Tim has long felt that it was important to tell his dad’s story and has been working to get his dad’s story on film since the 1990s. (Early on, Justin Timberlake was in talks to portray Bogart, although eventually he had to drop out because his musical schedule was packed, and he could not fit it in.)

Now, finally, after decades of waiting, Tim Bogart has gotten his father’s life story onscreen. He did it in a way that his own dad would appreciate – going the independent route and taking on the tough work (screenwriting and directing) himself, and basically willing it into existence.

“Getting that story out… is… moving for me,” Bogart told me in a recent interview. “I do think this is a great parallel in the perseverance and the dream I had in making it.”

Bogart has captured a fascinating look back at the wild west days of the old music world, sex, drugs and rock & roll back when it was safe and normal. Like many recent music biopics, Spinning Gold is a mix of hard reality and fanciful romanticization. Sometimes it feels like a serious gangster drama of the 1970s, at other times a jukebox musical with some damn good music provided by current singers playing the legends of days past.

While most of the celeb singers have the voices to pull off the roles, they mostly look almost nothing like the performers they are playing, such as Donna Summer, Gladys Knight and Bill Withers. Also, a personal note to Wiz Khalifa, in 1976 almost no one had nose piercings, not even someone as wild and funky and willfully out there as George Clinton. So you may want to take those things out when portraying a real-life character from another era.

However, I suppose this is not supposed to be a tribute act. The song is the thing, and mostly the re-recordings of legendary hits of the 1970s work surprisingly well.

Holding it all together – the ringleader of the film portraying the ringleader of Casablanca – is Broadway and TV star Jeremy Jordan (Newsies, Little Shop of Horrors, Supergirl) who can access both Bogart’s showmanship and hard-nosed determination. It’s a fascinating bit of myth-building.

“That was kind of Neil's vibe,” Jordan told me in that same interview. “He just wanted to make you dance and wanted to entertain. He was a showman.

“He's writing his own ending, and it is really kind of beautiful and magical and different in that way,” Jordan continued. “We don't feel tied to ultra reality, and this is the exact perfect way that this happened. It doesn't have to be [real] because it was sex, drugs, rock and roll. It was the journey as opposed to the actual truth of it all.”

You could say that about the 1970s in general.

Spinning Gold is spinning some fascinating tales of life on the periphery of superstardom and the high you reach by going all in and creating some genre-defining art. Plus, it’s got a great beat, and you can dance to it. What more can you ask?

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2023 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: March 31, 2023.

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Spinning Gold Review- A Competently Made and Acted Musical Biopic

I’ve seen a lot of films that deal with the record industry and or singers and bands. This genre has had a lot of hits over the years, no pun intended. Spinning Gold is a new story about the record industry I haven’t heard before even though those involved and the record label name is named after my favorite film Casablanca, and its star Humphrey Bogart. Casablanca Records and Neil Bogart changed…