#Vazquez Rocks

[damonefans]

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[retroactivosigue]

Bambina Bambina - Alberto Vázquez

[unholyhelbig]

i would love a one shot of nat interacting w ronnie! maybe r is caught up doing a job for nat and nat has to pick ronnie up from school and domesticity w r ensues?

Title: The Carpool Lane [an Oversight Oneshot]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You get caught up while running an errand for Natasha and aren't able to pick your daughter up from school. You ask Natasha to do it and she has to grapple with some big feelings.

[a/n: Hello! I promise you all that the last official chapter of the Oversight is going to be posted soon. It is a very heavy one so here is some fluff in the meantime! Also, I'm opening my requests again, so feel free to send some my way.]

Warnings: None that I can think of other than horrible grammar, but please let me know if I need to add any!

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[ Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven]

The air in the home office had become sticky and cloying. It often did when the sun decided to shine as strongly as it did. Natasha kept her books clean and clear of dust but often times there was only so much she could do. Large particles floated in the crossfire of a golden glow. It almost pained her to wrench the window open and disrupt the flow.

It was difficult for Natasha to keep focus when she could hear the sounds from outside and feel the soft breeze on her skin. She was often known for her dedication, for her focus and her ruthlessness. But on afternoons, she was stuck doing mountains of paperwork when she’d much rather be doing you.

Natasha often drifted into hazed memories of the whimpers that escaped you, your breathless swears interlaced with the intoxicating way you moaned her name. She liked teasing you until you begged for her, until you needed her more than you needed breath, until you arched your back and cried into the thousand thread count sheets.

Of course, her favorite thing was to bring you to the very edge with her just her delicate touch and her sultry words. You’d come undone underneath her, coated in sweat and ready to please as an orgasm rocked through- an annoying ringtone.

Natasha had shoved her phone into the bottom drawer of her desk to gain some focus. It clearly wasn’t working. Her nails scratched across the rich oak of the desks surface before she pawed around.

Yelena had set her ringtone to the loudest, most obnoxious blowhorn she could find. She claimed that Natasha was losing her touch and often couldn’t hear anything past her own thoughts. And so, what if that was the case? Natasha quite liked her thoughts lately.

“Romanoff,” She drawled, voice dripping with annoyance.

“Hi,”

It took one breathless word from you and everything else was forgotten. There was worry in that single syllable and it made Natasha’s world spin for only a second before she got her bearings. She could do this. She was in charge.

“Tell me where you are.”

“You know where I am, you sent me here yourself.” You chuckled in a low whisper. Natasha had sent you to collect rent from your usual charges. She knew your pattern and could hear the low hum of the row of washing machines behind you.

While she prided herself on her ability to train you into the perfect protector with a quick hand a vicious tongue, she wouldn’t dare change a thing about your soft spots. You had particular one for the family that rented the apartment above the Soapsuds laundry mat and ran it seamlessly.

It was nearly impossible for you to say no to the elderly woman that took up residence with her son. She’d make you tea and you’d indulge in cookies as she regaled you with her charming stories from the 40’s.

“She’s a trained killer, ma, she doesn’t have time for this!”

Natasha heard the son’s accented voice muffle it’s way through the phone. She scoffed, and switched her phone to her other ear. You must have put your palm over the receiver because you were garbled too.

“I absolutely have time for this Miss Vazquez.” You returned to your conversation, voice whispered once more. “I don’t have time for this, Nat. I don’t want to break her frail heart. Could you possibly… pick Ronnie up from school?”

Natasha had been rendered silent, which wasn’t a feat that was often achieved in a shocking manner. Usually, if a Romanoff was quiet, they were busy calculating and it was better to avoid the storm brewing behind their eyes. This wasn’t the same kind of soundlessness.

She had to pick her jaw off the floor. Veronica was your entire life, and though Natasha came in for a close second, you would do absolutely anything for that child. You’d walk through fire, and it was testament to your growing trust with Natasha, having her pick your daughter up from school.

“Nat, baby” your voice came through the phone “did I lose you? If it’s too much I can get Darcy to take a later lunch. It’s not a problem at all. I shouldn’t have asked, you’re a busy woman and-“

“I’d love to.”

“Huh?”

“I can pick her up, y/n, really.”

Her palms started to sweat, and Natasha never sweated. She stood up and started to pace the length of her office, entering and exiting the large stream of light that vented in through the window. She listened carefully as you told her word for word how to enter the car line, and what mothers to avoid entirely.

“I’ll call ahead, let them know you’re safe to pick up Ronnie. Thank you for doing this, Natty. I appreciate it.”

She smiled, biting her thumbnail. She stopped at the window and peered out at the newly installed swing set at the edge of the property. So many little things had changed in Natasha’s life over the last year. There were children’s books strewn over the tables and art supplies that Ronnie loved to draw with. This was an extra step. This was the extra step that made her fingers itch for the ring hidden in the false bottom of her desk.

“Darling! Would you like to hear about the night I had with Robert Kennedy?”

“I would love to, Miss Vazquez!” You called back, lowering your voice once more. “I love you, I’ll see you at home. Dinner is on me.”

You had hung up the phone a few moments ago but Natasha kept it against her face for a few moments as if it were an anchor. She had to pick up Ronnie. She had to pick up Ronnie. Natasha was on her feet now, searching the large living room and foyer, and even the nightstands by her bed before she grasped at her keys and sprinted out the door.

Veronia was a girl of very little words, but she was comfortable enough around Natasha to curl into her side during movie nights, little fist clenching onto the fabric of her shirt. Most of the time, she’d fall asleep before the end of the film and Natasha would stare affectionately as you scooped her up and took her to her room.

Now, Natasha sat in the parking lot of the school with blood rushing past her ears. Somehow, the gaggle of mothers that lingered by the release doors were scarier than anything she had ever faced before.

She’d been shot at least four times and had survived them all. She had pulled the trigger herself more times than she could count, but all of curious eyes landing on her sleek black car made her nearly sweat through her t-shirt.

Natasha stalled as long as she could before taking the tentative steps across the asphalt lot. There was a small patch of green grass that seemed to be overwatered if it still held its vibrant color during a late heated day.

Her sunglasses were down over her eyes and she feigned looking at her phone, though she eyed each and every parent that lingered. They were openly staring at her, and she heard a few hushed whispers, absolutely no attempt to muffle their judgements.

“Don’t pay them any mind.”

Natasha startled, not noticing the woman that had sidled up next to her. Her skin was pale, her hair a pitch-black color that must have heated her up on a day like this. She stuck her hand out and Natasha took it carefully, shaking it. “Jessica Jones.”

“Natasha Y/L/N,”

The woman was apprehensive to use her own last name. While she kept a mostly low profile, there were still some people who would clock the name as something familiar. The last thing she needed was someone targeting you, or God-forbid, Ronnie. The words fit perfectly into her mouth like a sweet candy.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, and apparently neither have the vultures with the way they’re circling.”

She couldn’t help but smile “I’m… new. My partner got a little tied up at work and asked me to pick up her daughter.”

“Ah, so you’re that Natasha.” She must have flushed awkwardly, nervously, because Jessica seemed to backtrack. “Nothing bad. There are moms like the women over there who put their entire being into making everything perfectly beige. Then there are moms like y/n and I. Imperfect.”

Natasha’s eyebrows lifted. Each woman that flocked towards the front of the glass doors, waiting excitedly for their children to spill out did have the same look about them. They all wore leggings and different colored pastel shirts. Each one had the same highlights and haircuts, and apprehensive stares.

“We’re out here a lot together, and it was pretty obvious when things started to change for her. With you around, the smile actually reaches her eyes you know?”

The statement warmed Natasha greatly and made the box in her desk weigh heavier on her mind. Of course, she didn’t want to think too much about it, but she also wanted to make sure that you were happy, something you reassured her of over and over again.

Natasha opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by the barrage of tiny feet on the sidewalks and grass. There was a sea of runny noses and crinkled papers slathered in different primary colors.

A small boy with dark ringlets of hair crashed into Jessica’s legs clumsily and she let out a large huff of air in response, scooping him up into her arms. He had the most startling blue eyes like his mother and gave Natasha a gap-toothed-goofy smile.

Natasha was searching the crowd for your daughter. It wasn’t like she would call out, that was much too vocal for her and Natasha didn’t blame the girl in the slightest. Through the sea of kids, her eyes locked on Ronnie’s and she gave her an encouraging smile and a small wave.

Veronica’s expression lit up as she dashed the few feet that was separating them. Natasha had the foresight to lean down enough to dampen the impact of her hug. It was quite the rare occasion to be embraced by her, so she savored the spring scent of her.

“Your mama got caught up at work and asked me to pick you up.” Natasha explained, leaning back on her heel, she brushed a strand of hair behind Ronnie’s ear. “What’s that?”

Natasha gently pointed to the picture that was in Veronica’s hand. Her chest welled with pride at the drawing and she would say that it was miles better than any other kid she saw run out with their artwork. Yelena had been right; Ronnie had a beautiful gift that Natasha would pour everything into for as long as she wanted to call it her craft.

This particular scene was a rendition of the large house, too big to fit within the confines of the paper. There was six figures that vaguely resembled each person Natasha knew and loved. A clear grouping had been established.

Kate was smeared in a purple color with dark locks of hair.

Yelena had been drawn next to her, hand and hand.

Clint stood close to them- but not too close- with his signature deep look.

What called to Natasha the most was how Ronnie had grouped her. There was a figure by the edge of the page that was clearly you, down to a tea, and a shorter figure right next to you that was unmistakably Ronnie. The two figures held hands; and on the other side, with her signature deep auburn hair and green eyes, stood Natasha. Her fingers were wrapped around Ronnie’s in the photo, too smudges of color that made the enforcers heart thrum harder than it ever had before.

“This is beautiful,” Natasha breathed, struggling not to let the water that built up in her eyes drip down her cheeks. That would be weird. It would freak Ronnie out. “I love it.”

“You do?” The girl asked.

“I do. In fact, it’s getting framed and hung up immediately.”

It was rare for Ronnie to speak, but it was a prize each time she did. Just like you, Natasha had begun to understand her body language and everything she said with her eyes. It was something she would grow out of, or maybe she would speak with just her art.

Either way, Natasha read her loud and clear.

It was well past ten pm by the time you had pulled yourself away from the laundry mat. You ended up eating dinner with the family despite your repeated refusal. It was some of the best food you have ever eaten and though you missed the quality time with Natasha, the vodka coating on the pasta would have you reeling for weeks.

The house was mostly dark by the time you returned, and you were careful when you let your keys drop into the dish by the door. A soft golden light streamed down the hallway, leading to the kitchen.

Natasha would often partake in a glass of red wine, a record playing softly in the background. It was her time to unwind, to do the dished from dinner and breathe out the stress of the day. Just like any office job. Sometimes she’d use the time to scrub away blood from under her nails as you waited patiently and took sparing sips from her glass despite denying wanting one of your own.

The sink wasn’t on, and the kitchen was mostly silent save for a faucet drip here and there. Natasha leaned against the counter and stared at the moonlit swing set in the yard. It was bathed in just enough pale light to make out the shapes drifting in the light breeze.

You came up behind her, snaking your arms around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. She shivered against the coolness of your skin, but hugged you tight against her center with a comforting and raspy hum.

“Thank you for picking up Ronnie today,” you mumbled into the side of her neck, “And getting her to bed. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

Natasha turned in your arms and had a bit of a pout to her expression that you weren’t expecting. You lifted an inquisitive eyebrow at her. You wanted to kiss that frown right off her lips. You wanted to lull her into a state of content after the long day you’d had.

Almost timidly, she said “We’re a family. That’s what we do.”

God, how long you’d wanted to hear that. This time, you didn’t hesitate to close to the distance between you both. You kissed her softly; you kissed her with so much love that it left you dizzy.

You’d scared away partners before with the prospect of having a daughter. Most of the time, you wouldn’t’ even bring it up until a third date, when you were close to sure. But even then, you’d be left at the restaurant, or the bowling alley, or the movie theatre by yourself once the words left your mouth.

Nothing about your relationship with Natasha had been conventional, however, and each day she shocked you with her tenderness and care for someone she had no responsibility towards. Just letting you and Ronnie move in had been enough. Parenting her? Loving her? It felt beyond reality.

She chuckled into the kiss, running her fingers down your jaw. “I love you too, detka.”

“Mm, seriously, thank you.”

“Do you want to see something?”

You lifted your eyebrows suggestively and earned a light-hearted smack to the shoulder. She wormed her way out of your embrace and crossed the large kitchen to the fridge. When you’d first moved in, it was blank. There was a single wedding invitation tacked up with a magnet for joining the Murdock and Natchios families in matrimony, but even that had been years old.

Now there was something new.

Something that had unmistakably been crafted by Ronnie. The photo was a beautiful mix of colors and mediums and at the very corner in, in blue crayon, were two words; My Family.

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[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 26 (Cassandra Goth Joins the Family!)

Heather's new son was perfect. Ash loved attention right from the start, and to ensure she was ready for single parenthood, Heather’s family came to stay with her in the weeks after delivery. Little Ash had plenty of loved ones to dote on him.

It was a tight squeeze in Heather's one-bedroom home, but she was grateful to have them as she adjusted.

Besides, the family needed to be together in Brindleton Bay. River and Cassandra were finally getting married, and the Goths had planned an elaborate celebration for their only daughter.

River Nesbitt and Cassandra Goth exchanged vows on Family Day, at a wooden arch under a canopy of lavender blossoms on the waterfront. A reception followed at Calico Lounge in downtown Brindleton Bay, where the Goths had rented out the entire yacht club for the wedding.

"You're beautiful," River said as they shared a moment alone before the ceremony. He'd grown a beard for the wedding, and Cass smiled at her soon-to-be husband.

"My handsome love," she said. Cassandra was so happy to be marrying her soulmate, she felt as though she floated on air.

She wore her long hair up and decorated her black-and-white wedding dress with an opal-and-gold armband. The heirloom piece was once owned by her Selvadoradian maternal great-grandmother, Enriqueta, who was said to descend from ancient Omiscan healers. The band shined as bright as the smiles on the newlyweds’ faces.

They exchanged traditional vows under the wedding arch at the pier, bringing tears to the eyes of their loved ones when the lovebirds said "I do."

Several guests were uncomfortable in their formal wear because of the heat, but once mother-of-the-bride, Bella, was in her swimsuit, the reception moved to the pool. After a refreshing dip without wetting her hair, Bella sashayed up to the pool bar for a drink.

"What'll it be, gorgeous?"

The silver-haired bartender made her blush. Or maybe that was just the heat. "I'll take anything on the rocks," she said as she sat down.

"You look way too young to be the mother of the bride." He passed her a freshly-made wrench. Most of the guests were in the pool, so he stepped out from the bar to chat on the stool next to hers.

"Her father and I married young." She laughed at the faded memories of youth. A time before the disappearance that changed her. The bartender glanced at her ring finger. "We're not married now. Well, he is. To Karl. I still wear this because it's too expensive to keep in a box." She pointed out Mortimer's husband swimming laps in the pool.

"Whoever you're seeing now is a fortunate man."

Bella hid a grin behind her glass. "Perhaps you'd like to be that man."

He raised his brow suggestively and mixed her another drink. "My name's Diego. Diego Vazquez."

Father of the groom Neal finally washed out his last attempt to dye his hair, embracing his grays to see his son walk down the aisle. His wife, Daisy, was still a PlantSim, and since she didn't need human food she spent most of the reception in the pool to stay hydrated.

This lifestate was only supposed to last a few months, but now it had been a year! Embarrassed the experiment went sideways, she neglected to pose for pictures in her photosynthesized form. She feared she'd be stuck with green skin and leaves for hair forever, subsisting on nothing but water and sunlight for survival.

Would the Watcher figure out how to cheat-code Daisy's way out of her PlantSim form? Probably, she does love cheat codes in a jam. But anyway, let's find out! ->

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NOTE: I know they're posing in front of the pool. But I am not an incredible simmer by any means and getting the poses to work is a struggle, so really I'm just happy to have gotten them to pose properly. I don't care where.

[pangeen]

( Rhinopia frondosa )

" Rinophias are one of the most beautifully unique fish out there!‼️💙 What makes them so incredible is their vibrant coloration and the unusual pattern of their scales. The shiny scales of the Rinophia fish resemble a mosaic, reflecting light in a stunning way😱💙

One unique aspect of their behavior is their reproduction process. During breeding season, the males perform a stunning dance to impress the females. They swim around in circles, showing off their fins and tails to attract the females. Once a female is impressed, she’ll lay her eggs near rocks or other hiding places, which the males will then fertilize. "

// © David Vazquez Farrus

Music: skyfall beats - night vibe

[riverofjazzsims]

Johnathon "Nat" Vazquez

Reporting for @cawthorntales Bloom BC

Johnathon "Nat" Vazquez

Young Adult

Pansexual

Aspirations: Outdoors Enthusiast

Traits: Loner, Loves outdoors, Creative, Recycle discipline, family oriented

Nat grew up in the remote area of the Granite Falls area. Both his parents were generational workers of the land and raised Nat off the grid. Due to that upbringing he is very much one with nature and has called home, tents, yurts, overhang of a tree and of course the hearth in his family home was always a favorite spot growing up. Nat is an only child but grew up around all of his cousins so he doesn't act /have the Only child vibe and if asked most times Nat will say that he has 10 siblings, which leave some gob smacked.

As much as Nat loves his family he enjoys his time to himself, he makes a living in the area by acting as a guide to those wanting to explore areas of granite falls. He also teaches wilderness training and rock-climbing. A few times a year he travels back home, especially as his parents age, to help out on the family land.

Romance, he isn't for or against it, he has had lovers in the past and during the time that they were together he loved the connection but usually his need for solace was the deal breaker.

Nat has a 3 year old daughter but he hasn't seen her in person in about 2 years. Her mother wasn't too thrilled that she didn't get to be number 1 in his life at the time and kept his daughter from him and now has married into her "perfect family" and moved away limiting his access and recently has been working to get his parental rights revoked so her shiny new husband can adopt. As if that's gonna happen

Fun Facts:

A member of Simerica Ax throwing League and won 6 tournaments

Applied to and was on the reality show ALONE and lasted 88 days

Is not a big kisser, always felt that those were more intimate than sex and thus has not kissed very many of his past partners

Loves the feel of the earth beneath him and loves to moon bathe in the nude

Has never owned a TV

The sound of an intimate partners laugh is usually a big turn on for Nat

Please don't call him Johnathon, that's his Dad

Private Download

Remake of a @cowplant-snacks townie from group E

[isagrimorie]

So I know fandom is fixated on Raffi and Seven living in Vazquez rocks, in beta canon though, Raffi has a new home in Los Angeles closer to Starfleet.

Also, I’m amused that Vazquez Rocks, a desert is where they spend a lot of time because my headcanon, and headcanon alone! Seven wouldn’t love the desert because of sand. (The sand can get into Seven’s implants!)

And, honestly, if we go through the logical conclusion that Seven of Nine lived her whole life in a climate controlled environment… the desert or beach (as Mr Mack bizarrely had Seven go). Seven would not love either environments.

To paraphrase Dune, Seven of Nine is a Space Creature.

[optimistredsox]

26 July, ATL @ BOS, 3-5, win

Oh wow, I was not expecting the return of the 2023 Scrappy Rollercoasters last night but here we are, looking at a win that could both be referred to as a rollercoaster (in that the lead changed dramatically) and scrappy (in that the Red Sox were trailing but stuck to their guns (one particular gun being Justin Turner) and winning! It was certainly not smooth sailing, as wins that require scrappiness and involve rollercoasters never are, and I could have done without Bello giving up a massive dinger or Jansen having runners on first and third in the ninth, or Raffy fielding like a little-leaguer, but we just swept a mini series with the best team in baseball and didn’t look out of place doing it. In fact, dare I say it, we looked pretty good when we weren’t looking at Devers at third base. I should note here that I love Raffy and have seen him play amazing third base but I have also watched him play third base like a kid who resented his parents forcing him to go to little league when he just wanted to play with lego. Last night was the latter. But we also won last night and Raffy hit a dinger farther than I’ll ever hit anything so I should just shut the fuck up and look at the bright sides. Of which there are plenty.

Bello was great through five but pitched six, and gave up a three-run dinger in the sixth. I still think Bello is a bright side because a) he’s a healthy starting pitcher and b) he kept us in the game, gave up only four hits in total and has been a rock. So bright side regardless of dingers.

Bullpen. Again. Whenever the bullpen is a bright side shout about it. Because they get a billion percent of the blame when it all goes wrong. So bravo, Jacques (I refuse to pronounce it “Jakes”), Schreiber, Bernadino and Jansen (though less heart-attack time, please, Kenley). 

Raffy Devers did not play great third base last night but he hit a big fucking dinger that put us on the board and gave hope to a crowded Fenway. And I know he’s beating himself up more about his fielding than I am because, hey, have you seen Raffy give himself shit about screwing up? Kid shouts at himself in a way that’s kind of uncomfortable sometimes.

Tristan Casas also hit a big fat homer. He seems to be doing a lot of that. Kid went 2-for-2 with a run scored and a RBI, both of which were that dinger because that’s how baseball works.

Connor Wong played great. Two-for-three with a run scored, caught a schmuck stealing in the ninth and is just doing his thing. I might stop missing Vazquez soon. 

Justin Turner hit a game-winning RBI double in the seventh because that’s what Ginger Gandalf does. 

Adam Duvall hit a dinger too. Perhaps he’s going to more of that as the season becomes more intense. That would be super nice. 

We won!

We’ve won four in a row!

Baltimore and Tampa Bay lost! Fuck those guys!

[hipertimesia1999]

Hace mucho frio,  quiero un abrazo tuyo…

Es muy temprano, debo dormir, pero me he puesto a revisar Instagram, he entrado a tu perfil... veo tu fotos, ¡Qué Preciosa eres! ¡Muy hermosa!

Me siento como un acosador ja, ja, ja... Lo lamento, no puedo resistirme a lo sublime de tu belleza.

03:12AM

He encontrado un poema en las actualizaciones de Instagram,

se ha convertido en mi poema favorito y va con lo que pienso de ti, dice así:

No sé

“No me atrevo a decir que me gustas,

porque apenas te conozco,

Pero contigo tuve un buen presentimiento

a pesar que no sé nada de ti.

No sé cual es tu canción favorita,

ni tu color favorito,

ni qué película te hace llorar.

No sé qué te hace reir,

ni qué te hace enojar,

no sé, no sé, no sé.

Por eso es que te escribo,

Porque sólo sé que te gusta el café

y yo por ti madrugaría en domingo.

otra vez”

-Gus Vazquez.

Bueno a todo esto, sé que te gusta más las canciones de Rock, cariño,

tú eres una agridulce melodía de una jodida canción de Rock que aún no

ha sido descubierta; yo por ti sería las letras de tu agridulce sinfonía.

Sí también me suena a BITTER SWEET SYMPHONY.

[infraredmag]

TZIMANI Rock Out A “Haunting” New Single Off Upcoming Album Out “I Feel Fine” Out November 2024

NEWS RELEASE Montreal, QC – September 27, 2024 TZIMANI Rock Out A “Haunting” New Single Off Upcoming Album Out “I Feel Fine” Out November 2024 New Album “I Feel Fine” Out Nov 15th via Glory or Death Records (Vinyl) & Noize Cartel (Digital) L-R – Eddie Vazquez – Guitars, Bass, Synthesizers, Vox – Seb Vazquez – Drums, Photo Credit: Chris Mcfly Breaking out with their self-titled debut EP in 2018,…

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

YO PUEDO PERDONAR, PERO NO OLVIDAR..porque MIRAR PARA ATRAS O RECORDAR es lo UNICO QUE TE SIRVE COMO ADVERTENCIA..y estan SIENDO MUY APOCALIPTICAS..así es como uno está ALL ALONG THE WATCH_TOWER del cd JOHN WESLEY HARDING [un habil PISTOLERO que se reconvirtio a ABOGADO y lo mataron en EL PASO=frontera de EEUU con MEXICO o CIUDAD JUAREZ=FEMINICIDIO..y donde hay un CRISTO en una CIMA]..de BOB DYLAN [la que más toco en su vida] single entre I DREAMED I SAW ST AGUSTINE y the BALLAD OF FRANKIE LEE and JUDAS PRIEST=grupo donde un FAN sustituyo a su CANTANTE en lo que se basa la Película ROCK STAR de Jennifer ANISTON estrenada en SEP 2001 [=11_$]..

..canción popularizada por JIMI HENDRIX que murió en la misma CAMA que ELLIOT de THE MAMAS and THE PAPAS en LONDRES que murió tras cenar con PAUL MC ARTNEY Y LINDA [ella RICA por vender VEGETALES CONGELADOS para morir de CANCER] cuya multimillonaria madre se mató en el vuelo UNO de AMERICAN AIRLINES en NY.

..y canción que versiono U2 en directo dentro de su cd_pelicula RATTLE and HUM [que estrenaron en MADRID con U2 a los que se les olvidó el PASAPORTE].. tocandola en el EMBARCADERO DE SAN FRANCISCO [añadiendo que solo tiene UNA GUITARRA ROJA, 3 ACORDES Y LA VERDAD] y uniéndola a IN GOD'S COUNTRY [=EEUU] del cd THE JOSHUA TREE [VALLE DE LA MUERTE]..así que recuerdo que luego vino cd ACHTUNG [ADVERTENCIA] BABY [CARIÑO] lanzado con la apocaliptica THE FLY y que incluye UNTIL THE END OF WORLD..gira que vi en mayo 1992 PALAU SANT JORDI [con mis amigos JOSE MANUEL O CHECHU CENDAL que dias antes vio la gira de despedida de DIRE STRAITS "ON EVERY STREET" en la plaza de toros de MADRID y EL ENGLISH=JOSE MARIA GONZALEZ PLANT cuyo padre era Sobrecargo de IBERIA fusionada con BRITISH AIRWAYS poniendo de presidente al ex presidente de TABACALERA Antonio VAZQUEZ ROMERO donde sustituyo a CESAR ALiERTA que a su vez sustituyo a MIGUEL ANGEL VALLE_INCLAN padre de mi amigo RAMON VALLE_INCLAN bisnieto del famoso escritor del ESPERPENTO=ALGO ABSURDO Y RIDICULO..y autor de LUCES DE BOHEMIA protagonizada por MAX ESTRELLA] y en mayo 1993 en estadio del rio MANZANA+eRES [donde una MUJER_POLICIA A CABALLO me INCORDIO cuando MEABA bajo el TUNEL por el que cruzaba por debajo del Estadio la M_30 parte de la AVDA DE LA PAZ].. viniendo de un lluvioso concierto en OVIEDO poniendo a Kylie MINOGUE siendo entrevistada sobre que estaba Grabando su nuevo disco en las pantallas como intro de Even Better than Real THING del cd ACTHUNG BABY aunque en MADRID pusieron un combate de Boxeo...gira que como cd ACTHUNG baby empezaba con ZOO STATION [parada de metro de BERLIN donde lo grabaron tomando el ULTIMO VUELO a la ALEMANIA ORIENTAL antes de la CAIDA DEL "MURO"=

I'm ready for the laughing gas

I'm ready

I'm ready for what's next

I'm ready to duck

I'm ready to dive

I'm ready to say

I'm glad to be alive

I'm ready

I'm ready for the push, uh huh

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In musica, il fumetto Manga di Ken il Guerriero

(Adnkronos) - Gabriele Crisafulli, in arte Gabriels, è un'insegnante di musica e un autore raffinato. Il suo ultimo disco è il quarto atto di una saga che è incentrata su un fumetto Manga che, in Italia, è noto come Ken il Guerriero: "Si tratta -spiega Crisafulli- di una rock opera, una sorta di musical dove i cantanti sono i personaggi del fumetto e le tracce non sono altro che le scene di ogni puntata. Ken il Guerriero... in musica Saranno sette i dischi previsti dal progetto che nasce da una passione che ho da sempre coltivato per i Manga. Un ritorno al passato, con l'obiettivo di rispolverare la memoria di chi, negli anni Ottanta, era giovane ma anche per chi giovane lo è adesso e vuole avvicinarsi a questo mondo affascinante". Sette dischi come le sette stelle dell'Orsa Maggiore. "La musica sta seguendo una moda decisamente diversa -sottolinea Crisafulli- e ai miei alunni voglio far comprendere che esistono inclinazioni diverse da quelle che ascoltano oggi. Io insegno in un liceo musicale e i miei ragazzi saranno i professionisti del futuro ed è bene che abbiano una vasta conoscenza del panorama artistico. Un musicista deve avere la mente aperta, guardare certo al futuro ma non dimenticando il passato che comunque fa parte della storia e non può andare in soffitta. Il progetto di musicare i fumetti Manga va proprio in questa direzione e sono fiero di contribuire, in questo modo, alla cultura di genere". Il quarto atto Il quarto atto della saga dunque aiuta a diffondere il progetto che si avvale di importanti collaborazioni. La voce di Ken è di Wild Stell, quella di Yuza di Roberto Tiranti, quella di Ryuga di Gandolfo Ferro, quella di Ryaku di Fabio Carmotti, quella di Toky di Stefano Sbrignadello. Weinn è interpretato da Mayo Marian Petranin, Raoul da Antonio Pecere, Fudo da Dave Dell'Orto e Shuren da Andrea Marchisio: "Tutti artisti di grande calibro -commenta Crisafulli. Ringrazio Brantley Rogers per la batteria e per le chitarre Franco Caruso, Davide Perruzza, Fabiel Perez, Leo Gatti, Patrick Fisichella, Glauber Oliveira, Antonello Giliberto e Tristan Harders. Ai bassi, infine, Dino Fiorenza, Adrian Hansen, Maletoth e Beto Vazquez".  ---immediapresswebinfo@adnkronos.com (Web Info) Foto di Jovem Voodo da Pixabay Read the full article

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El Pecador - Alberto Vázquez

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TZIMANI MAKES THEIR ROCK N ROLL RETURN WITH NEW SINGLE “WE STAND AND FIGHT”

After a five-year hiatus from releasing new material, San Diego, USA’s Tzimani is set to unleash their highly anticipated new single “We Stand and Fight”, on July 19, 2024. This track marks the dynamic duo of brothers Eddie and Seb Vazquez’s bold return to the metal scene, blending old-school heavy metal elements with their unique sound. They comment on the single: “We Stand and Fight is the…

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XXX Años de Rock-Garage

Los Esquizitos andan festejando 30 años de rockerar en los escenarios, y en esta ocación lo festejaran en La Piedad Live Music, la banda conformada por Uili Damage, el Tío Alex, Nacho Desorden y Briza Vazquez no se cansan de reventar los centros nocturnos para deleitarnos con grandes exitos del underground como ¡Pum-pum!, ¡bang-bang!, El planeta sexual, Santo y lunave entre otras. Y para escuchar estos grandes temas no dejen de asistir el próximo viernes 19 de julio, donde también los acomparñaran la gran banda de lounge break beat, The Ultra Beaver Louge Band, banda dedica al lounge en México. Así que si quieren conseguir sus boletos pueden entrar a https://www.wegow.com/es/conciertos/los-esquizitos-en-la-piedad-live-music

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“ETÉ Y LOS PROBLEMS” PRESENTAN “PLATA” SU QUINTO DISCO.

Luego del gran recibimiento que tuvieron sus anteriores discos, más la presentación en el emblemático Cosquín Rock Uruguay donde compartieron line up con grandes artistas, sumado a su exitosa gira por Europa donde pasaron por Alemania y España, se preparan para el desembarco de su quinto disco en las plataformas digitales a partir de este viernes 7 de junio.

“Plata", grabado en Buenos Aires (Argentina) y Playa Hermosa (Uruguay), producido por Ale Vazquez y Sebastián Teysera, es un álbum que cuenta con 11 canciones, cada una de ellas con su impronta única pero con algo en común: reminiscencias del mar. Estrenados en enero, marzo y abril “Arariyo”, “Las Palomas” e “Hijos del mar”(junto a Sebastián Teysera vocalista de La Vela Puerca y productor del disco) son los primeros singles que dejaron entrever su flamante álbum. Este 7 de junio conocemos la obra completa.

Un álbum sobre el mar. Once canciones para mantenerse a flote, once travesías en la tormenta, un disco para escuchar entero llevado por la corriente.

La profundidad del sonido, la variedad de instrumentación, la riqueza de estilos, el peso de las canciones y un espíritu aventurero y brillante que lo salpica todo, hacen de PLATA una obra definitiva.

Olas, tempestades, naufragios y playas al atardecer. Marineros que rezan plegarias de amor, el Diablo, la Virgen, la voz de una niña, el canto de la tripulación. El tesoro que encontramos en el viaje.

Con cada disco "Eté y Los Problems" consolidan a paso firme su reconocimiento en las grandes ligas del rock rioplatense, navegando rumbo hacia un futuro aún más prometedor.

Presentación Oficial del disco: 

17 de agosto en La Trastienda Montevideo

Daniel Fernández Crespo 1763, Montevideo, Uruguay

11 de octubre en Niceto Club Buenos Aires

Niceto Vega 5510, Palermo, CABA, Argentina. Entradas por:  https://www.passline.com/home