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Salim Nourallah: Record Release Mini Tour - Dallas Finale
It's over.
I'm home.
Music from my YouTube channel rolls in the background while I try to get my thoughts in order.
I'm buried in thoughts. Pictures. Videos. I want to think on every word. I want to tweak each picture to perfection before sending it out in to the world. But I'm racing the clock. I have to get everything out while I'm awake. Tomorrow the fog descends again. I go back to being a zombie. I have to feel this weekend while I'm still capable.
Last night was "Old Home Week" (a phrase I've never really stopped to examine... homecoming I assume. That's how I've always approached it, but I suspect its origins are older than I am.) The venue was Sons of Hermann Hall in Salim's home of Dallas.
Everywhere familiar faces. I even recognized the woman who sat next to me at Rhett Miller earlier this month in Ft Worth. Rachel, she says. She has ties to Rhett and Salim. My own story is mirrored throughout the room (upstairs. We saw Salim & these same gents here in 2019. The Church as well in 2016). You don't see Salim by accident. At some point you are in his path and he pulls you in to orbit. It's gravity. Friendly faces, performers. Fan-Friends like us: Christian and his lady, Allen. Performer-Friends like Rahim Quazi. Chris Penn (our acquaintance predates mine with Salim. He and I know each other from the Flaming Lips' message board where I used to lurk and get my social fix back circa At War With the Mytics/UFOs at the Zoo) has stepped away from local haven of good taste, Good Records. He's there in his signature orange pants (red? orange? Whatever they are - they are as recognizable as he is).
Merch is in the back of the room. We take up our requested positions, but I warily eye the room as it starts to fill. My need to be upfront is ancient as the tides. I have worked my role as documentarian (taker of pictures, recorder of videos) in to that need. I must be up front. I must see. Band one - Ottoman Turks - take the stage early. Theirs is a country-tinged sound and therefore runs contrary to my essential musical make up. No ones fault. I had a similar reaction when finally seeing Rhett Miller with his Old 97s (solo Rhett is my only desired Rhett -- that's a thing I and my ears know now.) They are young and energetic. They wield their instruments with skill and the early arrivers at the show appear to love them. I perk up and even record a song, an excellent cover of Billy Idol's "White Wedding."
The need wins and pulls me up front. There's one seat left in the front middle. I end up sitting between a woman who actually remembers me from the Billy Harvey show where I brought pies and another woman I didn't even realize I follow on Instagram.
At one point, my view is ruined by John Dufilho once again urging everyone to get up and crowd around the stage. Tonight I am encased in a corset. My satin carapace tonight is bronze over my shades-of-purple dress. I have a closet full. I literally use them to lace my spine back in to place. My excruciating back pain improved briefly and I was able to abandon them, but they are back. I accessorize my outfit with them the same way I coordinate my wardrobe of glasses. It's ok. John doesn't know that.
I crowd watch. I see Rahim [Quazi]. He buzzes around hugging people like a friendship bee tending flowers. I hate the sea of backs and knees I'm watching, but I do take time to appreciate this. Not too long ago a scene like this was the stuff of sweet dreams. We all couldn't imagine when we would be able to gather and sway to music and hug each other again. It really is a thing of beauty.
The lady next to me asks me about the phone on stage for Buttercup. I tell her I'm pretty sure it's just...art. I have noted each night its presence as well as the special vintage luggage carrying case labeled "phone" it emerges from. Each night I have not noticed them use it. I am wrong. Erik uses it in the set similar to Salim and his ever present bullet mic. I ask Doug later if I am unusually oblivious (I wouldn't doubt it.) No, he assures me, this was the first time.
Joe [Reyes] appears next to me later. He lets me hug him. He tells me... something... I pull out my Ottoman Turks gifted ear plugs (master stroke. I pride myself on being constantly prepared and yet always forget something... RIP the phone charger I left at the Austin venue. Most of the time I forget ear plugs). Want conscientious music lovers to remember you? Ear plugs at your merch table! He yells, "THESE GUYS ARE GREAT" he says about the Deathray Davies. YES. I agree. "AND THEY'RE ALL REALLY NICE GUYS." I appreciate this. It seems to be a reoccurring theme. If you have been pre-vetted and Salim-approved, if you've made it in to this circle, you are worth knowing. As someone with a great deal of anxiety (social, free floating, you name it), I appreciate this implied safety immensely.
At some point, another face floats by. A smiling woman tells me how great I look. Am I just feeling like a goddess? Sure, absolutely. I smile in mild, pleasant confusion, but then she introduces herself as Princess. Of course. I've seen the name on Salim's facebook. We've probably been at shows together. I don't get names usually until we've been at multiple shows together. I think Salim thinks we all just know each other by default.
I remember our first show at Galactic Headquarters - Salim's listening room - a place I think of as home now. We bought tickets, but it was such a small group, I kept expecting people to turn to us and go, "who are you? you don't belong here" It was just too intimate. But it's become like a family. So Salim doesn't make introductions because once you are there, you've always been there.
I hope that Salim will issue a reverse Dufilho command, "It's ok... EVERYONE CAN SIT DOWN." But everyone stays up and picks a spot to camp at the stage for Salim's portion of the show (tonight as the Homecoming show Salim and the Treefort/Philistines, he is last). I aim stage right - Joe's side. I hope I can get a good view of Marty. If I got to his side, I'm afraid I'll be too close to him.
I was spoiled by last night's venue.
Sons of Hermann Hall is old. The stage is small. The sound is... old. The lights are... old. It has sort of a dance-at-a-school-gym feel. I actually made a point to write that down in 2019 when we came for the final Travoltas show. The feeling hadn't changed. I doubt it ever will. To change that would be to change its essential make up. Too many things bow down, are brought low in the path of progress. Still - every where I stand, every angle, something is obscured. I do my best.
At some point, I notice the woman next to me. She makes me question my very identity as a fan of Salim's music. This woman is transported. She's having a religious experience. She stomps, bobs weaves, squeal, thrashes. She puts my adoration to shame. I sort of want to cast my camera aside and join her, but I also remember my time with the Lips and how quickly stores of energy deplete when you throw your whole body in to the worship of music like that.
I see her later at merch. I tell her I admire how fervently she enjoyed the show. Music saved her life, she tells me. I can appreciate that. I know exactly what she means.
I love Marty tonight. Tonight he's there. He's starting to give himself for more distance away from his cheat sheets. He smiles, grins at times. He's proud of his solos. He's with them. He's dialed in. Present. I never doubted this, but I love that everyone can see it tonight.
Night one Salim had looked at Marty admiringly, "Doesn't Marty clean up nice?" He really did. All in black, beautiful sunshine orange guitar for contrast. Salim points out he's wearing long pants this time. He's right. I immediately cast backwards in my memory and only pull up images of him in shorts.
He's gorgeously and similarly attired tonight. What I don't realize until tonight is I will see him later after he's snuck off to reapply his shorts. Marty is from cooler climes abroad. I find Texas heat bewildering, every year is a surprise. And I've been here for most of my life. I cannot imagine what heat like this must seem like to him (another place I have found him two out of three of these nights is drinking in available air conditioning. The vent was in the ceiling at the Lonesome Rose and I after seeing him stop to appreciate it, I watch people all night stop in the same exact spot and pose for a minute as though for a Disneyland vacation photo).
I know the end is near. I try not to cheat, but just like skipping to the end of a book, I lean over to look at Joe's set list. "Friends for Life," "Let Go," and... 1978. And though I have sworn to stop contributing to the glut of available copies of 1978 on the Internet, it's also the finale. He calls Olivia, Erik (from Buttercup) and Paul Averitt up to join him. My friend is happy and triumphant... so I record it...
Again. (smiley face)
This ending is happy. I say goodbye to everyone. We'll see Marty and Olivia again soon we're sure. Doug talks music with John Dufilho and is all smiles. At some point, we even talk to Nick Earl - another person we've maneuvered near, but never actually spoke to until this weekend. Doug has something specific in mind. Months ago, Nick was in receipt of two console record players saved from when we auctioned off what would have been the contents BLM if it ever officially opened its doors.
Nick's face lights up. He has something to show us. One player now starts a red-sparkle paint job. He seems to be in the process of turning it in to a space ship.
"So you're a wizard in your spare time?" I ask.
He smiles. He does not deny this.
I will be glad to see him again in the future. He's a weird one. I love the weird ones - in life and in music - they're my favorite.
I hug Salim a few more times. He's grateful to us for our services this weekend. I'm sure he suspects, but I don't think he will ever truly know what it's all meant to me.
If only for three days... I could breathe again.
How do you thank someone for oxygen?
#singer#songwriter#salim nourallah#treefort five#salim and the philistines#album release#on tour#anw#a nuclear winter#marty willson piper#john dufilho#joe reyes#jason garner#rahim quazi#depression#anxiety#photography#concert photography#live music
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ask for a nuclear winter i’ll give you a nuclear winter mf
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just an ncr propaganda poster idk i’m thinking about making more for each faction
#art#fanart#fallout#fallout fanart#fallout new vegas#fallout new vegas fanart#fnv#ncr#fallout new vegas art#new california republic#ncr trooper#propaganda poster#fallout poster#patrolling the mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter
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my mom just yelled "holy SHIT" and I genuinely thought she was about to tell me that like, a huge natural disaster had occurred, or someone famous got murdered, or an asteroid was on its way. but apparently she just looked up the menu for a new restaurant opening up and they're charging 75 bucks for a rib eye
#molly mumbles#mom pls#I agree thats bad but I thought we were about to enter nuclear winter or some shit#sjdhskdndjj
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UK 1998
#UK1998#WIZARDWORKS#SUNSTORM INTERACTIVE INC.#SIMPLY SILLY SOFTWARE#3D REALMS ENTERTAINMENT#ACTION#IBM#DUKE NUKEM 3D#DUKE NUCLEAR WINTER#DUKE CARIBBEAN LIFE'S A BEACH
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Markus Heikkerö — Nuclear Winter II (oil on canvas, 2004)
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Wirescapes by laxraven
#nestedneons#cyberpunk#cyberpunk art#cyberpunk aesthetic#art#cyberpunk artist#cyberwave#megacity#futuristic city#scifi#urban decay#post apocalyptic#post apocalypse#retrowave#vaporwave#vaporpunk#dystopic#dystopia#cyberpunk dystopia#dystopic future#nuclear winter#crypto art
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I CAN SEE THAT LONE STAR 🧐 FROM A THOUSAND MILES AWAY 😩 CALLING ME BACK HOME 🗣️ THOUGH IVE VENTURED FAR ASTRAY 😢 WHEN I SEE THAT BEACON SHINING FOR ME ALL ALONE 🤩 IT CALLS ME BACK TO TEXAS AND TO HOME 🥹
LONEEEE STARRRR SHINEEEE DOWNNNN ONNNNN MYYYYY HOMEEEEE TOWNNNNN
FILLLLLL MYYYYY MEMORYYYY LIGHTTTT MYYYYY WAYYYYY
#patrolling the mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter#fallout new vegas#fnv#new vegas#lone star#tony marcus#he’s my hero
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A map that shows how even a small, limited nuclear war between India and Pakistan would release enough particles into the atmosphere to trigger a small nuclear winter that would be felt worldwide.
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What if u were a yellow dwarf boy and u have to hide the fact that u still have two star siblings in space from the local nomad and goatherd you've forcefully befriended. (yes you ran away from home. no you don't want to go back. yes you miss them very, very much.)
I've discovered a whole new world after learning how to extract traditional line art. I am unstoppable now.
#illustration#art#character art#illustrators on tumblr#character design#digital art#traditional media#well the line art is anyway#character concept#tibet#oc#original character#nomad goatherd star#bunfish ocs#wigglybunfish#technically i don't think it's possible to see anything in the sky when there's a nuclear winter going on (re: atmosphere choked with dust)#but lets just say threezy's red dwarf and blue giant sibs are special and they shine thru :3c
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DC'S NUCLEAR WINTER SPECIAL (2019) written by Tom Taylor art by Yasmine Putri
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you heard it here first: stian solberg is in love with beckett sennecke.
look at their FACES. clearly that hard-nosed norwegian d-man took one look at that sweetly baffled 3OA and melted on the inside. now we're going to get years and years of photos of stian gazing adoringly at beckett as beckett gazes starry-eyed into the distance, still confused about how he got here.
see? here's another one
stian's face only has one setting and that setting is smiling at beckett. here is the moment they first met, which i am saving because i swear it's going to be important later. the ducks have their many flaws, but they are unparalleled at drafting ships.
#with bonus nico too#ducks storing up narratives so their fields don't lie fallow in the impending post-zegras nuclear winter
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very, very happy to announce TGL#2 is called The Endless Winter and will be releasing July 31st on AO3 and the first chapter is up now!
#nuclear winter BABY#full cover releasing soon!!!!!#warrior cats#warrior cats ocs#warrior cats oc#the great light#harriertail#sort of
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Snuggle buddies : )
#fo4 nuclear winter#f4 nuclear winter#fallout 4#junda foxe#john hancock fallout 4#hi we're not dead just busy
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Abandoned cooling tower in Dickson Spring, TN
#mine#my post#photography#2024#winter#abandoned#urbex#tennessee#nuclear plant#cooling tower#draft#dickson spring
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I would follow you to the grave if it meant an eternity with you
#my art#digital art#oc stuff#oc:Sohaib#metempsychosis (story)#artists on tumblr#proccreate art#my babies they’re almost a decade old.#what if we were stuck in a nuclear wasteland winter and time was ticking and I thought you gone and dead#and you return back but it’s ugly and bitter and yet you’re all I ever wanted#and this hellish city we exist in will no longer exist#and#😼
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By darylanselmo with comfyui and magnificent
Prompts at the link
#nestedneons#cyberpunk#cyberpunk art#cyberpunk aesthetic#cyberpunk artist#art#cyberwave#megacity#futuristic city#scifi#brutalism#brutalist#nuclear winter#brutalist architecture#scifi art#scifi aesthetic#dystopic#dystopia#scifi world#ai art#ai artwork#ai artist#aiartcommunity#thisisaiart#retro scifi#retro future#retrowave
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