#also cc since shes not in the band in lost stories for some reason

[celestadore]

i dont usually post WIPs on here but my pen tablet broke so i wont be able to finish this as quickly as i wanted to so here have my son

also cause I dont think they showed off if they gave him a new guitar in game (im just being patient til the ENG version comes out n hearing abt the JPN stories thru word of mouth cuz im not dealing w another genesic situation again) heres a dumb blurb abt how i designed his guitar here:

i based his instrument heavily on C.C.'s guitar from the OG code black manga but designed it to be more like a wolf paw rather than a cat paw since hes a wolf and now the lead guitarist in the lost stories' code black event

here's how i was gonna lay out the colors

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Alternative Ending

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed

Author's Note:

Whilst I am sad to see this story come to an end, I would like to happily announce that this is not the end of Delia and Andy's story. There will be a second instalment coming very soon called Saviour II, so please be sure to keep your eyes peeled. I would like to take this moment to thank every single person who has followed the development of this story and who has stuck by it. I have spoken to some amazing people and every like, comment and message has been so valuable to me. I hope to see you all in the second story.

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It had been a week since Delia's disappearance, since finding Delia's phone out in the streets, the police had hit a dead end of the case. No one in the group was dealing well with the waiting around, they were waiting for any sort of update, promising news, a miracle, even an absolution; that never came. Andy was not coping well in the slightest, no one in the group knew what to do, however, Andy had found comfort in talking to Delia's mum. He had phoned her one time apologising to her and blaming himself, of course Tamara knew deep down it was not Andy who was to blame.

"Hello?" Lonny asks after answering his phone; everyone in the group had turned to look in his direction, they were praying it was something good. "Okay, thank you."

"Lonny? What was that?" Andy asks as he watches Lonny's face drop.

"Delia, they found Delia." Lonny chokes out as tears fall down his face.

"That's good right?" Shevy asks trying to be hopeful; but realistically everyone knew how they had found her, they just needed to hear Lonny say it.

"She didn't make it." Lonny continues to cry "They found her in the Seattle ferry landing pier."

"No, no. It's not her. How do they know it's her? Are they sure?" Andy screams through tears as CC instantly wraps his arms around the singer to stop him doing anything erratic.

"We need to go and identify the body to be sure..." Lonny looks down at his feet sadly "But they're confident it's Delia."

"I, erm, I can't. I can't do that." Shevy stutters "I'll erm, I'll stay here and call her parents but I can't go to- I can't do that."

"I'll do it." Jake speaks sadly; the whole ordeal was bring back memories of when he has lost his mother, but someone had to do it.

"You sure Jake?" Jinxx asks; he could tell exactly what Jake was thinking "I'll come with you."

"It's not her, I'm telling you it's not her. The police, they've got it wrong, they've surely got it wrong." Andy continues to angrily shout through his sobs before he completely breaks down and falls to the floor "I never- I never got to tell her properly how I felt. I think I was falling in love."

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Delia's body was able to be transported back to Ohio pretty soon after they had identified her; the police had no reason to perform anymore checks on her and they were more focused on trying to find out who this monster committing these crimes was before another woman could fall prey to them. Shevy and the band travelled to Ohio alongside Delia and were present for the planning of her funeral; the 6 of them also put money forward to help her parents with the cost of it all. But alas, the dreaded day had finally arrived, the day they had to lay Delia to rest.

"Dear Delia." Andy starts trying to keep his tears at bay; standing up in front of everyone next to her coffin was proving harder than any performance he had ever done. "I know I may not have shown it, but you were the best person to have entered my life in a long time. I wish we had gotten more time together and I wish I had told you how I felt sooner, but I know you are always going to be a part of me; I hope that wherever you are now you're safe."

Many tears were shed throughout the service by the band, Shevy and her parents. It was only the 8 of them that attended, Tamara and Nick had explained how they did not have any other family and that it was always just the 3 of them, Delia never did have a close friend circle as she was always so career driven. After the burial the group slowly dispersed, some stayed by Delia's grave to pay their final respect, Shevy was struggling to stay so decided to go get Delia's favourite coffee in her honour and Andy, he went and stood on the side lines of the cemetery; he could not bare the sight of the coffin containing Delia in the ground, but at the same time he was not ready to leave her yet.

"Andy?" Tamara catches Andy off guard slightly "I wish we had met in better circumstances."

"So do I Tamara." Andy nods sadly.

"You know, Delia phoned me a couple of times whilst on tour to tell me about you and ask for my advice, she may not have admitted it fully but I know my daughter; she really liked you a lot." Tamara explains "Whatever happened between the two of you, just know that I hold absolutely no hard feelings towards you Andy. I know you would have pulled through and been exactly what Delia needed. If ever you need us or you find yourself in Ohio, mine and Nick's door is always open for you."

"thank you Tamara, that means so much." Andy smiles sadly as Tamara pulls him close for a hug. Eventually she breaks the hug and walks away just as Nick approaches.

"You know, when I was ill, I would always tell Delia to look for me in my next life as a wolf. It was then Delia decided she wanted to come back as a blackbird." Nick explains trying to bring Andy some comfort "Just look out for the blackbirds, that's what I'll be doing."

Just as Nick walks away, a black bird lands a few feet away from Andy before proceeding to just stare at him.

"Hey Delia." Andy whispers softly to the bird as he watches it slowly tilt its head before flying off again, that's when Andy feels a hand on his shoulder.

"Andy, you going to be okay mate?" Lonny asks "You know me and Rhita are happy to have to stay with us if you ever need it."

"Thanks Lonny, but I think I'm going to be okay." Andy nods as he continues to stare at where the blackbird was just minutes ago.

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Since returning to Ohio, Andy had been staying with his parents and trying to fix his relationship with them; although neither of his parents knew how to help their son with the loss he was going through. Instead, Andy found himself in his room most of the time just staring at the ceiling; not this night though.

His parents had kept the electric keyboard in his room and that night he had found himself sitting at it bashing notes, trying out chord progressions and playing on words in his song writing journal he had. After a few hours, Andy stared down at the words and chords he had put together and he felt satisfied.

"I'm not one to believe in Heaven or Hell." Andy starts conversation with himself whilst hoping Delia could hear him "I just hope that wherever you are, you're safe now. I meant every word I said earlier and I am so sorry I couldn't protect you. You have changed me in more ways than one Delia Grace Vincent, I could never forget you after that. To prove it, I wrote you a song. You became such a big part of the group and I know we're all going to miss having you around, but now you will always have a place in Black Veil Brides."

Andy shakily takes in a deep breath, his hands find the keys of the keyboard and he starts playing beautifully arranged notes before singing equally as beautiful lyrics to dedicate to Delia.

"Hold on to hope, take back your soul, and they cannot steal the light that shines from who you once were. You're blood and bones left in the cold, so just look into the sky and you'll become the blackbird."

[sleekervae]

Young God [0.5]

Two days.

Two days seemed like so little time -- hardly impactful enough to resonate in Taylor's mind in the long run. However, in the last five days something within Taylor was beginning to grow -- and it wasn't just her acceptance and confidence in playing acoustic shows in tents. There was this fuzzy warmth that festered in her belly; the same way she'd feel after eating a hot chocolate cake or her mum's gooey mac'-n-cheese.

And she only seemed to feel this way when she thought about Andy.

Perhaps it was just the thrill of being in America but the more time Taylor had spent with him the more she'd come to realize that he was having a bigger toll on her experience than she could've predicted. From the way he'd entertain and make her laugh with wild stories and corny jokes, or the hours they'd spend on the conversations they had about nothing particularly important. Maureen had told Taylor as such that it was a bad idea, but Taylor had felt this swirling warmth in her gut before.

There was a slim to fair chance that she was falling for Andy.

It had only been five days, hardly enough time to truly get to know somebody. That was what Taylor had told herself, anyways. However, the notion was just too tempting to push aside in favour for logic. She really liked Andy, more than she should've given how long she had spent with him. It seemed too cruel; her having to leave when she only just arrived.

Andy was fearing just the same, though he wouldn't dare admit it aloud.

The fact that Taylor was leaving in less than forty-eight hours was unacceptable to him. There had to have been a way for her to stay, right? Just so he could enjoy making her smile just a little more? Just stay a bit longer to hear the twang of her Newcastle accent ring in his ears like the most delightful wind chimes? To see the glimmers in her deep brown eyes when she'd sing or play her guitar? Surely, it was a crime just to miss out on the spectacular spectacle that was Taylor Wray.

All his life, Andy had never met a girl like Taylor. And that wasn't to say that he hadn't met beautiful women from the UK -- because he certainly had in the past. He hadn't met somebody so colourful as she. He could hear it in the music she sang, from songs about addictions and toxic ex-boyfriends to reflections on her teen years that were slathered in parties, insecurities, and deeply-rooted fears. There were so many layers to this unique woman; so many layers Andy wanted to peel back just to discover what passions and troubles she had just to reach her epicentre. But how many layers could he shed in only two days?

If he wanted to make a move, he had to strike while the iron was hot. The only thing keeping Andy back from practically begging Taylor to go out with him was the restrictions of long-distance. What would happen after Taylor left and he would continue touring with the band? How long would it have been before he'd see her again? Would they even hit it off on a date or would they be better suited as friends?

Thoughts like these ran rapid in Andy's mind as he picked at his bland scrambled eggs and tasteless hash browns. The prongs of his fork clinked now and again, getting lost in the murmurs and countless conversations of bands and tour organizers around him at the catering tent. CC meanwhile was just watching his friend, nearly dumbfounded at how quiet Andy was being this morning -- and he wasn't even hungover!

"Andy," he nudged his leg from under the table, "What's the matter with you?"

Andy only shook his head as he looked up, "Nothing's the matter with me," he replied promptly, "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm uncomfortable because you're quiet today," CC stated, "And not like the-morning-after-a-hard-night-quiet, either. Just like, seriously -- "

"I think we get it, dude," Jake interjected, quickly taking a sip of his lukewarm coffee.

"He's got a point, though," Jinxx said, "Something on your mind?" he asked Andy.

It was then that Ashley chuckled under his breath, "It's not a thing, it's more of a whom," he said, popping a cube of melon in his mouth with sass. Andy refrained from glaring at him, while the other three seemed to remain oblivious to what Ashley was getting at.

"What're you talking about?" CC asked him. Ashley didn't respond, instead he pointed past their table with his fork in the general direction of Asking's table. At that table sat the boys with Taylor and Maureen sequestered between James and Cameron, all caught up in the flood of random conversation.

It was then that CC's face lit up, "Oh! I get it! He's thinking about Taylor!" he nearly exclaimed too loud for Andy to bear.

"Jesus Christ! Shout it out louder, why don't you?" he snapped. Jinxx snickered to himself as Jake leaned over the table, trying to get a better glimpse of the blue-haired singer from his seat.

"Are you?" Jake asked.

Andy didn't know why he felt so sheepish and silly for admitting it, "I don't know. Maybe, I guess?"

The guys just stared at him, "Well, which is it?" Jinxx asked, "Either you are, or you aren't?"

"Well, of course he is!" Ashley said, "They've been attached to the hip since she got here. And who can blame him -- I mean, just look at her --!"

"Okay!" Andy snapped again, now beginning to get a little impatient, "You guys got me. I like her. I really fucking like her," he sighed with defeat then and started stabbing at his scrambled eggs.

"Oh, that's nice," CC nodded, "... So, why don't you do something about it?"

Andy glared at him, as though the underlying issue wasn't obvious enough, "Because she's leaving the day after tomorrow," he replied.

"Then why are you dragging your feet?" Ashley asked, "She's got two days left, you may as well give her a reason to remember you,"

"Yeah, dude," Jinxx nodded, "I mean -- what do you got to lose?"

"How about the fact that I might not even see her again for months -- maybe a year after she leaves?" Andy said, "What is she going to do between that time? What am I going to do between that time?"

CC cocked his head, "You're all uptight because you might not get to fuck her for a year?"

"No!" he exclaimed, "It's not even about sleeping with her,"

"So, what's it about then?" Jake said, "Explain it to us,"

With a heavy sigh, Andy ran his hands through his long hair, struggling to come up with the right words to say, "It's like -- I go out with her. We have an amazing time, but after she leaves I won't see her again until God knows when. What's to stop her from forgetting about me? Or worse: we go on a date it goes terribly, and she doesn't want to see me again?"

"Seriously?" Ashley nearly choked out, "Okay, let's play out this scenario. You tuck your dick between your legs like a coward and don't make a move. Taylor gets on that plane back to Europe -- probably thinking that what you guys had wasn't serious -- and moves on. She's hot, she could get another guy in minutes --"

"Okay Ashley, we get it," Jake said, "She's hot,"

"Lemme' finish," he continued, "Or you could grow a pair, ask her out, show her a great time and give her a fucking reason to remember you. So the next time you do see each other again -- maybe in another few months -- she'll be all primed and ready for you,"

"He's not wrong," Jinxx said, "I mean -- again: what do you have to lose? Worse case scenario, you guys stay friends,"

At his words Andy turned his head again, his gaze shifted to land on the blue-haired rocker and her friend. Taylor suddenly stood up, followed closely by Maureen and the girls ventured back in the direction of the coffee canteen. Taylor's eyes met Andy's for a brief moment, she gave him a blushing smile and a wave. Andy smiled back.

His friends however started to laugh.

"He's gone!" Ashley announced with glee, "Andy Biersack is whipped!"

"I am not!" Andy quickly quelled.

"You are too," Jake grinned. Andy groaned and buried his face in his hands, trying to will away the crimson in his pale face.

Across the way, Taylor's ears perked when she heard the raucous laughter from the far table. From the corner of her eye she could make out Andy shaking his head while CC and Jinxx were laughing at his expense. She could just make out his annoyed little scowl under his hair; she thought it was adorable.

"You are so whipped," Maxeen tsked, shaking her head as she too watched the boys.

"I am not," Taylor stated defiantly.

"You are too," she replied, "You're like some mushy, female lead in a Nicholas Sparks book. Just fucking ask him out,"

"We leave in two days," Taylor reminded her, "How is that fair to me or him?"

Maxeen glared at her as she tampered with the coffee canteen, "It ain't fair at all. That is to say, however, that you won't ever see each other again. It's kind of exciting though, don't you think?"

Taylor scoffed, "More like tragic,"

"Don't be so dramatic, now," Maxeen chided, "Like my nan always said; you want to get dramatic? Go to the theatre,"

Taylor refrained from rolling her eyes, "I don't think I'm being dramatic, Max. After I leave, he might meet another girl who'll grab his attention and forget all about me," she shrugged as though chatting about the weather, but Maxeen could hear the hypertension in her voice.

"You're overthinking," Maxeen told her as she reached for the fruit platter tongs, "If you go out and show him an incredible time, he'll have no reason to forget about you. Simple logic, really,"

Taylor exuded a heavy sigh. She felt as nervous as she did before her first kiss, or the time she had to go for her driver's test back home. It was exciting and surely her life would've been changed, but there was also a risk that Taylor wasn't so sure she wanted to take.

Then she chuckled to herself: Maxeen was right, she was overthinking it.

But then again, she may have had ample reason to, given her past relationships...

Maxeen snapped her lips together, "You look like you've been accused of the Hindenburg Murders right now,"

"What the fuck would I do, Max? Just go up to him and ask him to take me to dinner?" Taylor huffed.

"Well, considering that you don't know your way 'round the city, I say take your shot," Maxeen replied.

Taylor took another glance at the table of theatrical rockstars, a pit burrowing in her gut but it wasn't one of trepidation. She was surprised simply because at first glance, Andy wasn't her type. Well, perhaps he wasn't the type that everyone expected her to be attracted to. However, while style and physicality played a role, Andy was a charismatic enigma that had Taylor instantly hooked on every next move he would make.

Was it a big deal that she was leaving in two days? Surely, she's see him again. They were part of the same scene, of course they could see each other again. And the relationship she had formed was something that she was leaning towards pursuing.

A few hours after her latest set, Taylor stood in the reflection of the bus bathroom mirror. She tousled her hair around a few times, pulled it back, pulled down the skin of her plump, rosy cheeks. She had been rocking this shoulder-length blue bob for over a year, and she looked damn good. However, Taylor decided that it was time for a change. She had sharp bone structure and big eyes, and within her suitcase she had packed a few bottles of hair dye.

She ducked out of the bathroom and peaked into the rec area again, where most of the AA boys sat around and chatted together. 

“Hey boys,” she called to them, “Could I borrow a razor off one of you?”

James raised an eyebrow at her, “What’re you gonna’ do with it?” he asked.

Taylor narrowed her eyes, “The fuck you think I’m gonna’ do with a razor, Cassels?” she replied, “Anybody seen Max?”

“Last I saw, she was trying to steal a kiss from Neil Westfall,” Danny chuckled.

Taylor simpered, Maxeen always had a low-key crush on the boys from A Day to Remember. 

“Alright, I’ll do it myself, then,” she decided, “Who wants to lend me a razor?”

As the evening fell into deep night, and despite his head being hazy from all the alcohol he’d consumed, Andy was sure of a few things:

First of all, he knew that CC was just as drunk if not more than he was, watched his long legs dance and jig on the pavement ahead as he leant against Jinxx, Jake and Ashley ready to catch him from behind, heard his cheers and yells of excitement as they passed other people in the street who cheered back outside of bars and clubs, could hear him singing his own songs loud and proud all the way back to the bus lot.

Secondly, he knew that he was going to have regrets when he woke up with a throbbing head and a scratchy throat in the morning. Not complimenting Taylor the second he saw her and her new blue and pink pixie cut that made her look like a glittery desert rebel. Knocking a drink over Ben and staining his shirt. Singing Billy Idol’s Blue Highway in a tipsy acapella with Danny, as dared by Sam, which he saw Taylor recording from the corner of his eye. That last shot of tequila he thought he could handle but now knew had tipped him over the edge from tipsy to officially drunk.

And thirdly, he was certain that he was addicted to being close to Taylor Wray; spent every moment with her wondering how he could make her happy, how he could prompt the laugh he’d first heard almost a week ago, wondered if she knew how deeply affected by her perfume he was and if she was aware of the way her brown eyes sparkled and shone even when he closed his own.

Taylor watched her new friends struggle to support CC and laughed each time he insisted on stopping in the street to check out the next bar, despite Jake trying to pull him away from innocent bystanders. James pulled CC away, eager to get back to the bus and lie down, though CC pressed a kiss to his cheek too, wrapping his arms around Jake’s waist. Andy was laughing too, sauntering beside her, hands shoved into his pockets, his skin glowing under the street lights, his slender nose wrinkling as he observed his friends struggling ahead of him on the pavement. His lips were slightly parted, his expression vacant. She tilted her head fully in his direction, laughing when he smiled lopsidedly back at her, nudged her with his elbow.

“What is it?” he asked.

“N-Nothing…” she hummed, her voice laced with the suggestion she’d had a little too much to drink. “Just really... I like America more than I thought I would,” 

“Well, I like your new haircut,” he grinned, “I should’ve said that earlier. It really suits you,” 

“Thanks,” Taylor ran a hand through her shortened, blondish-bluish-pinky hair do. She chewed on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from telling him that he was one of the reasons why she was so happy, then looked down at her feet as they walked, swallowed hard and focused on putting one foot in front of the other.

“Have you had fun on the tour?” she asked then.

“I have indeed,” Andy nodded, trying not to let his drunker side shine through, “The present company’s made it all the better this time around,”

“Hmm. I didn’t know you thought so highly of Ben,” she smirked. 

“Don’t tell him, it’ll go to his head,” Andy chuckled.

“I’d never dream of such a thing,” Taylor smiled warmly, then threw her arm around him, leant into his side as they walked together, inhaled the comfort of his cologne and let it embrace her like an old memory she hadn’t quite been able to place until this moment. Andy’s hand came down on her waist but he was conscious of how much was too much, kept his grip light, thankful her sweater was thick enough that the warmth of her skin didn’t bring him to his knees in the middle of the street.

“Tell me something about yourself,” Andy said suddenly.

Taylor raised an eyebrow, “What would you like to know?” She was soft-spoken and quiet, a little giggly and leant her head against his shoulder.

Andy hummed thoughtfully, alarmed by how close she was pressed to his body, “Hmm, well -- when did you start doing your own hair?” 

“Are you really that infatuated with my hair?” she giggled.

“It’s just curious to me,” he shrugged, “This morning you were the hipster at the book store, and tonight you’re an extra outta’ Mad Max,” 

“I wouldn’t take it that far,” she replied, “I got a job at a hair salon when I was sixteen. The woman who ran it, Vicky, she sort of took me under her wing. Taught me how to cut hair, how to cut my own hair. She put me on the straight and narrow -- as straight as I could possibly be, given my life choices,” she chuckled. Andy went to open his mouth, but closed it again when she continued to speak, “I mean, I weren’t exactly the erm -- what do you call it here -- homecoming queen back home. I got into a spot of trouble with some bad people, but Vicky was amazing. She saw a potential in me that no one else did. I’m sure I wasn’t the best protégé she’s had, but I owe a lot of my life to her,”

Andy was speechless for a moment, stared back at her blankly, looked down at the blurry ground beneath his feet feeling completely lightheaded, then lifted his gaze to her again, “That’s pretty serious,”

“She was a very serious hair stylist,” Taylor shrugged, “If music don’t work out, I’ll always have me hair career to fall back on,” 

He smiled, the corners of his lips turning up in a way that was uniquely Andy and he smoothed his hand over her shoulder, left bare by the sweater that had slipped off her warm skin. 

“I think you’re doing pretty well, so far,” he said.

“You’re just saying that,” Taylor rolled her eyes playfully.

“I mean it, Taylor,” Andy spoke firmly, “You’re a fucking firecracker. I’ve never met somebody who’s captured my interest the way you do,”

His eyes were dark but they were shining with the reflection of the lights and she couldn’t help but grin back at him when he smoothed her hair back with the same hand, entranced by his raw and genuine loveliness, the way he would go out of his way for her even when it made things difficult, his heart of gold, how much he respected and cared for her.

“You’re…” Taylor shook her head then leant back against his side for both stability and out of appreciation for him, their friendship, their connection, “… absolutely wonderful, Andy…”

[weekendwarriorblog]

WHAT TO WATCH THIS WEEKEND July 19, 2019 – DAVID CROSBY: REMEMBER MY NAME, THE LION KING

Before we get to the big studio release… which I haven’t seen… I’m gonna focus on a new doc opening in New York and L.A. on Friday, DAVID CROSBY: REMEMBER MY NAME (Sony Pictures Classics). Directed by A.J. Eaton and produced by Cameron Crowe, this movie surprised me first and foremost because I never really had much interest in Crosby Stills and Nash, so I wasn’t sure if I’d really care much to hear Crosby’s story. (Granted, one of my favorite bands, Yes, was hugely influenced by CSN.)

Much of the film is made up of interviews with Crosby conducted by Crowe, who first interviewed Crosby when he was a young journalist in the ‘70s. There are some real revelations in the film – similar to the recent Marianne and Leonard– including Crosby admitting that he got a number of girlfriends hooked on drugs. He also lost a girlfriend in a car accident that deeply affected him, although it’s also interesting to hear from some of his bandmates like Graham Nash, who claim that Crosby is not the nice guy some might perceive.

Whether or not you’re interested in Crosby and his life/career, Remember My Name is a fascinating look at a pivotal person from the ‘60s and earliest days of rock, another great doc from Crowe, who should really be doing more about the history of music.

I may have mentioned before that I have practically zero interest in Walt Disney Pictures’ THE LION KING, even though I am a long-time fan of director Jon Favreau’s work… except The Jungle Book, in which I was disappointed. Maybe it’s just because I was such a fan of the original animated movie and Rudyard Kipling’s book, but not having any immediately connection to the 1994 Disney animated movie, nothing has really gotten me excited to see this one.

You can actually read more about The Lion King over at The Beat.

Bleecker Street also hopes to expand Jesse Eisenberg’s dark comedy THE ART OF SELF-DEFENSE nationwide into over 500 theaters, which seems a bit forward, considering that it didn’t fare nearly as well as A24’s The Farewell in limited release last weekend.

LIMITED RELEASES

Before we get to the regular fare, on Wednesday, Trafalgar Releasing is the Trey Anastasio doc Between Me and My Mind in theaters across the nation on Wednesday night. Being a fan of Trey and Phish and having seen this at the Tribeca Film Festival, I can say that it’s a MUST-SEE for anyone who has ever enjoyed Trey’s vast output both with Phish and his solo groups. Besides showing Trey in the writing and production process for his latest solo album, it also shows him and the members of Phish preparing for the 2017 New Year’s Eve run at Madison Square Garden. Director Steven Cantor was given amazing access to Trey, as he also filmed a few personal conversations the singer/guitarist/songwriter has with his parents about their history together. I’m actually going to see it again tonight.. but if you’re in the New York area, go see it at the Alamo Drafthouse, where it’s hosted by the awesome Jordan Hoffman. (6:30pm show is already sold out but they’ve added a 9:20 showing.)

A couple other docs this weekend include Radu Jude’s Romanian dark comedy I Do Not Care If We Go down in History as Barbarians, which opens at the IFC Center. It’s about the dictator Marshal Ion Antonescu, who started a program of ethnic cleansing in the summer of 1941, something that’s recreated in present day by an idealistic theater director, causing controversy. It opens at the IFC Center on Friday.

Also opening at the IFC Center is Tilman Singer’s German horror film Luz (Screen Media), about a young cab driver who has been contending with a possessed woman who can endanger many lives. Lastly and also at the IFC Center, there’s Paddy Breachnach’s Rosie, the story of a mother trying to protect her homeless family, covering their struggle over 36 hours.

Joe Manganiello from Magic Mike and his wife Sofia Vergara from Modern Family star in  Raymond De Felitta’s Bottom of the 9th (Saban Films) about a baseball player named Bobby Setano, who ends up in jail at the age of 19 just as his career is taking off. 20 years later, he is tryng to win back everything he lost in this movie from the director of the excellent City Island and Rob the Mob. It’s in select theaters, On Demand and digital platforms.

There are two new docs opening at the Metrograph Friday:

Martin Bell’s Tiny: The Life of Erin Blackwell is a follow-up to his 1984 film Streetwise (see “Repertory” below), this one following up on that film’s 14-year-old subject “Tiny” and what she’s been through since then, going from drug addiction to poverty, having given birth to ten children. There’s also Marie Losier’sCassandro, the Exotico! (Film Movement) looking at the 47-year-old Saul Armendariz aka Cassandro, the openly gay champion of the Mexican exotico wrestling circuit, which features competitors in drag. The film is shot entirely on 16mm.

I just want to draw special attention to New York’s Village East Cinemas, which really has turned itself around with the variety of films and programs it’s offering, partially to compete with some of the new and revitalized arthouses. This week, it has three new movies, beginning with At War (Cinema Libre Studios), the new film from French filmmaker Stéphane Brizé (The Measure of a Man), once again teaming him with  Vincent Lindon as Laurent Amédéo, the spokesman for a company that is going to shut down its factory, putting over a thousand employees out of work.

The Village East is also one of the theaters showing Aaron Harvey’s Into the Ashes (RLJEntertainment), starring Luke Grimes as former criminal Nick Brenner who believe he has escaped his past until his old crew shows up for the money he stole from them, taking  Nick’s wife and putting him on a path for revenge.

I know very little Steve Barron’s Supervized except that it’s about four aging superheroes in an Irish retirement home and it stars the likes of Beau Bridges, Louis Gossett Jr., Tom Berenger and Fionnula Flanagan.

LOCAL FESTIVALS

This weekend at the IFC Center is the first-ever 51 Fest, honoring the “female majority on screen” by paying tribute to the women of the world with an amazing line-up of films.  The fest opens at the SVA Theater on Thursday night with Kathy Griffin: A Hell of a Story and then continues at the IFC Center with the New York Premieres of Bart Freundlich’s After the Wedding remake starring Julianne Moore, Paul Downs Colaizzo’s terrific Brittany Runs a Marathon (with a QnA hosted by my pal Ophira Eisenberg), Waad al-Kateab and Edward Watts’s doc For Sama and more. The fest will also host the World Premiere of Lisa Cholodenko’s episode of the Netflix series Unbelievable with Cholodenko and actors Kaitlyn Dever, Danielle Macdonald and Merritt Weaver appearing in person. In general, this seems like a strong new festival with lots of talent attending, so here’s hoping that this becomes a regular annual thing.

STREAMING AND CABLE

Premiering on Netflix Friday is Peter Sullivan’s suspense thriller SECRET OBSESSION, starring Brenda Song (The Social Network) as a newlywed who is brutally attacked at a rest stop leaving her with amnesia. As her husband (Mike Vogel) takes care of her at home, a detective (Dennis Haysbert) goes looking for her attacker who also might have kidnapped his daughter.

I’m more excited about the return of Jerry Seinfeld’s series “Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee” with its new season, as it’s one of my favorite Netflix series by far.

REPERTORY

Although there aren’t a ton of limited releases this week, it’s an exciting time for repertory fans for reasons you’ll discover as you go through the entries below.

METROGRAPH (NYC):

To tie-in with the release of Tiny (see above), the Metrograph is also screening of a new restoration of Martin Bell’s 1984 film Streetwise, about the kids who would gather on downtown Seattle’s Pike Street. This weekend’sLate Nites at Metrograph  is the movie musical classic, Alan Arkush’s 1979 movie Rock ‘n’ Roll High School starring the Ramones!Playtime: Family Matineesgoes with Disney’s 1979 film The Black Hole on 35mm, and you can bet I’ll be there for that.

THE NEW BEVERLY (L.A.):

As we get closer to the release of Tarantino’s 9thfilm, his rep theater will continues its James Bond series with Thunderball as the Weds. matinee and then both Weds and Thurday night is a grindhouse TRIPLE FEATURE (!!!) of Curtis Hanson’s 1972 film Sweet Kill with 1973’s Soul Hustler (with Larry Bishop in person) and the 1971 film Sweet Saviour.  The Friday/Saturday double feature is Mervyn Le Roy’s Gipsy (1962) with Sidney Pollack’s This Property is Condemned (1966), while Sunday and Monday is a Fabian double feature of Ride the Wild Surf  (1964) and Thunder Alley (1967), the latter co-starring Annette Funicello. This weekend’s KIDDEE MATINE continues the Love Bug series with Herbie Goes to Monte Carlo from 1977. Tarantino’s own Django Unchained is the Friday midnight movie with something called I Love You, Alice b. Toklas (1968), starring Peter Sellers (!), on Saturday at midnight. Monday’s matinee is the 1995 film The Basketball Diaries, starring a VERY young Leonardo DiCaprio. Tuesday night’s official GRINDHOUSE triple feature is Joe Namath’s CC & Company(1970), along with two Jack Starrett films, The Losers  from 1970 and Hollywood Man from 1976. I understand that many of the films being programmed are ones that had an influence on Tarantino’s upcoming film Once Upon a Time in ... Hollywood, which hits American theaters across the country next week.

FILM FORUM (NYC):

Not be outdone by the younger New York “upstart-house” theaters, Film Forum is kicking off a month-long Burt Lancaster seriesbeginning with a week-long 4k restoration of Robert Siodmak’s (1946) The Killers, starring Lancaster and Ava Gardner. The series will then continue with classics like the Sweet Smell of Success and From Here to Eternity starting Friday, July 26, so check back next week for more on this series. Mikhail Kalatozov’s The Cranes are Flying (1957) will end Thursday to make room for above.

EGYPTIAN THEATRE (LA):

On Wednesday, comedian Greg Proops screens the 1971 classic Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factoryas part of his “Greg Proops Film Club.” The “Highballs and Screwballs” series continues Thursday with Humphrey Bogart’s Key Largo  (1948) with The Palm Beach Story  (1942). On Friday, the Egyptian does a “Mikhail Kalatozov double feature” of The Cranes are Flying  (1957) and I Am Cuba  (1964), Saturday afternoon is the latest in the “Style of Sin: Pre-Code Film with Kimberly Truhler” series with two starring Kay Francis, Girls about Town (1931) and Jewel Robbery  (1933), both in 35mm, while Saturday night is a screening of Andrei Tarkovsky’s 1979 classic Stalker.

Just a reminder that the AERO is closed for the month of July for “repairs and upgrades” but will be back in August with its own entries in the “Highballs and Screwballs” series.

QUAD CINEMA (NYC):

I’m pretty excited about the second part of the Quad’s Fresh Meat: Giallo Restorations Part II, starting on Friday. I havent’ seen a single one of the movies but with titles like The Forbidden Photos of a Lady Above Suspicion, The Iguana with the Tongue of Fire and Strip Nude for Your Killer, I have to try to see some of these for sure.

FILM OF LINCOLN CENTER (NYC):

FilmLinc’s new summer series is This is Cinema Now: 21st Century Debuts, which is fairly self-explanatory but features fairly new films including Barry Jenkins’ Medicine for Melancholy, screening in a double feature with Damien Chazelle’s Guy and Madeline on a Park Bench, Andrew Bujalski’s Funny Ha Hawith Maren Ade’s The Forest for the Trees, Shane Caruth’s Primer with Richard Kelly’s Donnie Darko, and many more with many screening  twice but a lot only screening once. Some of them are playing as two-for-one double features and if I wasn’t dealing with Comic-Con stuff, I’d totally go see the Damien Chazelle/Barry Jenkins double feature on Saturday night.

BAM CINEMATEK (NYC):

On Friday, BAM begins a series called “Intimate Epics” which includes everything from Paul Thomas Anderson’s Magnolia  (1999) to Hu Bo’s very recent Elephant Sitting Still to Kurosawa’s classic Seven Samurai (1954). It runs through the weekend until Tuesday.

IFC CENTER (NYC)

On Friday, IFC Center will present a 60thAnniversary revival of Alfred Hitchcock’s classic North by Northwest in a new 4k restoration. Still no word on when it’s new series will begin but presumably soon.

MUSEUM OF THE MOVING IMAGE (NYC):

The Astoria arthouse begins a retrospective called “Barbara Hammer, Superdyke” on Friday, which runs through Sunday, July 28, honoring the late filmmaker with a number of shorts series under the titles “Mediated Sensuality,” “Ecstatic Subjectivity,” “Hall of Mirrors” and more. I really don’t know anything about her films but you can learn more at the link above.

ROXY CINEMA# (NYC)

Weds. and Sunday, the Roxy shows a 35mm print of the 1964 thriller Marnie, while on Thursday, there’s a very rare screening of Roman Polanski’s 1967 dark comedy The Fearless Vampire Killers.

LANDMARK THEATRES NUART  (LA):

Friday night’s midnight offering is Gaspar Noé’s Climaxfrom earlier in the year.. so not old enough to be considered “repertory,” huh?

Next week, it’s all about Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in… Hollywood! (Seeing it Monday and I’ll have a review next Tuesday.)

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100 Colorado Creatives 4.0: Erin K. Barnes

Writer, blogger, Burrito Fairy and synesthete Erin K. Barnes. Barnes as the Illegal Pete’s Burrito Fairy.

Westword: What (or who) is your creative muse?

Erin Barnes: I tend to shine in the zany, offbeat projects. I’ve applied to, and been rejected by, countless corporate copywriting gigs. But right now I’m doing social media for an indie horror film, the Colorado-produced Apartment 212, and boy, does it feel good to wake up in the morning and write, “Do you like your coffee with cream, sugar or a side of #HORROR?”

When I had children, it cracked me open (excuse the graphic metaphor) creatively, and I was almost plagued with creative ideas. I thought I needed to act on each one of them. So I wrote them all down in a blog, which no one read, but it fused them all together in my brain so that a novel came out. At the same time, my Uncle Paul Hamerly, who is this extraordinarily successful entrepreneur, became my life coach. He helped me arrive at the notion that I needed to write my own novel.

In terms of people, I’m incredibly inspired by my children — and not just because they’re my children. They are legit inspiring. My daughter is like a real life fairy, floating around the house in my dresses and jewelry and monologuing to herself about super dramatic storylines. Both of my children make up words, as many children do, and it’s really fun for a writer to watch. One example is my daughter’s very specific word “excombilated:” It means when everyone is disappointed and tired, yet everyone refuses to go to sleep. We experience excombilation often in our household.

Which three people, dead or alive, would you like to invite to your next party, and why?

I’m going to name three people, and they are so amazing that you’re going to instantly know why I chose them. They require no preface, nor explanation. And it’s for this reason that I would choose them to come to my purgatorial-realm dream party: because they are so cool that on a cellular level, you just get it.

NUMBER ONE: Bill Murray. NUMBER TWO: Beyoncé. NUMBER THREE: Vince Kadlubek, CEO and co-founder of Meow Wolf.

They are all alive; I had a Bill Murray sighting at SXSW, and I met Vince Kadlubek at one of his own parties and have e-mailed with him before. If I can just track down Beyoncé, I think I really have a shot at making this party happen!

Barnes with her family.

What’s the best thing about the local creative community in your field — and the worst?

It’s hard to answer questions about my field, because like many writers, I’ve used my craft to get into other creative industries (like music, art, fashion and film). Ever since I had to close down the Donnybrook Writing Academy, I don’t hang out with as many writer friends as I want to.

So I’ll speak to the hybrid meshing of creative industries I am acquainted with: I love seeing comedians and musicians hanging out with artists and writers. I love that we cross boundaries of medium, or just drink beers together, and I want to collaborate more. I’m currently talking to a local musician about creating a soundtrack for my novel.

The worst thing about the creative community, for me, is that I couldn’t find organized support while writing my novel. In the music industry, there are nonprofits, conferences for networking, rad places like the Music District, resources and just really nice, helpful people to meet with bands and help them with their careers. Each time I found a nonprofit for writers, they’d take months to answer a question, because there’s just not as much interest. And the arts grants I applied for usually ended up going to large-scale theater troupes.

Thankfully, there have been countless individuals who’ve helped me through the process, read and re-read my novel, even donated money to my Patreon and encouraged me along the way.

How about globally?

As usual, I can’t stick to one creative medium to answer this question (I have synesthesia, can you tell?). I am in awe of the music being created these days. My husband is an audiophile, so at my house, we’ve been listening to a lot of the new Björk, MorMor, Lana del Rey (my kids LOVE her), CC Dust, King Krule, and my latest unexpected obsession is Lorde, because she is also a synesthete. Listening to her song “Yellow Flicker Beat” actually makes me feel yellow, black and tingly.

Music just continues to get better and better. The sheer multitude of phenomenal music being produced on a daily basis is staggering. I can’t even fathom where we go from here. I can’t even fathom what my children will be listening to when they grow up, since they like Dirty Projectors at age two and five.

Television has gotten so much better. Do you remember the days when you would waste your time by watching something as dumb as Friends? Now you have shows like Wormwood, which are genre-defying: an intriguing true-crime story, but the reenactment, which is usually filled with faceless actors, is so trippy and well done and stars Pete Sarsgaard. All rolled together in a collage.

I think some of the best art is going to come out of this time period. America, and many other countries in the world, are in a state of political turmoil. Yet luckily, so far, we still have the freedom of expression. I can’t wait to look back when we are old, and Emma González is president, and just explore all the art that came out of this time period.

What made you turn to writing in the first place?

It was therapeutic; I always had diaries. But I’ve always felt like writing came more naturally to me than talking. When other people and shiny things are surrounding me, my words get lost on the way out of my mouth. It’s a lot of what’s in my novel. I’m not sure if that’s just an introvert thing, or a neurodivergent thing. But I feel happy when I’m writing. It’s never felt like a chore. I write like I’m painting. I never have a problem with self-criticism. I have very low expectations of myself, and so I always exceed them.

What’s your best or favorite accomplishment as a creative?

Besides my human creations (my kids), it’s definitely my novel, Tintabula. I wrote it mostly over last summer, when I was in the midst of grappling with all the bad feelings that go along with living in our country right now. I was living too intensely in the problems and the activism. I decided to treat myself: I spent a lot of time at the pool, and I wrote something that I personally needed as therapy. I love to get lost in different worlds when I read novels, and the coolest part about it was that I had that same feeling as I was writing one, but this time, I was lost in a world that I had created.

You’ve come this far in life. What’s still on your bucket list? Getting my novel published would be a great start. I just began working with an amazing and talented agent, Nat Kimber at the NYC agency The Rights Factory.

I have several other books I want to write, including children’s books. I have great ambitions for my novel, Tintabula, not because I feel like it’s so important that it needs to be in all different formats. It’s because of my synesthesia; I can see how it would fit across other mediums. It has a lot of fantastical imagery. For this reason, I would love to see it interpreted into a soundtrack; I’m currently writing proposals to make it into a Meow Wolf installation, but I’m not sure if that will happen; and someday, I want it to be a movie.

Denver, love it or leave it? What keeps you here — or makes you want to leave?

I was actually forced to move from Denver because of rising costs. While my friends were settling for corporate jobs — smartly, I might add — my husband and I always worked in creative jobs; we got stuck in the very millennial problem of never graduating from those internship-style “proving yourself” low-pay jobs. At a certain point, you’re like, “I’m over thirty, I’ve been proving myself for ten years. When can I get health insurance?” When my daughter was a baby, we moved to New Mexico for almost two years. I kind of resented Denver during that period, and I loved living in New Mexico. But we missed Denver so much, and finally moved back when my husband got a “grown-up” job.

I’ve always felt like the people here in Denver are as interesting and talented as in a city like New York, but we’re smaller and more insulated. I remember the days when we couldn’t walk five steps at the Underground Music Showcase without running into a friend who has ten amazing projects up their sleeve. We’re going through a lot of changes right now, and I can see everyone’s concern with Nu Denver. But I hope that if we can stay involved and speak up, we can try to have some say on what our future looks like.

Who is your favorite Colorado Creative?

Erin Roberts from Porlolo speaks to my soul. She’s so talented, a true-blue artist, and you get the feeling that she’s going to be making music when she’s ninety years old. As her bio says, one reason she makes music is to get out from under the burden of seriousness. That’s what I was attempting to do with my novel. She is fun, funny, badass and does it all with two children, to boot.

I recommend checking out her new video for “Wasting Time,” which just came out. It’s a great song, and nothing is more satisfying in a pop song than belting out “I was a foooool.” Nothing.

What’s on your agenda in the coming year?

My daughter is starting kindergarten, I’m hoping to publish my novel, I’ll continue loving my work for Illegal Pete’s and Grasslands, and there may be one or two more books in the pipeline.

Who do you think will (or should) get noticed in the local arts community in the coming year?

I’m interested to see what the displaced journalists from the Denver Post layoffs will get up to.

My brand of creative writing hasn’t always fit in at newspapers, so if anything, I’ve only written for A&E sections of the newspaper. I don’t have a ton of experience working with seasoned journalists. But now that I’m working at Grasslands, I’ve had the pleasure to work with journalists like Ricardo Baca, Aleta Labak and Polly Washburn from the Denver Post/Cannabist, as well as Emily Gray Brosious in Chicago. They are truly the best people to work with! So thoughtful, communicative and on top of their stuff.

In this of all eras, when we’re seeing the fallout of our political climate as a direct result of the fallout of journalism (fake news leading to a large portion of the population believing lies), we’re also seeing the Denver Post staff lose large portions of their staff in layoffs. It’s incredibly disappointing and scary.

I’d imagine that a lot of journalists, like the Grasslands staff, are coming over to the creative side, starting agencies of their own and using their writing and photography skills in new capacities. I look forward to seeing what they will bring to the table; I hope that they can continue starting their own websites and outlets and agencies. I hope we can also continue to have journalistic coverage, but whatever they choose, I hope that the community supports them in any way that they can.

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