#and while that is ridiculous i find myself repeating similar strokes to the off style and i feel a pit form inside of my chest and tummy.

[kiss-dumbbunnies]

still thinking about them :(

bonus gummy bear kipp and wolfs from memory

[maximumninjavoid]

Mining for Unobtanium

And here we are darlings, Part 22. I KNOW..... right?

what the butterscotch flavored f*ck?  18 + please adult themes, adult content and all that, if I missed a warning, you’ll let me know.

Un beta’d we die like crap you buy from Wish.

We arrived back at The Corinthia, and I was hoping against hope that the evening wasn't over, but, I hadn't planned it, so I didn't want to presume. "I suppose you'll need to go walk Kal. Not having thumbs, it isn't as though he can walk himself...." 

" Trying to shake me already, are you? "

" No, of course not! "

" Kal has a date too. Later we might compare notes. But he never tells" he said with a slightly tilted head and a smirk.

" Then I suppose I should invite you up? To see my etchings? "  

"Or your tattoos..." He helped me out of the car and walked me to my door. I opened it and he escorted me in and sat me down on the couch. He deftly moved the table out of his way and knelt to remove my shoes. Kneeling, in front of me, massaging my feet, I couldn't help but purr. His hands went up the backs of my calves, and then higher and I looked at him, arched an eyebrow, and he stopped. He lowered his head, and sighed. "I'm already making a mess of this." Again, I put my finger under his chin, lifted his face looked in those beautiful eyes, and placed a kiss on the end of his nose. " While I love seeing you at my feet, and I don't think you really know just how wet this gets me, you realize I know you're new. And while you are accustomed to being spectacular at everything the first time out, I do not have those expectations of you. Neither should you. Now I'm going to get a bit more comfortable, and in that time, take some deep breaths, relax, and don't panic. " I stood up and kissed the top of his head and ran my fingers through his hair. He followed my every move with his eyes. I took off the hat, gloves, dress , freshened up my lipstain, although I did want to see my lipstick all over his cock, reapplied a little scent and tossed a long silk robe on over the lingerie. He was still sitting on the floor. I say back down on the couch, crossed my legs and said " strip". He stood up. Good lord, that's a lot of man. The shoulders went on for days. I could see why they had to keep putting him on posters sideways. The shoes came off first. Smart boy. Then the jacket. He took off the cufflinks and rolled his sleeves up and I licked my lips and smiled. He caught that and I got fangs. The twinkle in his eye said he was enjoying this. Then he unbuttoned the vest, unfastened the watch chain, and started on the shirt buttons. I could begin to see * The Cowboy Beard*   that pelt of chest hair I could hardly wait to run my fingers through. As he disrobed, I spoke. "As you take off each article of clothing, take care and worries and responsibilities off with it. I'm a service Top, and here, you are safe. Here, in this space we have negotiated, you can just be. No expectations, no pressure, it is my pleasure to find that which you most desire, and gift it to you, on a silver platter. Shed all your stresses as you shed each article of clothing, my darling boy. And I call you darling boy not to demean you, but to show you that I will care for you, that I have you. Let go, and I will catch you. I will always catch you. I don't view you as a child, but as mine to care for, to cherish, to honor, to adore, and you have agreed to place yourself in my hands. That takes trust, which we are building, and if we continue, will grow. Anything you want, nothing you don't, and you have all the power in this relationship. I think you already know that but I just want to emphasize. All you have to do is decide you've had enough, and it stops. For the moment, for the evening, for a time period, or forever. No recriminations. If you say your caution word, we reassess, immediately. We will slow down, change implements, position, and work through whatever it is that caused you to use your caution word. Agreed? " He stood, bare, in front of me and nodded. "Come here darling one and rest your head in my lap. Let's finish tonight's conversation and then we can enjoy ourselves."  He moved with a grace I had not expected, and didn't seem self conscious at all. I imagine when you work that hard on your physique , you don't mind displaying it. He settled on the rug where the table had been, his feet tucked under him, one arm wrapped around my legs and his head in my lap. I resumed playing with his hair, carding my fingers slowly through the curls. "You also have a safe word, and that's the word that stops. No matter what, no matter where, full stop. And then, when you are ok, and whatever we need to do to get to ok, THEN, we will figure out what went pear shaped, but only when you're ready. Sometimes, we can open up boxes we didn't know were even there, and as I told you, I will catch you. You are safe, and while the Alpha male would struggle with it, I can and will protect you. " I could feel him nodding as I spoke. I saw a bit of tension release from those sculpted massive shoulders. I kept playing with his hair. " I would prefer if you got off your knees. If you stay in that position, when it comes time to get up, there will be pain, and not the nice kind. Do you want to stay on the floor with your head in my lap, or would you want to lay on the couch and stretch out with your head in my lap? " He raised his head and looked up at me, questions in his eyes. I smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you expecting Ilsa, she wolf of the SS? Culturally, I don't think I can do that, and the whole make you grovel thing, not my style. Unless I KNOW that's what you want. Having had my hands on your head up to my elbows in your grey matter, trust I know what you want. Now. Come stretch out on this couch and put your head back in my lap. I would hate to have to repeat myself again." He got up and repositioned himself on the sofa, with his head in my lap and both arms wrapped around me. I still had one hand aimlessly playing with his hair but with my other I could explore the planes and angles along the side of his frame. I lightly stroked his flesh, soothing, but titillating. At this perspective I had a much better view of the all of him, and very soon I was going to test his will. I could see he was already aroused, and the mathematical calculations other people had hinted at were dead on. Long AND thick. Just the way I prefer them. I was really going to have to work to fit all of that.....well, damn near anywhere. But, yes. That was a hill I was prepared to die on. "Penny for your thoughts, Henry...." " I'm not certain I was thinking. This is nice. I don't feel like I have to do or be anything, and that's unusual. Freeing, somehow. I'm not sure how you did that. Hypnosis? " " Power exchange. Not hypnosis. You gave me the control and now you can be free of it. I'll make the decisions and you will learn that I only have you at the center of it. If I keep you here on my lap much longer, you'll fall asleep. Which I don't have an issue with, because you could use the rest. But, if sleeping is what we're doing, we will both be horizontal, thank you. " I reached down and ran my index finger up his stiffening dick. " I believe that I should properly exhaust you, first. " He rolled into his back giving me an unobstructed view of his ridiculously defined chest, the EIGHT pack ( I swear to all I hold dear, I thought those only came in sixes) the iliac furrows, the happy trail leading down to his groin and this massive cock arching up at me as it and I were of a similar mind. "Up you go, darling boy, a change of venue is in order" . He got up, I followed suit and led him to the bedroom with my hand around his dick. " I would like very much for you to lay in the center of this bed, with your arms outstretched and slightly above you and your beautiful legs spread as well, please. Oh that's PERFECT. Now, don't move. No matter what. Don't move. I'm not going to restrain you, even though I could. You want this. You want to give me control. So, very simple, yes? Do. Not. Move. If you move, I will stop. And I will make you wait until I begin again, or, I may not begin again. What is it you're going to do, sweetheart? " " Not move" " PERFECT! " I took off my robe and stood there in my bra and suspender belt and stockings. I climbed up on the bed and straddled him. I was certain he could feel the slick from my cunt on his abdomen as I leaned down and licked his chest. I ran my tongue over his pectoral, swirled it over his nipple and caught it between my teeth. He hissed and I saw him tense up. I laid my head on his chest and muzzled my face in his chest hair and slid my core up and down his torso. Every muscle was straining. I crawled up this magnificent man and kissed his cheeks, his chin, his neck, bit him where his neck meets his shoulder....it almost sounded like he purred. " You're doing very well. I'm very pleased. I believe i shall show you how pleased. Good behavior always gets rewarded" and I moved down his body dragging my torso down the length of him slowly, kissing and licking as I went until I was between his legs, face to face with The Kraken as it were. I licked up from the base, slowly, and twirled my tongue around the head, the taste of his pre cum intoxicating especially when combined with his scent, that musk. I felt those thick thighs clench, turn to iron , knew the toes were curling as I took more of his throbbing tumescence in my warm wet mouth. I licked my way back up his cock and it came free from my hollowed cheeks with an audible pop. " Not one word? My skills must be dwindling as I age. I apologize for disappointing you, dearest. I said don't move. I did not say don't speak. I'm certain I did not tell you to stay silent. Perhaps I don't entice you. " I removed one sheer stocking and wrapping it around my hand began to jerk him off with it. THAT got a response. He began moaning and twisting his hips a bit to meet more of the contact. " Ah ah ah I did tell you not to move. Use your words, darling. You're usually SO articulate. Cat got your tongue? " I stopped stroking his magnificent cock. I'm not certain which of us was more disappointed. I waited. Time seemed to stop. It was only a few minutes but I’m certain he thought it was much longer. “ I told you, if you moved, I would stop. And I might not start again.”  His pupils were enormous, nostrils flared. I booped his nose. "God you're even more gorgeous when you're furious. This is going to be fun! " He swallowed hard. I watched his Adams Apple rise and fall. Through clenched teeth he said "please.. I need....." I kissed him hard like he was used to kissing others, probably not the way he had been kissed and he moaned into my mouth. I took that opportunity to plunder his mouth with my tongue, biting his full lower lip. I reached back not breaking the kiss and began stroking his cock, using his pre cum as lubricant. " ohhhhhhhhh God" " yes, that's it. Tell me more..... " and I resumed licking and kissing my way down his neck, shoulder, nipping, kissing licking, biting. "I'm going mad. I want to move, but I don't want you to stop. This is .... Its....I'm....ahhh damn...." " And I shall tie you up. But not today. So many things to explore while we are together. You're doing quite well. I'm very pleased. Very pleased. " " Mmmm yes, I want that.. Oh that oh! Feels so good, so incredible, I dont... I dont..... " I took the stocking and fashioned it around his balls and the base of his thick shaft rather like a nylon cockring and licked and kissed and nibbled on his thighs, the inside of his knees and sucked on his toes before working my way back up again. He had gone pre-verbal and was moaning and grunting and trying to contain himself, I imagined. I got on the bed and straddled him, leaned over him and kissed him lightly , looking into his eyes. I slowly lowered myself into his throbbing cock so that just the very tip was at the entrance to my womanhood. I knew he could feel the wetness and the heat. My hand on either side of his face I called his name. "Henry. Darling. You've been just so good, I have a surprise for you". His eyes me mine and he nodded. In one swift descent, I took him all to the hilt and squeezed my internal muscles all the way down. I believe he screamed. But not in a bad way. I rose so that I was again just gripping the tip and descended slower this time milking his cock with my pussy inch by inch all the way down. "To quote a movie with you weren't in.....I can do this all day.  But just think, when you get to be on top,won't it be nice to know that you go as hard as you can, and I . Will.  Not. Break. When was the last time you could REALLY GO BALLS TO THE WALLS . And not worry about page  six?" He stared at me, eyes blazing, muscles straining, but, to his credit, he didn't move. "Choices, darling. How would you.like for this episode to end? Would you... ..Oh like to be released from  staying still and finish this the way you thought  this night's would be? Or, how about if I let you move ......hmmm....your hips?"  I leaned forward and brushed my breasts across his lips. With my hands on either side of his head I could leverage my core up and down his girth, slowly. "Use your words pumpkin". " Ohhhhhhhhh gaahhhh  I ... Don’t...... I .... Ohhhh" " But of course, I live to serve" and I started to increase my pace, rolling my hips as I slid up and down his cock, my walls gripping him, milking him, and I could feel my orgasm building. Sitting up straight it felt like he was halfway through my ribcage; I cannot recall a time I felt that stuffed. I reached back and toyed with his balls, grinding down on his length. "You've been amazingly cooperative, and I'm very impressed, darling. On the count of three, I'm going to unite this stocking cock ring, and you have complete freedom of movement. Kiss me, grab me, flip me on my back, fuck me through the mattress if you like..... You have more than earned it. But, this orgasm may take the top of your head with it. One, ...... Two.......... Three! His arms came up around me and pulled me into a fierce kiss while he did something with his legs and torso and now I was under him. " I really want to taste you, but.... I can't, now, I , my GOD, woman, you unmake me! " And he put one of my legs up over his hip my heel on his shoulder and slams into me, wet sticky sounds, soloist noises, flesh hitting flesh, my fingers probably bruising his ass, I know there are half moon marks on his shoulder . My thighs part wider to accommodate him and I know I’m going to be sorry not sorry for egging him on.

 I can feel my release uncoiling and he’s thrusting deeper, faster, like he really IS trying to fuck me into the mattress. “ Oh God... I’m Going... “

 “Yes that’s it , Give me that!” I feel him explode inside me, ropes of cum filling my insides and he practically collapses on top of me. Rather like a human weighted blanket, but heavier, but it’s lovely, and sweaty. He’s trying to catch his breath and mutters “ Ive never, .... that was .... wow”

“I did tell you the top of your head was going to come off” 

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Daddy Dan Lauria…..

Featuring Dan Lauria

In 2000, I begrudgingly accepted a job at the Starbucks on the corner of Sunset and La Brea. But I was happy to have a job after dropping out of my graduate acting program to actually pursue my dream of acting. Aside from the scores of homeless people who were repeat “customers,” we got a few celebs. One night, Linda Evangelista. Another morning, some guy from Days of our Lives. And almost every day, Dan Lauria, who would always get a cup of decaf.

I’ve always had a soft spot for him from the The Wonder Years. Each day Dan and I would exchange a shy smile as he paid. It really was my first brush with anyone who was a celebrity and to see him in his everyday life was thrilling for me. It got better. I joined the Hollywood YMCA and one guess as to who was a member there. YES! Dan Lauria. We would exchange shy smiles but I was never sure if he recognized me when I wasn’t covered in coffee stains and yelling about Grande Lattes.

Back to the Hollywood Y, circa 2002: I did some mild workout involving machines I don’t know how to use and decide to get into the hot tub. I scoot to the end and relax in the warm water with some old people talking about being old. A burly man gets in the hot tub and starts walking hot tub-style towards the end where I am. Something happens. I don’t know if the fat lady in the floral one-piece blocking the stairs trips him or if he is trying to avoid the skeletal 95-year old gent who tried to bring his cane in, but suddenly…wait, not suddenly, it was slow motion because he was in water, this man falls on me. I come face to chest hair with…..Dan Lauria. We smile shyly at one another. He mumbles something about being sorry. I mumble something like it's OK.

After a few awkward stares, I decided I had enough soaking and head for the showers. A few minutes later, I was finishing drying off in front of my locker when Dan surprisingly entered. The locker room was empty as he went to the locker three doors down from me. By this time I was just about to put on my clothes and Dan was just starting to pull off his trunks. This put my face about 3 feet away from a nice looking cock and a pair of hanging balls that looked to be a good size. His cock was soft and around 4 inches long so I figured it was a nice size hard. I had to be careful thinking like that as I could feel myself start to chub up a little.

“Sorry again for the hot tub.” Dan said, his voice breaking me out of the trance I was in, and after my head jerked up to meet his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen.” I said as I stood up and give him a good view of my junk.

I saw Dan’s eyes go down to my cock and stay there for several seconds before looking back at me and smiling. He didn’t seem shy at all as we continued to talk and he wasn’t in any hurry to get his clothes on. While I found the hair on his chest compelling, my eyes were drawn down to what was swinging lazily between his thighs. Not overly thick except at the base, but the length; easily more than 4" completely flaccid and was breathtaking.

“You know...” Dan said, his voice breaking me out of the trance I was in, and after my head jerked up to meet his eyes he continued. “You should do something about that.”

What he was commenting on was the condition my dick was in, because I was as hard as I could remember being and he correctly reasoned that I had an erection because of staring at his cock.

"Well, maybe you can help me out with that."

"I guess it's the least I can do." He said as he move closer to me, calmly reached down and grabbed both our cocks in his hand. It would have been a sight if anyone had entered with Dan holding both of our cocks and rubbing the tender tips together, but when I felt my dripping dick press against his I forgot about that altogether.

"How about we get out of here?” Dan said, letting go of our cocks and reaching around me to grab my ass and pulling me close. And while I wasn’t expecting the kiss he gave me I didn’t fight it and when he slipped his tongue in my mouth I dueled with it while our erections performed a similar ballet down below. With that, we threw our clothes on, made it to my apartment as fast as we could.

It took me a ridiculous amount of time to get the key in the lock but after I managed to get it open to allow us inside, Dan closed the door behind us and pushed me gently against it and kissed me again. We both were fumbling with our belts and fasteners. Dan's pants and underwear was first to hit the floor as I quickly dropped to my knees.

As I stopped for a moment to admirer his cock again before I grabbed his nuts and started stroking them at first. Then I cupped them in my palm and rolled them around as his cock began to grow. Soon it was pointing in my face, at a full 8". I stuck out my tongue and flicked the head of his cock before my tongue slid down the side and back up again. I was licking him with vigor as I felt my cock flutter uncomfortably in my jeans. So I reached down and unzipped them, allowing my dick to fall out. With that taken care of for the moment, I grabbed the base of his cock, wrapped my lips around it and swallowed half of his dick.

It had been months since I had been with anyone and I was excited to be sucking off Dan Lauria of all people. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the smell of his crotch and the wet sounds of my lips sucking his erect shaft. The sensation of that cock sliding almost out of my mouth then, back in till it touched the back of my throat was incredible.

“It’s been awhile since I had my cock sucked.” He told me as he watched me working on his cock.

“Damn you’re good.” He added as I forced myself to deep throat even more of his thick dick.

All of a sudden, Dan grabbed my head and began fucking my face. His hips moved slightly at first as I continued sucking on his cock, but as Dan moaned his approval as his hips sped up. I could feel myself about to gag, but this was a once in a life time opportunity. I was blowing Dan Lauria. So I fought to keep from chocking and I let him shove his big dick deeper and deeper down my throat. I couldn’t hold his entire dick in my throat for very long, but Lauria didn’t seem to mind when I pulled my head back and again started working on just the head of his dick. In fact he let go of my head, placed his hands on his hips and just stared down at me as I sucked him expertly. He was a  good looking man and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to milk him.

“You are going to make me cum if you keep doing that.” Dan warned.

I wanted his load so I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft as his nuts bounced invitingly against my chin. I reached up and tugged at his nuts again. They were now sweaty as my fingers curled around them and he moaned with satisfaction. By now I was sucking his cock wildly, giving him fast and strong suction around his beautiful thick shaft. I was in heaven as I felt Dan thrusting his hips into my mouth to make me his personal fuck.

“I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.” The old man called out excitedly as he fucked my mouth faster and faster. “Get ready. I’m going to unload! Damn! Here it comes!”

Dan pulled his dick out of my mouth, let go of my head and wrapped his hand around his wet cock, stroking generously. Then I received his first shot of cum on my face from his squirting dick. After his load of cum was dripping down my chin when he stepped back, squeezing the last bit of cum from his cock. Dan was looking down at me and smiling as he quickly put his cock in his pants and zipping it up.

“That felt mighty good.” He told me as I quickly wiped the cum off my face as I got to my feet and started jacking my cock as fast as I could.

Suddenly Dan got down on his knees and pushed my hand away. Then he slid his tongue up the underside of my shaft and wrapped it around the head, sucking vigorously. Fuck! Who would have thought that Dan Lauria could suck a cock I thought as he swallowed more and more of my cock, deeper into his hungry mouth. After a few minutes of this, I was finding it hard to hold back as he bobbed up and down my prick. I grabbed his head firmly in my hands pounded my cock into his mouth. I felt myself tense up and with one final thrust, my crotch was pressed against his face as my cock exploded deep down his throat. Surprisingly, Dan swallowed most of it, but some dribbled down his chin. My cock slid in and out of his wanting mouth as I finish my orgasm. As he pulled away, I noticed a few drops of cum spilling out of his mouth before he wiped it away which put a smile on my face.

“Maybe we could do this again sometime?” I asked as I helped him to his feet.

“Well… maybe.” He said and winked.

[old1ddude]

Living With Pink

Since @seasurfacefullofclouds did a lovely review on ‘Harry Styles’ (post) after living with it for more than a year - I felt inspired to write up my own observations and opinions.  

For the sake of brevity and the fact that it seems to irritate certain haters - I will refer to Harry’s album as “PINK” throughout.

Melody!  There are ten good, fully developed melodies in an era where a four note hook combined with a bass loop is thought to constitute a song.  Really, there are more than ten, Sign of the Times has three distinct melodies, seamlessly woven together.  (On an intellectual level, I understand that some people don’t think melody is the most important element of music.  On a gut level, I just don’t get it.  Melody is it for me.)  I’ve listened to PINK straight through hundreds of times.  The  beauty and quality present in every song, nearly every moment never fails to impress.  I’ve never really been an album guy, because, even among my favorite artists, at least half of the songs seem there just to take up space.  (I used to make mix tapes, back in the day.)  With PINK, I feel that every song has real merit and is fully worthy of it’s place.    Harry’s voice (which I have always really loved - even X-Factor era) and vocal technique have reached a superlative level.  I think Harry is at absolutely peak performance, and it’s a beautiful thing to behold.  The instrumentation and arrangements are breathtaking.  Even the angry Kiwi has deep beauty and avoids shrill, unpleasant sounds, often found in hard rock.  For those who are willing to look below the surface, PINK’s honesty, vulnerability and frankness are noteworthy.  I feel that Harry is speaking directly to me and the album is providing a window into his soul - into his humanity.  PINK grapples with internal conflicts omnipresent in the human condition, good and evil, love and hate, selfishness and sacrifice.  I am very confident that PINK will sound just as good 20, or 30 years from now - it won’t ever become stale, or sound dated.  Some wished for a more cohesive album, but for me, the variety makes it really hard to grow bored of PINK.  I was infatuated with the album from the start.  As time goes on, my love for it only deepens.

This ended up getting pretty long - track by track under the cut.

Meet Me in the Hallway was a bit dreary to me at first.  Now I find myself absorbed in it.  The aching and longing, the vulnerability, the pain - it all feels so close, honest and real.  The repetition of  “gotta get better” is slightly irritating to my ear - for that reason, I will occasionally skip the track.  I do wonder, however, if that irritation was intentional - meant to provoke some unease in the listener.  The guitar part on this song is achingly beautiful, as is Harry’s voice.

Sign of the Times is a masterpiece by any measure.  Sea pointed out how difficult it is to sing this song in a way to do it any justice.  Precious few artists could pull it off.  Every time I hear it, the song transports me - it lifts me out of myself.  The rich, full sound and deft combination of three distinct melodies is no small feat.  Guitar slides, strings, gospel choirs - it could so easily be overblown, or too grandiose, but it strike the perfect balance.  The song moves at a stately sixty beats per minute.  I would imagine this is very close to Harry’s resting heart rate.  There is nothing rushed - every moment is given it’s full due.  Also, I am of the old fashioned belief that art should be beautiful.  Every second of SotT is achingly beautiful and I love it.

Carolina is great fun and incredibly clever.  May artists try to be “edgy,” or “cool” by referencing drugs.  Carolina recreates in music what I imagine it would feel like to be high on coke.  (I’ve been around people who were jacked up before.)  The manic “la la la la la la la la’s,” the fuzzy sensation, “she feels so good!”  If you listen carefully, Harry sings it as if he is in a slight haze - king of nuance, as always.  The metaphor is nothing short of brilliant - “get’s into parties without invitation” -  “she feels so good.”  Layers of sound, particularly on the second verse, are extraordinary.  This song gives you the same kind of sugar rush a hit pop song can deliver, but backs it up with plenty of vitamins and protein, so you don’t get that “sugar low” and grow tired of it.  

Two Ghosts has some of the most compelling word images - “Fridge light washes this room white,” for one.  It’s a deceptively simple, easy to sing song, but a lot of artist would turn out a boring rendition.  The album version is lovely, but the performance he did, just Harry and his guitar, was breathtaking.  Once again, we have deep vulnerability and profound honesty.  I do wish he had done the vocal “ooo’s” on the album version.  We’ve all seen how hyper aware Harry is of his surroundings.  He stared right at the camera trying to snag a sneaky snap.  He spots people, way up in the nosebleed seats, trying to leave early and gently chastises them.  He’s too finely tuned of an instrument to handle fireworks easily.  I believe he is much more aware of all his senses than the average person.  Touch, taste, sight, sound - he sculpts and paints with his music.

Sweet Creature is a song I will often skip back and repeat as once through just isn’t enough.  It’s not a sugary, or fairy tale version of love, but honest, vulnerable, real.  “Runnin through the garden, oh when nothing bothered us,” paints such a beautiful picture.  “Sweet Creature” is such and odd phrase and yet conveys such warmth and deep connection for Louis another person.  Harry’s voice brings an incredible warmth to this song - a warmth utterly unique to his quite distinctive voice.  Again, it takes great artistry to impart such feeling on a relatively simple song, like this.  The guitar part is certainly inspired by the Beatles’ Blackbird, but any similarity ends there, in my opinion.  For my ear, Sweet Creature is a better song - it moves me in a way Blackbird never could.

Only Angel sets up a beautiful dichotomy.  The angelic, SotT inspired, into and outro envelop the hard rock interior.  The contrast intentionally reinforces the song’s story.  Harry’s voice doesn’t quite have the anger, or hardness one might expect at on a first listen - the warmth in his voice was very intentional.  The angel (which is Harry himself) is also a devil between the sheets.  Mother (authority figure) doesn’t approve of how the angel presents “herself.”  Harry loves attention and the stage, but hates fame.  He’s good and kind, but also has a dirty side.  (I could go on and on, but I’ve  written on my OA interpretation extensively, ages ago.)  A plus for using a flawed angel as a metaphor for himself - brilliant.  The melody is catchy as hell - it’s a “bop” and great fun to hear, but there’s so much meat it’s almost ridiculous.  The sound is rich and beautiful throughout and I love that he brings back the angelic sound to close it out.

Kiwi has so little movement in the melody, yet it works beautifully - somehow, it’s still a great melody and hard to get out of your head.  The instrumentation is angry and hard, yet rich, full and pleasant to the ear.  Harry’s voice has just the right amount of anger and derision.  “She” is Simon Cowell.  She tempts the boys with fame and fortune, but she’s hollow inside.  It’s an angry song, but it feels so good, joyful even, to hear it.  Harry’s stage performance reveals how cathartic it is to finally tell Simon what he thinks of him - in front of a massive audience.  I love Kiwi so much, I’ve made the most raucous chorus into a ringtone on my phone.  “Oh I think she said, “I’m having your baby” [heyyyy] “it’s none of your business” [hoooo......]  Harry has such a great, raspy rock voice - it really isn’t fair.

Ever Since New York sounds like some combination of Bruce Springsteen and the Statler Brothers.  The accompaniment is beautiful and rich with a really great, solid melody.  Harry’s vocalization suggests someone who is TIRED and DONE with the situation.  “Tell me something, tell me something new.  Don’t know nothing, just pretend you do...” is sung as a plea - a plea devoid of any hope of being answered.  Harry is vulnerable, broken and through putting up a front, or playing games.

Woman has been compared to Elton John’s Bennie and the Jets a lot - way too much, in my opinion.  There are similarities in the structure of the song, but Woman has a completely different sound.  I like a lot of John’s music, but when he sings “B-B-B-Bennie” he squeaks like a rusty hinge.  Harry sings “W-W-W-Woman” in a different key and melody (and with a deep, pleasant vocal.)  “Selfish I know...”  It’s one of the best jealousy songs I’ve ever heard.  He knows he’s selfish - knows it’s wrong, but can’t help his feelings.  I love Harry’s unflinching look at the darker side of human nature and wholly realistic view of his own failings.  Woman has a very good melody and those little “la-la la-la la-la la-la’s” give it just the zest in needs.

From the Dining Table might just be too honest.  While the artistry was immediately apparent, I was a little slow to warm up to this song, because it’s a bit depressing.  He sings about masturbating as a distraction to his pain and loneliness (and some said the album wasn’t honest enough!)  This song is pure vulnerability.  It’s arranged with such simplicity and great restraint.  (Harry understands the beauty of restraint, you can hear it in If I Could Fly.)  This is another song which must be sung with great artistry, to prevent it being dull.  The addition of strings and lovely female harmonies (”maybe one day you’ll call me...”) is a master stroke.  I am perplexed as to why he didn’t have Sarah and Clair sing the harmonies on tour.  Beautiful, beautiful song, but it is still a bit depressing - as it was meant to be.  Harry loves angst and drama.

Speaking of restraint, Harry has a habit of doing just enough, but never too much (nuance again.)  He changes vocal inflection and flavor with ease, but never adds gratuitous vocal embellishment.  Harry is quite capable of singing runs and all sorts of vocal gymnastics, but chooses a simple, restrained beauty.  (Sometimes, less is more.)  He maintains this restrained discipline in the accompaniment, as well.  PINK is a rock album, but also so much more.  In ten, or twenty years it will still sound fresh - and I think more people will realize what a masterpiece it truly is.