#banjo-needs-a-daddy

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Sorry if i scared you

Mae Murray: Submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i all this the tale of the girl who gets possessed by her sentient abortion Murray: but don't worry, this abortion just wants to have fun Murray: abortions just wanna Murray: they just wanna Murray: abortions just wanna have fun

Murray: so this story is about odie Dean Koontz: :) Murray: who is NOT the dog from Garfield Koontz: :(

Murray: odie has an abortion but it doesn't really take Murray: instead it possesses her body Murray: and makes her dance Murray: and kill her rapist Mary Shelley: haha yes… YES! Murray: and also some shitty cops George Romero: haha yes… YES! Romero: ACAB, baby!

Murray: as a real southern queer, odie goes to the big queer club in Little Rock Murray: she looks around at all the real southern queers, real salt of the earth folks, not like those fancy pants snob queers you get up in New England King: hey! King: now hold on a gosh darn second here!

Murray: as a southern queer, odie thinks about how much pride she has as a southern queer but also as a member of the southern queer community Murray: as a southern queer, you gotta express your pride

King: gosh mae there's some pretty unbelievable stuff happening in this story! Murray: you don't believe a woman could be possessed by a sentient space abortion that leads her to kill her rapist? King: no i mean King: i didn't know there were queers in the south Murray: Murray: you've never been lower than new Hampshire have you? King: whoa i don't go to new Hampshire! King: i heard there's dragons there

King: but actually i was referring to this bit where armadillos eat a corpse King: i mean, come on, really? King: i just don't buy it

King: I've seen armadillos and, goshdarnit, those little guys are just too cute to be corpse eaters Barker: what about the possum? you don't object to the possum? King: oh a possum would 100% eat a corpse

Barker: but it's equally cute King: it most certainly is not King: have you ever even seen a possum clive? King: awful animals Koontz: i think all animals are good Barker: hey that's real nice dean

Murray: what do any of you even know about armadillos? Murray: you're all a bunch of high falutin' yankees Murray: as a real southern queer of the real south Murray: i know armadillos

Murray: i'm real southern pride! Murray: i eat the cheese dip trail and shit E. Fay Jones's Thorncrown Chapel in Eureka Springs!! My daddy was the deliverance banjo boy and my mama was a big pot of okra!! Barker: how mushy was that okra? Murray: SO MUSHY!

Murray: after having completed everything it needed to do, the sentient abortion says "i have to go now. my planet needs me" Murray: that's right, it was from space the whole time! Poe: that raises a lot of questions Murray: we're not gonna talk about that

Murray: anyway, who's up for a real southern treat? Murray: i brought you all some deep fried chicken innards! Poe: King: Barker: Koontz: Lovecraft:

King: when you say innards, you mean meat right? Murray: um well Murray: it's technically "meat" in that it was part of an animal

Murray: you know those parts that you usually don't eat, on account of them being too disgusting? Murray: you know, the parts generally considered unfit for human consumption? Murray: that you might feed to a dog that you don't particularly like? Poe: King: Barker: Koontz: Lovecraft:

Mary Shelley: sup fuckers? Shelley: i hear you got the forbidden meat? King: mary no! Shelley: i'm not scared of no meat, i'll give it a- Shelley: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT Murray: deep fried bladder Shelley: ewwwww Shelley: you deep fry it????

Shelley: that's disgusting, that is Shelley: where i come from Shelley: you don't deep fry that shit Shelley: you put it in a pie

Murray: oh i got a pie for you Murray: real heads know

[amusingmusie]

I love evie so much she's so super silly and it's so fun learning about other people's OCs/worlds. Yours Truly is so wonderfully written and thought out!!! I'm sorry that these recent chapters have taken so much out of you, and I hope that you are getting plenty of rest/water/food! (also no pressure to answer any questions that you don't want to)

in the world's worst dad post you mentioned that Evie and Al's relationship is... tense, so I was wondering what she calls him. Dad? Father? Papa? or does she drop all formalities and hit him with "pain in my ass" or "deadbeat"? ...does she break out his full legal name?

And how do Al and Nel respond? Did they ever try to instill parental respect ("don't call your father/me that"), or have they given up? Is this a battle that Al is fighting alone?

What constitutes behaving for Nel's sake? Are we talking "mom's really upset right now so temporary truce" or "some guy insulted your mother, grab the crowbars".

Does Evie speak with a southern or transatlantic accent in this AU? A weird amalgamation of the two?

Hi this ask has put me in BRAIN WORMS MODE to the point I'm about to blow some money getting a comm of older Evie with Roxanne >:)

In the au where Alastor is alive during Evie's life, she calls him "Pop" most of the time because Alastor doesn't like it. If she actually needs something or shows a rare moment of vulnerability, it's "daddy :(". When's mad? It's "unfortunate sperm donor" or "that man in my house". For the more 'canon' timeline where he's dead, she has no idea about Alastor because Nel won't tell her shit, so she goes to find out for herself. She only calls him "Alastor" then.

Nel kind of bothers with making sure that Evie at least doesn't act completely disrespectful to Alastor, but honestly? She knows how Evie is. As long as she's not skinning Al in his sleep, then it's good enough. Alastor just responds to Evie's passive aggressive jabs with his own. They do not act like father/daughter unless something awful happens, and even then, they go back to annoying each other after the trauma has settled.

If Nel is ever disrespected, both Evie and Al go a bit ballistic. 100% it's "you dig the hole and I'll drag the body" cuz they know what the other is. Alastor believes he is the only person deserving of terrorizing his ginger, and Evie just adores her mother and will disembowel anyone who comes for her. On the daily, they make good and eat dinner together every night for her sake and don't kill each other for similar reasons. If Nel wasn't in the picture, I don't think they'd associate much unless the other was in trouble.

Evie speaks in a very typical generic American accent unless she's angry. Then it's all deep southern banjo music flying out of her mouth!

Thank you for asking after my gremlin child! I know you sent another ask so I will answer it next :))

[hazbinhotelexpansion]

Oh I was BORN to answer your request, prepare for all of my random discord quotes

Are you climbing the inside of the elevator??? ..........maybe

"I want them Zoloft boys"

"ok I think the phone has been in the microwave long enough"

She could run a kingdom, people would listen to her, she's very loud!

I'll sop your wet! ... I'll wet your sop? No, neither of those sound right, joke canceled, goodbye

You know me I love dead people

You want me to go straight to bed? Why not gay to bed???

"this tastes like battery acid, but if battery acid was tasty"

Gusty showers sounds like a terrible name for a retirement community

What happens if you have nipple pasties that just look like nipples? "Then you need nipple pasties for your nipple pasties" Nipple-pasty-ception "Get a bra that looks like boobs and put nipple pasties on that"

Yeah I'm like canonically allergic to chihuahuas in specific

"Jesus told a tree to off itself and then he threw a table"

"am I a Honda or a person?"

"NOW GIVE ME YOUR FACE AND DONT ASK QUESTIONS"

Gasp! Someone cheesed him!

WHY WOULD YOU MAKE MY LITTLE BOY INTO LEMONADE

"using my telekinesis to lift my daughter out of her crib just in time for her father to see her levitating randomly"

"why are we talking about bacon now I thought we were talking about your daddy issues"

I do not have a gender, I have a question

oh pants stopped happening like 30 minutes ago

just calling me Charizard is unhelpful team

I AM THE PICASSO OF MEMES

Ope there goes angel climbing into the China closet again

EVIL JELLO MY NEW GENDER

"I have a *weird* problem, are you ready to hear about my *weird* problem" "always" "my brownies are too oily"

"Before I can own a pigeon, I need to get my bird permit" Your..... Birdmit

It doesn't have to be a bunch of sad white women drinking wine sitting in a rented conference room with a bunch of tables all done up in tablecloths with droopy streamers and half floating balloons

he can be a soft boi *and* a crackhead!!!

"they're Jean shoes" YOU GOT THE FUCKIN JHOES???

Please refrain from happy biting the cannibal

WOOHOO KEVIN GOT BOOPS

Two pigeons, chilling on the sidewalk, five feet apart cause they're not gay

"you're watching a weiner schnitzel be made? Isn't that a dog?"

"she wouldn't hit a cows arse with a banjo"

About husk: probably grumpy enough to overpower catnip by the sheer force of cynicism

About niffty being drunk: she's a spastic caffeinated squirrel in traffic that's just taken a nice long inhale of, uh, snow

no actually I think you're right! I like my impulsive, self destructive behaviors

don't turn yourself into one of those cooked children in the backseat you're always hearing about, Pls don't cook yourself over your trauma

YEAH WE HAVE CHILD LABOR ON THIS BUS!

Mickey mouse voice: you can't spell drunk driving without U and I!

He has the mcdonald's headset of infinite wisdom

*angrily* IM GONNA TURN YOU INTO TREE FOOD

Sudden vox in my head: and now introducing, this.... Fuckin thing..... *gestures to cursed cat alastor on a small runway behind him*

HOPE THESE HELP YOU GUYS IM LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING THE NEW CONTENT!

Friend, I am

CRYING

[thegreatimpersonator]

re re-listening to ttpd: Last night I only listened to my parred down ttpd playlist, and I actually dislike a lot of the songs even more than I did last year. Like the complete lack of empathy and extreme self-pity really jumps out. I think at first I found something interesting in that? But now it's just unpleasant to listen to. The title track is the most frustrating because I do actually really like the production, and the chorus has so much potential, but the rest of the song is either drenched in self-pity or unforgivably cringey.

I'm listening to the proper album now (for the first time since like, last April) and I think I'm more forgiving of the more synth heavy songs (like fortnight, down bad, guilty as sin) just because I'm in a better frame of mind for them, but my god, But Daddy I Love Him really needed a guitar. A fiddle. A banjo even. It wants so badly to be a country song what were they even thinking (I would hate the lyrics anyway but you get what I mean)

oooo interesting. the lack of empathy for others in the songs paired with her wanting everyone to feel bad for her is truly peak hypocrisy to me and is like, the main takeaway from the album for me lol. like what do you mean you're depressed but are angry at someone else for having depression, what do you mean you're mocking addicts, etc etc. and then with the few songs where that hypocrisy isnt screaming at you and you can actually enjoy the songs on their own, certain parts have great potential. this made me realize there are very few songs on the entire album that are entirely good- most just have good parts....

[cowboyhatesithere]

My F-1 Trillion thoughts

TLDR: The slow songs are better, I love Dolly, and most of these did not need to be features

Wrong Ones (Tim McGraw): VERY stadium country. Not totally my thing but I respect it. If this is setting the stage for the rest, I hope the features deliver.

Finer Things (Hank Williams Jr.): Oh. Definitely not my thing. Sounds like a Florida Georgia Line song. That’s not a good thing. Could’ve been a lot better with a more toned-down acoustic production style. I guess this is the pseudo-title track for the album? I like the album title on it’s own but I hope this song isn’t representative of the whole thing.

I had some help (Morgan Wallen): I’ve heard this one before, and yeah, I really don’t like Morgan Wallen. If it hadn’t been a feature, I think I could at least accept this a fun catchy pop-country song. But I really don’t think Posty needed the “help” on this one.

Pour Me a Drink (Blake Shelton): Post’s voice works so well for a country song, I just don’t understand why there’s so many unnecessary features on this album. This could’ve been a solo song is a statement that applies to most all of these. That said, lyrically, it’s a fun blue collar anthem. . . being sung by a The Voice judge. It’s just hard to take Blake Shelton seriously when we tries to do these blue collar anthems, and feels appropriating

Have the Heart (Dolly Parton): DOLLY CAN DO NO WRONG. THIS is a well used feature. Very rhinestone cowboy reminiscent. This is Taylor Swift’s cowboy like me without the criminal activity and with a much more hopeful sound.

What Don’t Belong To Me: FINALLY. A solo track. Post sounds great on these more personal ballad style songs. A great catchy ear worm chorus is a staple of his, and this is that! There’s no mistaking this for a Post Malone song, even with a genre change-up. I like the true to form songwriting style.

Goes without Saying (Brad Paisley): This is a pop song with a banjo. This is gonna be on country radios for a long time, isn’t it? The new unavoidable Brad Paisley song I guess. Not terrible or anything, just okay.

Guy for That (Luke Combs): THIS DIDN’T NEED TO BE A FEATURE!!! More stadium country okayishness.

Nosedive (Lainey Wilson): It sounds good when Post slows down!! The more emotional ballads of this album are the best parts. I can see this being used in a blockbuster romance movie soundtrack based off a Nicholas Sparks book.

Losers (Jelly Roll): 10 years ago this would’ve been used in a Disney movie about middle school bullying. In 2024, teenagers are going to bully sing this AT the losers sitting in the back of football bleachers.

Devil I’ve Been (Ernest): She fixed him! (Really she did!) Unfortunately his friends are still demons.

Never Love You Again (Sierra Ferrell): Slow songs are great!! Do this more!! The slow bass line works great here.

Missin’ You Like This (Luke Combs): Luke Combs again? Really? The slowed down wistful love song is nice here, but really, really, didn’t need to be a feature.

California Sober (Chris Stapleton): Another feature done really well. The harmonizing route with both their voices is great compared to the alternating style on other tracks. Stapleton and Post’s voices are great together, and makes for a really fun sound.

Hide My Gun (HARDY): Again, the slower songs are the best ones here for letting Post really shine for who he is. Also, murder!!!

Right About You: I love a good song title pun (Kacey Musgraves’ Space Cowboy you are beloved), the ‘right/writing about you’ bit here is very appealing. It lands well, and it’s a fun love song about being famous for your heartbreak.

M-E-X-I-C-O (Billy Strings): YEEHAW!!!!!! A ridiculous story song is always fun! Hell yeah man take her daddy’s money and blow it in Vegas and get shot out of chapel alongside Elvis on your way to Mexico!

Yours: Sounds like an early 2000s post-9/11 sad country song to be made with a sad sepia filtered music video. But! I do respect the lyrics and everything Post did with it. There isn;’t really anything wrong with sounding twenty years ago is twenty years ago was good. Just glad this album didn’t get a Toby Keith feature.

[krispyweiss]

Roger McGuinn at Midland Theatre, Newark, Ohio, Aug. 22, 2023

There’s no need for Roger McGuinn to write a book. His Songs and Stories With … tour is his autobiography. And hearing the man speak and sing about his incredible life and career is much more enjoyable than reading about it anyway.

As the jangle of an electric guitar playing the Byrds’ arrangement of “My Back Pages” filled the hall - “My ‘My Way,’” McGuinn called it - he walked on stage, stepped to a mic and began to sing. At 81, McGuinn’s voice betrayed some fragility at various points during his two-set, 110-minute performance inside Newark, Ohio’s, three-quarters-full Midland Theatre. But he still plays and sings like a Byrd.

After the opener, McGuinn, dressed in all black save for a red feather in his fedora, took a seat and, surrounded by a banjo, 12- and six-string acoustic guitars, his trusty electric Rickenbacker and tropical plants, proceeded to tell his life’s story. And the concert had the arc of a book, beginning with his childhood in Chicago where he first heard “Heartbreak Hotel” and “Be-Bop-A-Lula” - snippets of which he played - before he went to the Old Town School of Folk Music and got turned on to Bob Gibson and Lead Belly, leading McGuinn to offer full versions of “Daddy Roll ’Em” and “On Easter Morn’ He Rose.”

A teenaged McGuinn then met Pete Seeger, from whom he learned “Turn! Turn! Turn!,” played on electric, and “Rolling Down to Old Maui,” rendered acoustically. He was hired by the Limeliters, met David Crosby in California and Joan Baez (“Virgin Mary”) in New York. He traveled to South America and was inspired to write what would become the bridge of “Chestnut Mare” while sitting on a cliff and eventually went to work for Bobby Darin in Las Vegas - McGuinn was there when Darin discovered Wayne Newton. This was all before McGuinn met Peter Fonda, which prompted “The Ballad of Easy Rider.”

McGuinn wrapped the first set with “I Wasn’t Born to Follow” and “Mr. Spaceman.” He opened set two the way he’d opened the gig, with the sounds of “So You Want to be a Rock ’n’ Roll Star” announcing his arrival and “Lover of the Bayou” following. And despite any wear and tear on his vocal cords, the McGuinn of 2023 is smoother than the raspy McGuinn of 1970’s (Untitled).

From here, McGuinn’s storytelling turned nonlinear as he talked about his friendship with Tom Petty (“King of the Hill”); touring Europe with him and Bob Dylan (a singalong “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”); and the shenanigans of Dylan’s Rolling Thunder trek. It was here that McGuinn got permission to record Joni Mitchell’s “Dreamland,” also performed, and was inspired to write “Jolly Roger” by the pirate-like nature of the cross-country escapade in a retrofitted Greyhound bus borrowed from Frank Zappa

McGuinn plucked the banjo on “Old Blue” and recalled working in the Brill Building and nicking the Beach Boys to write and record “Beach Ball” with the the City Surfers, featuring the Bee Gees on background vocals. He then went on to explain how the Byrds ripped off the Beatles not only in their name but by taking the latter’s idea of using folk chords in rock music and - sampling “I Want to Hold Your Hand” to demonstrate - as inspiration for creating folk-rock with songs like “The Water is Wide” and “You Showed Me.”

The Byrd was as enthusiastic as a small child with a new toy when he talked about reconnecting with Crosby and joining forces with Gene Clark, Michael Clarke and Chris Hillman; meeting the Beatles and the Stones in England; and serving as the opening act for Hoyt Axton, whose mother wrote the aforementioned “Heartbreak Hotel,” thus bringing the story full circle.

The set proper closed with McGuinn showing off his substantial lead-guitar chops on a lengthy acoustic rendering of “Eight Miles High,” before he walked off without a word. He walked back on without a word, preceded again by the telltale jangle, and performed “I’ll Feel a Whole Lot Better,” “She Don’t Care about Time” and “May the Road Rise to Meet You” while standing at the off-center mic.

Including parts or all of 30 songs in total, the set and its stories left even the most knowledgable McGuinn fans even more so. And no one left a stranger.

Grade card: Roger McGuinn at Midland Theatre - 8/22/23 - A-

8/23/23

[hessbynum]

Sue Massek Project - Blog #3 - Which Side Are You On and The Death of Harry Simms

“Well, that didn’t go how I thought it would,” is an apt statement to describe 2024. Back in October I started a multi-month cold, around the same time Sue lost someone very close to her, and the rest of the year felt like an uncontrolled tumble down a steep hill. With all that in mind, it’s not surprising I’ve felt a bit lost here lately. 

I’ve continued the work. Practicing, band rehearsals, dug out song lyrics, decided on new arrangements, etc. I haven’t done much songwriting, but it’s always never far from my mind. I’ve felt myself metaphorically grinding an axe, being deliberate in honing my craft, but to what end? What do I need to do? What *am* I doing? 

This past week I got a gentle reminder what it’s about for me. What I’m about. That I have a voice. And a banjo. I ain’t afraid to use ‘em. As we ramp up 2025, that work becomes critical. Right now, more than ever, folks are picking fights with each other. Folks don’t understand we’re all working class folks. Regardless of which side we choose, all we have are each other. 

I’m taking Cowan Creek Mountain Music School’s winter session, specifically “Songs of Kentucky” with Anna Roberts-Gevalt. This week, we got into some of the work of Aunt Molly Jackson and Jim Garland, specifically “The Death of Harry Simms,” also Florence Reece’s “Which Side Are You On?” and followed it up by watching a documentary on Sarah Ogan Gunning. Dreadful Memories, the story of Sarah Ogan Gunning by Mimi Pickering which I believe is available on YouTube through Appalshop. I had watched it fairly recently, but was ready for a rewatch and honestly, I could probably stand to watch it a few more times. 

It may be a little strange with this blog being about working with Sue, this coming up in Anna’s class, but Sue is my connection to the Garland family including Sarah Ogan Gunning, so it makes sense to me because I learned about so much of this from Sue. 

So let’s get to it. 

“Which Side Are You On?” warrants its own blog, but I think we can look more broadly at what was going on to create these songs which are painfully relevant today. Here’s a clip of Florence Reece talking about the song, writing it in 1931, and singing a little bit of it. J. H. Blair was the sheriff. 

For just the song as sung by Florence Reece, you can find that here.

“Which Side Are You On?” is one of the first songs I learned from Sue. She told us that Florence Reece’s house got shot up by gun thugs. While she was hiding under the bed, she pulled the calendar off the wall and wrote the song. 

Here are the lyrics as I learned them from Sue:

Come all of you good workers

Good news to you I’ll tell

Of how that good old union

Has come in here to dwell

Chorus:

Which side are you on? 

Which side are you on?

Which side are you on? 

Which side are you on? 

My daddy was a miner 

And I’m a miner’s son

And I’ll stick with the union

Till every battle’s won

They say in Harlan County

There are no neutrals there

You’ll either be a union man

Or a thug for J.H. Blair

Oh, workers can you stand it?

Oh, tell me how you can

Will you be a lousy scab

Or will you be a man?

Don’t scab for the bosses

Don’t listen to their lies

Us poor folks haven’t got a chance 

Unless we organize

You don’t have to search very hard to find modern artists performing this song with their own updated lyrics and I have no doubt it will get another face lift in 2025. In fact, I really like this version from Dawn Landes released in 2024 on her fantastic Liberated Woman’s Songbook album.

I couldn’t find a handy recording of Sue singing “Which Side are You On?” but here’s a clip of Sue performing Aunt Molly Jackson’s “I Am a Union Woman” which uses a similar melody. The video has it labeled as Join the NMU. This was part of a play Sue starred in about the life of Sarah Ogan Gunning. Her banjo treatment is just 🔥. 

Aunty Molly Jackson and Jim Garland wrote “The Death of Harry Simms” and the song was popularized by Pete Seeger, so I’m going to go ahead and link Seeger’s version if you want to listen before we get into it. 

So, what was happening to cause these songs? 

The University of Kentucky (UK) has a more detailed write up here about the mining strikes in Bell and Harlan County, Kentucky in general with some videos, but I will try to summarize a bit. You can access their page here though: https://appalachiancenter.as.uky.edu/coal-strike/background-coal-strike 

In 1931-1932, when these songs were written, things were a mess for the coal miners in Kentucky. Back then, coal companies ran company towns. Folks who worked in the mines lived in company provided houses, so when the coal industry went bust with the Great Depression (started in 1929), folks lost everything including their homes. People were starving because there wasn’t any food (the Dust Bowl started in 1930) and the miners went on strike trying to improve conditions. Times were desperate. 

Meanwhile, the coal companies hired a private militia who were then deputized by the local sheriff’s office or authority. These are the “gun thugs” in the songs and they had three primary functions. 1) It was their job to protect the mines and the scabs so the work could continue. 2) Because the coal company owned the houses when someone was fired or otherwise let go, it was the gun thugs job to run people out of the housing. 3) They were there to intimidate folks and try and make the miners compliant, such as by shooting up Florence Reece’s house. The second video on the UK page points out that deputizing the thugs blurred the lines between the private and public sectors. The coal companies, the gun thugs, and the sheriff’s office were all on the same side even though as Florence Reece points out, the scabs and the gun thugs are workers too.

The UK page explains that the miners and their families felt abandoned by the United Mine Workers of America (U.M.W.A.), which created an opportunity for the growing American Communist Party in the U.S. to send a representative of their own union, the National Miners Union or N.M.U. The song references recruiting people for the N.M.U. and getting volunteers for the Y.C.L., the Youth Communist League. So, the N.M.U. sent Harry Simms as a representative to try and help organize the miners. Simms stayed with Jim Garland who was active with the communist group. The UK pages point out that communism was viewed as a fresh idea and the Cold War hadn’t happened yet, which I think is important to remember. 

Things escalated considerably after Harry Simms arrived and Simms was killed by one of the deputized gun thugs. He was only 19 years old. 

Here is Jim Garland’s recording of the song with lyrics below.

Comrades listen to my story

Workers listen to my song

I'll tell you of a hero

Who’s now dead and gone

I'll tell you of a worker

Whose age was just nineteen

He was the strongest union man

That ever I have seen

Harry Simms he was a pal of mine

We labored side by side

Expecting to be shot on sight

Or taken for a ride

By a dirty capitalist gun thug

Who roam from town to town

To shoot and kill our comrades

Where e'er they may be found

Harry Simms and I was parted

At five o’clock that day

"Be careful, my dear comrade"

To Harry I did say

"Now I must do my duty"

Was his reply to me

“If I get killed by gun thugs

Please don't grieve after me"

Just remain a faithful worker, 

Dear comrades, do be wise

Remain a faithful worker, 

Dear comrades, do be wise

Help destroy this rotten system

Don’t fail to organize

He was walking up the railroad track

One bright sunshiny day

He was young and handsome

His steps was light and gay

He did not know the gun thugs

Was a waitin’ on the way

To take our dear young comrade’s life

That bright sunshiny day

Harry Simms was killed on Brush Creek

In nineteen and thirty-two

He organized the miners

In the good ol’ N.M.U.

He fought for the union

That was all that he could do

He died for the union,

Also for me and you.

Now comrades, we must vow today

That one thing we must do

We’ll organize all the miners

In the good ol’ N.M.U.

We’ll get a million volunteers for the Y.C.L.

And sink this rotten system 

In the deepest pits of hell

I can’t tell anyone how to feel about these songs, but I can tell you how I feel about them and what they mean to me.

I believe they're still incredibly powerful and there's so much going on today relevant to what happened back then. To me they’re a reminder of how quickly things can get bad. That whichever side we choose matters and that our actions have consequences. It’s a reminder that everyone has forgotten that we’re mostly all working class and should be on the same side despite our differences. But maybe I'm just an idealist. So, which side are you on? 

[dark-rx]

"Banjo Odyssey" - The Dead South

Banjo Odyssey The Dead South Good Company, 2014

Tore up the restraining order I don't care, I'm comin' over What your daddy said isn't goin' over too well Don't you know not to kiss and tell?

Mother said, she's my brother's daughter And I don't even know who's my father

I guess she's my cousin But she needs some sweet lovin' anyway

Pulled you out by your hair People ask I was never there Come on baby and take a ride with me Come on baby, let's drive to the sea

Mother said, she's my brother's daughter And I don't even know who's my father

I guess she's my cousin But she needs some sweet lovin' anyway

It's a hot night drivin' down highway sixty With my baby in the passenger seat Roll down my window and I I lean my head back, and I put my foot to the floor

We're going faster and she's saying slow down (Slow down) We're going faster and she's saying slow down (Slow down) We're going faster and she's saying slow down (Slow down) We're going faster, and she's saying slow down (slow down)

And I say no, and she's saying slow down (slow down) And I say no, and she's saying slow down (slow down) And I say no, and she's saying slow down (slow down) And I say no, and she's screaming! Slow down (slow down) And I say no No (no)

Mother said, she's my brother's daughter And I don't even care who's my father

I guess she's my cousin But she needs some sweet lovin' anyway!

[torley]

Welcome to Kyle's Banjo Club! On the first of every month, I will email you ten tunes in tablature along with a brief introduction for the month's selections. Most of my banjo tabs are for 5-string banjo in G, C, no bass, G minor, or sawmill tuning. I'll be sure to include pieces in a variety of skill levels each month. Every tune is presented in clear, easy-to-read tablature. All of the current month's titles are listed below.As a banjo club member, you'll get exclusive arrangements and transcriptions available nowhere else. Many pieces are from the early American banjo books from the 19th century. I also have quite a few traditional folk tunes that I've arranged for 5-string banjo. You can get past issues from the club at this link: kylegrayyoung.gumroad.com/l/kbc-completeThis club is free and open to everyone. If you would like access to the mp3s of the tunes, you can join the audio tier with a donation of $2 or more. The VIP Lounge is available for $5 or more per month. VIP members get access to bonus tunes each month. These are usually more challenging and longer pieces. Genres include blues, jazz, ragtime, classic banjo and more!If you need any help with any of the tunes, have feedback, or any requests, please do not hesitate to contact me. Please visit bio.link/kyle for all of my socials and contact info. Enjoy!~KyleSelections for October 2024:Texas Rangers' Waltz (1884, Prize Banjo Instructor, Ida Lee Magez, G)Modoc Funeral Dance (1874, Winner's Primary School for the Banjo, no bass)Witches' Dance (1888, Complete American Banjo School, Paganini, S.S. Stewart, C)Phantom Reel (1889, Bolsover Gibbs, Stewart's Banjo & Guitar Journal, G)Wizard Jig (1891, Stewart's Banjo & Guitar Journal, Thomas J. Armstrong, C)Sherman's Funeral March (1893, The Banjo Made Easy, Frank Converse, C)The Skeleton Rag (1913, The Remick Collection, Percy Wenrich, A.J. Weidt, G)Hallowe'en Dance (1921, The Crescendo, Walter Burke, C)The Devil In A Hole (1927, Moyer's Superior Method for Plectrum Banjo, DGBD)How To Excel On The Banjo Part 4 - Exercises 46 & 47 (1926, Emile Grimshaw, C)VIP Lounge:Funeral March of a Marionette (1886, Dobson's National Banjo Method, C) Daddy Long Legs (1915, BMG Magazine, Emile Grimshaw, C) The Devil is Afraid of Music (1927, BMG Magazine, plectrum banjo) *indicates an original arrangement or composition of mine

[theawkwardsimmer]

The next morning, Andy, the trailer park patriarch, called Daniel outside for a breakfast meeting. He was pissed off. "Hey boy, why are you listenin to that shit music at all hours? You was keepin me awake. And I was already tired from all the woo-hooin with Virginia here."

"Listen here, you uneducated hillbilly! I only listen to the finest music! I'm sorry there's no banjo or beer in any of it, but it's what us non-incest people like!"

"Cain't you at least put on some headphones? All the trailer park could hear that whiny shit!"

"I HAD headphones until your dumb ass snapped them in two! So you brought it on yourself!"

"Do you know what that music says about you? It says...you're a snowflake!"

"So NOW you're making it political?!," Daniel fumed.

"I calls it how I sees it," Andy judged.

"We are both AMERICANS! Free as the bald eagle! There's no reason we should fight over..."

"Oh blah blah, blah. All I hear is more whinin' from the snowflake."

"Do you really wanna fight me, Andy?"

"I'll crush you like a twig!"

Instead of taking it outside, they took it to the kitchen. No need to get the neighbors involved, I guess. Virginia watched with curiosity. She wondered if skinny boy really could take her husband.

After the fight, both men look pretty satisfied.

"I didn't know you had it in ya, boy!," Andy grinned.

"Me neither!," Daniel smiled. The fight gave him an idea...

He showed up at Cassidy's place uninvited, still looking confident.

"I just had this conversation...and fist fight...about politics, and it made me think about FREEDOM. Freedom from oppression...and unfit parents...," he said excitedly.

"What the hell are you talking about, Daniel?"

"Why don't you ever invite me over to see my son, Cass?"

"I never said you weren't welcome, Daniel," Cassidy replied cautiously.

"Oh, so that means I'm welcome right now? Right this minute?"

"Sweet," Daniel said, looking towards Cassidy's trailer. "Oh Mason! Daddy's here to see you!"

Cassidy grimaced. "Oh. I wasn't actually ready for guests right now but..."

"Oh lookee. Here's my boy. Outside unattended on the ground. What a surprise..."

"And what do we have going on in here? Do you never turn this radio off? Can you even afford your electric bill?"

"It's not filthy in here...but it's not very big. And Mason is STILL sleeping outside..."

"Hey little dude. Where's YOUR dad?"

"Daddy Jarvis!," Trevor said enthusiastically.

"Hmm...maybe this is a good thing? Jarvis doesn't show this much interest in Trevor..."

"Daddy smell wike smoke! An' him teef are wellow! He says I be wike him is one day!"

Oh my God. My son is living in a hell hole, Daniel thought, outwardly smiling but inwardly panicking.

"Don't you worry, son," Daniel said soothingly.

I'll think of a way to get you away from this place.

[alovelywaytospendanevening]

Revisiting the Charts #3: March 17, 1973 (Billboard Hot 100)

The 1970s was a very musically diverse decade. This edition of Revisiting the Charts takes a look at a weekly top 10 of one of its earlier years. Funk and soul are the dominant genres here, but there's also space for rock and country music.

1. Killing Me Softly with His Song — Roberta Flack Current Spotify stats: 284.234.330 plays

The biggest classic of this list, and for a good reason. Through its poetic lyrics, this song evokes such a singular feeling of melancholy it’s hard to forget. And it still sounds fresh.

2. Dueling Banjos — Eric Weissberg Current Spotify stats: 12.283.442 plays

This song was made famous by and is still mostly associated with the film Deliverance (1972), which isn’t surprising at all, since it’s a number that can sound cool in a scene, but it’s not really strong as an individual music recording.

3. Love Train — O’Jays Current Spotify stats: 212.667.395 plays

The 1970s tackiness is a bit too much on this one, but it’s still an enjoyable listen.

4. Also Sprach Zarathustra (2001) — Deodato Current Spotify stats: 6.633.243 plays

One of those 1970s recordings which remade classical music compositions. It’s an interesting funk-fuelled experiment, and sure, the results are respectable, but I guess it works much better when you’re on a dancefloor.

5. Last Song — Edward Bear Current Spotify stats: 3.687.594 plays

An inoffensive and pleasant enough adult contemporary song. It’s also not very memorable.

6. The Cover of “Rolling Stone” — Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show Current Spotify stats: 46.708.571 plays

A cheeky and even smart satirical song. Its replay value seems rather small, though.

7. Could It Be I’m Falling in Love — The Spinners Current Spotify stats: 54.554.432 plays

I admit I think “I’ll Be Around” is a better song, but this is still a lushly produced and expertly performed example of the Philadelphia soul sound.

8. Neither of Us (Wants to Be the First to Say Goodbye) — Gladys Knight & the Pips Current Spotify stats: 42.253.232 plays

This one is considered a classic, but to be honest, I think there are much better examples of soul ballads from this period. I do understand its popularity, though.

9. Daddy’s Home — Jermaine Jackson Current Spotify stats: 2.156.029 plays

Too much cheesiness, even for this kind of love song.

10. Danny’s Song — Anne Murray Current Spotify stats: 17.183.148 plays

A typical 1970s country pop song. It’s almost great, but there’s something missing. The (very) Loggins lyrics are tolerable, but the melody needed more work.

[caleb-tn]

American Dream

Teaching me moves to dance for tiktok

Jack’ with Coke in her glass

Dad raised me so well

But now i know who Stella MCCartney

She's so good, I don't have a clue

What is she doing with a cowboy like me

MTV on NFL time

Cause her MV will premiere

She's a Jesus friend, I’m a Jewish

Born in the USA

And with hunting I’m stopping , now just shots of love

From New York to L.A.

Living our teenage dreams, make out on plane

She lays down and give me a kiss

You can see me on the cover of Rolling Stones

In big letters saying “She is my American Dream”

And I give her my little golden medals

Making promises to live in farm

Deciding what to do on Saturday night

If dance in a Honky Tonky or dress a Tom Ford tie

Taking her home while we sing along

And she dressed in my jacket

Trying to be her second voice, but she know I’m thick

Maybe I need practice

Her brother have a new boyfriend, her daddy will don’t like

And I agree with my father-in-law, with his daughter on my lap

He doesn't know how naughy she’s behave

She's a Jesus friend, I’m a Jewish

Born in the USA

And with hunting I’m stopping , now just shots of love

From New York to L.A.

Living our teenage dreams, make out on plane

She lays down and give me a kiss

You can see me on the cover of Rolling Stones

In big letters saying “She is my American Dream”

And I give her my little golden medals

Making promises to live in farm

Deciding what to do on Saturday night

If dance in a Honky Tonky or dress a Tom Ford tie

[Banjo solo]

She's a Jesus friend, I’m a Jewish

Born in the USA

And with hunting I’m stopping , now just shots of love

From New York to L.A.

Living our teenage dreams, make out on plane

She lays down and give me a kiss

You can see me on the cover of Rolling Stones

In big letters saying “She is my American Dream”

And I give her my little golden medals

Making promises to live in farm

Deciding what to do on Saturday night

If dance in a Honky Tonky or dress a Tom Ford tie

[pahtoosh]

eee! okay this changes often but my current top five from my own collection are pete pete, bunnies and kisses, ducks and baths, apologies and kisses, and banjo needs a daddy!

@angelbaby-fics @buckys-little-belle @impactmintsfresh @babyjakes @tumblin-theworldaway i know my favorites from your guys’ collections but i must know yours too!!

(to my followers who follow me for a sfw agere space, some of these writers have nsfw fics! please read their warnings. to everyone else, go send love to their incredible works and have so much fun🤭)

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

BABE. You are just the best. I will have to go back and see if you posted this too- because I want to know yours as well!!

My self favorites are "Need You Now", "Time is A-Flyin", "Where You Still Remember Dreaming", "Does Whatever A Spider Can", and "Feels Like the First Time".

@stevesbestgirl, @haleyhunwritingss, @pahtoosh @buckyalpine, @romanestuffsposts, @nicoline1998enilocin too!! Whatcha got?? Love you all!!

[pahtoosh]

Banjo needs a Daddy

[image ID: a collage on a light blue background. the middle has a photo of Sebastian Stan putting a stuffed bear into his jacket. there are two stuffed grey cats on either side of him. /.end ID]

18+

masterlist

wc: ~1120

warnings: fluff. "daddy" or "dada" is used like every other sentence😶 I could not help myself

a/n: i hope you guys like this one! i've been working on it off and on for over a month now. my next fic will be with chef!daddy!bucky so keep an eye out for that!

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary:  Bucky takes you stuffed animal shopping

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“And sometimes Natty comes over and she needs a stuffy too but if Stevie and Sammie are here first then she has less stuffies to pick from and that’s not fair! And sometimes I have a tea party and a business meeting at the same time so I need twice as many stuffies that day and then after it I get so tired and I wanna sleep in my cozy corner but then there’s not enough stuffies in the corner because of the meeting and the party and I’m too tired to put them back so I need more stuffies, right Daddy?”

You were in the midst of convincing Bucky to let you buy more stuffed animals. He knew the second you opened your mouth and gave him those pleading eyes that he’d say yes to anything. Ordering takeout? He’d love to. New clothes? Of course. A new TV? Why not, you’ve been very good lately. A vacation? His employees are readying the beach house as you speak. 

He almost laughed when he realized all you wanted was a few more stuffed animals. Your little heart wasn’t used to being so spoiled. You were ready to beg and do anything for some new fuzzy friends. Bucky thought you were so cute. His instinct was to tell you you could have whatever you wanted, but he chose to rest a hand on his chin and pretend to think about it some more. He couldn’t resist your adorable rambles and the way you so sweetly clung to his arm as you told him why you absolutely needed more plushies. 

Rant now over, you scrambled your mind thinking of any reasons you might’ve missed. Bucky loved watching you as you did anything, but this moment was particularly good. He was standing at the front door, having just come home when you greeted him with a hug and a kiss and wasted no time before you started asking him for more stuffies. You held onto his bicep with both arms as if him taking a step away from you meant that you wouldn’t get your prize. Your eyes were wide, your lips pouted, and your whole body was leaning toward him, trapping him with your cuteness. 

He was proud of how brave you’d gotten as your little self. You were comfortable around his friends, you knew you could ask him for anything, and you started being more adventurous. He could sense the latter by the stray leaves and grass stains on your clothes. He told you you had free reign over the house, but you had stuck to the two bedrooms you liked and the living spaces until today. Your skin even had a gentle glow from the sun; you were happy. Bucky felt endlessly fulfilled getting to see this side of you. 

“Okay, Baby, Daddy’ll get you your stuffies- but” he said, quieting your squeals. “What does Daddy get in return?”

You stopped bouncing on your feet for a moment. “A hundred million kisses!”

Bucky laughed, “Sounds like a good deal to me, Angel. Why don’t you start paying up now?”

You giggled and held his face with both hands, allowing you to bring his head down and smother him with kisses. 

~

Bucky pulled up to your favorite toy store, parked the car, and placed a hand over yours to get your attention. “Now, Angel. What are our rules for going into a store?”

“Always stay next to Daddy, don’t talk to strangers, no bein’ fussy, and say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘excuse me’!”

“Good, baby. You make Daddy proud when you listen.” Bucky patted your knee before getting out of the car and opening your door and seatbelt for you.

You held his hand as you skipped to the shop. Then, something in the display caught your attention and you tugged Bucky by the sleeve to get a closer look. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Look at all the stuffies!” You pressed your face so close to the window, your nose was nearly touching the glass. “And they all hab clothes and hats a- and shoes.” 

The excitement and toys were pushing you further into little space. You were so distracted by the display that you didn’t notice the heart eyes Bucky was now sporting for you. He loved seeing you so happy and carefree. 

“C’mon, Angel let’s get inside and you can find even more stuffies!”

You squealed and trotted into the shop as Bucky held open the door for you. While shopping, you insisted on looking at every single shelf, because every stuffie deserved to get a fair chance at being the one you brought home. Bucky was more than happy to indulge you. You’d seen nearly every corner of the shop when a small, grey stuffed cat caught your attention. 

“Dada,” you gasped.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Dis one, pease.”

Bucky saw what you were looking at and carefully plucked the grey cat from the shelf so you could get a closer look. With the plushie still in your Daddy’s hands, you inspected its fur and facial features. 

“‘s perfect,” you whispered, still in awe. The small cat was delightfully soft and had a nice, round belly. 

Bucky let you toy with the plush for a few more minutes before speaking up. “You ready to take this new friend home, Sweetheart? You gotta name them and introduce them to your other stuffies before bedtime.”

You snapped out of your trance. “Oh yeah! Kitty already has name though.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Already? You came up with a name that fast, Angel?”

You were still a little distracted, answering his question while stroking the plush’s fur. “Yeah ‘s Banjo. Banjo the kitty.”

“That’s a beautiful name, Baby. Let’s go to the register now, okay?”

You nodded and followed Bucky back to the checkout section. On the way there, something in the corner of your eye caused you to stop suddenly. Bucky was holding your hand and paused when you did. 

“You alright, Sweetheart?”

You pointed to the shelf on your right. It was full of grey cat plushies that were bigger than your Banjo. 

“Can I hab one?”

“Sure, Angel. You wanna get a bigger Banjo instead?”

“No, want two kitties pease.”

Bucky failed to hold back a smile. He was so proud of his baby for telling him what they wanted and for asking him so politely. 

“Anything for you,” he said, kissing the top of your head. He took one of the cats from the shelf and let you inspect it. “You sure you want another grey cat, Angel? This store has a lot of other animals in different colors.”

“Has to be grey kitty, Dada. Banjo needs a Daddy.”

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[otherperson12]

Random Band of brothers headcanons pt.1

change my mind

George Luz craves for people acceptance so he jokes with everyone to please them

Bull stay hungry after every army meal (big boy needs big meals) but he keeps sharing of his plate with everyone

Eugene Roe smokes a lot (at least five cigarettes at day, one in every meal)

Frank Perconte hates bugs and is the responsible of keeping the barracks clean (he is obsessive).

Carwood Lipton knows how to knit

Skip, Penkala and Malarkey smokes weed with Chuck and then asks Bull for food

Bill makes the best real italian pasta, he cooks and very well

Bill used to box with his brothers and then with Toye and Liebgott in the army

Dick Winters is a religious baby virging boy (is the mockery of the other officers)

Popeye is skinny but likes to fight (he ends at med bay)

christenson, tipper, chuck and shifty are a choral quartet. (Christenson is a musician, plays piano, guitar and banjo) sometimes Toye joins them

Every time Luz makes a funny comment or something stupid, Martin is like: "what am I doing here...".

Donald Hobbles (my sweet baby boy) is ALWAYS hungry and tries steal food (he is very clumsy)

Sisks, at first, was shocked by blood and all of that but then he understood that is part of war

a large part of the company goes to the brothels together and shares the same whores

Malarkey cooks but doesn’t taste too well and anyone has the heart to not eat it because he is standing with big puppy eyes waiting for everyone to eat his food

Skip is a fucking stealer (takes everything from the poor malarkey)

EVERY TIME that the comapany has their passes Floyd is like: “I’m gonna need more condoms”, Roe gives him five and Tab uses them all

Joe Toye is very ashamed of his lack of education and when no one sees him he practices his reading.

Liebgott took Eugene's scissors to cut the boys' hair. (Doc is like: where I put my fucking sizzuhs…)

Roe takes everything (medical stuff, blankets, extra socks for other, etc) from Perconte and Frank always tries to avoid him

George hates showers (me too, George, me too) so Lip (as the responsible mother she is) has to drag him to the showers like a 7 years old kid

Nixon buys everything for Dick (like a sugar daddy)

No one can beat Toye at arm wrestling (maybe Bull)

EUGENE ROE AND LEWIS NIXON EPIC CHESS GAMES (and george luz is the commentator as if ir were a baseball game)

heffron got his first real binge and bar fight thanks to bill guarnere

[seconddoubt]

who’s gonna buy me a piano and a pedal steel guitar? need me a sugar daddy or mommy who only requires me to sometimes send recordings of me playing. that’s just a patron i guess. while we’re at it i’m also interested in a harp, a banjo, an electric bass, a double bass, a cello, a saxophone and a custom fender electric guitar