#be a boogie pete

[bughuntermusic]

I'd like to introduce tumblr to our second album: The Rough Draft. It turns FIVE YEARS OLD today but people are still discovering it every day. If you are, will be, or have been a person in your mid-20's trying to figure things out, this album is for you. If you know this album, reblog with your favorite song or lyric. We'd love for more people to hear what we're doing over here in Bug Hunter land.

[pilottofinale082]

✨ Jacob Stone in a cowboy hat appreciation post ✨

It is a travesty I have not seen this boy line dance…

[ourladyofomega]

📸: hiphopgods

[mudwerks]

(via Lone Star Blues - Pete Johnson (1939)

Saturday Night begins

[rockincountryblues]

The Boogie-Woogie Boys featuring Pete Johnson, Meade"Lux"Lewis, Joe Turner, and Albert Ammons, circa 1939

[kdo-three]

Pete Johnson and His All Stars - 1946 Stomp Pete Johnson from: "1946 Stomp" / "I May Be Wonderful" (10" 78RPM Single) "All That Jazz Vol 87: 'The Boogie-Woogie-Man' Pete Johnson" (2017 Compilation)

Boogie-Woogie

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Personnel: Pete Johnson: Piano Jimmy Shirley: Guitar Oran "Hot Lips" Page: Trumpet Clyde Bernhardt: Trombone Budd Johnson: Saxophone Don Stovall: Saxophone Abe Bolar: Bass Jack Parker: Drums

Produced by Al Green (A. B. Green | Albert B. Green)

Recorded: in New York City, New York USA on January 2, 1946 (to Salute the New Year)

Single Released: 1946 National Records All That Jazz Vol 87 Compilation Released: 2017 Jube Legends Records

[ozkar-krapo]

Roosevelt HOLTS (+ V/A)

"Roosevelt Holts and his Friends"

(LP. Arhoolie rcds. 1972 / rec. 1969-70) [US]

[soundgrammar]

American boogie-woogie and jazz pianist Pete Johnson. Photograph by William P. Gottlieb.

[rastronomicals]

10:04 AM EDT May 2, 2024:

Pete Sinfield - "Wholefood Boogie" From the album Still (1973)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Sole solos

[spilladabalia]

Saint Etienne - Absolute Beginners

[mudwerks]

(via B. And O. Blues - Pete Johnson (1955)

[mintquetzal]

Uniforms for Noctus Datura College, the girl's magic academy of Twisted Wonderland.

I wanted to make my own school because my brain was cooking ✨️ The dorms are based on different villains than Night Raven College (like Noble Bell)

1) Navisur, the dorm of The Sea Explorer: Captain Hook

2) Intica, the dorm of The Emperor's Successor: Yzma

3) Pradegala, the dorm of The Jungle's Savior: Shere Khan

4) Samhaia, the dorm of The Game Master: Oogie Boogie

5) Sonneblum, the dorm of The Golden Mother: Mother Gothel

6) Felinox, the dorm of The Original: Pete

7) Cemuera, the dorm of The Star Singer: Ernesto de la Cruz

Each dorm has their own housewardens and students which I will be sharing as I go though ✨️

(Also I made the idea for Samhaia way before the new Halloween event this year so nothing like bad timing 🤣)

[drakey-wakey]

a bedtime story (i think) but the more ive listened to the album the more i like all of them so. every song

New Album's been out for a bit

What's tumblr's favorite song off Happiness (without a catch) now that you've had long enough to get sick of it?

[abovetherainandroses]

patrick did a sexy as hell grunt during arms race and i died on the spot btw (feat. pete wiggles and bonus patrick boogies) (sacramento 3/3/24)

[hannahhook7744]

Mother's day fanfic request:

Lampwick reunites with his family after being found and rescued / Lampwick's Mama , Carina tells her son that she's getting married to Pinocchio's father, Geppetto ?

You're My Mom! Boogie Woogie Woogie!

Summary: It’s been a long time since Carina Rossi saw her precious son.  So very long.  Trigger warnings: Kidnapping, implied violence, child abuse, underage drinking, underage smoking, mourning, etc.

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It had been a year, six months, eight days, and two hours since Carina Rossi had seen her son. 

A year, six months, eight days, and two hours since her son had last come waltzing in through the front door of their home with an apple he’d picked from Farmer Giordano’s orchid on his way home from school and a wild story that he’d heard from Old Grauerbart on the tip of his tongue. 

A mischievous look in his eye that screamed trouble and an excuse for whatever trouble he, Pete, and Alexander had gotten into that day.

It had been a year, six months, and seven nights since she had last wished her son goodnight.

A year, six months, eight days, and two hours since anyone in their small village and even smaller family had seen Carina’s dear boy. 

There were rumors that he had died. 

But the truth was worse than that. 

So much worse than that.

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Carina’s darling boy had been stolen away along with Alexander Carmelo and many other of the boys in Villaggio and other surrounding villages by the Coachmen.

The Coachmen. 

A man Carina had only heard about in whispers. A man Carina had dismissed as nothing more than a myth. A man who, along with two others, had stolen her son and many others’ sons and took them to the forbidden Pleasure island. 

The Coachmen had stolen Carina’s son and had turned him into a donkey, selling him into a life of involuntary servitude to some poor unsuspecting souls who didn’t know where the donkey had come from. 

And Gideon and "Honest" John Worthington Foulfellow had helped him do it.

Carina’s older sister, Gia, had punched them in court when they’d found out. 

Carina would have done it herself if she hadn’t collapsed to the floor sobbing. Filled with dread over the fate of her son who may be long gone by now. 

Her dear Romeo was gone. 

Stolen away by an adult who had lied and manipulated him. Telling him that he could roughhouse, smoke, drink, and eat as much junk food as he wanted—telling him that he could skip school and play games all day and stay up past his bedtime until he wanted to go home. 

The little baby who used to cry whenever Carina set him down and who used to toddle around after her when she worked was gone. 

Had cried for her when he’d been transformed into a creature against his will. 

All because Carina hadn’t been there. 

(As her mother had screamed at her more than once since Lampwick had disappeared).

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“Ma!”

Carina nearly dropped the plate she’d been holding, her head spinning around to face the highchair where her son had been quietly playing. 

“What did you just say?”

Surely Carina hadn’t heard right. Surely her seven month old hadn’t just said—

“Ma!” 

This time the brunette did drop the plate. 

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"ROMEO GET OUT OF THE PIZZA COOKER!"

How did two year olds manage to get into absolutely everything?! Why was Carina's son insistent on giving her such a heart attack?

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"No! No! Don't eat the crayons, Romeo!"

Why were three year olds so weird?!

Carina didn't remember being this weird when she was a kid.

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People loved to talk. 

Talk about anything and everything. 

The weather, who was having an affair with who, the secret to Granny Smith’s beloved apple pie.

People lived to talk and gossip and—

Carina didn’t remember what had made her snap. 

Had someone claimed that she deserved to lose her son for not being attentive enough again? Or had someone been spreading that nasty rumor about her being behind his disappearance once again? 

She didn’t remember. 

Maybe someone brainless had once again spotted that nonsense about her son and the other children getting what was coming to them again. 

Carina didn’t know. 

She didn’t remember. 

Her mind had gone blank. Her ears were ringing. Her fists hurt and her throat was sure, and someone was screaming. Who was screaming? Why was someone screaming—oh. It was her. 

There was a hand on her shoulder. Someone was leading her away. No, not someone: Geppetto. Geppetto from Merlin Academy was leading her away. Geppetto, Pinocchio’s father, was leading her away from the marketplace—whispering to her to ignore them and that they didn’t know what they were talking about, and that Lampwick was out there somewhere. Out there and alive and said they would find him and bring him home. 

But Carina barely heard any of it.

Barely registered anything that was occurring around her as Geppetto walked her home. Her groceries in his arms and a hand on her shoulder. 

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Pinocchio had been the one to tell everyone about where the lost children had gone. 

Was the reason the Coachmen was currently rotting in jail at the moment. 

He was the reason Carina knew her son was still alive.

Carina was thankful for that. Even if it was only a small comfort. 

Because at least she knew her son was alive. 

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A year, six months, nine days, and four hours after Lampwick had disappeared King Beast walked into the Coachmen’s cell at the prison he was being held in and four hours later he walked back out with the locations of all the missing children. 

With the location of every lost boy and girl. 

No one knew how he got the information. 

No one but Beast and the Coachmen. 

A year, six months, and ten days after Carina had last seen her son, the mother of two was notified that her son would be coming home and that the Coachmen along with his accomplices would be going to a new state of the art prison Beast, Belle, Merlin, and Fairy Godmother were drawing up. 

Where he would never hurt anyone again. 

It was a dream come true. 

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A year, six months, and sixteen days after Lampwick had left for school one early Monday morning to never return he finally came home. 

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“I’m sorry mama. I’m so, so sorry—” Lampwick was paler than he was when Carina had last seen him. 

Paler and so heartbreakingly thinner.

Carina didn’t even want to imagine what he had looked like before the three days he had spent in the Encanto after the bus to Auradon had broken down. How dirty he was, how filthy and matted his hair had been, or how many injuries he had had before Julieta Madrigal (bless her) had gotten hold of him. 

“I’ll never do it again, I promise. I didn’t mean to—” her dear, darling Romeo’s dark brown eyes were so haunted now. It was easy to see, even when they were full of tears. 

Her baby was haunted by the things he had seen and experienced. 

And yet he was apologizing to her. 

“I’m so—” Carina cut off Lampwick’s frantic apology by yanking him into a bone crushing hug. 

“Oh La mia piccola candela, don’t apologize to me. I’m just happy that you’re okay.”

[okartichoke]

top 5 bug hunter songs

my plan was to listen to newer bug hunter songs while studying to have a better answer to this,, but then i remembered that i cannot focus if there is music LOL,, I actually haven't really heard much of anything released after 2022 ! so just from older albums:

5 - dear mcCracken ,, very basic fs,, first song of theirs i heard. the whole bridge part with "we're never too old to hurt" can get me to cry most days if i listen to it too closely. the first time i heard it was while i was driving to this jazz event i was super nervous about,, so the song really hit me in the moment

4 - point to prove (i was an ugly kid)

3 - boogie Pete

2 - pinecones

1 - disco! in the panic room

this was so hard ^ this order might not be accurate,, and im throwing in some honorary mentions pfft,,, the key to being lonely, 2 bed 2 bath and a ghost (i like the first half a lot) (obligatory ghost song mention haha) (but fr the way he sings "robert i'm so sorry" is everything to me)

re: mcCracken,, actually a lot of their songs can get me to cry on a good day tbh bwahaha