#billie hogg

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

14 and 15 for the oc pride ask game <3

Happy Pride!

Hello! Thanks for the ask! (From this pride themed ask game)

14. Do you have ocs on the aro or ace spectrum?

Do I???

Being on both I definitely accidentally did it a few times, but here we go!

In TSP, Lexi ended up finding herself to be acearo. Is this because she used to be my point of projection, and even when I changed her personality this part is a leftover? Well, yes.

Jedi and Wendy are also acearo.

Alex is asexual and I think biromantic. Parker is the opposite: aromantic but bisexual. I think Ewan is demisexual (but I'm unsure about romantic orientation).

In SOTL, I have many as well. Stevie and Billie are asexual though I'm unsure about romantic orientation for either. Eros is acearo. This is all so far since SOTL is early in development but I'm leaving it open to more.

15. Do any of your ocs use neopronouns? Which ones?

Yes, the aforementioned Eros is also agender and after a lot of debate uses ze/zir/zem pronouns. I considered xe/xem/xir and e/em/eir for a bit before settling.

SOTL has several genderqueer characters but so far Eros is the only one with neopronouns. At least that's the way it is for now. Will this change? Maybe. Again, SOTL is in the early stages of development.

Thanks again!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites

SOTL tag list (ask to be +/-): @illarian-rambling

[krispyweiss]

Restored “Let it Be” Film Headed to Disney +

- The Beatles’ 1970 film returns May 8

The long and winding road of “The Beatles: Get Back” circles back to “Let it Be.”

Nearly three years after hosting Peter Jackson’s sprawling “Let it Be” postscript, Disney + returns to director Michael Lindsay-Hogg’s original 1970 film, which was released just after the Beatles’ split was announced. Long unavailable and restored by Jackson, “Let it Be” premieres May 8.

“It (the breakup) very much darkened the perception of the film,” Lindsay-Hogg said in a statement.

“But, in fact, how often do you get to see artists of this stature working together to make what they hear in their heads into songs? And then you get to the roof and you see their excitement, camaraderie and sheer joy in playing together again as a group and know, as we do now, that it was the final time, and we view it with full understanding of who they were and still are and a little poignancy.”

Jackson, who created “Get Back” with 60 hours of Lindsay-Hogg-shot footage, sees the two movies as complementary rather than competing.

“I now think of it all as one epic story, finally completed after five decades,” he said in a statement.

“The two projects support and enhance each other: ‘Let it Be’ is the climax of ‘Get Back,’ while ‘Get Back’ provides a vital missing context for ‘Let it Be.’”

Read Sound Bites’ “Get Back” review here.

4/16/24

[rolloroberson]

The Beatles recording for the Get Back/Let It Be sessions at Apple Studios on January 28, 1969 included erformances of ‘Something’, ‘Love Me Do’, ‘I’ve Got A Feeling’, ‘Old Brown Shoe’, ‘Don’t Let Me Down’, ‘I Want You (She’s So Heavy)’, and ‘Half A Pound Of Greasepaint’. On hand amongst the Beatles were Linda McCartney and Heather McCartney, George Martin, Billy Preston, Michael Lindsay-Hogg, Derek Taylor, Yoko Ono and photographer Ethan Russell.

[thecurvycritic]

Beatles: Let It Be Revisits Historic Session with the Fab Four

Ever wonder what a history making session looks like in real time? Peter Jackson and Michael Lindsay-Hogg give us a front row seat https://wp.me/p2v8yf-6pv #LetItBe #disneyplus #podcast

Director Michael Lindsay-Hogg’s original 1970 film about The Beatles, which has been meticulously restored by Peter Jackson, is the first time the film is available in over 50 years. Originally released as a feature film doc in May 1970 amidst the swirl of The Beatles’ breakup, “Let It Be,” once viewed through a darker lens, this docuseries showcases the iconic foursome’s warmth and camaraderie,…

[this-is-the-ticket]

008 Shownotes:

Ari’s favorite Capuchin Monkey in pop culture - shame the TV show couldn’t make it happen. 

Changing a Capuchin Monkey's Diaper

What you need to know before bringing home Sphynx Cat. lol 

Keeping Gerbils Together from the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals lol

The Bunny Manifesto from WaitButWhy

TW // BLOOD GORE - don’t house snakes with their food

Wolf & Bear photos

Coyote & Badger friends! 

Owen and Mzee, hippo and tortoise friends :)

La Petit Mort - The Little Death

Autumn Sonata, Ingmar Bergman’s 1978 family drama, starring Ingrid Bergman (her only collaboration with Ingmar) and Liv Ullmann

The OG Persona Trailer

Stan Brakhage BABY

(Ruben Östlund is Swedish.)

Triangle of Sadness was in Casey’s top 10 of 2022.

Joanna Hogg’s The Souvenir

Interview between Joanna Hogg and Martin Scorsese

WINTER ROMANCE BABY

Billy Wilder’s Some Like it Hot

Irma la Douce trailer - also starring Jack Lemmon and Shirley MacLaine, with the antics turned up to 11

The Arrow Blu-Ray of The Apartment

Patrick H Willems rewrites The Matrix sequels

KaptainKristian’s video essay on Watchmen

Interview between Rian Johnson & Joseph Gordon-Levitt about Originality and Creativity  Rian Johnson’s Scripts *cries*

[blueberryarchive]

thoughts on 80's slasher!jk...♡ (18+)

more here

(because i can't stop thinking about him)

There was something so cruel and fun about being part of a sleepover. The sweet aroma of vanilla and nail polish compacted in the room covered in colors. The muffled laughter of 2 in the morning, Steph's mother sleeping on the other side of the wall where the Billy Joel poster is. The yellowish silhouettes move slowly as they write on small pieces of paper, concentration makes them frown, smile flirtatiously at the ceiling.

“Can it be any guy?” Bobby Joe asks, tossing the piece of paper in the corner to grab another one, Steph rolls her eyes knowing full well why she would ask such a question.

If Bobby Joe was talking about any guy there would be no problem but the three girls, including you, knew perfectly well that sweet BJ wanted to put the philosophy professor's name in big italics.

“We're not going to call Mr. Hogg, Bobby Joe. I don’t want to hear him pull his old and saggy out just because I said the word ‘wet.’”

“I thought this was a game.”

“Exactly, it's a game. I don’t want to develop an infatuation with men over forty-five.” Liss attacked folding her game papers into four.

Your fingers fidgeted on the piece of paper on your knee. You couldn't write your boyfriend's name, obviously, it wouldn't be as fun since Jimin knows your friends' voices and it wouldn't be as fun to see one of your friends flirt with Jimin on the phone.

“Come on, Boo. Don't you know another man besides Jimin? Steph laughed. Bobby Joe and Liss put the names inside Elmo's mug.

No, you wanted to answer. But what's so fun about that. Now that you think about it, you should have brought your Monopoly or the old Ouija that your brother hides. It wasn't a good thing to ever leave the games to Steph.

Liss sat her face on your shoulder looking at the yellow paper, empty, desperately empty. You can put the name of someone who isn't in college, she whispered to you, taking pity on your sorry male record. And that's what you did, you chose your neighbor, only two people know how long you and Cooper haven't seen each other: God and your mom. And that was perfect, he wouldn't know your voice if you called him to ask him what his favorite position was.

Dan Cooper, the “o”s looked like long zeros and the ink pooled at the edges, demonstrating your hesitation in looking for another man in your life you wanted to call for a prank. But it was too late, Steph took the paper and crumpled it before you finished the R.

“Who dares to call first?” Liss held the cup, turning the papers over with a spoon.

Bobby Joe sighed looking into the darkness of the room. You noticed her nervousness, perhaps regretful.

“I want to change the last name…”

“Don't be a pussy, BJ.” It gushed from your lips, the Malibu bubbling in your throat with the taste of the Caribbean islands and the triple cheese pizza you had for dinner. None of the three expected to hear your babbling so early and in so few milliliters of rum.

“Well, you start, take a piece of paper.” You heard her mumble something about putting your stepfather's name on the cup, you ignored her as you took the paper that first fell on the carpet.

“Wait, let me turn on the camera.” Liss got up taking the camcorder that her father gave her for her new career in communication. Now the lens focused on the college antics of your group of friends and, occasionally, the artsy pornos that she and her boyfriend tried to sell on college corners.

Of the ten papers, the one you took seemed to be folded with the delicacy of origami. You unfolded until you undid the little cube and found a name that you have rarely heard or even thought about.

“Jungkook Jeon?” You feared you had said the name wrong but the looks between your friends were not looking for a good pronunciation but rather who dared, in fact, who even thought of trying to flirt with such a specimen.

Steph let out a squeal as she almost dropped her drink on her favorite sweater.

“God, Liss surely wrote that.”

"Why me?"

“You've always liked weird men.”

“You like octogenarians, you bitch.”

“Who the fuck is Jungkook?” You were starting to get desperate and the tiny flickering light from the camera was starting to feel like needles in your pores.

Steph takes another drink before proceeding to explain.

“He's a guy in econ class, a complete loser. He doesn't look anyone in the eye and walks around like he wants the earth to swallow him all the time."

“And why do y'all put it in the pile?” If you were going to call someone, it had to at least be worth it.

Bobby Joe and Liss look into each other's eyes and smile knowingly. BJ's bubblegum-pink coated index fingers come together and then spread alongside her smile.

“Several of the guys on the team have seen him in the showers.”

“I don't believe any of the men on the football team, that's what they said about Marc and he had a micro dick.” Steph looked pointedly at the camera. “Plus he doesn't even get up from the stands, I've never seen him play.”

“Jimin started calling him Junghood.” BJ played with her gum, twirling it around on her finger.

Jimin had never mentioned the guy to you.

“Junghood?”

“He likes to play with his bow and arrow in his free hours, like a Robin Hood.” Liss looked for another light, she wanted tried to see every line that formed on your forehead.

“The name is so stupid…no offense.” Steph finished her drink and handed you the heavy book.

You grabbed the phone directory and headed to J. The last name was easy to find and the dial easy to rotate, until your nerves choked you listening to the buzzing on the other end of the line. You wished he didn't answer, but you were also intrigued by the description. How is it that one of the players on the football team, who was supposedly well-hung and caught the attention of your little elite, was so relevant? And why didn't you know about him?

Your friends didn't focus on dragging unfortunate people through the mud, that's a high school girl thing. In college it was a matter of continuing to climb the ladder, maybe marrying a stockbroker from New York or becoming an intern at Vogue just so you could rub it in other people's faces.

And unfortunately for you, it was a Saturday night and of course this Jungkook guy would take the call. ‘I Can’t Quit You, Baby’ reverberated softly in the room, his breathing hitched and heavy. Had you woken him up? Suddenly, you were aware of all your senses, of the sense of the cassette filling up with frames of your stupid face trying to do a function as human and basic as talking, of the two shots running through your system. But oh…

"Hello?" His voice was raspy, sweet, a little nasal and whiny.

BJ squeezed your chin shaking it from side to side, enjoying your cowardice. Your face was toasted with a simple word.

“Jungkook?” You swallowed, your finger curling around the phone's pink cord.

"Who is it?" Complainant moved between the sheets until he was silent. “Fuck, it's two in the morning. Is this another one of the evangelical whores trying to sell me Bibles? I already told you what I would do to y'all if you called me again.”

And the threat sounded like a foreign promise that you wish you had heard alone. You looked at Steph who was drawing a cock next to his name, her eyes closed sensually as she stuck her tongue out.

“I just heard a rumor a couple of days ago and, you know, I haven't been able to sleep thinking about it being true.” Your voice turned to molasses, your eyebrows curled and your shoulders tensed in acted innocence.

“No, I don't sell pot. Is that it, princess?”

“Is it true that you have a big dick?” Steph, Liss and BJ were shocked. You stole the Malibu from one of them, you didn't even have the courage to talk to Jimin like that when you two were alone.

The girls ran as quietly as possible out of the room and down the stairs, opening the other phone to listen to Jungkook. But it was useless, since the person questioned did not respond. The camera already forgotten on the bed, you kneeling on the carpet hugging Liss's pink Care Bear between your legs.

A small laugh, the click of a lighter, a drag.

"What?" You could hear him reposition himself in his pillows. " You would like to know how big the weirdo in your class is, you fucking slut.”

No, ew.

“Yes, I say, if it is true.”

“How much would you like to know, mm?”

This wasn't the answer you were looking for, you thought maybe he would hesitate on your question or just hang up out of embarrassment. Maybe you should have stopped five more minutes and brought Clue or Guess Who? that was in your closet.

You thought about every face in the college hallways, about your boyfriend's friends, and about those you met at the mall or behind the movie theater on Sundays. None matched his voice.

“I told you I haven't been able to sleep for two nights, isn't that enough?”

“Maybe with a proper fuck you would relax, don't you think?”

You swallowed, letting your eyelids droop. Your hand approached the camera and you turned it to the wall so it could record its own reflection in the mirror.

“Can't talk, love? I thought you were the one who was going to play a lil' prank on me and leave me hard as a log on the other end of the line. What happened, do you really want me to crash this dick into your pretty pussy?” His laugh was mocking, he knew what he was saying and how he said it: with his hisses, deep tones; all through the smoke of an improvised cigarette in the late night.

You squeezed the bear between your legs and sighed.

“I've never been so…”

"Dirty? Badly spoken? Pleb?"

“So direct.”

“Isn't it so fucking good, though? Being able to say out loud that you think about my cock at night” The bass solo repeated itself like an angelic tune intertwined with his words.

It was hard to follow the joke when your panties started sticking to your lips with every word that came out of his mouth. Your friends had abandoned you so theycould listen downstairs and in the darkness of the room you could only imagine a headless body stretching your legs up to your shoulders, your pussy trying to make room to choke on the throbbing veins of an unknown dick.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” His question sounded like a command and your hips leaned forward, rubbing against the rough carpet.

"No."

"Ya' sure? Because just with your absence of words you have me squeezing my base. Can you imagine if you could take it all like a champ? I know whores like you, they dare to take on a whole team if they feel like it.”

His sly laugh was the last thing you could hear before hanging up the phone. You rose from the carpet searching for the cassette in Liss's camcorder, your thin fingers trembling as you destroyed the evidence of your pusillanimity and lust.

The three girls walked slowly to the room, all grouped on the bed like judges of the case. Looking for an explanation in your features but there was only one order.

“Nobody talk to Jimin about this, okay?”

The judges looked at each other, nodded in unison. Apparently bedtime approached earlier than expected and you were grateful that the alcohol had knocked out your friends so quickly.

You ran to the bathroom with the memory of his voice still fresh. The humidity still warm between your legs, you held onto the sink while you held back your moans, your forehead pressed against the mirror and your drool falling into the drain with the voracious hunger that only imagination can give.

[stopandimagineloveforever]

BURBANK, Calif. (April 16) – Today, Disney+ announced that “Let It Be,” director Michael Lindsay-Hogg’s original 1970 film about The Beatles, will launch exclusively on Disney+ May 8, 2024. This is the first time the film is available in over 50 years.

First released in May 1970 amidst the swirl of The Beatles’ breakup, “Let It Be” now takes its rightful place in the band’s history. Once viewed through a darker lens, the film is now brought to light through its restoration and in the context of revelations brought forth in Peter Jackson’s multiple Emmy Award®-winning docuseries, “The Beatles: Get Back.” Released on Disney+ in 2021, the docuseries showcases the iconic foursome’s warmth and camaraderie, capturing a pivotal moment in music history.

“Let It Be” contains footage not featured in the “Get Back” docuseries, bringing viewers into the studio and onto Apple Corps’ London rooftop in January 1969 as The Beatles, joined by Billy Preston, write and record their GRAMMY Award®-winning album Let It Be, with its Academy Award®-winning title song, and perform live for the final time as a group. With the release of “The Beatles: Get Back,” fan clamour for the original “Let It Be” film reached a fever pitch. With Lindsay-Hogg’s full support, Apple Corps asked Peter Jackson’s Park Road Post Production to dive into a meticulous restoration of the film from the original 16mm negative, which included lovingly remastering the sound using the same MAL de-mix technology that was applied to the “Get Back” docuseries.

“Let It Be” will debut exclusively on Disney+ May 8, 2024.

[philcollinsenjoyer]

1987 1997 2000 andddddd 2022 HI 😁😋🥰

1987- obviouslyyyyyy dirty dancing my love my everything dirty dancing 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

1997- the full monty i won't rest till everyone has seen the heartwarming friendship middle age strip tease movie

2000 now i could be laughing and joking around and saying two of us 2000 dir michael lindsay hogg but it's billy elliot and this is serious business billy elliot it not a joke to me

2022- the banshees of inisherin 😁😁😁😁😁 and second place to my beautiful girl nope that i got to see in theaterssss

[beatleskinkmeme]

Beatles Kink Meme Tags (Characters)

Characters

John ; Paul ; George ; Ringo ; All Beatles ; Any beatle

john and paul ; john and george ; john and ringo ; paul and george ; paul and ringo ; george and ringo

Allen Klein ; Andy Warhol ; Beatle girls ; Billy Preston ; Bob Dylan ; Brian Epstein ; Cilla Black ; Cynthia ; Dave Grohl ; David Bailey ; David Bowie ; Denis O' Dell ; Denny Laine ; Dhani ;Ed Sullivan ; Elvis Costello ; Faul ; Fred Seaman ; George Martin ; Harry Nilsson ; Heather McCartney; Ian James ;Icke Braun ; Ivan Vaughan ; Jane ; Jimi Hendrix ; Jim McCartney ; Jimmy McCulloch ; Jimmie Nicol ; John Dunbar ; John look alike ; Julian ; Jurgen Vollmer ; Klaus Voorman ; Linda ; Little Richard; Lord Snowden ; Maggie McGivern ; Mal Evans ; Martha ; Maureen Starkey ; May Pang ; Michael Jackson ; Michael Lindsay Hogg ; Mick Jagger ; Mike McCartney ; Mimi Smith ; Pattie Boyd ; Pete Best ; Peter Asher ; Pete Townshend ; Robert Fraser ; Ronnie Spector ; Royston Ellis ; Sean ; Stuart ; Tara Browne ; Yoko ; Reader Insert

[sapphirepolexia]

who did you meet?? :D

oh man, well it just took me like 45 mins to make this list and these people (and/or bands) are all clearly varying degrees of “famous” but-

- julian lennon

- steven spielberg

- jessica lange

- zachary quinto

- the jonas brothers (and dnce)

- demi lovato

- jon bon jovi

- elvis costello

- keke palmer

- julianne moore

- billy porter

- aaron tveit

- ariana grande

- halsey

- bo burnham

- aminé

- annaleigh ashford

- the struts

- dave le’aupepe (and all of gang of youths)

- drake bell (yikes 😵‍💫)

- rob schwartzman

- david henrie

- alexander hodge

- andrew schulz

- david johansen

- nicholas megalis

- honor society

- michael lindsay-hogg

- steve cropper

- kurtis conner

- claire danes

- miel (from vine)

- houndmouth

- may pang (if you count her as famous?)

most of these are not very exciting at all lol but i’m currently waiting for my laundry so i had nothing better to do with my time than make this list 😅 probably forgetting someone big idk

[thecrimecrypt]

Crimes That Shook Britain (North East)

John Darwin In March 2002, John Darwin, 51, paddled out to sea in his canoe near his Hartlepool home. He never returned Coastguard rescue teams and police searched for him, but all they found was Darwin's paddle.

Several weeks later, the wreckage of his canoe washed up on a beach. With no body found by April 2003, John Darwin was declared dead. His widow Anne and their two sons grieved. Until December 2007 - when Darwin walked into a police station, claiming to have amnesia.

John Darwin was reunited with his sons and Anne, who'd moved to Panama, was delighted. Only, a pjoto emerged of Anne and John in Panama, together in 2006. The couple had actually faked John's death to claim his £250,000 life insurance.

Both Darwins were jailed for over six years - him for obtaining cash by deception, her for deception and money laundering.

Michael Atherton New Year's Day 2012 - taxi driver Michael Atherton, 42, shot dead his partner Susan McGoldrick, 47, her sister Alison Turnbull, 44, and niece Tanya Turnbull, 24, at his home in Peterlee. He then turned the gun on himself.

His stepdaughter survived after fleeing via a window. It emerged Atherton had a history of domestic violence. He blamed Alison for his arrest in 2008, after a row. When he discovered Susan had gone out with her sister that night, he said there'd be trouble if he saw Alison at his home. He said he'd stay in a hotel.

Yet the women arrived home before he'd left. A row erupted and Atherton got his gun from the car.

Mary Bell On 25 May 1968, the day before her 11th birthday, Mary Bell strangled Martin Brown, 4. His body was found in a derelict house in Newcastle.

Two months later, Mary enlisted a 13-year-old friend to help strangle Brian Howe, 3. His mutilated body was found on waste ground. When detectives questioned local children, Mary and her friend acted strangely, their stories changing. Officers soon realised Mary was a killer.

The friend was acquitted and gave evidence against Mary. The court heard Mary committed the crimes 'for the pleasure and excitement of killing'. Mary Bell was convicted of manslaughter on the grounds of diminished responsibility. She was sentenced to life in detention, released aged 23, and given a new identity.

Raoul Moat Two days after being released from prison on 3 July 2010, Raoul Moat, 37, from Newcastle, went on the rampage with a sawn-off shotgun.

First he shot his ex Samantha Stobbart and her new partner Chris Brown. While on the run in Rothbury, Moat shot police officer David Rathboand in the face. Brown was killed, Stobbart injured and PC Rathboand blinded.

Police deployed armed officers in one of Britain's biggest manhunts. In a letter left with a friend, Moat declared war on officers, saying that he wouldn't stop 'until I am dead'. On 9 July, police tracked Moat to the river Coquet, leading to a stand-off. Police negotiated, but Moat shot himself the next morning.

Sadly, David Rathboand later took his own life.

Billy Dunlop - Double Jeopardy Pizza delivery girl Julie Hogg, 22, disappeared in November 1989. Eighty days later, her mother Ann found her decomposing, partially mutilated body behind a bath panel in Ann's Billingham home.

Julie's ex Billy Dunlop was charged with murder, yet juries at two trials failed to reach a verdict. He was cleared. The double jeopardy law (which meant Dunlop could not be tried again) meant he thought he'd got away with murder for 17 years.

Ann fought for double jeopardy laws to be scrapped and, in 2003. MPs backed changes allowing serious cases with compelling new evidence to be reopened. Dunlop pleaded guilty to murder in 2006, was jailed for life.

Gary Vinter = Freed to Kill Again Gary Vinter killed colleague Carl Edon, 22, in a railway workers' cabin in 1995. Vinter stabbed him 37 times, puncturing every organ. He was jailed for life, but released in 2006, after serving 10 years.

In July 2006, he married Anne White. But Vinter was recalled to prison after a New Year pub brawl. Released again in early 2008, he separated from Anne after attacking her at their home in Eston, Middlesbrough. That February, Vinter bundled his estranged wife into a car.

After holding her hostage at his mother's house, he stabbed Anne to death. He was jailed for life. In 2011, Vinter attacked Roy Whiting - killer of schoolgirl Sarah Payne - in jail.

In 2016, he received a third life sentence for trying to murder fellow 'life' Lee Newell behind bars.

[catb-fics]

Billy said Van “probably has undiagnosed ADHD” and I think it should be a little less recklessly addressed. This is coming from someone who’s diagnosed with ADHD. I see a lot of myself in Van. I’m not diagnosing Van nor encouraging anyone to diagnose anyone or even speculate regarding it. You can do much more harm than good and spread misinformation. This is purely for reference and advocacy.

ADHD often presents itself as communication, listening, and regulation issues when it’s really not that at all. The ADHD brain is pretty much always overstimulated (overwhelmed) or understimulated (incredibly bored) which can translate into many issues minor and major. Thoughts can jump over one another and while it makes sense to them in their head, they jump way past where their peers are and can appear as if they only care about themselves. If someone goes untreated or even undiagnosed, they may not have the skills to self regulate or even understand the symptoms they’re dealing with. When conflict arises between someone with ADHD and someone without it who don’t know what’s going on, it can easily destroy relationships. This is why a lot of athletes and musicians end up announcing they have ADHD. This is what gives them an outlet to put that energy into something that interests them. Not saying Van definitely has ADHD but it does seem like there’s some correlation. Alex Hogg on tiktok talks about very well if anyone wants to learn about it.

Hiya thank you for all this information anon, it’s so interesting to get some real insight. I agree we should be so careful making assumptions based on just a few small parts of a person that we’ve seen. I think we all stereotype a little without meaning to. I can definitely see how this could put a huge strain on relationships especially with a lack of awareness.

[dankusner]

Sinead — ATX, Oct, 28, 2007. Hogg Auditorium.

Am I Not Your Girl?

Sinéad O’Connor lays down at the Hogg.

For her first full-length concert in Austin, Sinéad O’Connor performed much vocal shoegazing Sunday.

She opened with “The Emperor’s New Clothes,” her upbeat hit from 1990’s I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got, followed by “I Am Stretched on Your Grave” from the same recording.

“You Made Me the Thief of Your Heart” was a rarity plucked from the In the Name of the Father soundtrack (which made me pine for her glorious one-off “Ode to Billy Joe"), “The Lamb’s Book of Life,” from 2000’s Faith & Courage, and “Never Get Old,” which she introduced as “a song I wrote when I was 15.”

O’Connor sang beautifully, dressed in a man’s gray suit, hair still resolutely cropped, but only a handful of times did she seem truly engaged by her music.

O’Connor’s career boasts little gray area but a lot of black and white.

For an artistic subculture that loves rebels, her prickly passions have brought her more grief than respect among her fellow rock icons over the years.

Still, her voice is a remarkable instrument, a rich and gorgeous tone that’s at once solid and ethereal.

She shimmered on “Something Beautiful” and “If You Had a Vineyard” from her latest CD, Theology.

O’Connor ranks vocally with contemporaries Loreena McKennitt and Annie Lennox, meaning that what you want from them in concert is that aural rush, the moment that makes the blood warm and sends goosebumps up your spine.

That moment never really happened, even when she broached her best-known hit “Nothing Compares to U” and another soundtrack nugget, “Back Where You Belong,” from the upcoming film The Water Horse.

The poorly-fitting suit really bothered me.

I’ve seen K.D. Lang in men’s suits looking like a sharp-dressed woman and understand the desire to de-objectify women.

I get that she doesn’t want to be sexualized, but to dress so carelessly indicates equal disdain for the audience, to whom music is a kind of beauty.

McKennitt and Lang avoid bowing to the traditional notion of alluring feminine stagewear and manage to look as elegant or quirky as their music sounds.

O'Connor looked and performed like your dear dyke friend who stars at the neighborhood lesbian bar’s karaoke night.

If O’Connor really wants to challenge notions of propriety, why not embrace womanhood more radically, rather than rejecting the stereotypes with a predictable response like wearing a man’s suit?

How about dressing like one of the DeDanaan in a set designed with standing stones and sheela-na-gigs?

See, she could so easily be the Pied Piper leading adoring fans into the ancient Irish mist, for her voice hearkens to the Celtic heritage deep in her bones and it resonated so gorgeously on Sean-Nós Nua.

It’s when she moves away from the politics that she truly takes on the guise of bard or skald (assuming she’s got some Viking in her somewhere), singing and speaking to our hearts and souls.

But that’s unlikely to happen.

Sinéad O’Connor’s stock-in-trade is her self-appointed role as rabble-rouser with a cause and to that end, she’s done a damn fine job.

[lavelled]

the halfwit couplet. 

The crux of it was inhumane tragedy, racial falsehoods from a saleswoman, and you mocking bullied young victims on the Internet through your own unchecked print and digital campaign.

“X Confirms It’s Moving Out of San Francisco.” Ah. You’re denying me cable cars or you’re referencing Alcatraz Island. I’m good. I’ve got Nicolas Cage.

What seems to be happening is a professional-failure of a prince is toying with sympathetic members of the public over a painful and deadly disease known as cancer that, Kate, a princess, does not have so he can claim sexual first-ness with a woman who says no. “Continues to battle” is tied canopy bedding.

A news quip signifying nothing on counterfeit spouse’s sister. You should know that in his fused code: half-sibling means half. Of 8. Four. Harry had Samantha be photographed hand-delivering a sealed letter outside Kensington after his blowhard wedding. Google it. A wheelchaired reminder that after decades, not a burden lifted, a hermetic life was still immobile and childless.

Days of Thunder. The actors play assigned roles in whistling arrow flight. Robert Duvall plays Harry Hogge. English actor, Cary Elwes, plays Russ Wheeler. J.C. Quinn plays Waddell. Randy Quaid is Tim Daland. The Wales’ pedophilia is well-driven in turbo banked curves on a track. I was sixteen at filming. Your dad views little girls as melty fresh-snow lovers. Actor J. C. Quinn died in Ciudad Juárez, Mexico, which are his initials and in no way means anything in the worst possible ways.

AP Archive YouTube video: UK: PRINCE WILLIAM & PRINCE HARRY AT HIGHGROVE 1999. William drives on gravel in a white car, a red L near the headlight. Alas, K. He’s next to Harry, decked out in green, and they coordinate a synchronized dance where we see nothing but elbows and a ghostgirl of a certain age because love. Charles goes to the middle. Twerp rubs his nose. Stupid, if you ask me. And yeah, red jacket and dual camera gents.

We lifted tech-lord camo for Archillect, Murat Pak, Elon Musk, Piers Morgan, Spencer Morgan, Bill Ackman, and Donald Trump. Morbid wordsmith of: “I’m sad to announce, my father Donald Trump has passed away. I will be running for president in 2024.” Donald Jr’s page. For Tom. Sad is happy. Happy is Harry. Harry is a dead-eyed sociopath, next stop, the asylum, haha, I hate this. I left twitter poolside. He compared poisoned Skittles to refugees (altruism). Junior means jailer.

The world is done with code we’d rather block out, with underage under-priced contracts, your family and wife.

Verne Troyer—comedian and sidekick in Austin Powers and Harry Potter films—suicide. April 21, 2018. One month before your wedding.

Kieron Durkan—English footballer—suicide. At 44-years-old, he was found dead in his car in Wigg Island Park, UK. Three months before your wedding.

Greg Boyed—New Zealand journalist, broadcaster, marathon runner—took his life while on a family holiday in Switzerland. Three months after your wedding.

Kolya Vasin—Russian writer and music historian—jumped from a gallery shopping centre. At the young parkouring age of 73. Three months after your wedding.

Kagney Linn Karter—born Christina Abbey in Harris County, Texas—singer, dancer, porn actress in adult parodies of Silence Of The Lambs and Not Married with Children, which is badass given her chosen name. A few months ago, she shot herself in the mouth with a shotgun.

Duangphet Phromthep—At 13, was Thai captain of that junior football team rescued from a trapped cave in 2018. He won a football scholarship to England. At the Brooke House College Football Academy, he committed suicide. Valentine’s Day. He was 17.

Lee Sun-kyun—Screen Actors Guild Award-winner—best known as the dad in the con-artist thriller, Parasite, thematically about class and society and the rich Park family versus the destitute Kim clan. Lee died by suicide in a car at a park in Seoul, a charcoal briquette in the passenger seat.

Billy Miller—thrice-time Emmy Award-winning actor—traveled to Austin, Texas to commit suicide from a gun to the head. Last year. September 15. He guest starred on Suits as MARCUS.

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Romeo and Juliet style, Stu thinks it's probably something a romantic and good boyfriend would do. He's done it enough times with Billy, crawling through windows or breaking in the back door uninvited, so it couldn't be so difficult to do it with Tatum, right? He's hoping, for a better lack of tact, that the outcome will at least be the same. Kissing, hands in hair, hot breath, muffled noises least anyone hear —

It's never really been an easy task, climbing through windows. Especially with how gangly and awkward he was. He hadn't quite grown into all his limbs yet, so swinging lanky legs up into the barely open window and using his weight and all his strength to open the window further and haul himself through it was some effort, he'll have you know!

So, imagine his surprise when his victory of finally rolling through the window was cut short and replaced with panic.

It takes him a moment to assess the situation the second his back hits the floor, one foot flailing up awkwardly as he attempts to right himself quickly - but everything is off. The room isn't decorated to suit Tatum and her vibe. The bed is in the wrong section, the room seems a bit smaller, and there's a man standing in the middle of it with one foot in his jeans and the other leg lifted, bent at the knee.

Deputy fucking Dookie, on the case, it seemed.

Scrambling from his spot on the floor, it would have made far more sense for Stu to go out the way he came in, but in his mad dash to avoid a hit, grab, or punch, Stu throws himself out of Dewey's room and down the hall a bit toward Tatum's. He throws the door open to her room, tripping over his own feet and nearly face planting - but he catches his balance, righting himself quickly in order to slam her door shut and lean his entire weight against it.

He doesn't hear Dewey coming, but that didn't mean he wasn't loading up to come hunt him down, or something.

"Babe, I fucked up." He stage whispers, blues flicking about the room quickly before finally landing on the blonde. He smiles lightly at her upon finally seeing her, one arm shifting from behind his back to present to her ... a wilted, broken-stemmed flower from the garden bed of her neighbor, ta-da — !!

"Is Boss Hogg gonna come fuck me up, or do you think I shocked him enough into believing he hallucinated?" His small smile grows to a toothy grin, though he remains leaned against the door ( just in case ). "I crawled through his window ... thought it was yours."