#craig fuller

[krispyweiss]

Little Feat with Los Lobos at PNC Pavilion, Cincinnati, Ohio, June 18, 2024

When writing about a two-band gig, journalistic norms dictate leading with the headliner. But where Little Feat and Los Lobos are concerned, such guidelines are bunk.

For on June 18 at Cincinnati’s PNC Pavilion, support act Lobos, a band with its core quartet in place for 51 years, was the brightest star on a stage shared with the recently reconstituted Feat, with original keyboardist and onstage traffic cop Bill Payne; Dixie Chicken-era members Sam Clayton (percussion) and Kenny Gradney (bass); Let it Roll arrival Fred Tackett on guitar, mandolin and trumpet; and new additions Tony Leone on drums and Paul Barrere vocals and Scott Sharrard on guitar and Lowell George vocals.

What the fans who filled some one-third of the venue’s 4,000 seats received in return for braving the outdoor sauna was an hour from one of America’s longest-running and stable bands - horn/keyboard man Steve Berlin joined in 1982 - and 90 minutes from the world’s-best Little Feat tribute act with members of Los Lobos sitting in on multiple cuts.

It was still near 90 degrees when Los Lobos wrapped at 9 p.m., yet the fans dancing to the Grateful Dead’s “Bertha,” which morphed out of “Not Fade Away,” rewarded the group with a standing ovation. And Cesar Rosas (guitar, percussion, vocals), Conrad Lozano (bass), Louie Pérez (guitar, jaraña, drums), David Hidalgo (guitar, accordion, vocals), Berlin and touring drummer Alfredo Ortiz earned the accolades with a career- and-genre-spanning set bridging decades, cultures and influences.

The sextet opened with “Flat Top Box” and “Love Special Delivery” from 2021’s covers album, Native Sons, songs that featured Berlin’s baritone saxophone underscoring the 1950s vibe. Hidalgo’s Hendrixian guitar solo on the latter added trippy color to the song Rosas typically calls “LSD.”

It was off to the stratosphere from there with Lozano, who spent the gig seated on his amp, and Ortiz signaling a deep-pocketed “Dream in Blue” with an extended sax solo from Berlin. Rosas was on maracas and Pérez on jaraña for “Maricela,” instrumentation that would be reprised later on “Chuco’s Cumbia.”

Jazz was the hallmark of a 10-minute plea for peace on “The Neighborhood;” blues and a dedication to John Lee Hooker on “Don’t Worry Baby;” and the band looked to the East (“Kiko and the Lavender Moon”) and South (“Georgia Slop”) when Hidalgo strapped on a squeezebox and Pérez retuned temporarily to his original spot behind the kit.

Though Lobos’ opening set was necessarily truncated, Berlin, Hidalgo and Rosas had more stage time to come, as each sat in during Feat’s performance, bookended with “Fat Man in the Bathtub” and “Feats Don’t Fail Me Now.” Harmonica blower Michael LoBue also appeared for “Mellow Down Easy” (with Hidalgo) and “Long Distance Call” (Rosas) from Sam’s Place, the band’s 2024 blues covers album with Clayton on lead vocals.

These songs, Payne’s “Oh Atlanta,” and 1988’s “Hate to Lose Your Lovin’” sounded like the band that recorded them, as Sharrard (Gregg Allman Band) is more adept at channeling Craig Fuller than George.

Other tracks from Feat’s golden era were less successful. “Willin’” featured a mandolin solo and was akin to John Mayer singing “Ripple” for Dead & Company; Leone (Chris Robinson Botherhood) didn’t quite capture the essence of “Old Folks Boogie;” and “Dixie Chicken” - outfitted with trumpet, bass and synth solos - lost its momentum in the gratuitous showcases.

But “Cold, Cold, Cold,” “A Apolitical Blues,” “Spanish Moon” and “Skin it Back” - the latter two with Berlin reading charts from a piece of paper taped to a mic stand and honking on a baritone sax - almost sounded like Little Feat. Not quite. But almost.

In the end, Los Lobos met the absurdly high expectations that come with being the best live band in America on any given night, while Little Feat exceeded the more-modest hopes for a group of veterans and ringers.

Grade card: Little Feat with Los Lobos at PNC Pavilion - 6/18/24 - B/A

6/19/24

[filosofablogger]

♫ Amie ♫

As I mentioned a few nights ago, our friend Keith sent me an email with three song suggestions earlier this week, and today’s is the third of his titles!  (Feel free to send me some suggestions to help me out, friends!) This is one that a line or two periodically pop into my head for no particular reason, but I hadn’t given thought to the song in its entirety for a long time!  I’m generally not a…

[crewofthecreek]

The Sleepover Chronicles - Title Cards

Designed and painted by Benjamin Anders

Backgrounds designed by Cory Fuller, Santino Lascano and Mariel Rodriguez

Episodes start airing June 1st on Cartoon Network (and next day on Max!)

[thesecretingredientislove]

The void.

[craig-parker-cravings]

I just love this and all of them. Wish I had this.

[letterboxd-loggd]

Shock Corridor (1963) Samuel Fuller

June 24th 2024

[collincountymagazine]

McKinney TX stories: Veterans Memorial Park honors those who gave their lives; U.S. Marine Ronnie "RD" Foster's legacy

R.D. Foster tribute to Navy Seal Chris Kyle: “I want to live a cowboy’s life”

[redmyeyes]

Fellow Travelers sex scenes

I can't stop thinking about what Matt and Jonny keep repeating over and over again in interviews, regarding the FT sex scenes. That, in the writing and filming it was important that:

No two scenes were the same.

Every sex scene informed the story.

The characters were not the same before the scene as they were after. That they were changed by it.

So, let's talk about them.

"Pretend"

establishment of hawk's usual modus operandi -- brief fucks with strangers. he keeps a tight rein on his desires and won't allow himself to want more.

2. "Fold them."

establishing dynamics, hawk is in control, tim is being (happily) led. par for the course for hawk (or is it?)

3. "I'm your boy, right?"

tim can play, too. this dynamic is not one-way. the 'power' in this relationship definitely does not lie solely with hawk. you might even say this flips the power dynamic on its head. hawk is GONE.

4. "Do you like it this way? Your life, like this?"

not a sex scene, but one of the first slow, tender aftermaths. clear now that, for both of them, this goes much much deeper than just sex.

5. "I belong to Hawkins Fuller."

tim showing that he's willing to meet hawk on his level. the submission and dominance are so intertwined here they can't be separated. it's the willingness of that submission, the willingness of that Belonging, that changes everything.

and tim begging (through provocation) hawk to acknowledge him / what they have, out loud. "who do you belong to" = "i love you, i need you, tell me you need me too."

6. "It's your turn tonight."

a fucked-up goodbye, on hawk's part. he really thinks this might be the last time he's allowed to see tim, and he says 'i love you' the only way he knows how -- with his body, with service.

7. "Your Honor, I stand before you accused of being sweet."

crucially, not a sex scene. even more crucially, there is no sex at all in episode 5, where they separate for the first (and, they think, last) time. instead, we're shown what they're really giving up -- this too sweet (painfully sweet) domesticity.

8. "We don't have to do what we used to do."

the horribly empty aftermath. where they give in to "sex", of a sort, but it's dry and horrifically painful and NOT AT ALL what either of them want. because what they want is intimacy, not sex. and they're not allowed this.

9. "Stay with me."

the botched threesome, where craig is an afterthought, an excuse for hawk and tim to be together, and even then, horrifically painful in the way they LONG for each other and for what they can't have.

10. "I want you to fuck me."

a true surrender. again, hawk showing what he wants the only way he knows how -- through his body -- giving tim his willing submission, body, heart and soul.

11. "We'll be colleagues. We'll see each other every day."

not technically a sex scene, but the truest expression of them 'making love' that we ever get on screen. returning to #1, it's the polar opposite of what hawk had previously allowed himself, and it's what he really wants -- all the intimacy he'll shortly be sacrificing.

12. "That better?" "Oh yeah."

finally, finally, after all those years, a return to the true intimacy they were craving.

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | Fire Island Fics (1970s Era): Part Two

An assortment of fics prominently featuring Fire Island and/or the 70s era… not necessarily together. Some time travel or fics that span decades including the 70s or Fire Island adjacent.

🔥 Check out Part One here!

✨ Show the authors some love with your comments and kudos after reading. Likes are lovely, but please reblog this post to share this content with your mutuals! ✨

🏝️ These Foolish Things [E, 23K] by @phoenix-ascended | phoenix_ascended After the awful, disastrous three-way with Craig and Hawk on Fire Island, Tim comes down to breakfast, fully expecting Rafael to walk him to the ferry.

He walks down the short corridor to the few steps that lead into the living room, half-dreading that Hawk will have just gone straight back to the bump, anything to deaden the pain. Instead, he’s sitting at the table in a floral silk robe, red-rimmed eyes, fingernails bitten down to the quick.

“Everyone else still asleep?” Tim asks, as he puts his brown leather bag down near the door, hesitating to join Hawk at the table. He feels overdressed, as he has so often these last few days, in his checked flannel over a white T-shirt, his jeans where everyone else has been in shorts or less.

“I… kicked them out.” Hawk’s voice is rough, the echoes of his sobbing last night, inconsolable in Tim’s arms. He almost sounds surprised at himself, unsure that what he’s saying is true.

A canon-divergent fix-it where Tim stays in Fire Island for an extra week while Hawk detoxes, and they discover whether they can trust each other with their truth.

🔥 do i stay or do i bruise [E, 15K] by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup Tim gets into the time loop on Fire Island, living the same three days over and over. 🏝️ Kiss of Summer [NR, 5K]💠 by drabbleswabbles After a memorable first date, Tim gets an invitation to Fire Island.

Part 2 of A Kiss Is Just A Kiss

(Not Quite) Fire Island, Adjacent and other 70s Era Fics

🏝️ make it feel like home [NR, 2K] by @alorchik | alorchik Jackson returns home, haunted by his struggles and fears. Amidst his father’s quiet care, he searches for hope, fearing it may already be too late.

🔥 right or wrong i can't get along without you [NR, 15K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Jackson Fuller disappears and everyone fears the worst - until he turns up in San Francisco asking Tim for help.

💠 Authors: If your tumblr (or other socials) isn't linked, and you'd like it to be, let me know and I'll be happy to add it. Or, if you're linked already, and you'd rather not be, please contact me to remove it.

[vintagetvstars]

Hot Vintage TV Men’s Bracket - Round 2

Round 2 (All Polls)

Dick Van Dyke Vs. Russell Johnson

Claude Rains Vs. Patrick Troughton

Eric Idle Vs. Michael Nesmith

Ted Danson Vs. Demond Wilson

Robin Williams Vs. John de Lancie

Andrew Robinson Vs. Brent Spiner

Colm Meaney Vs. LeVar Burton

John Hurt Vs. Hugh Laurie

John Corbett Vs. Skeet Ulrich

Timothy Olyphant Vs. Eric Close

Jonathan Frid Vs. Ted Cassidy

John Astin Vs. Cesar Romero

Woody Harrelson Vs. Dean Butler

Henry Winkler Vs. Wayne Rogers

Tom Selleck Vs. Ron Perlman

Anthony Head Vs. Mitch Pileggi

Will Smith Vs. John Stamos

Luke Perry Vs. Matthew Perry

David Tennant Vs. Seth Green

Rik Mayall Vs. Richard Ayoade

James Garner Vs. George Maharis

Larry Hagman Vs. DeForest Kelley

Alan Alda Vs. Walter Koenig

Fred Rogers Vs. Peter Davison

Avery Brooks Vs. James Earl Jones

Jonathan Frakes Vs. Michael Dorn

John Shea Vs. Danny John-Jules

Sylvester McCoy Vs. Patrick Stewart

Keith Hamilton Cobb Vs. Michael Shanks

Andre Braugher Vs. Tony Shalhoub

Robert Fuller Vs. Michael Landon

Clint Eastwood Vs. Richard Dean Anderson

Jimmy Smits Vs. Billy Dee Williams

David Soul Vs. Ricardo Montalban

Michael Praed Vs. Kyle MacLachlan

Spencer Rochfort Vs. Sean Bean

Michael Horse Vs. Christian Kane

Alexander Siddig Vs. David Wenham

George Clooney Vs. Scott Cohen

Tom Welling Vs. Paolo Montalban

George Takei Vs. Kabir Bedi

Leonard Nimoy Vs. Jon Pertwee

Desi Arnaz Vs. Jamie Farr

Mike Farrell Vs. Peter Falk

Luke Halpin Vs. Micky Dolenz

Gene Anthony Ray Vs. Craig Charles

Charles Shaughnessy Vs. Joseph Marcell

Jeffrey Combs Vs. Tim Russ

Daniel Dae Kim Vs. Connor Trinneer

Rob Lowe Vs. Blair Underwood

David McCallum Vs. Dean Stockwell

Richard Chamberlain Vs. Robert Wagner

Jeremy Brett Vs. Simon Williams

Erik Estrada Vs. David Hasselhoff

Ron Glass Vs. Scott Bakula

Bruce Campbell Vs. James Marsters

David Duchovny Vs. Dana Ashbrook

Garrett Wang Vs. Michael J. Fox

David Boreanaz Vs. Nicholas Lea

Milo Ventimiglia Vs. Jensen Ackles

Rod Serling Vs. Robert Vaughn

Pierce Brosnan Vs. Sam Neill

Timothy Dalton Vs. Colin Firth

Nathan Fillion Vs. Neil Patrick Harris

[krispyweiss]

Album Review: Little Feat - Sam’s Place

The new Little Feat do a respectable job of mimicking the old Little Feat - mostly on account of Bill Payne’s barroom piano and Scott Sharrard’s slide guitar - but the band erred gravely by turning all lead vocals over to Sam Clayton.

The percussionist’s voice sounds nothing like the one he used on the sinewy “Feel the Groove” from 1979’s Down on the Farm. And his contemporary, half-spoken growl quickly grows tiresome across the eight covers and one original that make up Sam’s Place, named not for the singer, but for Sam Phillips Recording Studio, where Feat made the album.

So while dropping the needle on any single track - the acoustic blues of “Long Distance Call” with Bonnie Raitt on co-lead vocals or the gritty call-and-response shuffle of “Don’t Go No Further,” for instance - is satisfying, the 40-minute album is a slog.

And that’s mostly on Clayton. For the Muddy Waters and Willie Dixon songs are timeless. And the new Little Feat - with Sharrard and drummer Tony Leone joining original member Payne; Dixie Chicken arrivals Clayton and bassist Kenny Gradney; and post-Lowell George addition Fred Fackett on guitar - is the best since the Craig Fuller days. But Clayton cannot carry an album at the mic.

Grade card: Little Feat - “Sam’s Place” - D

5/22/24

[muzaktomyears]

I know there's a lot of answers out there for this question, but personally like what do you think are the best beatle books to read? Like what's the best for you?

hello anon! I'm hyperfixated so I'll read pretty much anything on them tbh. I do like to read the more anecdotal stuff because I love gossip lol - and some of them can be so revealing (both of the Beatles themselves and the authors). But I'll read and have enjoyed lots of stuff: the big biogs, memoirs, fan accounts, academic studies, that novel by Paul's ex publicist.

anyway, here's the list of Beatles books I've read all the way through and what rating out of 5 I'd give them. The books I've rated highest have generally been the big biographies just because I think they tend to say more and tell a fuller story, since obvs that's their purpose, so they're a more satisfying read. My ratings are based on a random combo of what they can tell us about the Beatles, how interesting I find them historiographically/as Beatles reception, and how much I enjoyed reading them.

★★★★★

One Two Three Four: The Beatles in Time (Craig Brown)

The Beatles: The Authorised Biography (Hunter Davies)

Shout!: The True Story of the Beatles (Philip Norman)

Love Me Do!: The Beatles' Progress (Michael Braun)

Can't Buy Me Love: The Beatles, Britain, and America (Jonathan Gould)

The Man Who Gave the Beatles Away: The Amazing True Story of the Beatles' Early Years (Allan Williams & William Marshall)

★★★★☆

The Love you Make: An Insider's Story of the Beatles (Peter Brown & Steven Gaines)

Backbeat: Stuart Sutcliffe - The Lost Beatle (Alan Clayson & Pauline Sutcliffe)

The Gospel According to the Beatles (Steve Turner)

Lennon vs. McCartney: The Beatles, Inter-band Relationships and the Hidden Messages to Each Other in Their Song Lyrics (Adam Thomas)

Beatle! The Pete Best Story (Pete Best & Patrick Doncaster)

Dreaming the Beatles: The Love Story of One Band and the Whole World (Rob Sheffield)

A Cellarful of Noise (Brian Epstein)

Waiting for the Beatles: An Apple Scruff's Story (Carol Bedford)

John (Cynthia Lennon)

John Lennon: In My Life (Pete Shotton & Nicholas Schaffner)

Summer of Love: The Making of Sgt. Pepper (George Martin with William Pearson)

★★★☆☆

John, Paul & Me Before the Beatles: The True Story of the Very Early Days (Len Garry)

The Beatles and Me on Tour (Ivor Davis)

A Twist of Lennon (Cynthia Lennon)

At the Apple's Core: The Beatles from the Inside (Denis O'Dell with Bob Neaverson)

The Guitar's All Right as a Hobby, John (Kathy Burns)

With the Beatles (Alistair Taylor)

The Day John Met Paul: An Hour-By-Hour Account of How the Beatles Began (Jim O'Donnell)

The Beatles: I Was There (Richard Houghton)

All Our Loving: A Beatle Fan's Memoir (Carolyn Lee Mitchell & Michael Munn)

Rock Bottom (Geoff Baker)

Once There Was a Way: What if the Beatles Stayed Together? (Bryce Zabel)

Like Some Forgotten Dream: What if the Beatles Hadn't Split Up? (Daniel Rachel)

Dylan, Lennon, Marx and God (Jon Stewart)

Paul is Undead: The British Zombie Invasion (Alan Goldsher)

★★☆☆☆

Paperback Writer (Mark Shipper)

[feelingpure]

“I'm sure you don't want to come, considering what a fucking self-righteous bore you've turned into!”

When I catch Hawkins Fuller:

Further live reactions under the cut, because wuifdbivfyisvdtusdyif I need to yell about whatever tf else is gonna take place.

THEY GOT MY BOY DOING BLOW Y'ALL 😭 (ok it's the late 70s so yes everyone is doing coke, and he didn't do it like a novice, but I'm still blaming them idc). And the finger sucking... we'll come back to that at some point lmao. What is going awn?

Ok, now he's been fed pills on the dance floor. 😂 Anyway the soundtrack is banging, so now i'm like (booging to forget):

Not this being-jealous-of-craig thing pls.

Tim is... not looking like he's having a good time anymore. 😭

And something's happening with the rest on the dancefloor. I'm feeling very anxious.

Marcus and Frankie having a domestic at his work place. “I have news for you. You are a big chocolate gay man.” and his student is watching in the background. 👀 Ok Marcus, time to confront some things (I hope)! And then he said THAT, and then he did THAT. Omg, the way Frankie yeeted him 😭 everyone is in pain.

Skippy is very 💅 here. And I can't decide if I fully hate Craig or... he's v annoying but also lol?

The boyfriends are fighting! Aaaaahhh, GET HIM TIM!

Ok suddenly something very different is happening... also that Tim/Hawk kiss, yes! (it was a lil slutty, but that's all I've been wanting). OH I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS WTF IS HAPPENING OMG WFQOVBSDVBSFJKB!

Nvm... it's not happening, even though Hawk tried to force their heads together like a kid playing with 2 dolls. Cause look at his face peaking from between theirs hahah. 😂 Anyway... WHEN DID CRAIG TAKE HIS SHORTS OFF LMAOOO?! They just weren't there all of a sudden??!!

WAIT I'M ACTUALLY SCREAMING. IT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING NOW (via some v questionable words from Hawk but).

👀👀👀 WAIT WHAT-- WHVBDLAD. So Hawk can get it up if Skippy is there. Alright. And Craig's dirty foot just hanging out right there as they kiss aaahhh lol. Ok, apparently I've hit the image limit haha, but there's a lot of limbs in places... and someone is calling me rn so I have to pause wtf. 😭😭😭

So I came back after I finished watching it and. Well well, that was a terrible time to pause ietbhfvebigadwn!!! Anyway, I'd keep blabbing on next to more caps if it'd let me.

But just... that whole episode was A LOT. The way things escalated, the way scenes turned upside down and then back again. The explosive husband arguments! The ending to that threesome was wild. The final 70s Tim/Hawk scene. OUCH.

Yes, Hawk's been hurt but. Hm, I have a lot of feelings, will probs have to be a separate post if I get the chance. There's too much to dissect. All in all; I am a Tim Laughlin warrior, and if you're yelling at him Hawk then I'm gonna have to yell at you.

[jules-has-notes]

Aca Top 10: Sitcom Themes — VoicePlay music video

Since the emergence of TV sitcoms in the mid-20th century, part of their enduring charm has been the catchy songs that accompany the opening credits. There's something reassuring about a familiar tune that indicates whatever problems the quippy characters might face will be resolved in less than 30 minutes, and probably end with a hug. While VoicePlay can't provide a physical embrace for every listener, this medley is just as fun and entertaining as an episode of your favorite comfort show in a fraction of the time.

Details:

title: Aca Top 10 – Sitcom Themes

original songs / performers: "I'll Be There For You" by The Rembrandts from Friends; [0:20] Saved by the Bell theme by Michael Damian; [0:36] "Hey Beautiful" by The Solids for How I Met Your Mother; [0:45] The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme by DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince; [1:05] Seinfeld theme by Jonathan Wolff; [1:18] "Where Everybody Knows Your Name" by Gary Portnoy from Cheers; [1:45] "As Days Go By" by Jesse Frederick for Family Matters; [2:08] "Thank You for Being a Friend" by Cynthia Fee for Golden Girls; [2:30] Mister Ed theme by Jay Livingston; [2:45] Unbreakable Kimmy Shmidt theme by The Gregory Brothers; [2:54] "Movin’ On Up" by Ja'Net DuBois for The Jeffersons

written by: "I'll Be There For You" by Michael Skloff, David Crane, Marta Kauffman, Allee Willis, Phil Sōlem, & Danny Wilde; Saved by the Bell theme by Scott Gale; "Hey Beautiful" by Carter Bays, Craig Thomas, Patrick Butler, & C.C. DePhil; The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme by Jeffrey "DJ Jazzy Jeff" Townes & Will "The Fresh Prince" Smith; Seinfeld theme by Jonathan Wolff; "Where Everybody Knows Your Name" by Gary Portnoy & Judy Hart-Angelo; "As Days Go By" by Jesse Frederick & Bennett Salvay; "Thank You for Being a Friend" by Andrew Gold; "Mister Ed" by Jay Livingston & Ray Evans; Unbreakable Kimmy Shmidt theme by Jeff Richmond, Michael Gregory, & Evan Gregory; "Movin’ On Up" by Ja'Net DuBois

arranged by: Layne Stein & Earl Elkins Jr.

release date: 19 July 2019

My favorite bits:

that iconic twangy air guitar and the requisite 👏👏👏👏

the fantastic bus "vroom" that was honed through years of "Road Trip" performances 🚌💨

Eli and Earl's squicked out reaction to Geoff's deep "moist" 💧

the light, popping percussion Layne gives to to "Fresh Prince"

Geoff's descending run in the transition into "Seinfeld"

Earl pretending he's going to smack Eli while he's helping with the "Seinfeld" percussion

that lovely four-part harmony for ♫ "get awaaay" ♫

J.None's quick transformation into a pitch-perfect Steve Urkel 🤓

their absolutely joyful tone as they sing the Golden Girls theme

the back row mounting pretend horses during Mr. Ed

animated carrot shenanigans 🥕

Geoff grooving away on that walking bass line in "Movin’ On Up"

Eli and J's gospel hands on that final "oooh!" harmony

Earl's fantastic belt for the end of "Movin’ On Up"

how long they manage to hold on to the ending silence before they burst out laughing

Trivia:

○ Once again, the decision process for this entry in their "Aca Top 10" series was quite contentious. The guys are clearly very passionate about their entertainment preferences.

○ Some of the shows are represented on their shirts, regardless of whether they made the final cut.

Eli — Gilligan from Gilligan's Island (1964–67)

Earl — portraits of the Golden Girls (1985–92) with "squad" above

J.None — Fresh Prince of Bel Air (1990–96) title graphic baseball jersey

Geoff — Joey Tribiani's catchphrase "How you doin'?" from Friends (1994–2004) in the show's title font

Layne — Kelly Kapowski from Saved By the Bell (1989–92)

○ The guys had already recorded a version of "Everywhere You Look" from Full House (1987–95) and Fuller House (2016–20) as the second entry in their PartWork series three years earlier. Earl and Layne covered all five vocal parts for that one.

○ Revisiting some of the memorable shows of their youth got Earl and Layne in a bit of a nostalgic mood, so they gave a shoutout to a favorite after-school snack on social media.

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[dickinson-devotee]

#Repost @/peppersweetpea

——

The Mountbatten Music Festival was rather spectacular! I'm sad that I am only able to post 60-second clips of video rather than the entirety of my recordings. I've edited a couple of things to fit that and hope you enjoy. I'll likely work on more at some point, though. I do know there's loads of stuff on YouTube already, and The Royal Albert Hall will be releasing a formal recording of the event sometime in May. It was such an incredible weekend, not just the shows themselves but spending time with family and friends and meeting so many incredible people. Thank you to BDC, Craig Buckley, Stu Warmngton, Charlie Charlesworth, Mark & Sherene Fuller, and so many more people I'm unable to name. Mostly, though, thank You, Lord Jesus, for getting us through it. We are grateful.

——

March 11th, 2024

[nightingaelic]

how about the fnv companions(dlc included) meeting the courier's child years after the courier left the Mojave on their own?

"Your life was ours, which is with you.

Go on your journey. We go too."

~ John Fuller, "Lullaby"

There hadn't been much to go on, but what was there was enough. The courier had left an impression all across the wasteland, leaving more than footprints behind wherever they walked. They'd changed lives, towns, histories - you just had to know what to ask.

Eventually, their child found the right combinations of words, the right stories to tell to get them where they wanted to go. They punched the route into the map of the hand-me-down Pip-Boy they'd received and followed it, wondering with each step whether the one who'd given it to them had come this way. Whether they'd seen that same rock formation, met that same shopkeeper, listened to the same songs on the radio.

By the time they arrived at their destination they were dusty, tired, and more than a little beaten up by the dangers of the wasteland. But they were their parent's child, and the will to persist came easily to them. They approached the individual they'd sought and pushed their hat back. "Hello," they said with as much confidence as they could muster. "You don't know me, but you used to know Courier Six. I don't know if they ever told you, but I'm... they were..."

Arcade Israel Gannon: Arcade's jaw dropped. "You're... you were... how did they...?"

"Keep me under wraps?" The courier's child shrugged. "I guess they lived the kind of life that didn't seem like you could fit a kid into it."

Arcade couldn't help chuckling at that. "That... actually makes complete sense. I never would have guessed."

The levity was short-lived, though, as the researcher realized what this meant for the person standing in his tent. "They weren't around much for you, were they?"

The courier's child shook their head, and Arcade grimaced. He rubbed the back of his neck, then went to the desk where his notes on the Followers' latest project ideas were strewn. "After everything I told them about my own family... they never said a thing. What were you thinking, Six?"

His head snapped up in realization, and he looked back at the newcomer. "Lived. You said lived. Are they-?"

"No." The courier's child pressed their lips together. "Well, maybe. I don't think so. But I need help finding them, if only to see for myself."

"So you came here." Arcade shook his head. "This... I'll do what I can, of course, but if there's one thing your parent was good at, it was vanishing unexpectedly."

Craig Boone: Boone peered at them through his sunglasses, then tilted them down so he could get a better look. "Mmm," he said in acknowledgement.

"And I was just..." The courier's child was shaking in their boots under the sniper's impassive gaze. "Just wondering if... you'd maybe..."

Boone set his rifle aside and leaned back against one of Dinky the Dinosaur's teeth. "Breathe," he advised them.

The newcomer took a few deep breaths, eyeing him the whole time with obvious awe and misgiving. They knew his beret, it seemed.

"Better?" Boone asked after another minute.

"Thanks." The courier's child shook themselves out and drew up to their full height again. "I'm looking for them. People say you two used to travel together."

"We did," Boone admitted. "A long time ago, now."

"How long?"

Boone looked out over the rest of the dinosaur's teeth, toward the hills that had been empty of Legionaries for some time. "Too long," he said, shouldering his rifle again. "Talk."

Lily Bowen: Lily adjusted her goggles and peered at the courier's child. "Is that you, pumpkin?" she asked.

"Pumpkin?" the newcomer asked, puzzled.

"It is you." Lily swept them up in a hug that lifted them into the air. "You've been so naughty, dearie, going missing... you had your Grandma so worried!"

"Grandma?" the courier's child wheezed.

"Yes, pumpkin, your Grandma! Don't be silly now, there is much to do today." Lily gave them a final squish before settling them back on the ground. "Gather your things and come along. The bighorners need to be fed, and the fence in the back pasture needs rebuilding. Quickly, now, or Gail and her little lamb will be loose again before the day is out."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: There were tears in the ghoul's eyes as the newcomer stumbled through their introduction, and he clamped his hand over his mouth to keep from sobbing. "Niñe buene," he said when they were finished, feeling as though a miracle had descended to stand in front of him. "You look so much like them."

"Niñe buene," the courier's child murmured. They clearly didn't know the words, but Raul's tone was enough to hazard a guess. "You knew them well?"

"Better than some." Raul smiled and wiped his tears away before they could escape. "Not as well as others. But well enough. Más o menos."

"I... don't suppose you know where I can find them?"

Raul's face fell. "You don't know where they are?"

"No. I was hoping you might."

Raul cursed and looked around him. He snatched up his guns and hat from the chair near his workbench and began strapping some tool belts on. "Always needing your viejo to bail you out of trouble, Six," he muttered as he went. "Y tu niñe dragged into it too? Qué vergüenza."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Oh, are you?" Cass set her glass down and looked the plucky youth over. "In looks, maybe. Got more to learn though, kid. Your parent knew better than to approach me after the kind of night I've been having."

"What kind of night have you been having?" they asked, bewildered.

Cass sighed. "The kind that ends with me passed out on this stool. Similar to the night I met your creator."

"My creat- oh." The courier's child sat down next to her. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry. Heh." Cass smirked. "They were full of apologies, too. Thought it would fix my caravan, my broken heart, the war... I'll give them this, it was an approach I never would've thought of. Was always better with my gun than with my words."

The courier's child clasped their hands on the bar. "Tell me."

"It's a long, sad story, kid."

"I've got time enough."

"Fine." Cass finished her drink and slammed the glass down on the counter. "But the next round's on you. And the one after that."

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica gasped. "You're their secret love child! I knew they had one lying around somewhere! Oh, come here!"

She snatched them up in a hug before they could stop her, squeezing them until they both saw stars. "God, you're just the spitting image of the courier," she reassured them when she finally let go. "Same eyes, same chin, same shoulders... wait, who's the other half of their love nest? They were pretty good at keeping secrets, when they put their mind to it, but I always said-"

"Can... can you slow down for a minute?" The courier's child straightened themselves out again. "I mean, I'm happy to meet you too, I guess, but we just met."

"Oh, sure." Veronica grinned sheepishly. "You just got me excited, is all. It's been an age since they came through, and they always managed to make my life interesting. How are they doing?"

The Scribe's face fell when she realized that the newcomer didn't know the answer. "Oh. I see. That's why you're here."

"Yep." The courier's child shrugged. "I thought... maybe..."

They squeaked when Veronica crushed them with another hug.

ED-E: The eyebot that had been milling about the Mojave Express outpost in Primm grew still in midair, scanning the newcomer repeatedly as if searching for something. The conclusion it arrived at brought joy into its circuitry, and it immediately dove straight for their chest.

The courier's child caught it in surprise, and ED-E trumpeted a triumphant sting from a pre-war television show. "Back on the... dusty trail?" it inquired, using the voices of long-dead actors.

The courier's child looked up in alarm. "What does it-?"

Johnson Nash, who had been watching from behind his counter, was overcome with laughter. "It means the bot's yours, now. Picked you itself. Go on, take it, it's been a spell since someone came through that door that ED-E felt connected to."

"ED-E." The courier's child released the eyebot gently, pushing it up to float at their eye level. "Pleased... pleased to meet you."

ED-E cooed.

Rex: The King smiled and turned to look down at the cyberdog that was napping alongside his chair. "Rexie, you've got a visitor."

The German shepherd yawned and stretched before leisurely greeting the newcomer. He sniffed their hand over a few times and whuffed softly, as if in approval.

"I take it you're looking for the courier?" the King asked, scratching the old dog's ruff with obvious affection.

The courier's child nodded. "It's important. But so far, nobody's been much help. A few of them pointed me here."

"That's because Rex here has a great nose and a long memory." The King patted Rex's brain dome and leaned forward in interest. "He'll suit you well, I think."

"You're giving him to me?"

"Loaning him out, more like." The King winked. "Give your parent my best, when you find them. It's been too long."

BONUS!

Benny Gecko: "Oh, I'd know that face anywhere," Benny assured them. "Younger, older, wig-chopped or chrome-plated. You're that courier's little beatnik."

"And you're the snake who tried to put them six feet under." The courier's child eyed the leader of the Chairmen with disapproval. "Tried and failed."

"That's ancient history, now." Benny crushed his cigarette out on a nearby ash tray and smirked. "As are they, last I heard. Come looking for your parent's blessing on your own life? Don't hold your breath, I ain't seen them, and New Vegas is better for it."

The courier's child took a threatening step forward. "What did you do to them?"

"Easy." Benny withdrew Maria from inside his coat, just to show them he wasn't worth the trouble. "Nothing, since that night in Goodsprings. Once is enough for me to learn a lesson, and I've kept my distance since."

The newcomer's ire dampened. "So you don't know where they've gone."

"Kid, if I knew the answer to that, I would be a much richer man." Benny sat back in his lounge chair. "There's no getting back inside House's casino without them."

Ulysses: "You've got their look," Ulysses admitted, without rising from his seat atop the canyon of the Divide. "The same spark of influence. The same hands of purpose."

The courier's child looked at their hands. "Um..."

"Shaped the land before you." Ulysses gestured at the canyon. "Cracked it where it was brittle, to show the weakness and the strength. Changed the road before walking it."

"The courier did this?" The newcomer's eyes widened in astonishment. "They never... no one ever..."

"The reality beneath the history." Ulysses nodded. "Few know the stories. Fewer still find the meaning. You seek it."

The courier's child shook the realization off and rubbed their temple. "Sorry, can you speak less like a villain in a radio play? I didn't come here to fulfill a prophecy or something, I came here to find the courier."

Ulysses tilted his head back to catch the Divide's wind in his hair. "Prophecies and villains. You even sound like them."

Roxie: Roxie nosed her pups away from where they had been nursing and rose unsteadily. She stepped forward to sniff their extended hand, one lip curled up in warning, but their scent convinced her that they were no threat to her little family. She licked her teeth and flopped back down in the middle of the puppies.

The courier's child crouched down and let the little ones greet them as well. There were six of them, tiny rapscallions who lacked their parents' cybernetics but had every bit of their verve. The concept of a purebred dog was extinct in post-war America, but thanks to the Denver Police Department's budget and the science of the Big Empty, here rolled three German shepherd puppies that were unaware of their own rarity.

"You're a brave one," the courier's child said softly to a little boy pup that was crawling over their boot. "Better be careful in the wasteland, or you'll wind up more dog meat than dog. Take care of him, mama."

Joshua Graham: The Burned Man waited patiently until they were finished, making no comment until they had stammered through their explanation. He set aside the book he'd been reading and looked them over. There was no mistaking the resemblance.

"'And thy seed shall be as the dust of the earth, and thou shalt spread abroad,'" he quoted. "''To the west, and to the east, and to the north, and to the south.' How long did it take you to find me?"

The courier's child shifted uncomfortably. "A while."

"Few know my whereabouts. Fewer still are brave enough to come calling. I assume you have need of something."

"I..." The ghost of an expression Graham recognized crossed their face. He'd seen it before, when the courier stood alone after the battle in Zion, standing knee-deep in the Virgin River with moonlight and blood splashed across their features. A resigned weariness.

"You are tired." Graham rose from his seat. "Go. See the men at the fire, and tell them you require food and a place to sleep. We can speak when you have rested."

They nodded gratefully, then turned and left his tent. Graham watched them go. Only when they were out of earshot did he finish the verse he'd begun. "'And in thee and in thy seed shall all the families of the earth be blessed.' I will do what I can for them, courier. As you did for me."

Follows-Chalk: Follows-Chalk clapped his hands to his cheeks. "Shaiss, you are! Hoi, owslandr!"

"Hoi?"

"Hi!" Follows-Chalk shook his head in delight. "Who knew the courier had a child out there in the world? Unbelievable. What are you doing here?"

"I... I came here looking for them." The courier's child shifted a little, awkward in their own forwardness. "They made themselves scarce, and I want to track them down."

"Then you came to the right place, owslandr." Follows-Chalk straightened his hat with self-importance. "I no longer follow chalk, despite my name. Now I follow real signs, real tracks. That's why you came here, right?"

"Partially." The courier's child smiled hesitantly. "I also heard you spent some time with them, and I wanted to know..."

"What they were like?" Follows-Chalk wrapped an arm around their shoulders and pulled them in. "Of course. Let me tell you about our adventures in Zion."

Waking Cloud: The warrior-mother of the Sorrows swept them up in a hug before they could continue, holding them tight as if she were greeting one of her own returning children. "Holadu, na'ne. You are most welcome, little one."

The courier's child tensed up at first, then relaxed when they realized this wasn't an attack. "I'm not that little."

"This is true." Waking Cloud released them and began to look them over with her eyes and hands. "Resilient. Strong. Tsagasee gave you their good bones."

"Tsagasee?"

"Your parent." Waking Cloud smiled. "They are within you and without. Written on your face, a ripple in the water."

The newcomer's hand went to their cheek. "Really? I barely... it's hard for me to remember."

"Come." Waking Cloud took their hand away and folded it in hers. "The Sorrows owe much to the courier, and their child is as one of ours. Eat with us, and I will tell you the stories we have kept."

Caesar: "No, they didn't." Caesar shifted on his throne, studying the newcomer. "But I suppose it was only a matter of time before they produced a child. What do you call yourself?"

The courier's child swallowed, eyeing the Praetorian Guard around the Legion's god made flesh. "Sorry, I... I'm nobody. I'm not them, that's for sure."

"If you were, I would have had your head as soon as you turned up," Caesar said sternly. "Years of service, of teaching the NCR lasting lessons and bringing the Mojave to heel, and then they up and vanish. Desertion is a crime punishable by death, and seeing as the courier isn't here to suffer the consequences of their actions..."

The look on his guest's face became too much, and Caesar began to chuckle. "Relax. I'm joking. Come, tell me what it is you're looking for. If it's your parent you want though, I'm afraid I won't be of much help. Even the best of my Frumentarii have been unable to find them."

Robert House: "Hmm." House looked them over. The newcomer bore a resemblance to his former employee that was undeniable, and potentially useful. "I fail to see how your parentage is any of my concern, valuable as my associate may have been."

"I'm not here to ask for a job," the courier's child said quickly. "I want to know what records you kept on them. Everything I know about them before... before Goodsprings is vague, but all of the people I've talked to said that if anyone had records about where they came from, who they were, it would be you. So here I am."

"I see." House called up the relevant information from his systems immediately and filled his senses with it. Known aliases, work histories, their modus operandi and preferred weaponry, it was all there. His own searches for the missing courier had all been fruitless, but there was only so far a securitron could go when investigating.

"I'll make you a deal." House began to write the files to a holotape and called forward one of the robots the courier had helped him upgrade some time ago. "I will give you what I have, but when you leave New Vegas, take Victor here with you. He can assist you in your journey."

"Why?"

"I have a vested interest in your parent's well-being. They know much that could prove to be important, in the coming years."

Yes Man: "You're their child, aren't you?" Yes Man's static happy face flipped across the Lucky 38's screens in a pixelated display of joy. "I am just tickled to meet you! They told me all about you!"

"They did?" The courier's child was taken aback. "You're... you're the first person who's had any idea that I exist."

"Technically, I am an artificial intelligence!" Yes Man corrected them. "The courier told me that I was never supposed to mention that they had you to anyone but them, but I'm guessing they never expected you to come here! It's actually very impressive that you did!"

"Thank you." The courier's child blushed. "Why didn't they want anyone to know about me?"

"To protect you, of course! It's the same reason they refused to tell me where they were going, the last time they left New Vegas!"

The newcomer's shoulders sank. "You don't know where they went, either?"

"I don't know for sure, but thanks to my probability matrices, I have a pretty good idea! Would you like me to tell you, or just give you a hint?"

Dog/God: "Courier," the nightkin mumbled.

"I'm not them." The newcomer shook their head. "I'm... I'm theirs, but I'm not them. Sorry."

"They live within you." The nightkin crouched down to look them straight in the eye. "Always. Part of you."

The courier's child was taken aback. "I... I guess?"

The nightkin grunted. "What do you want?"

"I need help finding them."

"Hmph." The nightkin straightened up again and nodded. "I will help."

Dean Domino: The old ghoul looked the newcomer over disdainfully. "The absolute last thing I need right now is a smaller version of that meddlesome mailman knocking on my dressing room door. What do you want, and why did you think you would be welcome here?"

"I don't need a welcome wagon rolled out, I just need information," the courier's child explained. "And you don't look particularly busy."

"My next show is in a half-hour," Dean grumbled. "You certainly are your parent's child. What happened to respecting the theatrical process? I suppose the bombs killed basic manners, as well - what do you want?"

The courier's child squared their shoulders. "You might be one of the last people who saw them before they disappeared. I want to know what happened in the Sierra Madre. I know you were there, so don't try to wriggle out of it, I just need-"

Dean laughed. "You have no idea what you're asking. It won't be done justice in a half-hour. Here."

He ducked back into his dressing room and emerged with a rumpled ticket. "One free admission. Buy a drink, and settle in until my set's done. Then we can talk about how your missing courier ruined my centuries-in-the-making plans."

Christine Royce: Christine stared at them, dumbfounded by the resemblance to the ghost who had freed her from the misty tendrils of the Sierra Madre. She hadn't seen them since they had struck out in different directions from that cursed place, but their features were etched into her being as deeply as the scars of the Big Empty.

"Are you okay?" they asked her, uneasy.

"Yes," Christine said quickly. She cleared her throat and tried to pitch the voice that wasn't hers up, closer to the one she'd had before she ran afoul of the Elder she'd hunted to the ends of the earth. "You are a surprise, that's all."

"So are you." The courier's child crossed their arms. "I heard from others that you never left the haunted casino, but here you are, hundreds of miles away."

Christine looked away. "That place wasn't mine to care for, anymore. Its siren song is over. Its gates are closed. And I left a life behind that needed to be resolved."

"Sure. In a way, that's what I'm trying to do." The courier's child sighed. "I need your help. Veronica Santangelo said you're the best tracker she knows. I need you to help me find my parent."