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[lorena-farace]

[ittybittybumblebee]

Room tour? (If you have decorations and stuff)

UM it is a mess maybe if i cleaned it up i will show a nice corner i have decorated in here. perhaps

[thekilimrug]

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[chemicallady]

Heyyy, would you possibly be able to do a Noah Sebastian story that is like a brothers best friend dynamic? I live eat and breathe this stuff lol

I WANNA FEEL LOVE AGAIN

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: slight mention of sexual intercorse. Nothing too deep, I'm saving it for next Chapters

Summary:  you're a real mess, your life is turning into a living hell, so your brother Matt convinces you to move in with him in LA and start working for the band he's taking care of

A/N: I dont wanna spoil to much in here, because... Well, you' ll see. English is not my native language and no one peer review this ff. It's gonna be a world of fun, I already know it!

Important! I don't know Noah or Matt or any of the real people portrayed un this story. This is fictional!

Enjoy then 😏

Ouch, I've lost myself again

You've always been around, unseen. Having a brother like Matt could be a blessing and a nightmare in equal parts. You were feeded with stories about gigs and musicians while grow up with your older brother, who is dear to you in a way that actually you cant explain. Matt as always been your twin flame even if you are younger than him. You grew up looking at him with a lot of respect and it broke your heart when he left Texas, moving to California. At the time you werent ready for the big change and your brother's friend were still a bit mysterious to you.

You were used to spend as much time as possible in his company, but with this fresh start for him, you just fell into the ordinary. Nothing against your life, by the way; your parents always supporting, best friends ready to drive you to the closer pub and deliver the best night possible, a lovely boyfriend who adored you in any meaning.

You loved the shit out of Shawn. He was your person, the one always there when you were in need. Your high school sweetheart. Maybe he wasnt your first kiss or your first fuck but he was the one who made you feel like it was worthy, living for someone else. The one who pushed you to improve yourself for your own sake, that helped you in finding a job for the local tattoo shop as a piercer when the school was over.

You did everything in your power to be the best girlfriend possible. You decoreted your shared flat in the warmest way possible. You turned down a good scholarship for that college in Montana, pissing your parents and brother for this lost opportunity. You gave up to your dream to be a writer because he had to stay in Texas and take care of his mom. You helped him through the loss, when she die.

But it wasn't enough.

You loved the shit out of Shawn and he loved you in return, but it wasn't enough.

Your relationship suffered a slow, agonizing death with multiple attempt of reanimation. Vacations togheter, a bigger flat, a cat.

Nothing compensate the distance between the two of you and he was the one brave enough to call it for a quit. You knew was gonna happen but it didn't hurt you less. Moving back to your parents, while quitting your job just to avoid to meet him everyday, took you to the bottom. Then the shutdown decided to kick you while you were already down, spending days in bed just listen music or watching anime whitout any chance to go out with your friends or for just a walk.

Everyone was really worried about you. You lose weight and that energy that always marked you.

And you stayed there, drowing in your own misery until Matt decided that enough was enough.

《 Pack your shit, you're moving in with me to LA. You're done making mom and pops that upset.》

The end of fall 2021 signed your rebirth. Matt found a bigger apartment for the two of you and Lucifurr, your vicious black cat which has an obsession in chewing cables and destroy everything paper made. You have always want to leave nearby the ocean and Malibu had a ton of opportunities to offer you. You started a yoga class the same week you moved, in order to make some new friends. Accoding to Matt, there are a lot of things to do around the band he is working with, Bad Omens.

You offer yourself as a merchgirl, but since you're a good writer an even better in tolerate people bullshit (you have to be karmatic, all the teens who came to get a piercing to the shop have always made a scene in front of needles), you could be perfect as a PR/assistant for the band. You remember them barely because someway somehow, these are the guys who steal all the time Matt has. Time that you never get.

You remember this four guys with long hair, basic metalheads, except for the drummer. You remember when you gave him the nostril after a show in 2015, maybe 16, and he took it like a champ whitout complaining. You remember the singer, this slenderman type of guy with beautiful long hair that looks like silk. You've never felt more envy of someone else hair like that. And also the other three guys were nice, especially Vincent. The only one who you can connect to a familiar face because you two got a nice conversation on tattoos when you visited Matt, three years ago.

They are nice.

You've heard stories about them at every phone call.

But still, thieves of precious moments that you want have again in your life again between you and your brother.

All the missing birthday, all the call postponed due to technical issues. He wasn't there to pick up your pieces when Shawn get a rid of you.

And Matt wasn't supposed to, but being selfish, you wish he was there.

But he is now and this is enough to bring the light back to your life. The long talks after dinner, movie nights, everything is back to the normal between you two since you moved and it's restoring.

With this wave of good mood, even if you havent forgotten Shawn yet, you enroll to gym, so you can work out after yoga.

And is in this specific place that you meet Eric.

The first time you caught him lurking at you you were running on the thremill.

There is something familiar in him but still, you dont know anyone in LA. You were the one who actually landed the first conctact with this new alien subject, so introvert to avoid your eyes.

《 Today is hot as hell, right?》

Talking about the weather is the easiest card to play. He smiled a bit shily to you before answering. 《 Don't tell me, I hate how hot is in here. Are you new? I've never seen you around》

《 I just moved in with my brother, actually. 》

《 You're a southie for sure. I like your accent.》

You giggle at his words, while he gets some confidence, passing a hand through this short hair. 《 you got me. You don't sound californian as well》.

《 Maybe because I'm not》. There was a moment in which he seemed to be doubtful, like he changed his mind and he didn't want actually to talk with you. He looked at you with a weird expression, like he realised something was off. 《 What's your name?》, he asked then, almost suspicious.

And then you lied. You rarely give your real name to strangers. A self defence mechanism for girls. 《 Vanessa. You?》

He looked more relaxed, 《 Eric.》

《 Nice to meet you Eric... Do you know a nice bar around? 》

《 Maybe I know a place 》 he reflected, smiling a bit malicious. He was definitely flirting. 《 Can offer you a beer or something? Just to welcome you in town.》

You are not ready for a new story yet, but after almost a year after you broke up with Shawn, you needed at least some human conctact. Eric was nice with you since the beginning. He invited you to this dive bar after the gym a couple of times, not far from your place. He paid for you a couple of cocktails while having a real nice Conversation. A superficial one, about the tattoos that covered him. About living in LA. You mentioned your brother a couple of times and he talked about his roomates and all the crazy things they have done during the pandemic.

He told you he is a Producer and you told him you're still unemployed.

One way or another, he got closer to you in a matter of days. And when he kissed you, you obliged and kiss him back. One thing leaded to another and the two of you ended fucking in the back of his SUV. And oh boy... you needed it so much. It was a quickie, but he seemed to be promising. His long fingers stimulated you untill you cried out for pleasure. His mounth divoured you inch by inch. And his cock....

He knew how to use it, let's say that.

After, he gave you his number and the two of you planned to see each other by the end of the week, at the gym, after your yoga class and his class of jujitsu....

The morning after you're fresh and relaxed like you weren't in months. Matt tends to be overprotective so you didn't told him about Eric while you were having breakfast. You need to know this guys deeply before accept that you know have a situationship. And your brother doesn't need to know about you screacting you itchies.

He has a hot temper when someone looks at his dear little sis.

After breakfast you got ready to meet the band again after almost three years.

《 I can't believe Vincent quitted. He was the nicest.》

Matt sighs while driving to the guys' house, mentally focused on the traffic. 《 youll see him when we'll be in Virginia, don't worry. 》

Your eyes slip on streets and houses, wards and parks but you still feel like You're in a new country. You don't know how much it will take to get used to California.

《 here we are》 , Matt says, parking. 《 let's refresh the rules.》

《 Oh c'mon, I'm not twelve anymore》

《 y/n 》

《 alright! I don't have to embarrass you while you're free to be mean on me. I don't have to embarrass myself talking shit just because I'm nervous and if the music sucks, I can't tell your precious Noah.》

《 You can do better but, more or less, that's it. Lets go. I need another coffe and maybe something sweet before start to film the music video. 》

It's so weird filming inside a house and not in a proper set but all this low budget bullshit are quite the normal for small bands, you think.

You have to be their assistant and eventually a PR- so Matt can stop to bitching on twitter all the time- and you know nothing about bands.

According to Matt, you're going to learn quick.

According to Matt. You know that he picked you up for the job so he can force you to write what he wants.

And continuing to bitch around through you.

The guitar player greets you at the door and introduces himself again as Jolly. The rest of the guys minus Noah are in the garage. It's marvelous how Orie, one of the guys who lives here, a director, reorganize the space with tubes and flashlight.

《 What's the name of the song, again? 》 you ask to Nick Folio, whos already youre favorite.

《 Artifical Suicide》 it's the answer, while he takes his place back behind the drums.

《So emo》 it's your honest observation that makes him laught. Matt looks at you in a way that if he could, you would be incinerated where you're standing. You're already embarrassing him.

Nice.

You regret nothing.

It's a lil sister job to make her brother in troubles, that's what pops always says.

Mike brings you a coffe that you accept with a smile, than tells everyone the news about the singer that is still not here.

A diva, of course. That's your first thought. Every singer is a natural diva.

《 He is still looking for the glove.》

《 He would lost his head if it wasn't attacked to his neck》 , a solid comment arrives from Ruffilo, immediatly followed by an annoyed reply from behind you.

《 I can ear you motherfucker. You are- what the fuck?》

You turn in time to face the famous singer and almost choke with the coffe.

《 Yo Noah, do you remember my sister, y/n?》

You see Noah turning pale for a second while trying to say something in return.

You're also speechless for a second, before putting your shit togheter so Matt wont finds out in the first five minutes. 《 Howdy! You... you cut your hair. Nice. I didn't know》

You didn't.

That's why was so easy for Noah to be Eric for almost a week. For a hook up with you. His best friend sister.

....Splendid.

You're fucked.

[a-s-levynn]

I've ran into a video on yt by a music reviewer listing bands he fallen out of love with and his reasoning was that these bands are not on his recurring playlist anymore. And i have thoughts being thought about this. I'm not necesseraly reflecting fully on what he said just running with the idea in general. There is no real rime or reason to this post i'm just thinking out loud, feel free to skip.

When did we start to measure loving music with the level of obsession? Just because you don't listen to a band every day, should not mean you don't like them, no? When did listening to music became a chore? You have to listen to this and that every day to earn the right to say you love it or you are a fan of it or what? If it is not your entire personality anymore, than it means you just stop loving them? What's wrong with feeling nostalgic when listening to a band only on occasion if it still gives you warm and fuzzy feelings?

Maybe i'm just too stupid for this but like.. i don't understand this mentality. There is so many hours in a day. There is so many music you can pack into it. You can't listen to everything all the time. As you age you get to know more and more new artists so it becomes less and less plausible to listen to everything all the time. Your mood may require specific things to listen to at the moment or you are just enjoying some new stuff at the moment because it's something that catched your attention. It doesn't automatically means you lost interest in the other thing. Just the obsession period chilled out.

I mean yes, sometimes it happens that you loose interest in certain bands but.. That doesn't automatically means you fallen out of love of every single one that came off you on repeat playlist. You are just focusing on something else. If you only love something periodically and intensly and immediately abandon it than what is even the point? Like i get hype culture exists and some people enjoy it but you can't be ON all the time for everything. This is the cycle of constant periodic burnout. The definition of pulling yourself apart. This works like how an addiction works. Chasing the new hit you can be hooked on for a bit then when it looses it's hit you chase an other high.

I don't know. I don't really have anywhere to go with this post i'm just thinking out loud to try to organize what i'm thinking or feeling about this because it confuses me. You don't have to prove anyone or anything with how you listen to music. How many times a day you listen to a band should not define if your love for an artist or an album exists. There are plenty cases when you are only going to like one song or one album. It is very very rare that you like everything consistently that an artist puts out. But just because you don't like the next new thing doesn't mean you stopped loving the old thing that pulled you in.

Isn't the point of listening to music is that the song or album in front of you is something that touches you or not? Why loveing an album and not liking the next one automatically should tarnish your entire experience? As a wise post said once, music is how you decorete time. You stop loving an old family photo just because you've seen it every day and stopped register it constantly? Just because you don't stop in front of it every day and reminice about loving your.. let's say old family cat, means that suddenly you stopped loving your cat or what?

[webslingingslasher]

I bet the bible belt is so pretty around christmas. is there street decor everywhere or trees everywhere?😩

EVERYWHERE! it's truly the most beautiful time of the year.

all the stores and shops decorate with garland and lights, entire neighborhoods have competitions for the best light show so you can drive around and look at all the lights. all the townhalls/downtown area is decoreted up really nicely too. lights all over the trees, wreaths hanging from lamp posts.

the bible belt can be absoultely amazing during christmas time.

st. augustine does a night of lights where they turn on all the lights in downtown and it's gorgeous. here's a little video someone took driving around!!!

[sharenadraculea]

So, OC-fun-fact: Inia doesn‘t quite get that most people don‘t really get „excited puppy (or dolphin) that just wants to play“-energy from him, because he is a giant space marine with a even bigger sword, sharp metal teeth, rumored to eat people and decoretes his armor with bones. He sometimes get‘s pretty worked up over it

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

S1 Ep6

Tell it to the frogs

Warning: abuse, language and lots of valance as well as gore if you are younger then 14 please don't read

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I woke up from another nightmare that had been clouding my head all night and to my great disappoint I was still alive that's also when I felt something lying on my waste and when I opened my eyes it was an arm, decoreted with freakels...Carl's arm.  I got up slowly and held his arm over his head before dropping it and scaring the shit out of him.  "what was that!" he said looking left and right, 'next time watch where you arms are' I threw the notepad in his lap,  "oh sorry! by the way me and Shane are gonna go catch frogs if you wanna come" he asked getting up his hair all messy and handed me the notepad.  'no' "awh come on! please just this once please, please, please" he begged.  'if I go will you leave me alone' I asked and he nodded his head.  'fine' "thanks!" he said then walked out of the tent.  I followed.  "Rayne come with me we have to change those bandages" Carol said and I nodded following her into Dales RV

"That's a lovely necklace, do you believe in God?" Carol asked me and I shoke my head. "I see, well all done" she said and I nodded and walked out of the RV. "Rayne mind helping me with some laundry?" Lori asked hanging up what could only be one of Carl's boxers I was about to shake my head when someone grabbed my hand, there hands were warm, I then looked over to see Carl. "Sorry mom but I need Rayne right now!" he said then ran off still holding my hand.

"Your welcome I got your out of chores" he said and I snatched my hand away Carl then stopped in his tracks and let out an almost blood curdling scream he then turned around and ran towards Lori and the others revealing a walker eating a deer, everyone then crowded around it when it stood up but I quickly stabbed it in the head, I felt everyones horrified gazes on my back but shrugged passed it and walked back to camp

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After a while everyone came back to camp, including Daryl

I already picked up that he was a hot head, so there gonna have a fun time explaining what happened to his brother, they all then started to get physical and push against each other, acting like they had the balls to do shit

I also found out that Rick (Carl's dad), Daryl, T-dog and Glenn were going on another run to go fetch Meral, they then started talking about how the camp needs more guns and more stuff to protect it, I then got up and grabbed my notepad handing it to Daryl. 'Can I go' "hell no, your still injured and a little girl goin' into a big city full of walkers no thank you" he said and handed me a notepad back.

Worth a shot

"Dad i-i don't want you to go" Carl shuddered and but Rick didn't listen they all then said there goodbyes me Lori and Carl sat on top of a blue car watching everything go down. "Rayne? Do you know how to shot that" Lori asked pointing to my gun and I shrugged. "Is that a kinda?" she asked and I nodded. "Revolves are sick! Mom and I see it!?" Carl asked. "No Carl there not toys" Lori said and Carl let out and annoyed sigh and walked back to his tent Lori then followed after.

You really dont know how good people have it, till you don't have anything at all.

"Rayne! Come on Shane's gonna teach us how to catch frogs!" before I could even answer Carl yanked my hand and lead my towards the pond

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Carl's POV:

We had been at it for a while when me and Rayne lost the net while we were looking something tripped me and I fell into the water getting soaked I looked over at Rayne and seen that she was hiding a small smile when she looked at me she started to giggle that giggle then turned into a small laugh while she was laughing something tripped her to making her get soaked we made eye contact once again and at the same time bursted out laughing till our stomachs hurt and our faces red. "Your face is all red!" I said and she splashed me I quickly returned the favor, this turned into a huge splashing fight

Seeing Rayne smile

It felt nice, sure I didnt know anything about her but she was cold, that I did know.

I then noticed how blood was soaking through Rayne bandage. "Rayne your wound" I said and she looked down at the blood and shrugged, I honestly didn't think she cared and while I was distracted she grabbed the bucket and poured water all over me making me even more drenched we then started chasing each other, "ay!Carl" mom said, me and Rayne stopped right in our tracks. "What did I tell you about coming down here?" she asked. "But Shane said we could catch frogs" I said. "Doesn't matter what Shane says it matters what I say, now common back to camp" she said, I was disappointed this was the most fun I had since this all started and Rayne, something inside of me told me she needed this.

Raynes pov:

Do I really deserve this? The feeling of happiness, do I really deserve to have fun? After everything I caused? then the pain hit I hissed feeling the wound on my shoulder open. "Are you okay?" Carl asked trying to help me but I pushed him away and nodded, he gave me a look of sympathy, I hated that look, it made me feel weak

I am far beyond that.

Name: unknown

Nickname: Rayne

Walker kills: 3

Living kills: 2

Age: 9

[enatemanhattan]

Rue Mosnier Decoreted with Flags, with a Man on Crutches. Édouard Manet (1832-1883)

[xxcrumbxx]

Hey so this is a miny chereiter analises of how i see fool and sol.

Man oh man I love this shit too. ,tbh Fool and Sol are who I look most forword to "talkin to " masuta is amazing and lovely ,I wanna know more about that sweet little bag of represd past trama named Sunspot,

Therorising about Fool

but the talks with fool and knowing more about him is so mesmerizing. like duse he have 2 outhers and he uses his staff to alow them "out" becuse his body was not desighd to switch outwordly ?( and duse he resent that fact and duse he feel further outcasted and potenchally lookd down on becuse he is a non fazbare made animatronic and in lesse nice words a bootleg? Like he shows pride in his stature and indurance but he could be masking those feelings useing pride as a sheld )

Character study / what im seeing in Fool

Fool wishes to lean more in to his performance becuse its what he was made for and its a perfictly well made chericacher of his self, put up to make all ideas of his inharent displacement in the group and the world less known, becuse to onlookers he is just as his name sake a fool,he canot posabuly be smart enughf or sorrowfull and desperit longing for something outher then the meta phisical cage he is forced to dwell with in. Running the same programs and prosseses to a maddaning dagree. Wishing to excpireance what he was made for agin but also needing to be more then the experiences he's had. He has to cover up all of it ,in fear that if he duse not purform even with out a proper audeance he will be sent back to the subliminal time warping hellscape that is storige. storage he him self has no idea how long he will be there or if he is lost to the sans of time, Forgotton by the humans that made him. So instead he has to drip every last drop out of the cup of attintion he's finnaly resiving from the potential last chance of captovating an adiance and heving a new excperiance a life line for his scentse of self and worth as a performor becuse he is still stuck.traped and lonely hes still an a sort of storage a colection not to be used but looked at and injoyed ,its like bing in a mental prison like being in storage but with a different name but what makes this kind worse and most hart braking is he. Can see and contantly here the world out side of his invisabule box its always there taugnting him and he duse not have to be alone there are outhers in this wide opan cage that are just as traped, gratefull to not be lost to time but still traped,he wants oh so badly to be wanted for his company to be seeked out but becuse of his own self image and trubles he puts up a wall a barrior anouther thing they wave to cross and go out of there way to acheve to show they acctuly whant to be around him, and wish to injoy his company and to simply just hang out and none but masuta have even tryed. fool oh boy well he alredy had his well timed heart bleed like he did it in that moment to geet eyes of masuta an y/n but he Ty miment also perfictly highy lighted what hes been heeding to get off his chest.he is the embody ment of fools like the fools Journey ( from his conseption and life at the fair to his inprisonment as a thing and now his fleeting fredom where the luxures of retierment are surrounded by the reminders that he is a thing and all just like all that is collected with him he may never be givin the opertunity to shine agin and the lingering threat of a smaller box is always near hes in a cage a pretty one he can play in and decoret but he is not truly free. He has been shown something new and wonderusly blinding to his prosesers and so he is chasing this new feeling of whimsy heven to his own potential detrament but atlest its interesting.) as well as historical ones ,knowing to mutch but being overlooked becuse he is protraid as to cought up in the bit an to joyus to know sorrow or to hold fear.he is the kings clisest adviser hearing all and speeking non playig his role, he is a mask on a mask a lovely showing how how smart you have to be to even play his role. a role thet is never giviin full credit becuse on lookers have only the out side to worry about. Whitch he is fine with but quietly longs for a companion to truly understand him and that is why he flurts with masuta and tryes to drag him in to his flights of fancy becuse as afellow perfurformer he hopes masuta will indalge in him and finaly see him threw his gratest act, the act that never gets a curtan call and never an aplause. Even threw his prossesing his programing forces him to pause for the audeance so keenly aware of everything but aloud to disregard and disclose nouthing.

Therorising about Sol

did sol the beach/chimicaly burn his "skin" to rid of the moon but missed a spot / couldent get to it gefor he was stoped and that is why he wares a glove, like did his moon hurt someone verry badly and he "ruiend"his casing with clening suplise trying to get the blood off? And thats why hes so " every moon is a monsture hell bent on hurting people" and " ruins aI is dangerus distroy it befor it hurts you" aswell as " dont be stupid ware gloves whal working with chimicals or else" becus hes projecting and wishes he wasis he still a dul ai but his moon is perma damiged and there body wont swtch back and forth orr did he ... Kill his moon ??) orrr is he moon like he took over his sun in a way and that arm is the only remander of who he use to look like ?? Idk but im sooo down to know also I bet he secritly wishes y/n would feel comftorbull enughf to come visit him in his room like they have with masuta. If they can sleep with what he vews as a moster why won't they have the audasity to visit anouther.

Character study / what im seeing in Sol

he wishes he was decomishond.he wishes he never knew he was more then just a machean becuse the act of having a electric sole is to daunting and he is not a performer. he feels like he must "get rid " of his own and every outher DCA in the houses electric sole / scenteance to save them from this silly game there playing ,becuse the idea of them having feelings and wants outside of there primary derective inharently means he can as well.A nany turnd turn untrustworthy grapaling wth self hate and lothing for himself and a disregard for his own sentiance still secritly wishing to be chosen agin, still needing to care for something all whal being stuck in a loop of self hatred and the lothing of outhers that are a mirror up to his mirror. Scared to get close but not realy wanting to be alone.he talks down to outhers to feel a miniscule amoutnt of control he. Treats outhers like childeren as a way to indalge in his primary functon but lothes tjat he even duse that. He can never truly fufill his purpos agin with out outside help and i think that upsets him to. He is the parent he is the adalt he knows better he is surrounded by ideots stuck in lala land never seeing or admiting how bleck there situashion is becuse when hinory dies ether theyre selled agin and who knows who would buy them or ther put in a box in a box inside anouther box. So to save himself the trubble he barys all his feelings diwn and bathes in lonely ness and poorly descised resentment and sorrow.

Sorry for my poor spelling and ocashinal run on scetences im not a wrighter and may have poorly wirded some things but i hope someone injoys this little blirb of thoughts

( also im saupose to be folding lawdry not going all introspective on @venomous-qwille 's lovely charictors and wrighting lol.) anyway i love these fellas and am excited to know,read and feel more:]

Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

[lorena-farace]

[thatgirlshines]

R.I.P. Romain Decoret

Romain Decoret - musician, writer, artist, and my father - passed away on 9 September 2024 in Paris 14eme. He was 77 years old. At the end of his life, he had diabetes, hepatitis, and a bad heart. It is believed that he died of a heart attack.

My father was nothing like your dad. Mine came with sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll along with a host of other things that do not make for a father. Ours was a complicated relationship. If I have a regret, it's that I never got to know him as an artist. We were never able to break through the walls of guilt, resentment, and blame to discuss things like why we each were driven to make art, what we heard and saw when we closed our eyes, that divine connection to a muse since birth. At times, our relationship - as his wife Véro often pointed out that we were two peas in pod, from looks to thoughts to behavior - was like two horned beasts in battle just because the other existed. I realize now, my father was crazy enough to believe in what he did - make music and write about music - that it was the only thing he ever wanted to do. When people told him, get a job, he would cut those people out of his life. He didn't want to hear anything other than, pursue your art. He suffered for his art. We live in a society that does not value the arts or the people who make art. Artists are constantly devalued, starting with their friends. "Hey, can you make this thing for me? I don't have any money but..." He spent most of his life poor. I remember the one roomed studio in the 17eme, on the ground floor. My father spent all his life playing music, reading about music, and writing about it. As I cleared his desk, I found entire pages of summaries of books he'd read and why it's important and what it intersected with. Most of it was in relation to musicians and music, but also political-socio-economics too. It was all an example of his very serious dedication to rock'n'roll. His home was a temple dedicated to music, books, and knowledge. The despair we all felt dismantling his home!

I admire and respect his dedication to his craft. He was the real deal when it came to his art. This was the reason he was THE GUY to send to interview music giants. He related to them on a musical level that none of the other journalists could. His friend told me he could have secured himself a nice position at one of the publications, record houses, or music organizations, but he didn't have the patience or the guile to pretend he cared about people who where there for the ego, power, and fame. His sense of anti-authoritarianism was well developed, even at his own detriment. While he was professorial in his knowledge and how he shared it, he also quickly dismissed you if you didn't understand the artist ethos and need to create.

You gotta give him his props. He was so stubborn in his vision, in what he wanted to do, that he just went ahead and did it, throwing all reason and caution to the wind. From insane adventures in search of The White Pearl, to starting one of the earliest French punk bands with Black Africans during a time when France was incredibly racist, writing books and articles about music, and then setting a standard for French music journalism, my father was a trend setter, a dedicated expert, a lover of the written word, a storyteller, an adventurer, a ladies man, a rock'n'roll sage, and rock'n'roll legend. His life is one so many can barely understand. It was a life dedicated to art.

That was my Daddy.

p.s. He can be found and visited at the Père Lachaise mausoleum. Bring him some flowers.

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Copenhagen anon, we went to Tivoli today and loved it! It was decorated for Halloween. We did a few museums (National Museum, Glyptoteket) and I think are going to do a few more tomorrow. Had smørrebrod for lunch!

Uhh lovely, it's a few years I have last been in Tivoli, but they always decoretes it lovely

What kind of smørrebrød did you get and did you like rye bread (rugbrød)