#dream on aerosmith cover

[fruityheffalump]

Dream On

This is smooth like butter - have a listen

[boricuacherry-blog]

Kellyoke | Dream On (Aerosmith)

OMG when she hit those high notes 🙌

[skykimu]

Dream On - Aerosmith

Visual Sheet:

[aokuro-san]

Dream on (Serie of the year) | AMV [Hazbin Hotel]

I managed to finish it today, finally. This cover song is so BEST, and it surprised me while watching Hazbin Hotel, so I couldn't help but correlate it, haha.

PS: As always, this video remains proof of the two I was working on. And I've already finished them. I hope you like it^^

[retromusicart]

Sing with me, sing for the year

Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear

Sing with me, if it's just for today

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Aerosmith - Aerosmith (Columbia, 1973) - Design by Ed Lee and Hiroshi Morishima, photo by Robert Agriopoulos

Steven Tyler called this cover "lame" and "sloppy", and I don't disagree. Seems like they just took a stock photo for the clouds and only slightly touched them up a bit. The letters are awkwardly spaced and the clashing black lettering and white steak outlines make the logo difficult to read. And why is the photo small? Even if you see this cover in-person it's hard to see the band members without squinting a bit. CBS was really lazy with this one.

Neither this album nor "Dream On" were a hit at first when released in 1973; the latter peaked at #59 on the Hot 100. CBS had largely ignored the album in favor of Bruce Springsteen's debut in Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J., released the same month. It was only when Aerosmith hit it big time with Toys in the Attic that CBS reissued the album to capitalize on their newfound success. "Dream On" would ultimately peak at #6 on the Hot 100 in 1976.

The reissue also changed the cover up a bit: the group photo was blown up to take up nearly the whole cover, the clouds were changed and the letters were no longer separated and now colored red.

Phew, much better.

Images courtesy of Discogs.

[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

Sophie Lloyd ► Dream On (SHRED VERSION) || (Aerosmith cover)

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Mamma Mia | prologue

listen to: Mamma Mia - Abba (Movie cover) | Crazy- Aerosmith | Everybody wants to rule the world- Tears For Fears | Our Last Summer- Abba (Movie cover) (playlist here)

warnings: accidental pregnancy, smut 18+, raising a child alone. warnings will be added as the story progresses. Nothing for this chapter in particular.

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

The sound of the waves crashing against the sand is muffled by the music in your headphones as you take the view in. The salty air breeze, the heat of the sun warming up your skin just fine, soaking up in the way your whole body felt like it was buzzing. Everything just felt so right. You rode your bike with no hurry down the Marina, tasting the moment. 

You arrived the night before at your parent’s house. They were still hugging you like you’d graduated Law School yesterday when in reality it had been a month but you just guessed the happiness for a law degree lasts longer than your high school and your bachelor’s degree. You got them, not everyone went to Law School, not everyone was the daughter that your parents had and although yes, you were happy you were done with Law School, in all honesty, you were even happier about returning to San Diego and what the summer held for you because after this it would all change. 

That kind of loving turns a man into a slave, 

That kind of loving sends a man right to his grave

You mouth the lyrics, being able to taste the air. It tastes just the same and smells just the same as before. Part of you almost wants to scream, seeing the town again, coming after what felt like a decade, when in reality it’d been five years. Your father had guessed that you might feel nostalgic about returning, might feel adverse to your memories from high school for some reason. You don’t. You’re happy to be here, to come home after a long, long time. It held a million promises of summer, of what might be. 

Arriving at James and Augustine’s place wasn’t hard at all, you’d been watching that house since you were freshmen in High School, and now a promise that had lasted over ten years was finally completed. You felt so warm on your chest as you stared at the house for a moment, in secret. If it was up to you, you would’ve screamed from the front lawn, but you didn’t, you wanted a minute to remember the moment forever. 

It was a small two-floor house, a faded white over it with roots climbing over the wall of the plants that surrounded it. It definitely needed to be repainted but you didn’t care. The backyard and front yard also had orange trees, the orange giving a homey touch to the house. There was a warm feeling in your stomach as you watched. 

That kinda loving makes me wanna pull down the shade, yeah!

That's kinda loving, yeah. Now I’m never, never, never gonna be the same. 

You kept on singing as you parked your bike on the front lawn and quickly walked towards the porch. Taking a deep breath, you unceremoniously opened the door as if it was your own. It technically was yours too. The house smelled like oranges and lemon and as you walked in you felt like you could cry. The main door led to a big living room to the right and in front of it, a small sunroom led to the backyard. As you walked a little bit further, to your right you found the small green kitchen and in front of it, a spiral staircase next to big open windows. 

The house was filled with light, warmth, and everything you’d dreamed of. 

Suddenly, you heard footsteps and at that moment you saw her. That red long hair was falling from her messy bun as she ate a long baguette while watching her phone. You waited for her to see you, not wanting to scare her and make her trip on the stairs, which was something Augustine would probably do.  

And then, her green eyes fell on you. 

The scream was basically so loud that you were sure that the neighbors might’ve heard it but you didn’t care, you ran towards her screaming at the top of your lungs too, crushing her into a hug at the start of the stairs, she launched into your arms with little thought on the baguette that immediately fell on the floor. 

“Jamie! She’s here!” Augustine screamed while you laughed as she held you by your waist and kissed you on the cheek repeatedly.“Oh my god! I can’t believe you’re finally here!” she gushed while you continue to giggle. 

“Jamie!” you screamed this time, hoping your other best friend would climb down the stairs. You heard some tired steps on the ground above you but when James showed up her face from the spiral staircase, as soon as her eyes fell on you, her whole face lit up. She screamed as she climbed down just like Augustine had done and then fell into the arms of both of you

“Can’t believe you’re right here?” she squealed as she held you both tight, her brown hair tickling your cheek as she kissed your cheek. 

“I’ve missed you guys,” you mumbled against James’ cheek while they laughed. 

“That’s what you deserved for going to New York to be a big shot lawyer,” James teased you as she finally let go of you before pushing you gently, feigning annoyance while you slapped her softly on her arm. 

Augustine didn’t miss a beat as she grabbed both of your hands and quickly led you to the sunroom, near the back patio. A serious look on her face as she sat you down on the main couch while James and she took the seats in front of you, almost like an interrogation but you only could bite your lower lip from the excitement. 

“So what’s waiting for us this summer? What’s our main goal?” Augustine asked as she looked at you seriously. 

“What we’ve always planned,” you answered as you pulled your knees up, legs against your chest. “Make some memories,”

“So, you’re finally going to sleep around?” You pushed James' leg softly from the couch and she laughed. 

“James!”

“Want to finally kiss more than one boy a night?” Augustine chimed in while you feel your cheeks getting warmer and warmer. 

You nodded. It’d been a while since you’d planned this since you’d planned that this summer was the one you were going to get loose. In all honesty, you’d thought about it for years now. Being a good daughter, someone who could calm down your parents, and a responsible shoulder to lay on was your goal. All through your childhood, to teenager, to young adult, you’d never actually done something that you wouldn’t tell your parents. You didn’t get loose, you studied and you worked, that was it. 

“Are you telling me that you’re finally letting loose this summer?” James asked as she gazed at Augustine. 

“Before you leave us again?” Augustine asked, pouting as she looked at you. 

“I’m telling you that this is the last summer before I go to London we are going to have the best summer of our lives!” You replied back as you took her hands and then screamed with joy while you pulled them, making them fall on the sofa next to you. 

Seven years later, 

The sound of the waves crashing against the sand is muffled by the windows in your car as you take the view in while staring at the sunset. The sky is painted with hues of purple, yellow, and orange in the most beautiful glow that you could recall in a few weeks. 

It’d been a while since you stopped and just watched what was around you, recalling how lucky you are for living here. Pulling a window down from your car, you close your eyes, the salty air breeze makes your hair a little bit sticky but it’s fine, you’re used to it by now, you let what was left of the sun soak in your skin as you finally take a deep breath. 

It was finally July and everything felt heightened as if something had shifted in the air. You aren’t quite sure what is it, you aren’t sure just yet but you can feel it in your bones. 

Since Inés was born you usually got those gut feelings, as if someone was telling you that something was coming. But Inés wasn’t sick, she hadn’t forgotten any homework, you were up to date with the errands of the house, your mom was fine, your friends were fine, and your work was perfect. 

Everything was fine, and yet it wasn’t. 

A part of you wanted to attribute it to your fight with John but honestly, as you’d grown up you’d learn that as long as Inés was okay, everything else was too. So, you stay there for a while, shaking off the feeling, letting your body relax as you close your eyes and listen to the ocean. 

It is a warm feeling, like cinnamon and honey mixed together, and you let it coat your body. Salty air and the ability to breathe with a little more ease are things you never want to take for granted but you always seem to do when life gets too busy, which is often. 

“Thursdays night are mommy’s night,” you tell yourself and get down from your jeep with ease before walking towards The Hard Deck. 

The little bar definitely had managed to stand the test of time. It had been around for as long as you could remember, located just off the main drag, it was the most popular spot for everyone that lived in the area. On this particular day, the sun was setting and bathing the Hard Deck in this beautiful orange glow, you feel the warmth on your skin and close your eyes. 

Thursdays night is mommy’s night, you recall your beautiful six-year-old daughter, Inés, saying when you’d suggested that you wanted to stay over with grandma and her, she disagreed in the most explicit way. Secretly you were delighted that your daughter was so strong-willed but on the opposite end, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit remorseful about the ritual. 

You’d created the tradition early on in her life when you’d become too overwhelmed with taking care of her on your own. It had happened when she was six months old, James and Augustine weren’t around and she just wouldn’t stop crying as you were trying to finish research for a case a partner had personally given to you so you could prove to her that you could do the job. It came to the point when you’d have a total mental breakdown, unable to get her to eat, unable to get her to sleep, and unable to calm her down; you’d driven to your parent’s place, fat tears falling from your eyes as you and Inés cried in chorus. Inés had calmed down as soon as she was in your mother's arms and you too, quickly got to work and delivered the research before the deadline. 

Soon, it became a tradition. Your mother would care for Inés and you would get ready to work non-stop for around four hours before you pick her up around ten. It was only until last year that Thursdays weren’t used only for work, now, you were often using them to gout out with your friends and go on dates. 

But not today. 

As you walk through the doors of the Hard Deck, you are greeted by the familiar smell of beer and sweat. The bar was crowded, packed for a Thursday and the noise level was high, but at the moment you didn't mind. You didn’t have it in yourself to really scan the place, you walked right to the bar where you find a spot, and quickly leaned on the wooden table, taking a deep breath. 

“Long day?” you can hear Penny’s voice as you raise your head to be met with her green eyes and her soft smile. 

“Sort off,” you groan as you finally take a seat while you look around at the bar, it’s almost always the same view. 

Navy officers, mechanics, people from around town, Top Gun students, those damn Top Gun students. You can identify them easily now that you’ve been living here as a grown-up. You didn’t back then. 

“White wine?” Penny offers, snapping you out of your thoughts. You shake your head as you dangle your keys from your right hand. 

“Driving,” you state as you sigh defeatedly. 

“James didn’t come with you?” she asks with a frown as she still pours the wine into a glass in front of you, before taking the keys from your hand. A part of you wants to protest, but another part of you really knows that you need the wine at the moment, you need to relax and it’d been a while since you had that awful feeling in your gut. 

“No, she was busy and so was Augustine,” you say as you take a sip of your wine and smile at Penny, who winks at you with ease. 

That’s one thing about Penny Benjamin, she never lets anything get to her. Since you’ve known her, you had admired her for it. If Amelia was sick, Penny wouldn’t be fuzzing around. If someone missed a shift at The Hard Deck, she would replace them or find a replacement without complaining. Since you were young, you knew you needed a little bit more of that; ten times more when Inés was born.  

“And you decided to drink alone,” Penny stated calmly as she serves a couple of drinks to the guys next to you, they are clearly young, Top Gun students without a doubt and they are not so subtlety checking you out. 

To be fair, you’d gotten ready before the fight with John. You were wearing a strapless white short dress that let your legs be the center of attention, your hair put on a clean bun, and a pair of strappy heels. It’s pretty, you look pretty, you know it but you still dislike the distasteful way they look at you. 

“John was supposed to come tonight, we fought,” you say as you try to ignore the young pilots. Penny lets out a small ‘mhm’, knowing exactly what she means. 

John was a lawyer from another law firm in Los Angeles. He’d been trying to take you out on a date since he saw you in the meeting for a merger between both of your clients, you’d denied his request saying that until the merger was completed, he couldn’t contact you for anything other than work. He was patient and agreed with you, therefore, a month ago as soon as you’d stepped out of the conference meeting where the papers were signed, you received a phone call from him. 

You’d been dating for over a month and he was perfect on paper. He checked each and every one of the boxes that you’d written down one night with Augustine and James when you were younger. He had a stable job, he was smart, he was good with servers, and he had his own place in LA, sex was good, and yet the most important thing that you hadn’t managed to check was how he got along with Inés; which in turn was taking a toll on your relationship.

“Got it,” Penny assured you as she gazed at you. “What does Inés think about him?”

You raised your eyebrows and then sighed. “No clue,” you answered honestly before taking another sip of wine. “She avoids the topic,” you explained to her.

Penny now raised her eyebrows. “She’s six,” she laughed and you smiled. 

“She’s smart, like her mother,” you answered. 

It was true. Inés was the smartest kid you’d ever met, she was way more advance than you were at that age, and she was way more advance than any kid her age. Most importantly, she was kind and loving, she was so caring that you were afraid sometimes for her. You didn’t want her to be naive, you didn’t want her to get hurt like you were. 

“Why’s so packed today?” you ask Penny, changing the topic quickly as you looked back and see more people arriving. 

“Why should I know?” Penny ask, feigning innocence as she served you a little bit more wine. 

You scoff softly while you look at her. “You know everything, Penny Benjamin,” you say softly as you shake your head and take a sip of your wine. 

Feeling your body relax a bit, you wonder if it was stress getting to your body. Knowing that there’s actually nothing to worry about, you’re okay. 

And then, you hear him. 

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain,” his voice raspy and delicious as it was seven years earlier. “Too much love drives a man insane, you broke my will but what a thrill,” 

Your stomach sinks in a matter of seconds as you gaze toward the piano.

He hadn’t changed that much from the first time that you’d met him. The sun-kissed skin that for some reason you knew stayed on despite living through the winters in Virginia. The amber locks, the same that turned into curls if he brushed his hair in a certain way after dipping in the ocean. His cheeks, the warm and reddish blush still there, like it was after you kissed him for the first time. The famous mustache that now seemed much fuller and a bit more cared for above that damn smile, the same one that had brought you to your knees all those years before. 

He’s changed now though, his build is much bigger now. You can tell by the way that stupid Hawaiian shirt is hugging his arms as he plays the piano. He seems more confident than he did back then, all of those doubts don’t surface anymore as far as you can see. 

And, after all these years, he is still as beautiful as he was when you met him. 

Part of you wants to be wrong but as he continues to sing to his friends, not looking in your direction, you know that it is him. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, you remember the taste when his name first fell from your lips. 

“Goodness gracious, Great Balls of Fire!” you hear him scream again, his fingers expertly playing the piano as you watch him from afar. 

Then, his friends start to howl loudly as he continues to play the tune. It is only until then, that your eyes fall on the people behind the piano and you see him. 

Those doe-eyes were the first thing that you see like you did the day you met him. The crinkles on his eyes are a bit deeper now than back then, they always crinkled like that when you saw him. His long feathery lashes that brushed against his gold-framed glasses are still there, they still complement the warmest blue eyes that you had seen back then and even now. The brown locks were still there, you could tell they still turn golden in the right light, but now they were perfectly combed and arranged even as he is bumping his head to the music, not like back then. He looks basically the same, soft and intelligent. 

Everything Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd did outside your bed was gentle and soft, you can still recall his fingertips over your cheek as he pulled you in for kisses. 

And a heavy feeling on your chest now makes you want to throw up as you see him, see them. 

Deep down, you know what it means for you if they are back, even for a little while, and they see you. You know you have to get out of there.

“Pe-Penny,” your words stumble against the other as Penny’s face drops as she turns to see you, you’ve suddenly become pale, the usual blush on your cheeks completely gone. “I, I have to go,” you manage to say as you climb down from your seat, people are still dancing around you and screaming along with Rooster’s voice. 

Approximately, you have around thirty seconds before he finishes the song and if you don’t go out now, they could probably catch a glimpse of you. 

“What, you just got here?” Penny asks as she looks at you with concern while you examine how to make your way out of the bar but it’s too crowded.

“I just, I need to,” you pant but suddenly, someone pushes you and the glass of wine that you were about to hand to Penny, drops from your hand, breaking into a thousand pieces on the ground, many people finally turn around as Rooster’s singing the last notes of the song. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I’ll pay for it too, and I-”

You know you have to get out of there, you just shake your head to Penny, mouthing a small ‘sorry’, and then as you give a step back before you turn around, your back hits someone’s chest. 

“I’m so-” you start to say as you turn around and then your heart sinks. 

You had decided back then that living in California and New York allowed you to be surrounded by the most beautiful in the world but when you met him, you’d decided that there wasn’t anyone as beautiful as him. 

It was like seeing a performance, watching him move through the world. You could still remember it, the way his sea-foam eyes roamed a place, a similar way to when they roamed your body. The way he stood up, the way he leaned against a wall, the way his mouth twitched in just the right way, the suave way he approached everything, the confidence that exuded him like he knew he was meant for something bigger. 

He still had it. 

His sea-foam eyes weren’t as gloomy as they were when you saw him last, instead now, they were gleaming in a similar way to the day they had when you’d first met him. The wrinkles in his forehead were a bit deeper now, you’d always teased him about it but they accompanied well when he had that determined look on his face. His dimples were still there, and his lips, those lips as always quirked up into a familiar smirk. Those damn lips that after all those years still made your cheeks warm up, even after you’d just gone pale. 

He is still as gorgeous as he was the first day you met him, which in turn, only makes you want to cry even more. 

There he is, the bane of your existence. 

“Good to see you, Honey,” Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin says as your eyes meet his. 

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author's note: thank you for your patience! I really love you a lot and I hope you like it a lot!

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[palominodragon]

I think I've finalized my Solavellan playlist (had most of it for a while, but added some things to the beginning and the end after playing Veilguard).

Wake Up - Arcade Fire

Devastation and Reform - Relient K

Feathery Wings - Voltaire

Pompeii - Bastille

I'm Still Here - The Goo Goo Dolls

As The World Falls Down - Labyrinth soundtrack

Ordinary Day - Vanessa Carlton

Jaded - Aerosmith

Nightminds -Missy Higgins

Hallelujah - Rufus Wainwright

A Sorta Fairytale - Tori Amos

Kremlin Dusk - Utada Hikaru

Any Other World - Mika

Wolf and I - Oh Land

Without You - RENT soundtrack

Ever Dream - Nightwish

Your Wildest Dreams - The Moody Blues

Beautiful Disaster - Kelly Clarkson

A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton

You Found Me - The Fray

Diamonds and Rust - Blackmore's Night cover

Savin Me - Nickelback

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

So Far Away - Staind

(bonus silly track) Waterloo - ABBA

No spotify list because fuck spotify, sorry. You'll have to look them up individually.

I'm also making music videos out of two of these (Ordinary Day and Pompeii).

[fabseg-creator]

Miraculous fanart: Cerisette/Lilanette Re-Verse (MLB Femslash February/Rock Band AU)

Day 15: Marinette and Lila/Cerise (Faulty; Rock)

This is the full colored version of the Cerisette Rock Band AU.

This happens in the Re-Verse from the Miraculous Paris special: Lila/Cerise and Marinette play rock music and form a duo together before merging with the Kitty Resistance (Rose, Juleka, Luka and Ivan). Lila/Cerise plays electric guitar and Marinette plays keyboard. And they make an illegal concert. In this AU, the Supreme from the Re-Verse has forbidden the music. The latter's logo gets vandalized.

Lila/Cerise's hair is a wig with a sky-blue dye. Marinette is just Emonette-Shadybug.

Marinette is the Ladybug and Cerise is the new Hesperia for this concept.

We can see Marinette is blushing about her music partner.

About their music, the two girls compose the instrumental part. It's the band Kitty Resistance who perfoms the vocal and parts.

This fanart is made for the @mlbfemslashfebruary event.

Bonus (variants):

Playlist of Marinette and Cerise eventual covers in collaboration with the Kitty Resistance/Kitty Section:

Muse - Uprising

U2 - Pride (In The Name Of Love)

AC/DC - Highway To Hell; Thunderstruck

Guns N'Roses - Welcome To The Jungle; You Could Be Mine

Twister Sister - I Wanna Rock

Nirvana - Smells Like Spirit

Kenny Loggins - Footloose

Evanescence - Bring Me To Life

Zedd ft. Ariana Grande - Break Free

Europe - The Final Countdown

Bon Jovi - It's My Life; You Give Love A Bad Name

Johnny Hallyday - Allumer Le Feu (french)

Linkin Park - Numb

Pink Floyd - Another Brick In The Wall

Lady Gaga - Born This Way; Perfect Illusion; Bad Romance; Shallow (ft. Bradley Cooper)

Mötley Crüe - Kickstart My Heart

Aerosmith - Dream On

Queen - We Will Rock You; I Want It All; The Show Must Go On; I Want To Break Free

The Police - So Lonely; Every Breath You Take

Coldplay - A Sky Full Of Stars; My Universe (ft. BTS)

Van Halen - Panama

The Who - Baba O'Riley

Kiss - I was Made For Loving You

Initial sketch here:

This fanart has been made the 20th January 2024.

Femslash Colletction:

[asunsetgrace16]

Karaoke ⎥ Chicago Blackhawks

As per usual, I went with the players that I know. I have no idea what their music preferences are, this is purely based off vibes. This what I think the Chicago Blackhawk's go-to karaoke songs are.

masterlist

Connor Bedard - he knows every word to 'We Didn't Start the Fire' by Billy Joel for some reason that he never tells anybody. He is dared to sing it one day because it's an older song, so he does it perfectly and surprises every person in the room

Colin Blackwell - 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift. 100%

Jason Dickinson - a stunning rendition of 'Vienna' by Billy Joel

Ryan Donato - keeps it classic with 'Don't Stop Believin'' by Journey. It's very mid, but not bad

MacKenzie Entwistle - a horribly off-key version of 'Livin' on a Prayer' by Bon Jovi

Nick Foligno - claims he is too old for karaoke but sticks with the classics too and goes with either 'Hotel California' by Eagles or 'Under Pressure' by Queen

Taylor Hall - there's about a 55% chance he sings something Nickleback and the other 45% is 'Love Like This' by BlackHawk for some sentimental reason

Seth Jones - something Katy Perry, I feel like. No reason, just a feeling. More than likely it's 'Firework'

Kevin Korchinski - either something by Zach Bryan or a 'The Last Saskatchewan Pirate' by Captain Tractor duet with Reese Johnson (please tell me somebody will get it)

Philipp Kurashev - adorably accented version of 'Call Me Maybe' by Carly Rae Jepsen. Everybody loves it

Petr Mrazek - first an enthusiastic attempt at 'Dream On' by Aerosmith, then plays it safe with 'Sweet Caroline' by Neil Diamond, met with applause and sing-along

Connor Murphy - also claims he's too old for karaoke, then proceeds to whip the most excellent cover of 'It's My Life' by Bon Jovi out of his back pocket and absolutely floors everybody

Alex Vlasic - 'Shut Up and Dance' by Walk the Moon or 'Stacy's Mom' by Fountains of Wayne. Or some other 2000's hit

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Dream On - Postmodern Jukebox ft. Morgan James (Aerosmith Cover)

[thebahwrites]

Omg please do Icemav and cuddling 😔

Icemav + Cuddling To read listening: I Don't Want to Miss a Thing - Aerosmith

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing

Watch you smile while you are sleeping

While you're far away and dreaming

1991

"There's a stray cat sleeping on your couch."

Most of the time Tom knew to shutter Ron's idle running commentary, not because he didn't care for what his friend had to say, he just had learned how to filter through what really mattered and then through what Slider liked to just fill silences in. But the sudden sentence does bring him up from the paperwork he'd been labouring over.

Blinking ever so slowly, staring up at Slider over the edges of his (newly acquired) glasses, Ice gives his friend a long, curious look before actually deciding to speak. "Come again?"

It was a cautious question. Ron usually knew better than to just mess with him, at least not without a backup plan but his RIO simply flashes back a big stupid grin, still leaning against the threshold of the office Tom had taken over. "You told me to stop by your place and drop the stuff Sarah made, right? So, there's a cat on your couch, you never told me you were keeping a pet."

It's the absolute edge of smarminess in Ron's voice that gives away he's messing with Tom in one way or another. Narrowing his eyes dangerously, Ice puts his pen down. "I, in fact, don't."

"Well then one got in, you should go check it." Slider turns around, giving Tom a pointed and amused look over his shoulder as he laughed away, getting on every single one of his nerves.

"Did you just let some random stray cat into my house, Ron? Ron!" Of course his protesting falls into deaf ears as the man laughs even louder, disappearing into the hallway and leaving Ice to angrily pinch the bridge of his nose, bristling with irritation at the idea of some random mutt making itself home. Of course that was the kind of insufferable thing that Slider thought funny — and the kind of menial nuisance that would force Ice to leave early and have it dealt with.

Which was precisely what happened, unable to focus on his damn desk work and everything else in between, excusing himself much earlier to deal with "personal issues" because Tom Kazansky would be damned to have some random pet wreaking havoc inside his house.

But as soon as he made through the front door, of course, he got Slider's stupid idea of a prank.

Cat on your couch translated to one Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell.

For a minute, Tom could only stand with his back pressed to the door, hand covering his mouth as he watched the other pilot deeply asleep. That messy jet black hair and soft expression he only ever got when resting, every other moment lived with the intensity of a burning sun. Pete hadn't even bothered to take off his uniform, though he had taken off the boots and left them by the entrance — in their ages long fight over dragging dirt into the house. All of that, soft memories into the sudden light of yearning, over three months apart due to some special detachment and that's just how soft Maverick managed to make the coldest man in the U.S. Navy.

Tom finds he needs another moment to just sit there and watch the man asleep before forcing himself to move, shedding his jacket by a chair and leaning in, trying not to disturb the other man, letting his knee press into the very edge of the couch cushioning so he could actually take in what he was seeing. Inspecting every line as if to make sure he'd come back all alright, all in one stupid piece.

Maverick's hand shoots up before Iceman can even blink and lazily, weakly, wraps itself around the front of his shirt. He's otherwise undisturbed, not even the soft edges around his eyes have shifted, much to Tom's pleasure, he's tugged down. "C'mere." Pete's voice is all syrupy with exhaustion and Ice simply obliges, letting himself be dragged down and then finding his body sliding into his couch, pressed besides and half over Maverick's.

He knows, much like a cat, Pete won't let him up for at least another hour, so instead of accepting being simply dragged Tom adjusts their position, manhandling the smaller man so he's beneath him and their bodies are properly slotted together. Like they were meant to, he thought to himself with that kind of possessive, protective internal hum that sometimes reared its ugly head. Arms coming around to properly bracket Maverick, feeling the man's warm breath against the crook of his neck.

"Ice." Pete mumbles, as they're settled and Tom was maybe on his own slow lull to a nap.

"What?"

"Your boots are still on."

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender

I could stay lost in this moment forever

Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

(Send me warmup prompts if you want! Any ships!)

[the-fab-fox]

Okay, y'all!

What's your go to "nostalgia" song?

What I mean isn't what songs from your childhood that take you back but rather, the songs that just inherently sound like what I feel nostalgia—as a concept—would feel like. Like it just invokes that feeling of nostalgia without actually triggering nostalgia.

Like a part of you wants there to be a trigger but there isn't and it's this tip of the tongue feeling like you're sure there's a memory with this as it's soundtrack. But there isn't. So you're left with that blissful, serene feeling but without the bitterness that nostalgia can bring... Do any of you know what I'm talking about?

Okay, well my songs are Sailing by Christopher Cross, Summer Breeze by Seals and Cross [also random ass sound bar but is it just me or could Lin Manuel Miranda sing the hell out of this?], Brandy (You're a Fine Girl) by Looking Glass, September by Earth, Wind, & Fire, Fields of Gold by Sting, Higher Love by Steve Winwood, I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston, (I've Had) The Time of My Life by Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes, You Make My Dreams (Come True), In the Middle of the Night by Billy Joel, Tell Her About It by Billy Joel, Phil Collins cover of You Can't Hurry Love, Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves, Don't Dream It's Over by Crowded House, Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles, Waiting for a Girl Like You, In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins, Invisible Touch by Genesis, That's All by Phil Collins, Don't Stop by Fleetwood Mac, Landslide by Fleetwood Mac, Footloose by Kenny Loggins, Forever Young by Rod Stewart, Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears, Listen to the Music by The Doobie Brothers, Baby Come Back by Player, Peaceful Easy Feeling by Eagles, Take It to the Limit by Eagles, St. Elmo's Fire by John Parr, Hotel California by Eagles, She's Like The Wind by Patrick Swazye and Wendy Fraser, Tiny Dancer by Elton John, Don't Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee, Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival, Have a You Seen the Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival, These Dreams by Heart, (Don't Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult, Loosing My Religion by R.E.M., Smooth by Santana (featuring Rob Thomas), What I've Done by Linkin Park, It's My Life by Bon Jovi, I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith, Wherever You Will Go by The Calling, Times Like These by Foo Fighters, Higher by Creed, Drive by Incubus, Heat Waves by Glass Animals, I Ain't Worried by OneRepublic.

Wasn't gonna list so many and some are stronger on the feeling than others. Especially any 80's/Elton/Phil. Like it's hard to explain but you just get this tingle in your brain and a sort of oasis of nostalgic serenity. And as you can see it doesn't matter what era or genre of music. For me it's a lot of 80s because that era of music itself is already nostalgic in that I was born at the tail end of it. I wouldn't have any real memories of these outside of my parents or radio playing it but nothing specific really and yet I get a rush of that feeling like I grew up during that era. Idk it's an amazing feeling and gives me a lot of energy.

So after that long explanation (I'm sorry 😮‍💨), I'm just curious what songs of not listed above give you this sensation?

I'm dying to see yours and give them a listen and see if they hit me too! There may be many I've forgotten. Let me know if any of the ones I listed give you the sensation as well. I find the power of music endlessly fascinating.

[aokuro-san]

"Dream On" - Aerosmith (Cover by First to Eleven Ft. @TenSecondSongs)

[monsterkin-culture-is]

10 Epic Songs for the Divine & Otherworldly💫🪽

It's a deity & divine kin songlist so I've focused on epic covers & originals as a focal genre to link to the 'species.' For those who haven't encountered "epic" music before, it's often orchestral music made to mimic stuff found in trailers & movies. The maladaptive daydreaming playlists were let loose on this one! I'll probably do a less specific deitykin playlist in the future but see what you think. All song names link to Spotify. 10. Smells Like Teen Spirit by Tommee Profitt & Fleurie. Society forces me to be normal about Fleurie's music but I'm genuinely so in love with everything she makes or is featured on. This is an amazing cover of Nirvana's original. The choir at the end pulls everything together. A 2nd epic cover that y'all might also like is by Malia J and was the opening song to the Black Widow movie. The opening to that movie still haunts me to this day and I love it.

9. Beyond by Tommee Profitt & MILCK. This song is exactly how I imagine the freedom of flight. It's that feeling of watching the sunset above the clouds on an aeroplane. The song feels like something luring you into the world of fantasy.

8. Losing My Religion by BELLSAINT. I suppose this is more the antithesis of deitykin but I'd still consider it fitting in a more ironic way. I really can't decide if I prefer this to the original. It's more my style but it lacks a lot of the gritty and grounded tone of REM.

7. Dream On by Cinematic Pop & Cosette. The ways this song has changed me. Personally, I'm an Aerosmith fan, but this cover just adds a whole new level. In relation to deitykin, it makes me picture a deity stuck in a mortal body, waiting to be free again.

6. Immigrant Song by SOAK. When hearing this song, some think of Thor Ragnarok, some think of Shrek and some will think of the actual Vikings. Which are you? I'm unfortunately all 3. On an actual serious commentary note, if the original version is a battle cry, this is a warning growl. It's so sinister and says so much with so little.

5. House of the Rising Sun by Lauren O'Connell. Second day in a row I've featured a cover of this song, though this one is honestly my favourite. I can't disguise I might have just snuck this one in here because I love it but I still think it could apply to the right deity out there.

4. It Had To Be You (Dark Version) by Tommee Profitt & Tiffany Ashton. Wrathful deity of love anyone? Ashton's vocals are so sinister and truly captivating. Profitt's choppy violin is the finishing touch. Gives me shivers every time.

3. Genesis by Ruelle. Biblical references in a song about transformation and rebirth. What more do you want from me on a deitykin songlist? This is an enormous fave of mine and I hope some of you can have the same connection.

2. The Call by 2WEI, Louis Leibfried & Edda Hayes. No one does epic music quite like 2WEI and their collaborations with League of Legends has produced some masterpieces. The way the army of vocals build at the beginning with the marching beat only to erupt into the animalistic pounding of drums has me gagged every single time. If you do like this one, my second choice would be Still Here.

1. LABOUR - the cacophony by Paris Paloma. This was already such a powerful song when it first came out. This new version is utterly breath-taking. I distinctly remember showing my mother the original on a roadtrip home from visiting relatives. I had to find her phone in her bag to add it to her Spotify whilst she was driving! For those who don't know, labour is a song about feminism and the burden of being a woman and/or afab. Really a listen for yourself moment.

Would recommend listening to these in a dark room... or maybe on a long roadtrip...

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #319 - Black Country Communion, Black Country Communion, 2010

Il mese delle storia degli album delle band con "black" nel nome si conclude oggi. Vorrei ringraziare i suggerimenti, alcuni davvero interessanti, come Federica che mi ha suggerito i Beast Of Black (un gruppo heavy metal scandinavo che ama inserire le tastiere stile anni '80 nelle loro canzoni, e fa cover di qualsiasi cosa, persino di Michael Jackson e non solo dei Manowar), ma ho scelto per chiudere questa carrellata, necessariamente parziale e soprattutto cercando di andare oltre le scelte più ovvie (i Black Sabbath, già protagonisti di questa rubrica, o i Black Keys) un gruppo che ritengo estremamente interessante. L'ultima storia riguarda un supergruppo, che i più attenti hanno già percepito essere un'altra di quelle piccole passioni musicali personali. Questo è uno dei più recenti, e soprattutto uno tra i meglio amalgamati e capace di cose, a mio avviso, davvero notevoli. Tutto nasce quando, per una serie di concerti, Glen Hughes e Joe Bonamassa iniziano a suonare insieme nel 2009. Sono due personaggi grandiosi: Hughes, bassista, è stata una delle voci più belle degli anni '70. Iniziò con i Trapeze, prima un quintetto, poi un trio, che pubblicò nel 1970 due dischi bellissimi, Trapeze e Medusa, quest'ultimo uno dei dischi "tesoro nascosto" di quel periodo, poi nel 1973 viene chiamato a sostituire Roger Glover e Ian Gillian nei Deep Purple: è la seconda voce con David Coverdale in Burn, grandioso disco della band inglese, sebbene non venga accreditato tra gli autori per problemi legali. Continuerà nei Deep Purple fino al 1976, poi deciderà a lungo di andare a suonare un po' a piacere (i suoi anni da zingaro li ha sempre definiti), dischi solisti, cantante anche dei Black Sabbath al posto di Ozzy Osbourne e tante altre cose tra cui ricoveri, dipendenze, collaborazioni. Joe Bonamassa è uno dei più grandi chitarristi rock\blues di questa generazione, collezionista di strumenti vintage, amante del suono puro della chitarra con pochissimi effetti, fondatore e presidente della Keeping The Blues Alive Records, etichetta che permette ai giovani di avvicinarsi al genere e produce i più talentuosi giovani performer. Insieme a loro c'è il grande produttore Kevin Shirley (conosciuto come The Caveman, produttore e ingegnere del suono tra gli altri di Aerosmith, Iron Maiden, Journey, Rush, gli ultimi dischi dei Led Zeppelin) che è incaricato di trovare altri musicisti per un progetto di supergruppo. Shirley chiama due suoni amici: Derek Sherinian, tastierista ex Dream Theater, che furono prodotti da Kevin, e Jason Bonham, figlio del leggendario John "Bonzo", batterista come il padre. Scelgono come nome, in questa sorta di unione anglo americana (Hughes e Bohnam sono inglese, Bonamassa e Sherinian americani) Black Country Communion, dal nome della contea delle West Midlands che si chiamana così per l'effetto dello smog provocato sia dalle miniere che dalle fabbriche che usavano il carbone per l'energia.

L'idea della band è di riprendere il suono vintage del rock anni '70 e di catapultarlo in una atmosfera contemporanea. Non sempre le individualità favolose dei singoli nei supergruppi funzionano come le aspettative vorrebbero, ma stavolta l'amalgama e la musica non lasciano dubbi: sebbene non sia un disco innovativo, Black Country Communion, che esce nel Settembre del 2010 è un disco di grande rock "classico", registrato in poco tempo, con pochi aggiustamenti, sincero, fiero e suonato alla grande. Basta l'intro di Black Country e la sua evoluzione hard rock, per capire che questo non è solo un omaggio ad uno dei periodi storici del rock, ma è la voglia di mostrarsi ancora capaci: sono tre minuti e quindici da antologia. One Last Soul, che fu il singolo di promozione, è più leggera ma prepara il terreno per una prima parte di disco stupenda: The Great Divide, Down Again, Beggarman con assolo favoloso di Bonamassa, ma soprattutto la stupenda Song Of Yesterday, che parte come uno slow blues, sale fino in cima e negli ultimi minuti sfodera una cavalcata che sa di ore passate a suonare insieme. Nella second parte, la bella No Time, la ripresa di uno dei brani che Hughes scrisse con i Trapeze, Medusa, che perde l'atmosfera folk prog della sua versione originale, diviene più muscolare e potente ma si mantiene convincente. Il disco si chiude con due brani molto particolari: Stand, che fa della complessità dei ritmi e della stratificazione degli stili (è il brano più progressive in repertorio) il suo fascino, Sista Jane è un brano in stile AC\DC e gli 11 minuti di Too Late For The Sun sono il commiato jam rock di questo disco, tra acrobazie strumentali da pelle d'oca. In tutto il disco, la voce di Hughes giganteggia, a ricordare che negli anni '70 era soprannominato The Voice of Rock, con la solidità tecnica di Bonamassa, di Bonham e di Sherinian a creare un suono che rimane convincente. Il progetto continuerà con un Black Country Communion II nel 2011, un tour in Europa, racchiuso in parte nello splendido Live Over Europe (con alcune gemme, tipo Burn dei Deep Purple, The Ballad Of John Henry di Mississippi John Hurt suonata dal solo Bonamassa, l'intro di Won't Get Fooled Again degli Who prima di Sista Jane) ma dopo Afterglow del 2012 Bonamassa si chiama fuori. Durerà poco, perchè il piacere è così tanto che già nel 2016 ritornano insieme, e proprio di questi giorni è l'uscita del loro ultimo lavoro, V, a 7 anni da BCCIV.

Questi sono i miei auguri di Pasqua. Decisamente rock.