#e;jimi

[eye-merely-jest]

hi hello i did this a little bit back for a shool art project with my goober courier/lone wanderer, jimi (WITH A LOWERCASE J SPECIFICALLY!!!)

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he’s dumb and insane and my best friend in the whole world please eat him please

[pete-townshends-mother]

how dare you..

Withnail And I fan art.. By Charles. Again, yes, huh//////

sHuT uP WitHnAiL

[jassumkiddos]

I could recognize two songs I listen to in car ads. Pleas stop using my favorite songs in car ads 😢

[iannozzigiuseppe]

Ho incontrato il tuo sorriso - The Best Of

Ho incontrato il tuo sorriso The Best Of Giuseppe Iannozzi Foto di Vinicius Wiesehofer su Unsplash SMILE (Ho incontrato il tuo sorriso) Ho incontrato ieri il tuo sorriso Mi chiedevi una poesia, ma soltanto avevo in tasca una monetina di stanchezza Ho visto la delusione oscurare la tua bellezza Facendomi forza ho voluto sapere perché su due piedi spezzi agli uomini tu il cuore; e subito è tornato…

[guitarbomb]

15 Online Tools Every Guitarist Needs: Amplify Your Guitar Skills

Top 15 Online Tools Every Guitarist Needs! In the digital age, how musicians practice, create, and share their art has transformed dramatically. For guitarists, the internet is a treasure trove of resources that can elevate their music to new heights without the hassle of downloads or installations. Whether you’re jamming, songwriting, or looking to promote your music, these online tools can help…

[dont-jimi-me]

Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix

By Dall-E

[tuportamiviareturn]

La conoscenza parla, ma la saggezza ascolta.

James Marshall "Jimi" Hendrix, nato Johnny Allen Hendrix (Seattle, 27 novembre 1942 – Londra, 18 settembre 1970)

[krispyweiss]

Song Review: Nils Lofgren - “Won’t Cry No More (For Charlie Watts)”

Nils Lofgren wasn’t kidding when he said his new song is “one raw riff.”

That raw - but cooking - riff is the whole basis of “Won’t Cry No More (For Charlie Watts),” which follows “Ain’t the Truth Enough” and “Nothin’s Easy (For Amy)” from Lofgren’s forthcoming (July 21) Mountains.

“Won’t Cry No More” is a chunky, heavy blues that finds Lofgren’s voice slathered in effects, making the lyrics difficult to decipher and blurring the tribute effect. But Lofgren made it clearer in a statement accompanying the track.

“Without the Beatles, (the Rolling) Stones (and Jimi) Hendrix, this music of mine wouldn’t exist,” he said.

“This song was written about the great Charlie Watts. First one-chord blues I ever wrote. Needed his musical spirit to cope and found it. One, raw riff to sing for him. … Miss you, Charlie.”

Grade card: Nils Lofgren - “Won’t Cry No More (For Charlie Watts)” - C

6/21/23

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Bruce Springsteen (1949-) solo; leader of the E Street Band Songs: "Born to Run," "Blinded by the Light" Defeated Opponents: Lindsey Buckingham, Rick Danko, Otis Redding, Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam, Syd Barrett, Billy Preston, David Bowie Propaganda: "Nobody has ever looked hotter than the Boss in the video for 'Dancing in the Dark' except maybe Bruce in the video for 'I'm On Fire'" "Bruce from the 70's to HIS 70's...enough said" "BRUUUUUCE! (Yes, I am from New Jersey.) But really 70s-Stone Pony-Asbury Park Springsteen is truly a sight to behold."

Prince (1958-2016) solo, leader of The Revolution Songs: "I Wanna Be Your Lover," "For You" Defeated Opponents: Donovan, Miles Davis, Marvin Gaye, David Byrne, Al Green, Clarence Clemons, Jimi Hendrix Propaganda: "His music sounds like no one else's. He was able to make a guitar sound magically different to how guitars are supposed to sound. And his voice. He could go from squeaky, almost childish sounding, to a soulful, balladic powerhouse performance all while making it look easy. He was one of the greatest singular performers and musicians ever. And he was a short king to boot." "Most photos of Prince don't really do him justice because, like Jimi Hendrix, he was at his hottest when he played guitar, and to me that's something you have to actually hear to understand. Also he had a great, super energetic stage presence, which is also extremely sexy and hard to convey in pictures alone. What I'm trying to say is that everyone should just watch his Superbowl halftime performance and I dare you to tell me that he wasn't the sexiest man alive that night." "Prince was the only guy who could show up at your party, in frills, and steal your girlfriend. Then steal her clothes, then steal someone else's girl in your girlfriends clothes."

Visual Propaganda for Bruce Springsteen:

Visual Propaganda for Prince:

[90s-music-tourney]

Here are all 72 songs we are entering in the tournament

Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles

Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane

Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues

Sweet Caroline By Neil Diamond

All along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix

Pinball Wizard by The Who

House of the Rising Sun by the Animals

California Dreamin’ by The Mama's and the Papa's

People are strange by the Doors

Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones

Mrs. Robinson By Simon and Garfunkel

Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Good vibrations by the Beach Boys

What a wonderful World by Louis Armstrong

21st Century Schizoid Man By King Crimson

Space Oddity by David Bowie

You really got me by the Kinks

Spirit in the Sky By Norman Greenbaum

Respect by Aretha Franklin

Feeling Good by Nina Simone

I'm a Believer by The Monkees

White Room by Cream

Piece of my Heart By Big Brother and the Holding Company

Season of the Witch by Donovan

Like a rolling stone by Bob Dylan

Be my Baby by the Ronettes

Son of a Preacher man by Dusty Springfield

She's not there by the Zombies

Complication by the Monks

Heroin by the Velvet Underground

Ain't Too Proud for Beggin by the Temptations

I want you back by The Jackson 5

Alice's Restaurant Massacree by Arlo Guthrie

Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison

Eight Miles High by the Byrds

Come A little bit Closer by Jay and the Americans

So Long Mom (A song for World War III) by Tom Lehrer

Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash

Suite: Judy Blue Eyes by Cosby, Stills and Nash

Change is gonna come by Sam Cooke

You Can't Hurry Love by the Supremes

Happy Together by the Turtles

Tainted Love by Gloria Jones

Dream a Little Dream of Me by Mama Cass

Maybe This Time by Liza Minnelli

Don't Rain on My Parade by Barbra Streisand

Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter, Paul and Mary

Good Times, Bad Times by Led Zeppelin

Ain't no mountain high enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

This boots are made for walking by Nancy Sinatra

Sitting by the dock of the bay by Otis Redmond

Cactus tree by Joni Mitchell

Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and the Shondells

I Got You (I Feel Good) by James Brown

Georgia on My Mind by Ray Charles

River Deep Mountain High by Ike and Tina Turner

My Way by Frank Sinatra

For What It’s Worth by Buffalo Springfield

Fire by Arthur Brown

Blackberry Way by the move

The Girl From Ipanema by Stan Getz And Joāo Gilberto

Can't take my eyes off you - Frankie valli

Green onions by Booker T. & The M.G.’s

Stand by Me by Ben E. King

Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows By Lesley Gore

Monster Mash by Bobby Pickett

Wichita Lineman by Glen Campbell

I Say a Little Prayer by Dionne Warwick

Aquarius (Let the Sunshine In) by the 5th Dimension

The Impossible Dream by Jim Nabors

Return to sender by Elvis Presley

It's not Unusual by Tom Jones

[punctuation-completionist]

here are some fun (ish) facts i learned today while reading snails & monkey tails: a visual guide to punctuation & symbols!

the abbreviation of pound to lb is because the word libra pondo is where the word for pound comes from and lb is short for libra

this is also why this -> £ is the sign for pound if i understand correctly

the letter w is (was?) an orthographic ligature just like the letter œ or æ

not only that but the ampersand is a ligature of the letters e and t (though you can't really see it anymore) because et was latin for and

the word ampersand comes from the phrase, "and per se and" and it in fact... was originally a mondegreen (not as cool as that jimi hendrix one though)

ampersand in french is esperluette which comes from the phrase "es per lou et" in old french, aka "c'est pour le et" which means "this is for the and"

the ampersand used to kinda be a letter? like it used to be in alphabet songs?

the plus sign is also a simplification of et

an asterisk can be used to signify birth date, as well as the dagger being able to signify death date

a single dagger can be called an obelisk and a double dagger can be called a diesis

the obelisk and asterisk are the origins of the names for the characters astérix and obélix? or maybe they just inspired them? wild

the reason we indent at the beginnings of paragraphs is because originally space was left for people to put a pilcrow to indicate the start of the paragraph but then even after we lost the pilcrow the indent still stays

at sign is the worst word for the thing possible. english is slacking. it's very sad

some of these may have been obvious but i thought they were interesting. also, you should really check out this book the whole "visual guide" thing is super cool. it's a good book.

[devilat-thedoor]

Smile Pretty

A/N: one of many ideas birthed in the DMs with my bby Li ( @stardustvanfleet ) the way our conversations can get so easily carried away is insane. but i live for it and i love her so so much and this wouldn’t have come to be without her. i do have an idea for a Pt2 if it’s wanted? and i’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming after this. but i hope you enjoy🩵

Word Count: 2.4k

Jake x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI(Striptease, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Oral[m&f rec], Camera use, Spit, Cumplay) If i missed anything, please let me know!

“God, I love that fucking dress…” Your boyfriend murmured to himself as he ushered you through the front door. After locking up, he turned back to you, hands immediately finding your waist, and pulled you in for a kiss.

You held a single finger over his lips and pushed him away. “Sit down… I have a surprise for you, baby.” Spinning around, you stalked deeper into the apartment as he followed behind you.

Jake shrugged his jacket off and slung it over the back of the leather chair in the living room before sinking onto the cushion, “What did I do to earn a surprise?” He asked, watching you slip into the bedroom, and pulled his phone from his pocket.

“You planned a nice date before you leave for tour… I wanted to repay the gesture.” You called from the room and began peeling your dress off to slip into the skimpy, black bra and g-string, trimmed in a cherry red, scalloped lace. You’d purchased the set earlier in the week after Jake told you he’d planned a date night for the both of you and knew you’d want to surprise him with something sweet, after dinner, to end the night. After looking yourself over in the full length mirror, adjusting the cups and situating the thong just right on your hips, you pulled the short, black satin robe over your shoulders and tied it up. Fluffing your hair out, you commanded the echo dot that was sitting on your dresser, “Alexa, play Foxey Lady by Jimi Hendrix.” You poked your head out of the door, seeing Jake’s face looking down at his phone, before leaning against the door jamb in a sexy pose.

When the music began to play, his eyes lifted to see you standing there, wrapped up like a present in the silky, black material. His mouth hung open as you pushed off the frame and gave him a smile before slowly toeing towards him. “Wait- just hang on a second…”

You stopped in your tracks, confusion twisting your features as he fumbled with his phone. “Jake, what are you-.” Your question was answered by the way he lifted his phone, holding it horizontally to record you.

He held his hand up, pointing at you with a hungry stare, “…Aaaand….action…. Let me have my surprise now.” Biting your lip with a playful smirk, you started towards him again, one foot in front of the other. Halfway across the room, you made a show of pulling the tie loose on the robe and letting it fall open, finally showcasing the racy set you’d picked just for him. You smiled when he shifted in his seat, palming his hardening cock with a squeeze. “Goddamn, angel. You look fucking beautiful.” He was watching you on the phone screen and you made sure to look straight into the camera for him as you let the robe slide down your arms into a heap on the floor.

You did a slow twirl, allowing him to see the little red bow that connected the strings at the back of the panties, “Do you want me to unwrap your present, Jakey?”

He gave an eager nod, all but drooling as he watched your hands fold behind your back to unclip the bra. “Fucking hell…” The garment fell to the floor, exposing your breasts to Jake and his phone camera. When you hooked your thumbs into the panties to pull them down, he stopped you, “Leave those on…for now.”

“Okay…” You stood in front of him, leaning down to place your hands on his knees and give him a kiss. He flipped the phone enough to capture the kiss on his little home video as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Your hands traveled up his thighs, ghosting over his erection, to unbutton his pants. Breaking away from the kiss, you looked at the phone and back to him, “Time to call cut, baby… Turn the phone off.” You dropped to your knees in front of him, giving him an expectant look.

He halted the recording, giving you his big pleading eyes. “Can I just record a little bit? Just enough to get me through the first few tour dates…until you come visit?” He pouted his lip at you in a silent plea.

Your resolve melted, a new excitement forming at the idea of making a film with Jake. “Fine…only a little bit.”

A grin stretched across his face, “Hold this for me.” He passed you the phone and stood up, pulling his zipper down. You took the opportunity to resume the recording and aim the camera at him, taking care to capture the very minute he dropped his pants to reveal his thick length, stiff and bouncing after being freed. He took the phone back, chuckling at the way you gazed at him. Jake turned the lens back on you, pushing your hair out of your face, “Smile real pretty for the camera, angel.”

Looking up, you stared directly into the lens again and flashed a beaming, toothy grin as you reached to grasp his cock. “How do I look, baby?” You used the sexiest tone you could manage, letting your tongue gather the precum from his tip.

Jake breathed out a sigh, his eyes fluttering momentarily, “So fucking pretty when you’re on your knees…hungry for me.” He paused, grabbing your chin and pulling your lip down with his thumb to show your teeth. “Are you gonna take my fat cock down your throat, pretty girl?”

Your eyes widened at his vulgar speech. He was never shy about being vocal, but he was definitely playing up his dialogue for the sake of his film… So you would do just the same, be the star of the show for him. “I am, Jakey… I’m gonna take every inch.” You ran your tongue across the edge of your teeth and locked eyes with him, “You wanna fuck my mouth, baby? Make me gag?” You were stroking him slowly with a firm grip as you held eye contact.

“Look at the camera, babe.” He focused the camera on your face, shuddering as you rolled your fingers over his head, and waited for you to stare back into the lens. “Now suck my fucking dick.” You didn’t need to be told twice, instantly leaning in to pull him into your mouth. You kept your eyes trained on the phone as you took him further, slithering your tongue along the underside. “Fuuuuck…deeper…” He grunted, placing his free hand on the back of your head to push you down, “You said you’d take every inch. Be a good girl and fucking…take it.” Jake held your head in place, rocking his hips against you as he watched you through the screen. Every few moments, his head would fall back or he’d release a guttural groan as he snapped his hips harder. The first gag was mild, just a minor throat spasm, but when he aimed for another with a sharp thrust, you squeezed your eyes shut with a violent cough. He gripped your hair to pull you from his length, admiring the thick string of saliva that kept you tethered to him. “Hmm. My filthy fucking girl.” He gripped himself, tracing your lips with the tip before tapping his cock over your face, “Spit on it, angel…make a fucking mess.” You obeyed, pushing a glob of spit through your lips to coat his length. “Open up and let me cum in that sweet mouth of yours.”

Opening your mouth wide, you let your tongue hang out, ready and waiting for him. Jake slipped back in, immediately finding his rhythm, and began hitting the back of your throat with blunt, pointed strokes. “Look at you, fucking choking on me…” He brushed his thumb below your eye, wiping away the black, streaky tears from your running mascara. You moaned around him, hollowing your cheeks to suck harder, and he twitched against your tongue. “Goddamn, angel…I’m almost there. I- Shit…” His face screwed up as you began to pump his cock while bobbing your head faster, driving him straight to the edge.

“Come on, Jakey. Let me have it, baby. I’m starving for it.” The way he was throbbing in your palm made it clear that he was close, but you were taken by surprise when he let out a deep, strangled groan and painted your lips with the first rope of his release. You took him back into your mouth, allowing him to empty his seed on your tongue with a soft hum.

Just as you were about to swallow, Jake grasped your jaw, demanding through his labored breaths, “Hold it…Show me.” He growled when your brows drew together in question. “Stick that fucking tongue out… and show me what a good little cumslut you are.” He let go of your face and straightened up, making sure the video was in focus to capture the display. You flashed a mischievous smile and rolled your tongue out to reveal Jake’s cum coating it. Pulling your tongue back into your mouth, you pushed his release through your grinning teeth and let it drip over your plush lip and onto your chin, giving a lewd exhibit for the film. “Good girl. Now swallow it.” He watched proudly as you gulped him down before dragging his thumb across your chin and pushing the leftover mess into your mouth, “You’re not one to waste, are you, pretty baby?” You sucked on his digit as you shook your head. He took his thumb back and cupped your cheek with a warm smile.

You grasped his hips, using them as leverage to pull yourself up from the floor, and snatched the phone from his hand. When he opened his mouth to protest, you looped your hands around his neck and jumped, locking your legs around his waist, and pressed your lips to his. Jake held you up, his hands gripping your ass hard, and carried you to the couch. “My turn?” You asked quietly as he laid you across the cushions, “Do I get to make my directorial debut?” You pointed the camera at him as he hovered over you, leaving a trail of gentle pecks between your breasts.

He stopped his path right below your navel to look up into the lens, effectively making eye contact with you. “You wanna film me eating this sweet, little cunt, angel?” He continued to work his way down after you nodded, smiling to himself at the soft whimpers cascading from your mouth. When he made it to your panties, he bit the right string, pulling it and back and letting it snap against your hip with a wicked laugh. His fingers slipped beneath the straps to peel the g-string down your legs. “God. You gotta see what I’m seeing…” He pulled the phone from your grasp and turned it back on you, aiming directly at your pussy as he dragged his middle and ring fingers through your folds, showcasing how wet you were by the amount of arousal coating his digits. Jake flicked his fingers over your clit, drawing a mewl out of you, before giving you phone back. “Hold the camera steady, baby… I don’t want you to miss a second of this.” The second his sentence concluded, he jumped in and began lapping at your clit, thrashing his head back and forth with a hungry groan.

Your hands ached to pull on his chestnut locks, to scratch his scalp, but you kept them still to hold the phone in place. “Fuck, Jake…You- Ohhh.” Your thoughts were cut off when you looked down at the phone screen to catch his eyes, staring deep into your soul as he closed his lips around the sensitive bud and pushed his long fingers into your cunt. The eye contact felt so incredibly intimate paired with the way you watched him devouring you through the screen, like it was a movie made for your eyes only. His fingers curled against your gspot, forcing your eyes to finally roll as you bucked yourself into his face. “Ahh… Baby, please. Don’t fucking stop…” 

Jake was pulling out all of his tricks; careful nibbles with his perfect teeth, pressing all your sweet spots with his calloused fingers, the rapid flicks of his tongue turned to flat, slow drags. He was eliciting sounds that you’d never made before, luring them from the depths of your chest as he wound you up. “Sweetest fucking pussy, angel. Cum on my tongue so I can give you a taste, sweet girl.” He removed his fingers, hooking his hands around your thighs to hold you down as he focused all of his attention on your clit.

“Shit. Jake…ohh fuck, Jaaake…” The heat was spreading through your body, burning bright and blinding as your trembling hands dropped the phone. The device clattered to the floor with a thud but neither of you made a move to grab it. It was mere seconds before you were taken by your climax, the world tilting and shifting around you in a dizzying tailspin. You couldn’t make a sound, your jaw hung wide in silence as your vision blurred. Jake pushed his tongue through your entrance, using it to coax you back to reality and bring you down from the high.

Your body went limp, relaxing and melting into the couch as he retracted his mouth and crawled up your body. Holding true to his promise, he pressed his lips to yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth to allow you a taste. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, but he was moving sideways, reaching. When he broke away from the kiss, you opened your eyes to see him picking the phone up and flipping it to the front facing camera. He looked at his reflection on the phone before angling it to fit the both of you on the screen, “We look good on camera, don’t we, angel?”

“Mhmm…” You glanced at the phone and pressed your lips to Jake’s cheek, “We look real good, baby.” You could feel his cock growing again as he began to grind into you with a devious smile.

He turned his head to face you, pecking your lips and catching your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. “How about we go finish our movie in the bedroom, hmm?”

[angelap3]

Oggi è il 26 Maggio ed in questo giorno, nel 1926, ad Alton, nell'Illinois, U.S.A., nasceva il grande trombettista Jazz Miles Davis, che viene considerato tra i più grandi, innovativi ed originali musicisti nel XX° Secolo. Le sue esperienze partirono dal linguaggio “Bebop”, per poi approdare al Jazz elettrico ed alle particolarità del “Jazz-Rock”. Scopritore di straordinari giovani talenti che esaltò chiamandoli nelle sue tante formazioni, fu sempre aperto anche al confronto jazzistico con altri linguaggi, arrivando a mettersi in gioco fino ad accettare progetti discografici con i primi sperimentatori del Rap. Fu protagonista tra i più influenti del percorso della musica Jazz mondiale. La mia grande passione per il Jazz nacque dalla folgorazione che ricevetti nel 1969 dopo l'ascolto del suo doppio disco “Bitches Brew”, e rimase, insieme a Jimi Hendrix, tra i miei musicisti preferiti. Morì a Santa Monica nel 1991.

Bruno Pollacci

Direttore dell'Accademia d'Arte di Pisa

[detroitlib]

Portrait of musician Jimi Hendrix. Typed on back: "From: Goldstein Organization, 200 W. 57th Street, New York, N.Y. 10019. LT 1-3800. Contact: Pat Costello. The Jimi Hendix experience. Jimi Hendrix."

E. Azalia Hackley Collection of African Americans in the Performing Arts, Detroit Public Library

[ilpianistasultetto]

Ricordo quasi tutti i negozi del mio quartiere durante la mia infanzia: il forno dei "milanesi", il banco di "baffo", venditore di ciabatte al mercato scoperto, la drogheria "cetorelli", l'edicola, la pizzeria dei fratelli Cirmi, il bar "Diego", la cartoleria "Guidi".... ma piu' di tutti ricordo la barberia del Kocis e quel minuscolo negozietto di dischi, "Facioni". La barberia perche' aveva dipinto al soffitto un bel ritratto di Jimi Hendrix e il Kocis era la sua copia spiccicata nella pettinatura, mentre il negozietto di Facioni perche' era l'unico ad avere dischi inglesi e americani. Forse perche' lui aveva appena 20anni. Ricordo quando entravo e vedevo Renato Facioni dietro quel minuscolo bancone. -"Vieni, vieni Rob, m'e' arrivato un po' di materiale nuovo. Vieni, vieni, ti faccio sentire qualche pezzo". Quella volta che mise sul giradischi David Bowie me lo ricordo come fosse adesso, uscii dal negozio e mi sentii attratto dallo spazio, avevo conosciuto una voce che veniva da lassu'.. @ilpianistasultetto