#eddie marr

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Torchy Blane.. Playing with Dynamite (1939) Noel M. Smith

August 5th 2023

[papirossy]

Eddie Munson in that famous Johnny Marr pose

[weewoo911]

So I wrote a little something loosely based on this post I made about Eddie subconsciously associating his future wedding as being with Buck- I haven't written for ages but I thought if I was gonna make it into a fic I'd also have an accidental drunk confession to Buck in there- and this is that. If I ever wrote a whole fic of this there'd be no cheating so dw dw

"It must be nice," Buck says from the floor, "Marr-Marriaging, -having a wedding. I want that, I'd want-"

"I know what you want," Eddie laughs confidently from the empty tub. It feels very zen, lying here with his legs hooked over the circular tub, like lying inside a big cereal bowl. He is so drunk, and giddy and totally at peace with everything, "You want a spring wedding because you want a frankly ridiculous amount of flowers. You want it far enough away from the city that you can see the stars at night, but not so far that it'd cost too much for everyone to travel there. You like the idea of releasing lanterns but you're worried about the environment so you'd probably want - like- doves or butterflies instead-"

"Butterflies," Buck says from the floor, his voice thick, "Eddie, what-"

"M'not finished," Eddie continues with the gravitas of someone so hammered they cant feel their legs but who is nevertheless making an Important Point, "Butterflies, then. You want a light coloured suit, something that breathes well because you'll worry about sweating. Bobby would be doing the ceremony, so maybe Athena to walk you down the aisle? And of course Maddie as your best man. Woman. Person."

"… Maddie?"

"Well yeah," Eddie shrugs, transfixed by how the ceiling seems to be slowly tilting to the side, "Because Chris would be mine, and that way they can both be involved."

There's a frantic shuffling noise from the floor, and Buck's voice is much clearer when he speaks again, "Eddie. Eddie are you talking about- me and you getting married?"

"Who else?" And in his alcohol-soaked state, it's as simple as that- who else. God knows he's tried to fit other people into that role and they just never fit right because the void in his life is so decisively Buck-shaped. Haha, God knows, his chest begins to shake with silent laughter, it's funny, right? Because of the Catholicism.

"And that's-" Buck sounds kind of upset, which makes Eddie pause, why would Buck be upset when there's good booze and the ceiling is tilting and they're getting married? "That's something you want- the-the spring wedding and the butterflies and the-"

Oh, Buck's simply misunderstood, that's easy.

"I just wanna be the guy standing next to you."

[badnewswhatsleft]

total guitar #160 march 2007 [joe's video]

transcript below cut:

You voted Dance, Dance in at No 57 in TG’s 100 Greatest Riffs, so we managed to collar the dual guitar talents of Fall Out Boy’s Joe Trohman and Patrick Stump to ask them how they write riffs, who they think is the ultimate riff-writing machine and what they deem to be the top five greatest riffs ever written…

Words: Claire Davies, Images: Joby Sessions

When you look at Fall Out Boy or listen to any one of their albums, it’s easy to dismiss them as pop punk scamps who like to mess around on the guitar but don’t take it that seriously. In some respects you’d be right, but singer/guitarist Patrick Stump and his talented co-guitarist Joe Trohman know quite a bit about writing insanely catchy riffs and playing guitar.

Patrick, for instance, doesn’t respect players who wail unnecessarily over a song. “I like restraint in guitarists,” he says. “It’s easy to go overboard and try to be Eddie Van Halen. But here’s the thing: you’re not.” Joe, on the other hand, is completely obsessed with vintage guitars. “I was really into vintage Gibsons, but I just used to break them all the time and it turned out to be kind of expensive. Now I play Washburns ‘cos they have that same wide-neck feel and pickups as some of those 70s Les Pauls.”

One thing they’re both passionate about, however, is writing great riffs and how you - by expanding your musical horizons - can write one with as much groove as Pantera’s Walk…

So guys, why did you choose guitar and when did you start playing?

Joe Trohman: “I started playing guitar because of Metallica. I used to listen to them loads and when my grandma got me the Live Shit: Binge And Purge video I couldn’t stop watching it. I used to play viola and trombone in my school band, but watching bands like Metallica and Smashing Pumpkins made me wanna play guitar. From the moment I got a cheap $50 guitar, I played it all the time.”

Patrick Stump: “I chose drums to begin with, but my dad was a folk singer in the 70s so he always had a guitar lying around. I’d mess around and write songs on it, but I never fancied myself as much of a player. When the band started I ended up singing, even though I was supposed to be a drummer. Then one of our guitarists quit, I had to fill in and it went from there.”

When you were starting out, which guitarists influenced you?

Joe: “Kirk Hammett and Dimebag had a huge impact on me, as did Billy Corgan. I was into a lot of lead players, I guess, but as I got older I realised how important it was to play rhythm as well. People don’t realise how good a rhythm player James Hetfield is. I also love Johnny Marr, who has probably been my biggest influence so far.”

Patrick: “I’m not a huge Stones fan, but I appreciate Keith Richards’ playing ‘cos it’s all about his riffs. Outside of that, my favourite shit as a guitar player is funk; everyone from James Brown to Prince. I also love jazz player Joe Pass, who is one of the only people good enough to noodle on guitar, and Jesse Johnson who was in a band called The Time from the Prince movie Purple Rain. My favourite solo of his is just one note, but the crazy shit he does with that one note is unreal.”

Moving on to riff-writing, how would you describe a guitar riff?

Joe: “It’s a cool guitar part that catches you instantly. It’s something you can play over and over without it losing its edge.”

Patrick: “Yeah, it’s four bars that are simple and that grab you immediately, like the riff from Janet Jackson’s Black Cat. I think a good riff comes down to a good rhythm section. When you look at a guy like Dimebag, he always got right in there with the bass and drums. Pantera were built on a groove as strong and simple as any R&B groove.”

Joe: “Yeah, Walk has to be one of the simplest riffs ever but it grooves, and that’s what matters: what you do with the riff and how much it grooves.”

So how do you come up with riffs, such as the one on Dance, Dance?

Patrick: “We just fuck around until we come up with something. You’ll come up with a gazillion riffs when trying stuff out, but every so often something will jump in front of you. Once you’ve got your four bars, stuff will start happening. With Dance, Dance I was just sitting in the van and we were all talking about The Cure, and I had this idea of a Cure bass line that they never wrote, which ended up being the riff in Dance Dance.”

What’s the best riff you’ve written?

Patrick: “I really like the riff on Of All The Gin Joints. But The Take Over, The Breaks Over from our new record [Infinity On High] is easily one of our best riffs. I wrote it after reading something Bowie said: that he was sitting around one day and decided that he really wanted to write a riff like Keith Richards did. So he wrote Rebel Rebel. After reading that I thought, ‘Fuck! I wanna do that!’”

What, in your opinion, makes a kick-ass riff?

Joe: “A great riff comes from being part of the rhythm and acknowledging that you’re not gonna produce something totally original. You should listen to loads of different music and put your own spin on it. Like on our last album we wrote a riff that was like Panama by Van Halen. We’ve obviously taken influence from them on that song, but we’re not ripping them off wholesale. Instead it’s like paying homage to them.”

Patrick: “When you’re writing a riff you’re part of the rhythm section and you keep up the tempo and rhythm as if you were the drummer. You have stabs as though you were the snare drum and you’re hitting low notes as though you’re the bass drum, but you’re also controlling the melody. At the end of the day, a riff is something that you can hum and it’s a rhythm you can play on drums. If you have both those qualities in your riff then you’re onto something good.”

What do you think are the Top Five greatest riffs ever written?

Joe: “I love the start of This Charming Man by The Smiths, and Black In Black by AC/DC. Walk by Pantera is probably one of the best riffs ever, same as Battery by Metallica, but if you can’t do triplets and haven’t got tons of stamina then it’s hard to play. I also love South Of Heaven by Slayer just ‘cos it’s so evil sounding.”

Patrick: “Satisfaction by The Stones is the be-all and end-all of riffs. I’d also go for Rebel Rebel by David Bowie, Janet Jackson’s Black Cat, the second section of Bohemian Rhapsody and Black Sabbath by Black Sabbath. That one riff alone changed metal as we know it. I also wanna throw in Owner Of A Lonely Heart by Yes ‘cos it’s a great example of having really talented guitarists who still keep it simple.”

Who do you think is the ultimate riff-writing machine?

Joe: “I’d go with Randy Rhoads, just ‘cos I love that riff in Crazy Train. That guy was a genius.”

Patrick: “Angus and Malcolm Young have written so many phenomenal riffs that you can’t do any better than those guys. But I come from an R&B background so I wanna say Prince, just ‘cos Let’s Go Crazy is so awesome. And I also wanna know who wrote the riff to Michael Jackson’s Beat It [TG mentions it was session musician and Toto guitarist Steve Lukather]. Was it Lukather? Yeah, of course it was: he played the riff and Eddie Van Halen played the solo. I wonder why Lukather doesn’t get more recognition? Now you’ve mentioned Lukather, I wanna change one of my Top Five riffs to Toto’s Hold The Line, ‘cos that’s one of my favourite riffs ever!”

How did you approach the guitars on your new album, Infinity On High?

Patrick: “We’re both playing a lot more rhythm on this record, but if there is lead then it’s in much more of a BB King way where there’s a call and response.”

Joe: “My favourite thing about the guitars on our new songs is that I can ad-lib when we’re playing live. I know scales well enough and understand the fretboard well enough to do that. I could never tell you what key something is in, but in my head I know what it is. The cool thing about being in this band is that Patrick and I play guitar really well together, and I’ve learned a lot from watching Patrick and playing guitar with him.”

So can we expect a lot of guitar interplay from you on this album?

Joe: “Patrick also plays piano on this album, so he’s not always on guitar, but we split up a lot of the guitar playing. There’s a solo on The Take Over, The Breaks Over that we split in half when playing live, even though on the record it was done by Chad from New Found Glory and Ryan from Panic! At The Disco. We thought it was cooler to have guest guitarists than guest vocalists. So yeah, we split a lot of the guitar stuff up and switched between rhythm and lead. The weird thing is that I’m always pegged as the lead guitarist of the band, but we always switch back and forth.”

Patrick: “I think in general, I play a lot of the single-note leads and Joe plays a lot of the octave and chord leads.”

Which tracks on the new album best exemplify you guys as guitarists?

Patrick: “The end solo of Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? Is how I love to solo. It’s real bluesy, which is what I’m about as a player. I’d also say the solo on You’re Crashing But You’re No Wave.”

Joe: “Yeah, that one had a lot of Johnny Marr filler guitar in there, and also Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? It's filler guitar that doesn’t really jump out at you, but it’s atmospheric and it changes the vibe without you really knowing it.”

Finally, how proud are you as guitarists of your new album?

Patrick: “This is my favourite record because it’s restrained and funny. It’s basic rhythm playing, which is my favourite kind of guitar playing. I’m much happier playing a strong riff 100 times over than playing a kick-ass solo once. We do have kick-ass solos, but the way we write doesn’t always leave that much room for them.”

Joe: “I learned from playing on this album that I don’t need to play solos all the time. I’m proud of the record and proud of the cool riffs and songs that we’ve written together.”

Patrick: “I’m less impressed when someone shows off, and on this record we don’t show off a lot so obviously you should be impressed… I’m kidding!”

[buckedmundo]

can’t wait for eddie to snap at the buckleys see how bad it be

eddie: you’re not even invited to the wedding!

buck :eddie! baby calm down!

maddie: back it up a lot, i’m sorry wedding?

chim: baby?

buck: yeah eddie what do you mean by that, we aren’t…getting marr-

maddie*squeezes the life out of chims hand and squeals when eddie proposes

chim: oww!

[gas-station-trackphone]

When Eddie turns around to see Richie getting down on one knee with a ring in his hand, his first instinct is to gasp “No!” and grab him by the elbows to keep him on his feet. And maybe he would’ve realized this was the incorrect reaction if he’d had enough wits about him to catch the way Richie’s face drops and turns a sickly white, but he’s too busy scrambling to kneel himself while he struggles to pull something out of his own pocket, talking a mile a minute about “I’ve been planning this for months you motherfucker, you are not allowed to beat me to it!” and Richie might be having the worst case of emotional whiplash known to man but if there’s one thing he can do, it’s pick up a bit.

So he follows Eddie to the ground, one hand restraining Eddie’s where it digs in his pocket and the other pushing the open ring box in this face. “Too bad, baby, you snooze you loose! I get to ask you to marr-”

Eddie stops him with a hand slapped over his mouth. “Not a chance! I’m asking, you shut the hell up- ugh, gross, Rich!” He shudders as Richie licks the palm of his hand with no small amount of enthusiasm. “Knock it off, that tickles!”

Eddie pulls his hand back and drags his wet palm down the side of Richie’s face, managing to free his wrist from Richie’s grasp and pull out his own black velvet box. The sight of it takes Richie out of the joke, settles him in the moment, and he can only smile hard enough to hurt as his eyes well up.

“Okay, you first, then,” he rasps around the lump in his throat. Eddie’s face softens into a matching misty eyed grin, the hand on Richie’s cheek shifting to cradle his jaw and pull him into a kiss.

“Fuck you.” He kisses him again. “You ruined my whole plan.” He’s not even bothering to pull back, saying the words directly into Richie’s mouth. “I love you so much I could fucking explode.” Eddie opens the box, revealing the shiny gold band inside. He pulls back just enough to look in Richie’s eyes. “Marry me?”

Richie was nodding and gasping his ‘yes’ before Eddie even asked, and they’re both crying and getting tears and snot all over the place. Later Richie will get his turn, and Eddie will tell him about his original plan that he totally spoiled you asshole, and even later than that they’ll bicker over who gets to say “I do” first, but for now they’re content to kiss each other’s smiling teeth and forget about everything but this exact moment.

[fishandloaves]

Quotes from Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords (2004) that altered my brain chemistry:

You see the war, the true war, has never been one waged by droids, or warships or soliders. They are but crude matter, obstacles against which we test ourselves. The true war is waged in the hearts of all living things, against our natures, light or dark. That is what shapes the galaxy, not these creatures of man. You are the battleground. And if you fall, the death of the Republic will be such a quiet thing, a whisper that shall herald the darkness to come. [Kreia]

It is like a cloud, a mist that drifts from living creature to creature, set in motion by currents and eddies. It is the eye of the storm, te passions of all living things turned to energy, into a chorus. It is the rising swell at the end of life, the promise of new territories and new blood, the call of new mysteries in the dark. [Kreia on the Force]

I would die first, and glady, to preserve you, untouched, unharmed. Now that I have found you, I cannot sacrifice what I have found. [Visas Marr]

If you're ever fighting someone who has the power over your mind, whether light or dark, play pazaak. Start listing hyperspace routes. Recite engine sequencers. And when they try to use their powers on you, suddenly it's not as easy as they thought. Because you'll be right here with me, playing pazaak, where they can't reach you... [Atton]

Do you wonder where she wanders now, Mandalore? Why she gave you your orders, then abandoned you at the edge of the galaxy? [Kreia, to Mandalore]

Mira: When the galaxy takes something from me, I want the power to let go... and I want the power to heal the echo when it's gone. Exile: < One can live their whole life with such echoes, Mira. But I can teach you to accept them. > Mira: That sounds alright, from where I'm standing.

The difference between a fall and a sacrifice is sometimes difficult, but I feel that Revan understood that difference, more than anyone knew. The galaxy would have fallen if Revan had not gone to war. [Kreia]

Revan was power. It was like staring at the heart of the Force. [Kreia]

Vrook: You were deafened Kreia: At last...you could hear Kavar: You were broken Kreia: You were whole Zez-Kai Ell: You were blinded Kreia: And at last...you saw.

It has taken time for me to return here, I lost my way, but I've been stronger for the journey. What happens now shall not be done out of hate, or revenge, but for the sake of all life. And I ask you, finally, to forgive me. This body is a prison no longer. [Visas Marr]

Perhaps you were expecting some surprise, fro me to reveal a secret that had eluded you, somethng that would change your perspective of events, shake you to your core. There is no great revelation, no great secret. There is only you. [Kreia]

[tuesdaynightmusicclub]

Shan Tuesdaynightmusicclub's Top 50 Favourite Guitarists Ever

Still less embarrassing than Rolling Stone's!

50. Ritchie Blackmore

49. John Fahey

48. Marnie Stern

47. Peter Green

46. Pete Townshend

45. John Squire

44. Tony Iommi

43. Bob Weir

42. Mark Knopfler

41. Lee Ranaldo

40. Brian May

39. Hubert Sumlin

38. Kim Thayil

37. Masayoshi Tanaka

36. Carlos Santana

35. Eddie Van Halen

34. Keith Levine

33. Peter Buck

32. Dimebag Darrell

31. Mick Taylor

30. Dave Navarro

29. Wata

28. Eddie Hazel

27. Robert Fripp

26. Thurston Moore

25. Ernie Isley

24. Tom Verlaine

23. David Gilmour

22. Syd Barrett

21. Michael Karoli

20. Mick Ronson

19. Tom Morello

18. Mdou Moctar

17. Robbie Krieger

16. Jimmy Nolan

15. Chuck Berry

14. John McLaughlin

13. Glen Buxton

12. Guthrie Govan

11. Steve Howe

10. Daron Malakian

9. Jerry Garcia

8. Matt Bellamy

7. Frank Zappa

6. Buckethead

5. Carlos Alomar

4. John Frusciante

3. Johnny Marr

2. Django Reinhardt

Jimi Hendrix

[iamveronica]

Me, Morrissey & Manchester

As a teenager growing up in Manchester in the 1970s Billy [Duffy] befriended Steven Morrissey, drawn together by a mutual love of underground New York Music. They played in a band together briefly before both going on to extremely successful careers in music.

BD: I remember when I met Morrissey the first time he was smoking these menthol cigarettes called ‘More’ which were like long cocktail cigarettes. AL: Is that when he had long hair? BD: Yeah, it wasn’t really long, just longish, shoulder length curly hair. The quiffs all came later for us when after punk the next big thing was rockabilly with the Stray Cats around 1980…

AL: At the time was Morrissey a mate or just a guy that you had a musical connection with? BD: We shared an obsession with New York underground music and that was the connection with him, me, and my mates from Wythenshawe, like Phil Fletcher and Steven Pomfritt and to some extent Johnny Marr. Johnny was a young kid, 3 or 4 years younger than us but he was very smart even if he hadn’t really grown into himself at that point.

BD: I got the gig and they said do you know any singers cos Eddie Garrity had left the band too. I said, “I know this guy Steve and he really wants to be a singer and he’s shown me lyrics which are brilliant but I don’t know whether he can sing or not”. MP: It sounds like you were a bit wary about suggesting him? BD: Well, like I said the lyrics were amazing but I was just more scared for him that he would get battered cos it was quite a violent time. He wasn’t really effeminate but he used to have that sexual ambiguity thing and at the time the big bands were like Sham 69… it was all fighting, punk rock and skinheads. So, as such it was gamble to give him a go but I was desperate to do anything to get out of my home in Wythenshawe as I wasn’t getting on with my parents. Looking back on it I always knew that Morrissey was a unique character I just didn’t know if he could sing or not, or front it, but then I figured he’s such a strong character and what have I got to lose. All that said, even though his sexual orientation was always ambiguous it wasn’t a big deal amongst our group of friends. Nobody cared because a big part of the punk thing in Manchester was we always used to go to the gay clubs cos they’d have a straight night where they’d play all the music that we liked and you could go there and not get beaten up!

MP: You were obviously concerned about Morrissey being able to be a front man, so when did you realise it was going to work? BD: I think it was when he started throwing sweets out at that second Nosebleeds gig at the Ritz. We were the support band and did six songs and the last one was called ‘Peppermint Heaven’ and he threw out all these sweets which completely surprised everyone. That was the first time I thought that he had something special cos he never let on what he was going to do, he’d just thought that out and done it. Remember, at that time every other front man was more of an aggressive macho character and there was a lot of violence in the crowds and spitting going on so Morrissey throwing out sweets was quite different. We actually got a great review of that first gig in the NME by the legendary writer Paul Morley where he said “The Nosebleeds re-surface with a front man with charisma” and “Only their name can prevent them being this year’s big surprise”. An important thing to mention about the Nosebleeds with me and Morrissey was that we wrote all new songs and didn’t play any of the old ones including their single “Aint bin to no music school” which was their one known song! It was Morrissey’s insistence that we didn’t even do it and I don’t think he even wanted to call the band the Nosebleeds.

MP: So it was all brand-new songs that you’d written with Morrissey? BD: Yeah and one cover, apparently. I don’t actually remember writing with Steven though but I do remember some of the songs. As well as ‘Peppermint Heaven’ there was one called ‘Pristine Condition’… which I thought was quite funny and was about someone getting beaten up for being different. The lyric was from the point of view of a person pleading “don’t punch me in the face” … and that that was inspired by what was going on in town at that time. There was one called ‘I think I’m ready for the Electric Chair’ and I think also one called ‘Deeper and Deeper’.”

July 2017

[bluseum]

also why is everyone in the skellington book called [place name] [latin word] [adjective]

Derek very evidently names characters like any good lazy D&D player, random name generators and dictionaries. He doesn't seem to see a problem with

Abyssinia

Adam Brate

Adedayo Akinde

Adrasdos

Adrian Sykes

Adrienna Shade

Ajuoga

Alan

Alan (Boyle Solutions)

Alan Brennan

Alena Metz

Alesha Walsh

Alexander Remit

Alexander Slake

Alice Edgley

Aloysius Vespers

Amalia

Amity

Amity's Wife

Anathem Mire

The Ancients

Anguish

Anna

Annie Brennan

Anton Shudder

Arabella Wicked

Argeddion

Argento

Argus

Armiger Fop

Arthur Dagan

Ashione

Ashley Hubbard

Aspen

Assegai

Category:Assistants

Audoen

Auger Darkly

Aurnia

Auron Tenebrae

Aurora Jane

Category:Australians

Avatar

Avaunt

Axelia Lukt

Axle

Azzedine Smoke

Badstreet

Bagatelle

Baritone

Baron Vengeous

Bartholomew

Basher

Batu

The Beast

Bennet Troth

Benzel Travestine

Bernadette Maguire

Bernard Sult

Bertrand Solus

Beryl Edgley

Billy-Ray Sanguine

Binder Firm

Bison Dragonclaw

Black Annis

Boiler

Brennock

Brides of Blood Tears

Bridget

Brobding

Brock

Bruno

Bubba Moon

Burgundy Dalrymple

The Butcher

Byron Grace

Cadaver Cain

Cadaverous Gant

Caelan

Caisson

Caius Caviler

Cameron Light

Cark

Carol Edgley

Carol Edgley (Reflection)

Cassandra Pharos

Caste

Cathy

Cathy (The Button)

Category:Cats

Cerise

Ceryen

Cerys

Charivari

Charlie Smith

Child of the Faceless

China Sorrows

China's Assistant

China's Grandmother

Chrissy Brennan

Christophe Nocturnal

Civet

Clagge

Clarabelle

Cleaver

Clement Gale

Clerihew Montgomery

Coda Quell

Colleen Stint

Collup

Colm Muldoon

Conor Delaney

Corrival Deuce

Cothernus Ode

Crab

Craddock Sirroco

Crasher

Crepuscular Vies

Creyfon Signate

Crystal Edgley

Cu na Gealaí Duibhe

Dacanay

Daffyd Maybury

Dai Maybury

Daisy

Damocles Creed

Danny

Darian Vector

Darquesse

Dasher

Daveth Maybury

Davina Marr

Davit Maybury

Davon Maybury

Deacon Maybury

Death Monkey

Dedrich Wahrheit

Delafonte Mien

Desmond Edgley

Destrier

Detective Harris

Devoted

Dexter Vex

Dicer

Dima

Dionysus Pertinax

Doctor Whorl

Donegan Bane

Doran Purcell

Dragunov

Dreylan Scarab

Dubhóg Ni Broin

Duenna

The Dullahan

Dusk

Eachan Meritorious

Eamon Campbell

Eamon Pearce

Ed Stynes

Eddie Sullivan

Edgley Tempest

Edwina

Eliza Scorn

Elsie O'Brien

Elwood Satchel

Emmeline Darkly

Emmett Peregrine

Category:End of the World characters

Category:Energy-Throwers

The Engineer

Ephraim Tungsten

Erskine Ravel

Esryn Vanguard

Etta Faulkner

Evoric Cudgel

Faceless Ones

Father Reynolds

Fergus Edgley

Ferrente Rhadaman

Filament Sclavi

Finbar Wrong

Fintan Muldoon

Flaring

Fletcher Renn

Flint

Forby

Frightening Jones

Gall

Gary Price

Gavin Praetor

Ged

Category:Generals

Geoffrey Scrutinous

Gepard

Gepard Voke

Geraint Mizzle

Gerontius

Ghastly Bespoke

Ghastly Bespoke's father

Ghastly Bespoke's mother

Gladys

Glass

Gleeman Shakespeare

Gordon Edgley

Grace Kelly

Gracious O'Callahan

Graft

Gratio Erato

Gregory Castallan

Gregory Day

Greta Dapple

Griff

Grim

The Grotesquery

Gruesome Krav

Habergeon

Hansard Kray

Hapathy

Harmony

Hayley Skirmish

Hidalgo Bolt

Hieronymus Deadfall

Hoc

Hokum Pete

Hollow Men

Hopeless

Horts

The Hound

Hrishi

Hutchinson

Ian Moore

Ieni

Illori Reticent

Imogen

Infected

Isara

Isidora Splendour

Ivy

Jack Irons

Jackie Earl

Jajo Prave

James Hubbard

Jaron Gallow

Jason Randal

Jasper

Jenan Ispolin

Jeremiah Wallow

Jerry Houlihan

Jerry Ordain

Jethro

The Jitter Girls

Johann Starke

Joost

Kaiven

Kallista Pendragon

Kalvin Accord

Karrik

Kase

Kathryn Ether

Keir Tanner

Keith

Kenny Dunne

Kenspeckle Grouse

Keratin

Kes

Kierre of the Unveiled

Kiln

Kimora

Kitana Kellaway

Korb

Kribu

Krull

Kumo

Laken Cross

Lamour

Lapse

Larks

Larrikin

Lenka Bazaar

Levitt

Liam Muldoon

Lightning Dave

Lillian Agog

Lily

Lord Vile

Lorenzo Mult

Lorien

Luciana

Luke Skywalker

Madame Mist

Madcap Fenton

Magenta

Mahala

Maksy

Mandat

Mantis

Martin Flanery

Master

Maverick Reels

Melancholia St Clair

Melissa Edgley

Mellifluous Golding

Memphis

Mercy Charient

Merriwyn Hyphenate-Bash

Metric

Mevolent

Midnight Blue

Militsa Gnosis

Minion One and Minion Two

Mirk

Misery

Miss Nuncio

Moloch

Moribund

Mortal

Morven

Morwenna Crow

Mr Chou

Mr. Bliss

Mr. Fedgewick

Mr. Jib

Mud

Mulct

Murder Rose

Muriel Hubbard

Myosotis Terra

Myra

Myron Stray

Nathanial Quiver

Nefarian Serpine

Nero

Nestor Tarry

Never

Nixion

Nj Maverick

Noche

Noonan

Nye

Oberon Guile

Oblivious

Obloquy

Octa Gregorian Boona

October Klein

Odetta

Ogre

Oisin

Omen Darkly

Operative

Oscar Nightfall

Owen

Palaver Graves

Parthenios Lilt

Pat Hanratty

Patrick Slattery

Patrick Xebec

Paul Lynch

Paulie

Peg Muldoon

Pennant

Persephone Grief

Pete Green

Petrichor

Phil Lynott

Philomena Random

Ping

Portia

To name a few

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My media this week (25 Jun - 1 Jul 2023)

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📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰Cabin Pressure: Series 5 (Zurich) (John Finnemore, author; Stephanie Cole/Roger Allam/Benedict Cumberbatch/John Finnemore, narrator) - the final flight of MJN Air and crew

😍Mr. Eames and the Boy Wonder (saltandbyrne) - 85K, arthur/eames AU - eames is a leather Dom, arthur's a cosplayer who commissions him to make a harness for a costume, massive sparks - great characterizations & character voices, very, very hot

😊i wanna cut to the feeling (hairstevington) - 79K, steddie AU - ' the fic where Hairstylist!Steve fixes Rockstar!Eddie's hair before a show and falls in love immediately' - cute & fun

😍Unpredictable Synchronicity (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 115K, shrunkyclunks - PHENOMENAL fic - bucky's a civil rights lawyer, *very* slow burn, incredible characterizations, so many LOL lines. Plus bonus instructions on how to badger/shame your elected officials over the human rights violations currently being perpetrated

��💖 +48K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

I Didn't Know What Time It Was (MoreThanSlightly (cadignan)) - MCU: stucky, 19K - great WS recovery fic

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

D20: A Crown of Candy - " There is Strength in Sweetness" (s5,e1)

D20: A Crown of Candy - "Ambush on the Sucrosi Road" (s5,e2)

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🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

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50 MPH - 1 MPH / Getting Up to... Speed

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The Soundtrack Show - The Goonies: the Music

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Big Gay Fiction Podcast - Mark Kanemura: From Dancer to Children's Book Author

The Sporkful - The Food-Obsessed Subculture Of The Appalachian Trail

Rachel Maddow Presents: Déjà News - Episode 3: "The Meanest, Dirtiest, Low-Down Stuff"

American Hysteria - Pig Hill | Urban Legends Hotline

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Hunga Tonga-Hunga Ha'apai

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Switched on Pop - What makes a gay anthem?

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Outward Plus - Despair Is a Rational Response to Anti-Trans Activism

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The Atlas Obscura Podcast - We Heart Disasters… with John Marr

Endless Thread - 'Going Dark': Reddit's API Changes

Simply Reflecting - The Plane Is Running Out of Fuel?

Re: Dracula - June 29: Tonight is Mine

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - No Taste Like Home

99% Invisible #542 - Player Piano

50 MPH - 3 MPH / An Exercise in Structure

⭐Song Exploder - Natalie Merchant - Sister Tilly

Ologies with Alie Ward - Field Trip: Birds of Prey and Raptor Facts

Our Opinions Are Correct - Silicon Valley vs. Science Fiction: Ayn Rand

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I WAS A TEENAGE WEREWOLF (1957) – Episode 153 – Decades Of Horror: The Classic Era

“All right now, we’ll move in stagger fashion. We’ll circle the outer edges first and keep going round and round till we meet in the center.” And that’s called a “search grid?” Join this episode’s Grue-Crew – Chad Hunt, Daphne Monary-Ernsdorff, Doc Rotten, and Jeff Mohr – as they go for the winning combination of mad scientist and teenage angst in I Was a Teenage Werewolf (1957).

Decades of Horror: The Classic Era Episode 153 – I Was a Teenage Werewolf (1957)

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ANNOUNCEMENT Decades of Horror The Classic Era is partnering with THE CLASSIC SCI-FI MOVIE CHANNEL, THE CLASSIC HORROR MOVIE CHANNEL, and WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL Which all now include video episodes of The Classic Era! Available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, Online Website. Across All OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop. https://classicscifichannel.com/; https://classichorrorchannel.com/; https://wickedhorrortv.com/

A troubled teenager seeks help through hypnotherapy, but his evil doctor uses him for regression experiments that transform him into a rampaging werewolf.

  Director: Gene Fowler Jr.

Writers: Herman Cohen, Aben Kandel

Makeup Creator: Phillip Scheer

Selected Cast:

Michael Landon as Tony Rivers

Yvonne Lime as Arlene Logan

Whit Bissell as Dr. Alfred Brandon

Charles Willcox as Jimmy (as Tony Marshall)

Dawn Richard as Theresa

Barney Phillips as Detective Donovan

Ken Miller as Vic

Cynthia Chenault as Pearl (as Cindy Robbins)

Michael Rougas as Frank

Robert Griffin as Police Chief P.F. Baker

Joseph Mell as Dr. Hugo Wagner

Malcolm Atterbury as Charles Rivers

Eddie Marr as Doyle

Vladimir Sokoloff as Pepe the Janitor

Louise Lewis as Principal Ferguson

S. John Launer as Bill Logan (as John Launer)

Guy Williams as Officer Chris Stanley

Dorothy Crehan as Mrs. Mary Logan

A young Michael Landon, just a few years before rising to fame as “Little Joe” Cartwright in Bonanza, stars as Tony Rivers, a troubled teen struggling with anger management. Whit Bissell is featured as Dr. Alfred Brandon,  a psychologist (or mad scientist) with ulterior motives. Yes! Oh, yes, indeed! It’s the AIP/Herman Cohen campy classic, I Was a Teenage Werewolf. The Grue-Crew is in full Drive-In Theater mode for this one.

High-quality versions of I Was a Teenage Werewolf, streaming or physical media, are not available, but there is a reason. Susan Hart, the actress and widow of AIP co-founder James Nicholson, owns the rights to eleven AIP films outright: It Conquered the World (1956) and its remake Zontar, The Thing from Venus (1966); Invasion of the Saucer Men (1957) and its remake The Eye Creatures (1965); I Was a Teenage Frankenstein (1957); I Was a Teenage Werewolf (1957); The Amazing Colossal Man (1957); Terror from the Year 5000 (1958); Apache Woman (1955); The Oklahoma Woman (1956); and Naked Paradise (1957). She frequently negotiates rights for merchandise and theatrical showings, but physical media has not been updated for release in decades. You can, however, purchase a VHS tape of the movie.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror: The Classic Era records a new episode every two weeks. Up next in their very flexible schedule, as chosen by Chad, is The Wasp Woman (1959). Yes, they’re sticking with 1950s B-movies, but moving from AIP/Herman Cohen on to Film Group/Roger Corman!

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: leave them a message or leave a comment on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel, the site, or email the Decades of Horror: The Classic Era podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com

To each of you from each of them, “Thank you so much for watching and listening!”

Check out this episode!

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Une Mauvaise Influence - Eddie Munson

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Résumé : Tu es une cheerleader et sors avec Eddie Munson. Quand vous vous êtes mis ensemble, tu n'as pas voulu le dire, car tu ne voulais pas entendre les commentaires de tout le monde. Mais maintenant, tu es prête à montrer le garçon que tu aimes, peu importe ce qu'ils peuvent dire.

Warnings : Y/L/N = Ton Nom De Famille, Jason Carver est un connard, des cheerleaders méchantes, Jason se reçoit un coup dans les parties intimes, dites-moi si j'en ai oublié d'autres !

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Chanson qui m'a inspiré : Bad For Business par Sabrina Carpenter

La photo sortant du Polaroïd, tu la récupères avant de la secouer. Eddie t'embrasse la joue avant de récupérer sa guitare et de jouer quelques accords au hasard. Tu l'écoutes en attendant que le cliché apparaisse. Tu regardes son visage concentré, caché par quelques mèches de cheveux, avec attention. Après une minute, tu admires la photo dans ta main et découvre ton visage et celui d'Eddie, face à face. Vous avez un grand sourire et vos yeux sont remplis d'amour. En continuant à regarder l'image, tu te dis que tu as réellement de la chance de l'avoir. A chaque fois que tu passes un moment avec lui, ta reconnaissance envers ta prof de math s'agrandit. Si elle ne t'avait pas demandé d'aider Eddie, jamais tu ne lui aurais parlé.

Vos cercles sociaux sont différents, malheureusement. C'est la raison pour laquelle tu as voulu que vous gardiez notre relation pour vous à l'origine. Tu voulais juste aimer Eddie sans recevoir un avis extérieur. Mais c'est épuisant de se cacher. Et puis, depuis que tu es avec lui, ta confiance en toi s'accroit de jour en jour. Ces dernières semaines, tu as compris que tu voulais pouvoir serrer la main d'Eddie dans le couloir, tu voulais venir au lycée avec lui. Juste être un couple normal, même si vous avez une apparence opposée. Tu ne lui ai pas encore avoué ce que tu avais en tête, hésitant encore un peu, mais en regardant ce cliché, tes derniers doutes s'évanouissent.

Tu poses la photo sur le lit et te rapproche d'Eddie. Il continue à gratter sur sa guitare, même s'il sent ta présence. Tu prends une profonde respiration avant de prendre la parole :

- Eddie, j'ai bien réfléchi et..., commences-tu, attirant un regard inquiet de ton petit ami, ne t'inquiète pas, ce n'est rien de grave.

- Je t'écoute attentivement, t'assure-t-il en posant son instrument à côté de lui.

- On devrait arrêter de cacher notre relation.

- Arrêter de cacher dans le sens je pourrais t'embrasser devant tout le monde ?

- Oui, dans ce sens-là.

Eddie se lève d'un coup du lit, ne pouvant pas contenir sa joie. Tu le regardes en rigolant. Il se rassoit devant toi et te prend les mains.

- Qu'est-ce qui t'a fait changer d'avis ? demande-t-il avec un grand sourire.

- J'en ai marre de dire que si je ne vais pas à telle soirée c'est parce que je suis fatiguée ou que mes parents ne veulent pas alors que je suis avec toi. Et puis, on n'aurait pas dû se cacher. Je veux dire, tu es quelqu'un qui assume qui tu es et j'ai été égoïste en te demandant de rester discret. Ce n'était pas honnête envers toi, déclares-tu en baissant les yeux, honteuse.

- C'est ce que tu voulais.

- Je sais, mais je n'aurais pas dû te demander ça. Je t'ai demandé de cacher une partie de toi alors que je sais que tu n'es pas le genre de personne à faire ça. Je suis désolée et je veux changer ça, affirmes-tu en posant ta main sur ta joue.

- Je ne t'en veux pas, Y/N. Je te le promets, mais je ne vais pas te mentir, je suis content de savoir que je vais pouvoir montrer à tout le monde que je sors avec la plus belle des cheerleaders.

Tu te penches pour l'embrasser chastement.

- Alors, tu m'amènes au lycée demain ?

- Avec grand plaisir, Milady, finit Eddie, heureux.

Le lendemain, dans le van d'Eddie, tu n'es pas nerveuse, étonnement. Tu sais que tu vas recevoir des critiques de tes amies, mais Eddie est devenu tellement important pour toi ces derniers mois que tes sentiments sont plus forts que leurs opinions.

En arrivant au lycée, Eddie t'ouvre la portière. Tu as beau lui dire qu'il n'est pas obligé, il insiste pour le faire. C'est mignon. En sortant de son véhicule, tu positionnes ton sac sur ton épaule avant de prendre la main d'Eddie. Un grand sourire prend place sur son visage, comme sur le tien. Vous commencez à avancer jusqu'à l'entrée de l'établissement et tu vois déjà certains regards. Tu essayes de ne pas y prêter attention et la présence d'Eddie t'aide. Avant d'entrer, il s'arrête et se met face à toi :

- Je dois parler avec le club Hellfire avant le début des cours. On se voit en littérature ?

- Pas de souci.

- Je vais partir avant que tes amies m'attaquent avec leurs pompons.

- A tout à l'heure, rigoles-tu en l'embrassant.

Il s'éloigne de toi en te faisant un dernier signe de la main. Tu lui souris avant d'aller vers les cheerleaders, en essayant d'avoir un air détaché :

- Salut les filles.

- C'était quoi ça ?!

- T'es devenue folle ?!

- Eddie "Le Taré" Munson, sérieusement ?!

- Ne l'appelle pas "Le Taré", rétorques-tu sèchement à Chelsea.

- Tu es en couple avec lui ? me demande Chrissy sur un ton gentil, contrairement aux autres.

- Oui, depuis quelques temps.

- Mais pourquoi ? Tu sais bien qu'il est dangereux ! Il a fondé un club qui vénère le diable, proteste Chelsea.

- C'est un club de Donjons et Dragons, la corriges-tu en levant les yeux au ciel.

- Enfin, Y/N, il vend de la drogue, murmure-t-elle en regardant autour d'elle. Tout le monde le sait.

- Tout le monde le sait car vous êtes les premiers à lui en acheter pour vos soirées, répliques-tu. Je dois aller en cours.

Tu t'éloignes du groupe en soupirant fortement. Ces réactions étaient prévisibles, mais tu en es tout autant agacée. Personne n'a l'air d'avoir la capacité de regarder au-delà des apparences. C'est désespérant. Tu croises les doigts pour que cette situation ne dure pas longtemps.

Grâce à la matinée de cours, tu arrives à te calmer. Tes amies n'ont pas reparlé d'Eddie, mais leur comportement a changé. A la pause du midi, Eddie vient vers toi, ramenant totalement ta bonne humeur. Il t'invite à sa table avec les membres du club Hellfire. En t'asseyant, la plupart d'entre eux ont la bouche grande ouverte.

- J'arrive pas à croire qu'il disait la vérité, déclare Dustin, sous le choc.

- Pourquoi est-ce que j'aurais menti ? J'ai une magnifique copine, c'est un fait, Henderson.

- Mais c'est presque improbable que tu sois attiré par une populaire et encore plus qu'une cheerleader tombe amoureuse de toi, annonce Mike comme si c'était évident. Pour réponse, Eddie le frappe derrière la tête. Aïe !

- Continue et tu seras interdit à ma prochaine campagne.

- Je suis juste étonné. Tu vas manger avec nous tous les jours ?

- Un jour sur deux, réponds-tu à Mike. Je veux aussi passer du temps avec certaines de mes amies. Sinon, je suis ravie de tous vous rencontrer officiellement !

Les autres adolescents montrent leur enthousiasme et la discussion se fait facilement. Ils t'incluent dans leur conversation sans une hésitation. Eddie est heureux à tes côtés. Même s'il savait qu'il n'y aurait pas de problème avec ses amis, il est satisfait de leur réaction.

Avant ton entraînement de cheerleader, Eddie te retrouve à ton casier. Comme tu finis plus tard, c'est Chrissy qui te ramène donc ils voulaient que vous vous voyez une dernière fois avant la fin de la journée. Dans ses bras, tu apprécies les dernières minutes de répit avant de retrouver tes coéquipières. Par ailleurs, Eddie ne tarde pas à te demander la façon dont elles ont réagi :

- Je ne t'ai pas demandé à midi, mais ça s'est bien passé avec tes amies ?

- Moins pire que ce que je croyais, mais bien évidemment Chelsea a dû ramener la connerie du "mais il vénère le démon".

- Quoi ? Je ne t'ai pas encore dit qu'ils avaient raison depuis le début ? J'ai pour objectif de te sacrifier à la prochaine pleine lune, affirme-t-il avec un faux air démoniaque.

- T'es idiot, répliques-tu en rigolant.

- Peut-être, mais je t'ai fait sourire.

- J'espère juste qu'elles vont vite lâcher l'affaire. Elles n'ont rien à dire sur notre relation, franchement ! déclares-tu en sentant la colère monter à nouveau. Tes yeux dérivent sur l'horloge sur le mur d'en face et tu réalises que tu vas être en retard. Mon Dieu ! Je dois y aller ! A demain, t'exclames-tu en l'embrassant.

- Je t'aime ! te crie-t-il alors que tu commences à courir.

- Moi aussi !

En arrivant au vestiaire vide, tu comprends que les filles sont déjà prêtes. Tu mets ta tenue de sport en vitesse. Tu pose tes habits sans faire attention avant de prendre ta bouteille et de trottiner jusqu'au gymnase. En entrant sur le lieu, tu vois qu'ils n'ont pas encore commencé. Tu reprends ton souffle en posant ta gourde à côté des autres. Tu te rapproche de tes coéquipières quand Chelsea te lance un regard de travers.

- Tu es en retard.

- D'une minute, affirmes-tu en pointant le tableau d'affichage avec l'heure derrière elle.

- Je suis sûre que c'est à cause du Taré.

- Arrête de l'appeler comme ça !

- Quoi ? C'est vrai ! Et puis, depuis le début de l'année, tu es arrivée souvent en retard et/ou fatiguée aux entraînements. Il n'a pas une bonne influence sur toi, insiste-t-elle et tu vois certaines des filles acquiescer.

- Tu dis n'importe quoi ! J'ai à peine une minute de retard de temps en temps comme aujourd'hui. Et la seule fois où j'en ai eu 5, c'était parce que madame O'Donnell m'avait retenu à la fin de son cours ! te défends-tu, elle prend son faux air innocent avant de te répondre.

- Je dis ça pour toi. Ça serait bête que tu perdes ta place à cause de lui.

- Elle ne perdra pas sa place, assure Chrissy en se mettant à côté de toi. Ne t'inquiète pas, Y/N. On allait tout juste commencer les échauffements, t'informe-t-elle avec un sourire amical. Tu es à l'heure. Allez, les filles, c'est parti !

Tu lances un regard reconnaissant à Chrissy pour la remercier d'avoir mis fin à la conversation. Chelsea commence ses étirements comme si de rien était alors que tes nerfs sont gonflés à bloc. Tu tentes de faire abstractions de ses stupides accusations, mais les regards jugeurs des autres cheerleaders ne t'aident pas.

Même si un seul jour est passé, tu as espoir que les remarques vont se calmer. Ou au moins se réduire à des regards. Pour l'instant, ça semble être le cas.

Comme convenu, à midi, tu manges cette fois-ci avec ton cercle social. Cependant, tu t'approches d'Eddie et caresse son épaule avant de rejoindre la table des populaires. Il te sourit en te regardant t'installer au bout de table, à côté de Chrissy. Tu commences à manger ton sandwich quand tu vois Jason s'asseoir face à toi, un regard déterminé sur le visage :

- Alors, il paraît que Eddie "Le Taré" Munson t'a corrompu.

- Jason, le réprimande Chrissy.

- Je ne vois pas en quoi ça te regarde, rétorques-tu.

- Je veux juste la protéger, car il lui a sûrement déjà fait du mal, répond Jason à Chrissy en ignorant ton commentaire.

- Il ne m'a rien fait. Il est bien plus gentil que vous tous, informes-tu sèchement.

- Et son club, c'est quoi pour toi ?

- Juste un club pour un jeu de fantaisie.

- Ce n'est qu'une question de temps avant qu'il te blesse.

- Tu ne le connais même pas. Tu es ridicule, Carver.

- OK, imaginons deux secondes : il n'est pas méchant, ce dont je doute, sortir avec lui n'est toujours pas bon pour toi. Tu crois vraiment que tu peux rester populaire avec lui ? te demande-t-il sérieusement.

- J'ai signé pour être cheerleader, pas populaire.

- Ça va ensemble. Tout le monde sait ça, affirme Jason, comme si c'était évident. Qu'est-ce que nos adversaires vont dire de toi, de nous, quand ils découvriront qu'une de nos cheerleaders est avec Munson ? On perdrait toute crédibilité.

- Je pense qu'on a plus de risques de perdre notre crédibilité en perdant les matchs. Tu sais comme les deux derniers. Si je ne dis pas de bêtise, c'est à cause d'une de tes mauvaises passes qu'on n'a pas pu égaliser, non ? attaques-tu avec un sourire sur le visage. Alors, arrête de blâmer Eddie pour tout et n'importe quoi alors que tu ne le connais pas. Tu es juste un connard, Carver !

Tu ne le laisses pas répondre et quittes la cafétéria telle une furie, laissant derrière toi tes affaires. Tu entends Eddie courir derrière toi, mais tu ne te retournes pas avant d'être à une bonne distance de Jason. Quand Eddie voit que tu t'arrêtes, il n'attend pas avant de te prendre dans ses bras. Tu sens la tension dans ton corps redescendre. Tu le serres un peu plus contre toi, appréciant sa présence.

- Désolé, c'est à cause de moi s'ils ne te lâchent plus, chuchote-t-il dans ton oreille.

- Ne t'excuse pas, répliques-tu en te séparant légèrement de lui. C'est eux qui devraient le faire. Tu n'as rien fait de mal. Ils sont juste tous cons. Honnêtement, je ne comprends pas pourquoi ils en font toute une histoire. C'est notre relation, pas la leur. Ma vie personnelle n'a rien à voir avec mes compétences de cheerleader !

- Ils sont trop occupés à se conformer à cette société débile pour comprendre la différence. Ne fais pas attention à ce qu'ils disent, dit Eddie en caressant ton bras.

- J'aimerais ! m'exclames-tu en me détachant de lui. Sincèrement, j'aimerais être comme toi et ne pas être affectée par ce qu'ils disent, mais ils savent me taper sur le système. Je n'aime pas la façon dont ils parlent de toi, t'écris-tu en pointant la direction de la cafétéria. Tu es le garçon le plus gentil que je connaisse et ils te jugent juste parce que tu as un look de métalleux.

- Oublie les, déclare-t-il en se rapprochant de toi.

- Comment ? J'ai encore trois heures de cours avec eux.

- Pas si on sèche.

- Eddie, je ne peux pas.

- Tu ne loupes jamais les cours, une fois ne peut pas te faire de mal. Et puis, tu es complètement remontée contre eux, tu n'arriverais pas à te concentrer, essaie-t-il de te convaincre.

- Tu me connais trop bien, soupires-tu en prenant sa main.

- Que veux-tu ? Je fais attention à ma petite amie. Allez, viens, sourit-il en te tirant vers la sortie.

- Nos affaires ? questionnes-tu en l'arrêtant dans son mouvement.

- T'inquiète, Henderson s'occupe des miennes et je suis sûr que Chrissy va récupérer les tiennes.

- Ils ont raison, t'es vraiment une mauvaise influence, Munson.

Il rigole avant de reprendre son chemin pour quitter le lycée. L'après-midi, vous la passez à rigoler et écouter de la musique. Tu l'aides également pour sa prochaine campagne. Tu rentres chez toi détendue de la pression de ces deux derniers jours.

Dans ta chambre, tu lis Le Seigneur Des Anneaux, sous ordre d'Eddie. Un coup sur la porte d'entrée te coupe dans ta lecture. En l'ouvrant, tu découvres Chrissy avec tes affaires.

- Je suis venue te ramener ça, dit-elle en pointant du menton ton sac.

- Merci, Chrissy, souris-tu en récupérant tes affaires. Viens, entre.

- Ça va mieux ? demande Chrissy alors que vous vous installez sur le canapé.

- Oui.

- Je n'ai pas dit grand-chose ces derniers jours, mais je ne suis pas d'accord avec eux, t'informe-t-elle. Enfin, je ne vais pas mentir, je trouve Eddie intimidant, mais il a l'air gentil. Tout à l'heure, je vous ai entendu parler. Je voulais vérifier si ça allait et je suis arrivée au moment où il t'a proposé de sécher. C'était adorable de sa part.

- Il est très attentionné. Je sens qu'il me tire vers le haut, lui avoues-tu avec un grand sourire. J'espère juste que les autres verront un jour réellement qui il est.

- Ça arrivera, j'en suis sûre. Et puis, même si ce n'est pas le cas, ce n'est pas grave. En tant que capitaine des cheerleaders, je peux t'assurer que ta relation avec Eddie ne te portera pas préjudice et que si elles osent dire quelque chose, c'est elles qui auront des problèmes.

- C'est pour ça que tu es ma meilleure amie, Chrissy.

Tu prends Chrissy dans tes bras pendant une seconde. Après votre étreinte, elle quitte ta maison, ne voulant pas être en retard pour le dîner.

En sachant le soutien de Chrissy, tu appréhendes moins la nouvelle journée au lycée. Tu sais qu'avec elle, les opinions non sollicitées peuvent s'arrêter rapidement. Cependant, ça ne veut pas dire que Jason ne va pas continuer à vous interpeller. Il vous le prouve bien au repas du midi, encore une fois. Alors que tu es à la table du Hellfire, il vient avec deux de ses acolytes.

- Carver, quel déplaisir de te voir. Quelle est la raison de ta venue dans notre secte ? Questionne Eddie avec un sourire en coin.

- Encore avec lui, sérieusement ? te crache-t-il en ignorant Eddie et tu roules des yeux.

- C'est quoi ton problème, Carver ?

- Je dis juste que tu devrais sortir avec quelqu'un d'autre, Y/L/N*.

- Et pourquoi je devrais ? Pour être avec un des populaires du lycée sachant que la majorité sont infidèles et des connards ? demandes-tu en commençant à t'énerver.

- Tout de suite les préjugés.

- Parce que ce n'est pas ce que tu fais avec Eddie ? Tu es un hypocrite, Carver.

- Je veux juste te protéger, affirme-t-il, innocemment.

La rage monte en toi en une seconde. Eddie le remarque et ne fait rien pour t'arrêter, sachant que Jason se dirige vers une pente glissante. Il regarde la conversation avec satisfaction.

- Et qui te dit que j'ai besoin de protection ? Et surtout de la tienne ? Tu penses que je ne peux pas le faire seule ? Pour être cheerleader, la beauté n'a rien à voir tu sais, il faut de la force. Je n'ai pas besoin de toi et du reste de l'équipe. Je peux me défendre.

- C'est vrai que physiquement tu dois être plus forte que le Taré, mais c'est tout. Les vrais hommes sont plus forts que lui, tu as besoin d'un vrai protecteur.

Tu ne lui réponds pas et tu te lèves avant de lui lancer un coup de pieds dans ses parties. Il se plie en deux en même temps qu'il lâche un cri de douleur. Tout le monde regarde la scène sous le choc alors qu'Eddie explose de rire ainsi que les membres du Hellfire. Tu prends la main de ton petit ami et le forces à quitter la cafétéria. Dans le couloir de la dernière fois, tu t'autorises enfin à rigoler avec lui en te remémorant la scène.

- Je savais que tu allais gérer la situation, mais pas à ce point. Je veux ce moment gravé dans ma mémoire à tout jamais.

- Ça fait du bien d'enfin le remettre à sa place, avoues-tu, fière de toi.

- Je vais pas te mentir c'était assez sexy de te voir prendre ma défense, révèle-t-il en posant ses mains sur tes hanches.

- Je serais prête à le refaire encore.

Eddie te sourit avant de se rapprocher un peu plus et de t'embrasser tendrement. Tu poses tes mains sur ses joues approfondissant le baiser.

Il y a encore moins d'une semaine, jamais tu n'aurais cru tenir tête à quelqu'un, encore moins à Jason Carver, mais être avec Eddie t'aide à t'affirmer. Peu importe ce qu'ils peuvent dire, il est le meilleur petit ami que tu aurais pu avoir. Il est bon pour ton cœur, c'est tout ce qui compte.

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[creativemorningsaustin]

Give it up for our musical guests!

We believe that live music is the heart beat of Austin's creative scene. So, each month, we invite a local musician to kick off our event with a short but mighty set.

Here is a running list of our musical guests… 

Mount Gretna - September 2024

The Soul Supporters - August 2024

THEBROSFRESH - July 2024

The Maxilus Project - June 2024

Christabel Lin - May 2024

Uncle Roy and Spice - April 2024

PAACK - March 2024

Daniel Fears - February 2024

Angel White - January 2024

Kelsi Creek - December 2023

Henry Invisble - November 2023

Tje Austin - October 2023

Jonny Jukebox - September 2023

Caleb de Casper - August 2023

Mama Birds - July 2023

Cecelia and the Broken Hearts - June 2023

Christina Marrs & Nevada Newman - May 2023

Craig Marshall - April 2023

Lou Priest (Kate Priestly) - March 2023

Jenny Parrott - February 2023

Rey Arteaga - January 2023

Lisa Marshall - December 2022

Time Traveling Wizard People - November 2022

Carolyn Trowbridge - October 2022

Leti Garza - September 2022

Poet Hawkins - August 2022

Urban Heat - July 2022

Zack Morgan and Eddie Robbins - June 2022

Ms. Mack - May 2022

Landry McMeans - April 2022

Nico Sanchez (from Superfonicos) - March 2022

Jonathan Horstmann (from Urban Heat), Mama Duke, and Kalu James (from Kalu & The Electric Joint) - February 2022

Jordan Matthew Young - January 2022

Kamilla and Stefan - December 2021

Mama Duke - November 2021

Ana Barajas - September 2021

Ray Prim - August 2021

Lesly Reynaga - July 2021

Savannah Red - June 2021

Miggy Milla - May 2021

Alesia Lani - March 2021

Sonya Jevette -Febuary 2021

Scott Strickland - January 2021

Henry Invisible - December 2020

Qi Dada (from Riders Against the Storm) - November 2020

Kalu James (from Kalu & The Electric Joint) - October 2020

Lisa Marshall - September 2020

Kate Priestley - August 2020

D Madness - July 2020

Dave Scher & Andrea Magee - June 2020

Ley Line - April 2020

Woody Russell - March 2020

Barbara Nesbitt - February 2020

MJ Torrance - January 2020

Matt Smith - December 2019

Ley Line - November 2019

Joseph Mach - October 2019

Eric Hanke - September 2019

Joanna Howerton and Michael Cross - August 2019

John Gaar - July 2019

John Pointer - June 2019

Guy Forsyth & Jeska Bailey - May 2019

Kathy and the Kilowatts - April 2019

Phil Hurley - March 2019

Lance Keltner - February 2019

Dave Scher - January 2019

MJ Torrance - December 2018

The Wiley Brothers - November 2018

Barbara Nesbitt - October 2018

Matt Smith - August 2018

Ben Balmer - July 2018

Eric Bettencourt - June 2018

John Arthur Martinez - May 2018

Brad Tretola - April 2018

Cynthia Lee Fontaine - March 2018

The Watters - February 2018

Michael Cross - January 2018

Jane Ellen Bryant - December 2017

Matt Giles Band - November 2017

Jamiee Harris - October 2017

Gabriel Santiago - September 2017

Alyse Black - August 2017

Leeann Atherton - July 2017

Fairbanks and the Lonesome Light - June 2017

Aaron Lack Steelband - May 2017

Danny Britt - April 2017

Guy Forsyth - March 2017

MJ Torrance - February 2017

The Reverent Few - January 2017

Sandee Conroy / Singing Bowl Lady - December 2016

Charlie Piece / Chocktaw Wildfire - November 2016

Eric Bee - October 2016

Skye Strickler - September 2016

Erez - August 2016

Grace Pettis - July 2016

Beth Lee and the Breakups - June 2016

Eric Baptiste / The Reeling Kind - May 2016

Uncle Lucius - April 2016

Jitterbug Viper - March 2016

Blind Leads the Blind - February 2016

Ghost Wolf - January 2016

Dave Scher - December 2015

Charlie Belle - November 2015

Alien Knife Fight - October 2015

Kacy Crowly - September 2015

Colin Gilmore - August 2015

Darden Smith - July 2015

Brandon Callie - June 2015

David Hamburger - May 2015

BeatRoot - April 2015

Britny Lobas and Ray Kainz - March 2015

Elijah Ford - February 2015

Nano Whitman - January 2015

Taylor and the Wild Now - December 2014

Elsa Cross - November 2014

Eric Bettencourt - October 2014

Julian Acosta - August 2014

Graham Reynolds - July 2014

Little Brave - June 2014

Nick & Paige - May 2014

Whalers - April 2014

Duncan Fellows - March 2014

Growl - February 2014

Matt Hines (of the Eastern Sea) - December 2013

Matt McCloskey - September 2013

Kathryn Legendre - October 2013

Leah Nobel - September 2013

Good Field - August 2013

Matt McCloskey - July 2013

Charlie Gore - May 2013

Taylor Baker - April 2013

[jxrm]

book log - 2021

party of two by jasmine guillory

the ballad of songbirds and snakes by suzanne collins

one to watch by kate stayman-london

the boy at the door by alex dahl

little cruelties by liz nugent

followers by megan angelo

the three mrs. wrights by linda keir

those other women by nicola moriarty

the affair by sheryl browne

influence by sara shepard

this won't end well by camille pagan

slay by brittney morris

the midnight library by matt haig

pretty little wife by darby kane

love & gelato by jenna evans welch

the prenup by lauren layne

firefly lane by kristin hannah

when you disappeared by john marrs

one year of ugly by caroline mackenzie

when no one is watching by alyssa cole

providence by caroline kepnes

the other couple by cathryn grant

musical chairs by amy poeppel

by the book by amanda sellet

all the good parts by loretta nyhan

the end of her by shari lapena

simmer down by sarah smith

there's something about sweetie by sandhya menon

over my dead husband's body by etta faire

what if? by shari low

the accidental beauty queen by teri wilson

searching for coach taylor by mindy kaling

bridal boot camp by meg cabot

the tenant by katrine engberg

meddling kids by edgar cantero

kind of hindu by mindy kaling

the last time i saw you by elizabeth berg

unscripted by nicole kronzer

dial a for aunties by jesse q. sutanto

lila by naima coster

big shot by mindy kaling

single asiactic male seeks ride or die chick by eddie huang

within these wicked walls by lauren blackwood

five total strangers by natalie d. richards

help is on the way by mindy kaling

love & estrogen by samantha allen

a touch of jen by beth morgan

instamom by cahntel guertin

second first impressions by sally thorne

the minders by john marrs

where the grass is green and the girls are pretty by lauren weisberger

undercover bromance by lyssa kay adams

the last mrs. parrishby liv constantine

if the fates allow by rainbow rowell

sweet virgina by caroline kepnes

less by andrew sean greer

the soulmate equation by christina lauren

crazy stupid bromance by lyssa kay adams

watermelon by marian keyes

graceful burdens by roxane gay

the last flight by julie clark

fly away by kristin hannah

isn't it bromantic? by lyssa kay adams

the rest of the story by sarah dessen

[project1939]

200 Films of 1952

Film number 174: Confidence Girl

Release date: June 20th, 1952 

Studio: United Artists 

Genre: noir 

Director: Andrew L. Stone 

Producer: Andrew L. Stone 

Actors: Tom Conway, Hillary Brooke, Eddie Marr, John Gallaudet 

Plot Summary: A money hungry couple swindles people out of cash all over the country, but will their one last ultimate scam backfire and change them forever? 

My Rating (out of five stars): **¾  

Here’s a “so bad it’s good” film for ‘ya. Well, kinda. It’s mostly pretty bad, and it’s mostly pretty fun because of its obvious flaws. Sometimes it almost works, though, making it very confusing to rate! Its major flaw is that it is basically two movies spliced together- each one on its own would have made sense, but trying to cram them together was disorienting and it utterly destroyed the rhythm of the film. It was worth seeing just for the low budget noir cheese, though. (some spoilers)

The Good: 

Tom Conway as Roger Kingsley, the con man. He was perfect as a debonair guy most people would never suspect is a criminal, especially in the 1950s. (And he was George Sanders' brother irl?)

Hillary Brooke as Mary Webb. I loved watching her in every scene she was in- but sadly she wasn’t in enough considering she was the titular character! 

The beginning was quite exciting as a chase and heist film. 

Getting detailed looks into the cons the couple pulled off was pretty captivating. 

The actors playing law enforcement officers all looked conceivably real. There was no glamour casting. 

The cheapness of the whole aesthetic was kind of fun. 

The Bad: 

As I said earlier, this was essentially two different movies spliced together, and it gave me too much whiplash to be effective. 

The actors who played smaller roles were all pretty cringe.  

The sound was bizarrely bad at times. Most scenes that took place in larger rooms had very quiet and echoey spoken dialogue. I kept yelling, “Get a boom mic for god’s sake! A boom mic!” I know the budget was miniscule but come on! 

There was often just too much talk in offices and not enough action outside. The first part of the film was especially afflicted with this. 

There were some giggle-inducing film projections/rear projections in scenes. The office building windows and the holes in the ceiling in the night club were the best/worst examples. 

Roger and Mary's final scheme was so completely unrealistically bonkers that it was impossible not to be distracted by it. 

The minutia of the murder case that played a role in the 2nd half of the film was very uninteresting. I just didn’t care about the “whodunnit.” 

The very end was so absurdly fanciful I couldn’t take it. How on earth could you end a noir like it was a romantic comedy? 

The “Voice of God” style narrator was particularly awkward and bad. Even worse was the cameo by the actual LA Sheriff! He looked like a deer in headlights and sounded more wooden than the desk he sat behind.