#garbage band musician

[lindyloosims]

SLIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD:

So Carmelo's brother Bradly just died of old age (RIP) and when I was looking at his family tree I noticed his job and it just made me laugh! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂

[psychedeliclush]

( INFORMATION AND EXAMPLES OF EACH GENRE UNDER CUT )

ELECTRONIC ROCK !

Artists: Garbage, LCD Sound system, Teddybears, The Cars, Ladytron

Most popular Era: Late 80s to 90s

Basic definition: Electronic rock is a dynamic and energetic genre that blends the raw power of rock with the sleek and futuristic sounds of electronic music. Characterized by pounding beats, distorted guitars, and synthesizers, electronic rock is known for its high-energy and driving rhythms that create an electrifying and immersive listening experience.

Song examples:

2 TONE !

Artists: The Specials, Madness, The Beat, Bad Manners, The Selecter

Most popular Era: Late 70s - early 80s

Basic definition: Blending elements of ska, punk rock and reggae, 2 tone as a genre would emerge in the late 70s, known for its upbeat rhythms and catchy melodies. The music often featured a mix of horns, guitars, and a prominent bassline, creating a danceable and energetic groove.

Song examples:

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group A Match 3

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Alanis Morissette:

"If you guys don't vote alanis I will get violent. have you seen her perform live?????? She's like no one else she's so amazing. Listen to forgiven and come back to me and vote for her . i'll wait."

"activates my feminine rage in a lesbianic way"

"Alexa play the Full House theme song"

"ALANIS MORISSETTE IS MY BABYGIRL. SHES MY CANADIAN BABYGIRL AND SHES AMAZING AND IF YOU DONT VOTE FOR HER SHELL SCRATCH HER NAILS DOWN SOMEONE ELSE'S BACK AND YOU WILL FEEL IT."

Shirley Manson:

"Shirley Manson is MY FAVORITE LADY OF ALL she is loved. She is LOVED. Garbage is hot music for hot people."

"First and forever dream girl #1 Crush 🥰"

[zanygardenherowobbler]

Watch "I think I'm PARANOID - Garbage | REACTION" on YouTube

[muzaktomyears]

[John] compulsively scanned the FM dial, never listening to a complete song unless it was something he really liked – for instance, the Rolling Stones’ “Miss You”. When this song came on a local rock station, John shouted with delight and cranked up the volume, commenting that Mick Jagger at least got this one great song out of his divorce from Bianca. Twice we caught snatches of Beatles songs, but John showed no interest. He told me that most Beatles songs, particularly the early ones – which he dismissed as “formula songs” – bored him. He said that usually when he heard a Beatles song he would be reminded of the recording session. His memory would dredge up details such as what he had eaten that day, what drug he had been taking, conflicts that arose at the time – mostly unpleasant memories. We were driving past a vast shopping mall, near Walt Whitman’s birthplace, when a familiar voice boomed over the four speakers. “Fuck a pig!” John shouted. “It’s Paul!” Indeed, it was Paul McCartney’s new hit single, “Coming Up”, a catchy tune built around a repetitive staccato riff. John frowned, turned up the volume, and began to nod to the beat. “Not bad,” he said at the end of the song, sounding surprised and even somewhat disappointed. When the announcer mentioned that Paul played all the instruments himself, John mumbled something to the effect that it made perfect sense because Paul had always wanted to be a one-man band. John turned down the volume again and fell silent for a while. Then he asked me to get him a copy of Paul’s new album and to set up a stereo system in his bedroom. (…) The next day at breakfast, John hummed the melody of Paul’s new single, which he said he could not get out of his head. “It’s driving me crackers!” he exclaimed cheerfully. He said the album was uneven, but he acknowledged that it was an unusually adventurous effort by Paul, and far superior to his previous release, Back to the Egg, which John had dismissed as “garbage”. He gave Paul credit for trying his hand at something new. I realized that after years of lying dormant, John’s competitive nature had been aroused again. As long as Paul kept churning out mediocre “product”, John felt justified in keeping his own muse on a shelf. But if Paul was writing decent music, then John felt compelled to take up Paul’s challenge. It was a conditioned reflex, nurtured during years of friendly (and later fierce) rivalry in the Beatles. John told me that Paul was the only musician who could scare him into writing great songs, and vice versa. That was the nature of John and Paul’s relationship: creative sibling rivalry.

John Lennon: Living on Borrowed Time, Frederic Seaman (1991)

[silverskyeline]

'number one fan'

series (part 1) - rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong? (1.1k words) pairing - logan howlett x wade wilson tags - first meeting, rockstar!logan x popstar!wade, enemies to lovers, swearing, logan feels drawn to wade, alcohol mention, kind of cute, wade is his number one fan, band au, wade still wears his deadpool mask, wade uses the name 'deadpool' as a stage name.

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logan had never heard of their support act, but by the name alone he wasn't particularly interested. what kind of a name is 'deadpool' anyway? they probably play some regurgitated heavily sampled pop trash, the same sort of crap they loop on the radio that makes his ears bleed. or maybe metal, but not the good kind.

'deadpool'. . . what a load of shit.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

it's not until logan finds himself backstage that he lands eyes on him, the front runner.

well, it's less that it was a casual encounter, more that wade makes his presence known in the only way he knows how.

"OH. MY. GOD." he squeals, balling his fists and shaking them as he squirms in front of the taller man, "it's you." he's adorned in merch, a shirt with logans face on it, badges on that same shirt, plus some stickers that were very obviously homemade. logan winces at the sight, but his eyes are more preoccupied with that mask he's wearing. red and black. what was he supposed to be, was this a sex thing?

there's silence, but only for a few moments, wade quickly fills it.

"can you sign my boobs?" he tilts his head, trying to meet logans gaze, pointing to his flat chest, "pretty please? i swear i won't sell it on ebay - or, well, i mean i guess there's probably people on ebay looking to buy human skin but-"

"don't do autographs," logan grumbles, thinning his eyes as he shakes his head. he pushes roughly past him, eyes glancing around for the rest of the band. why'd he always get dumped with the crazy fans?

"riiiight, gotta keep the fans at a distance, huh? smart, smaaart. . . i promise i'm not the kind of fangirl to hide in your basement. if i was i wouldn't have just told you that," he rambles on, following closely behind logan like a lost puppy, "the attic though? now that's-"

logan stops, wade walks directly into his toned back, stumbling backwards like a connecting bumper car.

taking a nice, deep, calming breath that does nothing to soothe the storm brewing within him, logan turns to face him once more.

"you know, you're taller than your wiki says. you should really do something about that," wade sighs, hands on his hips "unless you're the one that edited it. anyone can edit it, by the way - wikipedia, total garbage fire. i once had a back-and-forth fight with a mod while i tried to change the 50 states of america to just say: 'canada'. rest assured! i am banned for life."

a beat, and logans eye twitches. "do you ever shut the fuck up?" he asks with a look of sheer confusion on his face, he's not even sure what half of those words that spill from his mask-covered mouth even mean. and though he can't see through the material, he can tell the dumbass in front of him is smiling.

"no, not really," he shrugs nonchalantly, "it's one of my charms, that's what my wiki says. totally truthful. 100% accurate. 101% filled with grammatical errors."

logan groans and shakes his head in disbelief, he mutters something along the lines of 'this fuckin' guy' as he walks towards his dressing room. he had to be a joke, right? there's no way this guy was a serious musician, he could hardly hold a conversation never mind an instrument. who the fuck booked him?

"w-wait, where ya' goin?" wade calls out meekly, waving dramatically like a wife who's waving off her husband at war, "am i seriously not gonna get an autograph?"

slamming the door to his dressing room, logan disappears inside leaving wade to shrink in disappointment.

". . .aw man, wait 'till the mutuals find out i met the logan," he smirks, causing his mask to wrinkle as he searches desperately for his phone in one of his many pockets.

-

logan pays no attention throughout the support act, in fact, he remains holed up in his dressing room nursing a bottle of whisky. it was a pre-show ritual of his, and he wasn't going to give it up now. not even when his mind lingered to the little masked creature who annoyed the fuck out of him despite only being in his presence for a few minutes.

what? why the fuck was he even thinkin' about him?

whatever, logan thought, couldn't let people like that get inside your head. you give them too much room and they take root there like a bad smell, and logan had enough anger issues as is. he did not need this guy to make it worse.

so when he takes to the stage, his mind is firmly clear. well, as clear as it can be. logan often finds his mind to be slightly murky, waves never calm or gentle, a storm he couldn't quite tame. but music alleviated the heaviness of his thoughts, grounded him, finding peace in the melody, in the rough texture of the strings, the harsh beat of the bass that hits you in the chest like a bullet.

his eyes open, settling upon the audience.

until one audience member lets out a particularly loud shriek.

one that sounds all too familiar.

logans eyes immeditely hone in on the same guy from earlier. he's cheering in the front row, louder than everyone else. his body is pressed against the barrier as he waves a crudely written cardboard sign in crayon that says 'marry me logie' with a large red heart at the side.

maybe it's something in his pure enthusiasm, or the balls he must have to not feel an ounce of embarrassment, or maybe the fact that he's almost sort of endearing in a pathetic kind of way. but logan finds himself. . . smiling? no, it's not a full smile. that's rare, reserved for real special occasions. but it's close.

he's always found himself drawn to strays, because they often remind him of himself - lost, looking for a home, looking for somewhere to belong. and in that moment, logan could see something reflected in that stupid fucking weird mask of his - a craving for connection.

fuck.

in that moment, logan knew that this idiot had already taken root in his mind and was trying to make a home there. he couldn't let this happen, he wouldn't let this happen. he was a stranger, a deranged one at that.

no, this was not happening.

logan steals a glance in his direction once more.

except it was.

[marimayscarlett]

After going through their answers in this questionnaire and a few others - I don't know why everyone thinks Richard is the one when Paul is the absolute edge lord!

Hi 👋

(Older ask regarding this interview.)

While I would not call Paul an 'edge lord', I do get what you mean. Paul can be, just like Richard, very honest and open in interviews, but his approach is sometimes less diplomatic - really quite direct, casual, and straight from the heart. Very much "Berliner Schnauze", you could say 😄

Some examples I found of Paul being...well, Paul:

Some quotes from this fan-interview:

Question: Do you think you'll be on stage again when you'll be 60? (like rolling stones for example...) Paul: Hopefully somebody will die first. Then we won't have to worry about that.

Question: I really liked Keine Lust video, whose was the idea that you were fat? Paul: It was Schneider's idea. Inside the suits it was really hot. Thankfully, the warehouse was really cold. The whole crew had to freeze but we sweated like pigs. The fat make-up took around 4 hours. But it was still a lot of fun. Most of all, when we had to piss. But I won't tell any more details on that.

Question: Should you ever consider to bring another musicians on stage during concerts like a trumpet player or so? Paul: Six is more than enough. If you ever see us with backing singers, bongo players and horn section, please shoot me!

Question: Aren't you afraid of falling into a deep black hole after the band's intensive life together at the end of the tour? Paul: Wipe your ass and change your diaper, then you'll feel at home again. On tour you have a kind of royal life, it spoils the character. We're fighting to keep from going insane. But sometimes I enjoy not having to do the dishes or take out the garbage. The food is introduced to me orally, I hardly need to chew anymore...(Metal Hammer)

On the topic of 'explosives': Paul: Our downfall, essentially, was that we knew a guy who could get his hands on explosives illegally. He would always supply us with explosives, and so we started blowing things up. It began with a fish we bought from a store, just to see how it would blow up. We’d wrap the explosives in a film canister and then blow up everything we could find. That was really our downfall—once you start blowing things up, you just have to keep going. (Radio Fritz)

Just this one here (from this post by lovely @tinnike):

At the MTV European Music Awards 2007: Markus Kavka: You’re having a completely relaxed evening tonight, which doesn’t happen often for this band—neither nominated nor performing. A whole new situation for you. How will you handle it?Paul: We’re going to get drunk! Markus: Oh, so you haven’t done that before? Paul: Oh, we have.

On finding new topics for lyrics (ZDF documentary): Paul: People always think we sit there like: Hmm, we’ve done incest already, hmm… sex between siblings, yeah, we’ve had that too, hmm… with dogs? Nah, Die Ärzte already did that. Alright, we don’t need it…

But I guess every band needs a very outspoken and open person, and I think Paul is fulfilling this role perfectly 😅

[sadgirlglimmeringdarling]

Are you able to access the whitestripesfans instagram account? I don't see it. I don't know if I was blocked or if the page is gone. 😳

I don't think you were blocked. I can't see the page either. It's actually gone. Like gone gone.

I don't know what happened with "whitestripesfans" IG account. I only followed them. I had no personal conversations with them and I never DM them either. I just followed them.

In my opinion, I think what happened was what always happens on IG. Someone got jealous and petty and clicked on the report button. It's as simple as that.

There's a few very much active Jack White/White Stripes fan accounts on IG that are tacky as hell. If they're not talking about how nice and tight black pants look on Jack's thighs, they are talking about his fucking "fluffy" hair.

They would also occasionally take nasty swipes at "thewhitestripesfans" IG account. The "whitestripesfans" never responded to them or attacked them back, which was honorable of them. They stayed on their lane, updating their page and staying away from that drama.

As I said on my previous post, there was a large amount of important people who were following "thewhitestripesfans" IG page.

Ben Blackwell literally followed them and helped "thewhitestripesfans" with crediting the pics and the story behind the pics. You had legendary photographers following them and talking to them about the pics they took of the band. Marcie Bolen followed them. Thirdman Records followed them. Jack's other nephew (who is a musician) was liking their pics.

None of these important people in the story of The White Stripes would go near any of these other tacky ass Jack White/ White Stripes fanpages. None. Imagine Ben following a fan account that talked about his uncle's "fluffy" hair or his uncle's thighs looking sexy?

That's why nobody important to The White Stripes story went near those stupid fanpages. They followed "thewhitestripesfans" IG because they were respectful and kept it about the music - not the drama or Jack's "fluffy" hair.

You also never saw "thewhitestripesfans" fawning over Jack or kissing anyone's ass.

Like I said, in my opinion, I speculate that someone got jealous and clicked on the report button, having "whitestripesfans" IG page purposely deleted.

This is the same exact fucked up situation with Lana Del Rey IG fanpages.

As soon as Lana follows a fan's IG account, the page is gone within days. Every single fucking time. There have been over 40 Lana IG fanpages that were taken down this year for "impersonation" and it always happens as soon as Lana follows the account.

The latest victim is "Lizzytropicana" who posted old school Lizzy Grant pics and old music videos. "Saifdelrey" lost his account a week ago. Lana followed him and loved the way he edited her songs. Not only did a bitter jealous fan report his IG page, but they also reported his YouTube channel where he posted his beautiful video edits. "Saifdelrey" lost everything. IG gone and videos on YouTube gone. This is fucked up.

I'm also seeing many Sharon Tate IG fan accounts disappearing too. You got Sharon fanpages bickering with each other over stupid things. Like "that's my picture!" or "why are you stealing my photos!" - before you know it, these idiots are reporting each others accounts.

Mind you, Sharon Tate has been dead for close to 60 years.

IG is the worst place to have any fan account because anyone can literally click on the report button on a profile and get the account deleted. IG doesn't even fucking investigate. They just delete.

One thing IG is great at is when it comes to blocking people. They use a system where you block the person straight to their device along with their other accounts - (something Tumblr lacks which is why I had to buy software doing that for me here) but when it comes to deleting accounts without investigating - IG is absolute garbage.

The sad part is all these Lana fans get "backup" IG accounts and their backup accounts get taken down too. Lana re-follows them, they get reported and the account gets deleted again.

That was the perfect case with Lanaboard's IG. That heffa got like 5 backup accounts and as soon as Lana followed them again, it gets deleted. Lana tries to help these fans but there's nothing she can do. She doesn't work at Meta's IT department. She's a songwriter.

All this ridiculous drama because some asshole is jealous that Lana Del Rey follows them! That's the same case with "whitestripesfans" account. Petty jealousy because so and so follows them but not you.

I got an IG account simply to follow my favorite artists, singers and fan accounts. I came late to the IG party. For years I refused to get an account. I don't even update it. I don't fuck with it. I just follow people.

People are leaving IG in droves. They're going on X instead. X doesn't delete anyone like that for shits and giggles. That's where IG loses.

Tumblr doesn't delete anyone like that either. The only time I seen Tumblr delete an account is usually if you're running a hardcore porn page or a pro-ana account. They don't even touch any of those hateful racist Free Palestine Tumblr pages that are full of hatred for mankind. Freedom of Speech and such.

So yeah, I think that's what happened to "whitestripesfans" page. Jealousy and pettiness runs rampant in IG. A fucking shame because I liked their page. "Whitestripesfans" page was even better then the official White Stripes page. That's why so many important people followed them. I wonder if their making another account? If that person was smart, they would go somewhere else. Opening a new IG page will only have those same petty jealous twats report them all over again and have their page deleted.

A fucking shame that now their gone.

[retropopcult]

"Thirteen" is a song by American rock band Big Star.  Rolling Stone describes it "one of rock's most beautiful celebrations of adolescence", and rated it #396 on their list of the 500 greatest songs of all time. It was written by Alex Chilton and Chris Bell.

The name of the album was #1 Record, which was bitterly ironic, as it ended up selling under 10,000 copies upon its initial release in 1972 (the name of the band also proved to be an unfortunate misnomer, because outside of critics and other musicians, they remained virtually anonymous during their brief time together).

Bell and Chilton wanted to emulate the Lennon/McCartney formula as much as they could, so they shared credit on many of their songs even though there was in fact little writing collaboration between the two. “Thirteen" was in fact entirely Chilton’s creation, and he also delivers the aching vocal that vacillates between hope and heartache and that many cover versions have tried to emulate but never quite matched.

The yearning acoustic ballad focuses on an age that is somewhat underrepresented in pop and rock music. Chilton found that bittersweet spot when innocence still lingers but more complicated emotions start to work their way into the picture.

Over tender guitars, he begins with a question that thirteen-year-old boys have been asking thirteen-year-old girls for generations: “Won’t you let me walk you home from school?” “Won’t you let me meet you at the pool?” he follows, again treading lightly so as not to scare her away. He eventually suggests a date at the dance on Friday; “And I’ll take you,” Chilton delicately sings, as if anything more forceful than a gentle plea will destroy his chances.

In the second verse, the narrator for the first time reveals an obstacle blocking the path to this girl for whom he is clearly falling hard: “Won’t you tell your Dad get off my back?” he asks her. His response to the doubting father is brilliant: “Tell him what we said about ‘Paint It Black.’” By drawing a parallel between his own musical tastes and that of the father, he’s hoping to show that he’ s not just some punk kid with bad intentions.

The final verse finds him struggling as she remains seemingly unknowable (“Won’t you tell me what you’re thinking of?”) resulting in his sweet but awkward follow up (“Would you be an outlaw for my love?”) His final lines redeem him in terms of his integrity and honor, even as they suggest that he’ s losing his opportunity with her in the process: “If it’ s no then I can go/ I won’ t make you.” The final “Ooo-hoo” that Chilton utters is a real killer, tinged as it is with the sting of implied refusal.

Over the decades there have been some fine cover versions of this classic, with brilliant and diverse artists like Garbage, Wilco, and Elliott Smith taking their turns, among many others. But they’d likely all agree they were playing for second behind Chilton’s one-of-a-kind, haunting performance. “Thirteen” is as good as it gets for those looking to relive that moment when life is still rife with possibilities but love seems stubbornly impossible.

Music critic Simon Robinson rates it as Big Star's best song and one of the most important of 1972, praising the "catchy melody and jangly guitars that perfectly capture the carefree and optimistic spirit of youth" and the "simple yet poignant" lyrics that evoke the "experience of teenage romance and heartbreak."

[magnoliahwrites]

Lean On Me (Don’t Knock Me Over)

or: harry is a touring musician and you're here to interview him

feat: childhood friendship, flashbacks, friends to enemies to lovers,mention of panic attack/anxiety/puking

note: this is part one of a three-shot. Side note: I made up names for harry’s band, it’s an up and coming pop punk band so there’s that

Much like most things in life, when the paper slid through your desk, you immediately shoved it under the outgoing mail box.

anything that causes you stress immediately went there, a future problem for yourself.

It wasn't until the night before the show, when your manager turned best friend, Cindy sat in front of you tapping her new manicure on the desk in front of you that you even remembered it.

"I just don't see the big deal," she huffs, stopping the tapping of her nails long enough to push her blonde hair out of her eyes, "like, you two were kids. He probably doesn't even remember you. And besides, I have three people lined up who would literally kill you for this chance."

You groan, resisting the urge to fling your body on the floor and ahve a full body temper tantrum.

Instead, you act like an adult and throw a mini fit, throwing your head back and shoving the papers away from you.

"he'll remember me." you groan, rubbing your temples, "It was a small town."

"Good," Cindy shrugs, "Make him regret it, or whatever."

she pauses, and her voice drops, some of the hard that radiates off of her melts away for a second.

"I don't see what the big deal is still," she says quietly, "What happened?"

You remember the first time you heard him on the radio.

Driving down a crowded street in Cindy's car (the kind you could never even think of affording) the sun roof down, your hand out the window as the radio blasts, the sun beating down on your hand.

"This is 93.9 playing the hottest hits of the summer! To begin, we have a new single from Kennedy Curse, sure to get stuck in your head. They're new to the scene, but singer-"

Cindy all but squeals, leans forward to turn the dial on the radio up louder, "I love this band. l've been trying to get an interview with them for weeks.”

You snort as you drum your thumbs on the steering wheel, "Can't imagine it would be hard to get an interview with them-"

"Shh!" She hushes you, leans forward and turns the volume up until the car shakes under you.

"Chipped paint, Carol's gonna turn into dust-"

it was a reflex, a knee jerk reaction, something you couldn't stop. before you even knew what you were doing, you were leaning forward in your seat, slamming your hand against the volume button, immediately a silence falls over the two of you.

Cindy knows you've mentioned in passing an ex boyfriend, a singer, but haven't really elaborated on it. Now, it seems like you don't need to.

"So you'll do it?"

Cindy is all but squirming in her seat as she brings you back to the current.

The sigh is all the confirmation Cindy knows, letting out an ear piercing squeal again, "You won't regret it, i promise!"

She gets up to make her an escape, mentions something about transportation-

"I'll do it, but there has to be rules in place-" You're rubbing your temples, a headache already on the horizon, but Cindy isn't listening, long gone as she stops everyone in the hallway to mention the interview with the Kennedy Curse.

Backstage, harry fixes his hair in a broken mirror.

Something about ten years of bad luck, but he rations that's the problem for the person who broke it, not him-

A stage hand, over worked and underpaid, sticks his head backstage: "harry, Ten minutes.

Someone's here to see you-"

And the show is on.

The smirk finds his way to the corner of his lips, and it's game on. the harry who had a panic attack in the back room five minutes ago is long gone, definitely didn't puke into the garbage can earlier because of the nerves. Instead, it's now replaced by the harry he wants everyone to see; confident, cocky, bold-

"Fans already-"

And he rounds the corner and almost hits you with the door.

he speaks first. A reflex, like he's been searching for the name for months or years, waiitng for it to fall onto his lips again-

he speaks before he can stop himself, before he can hate himself for it he speaks before he can stop himself, before he can hate himself for it.

"Birdie."

The low whistle follows, some bird card be always associated with the nickname, for you always singing with him-even if you insisted you were bad.

it falls flat, feels wrong.

Not the cute nickname it was before, when you two would lie in the shared two sized mattress, harry’s feet falling off the edge of the bed, the sheets thrown over both of your heads for security;

“Birdie," he'd say, his voice low, eyelids heavy. even half asleep, the whistle followed, "I promise, to keep your side of the bed warm, always."

Under the sheets was vows between the two of you, the sillier the better, most of the time, but the hushed voices always told the truth.

Instead, you spoke back, his fingers over your lips, calloused from the non stop practicing, the yanking the garage door open at all hours of the night to practice: "I could find you in a crowd."

He laughs; it's lazy and low, like you both have all the time in the world, and he opens his mouth to say something about his height, but it lays heavy in the air as he kisses the crown of your head:

"And i'll always find you, Birdie."

Seeing him is jarring, to say the least.

The last visit was less than good, yelling and tears (from both of you) things said in the heat of the moment that keeps you both up and tossing and turning-

"It's just my normal name now, thanks." You say quickly, hoping it's dark enough backstage that he can't see the red spread across your face.

"Right," he nods, smirks as he leans against the wall, crosses his arms over his chest, "Well, birdie, I gotta say, you got a lot of nerve to wanna hear me sing after you tossed us into the gutter."

You snort, "Still the victim. i see nothings changed."

"Hilarious," he laughs without humor, takes a step toward you, eyes narrowed, that stupid fucking smirk still pulls at the side of his lips, "I see you're still following me around, hm?"

"God, I can't say I missed this. You're still an insufferable asshole-"

"An asshole you paid to see. So tell me, birdie, which of my songs do you like, hm? Still-"

You want to smack the smirk off his face. You dig your fingernails into your palm into you're sure they're going to bleed, leaving little half crescent moons in the middle of your palms, the same ones he use to study, trace over and commit to memory, kiss them better.

In some sick way, you were hoping you'd see each other and he'd apologize, come home-

"I'm just here for the interview," You shake the VIP lanyard around your neck in his face, "And then you never have to see me again."

His eyes dart to the lanyard and back to you, and for a second, he looks almost lost, like something hangs in the air that he wants to say-

"You have five minutes."

You snort, take the pencil from behind your ear,

"I'll make it two. We won't act like these are some deep songs of yours or anything-"

A local nobody band is opening, the drums are heavy and loud backstage, and the ponding begins the second you open your mouth, like it's planned.

harry leans in closer, grabs you by your elbow,

"Let's make a deal, birdie."

You act like you don't hear the low whistle fall out after the nickname.

"Listen-"

he cuts you off, "You listen to us and i'll do the interview, no bitching, after the show. we can go to the bus-"

the look you throw him is irritated and he huffs, holds his hands in the air, "Fine. I'll take you to a fuckin' restraaunt. I'll be on my best behavior, i'll have your manager eating out of your hand after this interview. Scouts honor."

He makes a show of crossing over his heart, holds his hand open in the air.

The smirk never leaves his face, even when your eyes narrow as he sets his hand between you two.

"Deal, birdie?"

You don't speak, eyes narrowed, but your hand slides into his like it never left.

It feels like you're making a deal with the devil.

[harrisonarchive]

Photo by Dezo Hoffmann.

George’s first American visit, part 2 —

“When the trio [George, his brother Peter, and sister Lou] arrived, they were informed that Marcia [Raubach] had already gone home for the day. At the station were Art Smith, an advertising salesman, and Joe Browning, the weekend announcer. Smith remembers George Harrison as being ‘a very nice fellow,’ and Browning agreed. But Browning added, ‘I thought he needed to get a haircut.’ […] When [Marcia] arrived [back] at the station, [she] recalls, [George] was very excited about the car she was driving. It was her father’s black 1959 Oldsmobile Delta 88 with tail fins. ‘He really looked it over; he asked me if it was my car,’ she said. ‘I told him no, but he was really impressed with it. He was impressed with a lot of things.’ Marcia recalls [George] as being ‘very, very clean cut,’ wearing a white shirt, jeans and brown sandals. […] Raubach said she found the young British musician to be ‘really soft-spoken and almost hesitant to ask me questions.’” - Before He Was Fab: George Harrison’s First American Visit (2000) “George told Marcia that he was an apprentice electrician, but that the Beatles were really taking off back home. ‘He really liked my dad’s Oldsmobile Delta 88,’ Marcia recalls. On her radio show that day she played ‘From Me To You’ and ‘She Loves You,’ but it’s her recollection that the songs made little impression on her listening audience. George gave her a copy of ‘She Loves You,’ which she keeps in a safe deposit box at the bank. ‘I wish I’d have asked him to autograph it,’ she says. Marilyn Lewis, who also interviewed George, for the Echo, the Benton Community High School newspaper, says she did it ‘mainly as a favor to Louise.’ […] George told her that so many fans mobbed his band at one appearance that they had to be smuggled into the venue in a garbage truck, but Marilyn wasn’t overly impressed. Was he cute? ‘Heavens, no,’ the now-retired Ohio teacher says. ‘He looked kind of pitiful.’” - Smithsonian Magazine Please note: You can find photos taken during this vacation featured in Living In The Material World. (x)

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Coolest People of All-Time

4. SHIRLEY MANSON

Shirley Ann Manson FRSA is a Scottish singer-songwriter, musician, and actress who is the lead singer of the Scottish-American rock band Garbage, who have toured worldwide and sold over 17 million records as of 2017.

#shirleymanson#garbage#garbageband

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Watch "GARBAGE - Battle in Me ☆ REACTION" on YouTube

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Female & Female fronted Alternative Music List

I tried to compile some of the female musicians and female fronted bands I like. I didn't include extremely well known bands like Arch Enemy or Bikini Kill in this list, since you probably know them anyway. I don't know all of the listed bands super well, but tried to at least roughly backround check them.

I will add to the list in the future probably (I especially want to add more acts in different languages) and would love to hear your suggestions! ☺

Metal

Myrkur (Folk/Black Metal, female solo artist)

Ashtar (Black Metal, female solo artist since 2023)

Gallhammer (Black/Doom Metal, female duo)

Astarte (Black Metal, all female band)

Asagraum (Black Metal, all female band)

Chelsea Wolfe (Noise Rock/Doom Metal, female solo artist, also part of female duo Mrs. Piss)

King Woman (Doom Metal/Experimental Noise, solo project of Kristina Esfandiari, who has a bunch of other projects as well)

Darkher (Gothic Metal, female fronted)

Folterkammer* (Black/Opera Metal, female fronted)

Bathsheba (Doom Metal, female fronted)

Hela (Doom Metal, female fronted)

Generally if you are looking for female fronted metal you are most likely to find it in Doom, Gothic, Folk, Power and Opera Metal.

*Disclaimer about Folterkammer because they sing in German: Personally I love their first album (Die Lederpredigt) with it's varying lyrical themes, many of which are about some sort of malicious female devil. However the singles from "Weibermacht" (Women's Might) seems to be mostly about BDSM, which is very disappinting to me personally.

Rock/Punk

Deap Valley (Alt/Garage Rock, all female band)

Gully Boys (Indie/Punk/Garage, all female band)

Nostalghia (Alt Rock, female solo artist)

Emma Ruth Rundle (Post-Rock, female solo artist)

Jack off Jill (Alt Rock/Riot Grrrl, all female band)

Queenadreena (Alt Rock, almost all female band)

The Huntress and Holder of Hands (Post-Metal/Alt Rock, partly female band)

Angelfish (Alt rock, female fronted by Shirley Manson of Garbage)

Rosegarden Funeral Party (Post-Punk, female fronted)

Throwing Muses (Alt Rock, female fronted)

Darkwave/Electronica

Hante. (Darkwave, female solo artist, also part of all female duo Minuit Machine)

Kælan Mikla (Darkwave/Coldwave, all female band)

Void Vision (Darkwave/synth, female solo artist)

Sally Dige (Darkwave, female solo artist)

Winter Severity Index (Coldwave, all female band)

Alice Glass (Electronic, female solo artist)

Foie Gras (Noise/Drone, female solo project)

Honorable Mentions & Artists I Didn't Know Where Else To Put

Kaleida (Synthpop, female duo)

NINA (Synthwave/Synthpop, female solo artist)

Fifi Rong (Alt Pop, female solo artist)

Makthaverskan (Indie Pop/Post-Punk, female fronted)

Corpo-Mente (Dark Opera?, female fronted)

Emilie Autumn (Electronica/Classical/Industrial, female solo artist)

Josie Pace (Alt Rock/Industrial Pop, female solo artist)

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The thing about the linkin park comeback is that I *want* to be excited about it. Like everyone, both the band and chester's death had impacted me a lot and I am seeing so many people who are so excited about the return now and I *badly* want to be one of them. I *want* to count the days down to their new album release and I *want* to spend half an hour refreshing the same web page in the hopes of getting tickets.

When it comes to her as a musician, they made the perfect choice with emily armstrong and it absolutely does not feel like a cash grab to me but the best way to handle a shitty situation without giving up on a band that obviously means a lot to them (just look at mike's smile during the livestream!)

But she did defend a rapist (a *convicted* rapist! with how hard it is to get a conviction for sexual assault, how much of a walking pile of garbage do you have to be to get sentenced to 30 years!!!) and if she does not distance herself from that decision, it's nothing short than a slap in the face of what linkin park used to be and what it meant to so many of us who grew up as miserable teenagers finding compassion and solace in their music.

Chester can't be replaced but his legacy can be honored and in my opinion, there is a way to honor it with a new era of linkin park. But absolutely not like this.

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I have a theory about TM leaving the band. It was probably coming for a long time and I bet it was Bitchred’s fault.

It’s long, but hear me out…

TM listened to America, an album written entirely by JL if SL was not involved in writing it then TM was for sure not asked for his opinion/contribution.

As we all know, America is garbage. It’s by far their worst ever album, I don’t think they could get any worse than America. The songs were so poorly written and produced, do you remember when JL was trying to come up with the album art and suddenly he invented the idea of the album being about the situation in America to capitalise on what was going on back then (Trump etc)? Like I said… garbage.

TM probably used at that point that JL writes and controls everything but I bet he questioned the artistic direction in which JL wants to go and more likely criticised it (TM was an Echelon before he joined the band, let’s not forget that) and that was just too much for JL.

TM was probably called their collaborator (I can totally see JL do that to TM’s face) and not band member and an argument ensued because he dared to open his mouth and tell JL the album was trash. SL most likely backed JL, which I bet was hard for TM, they always seemed like good friends.

TM started the tour but the atmosphere was horrible and he decided he was out. Or JL threw him out. One of the two.

I know people were saying that TM’s brother died and he had mental health issues, and I agree his brothers death for sure affected him, maybe it would have prompted him to leave thinking life is too short to be doing what you don’t agree with HOWEVER if TM decided to leave the band for any other reason then being in conflict with JL, they would have announced it like a normal band would and thank him (you would hope).

I still can’t get over the fact that JL and SL did not acknowledge TM’s departure in any way, they just removed him from all band photos and called it a day. And their spineless fan base just let them get away with it.

Do I think TM had to sign an NDA? For sure. Otherwise we would have heard from him. If he could, he would tell us the full story.

AGREED x 1000000000000000. 👆✔️

He saw the writing on the wall and bailed. 💯

If there were any more NON-LETO band members, they would have done the same.

(And no, SA doesn't count because he is LITERALLY NOTHING MORE than a hired musician. 💯)