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Hi Guys, Tonight check out WOG LIFE at BRISBANE POWERHOUSE here. I'm so looking forward to this performance.

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Father Sun by Villagers of Ioannina City from the live concert Through Space and Time (Alive in Athens 2020)

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VILLAGERS OF IOANNINA CITY - Father Sun

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Never trust reality.

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In order:

Shot on iPhone- Alex Gaskarth of Simple Creatures/All Time Low

Shot on DSLR- Dimitri Giannopoulos and Jamie Vadala-Doran of Horse Jumper of Love

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Stuttgarter Philharmoniker - Maria Ioudenitch

Da diverso tempo io tengo d’ occhio Maria Ioudenitch, ventottenne violinista nata in Russia ma cresciuta a Kansas City, Continue reading Stuttgarter Philharmoniker – Maria Ioudenitch

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Stream It Or Skip It: ‘Alone at Night’ on Hulu, A COVID Horror Film That Packs More Stars Than Scares

Where else can Paris Hilton and Pamela Anderson meet that isn’t just the punchline of a Jay Leno joke? That’d be in Alone at Night, the new quarantine-themed horror film now streaming on Hulu. It’s part COVID chiller, part reality TV parody, and wholly unlike anything else available to stream. The Gist: After a bad breakup where her ex-boyfriend kicks her out of their place, Vicky (Ashley Benson)…

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PAMELA ANDERSON as Sheriff Rodgers in ALONE AT NIGHT (2022) dir. Jimmy Giannopoulos

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This week we're attending Nick Giannopoulos' WOG LIFE at the BRISBANE POWERHOUSE. I hope I will see you all then!

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The LOLAWOLF (Zoë Kravitz & Jimmy Giannopoulos) Twitter account retweeted two Swiftgron tweets. They tell Zoë's song "Not Diana" is interesting from a Swiftgron's perspective. On the same night Taylor played "Wonderland" as a surprise song!

I know you like French girls. But I swept you off your feet. 'Cause you grabbed me by my wrists. And you kissed me on my tits.

I know I'm not Diana. But just come with me. Come away with me.

Goodbye Kaylor, hello Toë!? 🥹

(It's okay, as long as Taylor is happy, but... Karlie!? 🥹)

👇 This is where all the rumors about Taylor's relationship with Zoë Kravitz started. 👇

A Toë masterpost 👇

December 9, 2020:

Fits to Taylor's "Paris"-lyrics: Like we were in Paris Like we were somewhere else

New Year's Eve 2020: Look at the Captions and the Sofa

"Willow" and the Witches:

March 27, 2023: "You are family" (Lenny about Taylor)

“Oh you went in MY closet” (Lenny Kravits about Taylor's outfit)

Most parts of the Masterpost by iloveanimalssavetheworld

Lolawolf tweets found by Gaylor Updates

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Horse Jumper of Love — Disaster Trick (Run for Cover)

Photo by Pond Creative

Horse Jumper of Love’s second album blows out introspective songs into wailing crescendos. Guitars bristle, flare and dissolve into fuzz, while quiet, contemplative lyrics unfold in the hurricane’s unblinking eye. “Wink,” the first single, spools out in chilled post-rocking chords, drums kicking up dust in the long sustained intervals. The singer, Dmitri Giannopoulos, sings in a shrugging, self-effacing tenor, navigating twisty melodies with an unhurried, unbothered nonchalance. The song is a battering ram and a weighted blanket, equal parts brute force and solace.

The music has undergone a shift since Heartbreak Rules, from 2023, an album I liked a lot. That record was a mostly solo endeavor, just Giannopoulos singing songs he’d knocked out during COVID quarantine and John Margaris coming in late to play a few piano parts. This one is much more of a band effort. Margaris plays bass throughout, and James Doran drums. There are guest appearances from of-the-moment indie rockers including Wednesday’s Karly Hartzman, MJ Lenderman and Ella Williams of Squirrel Flower. Though still morose and inward-looking, the songs bloom into sprawling, distorted, nocturnal flower. They are larger but very personal.

“Snow Angel,” for instance, establishes a slow acoustic strum, then blows it to bits with fuzz. The sound coils and uncoils, storming ahead with inexorable anthemic vigor, then turning inward on itself in wounded dissonance. “Curtain” strips back the Horse Jumper experience to flared electric chords and vocals. The song digs into the bleakest existential questions—the self, its relation with others, mortality — in clean, echoing isolation. Giannopoulos croons, “Do you think yours is the only point of view? Do you that think others haven’t done it, too? Did you follow that nasty rule? You wave that goodbye and they close the black curtain on you.”

The sound is mesmerizing, pitched somewhere between Polvo’s guitar-wrenching abstractions and David Grubbs’ surreal sung poetry and Bedhead but with more explosions. Ovlov comes to mind, too, in the tactile onslaught of distorted guitar sound. Yet the words are good, too, if hard to catch, as they bob up to the surface of guitar skree, then sink under again. “Lip Reader” has one of the disc’s most arresting images, in a verse that goes, “You were singing your song in the doorway/I could see you in the other room/like a lip reader from the other side/you’re from another side.”  The line between the living and the dead, the real and the imagined, is wavery and blurred.

At times, Giannopoulos recalls other, far more acoustically centered artists. The spare, stark “Word,” for instance, sounds a good bit like whispery, gothic Boduf songs. The trick he’s mastered, however, is hitching vulnerability to blaring, swelling, overwhelming guitar sounds. It’s not often that music this loud and distorted can break your heart.

Jennifer Kelly

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Chum 112: Homecoming

"Is it done?" I ask, my voice low as we make our way through the throng of bodies towards the punch bowl. "Did the post go up?"

Jordan's grin sharpens, their eyes glinting in the strobing lights. "Oh yeah. It's up. The server logged thirty comments in the first seventeen minutes. By the time anyone thinks to look our way, we'll be old news."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, some of the tension easing from my shoulders. We did it. The truth is out there, and there's no taking it back now.

Of course, that's when Mike fucking Giannopoulos comes bounding up to us, his tux straining around his football player bulk. "Yo, Westwood!" he crows, slapping Jordan on the back hard enough to make them stumble. "Looking sharp, dude! Didn't think you had it in you!" Then he turns to me, smiling. "What's up, Sam!"

I smile back thinly, trying not to grimace as the scent of his body spray clogs my nostrils. "Hey Mike," I say with about as much enthusiasm as if I was saying, "Hey, root canal".

He doesn't seem to notice, already turning back to Jordan to yammer on about some boring football bullshit - football bullshit that I'm sure Jordan couldn't care less about. I tune him out, my eyes scanning the room. The chaperones are all clustered by the doors, their heads bent together as they mutter into their walkie-talkies. Every entrance and exit is manned by at least two security guards, big beefy dudes who look like they bench press Chevy Tahoes in their spare time.

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(Image description: Drawing of Pontian man in zipka holding gun, staring into the distance.) Depiction of a Pontian guerrilla by Christos Giannopoulos.

Today, May 19th, we remember the Greek genocide.

We remember those who were forced from their homes, those who fled, and those who were killed in the same cities and towns where their families had lived for thousands of years.

We remember Pontian women who were abducted, raped, or forced into marriage.

We remember Pontian children who were orphaned.

We remember men who were sent to labor camps.

We remember families broken apart.

We remember those who resisted genocide and tried to defend their homes.

I remember my ancestors, those members of my family, who were killed. I hope the Turkish government will eventually acknowledge its wrongdoings and make recompense to the victims’ descendants. I hope to preserve Romeika and all Pontian cultural traditions for future generations. I hope we can all find peace.