#greg tull

[unicornery]

Here's the new chart chat that came out today for your direct-listening enjoyment! I researched about some Prog Rock Holiday songs. Songs include:

"I Believe in Father Christmas" - Greg Lake (#2 UK, #95 US) + B-side "Humbug"

"Ring Out Solstice Bells" - Jethro Tull (#28 UK) + the alternate "Magic Bells"

"Run With The Fox" - Chris Squire & Alan White (dnc)

"3 Ships" - Jon Anderson (B-side of "Easier Said Than Done," #88 UK)

I also tried to include a little background that I looked up about UK Christmas Singles in general.

Please enjoy and comment, and share with others who might be interested.

[meikyuunolovers]

Alternate universe where Greg Lake stays with The Gods and John Glascock is the one in King Crimson instead

[bungitonthen]

29/5/24

a plague of lighthouse keepers - van der graaf generator (the charisma years 1970-1978)

forest dance #2 … the foot of our stairs … overseer overture … flight from lucifer … 10.08 from paddington … magus perdé … epilogue - jethro tull (a passion play: an extended performance: steven wilson mix)

the endless enigma part 1 ... fugue ... the endless enigma part 2 ... from the beginning ... the sheriff ... hoedown ... trilogy - emerson lake & palmer (trilogy)

red ... starless ... starless* - king crimson (the road to red: 2013 steven wilson mix)

*this always happens

[sphoricus]

11/1/2023

So October is over. Halloween is over. I hope everyone had a great Halloween; I know I’ve never been one to party or do much really. Regardless, I figured I’d make a playlist recapping my month. Feel free to share what your October has been, musically.

Favorite Songs from Old Favorites

“Psycho Killer” by Talking Heads

“Crosseyed and Painless” by Talking Heads

“Is this the Life?” by Cardiacs

“Big Ship” by Cardiacs

“I’m Set Free” by Brian Eno

“Heroin” by The Velvet Underground & Nico

“Can You Hear the Music” by Ludwig Göransson

“Remember Me” by Sea Power

“Tropic Birds” by Masayoshi Takanaka

“Haiku” by Vic Chesnutt

“Angels” by David Byrne

New Favorites

“The Boy in the Bubble” by Paul Simon

“Thick as a Brick” by Jethro Tull

“This Town Ain’t Big Enough for the Both of Us” by Sparks

“Witchi Tia To” by Jim Pepper

Windswept Adan by Ichiko Aoba

Further In by Greg Brown

Light as a Feather by Chick Corea & Return to Forever

[worldoftheromanovs]

Alexandra Feodorovna’s Wedding Dress

“Her wedding dress was a magnificent creation; the outfit was so intricate that it took nearly an hour for Alexandra to dress. Her stockings were of lace, her shoes embroidered and decorated. Over these she wore layers of stiff petticoats. The wide, full skirt of silver brocade opened from the waist down to reveal a second underskirt of silver tissue, edged with fur. The décolletage was cut low, to reveal the neck and shoulders, and the gown had short sleeves trailing ermine-edged tippets. The tightly fitted, boned bodice was sewn with diamonds which sparkled with every move. The folds of the overskirt fell back to form a train, and a separate, sweeping court train of cloth-of-gold edged with ermine fell from her shoulders. Over this, Alexandra wore the imperial mantle of cloth-of-gold, lined and edged with ermine. These robes were so heavy that four pages had to help carry them.

Alexandra wore her hair swept back to emphasise her graceful neck and shoulders. Two long, twin side curls were attached to her own hair. Her long veil of tulle was held in place by a Russian Kokoshnik tiara, of diamonds set in platinum, and the Romanov nuptial crown of diamonds sewn on crimson velvet. Alexandra also wore a number of diamond brooches on the front of her gown, along with the jewelled chain of the Order of St. Andrew and strings of pearls around her neck. These jewels, as well as the tiara, had been wedding gifts from the late tsar, costing some 300,000 rubles ($150,000). She also wore the imperial riviére, a diamond necklace of 475 carats, and a pair of matching earrings. The earrings were so heavy, in fact, that they had to be supported by wires around the ears, which slowly cut into the flesh as the day wore on. Around her tiara, Alexandra wore a wreath of orange blossoms, brought from the Imperial Conservatory in Warsaw. Across the dress stretched the red ribbon of the Order of St. Catherine.”

[Greg King, The Last Empress: The Life and Times of Alexandra Feodorovna, Tsarina of Russia]

[the-last-tsar]

"Her wedding dress was a magnificent creation; the outfit was so intricate that it took nearly an hour for Alexandra to dress. Her stockings were of lace, her shoes embroidered and decorated. Over these she wore layers of stiff petticoats. The wide, full skirt of silver brocade opened from the waist down to reveal a second underskirt of silver tissue, edged with fur. The décolletage was cut low, to reveal the neck and shoulders, and the gown had short sleeves trailing ermine-edged tippets. The tightly fitted, boned bodice was sewn with diamonds which sparkled with every move. The folds of the overskirt fell back to form a train, and a separate, sweeping court train of cloth-of-gold edged with ermine fell from her shoulders. Over this, Alexandra wore the imperial mantle of cloth-of-gold, lined and edged with ermine. These robes were so heavy that four pages had to help carry them. Alexandra wore her hair swept back to emphasise her graceful neck and shoulders. Two long, twin side curls were attached to her own hair. Her long veil of tulle was held in place by a Russian Kokoshnik tiara, of diamonds set in platinum, and the Romanov nuptial crown of diamonds sewn on crimson velvet. Alexandra also wore a number of diamond brooches on the front of her gown, along with the jewelled chain of the Order of St. Andrew and strings of pearls around her neck. These jewels, as well as the tiara, had been wedding gifts from the late tsar, costing some 300,000 rubles ($150,000). She also wore the imperial riviére, a diamond necklace of 475 carats, and a pair of matching earrings. The earrings were so heavy, in fact, that they had to be supported by wires around the ears, which slowly cut into the flesh as the day wore on. Around her tiara, Alexandra wore a wreath of orange blossoms, brought from the Imperial Conservatory in Warsaw. Across the dress stretched the red ribbon of the Order of St. Catherine.”

The Last Empress: The Life and Times of Alexandra Feodorovna, Tsarina of Russia | Greg King

[splashgal]

Bridgerton Recap- 1x1 : 'Diamond Of The First Water'

Welcome to my first ever recap on this platform. My writing style tends to be pretty snarky and inappropriate about everything, so if that's not your vibe, this is not the place for you. I'm a huge fan of discussion, so chime in on anything. Only move forward at this point if you've watched at least the first season, because here there be spoilers...

We open straight out of the gate with a lovely voice over from my idol and splasdad’s first major crush, Dame Julie Andrews. Over sweeping crane shots of people milling about it their technicolor finery, Julie tells us it’s Grosvenor Square, 1813. I assume she offered to deliver this line similar to those in ‘Hamilton’, but was told she couldn’t steal all of the thunder in the first thirty seconds of the show.

The camera immediately zooms in on the front door of the Featherington home (Blue! Are they already foreshadowing?) and to the drawing room where Portia and her daughters are all lined up in what would come to be seen as their most unassuming outfits ever worn. Before we are even properly introduced to any of them by name, Julie is calling the girls ‘sorrowful sows’ and their mother ‘tasteless’. True, but dang Pen. Prudence is getting squeezed into her corset at her mother’s behest, being told she ‘could squeeze her waist into the size of an orange and a half’ when she was her age. Weird unit of measurement, but okay.

Then we zip over to the Bridgerton door (Green! Now I’m not sure about the color thing I guess) and into their immense hall. If this is a set, it is magnificent. If this is a real house, it is magnificent. We pan across the paintings of the older siblings (screw Greg and Hy I guess) that one day Luke Thompson will try to sneak out under his coat. Eloise is already irritated and Colin and Benedict fight adorably over who Daphne likes better (it’s Colin). Eloise yells. Benedict seems exasperated, Colin seems entertained. Francesca seems like a different person.

This will be the first of many references I make to Colin’s hair, which has a fascinating journey even in this episode. Here, it is flat, but also not? It doesn’t ever look like this again. I can’t tell what is happening honestly.

It should also be noted here that everyone so far looks gorgeous and like they’re about fourteen years old.

Front doors open simultaneously and everyone comes down the stairs. Eloise and Pen wave at each other cutely and we get one shot where Colin might be looking at Pen before we focus in on Violet and Daphne coming down the stairs. Why are the moms so overly-tulled here? Both Violet and Portia look like loofahs.

Anyway, here’s Daphne, she’s perfectly Keira Knightly-adjacent.

Mama Bridgerton asks Ben where his brother, ‘Lord Bridgerton’ is, and he says he doesn’t know. Liar.

And here we get the introduction to Anthony, whose lovely bum is out. He’s on a tight schedule. Poor Sienna is going to have bark burn.

Y’all, I’ve just realized I’ve written over 400 words and we are three minutes into the episode. I might need to pick this up a bit.

Anthony shows up at the presentation and takes Daphne’s hand to enter the palace as Julie explains the dog and pony show we are about to witness. All three Featherington girls come out together, even though the dude announcing them seems kinda over it. These actresses all have such great chemistry together. They’re instantly funny and cute. Penelope in general is just adorable in this sequence. She nervously looks over at the Bridgertons. Eloise is horrified and Anthony is…turned on? To whom is he giving the once over? Penthony fans rise up I guess?

Prudence is clearly the favorite, as she is the one who gets the honor of passing out to little interest from the Queen, and then Perfect Daphne is striding in with her giant feather and her tiny little fringe curls. She gets a kiss on the forehead and Julie gives us a warning and we are onto the theme song, which should never get skipped ever.

When we come back, we are finally told that Julie Andrews is Lady Whistledown, and she’s already dropping words like ‘bitch’ and ‘canine’. We see Lady Danbury in her first of many tiny WizardPimp top hats, and then over to the Bridgerton girls all talking about the presentation, with Eloise correctly explaining that the other hundred and ninety-nine girls who didn’t get forehead kisses are going to hate Daphne now. Daphne mentions the perfect love of Edmund and Violet. El talks about Lady Whistledown, they discuss the alphabetical naming of the kids (helpful in my opinion as well as Violet’s, but Pen disagrees I guess). Daphne is named a ‘Diamond of the First Water.’ Penelope gaslit everyone into believing that means something. Way to go, Pen.

Across the street, Portia is pissed and points the finger at Violet being the Gossip Girl. Cressida’s mom is there and points out that if Daphne gets off the market fast, maybe someone else will have a fighting chance at snagging one of these poncy, top-hatted dweebs in Mayfair. Here we get the first instance of Penelope being told to stop reading or she’ll start getting ideas and thinking (Gaston Portia, you are positively primeval).

Oh, a distant cousin is on her way? That should have no consequences at all. Penelope wants to sit out the season and her sisters call her fat. They’re just jealous of her magnificent rack I think. Wait, I just noticed there’s a harp player in the corner. What on earth is happening here? Anyway, this cousin was on a farm, she probably will be wearing a potato sack.

No, of course she’s beautiful.

Here comes Simon in his Sherlock Holmes coat and his carefully cultivated facial hair. He’s cravat-less, so we know he’s a whore. He gallops in to Lady Danbury’s estate, who greets him with condolences on his father, who he clearly hated. She’s hosting a ball and warns him every lady will be trying to put it on him. He tells her he can’t, because dead dad pass, and she shuts him down pretty thoroughly.

Across town, Sienna lip syncs for a couple moments before she and Anthony start fucking in her dressing room. You guys- the amount of Jonathan Bailey nudity in just the first fifteen minutes of this show is so distracting. I can’t type with one hand. He can’t stay, he has to take Daphne to the ball. Wait, is this all the same day as the presentation? Can he not keep it in his pants for more than a couple hours (spoiler alert: he cannot)? He has no self-awareness, so he talks about guarding his sister’s virtue (blech) and then tells Sienna he will always protect her. Except from STDS, one would assume.

We are at the ball, y’all! They are painting the floor and polishing the crystal and they got Ari on the sound system. Julie tells us about the cattle auction we are about to witness, before warning us there is nothing worse than spinsterhood. Talk of watercolors, piano, gardening- we will get to the flaming batons later, one would assume.

We see the Featherington girls all standing together, Pen’s attention is completely on Colin, whose hair must have grown 3x in size since his first scene. Maybe it’s full of secrets. Pen's face is rather heart-breaking here, she has that kind of ‘despondent longing’. Either that or it’s indigestion. Or she just realized she has a thorax strapped to her breasts. Anyway, Colin is cute a clueless and loves dancing. Thankfully, this isn’t like that town in ‘Footloose’.

Lord Ambrose approaches Daphne, Anthony cockblocks aggressively. Anyone with those sideburns should not be quite so judgey, one would think. He walks the room with his sister, talking shit about all the dudes (eccentric, bastard, etc). The best men in the room are her brothers. Easy Anthony, this isn’t ‘Game of Thrones’. Colin, apropos nothing at all, mentions he’s going to Greece, which Daphne finds interesting. Before she can actually be the one human to show interest in him ever, Lady Danbury arrives and the boys attempt to scatter before being called out. She’s wearing a tiara. She’s flawless. She should get a forehead kiss. She correctly clocks Anthony being a hindrance rather than a help to Daphne and wanders off to presumably hit people with her cane.

And then Colin turns and sees (sigh) Marina.

So has an insta-semi I guess and then Portia talks some shit about her. As if her fabulous hair isn’t enough to want to marry her. Colin and his Rock-A-Doodle mane join her Ring Around The Rosey dance and apparently just the fact that he’s there is enough to make everyone else want her. He was literally just dancing with another girl two minutes ago, but I guess she is not desirable anymore. I didn’t see her hair, so that could be the case. Thank you, next indeed.

There’s a shot of Benedict and Lady Danbury and I decide I ship it waaay too fast.

And then Simon, in his red velvet jacket and still no cravat (what a hussy) has joined the party. Portia spots him immediately and tries to hurry Pip and Pru over to him, even though he’s not on the trading cards they’re carrying around with them (?). He gets swarmed and looks less than psyched about it.

Daphne escapes Anthony for the lemonade table. She’s immediately accosted by Mr. Collins Peter Pettigrew Nigel Berbrooke, who is a creepy creep toward her. She leaves, and he tries to follow her when she literally runs into Simon. She does that thing girls have to learn to do where they pretend they know someone to save themselves from getting molested, but Simon is too focused on how hot he is to cotton on. They bicker a bit before Anthony sniffs his sister out and greets Simon excitedly. This is the happiest we have seen Anthony all episode. He refers to him as The Duke of Hastings and talks about their time at Oxford, which I assume entailed sticking their dicks into the mouths of dead pigs.

Anthony convinces Daphne to leave in order to play hard to get, even though Violet seems pretty pissed about it.

The next morning, she excitedly waits for suitors. Anthony shows up and sits next to his sister as Maroon 5 kicks up on the soundtrack. Over at Featherington House, we have a million dudes showing up for Marina, which seems to tickle Pen quite a bit. A guy with a mustache is daring to talk to Daphne, which Ant cannot handle. Dude, just pee on her and get it over with already, you weirdo. Someone brought Marina a puppy(DO NOT EVER gift someone a puppy unless they are aware it is coming!).

Julie Andrews is throwing shade at Daphne and the Queen.

The Featherington girls are getting facials while Portia, disguised as Big Bird, gets mad at Marina’s instep. She seems like she’d be a lot of fun at parties, huh? Back over at Bridger-Home, Daphne is trying to get her brother off her nuts for two minutes. However, he’s already RSVPed to the next shindig, as well as everything through June. El tries to talk about Lady Whistledown, but Daphne snaps at her. Footman John (my favorite footman!) comes in and announces Berbrooke has come to smarm at them. Hyacinth seems psyched to see him, everyone else- not so much. El tries to stay, but Violet boots her. Nigel points out he didn’t know Daphne was so desperate.

El has made it over to Feather- House, where we have ourselves a real sausage fest. Some dude dressed like Willy Wonka is reciting poetry. Colin has got puffed sleeves, like he’s Anne of Green Gables. He watches Pen play with the dog Marina has already forgotten about. Portia encourages all the men to at least acknowledge her loin fruit on their way out. Colin makes a beeline right for Penelope, where they share a cute exchange about Byron (Byron references for this episode: 2) and then he calls her ‘Pen’, which is both highly adorkable and highly arousing.

Daphne and Anthony are arguing on horseback- how classy. She points out that women are raised just to be wives, which is true and total bullshit at the same time.

Meanwhile, Julie is lusting over Simon in voiceover when she should be lusting after a cigarette-smoking Lady Danbury. She’s a boss. Simon and Anthony are at the club, getting drunk in the middle of the day like they’re NASCAR dads. They both argue over getting hitched, with Anthony essentially saying he will rely on his younger brothers to sire heirs for him (?). I think that’s…not how that works.

Julie is still talking about Marina. Again. Some more. On retrospect, it’s really obvious who she is, isn’t it? Anyway, Penelope is on the floor with the puppy, like she’s a toddler. We get our first sign of Varley, aka Mrs. Gollum. She and Portia stand in the hallway, dressed as the Batman villians they are. Varley suggests sending Marina off to live on a farm, and I’m assuming she doesn’t mean it in the same way you do for dogs, but what do I know? Portia nixes the idea because of Her Idiot Husband. He watches Marina creepily over the top of his newspaper.

Violet is once again dressed as if no one at JoAnn’s Fabric talked her out of those three extra yards of purple tulle like they should have. She’s chastising Daphne for not paying enough attention to Wormtail.

They are at the opera now, and Violet’s outfit is much better. She looks smokin�� hot. The Queen negs Daph and then Danbury welcomes them to her box (dirty!). Ladies Bridgerton and Danbury loudly gossip throughout Sienna’s performance and drop info about Simon’s childhood, his mother, and then turn to meddling. Mostly involving pie. They laugh maniacally for some reason.

Marina is pulling her bed apart like she’s checking to see if Frederick or Kurt left something hiding in there for her. Oh no, wait. That’s not it.

What is the timeline of this show? Now we are at dinner across the street, where Anthony is suggesting that Gossip Girl lives in Bloomsbury (spoiler?), and then Colin suggests it’s a man. El takes that very well. Original Recipe Fran thinks it’s Danbury. Hyacinth suggests Lady Featherington, which they all laugh at. Simon points out how weird it is to let Hyacinth and Gregory eat with the other humans and not at a card table in the basement, like kids are supposed to. There’s a back and forth about Colin boxing (huh?) and then Daphne and Simon are bicker/flirting again. He’s in another Hugh Hefner red velvet jacket with an open neck again. Violet mentions pie and it perks Simon right up. Maybe she’s his soulmate.

Anthony and Violet are arguing about Saphne, with Anthony acting like a giant gaping asshole. When he mentions duty, she brings up his mistress, and his brothers carrying on the family line again. Stop thinking with Benedict’s penis, everyone! It’s weird. She asks him if he is actually the man of the house.

We cut to him as he breaks up with Sienna. She is rightfully pretty bitter about it. He did promise to protect her quite recently. What is with these Bridgerton boys and being like this?

And we are at Vauxhall! I didn’t notice before that they seem to be travelling by boat, like they’re going to Hogwarts. Colin finds Pen right away (‘Pen’ count: 2 ‘Colin’ count: 1). They are both so flipping adorable here. Her hair and her pink dress and his tall, tall pompadour and blue jacket. She didn’t think he would be there. He’s sorry to disappoint. He asks about Marina and Pen stiffens up and says she’s home sick. Instead, Her Idiot Father brought her. It’s why she’s allowed to wear something that doesn’t look like rainbow sherbet. When she says it, he looks her up and down and smiles, but doesn’t say anything.

But before their moment can go anywhere, Nellie Olson Cressida Cowper saunters over with her exceedingly normal hair and dress. She’s coming in hot on Colin, using her phone sex voice. Pen gives her lip (dirty), and then Cressida spills her drink on Pen’s lovely pink dress. To his credit, Colin immediately realizes what is happening and shuts Cressida down and reaches for Penelope. The way her head whips around when he says he’s dancing with her is very cute. They make for the dance floor and they jig and it’s adorable.

A group of women surround the Duke (who still has an open collar, has he no decency??) and say he looks just like his father (false).

Mrs. Varley is doing the laundry and looks at Marina’s sheets. These ladies are all better at math than I am for sure. She goes to find Portia.

Back at the swinging party, Anthony and his sideburns show up to give an elevator pitch on Lord Berbrooke. He found her someone to marry her. Give him a cookie! She is pissed.

But not as pissed as Lady Featherington, who is confronting Marina on her irregular menstrual cycle. They argue until Portia hauls off and slaps her charge across the face.

Wormtail finds Daphne in a garden, where he gets very rapey very quickly. Daphne knocks him out cold as Simon is coming to her rescue. She starts worrying. They both talk about how much they hate Lady Whistledown, then he suggests a solution.

There is a lovely (purposeful) shot of Penelope as they come back to the party to a voice over of their plan to pretend to be into each other. They take to the dance floor as everyone watches them in awe. Good thing they’re not in love. They dance among the sparklers. It's gorgeous.

With that, Dame Julie signs off.

What do you guys think of this episode? How about the season in general?

[tomwambsgans]

i come bearing assigned christmas albums for succession characters

logan - the bells of dublin (chieftains) / a snowflake fell (glasvegas) kendall - does xmas fiasco style (my morning jacket) / beach boys / red (the killers) roman - the sufjan stevens christmas collection / i am become christmas (lemon demon) shiv - michael buble / trans-siberian orchestra connor - jethro tull / jimmy buffett / quality street (nick lowe) tom - rocky mountain christmas (john denver) / neil diamond / carpenters greg - los campesinos / boy least likely to / weezer gerri - vince guaraldi trio / sinatra

bonus:

kenstewy - it's a nick and gabe christmas party tomgreg - one christmas at a time (jonathan coulton & john roderick) krank - barenaked for the holidays (bnl)

[the-prsc]

Day 9 

Previously on PRSC... 

David has abandoned the ‘Court of the Crimson King’ to stay with Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull, a man whose presence was not announced to the other bands. 

As a result of this Fripp has become more paranoid and sent out his, ‘defense’ and ‘foreign intelligence’ secretaries out into the wood to find him 

Genesis have spiraled out of control at the loss of Phil 

On a lighter note, Rick and Alex have formed a comedy duo, ‘Two Dumb Blondes’ 

Death Count: 2 

In the Conglomerate... 

For the most part, progress and comfort in The Conglomerate continue smoothly. They have by far the most efficient workload distribution of any of the camps. Everyone has a particular job to which they can dedicate all their energy, and the new addition of the ‘Two Dumb Blondes’ comedy troop is keeping almost all of them in good spirits. Their strong points at this stage of the game are community, attitude and numbers.

Sadly, however this is not the case for everyone in the camp. Since his murder of Greg on day 3, Keith has not been trusted by any of his peers and has been emotionally exiled from their community. His pain and loneliness are brought to the front of his mind with the formation of our jolly duo of blonde gentlemen as he feels a great jealousy for the companionship they share after only a week of pleasantries. 

All the while in perfect time... 

Genesis’ tears are falling on the ground! There is less humor within the Genesis camp, especially where Tony (who hasn’t picked up his Etch-a-Sketch since Phil’s death) is concerned. Peter has progressed further in his insanity and has begun wearing his flower hat while prancing and leaping around the forest exclaiming, ‘I am the prettiest sunflower in all the isles!’ We at the PRSC believe this is some form of act of denial brought on by his intense grief. A more obvious sign of his growing delirium is his refusal of food. The rest of the band have tried to feed him, but he doesn’t even seem to listen to them as he just leaps off into the shrubs. We theorize that he is attempting to photosynthesise…

Steve and Mike are still knuckling down to their work, albeit far from efficient. They are the only camp (other than David and Ian) who only have only two functioning members and neither of them have done any sort of camping since Mike’s ‘combined cadet force’ days back in 5th form at Charterhouse. Does Phil’s death spell doom for the boys in Genesis? They will have to start making friends before it's too late or survival in the plummeting autumn climate will be impossible. 

What do you do when the old man’s gone? 

A question David regularly asks himself since his departure from the court (Fripp’s real age is unknown to the rest of the band, but he makes sure they know he’s older than them to establish a good pecking order). Ian has become a protective figure for David reassuring him that he is safe from Fripp where they are, and he’ll never find them. He has been stern but gentle with him. He doesn’t want to show any weakness around David, but Ian has grown very fond of him in recent days and their unlikely friendship fills in the hole he didn’t know needed filling with human interaction. 

Back in the court... 

Muir and Bruford continue their search for David unaware of Ian's presence in the wood. Bruford believed that following his ‘dispute’ with their ex-drummer three days prior, it would be best for Muir to handle the visit to the Genesis camp. 

*Written in retrospect* Sadly, I was out on my lunch break when this meeting took place, so am unaware of all the details. From what I have heard through my colleagues, Muir turned up with his sheet metal ready to ‘fuck shit up’ and find wherever they have stashed David but got overwhelmed by their negative vibe and a bit freaked out by Peter so ran for the hills with a plan to come back another day with backup. 

The rest of the court continue their labor works under the (false) impression that Fripp cares for them and that the court is a democracy and isn’t entirely run on his word. 

And you and I reach over the sun for the river... 

In case any of you fine readers have forgotten, Jon Anderson and Alan White are still in The Arena. We haven’t been reporting on them because, quite frankly, we couldn’t find them! They have figured out how to light fires pretty well and have been setting up new camps most nights making them rather difficult to track. By the time we’d found them, they had ventured far from the other bands and their relationship had deepened exponentially. We only managed to locate them when following Fripp's secretary for ‘Foreign Intelligence’, Bill as he got lost in search of David. A VERY awkward encounter ensued as he was met face to face with Jon or as he calls him, ‘Napoleon’ (because he is short and autocratic) and his Yes replacement, Alan. Bruford was the second king crimson spy to chicken out during intelligence missions today as he scurried back to the court to find Muir. 

Otherwise, Jon and Alan, this game hasn’t been so bad. The reason being, they chilled the fuck out! For almost a week they have strived not to get bogged down in the shit. Luckily, Jon has had (and probably will keep having) amazing luck with cosmic connection to nature and hasn’t had to try for things just to go his way. One area of concern is their new reliance on ‘special’ mushrooms that grow in this forest. Unbeknownst to them, most of Jon and Alan’s diet for the last week has been magic mushrooms and they have been asphyxiated most of that time. At least they're happy. That’s all for today, so we’ll see you tomorrow for... 

The Prog Rock Survival Competition!

[barbaraspinozzi]

🌿🤍💖❤💙🖤 From Dolce & Gabbana (Instagram) 🖤💙❤💖🤍🌿

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Guests graced the #DGAltaGioielleria event at Pettolecchia La Fortezza, Puglia, in head-to-toe #DolceGabbana looks:

Anitta wore a bucolic gown and bra in white fiandra, paired with a cotton chord tulle skirt enriched with cotton lace trimming, a hand-woven corset in raffia, Alta Gioielleria earrings and ring in white and yellow gold with imperial topazes and diamonds.

Alessandra Ambrosio wore a strapless gown in white cutout broccato, accessorized with a necklace in white and yellow gold adorned with Citrine, light blue sapphires, and diamond gemstones.

Leonie Hanne wore a tulle draped dress with a silk satin corset from the #DGFW23 collection, red gloves, satin underwear and a white gold cross pendant necklace in black sapphire.

Ola Farahat wore a light grey column dress in double crepe with a long train and draped belt. She accessorized with a mini #DGSicilyBag in crystal mesh, a gold tiara, and rainbow necklace from the fine jewellery collection.

Pelayo Díaz wore a #DGSS24 Runway look composed of a double-breasted wool cloth vest with a wide Sicilia lapel over an organza silk top and black trousers.

#DGCelebs #BeItalian

Photography Greg Kessler

[garfo-na-tomada]

Que leituras são boas para entender karma?

A bibliografia mais profunda sobre esse assunto está um pouco fora da minha alçada nesse momento e é algo que eu ainda estou pesquisando. Tipo, se você pega o The Vedic Origins of Karma, do Herman Tull, é um puta livro acadêmico, mas se não tiver uma base já de conhecimento sobre as escrituras hindus, contexto histórico e filosófico e tal, você não consegue tirar nada dali.

Você encontra muitos menções nos livros do Mestre Choa, mas a preocupação dele é mais prática. Há também alguma menção ao conceito do karma no livro introdutório do Greg Kaminsky, PRONAOS: Reflections on the Preliminary Practices of Buddhist Tantra from a Western Perspective. Mas ele também não entra muito a fundo e de novo, preocupações mais práticas. E eu sei que quando vocês me perguntam isso, vocês querem explicações, hehe.

O que eu recomendo para quem quiser ter uma introdução ao assunto são as palestras do Swami Sarvapriyananda, o Swami residente da Vedanta Society of New York. No YouTube tem várias, ele é muito didático e, claro, oficialmente uma autoridade no assunto.

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thank you for the luck! I don't mind that it's a little late lol I need it while I'm waiting on my final grades. so far I have As and a B 🙌

that sounds exactly like what I do with my family. it's never anything super fancy but we always get together for gifts and food 💛 this year I'm doing one thing that's a little different though! my friends and I are gonna go check out a festival of lights tonight 🌟

here's another question for you: if you could have absolutely anything in the world for Christmas, what would it be?

and since I don't listen to newer Christmas music as much, do you have any recs for me? do you have an absolute favorite Christmas song?

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Festival of lights?? That sounds awesome!!

I can't lie, my ideal Christmas present would probably be something practical like covering my rent or food vouchers or something. Not very interesting but would really help!

My favourite Christmas songs ever are I Believe in Father Christmas by Greg Lake, Stop the Cavalry by Jona Lewie and A Spaceman Came Travelling by Chris De Burgh. I would also recommend Ring Out Solstice Bells by Jethro Tull, In Dulce Jubilo by Mike Oldfield and Don't Let the Bells End by the Darkness!

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