#ignore the guitar its not the greatest!!

[kazz-matazz]

COOKIE OUT BOY!!!

I FINISHED IT. WITH 45 MINUTES TO SPARE. TOOK ME 8 HOURS BUT

click for quality. it looks SO much better when you click i prommy!!!

inspired by @strawberryprism's discussion about what cookies the boys would be. we have:

Oatmeal Honey cookie (Pete)

Peanut Butter cookie (Andy)

Meringue cookie (Joe) (The colors represent how meringue looks when torched!)

Shortbread (Orange) Pinwheel cookie (The stripes in his hair are the pinwheel pattern!)

its done 💪 im so happy this took SO long but we stay silly 💪 they are just cookies...escaped the oven...do not separate them!! they are a four count cookie pack!!

[gladiatorcunt]

- DIRT IN CHAINS | X.

i can’t wait for the nights with you, i imagine the things we’ll do

cw: kinktober prompt (feet), semi crack treated seriously (he just comes back and says footjob. now.), pseudo incest (step brother & step sister), no shelly or chris 💀, set in the 90’s with brandon lee’s eric, small-ish age gap (reader’s in her early 20’s), fem ballerina!reader, random kurt cobain crush mention, implied inappropriate behavior when reader was 18 and after (nothing explicit but it could be seen as done with certain intent), attempted non con mention (not involving eric or reader)

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

Body of my body, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone.

If you serve a chunk of still bleeding meat to a gruesome stray dog, then that is love. If you toss a coin to a crow with a glint in its beady eyes, that too is love. Even when you scoff and grumble at the perceived inconvenience and continue your jaunt down the muddy alleyway. You are assuring an animal that you believe it deserves to have its hunger sated and tended to like a toothache. don’t be surprised when gangrene sets in around your ankles and wrists, bracelets made of red jade. They bite for the same reason that you sharpen their teeth and beaks with roadkill and gemstones. It is life’s greatest gift to ever be well fed, such neglect can open a void from which there is no escape. If only your heart could plug up the hole.

The most painful sentences in existence are hypotheticals that start with if. That's why this will be nothing of the sort, hunting season will be successful.

Your step brother Eric was shot about a month ago the night before halloween, and you’re coping by robotically moving through life as if it couldn’t happen to you too. It’s all too easy to succumb to the panic and the grief but you’ve never been wired that way, it’s safer for you to retreat into a cocoon of numbness.

You don’t want to think about where the woman he saved from being raped is, as happy as you are that she’s okay. Knowing any of that would only remind you of the knife Eric got thrown into his back before he was thrown from her apartment window. He lived in the same building and like the good guy your step brother was at heart, burst in the room with the best intentions.

His good deed got him killed, and all you’ve done is play his music on repeat as you rot in your bed. He’d want you to continue your ballet career, hell, he showed up to your recitals and performances more than your own mother. You always ignored how his presence made you feel simultaneously relaxed and confident but also so stressed you’d be worried about pissing yourself on the stage.

Wide smiles and long dark hair that glistened in the theater’s warm lightning, he would always be the one to stand up and whistle first.

Eric’s favorite ballet was your ballet company’s Swan Lake. He kept a picture of you as Odette in one of the pockets of his leather jacket.

Your parents had only been married 4 years, but you’ve changed a lot from the starry eyed 18 year old that mooned over your older step brother and tripped over your pointe shoes.

Your dad started teaching you how to play guitar before he left, when you were 5 and your chubby hands plucked at the wrong strings. Eric wouldn’t leave you alone when you told him the story, and spent an entire weekend getting you caught up on your missed lessons until you both had a swarm of blisters on your fingers.

Now you’ll never see him again, never get caught in the rain when you’ve begged him to drive you home and wish you could tuck a strand of his wet hair behind ear, never hump your pillow and muffle your sounds into your balled up fists because he’s staying in the next room and you have to be quiet.

You’ll never see him with his band again, caught in that weird space between a groupie and a supportive family member. He liked to embarrass you, make big shows out of looking directly at you and coming to the edge of the stage to poke your cheek. He’d ruffle your hair and your cheeks would be so hot, one wrong burst of electricity from the wires attached to their instruments and you’d go up in flames.

You never told your mom but you always wanted a brother, you should’ve known you weren’t gonna have him for very long.

Hangman’s Joke. God, you wish.

“Hey, peach, ya miss me?”

Hand on your heart you think you’re dreaming at first, but you’ve never really had any dreams where Eric was front and center. He haunts all your other ones, regular strange ones where you’re running around department stores and fucking Kurt Cobain but someintes he turns into your step brother, sometimes you fuck them both.

You shoot up in bed, the straps of your lavender silk nightie slip down your shoulders so you pull them back. It’s the middle of the night, and your vision is blurry, but when your eyes focus properly you see him standing in front of your bed.

It’s Eric, your brother, you don’t even care if there was a gas leak overnight that’s got you fucked up or if this reslly is a dream. You can’t pretend to be fine anymore if he’s right here in front of you, suddenly there’s an umbrella over your head in the pouring rain again.

“Eric, oh my god, what the fuck! How are you even- I mean- How the fuck are you alive?”

He sighs, tonguing his cheek and shaking his head. “I’ll tell you all about it later, I promise, ‘m tired, peach. Missed my girl, didn’t she miss me?”

It’s a little cruel because of course you have, but the dulcet tones lull you into nodding. You don’t want to cry, and you’re scared to reach out to touch him because of the chance that he might disappear. Eric’s haunted eyes soften, and he intertwines his bizarrely muddy fingers with yours. There’s warmth, and maybe it’s just your hummingbird heart but you feel a soft rhythmic thumping under his skin.

It’s different, slow as molasses, more like the chiming of a grandfather clock. But Jesus fucking Christ he’s real.

Your sham of a facade shatters as you bring your joined hands down to your breasts, forcing his knuckles to press into your sternum.

Eric pushes you back down on the bed, his knees dig into the mattress on either side of your hips. His stare is intense, dark and enticing as he reaches down to curl his hand around your calves.

“I used to be obsessed with uh, vampires, ain’t that a bitch?” He chuckles, massaging your ankles and staring off into space. “All that mysticism and unimaginable power and all I could focus on was the way they talked about their cravings. How they get hunger pangs like a normal fuckin’ and it’s bearable until it’s not, it consumes them like they’re boilin’ from the inside out.”

You suck in a breath, Eric’s eyes flick over to you immediately.

“Then I look at you and i’m right back in rehab, toes curlin’ at the thought of getting high again. I think I know how those bloodsuckers feel.”

“Eric- Don’t say that.” Your heart seizes up, but you keep yourself from falling off the ledge.

He kisses your ankle, his black lipstick leaving a stain as he leaves a trail of carnage up to your toes. His lips split wide on a fox’s smile, slipping his tongue in the crease between your toes and sucking each one clean, almost like he’s trying to eat your flesh off the bone. He nuzzles his nose into the sole and inhales deeply, taking in the dirt you didn’t wash off in the shower, the plastic hospital smell from your bath mat, your cherry almond scented body wash.

“Yes, all i fuckin’ need, right here.” He whispers, staring at you dead in your eyes.

He flicks his tongue out to taste the high arch of your foot as his hand caresses your still bruised toes. But they’re faded, you quit ballet a long time ago.

“You have pretty feet, y’know that? Always liked helping you lace up your slippers.” Eric laughs “You’d get so fussy about me doin’ them properly but you’d kiss my cheek after, all sweet on me.”

He lavishes every inch of both your feet with his tongue in broad strokes, making out with your toes because he can’t resist sucking them into his mouth one more time.

You moan, fisting your hands in your nightie, your step brother’s back from the afterlife apparently and the first thing he wants to do is get a footjob from his step sister.

Eric tucks his hair behind his ears so he doesn’t have to bother with it for right now, you can tell that this is like one of those moments on stage, he wants your full attention.

He’ll always have it.

You’re the one that pulls your feet out of his grip to slide them down to his crotch. You keep eye contact as you massage his clothed bulge with your toes, rubbing your heel into his balls and applying light pressure here and there.

You blink up at him, too innocent and too worn down by life already all at the same time, “Like that, big brother? Does that feel good?”

Eric grunts, wrapping his hands back around your ankles and pushing your feet further onto his cock.

“Yeah, peach, feels so fuckin’ good, holy shit. Just like that, keep doin’ me like that, baby.”

You bite your lip, nearly tearing through the skin in your efforts to make your newly risen step brother jizz in his ripped jeans. You wish you had psychic powers and had the foresight to know he was coming over, you would’ve put on those socks with the frilly edges and a red rose stitched on the white fabric.

But he’s so worked up from this already, he’s breathing heavily and rocking his hips forward to hump your feet. He’s grinding his teeth together, already so close to unraveling from how much of a little tease you’re being.

You hum and turn your right foot to ghost the edge of your toenail around the tip of his cock. He groans as he twitches and a bead of pre seeps through his clothes, you can trace the outline of his length so clearly you know he’s not wearing any underwear.

The look in his crazed eyes reminds you of all the times he’d take you to the attic of his loft, making up scary stories and playing guitar with you. When you turned 21 he surprised you with a cheesy golden heart shaped locket, with a picture of you two at your parent’s wedding, joking about how awkward you look with each other there. Eric’s penguin style suit and your agitated face that’s partially covered by gaudy turquoise puffy cap sleeves.

He chuckled and said that every time you look at it, you’ll feel nothing but happiness for what those two losers are about to experience.

Part of that experience is you curling your feet around his clothed cock while giving him just enough of a view of your hairy pussy, you forgot to put a pad on so there’s some blood trickling out of you that Eric is just so utterly enraptured by.

His groans are death rattles now, long and pain stricken, at some point he stops humping your feet and lets you worship him like this. Eric kneeling above you, drooling deep in the back of his throat at the sight of his baby sister caressing his painfully hard dick with her cute dancer’s feet.

Your mind is filled with all the pretty shoes you can put on and do this again, you just got a new camera as an early birthday present too.

“You can come if you promise not to leave again, Eric, I'll hunt you down and kill you myself this time.” You promise, digging the ball of your feet into his perineum.

“I crawled out of the earth back to you, didn’t I? Couldn’t let my sweet peach perform alone, she gets stage fright.”

He comes in his pants and you continue to gingerly move your feet along his length, soaking up the cum that wets your toes like a sunflower does sunlight at golden hour.

[landososcar]

so high school ; JB5

pairing(s) ; jude bellingham x singer!reader , jude bellingham x student!reader

summary ; twitters favourite new(ish) artist drops her new album right during her school year.

warnings ; nothinggggg & mainly just fluff bc i love happy people

note ; SORRY ITS SHORT AHHAHA, i’ll post a new lando fic soon i just have no inspiration… ignore any dates that are wrong or don’t match - im lazy. also this is VERYYYY LOOSLY based off so high school lol (it’s mainly the aristotle line)

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youruser surprise !!!!! as an end of term present (for myself🤭🥳) and in honour of knowing the loml for 15 years, here’s 15 new songs for you guys to (hopefully) enjoy 😊 noah, thank you for trusting me and letting me join you on what might be one of my favourite songs ever!! i loveeee youuuu. && to my jude<3 thank you for inspiring me every single day of our lives. i love you bigger than the whole sky 🩵🩵 (guys he’s actually v v talented and he helped me write scared of my guitar, hard to sleep, and feels like) j, you are my safe place and these songs — especially the ones i haven’t let you hear yet — are for you.

ps guys idk how to only write happy songs but jude is the only one who makes me feel safe enough to express my emotions through my songs 😁 i looooovvveee him and am NOT 🙅‍♀️ breaking up with him. he is stuck with me forever💞

‘the alchemy’ is YOURS tonight at midnight 💓

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user1 WHAT

user2 YOU CANT JUST DROP THIS ON US WTF

oliviarodrigo my girl💞💞 i’m so so soooo excited😭

user3 GIRL I KNOW YOU DIDNT JUST CALL THE ALBUM ‘the alchemy’ FOR NO REASON. WHERE TF IS THE TITLE TRACK I KNOW YOUVE GOT HER SOMEWHERE

youruser jude and i love the alchemy the most out of all the songs and wanna keep her just ours for a little bit longer but maybe if you guys enjoy these songs i’ll let you have my baby

user4 YNAJDKJSKDKDIS

user5 WHATTTT songs did she not let jude hear omfg i need to know

youruser he’s heard them all except for daylight, paper rings & so high school lollll

judebellingham refreshing my spotify every minute til midnight you guys don’t understand she’s kept these songs in a VAULT

user6 jude i know you love spotify but apple music get new music 10 minutes early xxx

judebellingham just made an apple music account

user7 TEN MINS TIL THE ALBUM OF THE YEAR DROPS

taylorswift so so proud of you beautiful 🩷🩷

judebellingham I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

judebellingham putting ALLLL of these on the pre-game playlist

youruser babe idk if some of these will pump you up before a game

judebellingham hearing your voice will pump me up idc how sad the song is xx

user8 why’s no one talking about how she’s in UNIVERSITY and dropped a FIFTEEN song album like …??? she’s INSANE. WHERE did she find the TIMEEE

user9 not to mention she lives with him in madrid and does school online coz her uni is in the uk

user10 she’s insane i don’t understand how😭😭

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youruser just posted to their close friends story.

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youruser surprised my fav person in the uk for his england game and he scored for me 😆🩵🩵

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user1 she wrote “you know how to ball” and he said “yeah” then scored a goal and did a celebration for her😭

user2 zoom in on pic 6 and you’ll see me laying on the road waiting to be run over

judbellingham ‘unemployed girlfriend’ but you’re the greatest singer on earth while also doing online uni full time and you still make time to be able to come see me

youruser it’s coz i love you so so bad

jobebellingham you make me sick

youruser i love u too jobeyyyyyy

england our favourite visitor💙💙

user3 how does she do all this whilst going to uni😭😭😭

oliviarodrigo 💖💖💖

judebellingham I LOVVVEEEE YOUUUUU

user4 i NEED the top in pic 8 where is it from

youruser i found it on depop and HAD to buy it😭😭 i think someone made it x

chappellroan HOTTTTT (you not ur bf)

youruser I WOULD DIE FOR YOU MY WIFE💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

user5 i don’t understand how you write sad songs like the ones on your album if ur ‘in love with jude’

user6 jude deserves better than someone who’s so caught up on and still writes songs about her exes

user7 WHYS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE LYRICS SHE POSTED ON TWITTER IM GOJNG INSANE

user8 LITERALLY?/!;!!/;@:8@ LIKE ??????? “WHERES THE TROPHY? HE JUST COMES RUNNING OVER TO ME” IS SO JUDE CODED WHEN Y/N IS AT LITERALLY ANY OF HIS GAMES

user7 EXACTLYYYYY HE ALWAYSSS RUNS TO HER IMMEDIATELY AFTER HES ALLOWED TO DO HIS OWN THING. ITS FUCKING ADORABLE

user8 IM SO GLAD SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS ME

user7 were both insane let’s get married

user8 dm me right now wife

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youruser lol little life update coz i’ve been m.i.a. for the last almost two months. 1: i went blonde again. 2: my man still as fine as ever. 3: got engaged or whatever lol. 4: slaying up exams. 5: i miss tour so i decided imma come back and see you all soon 🤭🤭 tour dates soon <3

ps in honour of becoming fiance or whatever🤗 the alchemy and 4 other songs are yours on the deluxe version of ‘the alchemy’ ,, out tonight !!!

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user1 WHAT THE FUCK

user2 GIRL LET US BREATHE

harrykane juudddeeeeee!!! congrats🥳❤️

declanrice mr bellingham that is a ROCK

user3 SHE DISAPPEARED FOR TWO MONTHS AND THEN CAME BACK AND DROPPED ALL OF RHAT ON HS

gracieabrams OMG WIFE IS GONNA BE A WIFE

user4 BLONDE YN IS BACK AND SHES A FIANCÉ OH MY GOD

judebellingham WIFE WIFE WIFE‼��‼️‼️

youruser not yet my love but so close🥰

judebellingham I CANT HEAR YOU MY WIFE IS AN ACADEMIC AND LYRICAL GENIUS

user5 she’s still writing break up and sad songs whilst engaged… so weird

user6 yeah and jude helps her,, he must be so disgusted right? seriously get a life and go touch grass

taylorswift so so happy for you 💓💓

youruser 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 i love you

user7 TOUR TOUR TOUR TOUR TOUR

england juddeeeeee💙 sooo happy for you two

trentarnold ❤️❤️❤️

user8 how girl just gonna casually drop a ENGAGEMENT announcement in the middle of a photo dump

user9 REALLLL LIKE THATS A BIG ASS RING TOO

noahkahanmusic YESSSSS🤍🤍🤍🤍

user10 HOWWWW is miss girl gonna find time in her schedule to do uni, make music, keep a healthy relationship, AND TOUR

judebellingham mrs*

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[ashwhowrites]

i know you like angst so i have one for you!

famous rockstar eddie x female director (they met on a music video)

he’s married and having an affair with reader, lots of sneaking around and its exciting and hot and he is ready to leave his family behind and drop it all as he is so head over heels in love with her but she wants to end the affair and asks him what he expected and they had fun and he’ll be better off without her

Eddie? An affair? A kink of mine??

Thank you again for your patience as I worked to get this out ! I hope it's what you wanted :)

⚠️Okay you asked for angst with no word of a happy ending, so no happy ending ;) and no part 2 will be coming

Never proofread and written half of it high. Ending is rushed

Eddie Munson had his life together. He is the rockstar he always dreamed to be. His band is famous and always on the road. He settled down and got married. Everything was going smoothly and perfectly. Until he met Y/N. She turned his world upside down.

She was one of the greatest female directors in the music industry. She's worked with Eddie's idols and the biggest bands in the world. Always creating art based on lyrics and melodies. Her mind was creative and wild. Eddie was amazed by her even before he knew her personally.

And now he knew her personally

~~

The second Eddie met her, he felt his body set on fire. His eyes couldn't leave her. The way she smiled, gushed over their band, shook their hands but went for a hug with Eddie. The way she nervously admitted Eddie was her favorite. And Eddie felt his heart explode hearing that leave her lips.

"she's into you" Gareth laughed when she walked away. A push to his shoulder as the band walked on to the set.

"I'm a married man, Gareth. Not gonna happen" Eddie laughed

~~

Eddie didn't listen to his own words.

The band was on set for just over two weeks when Eddie found himself growing closer to Y/N. He found himself always standing as close as he could, inhaling her perfume. Constantly asking about her ideas for each scene because he loved her attention on him. He burned with jealousy when her assistant constantly flirted with her. He shouldn't be jealous, he was married to someone completely different. He had all his priorities screwed up.

~~

The downfall was when all of Eddie's guitar solo shots got scrapped. Some footage didn't save and everything he performed that day was completely lost. Y/N panicked because she was on a deadline and the unsaved footage was going to push her further back. Eddie offered to stay after hours and rerecord all of it. He knew it was a bad idea but he said it was just for his job.

Except it wasn't. It was him and her completely alone on a set. A set that was designed as a bedroom. Eddie sat on the bed alone as he performed his solo. She was doing all the camera work herself, zooming closer and directing his body.

He remembers how she left the camera to walk over to him. Trying to position him the best way, but her foot got caught on a wire and she tripped. Knocking straight into Eddie, crashing them both down on the bed. Eddie out of instinct grabbed her hips. Eyes practically rolling in the back of his head when she let out a tiny moan. She tried to cover it with a cough. A thousand apologies ran off her tongue as she tried to sit up, but his grip never dropped. He squeezed her hips harder as he tried to control his breathing. He was married, he needed to get her off and ignore how hard his dick was growing.

"shit sorry" he said, letting go of her hips. She quickly stood up, smoothing out her clothes

"no that was on me" she laughed, moving the cord out of her way so she wouldn't fall again. Trying to ignore how cold her hips felt now that his hands were gone.

They worked for another hour, trying to ignore the sexual tension. She knew he was married, she's been following his band for years. She couldn't be that other girl. But the way his brown eyes kept looking over her body was messing with her head.

They called for a break, both needing a second to put their mind at rest.

It was so stupid, both knew it but didn't care. Eddie laid on the bed, patting the spot next to him with a small laugh. Her body was tired and exhausted so she accepted.

It could have been seconds, minutes or hours, neither knew when they kissed but they didn't stop. Once he felt her tongue in his mouth he was grabbing her hips and placing her on his lap. Sitting up to cradle her jaw as he twirled his tongue with hers. His jeans got tight as she panted, her panties grew wet as he grunted.

It was a small mistake

But once he started pounding into her as she gripped the sheets below him

They both knew it was a huge mistake.

Eddie went home to his wife that night, he felt wrong for not feeling guilty. He had another woman's cunt soaking him, but he didn't care. He could still feel Y/N lips on his skin and her cum on his tongue and he didn't feel guilty.

~~

By the fourth week the shoot was finished. And the two were still fucking any chance they could. She hated herself for doing it but he was so addicting. The way he'd slide his hand around her waist when he'd grab a snack from the table she stood at. Or the way he pinched her ass when he hugged her goodbye. The way he'd smirk in between shots when he laid on the same bed they fucked on.

But the shoot was done, and she figured that was it. Their little affair was over and she could ignore the guilt.

Then Eddie asked for her number.

~~

The video has been posted and blew up. Fans love the video style. Winning awards after awards. Now she was constantly at award shows, standing with the boys when they won an award from their music video.

Crying on the inside when she met Eddie's wife for the first time. Seeing them kiss and cuddle at their table. A painful reminder she was simply the mistress. How did she allow herself to be that girl?

She vowed to be done that night. Fixing her makeup in the bathroom, ready to walk out when the devil himself slipped inside. Locking the door and crashing his lips on hers. She hated that she kissed back in seconds. The same lips that were kissing his wife's lips all night.

She let the jealousy win, yanking back with a dark look.

"what?" He asked breathlessly, confused at a different look in her eyes.

"she waiting out there?" She snapped

"talking with management" Eddie answered, going to kiss her again when she pushed his chest.

He eyed her confused, then she smirked. Almost like a brilliant idea popped in her head. He didn't have a chance to ask before she shoved him down to his knees, leaning herself against the sink as she lifted up her dress. Throwing a leg over his shoulder, perfect nails diving in his curls and shoving his head straight between her legs.

"yes fuck" she moaned instantly, Eddie already devouring her cunt.

If he was going home with his wife and kissing her goodnight, he's gonna have to kiss his wife with her cum on his tongue.

~~

Eddie had been cheating on his wife for three months at this point. Still never once feeling guilty. No shame in driving to Y/N's house whenever he craved her. Already hooking her legs around him the second he walked through the door.

He covered her in marks, selfishly making sure she didn't stand a chance at finding someone else.

In those three months he has felt things he's never felt with his wife. He actually feels a connection with Y/N. There's more than just sexual tension. He feels happy with her and he hates how he misses her when he lays next to his wife. His wife's touch didn't give him butterflies, or heat up his skin. His wife doesn't make his heart race, not the way Y/N does.

One night, Eddie decided he was ready to pick Y/N for the rest of his life.

~~

But Y/N was planning her goodbye. She couldn't keep sleeping with a married man.

No matter how much she's been slowly falling in love with him, they couldn't be together.

~~

Eddie hated that he knew what was coming when she showed up at the coffee shop. She didn't have her usual smile, the look in her eyes was gone, and she looked drained.

"what's going on?" Eddie asked nervously. His texts and calls were being ignored. He hadn't seen her in weeks.

"we need to end this. It's done" she said emotionlessly.

"wait what? No! I love you. Don't do this" Eddie panicked. He couldn't lose her when he was this close. He already got the divorced papers, he's ready to be just hers.

"you are married Eddie! We are so wrong. We had our fun and that was it. We were never meant to be in a relationship. It was just fucking. Go back to your wife Eddie." She spat out, standing up and leaving the shop.

"HEY WAIT!" he screamed. Turning around.

Allowing herself to cry once she made it out the door. No idea the man she left already left his life behind for her.

She missed the way he cried into his hands.

She was out the door before he could even chase her.

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[lamemaster]

All of My Names

Pairing: Maglor x Reader

Genre: Soulmate au-ish

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Love does not require conquering the heart, mind, body, or soul. It need not the bonds of marriage or profound confessions for it to foster. In your case, it bloomed even without the name of the one who became everything to you.

AN: I want to write something similar for Finrod too but different feel. I just looove the idea of lovers yearning for that true true love.

“She hasn’t touched any instrument for years, what makes you think she would be welcomed in The Aetherius Conservatory of Harmonic Mastery? Only the greatest and the most superior ever have made it there. Not just any rock icon. It is a place that hosts the talented but also hardworking.” 

“You know she has made a name for herself. A star that prestigious organizations such as yours denied for so long but look now. She stands higher than any of your students. Even now you refuse to accept her. Then this is not about prestige, tradition, or her shortcoming but your own ego that prevents her entrance.” Danielle fumed as she angrily pulled off her formal blazer. There was little reason to respect these stuck-ups.

“y/n spent years writing and singing not for this recognition but for her own sake. I should have known better that this academy would rather raise twats that all walk the same path,” Danielle hastily picked up her belongings ignoring the atrocious huffing and puffing old coots on the other end of the table. 

“One day, y/n will be greater than all of you and that day you will be the ones begging.”

“Ms. Randall, we promise we will beg meticulously once your dearest y/n learns the difference between a singer and a musician.” the director added with a smug smile on his wrinkled face. It is the last thing Danielle sees before she slams the door on the director's face.

“How could they do this? You have every right to study there. You have fame, money, and all the connections.”

You gently hold your fuming friend and manager’s hand in yours, “It’s alright Danielle. We are doing great even without the academy’s recognition,” your attempts to calm down your friend fail miserably.

 You have been part of the music industry for a decade now. What started as a roadside singing to raise money for your household somehow blew up into a worldwide career. Thousands of fans, multiple hits, and innumerable wealth but nothing could prompt you to touch an instrument. 

It was too painful. The very act of even thinking of strumming the strings of a guitar left you grappling with an open chasm of pain in your chest. It was longing too strong that even an inkling of its fulfillment might lead you crazy. 

Your songs had always been of longing and of love that you never experience but knew of so well. It was as if a past unknown to you lingered in the blindspots of your life. A mystery that causes every instrument to make you yearn for someone deeply. Someone whose name you cannot remember.

As the scenes of your window changed rapidly and as the wheels of your car spun, you found yourself scribbling in your notebook. A confounding unease plaguing your heart laid down on the blank sheet of paper.

Immersed in the depths of love, night and day,

But your name, I can't seem to convey,

The name that you do not know or remember but someday…if the stars align you will know him. He who seems to come alive the subtle brine in the air and the crashing waves of the sea.

Oh my love, oh my love,

Lost in the embrace of love's sway,

But your name, I can't find a way,

Oh my love, oh my love.

What would his name sound like? Would it ring loud like the reverberate of echoing drums or would it sting like the unrelenting strings of a lyre? 

Oh, I'm captivated by love's sweet spell,

Yet unable to express it, can't you tell?

In this longing heart, your presence I claim,

Lost in the realms of love's eternal flame.

You always felt it. A tug that threatened to push you over the edge of the world. The world that curved at its edges seemed to be a tightrope to you. You walk precariously as the forceful pull of something out of this world seems to follow you. Making every moment of living a restless dream.

Dreamed of the day we would finally meet,

To share my heart's secrets, so sweet,

To surrender my life, completely yours,

Whether you embrace it or close the doors

Whoever, it is that your soul longs for you love him. He who makes up the meaning behind every word written by you. He who seems to plague your dreams and reality. You have never heard his voice or looked into the depth of his soul. The only piece of his soul that you get to hold on to is a fleeting image of nimble hands plucking the strings of a lyre.

I've become enchanted, lost my mind,

Now my fate's intertwined,

No matter how the story unfolds,

Your name is forever within my soul.

At the mere revelation of those hands, you spent years scourging for musical stores, musicians, harpists looking for him. Any sign of the hand with a blackened palm. A hand that plays despite the pain of a lingering would or bloodied fingers. Years that have led to nothing. A void that leaves you weary of the instruments that he seems to love.

Oh, I'm captivated by love's sweet spell,

Yet unable to express it, can't you tell?

In this longing heart, your presence I claim,

Lost in the realms of love's eternal flame,

Oh my lo-

“Is it him again?” Danielle leans in looking at your sheet of scratched-out words. “The one whose name remains a mystery. The reason behind your rejection today.” 

“How did he play a part in this?” You vehemently defend the person you do not know. “It is my inability nothing of this is his doing,” your heart beats at the thought of the mystery man getting any blame for your own shortcomings.

4 years ago~

Away from the winding roads and loud of the city you find yourself on the solemn beach unvisited by any during the cold months of winter. 

You wanted out from the cameras, fans, and fame that followed you everywhere. It was too much and you have left too little of yourself.  

It had been years since you first sang in front of a busy cafe or by the busy intersections, years since the eyes of industry turned to you, years since you grappled with the fame you never asked for and now you are tired. Maybe once you were happy but now a restless melancholy fills your heart.

The world seems to be bursting on its seems. It is then that you see it. A faint glimmer hidden in the depths of the sand. Your footsteps lead you to the barely visible lump in the sand that seems to tug you towards it. It's as if the festering restlessness in your chest is hooked to it.

Unraveling sand your hands pause a intricately carved lyre stares back at you and your heart stirs. “It’s you,” your breath comes heavy with the relief that fills you at its very sight. It was as if the world fell back into its place.

You reach down and carefully pluck the mysterious artifact from its sandy resting place. It was a lyre, weathered and worn as if it endured the passage of time and the relentless embrace of the sea. Its wooden frame bore marks of age, telling tales of a forgotten past.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to be carried away by the enchantment of the moment. And in that darkness, a vivid vision unfolded before you. You saw a pair of slender, bloodied fingers, their nimble movements plucking the strings of the lyre with effortless grace. The melody that emanated from the instrument was hauntingly beautiful, filled with longing and a touch of melancholy.

You could almost feel the emotions pouring forth from the ethereal music, touching your soul in ways you couldn't comprehend. The vision offered glimpses of a story, of someone who had played this very lyre with fervent passion and unwavering dedication. The fingers were worn, evidence of countless hours spent pouring heart and soul into the strings.

In that fleeting moment, you felt a connection, as if the music reached out to you across time and space. It was as if those slender fingers were reaching for yours, whispering a tale of lost melodies and unspoken yearning.

As the vision faded and reality washed over you once more, you opened your eyes, the lyre cradled gently in your hands. The weight of its history and the mystery it held felt both exhilarating and overwhelming. A mix of curiosity and trepidation coursed through your veins.

What stories did this lyre carry? Whose fingers had plucked its strings with such skill and fervor? Questions swirled in your mind, urging you to uncover the truth, to embark on a journey that would unravel the secrets hidden within the timeworn instrument.

As you walked away from the beach, the lyre cradled in your arms, you knew that this encounter was no mere coincidence. It was the beginning of a profound journey, one that would bridge the gap between time and hearts, and perhaps, ultimately, lead to a reunion with the one whose music had stirred your very soul.

Love does not require conquering the heart, mind, body, or soul. It needs not the bonds of marriage or profound confessions to foster. In your case, it bloomed even without the name of the one who became everything to you.

Just a glimpse potent enough to uproot your life. A pain so profound that leaves you sobbing in the wee hours of the night. 

You find yourself standing in front of the mirror, tears streaming down your face. The image of those bloodied fingers, strumming the lyre, lingers in your mind. The ache in your heart intensifies as you long to know the story behind those hands, to understand the pain they endured and the melodies they created.

But deep down, you know that the lyre holds more than just a mystery to be unraveled. It holds a connection—a bond that transcends time and space. It is a bond that resonates with your own longing, your own unspoken desires.

Days pass, and the lyre becomes a constant presence in your life. It sits in the corner of your room, its strings untouched, yet its presence fills the space with an unspoken yearning. You find yourself drawn to it, spending hours simply gazing at its intricate carvings and imagining the music it once produced.

But fear holds you back. Fear of unlocking a power that you may not be ready to face. Fear of delving into a world where reality and dreams intertwine. The weight of responsibility rests upon your shoulders, and the thought of playing the lyre feels like opening a floodgate of emotions you may not be able to control.

Yet, even in your hesitations, your love for the lyre grows. It becomes a symbol of something more—a symbol of a love that transcends time and space. It represents the possibility of finding the missing piece of your soul, the one whose music has haunted your dreams.

Late at night, as you sit by the window, the moonlight casting a gentle glow upon the lyre, you find yourself talking to it, pouring out your heart in whispered words. You speak of your longing, your hopes, and your fears. The lyre becomes your confidant, a silent witness to the depths of your soul.

"You hold the key to my heart," you whisper, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "But I'm not yet ready to unlock the secrets you hold. I fear the intensity of what lies within, and I fear losing myself in the melodies that may awaken."

The lyre remains silent, yet you can almost feel its understanding. It is as if it knows the weight of your emotions, the depth of your love, and the significance of your connection.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months. The lyre remains a cherished companion, a silent reminder of the mysteries that lie dormant. You continue to resist the urge to play it, knowing that the time will come when you are ready to embrace the melodies that lie within.

For now, you find solace in the presence of the lyre, in the knowledge that the one whose fingers once graced its strings is out there, waiting to be found.

As the years pass and time etches its marks upon your face, you find yourself sitting in a quiet room, the lyre resting in your hands.

With a gentle touch, you run your fingers along the worn wood, feeling the memories embedded within its grains. The weight of a lifetime's worth of longing and unspoken words hangs heavy in the air. You bring the lyre close to your chest, cradling it like a precious relic.

"I hope to meet you in another lifetime," you whisper, your voice trembling with the weight of unfulfilled dreams. "If not in this lifetime, then in the next. And if not that, then in the countless lives that follow. I will wait, for as long as it takes, for our souls to find each other once again."

A bittersweet smile plays on your lips as you think of the countless possibilities that lie ahead. In your heart, you know that the connection forged with the lyre and the mysterious musician it represents is not bound by the constraints of a single lifetime. It is a bond that transcends time and space, reaching beyond the boundaries of human understanding.

"I will be here, in whatever form you find me," you murmur, your voice carrying a steadfast determination. "Whether as a melody in the wind, a whisper in the night, or a soul intertwined with yours. I will wait, for our destinies to align once more."

With a final caress, you place the lyre back in its rightful place, a silent reminder of the love that knows no bounds. As you rise from your seat, a sense of peace washes over you. The longing that once consumed your every thought has transformed into a patient hope, a quiet assurance that your paths will cross again.

And so, you carry the memory of the lyre and the unseen musician with you, weaving their presence into the tapestry of your existence. You continue to live your life, cherishing each moment, knowing that somewhere, in a realm beyond your reach, your soulmate awaits.

And as you walk into the twilight of your life, you hold onto the belief that one day, in another time and place, you will finally meet the one who has captured your heart across lifetimes.

In the realm of whispers and secrets, rumors spread like wildfire, and the tale of the crazed singer who died alone in a room next to a sole lyre took hold in hushed conversations and dark corners.

Whispers carried on the wind, painting a picture of a tormented soul who had dedicated their life to the pursuit of an elusive love. They spoke of a singer whose voice echoed with raw emotion, captivating audiences around the world, yet haunted by an unrequited longing that consumed them from within.

The story spoke of a secluded room, its walls adorned with memories frozen in time. Within that room, the singer was said to have spent their final days, surrounded by relics of a past they couldn't let go of. And at the center of it all, resting against a faded tapestry, lay the sole lyre, its weathered strings bearing witness to the melodies that had once danced upon them.

Some claimed the singer had become lost in their own labyrinth of love, descending into madness as they relentlessly searched for the one who had ignited their soul. They spoke of sleepless nights spent in the company of the lyre, fingers hovering over the strings, yet never daring to play a single note. It was as if the musician's heartache had become so profound that they feared unleashing its power upon the world.

As the rumors spread, the tale took on a mythical quality, intertwining the singer's story with that of the mysterious musician who had once breathed life into the lyre. Whispers of a soulmate lost across time reverberated through the corridors of imagination, leaving a trail of wonder and sorrow in their wake.

But amidst the rumors, one thing remained certain—the singer had found solace in their connection to the lyre. In that quiet room, their heart had beat in harmony with the instrument, pouring out their yearnings and desires, even if they were destined to remain unheard by mortal ears.

The story of the crazed singer and the sole lyre became a cautionary tale of unrequited love and the all-encompassing power of passion. It served as a reminder that even in the pursuit of something as elusive as love, one must tread carefully, lest they lose themselves entirely.

Maglor awoke in the hallowed halls of Mandos, his spirit reassembled, with fragments of his soul intact. It was as if the very force of life had stitched him back together, remade from the ashes by you, who loved just a figment of him. He could feel your presence, the one who had captured his essence in your words and breathed life into his existence once more.

But as he gazed upon the fading memories of the mortal world, a profound sense of peace washed over him. He realized that even though your paths had not yet converged, the love that bound you was timeless and enduring. It was a love that transcended physical barriers and spanned across realms.

With every step he took, Maglor whispered words of hope and longing, sending his love out into the world and trusting that it would find its way to your heart. He embraced the knowledge that love, like a gentle breeze, would one day bring you together, merging your souls into a symphony of eternal harmony.

And so, Maglor strove forward, not with a sense of desperation or yearning, but with a deep sense of peace and anticipation. He carried within him the belief that your presence would grace his life again, in this realm or the next, as the currents of fate gently guided your paths toward a joyous reunion.

In the tranquil halls of Mandos, Maglor's words resonated with a newfound hopefulness, his voice carrying the melody of a love that defied all boundaries. And as he walked the paths of destiny, he knew deep in his heart that your love story was far from over.

He whispered your name, a gentle invocation of love and longing, sending his wishes out into the universe. For Maglor knew that as long as your souls remained connected, your love would endure, transcending time and space, until the moment when your destinies would align and you would finally find each other.

"Maglor, Makalaure, Kanafinwë," Maglor whispered his names, each syllable carrying a weight of significance. With every repetition, he made a promise to himself and to the universe that one day, he would reveal all of his names to you. One day, when the threads of fate wove together and brought you back into his arms.

Maglor yearned to open his heart to you, to lay bare the depths of his being, and to intertwine his destiny with yours in a timeless bond. He vowed to preserve his identity, to keep the flame of his essence alive, so that when the moment arrived, he could offer you the entirety of his existence. He understood that true love required patience and the willingness to wait for the perfect alignment of stars and souls.

With a serene smile upon his face, Maglor surrendered to the passage of time, knowing that it would bring you closer with every tick of the cosmic clock. He held onto the hope that one day, in the tapestry of eternity, you would stand before him, and he would share his names, his stories, and his love with you.

And so, he whispered your name into the ethereal winds, his voice carrying the promise of a future filled with the union of two souls destined to be together. Maglor cherished the knowledge that the day would come when he could look into your eyes and say, "I am Maglor, Makalaure, Kanafinwë. These are my names, and they belong to you."

He held onto the belief that one day, the universe would conspire to bring you into his life, where he would reveal all of his names, along with the boundless love he carried within his heart.

[extraordinaryhistories]

#28 - 'Jamila' (non-album track, 1998)

If you love someone, write a song about them. It’s real easy! Pick up a guitar, buy a tape recorder, learn three chords, scrape your fingers over the strings a few times, and sing about how you feel. It matters not whether you have the voice of Pavarotti or of Florence Foster Jenkins – all that matters is the intent. People are mortal, but art will endure long after we pass on; to record and release a song for someone is to let them experience a sliver of eternity. And if you happen to be Sufjan Stevens, twenty-something Australians from the opposite side of the globe will analyse it decades later.

‘Jamila’ is not the first song that Sufjan wrote about a named individual, and it will certainly not be the last. It is, however, a rare unearthed document of a period in Sufjan’s career where writing about named individuals was just about all he did. ‘Jamila’ was recorded around 1998, which was a transformative year for Sufjan: the final stretch of his time at Hope College coincided with a torrent of musical productivity. To channel that productivity into tangible, skill-based gains, he decided to restrict himself for weeks at a time to writing songs concerning very specific themes. Sufjan has left the overwhelming majority of his work from this era unreleased – understandably so, given how limited his means of recording were back in the four-track days – and as such we are only privy to two of these themes. One was serial killers. The other was, less helpfully, names. Names of family, names of friends, names of strangers who, in an alternate universe, might have been either.

Strike one for the ‘family’ subcategory. The name ‘Jamila’ is an anglicised rendering of Djamilah, one of Sufjan’s sisters. Even ignoring interviews and Tumblr posts, there is plenty of evidence to demonstrate the life-long closeness of the Stevens siblings; observe songs like ‘Sister’ and ‘Djohariah’, or hear their voices wheedle their way through your speakers on ‘Godzukie’. These songs – their tenderness, affections and candour – reveal everything about this difficult family dynamic that Stevens’ biography could, or more. In the face of endless transience and a mother (their mother) who would be in, and out, and in, and out, and in, and out of their lives, it is no wonder that they share between them a bond worthy of encasing in song. Sufjan loves, and loves loving, his sisters. Can you really blame him?

‘Jamila’, unearthed and released by Sufjan in 2013 for his sister’s birthday, is a very simple song. It is short – clocking in at a hair over two minutes – and betrays its shoddy four-track recording in nearly every second; once you notice those astringent slides up and down the strings every time Sufjan changes chords you will never be able to un-notice them. The melody is sunny and endlessly cheerful, its highlights coming in the moments where Sufjan deviates from the main phrase (especially that jazzy little run at 1:45, a carnally satisfying moment). The vocal inflections are hugely indebted to Sufjan’s influences, notably Elliott Smith, in their mixture of nasally highs and obscured whispers. And to underscore all of this, the recording begins with an extended false start that feels less like a deliberate ‘Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream’-esque artistic choice and more like a genuine inability to hit that first chord change on Sufjan’s one-and-only take of the song.

The thing about a song like this is that you would not have it any other way. ‘Jamila’ thrives in its clear-eyed earnestness. It is one of Sufjan’s most honest pieces of music, back in the days when his biggest artistic concerns were remembering chord shapes and figuring out whether ‘sister’ could rhyme with ‘missed her’. The total lack of pretention on display here lends itself so well to a simple, celebratory outpouring of familial love, a folk singer’s ode to one of his life’s greatest joys. Even the violent way that Sufjan rips those chords out of his guitar feels ripe with genuine enthusiasm. Messy, but about the truest possible representation of a young man’s love. Look here, Djamilah, see what I can do!

Neither do the lyrics hide much in the way of subtext. These are adorable couplets that capture real feelings. A couple lines are clouded by odd rhymes (‘Eleven, like heaven’ is a lyric that remains more or less indecipherable), but there is no need to interpret ‘My sister, I missed her / She's always a good friend of mine’ or ‘Write her a letter, a letter / To tell her that I am just fine’. Real affection, delivered sincerely. The song’s cutest moment, though, is ‘My sister, my sister / She'll keep me from liquor and crime’ – both because the notion of sibling-as-moral anchor is beautiful and pretty much the platonic ideal of sisterhood, but also because of the implication that ‘liquor and crime’ are the absolute worst evils that Sufjan can imagine. Absolutely not beating the ‘flower child’ allegations there.

By the time Sufjan finally released ‘Jamila’ – post-Age of Adz, pre-Carrie and Lowell – his art had long since matured. Heartbreak, sex, illness and death had now crept their way into his songs, and his images and turns of phrase had become fractally nuanced. He had become a better writer. But I don’t think he could have put together a song like ‘Jamila’ in 2013 – not with that same sort of innocent love spilling out of every lyric. Growing up necessitates certain corners of the self fading away, and as such, I’m glad Sufjan thought to immortalise Djamilah in song at the moment he did. Youth isn’t always wasted on the young, you know.

[gahtheone]

My Top 5 emo bands!

Against all odds, emo is still a thing, in a kind of nostalgic way, but a thing nonetheless! Let's get a thing straight first: emo is not the same as pop punk. While bands like All Time Low and Yellowcard fall into the spectrum, others like Blink-182 do not (unless we count their 2003 self-titled album, especially Here's Your Letter which even has traces of post hardcore in it). Anyway, I was bored and decided to have my very own Buzzfeed Meets Watchmojo moment. No hate, please and thank you (also, I'm tagging the phandom because I really want to know their opinion).

Here goes nothing:

5. My Chemical Romance

I'm respecting their dislike of the emo label by placing them at the bottom, but asserting my authority as their fan by putting them on the list anyway. Besides, there's a difference between emo as a genre and emo as a subculture. Bullets and Three Cheers? They fall into the genre. I won't say anything about the looks, though, they speak for themselves. Their evolution from post hardcore to pop punk to their own style in later albums has made them icons, not to mention their masterpiece The Black Parade (2006). If I had to pick one song, I'd pick Demolition Lovers.

4. Thursday

Criminally underrated. Blending perfect melodic verses, screamo and powerful riffs, they've made a name for themselves in the post hardcore scene. Their sense of rhythm is something that has set them apart from others, as well as them not shying away from controversial topics (like M. Shepard being my very own LGBTQ+ anthem, representing their disgust at the awful crime that inspired the song). Also, as trivia, vocalist Geoff Rickly produced MCR's first album and even provided backing vocals on This Is The Best Day Ever! (Gerard Way would do the same on Jet Black New Year the same year). Anyway, melodic verses, screamo and riffs, here's my favourite song: Concealer!

3. Sunny Day Real Estate

They simply belong on this list, that's how big their influence on emo has been. Pioneers of the genre, their music, particularly their debut Diary (1994), inspired many bands that followed, becoming an example of how the emo genre should sound and feel: tough, yet sensitive. (Also, see some familiar faces? Hint: after their first break-up, they went to be a part of the Foo Fighters first lineup!). The drums and bass (hint, hint!) on each song went steady but firm, while the guitars were in charge of the melody, and the result was something that took you to Heaven, all the way down to Hell and back to Earth. Take for example one of their best known songs: In Circles.

2. Texas Is The Reason

Few bands can say they made it after just one album and an EP, and that's exactly what this band did. Guitarist Norman Brannon felt that way after the last show of their tour saw the crowd singing their songs, something big for a foreign underground band like they were during the 90s. Their sound was even more expanding, including indie rock into it, creating something unique and lasting, like their only album's opener Johnny On The Spot.

1. Jimmy Eat World

Yes, everybody has heard The Middle and Pain, but this band is so much more than those singles, and I will die on that hill. An example of resilience and musicianship, they had an evolution from the skate punk (their ignored debut album) that was fashionable at the time, to post hardcore (the amazing Static Prevails) to a rock sound that can only be defined as true emo. Fittingly, they have released what is, in my opinion, the greatest emo album of all time: Clarity (1999), unfairly overlooked by its contemporary critics, and now getting justice by gathering a cult following. Don't believe me? I give you Just Watch The Fireworks.

[a7xbrazilianfans]

On its new year-end edition, Metal Hammer spoke to guitarist Synyster Gates about Avenged Sevenfold's eighth album, "Life Is But A Dream…" that combined hip hop, classic rock, EDM, thrash metal, classic soul and more, with some hailing it as a masterwork and others condemning it as career suicide.

It’s been six months since the release of Life is But a Dream… How do you feel about it now?

Synyster Gates: “I’m beyond proud of it. I don’t listen to it as much as I did, but I still listen to it a lot. I’m excited to get into some other songs to take on the road. It’s still fresh, we haven’t toured that much, we still have a few months off before we announce something…”

Did you have any fear before releasing the album?

Synyster Gates: “I say this knowing it’s not everybody’s cup of tea: you have to write what inspires you. I’m a big Beatles fan and a big Pantera fan. You want to touch people with eclectic taste in music. I have very eclectic tastes, and so I knew that if it touched me, it would touch other people. I knew we were on to something special. You know, The White Album by The Beatles is my favourite-ever album, and we tried to take our album to the next level… for us! I’m not saying this is comparable to The Beatles! Ha ha! We just wrote our greatest collection of songs.”

With an album like this, it’s probably too early to know how it’s going to be thought of in the long run, right?

Synyster Gates: “I think with an album like this, time is on its side. I’ve been using this analogy: both of my parents’ favourite band is The Beatles. My mom hates everything post-sgt. Pepper’s, my dad couldn’t care less about the early stuff. They both still respect the fuck out of it, but it’s not for them. So, for my mom, Sgt. Pepper’s was the death of The Beatles, and I think for a lot of people this is the death of Avenged Sevenfold. But for a lot of other people, it’s a birth. The birth of a different band.”

Have there been any comments you felt were way off the mark?

Synyster Gates: “Funnily enough, I thought it could go either way. We’ve actually had really amazing support from the press, so I don’t want to make people think that we feel like we aren’t supported by the press at all. I actually feel it’s good that it just hasn’t been ignored. Even the bad reviews, people have talked about it. People are still interested in us, so that’s all I could ask for, really. The negative comments, I feel they’re the minority. I think people have been really thoughtful in considering this album.”

Has anyone else from other bands reached out to you about the album?

Synyster Gates: “I can’t name-drop, unfortunately, I’m not that guy to use their names, but, yes, overwhelmingly so. The amount of positive criticisms or even the ‘What the fuck?’… that’s my favourite, people calling me up and going, ‘What the fuck did you do? What were you listening to? Where did this come from?’ I love that. We’ve definitely had more of that here than from any other record.” You’ve been touring the States.

How challenging has it been to integrate the new material?

Synyster Gates: “Well, there’s a lot of programming, because the new album is essentially a hip hop album in regard to the tracks and different things. The guitars have to change on a dime. It took six months to program the show, it took six months to create the visuals. We just have to get our setlist in order and see whatever bells and whistles we can add.”

Was it hard to choose the setlist, knowing what to take out and add in, and make it flow cohesively?

Synyster Gates: “Actually, no. We were all on the same page. We wanted to do a lot of new material, we don’t want to be a novelty, legacy act. We see the vision. If the album had flopped and fans had completely hated it then we wouldn’t have buttfucked them. But we can see the passion and I feel like we’re on the same page.”

Which young bands remind you of Avenged?

Synyster Gates: “Kim Dracula, they’re fearless. Their ability to just be themselves and their confidence, it’s mind-blowing. I’m sure you’re going to see a really unique career there. A personal favourite of mine is 100 gecs – Jesus, they’ve just turned music upside down. I was toast after this record – no more new music, maybe I could think about a new song in five years. Then their album came out just before we released our record and I was like, ‘Hey Matt, wanna go write some crazy shit?’ They completely re-energised me. We’re not planning anything new, but it gets you excited.”

[sendmyresignation]

what do you consider to be the best metal albums of all time? or your favs!

this ask has terrorized me all morning. thank you, and i mean this from the bottom of my heart, for sending it to me so i can talk about metal.

I am going to separate this into best, as in the classics i think hold up the best/are the most complete, and then my favorites (obv there is overlap but i'll ignore it).

Top 5 "Best" Metal Albums- the records you find on retrospectives and blog lists:

Black Sabbath- Black Sabbath. Not only a historic achievement of an album (the definitive point in which metal, for sure, existed) but also, i truly belive the best Sabbath record. The opening track itself is good enough everything else could be joke covers of the beach boys and I'd still put it here (they're also very good though. GOD. the wizard slaps)

Master of Puppets- Metallica. I know. I know. It's just solid all the way through, not a bad track, incredible opener and fantastic instrumental, everyone's said it all.

South of Heaven- Slayer. Again, undeniable. The Slayer record with the most literal heft and, well the closest thing to maturity the asshats of Slayer can achieve. The speed and ferocity of Reigh In Blood is still very good but over in a blink of an eye, while Heaven gives you more to be pummeled by. different kinds of anger.

Don't Break the Oath- Mercyful Fate. One of those true, blue perfect records, while also being beautifully cheesy. Like if a campy 80s movie about naked sacrifices to Satan was... really good with gorgeous cinematography. edges out Melissa by the narrowest margins (production is more suited for their style, giving the guitars an edge and putting the vocals front and center)

Live After Death- Iron Maiden. I love Maiden so much but their albums always have one or two duds. even if they didn't, though, live after death would probably smoke them anyway- it's that good. getting to hear phantom of the opera in dickenson's voice... i like di'anno but that song deserved Theatre

I love all of these records, many of them are what got me into metal so if you are looking for a high-qualiy place to start...

But I'll put my favorites under a read more lmao

These I would consider my top ten favorite albums at this given moment:

Stained Class- Judas Priest (the best priest. to me. i got my pentagram stomach tat on her 45th anniversary <3)

Thundersteel- Riot (rock city might edge this one out but that records barely metal at all. THIS is the pinnacle if power metal- in the old school uspm speedy way. incredible vocals, ripping speed, and its good from start to end)

Rock Goddess- Rock Goddess (something about this record....standard nwobhm fair but there's a surprising variety in the songs emotional center- it's all love and sex but it encapsulates a lot more humanity than most- different kinds of passion, heartbreak, desperation. and it ROCKS)

Operation: Mindcrime- Queensryche (greatest of all time. thee concept album. nothing else to say)

Black Metal- Venom (venom, if you catch me on the right day, is probably my favorite band. i love first wave black metal- it sounds like shit, it's lost all the edge in the intervening years, and yet. and fucking yet. they threw together something special.)

Behind the Realms of Madness- Sacrilege (crusty thrashy goodness. i love everything sacrilege has done, including their doomier late career, but the energy on this is wild. beat out detente on this list so if you like them, youll like sacrilege)

Feel the Fire- Overkill (overkill, by the band overkill, is the best thrash song of all time. well. maybe not but it's fucking undeniable. this overkill has the best energy of any of their albums, even if the others are more well-known)

Darkness Decends- Dark Angel (metal that sounds like shit eats punk that sounds like shit for breakfast)

The Blueprints for Madness- Deceased... (one of my favorite old school death metal records, mostly for the strange grind touches. it could be shorter but damn.)

All Creatures Great and Eaten- Nuclear Death (stands toe-to-toe with mindcrime at the top of my list. strange and depraved in the best possible way. lori bravo is the best to ever do it)

Dommedagsnatt- Thorr's Hammer (im just so enamored with this one- def the record here I've spent the most time on. death/doom done so right)

Sagrada Tierra Del Jaguar- Yaotl Mictlan (the black metal/folk thing usually sucks bc the people making it are white pagan nazis and shit. but, globally, there's been some very cool indigenous bands who have incorporated precolonial music traditions in their black metal as a result. yaotl mictlan, a band with prehispanic themes and instrumentation, is prob my favorite of these bands, easily.)

Glory, Glory! Apathy Took Helm!- Vile Creature (idk why this made me cry but any doom/sludge capable of that deserves a spot on my favorites)

Some new bands that could grow onto this list: Smoulder, Messa, Blood Star, SONJA, Negative Plane, Dilly Dally (rip to the queens), and Melissa!

Anyway! Hopefully this ask gives you, anon, (or anyone for that matter) something new to enjoy :))

[anyways-wonderwall]

Album of the Week #74

Canned Wheat

(1969)

by The Guess Who

Overall Rating: 8.5/10

TL;DR: Who knew a voice that incredible belonged to someone named Burton from Manitoba. 

(Look I get you're from Manitoba but this cover is a little too silly. also why the sticker about the single? 5/10)

Overall Thoughts

We’re staying in 1969 for this week, with an album that initially felt a lot like last week’s Flying Burrito Brothers album, but quickly veered off into something with more personality and intrigue. Well, for some of the tracks. 

One of the things I’m most critical about in music is a white man’s voice. That may be a little bit stupid given most of the music I listen to is (unfortunately) sung by white men, but we all know they are given way to many chances to be genuinely awful singers. Lou Reed is well respected, and Rolling Stone had the audacity to put John Lennon as the 12th greatest singer of all time and Bob Dylan at 15. Clearly if you’re a white guy who can write a decent song singing ability is optional, which means I will immediately point out if some guy has an obnoxious voice. That makes it all the more remarkable that I was just taken aback by how amazing Burton Cummings voice is. 

The Guess Who was originally marketed as blue-eyed soul, something that breeds melodramatic vocals, but Cummings doesn’t fall for that here. He’s always on pitch (even live), never self-indulgent, smooth, with just enough feeling to make you falter. The instrumentals on these songs were good, but often nothing remarkable. You have talented people on every part, every once in a while a bassline that’s interesting enough that I’ll start nodding along, but it was really the vocals that kept me listening, not something I expected from a 70s rock group. 

Well so what is interesting on this album? Not “No Time,” which was later put on American Woman as a single and became one of their most famous songs, despite sounding like a B-side off of the Flying Burrito Brothers album. “Laughing” and “Undun” ended up forming the single record for this album and are the ones that are actually worth listening to. The first leans blue-eyed soul and was marketed as a follow-up to “These Eyes,” and is wonderfully crafted if you ignore the 30 second fade out. “Undun” is the real star of the show and the reason I wanted to listen to more of The Guess Who. I just adore how consistently driving it is, with guitars that feel latin in a way I can’t quite put my finger on, a voice that gives me goosebumps, and MULTIPLE FLUTE SOLOS!!! That’s right, in case I wasn’t sure if I was in love with Burton Cummings (very unfortunate name), he plays the flute and adds solos to multiple songs on this album. I just need everyone to watch this live rendition of it that I have watched 3 times in a row already. Just incredible. 

The album ends with a eleven-minute song “Key,” which with a run-time that long is fighting an uphill battle to get me to like it. And the lyrics are biblical? Well now double the steepness of that slope. Weirdly though, I was interested the whole time, even through the 5 minutes of miscellaneous percussion sounds. After that song ended and I was left confused on how they were able to grab my attention that long the final song “Fair Warning” comes on with bedroom pop perfect guitars (think Rex Orange County) that make me sink deeper in my mattress. I’m not able to fully relax though because then voice with an exaggerated scottish accent comes in warning me to not become a rock star. Its somehow soothing though, the way he says “dohn’t be a staaaa.” then the album goes quiet. Up until that point the album is pretty straight forward, and serious, leaving on that note makes me eagerly want to flip the page to the next chapter. 

(I should also mention that while it is not in the standard album the 2000 rerelease includes the song “Silver Bird” which is so peaceful that it is the only song that was new to me on this album that got added to my liked songs. God I love Burton Cumming’s voice. I just wish his name wasn’t so god awful.)

Next week's review: In The Right Place (1973) by Dr. John

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Yeah Yeah Yeah - Fever To Tell

A perfect trio. Karen O's fuck me or go fuck yourself attitude, Brian Chase's frenetic drumming, and Nick Zimmer's nasty riffs make for the exact album that the burgeoning post punk revival scene of the 00s needed to stay fresh. If only other bands had followed their lead 😑 I digress though. The willingness to delve into the territory of noise rock only to always pull it back into more palatable garage rock/post punk territory is masterful. Like musical edging they keep it tastelessly sexual for almost too long. Up until the last few tracks which allows for an emotional release that helps pull the whole album together thematically.

Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea

If it were me, hear me out now. See, if it were me, I would keep my Anne Frank sex dream to myself. I wouldn't write one of the most cryptic and beautiful albums of all time about it. I would not have combined indie folk and alt rock into a psychedelic melange of dreamlike wandering. I would have just kept that to myself. But I've made exactly zero of the greatest albums of all time so what the fuck do I know? This album is so completely sincere so please treat it gently. And ignore it's status as hipster holy grail. Listen to it on its own merits, for me, please?

Green Day - Dookie

Pop punk is maybe not the most well respected genre, and I get why. I don't think a lot of adults want to hear nasally privileged teens singing about jacking off. If Dookie, or any album like it, was a part of your childhood then you probably already know if you'll like this album. And if it wasn't then you probably already know you won't. But if you are at all curious where the 90s pop punk scene started then you have to listen to this, at least for the historical significance.

Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers

Robert Johnson, by god how am I supposed to review Robert Johnson! There were other earlier bluesmen but they didn't have the exact influence on rock music that Robert Johnson did. Not only did his blues stylings influence the original.batch of rock n rollers of the 50s but this very compilation reintroduced him to the artists of the 60s. It's not hard to see why he was so influential. Despite, or most likely due to, the stripped down performances Johnson's guitar work never overshadows his haunting vocals and vice versa. And that guitar work! Johnson may not have been the first blues musician to have supposedly sold his soul in exchange for musical talent (he isn't even the only blues musician with the last name Johnson to have that rumor attached to him) but it's easy to see why it stuck to him. He bounces around the fretboard effortlessly and lays down harmony and counterpoint all in one take while singing to boot!

Isaac Hayes - Hot Buttered Soul

In the wake of Otis Redding's untimely death Stax Records had to do something quick. They pushed for a slew of new albums to be completed quick including a follow up to an unsuccessful debut by up and coming session musician Isaac Hayes. Hayes demanded full creative control over and the Stax execs were in no place to argue. The result is a four sing album with three out of four track passing the ten minute mark. It's also really horny. Hayes has one of those voices where everything he sings just becomes sensual. I mean that was the entire joke of him being in South Park. On this masterpiece of a record though, oh man do the instrumentals know how to match his energy. Sloppy, funky bass and lush orchestral arrangements perfectly match Hayes's soulful, lonesome longing. This is such a perfect fuck album that I think it would be too on the nose to actually put on during sex.

Big Brother & The Holding Company - Cheap Thrills

Janis Joplin's voice is probably the most irreplaceable loss that the music world ever suffered. Wait nah I'll save this bit for when I review Pearl. They better put Pearl in this fucking list.

Janis Joplin was active for four years put out four studio albums had three bands and two distinct phases to her career and then dropped dead at the age of 27. She currently holds the 100% completion speedrun for being a rock star. And Cheap Thrills is definitely the most 'rock star' of all her albums.

The Temptations - Anthology

Hitsville USA: The Motown Singles Collection 1959-1971 is exactly what it says in the tin. A collection of every single released by Motown during their golden era. And looking at the track listing it's easy to see why the studio was nicknamed Hitsville USA. Five hours of runtime and nearly every song on here is an instantly recognizable classic. Even some of the deeper cuts are still just amazing. You would think that sitting through five hours of this might get tiring but I've seriously put this on and by the time it ends I'm like "wtf that wasn't five hours?" If you only have room for one comp in your collection make it this one. And if you want recs for a fucking Temptations record then listen to The Temptations Sing Smokey, Cloud Nine, or All Directions instead of another unnecessary compilation.

[freaxs-blog]

🌞 As the scorching heat sets in, and we gear up for a sizzling summer, there's no better way to celebrate than with the mesmerizing song "Summer Song" by the maestro himself. 🌡️🌊

Today, on his birthday, we not only honor the incredible talent of Joe Satriani, but also embrace the record-breaking temperatures on our planet. Let this amazing piece of music serve as a soundtrack to the blazing days ahead and ignite our passion for the summer season. ☀️🎶

Joe Satriani, often hailed as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, has graced us with countless musical gems throughout his career. From his 1992 album, "The Extremist," the timeless "Summer Song" perfectly captures the essence of the season with its scorching guitar riffs and infectious melodies. It's a sonic journey that will make your heart race and your spirit soar. 🎸🔥

But did you know he actually taught some of the biggest names in the guitar world, including virtuosos like Steve Vai, Kirk Hammett, and Alex Skolnick! Talk about leaving a lasting impact on the music scene! 🎸🎓

And speaking of his influences, one cannot ignore the incredible impact that Joe Satriani's own guitar teacher, the late great jazz guitarist, Lenny Tristano, had on his musical journey. It's incredible to think about the lineage of talent that flows through the veins of guitar mastery! 🎶🎵

So, let's turn up the volume, soak in the summer vibes, and let the extraordinary talent of Joe Satriani transport us to new musical heights. Happy Birthday, Joe! May your music continue to inspire and electrify us for years to come. 🎶🌞

[jacke-12]

Be-Bop-a-Lula (1956) - Gene Vincent and His Blue Caps

Genre: rockabilly, rock and roll

Peak position on US Billboard Hot 100: 7

"Be-Bop-a-Lula" is the debut single from rockabilly artist Gene Vincent, a song which led to understandable comparisons to Elvis Presley. Honestly though, this track might be the best rockabilly song I've ever heard, besting even the greatest Elvis songs.

It is a surprisingly slow song, but it is so full of pent-up energy that it doesn't feel it. He half-pants as he sings, his voice quivering as though he is struggling to contain himself - honestly, in both connotations that phrase has. It adds a sexual element to these deeply stupid and stomach-churning lyrics (as is unfortunately typical of a great deal of pop music written by men - "she's the queen of all the teens"). Ignoring the lyrical content however, which perhaps we shouldn't, it sounds fantastic.

And we get a lot of that same barely restrained energy through the band too - the rhythm guitar is strummed as though they are trying to break the strings, and the drummer is really pounding those drums. It is the musical equivalent of being angry in a public setting so you can only release the anger by doing something very unnoticeable very aggressively. A bit of this tension is released in that amazing choice to have that screaming saxophone note play before the chorus - it sounds so good - but for the most part this is a song right on the edge of really going wild. The rock is not quite rolling but it is teetering on the top of the hill.

It is a song that goes to show just how much better a song can sound when all its elements are made with a great deal of enthusiasm. Nothing about the song in itself is particularly special, I would say (aside from that saxophone), but the energy it has is infectious.

[zfg722]

GREATEST SONG OF ALL TIME?????

This is my favorite song of all music industry, from my favorite artist, "Five little monkeys jumping on the bed rap" by Father and daughter.

This song speaks volumes as to the social issues of not only the past, but the present AND future, it's practically a timeless masterpiece. It tells us about mob mentality, intentional ignorance, repetition compulsion and people being taken advantage of.

Not only that, these issues are being tackled appropriately by the music and ordinary people just in it for the song may not get the innuendos until they understand the lyrics.

Additionally, the music composed in the song is nicely made, so much so that it had pioneered numerous musical techniques and it is surely a piece ahead of its time.

Just Kidding, that's not the song I chose (though that still was a bop)

This is Simpleng Tao by GLOC 9. One of my, if not most, favorite song that reached my ear.

It is a Filipino hip-hop song, with acoustic guitar as its leading instrument, and what I like about this song is its overall vibe and its lyrics. The song is upbeat and the lyrics are rhymical, and the meaning the song is quite touchy.

It's not as dark as depression nor about heartbreaks, but it's about a simple guy with nothing much to offer but his love, that even though he's not rich, his love is genuine.

[existentialmagazine]

Review: colby! dominates with striking new alt-pop anthem ‘Doing What I Can’, a heartfelt tune on self-reliance and empowerment

Making waves with her signature blend of emotive vocals and magnetic energy, the upcomer colby! has found herself featured in Ones to Watch and LADYGUNN, quickly finding her audience worldwide. Building over 15,000 monthly Spotify listeners since her debut earlier this year, she’s quickly established her presence on the indie-pop music scene.

Right from the storming beginnings of ‘Doing What I Can’, it’s hard not to be swept up like a tornado that strikes at its greatest peak, an absolute whirlwind of sound that cannot be stopped. With blaring scattered beats, pulsating bass blows, backing sound effects, electric guitar strums and a concoction of experimental feeling electronic effects, ‘Doing What I Can’ is sure to get your hair raised instantly. The energy is hard to ignore, dominating like it was made to. As the dust settles for the verse to open, colby! takes charge with her powerfully leading vocals, a higher range that’s initially reserved and delicate, fronting the lulled bass plucks, ringing guitar and steady thumping beats.

As the pre-chorus fades out for a moment of intimacy, colby! captivates with a haunting moment of sincerity, her painfully resonant words lingering in the air. Picked up by intense beat clashes, distorted backing vocals and audio that shifts between ear to ear, everything about ‘Doing What I Can’ remains seriously mysterious and constantly building, a tension always hovering but never quite tipping over the edge.

The lyricism of ‘Doing What I Can’ is equally as impactful, a complete contrast to the sound’s daring dance-along efforts, instead lending to the tenderness of colby!’s vocals. As she sings of the importance of finding happiness from within, her lines like ‘I’m doing what’s best for me, hopefully one day you’ll see’ speak of prioritising herself in a relationship that’s become toxic. The nature of this relationship only continues to be established as she sings ‘burning some bridges, and you’re treating me like a child’, seeing that she’s made the right choice as she walks away from someone that fails to care or put her emotions first. With little to no change, it’s made powerfully clear they’re only spiralling out of control, with ‘all your lies are in a pile’ and only growing higher. Whoever this person may be, partner, friend or family, this anthem makes sure that anyone listening feels empowered to put themselves first. Sometimes, it’s not worth convincing someone that you’re making the right choice.

Keep listening to‘Doing What I Can’ for yourself here, it won’t be the last you’re hearing of colby!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

// This coverage was supported and created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

[musicarenagh]

Glen Brandon’s Mess:Age: Music, Spirituality, and Rebellion Hey, listen, let me tells you about this talented musician named Glen Brandon but everybody knows him as Ziggy. He's the mastermind behind The Mess:Age: The unique mix of the pop rock with elements of spirituality that is represented in a musical project of the same name. It is unique and it feels like you are listening to something that you have never heard before. “MR W. H. O” is a classic example of what he is all about. It is this laid-back, fun tropical pop song that will make you want to dance but when you pay attention to the lyrics, then the song is actually full of themes of freedom for oneself and criticism of society. Glen is an outstanding creative person originally from London. Not only is he a musician but is also a composer, music producer, and even a sound engineer. You can surely feel the echoes of Bowie and Kate Bush and something reminiscent of Elton John in his songs. I had the amazing opportunity to sit down with Glen and dive into his journey as the creative force behind The Mess:Age. We discussed all the matters starting from childhood and the works that he is currently working on, and let me inform you that he has such incredible perception about the impact of music in the current society. In concrete manner, Glen have the unique ability to use his music to touch the hearts of the people, to provoke their minds and to share the message of love. Join me as we explore the world of The Mess:And finally, age and see how Glen is doing it with his art here, you will definitely not want to miss this! Listen to MR W.H.O below https://open.spotify.com/album/33NvTPzVOwRDy87uSIRR56 Follow The Mess:Age on Twitter Spotify Youtube What is your stage name The Mess:Age , ha ha, i am The messenger Is there a story behind your stage name? Absolutely, you can blame those within par “ liar “ ment for its creation for it is they who are responsible for The Mess Where do you find inspiration? I sometimes channel from the ether or ” holy Spirit “ as on occasions melodies have poured into me when i’m in a relaxed state, either about to sleep , or about to awaken but mainly “ within the physical realm “ from world events and history , or even ignorance within personal family circles or discrepancies within love relationships i like to learn from all man-kinds mistakes and turn them around into something creatively positive, so that in turn within the vibration of my songs, i hopefully will imprint them forever upon ones mind. What was the role of music in the early years of your life? is was like being surrounded at birth, born into an orgy of the greatest musicians, and later when growing up , many now famous friends, expressing their art forms and orgasms, basically i couldn’t live without it. But if you mean whats was my first ever experience it was playing the piano, then later taking up drums. then eventually guitar, I always sang in church as a child growing up as it felt euphoric. Are you from a musical or artistic family? yes my uncle and mother played the piano and on my fathers side they were stage actors singers and performers in east London, my great great great grandma apparently was quite a famous concert pianist who escaped persecution within Russia. Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? Wow there are many “unique geniuses” throughout musical history and ill name some of them here for you, Kate Bush, David Bowie, Billy Joel, i love that man with my every single breath especially not forgetting Prince, but going back in history Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Johnny Cash, along with the unforgettable most beautiful velvet voice of Nat king Cole, then of coarse in the 60-70s came Deep Purple,The Rolling Stones,Roxy music,Pink Floyd , and another “Hero of mine” Phill Lynott and the Thunderous Thin Lizzy, Van Halen, Queen, Bryan Adams and Steve Perry and Journey just to add on the end. How did you learn to sing/write/to play?

i am self taught , i was brought up in 2 pubs owned by my parents in east London , one of those pubs “in hackney”  had a stage where i performed on occasions playing drums or singing, aged 8 i used to read newspapers sitting at the bar counter “ like on old man”, but understood even then wrong from right in the political Arena, i had a reading age of 16 aged only 8 so my teachers at school explained to my parents early on, hence my knack i suppose for words poems and lyrics [ i used to also read keats ,Oscar Wilde, William Blake,Rudyard Kipling, and not forgetting within the more modern era Spike Milligan. What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? The Rock Group Boston, “more than a feeling” then Van Halen and White Snake all within the same month. How could you describe your music? my music is sacred, it speaks only truth from experiences, it is spiritual commercial pop/rock, it is the essence of my vibration, therefore …i love to paint songs. [caption id="attachment_55768" align="alignnone" width="1768"] my music is sacred, it speaks only truth from experiences,[/caption] Describe your creative process. Ohh thats easy , sometimes in the studio it just flows so easily pouring from me fast and furious, but other times i am literally in agony when “living the song” as “physical tears” have fallen onto my piano keys whilst laying down a song track. What is your main inspiration? ha ha another easy one to answer, “LOVE” i only want to spread The Love within Almighty Gods Creation for “ words are more powerful than knives “ What musician do you admire most and why? ohh wow thats a really tuff Q ? there are many, however if you pinned me down in all fairness, i can only answer you within this way, that equally Kate Bush, David Bowie , and Billy Joel are all geniuses within their own unique way, dare i say the word “ Savant “ and the world would be a very sad, empty and lonely place without their tremendous gifts and awe-inspiring input into the musical realm. Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? yes along my musical journey i have kind of polished my unique sound and being a complete “ non conformist “ i am forever and always will be forever James Dean… Ha Ha “ A rebel with a cause “ Who do you see as your main competitor? a bold statement but id have to say NO ON, as My Music and The Mess:Age are unique. What are your interests outside of music? firstly survival, then i like to lay upon a soft sandy beach, guitar to hand, the scent of flowers blowing through the breeze, and hearing the waves crashing against the rocks, for there is a such a place, for i have been there, and it is a place i that i will never ever forget, and still dream of to this day, it is paradise [ but i wont tell you where  ..ha ha. ] If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? i think id already be dead, my life has been quite tough growing up on the streets of east London, therefore without music being my best friend, id be “long gone” but my straight answer would be buying, renovating and selling property. What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music? breaking down doors of total ignorance and very bias deaf ears. If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? to rid the controlling powers that be, who constantly spew out utter garbage upon the brain washed masses and to set free the unheard and the unseen “ most talented “ heroes who have only suffered in agony and torture witnessing all their crimes. https://open.spotify.com/artist/2Z1MWZZPb2b0dHivQaJUXz Why did you choose this as the title of this project? MR W.H.O speaks for itself, it is the key song track Release taken from my new album entitled AGE OF MESS it is“ A beacon of light “ leading the way to enlighten humanity to bring forth and manifest EDEN for our thoughts are energy, we are creators of our own existence therefore combined, we manifest All matter, therefore sing with pride MR W.

H.O with all your joyous hearts and manifest and become the Vibe that brings forth All what has been stolen from us for the last two thousand years…Paradise on Mother Earth. What are your plans for the coming months? i am currently working in the studio and near completion of my 3rd Album entitled “ SPEED OF LIGHT “ i am also halfway through a forth Album” which is fully written, but currently has no title? Do you have any artistic collaboration plans Not at present, as i am so overwhelmingly busy, as i also create all the artworks for the lyric booklets and song track covers , along with the editing and production of all my videos. What message would you like to give to your fans? after all thats said and done, and your life has just begun. you’l hear somewhere when i’m gone my songs remain, and underneath the setting sun, when you All will sing as one, somewhere when i am long gone …you will remain. The human spirit is immortal , and it is those afraid of dying that never learn to dance. So spread “only love” upon your journey and Smile ” for you are the children of the dawn “  Ziggy X