'LEONA' will be playing in the Fleur Film Festival meaning my mama's about to be on the big screen for ONE NIGHT ONLY!
I created this eulogy, short film over the past few months while grieving my mom who passed in February. The Fleur Film Festival actually inspired me to create this and use my emotions towards visuals.
I can't wait for others to learn about my mom and to just feel the love that can be in grief.
Made a new musician friend last weekend. We haven’t met yet but he’s cool as fuck and we’re guna make some music this weekend and I’m beyond excited. I’ve always had trouble finding musicians in my area who, like, make music, rather than just play covers or whatever. But this guys the real deal like he’s made a few albums with a handful of bands and he’s toured with multiple bands and he knows how to CREATE a song with someone. I already sent him a couple little riffs I’ve made and he was like “oh yeah I could totally write around that”. I’m really excited. Not to be the “I’m so good at guitar” guy, but everyone I’ve ever played with has said the same thing when i show them some music I’ve made and ask if they’d like to write a song around it. They’re always like “yeah no to hard” like immediately. these mfs don’t even try. Not this guy, not THIS GUY! We’re guna do BIG THINGS. YOU MARK MY WORDS.
screaming myself hoarse til I pass out we were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives I will always have your back and be curious about you about your career your whereabouts!!!
Whenever you hear a band/musician with a weird as fuck accent they're either from another country or MIDWESTERN. No in between. When the Illinois, Ohio, Iowa dudes get too insane from the corn and soy fields they make fire music
Taylor Swift and other poets in conversation with Roland Barthes's "The Death of the Author" (1967) and Michel Foucault's "What is an Author?" (1969)
I want to say thank you to @ttpds @youmeetyourself and @ohdorothea. This post would not exist were it not for your musings on the topic, our conversations, and your encouragement. Seriously, thank y'all.
Sources:
Unless otherwise noted, lyrics are from Genius and screenshots/scans/etc are from taylorpictures.net
Barthes, Roland. "The Death of the Author"
"delicate" music video
"Dear Reader" lyrics
Foucault, Michel. "What is an Author?"
"Style" music video
"mirrorball" lyrics
Barthes
Taylor Swift before singing "betty" on the Eras Tour in Glendale, AZ on March 17, 2023 (text from @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes)
Siken, Richard. "The Torn-up Road" in The Iowa Review
Promotional image for The Tortured Poets Department from Swift's social media
Savage, Mark "Midnights: What we know about Taylor Swift's songwriting" for BBC.com
Foucault
reputation prologue
Barthes
Promotional image for The Tortured Poets Department
Barthes
Halsey. "Gasoline" lyrics
"mirrorball" lyrics
Barthes
Florence & the Machine. "King" lyrics
"Dear Reader" lyrics
Foucault
"22" lyrics
Foucault
"Out of the Woods" music video
"...ready for it?" music video
"Anti-Hero" music video
"look what you made me do" music video
"if you're anything like me" from the reputation magazines
Foucault
Album covers for the Taylor's Versions of Fearless, Red, Speak Now, and 1989
Taylor Swift in Musicians on Musicians: Taylor Swift & Paul McCartney for Rolling Stone
"look what you made me do" music video
"the lakes" lyrics
Foucault
"look what you made me do" handwritten lyrics from the reputation magazines
"my tears ricochet" lyrics
Foucault
"my tears ricochet" lyrics
"look what you made me do" music video
Foucault
"hoax" lyrics
"why she disappeared" from the reputation magazines
"A few mumbles" - well, we love your mumbles, Ethel Cain ♡
The Daily Illini: 'Ethel Cain delivers passionate performance.'
Hinterland, August 4, & Lollapalooza, August 3, 2024
Video by Ava Rose: Ethel Cain: A House In Nebraska - Hinterland Music Festival on Sunday, August 4, 2024 in St. Charles.
About Ethel Cain at Lollapalooza, the day before:
'Ethel Cain delivers passionate performance at IHG stage Saturday'
The Daily Illini is the independent student newspaper at the University of Illinois since 1871.
"Indie rocker Ethel Cain performed an alluring set at IHG to an immense Lollapalooza crowd on Saturday.
... Where in the studio version of “Preacher’s Daughter,” the instrumentation provides a graceful accompaniment, the drums and guitar manage to overpower Cain’s voice on the set.
Her voice was extremely faint throughout the first few songs, making it very difficult to hear what she was singing besides a few mumbles, and frustrating people in the crowd.
The attendees livened up as the eerie strum of the guitar signaled the beginning of “House in Nebraska,” one of her most popular songs off of “Preacher’s Daughter.”
The opening of the song sounded like Cain was merely muttering into the microphone, but her voice finally amplified as she started on the chorus.
“And I still call home,” she sang, as she held out her microphone to the crowd encouraging them to sing along. “That house in Nebraska.”"
At Jericho’s annual harvest festival, Enid and Yoko watch as Wednesday performs alongside the Nevermore orchestra, who are all shooting the cellist confused glances.
Enid: 🫢
Yoko: 😎
Enid: Wh-Why the flip is Willa beginning every song that way?
Yoko: I told her it’s a special way to dedicate a song to your lover.
Enid: *hisses* Why would you do that?
Yoko: Because it’s fucking hilarious.
Enid: Oh my god! Yoko, I can’t believe you!
On stage, one of Wednesday’s neighbors manages to brave her glare long enough to nervously lean in and whisper something. Both Enid and Yoko stretch their supernatural senses to listen in.
Wednesday: The intro to what?
Musician: *whispers again*
Wednesday: What does Iowa have to do with this?
Musician: ?
Wednesday: Iowa, the center of corn production in the US?
The musician stares in disbelief, then risks repeating their whisper.
Wednesday:
Wednesday: And what, precisely, is a porn hub?
Enid: Uh oh, looks like you better— *turns* Yoko?
Empty seat:
Enid: Huh. Well, good luck, Yoko, wherever you are.
Musicians Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and "The Big Bopper" J. P. Richardson were all killed in a plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa, together with pilot Roger Peterson.