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[nashmusicguide]

Inside Track on Music Row: November 2022

Inside Track on Music Row November 2022 by Preshias Harris is full of music news including CMA Awards, Dove Awards, Billy Ray Cyrus and FIREROSE, Upcoming Holiday events new releases and so much more...

VERSE OF THE MONTH: My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing, I will sing praises, even with my soul. – Psalm 108:1   ALBUM NEWS: Opening up a new era of anything-goes energy and expression, Florida Georgia Line spent 10 years as one of Country’s most daring and influential acts – and their first-ever Greatest Hits package shows how. Over 18 tracks (including three previously unreleased…

[countryhixes]

Lost Highway - Jerry Lee Lewis & Delaney Bramlett

I'm a rolling stone, all alone and lost, For a life of sin, I have paid the cost. When I pass by, all the people say "There goes another boy walkin' down the lost highway." Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine And a woman's lies make a life like mine. Oh, the day we met, I went astray, I started rollin' down that ol' lost highway. I was just a lad, nearly twenty-two, Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you, now I'm lost, too late to pray, Lord, I've paid the cost on the lost highway. Hey, boys, let's keep it ramblin' round, On this road of sin or you're sorrow bound. Take my advice or you'll curse the day You started rollin' down that ol' lost highway Oh, You're rollin' down that ol' lost highway

[47burlm]

“A Painter Passing Through”

Gordon Meredith Lightfoot Jr. CC OOnt (November 17, 1938 – May 1, 2023) was a Canadian singer-songwriter and guitarist who achieved international success in folk, folk-rock, and country music. He is credited with helping to define the folk-pop sound of the 1960s and 1970s ] He has been referred to as Canada's greatest songwriter and was known internationally as a folk-rock legend. Lightfoot's biographer Nicholas Jennings said, "His name is synonymous with timeless songs about trains and shipwrecks, rivers and highways, lovers and loneliness."[

Lightfoot's songs, including "For Lovin' Me", "Early Morning Rain", "Steel Rail Blues", "Ribbon of Darkness"—a number one hit on the U.S. country chart with Marty Robbins's cover in 1965—and "Black Day in July", about the 1967 Detroit riot, brought him wide recognition in the 1960s. Canadian chart success with his own recordings began in 1962 with the No. 3 hit "(Remember Me) I'm the One", followed by recognition and charting abroad in the 1970s. He topped the US Hot 100 or Adult Contemporary (AC) chart with the hits "If You Could Read My Mind" (1970), "Sundown" (1974); "Carefree Highway" (1974), "Rainy Day People" (1975), and "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" (1976), and had many other hits that appeared in the top 40.

Several of Lightfoot's albums achieved gold and multi-platinum status internationally. His songs have been recorded by artists such as Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams Jr., Jerry Lee Lewis, Neil Young, Bob Dylan, Judy Collins, Harry Belafonte, the Grateful Dead, Olivia Newton-John, and Jim Croce.[9][10] The Guess Who recorded a song called "Lightfoot" on their 1968 album Wheatfield Soul; the lyrics contain many Lightfoot song titles.

[blueyisszy]

“Start copying what you love. Copy copy copy copy. At the end of the copy you will find your self.” —Yohji Yamamoto

It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and makes us unique.” Thank goodness.

Nobody is born with a style or a voice. We don’t come out of the womb knowing who we are. In the beginning, we learn by pretending to be our heroes.

We learn by copying. We’re talking about practice here, not plagiarism—plagiarism is trying to pass someone else’s work off as your own.

Copying is about reverse-engineering. It’s like a mechanic taking apart a car to see how it works.

We learn to write by copying down the alphabet. Musicians learn to play by practicing scales. Painters learn to paint by reproducing masterpieces.

Remember: Even The Beatles started as a cover band. Paul McCartney has said, “I emulated Buddy Holly, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, Elvis. We all did.” McCartney and his partner John Lennon became one of the greatest songwriting teams in history, but as McCartney recalls, they only started writing their own songs “as a way to avoid other bands being able to play our set.”

As Salvador Dalí said, “Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.”

First, you have to figure out who to copy. Second, you have to figure out what to copy.

Who to copy is easy. You copy your heroes—the people you love, the people you’re inspired by, the people you want to be. The songwriter Nick Lowe says, “You start out by rewriting your hero’s catalog.”

And you don’t just steal from one of your heroes, you steal from all of them. The writer Wilson Mizner said if you copy from one author, it’s plagiarism, but if you copy from many, it’s research. I once heard the cartoonist Gary Panter say, “If you have one person you’re influenced by, everyone will say you’re the next whoever. But if you rip off a hundred people, everyone will say you’re so original!”

What to copy is a little bit trickier. Don’t just steal the style, steal the thinking behind the style. You don’t want to look like your heroes, you want to see like your heroes. The reason to copy your heroes and their style is so that you might somehow get a glimpse into their minds.

That’s what you really want—to internalize their way of looking at the world. If you just mimic the surface of somebody’s work without understanding where they are coming from, your work will never be anything more than a knockoff.

At some point, you’ll have to move from imitating your heroes to emulating them.

Imitation is about copying. Emulation is when imitation goes one step further, breaking through into your own thing.

“There isn’t a move that’s a new move.” The basketball star Kobe Bryant has admitted that all of his moves on the court were stolen from watching tapes of his heroes.

But initially, when Bryant stole a lot of those moves, he realized he couldn’t completely pull them off because he didn’t have the same body type as the guys he was thieving from. He had to adapt the moves to make them his own.

Conan O’Brien has talked about how comedians try to emulate their heroes, fall short, and end up doing their own thing.

Johnny Carson tried to be Jack Benny but ended up Johnny Carson. David Letterman tried to copy Johnny Carson but ended up David Letterman. And Conan O’Brien tried to be David Letterman but ended up Conan O’Brien.

In O’Brien’s words, “It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and makes us unique.” Thank goodness.

-Steal like an Artist.

[rocknrollflames]

I’m curating a playlist on Spotify that’s dedicated to my hometown, Memphis, and I got so excited just now.

So I knew Otis Redding (one of my all-time fave singers) was discovered here (so to speak) and recorded here at Stax Records, but I guess I didn’t know to what extent. Like, so many of my favorite Otis Redding songs were recorded here—I’ve Been Loving You Too Long (To Stop Now), Try A Little Tenderness, Sittin' On the Dock of the Bay, and These Arms of Mine…just to name a few. 🖤

I’ve been to Graceland and toured Sun Records (where Elvis, Johnny Cash, and Jerry Lee Lewis all were discovered and recorded), but I’ve never been to Stax Records and done the tour there. I really need to. I also need to visit the Rock & Soul Museum, which is here too.

Sometimes, despite our issues here, I love being from Memphis. We have such a musical history and culture. I feel like that’s why I have such a love from deep in my soul for this music—the old Soul/Blues/50s & 60s rock. It’s in my DNA. 🎵

And we have the BEST BBQ IN THE COUNTRY. Fight me, you’ll lose. 😂

Ok, enough rambling about Memphis.

Love ya, sis. 🖤🍒🎵

Wow! I didn't know they also had a Rock & Soul Museum. That's so cool. I woiuld love to go there. I also still want to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame of course, too, lol!

I love old rock and roll. The first rock and roll. It's the real deal. A lot of people don't understand how rock is a mixture of both country and blues. I would say both country and rhythm and blues, but that's not the way I see it. Because country has rhythm too.

If you go back and listen to some of the oldest rock you can hear and feel it. I think the thing about rock, and this is my opinion, is that it should make you kind of let go. When it first came out, it drove people crazy! I mean, people were worried about their kids cause they wouldn't stop dancing and listening to the radio and they thought they had lost their damn minds. Women would pass out. They would faint when they watched Elvis Presley or The Beatles. Guys would wear their hair and clothes like them cause they wanted to be them and couldn't get enough of them.

And I love both the Buddy Holly/Everly Brothers side of things as well as the Chuck Berry/Little Richard side of things. They both fit in, you know? I have nothing against new rock at all, but the thing I love about old rock is that you can dance to it. If you can't dance to it fast then you can still dance to it slow! Or at least get a really good sway on, you know? Ha!

I understand they whole, 'get really into the lyrics and try to decipher the meaning behind every word and every line in a song and what the writer meant when they wrote it', and I get the appeal of that to an extent. But - rock is also a feeling. Like, it doesn't have to make sense. It doesn't have to have a deep, profound meaning ALL of the time. But sometimes it definitely does! And rock and roll and rock and soul that is straightforward and tells it like it is, is sorely missed.

I love my symbolic and deep thinking lines - the songs that you can find some meany meanings to. But when you don't have to THINK that hard - if you can just kind of lose yourself in it - then THAT'S rock and roll. That to me, is the most rock and roll that there is.

And I think that 'rock and soul' makes so much sense. Because to me, there is such a fine line, you know? There is overlapping and there is sharing and sometimes it is just borderline. But it's all so cool. Anyway - I think that is so awesome you have been to Graceland and to Sun Records and now are going to Stax too!

(I finally ordered my shoes, lol! Been putting that off forever! I lost my discount! Anyway, now I have to get the Spotify all worked out. As soon as I do I want to listen to your Memphis playlist. Is it going to be songs by artists from Memphis or is it going to songs from artist who recorded or played in Memphis, or will there also be songs that mention Memphis? Like, 'Walking in Memphis' and doesn't 'Black Velvet' also mention Memphis?

I think it is great that you still live in Memphis. I know there are problems there but there is nothing I hate more than people having to leave their home because of things like that. It has such a rich heritage and it needs it's people to maintain that heritage.

As far as the BBQ - I believe you. I have heard that dry rub is used in Memphis and other parts of TN. In GA, people were always poor. We weren't TX who had the ranches and the beef so no one knew what the hell brisket was cause no one could afford a cow. That's why they had to use every single piece of the poor hog! Ha! So, GA is and has always been famous for the pulled pork - with Carolina Sauce of course. And it is crazy you just mentioned BBQ cause i just had some pulled pork with CS a couple of hours ago.

When I lived In CA there was a cool restaurant that had all kinds of BBQ from around the country. They called the pulled pork sandwich the Georgia Pulled Pork Sandwich, lol. It was the first time I ever got try brisket. And I tried dry rub ribs the first time in Chattanooga.

Okay, so I really blogged today. Keep me up to date on the museum and the playlist. Otis is so cool. I mean, he feels it. He rocks. He rocks and souls.

Love,

Sissy xoxo <3

[schooloftuneage]

SCHOOL OF TUNEAGE: LESSON ONE. IN THE BEGINNING...

CLASS IS IN SESSION.

Good evening, my fellow freaks, fillies, and other assorted friends. I'm your deejay for the evening, Zee, and I'll be starting out this blog, this course, and this whole damn mission with a statement that some would consider to be moderately controversial.

Rock music is innately Black music.

Now, yes, we've had our share of crackers in the biz (myself included) but the FOUNDATIONS OF ROCK MUSIC, AND THE SONGS THAT MADE ROCK MUSIC WHAT IT IS, are primarily from Black artists.

Don't believe me? Let's delve in.

Early Rock and Roll was, at its core, a danceable, high-octane (for the time) fusion of Rhythm and Blues and Country. Now, I don't have to tell you how very Black-dominated R&B was, even at the time.

Consider this: Jimmy Preston's "Rock The Joint", from 1949.

Or, from 1946, Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup's "That's All Right".

BUT rock `n roll got passed off to the public vis-a-vis an acceptable, lilly-white proxy… Elvis Presley. Consider this, his seminal hit, 'You Ain't Nothin' But A Hound Dog'.

Now, do you want to see something really awesome?

Elvis' version was a cover. A cover that he (and the recording industry) tried to pretend wasn't a cover.

Here's our first track of the week… the original.

That's BIG MAMA THORNTON, blues singer, the woman responsible for the trope codifier for rock `n roll… and, you will note, a woman singing quite a different song from Elvis' version. Big Mama's was a song of Black female empowerment, a song about telling a freeloading gigolo to hit the road, while Elvis' was sanitized into almost a Kidz Bop version. Hell, he sanitized it MORE than Kidz Bop sanitized "Lips of an Angel" (and more on THAT debacle another day).

And this was far from the only offense in Presley's resume.

Otis Blackwell was a prolific songwriter who originally sang many, many early rock songs. These included Jerry Lee Lewis' 'Great Balls of Fire', as well as Elvis' 'All Shook Up', 'Don't Be Cruel', and 'Return to Sender'. And these last three are probably the most damning indictment of the whitewashing of rock `n roll. Why?

That's why. Give that a close listen.

Elvis seemed to take his entire way of singing - his delivery, his inflection, everything - from Otis Blackwell. As you can see from Otis' album title there, "These are my songs!", he was at least able to attempt to claw back some recognition in later years, but - in the opinion of this berk - it was definitely a case of too little, too late.

We know now. History is damn clear on the topic. But for years, the industry hid behind the Great White Hype of Elvis, pretended he was an innovator instead of a repackager, and shut out the real innovators from their rightful recognition.

Perhaps it is ironic that in years to come - particularly in the late sixties and seventies - there would be a rising 'damn the man' rebellion baked into rock and roll. Or perhaps it would just be karma, ensuring that the sanitization of an inherently rebellious music made by an oppressed people would still carry their spirit.

For tonight, I leave you with another early rock track - what some people say is the first real rock song. Ike Turner and his Kings of Rhythm - Rocket 88.

Class dismissed.

And now we go to open conversation - we've got a survey out right now, check down the page. If you fill it out, I'll have a better idea of what topics everyone wants to cover. And of course, if you want to keep talking about what I covered above... please do.

[daggerspare-standingby]

Great Balls Of Fire

Just a quick little one shot that's been buzzing around in my brain for a while, and no reason to post it until today (10/28/22) when I heard that Jerry Lee Lewis (original singer of Great Balls Of Fire) passed away today. Thought this would be appropriate, please be kind! First TG post :)

Please enjoy a one shot of Rooster x Girlfriend!Reader

a bit of fluff, a bit of angst (see Mav) for missing the OG Bradshaws (Carole & Goose) but mostly fluff :)

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It was a Friday night, and you were working the bar of the Hard Deck as per usual, your boyfriend and his teammates hanging out by the pool tables and dart boards until the end of your shift when you would join them. Conversation hummed throughout the bar, accompanied with the vintage vinyl playing from the jukebox. Penny was chatting with Maverick on the other end of the bar, and you poured another glass of draught for a regular customer. As you turned around to ring through the sale, you heard a chorus of groans sound throughout the bar as the Jukebox was unplugged - again - and there was really only one culprit that could be to blame.

Bradley took his place at the piano, having waited closer to the end of your shift to start playing just in case Penny decided to throw him out for being a little shit. He tinkled a few of the higher octave keys before settling down on the bench and then he started his usual song. Despite the smile growing on your face as his voice rang out the first few words of the verse, you did have to roll your eyes. This song was constantly on repeat in your boyfriend's brain, he said it brought him closer to his dad when he played it. You couldn't fault him that, wishing that you could have met Nick and Carole Bradshaw before you started dating.

Come On Baby! You're Driving me Crazy

The entire bar broke out with him for the chorus - because nobody but Bradley knew the actual words to every verse.

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire!

Watching your boyfriend eating up the attention, you couldn't help but admire him from your place behind the wooden bar. He looked so good, sun kissed from his day outside, curls lightened but in a fluffy mop on the top of his head - one that you loved to run your fingers through - and aviator sunglasses, the pair that you learned were his dad's which was why they constantly slid down his narrow nose, midway down the bridge of his nose as he bobbed his head to the song he sang and played. Rooster looked so good in this moment, in the limelight. He was always so charismatic, his voice, that straight smile, and that damn 80s style moustache that worked so well for him. His gravelly voice as he sang the "that feels good baby" made shivers automatically run down your spine and goosebumps rise on your arms and a heat pool in the pit of your stomach. Yup - it was time to get your man home.

He was smiling as he sang along, his friends and co workers singing along as well; all except Hangman because Jake was just too cool to sing along to Great Balls Of Fire for the umpteenth time that month. You did catch him tapping his foot to the beat though as he sipped his beer and smirked, making a mental note to tease him about it later. Checking the big clock above the door to the bar, you saw it was just a couple minutes to the end of your shift, you looked over at Penny, asking her silently if you could clock out with a nod towards Rooster at the piano to which she simply nodded and waved you off.

Just as he was finishing the song you untied your apron and tucked it under the bar, coming around the opening you bit your lip - you'd never done this before and it was going to either go very well, or very poorly. "Hey Rooster, you big stud!" you raised your voice slightly to be above the music, enjoying the way his head automatically shot up, a grin gracing his features.

You also didn't miss the way that Maverick's head also turned on a swivel as you repeated one of the favourite phrases of one very special Carole Bradshaw. Rooster smiles at you from the piano "That's me honey!" echoing the words that Goose and Carole once said to each other, Maverick stared at you both in shock from his seat at the bar. Tears lining his eyes as he watched the scene play out in front of him; remembering back to a four year old Bradley perched atop a very similar piano, Goose playing the exact same tune and Carole moving to sit atop his lap and join him in the very last chorus.

"Take me to bed or lose me forever!" Your eyes locked on Rooster as you walked over to him and he quickly maneuvered an arm around your waist to pull you into his lap while not missing a beat of the final verse of the song "Show me the way home honey!" He played the final notes of Great Balls of Fire with a flourish and then pulled you in for a steamy kiss, moustache tickling your upper lip and warm hands pressed around your waist. He stood up quickly almost knocking you over as he moved to slip your hand into his and twine your fingers together "Penny, I'll settle up tomorrow! Gotta take my girl home!" Penny shook her head laughing and waved a towel at the two of you as you were dragged out of the bar.

Despite hearing the song every night, sometimes multiple times a day, Rooster would never stop singing it. Not only did it bring him closer to his dad, but as long as he knew how much it would turn you on when he performed it, he'd sing it to the end of his days.

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork onstage at Musikfest ‘85 in Allentown, Pennsylvania, August 1985; photo by Harry Fisher for The Morning Call.

“One of the largest crowds, estimated at more than 1,000, turned out to hear Peter Tork, folk singer and former member of the Monkees, the Beatlesque group which had several hits and its own TV show in the ‘60s. The bearded Tork often aimed his self-deprecating wit at his past superstardom. ‘And now another song from my own fabled past,’ he said, introducing the Monkees’ hit ‘Daydream Believer’ to applause of recognition.” - The Morning Call, August 21, 1985

“Christine Donchez, a volunteer at the Main Street information booth, met a girl from Kentucky who cam by wearing a backpack. ‘She’s busing her way around the country, following some musician named Peter Tork. She said something about a monkey.’ Tork used to play with the 60s pop band, The Monkees. ‘Oh, it’s a band?’ Donchez said. ‘I thought she was talking about a guy with a hurdy-gurdy.’” - The Morning Call, August 20, 1985

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A few weeks later, Peter performed in Montreal (and, since there aren’t any photos I’ve been able to locate while researching this particular gig, I’m including the review with this post):

“For some musicians, their careers are circular as they eventually return to their roots. This is certainly true for ex-Monkee Peter Tork, who’s ended up on the folk circuit again from whence he sprang. That’s before he became a member of that ‘famous band I was in during the ‘60s.’ Back in town Saturday to kick off the Golem Concert Room’s 13th seasons, Tork attracted a good-sized audience, many of whom had come for a bit of nostalgia wanting to hear Tork the Monkee rather than Tork the folksinger. And he didn’t disappoint them, as he sang several Monkee songs including three of the hits: Daydream Believer, Pleasant Valley Sunday and I’m a Believer. Looking older than the zany bassist of the television series, Tork still possesses a youthful charm highlighted by his antics and wit. In the intimacy of the Golem, Tork’s show was simple, personal and refreshing. Accompanying himself on guitar, banjo and piano, his repertoire ran the gamut of rock ‘n’ roll, pop, folk and even Bach. Songs by Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, the Beatles, and Pete Seeger were included, plus a beautiful rendition on banjo of Jackie Wilson’s Higher and Higher. It was an evening filled with an entertainer’s favorite songs; some of them tributes to major influences, others personal confessions about the passing of time. Tork’s radiant personality shone through during the more humorous numbers such as I Feel Like a Milkshake and Come to the Kretchmar. But at times during those humorous moments a sense of reflection was evident, especially in his car song MGB-GT as he sang: ‘Life is carrying on/And lots of things are better now.’” - review by Martin Siberok, The Gazette, September 16, 1985

[tearyeye-private-i]

Are their any interesting facts about Claudette and would’ve happened if she didn’t would her and Roy have stayed together

I unfortunately don't have any other interesting facts about Claudette, but it is an interesting question you have! On one hand, Roy met Barbara after Claudette's passing, so it's unlikely he would've met her if Claudette were alive. On the other hand, if the motorcycle accident never happened - It's hard to say. They were having problems, but it's likely they would've worked things out. Another incident that'd likely change would be the fire.

So, in a sceanrio where Roy had Claudette, and all the boy's, well, it'd obviously be good, but there's so much room for speculation. Like, would they really stay together, if Roy continued neglecting being a father and husband? Would his kids grow to resent or be indifferent toward him? I like to think, regardless of any situation Claudette would have found happiness. Not that she didn't have it when she was alive, just she'd be okay, no matter what.

The other "what if" is if Claudette had lived from the accident. It's hard to say what her quality of life would have been, given how limited medicine was, even back then.

Personally, I think they would've divorced, though I'm baseing that assumption on other musicians from that era, who divorced. Like, Jerry Lee Lewis and Johnny Cash - Hell, even Carl Perkins and his wife Valda had issues, not to mention Elvis and Priscilla.

[sporadiceagleheart]

Happy birthday darling I have no presents and fantasy cake but I hope I make you happy with everything I made like this edit right here with all of your pictures in it Shirley Jane Temple Black 1928-2014 April 23rd 1928-February 10th 2014 and special rest in peace to those who passed away Bishop Rance Allen, Conway Twitty, Loretta Lynn, Lisa Loring, Bob Saget, Betty White, Heather O'Rourke, Judith Barsi, baby Leroy, baby Peggy Montgomery, Peggy cartwright, Darla Jean Hood, Jean Darling, Peaches Jackson, Mary Ann Jackson, Dorothy DeBorba, Mary Kornman and Mildred Kornman, Kenny Rogers, Patsy Cline, Modest Petrovich Mussorgsky, Eazy-E, rest in peace Ana Ofelia Murguía December 31st 2023, Jim James Edward Jordan, Lucille Ricksen, Judy Garland, Margaret Hamilton and Terry and Pal, Eva Gabor, Geraldine Sue Page, Pat Buttram, Joe Flynn, Michael Gambon, Alan Rickman, Gene Wilder, Jack Albertson, Richard Belzer, Richard Harris, Bernard Fox, Raymond Burr, Perrette Pradier, Jeanette Nolan, Larry Clemmons, Bing Crosby, John Candy, John Heard, John Fiedler, Beate Hasenau, Billie Burke, Roberts Blossom, Billie Bird, Bill Erwin, Ralph Foody, Jack Haley, Ray Bolger, Bert Lahr, Frank Morgan, Jim Nabors and Frank Sutton, John Wayne, Clara Blandick,Charley Grapewin, Buddy Ebsen, Angelo Rossitto, Clarence Chesterfield Howerton, Bridgette Andersen, Dominique Dunne, Dana Plato, Robbie Coltrane, Lance Reddick, Betty Ann Bruno, Betty Tanner, Elizabeth Taylor, Helen McCrory, Ray Liotta and Tom Sizemore and Burt Reynolds, Zari Elmassian, Frank Cucksey, Vyacheslav Baranov, Vladimir Ferapontov, Carol Tevis, George Shephard Houghton, Irving S. Brecher, Richard Griffiths, Andy Griffith and Don Knotts, Joe Conley, Alan Arkin, Jerry Heller, Fred Willard, Mary Ellen Trainor, Morgan Woodward, Anna Lee and John Ingle, David Lewis, Ken Curtis, Ed Asner, James Caan, James Arness, Amanda Blake, Avicii, Jane Withers and Virginia Weidler, Milburn Stone, Natasha Richardson, Joanna Barnes, Cameron Boyce and Tyree Boyce, Cammack"Cammie"King, Denny Miller, Jane Adams, June Marlowe rest in heavenly peace to all of them actors and actresses this is Shirley Temple birthday edit of the year

[div1nity]

◜⠀   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒⠀⠀⠀ —⠀⠀ ،،̲       just some 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 about coraline that are too small to have on a single post   ﹗ .

quick peek at her playlists : eminem , dr dre , nwa , snoop dogg , ice cube , 50 cent , 2pac , biggie , fugees , tone loc , ll cool j / ac/dc , metallica , the doors , alice cooper , black sabbath , guns n roses , judas priest , deep purple , pink floyd , led zepplin , iron maiden , van halen / chuck berry , frank sinatra , the everly brothers , jerry lee lewis , peggy lee , fats domino , bill hayley & his comets , elvis presley , little richard .

has a cheap car to get around . she enjoys having a car , likes going on calming rides outside the city &. completely revels in the freedom that the car brings , knowing that at any moment she could just take off without looking back . however , 95% of the time she'll pout at having to drive , she's more about getting driven around ; she's a passenger princess , it's a disease &. it's fatal , pouts everytime she has to get behind a wheel .

loves reading books , libraries were a netural space growing up on the streets &. it provided major comfort &. security , it's there where she learned russian &. greek . it's a love that never faded , in her down time if she isn't drawing / painting , doing something creative , girl has a book in her hand .

LOVES philosophy &. the histories , discovered them as a kid &. never looked back - go on , ask her about the history of the arts , make her year ( you'll never get her to shut up )

coraline has bad periods , like , cripplingly bad . girl has been stabbed , shot , tortured - turned inside out emotionally &. physically , yet nothing on planet earth , not even crimson can ever come close to the crippling pain that comes once a month because of her bitch of a uterus . this leaves her very vunerable &. the ONLY people who can see her during this time is alejandro &. natalia , if you manage to make the list where you're alone with her during this month , you've made it , congradulations !

doesn't matter how much time passes , in a bar her go to order is a double shot of vodka &. coke ; it's like muscle memory . loves her gin &. whiskeys , but vodka has a special place in her soul . in later canon , she does come to love the expensive wines &. champagne - her favourite cocktail continues to be blue lagoon .

coraline tilts her head all the time , no matter the situation , chances are its going to happen - when something funny happens , something confusing , or someone says something so stupid all she wants to do is throw a punch in their direction , it's all emotions / situations - a head tilt is soon to follow . she's actually done this since she was a toddler &. just never stopped - i like to think it's something that ties her to eletta ( imagine henry speaking , just for coraline to tilt her head &. the wind gets knocked out of him when he sees his mother looking back at him in a face that doesn't at all resemble his own . )

sings in the shower , without fail , girlie puts on concerts - has imagined herself accepting all the music awards .

[whyareyouhere66]

      “We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year…”

                    “Wish you were here..” 

               -Pink Floyd, “Wish You Were Here” 1975

Two-Bit Matthews

It was real dark outside tonight. 

I couldn’t see much more than silhouettes- just trees, leaves, and the same patterns of houses. And the moon, of course, but I think pointing out some space rock might be too cliche. 

I don’t know what I was doing here, sitting like a cat on this dusty old window sill. Mom’s doing something’ or other downstairs, other than her I was alone. Not too much of a fan of that. 

Being alone gives me too much time to think. Guess you could say that’s where the drinking came from- at least then the thinking isn’t comprehendible. 

I take another swing from the bottle, my leg shifting against the side of the house. 2 figures walk in front of my house, passing down the sidewalk. 

“Well, heeyyya Macy-!” I croak, her head whips towards me in a real funny way. Her friend just waves me off dismissively, and a real weird laugh comes from my throat. It booms in my ears, ringing through my skill, and the girls are gone before I can finish taking another drink. 

“Aaand, alone again..” 

I swish the bottle around, barely any sound comes from it. What a drag. 

I loosen my grip just a bit, and the glass slips from my fingers and cracks on the ground below my window. 

It’s fine, I can’t name anyone who’d be walking there. It’s all fine. 

Downstairs mom was playing music outta that fancy new record player she’d bought, man had she been obsessed with the darn thing. 

I recognized the new song that came on, seemed to be one of her favorites.

‘Come over baby whole lot of shakin' goin' on

Yes, I said come over baby baby you can't go wrong…’

“Oh, lordy…” I cringe, rubbing my fingers over my eyes and nearly dropping my bottle again. Damn ‘Jerry Lee Lewis’, whatever the hell his name was. 

Dallas hated this song. So did Johnny- the both of them. We’d be down at the diner, some soc would start playing it from the jukebox, and oh boy was it all over. 

Dally would go and let out the loudest groan he could muster up, start whining about the damn tune like it was stabbing his ear drums. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was, the guy had some sensitive ears. 

Johnny, well he would just roll his eyes so far back into his head I thought they’d get lost in there. Mumbling and grumbling about how ‘overplayed’ it was. 

I chortle at the memory. Me, Sodapop and Steve used to tease ‘em about playing it at their funeral one day. 

.

We didn’t go through with it. 

And just like that, there goes the moment. I sigh, tilting my head back so it scrapes against the rough edges of the window, and kick my leg out so it bangs against the outer wall of the house. The music continued echoing loudly. 

“Man, it’s real hard to keep memories when all that follows, is-is gunshots-“ I gesture outwards, towards the empty park. “-and those stupid, doomed and gloomed funerals, and all this-this bullshit-!”

I damn near let go of my bottle again, so close to letting it catapult towards the park and slam against some tree. 

My eyes had began to burn in a way I wasn’t ok with. 

I wanted them back. 

I should’ve done something.

“Why the fuck didn’t I do something?” I strain through the burning cheeks and the sweaty neck of a familiar bottle. 

.

A moment of silence follows. 

I can hear myself weep, sometimes aloud and sometimes just in my head;echoing through a rattled skull. 

“God damnit…” I whimper, looking back out on the park. The neighborhood. 

I look at the small, trailer. I could see it from my window, it burdened me everyday of my life. 

The home of Johnny’s folk’s, those damned idiots who fucked him up. They fucked him up good, sometimes the damned kid couldn’t even walk straight. They ruined him. 

I glare at the stupid, rusty trailer. It blurs against the night sky, it’s silhouette running into the trees around it. It was because of them-

A hoarse cry jumps out of my throat, and my arm rips forward angrily. 

“You ruined him!”

The glass bottle shatters, a mere couple of meters in front of the house. I could see the moon reflecting onto the glass shards, illuminated further by a nearby lamp post. 

I sob, shrinking into the window once more. The warmth of my own body, and the wooden frame pull me in closer, until I am hugging the right side of my window sill desperately. I don’t care who heard. I don’t care who saw. I care, that they aren’t fucking here. 

I knew so little about things, I’ve been told the alcohol fucked me up. But I knew I wanted the times back when me and Dally would rob diners together, pick up some broads down at the drive in, play poker with Buck’s playing cards, anything. 

When I would jump out at Johnny from around the corner, blow straws at his face, let him stay the night when those bastards wouldn’t allow him to. 

But it was all too late now. 

I was able to accept when I knew I wouldn’t get a job. I was able to accept when I knew I wasn’t gonna be graduating any time soon. I was able to accept that I had a drinking problem. I was able to accept that I’m considered ‘stupid’. 

But this?

This i just can’t. 

I look up at the moon from my position against the wall. It’s mocking me. I know it is. 

Shining down onto me like a spot light, just to prove to me,

That

 I am

Alone. 

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[bcofl0ve]

I feel like the comparisons of Austin/Jacob on twitter have calmed down since the movie came out lol.

10000%. they might pick back up when a decent quality pirated version hits the internet and/or it goes to digital but even then i think generally speaking people will be bored and onto the next stan war. it did *briefly* cross my mind that people might try to pass off the two bits where jacob is lip syncing an elvis tribute artist (on the piano in germany playing a jerry lee lewis song and later when everyone is watching the 68 special at graceland, he’s on the little tv- they managed to get the rights to guitar man since it wasn’t an elvis rights issue) as him singing and i stuck a couple “no that’s an elvis tribute artist, next” tweets in my drafts lolol but. maybe people will be literate and i won’t need those.

[elvis1970s]

When Elvis arrived in Honolulu on January 9th, 1973, several days ahead of the Aloha From Hawaii rehearsal concert and satellite broadcast, he was helicoptered from the airport to the Hilton Village for a filmed reception with fans, and where he had a few brief words with an old friend, ‘Uncle’ Tom Moffatt.

Tom Moffatt was a DJ and concert promoter who, according to his 2016 obituary on Hawaii News Now, ‘made his name in the islands in 1957, when he brought Elvis Presley to perform before thousands of adoring fans’. Tom Moffatt described Elvis' first show in Hawaii as one of the most exciting events he had ever presented; ‘I remember he did Hound Dog and then everybody's screaming. He jumped off the stage, got on his knees with his guitar and the place went bananas.’

Moffatt had been promoting Elvis’ Hawaiian fan club around the time of Love Me Tender, organising a competition to win the hat Elvis wore in the movie and receiving 53 000 entries, alerting Colonel Parker to Elvis’ enormous local popularity. Elvis played three very successful shows in Honolulu over November 10th and 11th, 1957, cementing the relationship. Keen to secure Elvis for his first touring show after discharge from the Army, Moffatt bailed up Colonel Parker who was vacationing in Hawaii while Elvis was still in Germany, securing a commitment on the promise of a huge petition signed by local fans, urging Elvis to come back to Hawaii.

The result would be the famous USS Arizona Memorial benefit show in 1961, which raised over $65 000, more than 10% of the final cost of the project. According to Moffatt in an interview with Dutch television, the idea for the benefit aspect was Colonel Parker’s alone, responding to news that the entire memorial project was about to collapse through lack of funding. Parker and Elvis covered all their own expenses (as they did in 1975 for the McComb Tornado benefit in Mississippi).

The Honolulu Star-Advertiser described Tom Moffatt as ‘one of the most influential figures in the Hawaii entertainment industry’, the first rock DJ in Hawaii and one of the pioneers of modern Top 40 Radio, dominating the ratings throughout the 1960s on radio station KPOI. He was clearly liked and trusted by both Elvis and Colonel Parker, and was given access for interviews, including long-distance by phone to Germany, and later brought some Hawaiian fans, contest winners, to visit Elvis on the Hollywood set of Blue Hawaii.

Over six-decades as a concert and event promoter, Tom Moffatt Productions brought a spectacular roster of artists to Hawaii, including Jerry Lee Lewis, Bo Diddley, The Shirelles, Connie Francis, the Beach Boys, Rolling Stones, Everly Brothers, Jimi Hendrix, Elton John, Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jnr, Liza Minelli, Michael and Janet Jackson, Whitney Houston and the Eagles. According to his obituary, he presented almost every big name in the music business at least once, presented classical concerts, ballet and musical theatre, and was the leading promoter of ‘mega-concerts’ at the 50 000 seat Aloha Stadium. He also ran record labels and was strongly committed to actively promoting local artists and material.

He continued working as a promoter and DJ into his 80s, and passed away in December 2016, aged 85.

[lengyintan]

An image in the beginning of TopGun: Maverick really makes me heartbroken.💔 35 years has passed, and Goose is still kind of grief to Mav.

壮志凌云2开头的照片真的让人心碎💔35年过去了，Mav仍然在为Goose哀悼。