#local musican

[ihearttseliot]

[analogadreams]

finally got my looper hooked up to my pc! now my set isn’t just gonna be one guitar! i can add backtrack! im so excited

[therealmackenson10]

If you haven't already, please check out my track, now streaming on Spotify.

“Mr. Mack- Strangers”

Days turning into nights, learning not to take anything for granted, don’t know when they’ll shut off my lights.

[pinkcasket]

I actually have very strong opinions on akechi's music taste so here's some Takes

his mother was a lounge singer previously and he ended up getting into jazz because of her. grew up on nina simone, billie holiday, sinatra, amy winehouse, ect (there's definitely japanese jazz/blues singers here, my knowledge of japanese music just doesn't go there unfortunately)

he mostly listens to music at jazz jin, though. partially because he genuinely likes hearing local artists, partially because he so rarely can afford distractions

he's very annoying about his taste being better than other people's

he's also annoying about listening to music on anything other than a phone. records, cds, ect. he maintains its better to just go to bars and cafes with live music.

he collects records. probably post game but still

and actual music:

lana del rey. seriously. I think her more melancholic, blues inspired stuff would hit for him. specifically ultraviolence, norman fucking rockwell, and blue banisters)

kate bush

amy winehouse (I think his mother listened to her a lot. sometimes it's hard because he now understands the reason his mother likely played her so often, but at the same time there's a level of connection. he feels its ironic that he relates to a lot of these too.)

ella fitzgerald (he found a bunch of cds of her at one of his foster homes and recognized her as someone his mom would've liked. he doesn't recall ever listening to any of her work prior, though)

fleetwood mac

lyn, obviously

the vast majority of his music is niche, local jazz artists in tokyo. lots of jam session recordings, mixtapes he acquired through muhen, ect

[protoslacker]

I awoke , oh dear. (I wrote this around 4:00 AM this morning, but in my dash to get to work apparently didn't post it.)

Miriame Kaba offers the good advice to look around locally to see what's important to you. What we value is so important now.

BlogDiva, Liza Sabater early yesterday evening posted a name-game at Mastodon: The name of a musican or musical group for the first letter of your rist name.

Jose James Just the Way You Are

Odetta This LIttle Light of Mine

Herbie Hancock Watermelon Man

Nina Simone I Wish How I knew How It Would Feel to Be Free

Collecting songs is one way to see what's important to us and helps us to know what's worth living for.

My short election playlist.

[starvinginbelair]

saw your tags saying how happy and healthy ash looks after having been in australia. and yes makes me so happy! i've always kinda seen him ending up back here (gathered touring logistics were the main reason why not) and just. it's such a thought from an urban design perspective how to make the most jobs accessible in any one area, it always gets me thinking. trying to un-americacentricise the world and bring more solidarity between the east and the west, the global north and the global south. but i also just want ash to be happy and not have to choose between family and work

i think he thrives a lot in australia too!!! he was posting covers consistently and seemed to regain his passion for writing and creating! of the band, ashton is definitely the one who has expressed the most that he wishes the infrastructure for success available for musicians in los angeles was available for upcoming artists in australia. i feel like genuinely, in a few years, that might be something he could help develop himself! he's always expressed wantinng to help the local scene out more and so who knows? maybe one day he will move back and be able to be a mentor for local australian musicans.

[butchdykenormallen]

Second update it was a four parter episode (no I haven’t seen the other half) local musician prepares to leave town after becoming social pariah (which apparently is considered town politics) and local princess who hates local musician has been that one supportive best friend to local artist after the fall out by badmouthing musician and actually uses it as an opportunity to commence gentrification by trying to outlaw loud music. The vote fails mind you because (here comes the lesson) even tho musican wasn’t a good friend then local artist is still her friend and friends allow friends to make mistakes and learn (not punish like princess was doing) even if she still doesn’t forgive her.

Also there was this whole subplot with musican and princess cats liking each other AND THEY GOT MARRIED THIS EPISODE LIKE FULL STOP MARRIED! And apparently that’s the plot for the next episode!

"THE CATS????? " "THE CATS." -quote from fresh and me

the gentrification of lalaloopsy land what the fuck?????

[sleepysimso]

I never post my personal gameplay on here but heres to trying new things. Current legacy making the moment all the more special! TW: Loss/PPD This is Brooke and Evan, childhood sweethearts who separated when Brooke lost her mum to rabbid rodent fever when she was just 17. With this loss she grew distant from Evan and eventually broke up with him. Her dad lost the house after he got fired due to his love of 'Juice'so when he moved into a trailer in strangerville she set off for San Myshuno in hopes of becoming an activist to help better the world, a passion she shared with her mum. During this time she had made friends, enemies and shared a few relationships which she never committed to, years pass by..Running into each-other again in San Myshuno almost as if it was fate. Evan has build himself up as a local celebrity musican, he and Brooke used to love to sing together even though Evan can't sing too well himself. Evan and Brooke reignited their old friendship which became complicated quickly, they still loved each other and Evan wasn't going to let her go this time. Evan proposed but what they both didn't realise while they were planning their wedding, Brooke was pregnant with not only one baby but two. When they found out they were both estatic but the wedding has been put on hold as they welcomed babies Harrison and Ivy into their world. Brooke is facing some post partumn depression at the moment and is going to counselling in secret. She wants to be the mother her mum was to her but feels she is letting her down. Hopefully things turn around soon as the babies are about to turn 2. Evan is holding it all together for them both!

[reddwarf93]

The real question is, what the hell was Marty's 3am science phone call, and how on earth did that lead to a lasting friendship between a teenage musican and the local disgraced nuclear physicist?

u know what we don't talk about enough

this. what does this mean?? '24 HR scientific services'?? what services? is he just for hire? is he a scientist for hire? what in the world do people hire their local disgraced nuclear physicist to do??

[im-always-the-problem-its-me]

good god, i make a lot of promises i just can't keep

i forgot about tumblr again and every time i feel myself falling into depression (probably depression...i don't know...i've only ever been diagnosed with "situational depression" following grief or some kind of trauma or whatever...i struggled with the 'i don't know why i feel this way for no reason' stuff since i was a teen, but honestly i had a reason then, i have reasons now...they're often the same...so i dunno...i just don't feel right at all lately) i remember that it exists and that it's a space to just spew whatever anonymously and i need that sometimes.

my journal is so shit lately. just a record keeping thing a la Virginia Woolf or something. i've been busy 'living'. doing the music writing thing i talked about during my last update (which was like 9 months ago!) i've been a 'working writer' again i think. i want to step back from the music scene stuff though because it's exhausting and i'm poor and can't always go out to see shows all the time. a lot are free but in bars or restaurants where i'd feel like a total dick if i didn't buy something and since i'm a public transport rider sometimes i have to plan long stays and a girl has got to eat which can get expensive as hell downtown. i'm also getting poems published, winning poetry contests (!) (I don't know how honestly) and working on a poetry book for a contest with a deadline approaching. (i'm not worried, i'm almost done even though i haven't looked at the manuscript in over a week...it will be sent in, and early...honestly, it will be) i'm giving readings, attending events, going to writing groups...you know....WORK

making promises again...there i go. i have to stop doing that. i should start being honest. 'yeah, i'll write you back...when i feel like it..." (it's nothing personal...sometimes i'm just like 'i'm in a mood and don't want to snail mail you a letter of woe and terror'....and yes i have a bunch of penpals all over and i love contributing to the dying art of mailing handwritten letters and receiving them) 'yeah, local musican, i'll come out and tour your home recording studio and do a write-up of it...as soon as i don't find it exhausting to leave my bed....oh and even while i'm in this bed...i'm still nodding off over books, notebooks. the laptop, the stupid fucking cell phone i contemplate throwing into the lake every other day...as soon as i feel like i don't want to crawl out of my skin...whenever that will be...time undetermined." that's honesty. i'm walking around thinking or saying out loud 'i don't know what's wrong with me' because i don't.

my mother is telling me maybe i'm going through 'the change of life'. When have i not been going through some 'change of life'? i dunno. my cycle got weird but i read that was probably because of my having cov*d (AGAIN!) and what can that virus NOT do, seriously? this last round was 'mild' i guess but goddammit i hate that fucking illness. every time i swear it takes years off of my life. it probably does. don't get me started on vacc**es. they obviously don't fucking work to prevent and i have no way of knowing 'would it be worse if i wasn't unvacc**ated?' like so many people feel like they need to ask me. no one can know...we're all the mercy of something we can't control. i know someone who lost someone to c*vid and they were vacc**ated so all that 'be a good person and get the jab' stuff was a fucking lie. try not to get sick. it's not your fault if you do either. don't let anyone make you feel like it's your fault you caught any kind of illness, EVER. all i know is that it SUCKS to have it. it's SCARY still. i hate it.

i hate a lot lately. my outlook is so bleak these days. i get in that whole 'what's the point of doing anything?' mode more often than i'd like. i'm tired of the entire internet either being some bigot cess pool or a bunch of 'do-gooders' trying to guilt everyone into sharing their delusion that they can 'save the world' with them. look, i can't. i can't save this place. i can't save you or anyone. i can barely survive. also, i don't give a fuck about your politics at all and no i'm not participating in any election ever again. you don't have enough time nor do you care to hear why. so don't ask. 'choose the best for right now'. ok, i'm choosing me and my sanity, then.

i'm reading books i've read dozens of times. wurtzel. frame. plath poetry. watching the same movies over and over again or watching every video this one girl on youtube ever made because i like her voice...i don't even care what she's talking about half the time...i can barely focus on it...but her voice soothes me and the things she does talk about that capture my attention, really do capture it. also can't stop listening to fall out boy, ethel cain, and joy division. on repeat. odd mix, but okay.

people have pain i can't do anything about but relate to and i hate that. others are so far away and growing even farther away. i hate that too. my 'childhood issues' keep coming back to the forefront of memory and i hate all that too. i didn't even realize how shitty a lot of it was that wasn't so obvious. like the obvious things were obvious...being physically ab*used, etc...but other things like being forced to sleep in a room with a rat in it, not because there was no other place to sleep (totally a spare bedroom with no one in it available) but because you let the rat in by winning this giant stuffed animal from a carnival that obviously had the rat living in it because there was this rat sized hole in it that no one noticed until it was too late. i'm like 9. unable to sleep because i hear that thing scurrying around for over a week before a trap finally caught it. terrified that it's going to bite me and give me some disease or something. i was even told when i did leave my room 'don't let that thing out of there'. i mean, really? now i'm terrified of every furry cute creature (except chipmunks, i love chipmunks) and don't even get me started on spiders. i hate summer for so many reasons but bugs and spiders is probably worse than the heat.

oh and yeah wtf. why is it still 80 degrees out? maybe i'm just impatient, and not actually depressed. (here i am, in denial again) i see that october is going to bring some actual autumn temps and maybe that will pull me out of the funk. or maybe i'm just fucked? i don't know.

i hate days when i try to write poems and it's all shit, which has been how i've felt about anything poetic i've attempted to write in the last week and a half. i was on such a roll. but hey i've got a shit ton to edit so whatever.

i think i can declare myself 'too old' for the internet anytime now. i want out of the social media shit but it's not practical right now especially since i'm getting all these opportunities. i just want tumblr. or maybe i want tumblr from 15 years ago? everything's changed.

i just need more self discipline. 'why am i scrolling this shit?' 'yes, WHY ARE YOU?' we did this to ourselves.

ok i'm getting blown up with texts from someone i actually want to chat with so there's another conundrum. communication with others is something i'm addicted to. i can only say that i'm glad i'm doing more face-to-face connecting than being glued to the handheld box day after day. but yeah, sometimes you just aren't able to see people all the time. ok, ok...i'm going to respond to these texts now...

baiii

[big-bad-shorty-king]

Local Stephen Stills (Scott Pilgrim) kinnie checks out Stephen Stills' (musican) music after like 7 years, it's p good

[analogadreams]

excited to post about this! i’m gonna be playing at a benefit in town in august!💜🖤

[tga-ines-soares]

Star Wars

Mos Espa market place on Tatooine

What was the Mos Espa?

The Mos Espa is a marketplace. The marketplace is located in the vast shopping area in the city of Mos Espa, a spacepot on the sun-scorched planet Tatooine. In the decades of the Galactic Republic, the marketplace was big and busy, with many shops and market stalls where various types of fruits, meat, and beverages could be bought.

The market was divided into several specialized quarters, some of which served the quotidian needs of the local inhabitants, while others housed engine mechanics, droid repairers, or even weapons dealer which is illegal In the Mos Espa market, there are many vendors there are cooling units near their products as a way of drawing potential customers from the hot, suffocating streets.

The year 32 BBY, Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, walked across the Mos Espa market, along with the Queen Padme Amidala, who is in disguise and Gungan named Jar Jar Binks. Binks suddenly got really hungrey, and the booth covered with gorgs for sale caught his eye. Sebulba, an angrey Dug who was eating at a table nearby, started to bully the he Gungan as revenge for the latter, inadvertently ruining his soup by spitting the gorg out into the bowl. Only the timely intervention of the Human Anakin Skywalker saved Binks from being severely beaten or even killed.

who sold the food of Mos Espa?

Among the food shops found on the marketplace were Gragra's gorgmonger booth, Akim's Munch outdoor café and Jira's fruits stall.

Gragra, a Swokes Swokesgorgmonger on Tatooine. Gorgmonger was the term applied to any sentient being who farmed and sold gorgs, such as gragra on the desert planet of Tatooine.

Akim's Munch was a street cafe Located in Mos Espa. Despite all the often serving undercooked and stringy food, that cafe had its regulars, incuding Sebulba, a renowned Podracer. Before his defeat in the Boonta Eve Classic, sebulba often hung out there, bragging of his victories to the delight of his fans. Quinlan Vos was sitting in the cafe in 32 BBY when Jar Jar Binks was attacked by Sebulba and Subsequently Saved by Anakin Skywalker. It was sometimes hosted a Birth band and the Jawa musican Tili Tili. Notable patrons were an ithorian, a Mon Calamari, a Morseerian, a being with two heads, and a brick red-coloured beaking being. Around the year 32 BBY, a young Jedi recruit visted the cantina to recored songs for the benfit of Anakin Sywalker.

[sadgxth]

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[devinrain]

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