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bongaboi · 8 years ago

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59th Annual Grammy Awards Winners Part 2

Country

Best Country Solo Performance

"My Church" – Maren Morris

"Love Can Go to Hell" – Brandy Clark

"Vice" – Miranda Lambert

"Church Bells" – Carrie Underwood

"Blue Ain't Your Color" – Keith Urban

Best Country Duo/Group Performance

"Jolene" – Pentatonix featuring Dolly Parton

"Different for Girls" – Dierks Bentley featuring Elle King

"21 Summer" – Brothers Osborne

"Setting the World on Fire" – Kenny Chesney & P!nk

"Think of You" – Chris Young with Cassadee Pope

Best Country Song

"Humble and Kind"

"Blue Ain't Your Color"

"Die a Happy Man"

"My Church"

"Vice"

Lori McKenna, songwriter (Tim McGraw)

Clint Lagerberg, Hillary Lindsey & Steven Lee Olsen, songwriters (Keith Urban)

Sean Douglas, Thomas Rhett & Joe Spargur, songwriters (Thomas Rhett)

busbee & Maren Morris, songwriters (Maren Morris)

Miranda Lambert, Shane McAnally & Josh Osborne, songwriters (Miranda Lambert)

Best Country Album

A Sailor's Guide to Earth – Sturgill Simpson

Big Day in a Small Town – Brandy Clark

Full Circle – Loretta Lynn

Hero – Maren Morris

Ripcord – Keith Urban

New Age

Best New Age Album

White Sun II – White Sun

Orogen – John Burke

Dark Sky Island – Enya

Inner Passion – Peter Kater & Tina Guo

Rosetta – Vangelis

Jazz

Best Improvised Jazz Solo

"I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" – John Scofield, soloist

"Countdown" – Joey Alexander, soloist

"In Movement" – Ravi Coltrane, soloist

"We See" – Fred Hersch, soloist

"I Concentrate on You" – Brad Mehldau, soloist

Best Jazz Vocal Album

Take Me to the Alley – Gregory Porter

Sound of Red – René Marie

Upward Spiral – Branford Marsalis Quartet with special guest Kurt Elling

Harlem on My Mind – Catherine Russell

The Sting Variations – The Tierney Sutton Band

Best Jazz Instrumental Album

Country for Old Men – John Scofield

Book of Intuition – Kenny Barron Trio

Dr. Um – Peter Erskine

Sunday Night at the Vanguard – The Fred Hersch Trio

Nearness – Joshua Redman & Brad Mehldau

Best Large Jazz Ensemble Album

Presidential Suite: Eight Variations on Freedom – Ted Nash Big Band

Real Enemies – Darcy James Argue's Secret Society

MONK'estra, Vol. 1 – John Beasley

Kaleidoscope Eyes: Music of the Beatles – John Daversa

All L.A. Band – Bob Mintzer

Best Latin Jazz Album

Tribute to Irakere: Live in Marciac – Chucho Valdés

Entre Colegas – Andy González

Madera Latino: A Latin Jazz Perspective on the Music of Woody Shaw – Brian Lynch & various artists

Canto América – Michael Spiro/Wayne Wallace La Orquesta Sinfonietta

30 – Trio Da Paz

Gospel/Contemporary Christian Music

Best Gospel Performance/Song

"God Provides" – Tamela Mann

"It's Alright, It's OK" – Shirley Caesar featuring Anthony Hamilton

"You're Bigger [Live]" – Jekalyn Carr

"Made a Way [Live]" – Travis Greene

"Better" – Hezekiah Walker

Kirk Franklin, songwriter

Stanley Brown & Courtney Rumble, songwriters

Allundria Carr, songwriter

Travis Greene, songwriter

Jason Clayborn, Gabriel Hatcher & Hezekiah Walker, songwriters

Best Contemporary Christian Music Performance/Song

"Thy Will" – Hillary Scott & The Scott Family

"Trust in You" – Lauren Daigle

"Priceless" – For King & Country

"King of the World" – Natalie Grant

"Chain Breaker" – Zach Williams

Bernie Herms, Hillary Scott & Emily Weisband, songwriters

Lauren Daigle, Michael Farren & Paul Mabury, songwriters

Benjamin Backus, Seth Mosley, Joel Smallbone, Luke Smallbone & Tedd Tjornhom, songwriters

Natalie Grant, Becca Mizell & Samuel Mizell, songwriters

Mia Fieldes, Jonathan Smith & Zach Williams, songwriters

Best Gospel Album

Losing My Religion – Kirk Franklin

Listen – Tim Bowman, Jr.

Fill This House – Shirley Caesar

A Worshipper's Heart [Live] – Todd Dulaney

Demonstrate [Live] – William Murphy

Best Contemporary Christian Music Album

Love Remains – Hillary Scott & The Scott Family

Poets & Saints – All Sons & Daughters

American Prodigal – Crowder

Be One – Natalie Grant

Youth Revival [Live] – Hillsong Young & Free

Best Roots Gospel Album

Hymns That Are Important to Us – Joey + Rory

Better Together – Gaither Vocal Band

Nature's Symphony in 432 – The Isaacs

Hymns and Songs of Inspiration – Gordon Mote

God Don't Never Change: The Songs of Blind Willie Johnson – (Various Artists); Jeffrey Gaskill, producer

Latin

Best Latin Pop Album

Un Besito Más – Jesse & Joy

Ilusión – Gaby Moreno

Similares – Laura Pausini

Seguir Latiendo – Sanalejo

Buena Vida – Diego Torres

Best Latin Rock, Urban or Alternative Album

iLevitable – ile

L.H.O.N. (La Humanidad o Nosotros) – Illya Kuryaki & The Valderamas

Buenaventura – La Santa Cecilia

Los Rakas – Los Rakas

Amor Supremo – Carla Morrison

Best Regional Mexican Music Album (Including Tejano)

Un Azteca en el Azteca, Vol. 1 (En Vivo) – Vicente Fernández

Raíces – Banda El Recodo de Cruz Lizárraga

Hecho a Mano – Joss Favela

Generación Maquinaria Est. 2006 – La Maquinaria Norteña

Tributo a Joan Sebastian y Rigoberto Alfaro – Mariachi Divas de Cindy Shea

Best Tropical Latin Album

Donde Están? – Jose Lugo & Guasábara Combo

Conexión – Fonseca

La Fantasia Homenaje a Juan Formell – Formell y Los Van Van

35 Aniversario – Grupo Niche

La Sonora Santanera en Su 60 Aniversario – Sonora Santanera

American Roots

Best American Roots Performance

"House of Mercy" – Sarah Jarosz

"Ain't No Man" – The Avett Brothers

"Mother's Children Have a Hard Time" – The Blind Boys of Alabama

"Factory Girl" – Rhiannon Giddens

"Wreck You" – Lori McKenna

Best American Roots Song

"Kid Sister"

"Alabama at Night"

"City Lights"

"Gulfstream"

"Wreck You"

Vince Gill, songwriter (The Time Jumpers)

Robbie Fulks, songwriter (Robbie Fulks)

Jack White, songwriter (Jack White/The White Stripes)

Eric Adcock & Roddie Romero, songwriters (Roddie Romero and the Hub City All-Stars)

Lori McKenna & Felix McTeigue, songwriters (Lori McKenna)

Best Americana Album

This Is Where I Live – William Bell

True Sadness – The Avett Brothers

The Cedar Creek Sessions – Kris Kristofferson

The Bird and the Rifle – Lori McKenna

Kid Sister – The Time Jumpers

Best Bluegrass Album

Coming Home – O'Connor Band with Mark O'Connor

Original Traditional – Blue Highway

Burden Bearer – Doyle Lawson & Quicksilver

The Hazel and Alice Sessions – Laurie Lewis & The Right Hands

North by South – Claire Lynch

Best Traditional Blues Album

Porcupine Meat – Bobby Rush

Can't Shake the Feeling – Lurrie Bell

Live at the Greek Theatre – Joe Bonamassa

Blues & Ballads (A Folksinger's Songbook: Volumes I & II) – Luther Dickinson

The Soul of Jimmie Rodgers – Vasti Jackson

Best Contemporary Blues Album

The Last Days of Oakland – Fantastic Negrito

Love Wins Again – Janiva Magness

Bloodline – Kenny Neal

Give It Back to You – The Record Company

Everybody Wants a Piece – Joe Louis Walker

Best Folk Album

Undercurrent – Sarah Jarosz

Silver Skies Blue – Judy Collins & Ari Hest

Upland Stories – Robbie Fulks

Factory Girl – Rhiannon Giddens

Weighted Mind – Sierra Hull

Best Regional Music Album

E Walea – Kalani Pe'a

Broken Promised Land – Barry Jean Ancelet & Sam Broussard

It's a Cree Thing – Northern Cree

Gulfstream – Roddie Romero and the Hub City All-Stars

I Wanna Sing Right: Rediscovering Lomax in the Evangeline Country – (Various Artists); Joshua Caffery & Joel Savoy, producers

Reggae

Best Reggae Album

Ziggy Marley – Ziggy Marley

Sly & Robbie Presents... Reggae For Her – Devin Di Dakta & J.L

Rose Petals – J Boog

Everlasting – Raging Fyah

Falling Into Place – Rebelution

SOJA: Live in Virginia – SOJA

World Music

Best World Music Album

Sing Me Home – Yo-Yo Ma & The Silk Road Ensemble

Destiny – Celtic Woman

Walking in the Footsteps of Our Fathers – Ladysmith Black Mambazo

Land of Gold – Anoushka Shankar

Dois Amigos, Um Século de Música: Multishow Live – Caetano Veloso & Gilberto Gil

Children

Best Children's Album

Infinity Plus One – Secret Agent 23 Skidoo

Explorer of the World – Frances England

Novelties – Recess Monkey

Press Play – Brady Rymer And The Little Band That Could

Saddle Up – The Okee Dokee Brothers

Spoken Word

Best Spoken Word Album

(includes Poetry, Audio Books and Storytelling)

In Such Good Company: Eleven Years of Laughter, Mayhem, and Fun in the Sandbox – Carol Burnett

The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo – Amy Schumer

M Train – Patti Smith

Under the Big Black Sun: A Personal History of L.A.Punk (John Doe with Tom DeSavia) – (Various Artists)

Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink – Elvis Costello

Comedy

Best Comedy Album

Talking for Clapping – Patton Oswalt

...America...Great... – David Cross

American Myth – Margaret Cho

Boyish Girl Interrupted – Tig Notaro

Live at the Apollo – Amy Schumer

Musical Theatre

Best Musical Theater Album

The Color Purple – Danielle Brooks, Cynthia Erivo & Jennifer Hudson, principal soloists; Stephen Bray, Van Dean, Frank Filipetti, Roy Furman, Joan Raffe, Scott Sanders & Jhett Tolentino, producers; (Stephen Bray, Brenda Russell & Allee Willis, composers/lyricists) (New Broadway Cast)

Bright Star – Carmen Cusack, principal soloist; Jay Alix, Peter Asher & Una Jackman, producers; Steve Martin, composer; Edie Brickell, composer & lyricist (Original Broadway Cast)

Fiddler on the Roof – Danny Burstein, principal soloist; Louise Gund, David Lai & Ted Sperling, producers; (Jerry Bock, composer; Sheldon Harnick, lyricist) (2016 Broadway Cast)

Kinky Boots – Killian Donnelly & Matt Henry, principal soloists; Sammy James, Jr., Cyndi Lauper, Stephen Oremus & William Wittman, producers; (Cyndi Lauper, composer & lyricist) (Original West End Cast)

Waitress – Jessie Mueller, principal soloist; Neal Avron, Sara Bareilles & Nadia DiGiallonardo, producers; Sara Bareilles, composer & lyricist (Original Broadway Cast)

Music for Visual Media

Best Compilation Soundtrack for Visual Media

Miles Ahead – (Miles Davis & Various Artists)

Amy – (Various Artists)

Straight Outta Compton – (Various Artists)

Suicide Squad (Collector's Edition) – (Various Artists)

Vinyl: The Essentials Season 1 – (Various Artists)

Steve Berkowitz, Don Cheadle & Robert Glasper, compilation producers

Salaam Remi & Mark Ronson, compilation producers

O'Shea Jackson & Andre Young, compilation producers

Mike Caren, Darren Higman & Kevin Weaver, compilation producers

Stewart Lerman, Randall Poster & Kevin Weaver, compilation producers

Best Score Soundtrack for Visual Media

Star Wars: The Force Awakens – John Williams, composer

Bridge of Spies – Thomas Newman, composer

Quentin Tarantino's The Hateful Eight – Ennio Morricone, composer

The Revenant – Alva Noto & Ryuichi Sakamoto, composers

Stranger Things Volume 1 – Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein, composers

Stranger Things Volume 2 – Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein, composers

Best Song Written for Visual Media

"Can't Stop the Feeling!" – Max Martin, Shellback & Justin Timberlake, songwriters (performed by Justin Timberlake, Anna Kendrick, Gwen Stefani, James Corden, Zooey Deschanel, Walt Dohrn, Ron Funches, Caroline Hjelt, Aino Jawo, Christopher Mintz-Plasse & Kunal Nayyar)

"Heathens" – Tyler Joseph, songwriter (performed by Twenty One Pilots)

"Just Like Fire" – Oscar Holter, Max Martin, P!nk & Shellback, songwriters (performed by P!nk)

"Purple Lamborghini" – Shamann Cooke, Sonny Moore & William Roberts, songwriters (performed by Skrillex & Rick Ross)

"Try Everything" – Mikkel S. Eriksen, Sia Furler & Tor Erik Hermansen, songwriters (performed by Shakira)

"The Veil" – Peter Gabriel, songwriter (performed by Peter Gabriel)

Composing

Best Instrumental Composition

"Spoken at Midnight"

"Bridge of Spies (End Title)"

"The Expensive Train Set (An Epic Sarahnade for Big Band)"

"Flow"

"L'Ultima Diligenza Di Red Rock – Verisione Integrale"

Ted Nash, composer (Ted Nash Big Band)

Thomas Newman, composer (Thomas Newman)

Tim Davies, composer (Tim Davies Big Band)

Alan Ferber, composer (Alan Ferber Nonet)

Ennio Morricone, composer (Ennio Morricone)

Arranging

Best Arrangement, Instrumental or A Cappella

You and I

Ask Me Now

Good 'Swing' Wenceslas

Linus & Lucy

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

We Three Kings

Jacob Collier, arranger (Jacob Collier)

John Beasley, arranger (John Beasley)

Sammy Nestico, arranger (The Count Basie Orchestra)

Christian Jacob, arranger (The Phil Norman Tentet)

John Daversa, arranger (John Daversa)

Ted Nash, arranger (Jazz At Lincoln Center Orchestra With Wynton Marsalis)

Best Arrangement, Instruments and Vocals

Flintstones

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Do You Want to Know a Secret

The Music

Somewhere (Dirty Blvd) (Extended Version)

Jacob Collier, arranger (Jacob Collier)

Gordon Goodwin, arranger (Gordon Goodwin's Big Phat Band Featuring Take 6)

John Daversa, arranger (John Daversa Featuring Renee Olstead)

Alan Broadbent, arranger (Kristin Chenoweth)

Billy Childs & Larry Klein, arrangers (Lang Lang Featuring Lisa Fischer & Jeffrey Wright)

Packaging

Best Recording Package

Blackstar

Anti (Deluxe Edition)

Human Performance

Sunset Motel

22, A Million

Jonathan Barnbrook, art director (David Bowie)

Ciarra Pardo & Robyn Fenty, art directors (Rihanna)

Andrew Savage, art director (Parquet Courts)

Sarah Dodds & Shauna Dodds, art directors (Reckless Kelly)

Eric Timothy Carlson, art director (Bon Iver)

Best Boxed or Special Limited Edition Package

Edith Piaf 1915–2015

401 Days

I Like It When You Sleep, For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It

Paper Wheels (Deluxe Limited Edition)

Tug of War (Deluxe Edition)

Gérard Lo Monaco, art director (Edith Piaf)

Jonathan Dagan & Mathias Høst Normark, art directors (J.Views)

Samuel Burgess-Johnson & Matthew Healy, art directors (The 1975)

Matt Taylor, art director (Trey Anastasio)

Simon Earith & James Musgrave, art directors (Paul McCartney)

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firstdraftpod · 6 years ago

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Ambition and Acceptance with D.C. Pierson

First Draft Episode #202: D.C. Pierson

D.C. Pierson, comedian, writer, filmmaker and author of The Boy Who Couldn’t Sleep and Never Had To and Crap Kingdom, and co-writer and star of indie comedy movie Mystery Team, talks about getting more vulnerable with age, using his fiction to explore the gap between what we expect of the world and what turns out to be true, and being sick of not finishing things.

Links and Topics Mentioned In This Episode

Dan Eckman and Meggie McFadden are two comedians D.C. has worked with for years, in part on an adaptation of D.C.’s first book, The Boy Who Couldn’t Sleep and Never Had To

D.C. loved the cover of his dad’s copy of Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

Rubber Soul was the one Beatles album D.C.’s family had on cassette or CD

In conjunction with the documentary The Beatles Anthology, detailed compilations of Beatles ephemera were released in three double-CD sets: Anthology 1, Anthology 2, and Anthology 3. D.C. listened to these more than the regular Beatles albums, which means he listened to a lot of alternate versions of songs and random studio chatter. He credits that with jumpstarting much of his curiosity as a storyteller.

While D.C. attended the Rita and Burton Goldberg School of Dramatic Writing at NYU’s Tisch Institute of Performing Arts, one of his teachers was Charlie Rubin, who wrote for Seinfeld and In Living Color, and was a showrunner for Law & Order: Criminal Intent

Derick was D.C.’s improv group which formed at NYU, made up of D.C. Pierson, Dominic Dierkes, Donald Glover, Dan Eckman, and Maggie McFadden

Mystery Team was a fully independently-made movie that the Derick Comedy group made, which had a screening at Sundance, and led the group to move to Los Angeles

Upright Citizens Brigade improv theater is where D.C. honed his comedy and performing chops during and after college

The concept for Mystery Team is basically: what if characters from Encyclopedia Brown never really grew out of their idealized, 1950s childhood, and kept trying to solve crimes?

Donald shared what he learned writing for 30 Rock (with Tina Fey, Robert Carlock, Matt Hubbard, Kay Cannon) with his Derick Comedy friends to help them write a tight script for Mystery Team

Nathan Rabin, who wrote for The A.V. Club at the time, wrote a glowing review there for Mystery Team that D.C. credits with helping the movie gain momentum

A passing encouraging comment from comedian, actor, writer, and musician Eliza Skinner gave D.C. the boost he needed to start writing a book

Dianne McGunigle, manager and a producer of Atlanta, was D.C. agent at the time that he wrote a first draft of The Boy Who Couldn’t Sleep… and she read it quickly, a favor for which D.C. is forever grateful

Gerry Howard, who edited David Foster Wallace’s The Broom of the System and Girl with Curious Hair, as well as Hanya Yanagihara’s A Little Life, was the editor D.C. worked with for The Boy Who Couldn’t Sleep… D.C. was starstruck to be going to the offices where Sloane Crosley—essayist and writer known for I Was Told There’d Be Cake, How Did You Get This Number and her newest, Look Alive Out There—also worked.

The Los Angeles Times gave The Boy Who Couldn’t Sleep… a lovely review

D.C. was inspired by psychologist Carol Dweck’s book, Mindset: The New Psychology of Success

One of D.C.’s favorite English teachers sent him Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham provided a quote that summed up what he likes to explore in all his writing

To me, Crap Kingdom is asking, “What if Lord of the Rings was deeply uncool?”

Stephen King’s On Writing is one of the writing books that has inspired D.C. in his fiction process

One of D.C.’s earliest imrpov teachers, Owen Burke, referred to the following passage from Tom Stoppard’s Arcadia, on the endurance of human thought and creation: “We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?”

D.C. sometimes teaches at Writing Pad, a writing program offered online and in L.A./S.F.

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bartcassiman · 7 years ago

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Bart Cassiman (°1961), freelance-curator, art critic and editor, is an art historian and studied press- and communication sciences at the Ghent University (1979-1984).

Early Years

He was the project-leader of the exhibition Initatief 86 which took place in the St. Pieters Abbey and the Museum of Contemporary Art of Ghent in 1986. This was an exhibition on Belgian art for which Kasper König, Jan Hoet, Jean-Hubert Martin and Gosse Oosterhof made the selection. The exhibition included a.o. works by Chantal Akerman, Guillaume Bijl, Jacques Charlier, Luc Deleu, Lili Dujourie, Jef Geys, René Heyvaert, Raoul De Keyser, Marie-Jo Lafontaine, Panamarenko, Guy Rombouts, Walter Swennen, Narcisse Tordoir, Jan Vercruysse and Didier Vermeiren,… 1

From September 1986 until the end of 1988, Bart Cassiman was curator for Contemporary Art at the Palais des Beaux-Arts (BOZAR) in Brussels where he organized (in collaboration with the director Jan Debbaut) several exhibitions of contemporary art (Gilbert & George, John Baldessari, Didier Vermeiren, Narcisse Tordoir, Claes Oldenburg, Art & Language, Luciano Fabro, Per Kirkeby, Jan Vercruysse,…)

Curatorial Practice

As a free-lance curator he organized several exhibitions between 1989 and 1991. Amongst others:

Rombouts and Tordoir, Douglas Hyde Gallery, Dublin, 1989.

Noli me tangere - with Lili Dujourie and Cristina Iglesias, Locus Solus - Genova, Italy, 1990.

De Pictura - an exhibition on motive and alibi in the painting of Herbert Brandl, Helmut Dorner, John Murphy, Mitja Tušek, Narcisse Tordoir and Walter Swennen - Bruges La Morte, Bruges, 1990.

The solo-exhibitions of Lili Dujourie, Kunstverein, Bonn, 1989; Le Magasin, Grenoble, 1990.2

Espacio Mental with René Daniëls, Thierry De Cordier, Isa Genzken, Cristina Iglesias, Thomas Schütte and Jan Vercruysse at Valencia, IVAM-El Carme in 1991 was his first major group show and has made Cassimans name as a particular exhibition maker. The exhibition contained about 80 works, was complex and layered so that the different interrelations between the artworks became almost endless.3

He has been a member of the Jury of the Mies van der Rohe Stipendium, Krefeld (1990-1995) and also of the program-commission of the Appel Foundation, Amsterdam (1989-1993).

Bart Cassiman’s reputation became really established when he has been the project-leader of the section Contemporary Visual Art of Antwerp 93, European Capital of Culture. For this temporary organization he realized three major projects which differed in terms of intent and content.

For the Middelheim Museum he invited ten artists (Per Kirkeby, Richard Deacon, Panamarenko, Thomas Schütte, Juan Muñoz, Matt Mullican, Bernd Lohaus, Harald Klingelhöller, Didier Vermeiren, Isa Genzken) to make a work, which was bought by Antwerp 93 for the permanent collection. Those sculptures are nowadays considered as masterpieces and several of them the eyecatchers of the Middelheim Museum. They were placed on Middelheim Low, which became by doing so the section of contemporary art of the museum. A section invented by Cassiman and realized with the support of Bob Cools (The Mayor), Eric Antonis (the intendant of Antwerp 93) and Hans Nieuwdorp (the director of the Art Historical Museums of the City of Antwerp). This project became known as New Sculptures.4

For the first time, the Royal Museum of Fine Arts hosted contemporary artists who gave form to entwining of remembrance and imagination in the creative process. This project (exhibition and book), The Sublime Void (on the memory of the imagination), can be considered as his ‘pièce de résistance’, included the artists Jean-Marc Bustamante, Jan Vercruysse, Rachel Whiteread, Juan Muñoz, Niek Kemps, John Murphy, Mitja Tušek, Gerhard Richter, Michelangelo Pistoletto, Luc Tuymans, Robert Gober, Cristina Iglesias, Harald Klingelhöller, Didier Vermeiren, Thomas Schütte, Ettore Spalletti, Luciano Fabro, Jeff Wall, Jannis Kounellis, René Daniëls, Franz West, Fortuyn/O'Brien, James Welling, Lili Dujourie and Thierry De Cordier. The accompanying publication contains texts, essays, poems etc. by a.o. Adorno, Augustinus, Baudelaire, Benjamin, Blanchot, Borges, Broch, Canetti, Handke, Hölderlin, Kafka, Kristeva, Musil, Michelangelo, Nietzsche, Pascal, Proust, Rilke, Valery, Wenders, Wordsworth… It has been rewarded with the Gouden penning van Plantijn-Moretus, an award for the best book published in 1993.5

For the third project, he invited after conscientiously research and several workshops three colleagues-curators (Iwona Blazwick, Yves Aupetitallot and Carolyn-Christov Bakargiev) to make an exhibition with artists from different cultural backgrounds to produce a new work in the extended M HKA. The for a long time underestimated exhibition On taking a normal situation and translating it into overlapping and multiple readings of conditions past and present which included at that time a few quite well-known artists (such as Jimmy Durham, Mark Dion, Eugenio Dittborn, Judith Barry and Renée Green) in combination with a lot of artists who were at the beginning of their public life and have since then co- determined the international discourse for years (Maria Eichhorn, Zarina Bhimji, Ann Veronica Janssens, Andrea Fraser,…)6

From 1994 until 1998 he was member of the advisory-committee of the Middelheim Museum, Antwerp.

In 1995 he realized an exhibition with Dora García, Dianne Hagen, Gert Verhoeven, Lisa May Post, Anne-Marie Schneider and Stephen Wilks, at Galerie Nelson, Paris. In the same year he co-ordinated the project Arte Habitable with Alicia Framis. He wrote the essay for the catalogue which he edited too.7

In 1997 Bart Cassiman curated the exhibition and edited the publication Green Easter (with Dianne Hagen, Carla Klein, Aglaia Konrad, Peter Rogiers, Stephen Wilks and Robert Suermondt) at the Museum Dhondt-Dhaenens, Deurle.8 He wrote a substantial essay on the work of Lili Dujourie and edited the catalogue and curated the show at Lisson Gallery, London. 9

At the Rijksakademie in Amsterdam he curated the Open Studio’s 1997. This project included more than 50 young artists, such as Carlos Amorales, Emmanuelle Antille, Lise Baggesen, Maura Biava, Franck Bragigand, Jeroen Eisinga, Meshac Gaba, Winneke Gartz, Mark Hosking, Runa Islam, Saskia Janssen, Moshekwa Aaron Langa, Fang Lijun, Els Opsomer, Ebru Özseçen, Anne Van der Plas, De Rijke/De Rooij, Emmanuel Ropers, Dierk Schmidt, Tim Stoner, Tomoko Take, Fiona Tan, Hermann Terrier, Claire Todd, Vera Weisgerber, Edwin Zwakman,…

At the end of 1997 he organized also two exhibitions with the Belgian painter Jan Van Imschoot. In Hasselt (Provinciaal Museum) he curated his first painting overview. In Amsterdam (Artbook) he curated an exhibition on drawings.

In 1998 he organized his - till today - last exhibition: Privacy: Tuymans – Balka for Serralves, Porto.10

In 2000 he was responsible for the Flemish selection for the Milano Europa 2000 project. The selected artists were: Marie José Burki, Jan Van Imschoot and Gert Verhoeven.

Art Critic

Bart Cassiman is also active as a free-lance art-critic, having written essays for catalogues on a.o. René Daniëls, Raoul De Keyser, Harald Klingelhöller, Lili Dujourie, Cristina Iglesias, Jan Vercruysse, Thierry De Cordier, Paul Robbrecht, Walter Swennen, Narcisse Tordoir, Henk Visch, Guy Rombouts, Dianne Hagen, Peter Rogiers, Stephen Wilks, Juan Muñoz, Thomas Schütte, Isa Genzken, Alica Framis, Robert Suermondt, Aglaia Konrad, Carla Klein,… and several articles for international art-magazines (Flash Art, Kunst & Museumjournaal, Meta, Artefactum, Kunst Nu and Metropolis M), about art policy and specific subjects related to art.

In 1989 he edited the first small monography De architectuur en het beeld (The Architecture and the Image) on the work of the architects Paul Robbrecht/Hilde Daem.11 In 1995 he did the same on the work of Thierry De Cordier with a text of Stefan Hertmans.12

In 1996/1997 he is a member of the staff of editors of DWB (Dietsche Warande en Belfort), an important magazine on literature. For this he edited a special number (DWB 6/97) on Juan Muñoz.13

Educational Parcours

On the level of education, Bart Cassiman has been, besides for almost a decade (1989 – 1998) tutor at the Rijksakademie, Amsterdam, a guest-lecturer at the Appel Foundation in Amsterdam and Le Magasin in Grenoble (for the curator training which is organized by those institutes), at Sotheby’s London (educational studies for future artworld-professionals) and at P.A.R.T.S., the institute for dance founded by Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker of Rosas.

Since 1985 he participated at many lectures, symposiums and workshops on the subject of contemporary art organised by different museums, art institutions and galleries. amongst others in Geneva he participated at the symposium La possibilité de l'art. Où commence, où finit l'art dans le monde de l'art contemporain (25-26 February 1989, Centre d'Art Contemporain Genève|Centre d'art contemporain) and in Stuttgart at A new spirit in curating (25-26 January 1992, Künstlerhaus). He was a member of the studygroup which prepared the symposium Writing about art (1991, Van Abbe Museum, Eindhoven). At the occasion of the publication Art, gallery, exhibition. The gallery as a vehicle for art, edited by gallery Andriesse and De Balie, Amsterdam, he took part in the symposiums organized in Amsterdam (7 September 1996), Rotterdam (8 September 1996) and Antwerp (8 October 1996). In Brussels (25-26 October 1996) he participated at the colloquium Art et commande publics, organized by Encore Bruxelles.

The Absent Museum.

From 1989 until 2000 he was responsible for the BACOB bank collection of contemporary art. The collection contained at the end about 180 works of around 40 different international artists, a.o. Stan Douglas, Franz West, Herbert Brandl, Lili Dujourie, Cristina Iglesias, Thomas Schütte, Harald Klingelhöller, Allan McCollum, Narcisse Tordoir, Helmut Dorner, Luc Tuymans, Jan Fabre, Bazilebustamante, Jean-Marc Bustamante, Thierry De Cordier, James Welling, Juan Muñoz, Jan Vercruysse, Mitja Tušek, Gert Verhoeven, Stephen Wilks, Dianne Hagen, Jan Van Imschoot, Robert Suermondt, Carla Klein, Niek Kemps, Alicia Framis, Isa Genzken, Ebru Özseçen, Gregor Schneider, Valerie Mannaerts, Bjarne Melgaard, Mike Kelley, Carlos Amorales, Miroslav Balka.

Due to a severe illness Bart Cassiman was forced to stop all his professional activities at the end of the nineties. Without any doubt one can say that he was one of the most active and energized persons of the artworld between the mid-eigthies and the end of the nineties. With colleagues such as Saskia Bos, Ulrich Loock, Julian Heynen, Dennis Zacharopoulos and a few others he was responsible for the visualization of a generation by making exhibitions and writing texts and convincing many museums and collectors to buy their works.

The bank for which he collected more than a decade bought as a result of his engagement and advise the well-known Vanderborght building in the heart of Brussels, at the end of the nineties. Everything was prepared to open the first private (corporate) museum on this scale in Western Europe. The opening was planned for the spring of 2002. But because the engine of this whole operation fell silent the project died a quiet dead. Big parts of the collection were sold and so stays the capital of Europe deprived of an urgently needed Museum of Contemporary Art…

References.

Cassiman, Bart; Martin, Jean-Hubert; König, Kasper; Oosterhof, Gosse; Hoet, Jan (1986). Initiatief 1986. Gent, Belgium: Imschoot.

Cassiman, Bart (1989). Lili Dujourie. Grenoble: Centre national d'art contemporain.

Cassiman, Bart (1991). Espacio mental. Valencia: Generalitat Valenciana.

Pauwels, Hilde (1993). Nieuwe beelden : Openluchtmuseum voor Beeldhouwkunst Middelheim. Antwerpen: Antwerpen.

Cassiman, Bart; Ramael, Greet; Vande Veire, Frank (1993). The sublime void : on the memory of the imagination. Ghent: Ludion.

Cassiman, Bart (1993). On taking a normal situation … Antwerpen: Antwerpen 1993 v.z.w. / Museum van Hedendaagse Kunst, Antwerpen.

Cassiman, Bart (1995). Arte Habitable. Amsterdam.

Cassiman, Bart (1997). Green Easter. Museum Dhondt-Dhaenens. Deurle: Museum Dhondt-Dhaenens.

Dujourie, Lili; Cassiman, Bart (1997). Lili Dujourie. London: Lisson Gallery.

Ramos, Maria (1998). Privacy : Luc Tuymans/Miroslaw Balka. Porto, Portugal: Fundação de Serralves.

Cassiman, Bart (1989). Paul Robbrecht Hilde Daem. De architectuur en het beeld. Antwerpen: deSingel.

Hertmans, Stefan (1995). Eenzaamheid op de marktplaats. Over het werk van Thierry De Cordier. Brussel: Hayen.

Cassiman, Bart (December 1997). “Juan Muñoz”. Dietsche Warande & Belfort. N°6.> Further Reading

Primary sources.

Cassiman, Bart. “The pictorial diversity of a generation”. 6 Young Flemish Artists. Dirk De Bruycker, Walter Swennen, Philippe Tonnard, Narcisse Tordoir, Hans Vandekerckhove, Philippe Vandenberg. Washington: Art Society of The International Monetary Fund (1986).

Cassiman, Bart. “«Farbzustände» von Raoul De Keyser”. Guillaume Bijl, Jan Vercruysse, Lili Dujourie, Raoul De Keyser. Bern: Kunsthalle Bern (1986).

Cassiman, Bart. “Einigie (möglische) Überlegungen zum Niederschlag von René Daniëls’ amüsiertem Umgang mit der Wirklichkeit in Wort und Bild”. Daniëls. Bern: Kunsthalle Bern (1987).

Cassiman, Bart. “L'Oeuvre au Noir”. Flash Art. N°146 May / June 1989.

Cassiman, Bart. Harald Klingelhöller. Eindhoven: Stedelijk Van Abbemuseum; London: The Whitechapel Art Gallery (1990).

Cassiman, Bart. “Alzumeazume or La Musee Amusée”. Kunst & Museumjournaal. N° 5 1990.

Cassiman, Bart. “Images and their effects: Imagination in the plural” Walter Swennen. Heerlen: Stadsgalerij (1990).

Cassiman, Bart. Cristina Iglesias. Amsterdam: De Appel (1990).

Cassiman, Bart. “Propos sur le maître de schoorisse” L'Art en Belgique. Flandre et Wallonie au XXe Siècle. Un point de vue. Paris: Musée d'Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris (1991).

Cassiman, Bart. “Het relaas van een wanhoop: over de meester van Schoorisse. Thierry De Cordier” Kunst & Museumjournaal. N°5 (1992).

Cassiman, Bart “Necessary but not urgent” Pose. N°9 Spring / Summer 1993.

Cassiman, Bart. “Lili Dujourie” Kunst in België na 1980. Brussel: Koninklijke Musea voor Schone Kunsten van België (1993).

Cassiman, Bart. “Jan Vercruysse” Kunst in België na 1980. Brussel: Koninklijke Musea voor Schone Kunsten van België (1993).

Cassiman, Bart (a.o.) “Middelheim, 1995+…” De WItte Raaf. N°58, November-December 1995.

Cassiman, Bart. “Par amour de l'art” De Morgen. 1 December 1995.

Cassiman, Bart. “The same again, but different” L&B (Lier en Boog). Series of Philiosophy of Art and Art Theory. Volume 13 (1998).

Cassiman, Bart. “Adieu Chantal” Knack Focus. 10 October 2015.

Secondary sources.

Early Years.

Waterschoot, Hector. “Een hete, artistieke zomer. Gentse musea en galerijen brengen een monsterprojekt : Initiatief 86” Knack. 18 June 1986.

Van Den Abeele, Lieven. “Initiatief 86. Alleen visitekaartje van Belgische kunst” De Standaard. 27 June 1986.

Gillemon, Danièle. “L'art contemporain à Gand: une abondance d'expositions pour vous édifier ou vous achever !” Le Soir. 25 July 1986.

Meuris, Jacques. “«Initiatief 86» : Gand au carrefour de l'art contemporain” La Libre Belgique. 11 July 1986.

De Baere, Bart. “Het is geen diktaat over Belgische Kunst” Special Knack Magazine. (1986).

De Zutter, “Initiatief '86 of hoe een mug een olifant baarde” De Morgen. 21 June 1986.

Curatorial Practice.

Borka, Max “Lili Dujourie in het Bonner Kunstverein. Fluweel en schone schijn. Verdwaalde rekwisieten op zoek naar een auteur.” De Morgen. 28 December 1989.

Favet, Catherine. “Lili Dujourie” Art Press. October 1990.

Bost, Bernadette. “Velours et marbres de Lili Dujourie” Le Monde. 11 July 1990.

Braet, Jan. “Moord in de galerie” Knack. 18 July 1990.

De Cecco, Emanuela. “Lily Dujourie, Cristina Iglesias. Locus Solus” Flash Art. April / May (1991).

Borka, Max. “'Espacio Mental’ in Valencia. De nazaten van de Heilige Hiëronymus” De Morgen. 31 May 1991.

Penxten, Stéphane. “L'imagination au pouvoir” La Libre Belgique. 12 June 1991.

Cortés, José Miguel G. “Los estratos de la mente. Seis artistas europeos en Valencia” El Pais. 1 June 1991.

Jarque, Vicente. “Moradas del arte. El Centre del Carme acoge una muestra colectiva bajo el título de Espacio mental” Cultura. June 1991.

Middendorp, Jan. “Ver van de dolle menigte” Knack. 26 June 1991.

Lambrecht, Luk. “Mental Space” Forum International. N° 10, November 1991.

Entrop, Pieter. “Bart Cassiman” Metropolis M. N° 4 1991.

Braet, Jan. “Antwerpen '93. Het ideale museum” Knack. 10 March 1993.

Van Den Bergh, Jos. “Bart Cassiman on his show "The Sublime Void”“ Forum International. N°18 May / August 1993.

Gillemon, Danieèle. "Le Deuxième Souffle du Middelheim” Le Soir. 9 June 1993.

Braet, Jan. “Antwerpen '93. Als op een zomernacht. Nieuwe Beelden voor Middelheim” Knack. N°24 1993.

Lubbers, Frank. “Nieuwe Beelden” Metropolis M. N° 4 1993.

Van Mulders, Wim “Nieuwe beelden voor het Middelheim” Muziek & Woord. June 1993.

Turine, Roger Pierre. “Le Middelheim contemporain” La Libre Belgique. 11 June 1993.

McFadden, Sarah. “Sculpture garden sprouting new works. The Middelheim museum enjoys a breath of fresh air” The Bulletin. 24 June 1993.

S.N. “Kirkebys store skulptur/hus” Politiken Sǿndag. 18 July 1993.

Van der Geer, Cees. “Herwaardering van een beeldenpark” Haagse Courant. 19 July 1993.

Montón, Carmen. “Amberes y Lisboa planean ceder parte de la capitalidad cultural europea a Sarajevo” La Vanguardia. 25 July 1993.

Bracke, Eric. “Hedendaagse kunst in Antwerpen: 'Het sublieme gemis’. Met andere woorden” De Morgen. 30 July 1993.

Chauvy, Laurence. “Expositions à Anvers. L'imagination et sa mémoire / La surprise est dans le parc” Journal de Genève et Gazette de Lausanne. 31 July 1993.

Braet, Jan. “Antwerpen '93. De Lege Ruimte” Knack. 4 August 1993.

Borka, Max. “Letter from Antwerp” The Bulletin. 5 August 1993.

Depondt, Paul. “Dingen waarvan de tijd nog niet is aangebroken” De Volkskrant. 6 August 1993.

Romare, Kristian. “Skulptur for skulpturer” Information. 6 August 1993.

Von Radziewsky, Elke. “Der geliehene Sinn” Die Zeit. 6 August 1993.

Van der Geer, Cees. “Kunstwerken als toekomstige dingen” Haagse Courant. 18 August 1993.

Braet, Jan. “In de maag van geest” Knack. 18 August 1993.

Braudeau, Michel. “L'Anvers de l'art” Le Monde. 21 August 1993.

Muller, Robert-Jan. “Tien nieuwe beelden in Middelheim” Archis. September 1993.

Marcelis, Bernard. “Le Manque Sublime” Art e Culture. September 1993.

Puvogel, Renate. “The Sublime Void” Kunstforum. September 1993.

Barten, Walter. “Doorbroken concepten. Twee boeiende exposities in culturele hoofdstad Antwerpen93” Het Financieele Dagblad. 4 September 1993.

Vonck, Bart. “Hun tijd is nog niet aangebroken. Tentoonstelling 'Het Sublieme Gemis’” Markant. N°35 10 September 1993.

Lebovici, Elisabeth “L'Anvers du décor” Libération. 18 September 1993.

Bouman, Ole. “Talent voor de ultieme leegte” De Groene Amsterdammer. 22 September 1993.

Braet, Jan. “Tegen de nieuwe schoolmeesters” Knack. (1993).

Lambrecht, Luk. “Over een drieluik” Antwerpen 93. (1993).

Ruyters, Marc. “Afsluiting van drieluik in het MUHKA. Ook beeldende kunst weet het antwoord niet” Financieel Economische Tijd. 25 September 1993.

Wilson, Andrew. “Antwerp 93” Art Monthly. November 1993.

Lambrecht, Luk. “Antwerp 93” Flash Art. November / December 1993.

Bracke, Eric. “De versnipperde archipel” De Morgen. 14 February 1997.

Borka, Max. “Groene Pasen bloemleest kunst uit schemerzones” De Standaard. 15 February 1997.

Braet, Jan. “Eros en Narcis in hun eerste bloei” Knack. 26 February 1997.

Barten, Walter. “Eigenzinnig en consequent” Het Financieele Dagblad. 3 March 1997.

Lorent, Claude. “Le printemps de l'art actuel” La Libre Belgique. 10 March 1997.

Pontzen, Rutger. “Groene Pasen” Metropolis M. N°2 1997.

Borka, Max. “Onder lakens van lood. Lili Dujourie in de Londense Lisson Gallery” DS MAGAZINE. 13 June 1997.

Van Hove, Jan. “Broedplaats voor jonge kunst. Rijksacademie Amsterdam houdt open ateliers” De Standaard. 1997.

Roos, Robbert. “Rijksakademie open voor jacht op het nieuwste talent” Trouw. 28 November 1997.

Ruyters, Marc. “De onacademische aanpak van de Rijksacademie” De Financieel-Economische Tijd. 29 November 1997.

Art Critic.

Van Synghel, Koen. “Museum voor Krappe Kunsten. Het Koninklijk Museum voor Schone Kunsten in Antwerpen op zoek naar ruimte in eigen huis” DS MAGAZINE. 8 December 1995.

Ruyters, Marc. “Tegen '92 zou Brussel zowat de Kunsthalle van Europa moeten zijn. Interview met Bart Cassiman” De Morgen. 28 September 1988.

Braet, Jan. “Kunst om te stelen” Knack. 17 September 1997.

The Absent Museum.

Pitteljon, Honoré (ed.). Artesia Center for the Arts. Bruxelles: Artesia Banking Corporation (1999).

Mast, Michel (ed.) Bacob & Art. Bruxelles: Bacob & Art (1996).

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I made a little something! Maybe I’ll make it a little series or something

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Bad Omens x Erra - Anything > Human

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I have been putting my own WIP on hold because honestly I have so many ideas running around In my head and it kinda sucks not having a clear outline of everything. (Honestly I’m just waiting to get my laptop fixed so I can back to writing because I hate doing it on my phone) so I’ve been having fun making edits for some of @concretejunglefm stories with that being said, if anyone else needs an edit for their story, ex: text edits, mood boards, and maybe even memes, please let me know ! I’m glad to help out! 😇🥰

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The Voice of an Angel- Matt Dierkes

Part One

Pairing: Matt Dierkes x PornBlog!Reader

Cw: Smut, Masterbation (f and m), sappy freak!Matt

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: Doing something a little different. The story seemed to work best if I wrote time in phases, so I hope it doesn’t ruin it😬 And I couldn’t tell you where this idea came from. I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone write something like this, but I did the best I could❤️ I hope you enjoy

Tags: @xmads-omensx @dontwantthemoney @theanarchymuse95 @badomensgoodomens

Y/N | Wednesday 2:36 PM

Kicking off the floor and rolling my chair over to my computer, I plug my phone into the cord and begin transferring the audio file. I should really get a microphone for this, but I’m still somewhat new to this… Yeah, I definitely need to start doing research on vamping up my equipment.

I plug my headphones into the laptop once the file was finished so I could listen back over the audio, making sure it’s suitable to be posted. I live alone, and literally just made all of these noises out loud, but I still get a little weirded out playing it without headphones and need to be able to listen to every detail, making sure there were no weird noises in the background.

Clicking on the file, my voice starts playing through. It took some time for me to get used to hearing me say certain things and make these noises, hell, it took me a good while to even hit ‘record’ when doing this, but once I got enough praise from people online, it just became routine.

My slightly over exaggerated moans and whimpers fill my ears, and I can’t lie, I was pleased with the quality. IPhones have good microphones. It sometimes even picked up the sound of my vibrator or how wet I was based on how close I had the mic to me, and my followers always enjoy that.

After spending about twenty minutes editing out small distracting background noises, I opened Twitter and connected the file to a post, captioning it, "You know exactly how to pull these pretty sounds from me,” before hitting post and then proceeding to do the same for my tumblr blog.

Almost instantly, my phone starts going crazy from those who have my post notifications on, and I read every comment with a smile on my face.

It may seem weird to many people, but I truly enjoy doing this. I get to turn a common activity into a side hustle, and it pleases both guys and girls when they find my pages. And most of them are the sweetest when they reply. They’re usually all horny replies, but unless I post something that instigates them to degrade me, they always choose to be super sweet.

I scroll through some replies and the likes from my followers, and even some who always come back but choose not to follow me because they don’t want others to know. It was nice seeing repeated faces. Like I created a space for them to feel safe to be open about something so lewd.

That’s when I got a notification from my Cash App that’s linked to my accounts, causing a small smile to form on my face when reading the name. ThotxPleaser had been a loyal follower for a while now. He’s following my Twitter, Tumblr, subscribed to my Patreon, and here he is again, sending me a gift.

ThotxPleaser- $250

Sounded beautiful as always, Angel❤️

I really wished that his gift had caused a bigger smile, but I knew this anonymous person’s actions too well by now. He usually gave me a sweet nickname, but today he just used my pseudonym, Angel, and it wouldn’t be worrying, if he also didn’t send the donation right after I posted, again. He always tried to send appreciation ‘when he had the chance,’ even commenting that he was too busy sometimes and felt bad for seeing my posts so late, so it was abnormal that he was so on top of it for the third post in a row, almost as if he was waiting for my posts as a pick-me-up. I know that was cocky thinking, but he’s said before that my posts have made his day, giving me a grateful gift to prove it, so it wasn’t that far off of an assumption. I just hope he’s doing okay.

Matt | Wednesday 2:59 PM

I crash into my bed with a groan. We’re getting everything situated for tour next week and I’ve been working my ass off doing almost all the work. The boys and our team do the best that they can, but I’m the one they run to when problems surface, and with the dates coming faster and faster, everyone is running rampant with anxiety and constantly on my ass needing help with the most obvious things. I know we’re all stressed but every part of my job other than actually getting them on that tour bus is done.

I told them all to give me at least the rest of the day off to unwind. Any problems that come to head today can easily be fixed tomorrow. I warned them that I was switching my phone to Do Not Disturb so even if they tried to contact me, I won’t answer.

It was a lie, though. I would never actually do that to them and hopefully they know that. I just need them to understand and leave me be for at least a few hours before I burn out. And, of course, almost right as I thought that, my phone went off.

With a loud groan, I turned my phone over and glared at it, trying to read what the hell the problem was now, but then my heart skipped as I read the notification.

Angel💋

You know exactly how to pull these pretty sounds from me

My breath hitched as I read it and I instantly felt blood rush to my other head. This had to mean that she finally posted a new audio clip. I instantly clicked on it, desperately needing to hear her to put me in a better mood. My fingers eagerly tap at the back of my phone as it takes a minute to load up Twitter, but when it finally does, I see the audio file and click ‘play’.

I shove my face into my pillow and place my phone next to my head as I let her voice and moans fill my ears. As the audio plays, I can feel myself getting harder. But I am too fucking tired to do anything about that right now. I truly just needed to hear her sweet voice in a time like this. I could listen to her for hours. It doesn’t matter if it’s her talking dirty or making these sweet noises. Hell, she could start a damn podcast and talk about the weather and it would still make my day. Something about her voice always brought me out of any rut that I’m in.

The audio ends and I finally look back at my phone. I debated on playing it again, just to hear her, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to show her some gratitude and appreciation.

I open up Cash App, using the account that wasn’t under my real name, and send her a simple note. I didn’t have enough energy to put too much thought into it, but she deserved something after boosting my mood. After I sent it, I closed my phone and shoved my face back into my pillow, this time with a small smile. Within minutes, I was out like a light, dreaming of what she could possibly look like, and having a chance to actually have her speak to me, just to be able to hear more of her voice.

Y/N | Saturday 6:23 PM

It’s been a few days since the last donation from ThotxPleaser. I try to post a few suggestive posts a day if I’m in the mood, and every single one was instantly liked by him, but that was it. No flirty comments, just what seemed like he was already on his phone when I posted and a simple like. I know I shouldn’t worry about a random follower, but he has always been so sweet and supportive. Plus, as creepy as it may seem, I end up paying close attention to my supporters, and it was obvious that he was acting different than usual.

I tried pushing the worry out of my mind the best I could, not needing to stress over a damn audio blog supporter, but I couldn’t help the fact that my mind wandered, thinking of what could possibly be happening in his life that he was too busy to show his usual appreciation, but still forcing him to be one of the first likes on every single post, audio or not. What could he possibly be dealing with that made him seem like he was so busy that he barely had time to do much, yet he still went out of his way to give me a hint of support? Fuck, I’m sounding insane. Am I overthinking this so much that I truly believe this man was using my moaning audios and lewd posts as his main form of serotonin? God, I need to fix my ego. He’s probably just losing interest and slowly weaning me off his attention…Okay, Y/N, he’s a fucking follower. He doesn’t care about ghosting you. You’ve never even spoken. Why are you so obsessed anyway?

I let out a groan, getting annoyed with my own thoughts. I realized that I was staring at the ceiling, worrying about someone I don't even know, so I quickly sat up and grabbed my phone, hoping that doom scrolling could help distract me…and make me feel less embarrassed.

I open Instagram and my eyes instantly land on the story bar. I scroll through the orange and green circles, hoping to find someone interesting, when I finally do. Matt Dierkes had a new story. I click on it and instantly giggle, seeing that, of course, it was another raccoon meme. Since this was my personal account, I liked his story and went on with doom scrolling.

After seeing only reposted memes and people living their best life, I realized this wasn’t going to give me the entertainment I needed. I close the app and look at my others, before opening Tumblr. Matt was still on my mind. I always found him so cute. I’ve enjoyed Bad Omens’ music for a while now, and definitely found the boys attractive, but something about their tour manager had always caught my eye. He said whatever he wanted and enjoyed things without judgment. I really liked how unique and undeniably him he let himself be.

I try to scroll through my feed, but with him still in my mind, my fingers trailed over to the search bar and I found myself looking up another fanfiction about him.

After a few…okay maybe a little too many one shots and short stories since I was free tonight, I landed a quite…spicy story, leading me to decide this was the perfect time to create more content.

With the story playing in my mind like a movie, I set my phone up and hit record. I was too lazy to grab a toy, and was definitely worked up enough that I could easily get this done manual style. Lying back, I slipped my hand down my pants with his face flashing behind my eyes. In the story, he had a little more dominant energy, so I began imagining him taking what he wanted.

My breath picked up as I felt his hands sliding up my thighs, using enough pressure to keep them held to the sides. He had this almost hungry look on his face as I stared down at him. His fingers finally reached the hem of my panties before powerfully yet gracefully sliding them down, like he was teasing me, making me wait.

I could feel his warm calloused fingers grazing over the softness of my thighs as they trailed towards my core. I began to squirm in anticipation, desperately wanting to grab them and bring them where I needed him most, but I knew if I did, he’d find a way to punish me.

Finally his hand reached the apex of my thighs and I gasped as he grazed his fingers through my folds.

I’m getting too desperate, I have to get this little fantasy sped up. I start circling my clit and letting out a soft whine.

His tongue passes through my slit before finally focusing on the bundle of nerves. My breath picks up as he perfectly laps at it, occasionally circling it with his tongue. As he adds more pressure, I can feel myself getting closer. I look down and see his face between my thighs, causing a small gasp to escape my lips. Once our eyes meet, I let out a breathy moan as my head falls back against the pillow. I can’t control the noises leaving me, the sound of his tongue lapping at my wet core and the image burned into my mind of him staring up at me causing the pleasure to intensify.

As I reached my peak, my mind overwhelmed with ecstasy, I forgot where I was.

“Ma-“ I let out, before quickly gasping and covering my mouth, hoping I could play that off as a gasp of pleasure and not shock at me almost ruining my audio by saying his name. After catching my breath, I stop the recording and sit there.

Fuck.

Matt | Saturday 9:47 PM

The guys and I were hanging out at Noah and Jesse’s house, telling ourselves that we needed a night off to relax and leave the stress behind for a few hours. Everyone’s mostly packed and we have at least tonight to just forget about everything, so they were all a few beers and shots in and it was getting kind of rowdy. I made sure to keep my eye on everyone to make sure they didn’t do something stupid.

I was sitting on the couch as the rest of them either destroyed the kitchen, trying to drunkenly make snacks, or hung out in the backyard, just chatting or getting excited over revisiting places on the tour they enjoyed. I was silently watching them all, using this time to try and force some relaxation into my mind, knowing we agreed that we could take a break from work. I know I could have done this at home, but doing anything with these boys was better than doing it alone, since I could always end up hunched over in laughter at any moment.

I stare off, listening to them loudly argue over which cheese to put in a grilled cheese, and just let my mind wander over how life has been going lately. Thinking about what still needs to be done and what fun things I could try to do before I was slaving away for 3 months on tour, since even when I tried my hardest, I couldn’t push the thought of work away. But then I was pulled out of my thoughts by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that Angel had posted a new audio. God, this is exactly what I needed right now. A small smile formed on my lips, but I quickly went back to a straight face, not wanting anyone to see and question who made me smile or find out that it was a goddamn porn blog.

I glanced around the room, making sure that everyone’s attention was occupied, before sneaking my way off to the bathroom. I close and lock the door behind me and pull out my Airpods. I know the house was loud, but the thought of them hearing her voice coming from the bathroom was not something I wanted to deal with.

I put an Airpod in and click on the notification. Once it loaded, I pressed play on the audio. It was a short one, but it was definitely enough to put me in a better mood. Instantly, her sweet sounds filled my ear. Soft airy moans played through my Airpod and I could feel myself growing in my pants. I debated whether it was weirder to jerk off in their bathroom or to leave the bathroom with a hard on, and decided on the latter.

As her voice played through my headphones like a beautiful melody, I reached my hands down and pulled the waistbands of my shorts and boxers down, letting my growing cock spring free. I turned my hat around, pushing my hair back to keep it out of my face as I leaned my hips against the sink and gripping the edge with one hand. I wrapped my other hand around the base and firmly gripped it.

She let out soft whimpers with an occasional ‘Fuck’ and I leaned down and let a trail of spit reach my tip, biting back a groan as I collected it and used it to slicken my movements. It was just the perfect amount of lubrication to move at the pace I needed without making any noise.

I brought my shirt to my teeth and closed my eyes, biting down as I fought back the noises collecting in my throat. I was close to biting through my lip and I didn’t need to get a noticeable mess on my nice tee. Explaining the teeth marks in the fabric would be easy, if their drunken asses even noticed. Her breath picked up, a telltale sign she was close, and that itself caused a tightening in my stomach. I listened to her moans getting higher and higher, subconsciously pumping myself to the beats of her breath. But then, she let out a moan I had never heard before. They were usually whiney and breathless, but this time she used her full chest voice, moaning out a ‘Maa-‘ before gasping and finally letting out her usual whiney sinful moan as she came.

Something in my brain took that personal. It sounded too close to her moaning my name for me to prepare for the instant rush of pleasure taking over my body. I quickly cupped a hand over my tip as my eyes rolled back, my mind replaying that single sinful syllable over and over as I spilled into my fist.

I probably bit a hole in my shirt with how hard my teeth clenched as I forced the deep loud moan from coming out. But I didn’t care. I had to hold my weight up with the sink behind me and force myself to catch my breath through my nose as the pleasure in my stomach lasted longer than it ever has before.

After a few moments, the feeling of my cum threatening to drip from my hand caused me to finally open my eyes and drop my shirt from my teeth as I spun around and turned on the sink. I quickly washed all the evidence down the sink and tucked myself back into my pants before looking up.

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, grimacing in post-nut clarity as it hit me how gross what I just did was. Not me jerking off to her, that was normal, but the fact that I had gotten so obsessed that I couldn’t wait until I got home to listen and react.

I hung my head as I thought about how the fuck I was supposed to get through tour if I couldn’t stop myself from listening to her audios, but also definitely wouldn’t have a way to hide my reaction from them. I just wish I could hear her in any way other than something so erotic. That could hold me over. As long as I didn’t pavlov myself into getting hard just at the sound of her.

I reach up and fix my cap before grabbing my phone and sending her a like and a comment.

ThotxPleaser- Could never find a better way to make my day, beautiful.

I softly laughed at myself as I sent it. I knew I was a freak. She probably thought I was a creep the way it looks like I stalk her with how fast I respond to her posts. But I couldn’t care less. She brought me a happiness I couldn’t explain. It wasn’t the context of her posts. It was her. And I had to show my appreciation, even if I just looked like one of many horndogs in her comments and donations.

Wait…That was it.

I fumble with my phone to open up Cashapp, before realizing how long I’ve been in the bathroom. I make my way back to the living room as I think of the perfect way to ask. Sitting down, I debate on the most convincing price to get her to even think of helping me out here. Tour starts Tuesday and with us all together, missing a chunk of change won’t be a problem. I go back and forth in my thoughts for a few minutes, writing and rewriting my message until I think it’s perfect. Finally, I send it and cross my fingers.

ThotxPleaser- $1,000

All I want is to hear your voice more. Talk about your day, how the weather is treating you, or rant about a TV show you’re watching. I’d listen to you forever. All I ask is if you’d be willing to send me voice memos here and there to get me through my days. Name your price, sunshine.

PART TWO

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The Voice of an Angel - Two

Pairing: Matt Dierkes x PornBlog!Reader

CW: nothing much, stress with tour, sugar daddy!Matt

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: Sorry this took a minute to come out and isn’t longer. I don’t want to jump around time too much or add any unnecessary scenes and overwhelm myself. The next part will be more fun, I promise🖤

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @badomensgoodomens @enemiestolovershoe @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland

Part One

Y/N | Sunday 10:32 AM

I wake myself up with a snore, groaning and rolling over. I grimace when I feel droll on my cheek, quickly lifting my head and wiping it away. Sitting up, I rub my eyes and stretch out my legs before I realize something. My eyes shoot open and stare out my window, seeing that the sun was high in the sky.

“Fuck,” I quickly reach for my phone, repeatedly hitting the button as I try to turn it on. I never put it on the goddamn charger last night.

I reach over the side of my bed and almost fall over as I swipe at the charger, finally grabbing it and plugging my phone in before stumbling out of bed. Running to the kitchen, I see the time on the stove and huff as I grab a glass, fill it up and chug it, needing to fix the dryness in my mouth before getting ready.

After rushing through a shower and throwing on whatever semi- matching clothes I could find, I grab my keys, phone, and bag before high-tailing it out of my apartment, almost forgetting shoes.

I burst through the library’s doors, giving a patron who just happened to be standing nearby an apologetic look for startling them, before speed walking to the back room. Surprisingly, the library was quite empty for a Sunday morning. Not that there was ever a rush, but weekends were usually when people had time to come in to get what they needed, usually needing assistance, and when there’s only one person in, it can get overwhelming.

I was pinning my name tag to my shirt when I felt a presence behind me, making me hunch as I slowly turned towards them, ready to get an earful for being late to a morning weekend shift, but as my eyes reached Alex’s face, I don’t think I’ve ever let out a bigger sigh of relief.

”Where have you been?” She asked, hands on her hips like scourning mother. I gave her an apologetic pout, trying to gain sympathy.

“My phone died so my alarms never went off. I’m so sorry. I hope it hasn’t been busy,” I explain. She gives me a deadpan look.

”Stay up late reading again?” She asks with a smirk, already knowing my obsession with fanfiction.

”Surprisingly, no. I’ve just been so exhausted lately from not getting enough sleep that I guess my body recovered by making me sleep almost 12 hours.” I answer, shocked by my own body.

“Well, thankfully it’s been a slow morning, and I already put away most of the returns, so if you want to do the rest, I can take any customers and you can take it slow today. But you owe me.” I pout and walk over, reaching to give her a hug, that she continuously tries to dodge.

”You’re the best. And don’t worry. I have just the thing to pay you back, but it’s a surprise.”

”Uh huh, sure you do. Well, get your ass out there, because I’ve been on my feet all morning and being able to sit down is all the payment I’ll take right now.” She says as we make our way out of the back room and she heads towards the front desk, sighing as she sits down behind it.

I hold back a laugh as I make my way to the cart full of books and start scanning the rest of them. I wasn’t going to tell her that the reason the exhaustion took over so bad was because I came so hard last night that I could barely edit and post the audio before completely crashing.

After scanning and putting away the rest of the books, I checked with Alex to make sure there wasn't anything else I had to do before sitting down at a nearby empty table and pulling out my phone, still needing to check the responses from my other job.

Without checking my notifications, I scrolled through the comments of everyone, liking a few sweet ones. I had to hide the smile on my face when I saw that ThotxPleaser had actually left one, helping my consistent racing thoughts the past week. I was about to tell myself that I was worrying over nothing when I finally checked my Cashapp.

I gasped so fast that Alex sent me a wild look after I choked on my own spit. I did my best to wave her off and catch my breath as I read his message.

ThotxPleaser- $1,000

So I was right. He has been using my audios as some type of escape. And just sent me a thousand fucking dollars to get private ones. And from the sounds of it, he didn’t even want them to be erotic, he just wanted to hear me talk. This couldn’t be that easy, right? My mind was racing as I took this all in.

I loved the library, and it was a job that truly made me happy, but it wasn’t great pay, especially for a girl who liked to spoil herself from time to time, so I’ve been using my donations for most of my living expenses, most coming from ThotxPleaser. Having this big of a donation, with the promise of more, meant that a weight had just been lifted off my shoulder.

Ever since it was announced, I’ve been saving up small chunks of the donations to hopefully get a good set of tickets for Alex and I to see Bad Omens. It was one of the things we had bonded over when she started working here, and she has saved my ass so many times that I had been planning on surprising her for a while now. And now, I can actually make it happen.

Without even responding, I immediately head to the ticket page, praying that there were any left for the date they were playing in our city. Praise the fucking gods above, there were. And there were even meet and greet passes that I added on without care, knowing I was about to make more money that I even knew what to do with.

I sneakily slip past Alex as I made my way towards the back room again, heading straight for my bag. I pull out my wallet and input all the necessary details before clicking buy. The second that the ‘You’re Going!’ message popped up, I almost squealed as I jumped up and down with excitement.

I hurriedly put all my things back into my bag before heading back out towards the front desk. Seeing that there were only a few patrons in the library, none near the desk, I might as well use this chance to tell her.

I slip behind her and bend down as she stares at her phone, spooking her as I gave a small “psst.”

“What?!” she asks as she turns to me with an almost angry startled look, making me bite back laughter.

“Would you like to know your surprise?” I ask in a sing-songy voice. She raises an eyebrow, acting unimpressed already.

“You were serious about that? I thought you were just going to show up with coffee and donuts tomorrow or something.”

“Pfft. I’d never do that…” I trail off, completely lying as I have done exactly that before, which she reminds me with the look on her face, “No, I have something I think you’ll enjoy a little more than coffee and donuts.”

As she stares at me expectantly, still seeming unimpressed, I turn my phone around and show her the screen. It takes a few seconds for the image to process in her brain, but once it does, a silent shock takes over her as she repeatedly glances back and forth between my cocky smile and the proof of purchase in my hands.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did. And…” I trail off, bringing my phone back to me to zoom in on the extra special part of said purchase before turning the phone back to her, “I got us meet and greet passes.”

She had to cover her mouth with her hands to keep quiet as she started kicking her feet, spinning the desk chair in the process, making me laugh. We instantly start discussing our plans for making sure we take off work that day and the day after, and obsessing over the boys and how insane it was that we were actually doing this.

Y/N | Sunday 5:03 PM

As I head towards my car, still riding the high of knowing I’m going to meet the boys of my favorite band in less than 3 weeks from now, I remember why all of this was even possible. Sliding into the driver's seat, I pull my phone out of my bag and look over the donation again.

I mean, I could send him a message, discussing the details, or I could send him a recording, giving him something worth the money he already sent. Pulling up my recording app, I turn on the car and set my phone in my lap, pressing record before pulling out of the parking spot.

“I know you said that you’d listen to me talk about whatever, so I figured the best way to start these off would be talking about how you want this to go. I’ve honestly never done anything like this, so I have no clue if I should charge per minute or something, or just- Oh, fuck you!… Oops sorry. I’m driving home from work and some asshole just cut me off. Anywho, maybe we can discuss this over DM or something. I’ve honestly never talked to a follower privately so I’m not even sure how to do that. Shit, do I just send this to your DMs? I don’t know how any of this shit works.”

I pause, and sigh. I’m definitely making a complete fool of myself already, but men have bought used panties, so I doubt he’s going to care if I send him an audio of me sounding like a complete idiot.

“I think I’ll just send this to you through DMs and then research a more formal way of doing this later, especially once we discuss more about how you’d like me to make these. Oh fuck, I can literally send these over Patreon. No, I’ll just stick to DMs for now. God, this is gonna take some getting used to. I also have no idea how to charge you for listening to me ramble, so truthfully, I trust you to just send me whatever you feel fits, since you spoil me so nicely already.”

I look down real quick and see I’ve only been talking for a little over a minute, and with $1,000, I feel he deserves a little more yapping, so I continue.

“What else? Uhhh I guess I could talk about my day. Kinda started off shit, to be honest. I crashed so hard last night after posting that audio that I never plugged in my phone, resulting in it dying and none of my alarms going off. Thankfully, my best friend was the one working with me today, so I didn’t get my ass chewed out for being late. And I did use your money to spoil the both of us to a concert as an apology gift. I would tell you who, but you’re a complete stranger and could try showing up to every show, searching for me. So let’s just say they’re a band of really hot guys who make really good music and I’m so fucking excited to see them.”

I turn down the road that leads to my apartment building, so I decide that I should probably wrap this up.

“I do want to mention that I’m extremely thankful for your support. Like, more than you think. Especially with a request like this. I always expected my first request being some freak begging me to say some weird shit or talk in a yoda voice as I play with myself. And you know what? This was actually really nice just talking about my day out loud. I don’t have anyone to do that with, so the fact you’re letting me, and paying me, is honestly a fucking wish I didn’t even know I had, come true. I’m gonna enjoy yapping to you, mysterious Thot Pleaser. Anywho, I gotta go. Message me back when you get the chance and hopefully I didn’t annoy you just yet. Byeee.”

I stop the recording as I turn off the car, instantly hoping my shitty car wasn’t making too much noise in the background of the audio, before grabbing my things and heading up towards my apartment.

Once inside, I beeline towards my bedroom and flop down on my bed before pulling up Twitter and clicking on ThotxPleaser’s account. I click on the little message icon then send the audio file with ‘- Angel💋’

Matt | Monday 7:34 PM

I’m fucking stressed. Folio lost his ID and Noah spent all day freaking out because we put his mask on the bus with his other shit and no matter how many times we told him it was there, he just kept saying ‘What if it’s not?’ or asking people, mid packing, if they would ride with him to the depot to check, despite us all seeing it there. I’ve been routinely checking over our equipment time and time again, making sure we have everything because last time, Jolly didn’t tell us he messed with it and we didn’t realize until the first show, having to borrow another band’s guitar last second because he just needed to test out his one last time. And I knew he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, but with everyone running around like headless chickens, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the guys moved something, thinking they were helping.

And to top it all off, Angel sent me a fucking recording that I haven’t been able to look at. My stomach absolutely dropped to my ass when I saw the notification and I feel like shit leaving her waiting for a response but the timing couldn’t have been worse. I could easily listen as we finish getting everything together, but I didn’t know how I was going to react to it and I didn’t have the mental capacity to handle the emotions listening to her would bring me. And I knew I couldn’t listen tonight because the second I get off my feet, I’m going to crash, and we’re going to have to leave early in the morning so the last thing I need is to stay up replaying it on repeat.

But I truly needed nothing more than to hear her right now. I knew her voice could ease most of the stress and overwhelming thoughts. I just couldn’t handle a single distraction at the moment.

Matt | Tuesday 6:47 AM

I draped an arm over my eyes as I felt the bus shake beneath me as I sprawled out on the couch. I managed to get maybe four hours of sleep last night, and I was fucking exhausted, but I couldn’t fall back asleep, even though everyone else passed out within 30 minutes of the bus hitting the road.

We weren’t getting to the first venue until around 3, and I definitely had the time for a small nap, but my nerves felt like they were on fire. The beginning of tour always felt like this, especially with how fast moving it had to be, so I knew the anxiety could calm down within the next week, but right now, my mind wasn’t going to let me feel a single moment of peace.

As I scrolled on my phone, switching between apps to occupy my time, I realized this was the perfect time to finally listen to Angel’s audio. I glance around at the closed curtains of the boy’s bunks before switching over to my alternative account on twitter and opening my DMs. I really hope she got the memo of me not needing anything sexual. I just wanted to hear her voice.

I hit play and instantly it fills my ears like a beautiful melody. I have to hide my chuckle as I hear her stressing over rambling too much. She sounded so adorable. And something about how…domestic…this felt was just melting my brain. If I ignored the fact that she was talking about payment and how to get this to work, the sound of her car driving over suburban roads and the way she’d get distracted by the things around her almost felt like I was on a call with her as she told me about her day.

I let the audio replay one more time, actually taking in her words instead of just listening to her voice, before typing out a reply.

ThotxPleaser - Sorry it took me so long to respond. I’m fine with whatever you want to do. I promise I’ll spoil you no matter what you decide to send. And I’m happy that you can use this as a way to talk about your day. I’ll always be here to listen to you ramble about whatever you need to get off your chest. And I’m glad you’re spoiling yourself, you deserve it. I hope when the concert comes, you’ll tell me about how much fun you had.

ThotxPleaser - Oh that reminds me

I switch over to my Cash App and send off a little gift for her with a smirk on my face.

ThotxPleaser - $1,500

Use this to buy yourself a nice outfit and for you and your friend to get yourselves some merch and food at your show

I want to send more, the need to have a conversation with her overwhelming me, but I don't want to push too far. With a content smile, I finally relax in my seat, sleep taking over almost instantly as my mind plays on how happy I was to come to this agreement with her and how much it’s going to help me, especially knowing it’s going to make her happy.

TO BE CONTINUED

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