#next rodeo

[nonesuchrecords]

Here’s the official video for Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway’s "Next Rodeo," from their upcoming album, City of Gold, due July 21. The video was directed by Edgar Evan and stars Tuttle and the band—fiddler Bronwyn Keith-Hynes, mandolinist Dominick Leslie, bass player Shelby Means, and banjo player Kyle Tuttle—as well as special guest actors Seth Clarke and Morgan Watkins.

[krispyweiss]

Song Review: Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway - “Next Rodeo”

Molly Tuttle’s “Next Rodeo” is a sonic autobiography about perseverance amid life on the road.

Taking musical inspiration from the Chicks and comfort in clichés, “Next Rodeo” contains such lines as this ain’t my first rodeo; reaching for the ring; life ain’t fair; take it by the horns; one-night stands; tearing up the road; back in the saddle; hitch my wagon to a shooting star …

And so on.

So while the country-bluegrass hybrid is musically pleasing, the lyrics are eye-rolling to the point that Golden Highway’s fiddle and Dobro solos cannot salve.

“Next Rodeo” follows the superior “El Dorado” from City of Gold, out July 21.

Grade card: Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway - “Next Rodeo” - C-

6/2/23

[zellaspinna]

save a horse (ride a mclaren)

[ya-what--ya-erster]

Listen to me ramble about amputee Soda okay. BE WARNED THO ITS A LIL GORE-Y FOR A SEC THERE

I’m no longer waiting for someone to ask me. Let’s talk about Soda okay. Specifically my dear and beloved amputee Soda (which is an hc that I found in my notes from when I first read the book in 7th grade btw).

SO! Since it is apparent unspecified in the book what event Soda rides in. Bareback. Because I said and as a country person I would know. Rule of thumb for this post is as a country person I would know.

So obviously in the book Soda had to stop riding (because he tore his ACL I believe) BUT I have made it more tragic.

Instead, due to a series of events, Soda’s leg is absolutely *shattered*. Like. Bones sticking out shattered. Terrible, disgusting, think ten times the worst injury you’ve ever seen. (To continue on, the series of events which I mentioned is that he gets hung up and kicked, comes off the horse and lands on the leg weird, proceeds to be knocked to the ground and stepped on at full bucking force twice, and then additionally is stepped on by the pickup man’s horse that is throwing a fit. This is a goshdamn dangerous sport and this is all fairly possible. I want to say rare but honestly shit happens)

And obviously the exact second anyone sees it they know it’s all over. His family is worried for his life.

And his life doesn’t end but his career as a bareback rider who had *just seconds before his injury* qualified for the NFR (National Finals Rodeo for yall who have no clue what I’m talking about. Go watch a rodeo holy shit).

None of his family, him included, actually know how it works to be lacking a limb.

What they learn is that it’s expensive. That goshdamned prosthetic is expensive. But they want for Soda to be able to continue on with his life, so they take that chunk out of their bank account and do this for him.

It takes Soda a long time to figure out how to walk good. And he suffers awful phantom pain, especially after waking up from a gore-y nightmare about the accident that’s printed to the back of his eyelids.

but again things continue on. So yay for that!!!

now for just the bullet points cause I can

-he’s absolutely torn about not getting to ride anymore

-he can fight still. Ask the soc whos ass he kicked at the rumble. Maybe he’s not too fast but bro can pack a punch or six

-Darry and Pony try to be sympathetic to the fact that Soda still can have a hard time (mentally) but they really just don’t understand until they loose their parents. Because until then Darry and Pony had never truly lost anything, and Soda had.

-soda can’t bring himself to go to rodeos anymore because it makes him so so sad

-is the Ultimate Annoyed because yeah sure girls flirt with him a lot but after the accident all the flirting feels like sympathy and he don’t need that from them

-is even more drawn to Chet than before because Chet is still an absolute BITCH to him (just. Just a little. It’s guy flirting but soda can’t see that) and it makes him unreasonably happy

-like their first interaction after the accident goes like: “Hey, grease!” “Yup.” “I’m gonna kick your ass to Canada if you don’t get the fuck out of my sight” “ain’t ya gonna be nice to me cause a this” “I’ll keep it as a souvenir if you keep talking”

-but then they fall in love ofc

-the leg is names Angelica by the way.

-he wears long pants to cover it up even tho everyone knows about it, and compensates for that covered skin by Never Wearing A Shirt

-he absolutely uses it as an excuse for everything. Like sometimes it’s reasonable but sometimes it’s like “soda can yo pass the peas?” “No.” “Why” “Angelica.”

-at first he was really self conscious but after a good while he gets used to it and isn’t as bothered

-“Do you need help-“ “YOU CAN KISS MY ASS!”

-(I’ve written this part into the thing I’m writing but) Chet: is there anything you can do with just your hands? Soda: YOU

-two bit had hidden Angelica as a prank on more than one occasion

-soda also uses crutches instead of Angelica sometimes

-“you have two feet for a reason!” “HOLY SHIT ITS A MIRACLE!”

-“I’m gonna kick your ass.” (Proceeds to swing angelica unthreateningly in pony’s direction)

-“WATCH THIS!” (Stands for .5 seconds without Angelica and then has to get stitches on his head from falling down the porch steps)

“Don’t do horses kids” whenever anyone asks what happened (in reality tho he probably talks to people about how dangerous rodeo is. He tries to talk Chet and Dally out of competing but they won’t listen)

-“I’m not clumsy at all.” (Falls. Stitches again cause he hit the table)

-(has his leg showing) twobit: “you’re gonna scare the kids” soda: “what kids?” Twobit (joking): “Me.”

-“I’ll shove it up your ass no hesitation.”

-talks to Angelica casually to annoy Darry

-he let two bits little sister paint the “nails” on Angelica because “she wants to be pretty”

don’t question me for hells sake I did my research best I could and I know a lot about rodeo and stuff so like. Kindly correct me if I’ve been offensive but babe. On the topic of is this accident possible I know. I am aware. I have seen shit. Nothing this bad but this similar. Also go watch eight seconds it’s a true story people ACTUALLY HAVE DIED so don’t come after me on that bit. Hope you enjoyed.

BUT TALK TO ME ABOUT IT I BEG YOU

[sebsxphia]

baby girl @sunblchdfly has booked their flight tickets to see me!! lil’ ol’ me!!!

[rickybaby]

Ric3 Rodeo bts via Corey_Wilson

[cowboyreminders]

Week 1 - First Rodeo - And many choices 🌵🐎🌵

@yeehawgust

[serasfanfiction]

Summary:

Lucifer goes to enlist Alastor's help with his plans. It goes about how he would expect it to go.

[creepyscritches]

Adult emo pushing 30 like yeah sure my vampire rock-ish prog metal phase (w/ birdsong) fed directly into my later pumpkin spice banjo indie folk moment. Ignoring my blues funk era huh. Beyoncé broke into country and into my top 5 for the first time, yeehaw

[sunmisbf]

these slayers

[righteous-r0de0]

I’m Gonna Get Out of Here Someday

chapter two | link to ao3 and full chapter below the cut

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58532443/chapters/157757413

Maybe school wasn’t as bad as you thought.

After that first shift, it felt like the wolf in you was not something in your gut or the back of your head anymore, but intertwined in every single part of you. You could feel it in your teeth when you tore into the minimal meals Andrea put in front of you. You could feel it in your feet when you pounded down the paths you’d created in the woods. If you focused hard enough, you almost believed you could smell and hear far-off things.

During your week-long suspension (which you found to be a little excessive for simply pushing a kid over), you were stuck at home with crying kids all day. You were more prone to short bursts of anger that had you running out the front door for fear you’d turn into a wild animal that could swallow Echo whole and gnaw on Foxtrot for dessert. It was like the molten anger you’d always felt boiled just below the surface now, under your skin, as opposed to burning away in your stomach where you could ignore it for the most part. You hadn’t shifted since, but there were a few close calls, when you felt your bones creak and your skin itch. You were admittedly worried to feel the pain you’d first felt.

After returning to school, you learned very quickly that the wolf wasn’t a monster. It was just an animal. A scared, wild animal. And as confused as you were, it started making a little bit of sense.

With your limited free time, you spent a lot of time in both the school library and the public library. You never took the books home with you, too scared that the other kids or worse, Andrea or Mike would figure out your secret. Even as absurd as the secret was. Logically, you knew a few skimp pieces of literature on wolves wasn’t enough to give up your secret, but still, the fear persisted.

You weren’t much of a reader to begin with, so it was a bit hard to understand the more complex writings, but you got the gist of most of it. Wolves were wild animals, predators. They were marathon predators, able to pursue prey until it tired itself out. They didn’t take kindly to being threatened or cornered. All of that made sense. You could run for miles without tiring. Without trying, you’d had the fastest mile-run that your gym teacher had seen in years. The way you always knew where the nearest exit was, even if you hadn’t been looking for it. You could weave in and out of crowds of other preteens despite your bulking frame.

There was one thing that stuck out though, that had yet to make sense. Wolves lived in groups called packs. Fiercely loyal to one another, they hardly ever separated and protected each other no matter how hopeless the situation. At first, you figured that your family, if you could call them that, was your pack. But when you searched inside yourself for that undying loyalty, you found only resentment and anger. You didn’t have friends, not really, and you couldn’t imagine yourself feeling that fierce protection for someone other than yourself.

You thought maybe it wasn’t a wolf then. Perhaps a coyote. They lived in packs from time to time, but were largely considered solitary creatures. Besides, you were very hesitant to call yourself a werewolf. Any books you’d read that cited werewolves specifically were cheesy beyond belief and usually involved full moons and half-naked half-wolves. The romance scenes were enough to make you blush, but a quick glance at the yellowed calendar on the wall confirmed that the day you first shifted hadn’t been a full moon, but a new one. And you hadn’t turned into some monster with rippling muscles and a snout short enough to kiss with tongue. You’d turned into a full on wolf. Or a coyote. Something like that.

After your suspension, you were back in school, despite how scared it made you. Perhaps scared wasn’t the right word. You didn’t scare easy. Maybe unsettled, or rightfully hesitant. You couldn’t just run out of a classroom if the wolf-coyote-thing decided to make an appearance again. And it was school that had triggered the change in the first place. The night before your return had been plagued with nightmares of shifting and then being scooped up and sold off by your science teacher, even though it sounded cliche.

Despite your fears - concerns - school turned out to be a new safe haven. Don’t be mistaken, it wasn’t good, but it also wasn’t home. You could melt into the crowds of other twelve year-olds and if you kept your head down, no one really bothered you. Although, you did strictly avoid the cafeteria. The way echoing voices bounced off the walls made you want to grind your teeth and your skin would itch with anticipation of something, anything, happening that would trigger the change again. You’d collect your food, snag a few extras, then go to one of your hiding places to eat in relative silence. Usually behind the steps leading to the playground, or in the far corner of the field. Somewhere outside. That was another thing beginning to make more sense, the want to be outside.

—

You remembered it oddly clearly, the week you met him.

It had been a warm fall that year, the cold weather seeming far off until winter break (which you were dreading) was almost upon you. And despite the warmer temperatures, the weather unfortunately switched fast.

Snow started to fly on Tuesday and by lunch on Wednesday, your brief time allotted to be outside was converted to indoor recess. Never one to comply with all of the rules, you’d checked the doors regardless, but they’d been locked to prevent stragglers like yourself from slipping outside to play in the snow.

So, you began your search for an indoor hiding place, away from your peers and other students.

The hallways were unfortunately busy, always. Even in the small alcoves away from the classrooms. Some group of nerds or stoners were already occupying the space. That unnatural (or rather, very natural) growl rumbled in your throat as yet another potential hiding place was full up with a group of older students. Your school was big and you were sure if you searched long enough, you’d find a spot to call your own.

Turning a corner, you found yourself in a hallway you’d never seen before. It was eerily silent, the sound of your own shuffling footsteps were echoed back to you off the painted brick walls. You could hear some full classrooms, teachers droning on, but most were blissfully quiet. Your head was on a swivel, searching for an alcove or corner where you could tuck yourself away for the few minutes you had left of lunch. Maybe you could skip your next class to give yourself some extra time. It’s not like Andrea answered calls from the school anyway.

Then, you felt it. An entirely new feeling. A tugging sensation, not quite in the back of your head. It didn’t even feel like it was in your body, and yet at the same time it was almost everywhere in your body.The ever-growing wild part of you tilted your head back and smelled the air. Cleaning products, wet boots left in front of lockers. You scrunched your nose and shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the strange feeling. Just as you were about to keep walking, a door opened.

With the opening of the door came a flood of an entirely new scent. The ocean and something spiced and organic. You scrunched your nose again as you got used to the scent. Turning your head, you almost immediately locked eyes with a man, no older than 40. He was standing in the doorway of what you assumed must have been his classroom, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do. You quickly noticed the smell centralized with him. It was a nice smell. Better than cigarette ash and cheap perfume, that’s for sure. The feeling in the back of your head moved to the middle of your body, warm and spreading. Goosebumps raised on your skin.

The two of you stood, staring for another second or so before you broke eye contact, mumbled out an apology (for what you weren’t sure), and continued down the hallway.

“Wait!” the man called, followed by a sound of surprise, like he’d shocked himself by calling out to you.

You turned back, sure you must be in trouble for having your lunch anywhere but the cafeteria. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Do you need somewhere to eat?”

—

Mr. Morgan’s classroom might have been the best place you’d been in years. Despite the fact that you knew gross preteens like yourself lingered in here all day, everyday, it didn’t smell like that at all. It smelled like Mr. Morgan and like the vanilla room spray he used and like the tea he was drinking. His desk was full of trinkets that you wanted to pick up and investigate. There was even a surfboard mounted on the wall.

You thought immediately that he was cool. He didn’t talk down to you like most teachers did. He spoke to you like the two of you were equals in every sense of the word. He had the clearest green eyes you’d ever seen, like the bits of sea glass you found at the beach every so often. And smile lines in the corners of his eyes and around his mouth. He kind of looked like the man from the trashy doctor show Andrea watched when everyone was already in bed and you snuck out for a glass of water.

And despite the kind attitude he gave off, you were tempted to take a seat in the very back corner when you were welcomed inside, but he cleared a spot for you on the opposite side of his desk and pulled up a chair. And it felt a little weird to have watched him do that and then find yourself somewhere else to sit.

You sat down hesitantly and picked a little at your food, suddenly feeling a little shy. You’d never been shy per say, just quiet. But you’d also never really spoken to an adult like this. One-on-one with no expectation for you to spill your guts. You always had to be careful around adults like that, one wrong word that got back to Andrea or Mike would result in more chores and less food. Moreover, every adult in the building was a mandated reporter. Things could go south very quickly.

Mr. Morgan pulled out his own food and started eating, glancing up at you expectantly every so often. You could tell he was going to start probing.

“So,”

God dammit.

“Like I said, I’m Mr. Morgan and… you are?”

You almost rolled your eyes, but instead swallowed the tiny bite in your mouth. You paused for a moment, unsure of how to answer. You could give him your real name, but it was easier to give him your given name, Delta, than try to explain later on why you were called that by other adults, your adoptive family included.

“Delta.”

Simple as.

You saw his eyebrows furrow for a split second, like he thought your given name was strange, but he quickly bounced back.

“I’ve never heard that one before.” He stated plainly. “Is that a nickname?” He took a sip of his tea.

“Sure.”

“Do you usually eat outside of the cafeteria? Wouldn’t you rather eat with your friends?” He asked kindly, clearly trying to break up the tension.

“Don’t have any.” You said carefully. It wasn’t uncommon for some angsty preteen to be without friends, but it wasn’t exactly a point of pride for you. Mr. Morgan sighed, something clearly on his mind.

“Okay, Delta, have your parents taken you to the Department to be registered yet?”

Curiosity got the better of you.

“The hell’s the Department?” You asked around the mouthful of the somehow both dry and soggy sandwich you’d been given today.

Mr. Morgan gave you another strange look. He swallowed his own bite before cracking a smile.

“Oh, right. I suppose you kids have started calling them DUMP.” He chuckled a bit to himself. And you found yourself laughing too. And who could blame you? You were twelve, jokes like that were still the height of comedy.

“What’s DUMP?” You asked, slowly becoming more comfortable. Mr. Morgan didn’t seem like the other teachers at your school. You’d never think to ask if you could eat in their classrooms, yet here you were, laughing with one of the few men you’d ever had an ounce of an inkling that you could trust.

He furrowed his eyebrows again. You could tell he was getting a little nervous, though you didn’t know why. Maybe he’d heard that you’d pushed a kid over. Maybe he was worried you could be prone to violence and that you’d try to do the same to him. You weren’t sure how he could possibly be intimidated by you. He had easily a head’s height on you and a smooth sort of confidence in the way he held himself. And though you were bulky for your age, you didn’t exactly cut an intimidating figure.

Mr. Morgan cleared his throat.

“Who do you belong to, kid? Lopez? Allen? I know there’s only a few packs in the area.”

It was your turn to be worried and confused. The word pack echoed in your mind and you could practically feel yourself pale. You cocked your head to the side.

“I don’t belong to anyone. But my…parents…are Mike and Andrea Torres.” Mr. Morgan just stared before shaking his head with a tight chuckle.

“Let me start over. You’re a wolf, right? Feel free to tell me that I’m completely wrong, but I’m usually pretty good at this sort of thing.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

He knew. How could he possibly know? It wasn’t possible.

What was happening to you, what you were wasn’t possible.

You fumbled for your bag and shot to your feet like you had an iron rod for a spine. Your skin was itching and your bones creaking.

“I have to go.”

The bell rang and kids quickly started flooding in, calling Mr. Morgan’s name and running to his desk excitedly. He stood too, trying to weave his way around his students.

“Wait, Delta!” You let the door slam shut behind you and bolted for the nearest exit.

—

You shifted again that afternoon, ruining the only pair of jeans that even remotely fit you.

Andrea wasn’t happy.

—

The next morning at school there was a note in your locker. You knew before opening it that it was from Mr. Morgan. The paper smelled like the ocean and like the tea he’d been drinking. Your hands shook as you pulled the paper from its light blue envelope.

Delta,

I fear we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. I apologize if I frightened you, but I’d like to help you, if I could. Please consider this an invitation to take your lunch period in my classroom again today. I don’t know what your situation is like and I can’t help unless you tell me. So, please, tell me.

I look forward to your company,

Mr. Gael Morgan

[nonesuchrecords]

Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway have released “Next Rodeo,” a new song from their upcoming album, City of Gold, due July 21. They filmed this video at Nashville’s Sound Emporium Studios, where they recorded the album. 

In celebration of the new music, Molly Tuttle and Golden Highway: Live in Nashville—a special concert event filmed earlier this year—will air on PBS stations starting this Saturday.

[scionshtola]

it really is so hard when you want to see and read new stuff of your oc but the only way to do that is to make it yourself

[witchyhyena]

Rodian siblings Spitz and Daz. Hoping to get to play one or the other in an Edge of the Empire campaign, though I haven't decided which one yet.

[mars-ipan]

yeargh

[neosatsuma]

do u guys wanna hear something really dumb 👉👈