#rca london

[rocknroll2024]

Just press play!!!!🎬🎥🎞️🎶🤠🎸

[friendlytaurus]

Jammed, 2024. Rafael Pérez Evans commissioned by RCA, CCA MA

[newleasemusic]

Song of the Day: Outside -IZ

Song of the Day: Outside -IZ

Rapper IZ comes through onto today’s top spot with a monumental, catchy, party single for the Summer ‘Outside’ released on RCA Records. Following on from single ‘Big Dreams’ at the top of the year which is sitting on over a huge 2 ½ million streams on Spotify alone, IZ has set the pace for his future music. A party rap track set to hit the clubs and festivals for the Summer, IZ brings the heat…

[kdo-three]

The Rolling Stones - 19th Nervous Breakdown (Stereo) (1966) Mick Jagger / Keith Richards from: "The Rolling Stones: Strictly Stereo 1964-1969" (1999 CDr Compilation | Unofficial Release)

Rock and Roll | Stereo Version

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Personnel: Mick Jagger: Lead Vocals Keith Richards: Lead Guitar / Backing Vocals Brian Jones: Rhythm Guitar Bill Wyman: Bass Charlie Watts: Drums

Ian Stewart: Piano

Produced by Andrew Loog Oldham

Recorded: @ The RCA Studios in Hollywood, , California USA between December 3 - 8, 1965

CDr Compilation Released: in 1999 Arcade Records

Original Single Released: on February 4,1966 (UK) Decca Records on February 12, 1966 (US) London Recordings

The track is also known for Bill Wyman's "dive-bombing" bass line at the end.

[solar-verse]

Masterlist

11: chapter ten

Idoljk x oc

Both girls were in the apartment in Seoul, which had been provided to them by the brand for their seven-month apprenticeship. They had arrived last night after spending four days in Busan, visiting Rian’s parents. Jia had fit in so seamlessly with her family that it felt like she had known them her whole life. Rian had initially worried that her father might say something or hint at his disapproval of the situation, but to her surprise, he had remained neutral, acting completely normal.

Still, she had really missed her parents. Even though they occasionally visited her in London, it wasn’t the same as being back in her home country. She had missed everything, the food, the atmosphere, the familiarity of it all.

Rian!" Jia burst into the bathroom, clutching two hair ties. "Ponytail or down?"

"Up," Rian said automatically, sliding a silver ring onto her index finger. "It looks more professional." Her own hands weren't entirely steady, she'd redone her eyeliner twice already.

Jia groaned, twisting her dark curls into a high ponytail. "This is worse than our RCA finals."

They were getting ready for their first day at the brand’s headquarters, and if they said they weren’t nervous, they would be lying. Jia had asked about her hair at least a hundred times, and the repetition was starting to get to Rian as well.

"Okay, let’s go," Jia said, taking a deep breath.

The headquarters was only twenty minutes away, so they decided to walk, stopping on the way to grab something to eat since they hadn’t stocked up on groceries yet.

Upon arriving, they were immediately escorted to the reception area in the grand main hall and directed to a seating area.

"Please wait here for a moment. Someone will come shortly to show you around and take you to your workspace," one of the staff members said, bowing politely. The girls returned the gesture with a slight bow of their own before sitting down.

Jia, seated beside Rian, began shaking her legs aggressively, her nerves clearly getting the best of her until Rian placed a firm hand on her knee.

"Jia, please," she whispered. "If you keep doing that, I’ll get even more nervous."

"Sorry," Jia mouthed, but her wide eyes kept darting around the space. "This place is—"

"Terrifying?" Rian supplied, gripping her cup of coffee tighter.

Jia shook her head. "I was going to say inspiring. But yeah. Also terrifying."

Even though they were only on the first floor in the reception hall, the grandeur of the place was overwhelming. Massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting an elegant glow over the pristine white marble floors. The walls were adorned with breathtaking paintings, alongside framed photographs of celebrities and even royalty wearing the brand’s exquisite jewelry. The design was sleek and modern but infused with rich red and gold accents, paying homage to Korea’s cultural heritage.

It was intimidating.

As they were immersed in taking in their surroundings, a woman approached them, prompting both girls to rise from their seats and return her bow.

"Hello, you must be the students sent by RCA. My name is Kim Mina, and I'll be your tour guide for today. I’ll also explain what your roles will be here."

"Hello, my name is Han Rian," Rian said, shaking her hand.

"And I’m Lee Jia," Jia added, doing the same.

"Welcome. As you can see, this building has five floors above ground, but there are also two additional floors below us, making a total of seven floors. The first underground level houses our high-security jewelry vault, where you can find some of the rarest and most exquisite jewelry pieces in the world. It’s highly protected. Below that is the artisans’ workshop, where world-renowned goldsmiths and gem setters work. It also contains a 3D printing lab and the quality control department."

She led them toward the elevator as she continued, "On the first floor, where we are now, you’ll find our showrooms and galleries. The second floor, which we’re heading to next, is what we call the Creativity Space. Here, you’ll find all the designers, material researchers, and collaboration spaces."

They stepped into the elevator, and Mina continued explaining, "Directly above that is what I call the Corporate Space, which handles the more boring aspects of the business, CEO offices, finance, and legal teams. The fourth floor is dedicated to digital and marketing strategies. Finally, the top floor is a highly secure VIP space. Access is by appointment only, and it’s used for showcasing high-jewelry pieces, storing archives, and catering to VIP clients who request custom pieces."

She turned to them. "Any questions?"

Both girls shook their heads, trying to absorb all the information.

"Now, as I mentioned, this floor is dedicated to design and creativity. We have thirty-six designer teams, and the two of you will be assigned to different teams."

"We’ll be separated?" Jia asked, slightly surprised.

"Yes, you will," Mina confirmed, glancing at her papers. "Jia, you’ll be assigned to the Digital & NFT Division. This way, please."

They followed her to a spacious, modern room where seven designers were working at their stations.

"Daella," Mina called, and a blonde woman lifted her head before walking toward them.

"This is the student assigned to your team, Jia. You’ll be working under Daella Smith, who leads the designers in this division."

"Please take care of me," Jia said with a polite bow.

"That’s great! Come on in and meet the team," Daella said with a smile. Jia turned to wave at Rian before stepping inside.

"Okay, Rian," Mina continued. "You’re assigned to the Men’s & Unisex Lab. This way, please."

They walked toward another section of the floor, where Mina introduced her to a man in his late twenties.

"This is Choi Hwan, who will be your team leader."

"Hello, my name is Han Rian," she said, bowing respectfully.

"Oh, the student?" he asked Mina, who nodded in confirmation. "Welcome! Come in, please."

"Everyone, this is Rian. She’s a student from RCA, and she’ll be with us for seven months. Let’s make her feel welcome," Hwan announced.

He gestured toward an empty desk. "That will be your spot. Please make it your own."

Rian nodded and began organizing her workspace, placing her sketchbook, tools, and a few personal items to make it feel more comfortable.

"Rian, once you’re settled, come join us over there. We always have a small brainstorming session at the end of the day to discuss ideas and upcoming projects."

"Okay," she replied with a small smile.

By the end of the workday, Rian stepped outside, waiting for Jia.

"Rian!" she heard someone call. Turning around, she saw Jia approaching with a guy and a girl. Rian wasn’t surprised, Jia had a way of making friends wherever she went.

"This is my friend Rian, the one I told you about," Jia introduced her proudly. "And Rian, these are Mayra and Jiho. I met them in my team today."

"Hello! Jia talked about you a lot," Mayra said warmly. She was a stunning girl with golden skin and striking hazel eyes.

"All good things, I hope?" Rian asked with a teasing smile.

"Relax," Jia said. "I'm saving your criminal record for the third hangout."

"Nice to meet you," Jiho said, offering a friendly nod. He was attractive in an intellectual way, with slightly tousled hair styled neatly enough to look effortless. His black-framed glasses only added to his overall aesthetic.

"You too," Rian replied.

"So, Mayra and I were talking, and she suggested we introduce you guys to Seoul’s nightlife as a little celebration for our first day here," Jiho said.

Rian was exhausted from the long day, but she didn’t want to leave Jia alone with people she had just met, even if they seemed friendly. She was still in a foreign country, far from the UK.

"at Club Octagon at 10?" Mayra added.

"Why not?" she agreed with a shrug.

"Great! We’ll meet there then. A few more friends of mine will be joining too, it’ll be fun," Jiho said enthusiastically.

Jiho pulled out his phone. "Let me get your contact in case you get lost." His smile revealed a faint dimple.

As Rian opened her KakaoTalk QR code, she caught Jia and Mayra exchanging gleeful looks, Jia even wiggled her eyebrows. Fantastic.

Great, she thought. Now I have two Jias to deal with.

"See you tonight," Jiho said, pocketing his phone with a wink.

As Jiho and Mayra walked away, Jia smirked at Rian. "Looks like someone’s already caught some attention."

Rian rolled her eyes. "Shut up and let's get ready."

When they entered the club, it was exactly what they had imagined Seoul’s nightlife to be, loud, energetic, and packed with people. The music pulsed through the air, neon lights flickered across the room, and the crowd moved in sync with the heavy bass.

The pulse of bass vibrated through Rian's chest as they pushed through the throng of dancers, neon lights streaking across her vision. She gripped Jia's hand tighter, their linked fingers the only anchor in the sea of bodies. Her phone buzzed, Jiho's message glowed on the screen VIP upstairs. Give our names at the rope.

The bouncer's tablet flashed green at their names, and suddenly they were ascending into a world of low-slung leather sofas and bottle service, the music slightly muted here. Myra sprang up, her sequined dress scattering light like a shattered disco ball.

Her face lighting up when she saw them. She pulled them both into a hug.

"Damn, girl! You look so hot," Mayra said, stepping back to admire Rian. "If I wasn’t into guys, I’d totally bag you."

"You wouldn’t be the first, but get in line, I called dibs first," Jia joked, smirking.

"Shut up," Rian muttered, rolling her eyes playfully before turning her attention to the rest of the group.

She scanned the section. Jiho stood from a curved banquette. "You look incredible," he murmured, fingers brushing her elbow.

"Thank you," Rian replied, trying to subtly shake Jia’s hand off her side, Jia was clearly enjoying this too much.

Jiho chuckled before gesturing toward the guy next to him. "This is Yijun, a music producer. And these are the girls we were waiting for, Jia and Rian."

"Oh, nice to meet you both," Yijun said with a warm smile.

"You too," Rian responded politely, sliding into the seat next to Jia while absentmindedly tucking her hair behind her ear.

As she glanced around, she heard a voice beside her.

"So, Jiho told me you’re from the UK?" Yijun asked curiously.

"Oh, no," Rian corrected. "I studied there since I was sixteen, but I’m originally from here."

"Ah, so I missed my chance to compliment your Korean?" he teased.

She laughed lightly. "You still can, honestly. My Korean is a bit rusty now."

"Where in Korea are you from?"

"I lived in Seoul for a while, but I spent most of my childhood in Busan."

"Busan? The guy who’s running late is from there too," Yijun mentioned casually.

"Oh, really?" Rian joked. "Maybe I know him."

"Who knows, maybe."

Just then, she heard someone else enter the VIP section. The sound of a greeting reached her ears, and she sensed someone approaching the seat behind her.

She instinctively turned with a polite smile, ready to introduce herself.

"Hello—"

But her voice caught in her throat. Her smile vanished the moment her eyes landed on him.

He froze too.

"Rian?"

"Jungkook."

[mybeingthere]

David Jones (b 1939) graduated from Liverpool College of Art in 1961 and it was here he first discovered his interest in printmaking. His tutor was the surrealist artist George Jardine. He won a John Moores travelling scholarship and spent time visiting various design studios across Europe. On returning to the UK he worked as assistant to graphic designers Jock Kinneir and Margaret Calvert. In 1965 -1967 he worked in Japan at Nakamoto International Agency, Osaka.

He returned to the UK and had a busy and successful career working freelance in graphic design, illustration and typography. He also worked as a visiting college lecturer at many of the countries leadings art schools. From 1979 he was a Senior Lecturer at Central Saint Martins (University of The Arts, London).

In the last twenty years he has returned to printmaking, in particular linocuts and wood engraving. He is influenced by Outsider art and Folk art. In 1989 he helped set up Raw Vision, a journal of Outsider Art. David is also a keen Semi-pro musician and plays the soprano saxophone. He hand prints his work in small editions and many of the images in his prints come from dreams.

https://rcaconwy.org/.../david-jones-rca-from-my-imagination

[broadcastarchive-umd]

Museum of Chelmsford:

Today, March 14, marks the 100-year anniversary of the first commercial transatlantic radio broadcast! On 14 March 1925, history was made when this broadcast reached the United States—and Chelmsford played a key role! The broadcast began at 2LO in London, traveled via land wire to 5XX Chelmsford, and was then transmitted across the Atlantic to an RCA station in Belfast, Maine. From there, it was relayed to New York and Washington, allowing American audiences to hear live music from London’s Savoy Hotel. The music was interrupted several times by announcer Milton Cross, who enthusiastically explained where the broadcast was coming from. 5XX was the original low-frequency broadcasting transmitter used by the BBC, and it was made by Marconi and located at the Chelmsford Works. This event paved the way for modern live global broadcasting, and unlike earlier transmissions (such as the 1920 Melba broadcast), a rare recording has survived! The historic recording is archived at Mass Media & Culture, University of Maryland Libraries—our thanks to them for making it available to us! The audio is available on: Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/museumofchelmsford) and Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/museumofchelmsford) The Belfast Historical Society and Museum in Maine - @belfastmuseummaine - also has a special exhibition on the RCA station featuring photographs, documents, news articles, and historical artifacts. If you're ever over that way, be sure to pop in and see it!

[abwwia]

11 Female Artists Who Were Pioneering Minimalists, by Meredith Mendelsohn

Mary Corse (born 1945) is an American artist who lives and works in Topanga, California.

Nasreen Mohamedi (1937—1990) was an Indian artist best known for her line-based drawings, and is today considered one of the most essential modern artists from India.

Anne Truitt (March 16, 1921 – Dec 23, 2004), born Anne Dean, was an American sculptor of the mid-20th century.

Noemí Escandell (1942–2019) was an Argentine postwar contemporary artist. 

Carmen Herrera (May 31, 1915 – Feb 12, 2022) was a Cuban-born American abstract, minimalist visual artist and painter.

Agnes Bernice Martin RCA (March 22, 1912 – December 16, 2004) was an American abstract painter known for her minimalist style and abstract expressionism.

Jo Baer | Josephine Gail Baer (née Josephine Gail Kleinberg; born Aug 7, 1929) is an American painter associated with minimalist artist.

Beverly Pepper (née Stoll; Dec 20, 1922 – Feb 5, 2020) was an American sculptor known for her monumental works, site specific and land art. She remained independent from any particular art movement.

Edwina Leapman was born in 1934 in Hampshire, England and studied at the Slade School and Central School of Arts in London. She was drawn to abstract painting in the late 1950s, but her interest in abstraction was informed by painting from New York of the late 1960's and early 1970's.

Mary Obering (1937 – July 29, 2022) was an American painter focusing mainly on geometric abstraction.

11 Female Artists Who Were Pioneering Minimalists, by Meredith Mendelsohn

www.artsy.net/article/artsy-editorial-11-female-minimalists-you-should-know

[guinevereblom]

Julius Hare (British painter) 1859 - 1932

Dressing Up, 1885

oil on canvas

Julius Hare RCA (23 January 1859 – 12 March 1932) was a British artist, painter of portraits and landscapes.

Born in Dublin, he was the son of Mathias Hare LLD. He was educated at Loughborough Grammar School in England before Studied under Adolphe Yvon of Paris, and also at the West London School of Art, South Kensington, and the Heatherley School of Fine Art. He was made an associate of the Royal Academy of Art and exhibited there.

He lived in Plas Mawr, Conwy, North Wales.

[hooked-on-elvis]

"HARBOR LIGHTS": The first song ever taped by Elvis Presley (officially)

PICTURES: [1-2] Elvis Presley, December 27, 1954. Photo by Lou Lowery.

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Elvis had paid for two private sessions at the Sun Studio, when he would cut two acetates with the songs "My Happiness" and "That's When Your Heartache Begins" — the actual date is not certain but it happened sometime in 1953 — and again Presley would go back to Sun Studio on January 4, 1954, to record "I’ll Never Stand In Your Way" and "It Wouldn’t Be The Same Without You," all ballads.

"In fact, he sang very little but ballads, and to the untrained ear, we now know, he sounded like plenty of other local C&W singers. To Marion [Keisker], though, there was something there — a stronger yearning? A deeper passion? A greater determination? Whatever it was, she wanted to keep an eye on it; after the kid had made his acetate she made herself a note: “Good ballad singer. Hold." — Ernst Jorgensen on "Elvis Presley: A Life In Music"

A while after the private recordings, on June 26, 1954, Elvis was officially invited to a recording session at Sun Studio. A phone call was made by Marion Keisker (Sun Studio's secretary), and soon after that Elvis walked back in the studio and he started the official recordings singing in the same familiar way, not venturing in something out of extraordinary. Nothing came out that was really interesting to tape, but still certain there might be something good ahead, a while after that Elvis came back to Sun Studio once more and that's when the ballad called "Harbor Lights" was covered by him.

The song was originally recorded by Roy Fox & his Orchestra with vocal by Barry Gray, in London, on January 29, 1937. You can listen to the original record of the tune below.

Elvis recorded "Harbor Lights" on July 5, 1954, during his first commercial recording session.

According to Ernst Jorgensen, it may have been the first song Elvis recorded. The first song put on tape. The order for the official recordings during that session at Sun Studio would have been, "Harbor Lights" and "I Love You Because", nothing that really caused a big impression on Sam Phillips, but then during a pause from the recordings, Elvis, Scotty Moore and Bill Black were just joking around, having fun playing Arthur's Cudrup tune their own way, without even realizing they were doing something that finally got Sam Phillips really excited about. That's when "That's All Right" came to be and then, during the same session, there was "Blue Moon of Kentucky", both songs, as soon as released, instant hits by this new Memphis guy with a funny/weird/unique name.

Opposite to the hits "That's All Right", "Blue Moon of Kentucky" and even the ballad "I Love You Because", Sam Phillips considered the recording of "Harbor Lights" unworthy of release, according to Jorgensen once more, because "they couldn’t get the Hawaiian-inspired pop song right" (Look at Hawaii being there for Elvis since the very beginning of his career... in a certain way. Interesting). In 1976, tho, RCA released the master of "Harbor Lights" on the LP "Elvis – A Legendary Performer, Volume 2", for the first time.

I don't know about you but this is surely one of my all-time-favorites Elvis song. ♥ Thank God it came to the light of day.

MASTER (TAKE 3):

Music by Hugh Williams (the pseudonym of Austrian composer Will Grosz) and lyrics by Northern Irish songwriter Jimmy Kennedy. Elvis recorded the songs during studio sessions for Sun Records between July 5–6, 1954, in Memphis, Tennessee.

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SOME OTHER TAKES:

TAKES 1-2 and 3/MASTER

TAKE 4:

TAKES 5-8:

LPS/CDS WHERE THE TUNE CAN BE FOUND:

Elvis - A Legendary Performer, Vol. 2 (1976); Greatest Moments in Music (1979); The King of Rock’n’Roll – The Complete 50’s Masters (1992); A Golden Celebration (1998); Sunrise (1999); Today Tomorrow and Forever (2002); Elvis at Sun (2004); A Boy From Tupelo (2012) - FTD; For LP Fans Only (2018) - FTD.

PICTURE: Elvis and The Blue Moon Boys (Bill Black and Scotty Moore), in 1954.

Sources: "Elvis Presley: A Life In Music" by Ernst Jorgensen and Peter Guralnick; Wikipedia; www.elvis100percent.com.

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Thursday, 11-14-24 8am Pacific

A nippy good Thursday mornin' to all, a slowly-caffeinating Mr. Baggins here with you for Morning Coffee Music, selections to get us in gear and in good cheer. I thought we might begin today by listening to the piece JS Bach wrote about...COFFEE! Here is his "Coffee Cantata", the Cantata BWV 211, sung for us here by Elly Ameling with the Collegium Aureum.

Let's go from Bach to his contemporary Vivaldi, and hear his "Fall" movement from The Four Seasons. This is played for us by violinist Susanne Lautenbacher, with the Württemberg Chamber Orchestra, Jörg Faerber conducting. This, by the way, is my favorite recording of the Four Seasons.

Now let's go back a bit in the Timeline to Domineco Scarlatti. Here is Vladimir Horowitz to play a selection of Scarlatti's many keyboard sonatas, recorded a few years after Horowitz first moved from RCA over to Columbia Masterworks, in 1963.

I thought that we might begin a survey of the symphonies of Antonin Dvorak, here on Morning Coffee Music, one a day. We all know his Ninth, the New World, but many have never heard ANY of the first eight symphonies. Only numbers six and eight ever get much concert-hall time. I've chosen the performances that have stood for decades as "definitive", those of Istvan Kertesz and the London Symphony, in 1967. Here they are to perform the Symphony No. 1 by Antonin Dvorak.

Here's Glenn Gould with the very first Prelude and Fugue from Book 1 of The Well Tempered Clavier by Bach.

Now we are treated to another of Bach's keyboard concerti played by Gould, this one is Number 5, in F minor BWV 1056. The Columbia Symphony Orchestra is directed by Vladimir Golschmann.

Next let's revisit Vaughan Williams, this time we hear his Concerto Grosso in five movements, played by Neville Marriner and the ASMF.

Next we hear Beethoven's Piano Trio in C major, Op. 1, No. 1, played by The Beaux Arts Trio, from their definitive set on Decca.

Let's head to Paris in the 1920s for the music of George Gershwin, his "An American In Paris", played for us here by Leonard Bernstein and the New York Philharmonic, on a Columbia Masterworks recording from 1959.

I wanted to wrap this edition of Morning Coffee Music up with one of the "Songs of the Roses" by Martin Lauridsen, his hauntingly beautiful "Dirait-on". The composer is at the piano, with the Chamber Choir of Europe, directed by Nicol Matt.

I hope that beautiful piece leaves you with a smile and a warm heart. This is Mr. Baggins, signing off for now, I'll be back at 2pm Pacific with your Afternoon Stack of Classic Wax!

Baggins out.

[sagehaleyofficial]

What is UP, my dudes? It's Tuesday again, which means it's time for another "#POSITALK with Sage Haley," a recap of all the top #poppunk related news of the week!

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HERE’S WHAT YOU MISSED THIS WEEK (3.12-3.18.25):

NEW MUSIC:

Måneskin vocalist Damiano David announced the details of his upcoming debut solo album Funny Little Fears, set for release on May 16. It includes the previously released singles “Born with a Broken Heart,” “Silverlines” and “Next Summer.”

Common Sage released their latest single “Drown,” following the release of their album Closer To last year. The band is currently on tour, which started in Sacramento and wil continue through the end of the month.

Spiritbox released a video of their live rendition of “Fata Morgana,” taken from their recent sold-out Alexandra Palace show. They played London’s Ally Pally on February 13 in the run-up to the release of their sophomore album Tsunami Sea.

CHVRCHES’ Lauren Mayberry joined forces with IDLES frontman Joe Talbot for “Sorry, Etc, Etc,” an updated track from the former’s solo album Vicious Creature. The singer will be touring the United Kingdom starting this Thursday.

Sleep Token revealed the details of their upcoming new album Even in Arcadia. Set for release on May 9, it includes the new single “Emergence” and is their first album to be released through RCA Records.

Not Enough Space dropped their latest single “Devil Left Me on Read,” which they call their “heaviest release yet.” The band also stated they drew influences from Suicide Silence and The Black Dahlia Murder for the track.

The Callous Daoboys released the music video for their song “Lemon.” The song comes from their forthcoming album I Don’t Want to See You in Heaven, out everywhere on May 16.

South Arcade dropped their latest single “Supermodels.” It follows their previous single “2005” and in the near future, the band will be opening for Bilmuri on their United Kingdom tour.

A new Yungblud song will be released later today titled “Hello Heaven, Hello.” The track is notable for clocking in at nine minutes and six seconds in length.

TOUR ANNOUNCEMENTS:

Poppy returned to the talk show Jimmy Kimmel Live! last week for a performance of her song “The Cost of Giving Up.” She later announced a global livestream from her They’re All Around Us Tour.

Knocked Loose played an intimate show at London’s Camden Underworld last Friday night. The event, titled “A Special Evening of Violence,” was a warm-up show for their two other UK stops on their current tour.

You Me at Six announced a global livestream for their final-ever show as a band, taking place at London’s OVO Arena Wembley on April 4. The Final Night of Six Global Livestream arrives exactly 20 years to the day since the band’s first rehearsal.

One OK Rock will celebrate the release of their recent album Detox with a headline tour across the United Kingdom and Europe. The band will hit 16 cities this October with support from Paledusk, who is featured on the former’s song “C.U.R.I.O.S.I.T.Y.”

City and Colour revealed a special headline date at London’s Royal Albert Hall on May 18. The singer will perform in honor of 20 years of of his debut album Sometimes.

IDKHOW announced they will be embarking on a United States tour this Spring for six shows, including a festival appearance at Boston Calling. The run will kick off in Salt Lake City on May 17.

Avenged Sevenfold announced a new Latin American tour with support from A Day to Remember, Mr. Bungle, Poppy and Karen Dió on select dates. The tour kicks off in Buenos Aires on September 25 and ends in San Juan on October 14.

Fever 333 revealed their first headline run since last year’s cancelled world tour. Their West Coast tour will kick off in Portland on July 28 and ends in Las Vegas on August 9.

OTHER NEWS:

The Smashing Pumpkins’ classic 1995 double-album, Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, will be turned into an opera. Frontman Billy Corgan announced they will celebrate the album’s 30th anniversary with the help from the Lyric Opera of Chicago.

Blink-182's Mark Hoppus revealed he will celebrate the release of his new book with a special event in London this May. His forthcoming memoir, Fahrenheit-182, is set for release on April 8 and he will appear at the Savoy Theatre on May 5.

The first wave of songs on the soundtrack to Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 3 + 4 was revealed. Bands to be included on the release are Turnstile, Motörhead and Alice in Chains.

The 2025 iHeartRadio Music Awards took place in Los Angeles last night, with Shinedown taking home two awards in the Rock category. Linkin Park also won for Rock Album of the Year and Green Day for Alternative Artist of the Year.

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Check in next Tuesday for more “Posi Talk with Sage Haley"!

[manic-maniac-man]

James Long

SS12

"Born in England. After graduating from London College of Fashion, he studied menswear at RCA. Made his debut in 08-09 A/W London Collection." -gap PRESS

[scotianostra]

The singer Lonnie Donegan was born on April 29th 1931 in Bridgeton Glasgow.

Donegan was born Anthony James Donegan, the son of a Scottish father and Irish mother. His father was a professional violinist who had played with the Scottish National Orchestra.

He moved with his mother to London at an early age, after his parents divorced. Inspired by blues music and New Orleans jazz bands he heard on the radio, he resolved to learn the guitar, and bought his first at the age of fourteen. He took his first name after a New Orleans blues singer he admired called Lonnie Johnson.

The first band he ever played in was the trad jazz band led by Chris Barber, who approached him on a train asking him if he wanted to audition for his group. Barber had heard that Donegan was a good banjo player; in fact, Donegan had never played the banjo at this point, but he bought one and managed to bluff his way through the audition. His stint in this group was interrupted, however, when he was called up for National Service in 1949.

In 1952, he formed his first own group, the Tony Donegan Jazzband, which found some work around London. On one occasion they opened for the blues musician Lonnie Johnson at the Royal Festival Hall. Donegan was a big fan of Johnson, and took his first name as a tribute to him. The story goes that the host at the concert got the musicians’ names confused, calling them “Tony Johnson” and “Lonnie Donegan”, and Donegan was happy to keep the name.

Donegan recorded a reworking of an American folk tune, Rock Island Line. Decca released the song in 1956, billed by the Lonnie Donegan Skiffle Group. The record, with its talking sequences, homage to Americana, and fast train shuffle climax, became a major hit in Britain and America. Because he was paid a flat fee for the session, Donegan didn’t receive any royalty payments for his most popular and influential song until the label struck a new deal for him 40 years later. However, Rock Island Line made him a star in his own right and would remain his signature song throughout his career.

From 1956 through 1962, he enjoyed a string of 34 British hits including Puttin’ on the Style and Cumberland Gap, which hit number one in 1957, Don’t You Rock Me Daddy-O, which reached number four in the same year, and the raucous sing-along My Old Man’s a Dustman which climbed to the top of the charts in 1960. It’s not hard to see why Lonnie is regarded as the first real pop star, his fans included the likes of Lennon and McCartney, who’s first group, The Quarrymen were a skiffle group. he Shadows, the Searchers, the Hollies, Herman’s Hermits, Gerry & the Pacemakers, and Cliff Richard all began their musical lives doing skiffle.

As the swinging sixties rolled on Donegans hits dried up but he was always in demand for gigs at home and across the world, he also dabbled in a wee bit acting and his own song publishing business, his most popular song he bought the rights for being Nights in white Satin. In the 70’s he popped upon the occasional TV shows during breaks from touring, in 1972 Tom Jones covered one of Lonnie’s songs and it went top 5 on both sides of the Atlantic. As a performer he continued to record and lease unsuccessful sides to Pye, Decca, Black Lion, and RCA.

A 1976 heart attack forced Donegan into an uneasy semi-retirement in California. Two years later, Chrysalis Records organized an all-star recreation of his early hits Puttin’ on the Style. Produced by former British teen idol Adam Faith and boasting duets with Ringo Starr, Elton John, and Rory Gallagher, it was his last major-selling album. Follow-ups with respected session ace Albert Lee and Cajun-fiddler Doug Kershaw seemed to point him towards country music, but a series of heart attacks in 1979 ended his full-time career.

In later years Donegan made a series of guest appearances with old friend Chris Barber including a featured spot on Van Morrison’s Skiffle Sessions: Live in Belfast 1998. Just before his death, he returned to touring full time, exhibiting much of his classic verve and humour before standing-room-only crowds. Donegan died on November 3rd, 2002, in Peterborough.

[solar-verse]

Masterlist

07: chapter six

Idoljk x oc

"No, Rian. What you’re asking is crazy."

Rowoon paced his room, running a hand through his hair as if trying to physically shake off her request. Rian sat stubbornly on his bed, her fingers gripping the edge of the mattress.

"It’s not crazy," she insisted. "I’m just asking you to convince Dad to let me study abroad."

As you probably guess it, it didn't end well while her mom said she will think about it. On the other hand, her dad to put it mildly flipped the shit out. He was making sure to never speak about this or jewelry design in general ever again, simply jewelry industry for him wasn't easy and she would do well in other careers. Also she was still young to think about all of this. She really had it enough with people trying to make nothing out of her dream. And now she was trying to convince rowoon to talk to their father to let her go abroad.

"Do you think even if Dad magically agreed, I’d be okay with this?" Rowoon spun to face her, his voice sharp. "Who said I’m on board? And where the hell did this even come from?"

Rian’s jaw tightened. "It didn’t come from nowhere," she said, quieter now. "I’ve researched this for two years now. If I want RCA, I need to start abroad, like CSM. And from Korea, that’s not easy."

Rowoon groaned. "Rian, is this a rebellious phase? If you want to rebel, cut your hair. Dye it blue. I’ll take you to the salon myself."

She stared at him like he’d sprouted a second head. "This isn’t a phase."

For a long moment, Rowoon studied her, the determination in her posture, the fire in her eyes. Then he sighed and slumped onto the bed beside her.

"Okay. Hypothetically," he said, dragging out the word, "what high school would even take you mid-year? You can’t just—"

"I’m top of my class and in the foreign studies program," Rian cut in. "There’s an international arts school in London that accepts transfers for second semester. I checked."

Rowoon’s eyebrows shot up. "You’re in the what? How did no one tell me?"

"You never asked." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a plea. "Rowoon, please. This means everything to me."

He held her gaze, searching for something, maybe the little sister who used to trail after him, now replaced by this fierce, stubborn one, who was he kidding he knew he couldn't win against her. Finally, he exhaled. "…Fine."

Rian launched herself at him, nearly knocking him over. "Thank you! You’re the best brother ever "

"Don’t celebrate yet," he grumbled, but his arms tightened around her anyway. "Now let me figure out how to not get disowned by Dad."

Seongmin and Jiyeon sat across from each other in a quiet corner of the restaurant, the low hum of chatter around them doing little to ease the tension. They’d chosen this place specifically because Rian was at home with rowoon finally giving them space to discuss the abroad debate without her fiery interruptions.

Jiyeon swirled her wine glass, watching the deep red liquid cling to the sides. "Are you really considering what she’s saying?" Seongmin asked.

" I mean she had valid points, if you think about it"

Seongmin’s grip tightened around his chopsticks. "Valid points? She’s sixteen, Jiyeon. Sixteen and talking about moving across the world!"

"Are you mad because she wants to study abroad, or because it’s for jewelry design?"

A new voice cut through the air before Seongmin could retort. He looked up to see an older man pulling out the chair beside Jiyeon, his sharp eyes locking onto Seongmin’s. Uncle Haneul.

"You called him here?" Seongmin hissed at his wife.

Jiyeon set her wine glass down with a deliberate clink. "Because you’re being unreasonable."

"Unreasonable? So you’re fine with our daughter living halfway around the world alone?"

"I never said that," Jiyeon snapped, her voice low but razor-edged. "Don’t you dare twist this on me." The warning in her tone was unmistakable. Seongmin bit back his next words.

Haneul raised a placating hand. "Let’s all calm down." He turned to Seongmin, his gaze knowing. "Do I have the full story? Yes. Jiyeon told me. And before you argue, I get it. She’s young. But is that really why you’re so against this?"

Seongmin’s jaw clenched. Haneul, his father’s best friend, his mentor, the man who’d survived decades under his father’s tyrannical expectations, saw too much. Was a man of great intelligence and patience.

"You’re projecting," Haneul said softly. "Telling your daughter to give up her dream and pick another career… wasn’t that exactly what your father did to you, didn't he always tell you what to do and what not to do?"

Seongmin’s fist hit the table, rattling the dishes.

"I told you a million times, I’m not like him! I’m protecting her!"

Haneul didn’t flinch. He leaned back, swirling his whiskey with the calm of a man who’d weathered worse storms. "Funny. Your father said the exact same thing about you." A pause. "Isn’t the real reason you hate this jewelry dream because the empire you ran from, the one you loathe, is the same world she’s choosing willingly?"

Seongmin’s breath caught. His eyes dropped to the table, fingers curling into his palms. Damn him. Haneul always knew where to twist the knife.

"Jiyeon showed me Rian’s designs," Haneul continued, nodding toward his wife, who was now casually eating her steak, ignoring Seongmin’s searing glare. "From a professional standpoint? She’s exceptional. And she’s had zero formal training. Imagine what she could do with real mentorship."

"I tried to protect her from—"

"—from pain? From struggle that you had to get the same gift as your daughter ?" Haneul cut in. "Seongmin, I get it. But Rian will resent you if you clip her wings. And let’s be honest—" He smirked, tapping his temple. "Your kids are Hans through and through. They’ll hold a grudge forever. You’re living proof."

Seongmin’s head snapped up, fury flashing in his eyes, but Haneul held his gaze, unflinching.

Haneul set down his drink and leaned forward. "If you're concerned about her being overseas, she could stay with me in London. You know I live alone with my wife in a spacious flat. It's the perfect solution , you'll have peace of mind knowing she's with family, and me and my wife will enjoy the company."

Seongmin exhaled slowly, turning the idea over in his mind. It was a reasonable compromise, especially with both Haneul and Jiyeon united against him. Back home, Rian was probably already working on Rowoon, weaving her persuasive arguments. That girl had inherited his stubbornness tenfold. Why couldn't she be content staying home like normal teenagers? Some children didn't leave until their thirties , why couldn't his be one of them?

Still, Haneul had been like a second father to him since childhood, the only person who ever stood up to his own parents. If anyone could be trusted with Rian's care...

"I'll agree," Seongmin said finally, "but with conditions." He fixed Haneul with a serious look. "You still maintain contact with my parents. If Rian stays with you, that connection stays severed. She's to have no contact with them whatsoever."

Jiyeon reached for her water glass, the ice cubes clinking softly. "We can't keep the children in the dark forever. They're old enough to understand family history now."

"I know," Seongmin conceded. "We'll tell them everything when we get home."

Haneul extended his hand across the table, his wedding band glinting under the restaurant lights. "Consider it done. I'll treat her as my own." His expression softened. "I'll begin arrangements immediately , school transfers. Though I may need advice on decorating a teenage girl's bedroom. My tastes might be too... traditional."

As Haneul excused himself to make a phone call, Jiyeon turned to Seongmin with that gentle smile that always melted his resolve. She took his hand, her thumb tracing circles over his knuckles. "I know you're afraid," she said softly. "But our daughter has more sense and talent in her little finger than most adults. We should be proud she's found her passion so young. Also we raised a smart and a strong daughter so we don't have to worry. " She pressed a kiss to his temple. "This was the right choice."

Seongmin squeezed her hand, hoping with all his heart she was correct. Now came the harder tasks, rescuing Rowoon from Rian, then sitting both children down to teach them their family history.

The siblings hovered outside their father's home office door, their shoulders pressed together in nervous anticipation.

"Go knock!" Rian hissed, shoving against her brother's unyielding back.

"Slow down - I haven't figured out what to say yet," Rowoon whispered back, trying to shake her off.

"You've had hours to think! Just knock already!"

Before their bickering could escalate, their mother's amused voice floated through the door "Children, you can come in. We can hear you perfectly well out there."

Rian quickly smoothed her hair and wiped her damp palms on her shorts before delivering one final, pointed nudge to Rowoon's ribs. Her brother responded with a glare that promised retribution as he took a steadying breath, silently praying to any listening deity that this wouldn't end with him being disowned.

When the door swung open, Rian's eyes immediately went to her father's impassive face behind the imposing desk, while their mother sat in the visitor's chair, offering them an encouraging smile.

"So, dear father, dear mother," Rowoon began, his voice unnaturally bright. Rian nearly facepalmed at his tone. "As we all know, our dear Rian here is... unusually talented at this jewelry thing. And while I completely understand your concerns about her moving abroad, she does have a point about needing international experience if she wants to get into that fancy art school she keeps talking about." He shot Rian a look. "Besides, she's boring as a grandmother, so you really don't need to worry about her getting into trouble. She'll probably just study and come straight home every night, right Rian?"

Rian nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

When their father's expression remained unchanged, Rowoon plowed ahead "Look Dad, Rian really wants this, and you know how insufferable she gets when she doesn't get her--"

"I accept."

The siblings froze, then turned to stare at each other in disbelief before looking back at their parents.

"Really?" Rowoon blurted out before Rian elbowed him sharply. "I mean... that's great! But... why the sudden change?"

Their mother gestured to the sofa against the wall. "Why don't you both sit down? There are some things your father and I need to discuss with you."

The siblings sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the stiff-backed sofa, their postures mirroring each other’s tension as they watched their parents exchange a loaded glance. The air in the study felt suddenly thicker.

"Children," their father began, his voice uncharacteristically soft, "do you remember that woman who visited you at school years ago? The one who introduced herself as your grandmother?" He paused, his fingers tracing the edge of his desk. "As you’ve probably guessed, my relationship with my parents was... complicated."

Rian felt Rowoon stiffen beside her. Their father never spoke about his family.

"They weren’t cruel," he continued, staring at a point just beyond their shoulders as if watching a memory unfold. "But sometimes I almost wished they were. At least then they might have noticed they had a son." A humorless smile touched his lips. "I spent my childhood trying to earn their approval, top marks, perfect manners, every trophy they could want. But there was one thing I could never master, no matter how hard I tried." His eyes found Rian’s, warm with something like wonder. "That talent you have, Rian. The way you see shapes in empty space, how metal and stone come alive in your sketches, you see jewelry design some may say it is in our blood from the beginning of the han lineage, creating jewelery for the royal family to being our own royalty and name it han seora"

Rian’s breath caught. Han Seora. The name crashed over her with the weight of centuries, a jewelry empire that had adorned queens and modern celebrities alike. Anyone knows who han seora is. Important personalities race to be one of the few to be able to wear their one of their pieces to brag about it.

"You’re—" Rowoon’s voice cracked. "You’re the heir of Han Seora?"

Their father nodded, reaching for their mother’s hand. " was. Until I chose happiness over heritage." The way their parents’ fingers intertwined told the rest of the story, a love that had cost a dynasty.

"I’m telling you this," their father said, leaning forward with sudden intensity, "because I let fear cloud my judgment. The thought of you being drawn back into that world through your talent terrified me. But watching you these years your determination, your vision. I realized I was making the same mistake my parents did." He stood abruptly, the chair scraping against hardwood. "You’ll go to London, I have an uncle like haneul and his wife will take you in since all of his children are my age and have their own families. You’ll study. And you’ll become everything I couldn’t, on your own terms."

Before she could process the words, Rian was on her feet, crashing into her father’s embrace. His arms tightened around her, his next words muffled against her hair: "Just promise me one thing."

"Anything," she whispered.

"Whatever you create," he pulled back to meet her eyes, his own suspiciously bright, "sign it with your mother’s name. Not han but yoon."

"Congratulations on finishing your tour, man," Rowoon said through the phone, his voice tinny over the speaker.

Jungkook paused his game just long enough to reply, "Yeah, thanks. Which is why I'm confused you bailed on the finale after I specifically invited you." He tossed his controller aside as his character died on screen.

"Don't even start," Rowoon sighed. "I was dealing with Rian's move."

"Move? To a new school?" Jungkook perked up, abandoning the game entirely.

"Try a new continent. London, actually." The line crackled with Rowoon's exasperated breath. "Honestly, I still don't know what exactly happened after that dinner—"

Jungkook's bruised knuckles throbbed at the mention of that night. He flexed his hand, the purple-blue marks fading but still visible. "What about the dinner?"

"When I got back from walking the girls to the bus stop, Rian was gone, you and the guys had vanished, and the place looked like a warzone. Never got the full story."

Jungkook's throat tightened. "Rian left early, some school assignment. The others got wasted. I had to head back to Seoul for concert prep." The lie tasted bitter.

"Drunk, huh?" Rowoon's tone turned suspicious.

"Yes. Drunk." Jungkook stared at the blank TV screen, seeing instead Rian's tear-streaked face Infront of the restaurant.

"Whatever. At least they stopped blowing up my phone after that night. Weird how clingy they got after one meeting, Daejung and I were just trying to arrange a dinner between us but they just invited themselves. wait you and Jimin seemed pretty cozy though." he teased

Jungkook snorted. "Please. Not my type and you know it. Though she was... chatty."

"Mr. 'I Don't Have A Type' over here,"

Jungkook forced a laugh his mind still where rowoon told him seconds ago. "Still talking to that German exchange student? The one obsessed with Korean guys?"

"Okay, low blow," Rowoon groaned. "That was one time, look, I gotta go. Don't need your play-by-play of tour hookups."

The line went dead before Jungkook could respond. He dropped his phone onto the couch, the silence of the dorm suddenly oppressive. His injured hand ached, not from the punches he'd thrown that night, but from the words he couldn't take back.

Jungkook couldn’t tell Rowoon the truth about that night, not without unraveling everything. The mere thought made his stomach twist. Those bastards had said vile things about Rian, and he’d dealt with them accordingly. Daejung knew better than to breathe a word, but if Rowoon found out, he’d not only lose his mind over what had been said, he’d also realize Rian’s crush. And that was a complication Jungkook refused to entertain.

Whether he believed it or not was irrelevant. The moment Rowoon suspected, he’d dissect every interaction Jungkook had ever had with Rian, turning innocent moments into something they weren’t. After all he knew rowoon had a thing with dramatics. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of something as fleeting as a teenage girl’s infatuation.

And yes, he knew about her crush. How could he not? She’d been painfully obvious, those lingering glances, the way she’d light up when he walked into a room. Every year, he told himself she’d grow out of it. But instead, it only seemed to intensify.

It didn’t matter. He didn’t, couldn’t, like her that way. She was Rowoon’s little sister. She was sixteen. Even if she were older, even in some alternate universe where none of those barriers existed, he still wouldn’t feel the same.

So, had he broken her heart? Let her cry? Acted like a cold, unfeeling bastard while those assholes spewed their filth?

Yes.

Did he regret it?

God, yes.

It haunted him, the way her face had crumpled, the way she’d fled without looking back. He hadn’t stopped thinking about it since. But he’d told himself it was a necessary evil. That she needed to understand, once and for all, that nothing would ever happen between them.

What he hadn’t expected was for her to leave. To pack up and vanish to another country at sixteen. How did her parents accepted that is a whole other story he couldn't understand.

And now? Now he felt like shit.

He’d just wanted her to move on, not move away.

[mybeingthere]

Watercolours by Edward Bawden (1903 – 1989, British).

"Edward Bawden (1903-1989) thought of himself as a designer, not an artist. A respected British book illustrator and printmaker, his commercial designs for clients including Fortnum & Mason and Shell, are rightly prized as classics. But as the Dulwich Picture Gallery in London argues, his fine art has been unfairly neglected. The gallery’s new exhibition, which features his paintings alongside his book illustrations, posters and graphic designs, ought to change that. The most comprehensive exhibition since his death, it argues that Bawden reinvented the watercolour for the 20th century.

Bawden is best known for his witty approach to linocut, a printing technique similar to woodcut, which he elevated into a respected medium. But as the exhibition reveals, Bawden was fascinated by watercolour. While he was at the Royal College of Art (rca), Bawden, his friend and fellow art student, Eric Ravilious, and their tutor, Paul Nash, rediscovered the British watercolourists of the late 18th and early 19th centuries. At the time – this was the 1920s – the restrained style of artists like Francis Towne and John Sell Cotman seemed refreshingly modern after decades of “blob” and “swash”, one critic’s disparaging terms for the loose style that grew out of Impressionism. In their own work, Bawden and his circle began to combine clean lines and precisely applied colour with stencilling and collage, and to borrow techniques from oil painting such as stippling, where the canvas is dotted with many small specks. In their hands, watercolour drawing went from fusty to fresh."

By Florence Hallett https://www.economist.com/.../how-edward-bawden...