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“The Doors achieved something more than just music. Morrison’s furious. The song “Break on Through (To the Other Side)” blew my mind. It was fast, and the singer yelled. There was a lyric that grabbed me: “I found an island in your arms/Country in your eyes/Arms that chain/Eyes that lie/Break on through to the other side.” That’s heavy, and the way he’s screaming, for a little kid it’s kind of terrifying. Then when I got older, as a young late teenager, early 20-something guy, you hear The Doors in a totally different way. You hear the poetry, you hear the power of the lyric and then you find out he read Arthur Rimbaud, so you got to go get Arthur Rimbaud’s writing, and that’s monumental. That he was into Antonin Artaud, you read that stuff which is really far out and you become even more inspired. The story of the band is steeped in myth-tinged legend, but the facts of their brief history are as compelling as they are at times tragic. Jim Morrison was a true wild man of rock & roll.” — Henry Rollins
#the doors#jim morrison#ray manzarek#robby krieger#john densmore#psychedelic rock#60s#rock n roll#acid rock#henry rollins#punk
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I LOVE THIS CLIP SO MUCH... they are so so silly
(from s01e02 "Memory")
#I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP!!!!#so looking forward to my rewatch of the early seasons i miss cinnamon and rollin so bad#mission: impossible#mission: impossible 60s#mission: impossible tv show#dan briggs#barney collier#willy armitage#cinnamon carter#steven hill#peter lupus#greg morris#barbara bain
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Woah. That's a pretty kickass NYE plan.
The Village Voice - Dec 21, 1961
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Very very very upset about cagney not winning so I wanted to submit some propaganda as his number 1 shooter :( was he conventionally attractive? No… was he the scrungliest cutiest patootiest manlet ever? YES!!!
Some fun facts for you… his first onstage appearance was as a chorus girl (top row, second from left with the killer arms hehe.) He actually had such bad stage fright that he would get sick before going onstage :(( which is hard to believe given the confidence that he exuded onscreen! According to James himself, he didn’t even really have a passion for acting that landed him on Broadway, to him it was ‘just another job.’
Despite a genuinely rough upbringing which influenced a lot of his ‘hoodlum’ characters, he was the complete opposite of the characters he played, apart from definitely being a mama’s boy, much like many of his gangster roles hehe c: He loved animals, art, sailing (despite suffering from severe seasickness hhh) and gardening. He was nicknamed the ‘faraway fella’ by his dear friend Pat O’Brien because of his introverted nature. Here are some of his drawings and paintings. He actually attended Columbia to study art, but had to drop out when his father died in 1918.
He raised horses later in life on his land in Martha’s Vineyard, Verney Farm (a combination of Cagney and his wife’s maiden name, Vernon. He was married to his wife, affectionately nicknamed Billie, for 60+ years until his death.) He was so interested in farming that he was awarded an honorary degree in agriculture from Rollins College, and when accepting the degree, he submitted a paper on soil conservation… what a silly little guy.
James was also a talented boxer—owing to his street fighting youth—and ballplayer. If he hadn’t been an actor, he may have made the major leagues!! Speaking of career changes, he was nicknamed ‘the great againster’ for his constant walkouts from Warner Bros. following contract disputes. On more than one occasion, he threatened to quit Hollywood to become a dentist or a doctor like his brother lolll. Most importantly, he was one of the founders of the Screen Actors Guild and fought hard for actors’ rights!! Here are some pics of him boxing/wrestling … I love when those strands of hair would fall out over his forehead :D
Anyway I have so much more I could say but this is getting long so I’ll stop here… I just love him so much!!! He was a sweetheart and a cool guy!!! As someone said, this is the verified short king lover website, so SHOW IT!! Vote cagney!!
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Imagine getting suspended cause you voiced your disapproval cause of the being 60 minutes long but not the guy who came barging into the women's locker room and punched the wall cause he got butt hurt?!?
I'm on Britt side of this sorry
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#nipsey hussle#marathon monday#marathon mondays#the marathon continues#the marathon clothing#tmc#hussle tha great#hussle and motivate#game#jewels#reality#life#king of la#slauson boy#crenshaw#slauson#crenshaw and slauson#60th street#60th street legend#rollin 60s#life lessons#lessons#lesson#life lesson#lessons in life#lesson in life#true story#urban legend#prolific#so gifted
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Grishaverse Tribute
I'm pissed. I'm vengeful. I'm going to march on Netflix.
The cancellation is uncalled for, now all we will see in return for the snubbing of one of the best series on Netflix, with one of the best fandoms, cast and creators another stupid documentary glorifying a serial killer, another shitty teen show with no plot but plenty of sex (because sexualizing children will be something they always get away with), and another over-marketed pointless action film with some former boxer or wrestler leading it who can't really act more than one type of nice-buff guy.
In my mournful and restless vengeful spirit, I have come up with another playlist dedicated to the Grishaverse, the fans, the cast and Leigh Bardugo. This breaks their hearts so much because we know how excited and passionate they were about telling this story, and to think now so many won't be able to go on and live their beloved characters through to the end. I can't stand it.
"None of this had been fated; none of it foretold. There had been no prophecies of a demon king or a dragon queen, a one-eyed Tailor, Heartrender twins. They were just the people who had shown up and managed to survive. But maybe that was the trick of it: to survive, to dare to stay alive, to forge your own hope when all hope had run out. For the survivors then, Zoya whispered to herself as the people before her knelt and chanted her name. And for the lost." - Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves
I got to dream through them, Shadow and Bone saved my Covid years, when I was alone in a dorm learning online, unable to be with anyone else, with no friends and no family. I had little to no confidence and was stuck in a place that scared me. But then I had Shadow and Bone, I had these amazing characters and when I dove into the books, I found so much more. (A found family is my favourite literary trope for a reason.)
“Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?" "Knife to the throat?" asked Inej. "Gun to the back?" said Jesper. "Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina. "You're all horrible," said Matthias." - Leigh Barugo, Six of Crows
This is a playlist for all of us who are mourning and for all of us willing to fight on. I've seen petitions already posted on change.org, lets sign them all, share them all and try our best to change this while we can. Warrior Nun got their season 3. Who says we can't? Who says we shouldn't? Brick by Brick we will build our season 3, or we'll go down trying.
“Have any of you wondered what I did with all the cash Pekka Rollins gave us?" "Guns?" asked Jesper. "Ships?" queried Inej. "Bombs?" suggested Wylan. "Political bribes?" offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. "This is where you tell us how awful we are," she whispered.” - Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom
Pardon the ecclectic taste of this long playlist, but there are so many types of song that I feel fit the plot, the charcaters and themes as well as their relationships to each other. This has sparked inspiration in me to create more playlists catering to the Grishaverse and I'll do that alongside my usual playlist posts.
I would also like to say that this playlist isn't just mine, it's for everyone and I would love for any fans of the show or books to let me know if they have any songs that they love to be added to the playlist and I will do so.
There are over 60 songs on this playlist, so I'm not going to write them all here for obvious reasons, I hope none of you mind that.
For our founding mother Leigh Bardugo. For the Six of Crows; Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar. For our S+B crew; Alina Starkov, Malyen Oretsev, The Darkling, Baghra Morotzova, Nikolai Lantsov, Zoya Nazyalensky, Genya Safin, David Kostyk, Tolya Yul-Bataar, Tamar Kir- Bataar, Nadia and Adrik Zhabin.
Let the revival of Season 3 be our final grand mission.
Lets stream the show, post more art, more fanfics, more posts, more petitions. Let's fight for what we can.
No Mourners, No Funerals.
'Yuyey sesh'
'Ni weh sesh'
#grishaverse#shadow and bone#six of crows#kaz brekker#crooked kingdom#nina zenik#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#matthias helvar#shadow and bone netflix#shadow and bone season 2#shadow and bone cast#shadow and bone show#fuck netflix#leigh bardugo#zoya nazyalensky#nikolai lantsov#tolya yul bataar#tamar kir bataar#nadia zhabin#genya safin#david kostyk#the darkling#alina starkov#malyen oretsev#no mourners no funerals#brick by brick#true north#the grisha trilogy
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The Rockstar, Her Husband, & Their Dagger Ducklings 🐥🎸 | TGM Imagine
Takes place after the events of TGM
TGM Masterlist
Read ‘It’s A Long Way To The Top’ first before this!
Characters & Pairings: Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x 80s Rockstar!reader (romantic), Bradley Bradshaw x reader (mother/son-type relationship), Dagger Squad (platonic) Hondo (platonic)
Content Warnings: fluff, profanity, mentions or past drug use & alcohol, 80s references, found family troupe | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 5.3k
Premise: everyone loves a found family story. The one tells the what it looks like when you put a married couple, in which the husband is the Navy’s most famous pilot and the wife is the most iconic front-woman in rock n roll history, with their sorta adopted adult children that are the Navy’s best of the best pilots. Join Maverick, his rockstar wife, and the dagger ducklings on just some of their rock and rollin’ adventures.
Requested 📨: yes/no
Note: As soon as I finished IALWTTT I immediately started thinning about doing a little mini blurb about Mav, his rockstar wife, and the dagger squad as they become a little family. Plus I thought of how they would be if they were at the Rock n Roll HOF induction 😉 hope y’all like this and let me know what you think! -Bee 🐝
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There is only one word that could describe best what it’s like when a 60 and 58 year old couple decide to unofficially adopt seven 30+ year olds as their surrogate children…..It’s madness.
Well it’s madness about 80% of the time just because they’re basically teenagers in adult bodies whenever they get together. For example, Mav and Y/n really got a taste of what it was like when the daggers were in the same room just the night after the concert when they invited them over for Saturday dinner. The barbecue was going, drinks were passed around, music was on full blast and things were calm…..until it was time to sit down at the table.
“That is not how I got my callsign, Seresin!” Nat chucked a celery stick at the blonde. The conversation of call signs came into play about thirty minutes into the meal with Jake taking it upon himself to tell the stories he personally witnessed or heard from others. He had just got done explaining that Phoenix got black out drunk in flight school, threw up all over the dorms but managed to clean it all up, and then woke up in time the next day for training.
“That’s what I heard, Trace,” he defends with hands raised, laughing as the others try not to receive the wrath of the firebird.
“And who was your source?”
Jake doesn’t hesitate to throw him under the bus, “Rooster.”
“Dude!” The pilot shouts, causing Y/n to do an expression of, ‘nooooo.’
Nat threw a celery at him, “What the hell, Bradshaw, that’s not what happened.” Rooster sends a glare to Jake, before facing Nat with a look of plea, “forgive me, Nat. But that’s what I remembered happening.” Her reaction is one that reads, ‘are you serious?’
“You were just as wasted as I was! How the hell did you manage to remember that?”
“So you did black out and showed up in time for training?” Fanboy asks with slight awe. There was no way in hell he’d be about to do that. If it were him, he’d likely still be in bed and get chewed out for missing.
“Look,” she sighs, “the event itself happened, yes,” she ignores the sounds of ‘damn, Phee,’ ‘I knew it was true,’ the glare they receive causes them to shut up. “But I already had Phoenix as my callsign. That isn’t what gave me it, but people were just like, ‘no wonder they say you rise from the ashes.’ So, you can forget about that being the origin cause it wasn’t.”
Murmurs sound and then Y/n politely asks, “How did you get the name then, hon?” This time Nat blushes and tells the truth, “I used to be obsessed with the X-Men comics as a kid. And well….Jean Grey was my favorite character so I dressed up as her Phoenix form almost every Halloween for five years. Word got around and the rest was history.”
The rest of the night was full of laughs, games, and conversation.
“I am open about the fact I did…dabble in the white powder during my late teens-early twenties,” Y/n nodded when the question about her past drug use arose. The information was public that she and other band members smoked weed early in their careers and experimented with harder substances. In an interview with the Rolling Stone magazine shortly after the band went on hiatus Y/n confirmed the last time she used drugs was in 1988.
“Unfortunately it was common in the 80s—especially in the industry, I mean the amount of people you met who did it was longer than Santa’s list. When you have young, vulnerable kids who are new to the scene and having to migrate the spotlight like we did things tend to happen,” she waves a hand to emphasize her point. “But I only did it in social settings. It was only a few times really and the last time I did a line I swear I saw God. When I tell you it was like witnessing the Big Bang in real time—I-I immediately cut it off after that. It was so bad—never again.”
At one point Jake asked, “tell us your top five favorite moments in your entire career.”
“Oh God,” she laughed, turning to Mav who had the same expression. “Only five? That’s gonna need time to think but……” she starts counting off with her fingers, “in no particular order: the Super Bowl, duh. The first ever MTV Video Music Awards—you just had to be there. Smoking a blunt with Snoop Dogg after the 2001 Grammys,” she paused when they all hollard with cheers. “Performing with Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr,” Bob made an audible sound like it was the coolest thing he’d ever heard. “And…..oh gosh there’s so many more—SNL, winning the Oscar, making out with Matt Dillion after The Outsiders premiere,” Mav rolled his eyes at that knowing she was teasing him. Of course he knew she’d been with Hollywood heartthrobs before they met, men and women alike. Mav wasn’t insecure or anything. They’d been together for so long he had nothing to be insecure for. It was just that he had met Matt Dillion in the 90s…..and could tell the actor still had lust for his woman.
Y/n couldn’t help but tease him knowing Pete was obviously jealous the night she introduced the two at a party they attended. It was just a friendly encounter with Y/n having her eyes for the pilot, disregarding the affectionate gaze from her former fling. “He won’t stop staring at you,” Pete pouted when he caught Matt’s eyes for a fourth time, once again checking his girlfriend out. Chuckling, Y/n made herself comfortable in Pete’s lap, pulling him closer so they barely had space as she went in to kiss him after saying, “Let him stare, baby. He had a chance and he missed it. Now he’s in the past and you’re my present and future.”
Yeah, Matt left the party shortly after that display.
Y/n kissed blushing Pete’s cheek and took a moment to think, “But I gotta include the first time we played at The Garden. I think that’s the moment when I really felt like I was a rockstar.”
The dogs were having a grand time with all the attention they were getting. Goose spent most of the time on Bradley’s lap, with Y/n scolding the man for feeding the pup some of the plain chicken wing meat. Plans were arranged for the upcoming months which included Mickey and Jake’s birthdays, Halloween and of course, Y/n’s HOF induction. The daggers were under the impression only Mav and possibly Rooster would get to go in person to the event, so they worked on meeting up to watch the live feed together.
Little did they know their resident rockstar was already conspiring.
Speaking of Halloween, the party was a night to remember when the holiday arrived. It had already been established that Mav and Y/n knew how to throw a party. Mickey and Jake’s birthday were just two examples in which the dagger squad, the band, and their close friends were thankful Y/n’s closest neighbors were quite the walk away. Halloween, however, was where the couple got to shine.
Not only were they best dressed as Jack Skeleton & Sally, with their dogs all dressed up as bats, but their entire home looked straight out The Nightmare Before Christmas. The front lawn was like a graveyard, with a giant inflatable pumpkin. Inside was spectacular with the sunken living room transformed into a dancefloor. One could expect the daggers were trying not to lose their mind with the amount of stars they met. Duran Duran was there, which was expected since the two bands had been friends since the 80s but also because of the induction in just a few short weeks.
Robert Downey Jr. was in attendance with his family—Fanboy pretty much shit his pants when he realized who Y/n was introducing him too. The Marvel junkie in him was going crazy. “Hey, buddy, nice to meet ya. Any friend of the Mitchell’s is a friend of mine,” Robert shook his hand, the pilot’s mouth a gape causing Y/n to chuckle and pat his back, “I think we broke the poor boy, Robert.”
Nat found herself having a drink with Carrie Ann Moss from the Matrix, who she was dressed as her iconic character. “Nice outfit,” the actress complimented with a genuine smile. Nat didn’t know how she managed to find the words to speak, but somehow said, “t-thank you. Wow um—it’s an honor.” Before she knew it the two women were talking with Carrie Ann telling her all the behind the scenes info of her most renowned sci-fi trilogy.
Fucking Serena and Venus Williams was there. Coyote just about had a heart attack and texted his mother right after meeting them saying, “You’ll never believe who I just met, ma.” He then proceeds to send the selfie they took to his family group chat. They were losing their minds just as he was.
Payback’s fan girl moment came when he ended up being challenged in a dance off with the one and only Janet Jackson. What made it better…he was dressed as Michael Jackson from his Thriller music video. It’s probably what had the singer challenge him when the song ‘Scream’ she did with brother came on. The costume Janet had involved a mask, so the man didn’t even know who he was dancing with until the song came to an end.
“Does he know that’s Janet?” Y/n came up to her husband, grinning at the sight. Mav shook his head, “I don’t think he does.” When the mask revealed the face hidden behind, Reuben forgot what the hell was even happening around him. “Holy shit,” was all he could say, grinning wide as she approached with a nod of respect, “You got moves, kid.”
Jake came up and slapped him on the back, “That was fucking awesome!” Payback was still in disbelief, exhaling with awe, “I just dance battled Janet Jackson…. while dressed as Micheal Jackson, to the song Scream by Micheal and Janet Jackson…I’ve won at life.”
Rooster, as usual, was the life of the party. A lot of the guests he already had the privilege of meeting years before. So one could imagine how stunned his friends were to see him nonchalantly shooting pool with fucking Dave Grohl from the Foo Fighters. “You’ve gotten better since the last time we played,” the guitarist chuckled when Rooster hit the winning shot.
“Ain’t no better place to become pro than in a Navy officer bar.”
“Guess you’ll have to teach me a thing or two now, kid.”
Beach days were reserved for dogfight football. Ever since that first time playing it the pilots couldn’t play it any other way. Hondo or Y/n would be ref and there would be times where the band would come out with their kids so they had more players.
“Ready….set…” Y/n blows the whistle and the balls are tossed to their respective quarterback. The speaker blasting music would muffle out due to the shouts and cheers, Y/n squealing when Mav would lift her over his shoulder whenever he scored. “Pete Mitchell put me down!” A slap to his jean clad ass would result in her being tossed in the water. “Hey! Oh you little—,” the pilot was yanked down, falling into the upcoming wave to the sound of his wife’s laughter.
Sometimes the dogs would join in on the fun at the private beach. It always ended with Rooster, Mav, and Coyote chasing after Goose and Ice, the mutts stealing the balls in the middle of the game. Sweet Bella was always on her best behavior, cuddling with the younger kids who opted out of playing. “Goose, get back here!” “Ice, now is not the time!”
Four days before the induction ceremony, Y/n gathers her ducklings to the home for their monthly barbecue. “Gather ‘round, ducklings,” she taps a spoon to her wine glass. “Gather ‘round.”
“The Queen has something to say,” Rooster adds when they take too long to circle the table, resulting in Y/n to lightly smack his shoulder in a motherly way. He feigns hurt, mumbling, “rude.”
The rockstar calls the attention back to her, “It has come to my attention that you all have made plans to watch the live feed of Saturday’s ceremony. Well, I have some news I’d like to share….” She gestures for Pete, who brings over a literal silver tray with eight black and red envelopes neatly lined up. Each envelope had the pilots callsign in silver sparkly lettering.
“Was this your idea?” she muses at the silver tray, Pete and Rooster grinning like children who were presenting an art project.
“We thought it was fitting.”
“You two,” she sighs though there is amusement in her tone. “When I call your name please retrieve your present. But don’t open it till I say so.”
“What did you do?” Nat accuses when she’s the first to receive the envelope. Lightweight in her hands, she examines it closely while the others get theirs, but does not open it like instructed. Hondo is the last to get his, taking his place back between Javy and Mickey.
“Consider this your holiday present from Mav and I,” Y/n leans into her husband when his arm goes around her. “We both split the costs—though I insisted it all be on me since It was my idea,” she looks at him with a knowing look.
He just kisses her temple, “You know I wouldn’t have let you when you already do so much, honey,” Pete looks at his pilots, “But we hope you all like it and accept the offer.”
“If this is what I think it is,” Jake starts to say, catching onto what the couple were implying. Y/n’s little indication of the ceremony is what really had him suspect. “Then I’m going to scream.”
Nat quickly catches on, gasping, “I swear to God, y’all better not have.”
“Better not have what?” Bob innocently looks at the couple, who were both grinning wide. Y/n couldn’t take it any longer and allowed them to open the envelopes. Sure enough Jake screamed, but it was more of a dramatic one. With him were Mickey, Javy, Payback and even Bob was shouting. Nat immediately embraced Y/n in a hug while Hondo did the same to Mav. Before long the entire group was in a big dogpile with the pups getting in on the hype.
“You guys are unbelievable!” Nat shouted amongst the chaos, double checking the papers to see they were in fact what they were. It was a ticket to the Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony taking place that Saturday at the Microsoft Theater “Wh-what!? How!?”
“I’ve had them ready since July,” Y/n told her, laughing at Nat’s jaw dropped expression.
“Thank you so so much!” Nat hugs her again after the guys express their words of gratitude, “I don’t think we can thank you enough—I mean you’ve already done so much for us. Now this!? Honestly I don’t know how we’ll make it up to you.”
“Don’t think about that,” Y/n assured, moving to the side when a play fight broke out between Mav, Rooster, and Jake with the dogs. “It makes me happy to do these things and that we get to share them together. You guys are our family now. Not just mine and Pete’s, but also the Romantics. And I would want nothing more than my whole family to be in attendance Saturday night.”
“It would be our honor,” Nat squeezes her hand, still in disbelief that she got to call the woman a friend and was privileged to experience things she never thought she could. When Saturday came Nat had to pinch herself. Sitting in the stands of Microsoft Theater with her best friends, dressed in a sparkly pantsuit and in absolute awe.
The squad was close to the stage but in the stands since the floor was where all the tables were. From their position, they could see Y/n and Pete with the Romantics and their managers. Front tables were basically reserved for the inductees. The year's inductee lineup was insane. Absolute icons: Duran Duran, Pat Benatar, Dolly Parton, Eurythmics, Lionel Richie, Eminem, Carly Simon, Judas Priest, Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, Harry Belafonte, Sylvia Robinson, Jimmy Lovine, Elizabeth Cotten, and Allen Grubman.
Those who had passed were to be honored by singers and the inductees present would perform. One by one the inductees were honored. Personal friends, fans, or colleagues gave speeches for the artist/group they were inducting. Dr. Dre inducted Eminem, Robert Downey Jr for Duran Duran. In between performances took place with the crowd on their feet and singing along to iconic songs that defined a generation.
Hearing Dolly Parton live was a moment they’d never forget. So many things could be crossed off their bucket list, including seeing Dolly Parton. Together they shouted the lyrics to ‘Sweet Dreams’ by Eurythmics at the top of their lungs, the guys rapping along with Eminem. Nat felt like a teenager again singing along to Pat Benatar’s ‘Love Is A Battlefield,’ & ‘Heartbreaker’. They rocked out to Judas Priest, Duran Duran, and Loionel Richie. Everyone was having a blast and then the moment they were all waiting for came.
To induct Y/n and The Romantics, the crowd screamed in joy when Ryan Reynolds approached the podium. At the table the band were in a heep of laughter already. It was fitting having the movie star induct them considering their songs were featured in the Deadpool movies and they made a cameo in Deadpool 2. Ryan was not only a big fan of the group but had become their friend.
“Hello, hello, greetings and salutations fellow rock n rollers,” he starts, the audience roaring around. Payback brought his thumbs up to whistle. “It’s an honor and privilege to be here tonight with you all, and it’s a mega blessing to be inducting this next group,” his attention lands on the Romantics, the cheers getting louder, “which is safe to say has been long overdue.”
“Damn right!” Rooster shouts, which actually catches Ryan’s attention, the movie star pointing in his direction with a curt nod.
“Now if you’re a child of the 70s like me and had your teenage years in the decade known for religious cults and a substance sharing the name with a popular soft drink,” he pauses at the laughter that rings out, coughing lightly before continuing, “then you should know who Y/n and The Romantics are.” Microsoft Theater rumbled with the reaction of the crowd. “If you don’t,” Ryan shrugs, “then you must be living under a fucking rock.”
The camera pans to the band, Y/n with a hand over her mouth covering the massive grin she had beneath. Her bandmates were just as joyous as they watched Ryan give his speech. “At just the ripe age of fourteen, these young cats hit the streets of Atlanta and sang tunes for all ears to hear. It was 1978. The Camp David Peace Accords was signed, the first IVF baby was born, NASA unveiled their first group of women astronauts, and Japanese explorer Naomi Uemura became the first to reach the North Pole. For a bunch of freshmen in high school, their lives changed when their rendition of ‘Cry Baby’ by Janis Joplin was heard by the right person passing by.” Ryan pauses once more to let the audience cheer, at the table Pete takes Y/n’s hand in his, giving it a loving squeeze.
“Though they released their first single on New Year’s Day of 1979, the new decade emerged with a new spice to rock music. It skyrocketed these kids to stardom with their unique sound and a frontwoman with a voice that sounded like an angel rebelled from God to become a rockstar,” Y/n smiled shyly when the camera panned to her, blowing a kiss before it went to her friends. “They were every rock n roll hater’s worst nightmare. With their leather and glitter, Y/n’s iconic split dye hair and swooning every person they met, the launch of MTV in 1981 made Y/n and The Romantics overnight sensations…. and the celebrity crushes of every young Hollywood heartthrob,” Ryan smirks, nodding with the hollars of the audience.
“The way people are when it comes to securing Taylor Swift and Beyoncé tickets, was the same for us trying to see The Romantics live back in the day. You can best believe seeing grown men and women cry when they were unable to get seats for the farewell tour. I think I even witnessed a fight break out in the ticket line.”
“Oh my God,” Y/n giggled, hiding her face in her hands. Glancing at her friends they had the same reaction: flustered.
“By 2002 The Romantics had sold over 150 million records worldwide and accumulated so many awards I can’t even list them all in this speech. I’ll just name a few: an Oscar for Best Original Song,” whistles and hollars sounded at his pause between each award, “twelve Grammy awards. Over a dozen in MTV Moonmen. Billboard’s Artist of the Year. The AMA Icon Award. Ranked number 15 on the Rolling Stone list of 100 Greatest Artists of All Time—cited as the greatest influence on rock music of the 20th century.”
Ryan adjusted his posture, “I can confidently say that when the news broke of their hiatus, hearts shattered across the planet—including mine,” he faked a voice crack, causing the audience to chuckle. “It felt like my parents were getting divorced—s-sorry,” he wiped away a fake tear, Y/n leaning over her chair in a heep of giggles. “It was an emotional time for me and fellow Romantics.”
“But though they were no longer releasing music their spotlight never dimmed. The members ventured out in other projects and started families. Fans might have recognized keyboardist Ronnie Jensen as Detective Josie Adams on Law & Order,” the camera panned to Ronnie, the woman throwing up a rock n roll gesture with her hand to the cheers. “If you look at the writing credits on some of the 2000s best hits for modern pop rock artists and groups, you may find the daughter of rock n roll's name at the top.” This time the camera went back to Y/n’s smiling face, the rockstar giving a nonchalant shrug.
“Oh and let’s not forget that if you watch any superhero or action movie you’ll hear ‘Thunderstruck’ on the soundtrack.” That had the crowd go wild. “And if you listen to ‘Highway to Hell’ while diving…nine times out of ten you will be pulled over for reckless speeding. Believe me, I would know.” Danny and Evan were capping their hands by how hard they were laughing, wiping away tears that brimmed in their eyes.
“Around this time two years ago we were at the height of a global pandemic. The world was shut down and there was little to hope for in those hard times. But one random day I found myself shitting my pants when the first thing I saw on twitter was The Romantics trending worldwide. I thought one of them had died honestly and was too scared to look as a panic attack arose until my lovely wife Blake slapped me and said, ‘they're getting the band back together you fool—stop crying and get it together.’ I then proceeded to faint for a different reason.” Ryan caught Y/n’s eye and he broke out into a laugh, forgetting what he was about to say next. “I-I fuck I’m sorry.” The audience laughed with him.
“T-their comeback album ‘In Rock We Trust,’ hit the the top of the Billboard hot 100 within minutes of release—going platinum in just a week. Their debut single, the title track, remained number one on iTunes for eight weeks straight and every radio station lost their minds. It’s no surprise they took home the Grammy once again for ‘Best Rock Album’ and ‘Record of The Year.’ And now 43 years after the release of their first single, they have finally earned their spot in the Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame.”
As the audience screamed the lights dimmed on the stage so the video montage could play for all eyes in the theater. Those viewing at home would get a full screen picture of the video while those in attendance all shot their eyes to the Jumbotron. Down below, stage crew motioned for The Romantics to get ready for their performance that would happen once the video was over. Y/n kissed Pete, the man telling her good luck as the band did the same to their loved ones before they all followed the stage crew to their positions.
The video montage consisted of clips starting from the Romantics first starting out at just 14 and 15 years of age all the way to present day. Watching them go from shy kids to rockstars selling out stadiums and racking up award after award. Some clips were of their music videos, others were celebrities gushing over the band, including Cameron Diaz and Ralph Macchio. “I love them so much,” a young Cindy Crawford said, blushing when she added, “I just wanna party with them and have a good time.”
“They are the band of our generation,” praised Molly Ringwald on the red carpet of the 1988 VMAs. “Seeing them perform tonight is gonna be the highlight of my life.”
Their songs played over the video showing a montage of the band's most iconic performances. One of which was the 1992 Billboard Music Awards where it was raining outside and they still performed. Y/n was completely soaked with her makeup smearing down her cheeks and hair in disarray, not to mention she was wearing a white tank top with no bra and leather pants. It made headlines with people and the media trying to degrade the rockstar. A clip with Diane Sawyer trying to humiliate Y/n played, showing the woman smirk as she shrugged and said, “why were your eyes there the whole time, Diane? Did I make you look at my chest? No, you and everyone else did that on your own.” The clip immediately cut to the Super Bowl Halftime show, regarded as one of the best performances of all time.
When the video ended, the spotlight shined back on Ryan and the cheers grew louder, “It is my honor to induct your Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame Class of 2022 members, ladies and gentleman gave it up for Y/n and The Romantics!!” Evan’s opening riff sent the crowd wild, everyone on the floor to their feet and the daggers whistling against the noise. Strutting up to the front of the stage, Y/n brought the microphone up to her lips and sang her heart, “Hey yeeeeahhhh, are you ready?” She smiled and winked at Pete.
“We be a guitar band. We play across the land. Shootin’ out tonight, gonna keep you up alright.”
”You hear the guitar sound, playin’ nice and loud. Rock you to your knees, gonna make your destiny.”
“In rock we trust, it’s rock or bust,” she belts the chorus, the audience singing with her. It was their first single back as a band, one that dominated the radio for weeks on end. The theater echoed with the final line of the chorus, “In rock n roll we trust, it’s rock or bust!”
After the song ended they immediately went into the opening of ‘Highway to Hell,’ which had the entire theater in a frenzy. “Livin’ easy, lovin’ free. Season ticket on a one way ride. Askin’ nothin’, leave me be. Takin’ everythin’ in my stride.” Pink was head banging, so was LL Cool J. Duran Duran were dancing with Y/n pointing at them before going over to the side of the stage where her ducklings were going crazy. “Don’t need reason. Don’t need rhyme. Ain’t nothin’ that I’d rather do. Goin’ down, party time. My friends are gonna be there too,” she shook her shoulders with each pound of Danny’s drums.
“I’m on the highway to hell!” Everyone screamed/sang. “On the highway to hell,” Y/n shook her head side to side. “Highway to hell.” Rooster whistled on the last line, “I’m on the highway to hell.”
“Y/n, you’re an icon!” Jake shouted, cupping his mouth with his hands. She must’ve heard him cause she laughed into the second verse.
The rest of the ceremony the energy was off the charts. The Romantics shared the stage with Duran Duran, singing their 1988 collab which had jaws drop and in absolute hysteria. All the inductees gathered at the end of the ceremony, all now official members of the Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame. It was truly a sight to behold.
The holidays passed with more celebrations. Before long the band were releasing more songs and an album at the end of the summer. By 2024 they were back on tour and this time the daggers would attend shows without telling Y/n to surprise her. They had really become a family in just the two years they’d known each other.
“Oh this is a great song,” Jake practically moaned at the opening chord of Kenny Loggins’ Danger Zone. He and the daggers were on the floor of the Staples Center, Y/n had spotted them not too long into the show and forgot her own lyrics cause she was so excited, “My ducklings are here! Ooh this next song is dedicated to them.”
Pulling on some aviator sunglasses to go with her camo pants and combat boots, Y/n shrugged on her husband's bomber jacket, “Revvin’ up your engine. Listen to her howlin’ roar,” she pointed a finger and drifted from side to side, “Metal under tension. Beggin’ you to touch and go.”
“Highway to the Danger Zone. Ride into the Danger Zone.” She shimmied her shoulders, “C’mon let me hear you!”
“Headin’ into twilight. Spreadin’ out her wings tonight. She got you jumpin’ off the deck. And shovin’ into overdrive. Sing it!”
“Highway to the Danger Zone. I’ll take you right into the Danger Zone.”
At the end of the song Y/n took the jacket off and threw it back over the railing to Pete, the man catching it in his hands, “Thanks for letting me borrow that, baby.”
That night of the show was just a few days before Y/n’s 60th birthday. She couldn’t help but awe when Pete and the squad came out with the band's families, their managers and crew with a small cake and balloons to sing ‘Happy Birthday.’
“You guys,” she wiped a tear away after blowing out the candles. Kissing Pete on the lips, she welcomed his hug and heard him say into her ear over the noise, “Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much—more than my P-51.” She threw her head back as she laughed, kissing him again before saying, “I find that hard to believe, Maverick,” she teased, kissing his cheek, “But thank you for this. You’re everything a woman could ask for.”
“Happy birthday, Y/n!” Rooster blows into the noise maker, placing a party hat on her head. The squad swarm around the couple, the confetti blasting into the crowd.
The moment felt like a full circle. Just two years prior Pete’s 60th birthday brought them all together. Now here they were celebrating her 60th, on stage with her friends, family, and fans. She really had it all.
But not to worry. There were sure going to be more memories and adventures of the rockstar, her husband, and their dagger ducklings.
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you could never make me hate late 60s-70s sleaze look at how those vampires are dressed in this jean rollin movie i'm watching
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Storia di Musica #334 - Jackie Mclean, It's Time!, 1965
È stata la vista di un poster del disco di oggi che mi ha inspirato la scelta del punto esclamativo, come trait d’union dei dischi del mese di Luglio. Il suo autore è poco conosciuto ai più, ma è uno di quelle “divinità minori” della Storia del Jazz che hanno passato gli stili, suonato con i più grandi, indirizzato anche le scelte musicali, ma appena un gradino dietro le Divinità Maggiori. John Lenwood McLean, per tutti Jackie, nasce nel 1931 in una famiglia di musicisti, a New York. Sfortuna vuole che nel 1939 suo padre muoia, ma ha la piccola fortuna di poter continuare a studiare musica grazie al padrino e al nuovo compagno di sua madre, che possedeva un negozio di dischi. Ma più che altro, quando è adolescente, Jackie ha la fortuna di vivere vicino ad alcuni di quelle Divinità Maggiori: passa infatti spesso a casa di Thelonious Monk, Charlie Parker e soprattutto Bud Powell, che quando Jackie ha 13-14 anni intravede del talento. Inizia a suonare in un’orchestra il sassofono, insieme a Sonny Rollins, si innamora dello stile di Parker e quando a 20 anni è chiamato da Miles Davis per delle registrazioni. Davis raccontò che per le registrazioni di Dig (del 1951, il disco uscirà solo nel 1956) in studio si presentò Charlie Parker, rendendo nervosissimo McLean, terrorizzato di suonare davanti al suo idolo: “Continuava ad andare da lui a chiedergli cosa ci faceva lì, e Bird (il soprannome di Parker, ndr) a rispondergli che si stava solo facendo un giro. Gliel'avrà chiesto un milione di volte. Jackie voleva che Bird se ne andasse perché così sarebbe stato più rilassato. Ma Bird continuava a dirgli come suonava bene e a incoraggiarlo, e questo alla fine rese la prova di Jackie davvero fantastica”. Con Davis suonerà anche in molti altri dischi tra il 1952 e il 1952 e parteciperà allo storico Pithecanthropus Erectus di Charles Mingus: leggenda vuole che Mingus lo picchioò, McLean tentò di pugnalarlo e per ripicca se ne andò a suonare con i Jazz Messenger di Art Blakey.
La sua carriera sembra avvia al massimo successo, ma come moltissimi jazzisti di quegli anni, McLean divenne schiavo delle droghe: per questo motivo gli fu ritirato il permesso di tenere concerti in pubblico a New York e questo lo obbligò a un intenso lavoro in studio, che si rifletté nel gran numero di registrazioni a suo nome negli anni 1950 e anni 1960. Dopo aver registrato per la Prestige Records, egli firmò un contratto con la Blue Note Records per cui incise dal 1959 al 1967. Il suo stile hard bop diviene riconoscibile per il particolare modo di suonare il suo sax contralto, e tra la fine degli anni ’50 e gli inizi degli anni ’60 scrive i suoi dischi capolavoro: prove grandiose sono Quadrangle, da Jackie’s Bag del 1959, e il disco Let Freedom Ring, del 1962, meraviglioso lavoro dove aggiunge elementi distintivi della rivoluzione che Ornette Coleman aveva iniziato pochi anni prima, il free jazz, alla sua comunque ancora solida struttura hard bop.
Il disco di oggi è registrato nel 1964 con una band composta da il trombettista Charles Tolliver, il pianista Herbie Hancock, in uno dei suoi primi lavori di una carriera sconfinata, il bassista Cecil McBee e il batterista Roy Haynes. It’s Time! ha oltre 200 punti esclamativi in copertina quasi a sottolineare una vitalità creativa fiorente e incontenibile, in un periodo alquanto particolare della Storia del jazz: in questo disco è decisivo l’intervento di Tolliver che scrive con Mclean tutti i pezzi, continuando questo fruttuoso percorso al confine tra post-bop modale e free jazz. L'improvvisazione accordale gioca ancora un ruolo importante nella musica di questo bel disco. L'assolo di Hancock nell'apertura di Cancellation è un gioco di spigolature, scandite da un tempo semplicemente mozzafiato. Il funky di McLean Das' Dat ha sicuramente un debito con Horace Silver, ma l'elemento blues, che rimarrà per sempre uno degli amori del nostro, è puro Jackie McLean. Il modo di suonare di McLean non è particolarmente avventuroso, anche se a volte spinge il suo sassofono oltre i limiti. It’s Time! è micidiale - con Tolliver e McLean che si scontrano in un duello spettacolare- così come il ritorno del blues in Snuff. Tolliver, che ha fatto il suo debutto alla Blue Note con It's Time!, ha registrato tre album con McLean e diventerà noto per la sua voce di tromba fluida e lirica. Revillot di Tolliver (il suo nome al contrario) è un altro trampolino di lancio per grandi improvvisazioni. Il bassista Cecil McBee fa un breve assolo nella title track, il suo unico assolo in questa registrazione, anche se aiuta a guidare l'intera sessione.
Nel 1964 McLean passò sei mesi in prigione per questioni di droga, che segnerà sia la via privata sia la sua musica (che si sposterà con forza verso i primi esperimenti di acid jazz e alla sperimentazione più estrema. Tanto che nel 1967 la Blue Note, a seguito del cambiamento di gestione, pose fine al suo contratto, come fece in quegli anni con molti altri artisti d'avanguardia. Le prospettive di registrazione erano talmente poche e malpagate che egli preferì dedicarsi interamente ai concerti e all'insegnamento, che iniziò nel 1968 alla The Hartt School della prestigiosa University of Hartford del Connecticut. Negli anni successivi, egli avrebbe creato il Dipartimento di Musica Afroamericana (ora chiamato "Jackie McLean Institute of Jazz") e l'intero programma di studi jazz. Nel 1970, con la moglie Dollie, fondò a Hartford il gruppo Artists' Collective, Inc. dedicato alla conservazione delle tradizioni africane negli Stati Uniti, promuovendo e realizzando programmi di istruzione nella danza tradizionale, il teatro, la musica e le arti visuali. È stato sempre, come molti jazzisti, artista decisamente impegnato sul fronte sociale, culturale e politico, sin dai tempi delle contestazioni contro la guerra del Vietnam. Uno dei bellisismi documentari di Ken Burns sui grandi del Jazz è dedicato a lui. Morirà dopo una lunga malattia nel 2006, e nello stesso anno fu nominato nella Down Beat Jazz Hall of Fame. Un musicista da riscoprire.
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Sonny Rollins + Herbie Hancock - The Half Note, New York City, April 30, 1965
Serving as a cool — and much briefer — followup to Aidan Levy's recent bio, the New York Review of Books recently published The Notebooks of Sonny Rollins. Gathering a bunch of entries stretching from the late 50s to very nearly the present day, it's a fascinating look into the mind of Newk — a busy mind, indeed. Not a diary, but more of an ongoing record of thoughts, aphorisms and reminders. A lot of practical sax info, too! If anything, this peek behind the curtain really humanizes Sonny, showing his insecurities, his worries, his philosophies, etc. Most of all, he's clearly a guy who has never stopped working to improve himself. Even when he was acclaimed as one of the greatest musicians of all time, there were still more hills to climb.
Meanwhile, this rare-ish meet-up with Sonny and Herbie Hancock popped up in my feed recently — and it's a very good listen. These two geniuses didn't work together all that much; I think their most sustained collab was the Standard Sonny Rollins and Now's The Time LPs from the mid-60s. But hearing the pair here, you definitely will think that they should've gotten together more often. Why isn't there a Rollins funk opus with the Headhunters?!
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#my favourite part of this is the way linnell enunciates henry rollins like he's gonna list more people but then there aren't any#tmbg#videos
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Hiya, I like your blog and your overall style. What music do you listen to?
Hey there! Thank you so much!! This is such a good question, and a hard one to answer at that. Good job ;)
I listen to a little bit of anything and everything. For context, I grew up in the deep south and lived in a jazz city for some time, so... some of these things are not like the other (lol).
Hozier, Sleeping At Last, and Richy Mitch & The Coalminers are my all-time favorite music artists.
Indie folk/rock, like forest ranger in the mountains vibe, this is definitely my biggest category (Hozier, The Paper Kites, Fleet Foxes, Richy Mitch & The Coalminers, Lord Huron, Gregory Alan Isakov, Caamp)
Calm indie alternative in a poetry-writing and introspective mood (Sleeping At Last, John Vincent III, Novo Amor, Amber Run, Radical Face, Daughter)
Alternative rock/indie alternative rock (flipturn, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Florence & The Machine, Fleetwood Mac, The Orion Experience, alt-j, Greta Van Fleet)
Modern-pop or 2000s pop (MARINA, Coldplay, Taylor Swift, Imagine Dragons, Lady Gaga, Glass Animals, BøRNS, Fall Out Boy, Lorde, Chappell Roan, Macklemore, Pitbull, Rihannna)
Folk country or bluegrass (Watchhouse, Jimmy Buffett, Zac Brown Band, Johnny Cash, Zach Bryan, Colter Wall, Tyler Childers)
Female rage and hyper-pop mania vibes (also MARINA, Paris Paloma, Olivia Rodrigo, Mother Mother, AURORA, The Crane Wives, Grimes)
"I grew up in jazz culture" (Count Basie, Stevie Wonder, Sonny Rollins, Caro Emerald, Miles Davis, Weather Report)
2000-2010s radio EDM/Dance (Calvin Harris, Martin Garrix, Caravan Palace, Axwell, Empire of the Sun, David Guetta, Swedish House Mafia)
Orchestral or soundtrack for when I'm writing in my fantasy series (John Powell, Woodkid, The Amazing Devil, Hans Zimmer, Two Steps from Hell, The Oh Hellos, Cody Fry, The Family Crest)
60s/70s/80s pop bops (ABBA, Elton John, Queen, Franki Valli & The Four Seasons, Indigo Girls, Glen Campbell, The Dream Academy, Bob Dylan, The Cranberries)
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Most Beloved WWE Wrestler Tournament: Round 2 Statistics Dump
Followers: 251
Total Votes: 22,087 + 13,398 = 35,485
Times I realized I was not in-depth enough with my checking of wrestlers and forgot at least one which I only found out because I heard an old wrestler was being accused of murder and the name didn't sound familiar so I checked and it turns out he isn't included but have to remind myself that if no one mentioned him being missing from round 1, he probably isn't the most beloved anyway: once, thank god
Beloved By Gender:
We started with a split of 81.7% men to 18.3% women, which moved to 75% men to 25% women after the first round. After the second round of voting, our percentages are:
Voting Trends:
During round 2, the voting totals ranged from a low of 360 votes per day to 554, with the average rising from 387 votes per day to 462 votes per day (Also I figured out how to add a date marking line how cool is that??)
The 100%ers:
While all the 100%ers from Round 1 have since gotten a vote against them, there were a couple of wrestlers in Round 2 who got through unscathed
Billy Gunn (138 + 50)
Taz (53 + 51)
Asuka (58 + 60)
R-Truth (57 + 71)
Public Opinion:
A great many more publicly adored favs have been voted out, so here are the updated lists
Sports Illustrated’s 101 Best Wrestlers Of All Time (2016)
Ric Flair (18, lose)
Shawn Michaels (53 + 57, win)
Steve Austin (29 + 18, lose)
The Rock (23, lose)
The Undertaker (53 + 55, win)
Dusty Rhodes (46 + 42, win)
John Cena (47 + 51, win)
Hulk Hogan (10, lose)
Sting (51 + 53, win)
Andre The Giant (56 + 38, win)
Randy Savage (37 + 32, win)
Roddy Piper (54 + 33, win)
Chris Jericho (27 + 31, win)
Harley Race (17 + 18, win)
Mick Foley (58 + 47, win)
Bret Hart (52 + 59, win)
Randy Orton (58 + 48, win)
Kurt Angle (45 + 36, win)
Antonio Inoki (28 + 38, win)
Ricky Steamboat (28 + 47, win)
Daniel Bryan (61 + 51, win)
Triple H (31 + 12, lose)
Buddy Rogers (21 + 17, win)
Edge (41 + 49, win)
Bob Backlund (26 + 22, win)
Brock Lesnar (23, lose)
Stan Hansen (22, lose)
Bruno Sammartino (30 + 6, lose)
CM Punk (57 + 40, lose)
Ted DiBiase (27 + 26, win)
Bruiser Brody (33 + 31, win)
Hideo Itami (34 + 35, win)
Rey Mysterio (48 + 40, win)
Vader (32 + 17, lose)
Dory Funk Jr (17 + 17, lose)
Mr Perfect (37 + 25, win)
Eddie Guerrero (53 + 43, win)
Jake Roberts (32 + 29, win)
Arn Anderson (25 + 30, win)
The Sheik (31 + 30, win)
AJ Styles (40 + 46, win)
Goldust (70 + 34, win)
Samoa Joe (61 + 84, win)
Terry Funk (27 + 37, win)
Verne Gagne (14, lose)
Mil Mascaras (10, lose)
Rob Van Dam (43 + 45, win)
Tatsumi Fujinami (25, lose)
Rick Rude (35 + 29, win)
Owen Hart (56 + 41, win)
Jeff Hardy (52 + 32, lose)
Goldberg (23 + 22, lose)
Ivan Koloff (15, lose)
Chris Benoit (17, lose)
Larry Zbyszko (4, lose)
Ultimo Dragon (9, lose)
Scott Hall (44 + 40, win)
Trish Stratus (38 + 42, win)
Dean Malenko (37 + 29, win)
Ultimate Warrior (28 + 20, lose)
Fabulous Moolah (18, lose)
William Regal (62 + 45, win)
Gene Kiniski (14, lose)
Scott Steiner (44, lose)
Rick Steiner (26 + 9, lose)
Chyna (68 + 49, win)
Seth Rollins (55 + 54, win)
Kane (40 + 29, win)
Jimmy Snuka (9, lose)
Davey Boy Smith (22 + 24, win)
The Iron Sheik (49 + 40, win)
Pedro Morales (20 + 9, lose)
Michael Hayes (10, lose)
Johnny Valentine (14 + 4, lose)
Shinsuke Nakamura (58 + 60, win)
Diesel (39 + 35, win)
Batista (53 + 54, win)
Lita (46 + 65, win)
Christian (56 + 47, win)
Ron Simmons (25 + 33, win)
Big Show (41 + 60, win)
JBL (10, lose)
Christopher Daniels (26 + 10, lose)
The Miz (34 + 30, win)
PWI Wrestler Of The Year
Pedro Morales (20 + 9, lose)
Jack Brisco (17 + 13, lose)
Bruno Sammartino (30 + 6, lose)
Terry Funk (27 + 37, win)
Dusty Rhodes (46 + 42, win)
Harley Race (17 + 18, win)
Bob Backlund (26 + 22, win)
Ric Flair (18, lose)
Hulk Hogan (10, lose)
Randy Savage (37 + 32, win)
Sting (51 + 53, win)
Vader (32 + 17, lose)
Diesel (39 + 35, win)
Big Show (41 + 39, win)
Lex Luger (25 + 4, lose)
Steve Austin (29 + 18, lose)
The Rock (23, lose)
Brock Lesnar (23, lose)
Kurt Angle (45 + 36, win)
Chris Benoit (17, lose)
Batista (52 + 54, win)
John Cena (47 + 51, win)
Triple H (31 + 12, lose)
Randy Orton (58 + 48, win)
CM Punk (57 + 40, lose)
Daniel Bryan (61 + 51, win)
Seth Rollins (55 + 54, win)
AJ Styles (40 + 46, win)
Adam Cole (47 + 40, win)
Dean Ambrose (58 + 54, win)
Roman Reigns (51 + 64, win)
PWI Woman Of The Year
Joyce Grable (30 + 24, win)
Susan Green (21 + 27, win)
Stephanie McMahon (26 + 4, lose)
Lita (46 + 65, win)
Trish Stratus (38 + 42, win)
Victoria (27 + 23, win)
Candice Michelle (24 + 39, win)
Mickie James (47 + 46, win)
Michelle McCool (29 + 10, lose)
AJ Lee (48 + 46, win)
Sasha Banks (44 + 47, win)
Charlotte Flair (45 + 42, win)
Asuka (58 + 60, win)
Becky Lynch (58 + 53, win)
Bianca Belair (34 + 66, win)
Top 10 Voted In Round 2:
Samoa Joe (84)
Damian Priest (81)
Big E (78)
Sami Zayn/Rhea Ripley (77)
Jey Uso (74)
R-Truth (71)
Bianca Belair (66)
Lita (65)
Roman Reigns (64)
Iyo Sky (63)
Top 10 Voted Overall:
Naomi (223)
Billy Gunn (188)
Damian Priest (150)
Samoa Joe (145)
Rhea Ripley (134)
Sami Zayn (130)
R-Truth (128)
Big E (125)
Jey Uso (123)
Asuka/Shinsuke Nakamura (118)
Thank you so much to everyone who's been voting thus far. We've got less than 300 wrestlers left to sift through and the competition is starting to seriously heat up. Keep an eye out for Round 3, starting tomorrow!
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