#sloppy acoustic cover

[ax-y10]

I'm home alone from school with my puppy and my brother while my mum's at work and it's funny because I'm listening to the Lovejoy sloppy acoustic cover and I just dissociated lol

Puppy photos:

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork and The Peter Tork Project, early 1980s; photos by Michael Ventura/Alamy.

“Eventually, Tork moved to New York City, working odd jobs and performing ‘sporadically.’ In the early ‘80s, after he quit drinking, he started a couple of bands, Peter Tork and the New Monks, and the heavy-metal-leaning Peter Tork Project. But Tork says that heavy drinking had ‘left me with mediocre skills. Until I started working on my skills again, it didn’t matter.’” - Los Angeles Times, October 20, 1992

“In June of 1982, Peter Tork was in my face again. It was at a gritty, downscale, but packed-to-the-gills club in Boston called Bunratty’s. (Long gone.) Tork, then 40, was on a tour he described as the ‘I Have to Laugh to Keep from Crying Tour.’ It was billed as Peter Tork and the New Monks – Tork plus four crack musicians providing a hard-rock ride down memory lane. We talked a bit between sets. Me: ‘What it’s like going through life and to always be viewed as a former Monkee?’ Tork: ‘Compared to what?’ I paused for a moment and thought to myself, ‘Exactly! When this is the life you’ve known, what can you compare it to?’ (This was one of the best answers I’d ever had to one of my queries.) I re-used this anecdote when I talked to Ringo years later – switching up Monkees for Beatles in his case – and he chuckled. ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘What can you compare it to? This is where I am and this is what I am.’ So, why were we Bostonians packed shoulder-to-shoulder in the post-punk heyday to hear ‘60s pop done live and loud? ‘A lot of people come out and they want to remember the old songs,’ Tork said. ‘They want to drift back to when they were fetuses or however old they were then.’ [...] ‘When I arrive at the gates of St. Peter,’ Tork quipped, ‘he’s going to say First one to go . . . okay, we’ll let you in.’ One Peter to another. ‘When I quit the Monkees,’ Tork continued, ‘the first thing I wanted to do was divorce myself from the whole thing entirely.’ Tork formed a ‘straight- ahead pop rock’ band, Peter Tork and/or Release, but it failed to go anywhere. In late 1971 and early 1972 Tork spent three months in jail for possession of hashish. Tork, who was a folk musician prior to Monkee-dom, resurfaced in 1977 to play an acoustic gig at CBGB’s, at the time New York’s prime punk club. In a sense, punk was responsible for bringing Tork back to work. The Sex Pistols did a vicious sloppy cover of ‘Steppin’ Stone,’ and other punk new wave bands have embraced the Monkees on two levels: 1) damn good pop tunes and, 2) potential kitsch value. Tork, who was married and living in Venice, Calif., was on a tour playing small U.S. clubs. (Dolenz and Jones, incidentally, had also formed Monkees facsimiles at that time and were rumored still to be big stars in Japan.) Tork has been around the area all week – he was playing an even dive-ier club in nearby Somerville the next night – unveiling a repertoire that consisted of some Monkees tunes, some non-Monkees originals, and some early rock ‘n’ roll covers. He wasn’t exactly playing the Monkees’ songs by the (Boyce & Hart) book. I’d venture to say this was almost hard rock/heavy metal Monkees music. ‘The [Monkees] records are a little thin by contemporary standards,’ Tork said. ‘People who are just into rock ‘n’ roll and had a lot of contempt for the Monkees phenomenon as a whole aren’t going to come in the first place. People who are on the borderline – they liked the Monkees and they like rock ‘n’ roll today – are going to come. If I play it like it was off the records, they’re going to say ‘Well, it was nice to see him but so what?’ If I play ’em right and they want to dance, I’ve got good musicians whacking away and they’re going to come back.” Tork’s musicians – Phil Simon and Nelson Bogart, guitars; Vince Barranco, drums; and Paul Ill, bass – have played variously with Little Feat, Dave Brubeck, Joe Beck and Carolyne Mas. [...] Although not signed to a label, Tork said producer Jimmy Miller (Rolling Stones, Traffic) was ready to record an album with them. (Jimmy Miller, who lived in our region, was had made maybe the greatest Stones album ever in Exile on Main St., but was drug-damaged goods by that point, sad to say.) ‘My goals right now are to make a living entertaining,’ Tork said. ‘Put away something for my old age, cookouts on the weekend, no big thing. You never know what’s going to happen. One of these days I might make a mark on my own.’”- Rock and Roll Globe, February 2022

[graffitibible]

Finally got to doing covers for the majority of my killjoys playlists, so I'm sharing them publicly for anyone who might be interested. Each one is 50 songs in length, averaging at roughly 3 hours per playlist, and is composed of songs that I think suits my take on each character both lyrically and stylistically.

💊☠️ PARTY POISON 🎈🧨 - an abundance of hardcore, metal, punk rock, and powerviolence, rife with sloppy riffs and unclean vocals. gritty, angry, loud, and inherently politically charged.

🐍🏍️ KOBRA KID 👊🏽🕹️ - all flavors of rap: power rap, hip-hop, trip-hop, edm-infused rap, emo rap, rap rock, etc. introspective on the topics of violence, anger, and belonging, and inherently politically charged.

⭐🚀 JET STAR ☄️🕶️ - a blend of electropop, emo pop, alt-rock, chiptune rock, melodic dubstep, and mellow edm. discusses themes of gender, longing, self-loathing, and isolation.

🧟💣 FUN GHOUL ☢️🖕🏾 - an eclectic mix of hyperpop, punk rock, jittery acoustics, and psychedelics but semi-periodically evens out into straightforward alt-rock. navigates themes of self-loathing, dehumanization, and abuse.

⚡🔥 THE GIRL 👧🏾💥 - mixes and matches the genres of the fabulous killjoys' playlists - poison's hardcore/metal, kobra's hip-hop/rap, jet's edm/electropop, and ghoul's hyperpop/punk blend - but with an added dose of riot grrl punk rock. heavy concentration on themes of grief, loneliness, and finding one's place in the world.

🍒🥤 CHERRI COLA ☀️🩸 - primarily ska punk combined with folk punk, mariachi punk, and classic punk rock. discusses themes of civil unrest, addiction, and self-destruction.

BONUS: 💋🛼 SHOW PONY 💖💅🏾

[loonaticskr]

Loonatics KR Bios - Koale Hypaethral

Art created by @segamarkii and character written by @mysticinternetdinosaur

Disclaimer: This character will soon be updated for the fic. I'd like you to please do not use or draw this OC without permission first to @mysticinternetdinosaur

Name: Koale Hypaethral “A.K.A. Discorded/Dracon” (Armadillo Lizard)

DoB: February 11, 2751. Aquarius (Age: 22)

Nationality: American

Relatives: Aprina (Mother), Flint (Absent Father), Elio (Pangolin/Uncle)

Personality: Calm, mature, and clear-headed. Sort of sloppy and careless. Can be in moods of depression.

Appearance: He has a slim brown-scaled body with some muscle showing and a tattoo on the right side of his chest. Like his species, his body is covered with spikes and he has a spikey long tail.

Outfits: 

(Casual Outfit): He wears bohemian-styled clothes which mainly consist of a beanie, a shawl, sunglasses, a white long-sleeve pocket tee, and gray jeans with ripped sides, all of which have holes because of his spikes. He sometimes wears sandals.

(Hero Outfit): His clothes have a medieval look to them. They consist of a gray high-neck sleeveless top with purple patterns, black torn jeans, and Roman sandals under a blue cloak. The color of his scales changes into a mix of light blue & silver. 

Powers/Skills:

[Greatest Hit]: Koale can create music powerful enough to use for many attacks.

[Encore]: Koale can gain different abilities by listening to or playing different kinds of music.

Types of music and their effects:

Any intense or loud music (e.g. Rock, Metal, Pop, Punk) would be considered an attack.

Any music that sounds calming or quiet (e.g. Acoustic, Country, Blues) would be considered supportive.

Weapons: He carries his electric harp-like guitar named Crescendo which can sound like both an acoustic and electric guitar. He uses a chipped piece of the meteor to play Crescendo like a guitar pick. 

Other info:

He was born with Plum-ombre eyes.

His voice became scratchy from his habit of vaping. 

He can impressively pull off rocker’s growls & screams.

He’s attracted to anyone (Pansexual) & crushes very easily.

Similar to his species, Koale can bite on their tail.

He joins Top Voices Got Talent, a TV Music Competition so that he can get his life back together.

Koale always had an unusual knack for composing music. Whenever he performed music, the most astonishing sounds would overflow his listener's heads. It was marvelous. So much so that he got contacted by music producers promising him money and a wealthy lifestyle. The first thing he did after graduating was to work under their terms. The musician named Discorded was born, as he created music under the company’s name.

What Koale didn’t know was that he was making less money than they intended for him. The company was secretly taking a percentage off of his salary. Koale wasn’t keeping track of his money for his equipment, outfits, and the backstage passes he got… to add more salt to the wound.

Eventually, the producers cut all deals from him and made him broke. Almost all of his deals from the studio were given to someone else because they had “more talent and money.” When news about his partnership spread, everyone that he knew left him. So you could say that he lost everything. His house, money, friends, family, and career were all gone.

As soon as Discorded vanished from the world, so did he. Koale had decided to drive from his home state to Oregon to cover his shame. He could make it through by busking with a guitar he still had. He still played music, but it just wasn’t the same.

[thisworldisablackhole]

The Requiem A Cure To Poison The World

🌕🌕🌕🌗🌑

More than just a nostalgia act?

The Requiem, formerly known as L'exquisite Douler (a name which has since been relegated to a 53 second piano interlude), broke onto the scene in 2020 with a simple mission statement; make rock music sloppy again. Feeling disenchanted by the current state of highly processed and autotuned alternative music, this young trio yearned for the early-to-mid aughts when young emotional rock bands gained notoriety by letting their voices crack over the jagged edge of minor scales and double stacks - the way god intended.

Debut album A Cure To Poison The World brings that mission statement to life with a short and sweet love letter to the MySpace era of post-hardcore and emo bands. Damien Douleur is an absolute powerhouse of a frontperson and quickly steals the show by transporting the listener back in time with an immediately familiar sense of desperation and dramatic flair. First track "This Is How The World Ends" is the perfect introduction to the band, swinging out the gates at full speed with a drum roll straight into dark sustained power chords and a grim, violent look into how this world is going to end (spoiler alert: with a moment of silence, death staring into you). It quickly showcases what the band has to offer, and is very polite in the fact that it doesn't waste the listeners time. You'll know in the first 15 seconds if this band is for you or not.

The run of songs from the intro to about the mid way point of the album doesn't miss a beat, and I really appreciate the bands effort to switch things up with the subtlety required when pulling influences from a relatively small pool. Even when the song structures begin to feel repetitive or trite, the hooks are passionate and catchy enough to pull you back in. Third track "Less Than Zero" in particular sticks out to me as a refreshing diversion from smudged eyeliner worship to a more melodic punk offering full of chanted backing vocals, "whoah whoah's" and riffs that would sound right at home on Rise Against's The Sufferer and the Witness. Meanwhile, sixth track "Cursed" brings the tempo way down for one of the best slow dance rock ballads I've heard since MCR's "The Ghost of You". This song builds up into an epic swan dive moment as Damien sings, "as the years go by, I hope that there's a smile on my face when I die" before crash landing back into the chorus like Altaïr into a haystack. It's a simple, yet universal sentiment that is nothing short of beautiful in it's expression.

Where this album loses steam and begins to show it's cracks for me is with seventh song "Two Lovers Left Alive". This song strips away the drums, bass and electric guitar and leaves Damien alone with an acoustic guitar, wisped along by the soft winds of a synthesizer as he sings about (if my hypothesis is correct) some kind of immortal vampire searching for a long lost lover, separated by an infinite amount of space and time? The story is cute, but being unshrouded by loudness, this song just illuminates the reliance on cliché emo tropes that are spattered all over this album like defiant scrawls on the inside of your high school locker; coffins, corpses, and chemicals galore. The lyrics on the album are mostly fine - covering themes of suicidal ideation, apocalyptic doom and the macabre - but the hints of emo vampire romanticism come off as a little too campy for me.

Thankfully the energy picks back up with the next three tracks before closing out with another crooner which gracefully avoids the same pitfalls of "Two Lovers Left Alive" by beefing up the arrangement of instruments to provide a more apt backdrop for Damien's voice. "Before I Go…" also features a few creative spins like a Spanish influenced acoustic bridge, a triumphant electric solo, and a short spoken word poem which culminates in a satisfying bookend to the journey. As good as the closer is, the pinnacle of this last chunk of songs is definitely "Diary Of A Masochist". This was my favourite of the singles released in 2023 and remains one of the strongest and most engaging tracks on the record. A majority of this album, whilst enjoyable, doesn't deviate far from the formula displayed in the first few minutes, but "Diary Of A Masochist" pulls out all the little hooks and daggers to crank that formula to it's most potent form, creating a song riddled with dynamic twists and one of the most intense vocal performances to back it all up. The attention to detail here is just on another level, and it makes me wish that same labour of love was applied more liberally throughout the 36 minutes runtime.

So, now we return to the original question. Is The Requiem more than just a nostalgia act, doomed to eat their own tail? The short answer is… it's too soon to tell. No, they aren't doing anything new, but it's done with such a high standard of quality and reverence for their predecessors that it doesn't even matter. They aren't beating a dead horse; they are resuscitating that motherfucker with 10,000 volts of electricity, and to speculate any further would just soak the fun out of listening. Whether or not the formula will hold up on subsequent releases is another question, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there (and I hope we do). In the meantime, I'm just gonna enjoy the gift that is A Cure To Poison The World; an imperfect, yet highly enjoyable chunk of third wave emo worhsip that resonates just loud enough to pump some fresh blood into your tired heart.

[slumberpartysongs]

悪魔のキッス Kiss from a Devil Alternate Translation Discussion

As mentioned in my previous post, I'm sharing some lines I couldn't help but connect with the real life circumstances surrounding the song - 

最後の最後のpsycho連チャン; This is the last of the last of your regular psychotic meltdowns  -  This song came out less than a year after the audio recording of Oomori Seiko’s verbal abuse, so this line was the first moment where I was sure this song was a disparaging song about her. Without this context, I may have translated this as  “This is the last of the last of my regular psychotic meltdowns” 

Night速攻謝罪ネカます; At night you put me to sleep with a hasty apology - First of all, ネカますnekamsu is not a word; the 2 closest matches are ネカマ nekama, a person who pretends to be a different gender online, or 寝かす nekasu, to put to sleep. Neither are a perfect match in terms of how it’s written, but after consulting with my Japanese teacher who also had no idea what this meant, I went with “to put to sleep”. This choice was influenced firstly by context of the sentence (“Night” is in the lyric, night and sleep go together) but also by the context of the situation of an emotionally abusive person making an insincere apology to keep up appearances, diffuse a situation, or shut down criticism. At the time the song was released, this lyric may have called to mind Seiko’s apology regarding her verbal abuse of Maro. As of March 2023, this cuts even deeper, given the sloppy, vague, and insincere “reconciliation” statement put out by METAMUSE as part of the terms of their lawsuit with Kanano. An alternate translation would require someone to tell me what ネカます means…

３２１で迷子になるね 無敵 無敵; 3,2,1 and now you’ve become just a small confused child. You’re invincible, invincible - The elephant in the room in this lyric is 無敵 muteki, invincible which is the name of Oomori Seiko’s acoustic self-cover album released in 2017. Still, it is a common Japanese word and may be a coincidence. To me, this stanza depicts the speaker dealing with someone who is refusing to have a conversation with them by acting stupid, which forces the speaker to concede. This type of “invincibility” is just manipulation. Using the name of one of Seiko’s albums while describing this kind of scenario feels pointed, especially paired with the sarcastic and biting tone of voice Katy uses to sing this lyric. An alternate translation could again switch the subject of the sentence; “3,2,1 and now you’ve become just a small confused child. I’m invincible, invincible” 

Hate youコントロール支配領域; Hate you! And your “control” of that "zone" - This is the one line that I saw someone acknowledge as being a direct reference to ZOC. 支配領域 shihai ryouiki is Japanese for the gaming term zone of control, abbreviated as yep, ZOC…which you may recognize as the phrase Seiko used to name her idol group (except turned on its head as Zone Out of Control). In the lyrics, the katakana English word コントロール contorooru, control is used before 配領域 shihai ryouiki, so it would be literally “Control, zone of control”. The repetition and katakana emphasizes the concept of “control”, and using the Japanese term for “zone of control” is a subtle but crystal clear indicator of the person who is being sung about, at least in this stanza. I used quotation makes in my translation to attempt to retain that sarcastic, bold, and cheeky vibe.  An alternative translation (that would be ignoring all context and would be without any nuance) could be “Hate you, you control your Zone of Control.”

[ericleo108]

Coming Up

04/05/2024 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “Coming Up” is my 74th official release and my 109th track published. This track is about coming up in the music industry. It explores my feelings and insights with bars about business. The beat is by BB Beats, it was produced by David James of Forest Hills Audio in Grand Rapids Michigan, and the cover art is from Canva. 

I talk about this blog post and other updates in the latest Sunday update here:

Lyrics:

I tell you like I tell all my producers You can’t be any geek off the street You gotta be handy with the beat Earn ya keep, know what I mean Mount up Come on, I need to get this money up Don’t tell me I ain’t done enough I execute and run it up Give me the opportunity to shut em up They sloppy need to button up These chicks want me to bust a nut You can tell their luck is up Independent and I’m coming up Come on, I need to get this money up Don’t tell me I ain’t done enough I execute and run it up Give me the opportunity to shut em up They sloppy need to button up These chicks want me to bust a nut You can tell their luck is up Independent and I’m coming up A clear black night, an ill-tight tune Is what you’ll hear about me on the news Spin it, whip it like a typhoon  Bout my business like a tycoon I ain’t like you, you got like five tunes  That you put out on iTunes Congratulations you were lied to You can’t do it just like I do This is no mistake Don’t overstate it You're stupid but yet so debated My lyrical ability Is really the epitome Of rhythmically envisioning Spreading peace and love as energy Come on, I need to get this money up Don’t tell me I ain’t done enough I execute and run it up Give me the opportunity to shut em up They sloppy need to button up These chicks want me to bust a nut You can tell their luck is up Independent and I’m coming up Come on, I need to get this money up Don’t tell me I ain’t done enough I execute and run it up Give me the opportunity to shut em up They sloppy need to button up These chicks want me to bust a nut Look, You can tell their luck is up Independent and I’m coming up I’m on to the next one Yeah you know I’m destined I just arrange another session And pay for the investment One hundred percent independent I said it and I meant it Did it so I won’t regret it And it’s always what my best is Its 50 for a lease 300 hundred for exclusive Another 50 for cover art And commercial usage Another 50 for production Like professional acoustics Leave my soul in the booth I could show you how to do this I do it for the betterment Of fans that want the medicine You do it for the Reddit thread Attention, and the benefit I make that slow money, no running Chop that weed and roll something Role model, yeah like Cole run it I call my music soul stuntin  Come on, I need to get this money up Don’t tell me I ain’t done enough I execute and run it up Give me the opportunity to shut em up They sloppy need to button up These chicks want me to bust a nut Look, you can tell their luck is up Independent and I’m coming up Come on, I need to get this money up Don’t tell me I ain’t done enough I execute and run it up Give me the opportunity to shut em up They sloppy need to button up These chicks want me to bust a nut Look, you can tell their luck is up Independent and I’m coming up I put the racks to my face and talk to the money If you listen real close Benjamin will say something Like double up then ten x Focus on your synapse Clean it up like some Windex And invest like Remax  Keep it all, keep small, yeah its sold from me With my assets I’m in charge   How you gone hold me g? Top dawg, Finna pop off  Make it burn like hot sauce Rhymen on a cop car Spittin truth in hot bars Come on, I need to get this money up Don’t tell me I ain’t done enough I execute and run it up Give me the opportunity to shut em up They sloppy need to button up These chicks want me to bust a nut You can tell their luck is up Independent and I’m coming up Come on, I need to get this money up Don’t tell me I ain’t done enough I execute and run it up Give me the opportunity to shut em up They sloppy need to button up These chicks want me to bust a nut You can tell their luck is up Independent and I’m coming up

[laundrybiscuits]

(Hanahaki AU tag : Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4)

“I guess it’s kinda nice, having a lot of plants around,” allows Steve as they start driving again. “It’s like carrying around some of the outdoors with you.”

“Guess so.” Eddie rolls down his window. The heavy, blended scent of pollen and freshly-torn stems is starting to soak through the vehicle.

Steve rolls down his window too, dangling an arm out into the sunshine. He hums thoughtfully, tunelessly.

“Y’know, I used to wish I had the—the bloom. It was so shitty and stupid of me, but I thought, when Nancy broke up with me…I don’t know what I thought. I guess I thought she might see how serious I was about her and take me back, like in the movies. And then later, I guess I just wanted the option to cut the feelings out of me. Just Weed-B-Gon the suckers, bam.”

Eddie does not know how to respond to this at all. He settles on: “You still feel that way?”

Steve just shakes his head. “Heartbreak always sucks, but I think I kinda needed it. The whole thing gave me a chance to change course, you know? Think about what I was doing and, like, who I was. Make some changes.”

Eddie’s never gonna get the chance to make some changes. He won’t get to rebuild from the rubble. This won’t be a story he gets to tell about the bad taste in men he used to have when he was young, because he’s never gonna get to be old. 

“Hey,” says Steve. “I ever tell you how I crawled backwards when I was a baby?”

———

They pull over for the night, in a field just off the main road. Queen Anne’s lace is frothing leggy and top-heavy around them. Eddie plucks a dandelion near the rear wheel and tucks it in his hair, grinning at the exasperated face Steve makes. 

They’re a little way from any town, so the insects are buzzing loud in the field and Eddie can hear faint frog-call from the treeline. He thinks it’s kinda nice to be surrounded by this much life, everything just going about its own business.

It’s nice to have Steve here, too. It feels like a little indulgence; just another vice. 

Eddie sits in the back of the van with his legs dangling out and rolls a joint, because that’s what he’d be doing if this trip had been going to plan. After a minute or two, Steve comes to sit with him. Eddie passes him the joint and leans over to grab his guitar. He just has the acoustic with him, because it seemed like an acoustic kind of trip. 

“Same as radio rules. If you complain about the music, I’m making you hitch home,” warns Eddie.

“Jesus, you’re touchy. Can you even play your metal shit on that thing?”

Eddie smirks and launches into a very, very rough version of Breaking the Law, covering up the sloppy strum pattern by really hamming up the vocals, growling the lyrics all swoopy and dramatic and headbanging a little on the chorus. He jumps out of the van for the second verse, so much for the golden future, and starts pacing around like he’s on a stage, like the rustle of the tall grass is the faint roar of a crowd. Steve’s laughing, eyes bright and fixed on Eddie’s antics, and it’s everything he’s ever wanted. Just Steve, happy and looking at him. 

His throat starts to fill with a familiar kind of choking clog. He thinks c’mon, c’mon fucking let me have this, improvising a solo that’s definitely not in the Priest version just to buy some time. When he tries to launch back into the chorus, he can barely get out a word before he’s coughing, his whole body heaving with the need to pull this moment out by the root.

(Snippet directory)

[memorycycle]

rafting down a cool river, light breeze, crystal clear water, toad band on the bank playing an acoustic cover of con te partiro. deergirl giving me the nastiest sloppy on earth. sun shining behind me. school of small fish swim by. tree leaves rustling in the wind. its sunday

[darkdenim]

a few dana headcanons.

he plays bass for corroded coffin, and that’s the instrument he’s played the longest, and the one he knows the best. however, he also plays the drums, and knows some guitar and piano. he’s been into music and playing since he was a kid, and his mom and maternal uncle have always done what they could to provide that for him.

dana also sings. he’s not going to be winning any grammy awards, but he can carry a tune, and he has the emotion behind it. his singing voice fits rock and metal music, but he’s also been known to try his hand at slow, acoustic covers, and it’s not bad. he’s kinda self-conscious about it, though, so he’ll likely only sing around people he trusts not to make fun of him.

he has a walkman with headphones, and it is thrashed. it’s always a surprise when the thing still plays. he could use a new one, but as long as his current one still plays, he doesn’t see the point. he’ll wait until his current one bites the dust before shelling out money for a new one. he keeps it with him all the time, and usually falls asleep with his headphones on if he’s had a bad day.

actually enjoys all genres of music, but he gravitates / relates to rock / metal the most. he’s not shy or embarrassed to admit he likes pop or country or whatever else, and it doesn’t bother him if he gets shit for it. he’ll rock out to black sabbath and then sing along to whitney houston. he. does. not. care.

he has a “savings account” ( read: jar underneath his bed ) of money saved up for concert tickets. he never really has any specific shows in mind, but he likes to keep that stash separate whenever it does happen. he also tries to stash away a little extra when he can, in order to buy extra tickets for his bandmates ( or at least chip in to help them buy their own tickets ). the stash is also good for buying tickets to his mom’s favorite artists whenever they have shows, because his mom is amazing and deserves the world, so dana tries to give her everything he can.

knows how to cook basic food. breakfast sandwiches, grilled cheese, spaghetti, sloppy joes, mac and cheese, blt sandwiches. simple stuff. he’s scared of trying to cook anything bigger than that, as he doesn’t want to set the trailer on fire. fire might be metal but that’s his damn house.

wears an assortment of rings on his fingers, but they’re not extravagant like eddie’s -- they’re usually just simple silver bands, maybe a few with small skulls or dragons on them, and he usually only wears two or three at once. typically, there’s a ring on his forefinger, his middle finger and his thumb.

paints his nails black. a lot. sometimes even wears eyeliner, if he’s feeling up to it.

wears a longer-ish chain around his neck that has a silver knife charm on it. he saw it in a secondhand / thrift store once and just kept looking at it and coming back to it for some reason, so he bought it. the knife isn’t just a regular knife, it’s more of a dagger, like from medieval times -- and it just did something to him, made him feel an assortment of feelings.

graduated from high school with grades that were actually fairly good enough for college, but he said fuck that shit, and stayed with his mom and his bandmates. what was he gonna do, go to some big city and pretend he was all scholarly and get some 9-5 office job?  hell the fuck no. but he did and does like learning, and actually read the shit he was supposed to read in school, and has a wide assortment of books specifically so he can learn more shit. knowledge is power, buddies.

loves greek mythology and named his bass guitar after a greek goddess. more on that on the carrd.

his father is not in the picture at all, and something traumatic happened in that regard when dana was a kid -- but i’m not going to elaborate at the moment because i’m still figuring it out. basically, though, it’s bad enough that dana suffers from awful nightmares, and he is very much a candidate for vecna.

refuses to cut his hair. absolutely refuses. sometimes it gets tied back if need be, but he will not be cutting it short at all.

[like-the-rest-of-la]

17 questions, 17 people I was tagged by @lieselfh :) thank you - and sorry it took me so long - the last couple of days were kinda busy :(

Nicknames: I don't really have a nickname, it's just always been Lisa :'( Zodiac: Scorpio Height: 172cm Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw Last thing I googled: books on sewing (Christmas present for my mum :)) Followers: 497 - almost 500 (which is insane, considering I started this blog a couple of months ago :D) Song stuck in my head: three songs today :D: sweet disposition by temper trap, so here we are by bloc party and I miss you by blink 182 (I'm knee deep in an early-2000s throwback day apparently dlafjdkfjdkf) How much sleep: 6 to 7 hours... (not enough) Lucky number: 2 Dream job: I'm currently working in my dream job :) or one of them :D I'm a historian and I work in a museum, alternatively I've always wanted to be a radio host, or lean a bit more into graphic design (I LOVE FONTS OKAY?!?! and drawing, but... yeah, fonts are great) Wearing: sweatpants and a cozy jumper Favourite song: fuck this is hard and I will not be able to answer, like... ... definitely ceremony by new order? But also waterloo sunset by the kinks, Nirvana's the man who sold the world cover, Silk by Wolf Alice (especially the Ice-K Edit), Flaws by bastille, Albion by Babyshambles, animal by Miike snow, basically the whole with love and squalor album by we are scientists (og version and acoustic), goodnight chicago by rainbow kitten surprise, banquet/ I still remember by bloc party, the greatest by Cat power, the 1 by Taylor Swift, sloppy seconds by watsky, Das ist alles von der Kunstfreiheit gedeckt by Danger Dan, Lett Å Være Rebell I Kjellerleiligheten Din (Heisann Montebello in general) by Karpe, that funny feeling by bo burnham (was inside my most listened to album this year... yup, yeah, yes), lil nas x montero album ... I'm sorry, I could go on forever lol (also my music taste is all over the place :D) Favourite instrument: piano Aesthetic: idk, is books, art, plants in abundance an aesthetic? Favourite Author: depends on the genre? But I do love Agatha Christie :)) Favourite animal noise: when my dog huffs :D Something random: I'm finally able to train again after I've been injured for a couple of weeks - which makes me so damn happy

tagging: @clipboardsandstethoscopes @reindeerbuckaroo @leothil @spookylostboy (if you haven't done this already and want to do this) and everyone else who wants to do this :)

[lost-inthedream]

hi! first of all, congrats for your 200+ followers, you deserve honey 💖 so, can you made a sf9 react when you surprises they in the shower?? thanksss

Thank you Nana.

Saudades 💙

Nsfw

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SF9 when you surprise them in the shower

Youngbin:

Despite his surprise, he immediately place his wet hand on your upper arms pulling you to him

Asks if it's ok if your hair get wet. (So caring)

Gets more aroused than he wants to admits by the simply little nod you make.

Enjoys grinding on you with soapy body but is careful that you don't slide on the wet floor. Won't thrust into you there because finds it too risky.

Inseong

"Are you feeling dirty baby?"

Takes your hands off him when you offers to lather him because he wants to scrub you instead.

Might slap your butt some times just because it sounds different when the flesh is wet and in the bathroom acoustic.

Takes your face with his soapy hands and whispers that you two have to finish the shower in order to not run out all the water of the planet.

Jaeyoon

The second you enter the shower closure he welcomes you as you was a superstar in his tv (kinky) show.

"Look at this hot and sculped body"

Wants to touch you but won't refuse your touches (he knows how sinful his muscles look when he's completely naked)

Penetrates you for real in three different positions and likes your moans inside the bathroom too.

Dawon

Gets so surprised (or pretends like he is). Manages to scare you with a scream when you open the glass door

Laughes at your reaction and pull you inside.

Likes to insert his fingers in your wet hair and massage your scalp while kissing you.

Enjoys masturbating you but not necessarily fucks you. He's not really fond of shower sex.

Rowoon

Is surprised by your touch because he has his eyes closed and hair full of foam.

Guides your hand through his abdomen still with closed eyes but stops to tease when you're almost touching his member.

The shower closure feels so small because he occupies too much space himself.

You can't really find a good position to fuck but mutual masturbation feels amazing. I mean you touch yourselves while in front of each other

Zuho

The moment you enter the shower closure, he says that he's gonna clean you.

"Baby girl/boy you're so dirty"

He uses a soft sponge on your back and kisses your shoulder blades while scrubbing.

Turns your face to the side so you can share a sloppy kiss.

Forgets his plan to clean you when you starts to grind up and down on his shaft.

Yoo Taeyang (that's how he wants to be called, so there we go)

Gets visible excited at your entrance.

Wants you to wrap your arms on his shoulders and kiss him under the water.

Loves the aesthetic of shower sex and is sure that his time has come.

Fucks you against the steamed glass (and ends up coming too fast because it's his dream, but be comprehensive).

Hwiyoung

His first instinct is to cover himself but figures out it doesn't make any sense right after.

Kisses you for a hot minute because that's how he initiates any sexual activity.

Probably will run all the water out of the planet because he's slow but still wants to have you there.

Lifts your leg so he can thrust into you. The two of you finish it on the bedroom because he remembers he read that water is not a good lube somewhere

Chani

Almost as excited as Taeyang.

"I like that you're here now baby"

Wants you two to lather and scrub each other's bodies because he thinks it's sexy.

Might enjoy way too much covering your tits with foam if you're a female.

Will go to paradise if you do the same with his member.

[103oclock]

[FULL ENG TRANS] 2020.04.20 W Korea’s May edition : Stay happy, cool and strong (Baekhyun)

 EXO Baekhyun’s strong identity is driven by his happiness in enjoying music.

We’ve met before through an interview with EXO, many years ago. I clearly remember something you said then, which was, ‘Before entering SM, I thought I was the best singer in Bucheon.’ Baekhyun at that time did say that (laughs). He had so much ‘confidence.’

Thanks to what you said then, when I see you slowly improving ever since you said that, I think about those stories where a kid who is good at studying enters a science or foreign language high school* and becomes crestfallen after realising where he ranks in the whole school, so he studies with all his heart and becomes the top in school.  Ah, my trainee days was when my confidence took a big blow. It just felt like my song would never get picked since there were so many other people who could sing so well. When you enter as a professional, you can’t be sloppy for even a second, and they will demand for you to be perfect, even down to every detail. I stopped thinking that singing is my specialty, and I had to reevaluate my thoughts on music. *=Science or foreign language high schools are prestigious schools in South Korea.

Even when you were discouraged, at some point your confidence would come back again, right? That’s right, to some extent. Also, I’m not the kind to let someone else dampen my spirit just because they said so (laughs).

I’m aware that you are planning to release your solo album soon. Because of the current situation, changes were made to the initial plans which could make things a little vague now. There are several activities I was scheduled to do but now can’t, but this situation now is not easy for everyone, and there are many people who are working very hard. There are still more to be done in several aspects, album-wise, but you can look forward to it as it will be different from the previous solo. 

Did you have any desire or goal when you were working on your first solo album <City Lights>, which was released in summer? Since a long time ago, I’ve been wanting to do songs with city pop vibes. Also, it is meaningful to have the album comprised of just my voice. I hoped for people to hear the album and at least think, ‘So this is the kind of voice Baekhyun has.’ I’m glad it received such a good outcome.

What do you mean by ‘good outcome’? I got a lot of positive feedback. There were people who recognised the effort I put into the voice and vibe I wanted to express. The album sales were also good thanks to my fans. 

What kind of voice did you want to express? Something that’s a little dreamy (laughs), and I guess I wanted there to be sexy vibes even with just my voice?

I was a little dubious when I first heard that the title track was called ‘UN Village,’ because it’s the more luxurious version of ‘Samsung Raemian’ (laughs). However, after listening to it, it seems like ‘luxurious’ was the keyword that was the main theme of the entire album. Even on stage, your performance is relaxed and doesn’t require much of an angle (as in a certain kind of look/style/theme), it looks like you wanted to portray that sort of laidback appeal.  Oh, that’s very accurate. Because EXO has themes and we do powerful performances, I wanted my solo to be different. I wanted to pull out something I think of as my weapon, something that is relaxed rather than strong, and more focused on my voice itself.

It’s rather difficult to be relaxed if you don’t do a lot of preparation. Between what you do best and what you like best, which of the two do you think is closer to the composition of your first album? At first I matched the make up of the album to what I like, but I think it slowly became what I do best as I practised and did my studies. I’m always like that. I always do what I like instead of what I do best. There is almost nothing you are good at from the start. It starts of as ‘This is so hard, but I like it’ and at some point when I get familiar with it and master it, it feels really exhilarating.  

This is sudden but it’s always fascinating to me when I see singers like you that start off with the position as a vocal, and become a dancer that does dynamic performances on stage. Could it be because SM is originally known for it's unrivalled training system, or is it because that person actually has dance DNA but simply never had the opportunity to draw it out? From the aspect of whether one knows how to use their body and muscles, it looks like I have the influence of the DNA. From moving your chest to doing several other movements. For example, there are people who find it hard to do detailed movements like ‘lift your right shoulder, and then pop your chest, bring down your right shoulder and lift your left shoulder.’ On top of that, SM’s environment, which has many people that started off as choreographers and have a command of high quality dancing in nature, also contributed to my progress. Looking around at my surroundings, I followed suit so my abilities got better, and there were many things I could learn and many things I was motivated by. 

Soon it will be the 8th anniversary since EXO debuted so shall we talk about the time that started history? How did you feel at the start when you had to digest and do difficult dance moves even though you were a vocalist? I just had this desire. ‘I don’t want to remembered as the person who can’t dance.’ Thankfully, the members taught me and Chen, who entered the group late, until the wee hours of the morning. Kai took care of Chen, and Sehun took care of me. All the while competing who taught better, and who mastered the dance better. I improved a lot during the time we practised together. 

Looking back, after debuting, was there a critical period where you felt like you were growing too fast? Around summer 2016 ‘Monster,’ my performance skills definitely improved. Choreographer Shim Jaewon hyung actually included a solo performance for me at the start of the song. There wasn’t supposed to have a solo performance but he said, ‘Baekhyun, you have a talent in dance too, you just have to work a little bit harder, let’s start building up your confidence now,’ and he choreographed a solo performance and encouraged me. From then on, I thought, ‘So I’m not someone who can’t dance,’ and I gained confidence in expressing myself through my body while doing my best for that solo performance. What I never knew, or what I suppressed, up to that point, I then started to express naturally.

Oh, that was around the time the special cover edition ‘EXOclusive’ you did with <W Korea> was produced! Was there a period where you were in a slump, music-wise?  At the start of EXO’s activities, when we’re going from ‘MAMA’ to ‘Wolf.’ I achieved the reality of debuting and suddenly received a lot of attention, so the kid that was full of confidence became scared of singing. I doubted myself, that my singing might be weird. It was around then that my interest in vocalisation peaked, and I studied a lot. As I did that, my fears disappeared little by little and I started to anticipate how my voice would sound like when I sing live. I put in a lot of effort in ways like thinking if I should do it a certain way this time so it could sound different, and if I like the sound of my tone in a certain song, I could apply a part of it to another song. 

Then before EXO, when did you first vaguely feel that you had something similar to a talent?  The first time I ever went to a karaoke. Might have been grade 6 of elementary school.

What song did you sing? It was Yarn’s song. What was the song called... Can I quickly search it up?

Yarn’s songs are one of the tests for high-pitched power, and have made many guys fail miserably in karaokes.  Exactly. Yarn’s ‘Run.’ Weirdly, I sang the song comfortably as how I heard it, and my friends’ reactions were huge. Ever since then, I thought ‘Oh? I didn’t even learn how to sing yet everyone says I’m good? This must be my greatest strength!’ and I started to like singing. 

Your audience then reacted to your mic and your acoustics, which made that the moment you became a celebrity. So that’s how the history of ‘Bucheon Prince’ came about (laughs).  My friends wouldn’t sing songs that are high in pitch. So I thought, ‘Huh? Why?’ I was still young then so I didn’t even know what a vibrato was, I just thought that the note was “vibrating.” When I hear that the end of the note doesn’t vibrate, I would think, ‘Why don’t they do the vibration thing? Isn’t it kind of flat?’ It was a time when I was young and ‘snobby’ (laughs). 

If you were to introduce a distinct characteristic of your vocals, how would you say it? Um. Smooth yet at the same time robust.

You possess everything good...  Hehe, I don’t have an entirely beautiful voice but I have a kind of baritone voice that is saturated with tenderness. So it is an advantage that I don’t have to limit myself to one genre and can challenge myself extensively. 

Still, is there anyone’s vocals that you wish to have? Kim Bumsoo sunbae. Recently I am realigning my vocals. From my breathing to my vocalisation, I am remodelling everything. So I think about vocals a lot, but when I hear Kim Bumsoo sunbae’s songs, I feel that he has quite the stability. I think of stability as a power that allows the audience to listen comfortably and enjoy the song, and to people who sing, as players of the game themselves, would either want to show off or have the freedom to express a bar of the song any way they want. He has amazing stability, and he has a great voice, and he possesses several different tones. There are many things to look up to him to. 

Instead of changing just one vocal aspect, you’re changing your style from the basics. It’s going to be a tough process. It’s not easy. I’ve been learning from my current vocal teacher for about a year now, but luckily, he’s like a saviour to me. Singer Im Hanbyul hyung introduced him to me. He not only teaches me vocal skills, but also helps me to find peace mentally. He’s like a doctor that does a full check-up on whatever I am uneasy about. He’s really grown up. [A/N: there’s no pronoun for Baekhyun’s vocal teacher but I used a standard pronoun for ease of reading]

Do you have any aspirations as a member of SuperM? We began our activities last fall and we were the first of Asia Artistes to debut at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 chart with our debut album. I’ve said ‘We will show you another kind of K-Pop’ in an interview in The States before, but there is another meaning behind the face value of what I said. No matter how I look at it, isn’t now the era to turn the impossible possible? It’s the same for SuperM. The fact that members of different groups have come together to form another group is entirely a whole new system. We were the pioneers to give it a shot, and that in itself is a step that creates synergy. With this in mind, I have the desire to make K-Pop widely known. 

In the 2000′s, K-Pop started to gain popularity when SMTOWN was having their world tour, and in the recent years, K-Pop has once again taken another leap. Have you ever felt that it’s true while you were on tour?  Of course. When we do interviews overseas, journalists would say things like, ‘If we were to define K-Pop, we can’t forget about the perfectly synced dance choreography, right?’ The style of group dance choreography, which has been around since long ago, is what shaped K-pop and I think of it as K-Pop’s important trait. When they know and point out that aspect, I feel proud and grateful. 

SuperM brings EXO’s Baekhyun and Kai, SHINEE’s Taemin, NCT’s Taeyong and Mark, WayV’s Lucas and Ten together in a team. How is it like when you’re all together? They’re all really, honestly, very nice and innocent kids. They transform on stage but when I see how they’re like together off stage, I wonder how they could be that innocent. I want you guys to know that side of the boys before showing you our music and performance.

Are they like innocent boys behind the cool and handsome men that glare when they sing ‘We will burn on this stage’ during the performance? These guys also possess everything good...  Superheroes normally conceal their own identity and show a mild appearance but when nighttime comes, they apprehend bad guys. Ever since I was young, I’ve always thought that somehow that was what true justice was (laughs). I feel like if the duality of how the boys are like daily and how they are like when they concentrate on stage was known, all the members are able to shine more brightly. 

In today’s photoshoot, you went from bright and impeccable Baekhyun to Baekhyun with a dark charisma. And Cartier’s jewelry shone just like EXO Baekhyun, who symbolises ‘light’ (laughs). If you were to have dual personalities, what would it be?  Though I am mostly nice and well-mannered, I am the type to be straightforward and be firm when I think ‘This isn’t right.’ Even when people who think ‘this person belongs to me,’ when they treat them badly, my firmness will appear. When that happens, I will step in and say something. 

Listening to your stories, you seem like a person who is motivated by yourself.  That’s right. I always find faults in myself. Whether it is on stage or my treatment towards other people, I frequently think about whether I had any drawbacks. I always think about questions like ‘Why do I keep doing the wrong move these days,’ or ‘Am I not focusing, or am I lacking practice for that part?’

What is something you need in order to continue and live a long life as an artist that has debuted in an idol group? First of all, I think the answer to that is finding out what you really want to do. Because if you don’t go through that process and simply follow the trend or what other people want, it’ll be easy for you to be left behind as an artist. If you look at idols who have been in the industry for a long time, their own colour is very clear no matter what. I could also soon become Baekhyun version 2. A life where I find out whether I can succeed with just my voice.

Would you have a (however) big ambition inside of you?  Ambition, I definitely have it. There’s a saying, ‘In for a penny, in for a pound’ (laughs). However, I’m not the kind that is full of fighting spirit and think I have to achieve a certain goal. I do not want my huge desire for success to eat me up. To me, doing things happily while laughing is most important to me. That level of ambition would be more like ‘I hope they recognise my hard work’ I guess? When you work hard on something, it will still shine no matter what, and no matter how bright. And I want to show off what I am good at anyway so, hehe.

Translation by 103oclock (Source)

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Today we remember the passing of Joey Ramone who Died: April 15, 2001 in Manhattan, New York

Jeffrey Ross Hyman, known professionally as Joey Ramone, was an American musician, singer, composer, and lead vocalist of the punk rock band the Ramones. Joey Ramone's image, voice, and tenure as frontman of the Ramones made him a countercultural icon.

Jeffrey Ross Hyman was born on May 19, 1951, in Queens, New York City, New York to a Jewish family. His parents were Charlotte (née Mandell) and Noel Hyman. He was born with a parasitic twin growing out of his back, which was incompletely formed and surgically removed. The family resided in Forest Hills, Queens, where Hyman and his future Ramones bandmates attended Forest Hills High School. He grew up with his brother Mickey Leigh. Though happy, Hyman was something of an outcast, diagnosed at 18 with obsessive–compulsive disorder alongside being diagnosed with schizophrenia. His mother, Charlotte Lesher, divorced her first husband, Noel Hyman. She married a second time but was widowed by a car accident while she was on vacation.

Hyman was a fan of the Beatles, the Who, David Bowie, and the Stooges among other bands, particularly oldies and the Phil Spector-produced "girl groups". His idol was Pete Townshend of the Who, with whom he shared a birthday. Hyman took up the drums at 13, and played them throughout his teen years before picking up an acoustic guitar at age 17.

In 1974, Jeffrey Hyman co-founded the punk rock band the Ramones with friends John Cummings and Douglas Colvin. Colvin was already using the pseudonym "Dee Dee Ramone" and the others also adopted stage names using "Ramone" as their surname: Cummings became Johnny Ramone and Hyman became Joey Ramone. The name "Ramone" stems from Paul McCartney: he briefly used the stage name "Paul Ramon" during 1960/1961, when the Beatles, still an unknown five-piece band called the Silver Beetles, did a tour of Scotland and all took up pseudonyms; and again on the 1969 Steve Miller album Brave New World, where he played the drums on one song using that name.

Joey initially served as the group's drummer while Dee Dee Ramone was the original vocalist. However, when Dee Dee's vocal cords proved unable to sustain the demands of consistent live performances, Ramones manager Thomas Erdelyi suggested Joey switch to vocals. Mickey Leigh: "I was shocked when the band came out. Joey was the lead singer and I couldn't believe how good he was. Because he'd been sitting in my house with my acoustic guitar, writing these songs like 'I Don't Care', fucking up my guitar, and suddenly he's this guy on stage who you can't take your eyes off of." After a series of unsuccessful auditions in search of a new drummer, Erdelyi took over on drums, assuming the name Tommy Ramone.

The Ramones were a major influence on the punk rock movement in the United States, though they achieved only minor commercial success. Their only record with enough U.S. sales to be certified gold in Joey's lifetime was the compilation album Ramones Mania. Recognition of the band's importance built over the years, and they are now regularly represented in many assessments of all-time great rock music, such as the Rolling Stone lists of the 50 Greatest Artists of All Time and 25 Greatest Live Albums of All Time, VH1's 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock, and Mojo's 100 Greatest Albums. In 2002, the Ramones were voted the second greatest rock and roll band ever in Spin, behind the Beatles.

In 1996, after a tour with the Lollapalooza music festival, the band played their final show and then disbanded.

Ramone's signature cracks, hiccups, snarls, crooning, and youthful voice made him one of punk rock's most recognizable voices. Allmusic.com wrote that "Joey Ramone's signature bleat was the voice of punk rock in America." As his vocals matured and deepened through his career, so did the Ramones' songwriting, leaving a notable difference from his initial melodic and callow style—two notable tracks serving as examples are "Somebody Put Something in My Drink" and "Mama's Boy". Dee Dee Ramone was quoted as saying "All the other singers in New York were copying David Johansen (New York Dolls), who was copying Mick Jagger... But Joey was unique, totally unique."

In 1985, Ramone joined Steven Van Zandt's music industry activist group Artists United Against Apartheid, which campaigned against the Sun City resort in South Africa. Ramone and 49 other recording artists – including Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Keith Richards, Lou Reed and Run DMC — collaborated on the song "Sun City", in which they pledged they would never perform at the resort.

In 1994, Ramone appeared on the Helen Love album Love and Glitter, Hot Days and Music, singing the track "Punk Boy". Helen Love returned the favor, singing on Ramone's song "Mr. Punchy".

In October 1996, Ramone headlined the "Rock the Reservation" alternative rock festival in Tuba City, Arizona. 'Joey Ramone & the Resistance' debuted Ramone's interpretation of Louis Armstrong's "Wonderful World' live, as well as Ramone's choice of Ramones classics and some of his other favorite songs; The Dave Clark Five's "Any Way You Want It", The Who's "The Kids are Alright" and The Stooges' "No Fun."

Ramone co-wrote and recorded the song "Meatball Sandwich" with Youth Gone Mad. For a short time before his death, he took the role of manager and producer for the punk rock band the Independents.

His last recording as a vocalist was backup vocals on the CD One Nation Under by the Dine Navajo rock group Blackfire. He appeared on two tracks, "What Do You See" and "Lying to Myself". The 2002 CD won "Best Pop/Rock Album of the Year" at the 2002 Native American Music Awards.

Ramone produced the Ronnie Spector album She Talks to Rainbows in 1999. It was critically acclaimed but was not very commercially successful. The title track was previously on the Ramones' final studio album, ¡Adios Amigos!.

Joey Ramone died at the age of 49 following a seven-year battle with lymphoma at New York-Presbyterian Hospital on April 15, 2001, a month before he would have turned 50. He was reportedly listening to the song "In a Little While" by U2 when he died. In an interview in 2014 for Radio 538, U2 lead singer Bono confirmed that Joey Ramone's family told him that Ramone listened to the song before he died, which Andy Shernoff (The Dictators) also confirmed.

His solo album Don't Worry About Me was released posthumously in 2002, and features the single "What a Wonderful World", a cover of the Louis Armstrong standard. MTV News claimed: "With his trademark rose-colored shades, black leather jacket, shoulder-length hair, ripped jeans and alternately snarling and crooning vocals, Joey was the iconic godfather of punk."

On November 30, 2003, a block of East 2nd Street in New York City was officially renamed Joey Ramone Place. It is the block where Hyman once lived with bandmate Dee Dee Ramone and is near the former site of the music club CBGB, where the Ramones began their career. Hyman's birthday is celebrated annually by rock 'n' roll nightclubs, hosted in New York City by his brother and, until 2007, his mother, Charlotte. Joey Ramone is interred at Hillside Cemetery in Lyndhurst, New Jersey.

The Ramones were named as inductees to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as part of the class of 2002.

Several songs have been written in tribute to Joey Ramone. Tommy, CJ and Marky Ramone and Daniel Rey came together in 2002 to record Jed Davis' Joey Ramone tribute album, The Bowery Electric. Other tributes include "Hello Joe" by Blondie from the album The Curse of Blondie, "Drunken Angel" by Lucinda Williams, "You Can't Kill Joey Ramone" by Sloppy Seconds, Joey by Raimundos, "I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone" by Sleater-Kinney, "Red and White Stripes" by Moler and "Joey" by the Corin Tucker Band, "I Heard Ramona Sing" by Frank Black, Amy Rigby's "Dancin' With Joey Ramone" and "The Miracle (of Joey Ramone)" by U2.

In September 2010, the Associated Press reported that "Joey Ramone Place," a sign at the corner of Bowery and East Second Street, was New York City's most stolen sign. Later, the sign was moved to 20 ft (6.1 m) above ground level. Drummer Marky Ramone thought Joey would appreciate that his sign would be the most stolen, adding "Now you have to be an NBA player to see it."

After several years in development, Ramone's second posthumous album was released on May 22, 2012. Titled ...Ya Know?, it was preceded on Record Store Day by a 7" single re-release of "Blitzkrieg Bop"/"Havana Affair"

[sinnamonfox]

~ Sean x Finn - A band AU~

There’s this somewhat lengthy AU I wrote in the beginning of May but wasn’t ready to post it. It’s more detailed NSFW than the rest of the snippets I’ve posted here and I guess I felt self-conscious about it, but.. it’s stupid? Soo fuck insecurities, here comes a dose of a smutty AU with the boys. Enjoy <3 

NSFW warning: blowjob, riding & use of recreational drugs

The Humboldt Crew has become a relatively famous alternative band among teens in Seattle's area in the last 6 years. The members are all teenage runaways, highschool drop-outs who met and connected through their same goal in life; making music (and getting high also helped in bonding). They play punk music with a hint of some softer vibes here and there. Cassidy's the lead singer, with the occasional acoustic guitar, Hannah, the eldest of them's behind the drums. Penny plays the bass while Finn, the youngest, shreds the electric guitar. 

Finn's 24, got his dreads in a ponytail with all sorts of beads in it, his left arm is covered in wristbands, has different kinds of metal rings, covering parts of his 'free piza' tattoo which isn't his only ink by any means. He's got the triangles, the vertical line on his chin, the few other lines and nonsense scattered all over his body which he got while being wasted or just because he could. He even has a full-sleeve on his left arm, it's a mix of 'cool, abstract shit' as he’d said it.

Finn's easy going, very sweet and chill with their fans, more often than not hooking up with some of them but he's got a steady fuck buddy thing going on with Hannah if neither of them get a date by the end of the night after a gig. Finn loves to fuck, just like his tattoo suggests, the post-concert adrenaline mixed with the marijuana making those strangers all the more appealing. Deep down he knows he’s missing something. The feel of belonging romantically to someone else and having a meaningful connection is something he wishes he had but doesn’t feel like he deserves it. 

Sean's a band geek, currently a senior in college at the age of 22. He's studying art, already making money out of it due to his luck, talent and having a best friend who majors in marketing. Lyla manages the advertisement, finds clients for him and is basically doing everything important accounting work for her childhood best friend, so naturally they share the income. It's a working deal between the two, helped them find a small but nice little apartment. They get graphic design commissions from small and medium-sized businesses to have their logo made, the style of their website, menus for restaurants and so on.

Sean's love life is dull, to put it bluntly. They go to college parties with Lyla and different concerts in the city so he's sort of trying to have fun, meeting new people along the way. He's bisexual and not a virgin in any sense. Had three girlfriends in the past and a boyfriend but none of them ended too well. Sean feels like he didn't find common ground with any of them, not in a classical romantic sense and not between the sheets either so they weren't long-lasting relationships. Sean was longing to finally find someone like that so Lyla, the Love Witch was on the lookout for him, 'advertising' not only his art but her best friend too whenever she had the chance, even though Sean asked her not to, multiple times.

Sean knows The Humboldt Crew's music, been a fan with Lyla since around the beginning. They get a commission from them to make different designs for their merch and their third album cover. Needless to say, he's excited to be working on that and as a friendly gesture, they even receive V.I.P. tickets to one of their shows. They get to rock out in the front row, singing along to the lyrics they both know so well with a plastic cup of beer in their hands and whoa, that guitarist is kinda hot?

Finn's a star, but one of those who don't even realize how good they are. Finn goes with the flow, he's confident and isn't afraid to be himself on stage, he enjoys the music immensely and it's showing in his behavour. He's jumping around with Penny and Cassidy, sharing grins and joyful looks, even takes off his tank top halfway through the concert to the crowd's amazement. Lyla notices Sean's interest and tells him how she's heard that he was pansexual so he's got a chance but Sean brushes it off, not believing that for a second.

She drags him backstage after the concert to meet the band. They're just as chill as they seem from afar, a very interesting crew with different personalities that somehow still found a way to work together. Sean can tell they're like a family from how they act around each other. The second Finn lays eyes on Sean from across the room, he just knows he needs to get to him so he walks up and introduces himself charmingly, flirting from the get go which instantly has Sean's cheeks go red because holy shit, this guy.

Finn picks up on it, knows he's got a chance and makes it his mission to seduce Sean because he's fucking smitten with the shy artist. Sean stammers, feeling like and idiot, especially since Finn's still half-naked with his sexy tattoos out in the open and are those nipple piercings? Lyla sees Sean's face and doesn’t need more, she scores them an invite to the band's house, where the private afterparty is held.

Of course, they get high. Finn chose to sit next to Sean, pressed to his side and is doing everything to mercilessly tease the younger to the point where he has to excuse himself and go out for some fresh air. It's not even that he's nervous, the weed and buzz from the alcohol has him in a good mood but Finn gets him so ridiculously turned on, like never before and he doesn't know what to do with it. The nonchalant touches on his thigh, his hot breath on his ear telling him he wants to see his skillful artist hands in action sometime, those pet names that make him melt and want to climb in his lap right there. This isn't like him, not at all. Sean never had a one night stand before but he was actually considering it because the guitarist is downright irresistible.

He smokes a cigarette out there in the dimly lit backyard, alone with his thoughts, at least for a while. Finn gets worried, thinking he came on too strong or he misunderstood the signs. Sean's startled out of his train of thought when Finn joins him on the wooden bench outside. He goes to apologize when Sean frowns and stops him. "No, no! Shit dude- I'm totally into it, it's just.." He lets out a frustrated sound, the words not coming to him as he gestures helplessly with his hands as if that'd help his case. "Never done something like this, I just met you and you're hot as hell, feeling me up and- Fuck, maybe I'll just shut up." Finn's easy laughter makes him smile too because somehow, it doesnt feel like he's laughing at him. 

"Damn sweetie, ever been told you're real cute when you get all blushy?" Finn teases which just makes it worse. Tells Sean he doesn't have to do anything he's not 100% sure about and he won't make him either. Finn’s starting to really like Sean. Interacting with him feels so real, no lies and pretending. The artist doesn’t treat him differently just because he’s semi-famous. Meanwhile, Sean's touched by his patience and thanks him for being so cool, also shuffles closer to the tattooed punk because he does want it, tells him so. 

"Then what are you afraid of?" The question breezes out of Finn’s mouth, the corners quirking up from finding Sean adorable.

"Nothing." Sean whispers back before closing the distance between them and it's one of those legendary, movie-like kisses that neither of them had before, with fireworks going off in the background. One that shakes you to the core and leaves you trembling, sucks the breath right out of your lungs. Sparks fly and it turns extremely heated with Sean swinging his leg over Finn's lap, Finn's calloused guitarist fingers travel up his tshirt at the back and pull the artist closer in desperation. Finn’s tongue tests the waters, asking permission into Sean’s mouth and he gains it almost immediately. After a few minutes of making out, they're both so stupidly hard, grinding mindlessly against each other while exchanging the sloppy kisses that fill up the night air with wet smacking sounds and occasional moans from the both of them. Finn's the one to initiate continuing it in his room, ready to back out if needed but as Sean's lustfilled eyes find his, telling him to lead the way, he’s sure about what comes next.

They sneak by the others and up the stairs but they're not even fully on the second level before Finn presses Sean against the wall and their lips collide in burning passion. Sean's making needy sounds and Finn's so drunk on it, pining his wrists to the wall and massaging their tongue’s together, taking charge of the situation. Sean absolutely loves it.

Somehow, the two men find themselves in the messy room with Sean on his back on a beat-up mattress. It's a miracle they managed to get that far. Not even five minutes later they're both fully naked and Finn's sucking off the younger eagerly, his mouth proving to be just as skillful working on his cock as it was spewing out filth, his fingers are opening up the tan male thoroughly. When Sean can't take it any longer, he pulls him up by his dreads and flips them over to Finn's surprise. 

After taking care of protection and applying lube, Sean sinks down on Finn's impressive length with a long, drawn-out moan that's rivaled by Finn's sounds of pleasure and his praises. His strong thighs flex as he begins bouncing. He’s clawing at the flat, pale stomach in ecstasy because this is perfect, Finn’s length is just perfect, hitting his sweet spots without needing to be guided. Sean wants to keep it down but when Finn starts fucking up right into his prostate, he loses all sense of control and let's go of his high-pitched moans. Finn takes the opportunity to take over again and pushes Sean on his back to pummel into him wildly, his dreads bouncing with his movements, both of them sweating. Sean can't think of anything else, he only feels the way Finn's sliding in and out of him, angling his hips with such expertise, it drives him crazy.

When Sean comes, it's with a scream of Finn's name that he paints his stomach, one hand jacking himself off, the fingers on the other digging into Finn's back, holding on for dear life. He clenches around Finn's dick which sends the other over the edge as well, spilling in the condom with a loud grunt and chanting of his partner's name. Sean's heart is thumping in his ears as he feels Finn breathe raggedly into his neck in the aftermath. He also has a lazy smile on his face when the older kisses him again. They're both sort of surprised at what just happened so no wonder they're grinning like idiots. Finn chuckles into the brief, sensual kiss before gently pulling out and taking care of the mess they've made with the help of Sean.

They're exhausted, it was a long night. Finn tells Sean he should stay if he wanted to, the arm he throws over Sean's sweaty torso is nice and despite their messiness, the artist burrows closer, welcoming the hug and agreeing to the plan. They fall asleep that way, wrapped up in each other, strangers who just met a few hours ago yet it’s already had such a huge impact on both of them. The next morning, Sean wakes up earlier and yesterday’s events come back to him, making him blush. He's hugging the musician's naked body from the back which just feels so natural, as if it wasn't the first time it happened and he's known him for longer than just one night. As Sean begins overthinking, it hits him; was this really a casual hook up? Are all of them so damn hard to walk away from? He feels somewhat stupid for having those feelings but.. this man beside him seems so full of love. The way he treated his crew, how he made sure Sean was feeling comfortable with the situation, his eyes going soft whenever Sean stuttered in embarrassment of right when he released.

When those piercing blue eyes take him in after waking up, Finn starts the morning with a groggy, „Good mornin’, beautiful.” Sean’s heart skips a beat and in the next second soft lips are on his again, movements so different to the night prior. More languid and sweet, as if Finn was bittersweetly memorizing the curve of Sean’s lips before he disappears, like he’s just used to people leaving him after they get what they want. Sean kisses back with the same intensity, no rushing in the slightest. They share a lazy smile, Sean’s face is flushed and connects their lips once again, letting Finn know he has no intentions leaving just yet. 

He’ll have time to thank Lyla later.

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Christening the House | Connor Brashier

A/n: this was supposed to be longer, but I knew if I kept going I would never post it, so it’s this. And yes, part of the beginning is from my fic “Moving In.” This is the same “universe” if you will. Also, yeah I’m sorry if this absolutely sucks!

Summary: Connor wants to break in the new house.

Warnings: awful smut writing, fingering, oral, slight choking, protected and unprotected sex (be safe, my dudes) and there might be more but idk honestly

Word count: 1.7k

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It only makes sense that the first room we finished was our bedroom. I mean, unless we planned on sleeping in the living room for the next few weeks while we try and figure out this whole place and what we were going to do with all the space. The house was definitely bigger than we needed, but if one day we were to add to the family, it made sense to have a larger house. I think it was a subconscious thought for both us – buying a home that would be our forever home, the one we would raise our kids in, grow old in.

“I think that’s the last of it, sweetheart.” Connor says, placing his freshly fluffed pillow on his side of the bed.

I flatten out the rug at the foot of the bed and smile fondly at the room. “It looks good, don’t you think?” I ask, glancing around the room.

“Mhmm…” he hums, his arms wrapping around my waist. “But you look better.”

“Oh yes,” I mutter. “I’m sure my matted hair and sweat are a huge turn on for you, huh?”

“Well that’s how I leave you every night, isn’t it?” He muses, running soft kisses down the side of my neck, to my shoulder, where his teeth sink into my skin.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes my throat and he takes that as encouragement, moving the straps of my tank top to give himself more access. “Con,” I say, turning in his arms, my hand flying to his hair. “We have to … work on… the bathroom,” I mumble against his lips.

“Later,” he growls. “Wanna love on you for a little bit.”

“But-“

“Baby, I’m doing some of my best work here, you can’t just talk through it.”

“Best work, huh? I think you’ve done better.”

“Oh, I have? Well I guess we’re just gonna have to make this my best work then.”

“I’d love to see you try, bub.”

“Don’t challenge me, baby girl,” his hands sneak up my shirt, and back down, sending shivers down my spine as they come back down and he pops the button of my jeans.

“oh, an eager boy, are we?” I tease.

His hand easily slips down my pants and I gasp. He smirks, “And I’m eager?” his lips graze my ear as he rubs me through my panties, causing my eyes to flutter shut and a soft moan to escape my lips.

“Yeah, yeah,” I roll my eyes and pull him back to my lips. “Just keep your promise, okay?”

“I am a man of my word.” Before I know it, he has me on my back, completely naked, on our freshly made bed. But I’m enjoying his lips on my shin too much to worry about that right now. “Okay,” he says, pulling back from my heat, where I so desperately need him. “I know I’m kinda busy here, but this run is really comfortable.”

I laugh, covering my face, “Glad to heat it, now could you?”

“Right, sorry,” he wraps his arms around my thighs and buries his head between them once again. I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips when his tongue flicks over my already sensitive nub, and then I feel the soft push of one of his fingers at my entrance and my back arches. He’s quick to push me back on the bed, though, his tongue picking up its pace, working so nicely that I almost can’t tell that his fingers have left me. He’s sucking and slurping while I fill the room with more lengthy moans and heavy breaths. The sounds coming from us are boarder line pornographic, but neither of us seem to care. “Hmm… so wet for me,” he utters, kissing down my folds.

“Jesus, Connor. More.” I beg.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” His lips leave a wet trail down the inside of my thigh and I can’t help but whimper when his teeth sink into the sensitive skin. He kisses his way back up and I squirm at the feeling of his lips on my clit once again.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Use your words, y/n. What do you want?”

This is torture. Absolute torture. But he needs to hear me or he won’t continue. “Fingers, Connor. Please. I need you.”

“That’s my girl,” he smirks against me as one finger slips inside, soon followed by another. The stretch is perfect. So perfect. And he knows too, if not from how many times he has done this, then from my moans and whines and whimpers that are filling the room. Some loud, some broken from where my breath hitches. He knows just how to work me to the edge. And he does it. Just as I can feel my high building from just his fingers and tongue, he pulls away, leaving me heaving and whining for him to come back.

“Bubba. Please,” I cry, not at all caring about just how desperate I sound.

“Shh… I know, baby girl. I know. But I wanna feel you around me. Can’t have you getting off from just my fingers the first time in our new room.” He gets off his knees and shuffles quickly to his nightstand, taking a condom out of the top drawer. “Safety first,” he chuckles, sliding his pants and boxers down the length of his legs. I hum, watching him. I need him. I’m desperate for him. And the ache between my legs is making sure I know just how desperate I am.

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Later, after we’ve rested a bit from our activities, we find ourselves in our bathroom, putting on some final touches. Connor’s hanging up a picture he took of the ocean when we were on our honeymoon, and I’m putting our extra towels on the shelf next to the shower.

“Does it look straight?” he asks me, turning his head from side to side, closing one eye and then the other.

I lift myself onto the counter stare at the photo for a second. “It looks good to me.”

He turns back to face me and smirks. “You look good to me.”

I shake my head, “Oh no. No, sir. We just had sex.”

“And?”

“And what are you planning on doing? Having sex with me in every room of the house?”

He shrugs. “I mean… yeah. That was kind of the plan.”

“I – Connor David!”

“What? I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it? It’s kinda like we’re christening the house. Or, you know, we’re just making sure the furniture and everything is uh… sturdy, yeah. I mean, if it can take me pounding into you, I think we got something pretty good, don’t you?”

I can’t help but laugh. “You are something else, my dear,” I say, but I can’t say that the thought of having sex in every room is kinda hot. Especially the kitchen. On the counter. I bite my lip at the thought.

“So… what do you think?”

I nod, “Okay. But if we’re doing it in here, can we at least do it in the shower?”

He smirks and closes the distance between us. “Absolutely,” he kisses my lips gently. “The acoustics are better in there anyway. Can hear your melodic moans much better in there.”

I slap his chest, “I hate you,” I say with an eye roll.

“I adore you, too.”

He’s not wrong about the acoustics, although hearing my moans and whimpers amplified makes me a little self-conscious. But Connor is having none of that.

“Why so quiet, love?” He asks with another harsh thrust into me. I muffle my groan into his shoulder, pressing gentle kisses – in deep contrast to what’s currently happening – to his wet skin. “Want to hear you,” he groans, nipping at the soft spot behind my ear. “Gonna let me hear you?” His hand roams up my body, and he tugs on my nipple. I can’t hide that moan and he knew that when he did it. “There is it. That’s my good girl.”

Oh god, I’m a whimpering mess now.

“You take me so well, don’t you?” he coos, brushing my wet hair out of my face before bringing his hand back down, where it latches to my throat and we squeezes gently. “I love having you like this, pretty girl. Gasping for me. Whining me for me to keep going. Do you want me to keep going? You want to cum for me?”

I nod desperately, “Please Connor. Plea –” my breath catches in my throat with a particularly hard thrust.

“Say my name again,” he groans, and I swear it’s my favorite sound in the world. Just like he likes watching me come undone for him, I love watching the same thing. I love the shape his mouth makes when he’s moaning. And the way his eyes shut so tight when he’s reaching his high. I like watching – trying to watch, would be more accurate – his concentrated thrusts with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.

I whine, gripping his hair tighter.

“Say it again,” he growls, the hand around my neck gripping tighter and I didn’t think it was even possible for me to get any wetter, I mean we’re fucking in a shower.

“Connor,” I gasp just as I feel myself getting closer, the coil in my stomach threatening to uncurl.

“Cum with me, baby,” he begs and if his sloppy thrusts are any indication at all, he’s close too.

“Fuck,” I almost scream. “Connor, I’m gonna – fuck, Con. Connor,” I sob as I reach my high, and he follows close behind me.

“Y/n,” he murmurs against my skin, pressing wet kisses to my collar bone as he slowly sets me back on the ground. He doesn’t let go of me though, thankfully, because I can feel my legs buckling beneath me. We stay like this for a few minutes, the water splashing us and we heave in breaths. “We should clean up,” he says finally, running his hand gently over my hair.

I nod, my eyes closed while I rest my head against his warm chest. “Okay.”

“Here, turn for me. I’ll wash your hair,” he presses his lips to my temple.

“Just,” I take in a deep breath, “give me another second, okay? Still can’t trust my legs.”

He chuckles, “I’m sorry, love.”

I shake my head, “Don’t be.”

“I’ll rub your sore muscles when we get into bed, yeah? That sound okay?”

I hum, “Sounds perfect.”

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