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Coasting - Art Donaldson x Reader

BMX, a small beach town, a crappy waitressing job, & your last summer at home.

aka a cute little slowburn bmx art donaldson & reader fic. coming of age movie vibes. enjoy!!

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The clinking of glasses and plates and knives, the sound of the ocean, the drone of idle conversation, some obscure reggae playlist. Those were the sounds that you heard, day in and day out, soft in the background while you bussed tables and chatted with your best friend, Tashi Duncan. The sun was just about to set as you glided around High Tide, the hole-in-the-wall beach café you had waitressed at every summer since you could work. Right now, it was that weird lull in the late afternoon just before dinner.

Walking back behind the counter, you caught a glimpse of the camcorder in your bag you kept tucked away for when you got a spare moment. Tashi had been asking you all week to film another one of her BMX sessions. She was planning on posting it—she always had something she wanted to showcase, whether it was a new trick, a new outfit, or just a good shot of her flying through the air. And you loved it. Capturing the way the light hit the steel of her bike as she soared, or the thrill on her face when she pulled off a trick, was second nature to you. Photography and videography were more than a hobby; they were a way for you to capture what felt like fleeting moments. Every shot you took seemed to tell a story, one you could hold onto for just a little longer.

Tashi nudged you from behind, her eyes glinting with excitement as she stepped up to the counter. "So, I was thinking," she began, not even giving you a chance to greet her before she jumped into her idea. "Maybe we could shoot something tomorrow?"

You smiled, folding some cutlery into a napkin. “You're telling me I should use my precious weekend to watch you flip around on a bike for hours?”

“I'll buy you that weird coconut ice cream you like!”

You didn't really need the incentive, this had been your routine pretty much every summer: work, gossip, shoot Tashi and whoever else of your friends happened to be at the park. You tried not to dwell on the fact that it was your last summer at home, that this wouldn't ever be routine again.

"It's not that weird. And yeah, sounds fun."

"I'll pick you up at 1!"

Just as you were about to respond, the café door swung open, the bell above it jingling. The dinner crowd was starting to filter in—locals, some tourists—and the BMX guys you hung around during the summer. Despite you only really knowing how to ride a bike for transportation reasons, this was the group you inadvertently fell into. And they seemed to like you, or at least your camera. Or Tashi. Or High Tide. They all waltzed in, laughing about something, clapping each other on their shoulders, a cloud of sand and summer air (and probably weed) following them inside.

Art Donaldson, the lanky BMX prodigy of the town, and your crush since he sat next to you in your math class sophomore year, was always one of the last ones to join the group. His presence was unmistakable, but it was his quiet nature that made him stick out even more. He didn't rush into the room with the same energy as his best friend Patrick Zweig or the others; he just slipped in like a shadow, calm and observant.

Patrick, being Patrick, immediately spotted you. He raised a hand and waved, his grin wide and mischievous. “Hey, look who’s still working,” he said, his voice cutting through the hum of the café.

You laughed, moving towards the front of the counter to take their order. Patrick continued to talk, rambling about something inconsequential, but you caught a brief flicker of a glance from Art when your eyes met his.

You quickly turned your attention back to Patrick. “What can I get for you guys?” you asked, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened.

Tashi, who had quietly watched the interaction from behind the counter, leaned in slightly as she adjusted the straps of her helmet. “You’ve been staring at him all summer,” she whispered, her voice a mix of teasing and curiosity.

“Stop,” you said quickly, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you. “I’m not—he’s just… you know. Art.”

Tashi raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Art, who you're in love with.” She said the word love in a sing-song voice, and you had to fight to suppress your smile and roll your eyes.

“Okay. I have to go put this order in. And I'm not in love with him.”

Tashi grinned knowingly. “Mhm. You’re just avoiding it.”

Before you could argue further, you moved toward the kitchen to get their drinks ready, and you couldn’t help but notice Art again. He stood with his back to the counter, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, looking out at the fading light through the large windows that lined the café, absently listening to the mindless conversation of his friends. As if he could sense you staring, he turned around, grinning sheepishly and running a hand through his hair when you made eye contact. You sent back a flushed smile and a small wave before pivoting on your heel and promptly hiding in the kitchen.

“Chill, you’re fine,” you muttered under your breath, grabbing a tray of drinks to deliver to the table.

When you returned to the counter, Art and the guys were settling into their usual booth by the window, the sun casting a golden glow on everything outside. Art had his back to you, but you could feel his presence, even from across the room.

Tashi, ever the observant one, nudged you with her elbow, making you jump. “So, how was that look I just saw? You freaking out now?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said quickly, focusing on the drinks you were preparing, trying to ignore her smirk.

“You looked like you were about to burst into flames.” Tashi’s voice was soft, but you could hear the humor behind it.

You rolled your eyes again but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. Tashi had been in your corner about Art from the start. She was the one who encouraged you to ask him for photos back when you first picked up a camera and realized how much you enjoyed capturing moments. Ever since then, Art had been the subject of most of your best shots. And the subject of some of your best memories, too. You rarely hung out with him one-on-one, but whenever you were in a group setting, he had this way of making you feel included. And a way of making you feel like you and him were the only two people there.

“Okay,” Tashi pressed, leaning a little closer. “So, are we pretending that Art’s not going to ask you out or are we just gonna let you guys keep doing the whole will-they-won't-they thing?”

You shot her a look. “I’m not doing this right now.”

She raised her hands in mock surrender, but you could see the teasing glint still in her eyes. “Fine, fine, I’ll let you have your mystery.”

You glanced back toward the booth where Art and the crew were talking, trying to focus on anything else. Art had settled into his usual relaxed posture—arms stretched out along the back of the booth, a faint smile on his lips as Patrick animatedly told another story. He was always so laid-back, but there was a certain warmth about him that you couldn’t ignore. And it wasn’t just his presence—it was the way he was with his friends, how he listened when they talked, how he had a way of making even the smallest moment feel special.

Your phone buzzed, breaking your trance. You glanced at the screen—Tashi texting you details for tomorrow's shoot followed by about a million incoherent and entirely unrelated emojis.

You chuckled to yourself, making a mental note to set the alarm early and get the camera ready. As you were typing out a response, you heard a soft voice from behind you.

“Hey, you busy?” Art’s voice was low, and even though you hadn’t expected him to approach, it didn’t startle you.

You turned to find him standing just behind the counter, the light from the window casting a warm glow around his silhouette. His presence was effortlessly calm, like he was just... there. Not demanding anything from you, but still managing to make your heart beat a little faster.

“Not too busy,” you replied, looking up at him. “Just the usual.”

He nodded, his lips quirking into a small, easy smile. “I meant to ask earlier,” he said, his hands in his pockets as he leaned a little closer to the counter, “You free tomorrow afternoon?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly recovered by glancing at Tashi, who was pretending to be busy but clearly trying not to watch the conversation unfold.

“I’m filming for Tashi tomorrow, actually,” you replied, trying to sound casual, but there was that flutter in your chest again. "Why?"

Art raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to go get something to eat. But, uh, I'm going to that place on the pier with the onion rings later if you want to come."

There it was. The simplest, calmest invitation that could have easily been overlooked by anyone else. But for you, it felt like the universe had just delivered exactly what you wanted without any fanfare. He wasn’t overthinking it, wasn’t being mysterious. He was just... asking.

“Yeah, I could do that,” you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “You remember the onion rings?”

Art’s smile widened ever so slightly, and you could swear there was a spark of something—maybe relief, maybe happiness—flickering in his eyes. He didn't answer your question. Instead, he said, “I’ll meet you around six?”

“Six sounds good,” you said, nodding back. He gave you one last smile before turning back to the table.

You had always had some constants in your life. You had photography, you had High Tide, you had Tashi, and you had onion rings. Your favorite place on the pier, one of those old Airstream trailers that had been converted into a restaurant. You were caught off-guard when Art mentioned it. You'd gone with him a few times, and he had listened to your rants about the onion rings. But it wasn't usually just the two of you. But he remembered. Your head was kind of spinning.

Tashi nudged out of your trance, this time with a full-on grin. “See? I told you it was only a matter of time.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile that spread across your face betrayed you. “Yeah, yeah," you said, trying (and failing) to sound unaffected.

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The pier was quiet when you and Art finally made your way there, the ocean stretching endlessly in front of you, the sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore. The sky had faded into a deep indigo, stars just beginning to twinkle above. The scent of salt and fried food mixed in the air as you approached the little Airstream that had been serving the best comfort food on the coast for as long as you could remember.

It felt different tonight, though. More peaceful. More... effortless. Just the two of you, walking side by side with no real rush.

You stood in line while Art ordered, the woman behind the window grinning knowingly as she handed him the takeout bag. “Got a feeling you’d be back for more,” she joked, but Art just shrugged in his usual, easy way.

“Couldn’t help it,” he said with a quiet smile, turning to you. “You were right about these. It’s hard to stay away.”

You gave him a small grin, feeling the pull of his attention in a way you hadn’t before. He wasn’t rushing to fill the silence, just existing in it. It wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t forced. It was... easy.

You walked over to a bench by the edge of the pier and sat down, both of you leaning back as you opened the bag and pulled out your share of the food. The breeze from the ocean was cool against your skin, the faint hum of the waves blending with the distant chatter of people further down the pier.

“So,” you said after a few moments of comfortable silence, breaking into the food, “how’ve you been?”

Art glanced sideways at you, his gaze thoughtful. “Busy. Same old. You?”

“Same here. Just, you know, work. With Tashi and all.” You paused, then added, “Trying not to get too much sand in the camera.”

He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and for a moment, you both just shared a quiet laugh. It wasn’t an elaborate joke, but it was real. Like this moment, with him, was real.

You took another bite and leaned back into the bench, stretching your legs out in front of you, your feet tucked into your sneakers. The sun had set a while ago, but the horizon was still glowing faintly, like the world had been painted in colors you could never quite capture. The stars were scattered above like a thousand tiny little secrets.

Art was quiet for a while, his gaze out on the ocean as he ate, but you weren’t uncomfortable. It felt like the kind of silence you could just sink into, where you didn’t need to fill every moment with words, because you both understood that sometimes, not speaking was the most honest thing you could do.

“I didn’t think you’d ask me out here,” you said suddenly, the words just slipping out. It was a little vulnerable, a little self-conscious, but you couldn’t take it back now.

Art glanced over at you, his lips curving into that smile of his. “Why not?”

You shrugged, feeling the heat rise to your face. “I don’t know. You’re always... with your friends. I just thought you’d be busy.”

He paused, chewing for a second before he answered, his tone more serious than you expected. “I don’t like being busy just to be busy.”

There was something in the way he said it, a depth behind his words that made you look at him a little differently. You couldn’t quite place it, but something about the way he approached life—so calm, so deliberate, but still present—was unlike anyone else you’d ever known.

“I get that,” you said, nodding, your voice quieter now. “It’s good to slow down sometimes.”

Art met your eyes, and for a second, you both just held the moment, neither of you needing to say anything more. It was a connection. And it was simple, but it was there. And for once, neither of you was trying to rush through it.

“Did you always know you’d be here this summer?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence again.

You tilted your head, considering it. “I don’t think I ever really thought about it, to be honest. It’s just... always been this way, you know?”

He nodded slowly, his gaze drifting out to the water. “Yeah, I get it."

For a moment, you both looked out at the ocean, the rhythm of the waves syncing with the calm in the air around you. It felt easy, almost like this was what you were supposed to be doing all along. Not rushing anywhere, just sharing space, sharing time.

“Maybe we should do this more often,” you said lightly, breaking the quiet.

Art gave you a half-smile, his eyes soft but content. “I think I’d like that.”

You were about to say something else when he spoke again, his tone almost shy. “You know, I’m glad you said yes. I wasn’t sure if...”

You raised an eyebrow. “If I’d show up?”

He nodded, his expression a mix of self-deprecating humor and honesty. “Yeah. Figured you had better things to do than hang out with me.”

You could feel the weight of his words, the quiet vulnerability behind them. You didn’t know exactly what was going on in his head, but you could tell he didn’t often put himself out there like this.

You smiled softly, nudging him with your elbow. “You don’t have to worry about that. I like spending time with you.”

The words hung in the air between you two for a long beat. Then Art’s gaze softened, and he gave you a small but genuine smile, the kind that made you feel like everything had just fallen into place in a way it hadn’t before.

The conversation drifted back into the easy flow of a summer night, small talk about random things, your voices low and comfortable, as the sounds of the ocean and the soft rustling of the wind filled the space around you. The food was forgotten for a moment, but neither of you minded.

And just like that, the evening felt like its own quiet, perfect thing. Unspoken, but understood.

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The park was quieter than usual for a Saturday, the afternoon crowd still drifting in, some starting their warm-up routines, others talking or laughing with friends.

You watched Tashi land a clean trick and, almost instinctively, your fingers adjusted the camera settings. It was easy to focus on her—her energy contagious, her confidence enough to keep you grounded as you clicked away. BMX was her thing, and capturing her in motion was like catching fire in a bottle. But today, there was something different in the air, something just outside of your control.

You could feel it in the way the park seemed to have shifted, in the way Art stood off to the side, half-listening to his friends, half-distracted. His presence was subtle, but it always demanded attention, like the way the ocean would silently pull you in, its waves irresistible.

The moment you caught his eye across the park, you knew it wasn’t just the camera’s lens that had you transfixed. You could feel the weight of his gaze from where you stood, like a soft pressure against your chest. The smile he gave you was small, but it lingered longer than it should have, a quiet acknowledgment of something unspoken.

But you didn’t acknowledge it—not right away. Instead, you turned back to Tashi, adjusting the angle of the camera, trying to stay in the moment.

“Everything okay?” Tashi called out, leaning against the metal frame of her bike, pulling her helmet off. Her voice was playful, but there was a note of curiosity beneath it, like she could feel the shift in the air too.

“Yeah,” you muttered, forcing your focus back on her. “Just... taking a shot.”

She raised an eyebrow, but before she could tease you, she was back in motion. You clicked the shutter again, the camera capturing her effortless flow, but your mind was elsewhere. Or more precisely, on him.

You knew Tashi could sense it, too. She knew you better than anyone, after all. There was a tension in the air now, thick and palpable, something that neither of you could ignore. Everyone could see it—the way you and Art kept glancing at each other when you thought no one was watching, the way conversations seemed to stretch between you two, lingering with things unsaid. But neither of you was willing to break that unspoken boundary. Not yet.

It wasn’t like there was a clear moment that everything shifted. It was more like the tide slowly pulling at the shore, little by little, until you were both standing in a place where you couldn’t deny it anymore.

You were snapping a few more shots of Tashi when you felt that familiar presence. The subtle shift in the atmosphere. It was Art, crossing the park toward you with that lazy, effortless stride, like he didn’t have a care in the world. Except you both knew better. There was a quiet intensity that always followed him, an unspoken thing between you that neither of you seemed eager to disrupt.

But you both knew what was there. You knew the way he looked at you when he thought no one was watching, the way your pulse quickened when your eyes met his across the crowd. Neither of you was saying it out loud, but it was there—slowly building, like the tide rolling in, too soft to resist.

Tashi glided back over, cutting through the silence with her usual exuberance. “Okay, okay, now I want you to take a picture of me and Art together!” she said, flashing a grin at you.

The moment shattered, and you tried to hide your smile behind the camera. But you felt it—Art’s glance, lingering just a fraction of a second longer than normal, like he was holding onto something he didn’t quite know how to say.

Tashi noticed, of course. She was always the first one to notice when something shifted. “You know,” she murmured, nudging you, “I’m starting to think you two are the only ones who don’t see what’s going on.”

You rolled your eyes, though the warm flush on your cheeks gave you away. “Please,” you muttered. “We’re just friends.”

Tashi didn’t even try to hide the grin as she took her place in front of you. “Mmhmm. Just friends.”

Art, standing just off to the side, offered a quiet chuckle. But there was a softness in his gaze when it found yours. No teasing. Just that same quiet, undeniable connection.

The shoot went on, the shots flowing one after the other. But all you could focus on was the way Art’s presence never quite left your periphery, the way every glance, every quiet word, seemed to say so much more than you both wanted to admit.

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The night ended like most of your Saturdays: a kickback on the beach, surrounded by the familiar buzz of friends, tourists, and transplants. Red solo cups were scattered around like confetti—some with liquor, others with cheap beer, a few spiked lemonades. Somewhere in the mix, a joint was being passed around, its faint smoke drifting lazily into the night air.

You were curled up against Tashi, your head resting on her shoulder, the two of you passing a bottle of hard seltzer back and forth. The conversations around you faded into a pleasant hum, the guys off in the distance trying to start a bonfire that seemed doomed from the start, their loud banter drifting over the sand. The air was warm, the waves crashed softly in the distance and everything felt easy.

The sun had long dipped below the horizon, and now the only light came from the flickering remnants of the sunset and the scattered bonfire embers. You and Tashi drifted into one of those easy, low-stakes conversations, the kind where you talked about nothing and everything at once.

But then, as always, you found your eyes wandering. You scanned the beach for Art. It wasn’t conscious, it just happened—your gaze always seemed to gravitate toward him.

Tashi’s lips twitched into a knowing smile, and without missing a beat, she gently nudged her shoulder against your head, nudging you out of your quiet reverie.

"You should go sit with him," she said, her voice soft but insistent. It wasn’t teasing like it normally would’ve been—it was more like an invitation. A little nudge toward something she could see that you hadn’t quite admitted to yourself yet.

"I can't," you muttered, pulling the bottle of seltzer up to your lips, avoiding her eyes for just a second too long.

"Yes, you can," she replied, her voice so confident that you couldn’t help but meet her gaze.

You hesitated, caught between the pull of her words and the uncertainty creeping up from your chest. "What if—"

Tashi cut you off, lifting her chin and pointing toward Art, who was leaning against a nearby palm tree, looking out at the ocean, seemingly lost in thought but still aware of the group around him.

“Go,” she said simply, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

And in that moment, with the warmth of her encouragement surrounding you, you knew she was right. You could go. You should go.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself up from her shoulder, the sand shifting beneath you. The bottle of seltzer was still in your hand, but now it felt like an anchor you didn’t need anymore. The noise of the group around you faded as you started to move, your heart beating a little faster, a little louder, as you took that first step toward Art.

As you reached him, you stopped a little closer than you usually would, just within his reach, your eyes meeting his. He looked down at you, a flicker of surprise flashing through his gaze before he quickly masked it with that usual, easy smile of his.

"Hey," you said, the word feeling like it was the first one you’d said all night.

"Hey," Art answered back, his voice a little lower than usual, almost like he was aware of the space between you two in a way you hadn’t noticed before. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you said with a small shrug. "Just wanted to say hi."

"Hi." His gaze was soft, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

You smiled back, the air between you two thick with all the things neither of you had said yet. The tension was palpable, and for a moment, neither of you knew how to cut through it.

Before you could say anything else, Patrick’s voice rang out across the beach.

"Night swim!!"

He was grinning wide, his energy infectious, as he waved his arms dramatically. This was a common occurrence, and you and Art rolled your eyes simultaneously. Like clockwork, Patrick demanded everyone jump into any nearby body of water at almost every party or kickback.

And the group erupted into motion—laughter, whoops, and the sound of sandals slapping against the sand as everyone ran toward the water, shouting and teasing each other about who would jump in first.

You and Art found each other's gaze again, and he reached for your hand, fingers brushing against yours in that familiar, electric way that sent a jolt through your body. Without waiting for you to process, he gently tugged you toward the water, the sound of the waves now loud and inviting in the distance.

You grinned in agreement, your heart pounding in your chest. You weren't a stranger to the Patrick Zweig Night Swim, but you usually made your way into the water with Tashi. This was all new to you (but very welcome).

The two of you kicked up sand in your wake, laughing and picking up your pace, hands grasping each other tightly except to remove various articles of clothing. You tried not to stare at his toned chest and arms, the tan on his skin, the faint freckles across his shoulders.

You tugged your hoodie over your head, leaving you in your bikini just as you felt your toes hit the water.

The ocean stretched out in front of you, dark and welcoming. You hesitated for just a second, the water a cool, inviting unknown.

Art grinned, glancing at you quickly. "You good?"

"I guess so." You laughed.

With that, you both stepped into the surf, the water crashing around your feet as you waded deeper, the chill of the ocean wrapping around your ankles and calves. The night was filled with the sounds of your friends behind you, all of them laughing and splashing, but it was you and Art that seemed to drift away from the chaos, wading out further into the deeper water together.

As the water rose higher, up to your thighs, you turned to face him, feeling the cool waves tug at you both.

“You sure this is a good idea?” you teased, eyes meeting his, your voice light but the tension still there, coiled between you two. The quiet hum of the waves seemed to settle around you.

Art’s smile faltered just slightly, like he didn’t know how to answer, or maybe he didn’t need to. His eyes flickered down to where the water had soaked your top, redness creeping up his neck.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice suddenly quieter, more serious. “'S a good idea.”

There was something in the way he said it, a soft edge to his words that made your heart beat a little faster and your head buzz, like you were drunk (but not from the seltzer).

You stepped a little closer, the saltwater lapping at your knees, the light from the beach just far enough to make everything feel like a dream—beautiful and fleeting.

For a second, everything between you two hung in the air. Then, as if on instinct, Art took a half step closer, his breath warm against your cheek as he brushed a damp strand of hair from your face.

"Can I kiss you?"

And despite the cold water, your face grew impossibly warmer as you nodded.

And then, almost without warning, Art leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was as slow as the waves but as powerful as the pull of the ocean itself.

For that instant, everything faded—the noise from the beach, the cold of the water, the summer air, and all you could focus on was the warmth of his lips, the gentle pressure of his hands on your body, the way he seemed to breathe life into you with each movement. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t frantic. His hands couldn't seem to decide where they wanted to rest, slowly moving from your waist to the nape of your neck. You could feel his smile in the kiss, and he could feel yours. It was all teeth and noses and salt and sand and the occasional laugh and it was perfect.

The coolness of the water lapping at your skin was nothing compared to the heat running through you. Your heart raced, your breath short as you kissed him back, your hands finding their place on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

When you pulled back just enough to breathe, you both stayed close, foreheads touching, your hands still tangled together in the water. Art’s face was flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked at you with that same soft, almost shy expression.

"I really like you," he muttered, the words just slipping out, and his flustered grin made you laugh, a little breathless.

"Yeah?" you teased, your fingers still tangled with his. "I really like you too."

Art glanced away briefly, the blush deepening, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

For a moment, neither of you said anything more. Just standing there in the quiet of the night, with the water around you and the stars above. Yeah, it was your last summer here, but everything with Art made you realize how things weren't really ending at all.

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cartermagazine · 9 months ago

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Today In History

MC, Singer-songwriter, producer and actress Lauryn Noelle Hill was born in East Orange, New Jersey, on May 26, 1975.

Lauryn soared onto the music scene as part of the hip-hop trio The Fugees before launching her solo career with the Grammy-winning album ‘The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.’

She is regarded as one of music’s artistic geniuses. The Score (1996) featuring the hit single “Killing Me Softly,” which highlighted Hill’s bold and soulful vocals, the album sold 17 million copies, making the Fugees the highest-selling rap group of all time — and garnered two Grammy awards for best rap album and best R&B performance by a duo or group.

Hill’s first solo effort, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (1998), established her as a headline talent in her own right. The album, recorded in Jamaica, has sold more than 19 million copies worldwide since 2009 and earned the singer-songwriter five Grammys, three American Music Awards, a Billboard Award, a Soul Train Award and an MTV Music Award. It combined soul with hip hop and splashes of reggae, showing a musical lightness of touch that belied some of the deeper, personal issues the lyrics delved into.

“Care for me, care for me, I know you care for me… There for me, there for me, said you’d be there for me… Cry for me, cry for me, said you’d die for me… Give to me, give to me, why won’t you live for me…” Lauryn Hill, ‘Ex-Factor’

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ceexb · 2 years ago

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Hobie Head cannons of him in Jamaica

Summary: Hobies gf who left Jamaica when she was younger to London.(Hobie has a black Jamaican girlfriend that takes him to the islands.)

Word count: 1,080

Parings: Hobie and black reader.

Warnings:-minors dni

Afab reader

mentions of weed language,smut,bitting,fingering and kissing.

(I’m American born,so I’ll give my knowledge as best as I can. also it’s a stereotype that all Jamaicans smoke weed which obv isn’t true and just a generalization)

Reblog 😋😗 and like

Master list

-Upon learning that you plan to bring him to Jamaica to meet your family and explore the country, Hobie's excitement soared, and he eagerly asked about the departure date.

-Given that Hobies from the UK where there is a significant Jamaican population, Hobie has some familiarity with Jamaican culture.

-“so when we leaving baby” jumping up and down

-“next week” you say

-he’ll be rushing to his room to pack the most sluttiest outfits that accentuate his skinny waist.

- I don't think Hobie would even consider taking the plane to get there,because he has a boat that he can use to travel across the seas.

- However, you get seasick and your afraid of the ocean.So you would prefer to take the plane instead.

-you guys would spend like the first days of the trip in a villa and the second half visiting family and showing him around parishes in Jamaica.

-you would take him to like the country side

-not the touristy Kingston side where a lot of the up town and yt folks be at.

-I mean the country with Goats,modest homes and mango trees,Homes nestled on the hillsides of the mountains.

-like he deff would be one with nature behind your childhood home,easily bonding with your uncles like their old acquaintances.

-he’ll be listening to some reggae (maybe some cronix x 🤭🫡)

and smoking some good ganja and chopping sugar cane.

-You will approach him from the rear entrance, carrying the fruit that your mother had prepared for him and instructed you to bring.

-Although you intended to check on him, you observe him settling in comfortably and making himself feel at home.

-you walk up to an even more chill hobie,eyes low and red just in his swimming trunks .

-His shirt buttons loose revealing his abs with his lips sucking on some sugar cane.

-watching as the juice drips down his chin but him quickly catching it with his tongue making slurp noises.

-it’ll probably give you flash backs from previous nights when you were making out back of your legs hitting the bed and pushed to lay under him only later to be quivering in a puddle of your own mess and his head diving back between dem thighs as you grip and pull on his wicks.

“Fuck..hobie it feels soo good”

“Yeah I bet it does” and he lifts his head up to peer at you then down to leave bites on the skin of your inner thighs that will leave bruises for the next days of the trip….

(woooh 🫢😋 I’m going feral by the thought)

-Y’all know that little river raft trip that people go on in Jamaica ?

-yeahhh you guys would go on one of those but knowing hobie he wouldn’t let a random, massage and touch on your body.

-It's like the experience where individuals embark on a small raft crafted from bamboo, bound together with ropes, enjoying the serene atmosphere as you drift along a river. And During this journey,you receive massages and feel the soothing vibes.

-If you were to partake in such an adventure with Hobie, he wouldn't allow just anyone to massage and touch your body randomly.

-…”And they basically do like massages”

“🤨Touching on my girl? Ina bathing suit ??

yeahh nah I’ll do it”

(He’s possessive but In a non toxic attractive way)

-He’d take the lotion staring at the guy side eyeing him the whole time.

-As he kneels down and begins applying pressure with squeezing motions onto the various layers of your muscles.

-Then there's the guy, who awkwardly stands there staring 🧍🏿‍♂️🏞️

-Hobes, being the effortlessly cool type, possesses the ability to seamlessly blend in regardless of the country he finds himself in; he can easily adjust and adapt.

-hes more of a yardie than you,speaking better patois and shit.

-And Having a fluent convo with your family

-"How did you become so fluent in Patois, babe? I didn't even teach you. It's even better than mine."

-Given his personality, he would likely wear a cocky smirk, shrug casually, and lean back in the white party chair, with his hands behind his head.

"It's just a natural instinct. better start practicing," he would say, pointing jokingly to a "Patois for Dummies" book as you stomp away in response.

(Idk if that book exists but oh well🤷🏾‍♀️)

-yo, I could just imagine you guys in the personal pool of a villa getting nasty in the pool then kissing all the way to the bed,water dripping messing up the floor of the room and hobie falling needy on top of you,panting impatiently slipping your panties to the side to finger you.

-Then the next day acting like nothing happened.

- Once you bring him to your childhood home, both of you would be exhausted from a long day of driving from the villa,so you would go straight to sleep upon arrival.

- The next morning, you would wake up alone in a bed,putting on a robe, and making your way to the kitchen. In the kitchen around the corner,you would hear the faint sound of laughter and the voices of your mother and him.

- I have a strong feeling that your mother would adore him, especially when in the kitchen together.

- I have confidence in his cooking skills; I can already envision him preparing a bowl of peanut porridge.

-He’ll be like “I think they like me 😗”

-“Yeah a little bit too much” murmuring under your breath jealous

“huh what was that” he goes.

his hand on the shell of his ear hearing what you said just wanting you to repeat it. so he can rub it in.

-“Nothing. hmm”

Arms crossed stopping off again

-“Don’t be jealous love,cause your parents love me more…!”

Yelling as you walk away.

-then after days of exploring you guys being driven to the airport and his mom kissing him on both checks wishing him to come back to visit next time.

“Come back soon alright?”

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(I really hate this post ,but it’s been sitting in my drafts for far too long)

#black fanfic writer #hobie x black!reader #hobie headcanons #hobie smut

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My favourite Scottish singer, Jim Diamond was born on September 28th 1953 in Bridgeton, Glasgow.

Born to Sarah (nee Harper), a seamstress, and Lawrence, a firefighter, who would habitually get up to sing at parties, we all had a relative like this didn't we? Apart from his father, his earliest musical inspirations were soul music greats such as Ray Charles, Sam Cooke and Otis Redding. By the age of 14 he had joined his first band, The Method, and later he became lead singer of the Glasgow group Jade, touring the country playing club and college gigs. Then he embarked on a European tour with the band Gully Foyle (he had seen their advertisement for a lead singer in Glasgow’s Evening Times), which included some dates supporting Procol Harum.

His next stop was a quintet called Bandit, who were signed by Arista Records but they swept away by the emergence of punk rock. Bandit's one album was enough to prompt the NME’s reviewer, Tony Stewart, to comment that he was “an inspired and remarkable vocalist who projects himself well, displaying not only a passion for the music but a staggering range, which he uses fully”.

Bandit split up soon afterwards, but Diamond and Bandit’s guitarist, Danny McIntosh (now Kate Bush’s husband) went on to work with Alexis Korner. Word was spreading about Diamond and his powerfully expressive singing, and he was invited to fly to Los Angeles to form a band with the guitarist and David Bowie collaborator Earl Slick and the drummer Carmine Appice, who had been playing with Rod Stewart, but before the project could come to fruition, Diamond was in demand again, returning to England to form PhD and embarking on the series of hits that sealed his reputation.

Then Diamond contracted hepatitis, which prevented him from touring and prompted PhD to split. In 1984 he was back in action as a solo artist, triumphing with the No 1 heartbreaker I Should Have Known Better, often remembered for its soaring “I-I-I-I-I” chorus, which believe it or not, I pride myself on singing welle, The single, which was from his album Double Crossed , earned him a nomination for an Ivor Novello award.

Diamond’s career cooled after his intense burst of success in the early and mid-80s, although in 1985 Diamond went to No 1 again with the celebrity ensemble The Crowd on You’ll Never Walk Alone, a charity record for families of the victims of the Bradford City stadium fire. In 1986 his second solo album, Desire For Freedom, delivered the No 5 hit Hi Ho Silver, a song commissioned for Boon, starring Michael Elphick, and featuring yet another of Diamond’s catchy choruses, this time set to a briskly pumping reggae beat.

In 1993 he released the album Jim Diamond, which reached No 16 on the UK charts, and went on tour performing acoustic versions of his catalogue of songs. In the late 90s he teamed up with the saxophonist Chris “Snake” Davis, renowned for his studio work with M People, George Michael, Paul McCartney and many more, and they performed as The Blue Shoes. With the Hammond organist Paul Birchall, they also worked on Diamond’s 2005 album Souled and Healed. In 2009 PhD reunited to record a new album, Three.

In 2011 Diamond joined up with a group of Scottish musicians, including veterans from Wet Wet Wet and the Proclaimers, to record City of Soul, a collection of soul music cover versions to raise money for Cash for Kids.

Sadly on n 8 October 2015 Jim Diamond passed away as a result of a pulmonary edema – a build-up of fluid in his lungs. The family later said they were unaware he was unwell, his daughter Sara said “Dad was quite a private man, he didn’t court celebrity, and the only reason he did what he did was because he loved making music." adding “Dad’s song (I should have known better) went to Number one at the same time as Band Aid’s Do They Know It’s Christmas was released.

“He was over the moon, but told everyone to go and buy the charity single.” Sara added that the one thing her dad enjoyed using his fame for was to help others. She said: “Dad was always very aware of how lucky we had been as a family, in terms of health and wealth.

“He was very passionate about helping charities. He saw it as his duty to do what he could to give something back.”

RIP Jim Diamond, dubbed "Scotland's Ray Charles.

#scotland #scottish #glaswegian #singer songwriter #Youtube

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Bass, Beats, and Beyond: How Hardstyle and Dubstep Keep the Heart of EDM Pumping

Ever wonder why certain beats make your heart race, your feet move, and your soul soar? The secret lies in the powerful pulse of genres like hardstyle and dubstep. These two EDM giants have more in common than their commanding basslines; they share an electrifying spirit that transcends dance floors and unites fans worldwide. From the underground rave scenes of Europe to the massive festival stages, the energy of hardstyle DJs and the creativity of dubstep DJs continue to shape the very essence of electronic dance music. Let’s explore how these genres not only survive but thrive in the ever-evolving world of EDM.

Hardstyle: The Soundtrack of Pure Adrenaline:

Imagine standing at the front of a festival crowd, surrounded by thousands of people, as a hardstyle DJ unleashes a pounding kick drum that you feel deep in your chest. This is the essence of hardstyle—a genre built on raw energy and an unyielding tempo. Born in the Netherlands, hardstyle combines euphoric melodies with fierce, driving beats that keep the crowd moving until the break of dawn. The music's relentless pace is matched only by the passion of its fans, who are drawn to its unique blend of aggression and harmony.

Artists like Headhunterz, Noisecontrollers, and Wildstylez have taken hardstyle to new heights, creating anthems that resonate with both seasoned ravers and newcomers alike. At events like Defqon.1 and Qlimax, the connection between the hardstyle DJs and their audience is almost spiritual—an unspoken understanding that this is more than just music; it’s a shared experience, a communal high that transcends beats per minute.

Dubstep: A Sonic Exploration of Darkness and Light:

On the other side of the spectrum, dubstep has carved out its own path in the EDM landscape, offering a sound that is simultaneously gritty and sublime. Originating in the underground clubs of South London, dubstep was born from experimentation, blending elements of garage, reggae, and drum and bass. The result? A genre defined by deep bass drops, syncopated rhythms, and an otherworldly atmosphere.

Dubstep DJs like Skream, Benga, and Rusko were among the first to explore these dark, atmospheric soundscapes, but it was artists like Skrillex and Excision who brought the genre into the global spotlight. Their heavy, aggressive style—often referred to as “brostep”—took the genre to new levels, captivating mainstream audiences while still staying true to its underground roots.

The Festival Phenomenon: Where Hardstyle Meets Dubstep:

The true magic happens when these genres collide on the festival stage. Events like Tomorrowland, EDC, and Ultra Music Festival have become playgrounds for both hardstyle DJs and dubstep DJs, creating an eclectic blend of sounds that keeps the crowd guessing and the energy high. It’s not uncommon to see a crowd headbanging to the bone-rattling drops of dubstep one minute and then jumping to the euphoric kicks of hardstyle the next.

Festivals have become cultural melting pots where genres intersect, and fans discover new sounds and artists. The crossover appeal is part of what keeps the EDM scene so vibrant—when a hardstyle DJ brings out a dubstep remix, or a dubstep DJ drops a hardstyle track, it creates a fusion that is as surprising as it is satisfying.

The Future: Boundless Creativity and Collaboration:

The future of EDM belongs to those who dare to innovate, and both hardstyle and dubstep are fertile grounds for experimentation. As new subgenres emerge and artists continue to push the boundaries, the lines between hardstyle, dubstep, and other EDM styles will likely blur even further. Artists like 4D4M are leading this charge, incorporating elements from both genres and beyond, proving that the spirit of EDM is one of endless creativity and boundless potential.

Whether you’re drawn to the heart-pounding intensity of hardstyle or the deep, dynamic sounds of dubstep, one thing is certain: both genres are here to stay. Together, they form the beating heart of EDM, a force that’s as unpredictable as it is unstoppable. So next time you find yourself lost in the music, remember—these aren’t just sounds. They’re stories, experiences, and most importantly, they’re yours to explore.

#dj #4d4m #edm #hardstyle #dubstep

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An introduction to Jeff Buckley: "I would listen to anything: The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Joni Mitchell, Judy Garland, Robert Johnson, Thelonious Monk, Bartk, Mahler. And I asked a lot of questions".

By Neil Crossley published October 17, 2023

From his soaring, unbridled falsetto to his sonic artistry, Jeff Buckley defied conventions and left a catalogue of songs that is timeless and unique

On the night of 29 May, 1997, six weeks shy of his 31st birthday, Jeff Buckley waded fully clothed into a channel of the Mississippi River in Memphis. He was carefully watched from the bank by his roadie, who had warned him repeatedly about the perilous currents. The roadie looked away momentarily to remove a boombox from the water's edge and when he looked back, Buckley had disappeared. Six days later, on 4 June, Buckley's body was discovered floating near the city's famed Beale Street area, by a passenger on a riverboat called the American Queen.

In the days and weeks that followed, all manner of theories were put forward. Had Buckley ignored his roadie's warnings and been drunk or stoned when he went into the water? Had the intense pressure of producing a second album as sublime as his first simply been too much? The coroner concluded it was accidental drowning but the theories continued. Whatever the truth, it was a tragic end for an artist who clearly had a great deal left to give.

Jeffrey Scott Buckley was born in Orange County, California in 1966 and was the result of a short-lived relationship between cult folk singer-songwriter Tim Buckley and Mary Gulbert. From the age of four, Jeff was raised by Gulbert and his stepfather, Ron Moorhead.

"My mum would play piano and cello all the time and my stepdad had great musical taste," recalled Buckley. "I would listen to anything: The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Joni Mitchell, Judy Garland, Robert Johnson, Thelonious Monk, Bartk, Mahler. And I asked a lot of questions. Learning about music seemed effortless. I guess I must have had natural abilities. Looking back, it felt like instinct."

At five he picked up his grandmother's guitar and learnt to play it. By 13, he wrote his first song about a break-up with a girl. After graduating from high school, he studied at the Los Angeles Musicians' Institute and played in various rock and reggae bands, including a stint with dancehall reggae artist Shinehead. In 1990, he moved to New York and formed the band Gods And Monsters, a hip yet short-lived outfit.

Buckley began a solo career as a singer-songwriter, playing a borrowed Telecaster, in clubs and coffee houses in New York's East Village and building up a considerable following among audiences, critics and fellow musicians.

He was snapped up by Columbia Records and released the Live At Sin-é EP in November 1993. The EP was well received but the response was nothing compared to the rave reviews bestowed on his full-length debut album Grace, released in 1994. Unlike the EP, Buckley recorded the album with a full band, and collaborated on writing with guitarists Gary Lucas and Michael Tighe, which gave his sound fresh dynamics and textures.

It was a bold and stunning record, full of sweeping choruses and powerful arrangements. Buckley's brand of eclectic folk was distinctive and unique. As Stephen Thomas Erlewine wrote in a review for AllMusic, "Grace sounds like a Led Zeppelin album written by an ambitious folkie with a fondness for lounge jazz".

In 1998, a collection of unreleased recordings called Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk, was released posthumously. Two live albums appeared in 2000 and 2001, and other compilations and live albums were released.

As always when artists die young, speculation is rife about what might have been - the stellar works they may well have gone on to create. But in his short life, Jeff Buckley forged a collection of songs that enshrined him as an astonishingly innovative and unique talent.

1. Grace - Grace (1994)

There's an unbridled feel to this title track, which sets the tone for the album with its soaring vocals, intricate guitar patterns and strident, cathartic feel. At its heart, the song is a celebration of life and Buckley's vocals are emotive and intense as he conveys a sense of wonder for the beauty of the natural world. "There's the moon asking to stay / Long enough for the clouds to fly me away / Oh, it's my time coming / I'm not afraid / Afraid to die".

Vocally and instrumentally, it's reminiscent of Radiohead, which is no great surprise as Buckley was an inspiration for Thom Yorke. As Yorke's friend Dougie Payne of Travis told Far Out magazine: "When [Radiohead] were recording Fake Plastic Trees, they were having trouble with it, and they couldn't get it to work. So, they went out to see Jeff Buckley play on the tour when it was just him and his electric guitar."

The band were bowled over by Buckley's performance. "Radiohead went back to the studio and Thom completely changed the way that he was singing and used that falsetto. You can kind of see the comparisons now. And that says a lot for how inspiring the show was."

Much of the track's strength comes from the live performance in the studio. This is a band at the top of its game, honed by relentless touring and capable of taking the music to real heights. This tight unit includes the formidable talents of co-writer Gary Lucas [a guitarist from Captain Beefheart's band whose instrumental Rise Up To Be formed the basis for Grace], Danish-American bassist Mick Grondahl and drummer Matt Johnson. By the end of the track, Buckley is screaming out the high notes as the whole sonic bombast builds towards a resolution.

2. Lover You Should've Come Over - Grace (1994)

The pain and longing of unrequited love is the focus of this hauntingly beautiful ballad written with Gary Lucas, which is built around Buckley's intricate fingerpicking. There's a dreamy, melancholic feel to the track, which features a sublime string arrangement from Karl Hans Berger.

Buckley's performance here is raw and intimate and the song really showcases the emotive feel of his vocals. It has become one of his most enduring and beloved compositions.

"It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder / It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her / It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter / It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever."

The song runs to almost seven minutes, but it's so entrancing that you barely notice. Every syllable from Buckley sounds heartfelt and true. As ever, the chords and melodies veer to the unexpected. From the mournful organ in the intro through to the squalling jagged guitar and drum flams at the outro, this is perfection.

3. Last Goodbye - Grace (1994)

The second single from the album, after the title track, and a haunting ballad that became a belated hit in 1995. Here, Buckley mourns the death of a relationship and focuses on the pain of letting go. The chorus is soaring and anthemic, while tasteful piano and string parts add depth and texture to the song.

Even from his early solo coffee house gigs, Buckley chose to play an electric rather than an acoustic, a decision that added to his distinctively different style. Buckley mainly played a borrowed 1983 Fender Telecaster and a Rickenbacker 360/12, but also used several other guitars, including a black Gibson Les Paul Custom and a 1967 Guild F-50 acoustic. When on tour with his band, he used Fender amps for a clean sound and Mesa Boogie amps for overdriven tones.

4. Mojo Pin - Grace (1994)

Another song written with Gary Lucas (his instrumental is called And You Will) and dating back to the Live at Sin-é EP, the opening track from Grace and one that showcases his eclectic blend of folk, rock and soul.

High guitar note swells and harmonics enhance the beautifully haunting intro before Buckly's plaintive falsetto enters the mix. Sparse, fingerpicked guitar follows, forming a warm backdrop for the first few vocal lines: "I'm lying in my bed / The blanket is warm / This body will never be safe from harm / Still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal".

The lyrical premise of the song focuses on the 'mojo pin' in question being pulled from his heart, leaving him hurt and exposed. It's a restrained, tasteful arrangement, with smatterings of toms, bass and cyclical guitar picking. The whole ensemble continues to ebb and flow while Buckley's warm vocal falsetto glides and meanders across the whole.

5. Hallelujah - Grace (1994)

Written by Leonard Cohen and released on his 1984 album Various Positions, this track has been covered by artists such as John Cale, Rufus Wainwright, KD Laing, Myles Kennedy (with Jeff's Telecaster) and Regina Spektor. But it was Jeff Buckley's version that has really seared itself into the global consciousness.

It's a hauntingly beautiful cover, impeccably realised by Buckley. In his hands, the song attains a real fluidity, ebbing and flowing, quickening and slowing. Much of its power lies in its minimalism and sparsity. The only accompaniment is Buckley's guitar - his Telecaster - and this really enhances his breathtakingly emotive delivery.

His version has been perceived as sexual and Buckley once said it was "a hallelujah to the orgasm". But at its core the song is a soulful exploration of faith, love and what it means to be human. As April Johnson wrote in Singersroom.com in 2023, "Buckley's voice is both powerful and vulnerable, conveying a sense of longing and spiritual yearning that is both moving and inspirational."

Hallelujah is one of Buckley's most iconic and enduring tracks and has become a classic song in its own right. For many, it is the definitive version of Cohen's bitter lament about love and loss.

* "Chords are depictions of emotions" - 5 Joni Mitchell songs that showcase her guitar and songwriting genius

#jeff buckley #neil crossley #an introduction to jeff buckley #musicradar

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The White Blinds - PRESHEATECHA! - another organ trio I've just now heard of

Since their debut LP in 2018, The White Blinds have been steadily making a mark on the soul-jazz scene by consistently offering a unique style to the classic organ trio format. Building on that foundation, The White Blinds proudly announce their sophomore LP "PRESHEATECHA!" (pronounced pre-she-ate-cha), featuring ten original compositions stretching out even further to blend the familiar elements of soul-jazz with funk, Latin, and reggae undertones. From the body movin' and hip-shaking single "Cal High" to the Jackie Metoo-inspired "Struttin,'' rounded out with the Chester Thompson'esque organ-driven "Bay To L.A.," this LP showcases both strong songwriting and tasteful musicianship from start to finish. With the signature open drum tones of Michael Duffy to the gritty guitar stylings of Matt Hornbeck rounded out with the low-end and soaring melodic passages of organist Carey Frank, The White Blinds hold their own in the ever-evolving world of what it means to be an organ trio. "PRESHEATECHA!" is a step forward, pushing the limits of a group whose music can best be described as instrumental soul-jazz with a backdrop of Los Angeles flair. All songs written by Michael Duffy, Matt Hornbeck, and David M Celia.

#Bandcamp #The White Blinds #organ #hammond organ #organ trio #soul-jazz #soul #r&b #los angeles #2023 #f-spot records

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Various - Mr Bongo Record Club Vol. 6 (2023)

A1 Dora Morelenbaum - Japao A2 The New York Community Choir - I'll Keep My Light In My Window (12" Mix) A3 General Lee - Pleasure A4 The Drive - Africa Bossa

B1 Chiemi Eri - Okosa-Bushi B2 Manny Corchado & His Orchestra - Pow Wow B3 Sven Wunder - Easy Going B4 Dina Ögon - Bakom Glaset B5 Vee Gees - Talkin B6 Mave & Dave - Do You Really Want My Love

C1 Hazel Scott & The Braza Brasil - Ye Me Le C2 Inês Soares - Um Amor Para Toda A Vida C3 Hareton Salvanini - Estrada C4 Copa 7 - Copa Sete No Samba C5 Mirna - A Volta C6 Dina Ögon - Tombola 94

D1 Unknown Artist - I Do You Love D2 Ash Soul, Inc. - I Do Love You D3 Ponderosa Twins Plus One - Bound D4 Matty - Blood D5 Shira Small - Eternal Life

Genre: Jazz, Reggae, Latin, Funk / Soul, Folk, World, & Country Style: Afrobeat, Batucada, Soul, Jazz-Funk, Funk, Disco

#vinyl #jazz #reggae #latin #funk / soul #folk world & country

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𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 Review by Phil Wood

There are many definitions of a good day out, but one must surely be the experience of turning up to something which, on the face of it, seems incongruent and yet – after only a few minutes – feels entirely natural, like slipping on a well-loved shoe.

I needn’t have worried. Mandeep Samra and her Let's Go Yorkshire team already have a track record of doing surprising things in unexpected places, and this #TOWNSOUNDS Street Party took that tradition to a new level. Huddersfield Open Market was taken over and transformed into a music venue, art gallery, food and drinks hall and gigantic bass bin for a deep, rumbling dub reggae party.

Whilst there needn’t be any excuse for throwing a good party, the pretext here was the annual national celebration of Heritage Open Days. Mandeep has already demonstrated in Sound System Culture, Celebrating Huddersfield's Sound Systems - her 2014 book collaboration with Paul Huxtable - that the town has heritage here to rival anywhere outside Jamaica. Whilst the soaring iron trusses and elaborate foliate capitals of the Grade II* listed 1888 market, exude Victorian Huddersfield at the height of its powers.

But what might have seemed a jarring juxtaposition quickly found a close, almost organic harmony. This Victorian functional structure and dub reggae both, in their own ways, have drawn on the latest technologies and materials of their day to produce something timeless and natural. They have taken established forms, stripped them backed to their basics and reassembled them in ways which resonate across the ages and speak to us now in profound and emotional ways. There is nothing inherently organic about a cast iron pillar, a valve amplifier or a stack of elegantly carpentered woofers and tweeters, but in combination they exuded a warmth that drew people in.

And then there’s the music itself: conscious but easy-swaying, reviving mental and muscle memories and – in recognition of the heritage theme – taking us through the progression of ska, rocksteady, reggae, roots and dancehall of the last 60 years. Zion Inna-Vision Sound System furnished the equipment, Marshall D Luvjah Harriott, Positive and Dee Bo General selected the vinyl and Ras Sis Highness MC’ed.

And the crowd were part of the spectacle too. There were sistren and bredren of the Rastafarian community, ex rudeboys, suedeheads, lovers rockers and punks – born again for one night only, alongside freshly arrived international students checking out what their new home town had to offer. And the timing of the event – from 4.00 until 7.00 – encouraged families of all ages to attend, from toddlers to seniors, although I’m sure many would have loved it to have gone on much longer into the night.

Curry goat, plantain, jerk chicken, rice ‘n’ pea served up by OliveMae's Kitchen alongside Danya’s Vegan Kitchen (vegan Jamaican food) plus rum punch from Arcade Beers pop-up bar also considerably enhanced the good vibes of this lovely afternoon.

Being a market with fixed stalls, there was limited but adequate space for the dancers to do their thing, but the organisers made a virtue of the commercial infrastructure too. There were interesting specialist goods on sale, but also a creative flair which transformed many of the stalls into a pop-up art gallery. Let’s Go Yorkshire’s principal activity this year has been the creation of a heart-warming and historically important exhibition, charting the story of Huddersfield’s most important music scenes and genres, through the voices and imagery of their leading protagonists. It was great to see people who might not have encountered the #TOWNSOUNDS exhibition when it was on show in Huddersfield Art Gallery, checking out the photographs. I saw several folks walking past, idly scanning them from a distance, and then drawn into one where they might have seen a 40-year-old image of a friend or even themselves.

I was pleased with the flexibility of the space and multiple uses to which it could be put. It’s openness and permeability worked a treat too. One minute you could be in the throng, close enough to the speaker stack to feel one’s rib cage vibrate. But, on seeing an old friend for the first time in years, you could slip out to the edge or onto pedestrianised Byram Street for an intimate catch-up.

All-in-all, a match between venue, usage and message that seemed made in heaven and left one with the question why no-one had thought of doing this before.

Of course, when two mighty juggernauts as a sound system and cast-iron market come clashing together, there are always likely to be unforeseen consequences. So, when Zion Inna Vision were sound-checking and cranked up the volume, the iron framework began to vibrate so much that decades of dust and desiccated pigeon poo came showering down on the ground. Hopefully market officials will consider this a small price to pay for such a successful event, and that Huddersfield Open Market will be open to more of its ilk in the future.

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Rihanna's Net Worth: A Closer Look at Her Impressive Wealth

Rihanna, the Barbadian-born singer, songwriter, actress, and entrepreneur, has taken the world by storm with her mesmerizing voice, captivating performances, and impeccable sense of style. From her early days as a music sensation to her foray into other creative ventures, Rihanna's talent and business acumen have propelled her to remarkable success and an impressive net worth that continues to soar.

Born on February 20, 1988, in Saint Michael, Barbados, Robyn Rihanna Fenty burst onto the music scene in the mid-2000s with her debut single, "Pon de Replay." Her distinct voice, combined with her undeniable stage presence and striking beauty, quickly earned her a dedicated fan base. Rihanna's subsequent albums, such as "Good Girl Gone Bad" and "Rated R," showcased her evolving musical style and cemented her status as a global superstar.

Rihanna's net worth

Rihanna's net worth is estimated to be around $600 million. However, it's important to note that net worth figures can fluctuate over time due to various factors such as investments, business ventures, and other financial endeavors.

Rihanna, whose full name is Robyn Rihanna Fenty, is a multi-talented artist who has achieved great success in the music industry. She first gained recognition with her debut single "Pon de Replay" in 2005 and went on to release a string of chart-topping hits, including "Umbrella," "Diamonds," and "Work." Her distinct voice, versatile musical style, and captivating performances have garnered her a massive global fan base.

In addition to her music career, Rihanna has expanded her empire with various business ventures. She launched her own cosmetics brand, Fenty Beauty, in 2017, which quickly gained widespread acclaim for its inclusive range of products. The success of Fenty Beauty, along with her other entrepreneurial endeavors like her lingerie brand Savage X Fenty and fashion collaboration with luxury brand LVMH, have contributed significantly to her net worth.

Rihanna's influence extends beyond the music and beauty industries. She is recognized for her fashion-forward style and has been a trendsetter, often making bold fashion statements on red carpets and at events. She has also made ventures into acting, appearing in films like "Battleship" and "Ocean's 8."

Furthermore, Rihanna is known for her philanthropy and activism. She has used her platform to advocate for various causes, including education, health, and humanitarian efforts. Her charitable work and dedication to making a positive impact on society have earned her respect and admiration.

Learn more about Rihanna's music career

Rihanna, born Robyn Rihanna Fenty on February 20, 1988, in Barbados, is a globally renowned singer, songwriter, actress, and entrepreneur. She burst onto the music scene in the mid-2000s and has since become one of the most successful and influential artists of her generation. Here's an overview of Rihanna's remarkable music career:

Early Beginnings and Breakthrough: Rihanna was discovered by music producer Evan Rogers while she was still a teenager. In 2005, she signed a record deal with Def Jam Recordings and released her debut single "Pon de Replay," which became a chart-topping hit. Her debut album, "Music of the Sun" (2005), showcased her distinctive blend of R&B, reggae, and pop sounds.

International Success with "Good Girl Gone Bad": In 2007, Rihanna released her third studio album, "Good Girl Gone Bad," which marked a significant turning point in her career. The album's lead single, "Umbrella," featuring Jay-Z, became a worldwide sensation and topped charts globally. The album spawned several other hit singles, including "Don't Stop the Music" and "Disturbia," solidifying Rihanna's status as a pop superstar.

Evolution and Genre Experimentation: Rihanna's music has continually evolved throughout her career, showcasing her versatility as an artist. She has explored different genres such as pop, R&B, dancehall, EDM, reggae, and hip-hop, often pushing boundaries and experimenting with new sounds. Albums like "Rated R" (2009), "Loud" (2010), and "Anti" (2016) exemplify her artistic growth and willingness to explore different musical territories.

Chart-Topping Hits and Record-Breaking Achievements: Rihanna's discography boasts an impressive number of chart-topping singles and albums. She has achieved multiple Billboard Hot 100 number-one hits, including "Rude Boy," "Only Girl (In the World)," "We Found Love," "Diamonds," and "Work." She holds numerous records, including being the first female artist to surpass two billion streams on Apple Music.

Collaborations and Notable Features: Rihanna has collaborated with various artists across different genres, further expanding her musical reach. She has teamed up with acclaimed musicians such as Eminem, Drake, Calvin Harris, Jay-Z, and Kanye West, creating chart-topping hits and memorable collaborations.

Critical Acclaim and Awards: Rihanna's immense talent has been recognized with numerous awards and accolades. She has won multiple Grammy Awards, including Best Rap/Sung Collaboration for "Umbrella" and Best Urban Contemporary Album for "Unapologetic." She has also received honors such as the Billboard Music Awards, American Music Awards, and MTV Video Music Awards.

Beyond Music: In addition to her music career, Rihanna has ventured into other areas, including acting and entrepreneurship. She has appeared in films like "Battleship" (2012) and "Ocean's 8" (2018). Furthermore, she has launched successful business ventures, including her cosmetics brand Fenty Beauty and fashion label Fenty, which have received widespread acclaim for their inclusivity and diverse representation.

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doritopaw101 · 10 months ago

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The xenofictions projects in question that I have in my brain

My wolf xenofiction: wip title Rising Moxie

Lion xenofiction: based on my lions from lioden. Wip title: Bursting Prowl

Bird xenofiction: birds from Jamaica. Wip title Soaring Reggae

Plus a smaller idea of kangaroos but that’s up in the air

I do wanna bring some magic stuff in the wolf and lion ones too.

Ask me questions about em if ya want

#xenofiction #jasper speaks #jasper’s projects

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musicarenagh · 3 days ago

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The Soundtrack of a Life: Exploring 'Ces Années-Là' Jaime’s Tone, the Paris-based songwriter and arranger known professionally as Jacques M., has taken a bold and deeply personal turn with his latest album, Ces années-là. After four English-language releases, he returns to his native French, crafting an intimate and evocative sonic memoir that feels like a journey through time and memory. Renowned for blending genres such as pop, rock, hard rock, and progressive rock, Jaime’s Tone elevates his artistry by weaving his own life story into this concept-driven project. Each track on Ces années-là represents a distinct chapter of life, from the struggles of youth to the uncertainties of what lies ahead. The album opens with "Les années difficiles," a haunting yet powerful piece that sets the tone. Somber chords give way to a dramatic crescendo, reflecting both hardship and resilience. Jaime’s raw, emotive vocals guide listeners through an introspective exploration of adversity, drawing them into the narrative from the very first note. "Les jeunes années" shifts the mood, bursting with the carefree energy of youth. Here, electrifying rock riffs meet subtle electronic elements, creating a dynamic and immersive experience. Jaime’s precise guitar work and rhythmic intricacies evoke nostalgia while keeping the sound fresh and modern, reminding us of simpler times. [caption id="attachment_58953" align="alignnone" width="1334"] Jaime’s precise guitar work and rhythmic intricacies evoke nostalgia while keeping the sound fresh and modern, reminding us of simpler times.[/caption] One of the standout tracks, "Les années folles," celebrates the reckless abandon of young adulthood. With its infectious rhythm and whimsical instrumentation, the song blends chaos and exhilaration seamlessly. Jaime’s vocal acrobatics and genre-fluid approach make this a highlight, encapsulating the album's diverse influences in one unforgettable moment. A serene interlude comes with "Les années heureuses," where happiness and contentment are explored through delicate piano melodies and lush string arrangements. This track offers a moment of calm reflection, capturing the fleeting yet profound nature of joy—a much-needed respite amidst the album's emotional highs and lows. The lead single, "Les années oubliées," introduces a reggae-infused groove that adds a refreshing contrast to the predominantly rock-centric sound. Its evolving structure keeps listeners engaged, while its melancholic undertone reflects themes of lost time and forgotten memories. Jaime’s willingness to experiment with unexpected genres highlights his fearless musical exploration. The album closes with "Les années futures," a track that embraces both hope and uncertainty. Expansive instrumentation and soaring melodies create a sense of open-ended possibilities, leaving listeners with a feeling of anticipation for what’s to come. Jaime’s voice, filled with conviction, reinforces the album’s overarching themes of growth and self-discovery. Ces années-là marks a significant evolution in Jaime’s Tone’s career. By returning to his roots—both linguistically and thematically—he has created an album that is as musically adventurous as it is emotionally resonant. His seamless blend of rock, pop, and subtle electronic influences results in a collection that feels both innovative and heartfelt. For anyone seeking an album that intertwines personal storytelling with rich sonic textures, Ces années-là is not just a listen—it’s an experience. Listen to Ces années-là below https://open.spotify.com/album/4oOCH4BLwf8DwDd9vAVer8?si=dgqxk0gkShKoda0GmjwnZQ Follow Jaime's Tone on Facebook Twitter Spotify Soundcloud Youtube Instagram Tiktok

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cartermagazine · 2 years ago

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Today In History

MC, Singer-songwriter, producer and actress Lauryn Noelle Hill was born in East Orange, New Jersey, on May 26, 1975.

Lauryn soared onto the music scene as part of the hip-hop trio The Fugees before launching her solo career with the Grammy-winning album ‘The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.’

“It's funny how money change a situation… Miscommunication leads to complication… My emancipation don't fit your equation… I was on the humble, you - on every station… Some wan' play young Lauryn like she dumb… But remember not a game new under the sun… Everything you did has already been done… I know all the tricks from Bricks to Kingston… My ting done made your kingdom wan' run… Now understand L. Boogie's non violent… But if a thing test me, run for mi gun… Can't take a threat to mi newborn son… L's been this way since creation… A groupie call, you fall from temptation… Now you wanna ball over separation… Tarnish my image in your conversation… Who you gon' scrimmage, like you the champion… You might win some but you just lost one.” Lauryn Hill, ‘Lost Ones’

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existentialmagazine · 1 month ago

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Existential Magazine’s January Music Roundup

With the month coming to a close, we’re sharing just a handful of our favourite new releases we’ve discovered this December! Sit back, put on our New Music Friday playlist and spend a few minutes enjoying fresh new tunes hand-picked by us.

JILIAAN - Love Like a Movie

The singer-songwriter and pianist JILIAAN has found her own stunning musical niche, dancing through soundscapes that are tender and yet brilliantly catchy all in one, blending pop with more classical sounds that are sure to appeal to a wide-spanning audience. With her newest single ‘Love Like a Movie’, this sensation is felt to the utmost degree, haunting listeners with a pop ballad that devastatingly explores moving forwards from a heartbreaking loss. From pressing play, her bright but aching piano keys are there to set the tone, incredibly intimate and raw without a barrage of instrumental layers to hide her emotions behind. Instead, these delicate notes rise and fall while JILIAAN’s ethereal vocals take the lead, heavenly gliding through a higher range that’s filled with the sincerest of emotion. As the chorus rises into a moment that embodies the beginnings of acceptance in processing this harsh shift in reality, JILIAAN matches the energy with gorgeous melancholic strings, drawing out notes that softly back the sound into something anyone could feel in their soul. Everything about it is real, leaving lingering emotion at the forefront of every note while her storytelling grasps at you to be heard: ‘if I say goodbye, would that be the end of you and I?’ With such a clear importance on this relationship and a heart-wrenching pain to let it go, JILIAAN’s words ring strongly, admitting ‘I don’t know how I’d survive.’ If you’ve ever struggled to move forwards from that person you never thought you’d see life without, you’re likely to find ‘Love Like a Movie’ is the perfect song to grieve that loss to.

Ramellos - Heedless Hearts

The Newcastle-based alternative rockers Ramellos may have just stepped onto the music scene, but their sound displays a care and understanding far beyond that, sure to resonate with anyone searching for a sound that’s a little different from the norm. Through a string of live shows and plenty of time carefully putting together a debut single that’s sure to resonate, Ramellos are finally ready to be known by the masses. With ‘Heedless Hearts’ sure to grab you from pressing play, it’s hard not to linger on the gentle electric guitar riff and softened, slightly hushed vocals behind it, a moment that feels like peering through a keyhole into someone’s own private moment. Slowly rising with rising drums and bass twangs, everything about it feels completely fluid, a development that’s keeping you on your toes at all times. The chorus is stripped-back but heavenly to match, filled with drawn-out guitar strums, shifting drum patters and vocals that are unafraid to lead, hoarsely soaring with a delivery filled with emotion. Pressing forwards, the energy quickly shifts, a performance that’s now suddenly quick-moving and fleshed out with layers of constant guitar, backing vocals, a bright riff and leading vocals to top it all of. By battling between a fuzzy, angsty undertone and a front of intricacy and depth, Ramellos ensure their meaning transcends words alone, capturing a slither of their story through this sound too. Be sure to keep listening for yourself, it’s hard not to be impressed with a debut this spectacular.

Nyki Lindsay King - Running Out Of Time

Hailing from Montreal, Canada, the upcoming musician Nyki Lindsay King has found his own unique modern take inspired by greats like icons like Eddie Vedder, Kurt Cobain, and Chester Bennington. Through a fusion of rock with funk, soul, R&B, and reggae, his music shines as deeply emotive and always eager to stand out. Now sharing his newest offering ‘Running out of Time’, Nyki takes on one of the most raw topics he’s tackled yet, exploring the harsh realities of our slowly dying world. Pushing listeners to take action themselves before it’s too late, this reflection on the world’s dwindling resources, global warming and growing struggles urges everyone to make a difference where they can: ‘I’m running out of time and I’m trying to save a life.’ The sound is just as urgent, dominating with gritty electric guitar strums, furious drums and blaring bass for a high-energy introduction. Simmering into the verse with cymbal taps and steady beats, looming guitar strums and hoarse leading vocals, the emotion of it all is impossible to ignore, with every heartfelt world thrust front and centre. The chorus returns back to the beginning’s frantic nature though, an explosion of guitar riffs, frenzied drums, powering vocals and an adrenaline-pumping atmosphere. Between these two states of intimacy and imperativeness, listeners are guaranteed to feel the narrative’s weight while still head-banging along to an anthem that’s all too catchy. Its old-school rock styling blended with modern influence also makes it all the more epic, standing out amongst other songs of its kind.

Say Less - Not Feeling This

After a 12 month hiatus, the alternative rockers Say Less are back with a sound that tops everything they’ve done before. Upping their songwriting, production and channeling a new sound, they’re ready to take on 2025 and show that they’re better than ever. Through a modern take on the 2000s pop-punk sound, their new single ‘Not Feeling This’ jumps in headfirst with a blaring electric guitar riff, storming drums and rich bass, full sending it in every way. The vocals are the perfect match for the raw sound, leading with such a natural spoken-sung whine and chant-along lines you’ll be picking up easily on a first listen. Exploring a story of getting caught up with the wrong girl, ignoring the warnings and ending up alone, there’s a lot of playfulness mixed in with heartache too. The group have even paid homage to Blink-182’s iconic melody before the song’s final chorus, capturing a classic slice of the genre with something refreshing too. For fans of the genre, Say Less have definitely solidified themselves as a group worth keeping an eye on moving forwards.

Wavey Days - I’m Losing It, Honey

Based out of Leeds, the upcoming musical prodigy Wavey Days has been taking over since early 2023, founded as a solo project by the man behind the music - Charlie. With a past in producing, performing as a live DJ and working as an instrumentalist, his talent already knew no bounds, but it was finally time to take it one step further. Discovering his own addictive slice of indie-pop transcendence, Wavey Days quickly carved a niche that you can’t help but love on first listen. With six singles to his name, his newest ‘I'm Losing It, Honey’ is sure to slot perfectly into the discography as something new and unskippable. Through peppy bounding bass twangs, tapped drums and dreamily echoed electric guitar strings, the sound is one that’s filled with ease and warmth from the get-go, an experience that can’t help but transport you to sunnier days. Charlie’s vocals are charismatic to lead, a delivery that’ll have you singing along well before you’ve even learned the words yet. The lyrics are an utter contrast to it all, seemingly displaying someone struggling to get out of a dark time: ‘I’m sinking in the water… gotta let it pass over me.’ As the chorus rises into gorgeous acoustic strums, drum beats, backing vocal murmurs and moodier bass, this new anthem is sure to be your song of the summer - or at least, preparing you for those brighter days as we slowly emerge out of winter’s claws.

Give a listen to these songs and more in our New Music Friday playlist this week, or see our Roundup Recap playlist for every song previously featured in one of our monthly roundups that you might have missed!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

// Some of this coverage was supported and created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

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