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galadrieljones · 4 years ago

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As You Were (Chapter 5)

Fandom: The Last of Us | Pairing: Joel x OC | Content: Fix-it | Rating: Mature

Masterpost

When Joel and Ellie take a wrong turn on their journey from Pittsburgh to Wyoming, they find themselves lost in, what feels like a time warp: a beautiful place with a dark and dangerous secret. While there, they meet Cici and Noah, a mother and son fighting tirelessly for survival, and who have recently endured a terrible tragedy on their family farm. Amidst their joint desire to find hope for the future, the two groups decide set out west together, changing the course of the story (as we know it), and the very course of their lives.

This is an AU, starting after the events of the Summer chapter in the first game, and extending into the timeline of the second game. Joel lives.

Chapter 5: Living Room Jam Session

"There are a million ways we should have died before today, and a million ways we can die before tomorrow. But we fight, for every second we get to spend with each other. Whether it's two minutes, or two days, we don't give that up. I don't wanna give that up."

That night, Cici went out to the circuit breaker next to the shed, and she switched on the electric fence. It worked after all.

“It’ll use up a lot of fuel,” she said to Joel. “But we can’t risk it.”

The farm was peaceful. Almost like nothing had ever happened. A couple cows had escaped, earlier that day. Joel had offered to help wrangle them, but Noah said don’t bother. “We can’t feed them anyway." He shrugged. He slaughtered a cow in the early evening. He showed Joel how to clean and butcher the meat, and how to salt and cure it for longer term use. They had steaks for dinner that night, prepared this time with a few potatoes, seasoned with dill from the garden, which was picked almost clean.

Joel was beginning to gather that their time on that farm was coming to a rapid conclusion. They couldn’t stay there, not much longer. If there were spores in the tributaries, that meant they could get into the water table, too. Cici and Noah knew this. They had been making four hour drives to the Fox River in Fon du Lac for several months now, bringing back water sourced from Green Bay. They said this was how they were able to trade for their fuel for the generators, from the Amish on the other side of the hill—making long drives to clean water. Even with the rain, they could no longer water their crops or sustain their livestock, and the Infected were becoming more of a threat every day. They had a lot of reserves, but it was only a matter of time before they ran out of food, or worse. Like Cici had said, him and Ellie showing up like they had, it was almost happenstance.

“I can get you your fuel tomorrow,” said Cici. They were still outside, leaning against a tree, looking at the circuit breaker. “You made good on your bargain. Thank you, Joel.”

Joel had got a big old cut on his forehead from the events down at the trench. She had patched it up for him with alcohol and gauze. Hadn’t made a fuss, just did it. “Cici, I know we ain’t known each other that long, but I ain’t leaving you and Noah here to deal with this all by yourselves.”

“You don’t owe us anything.”

“I know that,” said Joel. “And trust me, I been wrestling with it myself. But it don’t change anything.”

Cici straightened up off the tree and looked around. Her hair was down now, kind of tangly and windswept. Noah and Ellie were inside the house. “Noah said he told you about LaCrosse.”

Joel looked down at the grass as if to count the moonlit blades. “He didn’t go into a lot of detail,” he said. “But yes, he gave me the gist. Said your husband, he died in a fire. I’m sorry, Cici. I truly am.”

She just shrugged her shoulders. “We never got to find out, what’s been going on,” she said, blinking back tears. “We couldn’t stay, after it happened, and then we couldn’t go back.”

“Noah wants me to come with him,” said Joel. “Back. To LaCrosse. He asked me after dinner.”

“There’s no point,” she said. “There’s nothing we can do. Even if you find the source of the problem, the farm is too far gone to save.”

“I think it’s more about closure,” said Joel. “He didn’t say as much, but I get it. I told him I’d go. I hope I ain’t crossing any lines in doing so.”

She closed her eyes.

“Me and him are gonna head up tomorrow,” he went on. “I figure, the sooner the better. Shouldn’t take more than a couple days. I was gonna ask if you wanted to come with us, or if you'd be okay staying here, with Ellie. I don’t want to take her, because she’s just a kid, and she’s been through enough, and I don’t know what the hell we’re getting into up there, but I won’t leave her here alone.”

“It’s okay,” said Cici. She didn’t even try to argue. “I’ll stay. I don’t—I can’t go back there anyway.”

“Do y’all have anywhere to go?” said Joel. “I mean, aside from this farm? Noah mentioned family down in Moline. The I-80 runs right through there. I don’t know what we’ll find, but we could take you.”

Cici shook her head slowly, staring at the earth. “My sister-in-law was trying to get back there like six months ago. She said she’d come back for us, if it was all clear, but we never heard from her again.”

“I heard about some turf wars going on in the Quad Cities,” said Joel. “Just warning you. It was the kind of place too small for a QZ, but it was too big and too isolated to try and save. The military all but abandoned it. Now that was years ago. Things could have changed. Either way, it’s right on the Mississippi, so if your little problem extends into Illinois and Iowa, it probably ain’t gonna be pretty. But we can try.”

She took a deep breath, and she opened and closed her fists a couple times. She had little bones. She was small, but she wasn’t a weakling. “I wanna think about it.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s go inside,” she said, pulling herself together. She had this way of tucking her hair behind her ears. It was like hitting a reset button or something. Truth be told, he was a little confounded by Cici. Not in a bad way. He just found it very hard to predict her, despite her seeming steadfastness, as a woman. “Ellie and Noah are into the vinyls," she went on. "Who knows what they’ve got playing in there.”

“You guys got a ton of records,” said Joel as they headed back to the porch in the moonlit grass. “What is it with that? You just collectors or something?”

“My husband was,” she said. “William. He used to say that if the apocalypse ever came, at least we’d still be able to listen to music.”

“Well, he was right,” said Joel.

The seemed to comfort her. He saw her almost smile, out the corner of his eye.

“What’s this band called again?” said Ellie. She was sitting on her knees on the floor, in the middle of a big old pile of records. Noah was on the floor nearby, sifting through the pile one-by-one. It had been a long time since he’d really taken inventory, since before his dad died.

He picked up the vinyl, examined it front and back. “The Wallflowers.”

“The Wallflowers?” said Ellie. “Weird name, but I like it.”

“Do you know what a wallflower is?”

“Uh,” said Ellie, “like a flower that…grows out of the wall?”

Noah was amused. “It’s a metaphor. It’s like, somebody who stands on the sidelines. They don’t really get in on the action.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” said Ellie.

“The singer for this band is Bob Dylan’s son.”

“Neat,” said Ellie. “Who’s Bob Dylan again?”

Noah started going through a stack on his left, where he kept the sixties stuff. “This guy,” he said.

“Ah,” said Ellie. “The Blowing in the Wind guy. Very cool.”

“Did you guys ever listen to music in the QZ?”

“Yeah,” said Ellie, “but we didn’t have records. And everything I wanted, I had to steal or trade for with my ration cards. It was like, music or food sometimes. I had a walkman though, so I would just listen to tapes.”

“Do you still have it?”

“No,” said Ellie. “It broke like a thousand miles ago.”

“Bummer,” said Noah.

“Pretty much.”

They listened to the song. It was called “Josephine.” I know you’ve been sad. I know I’ve been bad. But if you’d let me, I’d make you ribbons from a paper bag.

“What do you think this song is about?” said Ellie.

Noah thought about it, looking up at the ceiling. “I think it’s like, the end of a relationship,” he said. “The guy messed up, but he doesn’t feel like he’s good enough for Josephine anyway. He’s apologizing, and he knows he can’t get her back, but he still loves her. That’s what I get from it, but it sounds dumb as hell when I say it out loud.”

Ellie examined the sleeve. It was just a whole bunch of yellow stars on a black background. “It’s not dumb,” she said. “It’s just really sad. Why doesn’t he think he’s good enough?”

“I don’t know,” said Noah. “Why does anyone think anything?”

Ellie thought this was kind of funny. “Good point.”

“Let’s try this one,” said Noah.

He took the Wallflowers record off the platter, put a new record on.

“What’s this?” said Ellie. “Lightning Bolt. Pearl Jam? I think I’ve actually heard of these guys.”

“This one’s got a story behind it. You want to hear?”

Ellie straightened right up. “Hell yeah.”

“Okay,” said Noah, looking down at the sleeve. It was like this big, red eye, full of white lightning bolt decals. “So apparently like, this album was supposed to be released a few weeks after the day the outbreak officially hit in 2013. It got pushed back like everything else, and then the stores all closed and it just like, never happened. My dad had really been looking forward to it, so like six weeks after shit went dark, him and some guys went to a Best Buy up in Madison and looted all these unreleased vinyls from the warehouse.”

“Holy shit,” said Ellie. “That’s fucking awesome.”

“I know. He said he had to get by military guys and everything.”

“Dude, your dad was a total badass,” said Ellie. “You should be proud.”

At first Noah got quiet. Ellie hadn’t thought anything of it. She’d never had a dad, or a mom, or anyone to be proud of like that. She just thought it was so unbelievably rad that he had a story like this to tell other people, about his dad. Eventually, Noah smiled. She smiled along with him. He said, “There’s one song on here I like a lot.”

“Play it,” she said. “As long as it’s not about people breaking up. Because that shit sucks.”

“It’s not,” said Noah.

He set down the needle, and together, they listened.

The song was slow and beautiful, thought Ellie, but it grew. Piano—crisp and clean and rushing as the river—gave way to a man’s voice and the guitar, big as a boat. She sat without talking. She tucked her hands in her lap and looked down at her wrists. She closed her eyes and tried hard to let the music overwhelm her. It was hard for Ellie to let things overwhelm her. She wore heavy armor. She would make a joke. She would roll her eyes.

But this was different than the other song, thought Ellie. It was sad, maybe sentimental, but it was a good kind of sentimental. All the missing crooked hearts, they may die, but in us they live on. I believe. I believe 'cause I can see. Our future days. Days of you and me. It was strong, and it seemed to be about trying. Like, trying to be better, through the eyes of someone else. Loving, and being loved, even when it’s hard. You have to try. It put her back in time, almost to another universe, but she hammered it away. She liked this song much better than the last song. She wished to live inside the music.

When it ended, she looked at Noah, who was looking at the ceiling again, leaning back on his hands and listening, with intent. The song had filled the house with a purifying energy and brought it down, made it simple. The bad things that had happened that day, they were clean.

“That one was awesome,” said Ellie.

“Are you okay?” said Noah. He seemed like he was half-joking, but sort of earnest. It was enough joking to make her smile, but not too earnest to freak her out.

“Oh,” said Ellie, looking down at her shoe laces. “I’m fine. I just—these songs sort of remind me of someone I once knew. In another life I guess.”

Noah waited what seemed like a long time before he spoke again. He was mulling it over, with his elbows now resting on his knees. Then he said, “I get that.”

They played the song again. Then, they couldn’t take it anymore. They took it off and put on some emo shit by a band called Coldplay. It was kind of terrible, they agreed, but they listened anyway, as it was like a dream.

A little while later, Joel and Cici came back inside. Joel held the door for her and once they were in the living room, raised his eyebrows and made fun of the Coldplay.

“You guys okay in here?” he said. “Sounds like you made a wrong turn somewhere.”

“Oh, we’re great, Joel,” said Ellie. “You guys are seriously missing out on our jam session.”

“Ha,” said Cici.

Joel stretched and got real big, and then he leaned against the kitchen table. He seemed kind of faded, thought Ellie. He had that cut on his eye. He seemed very tired. “It’s been a long day,” he said. “I think I’m ready to head up. You wanna come Ellie, or you fixing to stay awake a while longer?”

Ellie got up and wiped her hands on her jeans. They’d gotten kind of dusty from handling all the vinyls. “I’ll come up,” she said. “I’m pretty wiped.”

“I’ll have breakfast ready early,” said Cici.

“Sounds fine,” said Joel.

“See you guys in the morning,” said Noah. He glanced up at Ellie then, as if thankful for something.

When they got upstairs, Ellie went to look in the mirror on the bureau and she took down her ponytail. Her hair felt like a rat’s nest. She started to brush it out, aggressively.

“Where’d you get that hair brush?” said Joel, taking his shoes off.

“Cici let me borrow it,” she said.

“Right,” said Joel. He put his face in his hands then, scrubbed them down his cheeks. “Ellie—"

She stopped mid-brush, turned around. “Noah told me about LaCrosse,” she said. “I wanna come.”

Joel took a deep breath, as this had caught him by surprise. “Ellie, no.”

“Well what the fuck?” she said. She set down the brush on the bureau, hard. “Why the hell not?”

He just took to staring at her. She wasn’t actually that mad, he thought, she just seemed genuine in her confusion. “Because,” he said. “I got no idea what we’re walking into up there.”

“Oh, but you did in Pittsburgh, when you drove us straight into a fucking trap?”

“That is beside the point.”

“How, Joel?” said Ellie. “Noah is only four years older than me. I can hold my own.”

“Those are four critical years, Ellie,” said Joel. He was trying not to raise his voice. “And honestly, it don’t matter whether you can hold your own, because this thing going on in, it ain’t about you. It ain’t about me neither. You understand? It’s about Noah atoning with his dad’s death. He needs help, and he asked me, and I am providing that for him.”

“I can help,” said Ellie.

“I know you two get along,” said Joel. “But you're helping most by staying put.”

“What about Cici? She doesn’t wanna go?”

Joel waved her off, started rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “No,” he said. “Cici’s made her peace. Or what’s left of it.”

“She doesn’t seem…at peace.”

“I didn’t say she was at peace. I just said she’s made her peace.” Ellie seemed to understand this, and now, he could tell she was just scared, of being left behind. “Look, Ellie,” he said, shaking his head. “You can’t come. That’s the end of this conversation. But we’ll only be gone a couple nights. You got Cici with you. She might seem quiet, but I think she's pretty hardcore, and you two got the electric fence. Me and Noah, we’ll be okay.”

“I know,” said Ellie, like she was defending herself. She had flipped open her switch blade, was studying the tip. “I know.”

“We good then?” said Joel.

She hesitated, but then she closed up the knife and flopped back onto the bed. “Fine,” she said.

He was relieved.

“But then you better fucking bring something back for me.”

This surprised him. He gave her a look. “Bring something back?” he said. “Like a souvenir?”

“Yeah,” she said. “A souvenir.”

“A souvenir from LaCrosse?”

“You heard me.”

Joel tugged the covers back, was getting ready to crawl beneath. The day had become a heavy weight, all of it resting right on his eye lids. He was glad it was all okay. “All right,” he said, yawning. “I’ll see what I can find.”

“Good,” she said.

“Now get some goddam sleep.”

“Ay ay, cap’n.”

A few minutes went by. Joel was about ready to get under the covers for good when Ellie said, “I gotta pee.”

He looked at her. “Now?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he said. “Okay. Just—just be quick.”

“You think I wanna take my time peeing in that thing? Outhouses are like the one bad thing about this place. Other than the whole, contaminated-water part, I guess.”

Joel took a breath, told her he would leave his lamp on. “Just hurry, and turn the lamp down when you get back.”

“I will,” she said.

Ellie went pee in the outhouse and did her best not to make any sounds. When she got out, she didn't feel tired, so she went over and stood by the river like a detour. She did not plan on staying long. She just looked at it, right down into it, and then it blinked back at her like the little bitch it was, bubbling deceptively in the moonlight. She suddenly hated that something so innocent could also be so deadly, and so fucking sad. The night was cooling down but it was still humid. She switched open her knife and wiped the sweat from her forehead on the back of her hand. She switched her knife closed again, then open again. She tried thinking about anything else, but that stupid Pearl Jam song had awakened something inside her.

“I haven’t seen you in…in I don’t know how long,” she said.

"Forty-five days?” said Riley. She was nervous. “Well, forty-six. Technically. Wanna know what I’ve been up to?”

The rain outside was like a drum. Ellie didn’t care. “All this time,” she said. “I thought you were dead.”

Riley felt everything, but just like everybody else in the whole wide world, she couldn’t show it. “Yeah,” she said. And she took off the dog tag. “Here. Look.”

“God fucking dammit,” said Ellie. She was on her knees now, overcome by something, and she stabbed the knife into the river bank. “Stupid fucking bullshit. Fuck you.” She stabbed it again, and then she felt like a complete dumbass, put it away. She thought about crying but she stared back at the river instead. “Go away,” she said.

“Ellie?” said someone. It was Cici, she was calling out to her from the porch. It must have been too long. “Ellie, you okay?”

“Shit,” said Ellie. "I'm okay." She got up, frantic, and her knees were all wet from the river bank. “I'm okay. I'm coming."

"Just checking," said Cici.

When she got back up to their room, Joel was under the covers. The lamp was dim. He lie very still, on his side, facing the wall, and she stood watching him for a second to see if he'd roll over and scold her or something. But he seemed like he was sleeping, and she was relieved. She didn't know why she cared, but she did. So she turned down the lamp right away and tried to be as quiet as she could so as not to disturb him. She took off her shoes and set them down silently, one by one. Then she took her jeans off, too, hung them over the bedpost to dry. She only had the one pair. She got under the covers and pulled them up to her chin, trying to sink into the mattress, forcing her brain to shut the fuck up. Please. For once, just shut the fuck up. But then,

“'Night, Ellie,” said Joel. He had not moved, by the dim light of the moon coming through the window.

She was near on startled. His voice was really deep and it always filled the room no matter how quiet. “Oh, shit,” she said. “Sorry, Joel."

"That's okay," he said.

"‘Night, Joel.”

Days of you and me.

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On the record player: “Josephine” by The Wallflowers, “Future Days” by Pearl Jam, “The Scientist” by Coldplay

#the last of us #tlou #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #joel tlou #ellie tlou #as you were #cw: animal death mention

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julesworldd · 5 years ago

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hold on I want one too! Olivia pleasssseeee -dd-imagines

Hehe. Anything for you Liv

O- One Headlight by The Wallflowers - The singer of this group is the son of Bob Dylan. This song is the only song that has stayed in my main playlist that I rotate to keep up with my music tastes like every week. I cannot get annoyed of this song

L- Lonely Road by Everlast

I- I Melt with You by Modern English - I think this song was in some old disney movie about some special school in the sky. OH I think its called Sky High. idk lol its all I think about. But a great song

V- Voila by N.E.R.D - Lol finding songs that start with V is difficult. But this one isnt bad

I- I Can’t Get Next To You by Al Green

A- And Contentment by Willow - been OBSESSED with Willow lately

#dd imagines #song recs #Anonymous

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plague-of-insomnia · 5 years ago

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I'm sorry you're having a bad day. :( How about some of the most pointless asks I could think of? 💖 1. What's your favourite food? - 2. If you could own any type of exotic pet, what type would you own? - 3. What's your top 5 favourite songs and why?

Already answered fave food

Exotic Pet

Hmm I want the minature giraffe from that commercial once upon a time but since that’s not real, I would love to have a pet fox, though I wouldn’t have one ever bc they’re not meant to be pets, but it would be cool and they’re so cute, especially Fennec foxes or red foxes.

Fave Songs

Awww man. I never listen to music anymore bc of my headache and I’ve never been one to have like “oh these my absolute fave song(s)” kinda person. Like I have a whole playlist of faves that will probably date me pretty bad 😅, but hard to pick like a top five so I’ll just mention 5 that I can think of, in no order:

“Therapy” (All-Time Low) - I love this song so much. It’s not entirely clear the meaning (believe me, we had to interpret this into ASL, no east feat, so we researched it quite a bit), but it’s definitely to do with fame being not all it’s cut out to, one of the lead singers’ battle with crippling stage fright, and potentially not handling the suicide of a close loved one well. I personally interpret at least part of it to the lies depression tells us, convincing us that the world is better off without us and no one will care when we’re gone. Whether that was the author’s intent or not, it resonates strongly with me and is one reason I love the song so much.

“Arrogant boy

Love yourself so no one has to

They're better off without you

(They're better off without you)

Arrogant boy

'Cause a scene like you're supposed to

They'll fall asleep without you

You're lucky if your memory remains”

“One Headlight” (The Wallflowers) - pretty much the ONLY good song by Bob Dylan’s “didn’t quite inherit his father’s talent” son. I just love the poetry and the imagery of this song, especially since it seems (in my opinion) to be about someone who’s recovering after losing their best friend to suicide.

“She said it's cold

It feels like Independence Day

And I can't break away from this parade

But there's got to be an opening

Somewhere here in front of me

Through this maze of ugliness and greed

And I seen the sun up ahead at the county line bridge

Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead

We'll run until she's out of breath

She ran until there's nothin' left

She hit the end, it's just her window ledge”

“The Pretender” (Jackson Browne) - this is one of my all-time favorite songs. I love the clever rhymes and the imagery and the overall (if sad) message about how we tend to give up our dreams as we grow up.

“Caught between the longing for love

And the struggle for the legal tender

Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring

And the junk man pounds his fender.

Where the veterans dream of the fight

Fast asleep at the traffic light

And the children solemnly wait

For the ice cream vendor

Out into the cool of the evening

Strolls the Pretender

He knows that all his hopes and dreams

Begin and end there”

“America” (Simon & Garfunkel) - It’s not one of their better known songs (comparatively), but I love songs that take the form of narrative poetry. I’ve always really connected with the part of the song where he wants to tell Cathy how he’s really feeling, butvhe can’t so he waits until she’s asleep.

“So I looked at the scenery

She read her magazine

And the moon rose over an open field

Cathy, I'm lost, I said though I knew she was sleeping

And I'm empty and aching and I don't know why”

“Albuquerque” (Weird Al Yankovic) - This has to be one of the most random songs I’ve ever heard. It’s one of those thing you either love or loathe. It just has so many quotable lines. It’s also the only humorous song on this list.

“That's when I knew it was true love

We were inseparable after that

Aw, we ate together, we bathed together

We even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss

The world was our burrito

So we got married and we bought us a house

And had two beautiful children - Nathaniel and Superfly

Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah

But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me

She said, "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?"

I said, "Whoa, hold on now, baby, I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment!"

So we broke up and I never saw her again

But that's just the way things go

In Albuquerque”

Thanks for the ask, though you’re probably regretting some of your life Choices right about now... did cheer me up a bit putting this together though.

#my answers #my faves #songs #tw suicide mention

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gloombirl · 3 years ago

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when i learnt the lead singer of the wallflowers is the son of bob dylan

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driftawayonceaday · 4 years ago

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God Says Nothing Back

February 15th

Okay, I know I’ve said it’s all about the music—and it is—but I’m gonna get deep with you on this one. This song dove right into my soul at a rough part of my life, but its power stayed with me through the tough times into the better days. “God Says Nothing Back”, from the Wallflowers’ 2005 album Rebel, Sweetheart, was written by their lead singer, Jakob Dylan (yes, he’s Bob’s son).

The lyrics are pure poetry, and the music is entrancing. There are some choice lines in the song, from the desperation of the soul (“I’m calling out from the deep ends of my bones”), to the depths of self-awareness (“To be in your heart I failed my own”), to the relief of whimsy (“Head back in the snow making angel wings”). While there is much in the song that might not be understood without Dylan’s explanation, it doesn’t matter because it’s a beautiful song. However, it is fun to contemplate the meaning of parts of the song.

Principally, Dylan writes about God, time, love, and death all saying “nothing back but I told you so”. I interpreted this to mean that although we may ask God, time, love, or death why something may have happened in our life, they don’t offer any “post-game analysis”. They simply tell us “I told you so”, meaning God (your soul), time (your experience), love (those who care about you), and death (prior relationships that ended badly) tried to guide you all along but you weren’t listening. Interestingly, the longest verse is the one where he speaks to death. When he sings this last verse, I imagine him going back (in his mind) to his failed relationships to find answers. Here’s just a piece of it:

Back over the rotted bridge I cross

Open up these graves, let these bodies talk

The most powerful instrument in the song is Dylan’s voice, but the guitar is subtly beautiful and, along with the drums that drive you onward, they work together to get you through Dylan’s contemplative journey.

#music #the wallflowers #jakob dylan #reflection #2005 #soul vitamin

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happytapirstudio · 2 years ago

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*panel of the guy with the “sickos” shirt going “Yess...YESSSS!!”

1. Golden Gal by Animal Collective (absolutely insane over this song idk but it’s definitely a contender for spotify wrapped because i haven’t stopped listening to it since i accidentally discovered it in august)

2. Love Me by Justin Bieber (I don’t know. I. God help me. I don’t know.)

3. One Headlight by the Wallflowers (It’s a Vrisrezi song it’s on the Vrisrezi playlist the AMV is cooking in my head as we speak. P.S. the lead singer of this band is Bob Dylan’s son???? ok.)

4. My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson (that one youtube mashup......if you know you know)

5. Banshee Beat by Animal Collective (look with like two exceptions none of Animal Collective’s songs have real lyrics. to me. they’re just emotions. but “someone in my dictionary’s up to no good / i never find the very special words i should” has a preternatural hold on me. this whole song has a preternatural hold on me. i am full of diseases and Banshee Beat is the only cure.)

I am so scared of tagging people (such a little baby) but anyone who wants to can do this!! Especially my mutuals: consider yourself automatically tagged!

@thatboysgotwoah tagged me for the 5 songs on repeat kfnwndmndnd

Here they areeeeee:

Don by Miranda (because they just released a new ver and it is amazinggg sknfkendks)

God-ish by Pinocchio-p i like the beat and also because im again in a vocaloid era

In the back room by Syudou (cos chanisawmannn aaaa)

Ave Cesaria by Stromae (i looove it so so much stromae is the best of the best)

Hawatari Nioku Centi by Maximum the hormone (chainsaw man again xkellfnelfkfle Also the nostalgia of death note like, like???)

And i will tag : @baronvonriktenstein @partyinthemysterymachine @heatherchasesyou @fractalspaces @heather-garland @everye @shdownpour @theliminal-space

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2019 LINEUP ANNOUNCED FOR THE AUSTIN MUSIC AWARDS ON FEBRUARY 27

AUSTIN, TEXAS – January 22, 2019 – The Austin Chronicle, SXSW, and Austin City Limits Live at the Moody Theater are proud to announce the performance lineup for the 37th annual Austin Music Awards (AMAs) taking place on Wednesday, February 27, 2019, with proceeds benefiting the SIMS Foundation and HAAM. Tickets for the event are available now at acl-live.com and austinmusicawards.org.

Without fail, legendary performers, guests, and presenters like Robert Plant, Fiona Apple, Chrissie Hynde, Fab 5 Freddy, Terry Allen, Blondie, Bruce Springsteen, and Pete Townshend have all taken the stage at the Austin Music Awards. For 36 years, the event has celebrated the Austin musicianship that the city is known for the world over. This year’s roster follows suit, featuring genre-spanning talent that includes singer-songwriter Jakob Dylan, Bob Dylan’s son most known for his years as frontman for rock band The Wallflowers; John Doe, co-founder of LA punk band X, whose musical compositions span rock, punk, country, and folk; buzzworthy Austin-based psychedelic soul outfit Black Pumas; Tomar Williams from soul group Tomar & the FC’s; rockabilly and country music artist Rosie Flores; the foremost provocateur of tango in Austin, Glover Gill, of Glovertango; Jon Dee Graham, former member of the True Believers with Alejandro Escovedo and three-time Austin Music Hall of Fame inductee; Tosca, the tango orchestra comprised of various Austin-based musicians; Austin’s youthful soul, funk, blues, and jazz outfit The Peterson Brothers; India-born, Austin-based rapper Abhi the Nomad on the cusp of releasing his debut album, Marbled; and the renowned DJ Mel, recognized as “Obama’s DJ” after performing at the 57th Presidential Inauguration.

Additionally, there will be a tribute to the late MC Overlord, known as Austin’s hip-hop pioneer. Donnell Robison, aka MC Overlord, was the recipient of nine Austin Music Awards throughout his career and passed away in 2018 at age 49. His legacy will be honored at this year’s event via a special tribute by Smackola and DJ Crash of Dirty Wormz, Tee Double, Traygod Tha MC, Bavu Blakes of Hip-Hop Hump Day, the MC Overlord Collective, and Grooveline Horns. The AMAs will announce a special guest performance day of.

The full list of artists performing at the 2019 Austin Music Awards can also be found below.

FULL 2019 AUSTIN MUSIC AWARDS PERFORMANCE LINEUP:

Jakob Dylan

John Doe

Black Pumas

Tomar Williams

Rosie Flores

Glover Gill

Jon Dee Graham

Tosca

The Peterson Brothers

DJ Mel

Abhi the Nomad

To honor the continued success and significance of this annual event and further solidify its importance in this community, the City of Austin has proclaimed February 27 as Austin Music Awards Day.

"What has always truly and uniquely defined the Austin music scene is the work those in it put in. More than critics, industry honchos, scene makers, or even music fans, so many musicians work so hard in this extraordinary community to impress the audience they regard as the most important — other musicians," said Louis Black, co-founder of The Austin Chronicle, SXSW, and the Austin Music Awards. "Once a year, the community comes together to honor our own at the Austin Music Awards and to honor the winners of The Austin Chronicle Music Poll. And then, because of who we are and what we do, we get up the next morning and get back to work."

The Austin Music Awards will celebrate the winners from The Austin Chronicle Music Poll, managed by the locally owned and operated alternative newsweekly that reflects the heart and soul of Austin, Texas. The awards will reveal the winners for 52 different categories, including winners of “Best of the Year” categories for Austin band, musician, song, album, and best new band. Other winners include “Best Performing Band” in a variety of genres and “Best Austin Musician” selections, including the categories of female and male vocalist, guitar player, bass player, keyboards, strings, horns, other instrument, and the “Songwriter of the Year” award.

The Townes Van Zandt Songwriting Award, which honors a talent whose work has had an extensive and ongoing impact in Texas, the U.S., and around the world, will be presented to singer-songwriter Alejandro Escovedo at this year’s awards by Austin’s own Britt Daniel. The Margaret Moser Women in Music Award, awarded to women in the industry with deep roots who are living legends of our time, will be presented to long-time music champion Dianne Scott by Texas legend Steve Wertheimer.

Charlie Sexton is back as Music Director, joining the Mayor’s House Band with Michael Ramos, John Michael Schoepf, Ricky Ray Jackson and Ramy Antoun. Rick McNulty and Laurie Gallardo of KUTX return to host the ceremony!!

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Opera soprano Montserrat Caballé dies, age 85 | Music | DW

As announced by The Hospital de la Santa Creu i Sant Pau in Barcelona, Montserrat Caballé passed away early Saturday morning. The famous operatic opera star will be laid to rest on Monday.

When Montserrat Caballé was born on April 12, 1933, her parents named her after a nearby mountain range close to Barcelona. Yet no one in the family might have dreamed that the newborn would go on to conquer the lofty summits of coloratura singing, or would be revered as the “queen of bel canto.”

From Bremen out into the world

On stage in 1968

After studying voice at a conservatory in her native Barcelona, Montserrat Caballé made her debut in 1956 at the Theater Basel, where she played the consumptive Mimi in Puccini’s “La Bohème.” Three years later, the young soprano joined the ensemble of the Theater Bremen, where she consistently developed her repertoire and studied diverse soprano parts.

As audiences in the rather restrained northern German city of Bremen enthusiastically applauded the singer, foreign houses also became aware of Caballé. When in New York in 1965, the soprano stepped in for singer Marilyn Horne, who had fallen ill, and performed Donizetti’s “Lucrezia Borgia” without a rehearsal. “This is the bel canto specialist we’ve been waiting for,” cheered enthusiastic critics after Caballé’s impressive performance.

Rossini, Bellini, Donizetti

On stage with Jose Carreras at a benefit concert in 1995

This sudden New York success might have surprised the singer but it was a pivotal step on her international career path. In an interview about the Italian vocal style decades later, she said of her New York performance: “Bel canto always sounded too much like the cry of a rooster. Mozart was better. The conductor simply told me to sing it as though it were Mozart.”

Although Caballé often interpreted works by Mozart or Richard Strauss, audiences especially wanted to hear her perform virtuoso coloratura parts in operas by Gioacchino Rossini, Vincenzo Bellini and Gaetano Donizetti. Indeed, rising demand for the soprano saw her soon make appearances at the Met in New York, as well as major international opera houses in Munich, Hamburg, Berlin, Vienna, London, Paris, Milan or Buenos Aires.

A friend of Callas

Just before singing the lead role of Imogen in Bellini’s ‘Il Pirata’ in London

After her meteoric ascent to the bel canto summit, Caballé became close with a colleague who was both admired and feared: Maria Callas. The two divas got along quite well, with the younger asking Callas for advice on difficult parts. The latter once described Caballé’s voice as a “light breeze on the skin.”

Caballé likewise had good relationship with soprano Renata Tebaldi, who was Callas’ fiercest competitor. The Spanish soprano was likely pleased after the international press labeled her the heir of the two celebrated divas in the 1970s and 80s. But amid the hype, bel canto remained the most important focus of Caballé’s wide-ranging stage repertoire.

Unafraid of rubbing elbows

Queen’s lead singer, Freddie Mercury, was a longtime fan

The soprano’s fans didn’t just stem from the classical music scene. One of the opera star’s most famous admirers was Freddie Mercury, lead singer in British rock group Queen. In 1987, he and Caballé collaborated on the album “Barcelona,” with the eponymous title song reaching the top of the European pop charts.

The album’s reissue for the 1992 Olympic Games was again a major success. On her 1997 album “Friends for Life,” Caballé collaborated with pop greats like Bruce Dickinson from band Iron Maiden (covering the Queen song “Bohemian Rapshody”), in addition to Johnny Hallyday, Jonny Logan, Vangelis and Helmut Lotti.

In addition to her classical repertoire, the singer was also interested in the traditional music of her Catalan homeland. She performed numerous concerts with her daughter, the soprano Montserrat Martí.

A UNESCO ambassador, Caballé received countless honors such as the Federal Cross of Merit awarded by Germany. In 2007, she received the ECHO Klassik Prize for her life’s work.

The singer had said she “wants to die on stage”

‘The best voice in the world’

Freddie Mercury was just one of many who raved about Caballé’s voice, saying it was “the best in the world.” Critics praised the almost inexhaustible versatility of her repertoire, the unusually dramatic nature of her performances, and her mastery of vocal technique. She was revered not only as the “queen of bel canto,” but one of the greatest singers of her generation.