#thomas walsh

[blueshistorysims]

December 25th, 1921, Henford-on-Bagley, England

There were many things Rebecca thought she would never do. One of them was having sex with a man other than Peter. Another was having sex with the man whose title her son would inherit. Yet there she was, lying in the bed of Thomas Walsh, Duke of Feldsbury, on Christmas morning after a night of passion. She was 55. He was 76, old enough to be her father. He was only a year younger than Rose. In the aftermath, she felt nothing more than like a common harlot. Still, she couldn’t deny the pleasure she’d derived from it. 

“Happy Christmas,” a voice said behind her, and she turned to see Thomas with his eyes open.

“Happy Christmas, Thomas,” she muttered. 

“Are you alright?”

Rebecca frowned. “You’re the first man I’ve laid with other than Peter. We were each other’s firsts. I thought we would be our last too.”

Thomas sat up. “Do you regret it?”

“No,” she muttered. “I only feel guilty that I enjoyed it.”

“Don’t. There is nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. You’re a good, kind woman who’s had an unusual life situation thrown at her. You’ve handled your son’s marriage better than I think most mothers would.”

“Byron likes to make statements. I am sure he’s done things I would have a heart attack if I knew of them. He’s stubborn. He would ruin the title merely out of spite, ignore the duties you’ve tried so hard to teach. Sometimes I feel ashamed of him because he has no shame. He doesn’t care. I first thought it was because of his time in America, but… I know he’s always been like that, since he went off to boarding school.”

“Much of his generation is like that. Disillusioned with the world, finding no point in keeping the intricate societal rituals we keep to heart. The war changed things. A part of it is a reaction. I have only seen a small part of the war, but it was enough. Your son has seen things too horrible to put into words. He can’t talk about it, so he finds ways to make himself forget. Truthfully, I pity him. He has been through much these last eight years.”

“You pity Byron? I know you don’t like him.”

“I don’t have to like him to pity him. He and I are in a situation where no one wins, and I can understand his anger. He reminds me of myself in my youth. Now I am just a cynical old man.”

Rebecca chuckled. “Age makes cynics of us all.

Thomas coughed. “If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes? We can keep it a secret, have a scandal of our own. Not even your children would know.”

The offer tempted Rebecca. She would never have to worry about money again. Thomas was kind to her, and he made her laugh. But he wasn’t Peter. “No,” she said after a minute. “I don’t think I can marry again.”

He nodded. “I understand.”

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1960 illustration by Thornton Utz by totallymystified Via Flickr: For the story Dangerous Bluff by Thomas Walsh. From The Saturday Evening Post.

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Pugwash - Apples (2002)

Pugwash is essentially Irishman Thomas Walsh, and whoever he gets to join him. It reminds me a lot of later XTC (Andy Partridge has collaborated with Walsh, as has Dave Gregory). Timeless pop music.

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10/16/23.

Busman's Holiday (Bloomington, Indiana) was an absolute revelation to me exactly 7 years ago. "Popular Cycles" was one of my first purchases from Joyful Noise Recordings, and I just couldn't get enough of it.

The easiest comparisons are Paul Simon, The Beach Boys and The Beatles. These songs are carefully crafted with wonderful harmonies. If you look on AllMusic you'll see that the "related artists" are mostly alt-country. I wouldn't call this music alt-country at all. This is lush, orchestrated pop/baroque pop.

I also hear a bit of Thomas Walsh (Pugwash) - reminder - his LP is due out soon on Curation Records.

"Good Songs" was released by Snappy Fun.

[bostonfly]

Listen/purchase: A Good Day For Me by Thomas Walsh

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[whatisonthemoon]

It's official - UTS has been sold

June 13, 2023

Dear UTS Alumni and Friends,

Thank you for your steadfast encouragement and support for the mission of UTS.

I write at this time to announce that the Barrytown property is now under contract with a buyer.

As some of you may know, the UTS Board of Trustees, in consultation with the Founder, the Board of Directors of FFWPU USA, and other stakeholders of UTS resolved to place the property on the market for sale on

February 3, 2018. See the following letter from then President Spurgin, dated May 15, 2018, and an article from the Daily Freeman, dated December 9, 2018. It was also in May of 2019 that the main campus of UTS moved from Barrytown to 43rd Street in New York City.

At that time, there were a few offers to purchase the property, but none were considered acceptable, and the property was taken off the market. During the covid period, beginning in 2020, some alternative uses of the property were discussed. As the covid crisis continued, however, neither the sale nor the re-purposing of the property gained traction.

In the summer of 2022, as the epidemic was fading, a discussion about the property's future was re-opened. In

November of 2022, a real estate broker agreement was signed, and the property was placed on the market once again. In early 2023 we received several offers to purchase the property.

After serious vetting of the various offers and proposals, the UTS Board of Trustees resolved to accept what is believed to be the best option for UTS. Following the decision of the Board, a confidential contract for purchase and sale was signed. It is anticipated that a closing on the sale of the property will take place in late August.

The decision to sell the property was made with deep respect and love for the life and legacy of our Founders, and for all those who have been part of the truly remarkable history of the property. Several discussions with our Founder, as well as with the FFWPU USA leadership, both the previous and current administration, took place prayerfully and openly. Before making their decision to approve the current purchase agreement, the UTS Board of Trustees gathered at the Cheon Shim Won in Las Vegas for prayer and deliberation.

Our determination going forward is to build on the victorious and providential foundation that has been secured at Barrytown, carrying it forward to ever greater achievements, while also revering and honoring the legacy and history of all that has been accomplished at Barrytown.

Sincerely yours,

Thomas G. Walsh, Ph.D.

President

Unification Theological Seminary

[untilthenexttee]

(via TeeBox Chatter Golf Podcast - Episode 33 "A Chat With PGA Tour Canada Players")

[evviejo]

thirteen's era appreciation: 337/?

[deuterosapiens]

So, we're stopping for the night.

Collecting my feelings, a bit on the difficult side right now. So, from the beginning.

Carter is definitely going to murder anyone who dares to suggest giving Gavin over to Livingstone. Elizabeth reminds me why we should fear her.

She's absolutely correct and should remind them more often. So, after this entire thing, with Carter weirdly being outdone by his mother regarding murderous protectiveness of Gavin, we experience another Gordo and Gavin bonding moment!

Well, they bond offscreen while Mark and Carter discuss things, leading to a wonderful exchange that quite simply must be experienced firsthand. Or second-hand:

Carter, my man, no one, not a single person, is talking about gay sex. You, Carter, are eternally thinking about gay sex. Yes, boundaries, Carter, you need them. I've lost count of the number of times you have completely derailed a moment because you can't keep Gavin's dick out of your head. Shower. Cold. Acquaint yourself with one. Now!!

Gordo's personality is rubbing off on Gavin. What am I even supposed to do with this exchange?

You've all been a terrible influence on him!

So, I loved this moment. And not because Perfume is my favorite novel of all time and therefore these constant olfactory discussions tend to appeal to me specifically.

I'm glad we are all in agreement that no one has any clue what Joe's talking about. Still, Carter and Gavin are legitimately cute here. I love them so much.

Which brings us to Christmas Day. Where I'll have you all know I politely sat the book down and advised it to fuck itself many, many times.

Thomas's letter.

The one to Robbie tore me apart. I strongly remember having been torn apart by it. I did not delude myself into believing this one would not also tear me apart.

It tore me apart.

But, sure, okay, another Thomas Bennett heart-break from beyond the grave. Why not. We've been there, done that. Not getting old, but we expect it.

We do not, however, expect Elizabeth Bennett to give Gavin the Wolf Thomas had given her. No, that's not something we expected at all. Reading this chapter, from the letter on, was an exercise in me crying hideously and cursing repeatedly.

So yeah, we are done for the night. I do not need more feelings before I go to sleep.

[notforemmetophobes]

Don McKay (2009) - M. Emmet Walsh 

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[blueshistorysims]

December 1921, Henford-on-Bagley, England

Stella was returning home for Christmas. Stella was returning to New York for Christmas—without Byron. He was hurt, but he wasn’t surprised. The past five months of being in England were hard for Stella, who hated the extension of her otherness in the English countryside, hated Thomas Walsh and the resentment of being there. It hadn’t been her choice and yet, she still came with Byron. He had thought if they were together, they would be closer. The opposite happened.

It wasn’t long before her resentment turned toward Byron, and they began to argue when they were together. It got to a point where Byron felt relief when the Duke forced him to come along on his duties. They slept in separate rooms and spent the days in different parts of the house. By December, he only ever saw her for dinner. Byron hoped that the space would do them good.

Of course, the knowledge of their strained marriage was a secret, so when his mother wrote that she would be coming for Christmas, he and Stella decided to truce and act as if they were happier than ever. Put up a mask. 

Thomas Walsh may have disliked Byron and Stella, but he certainly didn’t feel that way about Rebecca. He gave her a personal tour of Henford Castle, and during dinner, he spent the entire time making her laugh, shamelessly flirting. To Byron’s disgust, she went right along with it.

“Yes?” Byron muttered the moment he heard knocking. “Come in.” He assumed it was his mother, off to interrogate him about the last five months. Instead, Stella walked in. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I thought you were my mother.”

She closed the door and sat next to him. “I’m leaving in the early hours of the morning.”

“I know.”

Stella sighed. “I want 1922 to be different. I want to try in our marriage.”

“This place isn’t exactly helping.”

“Then talk to Thomas. You told me all about your London idea and then never brought it up. This place will ruin us, Byron. It already has begun to.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I haven’t tried. …Things will be better when I’m Duke, that I promise, Stella. You won’t be isolated. I’ll get rid of this bloody castle, and we can live in London, where society is. Not just Feldsbury’s world, but yours too.”

She nodded. “I hope you have a good Christmas, Byron.”

“You too.”

[krispyweiss]

Al Kooper Turns 80 Today and Remains Bafflingly Anonymous

One of the few things the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame has done right in recent years was finally - finally - inducting Al Kooper in 2023.

It’s just too bad the RRHOF’s tone-deaf brain trust waited until Kooper was nearly 80 - which he is as of today, Feb. 5, 2024 - to do it.

For while Kooper’s name is known by virtually no one, virtually everyone knows his music and his accomplishments. And he’s revered by his fellow musicians.

“I would describe Al as the best musician I have ever seen,” Joe Walsh once said.

Here are a few of the restless genius’ career highlights.

* He co-wrote Gary Lewis and the Playboys’ “This Diamond Ring.”

* He co-founded the Blues Project.

* He co-founded and fronted Blood, Sweat & Tears on Child is Father to the Man before ceding the band to David Clayton-Thomas.

* He played the signature organ riffs on Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone.”

* He played the French horn for the Rolling Stones on “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.”

* He organized and produced Stephen Stills and Mike Bloomfield’s Super Session.

* He declined to sign Tom Petty’s first band, Mudcrutch, because, they “weren’t that good yet.”

* He discovered Lynyrd Skynyrd and produced their initial run of LPs.

“I think Lynyrd Skynyrd owes its success to Al Kooper,” Ed King once said. “Being a Yankee from the North, he provided a bird’s-eye view of how the Southern band should be presented to the world.”

Kooper’s the one turning 80 today. He’s also the one who’s been doing the gift-giving for decades.

2/5/24

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10/10/23.

The Legendary Ten Seconds is the vehicle for the work of Torquay, England-based artist Ian Churchward. When I first listened to this I thought this had to be a musician who started making music in the 1980s C86 scene. It looks like I was right as Churchward did record for John Peel as The Morrisons.

The voice! It really brings to mind Maxwell Farrington or Neil Hannon and The Divine Comedy. The songwriting recalls the work of Thomas Walsh/Pugwash, The Servants and David Westlake.

This appears to be self-released. The Legendary Ten Seconds have quite a catalogue you can work your way through.

[veryslowreader]

The Purple Rose by Christi R. Walsh

I'll Be Watching

[randomrichards]

BODY PARTS (1991):

Post car accident

Man’s arm replaced with killer’s

Evil in the flesh?