#tony enos

[saramencken]

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

Here's another sketch page I put way too much effort into, it's (again) mostly redraws of my classic rock gallery, but also sketches of some of my bandmates on the right and animals and random creatures ig :)

Closeups:

[rodpower78]

Robert Fripp, Tony Visconti, David Bowie and Brian Eno

[rainingmusic]

David Bowie - Heroes 

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

talking heads 1980

[ministerforpeas]

Monkey Dust is definitely underrated as hell amongst the already well forgotten age of melancholic and edgy British adult animation in the 2000s that reflected the depressing aspects of the UK (which have gotten worse in passing time).

Beginning in 2003 and airing three seasons, it unfortunately had to be cancelled when its creator Harry Thompson passed away from cancer in 2005.

My favourite recurring character from this show is probably the Tony Blair parody given how the same promises are made over and over with a mix of some ridiculous ones. One of these policies he says in this video were actually PASSED by him though, I’ll let you try and guess which one. Once again, looking back, it’s depressing to see how these proposed policies are needed even more with how worse things have gotten, especially “house prices being cheaper”. God.

Currently only the first season of Monkey Dust is available to watch through DVD, but the whole series has thankfully been archived here.

By the way I love the music playing during Blair’s scenes. It perfectly captures the sad reality that the animation really conveys. It’s “A Place in the Wilderness” by Roger Eno and is thankfully on Spotify.

[spilladabalia]

David Bowie - Boys Keep Swinging

[pagan-stitches]

Today’s blogging and stitching soundtrack:

[nedison]

⭐️ January 8 ⭐️

[mitjalovse]

How can we actually define a surprise from any musician at all, is there a way? For instance, Bowie's Berlin trilogy remains something of an epitome of a shock, though I don't think the latter part of his opus was the only example of such modus operandi. However, I do get why Low, Heroes and Lodger continue to be treated as one of the biggest expressions of a wild turn, i.e. these works still possess a power Bowie's followers merely hinted at. Whereas the other took the form, they forgot the content like in the case of those that listended to Talk Talk's last two LPs. Berlin trilogy is not just a collection of cool sounds, the collection transcribed his emotional state at the time. This is Bowie at his most personal.

[thin-white-marmaduke]

Low is 46 today!

Let’s raise a glass to Adam Buxton’s hilarious tribute

[mychameleondays]

David Bowie: Lodger

RCA Victor, 1979

Orginally released: May 18th, 1979

[musicmags]

[dailyalbumrecs]

Low - David Bowie

Low is the first album of what is referred to as the "Berlin Trilogy" of albums, the second and third being Heroes and Lodger, and it is a great album. This album has a really interesting snare drum sound, which involves running the drum signal through an eventide harmonizer that the producer of this album, Tony Visconti , told Brian Eno and David Bowie that "it fucks with the fabric of time." Also, it should be noted that Brian Eno worked with David Bowie on this album and the others in the "Berlin Trilogy." My favorite song is

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Source: https://www.bowiewonderworld.com/features/tvuncut.htm

[somber-sapphic]

Hii!! Been a fan of your of your stuff for a while now, could I please request Nat x reader with maybe Nat coming back home from a mission sick or something? using prompts: "Could you pass me a tissue, please?" + “I think I caught something. My head is pounding." + “Let me fuss over you."

Thanks!!

Healing Hours

〖Summary: Natasha returns early from a mission with a bad case of the flu.〗

〖Word Count: 1.3k〗

〖Pairing: Sick Natasha x R〗

〖Notes: I hope you all enjoy this!〗

You sighed and slammed your book shut, unable to on the words on the page. Natasha was supposed to be back from her mission in two days and you were a mixture of excited and nervous. She had been radio silent for days, only sending messages concerning the mission. 

That meant no sweet texts to you, only communication with Cap and Tony.

It was standard for a mission like this, she was in a potentially dangerous situation and to minimize any danger they minimized contact. Even though you understood it didn’t mean you had to like it. You had continued to train while she was away, the physical act of hitting something distracting you from your anxiety. If you could keep your energy up you could keep the emotions at bay. 

With a frustrated groan you pulled out your laptop, resigning yourself to some YouTube cat compilations. Those usually held your attention, and it helped that cats were adorable. Maybe you could convince Tony to let you have a cat, if you laid out a good enough argument he might let you. 

For a while you let yourself be captured by the videos moving across the screen, watching the pixelated cats fall off of things only to get up unharmed, attack humans, and be afraid of toasters. You were pulled out of your feline trance by a slight jiggle of your doorknob.

You looked up from your laptop, staring at the door handle and reaching for your weapon. No one was supposed to come into your room, and you had strict rules about knocking before opening the door. You grasped the smooth handle of the knife under your pillow, tensing your body in preparation for a fight. 

There were a million thoughts swirling through your mind, how had someone gotten into the tower? Why hadn’t FRIDAY alerted you? Were the others safe? 

A dark silhouette appeared in the doorway, and you threw your knife, the blade sinking into the wood of the door frame beside the person's head. It was a warning shot, you didn’t miss. Your goal was to scare the person off to avoid an altercation that you didn’t want to get into.

“Jesus Y/n, what the fuck was that?” A raspy voice asked, someone flicked on the light illuminating a very grumpy-looking Natasha. She walked into the room and threw her toolbelt onto the dresser, being much less careful than she usually was. She loved that belt; it had saved her life many times and she always handled it with care. 

“You fucking scared me! You’re supposed to be in Latvia, not breaking into my bedroom!” You shot back, lowering yourself against the headboard, the tension leaving your body. The adrenaline coursing through your veins began to calm down, slowing your rapid heartbeat. 

“And you’re supposed to be asleep, it's 2:00 in the morning.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“Like you're any better,” Your words trailed off as a sharp sneeze cut through the room, leaving Natasha hunched over and sniffing. 

“Why are you back early?” Suspicion laced your words as you took in her disheveled appearance. When she was in uniform, she went to extensive efforts to make herself look professional even in a more relaxed setting. 

This time her clothes were slightly wrinkled, and her hair was a mess. You didn’t expect her to look picture-perfect after coming back from a mission, but she did try to make herself look stoic coming home to impress the men. She turned to face you, revealing an unnatural flush to her cheeks and red-chapped nostrils, the telltale signs of the flu. 

“I think I caught something; my head is pounding. Steve pulled me, decided I wasn’t healthy enough to be in the field. He threatened to come and get me himself.” She mumbled, sniffling again. She rubbed her nose against her sleeve and coughed into the air. 

You smiled at the idea, picturing her arguing with Steve who would seriously come and get her if he felt the need. 

“Okay love, go get showered and I’ll get some supplies. Do you think you’ll be okay to do it by yourself?” You asked, concerned that she might fall over if left alone. Natasha rolled her eyes, wincing at the motion. She shook her head slightly as if to clear it then nodded.

“I’ll be fine. Just want to get it over with, then sleep.” 

“Yeah, I bet you do. It’ll feel really good I promise.” When you heard the shower running you climbed out of bed, getting to work. You rifled through the drawers of your bedside table and pulled out a bottle of Nyquil alongside a thermometer, a box of tissues, and a bag of cough drops, all things left over from the last time you’d gotten sick. 

Next, you tiptoed into the kitchen and got a glass of water and one of juice, not wanting to make tea until Natasha asked for it. She rarely drank it and you knew she didn’t like it but you’d be happy if she consumed any fluids. 

When you returned to your room you were surprised to find your shivering girlfriend curled up in the bed, her wet hair splayed out over the pillow. You’d only been gone for ten minutes tops, you hadn’t expected her to have showered so quickly. 

“Did you enjoy your shower?” You asked, setting the glasses of water and juice on the small table by her side of the bed. She shrugged and sniffled thickly, rubbing her fist against her red nose. 

“Could you pass me a tissue please?” Her voice was so stuffy, poor thing sounded awful. And she didn’t look much better, not that you would tell her that. You grabbed a tissue from the already prepared box and pressed it into her hand, turning a way to simulate privacy as she blew her nose weakly. 

“Oh, my sweet Natty, you really don’t feel well do you…” You muttered, more to yourself than to her. Natasha nodded and turned to look at you with a pout set on her chapped lips. Barely three seconds later her gaze unfocused and she snapped forward with a rough sneeze that she didn’t have time to cover. 

“Okay well that wet hair isn’t going to help. Sit up for me, take some medicine, and I’ll dry your hair while we watch a movie.” The redhead did what you instructed, lifting herself onto the pillows with a wheezy sigh. 

You poured out a dose of the medication and watched her drink it, making sure that she got all of it. The gulp of “grape” flavored goop was quickly followed by half a glass of juice. You were internally pleased with the amount of juice she had just willingly drank, usually keeping her hydrated was a chore. 

“Get comfy and pick a movie, I’ll grab the hair dryer.” She settled on Jaws for reasons that you couldn’t explain. You knew she loved it but you didn’t exactly consider it a good sick day movie. It didn’t matter, she already looked half asleep. You doubted she’d make it through the first act even with the sound of the hair dryer. 

“C’mere baby, let me fuss over you.” You climbed into bed and pulled her into your lap, positioning her so that she was laying back against you with her head on your chest. Just as you’d predicted it didn’t take long for her eyes to start drooping, the sound and warmth of the hair dryer seemed to be lulling her to sleep. 

“M’sorry for getting sick.” She mumbled, a huge yawn escaping her lips. You rubbed her shoulder and pulled the blankets up around her, making sure that she was comfortable. 

“No apologizes necessary Nat. You just relax, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

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