#uptown greg

[dumbbitchawards]

Shiv is Tom's uptown girl and Tom is Greg's uptown girl. I will not elaborate on this

[indig0trolls]

I MISS

MY FRIENDS

[cynsualc829]

The Cool Jazz Café and the 4th of July weekend continues showcasing a combination of classic RnB favs and today's Hottest Smooth Jazz. Today's show is a Rebroadcast coming to you via the Verde Canyon Railroad in Clarksdale, Arizona. Please join us as host Dave Oz serves us those flavorsome grooves. Today at 3pm - 5pm EST, 2pm - 4pm CST, 12pm - 2pm PST, 8pm - 10pm UK time.

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HOUR I

Movin' and Shakin' /@Vincent Ingala, No Lie (feat. Michael McDonald) / Lalah Hathaway, Take It Uptown (ft. Jason Jackson) / Gino Rosaria :: The Pianist, Telegram / D.S. Wilson, Still In Love / Marc Antoine, Slip Away / Clarence Carter, Goin' Up Yonder / Skinny Hightower, Que Mas Da (ft. Michael Lington) / José Antonio Rodríguez, Fool On The Hill / Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66, Morning Kisses / Rohan Reid Music, Moonlight Drive / Paula Atherton, You Show Me (ft. Najee Ali) / Tommy Davidson, Blu Girl / Soul Ballet, Sailing / Shawn Kingsberry

HOUR II

Gonna Be Alright / Four80EastFour80East, Big Sur / Charles Langford, Kiss From a Rose (Alternate Version) / Seal, Cool Summer (ft. Chieli Minucci) / Special EFX featuring Chieli Minucci, Happy (From Despicable Me 2) / Pharrell Williams, Dream Maker / Will Donato, Note of Levity / Will Compton, Kiss from a Rose / Debbie Spring, When God's In The Music / Abe LaMarca, Sandcastles 2.0 / Brian Culbertson, Ascending (ft. Richard Brookins) / Greg Minnick, Vibe / Thasaint, Hello Dolly! / Louis Armstrong, Fantasy / Kersten Stevens

[audiemurphy1945]

 If country music was moving uptown in the '60s, The Last Word in Lonesome saw it comfortably ensconced in a Manhattan penthouse, sipping champagne and bragging about its golf scores.

- Greg Adams

[nuagederose]

As the Seasons Grey | Chapter Thirty-Six: Under the Bridge

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Christine had returned to her apartment, still with tears in her eyes. Wendy had gone off to bed, and she knew she was going to have to explain it once she woke up in the morning. She stripped off her coat and hung it up on the hook by her front door, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She sniffled as she thought about the trip back to Queens and the fact that Nelly hardly said good night to her once she handed Greg his car back and fetched the last bus uptown to the Upper West Side; she had no idea what the time was, and she was reluctant to check it in the kitchen. All she could think about was undressing and climbing into bed.

If there remained a silver lining in the entire evening, she had the day off tomorrow. But she would still have to face Wendy and face Nelly come her day back to school. Christine sniffled some more as she made her way to the bathroom to wash off the tears and brush her hair.

After all of that, after all of the prep that she did for a lovely evening with Nelly herself and Eric as they watched Alex and the orchestra together, and she was having to wash away her own tears. She stood there before the faucet with the washcloth under the cool running water, and she pressed it up against her face. Oh, to feel the rain on her skin. To feel the caress of all the cool water to rid of the pain in those old reopened wounds.

She wanted to remember, however. She wanted to uncover the memories and feel them over.

“Be careful what you wish for,” she whispered to herself, right inside of the washcloth. She soaked the cloth some more and dabbed it on her eyes to rid of the extraneous tears. Besides, after that evening, she merely wanted to spend time to herself for a whole day. Nelly had all but showed her true colors to her back there at the cemetery, and she was in no mood to face her the next day, that is if she showed up to school the next day given the late hour.

Christine took her scrunchie out from her hair and picked up her brush for a quick swipe before she headed to bed. She gazed into her own reflection, to her own eyes that looked back at her. Though she had blocked out most of her memories of Chris, she remembered the site of his grave every time she blinked. That smooth polished stone under that little tree. That little tree. She had no memory of there being a tree there when he was initially buried. It had been seventeen years, however. A bird or a bat could have dropped a handful of seeds there by his grave at some point, and the elements merely played their part in nourishing it.

She brushed her hair some more before she neatly tucked her brush back into the drawer, and she ambled out of there to her bedroom to change out of those clothes. She never realized her level of exhaustion once she climbed into bed and switched off the light.

Right before she drifted off to sleep, she wished for Alex to lay next to her there in bed without any strings attached.

Since she fell asleep rather quick, she engaged in her dream rather quick as well.

“Part rainbow!” Chris' voice rang through her mind, an old faraway memory in the very back of the catacombs inside of her mind, and yet she could hear him as clear as day. She recalled him wearing a little tie-dye shirt, tie-dye in the color of rainbow, snug and firmly fitted to his plump little body which in turn accentuated every round shape, every full curve. Just a chubby little boy with a big beaming smile on his face as he nestled up next to her underneath the cherry blossom tree in the Pereiras' backyard. It was summer, and they had just been let out of first grade.

“I'm part rainbow, Christine!” he exclaimed.

“Why is that?” she asked him.

“My grandma's last name is Rabinow. But I always think of it as 'rainbow'.” She laughed at that, and then he put his arm around her shoulder to hold her close to him. She had no memory of what happened thereafter, but she did recall him putting his yarmulke on his head as his mother strode past the window right across from them

“You kids want milkshakes?” Mrs. Pereira's distinctive Long Island accent cut through their little round of playtime. Christine nestled up next to Chris as he indulged in a little glass of strawberry milkshake with a cherry on top and a pink and white straw. There was a good part of her that wanted him bigger, rounder, and fuller, especially when she remembered the dream on the coast of Fiji. All the decadent milkshakes to give him the most beautiful body that she could possibly think of. She put her arm around his shoulder and leaned into him: she gazed down at the slightly rounded shape on his waist. Though they were children, she still wanted to give him a kiss on the side of his face.

And she did.

He showed her a mischievous little smile as if he wanted some extra cream on his milkshake.

“Chris...” she scoffed at him.

“What?”

“We can't.”

“Why not?”

“Your mom is right there!”

“So?” He sipped on his milkshake, and all the while, he kept his gaze locked onto her own. She could feel the heat even without thinking twice about it. But at the same time, she knew she was only looking into her imagination, especially when she opened her eyes and found herself back in the safety of her own bed. She closed her eyes and drummed her fingers on the hem of the blanket, warm despite the cold of the room.

“Why do dreams have to be so cruel,” she muttered to herself.

All she could hope for was that Nelly would not say a word about the other night, lest it bring about an awkward moment and right in front of everyone at the school. She hadn't seen her at school even since that night, but she still held out hope that she could at the very least see her, to find out if she had returned home in one piece and found the time to return to school. She slid out of the comfort of her warm bed and dressed up warm for that cold, snowy day at school. Indeed, once she arrived at school, at the cafeteria no less for a mere check if Nelly was there, she was met with Alex, all bundled up in a heavy black peacoat, a red and black striped scarf, and with a black beanie cap upon his head. He showed her a bespectacled crooked smile and an adjustment of his pants and his coat.

“Hi,” she greeted him.

“Hi! I wasn't expecting to see you here.”

“I just came in real quick to see if Nelly was in,” she quipped; it was the truth in a way, as she was in fact looking for Nelly before she headed off to her first class of the day. “It's a cold day—the perfect day for a fresh hot pie.”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said, and Christine huddled closer to him even though she had to be at class within the next ten minutes: a mad dash across the campus, across the snow banks to the building across the way.

“By the way, have you seen Nelly lately?” he asked her, concerned.

“I haven't, no,” she replied, and she paused for a second. The memory was still fresh in her mind, especially of the thought that it was so late by the time she left for the Upper West Side. “Why?”

“She promised me a pesto omelette,” he replied. “The other night before the show, she told me she had bought the jar of pesto—she told me all she had to do was make me the omelette part of it today at school.” He shifted his weight there in the spot. “I'm getting kind of hungry, too. I'd love a nice hot omelette plus a piece of pie later on.” Christine took her phone out of her pocket to check the time, and she gasped.

“Shit,” she muttered.

“Gotta go?”

“I do, yeah.”

“Hey, you want to meet up later on for lunch?” he offered her. “I could walk you to class, if you'd like.”

“If you've got time off then,” she said with a little smile to him.

“I do, yeah! I've got about two hours prior to our class today. It's a long story, I'll explain it when we see each other later.”

“Fantastic!” She opened her arms and leaned into him for a hug, and he returned the favor. Christine closed her eyes at the feel of him right there before her: how she yearned for his softness and the gentle warmth of his body, even after having not seen him for only a couple of days. It may have seemed trivial to anyone else, but she desired his skin perhaps more than the taste of scrambled eggs or a slice of pie. Though there were plenty of other people in the cafeteria there behind them, she ran her hands down the small of his back to feel the seat of his pants. There was a part of her that wanted him to have more tone back there: if he was going to have a smaller belly, then he should make it up on the backs of his thighs.

“Don’t be getting too greedy now,” he teased her, and he held back for a mischievous glance right into her face. There was an undeniable twinkle in his eye, and she had a feeling within that told her he wanted it later in that day.

“The emphasis on the word ‘now’ just now,” she pointed out, and he flashed her a wink.

“I’ll catch you later, my Strawberry Girl,” he told her with a gentle pat on the shoulder. The warmth bloomed in her face like the littlest flower on the last day of the last snowfall as she tugged her coat collar up to her ears even though she was only walking a short distance to the building across the way. Christine kept her head down a bit to avoid the falling snow; she could still feel him even as she trekked through the bright white blanket over the pavement. It still reminded her of the night in his car and she had nestled up next to him with Eric right behind her.

To feel that comfort once again as she made her way up the stairs to the double doors. The soles of her boots slipped around a bit but she caught herself right before the first door on the right side of the hall. It was right before she reached the door to her class when she realized that Chris had slipped her memory back there with Alex.

She had to remember to tell him at some point. She had to tell him about Chris.

Christine sighed through her nose as she took her seat at the table near the front of the classroom. She had her good pencils out and her mind set on the warm-up contour drawing. She was extra careful when it came to drawing without lifting the tip of her pencil from the paper, especially when she never had the chance to draw anything before, much less a photo out of a magazine.

All the while, she thought about drawing and if she was doing it right. The first big drawing of the quarter and she needed to focus on the way that the hands were shaped and if she had enough shading down on the skin. She could think about other things than Chris, especially when she scribbled on fresh paper to practice different textures, from curls to sheens to something that reminded her of fur.

She thought about the dream she had had about Chris before. All she could think about was how she never had the chance to tell Chris the truth. It was a distant memory at that point, a memento locked away in the furthest part of her mind to the point that it nearly faded out when she even so much as tried to find the key for it again. When she gave it some more thought, she imagined his brown eyes in a richer shade of blue.

The same boy with the same man.

Her pencil rested on the paper as she pictured him there across from her, a little ghost with his yarmulke rested upon his head. He folded his arms over the top of the table and rested his chin on the top of his wrist: those big brown eyes watched her with the utmost closeness. There was a good part of her that wanted him to be the older version of himself, the one image of him on the beach of Fiji.

Indeed, once she thought this, he leaned back and showed off the soft round belly on his body, as big and round as a seedless watermelon, accentuated by the snug fabric of his dark sweater. She couldn’t resist the smile on her face as she moved the tip of her pencil towards the center of the paper.

Very gently, she put down a fine outline of graphite to mark the middle of his torso. There was a part of her that did not want to show off his body like that to her class, especially when she had very little memory of him and especially when she had no courage to tell Alex about him. The boy was dead, and yet she yearned to feel him again, to feel him the same way that she felt Alex against her skin.

To feel him again, to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and the wind through her hair, to taste the sugar of the milkshake on her tongue right before she gave him a kiss. That shoulder length hair could have been so much longer, much like Alex’s hair as a young man.

The idea struck her like a bolt of lightning.

She glanced down at the drawing, whereby she decided to give the boy on the paper much longer hair. Long lush beautiful curls down past his shoulders paired with the round full belly and spread legs perched upon a stool. A study in texture as well as shape and perspective, and something that would require a few class periods to even finish. During her lunch break, Eric caught up with her at the bar on the far side of the room, complete with a dusting of snow upon the crown of his head as well as his shoulders.

“You look like you’ve been digging for white gold,” she remarked as they exchanged hugs with one another.

“White gold, is that what they’re calling it now?” he teased her.

“Calling what?”

“You know. ‘It.’” Christine paused for a second, and then she rolled her eyes when she realized it.

“Yeah, you wish,” she scoffed with a tap of the tip of his nose with her finger.

“How was class?” he asked her.

“It was actually wonderful,” she replied. “Good to get my mind off of the other night.” Eric fetched up a sigh, and Christine glanced up at him. “What?”

“I can't believe she did that to you,” he said with a shake of his head, and some of the snow fluttered off onto the linoleum under their feet. “Like... what on Earth was she thinking?”

“She wanted to take me out to Chris' grave,” Christine replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “She probably couldn't think of another chance to do it, so she picked the other night as we were coming home.”

“Yeah, but—could she have picked daylight hours or something? What was she thinking?”

Christine sighed through her nose. “I wish I knew, Eric,” she confessed. “I wish I knew, and it’s not like I can ask her, either.”

“Maybe you can,” he suggested. “You know where she lives.”

“Yeah…” Her voice trailed off, and he cocked his head to the side.

“What?”

“I don’t feel right about it,” she confessed. “Like, what if she’s sick? We haven’t seen her since the other night, she’s probably ill with something.”

Eric gave his hair a little toss. “Do you have her number?”

“I do, yeah, but—again, I don’t feel right about it. Let’s give her time to recover and see what happens.” She lowered her gaze to Eric’s waist and his hand rested there as if he had just eaten. “Feel okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’m just hungry is all. It’s been a couple of days and I’m already missing Nelly’s cooking.”

“You’re not the only one,” she said with a raise of her eyebrows. “Alex wanted a pesto omelette from her this morning.”

“Oh, man! I’ve been wanting an omelette from her lately, too!”

“An omelette and a piece of pie, too!” she exclaimed, and then she moved her gaze to Eric’s hands once more, right as he took something long and silvery out of his pocket. “Change of subject, how’s that space pen working for you?”

“It's fantastic,” he remarked with a little toss of his black hair back from the side of his neck. “I used it yesterday in Mr. Hansen’s class and—uh.”

“Huh?”

“A… certain someone gave it a funny look.”

Christine gaped at him. “Her?” He nodded his head. “Are you sure?”

“Am I sure of what?”

“Are you sure it was her?”

“Pretty sure,” he replied. “I don’t remember her name, exactly—Mr. Hansen said it with a slight sneer on his face, too, but I just had this hunch. She kept looking at the pen with this look of utter disdain, too.”

“Because she knows we took it,” she muttered, and Eric clasped onto his stomach again.

“Ooh, god… I have to eat something,” he told her. “‘Scuse me…”

“Yeah, yeah…” Her voice trailed off again as she watched him run over to the counter for something to eat. She wondered as to why Captain Howdy had transferred to one of Mr. Hansen’s other classes, especially when she knew that it was about a week too late to switch out to another class. Why would she change over to another class with Mr. Hansen and how did she undertake it as well.

She remembered that Alex had two hours free for lunch as well. Two hours free for lunch, when Captain Howdy had swapped out classes. Her heart sank as the truth dawned on her.

Her bottom lip trembled, and she ducked back over to the front doors on the far side of the room. She couldn’t stop the tears from falling, and she knew that they would freeze and stay that way over the course of the rest of the day: she held that big black case for her art as well, and thus, she had her hands full and no way of wiping away the tears right away. She returned outside, albeit without her hood upon her head. The love of her life was gone, and the man whom she had a crush on could not get away from the one who hurt him when he wanted love. She stood at the top step with her hands before her face as the tears streamed down. She hoped they would freeze over so everyone would witness the truth themselves.

“Christine?”

She dared not lift her head in his direction, wherever he came from there. All she wanted to do was find that overpass under the Long Island Turnpike and lay down in the black ice. At least she would be on the same territory as Chris.

“Christine?” His warm, full voice came in through the cold snow like a cup of mulled spice wine. She opened her eyes with the expectation that ice crystals formed on her lashes. She turned her attention to her left to find Alex’s silhouette headed towards her against the thick lake of pure white snow around them.

“Christine? Are you okay?” He took off his glasses and tucked them into his pocket. He reached her and held onto her shoulders with both hands.

“Are you okay?” He hung before her face with a concerned expression plastered across his own. Christine bowed her head and let more tears fall towards the earth.

“What happened?” She sniffled, and then Alex sniffled himself. She had to tell him the truth. She had to tell him her true feelings lest one of them freeze out there.

“What happened?” he asked her again, that time in a softer tone of voice. His long spindly fingers crept over her shoulders out of comfort.

“My heart is broken,” she finally said. She lifted her gaze to his face again, and he parted his lips at that: she could see the tears brimmed his eyes, and more so when he knitted his eyebrows together.

“How come?” he asked her in a gentle tone of voice, that soft cozy tone that she loved more than anything. He moved in closer to her as if to comfort her right there against the cold. She bowed her head again, and yet she had not an iota of courage to tell him. The desire was there, but the courage was not.

“It's okay,” Alex softly assured her; he cupped her face in his hands for a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “Take your time. It’s another hour before class starts. Really, there’s no rush.”

Christine sniffled and wiped away tears with the back of her sleeve. She had rested her black case against her knee, but at least the contents inside were protected against the cold snow.

“You know, I've just... I've been through a lot in my short time here on Earth,” was all she could muster. “Sometimes the wounds reopen for no reason.”

“There's always a reason,” he assured her. “Believe me, there is always a reason.” His phone vibrated right then. “Not now,” he scolded the little screen on top, and then he returned to her. “Trust me, there is always a reason as to why your wounds are open again.”

Nothing could stop the uneasy feeling inside of her at the thought of him having come back from lunch with Captain Howdy. Two hours away, it made sense to her the more she thought about it. All she could see upon looking into his face was that cold shadowy slasher smile that came after her and Eric. She thought about it as his phone vibrated in his pocket; Alex picked it out into the open and sighed.

“I don't really feel comfortable talking about this,” she confessed with a shake of her head.

“Again. There's no rush.” Alex held onto her hand and lifted it up to his cherry lips for a soft kiss on the back. He hooded those deep eyes and showed her a soft smile. “There is absolutely, positively no rush to tell. If anything, I'm just happier by the fact that you're here with me right now.” His phone vibrated again with another message. “I said, 'no'!” He tucked the phone back into his jeans pocket, and then he returned to her, still with that smile on his face. He then reached into his other pocket for something, and he showed her his black leather wallet.

“What’re you doing?” she asked him, and he took out a crisp twenty dollar bill, and she knew that he had just gotten paid.

“Here, buy yourself something to eat—you’ll feel better,” he promised her. Christine held onto the dollar bill, still with tears in her eyes.

“What about you, though?” she asked him.

“I’ll catch up with you,” he vowed. “I’m getting texts, I have to make a phone call now…” He stepped away from her, but then something overcame her.

“Alex!” she called after him once he reached the bottom of the steps. He turned around and gazed up at her with his eyebrows raised and his lips slightly parted.

“I love you,” she blurted out, and he stood still, a dark silhouette against the milky white snow on the ground around them. She felt the words run through her like the cold wintry winds. Her heart swelled as she thought about Chris: indeed, for a second, she believed that Alex had become Chris. The tears brimmed her eyes once more, but she pursed her lips in hopes to hold them back against the cold wind lest they freeze over.

“I love you,” she repeated the words that she could never say to Chris.

“I love you, too,” he called back. “I love you more, actually.” He showed her that lopsided grin accentuated by the falling snow all around them. He then puckered his lips at her and turned towards the street with his phone in hand. Christine glanced down at the twenty dollar bill in her hand, and she figured that a piece of pie would suffice, even if Nelly wasn’t there to make it for her.

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[burningdarkfire]

watching the final scenes of season one is insane because kendall is undergoing something life-changing but i'm still processing how shiv told tom she was cheating on him, strong-armed him into an open relationship, topped him, and then we go to tom doing a little shimmy down the stairs to uptown girls as he goes to kick his new wife's affair partner out of the wedding and forces him to pour the wine back into the bottle (this is a penis metaphor) and then after this little masculine roleplay he looks across the room and smiles at greg. and i'm supposed to what, concentrate on kendall?

[cosmicanger]

'Uptown Saturday Night' — Vibe Magazine (Sep, 1999) Photography by Arnaldo Anaya-Lucca, Text by Andre Harrell, Styling by Emil Wilbekin, Makeup by Greg Vaughan, and Hair by Dickey.

[protectgeorgeweasley]

LUMOS: “Duel” Playlist Instructions

1. “March of Mephisto (feat. Shagrath)” by Kamelot (The Personal Diary)

2. “I Bet My Life” by Vitamin String Quartet/”The Weasley Stomp” (September 30, 1999)

3. “Anything Can Happen” by Ellie Goulding (Sept. 31)

4. “Together We Are Free” by Andreas Kubler (Oct. 2, 5:12 p.m.)

5. “Holding Out for a Hero” by Nothing But Thieves (Same day, next scene; when you see the mother.)

6. “Butterfly’s Repose” by Zabawa (Same day, next scene; when they start speaking about Crookshanks).

7. “Hold My Girl” by George Ezra (Oct. 2, 10:00 p.m.).

8. “Fireworks” by Nicholas Hooper (Oct. 4)

9. “Threnody” by Goldmund (Same scene, when you see Bill)

10. “Will I Find My Home” by Juniper Vale, Vian Izak (Same scene, after).

11. “Lost Boy” by Ruth B. (Oct. 5)

12. “Remember Not to Forget” by Audiomachine (Oct. 6)

13. “Somewhere Only We Know” by Lily Allen (Oct. 8)

14. “Another Lifetime” by Nao (Same scene, at the mention of Nintendo).

15. “Kaleidoscope” by A Great Big World (Oct. 10)

16. “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” by The Beatles (Same day, you’ll know. Briefly at first, then again.)

17. “Yesterday” by The Beatles (End of prior scene through Oct. 11)

18. “Don’t Give Up On Me” by Andy Grammar (Oct. 12)

19. “6 Pieces for Piano…” by Ottorino Respighi and Magdalena Hoffmann (Oct. 13)

20. “King Arthur: Legend of the Sword” by Daniel Pemberton (Same scene, when you see the newcomers).

21. “Jackseye’s Tale” by Daniel Pemberton (Same scene, directly after).

22. “The Born King” by Daniel Pemberton (Same scene, directly after).

23. “Theory of Light” by Eternal Eclipse (Same day, next scene, when they start to share).

24. “Be Bold and Be Brave” by Secession Studios and Greg Dombrowski (Oct. 14)

25. “Sign of the Times” by Music Lab Collective (same day, directly after the prior, through the next scene.)

26. “Stillness (Reworked)” by Poppy Ackroyd (Oct. 15)

27. “Running Up That Hill” by Unsecret String Quartet (Oct. 16-Oct. 18)

28. “Under Grey Skies” by Kamelot (Oct. 19, when you see Bill)

29. “Don’t Speak” by Hidden Citizens and Tim Halperin (same date, next scene)

30. “Hallelujah” by Music Lab Collective (Oct. 20—through both songs, on repeat, really.)

31. “Nevertheless, She Persisted” by Audiomachine (Oct. 21)

32. “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Built By Titan and Skybourne (Same day, 9:12 p.m.)

33. “Hallelujah” again. (Oct. 22)

34. “Fables” by Secession Studios (Oct. 24)

35. “Take A Chance on Me” by Music Lab Collective (same day, at scene break)

36. “The Wisp Sings” by Winter Aid, then “Split” by WYS (Oct. 25)

37. “Boreas” by The Oh Hellos (Oct. 26)

38. “Oh, What A Life” by American Authors (Oct. 26, 11:37 p.m.)

39. “North” by Sleeping at Last (Oct. 28)

40. “Castle” by Halsey (Oct. 29)

41. “Minesweeper” by Audiomachine (same day, at the scene break)

42. “Nazca” by Mark Petrie (Same day, when you hear Vane).

43. “Chiquitita-Instrumental” by Chillout Lounge OR “Chiquitita Ending-Piano Version” by your movie soundtrack (Same day, you’ll know/when you hear the music, of course).

44. “Down By The Lake” by Trent Ivor (Same scene, directly after; [spoiler/confirmation, though it’s pretty obvious, likely] Yes, this is who you think it is—and yes, this is a plot aside hidden inside the playlist for those who look here.)

45. “Bad to the Bone” by 2Wei and Bri Bryant (Oct. 30; —you’ll probably know, but when Hermione takes the podium)

46. “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel (Same day, you’ll know).

47. “Runaway – Piano Version” by your movie soundtrack (Nov. 4 – first part of Nov. 5).

48. “Atlas” by Secession Studios (Nov. 5, at the interruption).

49. “Minesweeper” by Audiomachine again (Same day, right after the previous/when you see George’s full name)

50. “Luminosa” by Secession Studios (Same scene, when you see “George felt eleven years old.”)

51. “This Is Our Legacy” by Zack Hemsey (Same day, 5:00 p.m. at the scene break)

52. “Kneel Before the Crown” by Audiomachine (same scene, at “willow”).

53. “Don’t Speak” by Hidden Citizens and Tim Halperin (same scene, right after the previous).

54. “Dynasty” by MIIA (Same day, 10:00 p.m.)

55. “Colder Heavens” by Blanco White (Nov. 6)

56. “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet (Same scene, while listening to the conversation with Mr. Weasley)

57. “Dynasty” again (same scene, after the previous, until the end).

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The National Association of Negro Musicians, Inc. is one of the oldest organizations in the US dedicated to the preservation, encouragement, and advocacy of all genres of the music of African-Americans. NANM had its beginning on May 3, 1919, in DC at a temporary initial conference of “Negro” musicians under the leadership of Henry Grant and Nora Holt. Within Members lend their support and influence—educators and professional musicians share their musical knowledge, and amateurs and enthusiasts grow in their musical enjoyment.

NANM has provided encouragement and support to thousands of African American musicians, many of whom have become respected figures and have contributed to American culture and music history. The organization has awarded scholarships to scores of talented young musicians throughout the country, including Marian Anderson, William L. Dawson, Florence Price, Margaret Bonds, Warren George Wilson, James Frazier, Julia Perry, Grace Bumbry, Leon Bates, Joseph Joubert, and Awadagin Pratt.

Many international personalities have been presented in performance, including Lena Horne, Todd Duncan, John W. Work, R. Nathaniel Dett, Marian Anderson, Edward Boatner, Camille Nickerson, Clarence Cameron White, Margaret Bonds, Florence B. Price, Etta Moten, Betty Allen, Natalie Hinderas, Adele Addison, Kermit Moore, Simon Estes, George Shirley, Robert McFerrin, Shirley Verrett, Jessye Norman, Carl Rossini Diton, Sanford Allen, Derek Lee Ragin, the Uptown String Quartet, Esther Hinds, Ruby Hinds, Wilhelmenia Fernandez, the Hinds Sisters, William Warfield, Benjamin Matthews, the Albert McNeil Jubilee Singers, Harolyn Blackwell, Billy Taylor, Delphin and Romain, Greg Hopkins, Martina Arroyo, and Nina Simone.

Clinicians and lecturers of note include Carl Diton, Warner Lawson, Frederick Hall, Kemper Harreld, Wendell Whalum, Eileen Southern, Doris Evans McGinty, Alain Locke, Grace Bumbry, Sylvia Olden Lee, James Cleveland, Raoul Abdul, Matthew Kennedy, Geneva Handy Southall, Sowah Mensah, Willis Patterson, Roland Carter, Brazeal Dennard, Robert Harris, and Shirley Verrett. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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Maceo Parker-2003 [FULL CONCERT] Jazzwoche Burghausen

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MACEO PARKER FEBRUARY 14, 1943

A TRIBUTE TO THE FUNKY ALTO SAXOPHONIST Alto-saxophonist Maceo Parker was born on February 14, 1943 in Kinston, North Carolina.

He grew up in a musical family and played some obscure musical jobs before gaining fame for his association with James Brown during 1964-70.

In 1970, Parker left Brown to form Maceo & All the King’s Men before rejoining Brown for two additional years (1973-75); the altoist was an integral part of Brown’s sound during his stints and, while he could play jazz, r&b, soul and funk were always his main interests.

Parker switched allegiances during 1975-83 when he joined George Clinton in Parliament-Funkadelic; he was back with Brown during 1984-88.

Maceo Parker began seriously leading his own groups in 1990 and since then has primarily been heard as a leader (heading at least a dozen albums) other than occasional all-star dates with Brown alumni, a few special concerts with Prince, and a tour in which he led the Ray Charles Orchestra, mostly singing in a style strongly influenced by Charles.

He is featured in a full set with his band at the 2003 International Jazzwoche Burghausen Festival in Germany.

Personnel:

Maceo Parker, alto sax & vocals Ron Tooley, trumpet Greg Boyer, trombone Corey Parker, vocals Will Boulware, organ & keyboards Bruno Speight, guitar Rodney Curtis, bass Jamal Thomas, drums Martha High, vocals Charles Sherrell, vocals

Set List:

1 “Gimme Some More” 2 “Uptown Up” 3 “Baby Knows” 4 “There Was a Time” 5 “My Love / Hey Jude”

-Scott Yanow

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New Brunswick Museum staying put in Saint John

After years filled with COVID-19 closures and uncertainties surrounding its future, a light can now be seen at the end of the tunnel for the New Brunswick Museum.

The museum has announced plans to move forward with a revitalization project, awarded to architect group Diamond Schmitt, for its original home on Douglas Avenue in Saint John.

“That building has been ‘the museum’ for almost a century,” says New Brunswick Museum board chair Kathy Hamer. “To expand the building with modern 21st century architecture, which will allows us to one a museum under one roof, that’s the aspiration at this point.”

The current structure on Douglas Avenue will be revamped and expanded to nearly 165,000 square feet, which will lead to the demolition of five neighbouring properties. A park on the other side of the museum will remain untouched.

Hamer says while some sections of the building will have to come down, iconic parts of the original museum like the winding staircase and main entrance will remain as true as possible to its original look.

“The face of that building has really been the iconic face of the museum for many, many years,” Hamer says. “That’s [one of] the part we hope to salvage.”

The contents of the museum had been split between Douglas Avenue and an exhibit inside uptown’s Market Square for the past few years, with both permanently closing in fall of 2022. The artifacts will be stored in Saint John at a warehouse until the museum reopens to the public.

The goal is have the museum open during the first quarter of 2026, which Hamer admits is an ambitious goal.

“We feel it’s better to set an ambitious target,” Hamer says. “Because that keeps us moving towards something without losing momentum.”

The project is estimated to come in at a cost of $150 million, which will be partially funded by government programs. Much of the money will be raised through community fundraisers.

New Brunswick Historical Society president Greg Marquis admits he was surprised to hear the museum would stay on Douglas Avenue, but is looking forward to its return.

“We are the only province that has been without a museum that was operated for tourism,” Marquis says. “But also, the museum played a number of other roles in the community as well as a meeting space.”

Marquis notes having that meeting space has been missed in recent years.

“We are trying to rebound people coming back to Saint John and the uptown areas,” Marquis says. “I think we need that, and we need that space.”

Residents will have a chance to provide their input on the museum’s new look in a series of public engagement sessions to be held around the province. Officials are hopeful to begin those meetings in the early fall of 2023.

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/iVaPBSl

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stop sex worker stigma smh let willa slay

don't cramp roman's style..

LMAO KENDALL YELLING AT HIS KID

why does he [kendall] walk like a sim

lol i hope the launch explodes-OH???

connor babycakes you would not get a single vote

yeah roman how did the launch go :)

i want to see logan going through a burger king drive-thru

HAHA roman's sad eyes

i would let shiv [redacted redacted redacted redacted] with a [redacted redacted redacted] until i [redacted redacted redacted redacted]

LMAO TOM RHYMING WIFE WITH LIFE

his little 'oh!' when logan tapped his shoulder.. gay ass

GET A JOB! STAY AWAY FROM HER! (@nate)

yeah shiv has a point this is her wedding day

roman my little nepo baby<3

HAHA his 'this guy :D'

"greg the motherfuckin' egg".. yeah.

O__O

yeah tbh good ground to cover before you get married lol

uptown girl!

nate's about to get beaten up >__>

LMAO PUT IT BACK NATE

UHH? THE GLANCE ?

something tells me there's gonna be a deer cameo in this ep...

O______O

NO WAY DID HE NEED TO PULL THE WHEEL LIKE THAT?? you're supposed to just hit the deer

oh jesus fucking christ

surely he's leaving footprints everywhere especially in the mud? i also feel like his phone could tie him to the crash

maybe i'm a hater i just dont see how he could get away w that

ooooh someone's in trouuuuble

OHHHH SHIT

holy shit

this is so fucked up but why am i buying into this

'youre my boy.. you're my number one boy'.. i'm so normal.

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Greg Tarzan Davis has got some moves!

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