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[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Has anyone’s signed cd(s) shipped yet?

[demonoflight]

Big Dad and Big Ma! Well, those aren't their real names, of course. They just thought the Big Man moniker was so cute and encouraged Frye to come up with nicknames for them too! Super embarrassing for their son at the time, but he's grown to love those nicknames and uses them regularly when discussing his parents with his friends.

Big Dad's real name is... as long as his son's lol. He was the head of the Manta clan for 25 years before passing the role to Big Man. He isn't particularly old, but he felt severe burnout and has full confidence in his son. He still happily advises him from the sidelines. Big Dad is a very warmhearted and laid back guy, and always has a pep in his step. He dedicates retirement to spending more time with his family, watching classic movies and adding to his vinyl collection. Naturally, he got a signed Anarchy Rainbow special edition vinyl!

Big Ma's real name is Ana Maria, and she isn't a Splatsville native! An aspiring dancer, she came from a faraway southwestern country to study at the Manda Ryuu school, and fell in love with her charming and handsome instructor - a manta her own age later known as Big Dad. Nowadays, Big Ma is a senior instructor at the school. She encourages Big Man to be independent and taught him many things like cooking and playing piano with much love and patience. She is a voracious reader, plays the berimbau, and is a total sweetheart.

[yourqueerauntiescrisis]

HeadCannons

First of all, I would just love to say thank you for the overwhelming positive support for my headcannons!

I feel like Eddie's family would all have jobs that would have to do with delivery services. His mother was a mail carrier. His father would probably would have been a milkman. On top of that, his Zayde (Yiddish for grandfather) would have been an iceman. From the late 19th century to the mid-20th century, in cities and towns, icemen would commonly make daily rounds delivering ice for iceboxes before the electric domestic refrigerator became commonplace.

In storage, some of the scrapped puppets had started a bustling little town of their own! Using the scrapped sets that were abandoned for new episode ideas. Wally sometimes goes there to check on his neighbors and for a change of scenery. (Shh! Don't tell the others.)

Frank started to cook after hearing the phrase "A way to a man's heart is through his stomach," and they wanted to see if it was true when it came wooing Eddie. Well, it turns out they have a talent for it! Frank cooks mostly for Eddie and has a sense of pride seeing him enjoy the meals they cook.

The neighbors all have a story where they have accidentally called Poppy "Mom/Mother/Mama/Ma." Wally had accidentally said it first with "Mother." Eddie, unfortunately, had accidentally called her "Mama" the most. Poppy doesn't mind. She loves it! 💕

Julie understands sign language because her brother, Jonesy, is deaf and Frank uses sign language to communicate when overwhelmed. Jonesy and Julie are teaching Eddie what some signs mean so that he can understand Frank on their rough days.

Howdy has old vinyl records that were gifted to him by some celebrity guests from their respective episodes. He loves them and listens to them often.

Eddie used to have a Pen-Pal segment that was scrapped in favor of his crafts segment. Most of his old Pen-Pals live in storage. Anything scrapped is erased from the neighborhood's memory except Wally's. Eddie's memory had been impacted the most because of it. But he has been saying some of their names lately, causing Wally to be feeling suspicious/guilty.

[kaaaaaaarf]

☕️ and your fav vinyl albums and why / where you got them :)

Oooh! Such a tough call. Okay, hmm.

Any vinyl that I bought on vacation are very precious to me because they remind me of that adventure. Last year in NYC I bought: Skinty Fia by Fontaines DC, Multitudes by Feist (brand new for $10!!???!!!) and Hatful of Hollow by The Smiths. In London last month I bought a used second edition release of Blue Monday by New Order.

I'm also extremely fond of my Sorry Ma Forgot To Take Out The Trash (by The Replacements) vinyl, because it's one of my all time fav albums and I never thought I'd have it on vinyl.

My Stick Season (by Noah Kahan) vinyl is special because B got it signed for me, so not only is it signed but it makes me think of B whenever I play it.

Finally, I think Es ist abend, und wir sitzen bei mir by Annenmaykantereit. I had to special order it from Germany when it was released and I treasure it so much.

<3

send me a ☕️ and a topic and i’ll talk about how i feel about it

[f1-giuki]

A Sunday Kind of Love 6 is at +13k words and I don't know how longer it will get, probably a lot, I love it.

Should I add a scene where Max, on the phone with Charles’s mom, dyes Charles’ hair?

And, here's a snippet of the fic! Enjoy!

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The next morning Max is awake and not too dumbed by a long 12-hour nap. All the tiredness he accumulated caught up with him. He wakes up rather early and manages to eat half of the sweets in the pantry for breakfast. He drinks a red red bull can, the only one he's allowed in the house, and he walks upstairs to turn on the simulator. He might do some endurance racing until lunch.

As the computer turns on he checks his messages. There are a few texts from Charles, a bunch of I lost my dildo, do you know where my pink dildo is texts, a picture of a cake his mother made with a finger half covering the camera lens, another one without the finger, a video Arthur took of Charles asleep on the sofa snoring loudly, you stole my highway pass!!, BASTARD!, then Charles texts him the time he will leave for Italy, two days later, Max blinks twice when he sees that Charles will drive from Monaco to their place.

Babe, are you insane?

Wait, don't answer… What will you do today?

He texts and grins when he sees Charles's answer, a sticker of his face holding a red triangle sign saying 'don't'. Max laughs.

I'll sleep again, go to your place since mine is flooded with people outside, I'll help mom make a menu for the dinner with the cousins and then I'll probably be forced to make lasagne for lunch by Arthur, he doesn't let me live after the ones I made for Easter

Tell him that the next time you fall asleep he should draw a dick on your forehead

Like he did last week

absolutely no, don't give him strange ideas

You're lucky I don't have his number

I know you think I lack self-preservation instincts, but I don't go that far

I miss you

I love you

I love you too

don't let Arthur wait for his food

Blah blah blah, ttyl <3

God you're so sexy when you use millennial slang

Max smiles and puts his phone on the Red Bull mini-fridge he has in the sim room, next to his first world championship trophy. A curious piece of tat. He sits down and fixes the camera in front of him. He still has an hour before he needs to turn it on and join a live stream with his sim racing team. He grins and opens goat simulator and takes his phone to text Lando.

Wanna do one hour of goat simulator before I go live?

Fuck yeah, mate

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Max's stomach rumbles at half past noon, while he's still streaming and, after five minutes of good teasing, he turns off the live stream, and goes to the kitchen, trying to understand what to make. He looks at the package of tagliatelle Charles bought but didn't like. It's been sitting on the counter for two weeks. He takes it and grins as he opens the pantry filled with stacked jars of fancy tomato sauce. Charles really has a problem…

"Okay, that will do," he mumbles as he takes a new jar.

He puts on another Paul Simon vinyl and jams to the music while cutting onions and garlic, humming the words of 50 Ways to leave your lover. Max grins and puts the chopped stuff in a little bowl. Charles has taught him to be organised in the kitchen and he's trying. His phone starts ringing and Max stops the music to pick it up. It’s a number he hasn’t saved in his contacts, an Italian number.

"Hello?"

"Ciao zio Max! Sono Lorenzo!" Hi uncle Max! I'm Lorenzo!

"Ciao Lorenzo, come stai?” Hi Lorenzo, how are you? He asks with a big smile on his face.

“Tutto bene, scusa se ti chiamo, ma mia mamma non riesce a venirmi a prendere a scuola… Potresti passare tu?”

“Aspetta, I don’t understand, one second, un secondo…” Max says as he hurries to the living room to take his tablet with him and opens Google Translate.

“Parla, per favore,” Speak, please. He says and Lorenzo repeats the phrase. All’s good, sorry if I’m calling you, but my mom can’t pick me up from school… Could you come and pick me up?

[earthbaby-angelboy]

(I'm hoping this might help distract you a bit)

Here's something interesting about me:

My first name is Erin (E's middle name, though of course spelled differently)

I was born a week after E (on January 15th, 1992)

I don't know if this is true or not, but I swear I remember hearing from a relative once that my mom and dad were listening to Elvis in the car while bringing me home from the hospital.

...I don't know, it kind of makes me wonder if E's spirit was watching over me from the beginning or something. I'm sorry, I probably sound like I'm nuts lol!

(thank you lovely, i really do appreciate it. in turn, i’ll give some facts too!)

1. my aunt’s father was stationed in memphis and met elvis there. he asked for an autograph, and he ended up getting two. the story goes that elvis went to sign one side of the vinyl, but his pen crapped out so he flipped it and signed the other side too! my aunt never inherited the autograph, cause her dad gave it to his girlfriend at the time🥲

2. i have a long ass name. my first name is reid-callahan, but on here i shorten it to calla cause it’s more cutesy. my confirmation name is concetta (“conception” in italian, in honor of the virgin mary), and my middle name is kobain. so, my full name (not including my last cause privacy lol) is reid-callahan “calla” concetta kobain. jesus christ. /j

3. some songs that have been on repeat recently are “girls just wanna have fun” by cyndi lauper, “guaglione” by connie francis, “this night has opened my eyes” by the smiths, “no particular place to go “ by chuck berry, and “hound dog” by big mama thornton.

4. i have a memorial photo of elvis from 1978 in its original frame. it has the lyrics to “love me tender” on it. this, alongside my silhouette ring and locket bracelet, are my most prized possessions.

4. you do NOT sound nuts. i believe his spirit was watching over me from the beginning too. when i went to the theatres to see the movie and my ma took a picture of me, the time stamp was 3:33. i can’t tell you the amount of times i’ve been upset or begging for a sign that things will work out, and i look at the clock and see an angel number while one of his songs come on. i truly don’t believe that’s a coincidence :,)

thank ya, this helped <3

[moonillfated]

✩░▒▓▆ 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ▆▓▒░✩

"'Cause I'm losing what's left of my dignity, a small price I'll pay to see that you're happy. Forget all the disappointments you have faced, open up your worried world and let me in." 🚬

Or; Two rockstars talk about constellations, trash polka, and sparklers that smell of fake IDs & leftover cereal.

☆ Merry X-Mas @raggedy-dxctor

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There's a buzzing stuck under Corin's skin, electric and charged. Somehow, he thinks while his blood rushes with glitter missiles, it never gets old to feel this whizzing rush after a performance. Sharp, tangy citrus clings to his hair - pomelo soda whose sparkling bubbles wet his hazel locks, excitement forces you to spill a whole juice can at the final vocal pitch of Puppy Love. Somehow, even though sour acid of tonic makes his eyes burn, he blinks evenly against the flashing spotlights. Mirth, sequins- there's leopard print beneath that makes his knees buckle, his nose twitch. Dressed in primary colors and geometric spangles, 'you look like a fruitloop' says a cocky voice, slight smokers rasp. For a hot minute he's in on a different stage, between nicotine, blueberry rum rinsed leather - standing like a gunslinger or gargoyle with razor lyrics.

More neon beams onto his sweaty face as he closes his eyes, simply bathing in whatever syrupy vapor decides to float his way. All sorts of gifts are thrown at him, flowers and clothing articles - the cheers of the crowd fade into a low hum, like fireflies or the static of a boombox. And he can't help but grin, alive and lungs full of candid fog that creeps put of the machine. Tounge stained with mandarin cough drops, Corin blows a playful kiss at his audience and waves. He smells the acetone of his neatly applied nail polish on his curled fist around the microphone. Lights drop like molten gold from the ceiling of the backdrop, cheap, popsicle wrapper tattoos line his arms - rhinestone stickers, he's pretty sure specks of a glowstick are jumbled with his freckles, like the briolette, kandi bracelets wrapped around his wrists.

"Thank you everyone, for coming tonight!" Corin shouts, beaming at the loud screaming he gets in return. A flamingo platform with a number - like watching surfing videos. Transparent ballyhoos hug and wrench him to remain longer, pleading for encores or just a little chat. It warms his heart that so many individuals love his gigs, how lionized and feted he felt upon stepping up that familiar vinyl. He skips down the steps, grinning softly when his managers and team shove a bottle of fresh water into his sweaty palms. He poured his soul into every single note, made sure to swallow melodies like cinnamon whiskey. There's a hand on his shoulder, a pat from his drummer and member compliments, air clinging heavy to tunes, reluctant to let them dwindle into oblivion. He peeks behind the curtains at the swaying sea of bodies still raw, full of energy, faces blurred into flushed cheeks and mascara striped tears. Corin snickers, perks his sticky lips, and dissappears behind the seashell curved amphitheater before his supervisors can even realize he's gone.

He has never snuck out as a teenager before, but Milo described the thrill of breaking patterns, busted knuckles, and scatterbrained limericks he wrote on license plates. He rummages through his messy suitcase and pulls out the patched, shearling aviator bomber. He steps over setlists, ginger ale cans, tinsel - nearly trips and breaks his nose. It feels tipsy to tip-toe across the dressing room, still high on cologne and adrenaline, helium miasma, sonic bubbles. He just needs to manage to slip past unseen, a little shadow in denim and disco, guided by nothing but the distant flicker of an exit sign.

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It's rare their schedules mix, allign. Scuffed, road-worn converse tap along the cool pavement. He curses, pulls his jacket a bit tighter, and hisses through his teeth. Thankfully, Corin didn't have any unfortunate run-ins with fans that yanked at the chainlink fences behind the vents. He did see all the posters with out of pocket messages, camera clicks from paparazzi. Slowly, the moon winks at him behind the tattered clouds, twinkles of metal halides, traffic poles - he allows himself the freedom to pick up a penny. The spot they agreed to meet up at is not far away from his concert location, down the alley and up the main subway road. Tyres reek of blistering rubber, he hears them before he notices the black Trans Am pull up beside him - bronze firebird bastard.

He stops, crosses his arms, taps his foot impatiently. The driver of the old timer brings his vehicle to a low, gravelly bellow. Once he comes to a halt, rolling down his tinted window, the ebony haired male at the wheel lulls his head to the rim. "Get in." He instructs, scratchy, husky - eyes zipping to his rear view mirror. And he does, all too comfortable and familiar. The seats are cold, worn surfaces that have him scooting further inside until he settles snugly into the passanger spot. It smells of remote Septembers, tobacco, parrafin paint, and horror movie nights. All of a sudden, he is ten and in New Jersey, there's a boy with a bruise on his jaw and he is the only person who approaches the snaggle-toothed delinquent. Now he sits with the same man, looking at his inked limbs that he remembers patching up one too many times, gauze, bandaids.

"Did anyone see ya'?" And there's playfulness to the question, eager and bone crushing. He rolls his brown eyes, going to turn up the radio as Milo hurries up the roaring car. It swerves almost lazily. "I wouldn't be here if someone did, idiot." Corin flops his head against the rest and glances at his friend waggish, pure - of course the younger male refuses to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his stare, drifting his icy orbs, illuminating diodes. There's no riposte, no jab or snarky comment. Even though he was fully expecting one back, it's surprisingly nice to bathe in silence that will never feel awkward. Jumping out of his skin, the spikes of the tallers cufflinks graze his bare knees through the rips, holes of his baggy jeans. A few creative vulgar phrases later and fidgeting with the glove box, he slams the compartment hard until it pops open. Puzzled, he observes the cluttered drawer, not bothering to catch the fallen zippo or dice keychain.

"Grab that shit for me, would ya'?" He doesn't get what first, but one tattooed finger points at a cardboard container. He reaches and takes it - Blockbuster Sparklers, he steals a bounty bar too. Comics, epipen and cellophane, altoid mints and cash. It's all so chaotic but neat at the same time, Corin scoffs at the british branded hinge-lid packs of burning cancer on top of a guitar chip pouch, Woodbine. "This?" He holds it up, dangling the white case to make sure he didn't mix it up with a cigarette receptacle. Milo nods curtly, abrubtly cutting a serrated corner to escape the bustling gridlock so they get out of the city hub faster. He shuffles a bit to regain his position and shoots an offended glare at the pale bassist. "Still can't believe you're legally allowed to drive." To prove the point, he veers his beloved vintage car more promptly down a busy boulevard.

"I will file a lawsuit, in case you forgot we're both kind of famous." Milo gives him a look, annoyed and snide. Corin huffs as he peels open his chocolate and bites a mouth full of creamy coconut. It's only ten minutes more until he parks by an abandoned warehouse, always the same, empty lot by the toyons, where the meter maids never check. It's impressive how well he knew the Los-Angeles streets, every lane, crescent. Ceasing their bickering for later, the lead vocalist and shredder both leave Milo's ride to tackle the vacant depot. Vandalized graffiti masonry, ivy shrouded walls that coil all the way up towards the flat roof. He fiddles with the keys and locks the car with a dramatic jingle, confident, arrogant even. Fishnet sleeves, biker jersey with random pins he most likely pocketed off of his devotees, Corin follows the flashy M sewed onto his lanky back - not being able to resist shoving him.

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If there's one thing Corin never expected to do, it's to associate torrid smoke with home, to make his toes curl. It clings in the late night, summer breeze and roves, tangles with the scent of rotten heat. He takes a sip of his capri sun, plops a fourth haribo sour worm, and inches just a tad closer to the slates to watch all the town's flickering lustre. "Deneb is such a fuckin' diva." He hears Milo grumble, puffing out a cloud of toxins.

"Deneb?" He asks, chewing the pink and yellow gummy. His friend drones, taking a deep drag. He raises his pointer, chipped black. "That guy." Following his directions to see a cluster of stars that spiral like a bird, wings spread and twinkling. "A real show stopper." Apparently he was an astrologer too, not just a lavish strummer. Corin never payed attention to constellations much, nor did he openly research their names and shapes. This one however was exactly like Milo said, a peacock amongst the vast midnight blue. "Takes one to know one." He nudges his side light-heartedly, laughing, alive and full of holograms, singapore sling with too much pineapple. It glistens just as he gets a punch delivered to his shoulder, exactly with the clenched hand decorated in trash polka designs - some crimson, obsidian calligraphy and ravens.

"Shut the fuck up and hand me the firecrackers." He pops another candy into his mouth and hands him the dangerous toys. Milo rubs out his coffin nail onto the bricks, it sizzles and dissolves into a pile of rutilant ashes. Corin holds his one out and waits till the other lights it, gasoline and blaze, until it crackles wickedly against the thin skin of his hands like popping kerosene. He's twelve again, for the second time after his tiring show, in prep school - on the creaking laminate of their gym. A boy with a grumpy sneer, bleeding nose, another kid with granola bars and Alcott's novel clutched firmly. A few years later, those same fingers hold a bowl of leftover cheerios, fake IDs, switchblades and rosaries. But right now, even with all the hectic work their lifestyles include, it's just two people breathing something rich, voltaic.

[goldrose-star]

Of first impressions and coincidental meetings pt. 2 🌱

This is the second part of "Of first impressions and coincidental meetings".

The first part can be found here.

Let me know what you think if you'd like and I'd be happy if you guys have any constructive criticism to spare for me 💖

Again, sorry in advance for mixing up / jumping between present and past tense and/or any typos 🙏

Clay, Jay, Griffin and Emmett (Carnal Messiah) belong to @rottent33th and AJ belongs to me 💖😊

Story under cut

Moving in - Between boxes blooming feelings 📦🏡

In the next couple of days after AJ had signed the purchase contract for her cabin, located just on the outskirts of Killmor that she could now proudly call her own, she drove back to her previous apartment and packed the rest of her belongings, that weren't already in the cabin. Her friend Liam helped her load everything in the truck that was gonna bring her possessions to Killmor. He has been friends with AJ since she could remember, like some sort of big brother that she never had.

After the long drive back to Killmor, including a few pauses, buying fast food, catching up and sharing laugher and jokes, they started to unpack. It took them both about two hours until every piece of furniture and every box was unloaded and inside her new home. By the time they finished it was around six o'clock. Then came the time to say goodbye.

Liam pulled AJ against his chest. "Take care of yourself, you hear me? I want you to call at least every two weeks or so. I'm gonna miss seeing you. Come visit if you find the time.". AJ playfully rolled her eyes which he couldn't see, hugged him back and answered "Yes dad. Ya know I will. If there is anything, I'll call. And take care of yourself as well.".

He gave her one last squeeze before letting go. Accompanying him outside she called to him before he could get inside his car, "Tell ma, dad and Jace I love them when you talk to them or see them!". "Don't worry, I will!" he winked. The young woman waved as his car backed out of her driveway.

A couple of hours later AJ had already swiped off the dust from every surface of furniture, which had accumulated over the time that she had searched for a new home, and wiped the floors with floor cleaner that smelled like lily of the valley. Liam has helped her move and set up the furniture that was to heavy moving alone in each room.

Sitting on the floor surrounded by boxes she was currently nursing a bottle of passion fruit flavoured keg soda while'Thirty Seconds To Mars - Kings and Queens' was playing on her vinyl player. She opened two more boxes, one containing various books, another one movies and games. Behind her a chain of fairy lights was sitting on her coffee table, just waiting to be put up near the ceiling around the living room.

Around eight o'clock Clay was driving back home from band practice then he saw light gently shining through the curtains in the cabin that he knew now belonged to his new friend AJ. It seemed like she was back, having left a week ago to move her things from her old apartment. The cabin was located about five miles outside of town, nearly half the distance to Clay's cabin. He decided to swing by, parking his beloved rusty blue 1967 Chevy Impala in the small driveway next to AJ's ochre painted Opel Kadett C Caravan. Telling himself that he was just checking in on her, making sure she was okay.

Turning off the ignition he walks up the few steps, her front porch already adorned with a wind chime, swaying softly in the evening breeze. Her doormat welcoming him as he knocks a few times, hearing music from the other side of the door.

Light footsteps can be heard before coming to a halt behind the door. A moment later said door opens, revealing AJ. She was wearing a old washed-out band tee from Guns n' Roses, short pyjama pants and a pair of white socks that reached her shins. The beige knee-length cardigan he has seen her wear before, in the forest, was loosely hugging her figure.

"Clay? What are you doing here? Did ya missed me already?", her expression turned from initially surprised to something that came close to amusement. It made the corner of her lips pick up and her eyes shine, highlighting the inner golden ring encircling the iris of her eyes. The redhead scoffed halfheartedly, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance as his freckled cheeks coloured the tiniest tinge of pink and he couldn't help himself from instinctively responding with a genuine smile of his own. He did miss her. Replying "You wish darlin'. I didn't knew ya were back in town. I saw that the lights were on by chance." to which she answered with "Yeah, I just came back today. A friend of mine helped me pack and move the furniture. You want to come inside?". She held the door wider open, stepping aside.

The redhead thanked her, stepping inside. Letting his eyes wander over the room he found it was almost fully furnitured, about a dozen cartons still laying around on the floor.

He remembered something, seeing the open moving boxes containing the books. "I still have your tote bag in my car." he said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. "Keep it. In case you need it, I have more than enough of these." was her response, waving her hand, the different rings on her fingers catching and reflecting the light at various angles.

[AJ recalled that they had decided to watch a movie that night after AJ had showed him around her new home, Clay commenting on different kinds of furniture and decoration. "I don't even know what movie we watched. I think it was some old classic." she shrugged.]

Clay enjoyed spending time with her, even while doing such mundane things like watch TV in the middle of the night. The light of the television illuminated the room softly, both of them sitting on her couch, a blanket wrapped around AJ's shoulders. He was about to lean over to her to tell her something when a weight gently set against his shoulder and he turned his head to see that AJ had fallen asleep, her breathing slow and rhythmical.

He took it as his sign to leave. Supporting her head he got up, pulling one of the throw pillows from the corner of the sofa before slowly laying her down on it. Rearranging the blanket he tugged it up to her shoulders and under her chin. Despite himself he reached out, tenderly caressing her rosy cheek with the back of his long fingers.

"Good night sweetpea, sweet dreams." the young man whispered before standing up and making his way to the front door, gently opening and closing it on his way out into the night.

Moving to Killmor would be one of the best decisions AJ ever made, she would come to find out.

Concert - Free drinks 🎤🍹

[serendipity -> the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way / finding something good without looking for it]

[epiphany -> a moment of sudden and great revelation or realisation / a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of something that is very important to you]

Pretending to be AJ's boyfriend has most definitely not been one of Clay's plans for tonight, as he and the other members of Carnal Messiah entered the stage, but he definitely wasn't about to complain about it.

AJ was currently sitting at the bar, sipping the rest of her first Piña Colada for the night, enjoying the music, cheering for the performing band with the small group of people that seemed to be fans. It may have been an odd choice for a drink but it was her favorite and she wasn't about to let anybody ruin it for her. What she didn't expect was the incoming trouble.

She ordered her second drink, about to pay for it as a hand reached out, credit card between pointer and middle finger. "Don't worry that pretty head of yours, I'll pay." a grating voice said. Looking over, a middle-aged man winked at her, wearing a three piece suit. Outgrown hair that reached just over his ears slicked back, stubbles around his chin and a smarmy smirk plastered on his face. AJ was trying her hardest to hold back the snarky reply that was sitting on the tip of her tongue, trying instead to smile politely.

"You come here often, pretty doll?" he asked, his hand moving in the direction of her skirt-dressed thigh. Little did he know what he had coming for him.

As their set was over and they were backstage Jay said his goodbye to the other band members, Clay included, having a shift tomorrow morning at the record store. The rest decided to stay there for a drink or two. Heading towards the bar the redhead spotted AJ, some guy sitting next to her.

Seeing how that creep's hand dipped down towards AJ's knee made before unknown jealous pump through his veins and his fists clench. Before the guy had the chance to rest his hand on her Clay was already making his way over to the bar with big steps, coming to a halt in front of them, throwing his arm in a protective manner around AJ's shoulder.

"That guy bothering you, sugar?" he asked instead, opting to play pretend, making sure it was loud enough for the guy to hear. It achieved the desired effect, the man retracting his hand as if he had burned himself. His eyes widend as Clay's hazel eyes turned to AJ and he gave her a charming smile. She immediately knew what Clay was doing and decided to play along. Shaking her head no, she answered "No. Actually, he was just about to leave, honey.". The redhead hummed in return, ensuring that the guy was looking and to get the message, that AJ's wasn't for him to touch, across, he softly gripped her chin and locked eyes with her to search for any sign of a 'no', which he found non, just a slight, aproving tilt of her head. That was all the sign he needed before he planted his lips on hers.

The quickly following stammered apology of the guy and his leave fell on deaf ears, the feeling of AJ's sweet and soft lips was all that Clay could think about. The cold metal ring of her lip piercing pressing against his lips. The mixed taste of rum, coconut and pineapple flodding his taste buds, getting drunk off the feeling of her lips slowly moving against his own. Before he could register what he was doing he had let her chin go, instead placing one hand on her cheek, the other one finding purchase at the back of her head, his fingers weaving into the silky waves of her hair, pulling her closer.

AJ gripped the front of his shirt with both of her hands, feeling Clay pull her closer. Tugging him against her closer still, she softly gasped into the kiss, unintentionally parting her lips in the process. Lost in the sensation of his lips, she tilted her head while one of her hands mimicked his own, finding it's place at the back of his head, the other still gripping his tee.

Taking the parting of her lips as invitation he let his tongue slowly graze her own, dipping inside her mouth for a second taste before pulling back, his tongue piercing making brief contact with the roof of her mouth in the process. AJ hummed softly at the feeling, almost as if complaining when he stopped. Parting slowly, way to soon, he leaned back. Oxygen being a bitch in that regard.

Opening his eyes he searching for any type of a hint on her face that he had gone too far. It took the young woman a second to open her eyes, still caught up in the moment. The second she did and they locked eyes again Clay was about to apologize but she beat him to it. "Why did you stop?" was the only thing she wanted to know, not why he had kissed her in the first place. Before he could come up with a response a voice from behind him chimed up. "Damn Clay, at least get a room if you're gonna fuck her!", turning around Griff was sitting next to Emmett, a few feet away from him at the bar, already nursing a drink, big cocky grin on his face. Of course.

Deciding not to deal with his antics more than necessary he flipped him off, followed by a quick "Fuck off, Griff!" in his direction before he turned back around to AJ, puzzled look on her face. He pulled out his leather purse and put some money on the bar counter while explaining "Just a friend. You want to go?", nodding towards the exit.

A hesitant "Sure" was her answer, more out of surprise than anything else. Clay noticed that she was wearing just a thin bolero over her top so he shrugged his black leather jacket off and helped her put it on, reasoning that it has gotten colder outside.

Enveloping one of her hands with his own, he helped her stand up from the bar stoll she had been sitting on. She thanked him, the awkward tension that had developed between them since he broke the kiss evident in the air. Clay knew he needed to fix this mess as soon as possible, to avoid further difficult situations like this one in the future.

["I thought I lost her that moment. Destroyed the friendship that had just started to develop between us.". Clay thinks back, a light scowl on his face, fidgeting with the silver band on his ring finger. A second later the scowl morphes and his face lit up, eyes sparkling, mouth smiling. "Turned out, it was one of the best choices I ever made." he laughs, the laugh genuine and full of adoration.]

They stepped outside, the night cloudless. The night sky a display of stars and different constellations like Hercules, peering down on the two of them from above. Walking a small distance from the bar, still holding hands, the awkward silence started to develop into a peaceful one. The warmth of Clay's hand pleasant, steadily holding onto her hand, the pressure reassuring. It was as if they needed no words, communicating just through touch alone, understanding one another silently.

The realisation seemed to find both of them at the same time. As if a silent voice whispered each others name they looked at one another, a smile curling both their lips. They knew that they were gonna be okay.

Whatever souls are made of, his and her were the same.

~~

Notes:

• Liam [name origin: irish; name meaning: strong-willed warrior and protector]: good friend of AJ since early childhood, like a big brother for her, is protective of her

• Jace Riley [name origin: greek, hebrew; name meaning: healer (greek); lord of salvation (hebrew)] AJ's younger brother who lives with their parents.

• honestly, because I have no idea whatsoever in which time this takes place, you can just replace 'Kings and Queens' (2009) by Thirty Seconds To Mars with 'I Was Made for Lovin’ You' (1979) by Kiss in Moving in - Between boxes blooming feelings 📦🏡 if you like

• between Moving in - Between boxes blooming feelings 📦🏡 and Concert - Free drinks 🎤🍹 is another small story that I cut out, maybe I'll write a third part and add it there instead

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Tagging some moots who might be interested: @bluecoolr @rottent33th @slaasherslut @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @solmints-messyocdiary @myers-meadow @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @shonkgobonk @sketchbook-of-shadows @devil-doll13 @visceravalentines @flower-crowned-lady @tahlalilian

Let me know if l should tag or untag anyone else 😊

[coffeecat1983]

Then and Now: Library (Mario movie fluff)

A fluff piece about the Bros first visit to the Brooklyn Public Library, feat Tony and Arthur.

8-year-old Luigi held tightly to his mother's hand as he stuck close to her side, eyes wide as he looked around the big building. Mario, meanwhile, was taking it all in with a vibrant excitement. Both were clutching their own red and green book bags.      "We can really get our own library cards?" he asked. Giovanni nodded, a smile on his face. It was the weekend and Giovanni and Marianna decided to treat the boys to their first trip to the main Brooklyn Public Library. Arthur and Tony had tagged along.      "You boys are old enough and have shown you can take care of your things, so I think you can have the responsibility of taking care of library books." Giovanni said.      "Not just the books, either," Marianna added, "there's music and movies, too."    Luigi perked up. "Music?" he asked softly, squeezing her hand. He looked around again. "It's so big here." he shrunk back, trying to hide in the folds of her skirt. A warm hand was placed on his shoulder, and he looked up at his Uncle Tony's understanding smile.      "How about you stick with me, kiddo?"    Marianna gave them an approving nod as Luigi took Tony's hand. She glanced around.      "Looks like Gio went over to the movies already." she commented. Arthur reached for Mario's hand.      "Hey kid, lemme show you where the comic books are."    Mario practically bounced as his uncle led him off into the Brooklyn Library. 

   Marianna turned to Tony and Luigi. "I'm off to the fiction section, you two have fun!"    They waved to her, and Luigi tightened his grip on Tony's hand. His uncle squeezed back, kneeling to get eye-to-eye with him. "I know it's a big place, and kinda scary, but I promise you'll like it here. C'mon," he stood, "lemme show you around."      "Ma said there was music here?" Luigi kept his voice soft, having seen the 'Please, quiet when in the library' signs that were placed around.      "There's lots of it, we can go there first, if you want."    Luigi nodded, so they headed that way. Reaching the rows of CDs and Records, Luigi let out a soft "Wow" at the sight. He let go of Tony's hand but stayed close by, looking through the collection. Tony meanwhile began flipping through the vinyl. Luigi recognized the records; he had seen them and the turntable in the Twins' apartment. Moving from the CDs, he spied hanging bags with something small in them. He picked one up.      "Uncle Tony, what are these?" he held it up. Tony snort-laughed, reaching for it.      "Way to make me feel old, kiddo. That's a cassette tape. You remember that big stereo your Uncle Art and I have? The one you're allowed to put CDs in?"    Luigi nodded. He liked that stereo; the speakers were big, and he could feel the music travel through the floor and into his feet when they were allowed to play it.      "Remember that little door on it?" Tony continued, "That's the tape player. It can play those. In fact, let me see here..." he came over and looked through the tapes. "Ah, here we go." He held one up, Luigi could make out the names 'Abbott and Costello' on the label. Tony slipped it into his own book bag. "This'll be a treat for you boys."    After browsing and picking out more music, Tony led the way back towards adult fiction.      "Just want to grab something from here then I'll show you the kids section." he explained. This part of the library was older, the lights not quite as bright, windows looking out to neighboring buildings that blocked the sun. As Tony looked over the books, Luigi clutched his little book bag tightly, nervously glancing around. Another patron walked past, their echoing footsteps making Luigi squeak. He ran over and hid behind Tony, grabbing onto his coat.      "Hey, hey it's okay, kiddo." Tony soothed, putting an arm around him. "Nothing's gonna hurt you here."      "A-Are there ghosts here? Like in G-Ghostbusters?" Luigi asked urgently. Tony's shoulders slumped.      "Hoo boy, maybe your Uncle Art was right, we should have waited with that movie." he muttered. "No, kiddo, no ghosts, just old books, I promise." He dropped a book into his bag.      "I found what I wanted, how about we get out of here and go find some comic books or something?"    Luigi just gave a faint nod, still looking nervous.

   The children's section was bright, well lit, and a bit louder than the rest of the library. Luigi's eyes lit up when he spotted Mario sitting at one of the little tables with a stack of graphic novels and comic books. As he rushed over to sit with him, Arthur came over to Tony, clapping a hand on his shoulder.      "Like lookin' into a mirror from way back, isn't it?" he said. "We were about their age when we first came here, right?"    Tony pushed on his glasses. "Yeah, seven or eight. Speaking of their age, got something here I thought we could read to them." he reached into his bag and held up the book. Arthur grinned, his eyes sparkling.      "I call dibs on Gandalf's lines."      "You can't call dibs!" Tony grumbled, "We each get a few pages, you know the rules."  Arthur rolled his eyes. "Fine, but we do the songs together."      "Works for me, just don't go singing out of tune."      "The old movie songs?" Arthur asked.      "You know it." Tony smirked. The twins turned as Giovanni and Marianna came over to get them and the Bros.      "Looks like you boys had fun," Giovanni said, eyeing the stack of comics that Mario was loading into his book bag. Marianna took Luigi's hand. "Did you like it, sweetheart?" she asked. Luigi beamed at her. "Yeah, can we come back again?"    Giovanni laughed. "Every two weeks, we gotta return stuff then anyway." As they headed up front and began to check out, Tony showed Giovanni the book he had picked out. His older brother's expression softened at the sight.      "Thought Art and I would read it to the boys." Tony explained.      "Just like I read it to you two. Care if I listen in sometime? It's been a long time since I read it."    Tony felt a rush of excitement at the thought. "I'd like that, Gio. I'd like that a lot." He glanced at his twin. "I think Arthur would, too."

   That night, after the Bros were all tucked in for bed, Tony and Arthur sat side by side. Giovanni stood in the bedroom doorway. Tony opened the book and began.      "In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit..."

By "CC"

[fastsignswoburn]

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[fatty-bandmates]

Gifts! First is Mipha's to Sandy! It's just a few Zora-Made jewellery using coloured stones! They're rather beautiful! Mimi to Rammy? Well, the butterball blob is rather limited so she gives her some new jeans and a new guitar! Nazuna put herself in sexy attire under the tree for Carol and... the less said about THAT gift the better. It was pretty tiring for Christmas Morning no doubt...! Minerva got Ma-San a new set of drums and a signed photo album of the mink~ Kobayashi got Katy a HUGE rib roast! That's it. It's very tasty! Videl got Cofi some giftcards for some good fast food places and some bathing stuff to help her relax. Iori? Well, that lazy enby managed to get Fenneko a new set of VR stuff along with that VR game she had been going on about. How nice to know they were listening! Chalice is given set of diamond jewellery; necklace and earrings. She is also given a kiss on the cheek too from Blaze! Seiko got Lammy some supplement powders to help her weight gain efforts along with a collection of chocolates too. Poppy got Elora a new faun-style dress!

Sandy is gladly wearing the jewellery with pride, and hey, she was able to give Mipha a present before going into hibernation! It's nothing as extravagant as what she received, but she gave the zora princess a recipe book all the way from her home state in Texas! She figured Mipha could learn to cook how she does while the squirrel hibernates.

Rammy is rocking the new jeans (or at least until she outgrows them) and is loving the sound of her new guitar! Perfect for fatty fingers like hers! In return, she gives her bedbound blob beauty some large chocolate wedding cakes. No, they weren't getting married, not yet anyways, but she knows how much she loves chocolates, and she'd have something to munch on for awhile, while the ram works in the shop!

Carol was an absolute, flustered mess at the sight of Nazuna, and yeah, we'll just say the night onto Christmas morning was fun. Carol had just prepared a whole bunch of sweets for the idol, like pies and cakes.

Ma-San is loving the new drums, but is trying to keep the excitement to a minimum so she doesn't blow the roof off the place, and kept the photo album on her nightstand. She returned the gesture with a signed copy of MilkCan's first vinyl album, Make it Sweet.

That rib roast is devoured within minutes, and Katy swiftly returns the gesture by cuddling the mound of a human all night, purring strong enough to make their flab vibrate together.

Cofi has a big grin on her face at the gifts she had received, and in return, she gave Videl some boxing gear. She knew she was a fighter, so, why not?

Fenneko spent that entire morning playing that VR game, having the time of her nearly immobile life, though she struggled to get Iori anything for Christmas herself, so, she settled on a nice looking suit that were a little stretchy. The two weren't showing any signs of slowing their gains, so might as well be comfy.

Chalice is blushing hotly, wearing the jewelry and necklaces, feeling like a proper princess, especially when she was kissed on the cheek. The most she was able to get for Blaze, without using her charm this time, was a golden pocket watch with a custom logo that looked like Blaze's head.

Lammy smiled at the powders, she was definitely going to put these to good use, though she wasn't sure what to get for Saiko...maybe another date night would help? They only did one after all.

Elora is flaunting the new dress, loving it! In return, she gives Poppy Crush's old club, a weapon that was left behind after Ripto's defeat.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!

[mediamonarchy]

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[benefits1986]

We The PL

Seeing the evolution of one's PL is just so curious and gorgeous, too.

During weekends, I try my best to listen to the curated PL that Spotify suggests. Honestly, been doing this since 2016. It's weird because the songs that I sometimes stumble upon are from eras that are already part of my deep subcon mind like that of roadtrips with past XXXYZs. Lerkzzz. The past months, when a song like this pops up, I can safely say that it's me laughing with and at my naive, younger self. Aigoo. Side Note: Back in 2009, isa sa mga cases na sinabi ko sa marketing class is agree akong music marketing is gonna be the next level of brands. Hindi siya intrusive kasi intuitive siya kasi mas nagegets mo 'yung headspace and hearspace lalo 'yung mga subdued and suppressed areas. Lo and behold, we're here and now! :)

Must also be because I met up with Film Class buddies who are really introverts in no less than Scout area. Namiss ko rin 'tong part na 'to ng buhay ko kung saan ginagawa po nating singlapit ng Taft ang QC and nearby areas noong 2015 to 2019 days. Kaya naman kasi kaso ang traffic, however, paying 200 PHP one-way to hack South to QC area is nakakalumpo pero, 'pag kailangan, puwede naman talaga. EDSA is super calm on the way home at around 2 am din.

Scout area is like BF Par on steroids na mas maingay. Hahahaha. Walang tulugan area rin. I noticed that the streets are better lit na now. LOL. Syempre, 'yung kasama ko, mahilig maglakad so wala akong choice. This friend Ma is someone na I don't meet up lagi but once we do, dhzai, ang daldalan parang pang-indie film ang progression. Hahahaha. Ganda ng location ng Cinema '76 and decent naman matcha nila. Coffee syempre, no deal sa lasa. Hahahaha. Skipped cocktails kasi 'di rin naman daw masarap and mahal pa. Maganda lang mga pamagat ng cocktails. Our other FOMO introvert scriptwriting buddy Mar is super nearby so, isang message lang, karipas siya e. Ma is nesting in a four-year relationship and Mar naman married recently. It's really nice to see us in different stages of life na and that we've gone a long way, but, malayo pa rin ang tatahakin. I told them to try out for Ricky Lee's upcoming workshop kasi feeling ko talaga, magugustuhan nilang i-revisit 'yung mga then days namin plus ang lapit lang nila sa Katips. HUHUHUHU. Sana all talaga. LOL. Kung wala lang akong mga doggo babies, ang dali mag-move kaso my babies are namamahay talaga even sa bahay ng lola ko. :( 'Di ko rin sila kayang 'di makita regularly kahit I'm a kinda clunky pawrent.

Ohhh, before seeing Mar, nagpunta muna kami ng Profound. Damn. Sana meron talaga sa South kasi ang ganda nung curation talaga. AS IN. Gusto ko na lang iuwi 'yung The Dawn signed vinyl saka Now and Then. UGH. Tingin na lang ako sa Japan. Sobrang up my alley nung display. Bakit ganun???? Bakiiiittt??? Pero, tagtipid tayo kaya, hard no muna. Saka na.

We talked about our scripts and sila, feeling daw nila they've outgrown their scripts. Ako naman, na-share ko na my script is still so relevant and that it's something I'm slowly working on para matapos na. :) Gah. If puwede lang mag-stray sa Scout at magbike kasama ni Ma pa-UP, which is happening in the next weekends, finally. LOL. Syempre, sa UP lang ako mag-bike kasi 'di ko talaga kaya mag-bike sa city. I was surprised that Ma is biking na as a maarte being. LOL. May pa-cuttings pa ng halaman ng pangmalakasan since Ma is really a legit plantito.

How low-key friends are we? Mar just requested to follow me and Ma during our Cinema '76 hangout. Tawang-tawa kami e. From 2015 until now, walang follow-han. Walang kamustahan. Pero, kung maka-share ng TMI sa buhay, akala mo, visual journals namin isa't isa. I really like na we don't chizmiz much about our other classmates kasi wala rin naman kaming pake sa kanila except for standout ganaps. Inis pa rin si Ma na 'di ako ma-tag, though, pero, siya na rin naman nag-adjust. Sabi ko, ayoko lang kasi talagang ma-tag in general. 'Yun lang talaga unless sobrang importante or sobrang life matters siya. LOL. Arte ko raw. Sabi ko, siya mas lalo maarte. More importantly, we try our best not to indulge on socmed kasi mapapa-compare ka talaga kahit ayaw mo. Happy ako to see talaga na na-maintain namin 'yung bond namin na sobrang FOMO sa mga biglaang aya which naganap pa na Makati Ave na mga 4 AM pero may pasok pa kami ng 830 AM. LOL. 'Di kami clingy PERO 'pag nagkita, ayaw umuwi. Actually, super duper appreciate Ma kasi as a titong sleeping na ng 9 PM, talagang hinataw niya at nag-prep siya sa pagkikita namin. Sabi ko nga, uwi na kami ng 11 PM para maka-sleep siya. Ayun. Inumaga na naman kami!

So going back to PL... friends and eras define my PL which is kinda surprising because my circle is small and I purposefully keep it smaller ever since the pandemic hit. However, since nga I have a list of interests, tulad ng sabi ng dad ko, akala ko lang daw maliit circle ko. In fact, tawang-tawa ako kasi sa Cinema '76, nakita ko 'yung bunsong kapatid ni Ju, my Circa '95 soul sis. Hahahaha. Beso kami tapos sabi ko, ikaw si Ja, correct? Natawa siya. Sabi ba naman: Bakit 'di mo sure? Sabi ko, sanay akong sa Las Pinas-Alabang-Par area ko siya nakikita. Hahahahaha. Na-shy din akong mag-hi doon sa isang creative person na kawork ko before pero sure akong matatandaan niya ako because... ahahahaha.

Kung meron mang emerging theme ang PL ko, hopeful na siya pero grounded pa rin sa shitballs ng realidad. LOL. Saka mas unapologetic na siya. May mga times kasing naka-incognito pa ako para lang ma-veer away ang algo pero tumatawid rin lalo na nung nag-start 'yung mic and cam detection era na. Kaya nga, pakshet ang iPhone bilang mas intrusive siya 'di lang sa owner pero pati sa circle ng owners ng kahit anong iPhone. Tacca.

Also, na-gets ko na why Taylor Swift topped my PL nung 2023. When someone is undergoing a traumatic experience lalo 'pag matagal na-suppress, chances are that person deviates from the norm. OPAK. Inis na inis ako kasi 'di ko naman talaga gusto si TS pero, she has been my angel nung November to December. Listened to her to cope and that it's actually a new chapter. Plus, my soul sis and I now have a different level of bonding over TS. The then basher me is now a TS saktong fan girl. By sakto, I mean, solulu sa delulu. :p Saka Tito Ro is also a TS curious passerby na rin; so, mas maraming areas na kaming mapapagusapan lalo as I'm checking him sa pagkawala ng mom niya plus family paganaps na rin na HAHAHAHAHAHA. 'Yun na lang muna because, TMI is not applicable here. Sa creative non-fic ko na lang pakakawalaan. :D

I'm looking at this from a better perspective which does not come easily. Basta, I saw changes na ako mismo nagugulat, pleasantly, until now. Changes for the greater good, unti-unti. :) Reclaiming and claiming one's space is not just about having that space, it's sharing a space where diversity is at the core. 'Di lang ako vocal talaga, pero, I guess that had to happen talaga in the name of unleashing the power and magic and logic that vulnerability holds. OPACQ. Hahahaha. Shemayayayayayayyy. And most importantly, sabi ng tatay ko, dapat lang better na talaga kasi 'pag no, LAGOT. Honestly, may mga specific times na takot pa rin ako sa dad ko kasi iba siya 'pag nagalit or na-agit. Mahirap salagin or worse, kahit salagin, wala e... tatabi talaga ako dahil tatay ko siya. LUH. Hahahahahaha.

Speaking of PL, I noticed that when I write, lagi't lagi may music sa background. It does not influence naman directly mga sinasabi ko, pero, ganda lang din kasi mas makikita ko 'yung ambiance nung mga thought farts ko rin. For example, Give Me a Kiss is not part of my universe pero 'yung tunog niya, up my alley. Saka in theme din for my 2024 Caterpie era. ;)

So, ayun na ngaaaa. Diliman x Magihawa x Krus na Ligas x Gubat bike sesh coming up! Plus I think, may kasama na ako sa Binondo CNY photowalk + vidwalk, too as a third or fifth wheel lang if swak sa sched namin nina Ma and Mar. LELS.

[greensparty]

Concert Review: Scream

Sat. December 9, 2023 @ Deep Cuts (Medford, MA)

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It's not too often that I get to do an album review, an interview and a concert review, but every once in a while it does happen. Such is the case with D.C. punk legends Scream, who released their first new album in over 30 years last month with DC Special. Then I got to interview singer Pete Stahl. And then I got to cover their Boston area show last weekend. In my friend Scott Crawford’s 2014 documentary Salad Days about the DC punk scene in the 80s, he interviewed multiple members of Scream. Singer Pete Stahl and his brother / guitarist Franz Stahl, bassist Skeeter Thompson were a tight knit unit with original drummer Kent Stax. After Stax left the band in 1986, his replacement was teenage drummer Dave Grohl, who truly brought it. I was a big fan of the band’s albums No More Censorship and Fumble and I have them in my record collection. After the band broke up (as we all know), Grohl joined Nirvana and brought that punk energy he honed in Scream to the masses. Franz was even the guitarist in Grohl's post-Nirvana band Foo Fighters from 1997-1999. But back to Scream: The Fumble album had been recorded in 1989 but was finally released in 1993. The recently released DC Special featured the original lineup. In September Stax died at age 61, making it his final album with Scream. Now the band has carried on with a tour of the East Coast.

Scream onstage

Deep Cuts is a fairly new music venue in Medford Square that opened earlier this year. I hadn't been here yet, but it's super cool: a brewery, food, pinball machines, and even a record store to the side. But it's a 240-person capacity, which set it apart from some of the bigger music venues around Boston. This type of venue lends itself to punk shows, which have a long tradition of being in small venues like VFWs and dive bars. But it also had that new car smell to the venue. Before Scream, co-headliners from DC Soulside did their set. They were good and all, but I was really excited about Scream.

Scream took the stage and really brought that 80s hardcore punk energy. The band was tight. As I mentioned in my album review, they incorporate a lot more styles than just punk and even some melodic tendencies. In terms of the set, they did a ton of stuff off DC Special and also a lot off of their 1983 debut Still Screaming. Selfishly I wanted them to do something off No More Censorship or Fumble, but I understand without Dave Grohl drumming, it's a different vibe. I've always had nothing but respect for this band and they really swung it out of the park with this show 40 years since their debut album. After the show both Pete and Franz even signed by vinyl No More Censorship album too!

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The Pretenders Share New Song; New Album “Relentless” Out Sept 15

The Pretenders have shared “A Love,” the new single from their forthcoming studio album, Relentless. An official visualizer – featuring exclusive footage of the legendary band’s recent live run at small UK clubs – is streaming on YouTube. Relentless arrives via Rhino Records on Friday, September 15. Pre-orders – including digital download, baby pink vinyl, black vinyl, and CD – are available now. “I suppose ‘A Love’ is the most traditionally Pretenders-sounding song on the album,” says Chrissie Hynde, “in the vein of ‘Kid’ or ‘Talk of the Town’ or any of the mid-tempo ones over the years. I often see love/relationships almost in the same vein as drug addiction. Although, having said that, I know I am jaded and cynical…” LISTEN TO “A LOVE” WATCH “A LOVE” (OFFICIAL VISUALIZER) PRE-ORDER RELENTLESS Produced by multiple Grammy Award-nominee David Wrench (Courtney Barnett, David Byrne) at the famed Battery Studios in Willesden, North West London, Relentless marks the second consecutive full-length songwriting collaboration by founder Chrissie Hynde and Pretenders guitarist James Walbournefollowing 2020’s acclaimed Hate For Sale. The album – which marks the band’s return to Warner Music Group after more than two decades having first been signed to Sire Records in America by the legendary Seymour Stein – includes such recently released singles as “Let The Sun Come In“ and the beautiful closing track, “I Think About You Daily,” the latter featuring composer Jonny Greenwood (Radiohead, The Smile), who provides the string arrangement and conducted the 12 Ensemble for the recording. Hailed by Stereogum as a “grand…regretful ballad,” “I Think About You Daily” is joined by a deeply moving official video, streaming now on YouTube. LISTEN TO “LET THE SUN COME IN” LISTEN TO “I THINK ABOUT YOU DAILY” WATCH “I THINK ABOUT YOU DAILY” OFFICIAL VIDEO The Pretenders are celebrating Relentless with a wide-ranging international tour schedule, including an immediately sold-out US headline tour set to visit intimate venues across the country beginning August 16 at New York City’s Bowery Ballroom. The Pretenders will further introduce the new album by joining Guns N’ Roses as special guest on their upcoming North American stadium tour. The dates get underway August 11 at Hershey, PA’s Hersheypark Stadium before making stops at such historic parks as East Rutherford, NJ’s MetLife Stadium (August 15), Pittsburgh, PA’s PNC Park at North Shore (August 18), Boston, MA’s Fenway Park (August 21), Chicago, IL’s Wrigley Field (August 24), Toronto, ON’s Rogers Centre (September 3), and St. Louis, MO’s Busch Stadium (September 9). In addition, The Pretenders will make a top-billed festival appearance as direct support to Foo Fighters at the upcoming Ohana Festival, curated by Eddie Vedder and set for October 1 at Doheny State Beach in Dana Point, CA. Additional dates will be announced. For complete details, please see thepretenders.com. Read the full article