#who the fuck is Dave Gahan?

[strang3lov3]

seeing depeche mode refs in your joel fics is keeping me kicking my feet

It’s like crack to me. I Just Can’t Get Enough, wink wink nudge nudge. A little violator here, a little songs of faith and devotion there. Look! It’s a bird, it’s a plane! It’s music for the masses!

[slavicprincess1966]

oh no nothing, just another one of those nights where i am just so devastated by the fact that my favourite singer was near fucking death by the mid 90s. i feel so bad still even though he’s pulled through far past it. it hurts to even know the slightest of details & i feel guilty for i love dave gahan so much, i wish i could just have been alive then to be able to take care of & look after him. it’s not every day a normal person would feel so much for someone in 30 year old videos who is still trying so hard - the fact that he is literally such a sweetheart, still radiating such despite the hell he had been enduring. but im not this said normal person for i think about this so much.

my poor bby. <//3

im just so terribly grateful that man whose voice basically saved my life is alive & found.

[perelka-l]

The other thing I was curious about is music. Do you have any specific songs you associate with the dlc characters? Like for me, it's a bit embarrassing but I think of Drayton's pov to Kieran while I'm listening to Stay Gold by Utada Hikaru, and Within You by David Bowie.

I can see we have a bit of a different music taste, anon ;w;)a I couldn't work on playlists due to no access to my library so I have very little songs atm ;__;

As for Drayton:

Stromae - Ta fête - I honestly don't know what song could fit him better. Like, first thing that came to my mind when I got to know him

米youngティー - 息をしない屋根の下で - It's more about the vibes tbh..

IAMX - Kiss and Swallow - :)

Malajube - Dragon de Glace - Opelucid kind of song (and all issues and traumas hehe... "In your eyes dark with fear I saw my crimson blood make dance in the rain" type of hehe)

Kieran:

Missing Persons - Mental Hopscotch (Kevin Haskins Remix) - With a subtlety of a sledgehammer but I love this song's gothic and erratic vibes which match Kieran well here

P-MODEL - Black in White - I quoted that song under one of art I did with him and Drayton hehe

The Neighbourhood - Blue - Just Kieran in Teal lol

MIKA - Relax, Take It Easy - :D

IAMX - You Can Be Happy - And here we go between Teal and Indigo

Radiohead - Nude (Holy Fuck Remix) - Here it's more about the vibes, the song itself matches Kieran well but this remix kind of matches Kieran better than the original ;w;)a

As for both:

Róże Europy - Krew Marylin Monroe - "Kiss me, kiss me, make my teeth go insane, I want your blood, not even Christ has blood like this" among other lines.

Sneaker Pimps - Black Sheep - just in general

Malajube - Casablanca - i ain't gonna paste the entirety of lyrics here but. Fits them so well in all areas.

Goldfrapp - Ocean (feat. Dave Gahan) - okay it's a banger song in general and I wanted to match it to something for YEARS and I decided it fits here so.

Radiohead - The Amazing Sounds of Orgy - do I even have to explain

Johnny Hollow - The Body Lies - Alright this one is mostly because of one particular fanfic series and I was like ALRIGHT LESSGOO. Who ordered dubcon~?

I can't wait to regain access to my PC and work more on playlists jdsfhjsdfh

[septembersghost]

There's a photo of M*tty wearing merch from The red scare podcast and apparently he's friends with one of the hosts, and they're literally fascist and prop up abusers, rac*sm etc

oh i know, i saw the tweet from this comment thread, including the mention that they mocked his ex-partner's (twigs) abuse. are we really surprised though, given that one of the co-hosts from the podcast he himself was on is associated with literal n*zis?

he's complete scum. it's not a character, it's not a bit, he's not being a pretentious artiste (even though he's deluded and egocentric enough to think that of himself). he admits in the article that he's given up caring about others, that he's aware he's doing the wrong thing (saying you're doing something wrong to prove what's right is beyond idiotic, he's using "performance" as an excuse to be open with his bigotry), he's not some poor little misunderstood lad who wants to love and be loved (repulsive excuse btw. jack, what the hell is wrong with you?), this is who he is. an immature, unempathetic asshole who thinks he deserves to be the center of the universe and that other peoples' pain is funny. and it reflects on everyone around him and everyone willing to excuse, ignore, and enable it. this includes his band, his buddies (like jack and phoebe), his defensive fans, and his girlfriend. no amount of PR scrubbing will clean up the reality of who he is.

someone wrote a comment summing it up on reddit:

"Matty is someone who believes that most people are just being “woke” like it’s a costume and actually have the same racist/misogynist thoughts that he has. That’s why he thinks people who are angry about the things he has said are just pretending/lying or “mental.”

He doesn’t have a sense of self. I have enjoyed some of the 1975’s music, but his whole image is what pale British rock guy with curly brown hair he can emulate (Michael Hutchence, Dave Gahan). He’s wants to be respected like those guys, resents his teeny-bopper audience, and said stuff he knew would get a rise out of people at a pathetic attempt to be “edgy.”"

"I can't imagine the absolute lack of empathy required to truly believe that racist and misogynistic commentary has no real impact on people. And that if it does, it means they're mental and deluded? Like what the actual fuck."

[thetimecrystal]

the concert report to end all concert reports

and i am back!!! without thinking, back in like... december and january, i got thursday passes for øya festivalen (the 10th) because blur was headlining and tickets for depeche mode at telenor arena (the 11th)

so noel and i got a hotel room and made a trip™ out of it! but read on as i try to make sense of what has just happened to me (i probably slept a combined 10 hours over the nights and just took a nap. bear with me lmfao)

so øya first! we headed in about midday because we're probably seeing someone who went on super early back here, but the first artist we saw was ARY, a norwegian singer who noel quite likes! and y'all... she was SO GOOD. we're quite used to seeing bands, so seeing someone with choreo and hairography had my jaw on the floor. 100% recommend to check her out, the bass on her set probably shook the anxiety out of my body.

after that, we got some food and went exploring. øya is fucking massive, i'd assume one of norway's biggest festivals next to tons of rock, and there were so many artists to see and so many booths to go to.

as we were exploring, we headed towards the amphitheater where blur was gonna perform. there we heard pusha t really clearly and y'all, this man was not playing around. i was so fucking amazed at him and kept just bopping around. i'm definitely gonna check out some of his music after this because wow...

then it was waiting! i did post a photo quite close to the stage, but ended up sitting in the disabled section with noel because i had a panic attack standing in the crowd alone (and that was before EVERYONE decided to come stand by the stage).

but fucking hell. blur was incredible!!! i had so, so, so much fun dancing in my seat and yelling along to the lyrics for songs like beetlebum or girls and boys (for the first time ever, i actually managed to sing the chorus to that song KSJHJGKJG) but also have a great time hearing songs like the narcissist or the universial live. they played a varied, energetic set of songs and just. wow. the amount of energy damon has on stage is so fucking infectious.

he did actually kind of call us out lmfao, by saying "you and we both have been quite mellow" and then announcing that he was taking his jacket off twice, because he didn't get enough of a cheer. and like. the way he was jumping around stage and screaming and going all the fucking way, while still sounding great... god i almost want to see gorillaz more now.... also, i know i am cold and was sitting so of course i was gonna freeze, but alex was in shorts and a t-shirt? dude??? w h a t.

my first festival experience went really well! we didn't get to see the most artists, but there was people everywhere so like. it happens. (shrug) i still had a great time!!!

day two!!! i got to sleep a bit more after hotel breakie, plus i shotgunned a monster, so i was quite awake for the depeche mode show. i am not entirely sure it sold out, but the arena was really full.

now. telenor arena is not known for its sound, and we heard that really well. both the warmup, hope, and depeche mode sounded really sharp and loud in an unflattering way, even with fancy earplugs... but!! both were fucking great!

we checked out hope beforehand, to know what was up, and they're this cool post-rock group with an incredible vocalist. incredible show as well!

and once again. wow. depeche mode was also SO GOOD. dave gahan sung and spun himself to be one of my favourite front people because the charisma... the stage presence... the VOICE. incredible, talented, wonderful, amazing, great, lovely, sounds exactly like the records.

plus their setlist was also stacked. getting to hear i feel you, precious, ghosts again, STRIPPED?? and enjoy the silence live... besties i was LIVINGGGG. even tho we went before the encore, because i don't have the best experiences leaving a big arena like that, the setlist was still so good (yes, we missed out on just can't get enough and personal jesus but c'est la vie)

now, if you were at either place and saw someone with bright red hair and a ginger, about the same height and both wearing all black, that was probably us! i hope you had a good time as well!!

because yeah, it was exhausting and not always the most fun of times, but i have had two great days and i am ready to sleep for a week...

photos (although they're not the best) incoming when i have more brain!

[littlewalken]

Feb 2

Today's ear worm- She's Like the Wind by Patrick Swayze mixed with a bit of Here You Come Again by Dolly Parton. Don't ask how it happens, it just does.

Someone find out if any of the Ghoulettes from Ghost have heard the original Pandora's Box version of It's All Coming Back to Me because I can definitely see Cumulus doing it.

Hastag look up the original versions of songs Celine Dion covered because they're fucking fantastic start with Jennifer Rush.

And it's not like The Cure of Dave Gahan covering Lover Will Tear Us Apart Again, they both know how to sing it, it's more of a Every Breath You Take is not a wedding song you stupid bitch those of us who remember hearing the original Power of Love know what I'm talking about.

And it's confirmed Perry Bamonte and Vince Clarke saw The Cure in 1980 shortly after Mathieu and Simon joined so there is a very high probability at least once Perry pretended to be Simon playing A Forest and he's known how to play the bass line for 40+ years.

Did play around with oil pastels and turpentine.

First off I haven't oil painted since the first Obama administration, and when I was oil painting it wasn't something I did all that often, I never saw myself using it as a main medium, and long story short I am reminded why. Still I'm going to mess around, I bought a pack of small canvases I can alway cover with acrylic pour paint.

Second off if you want a less messy way to oil paint by all means try this. You need a set of oil pastels, canvas or at least canvas paper (or something you can put oil pastels on), a couple of brushes, and turpentine. Color directly on the surface, use the turpentine to blend. Be sparing with the turpentine because it will thin the crap out of the oil.

It does dry faster than traditional oils, the coating is far thinner, but behaves just enough to give you an idea of how they behave.

And I am thinking this could be very similar to how a decent gouache might work but I currently don't have any as my last batch was cheap and shitty. Being a water medium I want to invest in a decent set.

Come get y'all's Spectrum Noir pencils and King Art Studio kit they both became redundant in the 'I just have too many pencils I'm not using' way.

[old-memoria]

HONORABLE MENTION:

Crop top Nick, ladies and g*ntlemen

Top 5 nick rhodes looks if you’re still doing the top 5 thing ? ✨

Let’s fucking goooo

THIS. I adore his wedding look. Prince Charming from my soft girl dreams

Big Thing era supremacy. This haircut was gorgeous

I think I should make an Arcadia era Nick appreciation post goth Prince Charming from my darkest dreams

Daddy vibes?

I’ve seen only 2 photos of Nick in this jacket, but I’m in love with this look

Ask me my "TOP 5" anything!

[damonjuicyscock]

The New singer-Chapter 1

Pairing: Dilf! Damon Albarn X Reader

Warnings: Language, maybe a few spelling mistakes (but as always, I hope not)

Words: 3094

A/N: Hello ! Here I am with this new fanfic with Dilf Damon ! Hope you'll like it. Smut will come sooner in this fan fic (On the fourth one). Enjoy !

My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I moved in London in 2012 when I was 18 to try to finally start a career in what has always been my passion: Music. I think I probably started singing when I was still in my father’s balls, because as far as I know, even my close friends always knew me singing. I was even singing so much that sometimes, people had to tell me to shut up. My parents were born in the 60’s and 70’s, respectively from hippie parents, and themselves became hippies. That’s why I was raised listening to some Jefferson airplane, The Doors, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix… But also with music like Depeche Mode, Duran Duran, Tears For Fears, Oasis, Blur, Radiohead, Nirvana… Anyway, I was raised listening to some good stuff

Before telling how it all began, let’s talk about my absolutely not normal parents, who created who I am today. When they met in 1991, my mum was in total New Wave emo mode. Ya know, like Robert Smith from The Cure? Well, nearly the same haircut, with some new romantic clothes like in the early 80’s. My dad was kinda punk and tried to look like some 1986 Dave Gahan. Them and their music taste met, and boom, 2 years later, here I was. 5 years later, my sister joined us. A real troublemaker, but a very good dancer, that’s what she is. When I was 6, they enrolled me in a music conservatory. It was a pain in the ass. But I learned a lot, even how not to sound like a nowadays Mariah Carey who has a lot of voice issues when singing. Why? Because my singing teacher made me sing some opera, so I sound more like an Amy Lee from Evanescence who can sing everything except some hardcore metal. At 15, I said bye bye to the conservatory to focus on my studies without having to care about anything else. I kept practicing every day, alone. But I also started to learn to play guitar on my own after discovering a fabulous Muse song called “Knights Of Cydonia”. I loved rock and had the fashion style that came with it. I wasn’t a girl coming from the city, I grew up in a small town where not a lot of people knew about some singer or band… London was the cradle of New Wave, Glam rock, also some punks if you forget a minute about the US and Germany. London had great artists; it was worth trying my luck in here. And only after 2 years of hardworking and trying my luck in pubs and other, with my mic, my acoustic guitar and my electric guitar, I signed with Universal. Oh, I was going to forget about the most important part. I said previously that I was raised listening to some good stuff like Blur. Well, I’m a big fan, but also a Gorillaz fan and a Damon Albarn fan. This man is talented, has a really beautiful voice, he’s a model to me. I can’t deny the fact that yeah, he was and is still a lot attractive. And that’s in 2016 that I knew how much, when he tried to get in touch with me.

Late 2016:

My phone rang. It was my best friend and also manager Thomas.

-Oi Tom!

-Oi Y/N, are you available right now?

- Well, you woke me up, but yes, why?

- I have something really important to tell ya. Can you meet me at the Starbucks coffee near Carnaby Street please?

- Well now that I’m awake yeah, when?

- Well let’s count you and me taking the underground… let’s say an hour?

-It’s okay with me, see ya!

I hang up and went to put some clothes and makeup on, tying my hair in a simple braid before picking my sunglasses, my bag, and locking my front door before going.

But once outside, I saw someone taking a picture. Another fucking pap, trying to have his pictures of the day. I was acting funny with them at the beginning, making pouts to troll their pictures, but after nearly two years of them tracking me, I was starting to be fed up. So, at this very moment, I decided I couldn’t control my middle finger anymore, and imitated Chris Pratt in the Guardians of the galaxy, before putting a big smile on my face. Yeah, okay. I was still trolling them in a way.

I entered the underground station, going to the Oxford Circus station. From here, I walked to the Starbucks coffee in Great Marlborough Street. Tom wasn’t here yet. So to recap, this idiot calls me because he has something urgent to tell me, and doesn’t bother to be on time. I was even afraid I was the one to be late!

For your information, He arrived 43 minutes after.

-Oi lovely, sorry for being late. He said out of breath

-Oi sir let’s-meet-in-an-hour, traffic jam? Oh no, sorry, you took the train, What the fuck were you doing?

-Masturbating. He answered sarcastically

-Verry funny Tom. Well, I’m used to you being late anyway, you are even capable to be late for your own birthday party you dumb fuck.

-It was 13 years ago Y/N. I am an important man since I’m your manager.

-And it goes to your head. Isn’t it supposed for the artist to be the one who becomes big-headed?

-S’not like I’ve never been before…

-maybe, but it’s getting worse. I interrupted him

-ANYWAY!

-What’s so urgent then?

-There’s… some singer who contacted me because he’s interested on your music, and he would be glad to collaborate with you on a song. He would like for you to sing the backing vocals on it.

- Oh cool! Who is it?

-Damon Albarn.

I spat my tea back in the paper cup and coughed.

-WHAT?

-Yup, I knew you would react like this.

- Damon Fucking Albarn wants me to do the vocals on one of his songs?

-Actually, I don’t have a lot of details ‘bout that, he just called and left me his number.

- He called himself? Not his manager?

-No, Damon Albarn himself.

- Then I guess I have to do the same and call him back by myself like a grown-up girl.

-You sure?

- I have to.

-As you wish, But as I know you by heart, I know you’ll get really nervous.

He was definitely right, but it was like pouring oil on the flames, so my only reaction was to slap him on the shoulder.

-Shut up Tom!

He laughed

- I also knew you would do that. I’m leaving you his number then?

- Of course you do! I answered

- Okay. Oh also, before I forget, Glastonbury, Reading, Lollapalooza and Coachella wants you.

- What are the dates?

he took out his little notebook from his pocket

-Glastonbury from June 21st to the 26th, Reading August 25th to 27th, Lollapalooza July 22nd and 23rd, Coachella April 14thto 23rd.

- Say yes to all of them and negotiate with Coachella. They have to give me a date that is before April 20th.

-Why?

- I’m taking my dear mama on a trip to celebrate her birthday in Mauritius. Thought I already told ya.

-You did, I just forgot to take a note.

He handed me a little piece of paper

-Here’s Kellogg’s all-bran’s number

-Hey, respect him!

He laughed again

We finished drinking our tea, talking about the coming gigs, our lives, and also about me writing my new album.

*

Tom had been right. I was on a verge of a panic attack before calling him. This man was all I admired, he was one of my favourite artists and definitely my idol. He had accomplished a lot in nearly 30 years. And I was so honoured, but didn’t understand why he wanted me, the new singer, to collaborate with him. I would be really lucky to work with him. I decided to light myself a cigarette before pressing the call button.

-Hello? I heard a male voice say dryly

-Hello, is this mister Albarn?

-Huh, yes?

-Hello… I’m…I’m Y/N Y/L/N, you called my manager Thomas. He… He said you wanted to get in touch with me?

His tone changed to a happy one

- Oh hi Y/N! How are you? Yes, I called your manager. Listen, I'd really like to work with you on a song for the upcoming Gorillaz album, you have a lot of talent, and after listening to your songs, I knew you would be perfect for a song.

- It would be a great pleasure to work with you! When do you want us to meet? I asked

- When are you free?

- Tomorrow if it’s okay with you, my remaining gigs are only in two weeks, so I have a bit of time.

- You seem like a hard worker, I like it! I’ll be at the studio at 11 am, can you be there by 11:30?

- I’ll be there!

- Alright. I can’t wait to finally meet you! oh and please, bring your guitar.

- Huh which one? Electric or acoustic one?

- The acoustic one, we have plenty of electric ones at the studio, and you wrote the best songs with it.

- Okay. Huh, could you just give me the address please?

- Of course! I was going to forget about that. I have an old man’s brain. I’ll text it.

- Okay.

- See you tomorrow then Y/N.

- See ya!

He hang up first, and I jumped in joy around my living room, until I heard someone knock at the ceiling. Fuck, I forgot I had neighbours. I decided to call Thomas.

-Did you call him? he said when answering

- I did, we meet tomorrow, I’m just waiting for him to send the address now.

- Well count at least 10 minutes before receiving it, he has a Nokia 3310.

- Stop mocking him mate! I know he doesn’t really like technology and he’s far from being wrong! Apart to work, I don’t have a lot of technological stuff myself.

-Said the one who’s addicted to social medias.

-I’m not addicted! it’s part of my work.

- Never mind, I’m happy you can meet him this quick. Oh I also called Coachella, you’ll be on stage on the 16th at 7pm.

*

The next day, I was on my way to the studio, but I was stopped a few times by fans who wanted to take a picture with me or for an autograph. Happily, I left early to arrive early. When I finally arrived at my destination, I was welcomed by Jamie Hewlett himself.

-Hello young lady. I suppose you are Y/N?

- I am. Mister Hewlett. Nice to meet you, I adore your work.

- Thank you miss. And call me Jamie, you’re my co-worker now. Damon is waiting for you in the other room. We’ll see each other during lunch.

-Alright, thank you co-worker, see you during lunch!

I took a deep breath before entering in the other room and I saw him. Last time I truly saw him was during a live near my place and I was only 5 years old. Yeah, my parents took me to a Blur gig in 1999, and my mum was a lot pregnant with my sister. But even if I was this young, I knew their songs by heart and had one of the best times of my life. Not every parent would do that.

- Hello… I said shyly

- Ah here she finally is! I was impatient to finally meet you Y/N! He said turning to look at me

He came towards me and went to hug me. I was a bit surprised; I didn’t expect that. But it was his way to welcome people. A pure sweetheart. I also had been told he was a simple and humble man.

- I was impatient to meet you too mister Albarn!

- Oi, there’s not mister Albarn with me love, call me Damon.

- Okay Damon. I wouldn’t like for you to think I talk too much but I feel it’s important for me to say that you are one of my favourite artists and inspirations, and that I’ve been dreaming of this collab since…well…forever. I said, with an embarrassed smile

- I’m glad to have such a meaning for you. Oh, you brought the instrument that creates such beautiful songs!

- Yup, here it is

I pulled my guitar out of its case.

- It’s a beautiful Fender you have here. Can I try it? he asked

I handed him the guitar

- Be careful, it’s my baby. I joked

He looked at me and pretended he was about to let the guitar fall on the ground.

- No worries, it’s in safe hands. He answered winking at me

God, he was going to be the death of me.

He started playing one of my songs to test the sound my guitar had, and I blushed.

- Didn’t know you even knew my songs by heart! I chuckled slightly

- - I’m your number one fan! He answered

- Oh… sorry to disappoint you, but my mum actually is.

- I’m the number two then!

- That’s adorable. Okay… should we start working?

- Absolutely young lady! Before we start, would you like a cup of tea? or maybe a coffee?

- No thank you Damon, but it’s really nice of you to ask.

We worked for about an hour and a half on a melody, and when Damon heard me singing the vocals, he decided that finally, I would sing on the whole song. What started as a collab would end up as a duet. It would be a featuring. No sorry, I’d be singing with 2D, but it means the same thing to me.

Lunch came, an occasion to get to know everyone, even if I was the one who had been the most questioned.

- So, Y/N, tell us about you! Jamie said

- Well, what do you want to know?

- Where you grew up, our childhood, your love for music… this kind of stuff. He answered

- Oh! Well, I grew up at first in the south of France where my mum was working as a college teacher, she’s teaching ethology. So, it’s like I was a bit French. I speak the language fluently. We came back in England when I was about 5. On the second part of my childhood, I grew up in a town around Dover, So I was going back to France often. I even studied there in high school; I was in a high school in Calais. I have a French baccalaureate, with a music speciality.

- Interesting! you may have heard of my wife then! She’s a French actress. Jamie said

- Emma De Caunes? Of course, I only saw her in one movie, but the family who was hosting me during my high school years were often watching extracts of a formal TV show her father was in. It was really funny. I even saw the extract when she called him live to tell him she graduated from High school!

- What movie did you watch? Jamie asked

- Mr Bean’s Holiday. In this movie you can even see the city where I grew up in the first part of my childhood.

- Cannes? Damon asked

- Nope, Avignon. It’s sunny and beautiful when you are in the old town. People are really nice in there.

- And so, where does your love and talent for music comes from? Jeff, the guitarist asked

- As far as I can remember, I was three, and three songs made me fall in love with music. There’s Beetlebum by Blur, Stand By me by Oasis and Bittersweet symphony by The Verve. I grew up with parents who loved the new romantics era, New Wave and Britpop. I was singing a lot and my parents decided to send me to a music conservatory to take voice classes. It was their way to tell me “We like you when you sing, but you’re singing too much and you’re giving us a headache”. My singing teacher mainly taught me how to sing opera. But I can thank her today, because she is the one who gave me all the right techniques. After graduating from high school, I came in London to try my luck and here I am today. Also, my parents took me to a lot of gigs.

- Which ones? Damon asked

- My first one was Blur in 1999, then I got to see Tears for Fears, Oasis, Gorillaz, Depeche Mode, The Cure, New Order…There is actually a lot!

- Wow, that means you were like 5 when you saw us live with the guys?

- Yup. You sang a particular version of B.L.U.R.E.M.I.

- The danger of drugs. Jamie said

Damon threw him a dark look

- I was so little, but I can still remember I had one of the best times of my life!

- Well, I’m glad you did. Damon answered

- Who are your inspirations Y/N? Jamie asked

- As you can tell, I’m a lot into rock. I’d say many artists from different eras. Probably some David Bowie, Joan Jett, Blondie, The Clash, Oasis, Blur, Nirvana, The cure, The Smiths, U2, INXS… there’s so much. Oh, and also Queen. I’ve always been in love with Freddie Mercury’s voice.

- And you’ve probably been fancying Roger Taylor like every girl. Jamie added

I blushed

- I absolutely don’t know what you’re talking about.

Damon laughed seeing me blushing

- ‘S nothing love, we understand. He said

- I had the privilege to meet Brian May, he is really a nice man.

- And so… yesterday, you told me on the phone you had a few gigs left? Damon asked

- Yes, in Paris and here, in the U.K.

- Does it mean you’ll be back in the studio for some more masterpieces?

- I’ll be back in the studios yes. Don’t know yet if it’s going to be a masterpiece though. I have a few ideas, like a ballad, but here, I have no idea where to start.

- I can help you. Well only if you want to. The singer said

- Really? I said, sparks appearing in my eyes

- Of course! I’d love to! he answered

[poobit]

tagged by @sinisterpeople for my top albums of the year (no real particular order )

1. Brazilian Girls EP - ive already had listened to their other album but listening to their first one, was sooo good to discover these, top song: Homme

2. Macross Frontier Vocal Collection Nyan Tama - listen. i know im resident Macross F song listener but this singles album is just, very well put together to me , its nostalgic and i have SUCHHHH a soft spot for Mayn´s songs in it lmao , top song: Yousei 

3. The Showstoppers II (TWF albums in general) - if you dont understand The Walten Files, thats totally fine, they are a mishmash of edited old music and original music and covers made by indie band Sweet Tuesday, they got a real amateur charm to them and they just tie into the lore well without feeling hamfisted in there, top song: Once Again

4. Illusion Lock Complete Ost - Parson Hex´s story n music lives rent free in my brain, i was already into it in 2020 but the amount of content poured out in 2021 left me in shambles, its sooo ...inexplicable, whimsy, top song: Dance 2

5. Metaroom / Sweet Genesis -  i watched Temptation Stairway and i fell for God´s race SOOO HARD i needed to know who made the music, Metaroom´s music is so fucking catchy , top song: Worm Rave

6. Magdalena Bay / Mercurial World - this been one of my most recent albums i listened to and man what a good choice , its just a legit good pop album, i know the influences are more recent but i couldnt help but think its so, Mynogue-esque, top song: Secret (Your Fire)

7. Nastyona / 아홉가지 기분 (9 moods?) - i am not gonna lie if it wasnt for VIVINOS horror videos idk how i would have found this band , they really are so haunting, its great music i wish it wasnt just treated like trendy horror anime , check the other albums too , top song:  요단강 (Jordan River) 

8. McBaise / TUBES - i been waiting for this album for a while and it sure didnt fucking disappoint like, what a good album, severely underrated you all gotta watch the Waterslide video , top song: Cobra

9. Lovage / Music to make love to your old lady by - yes long ass album name but honestly, where would i be without having discovered this album , i already have been listening to Mike Patton for a while but this one just brings out a whole facet out of him, extremely hard choice but top song: Lifeboat 

10. Mr Bungle / California - i already said ive been listening obsessibly to Mr Bungle but i legit think California is like, their best album , its just the right amount of everything , top song: Pink Cigarette 

extremely honorable mentions because i couldnt put more albums in the post:  Kate Bush´s Sensual World - Elbow - Jellyfish´s Spilt Milk - Jamiroquai - Crumb - Deltarune Chap.2 ost - Soda Stereo´s Sueño Stereo - Dave Gahan 

anyways taggingg uuuhhhhhhhhh YOU!  do this to just show ppl to what u listened to just have fun :) u dont gotta do it the way i did i just love being obnoxious

[passivenovember]

Reach Out and Touch Faith.

Harringrove April, Day Sixteen : Nostalgia.

--

Steve knows he’s got a stick up his ass about the whole thing. 

Feels it wiggle around, amused, when he comes home early from work to find Dawn and Billy dancing around in their PJs to the opening chords of Personal Jesus. 

They don’t see him.

Too preoccupied with the music, Dave Gahan’s voice pushing through windows and bursting through walls until Billy’s hips are moving in a way Steve hasn’t seen them do in years. 

And Steve isn’t a betting man, but. 

He knows that if Billy turned and zeroed in, hips moving like that with Dawn headbanging to dark wave like some sort of hybrid, the perfect combination of the two of them, Steve would be unable to rain on their parade.

His first reaction is to unplug the stereo.

And it’s a crime. To cut the Gretsch short like that, right in the middle of such an iconic riff.

Billy turns, out of breath from doing the limbo under Dawn’s black feather boa. “Oh, here we go.” He says fondly.

Steve ignores him, strictly business. “What the hell are you doing to my living room?”

Dawn’s still going. Arms win milling as she hop-scotches her way across the room toward Steve, forehead slick with sweat. 

“I like that song!” She hollers. Right in his ear when she climbs into Steve’s arms like a twelve year old monkey. He sets her down immediately, trying to play it cool.

Dawn and Billy start jumping up and down together, obviously high on adrenaline and Steve feels like shit. For having to be the bad guy all the time. 

He sits gingerly on the couch. Tries to tack on his best let’s have a serious discussion face, even as Dawn and Billy continue humming the chorus together. 

Billy breaks away, pumping his arm. “How sick is that synth track, kiddo?”

“So sick.” Dawn says. She collapses onto the floor, exhausted. “I think I like that better than the one on Dangerous.”

Steve gapes. “That’s hardly appropriate.”

Billy scowls, indignant. “You’re the one who let Aunt Robin sneak in the first album we ever fu--”

"Bill.”

He shuts up, sighing. “Babe. You’re gonna be cool about this, right?”

“I’m cool!” Steve insists, leaning back on the couch. “I’m the coolest, ask anyone.”

Billy grins, cheeks flushing pink. “Really? ‘Cause you’re acting pretty uncool.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yup,” Billy teases. “Coming in and unplugging the stereo like that. Right in the middle of the riff, too.” Billy whistles low, shaking his head. “Gotta be one of the seven sins.”

“What, cutting a Depeche Mode song in half?” Steve deadpans. “I just would’ve preferred she start out with. Like. Speak and Spell. or something.” 

Dawn beams. “What’s that? Can we listen to that one next?”

Billy ignores her, honed in. “Dawn’s twelve now, that’s like. Practically a teenager.”

“Yeah, Dad.” She says smugly. “I’m practically a teenager.”

“Exactly.” Billy triumphs, pasting himself to Steve’s side. “And as a practically-almost-teenager, it’s about time she hears some good music.” 

“Hey, you said good music is whatever makes me feel something,” Dawn accuses, sitting bolt upright. “Good music makes your skin all tingly and your tummy do backflips and your heart--”

“I said real music makes you feel something. I never specified what makes it good.” Billy says smugly. “Everything you’ve heard before today is real music but it’s not good music.”

Steve lets Billy fuse their bodies together, wincing as his arm touches miles of sticky skin. 

Dawn shrugs her shoulders. 

Unbothered.

Unapologetic. 

“What you said before, kiddo, about your heart and your tummy. Does this record make you feel like that?” Steve wonders, and Dawn’s nodding her head before he’s even finished. 

He sighs. “Go get my cassette case, then. We’ve got some work to do.”

--

With her Walkman turned up as high as it will go, muttering along to the words as if in prayer, Dawn grows up before their eyes. 

Two new copies of Violator are purchased before the year is out. Once because it’s played so much the wheels fall off, and again because Joey steals the new one.

Billy gets a phone call from Max the day after it goes missing. “The World Wide Web is an evil, disgusting place.”

Billy snorts. “Pretty sure kids are calling it the Net these days, grandma. Keep up.”

“I don’t want to keep up.” She snaps. “Four years. A whole kindergarten age child ago I force Joey to sit down and listen to my cassettes--”

“Your cassettes?” Billy mumbles, alarmed. “No wonder the kid’s purging himself on Steve’s shit.”

“Oh fuck off. That’s where he heard them?”

Billy plays dumb. 

Max catches on instantly. “He’s been locked in his room, listening to Policy of Truth all day. I just don’t understand what’s so appealing about a bunch of sad boys--”

“Be nice.”

“Do you really think the kids are old enough to listen to that shit, man?” Max sounds like she’s coming apart at the edges. Scattered to the wind. “I mean. He left his room twice. Once to make a sandwich and again to borrow one of my skirts.”

Billy grins. “Ah. So he got his hands on some pictures of Martin Gore, that was fast--”

“He tore the thing to shreds, Billy.”

And Billy doesn’t get what the problem is, many of Joyce’s tattered Sunday skirts hanging in his closet even now. 

He shrugs. “’S more punk that way.”

“God. Name the kid after his freaky uncle and the kid will deliver.” Max retorts miserably. She takes a deep breath. “What the fuck am I gonna do?”

“Dunno. Remove the stick from your ass?”

“Ha-ha.” Max spits, but. It sounds like she’s smiling. “Speaking of sticks up asses. Did Steve have a cow?”

Billy shrugs again, wrapping the phone chord around his wrist. “Whole barn, more like. But I think I convinced him.”

“Of what? That the perversion of our youth is okay?”

“No, that the kids are getting older.” Billy says. He doesn’t get it, why he’s the only one in touch with reality. “Joey’s Fifteen, Dawn’ll be thirteen in a couple months. They’re not little kids anymore, Max, they’re teenagers.”

She sighs. “So we’re supposed to let them listen to whatever they want.”

“Within reason. Susan and Neil would’ve bought the barn at full price if we hadn’t snuck around.”

Max makes a noise. “I never listened to--”

“N.W.A?”

“Fuck you, they have an incredible social commentary on the issues faced by disenfranchised people in the--”

“Check mate.”

Max falls silent. And then, glumly, “I hate you for always being right.”

Billy leans against the wall, chuckling. “I’m your big brother. Comes with the territory.”

--

When they get Dawn’s birthday list, only one thing is circled in red. 

Joey and I want to see Depeche Mode live.

Steve wonders if he can make that happen.

[senorarelojes]

Ficlet: Violator (1/1)

Summary: This prompt from @songsofgayanddevotion and @raphinas: "basically, dave goes to have a prostate exam and alans the doctor and basically dave comes over the table while alan is checking him LMAOOOOO" Rating: Mature

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When Dave opened the door, he thought he’d gotten the wrong office at first. “Oh, sorry,” he said hesitantly, hovering in the doorway. At Dr. Miller’s desk was an immensely good-looking young man who was scanning a clipboard, his eyebrows raised inquiringly at Dave. “Erm, I think I’ve got the wrong office--” Dave began.

“Are you David Gahan?” the man said pleasantly before rising to his feet. He was a little taller than Dave, six feet of trim muscle in neatly pressed grey trousers and a black Oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was a world away from the casual polo tees and slacks that Dr. Miller favoured. “You’re here for the prostate check?”

Dave only belatedly realised his mouth was hanging open when the bloke’s eyebrows inched higher, waiting for Dave’s response. “Um, yeah, yeah that’s right,” he said hurriedly, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him. “Sorry, I was expecting Dr. Dan Miller--”

“He’s down with a very bad flu,” the bloke said, before offering his hand. He had the longest, most elegant fingers Dave had ever seen, and Dave forced himself not to think about where those fingers would be later. “I’m Dr. Alan Wilder, I’m the locum taking over his patients for today.”

“Oh. Um. Cool.” Dave shook his hand a little awkwardly, trying not to notice the nice firm grip of Dr. Wilder’s handshake. “I’m Dave Gahan.”

Dr. Wilder’s mouth curled up a little in amusement. It somehow made him even more attractive; Dave was fucking doomed. “Yes, I know,” Dr. Wilder said, tilting the clipboard at Dave. “Do have a seat, Mr. Gahan.”

“Dave!” he blurted out, before realising that Dr. Wilder was staring at him. “I mean, Dave is fine. No need for Mr. Gahan.”

“Sure.” Dr. Wilder just smiled at him, and Dave decided this must be divine punishment for all the grief he’d put his mother through as a wayward teenager. “So I read through your files, and I understand you told Dr. Miller that you had concerns about prostate cancer.”

Dave nodded, feeling a bit more settled back on familiar territory. “Yeah, my uncle was diagnosed with it last month. And I don’t know the medical history of my dad - my bio dad - so I thought I should get it checked on.”

Dr. Wilder simply nodded without judgement. “You’re in your 30s now, so you’re not in the typical at-risk group for prostate cancer. Still, whenever family history is involved, it is understandable if you have concerns.”

Dave let out a long breath, relieved that Dr. Wilder seemed to be taking him seriously for now. Besides, Dr. Wilder had a very calm, relaxing manner about him that felt infectious, something about his voice that was pleasant and soothing. Dave would pay money to hear this bloke read audiobooks.

Then again, Dave would also pay to hear and see the very handsome Dr. Wilder do a whole manner of other things.

“So what’s going to happen now are two things,” Dr. Wilder explained. “First, we will conduct a Digital Rectal Exam, which would be a physical examination by a trained physician to see if you have an enlarged prostate. Then we will also do a blood test to check your prostate-specific antigen levels.”

“Right.” Dave desperately tried to ignore the heat suffusing his face. He wasn’t going to blush in front of a medical professional because of a fucking prostate exam. “Yup, I get that.”

Here, Dr. Wilder hesitated. “It’s important that you feel comfortable with the doctor conducting the digital rectal exam,” he said quietly. “If you would rather have Dr. Miller do the test with you, we can reschedule--”

“No I want you,” Dave said a little too quickly. His face felt like it was on fire as Dr. Wilder’s smile curled up in amusement again. “I mean-- fuck, sorry. I meant I don’t mind you doing it.”

“If you’re sure.” Dr. Wilder was already pulling the drawer open and taking out a box of latex gloves, so hell yes, Dave was fucking sure.

Dave tried not to look too eager as he unbuttoned his jeans and shed them, going to where Dr. Wilder was telling him to stand. “Could you take off your briefs, then bend over the examination bed?” Dr. Wilder politely asked him, and Dave had to bite his tongue so he wouldn’t respond that he would do anything Dr. Wilder asked him to that involved beds and getting naked. Slipping off his briefs and folding them on top of his jeans in a neat pile, Dave shivered a little at the cold air hitting his exposed bottom.

Getting into position as he leaned against the bed, Dave heard the snap of Dr. Wilder’s gloves, along with his footsteps coming closer. “Relax,” Dr. Wilder said, a cool hand resting on Dave’s bum. “I’m a doctor.”

Dave could only nod in response, not trusting himself to speak. Already he could smell Dr. Wilder’s clean scent, a mix of aftershave and a faint whiff of tobacco. Dave closed his eyes, thinking about Dr. Wilder’s hands on his body, touching the most intimate of places that only his ex-wives had breached. He could also feel the heat emanating off Dr. Wilder’s body behind him, and Dave couldn’t help thinking about what the man would feel like in bed, spooning behind Dave and fucking him from behind, that sly refined mouth pressing kisses to Dave’s neck.

To Dave’s horror, his dick started taking a very keen interest in Dr. Wilder’s nearness as well as the lurid fantasies running through Dave’s head. “It’s fine,” Dr. Wilder reassured him, his voice dropping to that low and relaxing tone again. “Don’t worry about it, it happens to patients sometimes.”

Dave was thankful that Dr. Wilder was both acknowledging his erection while not being weird about it or put off. “I don’t, I’m sorry--”

“Relax, Dave.” The silky way Dr. Wilder said his name made Dave jerk a little, his cock starting to leak over the sterile paper sheets on the examination bed.

Now Dave could hear the squirting of lube from a pump bottle, then Dr. Wilder slicking his fingers. “Spread your legs a little wider,” Dr. Wilder said, and maybe it was Dave’s imagination but the doctor’s voice sounded a little rougher than normal. “Mmm yes, that’s good. Open up for me.”

Dave bit back a moan as he felt Dr. Wilder’s finger slipping inside him, slowly at first so as to help him get used to the intrusion. “Okay?” Dr. Wilder asked, his voice so gentle that Dave fought the temptation to turn around and kiss the living daylights out of him.

“Yeah.” Dave kept his breaths slow and easy, biting down on his forearm as Dr. Wilder slid in a second finger, in and out of Dave in an easy glide. “Keep-keep going.”

Dr. Wilder didn’t say anything, but he pressed a comforting hand on the small of Dave’s back while his fingers inside Dave were searching around for his prostate. This time Dave couldn’t hold back the moan when Dr. Wilder finally found it, pressing on it gently and making Dave leak embarrassing amounts of pre-come all over the covered bed.

“All right?” Dr. Wilder was definitely breathing faster now, even though his voice was still even, but Dave was too busy rolling his hips back, greedily demanding for more pressure from those talented fingers, too far gone with pleasure to care about propriety and inappropriate doctor-patient boundaries and getting sued by the hospital. All he cared about was the insanely hot man behind him with his fingers sending Dave through waves and waves of toe-curling pleasure, on the brink of one of the most intense orgasms he would ever experience.

“Dave--” Dr. Wilder sounded so breathless and stunned that when his fingers crooked against Dave’s prostate again, Dave came and came with a resounding yell, spurting all over the bed and his own bare feet, his legs shaking so hard that they almost couldn’t hold him up. Dave was gasping for air, trying to recover from the brain-melting orgasm as his head thunked down on the bed.

Oh fuck, Dave thought, remembering that Dr. Wilder definitely did not sign up to finger fuck one of his patients into oblivion. Shakily standing upright, Dave turned around with a litany of apologies at the ready. “Fucking hell, I’m so sorry--”

Dr. Wilder was staring at him, his cheeks pink with pleasure and his eyes brighter than stars. His gaze dropped down to Dave’s mouth, and Dave suddenly realised - with a white-hot pleasure - that he had nothing to be embarrassed about because the doctor was licking his lips while staring at Dave’s dripping cock.

“I, uhh--” Dr. Wilder quickly took off his gloves before handing Dave a box of tissues. “I will give you a while to clean up, Mr. Gahan. Someone else will be along shortly to help you. Sorry about that.”

“What do you-- wait!” Dave called out as Dr. Wilder left the examination room, but it was too late.

***

After Dave had finished cleaning up and putting on his jeans again, a nurse came in and apologetically told him that Dr. Wilder had been called to assist with an emergency, so Dr. Miller would follow up with Dave next week about his test results. “Emergency my arse,” Dave grumbled under his breath as the nurse led him out. Outside, Dr Wilder was nowhere to be seen.

Then Dave had an idea.

He only had to wait outside the hospital for about 15 minutes before he spotted Dr. Wilder heading to the designated smoking area, looking a bit shaken as he dug around for his cigarettes. When Dave walked up to him, Wilder avoided his eyes. “If you have any complaints, you can lodge them with the hospital,” he said in a tired voice.

Dave gaped at him. “Wh- wait, why would I want to lodge a complaint?” he said in amazement. “I came to fuckin’ apologise to you, mate.”

“Oh.” Dr. Wilder took a deep drag of his cigarette, a bit confused. “So you’re not mad I took advantage of you?”

Dave stepped a little closer, taking Dr. Wilder’s cigarette from him for his own drag. “As long as you’re not mad I came all over your table.”

They smoked in silence for a while, at least until one of the nurses popped her head out of the back door and called Dr. Wilder’s name, saying his next patient was here. Dr. Wilder stubbed out the cigarette, looking carefully at Dave.

“They warned us about this in pre-med, you know,” Dr. Wilder said with a little smile. “Being attracted to one of your patients. Never happened to me until today.”

Dave’s grin at him was so wide that it was hurting his cheeks a little. “Well, when Dan Miller comes back, I won’t be your patient anymore, will I?”

Dr. Wilder’s smile widened in response. “No, I suppose not.”

“Then it’s a date.” Dave grabbed his arm, taking the pen from his pocket and writing his number on Dr. Wilder’s arm. “So you don’t have to nick my mobile from my personal data.”

“Because that would be wrong.” Dr. Wilder smirked at him before heading back inside, leaving Dave laughing at the smoking area.

[spushii]

JUST saw that you answered my ask and WOOHOOOO sooo happy you liked placebo I really like em <3 I thought that the debut album is a good start for someone who doesn't know them but my fave albums are "meds" (one of my favorite/comfort music albums Ever lol) and "without you I'm nothing". ALSO they did a fun cover album and their cover of dm's "I feel you" is imo better than the og track (and I Like dm) OK peace ✌️

HIII josef! alright cool i'll have to check those out sometime! i feel you cover REALLY intrigued me though so i went ahead and listened to that. you're right its GOOD but i dont think i like it quite as much as the original depeche mode ver. Brian Molko's vocals just dont do it for me like Dave Gahan's. but also LOL THERES A COVER OF RUNNING UP THAT HILL HERE? omfg and bigmouth strikes again. ok im listening to these also. ok the running up that hill cover is cute but the original is literally like a masterpiece, hard act to follow. i think i appreciate that it doesnt try to be kate bush. kinda reminds me of NIN actually, which is funny. WAIT BIGMOUTH STRIKES AGAIN IS REALLY GOOD. DISCMAN/MEGADRIVE is ADORABLE. also this cover fucking bangs. it actually REALLY surprised me god i didnt think i'd like it this much. thank you so much for the recs!!!!!

[visible-disappointment]

who the fuck is dave gahan

[bowieisworried]

how would you describe your ideal type (look vise)?

what is something you'd get cancelled for on stan twitter (if you were an idol)

if it was possible and you could choose any occupation, what would you choose to do for the rest of your life?

Oooh, interesting ones...

So my ideal type is a tough one because for women I definitely have a type, easy peasy. Men though? My taste is a hot mess.

Women with strong features, a total badass bitch vibe. I love short hair, but I also love long hair (so long as it isn't super straight). Basically thinking Amber Liu, Pink, Halsey, Samira Wiley, Lauren Bacall.

Now with men... anyone who knows me will tell you I am not picky. Ideal type? Someone with a "I could kill you and I might, but you'll just have to fuck around and find out." My typical type would either be guys like Ken Watanabe and Daniel Craig, very blocky, chonky, manly men or guys like Bryan Ferry and Dave Gahan, sleezy, sly, fox-like lounge lizards.

I'd get cancelled in seconds for a multitude of things: Public drinking during the day, trespassing, not being able to hold my tongue when faced with idiots, being too much of a hoe, being too political, the list goes on...

I'd be a camera operator, specifically in the music industry, whether it would be for live events or music videos. It's damn hard work but it would make me a happy bunny.

[passionate-reply]

For the synthboy ask: 1 and 24

Lmao, it’s officially the synthboy ask now.

1: WHO’S A ROCK STAR WHO SHOULDN’T HAVE FACIAL HAIR?

It seems really common for older men to feel the need to grow some sort of lame, low-effort facial hair when they hit a certain age. I think the biggest offender in this department is probably Depeche Mode’s Dave Gahan, who hopped on the strange goatee-ish, soul patch-y moment of the late 90s and 00s and really suffered for it. Admittedly, I don’t think he’s particularly attractive, which is sort of sacrilegious among DM fans. I can sorta see the appeal, but he’s the only member of the band I don’t think is all that hot. (This includes Vince Clarke. I would definitely fuck Vince Clarke.)

24: WHICH ROCK STAR WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE A SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP WITH?

Easy answer, John Foxx. Not only is he easy on the eyes, but he remained so as he’s gotten older. Much like when a house has “good bones,” when a man has a decent jawline, he tends to end up as a...you know, silver fox. Plus, I think we’d really get along. Me and Foxx would get along pretty well, too. We’re both sort of pretentious aesthetes and film lovers, and we get bored doing the same thing too much. We also have a similar fashion sense, though he’s 6′1″ and I couldn’t steal most of his clothes. Maybe we could share neckties!

[delta-magnetic]

2, 4, and 5 with Dave Gahan, Dave Grohl, and Lars Ulrich!

oOo !!!! i feel love in this chilis tonight

2- fist fight, get drunk with, share a flat with

fist fight- lars, no questions asked. he still has 4 inches on me but whether i win or lose i can say i’ve fist fought lars ulrich

drunk- hmmm tough one, but i think i’ll pick dave grohl bc i feel like even if we both got shitfaced he’d still like, make sure i was fine n stuff

share a flat- dave gahan! partially bc he’s the only one left but also i’d be cool/fun to just, experience him in an everyday life situation?

4- write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

write- i think writing one with dave gahan would be really neat! lots of insight on things, super eloquent too

read- i am NOT good at reading out loud but i think dave grohl would be very kind n patient w me and enjoy it nonetheless

hit- lars. maybe not even that hard but still the answer is always violence

5- go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey

fuCK THIS ONE IS HARD!!

road trip- dave gahan! taking a ride with my best friend he’d absolutely be the one driving and i think he’d make wonderful conversation the entire trip

plane- dave grohl, partially bc he’s a Cool Dude, and also just because i’d be thinking about the Learn to Fly vid kjsdfbj

train- lars! only one left but also i feel like he’d also be good convo? like current or young he’d be fun to talk to prolly, but not as intimately as a road trip convo would be (plus there’s no way in hell i’d let him ever drive lmao)

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