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Five Days - A Joel Miller Series

Summary: Joel Miller comes back into your life unexpectedly after a gap of thirty years, and stirs up all kinds of memories and longing. Now, as you're stationed on an outpost for five days alone with the man you stupidly let go of all those years ago, you have a chance to confront him about your past life together and all the things you wished you’d said and done.

But Joel’s different now, and you know you need to tread carefully. Joel Miller is not the same man you once knew in another life.

A slow burn romance set in the post apocalyptic world, approx. twenty or so years after the initial Cordyceps outbreak.

Pairing: Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x MatureF!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. However reader is of a similar age range as Joel; in her late forties/early fifties. Joel is slightly older at 56.)

Chapter Word Count: 3.1k

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☝🏻See Series Masterlist for full smut warnings & triggers in this story. Chapters that contain smut or triggers will be highlighted in the chapter notes below. 👇🏻

Chapter notes: Setting the scene. Establishing characters. Joel will make his debut in chapter 2. Nothing too heavy to note in this chapter.

Enjoy! 🖤

The wooden gates are tall, thick.

You can’t see over them or through them much either. But you can hear the sounds of approaching horses on the other side, the clip-clopping of many sets of impending hooves.

The four horsemen that flank you all push you forward without touching you. Their threats are enough to have kept you moving at a steady pace the whole arduous journey here. The one on the pale horse to your right, that's Death, you're convinced.

You know without a shadow of a doubt that if you or the others try anything, a bullet will rip through the back of your brain stem as he keeps watch with ghostly dead orbs fixated on you.

You glance at Kelper; his furtive eyes meet yours. He breathes out slowly, but he’s clearly as rattled as you are.

You throw a nervous glance over your shoulder at the other three - Max, Guthrie and Sal - and their dirty, frightened faces mirror yours. You gulp, stopping dead in your tracks as the gates are fully wrenched open.

You all immediately raise your hands as you're met with barrels of guns aimed at you from more men on horses. There are so many of them.

Shit.

Two men who are not on horseback, are pulled forward by rabid dogs that bark and fight against the chains choking them; they circle you all. You freeze, staying as still as you can as the dogs rumble around with snapping teeth, sniffing you out for possible infection.

Once you’re all deemed clear, your heart rate slows, but still thuds against your rib cage as you wait anxiously.

All their eyes are on you; this tiny, dishevelled group of unarmed strangers who have floated unexpectedly into their territory. They all believe you to be a bigger threat to them than any infected that may stray by. That fear is evidenced by the weapons they brandish so uncouthly at you all.

Five, against at least sixteen. Plus the four at the rear. Clumsy maths tells you you’re massively outnumbered if you were to try anything.

They make sure you know this.

The infected they can predict; feed and kill, it's an MO that’s catatonically simple. But living people with functioning brains are wildly unpredictable and that’s what makes them - you - dangerous.

“Ain’t nothing quite like that Wyoming hospitality, huh?” Kelper whispers to you. It's just like him to try and make light of the terrifying predicament, but it fails to reassure you this time.

“You think they’ll listen to us?” You murmur back to Kelper warily.

A woman rides up in between the horses on a brown stud. And the marksmen part like the Red Sea to make way for her.

She looks important, authoritative in her stance and tough shoulders framed with flowing wayward braids like Medusa's snakes, and Kelper notices it too.

“If they want to keep on living this way, they’ll have to.” He murmurs back.

You glance past them all; the commune inside the gates is thriving much to your surprise. Timber houses, throes of green plants; children that don’t appear malnourished run around freely. Your stomach rumbles and you can't remember the last time you ate something substantial.

Kelper takes a singular step forward slowly, and the repeated frantic hollering for him to remain still pulls your focus back to the charged situation at hand. A fragile powder keg that could go off with one wrong move or word exchanged.

And then you’re all fucked.

“We’re not here to cause any trouble, we’re not hostile." He assures. His voice is clear and steady despite the noticeable tremor in his fingers. “But you have to listen to me, your very lives here depend on it.”

The woman on the horse speaks. “We don’t take kindly to threats.”

Kelper shakes his head. “No. It’s a friendly warning, ma’am. If you’ll please hear me out, that is?”

She nods once after eyeing him cautiously and he continues to make his case. “There’s a horde of infected not too far from here. About fifteen miles out west, give or take. Over a thousand at least, possibly strayed from the cities.”

The woman flinches at this revelation, but remains steady. Kelper recommences. “We lost our people to them. This is the last of us, five. We lost everything-”

She interrupts harshly. “I’m sorry, I really am-”

“I know what you’re going to say. You can’t help us. You can’t make room for us... I can understand that.” Kelper bites back, but is non-threatening.

“No. We have plenty of room.” She corrects.

You baulk, but the glib comment doesn't throw him off.

“I get it, we’re a threat to you. You don’t know us. This world has made people less trusting and made others who wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of that. Coming here with a wild story about mass infected? Hell, I would have shot me already and been done with it.” Kelper explains through a hard swallow and you know he means it.

He would have if the shoe were on the other foot. You’ve witnessed it time and again. It’s one of the reasons you’re still alive.

“But what I tell you is true, whether you believe me or not. You have more scouts, right? These fine gentlemen here,” he motions to the four menacing horsemen behind him that ambushed you all, “they spotted us a mile off and I don’t doubt that you have more out there protecting your interests. It’s wise of you, it’s what I did with my people. There are worse things out there than infected, ma’am.”

The woman nods slowly, listening.

“But send some out west, and you’ll see. I can show you where on a map. All it takes is for that horde to get wind of you here and they’ll be on you like hornets to a popsicle. And all this? Everything you’ve built here, will be gone.” Kelper implores.

“You underestimate us.” The woman says boldly.

Kelper shakes his head. “No ma’am. I don’t doubt that you can take care of your business, your people. By the looks of it you've done a stand up job so far. It’s a heck of a fortress you got going on here. You’ve endured and survived. But you're massively outnumbered. Against a thousand, maybe more? You know it.” Kelper steadied.

The woman tensed, soothing her horse when it whinnied with a gentle pat to its head.

“You don't strike me as impulsive; it’s why you guys have survived so long, right? Why you’ll continue to, long after this is over.”

You remain still as you scan the faces of some of the marksmen peering at one another uneasily as Kelper speaks. He’s getting through to them. You realise you’ve been holding your breath as you splutter. One of the men holding a rifle eyes you carefully.

The woman breathes in as you breathe out, and you can see her shoulders relax a little; her grip on the reins loosen.

“You’re smart, ma’am. I can sense that about you. You know this can’t be ignored and will need a careful plan. They’re right on your doorstep and could be coming at you any day. We can help you with that. We want to help you. That's why we came, to warn you.” Kelper continues.

The woman looks at a man on her left; one of the marksmen with a bald, shiny head reddening from the sun. He returns a stare back to her, mirroring her own concerns.

Your arms are aching and you lower them a little, still keeping your palms out. Your eyes are watering from squinting in the hot glare above. Your mouth is the driest you've ever recalled it being in your lifetime.

All around you are rifles and guns pointed in your face and you try to breathe normally. Counting the stark, slow minutes until a decision is made, whether it’s in your favour or not.

“All I ask is that you let us help you-”

“Why?” She interrupts. “Why do you want to help us?”

“Because,” Kelper said, “I wish someone had helped us.”

The woman eyes him carefully. You feel it grip your heart as you hear the small choke on the end of his words.

“No-one else needs to die because of any stubbornness or mistakes... Once it’s over, we’ll be on our way, if that’s what you insist. We know our place. But we'd be grateful if you can spare some food, something to drink whilst we’re here? We’ve been displaced on the road for days. I know you know what that’s like, ma’am.” Kelper professes to the woman.

She bristles and you see her swallow; her hard eyes then soften a little and you smile inwardly.

He did it, Kelper got through. You breathe out freely, your stance relaxing a little.

“My name is Maria.” She states to him.

“I’m Kelper.” Kelper nods with a warm smile.

He then introduces you and the others fanned out behind you, and she acknowledges you all with a tight line for a smile as the guns are lowered; your numb arms finally drop by your sides keenly.

“If what you say is true Kelper, then we are thankful for your arrival.” Maria concludes. “It’s rare to find people who want to help these days. We’ll send out some scouts to verify your information,” she addresses the bald man now and he turns on his horse and heads away behind her. Two others follow him back into the commune. “Whilst we assess the situation, we’ll get you settled in.” Maria adds to Kelper. “You’re right, I do know what it’s like to be out there.”

“Thank you,” Kelper praises earnestly.

“But don’t you or any of your people mistake my kindness for naivety. Whilst you're here, you’ll be under our careful watch until we can trust you.” She warned starkly. “You’ll need to earn your keep if you want to stay on.”

“Whatever you need from us, we’ll be happy to cooperate.” Kelper turns to you with a small, hopeful smile.

You smile at the men on the horses gratefully as they lower their guns, and then at Maria, whose face still remains sceptical, but softer with it.

“Welcome to Jackson,” she finishes.

You stay under the shower for an indeterminable amount of time.

Hot, running water has never felt so good on your aching bones. It feels so good that you let out a wondrous sob into the jet; welling up over something so trife as cleaning yourself.

Something that was previously taken for granted so much in another life.

Once dried off, you find a small basket left on your new bed. Clean clothes, some personal products such as a hairbrush, toothbrush with paste; some sanitary products and a small vial of oily perfume that looks like it’s handmade.

You pop out the cork and it smells of lavender and you smile in awe. It’s been a while since you remember what it feels like to smell clean and fragrant.

Your small group had been given rooms divided between two houses, side by side, in the commune. You were sharing with Sal, and the boys were tucked up in the house next door. Discreet guards were stationed across the street opposite, but you were free to mingle.

In fact Maria had encouraged it, and pointed out a bar along the way as she'd shown you all around.

The Tipsy Bison, it was called. You and Kelper couldn’t help but look at one another in mirth, astonished at such a thing and the commune’s sense of humour to boot.

“We brew our own beer here,” Maria had announced proudly.

You took note of the houses in various stages of being constructed; men and women working on the wooden beams and erecting frames further down the street as you were led towards them. The people here were industrious and keen to grow and expand, it seemed.

There were gardeners tending to an array of plentiful vegetables being grown, people who looked after the horses, and you passed small tables under canopies that were laden full of objects being sorted, like clothes, cans of food and other such items that you assumed they had scavenged en masse.

The house smelled fresh with a new paint aroma; it housed furniture and basic amenities that made it feel like a home. It had running water, electricity and even a TV. “There’s no live stations of course, but you can watch a DVD; there’s a vast collection in the library you can choose from.” Maria had explained.

“You have a library?” Kelper had asked, blinking excitedly.

“And a school and a cinema. We found a projector and it works pretty well.” She’d stated. “Town movie nights on Fridays at the bar. We have an infirmary too,” she had said regarding Guthrie's busted up arm, and he was fixed up, returning with his arm set in a cast a while later as if by some unknown magic.

Compared to what Kelper had so eagerly provided you, despite his aspirations it wasn’t much, but he provided warmth, safety and food. However this place was a stationed sanctuary. A place of some of the old normality in a world where it had all been stripped down to the bare bones to be picked at.

With the windows open now in the bedroom as you finished getting dressed, the scent of wild flowers wafts in. If you close your eyes this could feel like you were back home; the sounds of birds, children laughing and chatter ebbing in from outside. Like the world was still normal and not ravaged by monsters ready to tear you up.

You take a moment to absorb it all in, to let the worry and angst fall from your shoulders and it feels good to feel a little lighter, even if it’s fleeting.

As you pull on clean socks - clean socks! - There’s a faint rap at the bedroom door. Kelper’s on the other side, freshly groomed with a buzzcut and full shave, and you smile in wonderment at how different he looks after being hidden under a scraggly beard for so long. He’s lost about ten years and it’s a dramatic change.

“Look at you!” You exclaim in wonderment.

“Had a Charles Manson vibe about me, no wonder they wanted to shoot us.”

You chuckle. “That's a heck of a haircut. Going to have to get used to it.”

“Yeah, Maria did it. She did a pretty good job of it too,” he says, running his hand over his now much shorter hair. “We talked. She’s inherently formidable, but I trust her.”

“The others settled in?” You ask, smiling.

He nods, stepping forward as you beckon him in and shut the door. “I think so, they're nervous. But they’ll be fine. The town is wary of us though, she was right when she said they’d have eyes on us. Can’t take a piss without feeling it.”

“Yeah. I'd be wary too.” You surmise.

“I’ve agreed to meet with Maria and the council members in the morning when their scouts report back. I think I’ve come up with a solution that could work with the horde.” Kelper explains.

“Such as?” You ask, pulling on your boots and lacing them.

Kelper plonks his butt on the end of your bed. “I’ve been looking at some maps with Maria this afternoon whilst we brainstormed. There’s a canyon about twenty-five miles from here. If we can lead the infected up there, get them in somehow, we can blow it. Crush the fuckers.”

“You wanna blow up a canyon?” You baulk. “Kelper, you don’t do things by half. Shit."

He chortles back. “It’s the best shot. The risk is too high if we let them roam freely. They're too close.”

“It could work, I guess.” You were imagining it in your head. Big explosions and masses of infected blown to smithereens. You felt no pity for their impending doom, not after what they did to your people.

You shook away the thoughts of panic and the screams still ringing inside your ears.

“Just gotta hope they have the means to pull it off. Going to need some serious firepower.” Kelper states.

“They’re packing pretty heavily,” you say, peering through the windows out into the commune. Men were walking openly around with guns, some with military grade artillery. “I've seen a couple of sexy M-16's." You arch your brow and cock a smirk at him.

"Easy there," he smirks back "we know you like 'em big and powerful."

You chuckle. "They’re bound to have collected or scavenged a haul and God knows what else. Probably picked off the old FEDRA outposts like we did. No way they’d leave this place unprotected.”

“I wouldn’t.” Kelper agrees with you.

You turn back to him. “You didn’t.” You remind him.

He sighs, feeling the recent loss resurface too. “I tried my best.” He dips his head and clears non-existent gunk out from under his nails; a trait when he’s nervous or upset you’ve noticed. “There were too fucking many-”

“What we lost wasn’t your fault, okay? We start over, rebuild.” You confirm gently. “That's all we can do.”

"Endure and survive." He affirms.

"Exactly."

He smiles thinly at you. “I want you there tomorrow.” Kelper confirms. “Your input.”

“You sure?”

He scoffs. “You serious? You’re the Goose to my Maverick.”

You smile, nodding. “Always.”

“Wouldn’t have made it this far without you. None of us would have. They need to know you’re strong, an asset.” Kelper states.

“We all are,” you correct him. Although most days it doesn’t feel like it.

It pulls in your intestines to know that the five of you that survived, are the five of you that were indeed the strongest of your group, and probably the most broken for it now too.

You take a moment to remember the ones who aren’t here anymore. And it’s as stark as it is bleak. The screams, the blood... it's all too much to even fathom. A few days ago you were a unit, a stronghold. A community. Now you're all just tattered, frayed tendrils ripped to shreds.

You still can't understand why or how it happened. Fuck, it happened so quickly. A blink of an eye and it was just... gone.

They're all gone.

You can feel the encroaching tears start to make your eyes shine but you blink them away. There’s no time for that. Endure and survive.

“So, shall we go and sample this home brewed beer?” Kelper suggests, standing up.

“You read my fucking mind,” you state with a smile.

To be continued...

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billboard-hotties-tourney · 2 months

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The Round Two Contenders

Hello, all! As we go into round two, I'll be accepting propaganda for only the following nominees:

Sting

Glenn Gould

Link Wray

Curtis Mayfield

Bob Seger

Oscar Peterson

Eric Stewart

Klaus Voormann

Paul McCartney

Gene Autry

Rod Argent

Fang

Freddie Mercury

John Paul Jones

Sly Stone

Tom Scholz

Justin Hayward

Roger Hodgson

Bo Diddley

Rick Wright

Gram Parsons

Geddy Lee

Ray Manzarek

Sam Cooke

Jimi Hendrix

David Gilmour

Noel Redding

Fats Domino

Eric Burdon

Jim Morrison

Bjorn Ulvaeus

Smokey Robinson

Nat King Cole

Dave Davies

Ray Brown

Ron Mael

Ian Curtis

Arlo Guthrie

Micky Dolenz

Syd Barrett

Chuck Berry

Renato Zero

Bruce Springsteen

Al Green

Miles Davis

Bill Bruford

Charles Brown

Mickey Finn

Bob Marley

Eric Dolphy

Neil Peart

Alan Parsons

Brian May

Neil Diamond

Mick Taylor

Robin Zander

Billy Preston

Mik Kaminski

Tony Bennett

Mick Ronson

Steve Miller

Tony Levin

Johnny Cash

Stevie Wonder

Gordon Lightfoot

Frank Zappa

Ernie Ford

David Coverdale

Marvin Gaye

Buddy Holly

Marc Bolan

Rory Gallagher

Todd Rundgren

Willie Dixon

Joe Strummer

Carl Palmer

David Bowie

Alvin Lee

Rick Danko

Clyde McPhatter

Cab Calloway

John Oates

Kenny Loggins

Roy Orbison

John Fogerty

Richie Havens

Ricky Nelson

Denny Laine

Otis Redding

Dave Vanian

John Coltrane

Elton John

BB King

Dean Martin

Rob Grill

Don Henley

Russell Mael

Jimmy Page

Cat Stevens

Tommy Shaw

Robbie Robertson

Phil Ochs

David Byrne

Steve Winwood

Donald Fagen

Carlos Santana

Peter Hammill

Tom Jones

Bev Bevan

Clarence Clemons

Sammy Davis Jr

Robert Lamm

Bobby Darin

Johnny Mathis

Tony Banks

Robert Plant

Brian Eno

Benny Andersson

Barry Gibb

John Deacon

Pete Seeger

Phil Lynott

Andy Gibb

George Harrison

Mickey Hart

Prince

Jack Bruce

Keith Moon

Those in bold have lots of propaganda already, so they're low priority. Rules for submitting propaganda are in the FAQ. If there are multiple people in the photo, please tell me which one the propaganda's for. Good luck to the round two musicians!

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betterskatethannever · 4 months

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2023 best of

best parts

Cyrus Bennett - HUF FOREVER / Johnny's Vid / 7 Ball

Patrick Praman - Three Seasons / REAL pro

Miles Silvas - City to City

Donovan Piscopo - Pawnshop x Nike 'Old Soul'

Bobby de Keyzer - 2411-Q02 HD24 (HARD DREAM)

Mason Coletti - Viva Mexico / Back to My World

Nick Matthews - HUF FOREVER / AM Scramble 2022

Rowan Davis - Lad is Pro as

Leo Romero - SKATER

Alan Bell - ab

Evan Wasser - Sk8 Prodigy

Eddie Cernicky - Inferno

Oscar Candon - Giddy #13: Abseiling Down

Mason Silva - HUF FOREVER / Take a Lap

Joey O'Brien - Alien Workshop / Thunder

John Shanahan - DOUBLE UP / Double Down

Jahmir Brown - BETA BLOCKERS

Ryuhei Kitazume - Meet You There / LENZ III / Nike x Tightbooth

Akwasi - Sci-Fi Fantasy / TOTAL ACTUAL COMFORT

Hermann Stene - Lille Rotta

Conor Charleson - Slight Inclination

Antonio Durao - Johnny's Vid

Max Palmer - Johnny's Vid / "Spiked Off" / LIMO / Atlantic Drift

Ville Wester - What Now? / 7 Ball / BETA BLOCKERS

Jordan Trahan - Hurricane Party / STATIC VI

best full-lengths

HUF - FOREVER

Foundation - Whippersnappers

Nike - 7 Ball

Palace - BETA BLOCKERS

Scumco - STRIKING DISTANCE 2

VANS VIDEO by Flech

Quasi - SIMULATION

SK8MAFIA VIDEO 2023

Tightbooth - LENZ III

Static VI

WKND - JIT

Lakai - Bubble

Magenta - Just Cruise II

best breakout parts

Felipe Munhoz - Devaneios

Tobias Christoffersen - Bissemayn Canape

Ben St. Aubin - rendered

Johnny Cumaoglu - DON’T ASK ME WHEN

Jason Nam - Carousel / SIMULATION

Johnny Purcell - Nova Scotia

Justin Grzechowiak - STRIKING DISTANCE 2

Rio Morishige - LENZ III

Jedd Mckenzie - Indy Raw AMs

Morgan DT - Empire MISMATCH

best womxn+ parts

Tania Cruz - WHIPPERSNAPPERS

Leo Baker - Nike signature

Sam Narvaez - HUF FOREVER

Nicole Hause x Chloe Covell x Hayley Wilson - Gassed Up

Cata Diaz - Cachai

Keet Oldenbeuving - Don't Walk

Fabiana Delfino - Santa Cruz / Swamp Week / FAST AF

Vitoria Mendonca - Element pro

Arin Lester - Sci-Fi Fantasy

Jenn Soto - Thunder

best independents

SHOPAHOLICS: Abandoned Mall

Circle by Chase Walker

Brett Nichols - Pathways 2 / Broadway

Steve Mastorelli - DON’T ASK ME WHEN

Fritte Soderstrom - Jante 5:36

best promo

GX1000 - Viva Mexico

adidas - Abnormal Communication ep. 5 Paris

Limosine - AUSTIN TEXAS LIMO TRIP

Pawnshop x Nike - Old Soul

This is Not the New Sour Video

Bronze TV ep. 2 (8/17/23)

Samurai Safari II

AM Scramble 2022

Quentin Guthrie - Assets

HARDBODY x DANCER

youtube playlists: best of 2023 (100) great vids 2023 (485)

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tinygiantplasticmonsters · 3 months

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Reaper miniatures unicorn from their bones usa line. Sculpt by S. Guthrie, paint by me. Done as a four color exercise and a little steam blowoff from the horde of LI infantry I'm working on. Painted with vmc pale yellow, scale 75 inktensity blue, and AK white and black, in various mixes. Decided to add in strong tone and vmc saddle brown for the base. Stray marks were very annoying to work aroind here, and you can kinda see where I screwed up washing the mane and the like, still rather happy with it, though feel like it could have used more color contrast.

#reaper miniatures #miniature painting #mini painting

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honestlytastygayasstrash · 3 months

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my fictional band JFKFC's biggest influences

(they are ranked from biggest to smallest but the ones at the bottom are still very important)

Bob Dylan

The Beatles

The Jimi Hendrix Experience

Aretha Franklin

Chuck Berry

Buddy Holly

Elvis Presley

Led Zeppelin

Carl Perkins

Little Richard

Fats Domino

Gene Vincent

Lonnie Donegan

Phil Spector

Ravi Shankar

Roy Orbison

The Isley Brothers

The Everly Brothers

Arthur Alexander

Eddie Cochran

Smokey Robinson

Larry Williams

The Shirelles

The Supremes

Little Willie John

The Marvelettes

The Shadows

Bill Haley

Buck Owens

Jerry Lee Lewis

Johnny Kidd & The Pirates

Bo Diddley

The Band

King Curtis

Carole King

Slim Whitman

Billie Holiday

Clara Ward

Dinah Washington

Mahalia Jackson

Ruth Brown

Sam Cooke

Sarah Vaughan

Big Maybelle

Sister Rosetta Tharpe

Willie Mae Ford Smith

Wynona Carr

Bessie Smith

Dorothy Love Coates

Ella Fitzgerald

Esther Phillips

James Cleveland

Johnny Ace

LaVern Baker

Ma Rainey

Nat King Cole

Nina Simone

Arizona Dranes

Blind Lemon Jefferson

Dave Van Ronk

Hank Williams

Rev. Gary Davis

Woody Guthrie

Allen Ginsberg

Bill Monroe

Blind Willie McTell

Cisco Houston

Hary Smith

Jimmie Rodgers

Leadbelly

Johnny Cash

Little Richard

Mississippi John Hurt

Odessa

Pete Seeger

Ramblin’ Jack Elliott

Bascom Lamar Lunsford

Clarence Ashley

Dock Boggs

Jesse Fuller

Robert Johnson

John Jacob Niles

Lefty Frizzell

The Carter Family

Victoria Spivey

Alan Lomax

Doc Primus

Doc Watson

Mississippi Sheiks

The Weavers

Roscoe Holcomb

George Gershwin

Percy Mayfield

Blind Boy Fuller

Josephine Baker

Frank Hutchison

Ewan MacColl

Billy Lee Riley

B.B. King

John Coltrane

The Yardbirds

Little Richard

Howlin’ Wolf

Muddy Waters

Cream

T-Bone Walker

The Impressions

Buddy Guy

Elmore James

Freddie King

Hubert Sumlin

Little Walter

Jimmy Reed

Lonnie Mack

Albert Collins

Bobby Womack

Curtis Mayfield

Earl Hooker

Esquerita

Johnny “Guitar” Watson

Ike Turner

Charley Patton

James Brown

Johnny Jenkins

Randy Hansen

Charlie Christian

Moby Grape

Fairport Convention

Otis Rush

Sonny Boy Williamson II

Willie Dixon

Anne Briggs

Bert Jansch

John Renbourn

The Creation

The Rolling Stones

Blind Willie Johnson

Davy Graham

Fleetwood Mac

James Cotton

Johnny Burnette

Memphis Minnie

Small Faces

Jake Holmes

Spirit

Tim Rose

Vanilla Fudge

#60s rock #60s #60s icons #60s elvis #1969 #1960s #1970 #sixties #50s elvis #1950s #1956 #1961 #70s music #70s #seventies #bob dylan #the beatles #jimi hendrix #aretha franklin #led zeppelin

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brooklynislandgirl · 3 months

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☕ cozy things tag game

comfort food(s): chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes with cream gravy and pepper, grilled cheese, or mac and cheese especially if the cheese is a little brown and crispy at the edges.

comfort drink(s): coffee with a splash of cream and two splenda packets. cocoa with whipped cream and sprinkled with cinnamon.

comfort movie(s): Starship Troopers, Tombstone, While You Were Sleeping

comfort show(s): Law & Order SVU, The Adventures of Brisco County Jr, Jack of All Trades

comfort clothing: my oversized bathrobe, especially paired with my Longhorns tee-shirt and grey leggings, my sea-turtle slippers.

comfort song(s): Alice's Restaurant and City of New Orleans by Arlo Guthrie, Donald McGillavry by Silly Wizard, literally any piobaireachd. Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog.

comfort book(s): Night Watch, Maskerade, Reaper Man, {{really all the Discoworld novels}} by Sir Terry Pratchett, The Princess Bride by William Goldman, Mona Lisa Overdrive and Burning Chrome by William Gibson, The Jungle Book and the Just So stories by Rudyard Kipling, The Horatio Hornblower series by CS Forester, The Richard Sharpe series by Bernard Cornwell <goes on listing books for a solid two weeks>....

comfort game(s): American Football {{College is better than pro but I have teams in both brackets}}, Dragon Age, Pathfinder, World of Darkness, Texas Hold 'Em....I mean I think we need to define this catagory better.

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Jane Asher and Gawn Grainger as Juliet Capulet and Romeo in “Romeo and Juliet” presentation while being on tour in the USA, 1967. Part 2. 🩶

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Old Vic Brings First Spoken Drama to The Music Center. By Cecil Smith. Los Angeles times— March 5th, 1967.

It seems a curious bit of scheduling to have the Bristol Old Vic in the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion of The Music Center, opening a three-week season of Shakespeare Tuesday night.The company is doing the first spoken drama ever performed in the new complex and it arrives on the threshold, the very eve, of the twin openings of the new theaters designed primarily for drama next month. Not that the spoken word is a stranger to the Pavilion. Some of the more interesting musical plays produced there, notably "Fiddler on the Roof," have been as dependent on their dramatic as on their musical structure. And if the Pavilion is fundamentally a music hall, still the verbal music of Shakespeare can be as stirring and compelling as any instrumental or vocal music ever devised. No one plays this music better than a British ensemble and among the great companies of England the Bristol Old Vic is considered one of the best. No less an authority than Sir Tyrone Guthrie says it is among the world's finest acting companies and that its managing director, Val May, is an immensely vital force in the English-speaking theater.

Suited the Action

Sir Tyrone suited the action to the word by staging the production of "Measure for Measure" that opens the BOV season here. May directed the production of "Hamlet" that enters the repertory Thursday and the "Romeo and Juliet" that will open next week. The three plays will rotate through March 25. The Bristol Old Vic was initially formed in 1946 as an offshoot, a sort of farm club for London's justly celebrated Old Vic. When the latter was melded into the British National Theater three years ago, the BOV became an independent entity.

It is supported by an annual grant of 40,000 pounds from the Federal Arts Council, plus a grant from the city of Bristol and its thriving box offices in two theaters-the legendary Theater Royal and its new Little Theater. But even in its days as m the outpost of the London company, the Bristol Old Vic had an individuality and a spirit all its own. I remember when the parent organization was in the Philharmonic on one of its tours some years ago, I asked John Neville, who was playing Hamlet, what his plans were after the tour, and he said he was leaving the London company to return to Bristol. I asked him why. "It's more adventurous, more experimental, more daring and," he smiled, "more fun."

Although the BOV is only doing Shakespeare on this first American tour under the sponsorship of S. Hurok, the Bard is not its primary product in England. The company is known as an innovator, launching new plays and new playwrights, trying new areas of stagecraft, new methods and new approaches. It was in the vanguard of the new wave of British drama that spawned Pinter, Shaffer, Osborne, Arden, Wesker, and others. It was the first company to produce an English version of Erwin Piscator's "War and Peace" (later staged with immense success in this country by the APA) and it first provided a stage for such plays as "A Severed Head" and "The Killing of Sister George." ⠀⠀⠀

The company has a vigorous acting school and training program that has a spawned a legendary crop of stars, among them Rosemary Harris, Peter O'Toole, Dorothy Tutin and Paul Rogers. m Although the concentration is on youth, many an established star has played at Bristol, including Wendy Hiller, Moira Shearer, Pamela Brown and Neville.

The Hamlet of the current company is one of England's brightest young stars, Richard Pasco. He's little known in this country, though he was in the movie "Room at the Top" and played Broadway with Laurence Olivier in

"The Entertainer." Pasco, who also plays the key role of Angelo in "Measure for Measure," told a Times correspondent in Bristol recently that he sees Hamlet as "a fish out of water." "He's plunked right in the middle of all this political intrigue and violence and that's what he hates most— violence," Pasco said.

He approves director May's decision to set the play in the Napoleonic era-"lots of conspiracy and blood around in those days." Pasco said his first West End job as an actor was in "Hamlet"-playing Fortinbras to the prince of Paul Scofield. He feels Scofield saw the character as "an angry young man." "Yet," said Pasco, "he's really pretty cool. He likes to think about things-in a world that likes to act. Not that he's unable to take care of himself—he learned that as a soldier. But he's a scholar who knows that violence only leads to more violence. It's not in his nature to do the things that have to be done.

That's the terrible part." Pasco was the original angry young man—he played Jimmy Porter in the English Stage Company's famous production of "Look Back in Anger" in 1956, which launched the new wave of British drama. Most of his career has been in classical repertory though he's also starred in British television and movies. He joined the Bristol Old Vic in 1964 for its first tour of Europe, which extended as far as Israel.

Famous member⠀⠀⠀

Actually, the most famous member of the current troupe is its Juliet, 20-year old Jane Asher-particularly with the miniskirt set. The fame that preceded her had nothing to do with her acting but her fan magazine reputation as the girl friend of Beatle Paul McCartney, which has brought out swarms of teenagers on the cross-country tour. In proper repertory fashion, she balances Juliet with the tiny role of Julietta in "Measure for Measure." There are other players quite celebrated in Britain among them, John Franklyn Robbins, Frank Barrie, Madge Ryan, Frank Middlemass, Gwan Granger, Barbara Leigh-Hunt. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

But as in the National Theater, the Comedie Francaise, the Moscow Art Theater, one goes to see an ensemble, not an individual. This is a new wrinkle in this country but with the success of such ensembles as the APA, ACT and others, it's gaining momentum. There's an immense sense of pride in the Bristol company and in its homebase theater, the 200-year-old Theater Royal in cred Eritain on a heater where Sarah Siddons played and Edmund Kean, William Charles Macready, Jenny Lind, Henry Irving and Ellen, Terry-the ghost of Mrs. Siddons is said to stalk its stage.

Some feel it prophetic that the Blitz, which levered much of Bristol, spared the theater. Val May accompanied his players to this country and stayed with them through their highly acclaimed New York openings, then returned to Bristol to prepare his spring season, which includes such varied offerings as "The Hostage," "The Taming of the Shrew," Galsworthy's "Strife" and Pinter's "The Homecoming."

Among three new plays to be produced is one by American author Robert Rich, "Message from the Grassroots," a play about Malcolm X with an all-white cast.

Dr. Guthrie met the troupe in Philadelphia to brush up his initial staging of "Measure for Measure," that blackest of black comedies, which was much condemned in Victorian England for its outspoken attitudes on sex and morals and its cynicism. Dr. Guthrie told me later he was quite pleased with the production and it was greeted in Philadelphia, Boston and New York with warmth and a goodly share of critical hosannas.

The play is out of Shakespeare's middle period when he was at the height of his powers, written at about the time he wrote "Othello," after "Hamlet" and prior to "Lear." Although labeled a comedy, it is quite a serious work and tragedy is narrowly averted and then only through good fortune. It's easy to see how it shocked the Victorians, dealing with the stern enforcer of a Viennese law holding fornication illegal and punishable by death.

When a young man gets his girl with child, he is sentenced to die, and his sister, a novice in a nunnery, offers her own chastity in exchange for her brother's life. What particularly upset the Victorians was Shakespeare's straightforward appraisal of humanity, as when he has the wry Pompey ask the young governor if, to enforce the law, he plans "to geld and spay all the youth of the city?" Eras change. The candor that delights one age shocks another and can delight a third. But what endures is the essential truth in the poet in his evaluation of man for all his vice and folly.

When he has Angelo say: "They say best men are moulded out of faults, and, for the most part, become much the better for being a little bad," it's downright comforting.

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When Ry Cooder famously made his debut appearance at Glastonbury, playing on the Pyramid stage on a damp day in June 1990, he chose not to be backed by a band but by a second guitarist who came on sporting bright red trousers, and hair and sideburns that were very long, even by rock music standards. The duo perched on stools, surrounded by a dozen guitars, mandolins or bouzoukis, and proceeded to prove that they were both virtuoso players who could sound as thrilling as any amplified band as they switched from the atmospheric Paris, Texas to songs made famous by Woody Guthrie, Lead Belly or Jerry Lee Lewis.

Cooder’s companion, David Lindley, who has died aged 78, was a musicians’ musician. He may never have been as well known as those he played with, but he was one of the most sought-after session players in the US. Best known for his collaborations with Cooder and Jackson Browne, he also recorded with an astonishing list of musicians that included Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, James Taylor, Iggy Pop, Linda Ronstadt, Dolly Parton, John Prine, David Crosby, Graham Nash, Ben Harper, Rickie Lee Jones and Bruce Springsteen. They wanted to work with Lindley not just because he was a great musician who could play almost any stringed instrument, from guitar and fiddle to slide guitar and mandolin through to oud and bouzouki, but because he knew how to interpret the mood of a song, adding texture and emotion without ever dominating.

His own musical taste was far more varied than the rock or singer-songwriter styles of the stars for whom he acted as sideman. When leading his own band, El Rayo-X, he was able to branch out and demonstrate his sense of humour as he explored blues, funk and reggae. Like Cooder, he was fascinated by musical styles from around the world, and some of his most original recordings were with musicians from Madagascar, Hawaii, Norway and Jordan.

Born in San Marino, Los Angeles, he was the son of Margaret (nee Wells) and Jack Lindley, a lawyer and music fan. He grew up listening to his father’s eclectic record collection, which included music from the Middle East and Asia, and he learned to play his father’s ukulele, then the banjo. While at La Salle high school in Pasadena he formed a bluegrass band, the Mad Mountain Ramblers, and then the Dry City Scat Band, which played around the Los Angeles folk clubs and at Disneyland. He was still a teenager when he first won the annual Topanga Canyon banjo and fiddle contest, but was asked to stop competing after he had won it five times.

Lindley’s reputation was growing fast, and in 1967 he landed his first major session, playing on Cohen’s debut, Songs of Leonard Cohen. By then he had formed his first electric band, Kaleidoscope, along with Chris Darrow, with whom he had played in the Scat Band. They released their first, wildly experimental album, Side Trips, in 1967, mixing Middle Eastern music with rock, cajun, country and bluegrass, but, though they were praised by Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin, their unique brand of “psychedelic folk” didn’t sell records. They broke up in 1970, after recording four albums, and Lindley moved to England to work with the singer-guitarist Terry Reid, who had famously turned down Led Zeppelin.

Moving back to the US, Lindley teamed up with Browne, with whom he spent the rest of the 1970s, touring and recording as a key member of his band, playing acoustic and electric guitar, slide guitar and fiddle. He perfectly complemented many of Browne’s best-loved songs, playing lap steel on Running on Empty and fiddle on Before the Deluge. Browne called him “my hero”, and other musicians asked him to play on their records when Browne did not require his services. His recordings during that period included three albums for Ronstadt, including her first No 1 album, the exquisite Heart Like a Wheel (1974), two with Rod Stewart, including his bestselling Atlantic Crossing (1975), along with albums with Crosby & Nash, Taylor, Warren Zevon and Parton.

He first recorded with Cooder on Jazz (1978) and Bop Till You Drop (1979), after which the duo began performing live together, touring in Australia and Japan. A 1979 live radio recording from Osaka was released on CD in 2021. On their tour in 1995 they were joined onstage by Cooder’s son, Joachim, and Lindley’s folksinger daughter, Rosanne, and released the album Cooder/Lindley Family Live at the Vienna Opera House.

After leaving Browne’s band in 1980, Lindley moved from sideman to band leader with El Rayo-X, which he called “more or less a party band”, and in which he matched his own songs along with a bravely varied assortment of old favourites. The band’s self-titled debut set in 1981 included a glorious, furious treatment of KC Douglas’s Mercury Blues, while Win This Record, released the following year, included the Toots and the Maytals song Premature. Mr Dave (1985) included his own reggae composition Alien Invasion, and the band’s final album Very Greasy (1988) continued to demonstrate his fascination with the Caribbean. Produced by Ronstadt, it included Ronstadt adding harmony vocals on Lord Kitchener’s calypso classic Gimme da Ting (on which Lindley played guitar and kora) and a reggae reworking of Zevon’s Werewolves of London.

While running the band, he still managed time to visit London to play alongside Richard Thompson and Rory Gallagher, and revive his love of flamenco with Juan Martin, at a Guitarists Night concert in March 1984. And he continued his session work, including albums for Browne, and for Emmylou Harris, Ronstadt and Parton on Trio (1987). In 1990 he worked with Dylan on Under the Red Sky.

Still keen to expand his musical range, he travelled to Madagascar with the guitarist Henry Kaiser to record the musicians and unique instruments of the vast island off the east coast of Africa. The aim was to present local stars to an international audience, but Lindley and Kaiser joined in several of the sessions. The resulting albums, A World Out of Time, Vols 1 and 2 (1992-93), included Lindley playing slide guitar with the traditional band Tarika Sammy and joining guitarist Rossy on a reworking of I Fought the Law, the Crickets song popularised by the Clash.

Moving on to Hawaii, this time in the company of Cooder, he recorded with the Pahinui Bros (1992) on a set that included a Hawaiian reggae treatment of John Lennon’s Jealous Guy. Further musical travels included recordings in Norway with Kaiser for The Sweet Sunny North (1994). In 1994-95 he also recorded with the Jordanian oud player Hani Naser, and between 2000 and 2004 with the reggae percussionist Wally Ingram. Their third album together, Twango Bango III (2003) included When a Guy Gets Boobs, a comment on the American diet. “I have always liked songwriters like Warren Zevon who could write something goofy and also really serious,” he explained.

In 2006 he was reunited with Browne for a short Spanish tour on which they were backed by a flamenco percussionist. Love Is Strange, a live album recorded on that tour, was released in 2010, when Browne and Lindley toured Europe and the US, and played at Glastonbury, with a set that included Running On Empty and Mercury Blues. In the same year Lindley also worked with Bruce Springsteen on The Promise. His own final solo album, Big Twang, was released in 2007.

Lindley had a wild stage image, thanks to his colourful clothes and long hair, but he never favoured a rock’n’roll lifestyle, and would often retreat to his hotel room to rehearse after a show. He hated being disturbed in the morning by hotel workers, and would imitate a dog, scratching at the door and barking, to keep them away.

He lived in Claremont, California, in a house filled with musical instruments, and was married to Joan Darrow, the sister of his Kaleidoscope colleague Chris Darrow. He is survived by Joan and Rosanne.

🔔 David Lindley, musician, born 21 March 1944; died 3 March 2023

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