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john-taylor-pics · 7 hours ago
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John Taylor and Nick Rhodes
School mates in Birmingham (UK), decided to start a project to form a band in 1978.
And that band was: “Duran Duran”
With only 18 and 16 years old, a new journey started for them
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intergalactic-cutie-pie · 13 hours ago
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If you want to do something for your soul today listen to this with headphones ^^. Goosebumps 🤩🤩🤩
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shyung-shoes · 13 hours ago
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im sure someones posted dongsung’s ig photos on here but i cannot find them. just know i am thinking 💙💙💙 about dongsung curly hair, striped shirt, and silly lil overalls
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temperedskyzum · 18 hours ago
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Playing stuff. . . . . . #bassguitar #bass #bassplayer #bassist #bassistsofinstagram #ibanez #hartke #darkglasselectronics #ernieballstrings #music #bassline #metal #musician #practicemakesprogress #monday #音楽  #ギター  #アート #música #guitarra #gitarre #musik🎧 #музыка #гитара🎸 #рок-н-ролл https://www.instagram.com/p/CO-tGBTHFLG/?igshid=1glz06ha1z2mq
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artisancowbells · 19 hours ago
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do i wanna know?
⋆ ୭ .⋆。⋆༶⋆˙⊹°•*⁀ ➴ bassist!bucky x singer!reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: none just swearing
a/n: ok first off, i know the song is played with the electric guitar as the main thing but bass is sexy so i wanted it to be bass. also i might do a part two depending on how this is received!! sorry for any mistakes x
Y/S/N : your ship name
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Backstage was cramped and smelled like sweat and dust. You were huddled in a corner, the dim light of your phone screen illuminating your face. It was a little tradition of yours to check twitter and the social feeds before a show. This could be seen as rather self-destructive or minorly harmful to you, but you honestly just loved seeing the excitement and tended to block out any negative messages.
As of recent years, when you started playing unreleased songs, you found it addictive to see the predictions for different shows. A particular song of your band’s called ‘Do I wanna know?’ got some media attention because of a specific video surrounding you and a bandmate. It was speculated that you two had written the song about each other, which coincidentally was sort of what happened. Either way, it blew up and now the flurry of excitement before your shows was encompassed in ‘are they going to play the song?!’
Tonight, was no different. Scrolling through twitter you saw that ‘Y/s/n’ was trending as well as ‘do I wanna know?’. It hyped you up to no end, and you knew if Bucky saw he would be just as enthusiastic.
Crew were now climbing off the stage, having finished setting up for your band. Your band was called ‘Howling Winter’ and you set it up with Sam a couple of years ago. Recruiting Steve and Bucky was amazing and all four of you got along incredibly well from the start. Sam was on drums and Steve was on electric guitar, Bucky was your bassist and was the secondary singer, whilst you were the lead singer (and occasionally played acoustic guitar for some rare chilled out sets). Everyone at some point had tried their hand at writing the songs but it usually fell to you and Bucky which was completely fine with the two of you.
Taking one last look at the tweets rushing in, in your mentions, you slip in your earpiece and join the others gathering around the stage ready to go on. Having done all of your pre-show traditions already everyone’s buzzing to get on, but before you do Bucky grabs your hand and squeezes it three times, which you return. It was a little secret tradition of the two of yours. There were a few of those.
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You’re almost all of the way through the set list and the atmosphere is amazing, there’s no denying that, but some of the fans are getting frustrated. It may have been an unspoken rule, it may just be coincidence, but you and Bucky haven’t made eye contact once.
The crowd are screaming hoarse lyrics that you’ve written and if that isn’t the most fulfilling experience ever. You’ll never get used to it. From writing crumbs of poetry and little quotes on every available piece of scrap paper into being able to live with your three best friends on something you enjoy so much. It will never feel real.
Steve’s electric guitar cuts you out of your daze, reminding you to sing the last dregs of the song. The next 15 minutes will be spent guzzling water to soothe your own hoarse throat and coordinating with the guys for the last three songs. The fans still have no idea whether you are going to play the song, but if Bucky’s up for it so are you.
The stage is tense as the song washes away, and as the lights dim allowing for your exit. Sam arises from behind his drums and steps down, then Steve, then you assisted with Bucky’s hand fitted on your back and lastly of course Bucky himself.
Backstage is smothered in tired figures, slouching onto chairs and sipping bottled water. You place yourself down on the arm of a large comfy looking chair, occupied by Sam.
“how’s everyone feeling?” Steve asks. He tends to check up on everyone the most consciously, like the mother hen of the group.
Sam just groans whilst you laugh at him. “I’m feeling alright, just tired,” you reply before swallowing down some water of your own. Bucky puts his hand out, requesting said water bottle. Rolling your eyes, you pass it over to him, he mumbles a ‘thanks doll’ before downing half the bottle.
You make small talk until the crew inform you that times almost up. Before you all leave you hear Bucky asking the guys about the setlist,
“So, are we up for playing Do I wanna know?” his voice is tired but you know as soon as you all get back out their it’ll be like you’ve all been electrocuted. You couldn’t face giving the fans a poor performance just because of lack of energy.
Steve hums in agreement, Sam says “Sounds good.”
You’re already smiling when Bucky turns to you. Smirking with a playful glint in his eyes. “What about you doll, up for it?”
“Of course.” And he runs over to you. Tossing your entire frame, as if you weigh nothing, over one broad shoulder and you squeal. The both of you giggling as he jogs back to stage with you bouncing up and down. Placing your hand on his lower back you lift yourself up just able to catch a glimpse of Sam and Steve laughing at the two of you.
He gently puts you down by the side of the stage, you hope none of it was caught on camera by the gaps in the curtain, and the two of you look into each other’s eyes.
His gaze is steady, blue eyes beaming and crinkling at the corners with mirth. You don’t miss it when you catch him stealing a glance at your lips, you subconsciously lick them in anticipation, but when his gaze returns to your eyes its different.
Things with Bucky will always be like this. Fans pick up on it in every interaction, and it’s like it doesn’t matter how many times you dress it up as friendship or make it up to be banter, there’s always an element of more. Stares that last too long, hugs that linger, touches that are too low to disguise as friendship.
It has trended, and been written about and subscribed to, this whole idea of a secret rendezvous within the band. People sink their teeth into the gossip and privacy of any one in the public eye like they have a right, which they don’t. The thing which the media don’t realise is that none of you care. Too secure within the friendship, within the band, you all know nothing could cause a rift, even a relationship. For fuck’s sake, Sam and Steve are practically shipping you and Bucky themselves. Indifferent, you and Bucky honestly don’t care either. Plus, the more headlines this illicit affair makes the more money that comes rolling in. It’s not like you and Bucky hate being in the public eye, if anything you relish in it, its fun and exciting and at the end of the day, whatever you read will be from a phone placed between the two of you as you are sat on the sofa together giggling at the apparent witness or ‘close friend’ they’ve printed with a quote. It also makes for interesting songs which the fans always love. Essentially, it doesn’t matter if its true.
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The last song before the song, is tight as if it’s strung with exclusive excitement. You look down to the crowd, singing your well-rehearsed lyrics, seeing posters with your face and name on, as well as the guys’. In shows you sometimes struggle to sing through your smile which invades your entire face. At the end of the night your cheeks always burn with happy memories made.
The song closes off and the crowd somehow get louder. Preparing to riot if you don’t give them what they want, but before any if that happens, Bucky’s bass slices through the fog. Sam’s drums create a heartbeat, and the crowd is screeching.
Its almost completely silent by the time you turn to Bucky for the first time that night. Anticipation is searing off the crowd and you catch a smile from Steve out of the corner of your eye.
It was agreed pretty early on that this song, or songs that Bucky writes for a specific purpose could be just the two of you. Sam and Steve still play their acquainted part, but they have less of a stage presence. At first you were absolutely against that idea, saying its unfair but they quickly explained that its sort of like watching a movie when its just you and Bucky. You go into your own little worlds were the only two people that exist are each other, and they enjoy it as much the fans.
So, when you turn to him, the rest of the world is drowned out. Just you and Bucky on the shore. His ringed fingers strum the rhythm simply, second nature to him now. He has chipped black nail polish on his fingers that you painted a week ago. He loves it and always makes you sit with him to paint them.
When you are ready you lean to your microphone which is held in its stand. The voice that fills it isn’t yours in the same way that during this song, you’re not you. Something about this song brings forth a different version of you, maybe an entirely new person altogether. This individual knows the lyrics like a second skin and wears them like she made them, but she didn’t. Bucky did and that’s what’s so odd about it. He took a look inside your brain, a part you didn’t know to be real, and wrote what ever spoke to him. The voice is firm and soft, rough and smooth like honey, hypnotising.
Have you got color in your cheeks'
Do you ever get the feeling that you can't shift the tide
That sticks around like something's in your teeth
And some aces up your sleeve
I had no idea that you're in deep
I dreamt about you near me every night this week
How many secrets can you keep'
'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
When I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee
The whole song is like a pendulum. Swinging back and forth back and forth until you really start to listen. Feeling it in your bones and blood, becoming addicted. Bucky makes you feel like that. It’s only fitting his songs would too.
The chorus swings around and that’s where Bucky’s voice joins yours. Walking side by side, him being your echo.
If this feeling flows both ways.
Bucky’s deep voice drags into the second verse, gravelly and husky. Speaking words to you, like no one else is here. By this point you had turned to him fully, singing to him, always. He talks to you about crawling back to you and you fall yourself, wandering into dangerous territory. Feeling too caught up in the daydream but you can’t force yourself to stop.
Crawlin' back to you.
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
Crawling back to you
Feet walk towards him, they’re in the docs you wore and put on before the show. You’re not crawling, not like his honeyed tone commands, but if he asked you knew you would.
So have you got the guts?
He tilts his head, asking you and you lift yours in answer. Chin up, assessing him.
Been wondering if your heart's still open and
If so I wanna know what time it shuts
To him, never. He smirks like he knows. Its not like the chance hasn’t occurred. For the two of you to happen, but you get interrupted or distracted or its in bad circumstances but its always an underlying current.
Simmer down and pucker up
You wet your lips and he stares without care for the song.
I'm sorry to interrupt it's just I'm constantly
On the cusp of trying to kiss you
You feel like your lucid dreaming. His tall build towers over you the closer you get to him, clutching onto your microphone that’s nestled in your chest like a lifeline.
I don't know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together, if you wanted to
So close, almost enough to touch. His hands are busy, occupied by the thick strings of his guitar and it’s a beautiful sight. To be so talented and to be so yours. There’s no doubt about it, you are each other’s. It’s a relationship unlike either of you has ever inhabited before but its not something either would change.
Bringing the lifeline to your lips, you lift your gaze from his fingers to his eyes. Shrouded by colourful lights from the stage, flashlights off of phones creating specks in his eyes. But all of this doesn’t dim the image that he’s illuminated from within. He glows and radiates confidence in himself, a picture you admire and watch in awe.
The song progresses until the next verse, where you get to talk to him. Share your side of the story, funnily enough, which you wrote.
Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
He does, if only you knew how often you haunted his dreams. A ghost which he could not touch, only feel the presence of and be burnt without a flame. With the knowledge that you’re the only one he’d ever truly want, you surround him in unconsciousness, whispering affirmations of similar feelings.
(Calling when you've had a few)
'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)
Its not a lie. Intoxication will always lead to your finger hovering over a call button, or a text message. One which you want to send, professing your feelings and anger at the world or just jumbled letters that would make him smile. His smile is your favourite thing. But you don’t because what if he is busy, maybe he has a girl over. Even if he did he would drop everything for you. You were his favourite person, and his drug.
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
Maybe its why none of your hook-ups work. Too scared you’ll say the wrong name or hate every second of it because you were too afraid to tell the person you trust most in the world the truth. Not even knowing it yourself.
Your eyes are bright and bubbling with joy. He considers himself the luckiest son of a bitch to have you beaming up at him, singing a confessional song he wrote for you, to him. Before he handed over the song to the band, before he asked for your input on the last couple verses, he had a dream of you singing it.
Breathy laughs would escape your lips, as you sung it to him in a shared bed. In a shared apartment. In a shared hoodie. And every time he sung this song to you, pouring his heart out to the girl he thought the world of, he remembered that dream. It wasn’t sad, it wasn’t melancholy, he didn’t even wake up feeling bad because it wasn’t reality. That’s the thing, it will be one day; because one day he is so fucking sure it’s going to happen, so it will.
Your favourite bit might be the last lines. You sing into each other’s mouths, smiling like fools, hopelessly devoted to each other.
Too busy being yours to fall
(Sad to see you go)
Ever thought of calling darling?
(Do I wanna know)
Do you want me crawling back to you?
Its Bucky’s favourite too. Because you look at him like he hung the moon and the stars and he looks at you like you are the sun.
The music abruptly stops and all you can hear is ringing in your ears and two chest heaving, almost colliding with every intake. All you can see is the most beautiful man, smiling the most radiant smile. All you can see is lips that you want to run your tongue over until the shape and taste is ingrained into your mind. They pull into a smirk, well aware of their audience.
Nothing else matters when its just the two of you. But the real world has a habit of breaking up a nice moment. Steve’s large hand has dragged its way to your shoulder, tugging you into his chest and the four of you say thank you to the crowd. Steve no doubt knows that if he hadn’t broken up the two of you, what would’ve happened would’ve been too important to be ruined by an audience of however many fans were packed into the venue.
Thanks were given, applause was applauded and you all clambered back stage, tiredness hitting you like a freight train. The crew is sent home after many rounds of appreciation. Tonight’s venue was pretty local to all of your apartments, so fortunately there is no bus to sleep on. Instead, comfortable, barely used beds to cushion sleepless bodies. Before you can head home in a shared vehicle with Sam, you go in twos in the taxis to allow for as much room as possible, Steve grabs your attention.
“Hey, we’re trending on twitter,” he chuckles, you all huddle around the phone and you soon realise that there is one clip that is very common among the tweets. You snatch his phone out of his hand and look at one of them which includes the photo and a caption.
The photo is a CCTV camera photo of you and Bucky. You hadn’t realised there was an CCTV available at the venue. Especially not available to fans. Fuck.
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“So, you two want to explain this to us?” Sam says, frustration lingering in his tone. No doubt thinking about the amount of shit your manager is going to have to deal with now. Underneath it all he was pleased and honestly grateful it had finally happened, but he would’ve appreciated a little warning.
“Nope.” Bucky replies, his hands stuffed in his pocket, staring down at the floor.
“yeah, I’m all good honestly.” You reply, cheeks having heated to burning. Bucky smiles to himself, before Steve playfully slaps him round the head. You don’t bother containing your giggle. That is until Steve sets you with a warning glare and your hold your hands up in surrender.
Its just then that you realise you all have an interview in the morning. You can almost watch Bucky come to the same realisation. Shit fuck shit shitting fuck. Its completely naive to think they won’t ask, god that’s all they’re going to ask. As long as your manager says to tell the truth it’ll be fine. I mean how well are you going to be able to deny it when there’s proof? You won’t have to deny it you’re sure. Right?
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iknowthesugarplumfairy · 20 hours ago
Who is your favorite member of Hole? I know you like their early work and I’m just wondering :)
Jill Emery! She is such an amazing bass player I always admired and I think she added so much to the sound of early Hole. The heavy dirge groove and “tolling bell” sound if you know what I mean. She’s also a great painter as well.
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bassdesigner · a day ago
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thedustytapes · a day ago
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A quiet beginning
The decision to study music was the greatest decision I've ever made, but didn't come without its own set of issues...
I suppose we'll start with the basics... I'm twenty-three, I studied computer programming and web design for three years before abandoning it to pursue music, will be starting school for music performance in September, and am scared out of my mind for the future.
I'm not sure what will come of this, if anything it serves as a hub for my activity as both a student and a creator... Perhaps if I'm lucky I'll make something that brings people joy and receive some attention, but in the meantime this will just be somewhere for me to rant, play, and share my experiences with you all.
- Shane
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yourdreamscantlast · a day ago
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Little slaps
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romancandle-music · a day ago
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Sorry I haven’t been posting anything recently, I’ve been working on my original writings and don’t want to post them until I’m done with them. Thank you for your support!
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midnightmovies · 2 days ago
J*remy D*vis really CAN suck a dick, mans really thought he was doing something, as if josh farro didnt use up the "make up easily debunkable misogynist claims against hayley williams" budget ten years ago
i regrettably looked up some of his music after hearing about it from a mutual and dude was liking comments about how they think a guy in an orange face mask in the vid represents hayley……… a guy he PHYSICALLY ATTACKS and spent the whole video showing how much he fucked his shit up……. dude you’re almost 40 please go home and take a nap and maybe delete all your socials. get therapy stop being so mad
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pansyfem · 2 days ago
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reminder ur loved and valid and deserve v good things. there's always a light at the end of the tunnel and you have a group of people and a support system here 4 u. dont forget 2 eat something nd feed ur pets, i hope ur doing ok!!! have a song i rlly like rn too :o)
thank u sm,,, i rlly appriciate it a lot!!! i rlly love all the friends ive made on here, these past few months have rlly been the best experience ive ever had on social media. It just feels normal now, yknow?? The song is pretty nice! not the style of pop i usually lean towards, and i think ppl know by now that mcyt is not rlly my thing- but i appriciate you sending me it, it was nice to hear something you like a lot!!! im at my grandmas rn so sadly i cannot see my pets 😔 but i think im doing ok rn!
heres a good song in exchange, i REALLY love this band, and theyve been my favorite twee band since childhood ^_^
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catstrophysics · 2 days ago
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exR | Teen+ | 12k | Rock Band AU
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I had the chance to write this fic for the @takemyhandexr Big Bang, with GORGEOUS art by @gay-rad-desert (check it out here, and embedded in the fic)! Band logo above also by her!
Hope you check it out!
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sunrisegf · 2 days ago
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nflyings cover of leave the door open. thats the post
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lackadaisycal-art · 2 days ago
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Meet Alma, Diego's sister
She's a wannabe star bassist in her late twenties, currently on her third small-time rock band, and her 5th useless lead singer boyfriend. She lives above her own negligently run record shop with her best friend/flatmate Dinah and can only stay above water with the odd donation from her big brother Diego.
Her problem is she's generous to a fault: with her money, her time, her love, her compassion. She's a trans woman who didn't dare come out and start transitioning until her father died when she was in her teens, and as such she's very compassionate and tuned in to other people going through tough times. This is why, in the story, she is the fastest to warm to Gabriel - she doesn't see a stand-offish and self-satisfied elitist like most people who meet him, she sees him for what he is: a mile out of his comfort zone and desperately in need of a friend. Diego just wishes her emotional intelligence and insight would extend to seeing that her dreams of being a rich rockstar who can pay him back all the money he spent helping to raise and support her are not very realistic.
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