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rhapsodynew · 3 days

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“The Found Weekend”

This happened exactly 50 years ago: in late March- early April 1974, Yoko Ono lost total control over John Lennon, putting him in care Mei Pang.

Yes, John would later call this period of drug and alcohol delirium “A lost weekend”, but considering that the last one took place at that time - in fact, the only one after the Beatles! - jam session with participation Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr and John Lennon, and their last photos together were taken, then this is just a godsend for history and Beatlemans!

29.03.1974. Mae Pang, John Lennon, Paul and Linda McCartney, Harry Nilsson. Photo: MEL Evans (MALCOLM FREDERICK EVANS ARCHIVES)

On Thursday, March 28, 1974, Paul and Linda McCartney drops by Burbank Studios in California to see how the album is being recorded Harry Nilsson's Pussycats, produced by John, and Paul joins a jam session with John and other musicians on the track ‘Midnight Special‘, which is their first joint performance in the musical environment after the split of the Beatles, which happened about four years before. At the end of the day, John invites Paula at her music session at the beach house in Santa Monica.

01.04.1974. John and Paul by the pool. Photo: Dougal Butler. Perhaps the MOST RECENT photo of them together!

“Don't be too serious, we don't get paid. We don't do anything, we just sit here together, and if someone gets bored with me, take the lead!”

- John Lennon

Ringo and Paul

These days, the last known photos of John and Paul together were taken. The photographers were John's mistress, Mae Pang, as well as the former roadie Beatles and at that time Lennon's bodyguard, Mel Evans. Several polaroids belong to Linda McCartney, as well as a friend and assistant Keith Moon to Dougal Butler. Dougal takes pictures on April 1, 1974, in which Paul performs a medley of Beatles songs on the piano, as well as those where John and Paul are together by the pool. (This polaroid photo will be the last ever joint photo of John and Paul...)

With no plans to record at Burbank Studios, John spends Sunday, March 31 relaxing by the pool, and later that evening holds the second of his Sunday music jam sessions at his beach house. Paul was among those present.

John. Linda's polaroid

“Just turn up the fucking microphone... McCartney plays harmony on drums,

” says John Lennon

during the evening-long session, which is recorded for posterity on equipment borrowed from Burbank Studios

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Along with two former Beatles (John on guitar, Paul on drums behind the drum kit of Ringo, who was absent at the time - and both often on vocals), there are Linda (Hammond organ), Stevie Wonder (electric piano), Jesse Ed Davis and others. Cecilia is recording, and among them are melodies that they completely do not understand, you never believed, like: "Never trust a Bastard with Your Mother", "Little Beauty", "I Left Home And Wandered around", "Lucille", "Nightmares", "Be on your Guard I", "Cupid", "Chain Gang" and "Take This Hammer".

At the end of the session, in the early morning of April 1, Paul, Linda and their family go to the nearest hotel. And to the beach house Jonah is coming to Ringo... and he finds out that Paul had been here shortly before and played his drum kit.

Closer to lunch, they return to the beach house Paul and Linda, however John hadn't gotten up yet. Paul immediately heads to the piano and, along with Moon and Nilsson, performs a medley of Beatles songs, which all three musicians are happy to join. After that, Nilsson suggests Semi is a bit of a dangerous drug known as ‘angel dust‘, from which Paul refuses. John wakes up around 3 p.m. and joins other musicians and friends who are relaxing by the pool.

During his 1975 interview on BBC2 Old Grey Whistle Test John briefly recalled that session:

“I really played with Paul. We did a lot of things in Los Angeles. But there were fifty other people playing, and they were all just watching me and Paul!”

By the way, in April 1974, after many refusals following his drug conviction in England in 1973, Paul finally received an American visa. And on April 13, 1974, the album Band On The Run ascended to the top of the American album charts. It would go on to sell over 6,000,000 copies worldwide and spend over two years on the US and UK charts. Meanwhile, it is reported that on the same day, Paul's ex-girlfriend, an actress Jane Asher, gave birth to a baby girl in England.

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drefear · 10 months

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Escapism

A whirlwind of celebrity flashed before my eyes as I stepped out of the limousine, black stilettos so high that it made me wobble as I tried to haul out the heavy fabric of the designer gown I was gifted to wear and show off tonight. My hands pulled at the black fabric and pulled it up, readying myself to walk as cameras flashed at me in anticipation of what I was about to do and who I was going to be walking with.

The red carpet below me made me feel a bit uneasy as I stepped and posed for the photos being taken, a hand reaching around my back as I glanced at who was next to me and it made my breath shake. My ex-boyfriend, as of 24 hours ago, was standing by my side and smiling at the photographers who would no doubt be putting our photos in the magazines tomorrow and telling the world how amazing and beautiful of a couple we were.

It made my stomach drop, my blood freeze, and I ripped my hand away from his as he reached out to hold mine. Pushing him backwards into the vehicle behind me, I walked forward and up the stairs. This night would be mine, and I’d enjoy it no matter what.

Sleazin' and teasin', I'm sittin' on him

All of my diamonds are drippin' on him

I met him at the bar, it was 12 or somethin'

I ordered two more wines, 'cause tonight, I want him

My body moved with grace, power, at my obvious show of anger and upset towards the man I spent years of my life with. I spun and adjusted the expensive and over-dramatic fashion on my body, touching the black gown skirt and walking up the steps of the event, a hand was coming into view only a few inches away from my face. My eyes found clear blue ones and black hair framing the pale skin of the infamous man reaching for me and as my heart skipped a beat, my hand flew into his as if made to do so.

A little context if you care to listen

I find myself in a shit position

The man that I love sat me down last night

And he told me that it's over, dumb decision

My mind automatically flashed to much dirtier things, actions that would get us both removed from the event and undeniably on the cover of any gossip article the next day. The profound image of him holding my body, naked and sweating, kissing my body, wouldn’t stop infecting my mind over and over as he assisted me up the stairs and smiled at me. The night sky shone over the roof as we entered the building and I refused to look away, ignoring the flashing and yelling for my attention.

And I don't wanna feel how my heart is rippin'

In fact, I don't wanna feel, so I stick to sippin'

And I'm out on the town with a simple mission

In my little black dress, and this shit is sittin'

I felt him watch me as I flirted with this new model of a man, who not only was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous, but had a voice of smooth molten lava flooding my body with every word.

Just a heart broke bitch, high heels, six inch

In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne

I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with

In the back of the taxi, sniffin' cocaine

Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex

I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page

Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar

To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

I felt his hand slip to my lower back as I stood at the bar of the event, the gorgeous stranger holding me close as I felt my ex’s eyes burning into the back of my head. The warmth of his body almost touching mine was distracting enough to forget what even asked me, watching his lips move with grace as I looked up at him through thick lashes. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Save those seductive looks for later, when I take you home.” My legs tensed a bit as my tongue fell heavy and my mouth opened without a sound.

'Cause I don't wanna feel how I did last night

I don't wanna feel how I did last night

Doctor, doctor, anything, please

Doctor, doctor, have mercy on me, take this pain away

You're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel

Our lips connected without hesitation as he had me against a wall in the nightclub, a corner near the bathrooms as we stepped away to talk easier. His hands roamed my body a bit before hoisting my thigh around his waist. His hand pulled me as he separated his body from mine and touched his tongue to his lip, staring over me as he stepped backwards towards the glowing red exit sign above the dark, metal fire door. His blue eyes made my head spin, or maybe it was the wine, but I followed like a lost puppy trailing a delicious new smell. My heart swelled as I saw a limousine waiting for us as he opened the door and helped me stagger into the low, long car.

Out of reach, out of touch, too numb, I don't feel no way

Toast up, so what? Street small, but it go both ways

So you'll run, yeah, but you'll never escape

Sunset in the maze (you're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel)

His hands covered me all over as I gasped, already half undressed as he popped a bottle of champagne and poured a glass. The flashing lights of the city pass us by as he kisses down my chest, then sipping the flute and dripping some onto my bare breasts. The cold sensation catches me by surprise as the night continues to get hotter than I’d expected. My thoughts become tangled into a knot and stop all at once when he settles within me and takes my breath away. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment as he rocks our bodies together in the back of this limo.

I don't wanna feel how I did last night

I don't wanna feel how I did last night, oh

Doctor, doctor, anything, please

Doctor, doctor, have mercy on me

You're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel

Fixing my clothing, he pulls my hand with a smile on his face out of the vehicle once we stop, inviting me up to his apartment. The large, expensive looking building stuns me for a moment before I pull through and shuffle to catch up with him. The journey from the lobby to his bedroom is a blur as he releases me from my expensive prison and kisses my throat as I lay naked in his silky sheets. His eyes travel over my body like a man lost in the desert, looking for a mirage of his perfect paradise. My eyes close as I feel him on top of me and the enjoyment continues as he eats me alive until I can’t help but haunt his halls with screams of pleasure. The fullness he creates inside of me makes me high, with no regard for any other person in the entire city. Finishing is a melody that burns itself into my memory as I watch his face change from imminent release to relaxation in seconds. His caring of my body and holding of my hand makes me awake with realization and I feel around for my purse, checking the time. His face goes to a sudden awareness and I look up, waiting for him to speak. “Forgive me, I guess I skipped a few steps in the courting process.”

Mm, lipstick smudged like modern art

I don't know where the fuck I am or who's drivin' the fuckin' car

Speedin' down the highway, sippin'

Mixin' pills with the liquor 'cah fuck these feelings

I left everyone I love on read (uh-huh)

Spilling secrets to the stranger in my bed (uh-huh)

I remember nothing, so there's nothing to regret (uh-huh)

Other than this 4-4 kick drum poundin' in my head

“My name is Loki.” And my brain ends the night there, forgetting everything from the fifth glass of wine until I woke up, which becomes something I appreciate as I gather my things and exit the apartment the next morning, without a single glance behind me and a single memory of sleeping with another world’s Prince of Mischief and Lies. For the better.

#loki #loki smut #loki of asgard #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki angst #marvel loki #marvel #escapism #music story #music fanfic #drefear playlist

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freaxs-blog · 1 year

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Hey everyone, have you ever heard the soulful song "Lose Again" by Linda Ronstadt? This legendary artist has had a massive musical career, spanning several decades and musical genres, including rock, pop, country, and folk.

Linda Ronstadt's upbringing in Tucson, Arizona heavily influenced her love for music, and she began performing as a teenager. Her success skyrocketed in the 1970s, with albums like "Heart Like a Wheel," "Simple Dreams," and "Living in the USA" topping the charts and earning critical acclaim.

"Lose Again" was written by Karla Bonoff and released on Ronstadt's 1976 album "Hasten Down the Wind." The song tells the story of heartbreak and loss, with Ronstadt's powerful vocals conveying the pain and sadness in the lyrics.

"Lose Again" was produced by Peter Asher, who also produced albums for James Taylor and Carole King.

The musicians who played on the song were incredible, including Andrew Gold on guitar and keyboard, Dan Dugmore on steel guitar, and Kenny Edwards on bass.

Today, Linda Ronstadt is retired from performing due to health issues, but her impact on the music industry remains undeniable. Her legacy continues to inspire new generations of artists, and we can only hope to see more incredible talent like hers in the future.

#linda ronstadt #lose again #music story #music history

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reflectivemusic · 11 months

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The Streets of Belgrade (2019) - Infinity Ripple

“Belgrade is not really a city. It’s a metaphor, a way of life, a perspective on things.” - Momo Kapor

I stood out in the doorstep with my hand on the knob. I took a deep breathe. On the twist, I saw a tiny snowflake resting on top of my glove.

When I turned around, the streets of Belgrade were floating in snow. A neighbor just moved in. I thought, who moves out in the winter season?

I did, once. We exchanged glances and I wondered if he felt foreign or if he felt home in the streets of Belgrade: my home.

#piano #cello #music story #the streets of Belgrade #infinity ripple #Spotify

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arsmoriendiii · 1 year

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i’m seeing mr. bungle and the melvins in May and all i’m going to be thinking about during the Melvins is how years ago, 2005 or ‘06, my mother was a dental assistant in a small town in Washington state, and Buzz Osborne (Melvins lead singer) came into the dental office she worked at. Apparently she made an impression with him, because he gave her a Melvins book ‘Neither Here Nore There’ and signed it to her personally with a sweet little message. it’s such a weird book and she kept it on a shelf in the house, so my siblings and i used to sneak the book to look at all of the creepy pictures! She gave the book to me years ago because i’m a huge fan of music and she knew i found it way cooler than she did, even though it was signed to her. she passed in 2015. it’s such a sweet memory of her, love you ma, and thank you for the book.

#mr bungle #the melvins #mike patton #buzz osborne #fantomas #ahhh i love music #cant wait #true story #cool story #music story #rock n roll #melvins #nirvana #grunge #90s music #i love telling this story #kurt cobain

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etrangersvoyageant · 2 years

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Just want to give a quick shoutout to @hellwatermelon, because he introduced me to 'I'm the Wolf' by Mark Lanegan. Unfortunately the man had to die for it (Lanegan, not... nevermind), but I've been listening to it off and on (my taste varies per week). Anyway, I like it enough to want to have a legal copy of it - I'll spare you the tangent on streaming. So, the other day I walked into a used record store and heard the song. That exact song.

I walked up to the L category and picked up Phantom Radio. It's low-key wild that I wanted to buy that record that day before going in, but then hearing it upon entering... Rest assured, the woman at the register was like 'Funny, we're actually playing that record right now' and I told her how I found it.

#music story #Mark Lanegan

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perplexingly · 3 months

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I took the text from Frankenstein: A New Musical

#Frankenstein is such a good story because after Victor declined to make another wretch like the Creature #the Creature decided to make a wretch out of Victor #it simply doesn’t get better than this #my art #frankenstein #Frankenstein a new musical

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lost-in-the-possible · 8 months

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Loved making this little story

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emilyaxford · 7 months

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#i thiiiiiink it was probably mary poppins for me but i have stronger memories of singin' in the rain and west side story #also i don't personally consider the wizard of oz a musical but i know that's a controversial opinion so i've included it anyways #polls #also also because this is tumblr i just want to caveat that these are based on my childhood movies and not a best-of list #my mom was predominately a dick van dyke/julie andrews/audrey hepburn/gene kelly kind of girl so that's what i got

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lianahayze · 8 months

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Shadow and the Midnight Misery: Chapter 14

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Nothing to say; let's get to it!

Chapter 14. Then... nothing

With it being common for celebrities to seek treatment, there is little surprise at seeing the twenty-two-year-old rockstar turn herself in. Her father, lead singer of the 90s alt-band The Nixers, did his own stint in rehab for a slew of drugs, including heroin. It is unknown why she checked herself in, but according to its website, the Garver Institute “specializes in alcohol and drug addictions.” At the time of publication, Shadow Greere has declined to comment.

Bottle pressed to my lips, I chug. The more I drink, the more I can forget. And boy am I trying to forget.

The article came out yesterday, and I can’t even begin to guess how many times I've already read it. It starts out great. There is a piece about the new studio, a section about how I want the band to go our own way. But then Garver was brought up and it got real bad real fast.

The pictures are slightly grainy and had clearly been taken at a distance. However, they're not grainy enough for me to even pretend that that it’s not me. Everything in the pictures give it away: my hair, the clothes I'm wearing, a general scowl. All of it is one hundred percent me, and anyone is going to be able to tell.

The guys have seen it. I’m certain they have. They've called me a couple of times, but I haven't picked up. I'd rather wallow in self-pity. Dean’s not big on social media, so he probably hasn’t seen it yet. Always a day or two beyond, I have some time before he finds it. Either way, I'm fucked.

I did not want this to get out. I'd been hoping I could just sweep it under the rug and be done with it. Continuing to meet with Dr. Norris is fine, but having all of my dirty laundry aired out for anyone to see? No, it's an absolute nightmare.

I should have said something to Larissa. I could have made up any bullshit excuse. Hell, I could have said I was visiting or even fucking volunteering and that last paragraph would sound completely different. But, instead, I'd freaked out. I’d done this to myself.

I stop drinking for a moment. I haven't binged like this in a while and my body knows it. There's going to be hell to pay in a few hours, but, right now, I don’t care. Right now, I desperate to forget.

I switch to another bottle. It's new and takes me several seconds to open. I sway before I finally break the seal. The bottle firmly attached to my mouth, I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Though I don't plan on staying in here, I turn on the TV. I need noise. The silence in the house is killing me. I turn up the volume before tossing the remote onto the couch. I walk out into the hallway.

Ugh, has there ever been a time when I haven't fucked something up? Maybe that's why the guys wanted me to put away: not because I'm a danger, but because I'm such a massive fuck up. I get it now.

I go upstairs. Not bothering to turn the lights on, I crawl into bed. I almost drop the bottle in my hand but catch it at the last moment. I continue drinking from it, chugging so quickly that it makes my brain hurt.

Everyone is going to be talking shit about me. Even more than they already do. I can't face the internet right now, but part of me is curious. I need to know what they're saying, and I need to know what I'm up against. I'm not the first celebrity whose mental health issues have been exposed, but it still hurts. I’ve been reduced to a headline and a cheap article?

My phone dings but I don't bother checking it. I want to smoke a joint. I want to smoke and drink and pass out. I don't know where my purse is, though, and that's where all my weed is. Is probably in the room somewhere, but I don't care enough to try to find it. Instead, I just keep drinking.

My phone goes off again. I follow the light from the screen, reaching across the bed to grab it. I squint as I look down.

Oh, I have missed calls. And a lot of texts. It's a good thing I have all my notifications turned off for social media because that would probably be blowing up my phone now too.

I look at the text notifications but don't actually open the messages. Most of them are from the guys, but, as I expected, there's nothing from Dean. Good. I should reach out to him and just tell him myself, but I don't think I'm going to. After all, I already had my chance to tell him; instead, I’d spent the entire time complaining about the band.

I check the calls. Most of them are from Wyatt. He's called me five times in total, the last one coming just a few minutes ago when I'd been downstairs deciding which liquor to get into. Maybe they’ve decided that he's the one who’s going to fire me.

I go through my texts from him. There are a lot of them with just one or two words, but it's the last one that really catches me off-guard.

About 5 mins away. At your house soon.

I stare at it. Not trusting my eyes, I read over it again, but still don’t think it’s right. There’s no way he’s trying to come see me right now.

Putting the bottle on the floor, I text him back:

Not here.

I stare down at the screen. A second later he says,

Yeah u are. Pulling up your street

I frown. Seriously, can't this wait until tomorrow?

Knowing that my front door's locked, I decide to get comfortable. He won't be able to talk to me if he can't get in, and there's no way I'm answering the door.

My phone goes off again. I groan and read.

He's here. Great. Just great.

When I don't respond, he sends,

Open the front door.

I huff. I don't want to talk to him; is that really so hard to understand?

Busy.

No you're not. Open the door.

Not interested.

Shadow, don't make me call the cops. I NEED to see that you're okay.

I bolt up. If he calls the cops, I’ll be back at Garver in a heartbeat, only this time it probably won’t be so easy to get out. "Fuck’s sake," I mutter, "fine." Standing up, I drop my phone on the pillow, pick the bottle back up, and slowly head downstairs.

Wyatt's finger is firmly on the doorbell when I answer. He looks down at me, surprised. I move out of the way, letting him in.

He shuts the door behind himself. "You're drinking right now?" he asks, louder than he needs to be. "Shadow, what the hell are you doing?"

"Feeling sorry for myself." I smile up at him. Feeling light on my feet, I lean against the wall. "Throwing myself a party. Whatever you want to call it, but you weren't invited."

"So, you know about the article then?"

"Hmm."

"I can't believe they printed that without telling you." When I tell him that I knew, he gasps. "You just let them?"

"No. But I didn't tell them no."

He stares at me. I can tell that he knows he in over his head and doesn't know what to do. Pissed off, angry Shadow he can deal with; pitiful pathetic Shadow he cannot.

I take another drink.

"Can you... Can you not do that right now?" He yanks the bottle from my hand. Some of the vodka spills onto the floor, causing me to say,

"Hey! Stop making a mess!"

He walks into the kitchen. I follow behind but it takes a while because my legs feel like jelly. When I finally do get to him, he's opening up all the cabinets, saying, "Where's all your booze?" I giggle. "Fuck, Shadow, I'm serious. Now is not the time to go on a bender."

"Oops." Seeing him freak out makes me laugh. It's actually very funny. Him and the other guys have been trying to control my narrative for so long and he's panicking now that he can't. It's the ultimate karma.

He walks over to me. I'm swaying as I look up at him, and he puts his hands on my arms. As he steadies me, I realize I don’t want to be standing up; laying down would be so much better.

"How much did you drink?" he says. It's a good question, but I don't answer. He gives me a slight shake. "Shadow. How much?"

He's acting like he's never seen me drunk before, but nothing could be further from the truth. How many late nights did we have after concerts, passing around bottle after bottle? I have a pretty good tolerance, but he could drink me under the table. Maybe I'm not the one who should have gone to Garver.

"You're not supposed to drink when you're depressed."

Depressed? Who said anything about being depressed? I am finnnnnne.

"Have you still been drinking and doing drugs this entire time?"

Holding back a laugh, I say, "My body, my choice."

"This is not a joke! You're going to hurt yourself!"

"My doctor thinks I'm not a danger, and we can trust my doctor. Right? After all, everyone wanted me to go see one. Remember?"

Leading me over to the table, he sighs. He tried to get me to sit in one of the chairs, but I instead choose the floor. "We wanted you to see a doctor because we were worried about you. Your cocaine habit has gone through the roof." Then, almost so quietly that I can't hear, he adds, "Apparently we should have been more worried about your drinking."

Having been kneeling in front of me, he stands back up. Continuing to go through my cabinets, he says, "We already spoke with the label. As soon as we saw it, we got on the phone with them. We wanted you to join the conversation, but you never answered your phone." He looks over his shoulder at me. "Now I can see why."

He's judging me and I can't decide whether to let it go or complain about it. Stomach pressed against the tile, I spread out on the floor like a starfish. It gets uncomfortable really quick, though, and I flip to my back. The sudden motion makes the contents of my stomach slosh around.

"I don't know what to do with you." I look over at him. "We want you to get better. When we rescheduled that interview, we thought..." I see him shake his head. "I know it's important for you--We know talking about the band is important to you." He pauses. "Even if the spread was entirely about you."

"So, you're not mad about the studio?"

He shakes his head, and I'm surprised. This is the most honest conversation we've had in a while without yelling. I should say something but can’t come up with anything.

"We just want to know what was wrong with your dad's studio, but other than that it's fine."

"Too many bad memories. Can't go there anymore."

"Because we told you that you needed help?"

"And cornered me with a doctor." I turn onto my other cheek so that I'm facing away from him. "It wasn't fair."

I hear him sigh, but he doesn't say anything. I hear the heels of his boots walking across the tile, coming towards me. A few seconds later, arms crossed, he stands over me. I don't move but look up at him out of the corner of my eye.

"Look," he says, "you can be pissed about it. I get that you're pissed about it. But we tried to bring it up before and you just weren't listening."

I frown. "No, you never brought it up."

"Yes. We did. Several times. You might have just been high, and we couldn’t tell. But we did bring it up."

He walks away, leaving on my own. I wonder if what he's said is true. Had they actually mentioned it before? If they had, why don't I remember it? And if he was right and I had been high, what does that say about me?

It means I have a problem.

Standing up, I go over to the counter. Wyatt's placed the bottle of vodka that I'd had earlier by the sink. I look around but don't see him. I'm not sure where he's gone, but, not wanting to wait for him to return, I pick up the bottle, bring it to my lips, and drink. I'm so engrossed in getting as much alcohol in my system as possible that I don't hear him return until,

"Shadow!" He yanks the bottle away. Before I can stop him, he tips it upside down and the vodka pours down the sink.

"Hey!" I start to reach for it, but he holds me back.

"Do not try my patience right now."

He's being obnoxious; why won’t he let me have a little fun?

"Why are you even here?" I ask him. "I didn't ask you to come." Plus, I'd been doing fine on my own. I'd been enjoying sitting in the dark; it made my head hurt less.

"I'm here to take care of you, apparently, because you weren't answering your phone."

"I don't need a babysitter."

"I beg to differ. When did you eat last?"

I frown. "Why, do I look fat, or something?"

"You've never looked fat a day in your life." He sounds annoyed as he speaks. "But you need to eat." I tell him I'm not hungry. "I don't care," he replies. "You need food in your system."

"Usually, I just do cocaine when I'm hungry." He looks at me like I'm crazy. "What? I don't have to stop what I'm doing to eat, and it keeps me in shape." He gives me a look over. "Duh."

"Shadow, when people talk about ‘getting in shape,’ that’s not code for developing a drug habit."

He goes to open the fridge, but he won't have much to work with. I haven't gone grocery shopping in a while, so everything that's in there is probably at least a few weeks old.

"Wow, slim pickin’s around here, huh?" He closes the fridge. Pulling out his phone, he says, "What do you want to eat? I'm going to have Ethan stop."

"Stop where?"

"Stop at the store or get takeout. He's on his way over here. So is Dave."

My heart stops. They're coming over here, too? Right now? I shake my head in disbelief. "Tell them not to come."

"They're already on their way."

I continue to shake my head. "No! I do not need a fucking intervention in my own home!" I'm panicking, ready to kick or punch him.

He puts his hands up, saying, "Shadow, we're not trying to intervene on anything. We're just checking on you."

But I don't believe it.

Abruptly turning away from him, I storm out of the kitchen. Well, I storm out the best I can. My legs are wobbly and my head is spinning and my breathing is shallow, but I storm off. Wyatt calls for me, but I ignore him. Maybe if I barricade myself in my room before the other two get here, they'll eventually just give up and leave. Can't have an intervention if they can't see me.

I stumble into my room. I press my body against the door for a moment, blinking slowly. Why is the room spinning? Doing my best to disregard the movements, I lock the door and go straight over to my bed.

I fall onto it face first. It’s pretty comfortable, so I don't move. It's only when I realize that I'm having trouble breathing that I shift onto my side.

My stomach doesn't feel so great. When I rub my hands over my middle, it only makes it worse. I close my eyes and groan. I curl up and lay like that for who knows how long. It's probably just a couple of seconds, but it's enough for me almost to fall asleep.

The only reason I don't is because of a loud thump at the door.

"Shadow! Unlock the door!"

I cover my ears. Why is he shouting? Doesn't he know it's making me feel even worse?

Wyatt keeps pounding on the door. "I seriously just came over here to check on you! The other guys just want to check on you too. We're not kicking you out of the band or whatever other conspiracy theory you have in your head."

If I do have any conspiracy theories, it's because they put them there.

"Seriously. You don't need to be alone right now."

He's wrong. Being alone is exactly what I need.

I continue to try my best to ignore him. He makes it hard, though, and I eventually grab onto a pillow, pressing it over my head. It makes my skull hurt, but I'd rather feel that than listen to Wyatt.

Eventually, though, the pounding stops. I pull down the pillow and look cautiously over at the door. I sit up; there's complete silence. Being as quiet as I can, I get out of bed and tiptoe over to the door. I lean forward and listen, but still, I hear nothing.

Maybe he's just pretending he's not there anymore to trick me into opening the door. "Wyatt?" I say. He doesn't answer. Slowly, I unlock the door, crack it open just an inch, and look outside.

He's not there. Opening the door all the way, I step out into the hallway. Wyatt is nowhere to be found. Confused, I lean against the wall. Where did he go? Did he just give up? It that's the case, the least he could have done is said goodbye.

"Wyatt?"

He doesn't respond. When I toddle down the hall, I suddenly realize why.

Standing at the top of the stairs, I hear the front door opening, Wyatt standing in front of it. In walk Ethan and Dave.

I start to make my way down the stairs.

"Get out of my house!" I yell, causing them to look up. They’re alarmed, but I don't care. "I'll call the police!"

Dave, smug as ever, doesn't buy it. "You're going to call the police on the people who came to check on you?"

"Not now Dave," says Wyatt.

"Fuck off!" I yell at them. "I didn't ask you to come here; I don't want you here. Leave. Me. Alone!"

"You don't mean that, Shadow."

I turn to Ethan. I'm still on the stairs, gripping the banister, so I have to look down at him. He looks tired, more tired than I feel. "Ethan, if you had any common sense, you'd ditch these two. All they're going to do is complain and gang up on you and ruin your whole entire life."

Dave starts to say something, but Wyatt stops him.

"No, go head. What did you want to tell me?"

"He doesn't want to tell you anything," says Wyatt. "We just came to see how you were after the article."

"I feel like shit. I think it's obvious." I start to walk towards them. I'm about halfway down the stairs now, and, looking at all of them in turn, I say, "I need a drink."

None of them seem amused. They move to block the way. I get down to the bottom step and try to push passed them but they're stronger and I fail.

"Move," I say. When they don't, I repeat myself, this time with more force. "Move!"

Ethan asks me how much I've had to drink but I ignore him. They're not my parents; I don't have to answer to them.

Wyatt attempts to reach for me, but I push his hands away. I almost lose my footing, but Dave catches me. I yank myself out of his grasp.

"Shadow," says Wyatt, "you need to calm down. Let's find a place to relax. You're going to drink water and I'm going to order you food."

I don't like his plan--and not just because he's talking to me like I'm a child.

I shake my head. "No."

I start back up the stairs, but he reaches for me. This time his grasp is strong, and I can feel a bruise forming on my wrist. I try to wriggle away but can't. Either he's been working out or I'm way more inebriated than I thought.

It doesn't stop me from continuing to pull away. I tell him to let me go, but he doesn't. I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge. All the while, he's asking me to stop moving but all I want to do is run away. It gets so bad, that, as I'm yelling and pulling, my foot slips, I lose my footing, and go flying.

Only this time, no one catches me.

I crash against the stairs, first my arms, then my shoulder. I cry out in pain, looking up at the guys. They look horrified, but I can't keep my focus on them for too long. Soon, everything goes blurry and my vision cuts in and out.

Then... nothing.

This is probably one of my favorite chapters I've written for this story so far. Thanks for reading.

-L.H.

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rhapsodynew · 2 days

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The Grammy Ceremony, 1975.

March 1, 1975

17th Grammy Awards Ceremony

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sleepydogz · 10 months

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My favorite time listening to the CCR song Have You Ever Seen The Rain was when I heard it when it was raining outside ironically enough.

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fryetou · 10 months

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FOREVER & ALWAYS

guitar, check.

camera setup, check.

lighting, check.

confident facade? lol, whatever.

In 3, 2, 1...

'Hello everyone, I know you haven't heard from me for a very long time.. things had been wild the past 3 years, It was a really dark time after what happened and I just have to remove myself to the world for a moment you know?. Yes, I'm okay now, well... getting better. Through my moment of dark times, the only thing that kept me going was the memories of him. And as I reconnect to this world, to everyone, I would sing you a song that I wrote after he... went back to the creator. Hope you all like it!'

guitar strumming...

[Verse 1:]

She's sitting at the table, the hours get later

He was supposed to be here

She's sure he would've called

She waits a little longer, there's no one in the driveway

No one's said they've seen him

Why, is something wrong?

She looks back to the window

I remembered THAT night... it was supposed to be our last dinner together as singles, we both got caught up with the wedding plans and work and it was the only day we're both free for the night after weeks of barely seeing each other and then 2 days from it, we'll be Mr. & Mrs.

Suddenly the phone rings

A voice says something's happened

That she should come right now

Her mind goes to December

She thinks of when he asked her

He bent down on his knee first

And he said

then the memories came flooding in...

Driving towards the hospital, I can't think of anything but pray to God

[Chorus:]

I want you forever, forever and always

Through the good and the bad and the ugly

We'll grow old together

Forever and always

smiling to the crowd as I finished the chorus, getting ready for the second verse, trying to keep my emotions in check, I sighed very deeply...

[Verse 2:]

She pulls up to the entrance

She walks right to the front desk

They lead her down a million halls, a maze that's never ending

They talk about what happened but she can barely hear them

She tries to keep a straight face as she walks into the room

She sits by his bedside, holds his hand too tight

They talk about the kids they're gonna have and the good life

The house on the hillside, where they would stay

Smiling as I remember the fond memories of planning our future together, sitting at the patio, wondering how the days, months, and years ahead will play out.

[Chorus:]

Stay there forever, forever and always

Through the good and the bad and the ugly

We'll grow old together, and always remember

Whether rich or for poor or for better

We'll still love each other, forever and always

[Bridge:]

Then she gets an idea and calls in the nurses

Brings up the chaplain and he says a couple verses

She borrows some rings from the couple next door

Everybody's laughing as the tears fall on the floor

She looks into his eyes, and she says

Thinking back, making this song has been the only outlet and instrument that kept me together. Now, singing this song in front of thousands who witnessed our journey until the tragic end gives me the sort of relief and comfort that even though you're gone, you're memory lives on in people's hearts and specially in mine.

I can't help the tears that streamed my face as I continued to sing my heart out in the next parts..

[Chorus:]

I want you forever, forever and always

Through the good and the bad and the ugly

We'll grow old together, and always remember

Whether happy or sad or whatever

We'll still love each other, forever and always

Forever and always, forever and always

Breathing in deeply, I get ready to sing the last verse, hands shaking...

She finishes the vows but the beeps are getting too slow

His voice is almost too low

As he says, "I love you forever, forever and always

Please just remember even if I'm not there

I'll always love you, forever and always."

Thanks for the loudness of the mic, as she almost whispers the last verse, scared that if she sang it regularly, her voice will no doubt break.

I did it. I finished the song my love, thank you & until we meet again. She said, smiling as tears paint her face.. the spaces of her room and the camera too blurry to see from the amount she was crying.

The people watching the live flood the comment section of moral support and pride for the artist's final comeback before retirement.

#forever and always #oneshot #pov #forever and always by parachute #parachute #love story #love #death #storytelling #lyrics #lyrics story #music #music story

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