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markusdreesen · 1 year
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Eine der aktuell starken Stimmen - aber nicht nur das. Jetzt die Story zu #StayWithMe von #SamSmith bei #100malMusiklegenden hören, liebhaben und weitersagen 🥰 Links in Bio #podcast #musicpodcast #musicstories #musicstory #storytelling #musichistory #thestorybehind #musiclegends #musicoftheTwothousandandtens #musicofthetwothousandandtensrocks (hier: Berlin, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp98awussWj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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lifeestory · 5 months
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LIFE STORY
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"Hi, everyone, Ed here. Let me take you on a journey through my life in a minute. Born on February 17, 1991, in Halifax, West Yorkshire. Music was my first love, and at 16, I left school to pursue it.
Started playing gigs, and my debut album '+’ marked the beginning. 'Thinking Out Loud' and 'Shape of You' became anthems, reflecting my personal journey. Beyond the music, I'm a family guy, cherishing moments with my wife and daughter.
Facing challenges, I took a break to reconnect. 'Divide' and 'No.6 Collaborations Project' followed, pushing boundaries.
Today, I'm still that kid with a guitar, crafting stories in melodies. Thanks for being a part of my journey. Can't wait to share more music and memories with you."
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bird-of-eternia · 1 year
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Sylvia (pt 2) A little bit more
Part 2 written haphazardly on my notes app. Enjoy.
(Sylvia recalls the perfect night)
On the second floor of a cream colored house a young girl lay crumpled in on herself, her face streaked with tears.
Sylvia wiped her nose on her cardigan sleeve.
Rose had called. What did she want? Was it to say sorry? Was she going to stay? What would Sylvia even say back? Would she fall apart at the seems?
None of it matter anyway. Freddie would be over after he finished helping his father tidy up the church. She would stand up straight and smile. Freddie would be dressed nicely and offer his arm. She would take it because that was the polite thing to do.
Then they would walk to the bus station together and head over to Galveston where Freddie's parents owned a cottage.
They wouldn't spend the weekend alone, oh no, that would not be proper. If people thought you were sinning....you were. Simple.
You had to keep a pure image in Gods eyes and in societies.
Pastor Doyle and his wife would arrive at dinner time and they would have pleasant conversation while keeping an eye on the two. Freddie and Sylvia would sleep at opposite ends of the house.
Sylvia tried thinking of the quiet cottage and how nice it'd be to sit by the river watching the geese fly over head, a nice breeze in the early summer air. Freddie's presence would be a constant slight annoyance but most of the time he was friendly.
She thought she was calming down until Rose's deep brown eyes peered through the darkness behind her eyelids. Those eyes that always seemed to dig into the deepest parts of her.
A sob wrenched itself from her chest.
She remembered the night they had argued. Only a few hours before the fight they had been alone at Rose's house. Always alone, they were careful about that. Maybe in other places it was okay but in this small town it was blasphemy.
Rose had laid blankets on the floor of the living room. Mountains of pillows surrounding them like a fortress. Sylvia had been lounging lazily on top of a bundle of blankets and pillows. Her eyes closed listening to the rain as it softly battered the windows.
Rose had gone to the kitchen to grab wine glasses.
The sound of glasses clanking together told Sylvia that Rose had returned.
She opened her eyes a smile lighting up her face.
Leaning against the door frame was Rose, she had been wearing her favorite Dr. Hook shirt and jean shorts. The ones that made her legs look so long. She had stopped to observe Sylvia, her eyes raking over the girl lying on the makeshift bed. She lifted two mason jars.
"Fancy." Sylvia chuckled.
Rose smirked. "Care for some music?" She asked, her eyes twinkling with something like mischief.
Sylvia nodded swallowing the butterflies that had fluttered up her throat. She had been so nervous. Nervous her parents would notice her gone this time, that someone would see them going inside the house together, nervous she would finally give in to whatever that erratic humming was in her heart every time Rose looked at her. Nervous the night would end.
Rose sat the jars on the coffee table next to a chilled bottle of cheap wine that was quickly turning room temperature.
Sylvia watched her. It had been hard for her to believe it was really happening and not just a dream. This raven haired girl stealing her away every night to sing to her. Always home by sunrise before the magic would disappear, the clock in town hall chiming. A shadow of a kiss at the window before flying off, back into the sky. A fairy tale.
Her mother's voice echoed in her head.
"there's something wrong with that girl Sylvie."
And the preacher the Sunday before.
"-an abomination! A disease spread by the devil's temptation! Disguised as good people!"
She grimaced and shut the voices away. How could something that tastes so sweet be wrong? Then again maybe that's what Eve had thought.
How could something that felt so heavenly sentence her to a life of eternal damnation? The feel of Rose's skin on hers was soul consuming.
Rose flicked on the radio.
The soft music fell from the speakers like water, the mans soothing deep voice dancing in the waves.
"When you think I've loved you all I can
I'm gonna love you a little bit more
Come on over here and lay by my side"
Rose sang along her body moving languidly towards Sylvia, a smirk on her lips. Sylvia wondered what flavor it was.
After they had drank their wine and listened to music they lay tangled with each other. They had shared delicate kisses and giggles. Then the kisses had become longer, more passionate, the giggles became breathless exclamations. It had been a night when the air was buzzing with electricity. Every touch and brush of lips felt like liquid fire against Sylvia's skin.
Rose had looked at her with those brown eyes, Sylvia had saw something swimming in the bourbon pools that made her tremble.
Something like love.
Sylvia didn't want to think about it, shaking her head in a desperate attempt to expel the memory. She wrapped herself in her blanket wanting to hide away. Her chest felt hollow and her eyes were sore. She had cried so much in the past 2 weeks her eyes felt tender to the touch.
Any minute now Freddie would come to fetch her. She hadn't even packed a bag yet.
Knock, knock.
"Sylvie, Freddie just called. He's running behind but should be here in the next half hour." Her mother's voice sounded calm and relaxed. As if Rose had never called. Freddie was a good boy. He was, really. He was just so boring. His favorite past time was to talk scripture and find new ways for his father to preach it. That and baseball.
Rose's favorite past times were music and dancing and long drives and kissing and....
Her parents wanted her to marry Freddie. Freddie's parents wanted him to marry Sylvia. They were a perfect match. She should do it. She'd have her own home. A husband. Children. The church. She would do her wifely duties and raise children. She would support Freddie when he got promoted or soothe him when the Yankees lost. She would have a normal, if not a little boring, life.
Rose would be gone.
The thought clawed at her chest like a wild animal. No! Don't let her go! It left her insides feeling raw and bloody.
It just wasn't possible. She couldn't go to California. Rose didn't understand. Rose didn't have a family keeping her here or the pressures of living a Godly life. What they did together was fun and exciting and felt so freeing. So wonderful. Delicious. But it was wrong wasn't it? A wrong that she had to make right. This was a test from God that was all.
What a jackass.
If she went she'd probably live in a small apartment listening to records everyday. Wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and Roses sweet singing as bacon sizzled. She'd support Rose when she got signed to a label and soothe her if a gig was cancelled.
If she left right now. Right now. She could make it to the bus station. She could run into Rose's arms and tell her she couldn't breathe without her. The Sun didnt feel as warm, the flowers didn't smell as sweet. She would apologize for calling her that name, beg on her knees if she had to, she would follow Rose anywhere, even to hell. Hell would be paradise if she had Rose with her.
Sylvia stared at the poster of Dolly Parton on her wall. What would Dolly do? Dolly was brave. Sylvia was a coward. No, no she just wanted to be normal that's all. She wanted to make her parents proud. She didn't want to go to hell.
Rose was impossible and sin.
Freddie was familiar and safe.
Knock knock
"Sylvia? It's time to pack. Freddie's here. Clean yourself up before he sees you." Her mother scolded through the door.
Had it been half an hour already?
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j4brown · 1 year
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Created these visuals of the story “The Gingerbread Man” by Lynn Kleiner. This has always been on my to-do list and in the end I spent 2.5 hours creating the visuals, drew the gingerbread man according to the song’s descriptions (not the best looking gingerbread man 🤪) and laminating them. Btw, sometimes I wonder if I buy a higher end laminator, does it laminate faster?? It takes sooooo long!! Anyways, enjoy this song from Spotify! Lynn Kleiner has a wonderful early childhood music training online, and her resources are Orff based and are AMAZING! #musicrhapsody #lynnkleiner #gingerbreadman #musicstory #earlychildhoodmusic https://www.instagram.com/p/ClxvHgGyOso/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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musicians-park · 2 years
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What are some of your favorite picks?Why?Tell your story! . . . . #guitarpick #guitarpicks #guitargear #guitarworld #guitargift #guitarmusic #favoriteguitar #musicstory #guitarstory #guitarstorytelling #moozakmusic #musicianspark https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci9lZ4bONDa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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elizaneals · 2 years
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#BluesRock #bluesalbum #BaddertotheBone presents #FuelingMeUp listen to the whole song #linkinbio #storymusic #musicstory #ticktockchallenge #instagramchallenge #fuelingup #fuelingmybody #fuelshortage #442 #deiselshortage #horsepower #bodywork #cherrycar #bluesguitar #powerbluesrock #hotbabe #sandybeach #danceallnight #sleepallday #DetroitRockCity 💋 https://www.instagram.com/p/CdetJ2trUIB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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dailyexo · 1 year
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Kai - 230313 MelOn magazine
Credit: MelOn.
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choi-yujin-folder · 3 months
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[230925] Yujin [Melon Magazine] [Magic Hour]
Source: https://www.melon.com/musicstory/inform.htm?mstorySeq=14177
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fy-myouimina · 1 year
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TWICE "SET ME FREE" M/V Shooting Scene
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hiddenkardnet · 4 months
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231207 [X] KARD_Official: [#BM] [멜론 매거진] KARD KING BM, 'Lowkey' 뮤직비디오 촬영 현장! ▶️ https://www.melon.com/musicstory/inform.htm?mstorySeq=14426&ref=copyurl&snsGate=Y
#KARD #BM #카드 #비엠 #Lowkey
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fyexo · 1 year
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melon
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markusdreesen · 1 year
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Der größte Erfolg von #Springsteen in Sachen Charts - jetzt die Story zu #DancingInTheDark in der neuen Episode von #100malMusiklegenden hören, liebhaben und weitersagen 🥰 Links in Bio #podcast #musicpodcast #musicstories #musicstory #storytelling #musichistory #thestorybehind #musiclegends #musicoftheEighties #musicoftheeightiesrocks https://www.instagram.com/p/CpsiGREMgHh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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gfriendunited · 11 months
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freaxs-blog · 5 months
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Step into the enchanting world of #SadeAdu, where her Nigerian roots and British upbringing blend into an irresistible musical tapestry. From her days as a fashion design student to leading the band 'Sade', her journey is nothing short of inspiring.
Remember the 80s, when Sade's soulful voice first graced our ears? Her unique fusion of soul, jazz, and R&B brought a new elegance to the music scene, with every album narrating a profound emotional story.
And who can forget "No Ordinary Love"? This Grammy-winning masterpiece from 'Love Deluxe' isn't just a song; it's an ethereal experience that continues to sway hearts worldwide with its sultry, haunting melody.
Here's a fun tidbit: Sade, the music icon, also has a flair for cooking! Imagine being on tour and being surprised by exotic dishes cooked by none other than Sade herself. Talk about multi-talented!
So, where is the legendary Sade now? Embracing her timeless elegance, she remains a beacon of serenity in our chaotic world. While she cherishes her privacy, her rare musical releases still capture our hearts, reminding us of her enduring impact.
Stay tuned for more captivating stories and celebrate the legacy of artists like Sade, who transform our world with their art. Join us in this musical journey and let's keep the rhythm alive.
#Sade #NoOrdinaryLove #LoveDeluxe #MusicLegend #TimelessMusic #SoulfulJourney #MusicStories #EleganceInMusic #GrammyWinner #BritishIcon
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blackr23 · 6 months
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#StrayKids This concept of paradise is also rock🤘
With exciting songs and performances💥 Delivering the best energy and confidence🎸
#StrayKids new mini album [樂-STAR] released🤡
Check it out now at Melon 👉m2.melon.com/musicstory/det…
#樂_STAR #ROCK_STAR @Stray_Kids
💬: cover me vs leave
🐺: let's change the question, hyunjin vs changbin
🐰: i'll choose the song that's more comfortable to record
🥟: ah~ you can't do that!
🐰: you be quiet! because of you!
🐖🐇: you're comfortable when recording (for leave) right?
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okayohay · 7 months
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I posted an update to Closer last evening! Chapter 12 is live - and be warned, it’s racy 😉
TOLBINY update coming soon!
Thanks for reading!
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