#paulys guitar collection

[guitarists-guitars-more]

What an EVH Collection

#guitars #guitarsrock #electric guitar #guitar #evhgear #evh #evh guitars #6 string #Star guitar #frankenstein #frankenstrat #wolfgang usa #MIJ #paulys guitar collection #paulys collection #Paulys guitar collage #eddie van halen #van halen #78 eruption

[604designresearchharriet]

Tutorial Worksheet | Task 1 

These exercises are designed to prompt you to think critically about your current selection of elements and the graphic system used to both classify and communicate them to an audience in your final poster design.  

Use these exercises to develop and refine your element selections and categorisations through analysis, reflection and discussion, and make timely and appropriate changes if needed.  

This critical thinking also extends to researching, developing and testing possible graphic systems to collate and most effectively and efficiently communicate this set of elements.  

You might also like to think of yourself as a kind of curator: selecting, grouping and interpreting elements and the stories they might tell, individually and collectively. How might curators' approach this in developing an exhibition structure, publication format, compilation, website, image sequence, playlist, campaign, etc? What is your overall strategy? 

Demonstrate how the elements tell stories about you and offer opportunities to nurture links with relevant creative communities. It is recommended you also re-read the assignment brief. 

Task 1: Individually [10 mins]  

Group your current selection of elements into relevant categories.  

This should be for all 20 elements to be included in your final assessment, or as many elements as you have at present. You can always add and/or edit some of the elements in response to this exercise.  

Name your categories in terms of the main defining feature: e.g.,  “Tools I use in my design work” or  

“Possessions of personal significance which influence my design practice”  

Some elements may be categorised in several different ways at once, such as the above example (a tool might also have personal significance and an important ‘back story’, etc…) 

Categorise graphically and/or in text form below and overleaf. 

Selection of elements -

-Cat Pirate Ring

-Safety Pin

-Paint Brushes

-Wiesbaden Key Chain 

-Hello Kitty Poster

-Sister Tee Shirt 

-Tattoo 

-Guitar 

-Belt 

-Guerrilla Girls Postcard

-Roxy-Gal

-Notebook

-Stereo

-Berina Sewing Machine

-Amy Winehouse Poster

-Watch

-St Pauli

-Ed Hardy Uggs

-Otto Dix Book

-Arm chair 

The idea behind my poster and inventory list is to showcase my design and creative process through the vehicle of my bedroom; as my creative sanctuary. 

Categories:

Heritage:

-Wiesbaden Key Chain 

-St Pauli

Tools:

-Paint Brushes

-Safety Pins

-Sew Machine

-Notebook

Music:

-Guitar

-Amy Winehouse Poster

-Stereo

Fashion:

-Ed Hardy Boots

-Sister Tee Shirts

-Watch

-Belt

Friends and Family Memoribilia:

-Hello Kitty Poster

-Roxy Gal

-Tattoo

-Cat Pirate Ring

Art Heros

-Otto Dix

-Guerrilla Girls

Elements in my design practise that improve skill and help me develop my practise.  

Tools:

-Paint Brushes: painting often begins my design practise to loosen up and create interesting gestural strokesy , using analog techniques allows me to begin to visualise my ideas from my minds eye directly onto paper, using tactilty to form my thoughts.

-Sew Machine: using textiles as another plain and medium in my work allows me to break boundaries of constraints to the screen. I like using soft materials and bringing them into my practise as they become usbale objects.

-Notebook: 

Community, relationships and what this means as a creative.  

 Friends and Family Memoribilia:

-Hello Kitty Poster

-Roxy Gal

-Tattoo

-Cat Pirate Ring

Expressing my love and appreciation and vice versa with my immediate community of friends and family is important to me. As well as continuing to express these relationship through these vices. For example one of my closest friends Lucy, and I, like to collect Hello Kitty magazines together. I also strongly associate Hello Kitty with my friendship with my friend Holly who is one of my childhood best friends who now lives in Wellignoton. Having Memorabial like this surrounding me allows me to keep them close to me always. 

Art Heros

-Otto Dix

-Guerrilla Girls

Surroundings, studio and sensory influences.  

Music:

-Guitar

-Amy Winehouse Poster

-Stereo

Fashion:

-Ed Hardy Boots

-Sister Tee Shirts

-Watch

-Belt

What do these do for me: 

Having my room my creative sanctuary inspires me everyday. I am someone who is very influenced by my envorienmnt and immediate surrounds. I can be quite particular about things and need my envornemnt to be a certain way in order to allow for my creativity to flow. Some practices I do to ensure this can happen are music. My stereo in my room is almost always, mood allowing to help me ideate creative ideas. My go to artists when I am needing to stay focused and get things done are Amy Winehouse, Lorde and Nick Cave. Also listening to the radio as white noice helps me sometimes or podcasts. 

Expressing myself creatively through the outlet of fashion is another love of mine. I creating outfits that are non conectional and break gender stereoetypes, as gender dyshporiua is soemthing I can struggle with. Breaking these boundaries makes me feel comfortable and confident and havig creative freedom in expressing different moods and statements through clothing allows me to build me creative sanctuary further.

[theblindhag]

my thoughts after watching hairspray the musical. (WARNING ITS LONG)

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHY “WITHOUT LOVE” HAS BEEN THE VIBES FOR ANY RELATIONSHIP I WANT.

LIKE THE SONG IS SO <3 (the musical not the movie. I LOVE THE MOVIE BUT I SAW THE MUSICAL LAST WEEK AND IT WAS INCREDIBLE AND RANKED HIGHER)

ALSO “RUN AND TELL THAT” HAS TO HAVE SOME DRUGS IN IT CAUSE I WAS GROOVING IN MY SEAT

Link walks out with a guitar for “it takes two”… THERE IS NO GUITAR WHY IS HE STRUMMING????? THERE WAS NO STRINGS EITHER.

“I can hear the bells” is THE HOPELESS ROMANTIC SONG, SOMEONE NEEDS TO REFERENCE IT IN A FIC OR I WILL SIMPLY PERISH.

(and its a verbal motif in the musical like when tracy sings the song it shows her love for link, later link looks at tracy lovingly and says “i can bear the bells!”. near “timeless to me” Edna [ and wilbur (?)] say “i can hear the bells” to each other. in a whore for motifs and almost broke my friends hand when i realised what was happening [I THINK PENNY AND SEAWEED SAID IT TOO BUT I MAY BE WRONG])

Act 2 opened and i was like “i hear tap shoes🤨” and my friend didn’t believe me… LO AND BEHOLD ACT 2 OPENS WITH “The big dollhouse” WHICH HAS A TAP BREAK. I WAS A NEWSIES FAN. I KNOW TAP SHOES.

“MISS BALTIMORE CRABS” HAS BEEN MY FAVOURITE SONG SINCE I SAW THE MOVIE WHEN I WAS 5 AND WATCHING IT LIVE SOLIDIFIED MY HOMOSEXUALITY CAUSE GAWD DAYUM. THAT SHIT WAS SCRUMPTIOUS.

remember in “nicest kids in town” it went “Im amber, brad, tammy, fender, brenda, sketch, shelly, iq, lou ann, joey, mikey, vikki, becky, bix, jessie, darla, paulie, noreen, doreen, and im *🎸🎸🎸* link”

WELL IN THE STAGE VERSION IT GOES “I’m amber, brad, tammy, fender, brenda, sketch, shelly, iq, lou ann, couks, bell, corrie, john, and im *🎸🎸🎸* link” THEY ADDED SO MUCH TO THE MOVIE VERSION OF THAT SONG

ALSO NEW GIRL IN TOWN WAS A MOVIE EXCLUSIVE???????

ZAC EFRON IN THE SPOTIFY COLLECTION EDITION ALBUM COVER LOOKS LIKE PLANKTON FROM THE SPONGEBOB MUSICAL. PLEASE SOMEONE SEE WHAT IM SEEING

anyways cooties is THE best song.

GOODNIGHT.

#hairspray #theatre kid #Spotify

[musiciansguitarsnaturesbeauty]

Sophie Lloyd and her signature Kiesel Guitar

#sophie lloyd #kiesel guitars #guitar #guitarist #female guitarists #guitaroftheday #signature model #custom shop #paulys guitar collection #paulys collection #6 string #electric guitar #guitarsrock

[hometoursandotherstuff]

From the look of Scott’s neat New York City apt, you would never know that he holds the Guinness World Record for owning the most pizza boxes- over 1,550 of them. He also owns Scott’s Pizza Tours-  In addition to the company’s signature bus tours, it now hosts daily walking tours.

Scott also experiments making his own dough and pizza. (He always loved pizza and his passion is contagious.

The big blade on the left is a pizza knife from  Paulie Gee’s in Chicago. Scott has also been gifted pans from Emily and Emmy Squared in NYC and a wooden dough box from King Umberto on Long Island.

There’s also a collection of books on Pizza, and Scott wrote the only book on pizza boxes.

Scott plays a little piano, but mostly guitar and drums. He got this organ in college while living in Syracuse. It was on somebody’s front porch for free. It has a fake Leslie speaker in it.

The boxes are stored in a closet, flattened and organized by theme. Currently, 150 of them are on display in a pizzeria in Manchester, UK (from time to time, Scott will loan out portions of his collection to museums or exhibits) and 300 are at his parents’ house in New Jersey.

The pizza boxes in his office are newer ones that haven’t yet been cataloged. “When new pizza boxes come in, they get measured and logged into a spreadsheet. Then I can flatten them down and take a professional photo of them. I eventually want to have a website where you can look at any pizza box in the world.”

Pizza memorabilia. 

Collection of pizza magazines. 

The dining room cabinet is full of history items. Scott gets the tomato cans and labels from eBay. He even has a brick from an old brick oven bakery in Jersey City that’s now a pizzeria.

Scott has a regimented schedule. “Almost every day starts at 6:30. I get up, clean up, go to the YMCA, then I’m back emails and out the door by 9:30.” He’ll do tours all day. Then he’s off to different pizzerias, refilling supplies, checking in with places, and seeing new places. If there’s no tour, he uses the dining table as an inbox, and the goal is to clear it by the end of the day.

Isn’t it amazing how some people can make enough money to live in NYC doing stuff like this? 

Pizza during the Pandemic. You can also follow his Tumblr:     https://scottspizzatours.tumblr.com/

https://www.6sqft.com/my-1100sqft-pizza-pundit-scott-wieners-midwood-home-holds-the-worlds-largest-pizza-box-collection/

#collecting #pizza pundit #pizza box collecting

[ohblackdiamond]

life and life only (eventual paul/gene, current paul/victoria) (pg) (part 5 of ?)

part 1 | part 2 |  part 3  | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11

Mermaid AU. Paul lives in isolation in a sunken ship with his sister, until a new mer comes by to see his ship, and he starts to reassess the human world. In this chapter: Paul spends the day as a human and goes to Victoria’s play, where he’s immersed in the world ashore more than he ever has been before. Victoria’s past continues to raise more questions than answers.

They mated twice more that afternoon. Victoria called in for delivery-- sushi, which he’d developed a taste for over the course of the last several months. They ate it in her bedroom, listening to her record collection. She had all the Doors’ albums and most of the Beatles’. But there were more. Songs he’d only heard snippets of on the transistor radio and in the cabs and shops. Led Zeppelin. Neil Diamond (“he’s more pop,” she’d said apologetically, although he’d liked Brother Love’s Travelling Salvation Show). The Rolling Stones. Most of the bands had a harsh bite to them, whether it was in the hammering drums or the wailing guitars or the sex-saturated lyrics. There was something slick and dark to their underbellies. Some subversive passion he shouldn’t have admired at all, when what he’d shared with her was almost sacred.

They slept in each other’s arms that night. He was half-surprised when he woke up the next morning to find that he hadn’t reverted in his sleep. His feet didn’t look dry or feel any funnier than usual as he slowly swung them over the side of the bed.

“I’m making you something,” Victoria called out from the kitchen. “Do you like eggs?”

“I like roe.”

He could hear her giggle.

“This is a little different. It’s chicken eggs. I’m scrambling them. C’mon to the kitchen, Paul. I made some lox ’n’ bagels too.”

He didn’t know what lox was, either, but he figured it out when he saw it on the table. Salmon. Cream cheese on the bagels, too. He dug in eagerly. Across from him, Victoria nibbled on her own bagel, barely picking at the eggs.

“Your show’s today, too, right? When is it?”

“Two and eight. I have to be there earlier.”

“I can go to both the shows.”

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t want you to sit through it twice. Come to the one at eight. That way I can introduce you to everybody after.”

He nodded.

“Should I-- can I stay here until then?”

“That’s what I was hoping.” Without being asked, she spread more cream cheese and lox onto a fresh bagel, putting it on his empty plate. “But I don’t want you feeling like I trapped you. And I don’t want you getting bored.”

“I won’t. We didn’t get through half your record collection.”

Courting her. He was courting her. All through the rest of breakfast, he couldn’t get that single, unbelievable thought out of his mind. He had held her. Kissed her. Mated with her. All the secret things he’d never believed he’d learn, she was teaching him now.

“You can’t live off music,” she said, and poked him lightly in the arm.

“You do. And they do. The guys on the records.”

“I don’t make much. Neither do they. The companies take it all.” She crossed over to the bedroom, coming back with underwear, jeans, and another sweater, which she tugged on as she spoke. “The phone book’s in the-- no. I’ll find a number for you. You can call in a pizza for lunch this afternoon, if you want.”

“I don’t want to make you spend--”

“You’re not.” She grabbed her purse, taking out a few bills and handing it to him. “That should be enough for the cab, too… and here, here’s the card, it has the number to call on it. They’ll deliver it over.”

“Okay.” He set it down on the table. She leaned in, pecking him on the lips.

“I’ll see you soon, Paulie.”

--

He played the rest of her records once she was gone. She had some softer bands in there. Kenny Rogers and the First Edition had an interesting twang he didn’t recognize. Then there were Jimi Hendrix and Creedence Clearwater Revival and The Lovin’ Spoonful, and a very puzzling band called the Turtles (he had assumed they were related to the Beatles, but they looked nothing like them). Then she had some by musicians he’d never heard of before. People like the Four Tops and the Temptations and Smokey Robinson and the Miracles. He liked them, too, but he kept coming back to the Beatles records, drawn like a remora to a shark. He played Abbey Road over and over, until he learned all the lyrics and could finally sing along, instead of just hum. Maybe he was kidding himself, but he thought his voice sounded better out of the water than in it.

She’d only been gone a few hours at that point. Paul put the records back on the shelf, considering. She’d left her jewelry box open. It was easy enough to find the other earring. The tiny diamond glimmered just enough to be noticeable. He put it back, although he couldn’t help but touch the one she’d put in his ear, couldn’t help but take a glance in the mirror.

You look like a rockstar. He looked like a mess. He hadn’t shaved (mermen generally did, until they hit middle age) and his hair was puffier than ever, the curls tangled and hopeless, falling slightly past his shoulders. He sighed, about to look for a comb, when that picture of the little blonde girl on the mirror caught his eye again.

He took it out from the corner of the mirror and flipped it over. A child’s block letters were on the back:

“VICKI

AGE 6

1955”

Strange. The little girl looked like her and the year would’ve been about right, but it didn’t make sense. He wondered if her family was one of those progressive types who tried to get their kids landlocked quickly. Except six was far too young to even be able to go human in the first place.

His own curiosity made him feel guilty. He didn’t need to dig around to figure out more about her. They were courting. They’d mated. They’d shared so much already that he was certain Victoria would tell him on her own, if there was really any need to know.

He got brave and hungry enough to get dressed and call the number for pizza about half an hour later, but got confused when the man on the phone asked about the toppings. He didn’t exactly know what he’d ordered, but he paid the man when he brought it to her apartment, and ate a few pieces. Some meat he hadn’t had before was on top of the slices. Victoria had tried sometimes to get him to branch away from only eating fish and sweets when he came ashore, but the only new type of meat he’d really liked so far was chicken. This wasn’t chicken, but it was-- okay. A little greasy.

He’d spent more than an entire day human at that point. Longer than he ever had before. It made him a bit nervous, even though logically, he knew there was no remote danger of being landlocked. He wasn’t suffering any weird physical effects from staying ashore, either; he just didn’t feel like himself. His legs just felt borrowed, like they weren’t really part of him.

So after lunch, he filled up the small tub in her bathroom, climbed in, and reverted to mer. It wasn’t comfortable. He couldn’t get the water temperature right, or stretch his tail out to its full length, his tailfin and about a foot of his tail ending up pressed up against the side of the tub and the wall. He ran his fingers down past his hip, to that indistinct edge where skin started to give way to scales, trying to reassure himself and relax. Empty his mind a bit. Only, alone, with no other distractions, he started thinking about Julia again, wondering if she had already come home. He doubted it, but he hoped she had. He’d… he’d make it up to her somehow.

(you’ve stopped me ever since you were born)

(you ruined everything)

His stomach roiled.

Despite that, he managed to nap in the tub for awhile, into the afternoon. When he finally got up, he dried his hair and combed it, borrowing a razor to shave his face. It was getting close now. Almost time for him to see the play. Victoria had left enough money for the cab fare, and his ticket was at the box office. He pulled on yesterday’s clothes and headed off.

--

Surprisingly, he didn’t have much trouble with the cab or the box office. The humans that filled up the Broadway Theater at night were different from the ones on the docks. A lot of them were dressed far better than he was, and yet, for some reason, he ended up with as many approving glances as disapproving ones as he was ushered to his seat near the back of the theatre.

He didn’t know what to expect when the curtain went up. It wasn’t what he got. It was an onslaught. All the actors and actresses kept running up and interacting with the audience, which frightened him, though they never made it near his seat. He couldn’t exactly follow the plot, or any of the people it was referencing. They kept poking fun at things he didn’t understand. There was a war going on in the play. Something about draft cards. They all seemed fed up over something. A million things.

The songs were no less catchy but even dirtier than the rock music he’d listened to in her apartment. Full of a passion he admired but couldn’t understand. Frankly, he’d rarely heard a mer curse half as much as the actors. The nude scene midway through was as laughable as Victoria had said. Just a handful of the cast-- Victoria and maybe eight or nine others-- stripped behind a screen and walked out bare onstage for a minute at best. He didn’t know what they were trying to accomplish with it. What statement they were trying to make. It just seemed foolish.

But while Victoria was onstage, he could let all his confusion go. Even from as far back as his seat was, she was radiant. Her voice was honey-warm, rich in its depths, more powerful than her thin frame would suggest. She moved so fluidly, so gracefully. It was a funny feeling. He felt warm watching her-- but there was something else, too. Something he envied.

Because as he was watching her, they were, too. The rest of the audience. They were responding to her-- responding to every bit of the action onstage. It was so different from the attention he’d always shrunk from ever since he was a child. The pity and whispers from the other mer and even, he was sure, from the humans. He’d endured it, and hid from it, his whole life. He hadn’t known there was any other way to be looked at. He hadn’t known that some people were stared at and whispered about because they were admired. Because they wanted to be like them. Beautiful. Talented. Brilliant.

He wanted it. Just the thought of it made him feel strange and heady. Being looked at the way he looked at Victoria. The way everyone was looking at her and the other actors and actresses. Have what she had. There must’ve been a thousand people in the audience, and every eye on her. Every pair of hands in the theater clapping. That kind of momentum, that kind of fulfilment, surely could overrun anything else. Any bad feeling at all.

The spell seemed to break at the play’s end. Paul wasn’t sure what to do when the rest of the audience began filing out. Luckily, an usher grabbed him once he started to get up.

“You’re with Victoria Medlin, right?”

“Yeah.”

“She said to take you backstage after.”

Paul nodded, following the usher. There was an eeriness to the stage, now that the play was over. It wasn’t just empty; it felt abandoned. Lonely as the Lord Stanley.

He’d thought backstage would be as raucous as the show itself. Instead, stripped of the show, everyone seemed diminished. Tired. They were wiping off their makeup and stepping behind curtains to get into their street clothes. Some were drinking and smoking, their conversations as indistinguishable as always when he was around a crowd. They weren’t wild at all now. Paul shifted awkwardly-- the usher had already abandoned him. Luckily, Victoria spotted him from the other side of the room.

“Paul! Hey!” 

She rushed up to him. She was already back in her outfit from that morning, bare-faced and smiling.

“How’d you like the show?”

“You were the best part.”

“You’re sweet.” She kissed his cheek. “C’mon, I’ll introduce you.”

She must have shown him to a dozen people. He kept raising his hand on automatic, apt to twine their fingers together, only to realize after about the third time that humans shook hands, rather than held them, when they introduced themselves. They grinned when they saw him. Treated him like a kindred spirit for the twenty or so seconds he met each one. Only one of the humans really stood out to him, a heavyset man with straight brown hair and a broad face.

“Paul, this is Meat Loaf.”

Paul stared in confusion. Mer sometimes had fanciful names-- the end result of usually being named after sunken vessels-- but he’d never heard of anyone, mer or human, named after food.

“Hi, Meat Loaf.”

“You can call me Meat,” he said, and laughed. He had an accent Paul had never heard before, too. “Got a last name there, man?”

“Uh--”

“Paul Stanley,” Victoria supplied. Paul threw her a grateful look. Meat Loaf nodded in assent.

“Where’re you from, Paul?”

“Queens,” he lied quickly. “Where are you from?”

“Texas. Can’t you tell?”

“No. Is that far?”

“Jesus, where’d you find this guy, Vick?” Meat Loaf laughed, elbowing her. “I thought all y’all New Yorkers were sophisticates. Listen, me and Oatis were getting a group together to get some dinner. You wanna come?”

“Not tonight,” Victoria said, wrapping up her arm in Paul’s. Paul felt suddenly grateful. Victoria was looking out for him. Not pushing him into anything too intimidating. The thought of eating with all those humans was far more frightening to him than getting a cab or navigating the subway, and he thought Victoria knew it. He would’ve given himself away, or humiliated Victoria. He’d have ruined it. “Maybe some other time. See you tomorrow.”

“Have fun.” Meat Loaf winked.

--

He had a million questions for her in the cab going back to her apartment.

“Do they all call you Vick? Is that what you wanna be--”

“Vick or Vicki, ever since I was a kid. But I like being Victoria to you.”

He nodded hesitantly.

“And in the show… the war, is that real? Are they really drafting men to fight? Even when they don’t want to go?”

“Yes.”

Oh. Mer had had wars, long ago, but their primary adversary had always been humans. Mating with them, encroaching on their territory with steamboats and submarines and deep-sea expeditions, polluting their oceans. Destroying their culture generation after generation with every landlock. He knew vague things about human wars, gleaned from sunken ships and a handful of stories, but nothing current or concrete.

“So they really do those protests, too?”

“All the time.” Victoria’s mouth was pinched tight. “Not just over Vietnam. Over everything. Everyone wants things to change.”

“Everything seemed so good here to me.” He swallowed. “I don’t understand what they want changed. You have… you have all these incredible things, but you want something else.”

Victoria’s expression softened, and she twined their fingers together, squeezing his hand tightly.

“You’re so sweet, Paul. You’ll understand sometime.”

“Don’t tell me that. That makes me seem like a kid.”

“No, no. You haven’t been around here long enough, that’s all. Just like I haven’t been around the ocean. Your part of it, at least.”

It was the first time she’d really admitted it. For a second, he wanted to ask about that photo. That little blonde girl, in a jumper and pigtails. Six years old in ’55. But a look at her face and the question died in his throat.

“It’s not the same,” he protested instead. “There’s not so much to learn about in the ocean at all. Life’s not so complicated.”

“Life’s always complicated,” Victoria said. The cab driver stopped by her apartment complex. “You make me greedy, Paulie. You want to spend the night again?”

He answered with a kiss.

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #paul stanley #mermaid au #mermaid fic

[doomedandstoned]

False Gods Deliver Iconoclastic New Ripper

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

I'm always excited when I get to revisit a band like New York City's FALSE GODS. Last featured in our compilatoin 'Doomed & Stoned in New York' (2020) and following right on the heels of three EP releases, the five-year strong Gotham city gloom-and-doom collective ready for their first full-length record.

'No Symmetry...Only Dissolution' (2020) has been described by the band as a "a brash, bulldozing juggernaut, shifting between melancholy and rage with the stroke of riff." The influence of Crowbar is especially evident in dark, mist-filled numbers like "Stay Frosty," the album's first single.

Donning a patented blend of doomed-out sludge, melodic noise, and down-trodden hardcore, False Gods are conjure "powerful, undeniable sounds, while telling the bitter truth of reality."

Today, Doomed & Stoned is presenting another song, "Lords of Emptiness," from the harrowing seven-track album, which releases October 16th on Seeing Red Records (pre-order here). The band describes it this way:

Lords of Emptiness is about society's addiction to power and consumerism which in turn gives them a false sense of self. No matter how much power you obtain or how many material possessions you have, you still wind up dead like everyone else, and all the things we pine over and work to obtain mean nothing. They are mere distractions to the fact that one day...we end.

Big ups to Mike Stack (vox), Greg March (guitar), Nick Luisi (lead guitar), Johnny Geirak (bass), and Paulie Stack (drums) for putting heart and soul into this one. Colin Marston at The Thousand Caves Studio does a fine job of capturing this gargantuan sound, while not minimizing its essential punch.

Mastered expertly, as usual, by Alan Douches at West West Side Music. All in all No Symmetry...Only Dissolution dense, dynamic, and devastating gut punch that puts the definitive punctuation on a year gone mad.

Give ear...

No Symmetry...Only Disillusion by FALSE GODS

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#D&S Debuts #False Gods #New York City #New York #doom #sludge #post-hardcore #noise #doom metal #Seeing Red Records #D&S Reviews #Doomed & Stoned

[starrybluez]

I was tagged by 2 lovely mutuals @music-on-canvas and @duranarchy-in-the-uk to put together a list of the 10 songs I'm most obsessed with. Thank you both! 💜😊

This was tough for me to narrow down from my collection of music which songs I loved the most. Tried to just pick one per artist to make it a little easier. Almost all of these are rockers - the more easy-going mellow tunes are at the end.

1. New Religion – Duran Duran

I keep changing my mind on favorite Duran songs. Most of the early ones have become my babies so it's difficult to pick a favorite! 😅 I went with New Religion this time because that BASS. JT definitely wins my heart on this one. The live versions they did in the 80's are particularly great to watch. It's really a treat to hear Andy singing along with Simon. Love Andy. 💖

2. Get It On – The Power Station / T.Rex

Both versions sound great to me but if I had to choose, I really enjoy the power (no pun intended) of the Power Station one. Nice to hear Andy shredding on guitar and Robert Palmer's take on the vocal.

3. Gotta Get A Grip On You – Robert Palmer

And speaking of Robert Palmer, I can't get enough of this song of his. Incredible and versatile singer. I do recommend listening to the whole album “Some People Can Do What They Like” if you want to funk out a bit. My dad bought the album and I guess he's still a big fan since he recently quoted the chorus from "Addicted To Love".

4. White Rabbit – Jefferson Airplane

One of the many songs on this list I will sing along to. Yeah, most likely this is acid fuelled – or something to that effect, but what colorful lyrics it inspires! “Go ask Alice. When she's ten feet tallll!” Not that I'm encouraging everyone to take recreational drugs – I’ve never taken any and I can be weird and silly enough without them! 😅

5. I Want To Take You Higher – Sly & The Family Stone / Ike & Tina Turner

Only recently did I hear the Duran remake of this song. Love Simon's vocals but everything else on it was giving me a headache. Maybe if I heard it through the proper speakers instead of a tinny cellphone or computer, I could at least hear the bass. Still prefer the earlier soul singer versions. I don't think anything can beat those. Both Tina and Sly are so good, I don't even have the words. They render me speechless! On a side note, I did watch the Prince's Trust video from ’86 with Tina and a handful of my other favorite singers and she just outsang all those guys.

6. So Glad To See You Here – Paul McCartney & Wings

He's mostly known for his ballads, but this rocker is a favorite of mine. There's a whole slew of well-known guest musicians jamming on this. But really it's fun for me to just hear Paulie wailing his face off back in the day. Again, I highly recommend the album it's from. Very unpopular opinion, but I regard Back To The Egg as his best album, along with Flaming Pie.

7. Mystery Achievement – Pretenders

Another album from my family's music collection that I grew up listening to. And it's another one I would listen to in its entirety. The rhythm section along with Chrissie Hynde's amazing voice really drives the song at the beginning and then the guitars join in to carry it along to the end.

8. Suffragette City – David Bowie

Another one I have to sing along to everytime. The lyrics are too much fun not to. And it's Bowie, which should say enough right there. Hard for me to get through the whole song though without cracking up at the line “this mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place”. Yes. I'm also really mature. 🙄

9. Turn My Back On You – Sade

This group does not get talked about enough. Again the bassline is what's most memorable for me. The singer is effortlessly cool. And if you've seen the music video, she rocks a suit as well as any of the guys in the band.

10. Many Too Many – Genesis

Now we get to the really mellow stuff towards the end. This piano ballad is often in my head. The beginning notes particularly stand out. The whole thing is very dreamlike. I'm actually more of a fan of their 70's songs than their popular 80's hits.

Bonus: 11. You Go To My Head - Frank Sinatra / Ella Fitzgerald

And I added this classic tune as a bonus, because I didn't think the list would be complete without one great jazz standard. I picked both singers’ versions – they are two of my favorites from the 40's and 50's era. I find myself getting lost in those dreamy vocals.

I could add some more bonuses, but then this list would be way too long. I tag anyone else who wants to participate!

#personal

[georgeharris0n]

It Was The Beatles

Rated: PG-13

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: Generally is just all 4 (ot4) of them being protective of each other, but can be read as Mclennon/Starrison if you prefer it that way.

Chapters:1/1

Note: This is lovely gift to the wonderful @cirilee we have been talking about it for wEeks! I hope you enjoy it, and that it was worth the wait. Talking about it with you was honestly amazing, and I hope we can continue to gush more ideas about these sweet boys. :’)

In the midst of unbearable screams, and practically inaudible sets, the boys were coming close to their final numbers of their concert, hoping to play out and finally take a rest. The four were completely exhausted from the day, and this particular American crowd was not making it easy on them. Non stop we’re their screams. Paul’s attempts to hush them were futile in the face of thousands of teenage girls. Completely setting the building in a whirlwind of high pitched unrelenting chaos.

It shouldn’t surprised any of the Fab Four that someone would have eventually stormed on the stage.

What the boys weren’t prepared for was for two to storm the stage. Quite successfully in fact.

It all seemed to have happened out of nowhere. Two girls managed not only to evade Mal, and the rest of security, but they practically set the whole room off the rails.

George had first caught notice of it when Paul had stopped singing right in the middle of the next number. Turning over, he saw Paul struggling with a girl who clutched his waist in her arms from behind. Eventually, shifting around to tug at his sleeve, and splitting the seams of his suit. Paul was attempted to shake her off, but he couldn’t really take her grip off, or shove her. The press would have a field day if he “attacked” her so rudely like that.

George felt immediately defensive, but when he caught sight of John throwing his guitar to the ground he knew something was quickly about to go amiss. Press or no press, John wouldn’t stand for this bullshit. Especially when the gal took ahold of Paul’s cheeks, and planted a fervent kiss on his lips. John had officially lost it.

“Let him go- Piss off!” John ran off to Paul’s side practically fuming. Shouting over the girl’s screams as they refused to let go despite John’s attempts to pull her off Paul.

The more they tried, the more the girl resisted. She was practically tearing him apart.

George was about to butt in, and give John some help when he heard a crash of one of Ringo's symbols. The second girl, had now tackled Ringo to the ground, and off his drum pedestal.

George quickly sprinted to Ringo, absolutely horrified when he bared witness to his bandmate face down on the floor with a girl holding a pair of scissors at his head, George quickly pulled the girl up, and off his drummer. She struggled a lot, but Geo had an ironclad grip.

Things started to move so fast George could barely keep track of what was happening as the girl kicked and screamed at who he could only assumed was her friend.

“I’ve got some! I’ve got it!”

Geo tried relentlessly to find any security coming from the wings of the stage, but all he could see as he turned about was John, who had finally pulled off the lady practically clawing, and groping at Paul.

The situation was completely out of hand, and after all this havoc, security finally came about to remove the girls from the stage.

Paul was left tattered. His suit was practically in pieces and shredded upon him with rips, and seams completely undone. Patch of his suit, and pants were all over the stage.

John took a hold of Paul’s shoulder, and nudged him off the stage to the back, not paying any kind to the audiences’ complaints. George helped up Ringo to his feet, and set a supporting arm around his shoulders and followed behind the other two Beatles.

Behind them, the crowd boo’d the early departure.

____________________

“What in fuckin” hell was that?” John was furious, absolutely off his rocker with anger. The boys had managed to get back to the hotel, and immediately entered into Brian's suite, and John was raising hell.

Brian was just as worried when he had heard from Mal what had happened. On this particular occasion Brian had opted to get some planing done for the next branch of the tour, so he had decided to sit out of this concert. Mal informed him on the phone after the incident that the girls had snuck past the security team, and he himself had stepped away for the moment. The girls apparently had a bet on who could get the most off a Beatle at one go of the stage.

Dozens of other girls attempted to follow the other two, so the team was delayed in attempt to holding the horde back. Mal had forewarned Brain that the boys would be upset, but he had failed to prepare him for just how wrathful John would be.

“John, I know you’re upset.”

“UPSET? Do I look upset Brain, because I sure feel fucking furious!” John seethed into the hushed room. Behind him Paul, George, and Ringo stood with almost sympathetic, but stricken faces.

Brain stood up abruptly, and looked John in the eye. He did as he always did, and collected himself gracefully and calmly. His indignant demeanor to the situation gone, he looked at the four boys with the utmost concern and respect. Brian felt like he had failed them, his boys. He gave them this life, and they had to live on with its pleasantries... and it faults. Regardless of how they balanced, Brain knew they were his responsibility.   

“I know you are John. This shouldn’t have happened. You felt in danger, and I understand that-” Brain wasn’t given opportunity to get another word out from there. John was already back at it, unable to keep it in any longer.

“Understand? Sod off! The only damn thing you understand is how much money we’re makin’ you Epstein!” Paul came as quick as he could behind John, and held his arm. He tightly pulled John back a tad, in order to diffuse as much of the situation he could.

“John, you need to calm down.” Paul chided while being met with John’s piercing glare.

“Calm down huh? Why don’t you go take a good look in the mirror Paulie, then tell me to calm down.” John wasn’t nearly as loud now, but no less ruthless. Paul, looked taken aback, hurt too. Looking down Paul’s clothes was still wretched and torn from the incident.

“How about poor Ringo too then! Lad might have a concussion for all we know with that shiner on his-”

“That’s enough John. Let’s just go.” George wasn’t having anymore of this. John made his point, and things were getting too heated.

“Don’t George- I’m sure he’s just getting started.” Paul spat. Before anyone could respond Paul was already turning to the door, and leaving it to slam shut behind him.

George gave John a knowing look. He screwed up. It was one thing for John to yell at Brain, he hadn’t been there, but Paul was a victim, if not more. He was shaken up, and John unintentionally preyed on his current state of vulnerability. That wasn’t right of him even if he hadn’t meant it.

Without another word, John followed suit out Brain’s door. Chasing after Paul.

Geo gave Brain a reassuring nod as Ringo opened up the door. It didn’t say much, but at least it implied that things would be better. The four of them had quite a night, and what they needed most right now was each other.

__________________

The four shared a conjoined suite of two rooms, each prepped with two twin beds. Paul had quickly entered into the nearest one from the hall, his and John’s.. He might just have to crash for the night with George and Ringo, unsure if he could handle another outburst from John for the night.

Paul hurriedly stepped into the bathroom. He turned on the sink and cupped his hands below the spout, roughly splashing his face with cold water. He felt flushed, and very light headed, which only added to how disconnected he felt to his surroundings. He blinked a few times letting his eye come to focus on the mirror. He now saw just how roughed up he was. Tired eyes on a filthy torn stage suit. He could almost feel it again. The way he was grabbed about like that. How harshly the girl had pulled his clothes apart. Like he was some kind of souvenir…

He felt tears brim up in his eyes again. He felt like a toy- a thing, not much but something to take and exploit and use, Paul could remember how she forced that unsuspecting kiss on him. That’s what they were, pretty little things to take and grab-

He felt a hand touch his side, and suddenly, with a jump he trashed in panic as those subconscious hands started to feel all too real again. Paul’s legs went weak, and he lost his footing on the tile. He stumbled backwards only to be caught into two arms. John’s arms.

“Hey, hey- Paul! Hush now, it’s me.” Paul pulled away, eyes shot open. He was shaking, after all that he couldn’t bring himself to relax. The tears on his clothes were all he could see.

Paul blinked, tears now rolling down his pink cheeks. Without thinking he stepped up to John, and rested his head onto his shoulder, arms holding him close. John quickly hugged back, and stroked the bassist’s hair soothingly.

“I’m here Paul. Right here...”

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Ringo hadn’t spoken a word since it happened. He doe eyes were downcast even now when Geo and him entered their room. George let out a deep exhale, and noticed Ringo rummaging through his luggage for his pajamas.

After all of the yelling and frustration George finally felt he could register where he was, and what had happened. Then George saw it. He had been so focused on trying to keep a close eye on John since the car ride, he hadn’t even checked on Ringo’s condition. Specifically, the purplish bruise he sported on the left of his face.

“Ritchie? Your cheek-” George rushed over the bed and was standing beside him now. Ringo was clutching his pajamas in his hands but wouldn’t look up at him. Clearly trying to shake it off as nothing. But Ringo could feel how his body ached from the fall, and how isolated the ride to the hotel had been. The yelling and fighting. Ringo hated it, and he was already so overwhelmed from the girls. He needed someone to ask if he was alright, he needed something.

For a few seconds Ringo tensed up, and his fingers gripped at his robe, and he finally spoke up.

“I’m-” But George wasn’t there anymore, he disappeared or wandered off, and Ringo stood with his mouth agape. He was alone again. The whole of it winded him. Ringo’s lip started to tremble, as the throbbing of his cheek grew persistent. He hadn’t expected to be so scared, but evidently the initial shock was wearing off, and the reality of it was setting it. Being thrown on the ground like that- the screaming, the grabbing, he was all alone down there. Except for when...

“George?” Ringo opened up his eyes. It was barely a whisper, his mouth having gone dry. His downcast head was lifted up, and George was right there in front of him. Holding up a wet cloth, he leaned forward to Ringo’s face and pressed it gently to the side letting the cool water take some of the pain. Ringo let out a small whimper at the pressure, and George let up and caressed Ringo’s other unaffected cheek reassuringly.

“I’m sorry… I know it hurts.”

George continued to dab lightly at the purple mark, and occasionally at some stray tears from Ringo’s eyes that slipped out. He felt immense guilt not having seen the girl coming for the drummer before she could cause such damage. Even looking at him now he could see the significantly shorter lock of hair behind Ringo’s ear.

The girl was right, she must have “got some” with those scissors. George furrowed his brows.

“I should’ve been there.” George stressed as he straightened his back, and looked down at his feet shamefaced.

“What are you talking about? You were there Geo.”

“Sooner. I should’ve gotten to you sooner.” George mumbled, refusing to meet Ringo’s gaze.

“Well… can you be here now?” Ringo croaked. His hands were wringing the belt of his robe, pleading blue eyes looking up at George with so much need for reassurance.

George conceded, and wrapped his arms around the drummer, giving him what they both needed so desperately after a day like this.

They broke the hug only briefly to change when they suddenly heard a knock on the door, and two mused heads peaked in.

John and Paul stood wavering by the entryway both changed in sleepwear as well, looking in need of what Geo and Ritchie required as well if any of the four were going to get through the night.

“Wanted to make sure you lot’ were, um… tucked in.” John said shifting rather awkwardly with Paul beside him.

The four could see just how rattled the others were. Even the protective John had really been disturbed by the ordeal. They all were put in compromising positions that none had expected. The pressure of the fans bearing down on them figuratively, and literally. It was all too much.

What they needed was the security they valued most. Each other. George quickly knew that, and wasn’t afraid to say it either.

“Fellas, it’s about time we all get tucked in don’t you think?”

With that nothing else was said. The two twin beds in the room were now pressed tightly beside each other, lights were cut out, sheets were drawn. It was almost muscle memory for times like this. It wasn’t rare, it wasn’t strange. When the fame, the fans, the stress- when it all came down on them. This was what they had left.

They piled in under the covers. Along the way John felt Ringo take his hand, and give it a tender squeeze.

We’re all here now.

George curled with Ringo’s head on his chest. Paul snuggled beside him just as close and unabashed with John contributing to the tangle of limbs under their covers as he rested his head beside Paul’s neck. They all nuzzled close together.

Each of them knew fully well that without this, sleep would have been a lost cause. It was something about being with those you want to protect and be protected by that allowed them to relax. They could let their barriers go, and just be held.

Smiling at the tickle of toes, and of heads buried into neighboring shoulders. Hands occasionally soothing the other’s hair, lips meeting foreheads. It was shameless. It was tender. It was protection.

It was the Beatles.

#the beatles #McLennon #starrison #paul mccartney #Ringo Starr #beatles fic #John Lennon #George Harrison #beatles fanfiction #i hope you like it #THESe boyS MAke mE soFT #enjoy caro #cirilee

[sinceileftyoublog]

Cracker & Camper Van Beethoven: David Lowery’s Touring Family

Cracker

BY JORDAN MAINZER

To the casual music listener, they’re the type of bands whose songs you’ve heard and maybe you know well, but upon hearing their names, you respond, “Who?” Cracker and Camper Van Beethoven topped Billboard’s Modern Rock Tracks chart with “Teen Angst (What The World Needs Now)” and a cover of Status Quo’s “Pictures of Matchstick Men”, respectively, at a point in time. The former’s “Low”, if you grew up listening to 93XRT like I did, was inescapable, its chorus (“I'll be with you girl / Like being low / Hey, hey, hey like being stoned”) immediately recognizable, even if a stranger were to sing it a capella minus the Southern rock riffing. Camper Van Beethoven’s “Good Guys and Bad Guys” was used in Bio-Dome, which I know only because, for some ungodly reason, I watched a Pauly Shore double feature the morning of the co-headlining show between the two bands at Lincoln Hall.

I mention the two bands’ moments of popularity not to emphasize the fact that they had a few hits nor to decry that they should have had more--and don’t get me wrong, they should have--but to argue that songs like these fit well within both the albums they appeared on and lead singer/songwriter/guitarist David Lowery’s discography. Sure, Cracker’s the meat-and-potatoes, country-influenced band co-led by a rockabilly looking, bellowing Johnny Hickman, with pedal steel guitar playing that can make you swoon, while Camper Van Beethoven’s the jangly art punk collective with songs that simultaneously inhabit and make fun of their subjects, from hippie culture to the embrace of pastiche. And on the contrary, it’s easy to say that Lowery himself is the tying thread (or, on Sunday, violinist Jonathan Segel, who sat in with both bands). 

Camper Van Beethoven

The truth lies in the middle with a wink and a nod, which their setlists exemplified. Camper’s keyboarding jaunt “We Saw Jerry’s Daughter” satirized the same Deadhead fandom that caused Cracker to open their set with a cover of Jerry Garcia’s “Loser”, featuring a Hickman guitar solo that would impress even the late man himself. The two bands’ universes clashed when Cracker performed “King of Bakersfield”, a fake California romanticism that Lowery himself acts upon with Camper, asking the audience to take some “deep yoga breaths.” (“It’s good to see Santa Cruz left its mark,” another band facetiously joked after Lowery made the “yoga” comment.) And, okay, let’s give Segel some credit, too: His fiddling playing style on Camper songs like “Picutres of Matchstick Men”, “She Divines Water”, and the “Kashmir”-meets-“Hava Negila” medley has the same affect as Matt "Pistol" Stoessel’s (of Cracker) pedal steel, providing a little shine to the gruff and tumble. As Camper’s “She Divines Water” ended on a Cracker-like slow note, with Lowery’s guitar and Segel’s violin fading, Lowery joked, “That’s actually a race to see who can play the last note on the song...but I’m gonna get him cause I’m gonna play it tomorrow on the plane.”

Eventually, Cracker had to cut their set short. They started late, plagued by sound issues, and ended early, Lowery’s voice shot from his gravel pit singing on “Teen Angst”, “Low”, and main set closer “Euro-Trash Girl”. There were many more Kerosene Hat songs on the original setlist, but the band instead opted for an encore cover of Bob Dylan’s “The Man in Me”. Really, the whole night felt like one big show, the cliche of two sides of the same coin ringing ever true. I’ll still be able to hear the slow burn of Camper’s “All Her Favorite Fruit” and Cracker’s Hickman-led “Another Song About The Rain”, even when the fruit on the tree dies, even when the rain stops.

#cracker #camper van beethoven #live music #lincoln hall #pitch-a-tent records #jonathan segel #johnny hickman #bryan howard #carlton owens #matt stoessel #billboard #david lowery #modern rock tracks #status quo #93xrt #bio-dome #pauly shore #jerry garcia #Matt Pistol Stoessel #kerosene hat #bob dylan

[guitarists-guitars-more]

Fender Suona Thinline Collection

Stratocaster, Jazz Bass & Telecaster in Violin Burst

#fender guitars #fender #fender jazz bass #6 string #guitars #guitarsrock #electric guitar #guitar #paulys collection #paulys guitar collection #suona collection #stratocaster #telecaster

[604designresearchharriet]

20 Objects Inventory list and Descriptions

EXAMPLE ELEMENT: 

EXPLAIN WHAT THE ORIGIN OF THE ELEMENT IS 

WHERE DID YOU GET THIS ELEMENT FROM? 

WHY IS THE ELEMENT SIGNIFICANT   TO YOU? 

HOW IS THIS ELEMENT SIGNIFICANT TO YOUR CREATIVITY? 

Poppas Guitar

This guitar belonged to my Poppa, it is a Spanish Orchestra Guitar. 

It was gifted to me by him shortly before he passed away. 

This is very dear to me as it is one of the last pieces of him that I have left with me. 

Music has always been part of my creative process and switching between different creatives outlets lets me stay refreshed from different projects. Guitar is a hobby I have been in and out of learning and picking up since I was about 7 years old to feels like a natural outlet to me. 

My Stereo

This stereo was situated in my family home all throughout mu childhood

I was gifted it by my dad as a hand me down when he got an upgrade. 

It holds many childhood memories from my family living room. I have since decorated it with stickers and it continues to supply the soundtrack to my life.

Music drive my creative process to allow me to stay focused or find inspiration. I use thisto gage my mood.

Cat Pirate Ring

Ring from the NZ Jewellery Designer Nick Von K, a local independent store on K road. 

My mum gifted this to me for my 19th birthday as I love pirates 

Holds value to me as I love the design style and my mum has some rings from the same designer

The rings inspires me to stay true to myself and develop my own personal style and aesthtic further.

Arm Chair

I am unsure of the origin of this as it was acquired from an op shop, I like to think it has been through many homes and places and people and has its own story. 

I got this from the local Ellerslie Op Shop when I moved into my flat and had my best friend help me carry it into her car in a funny series of events. 

This armchair fuels my creativity, I sits in my bedroom by the window and acts as my own creative sanctuary.

Hello Kitty 

Hello Kitty was originally designed by Yuko Shimizu and was intended to be a simple and cute character that could be marketed to young girls.

My friend Lucy and I collect the kids Hello Kitty Magazines sold in the supermarket and do the puzzles and activities together. I have started collecting the posters as well.

Hello kitty signifies my friendships and is a cute collectable icon that I love to decorate my room with, i love the design and clean lines.

Hello Kitty relates to my creativity as Sanrio characters design have influenced areas of my illustration styles. 

St Pauli (consider the st pauli type face and talk about iconic logo and design history, but make concise)

Hamburg Football Team, this label came from a Tee Shirt 

My Dad brought back a gift for my Mum from his most recent trip back to Germany, where our family lives. 

Hamburg is where my Dad went to university and where my parents lived for a period in their life. I identify with the and feel a strong affinity to the City.

I have always been drawn to the design of the St Pauli logo with the provocative skull and cross bones icon and the bold clean type. Is unique for a football team.

Ed Hardy Boots

Don Ed Hardy (born 1945) is an American tattoo artist known for his tattoos, strong influence on the development of modern tattoo styles, and his eponymous apparel and accessories brand.

I bought these boots from Depop.

I value these boots as a piece of vintage archive clothing. The intricate, rebellious and eccentric designs speak to my     tastes. 

They speak to my self expression which I love to show through the outlet of fashion.

Kate Sylvester Ma Tee

Early Kate Sylvester design from the 90’s under the label ‘Sister’, my mum helped design the shirt and came up with the copy text when thinking of the rudest thing a man had said to her, “you know you want it”

Was handed down to my mum to me when 90s fashion came back into fashion. 

Significant to me as my mum and I will be wearing this shirt at the same points in our lives, there are many parallels between us and it feels very special that she allows me to have it. 

The design always reminds me of where i get my creativity from, my mum. And how she allowed me to experiment with art and took me to art classes which has lead and shaped me into who i am today and my love for creative practises. 

Watch

Op shop, ambiguous origin which is mysterious and exciting 

Purchased matched vintage looking watches with my best friend 

Safety Pin

A symbol for punk rock 

Sewing kit collection 

Signifies a connection to sewing which connects to my mum, also to punk rock music I grew up listening to

Often incorporate mixed media and fabrics into my creative practises and this symbolises this aspect of my creative process

Wiesbaden key chain from Nana

Comes from Wiesbaden

My gifted to me in a package sent to me from my Nana who lives in Wiesbaden, Germany 

This is the city where I was born, I am half German and my grandparents and aunt and uncle live there, a strong affinity to the city 

My heritage can influence my creativity and I am influenced by Bauhaus design movements, my Nana also paints and I can see where I get more of my creative tendencies from and romanticing the arts 

Roxy Gal

Build a bear teddy 

Bought matching bears with my bestfriend before she moved back to wellington for the uni year, marked the end of our summer together and started a tradition where we will get one each year.

Special to me as it is a constant reminder of our friendship and to keep going and remember how deep our connection is. 

Sparks my creativity as a reminder of the people around me who have raised me to who I am today, reminds me of all the love and support I have which helps me channel the best I can into my creative practice. 

Belt

Op Shop ambiguous origin, mystery is fun 

Micheal Kors belt I found in the second hand store

Super material and chunky, nice tactility, like to collect vintage designer brands to build my collection

Self expression, aesthetic 

Paint Brushes

Geoffs Emporium 

Birthday gift from mum to inspire me to paint more 

An essential tool in my designers/ creative tool box 

I tend to start my creative oractise in a analog suite, using gestural strokes which i can create with brushes gets me inspired to then digitise these and see where I can take these forms. 

Sewing machine

My grandmothers sewing machine, passed down to my mother 

Is housed in my family home 

Generational item on the maternal side of my family, sewing is a big part of our heritage, another aspect of where I get my creativity from and there is a distinct set of problem solving skills that come with sewing skills

Textiles inspire my creative process as I love playing with different mediums in seemingly unconventional ways

Tattoo Design 

Developed this figure in first year doing the concertinas 

Got this tattooed by a good friends flat mate last year as it came to have a strong meaning to me 

Is a reflecting of my personal growth and reminds me to keep growing as a person, both on a personal and creative level 

Is a constant reminder of some of my favorutie work that has transcended physicality and now will be with me forever. Allows my creativity to take another form and keep pushing and growing. 

Amy Winehouse Poster

Real Groovy Poster 

My brother gifted this to me for christmas 

Have grown up listening to Amy Winehouse, she is my favourite artist and I admire her as an artist and her incredible body of work. Her lyricism is so beautiful and always 

Amy Winehouse is the soundtrack to my creative process, if I am ever in a creative block or need to be productive I will blast her records on my stereo and it always kicks me into gear and allows me to get lost in her voice and my creative process. 

Otto Dix Book

Otto Dix Book from the Tate Gallery collection, originally published in 1992

I bought this from Jasons Books, a second hand book store in the city that my best friends grandmother owns.

I am interesting in the expressionism theory behind his work and the time period of post-war artwork, specifically the portrait of Sylvia Von Harden, in which the colours and andrognous themes greatly inspire my work.

Notebook

Paperblanks Venetian Mornings Fiamma Notebook from Gordon Harris 

Birthday gift from my brother 

Gesture as a gift is special to allow me to my creativity

Notebooks are where all my ideas are born, the notion o f pen on paper allows my thoughts to flow and kickstarts my creative process 

Guerrilla Girls Post Card 

Auckland Art Gallery Toi o Tāmaki 

Purchased from the gallery store 

The Guerrilla girls are an anonymous collective that I look up to and follow their movements.

Drives my creative process to have feminist undertones, reminds me how have we have come but how much further we still need to get to for equality in the art world. I take inspiration from their design style and choices, bold and provocative. 

[uneminuteparseconde]

Des concerts à Paris et alentour en gras : les derniers ajouts :-: in bold: the last news Octobre 21. Pawns + Youth Avoiders + Barren? – Espace B 21. Les morts vont bien + Rivière de corps + René Couteau + Razzle Dazzle (dj) (Obernoir fest.) – L'International 21. Gâtechien + Wallack + Baron Crâne – ESS'pace 22. White Ring + Ghoster + Dalhia – Supersonic (gratuit) 22. Carambolage + Deedee & Tha Abracadabras + Roger de Lille & The Gin Tonics + The Hare (dj) (Obernoir fest.) – L'International 22. Thurston Moore – Trabendo 22. David J – Petit Bain 23. Ecstatic Vision + Les Tigres du futur + Os Noctambulos – ESS'pace 23. Sly & The Family Drone + Stef Ketteringham + Decimus + Dust Breeders – Espace B 23. Plomb + Je t'aime + Electric Press Kit + dj Oxblood (Obernoir fest.) – L'International 23. Tamara Goukassova + Fun Fun Funeral + Kassie Krut  – La Station 23. Four Tet – Le 104 ||COMPLET|| 24. Last Night + Negative Space + Pedigree + Buzz Kull + Sydney Valette + dj Dave Rockin (Obernoir fest.) – L'International 24. Çub + Ayya + Radiant – Le Cirque électrique 24. The Necks – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 25. A Certain Ratio + Empereur – Petit Bain 25. Poutre + OK fdp + Bruant zizi – ESS'pace 25. Fiesta en el Vacio + Axell Larsen + Franz France + Sinead O'Connick jr + Paroi (Serendip Lab fest.) – Jazz y Jazz 25. Catastrophe + Sean O'Hagan + Form – La Maroquinerie 25. Curses + Sophie Morello + Tonn3rr3 + E for Ears & Grāv Jōnz + Trusspe – La Station 25. Dave Philips +  Bernardino Femminielli & Thea Govorchin – 3 rue de Tournant (Aubervilliers) 25. Blind Delon + Nick klein + UVB 76 + Dress Rehearsal + Little Nemo + L’An2000 [DaGeist + Outer Limit Lotus : ANNULÉ] (Obernoir fest.) – L'International 25. Automat + Stephanovitch + Cirylux + Worker Poor + Stef Mazet + Taiko Nova – Les 4 éléments 25. Varsovie + Paulie Jan + Blndr b2b Panzer + Mind Matter + End of Mortal Life – Glazart 25. Jozef Van Wissem – Crypte Notre-Dame de la Croix (sur résa : jvwparis[@]gmail.com) ||COMPLET||   25. Bestial Mouth + Veil of Light – Protocol (Pantin) ||ANNULÉ|| 25. Orphx + O/H + December + Unhuman + Limbus Puerorum – Protocol (Pantin) ||ANNULÉ|| 26. The Monochrome Set + The Last Detail – Petit Bain 26. Nina Harker + Bianca Warlord + Amour Formica – Le Zorba 26. Truckks + Terrier + Achab + Olive Pogo + Car Crash Control (dj) (Obernoir fest.) – L'International 26. The Wheal + Princesse Napälm + L'Orchidée Cosmique + Klymt (Obernoir fest.) – L'International 26. Femminielli + dj Sundae + ANDCL + Oko – Petit Palace 26. Joachim Montessuis + Martin Bakero – Galerie Metanoïa 26. Rouge Mary + Regina Demina + AZF + Léonie Pernet (dj) + Juke + Morello – Point FMR 26/27. Ilya Smirnov + Christophe de Rohan Chabot + nikolaiykm + Natalya Serkova – 3 rue de Tournant (Aubervilliers) (sur RV : nikolaiykm[@]gmail.com)   26. Mørbeck + Philipp Strobel + IV Horsemen – La Machine 26. Alignment + Hadone + UVB + Parfait + Repro – tba 26. Loto Retina + Jakub Lemiszewski + Somaticae + Le Compas dans l'oeil + Ahta Bat + Letal Ataraxia (Serendip Lab fest.) – Le Sultan 27. Laurent Garnier + Deena Abdelwahed – Dehors brut 27. Stephen Mallinder + Laisse Moi + Hexenschuss (Obernoir fest.) – L'International 28. Kate Tempest – Le Trianon 29. Danse avec les Shlags – Le Motel (gratuit) 29. Agent Side Grinder + DaGeist – La Boule noire 29. Pauwels + Mr Marcaille + BOB Cooper – L'ESS'pace 30. The White Screen + Techno Thriller + Novichok – Supersonic (gratuit) 30. Oiseaux-Tempête + Jessica Moss – La Maroquinerie 30. Jenny Hval – Centre Pompidou 30. Battles – Trabendo 30. Dame Area + Slaylor Moon + Noir de Maars– Espace B 31. Skepta + Mura Masa + Hamza + Zola + Ateyaba + Celeste + Duendita + Ezra Collective + Flohio + Kojey Radical + Master Peace + Slowthai + The Comet is Coming + Yussef Dayes + Charlotte Dos Santos + Kojaque (Pitchfork fest.) – La Grande Halle de La Villette 31. Arrington de Dionyso – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 31. Broken English Club + Cabaret nocturne + IV Horsemen + Gil. Barte – Petit Bain Novembre 01. Chromatics + Belle & Sebastian + Primal Scream + John Talabot + Weyes Blood + Barrie + Briston Maroney + Chai + Desire + Helado Negro + Jackie Mendoza + Nilüfer Yanya + Orville Peck + Sheer Mag + Squir + Loving + Nelson Beer + Sons of Raphael (Pitchfork fest.) – La Grand Halle de La Villette 01. Park Hie Jin + HAAI + Afrodeutsche + Nite Fleit (Pitchfork fest. after party) – Trabendo 01. Meconio + Mamachi + Punaises + Areva (LaDIYfest) – Le Cirque électrique 01. Imperial Black Unit + Mekano + CH-01 + Krase b2b Alphonse Fassaert – Petit Bain 01. Under Black Helmet b2b Hadone + Inhalt der Nacht b2b Echoes of October + Danilo Incorvala + Makornik + Félicie – Les Docks de Paris (La Plaine-Saint-Denis) 02. The 1975 + Charli XCX + 2manysdj (dj) + Aurora + Agar Agar + SebastiAn + Aeris Roves vs Jamila Woods + Jessica Pratt + Kedr Livanskiy + Korantemaa + BEA1991 + Caroline Polachek + Ela Minus + KhadyaK + Mk.gee + Oklou + Tobi Lou (Pitchfork fest.) – La Grand Halle de La Villette 02. Volt + Vicious Irene + U.R.S.A + Gertrude + Kalicia Katakov (LaDIYfest) – Le Cirque électrique 03. Whispering Sons – Point FMR 03. Ensemble économique + CIA débutante – Le Chinois (Montreuil) 05. Body of Light + Dead Mascot + Boy Scoot Hopkins – Supersonic (gratuit) 05. Ceremony – Espace B 05. Dear Deer + Traitrs + Men in disorder – L'International 06. The Murder Capital – Nouveau Casino 06. Scattered Purgatory + Qian Geng + UVB76 + ruò tán – Le Cirque électrique 06. Minus Pilot + GNG + Thomas Stone + Kevin Buckland – Café de Paris 06. Mont Analogue + Les Halles + Bravo Tounky – Garage Mu 06. Guitar Wolf + School Disco – Gibus 06. Glacial – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 07. Camilla Sparksss + Hyperculte [+ Xiu Xiu : ANNULÉ] – Petit Bain 07. Kælan Mikla – La Boule noire 07. Randomer + Parallx + Parfait – Glazart 08. Bedroom Community – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 08. Part Chimp + Gnod + Hey Colossus – Petit Bain 08. Sourdurent + Raymonde – Pan Piper 08. Jad Wio + Love in Prague – Gibus 08. Jennifer Cardini b2b Gerd Janson + Mouse on Mars + Fantastic Twins + Oko DJ (10 ans d’Arte concert) – La Machine (gratuit sur invitation) 08. Crystal Geometry + Monya + Size Pier + Kaya + Sina XX – La Station 08. Boy Harscher – Trabendo ||COMPLET|| 09. Trotski nautique (20 ans de l’Omadis) – Omadis (gratuit) 09. Molchat Doma + War Scenes – La Station 09. Fleuves Noirs + Thank + Drive with a dead girl + Panico Panico – Le Rigoletto 09. Leroy se meurt + Staatseinde – Le Zorba 09. Kwartz + ABSL + Toscan Haas – Glazart 10. Amiina : cinéconcert sur "Fantomas" de Louis Feuillade – Le Studio|Philharmonie 10. Ôlafur Arnald + Hugar – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 10. Fontaine D.C. – Bataclan 12. Deerhunter + Moon Diagrams – Trabendo 12. Up-Tight + Officine – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 13. Mick Harvey & JP Silo, Steve Shelley, Glenn Lewis – Les Trois Baudets 14. Dinah Bird & Jean-Philippe Renoult (Inaudible Matters) – La Gaîté lyrique 14. Girl Band + Silverbacks – La Maroquinerie 14. Automatisme + Lacustre (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 14. Manni Dee + Remco Beekwilder + Mental Infection – Glazart 14. Stella Chiweshe + Is a Fish – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 15. Von Pariahs + Nursery – Point FMR 15. Tendra Ael + City Dragon + Meryll Ampe + Divisas – La Pointe Lafayette 15. Chemical Brothers – Seine musicale (Boulogne-Billancourt) 15. Kap Bambino – La Gaîté lyrique ||ANNULÉ|| 15. Karenn + 16H07 + Antigone... (Big Bang Festival) – Les Docks de Paris 16. Kas:st + Agoria + Bambounou b2b François X + Charles Kenkler + Matrixxman + Remcord...(Big Bang Festival) – Les Docks de Paris 17. Nitzer Ebb + Liebknecht – La Machine 17. Tropical Fuck Storm – Badaboum 18. Omni + The Gotobeds + Pleasure Principle – La Boule noire 18. Surf Curse + edgar déception + Fiasco – Supersonic (gratuit) 19. Earth + Helen Money – Petit Bain 20. Lucy Railton + Sean Baxter + Jessica Ekomane – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 21. Cate Le Bon + Grimm Grimm – Petit Bain 21. Haco + Emiko Ota avec KiriSute Gomen – Studio Campus 21. Vincent Ségal, Clément Saunier, Odile Auboin, Jossalyn Jessen et Gilbert Nouno jouent des pièces de Peter Eötvös, Yan Maresz, Gilbert Nouno et Fausto Romitelli (fest. Innovasounds) – Le 104 21>23. Nosfell : “Le Corps des songes” (fest. New Settings) – Théâtre de la Cité internationale 22. eRikm + Franck Vigroux & Antoine Schmitt : “Chronostasis” (fest. Innovasounds) – Le 104 22. Rubin Steiner + Dombrance + Ambeyance + Meteo Mirage – La Maroquinerie 22. Nursery + Casse Gueule + Tout de suite – Cirque électrique 22. Kazu Makino (Blonde Redhead) – Les Étoiles 22. Drew McDowall – tbc 23. Franck Vigroux & Kurt d’Haeseleer : “The Island (part. 1)” + Cinna Peyghamy (fest. Bruits blancs) – La Muse en circuit (Alfortville) (gratuit sur résa) 23. Trio Sacher + Ensemble intercontemporain (fest. Innovasounds) – Le 104 23. Billy Childish + Le Villejuif Undergroud + Petausaure (fest. BBmix) – Carré Bellefeuille (Boulogne-Billancourt) 23. 999999999 + Jawbreakrs + Nico Moreno + Perc + Sentimental Rave + Softcoresoft + Trym + Parfait + UR trax – tba 24. TR/ST – Le Trianon 24. Mdou Moctar – La Boule noire 24. Midori Takada + Carla dal Forno + Felicia Atkinson (fest. BBmix) – Carré Bellefeuille (Boulogne-Billancourt) 24. The Young Gods + Les Tétines noires – La Machine 26. Wardruna – Olympia 27. Poly-Math + Bruit ≤ + Maven – Supersonic (gratuit) 27. The Stranglers – Olympia 27. Silly Joy + Raskolnikov + Jupiter Jane – L’International 27. Le Singe blanc + Double Nelson + Putavelo – Le Cirque électrique 27. Hélène Breschand, Tarek Atoui & Cécile Mont-Reynaud : “Pandore” + Ensemble Motus joue Tony Conrad et Elsa Biston (fest. Bruits blancs) – Anis Gras (Arcueil) 28. The Psychotic Monks – Trabendo 28. Artl + Powerdove – Petit Bain 28. Derek Holzer : “Vector Synthesis” + Cate Hope & Lisa McKinney : “Super Liminum” + Antoine Schmitt & Hortense Gauthier : “CliMax” (fest. Bruits blancs) – Le Cube (gratuit sur résa) ||COMPLET|| 29. Scanner – Nouveau Théâtre de Montreuil 29. Ulrich Krieger : “Raw” + Cellule d’intervention Metamkine (fest. Bruits blancs) – La Muse en circuit (Alfortville) 30. Mondkopf – Médiathèque musicale de Paris (gratuit) 30. Donato Dozzy + Max Cooper + Terry & Cyan Riley + Ensemble intercontemporain joue "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Ensemble Social Silence joue "Music for Airport" de Brian Eno + Apollo noir + Récital pour marimbas (Marathon fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 30. Aidan Baker & BOW Quintet + SEPL (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 30. Ulrich Krieger + Natacha Muslera + Julien Desprez + Eryck Abecassis + Sylvaine Hélary avec Clyde Chabot, Jean Cagnard, Ismaël Jude, Nathalie Papin et Michel Simonot (fest. Bruits blancs) – Anis Gras (Arcueil) Décembre 01. Motorama – La Maroquinerie 03. White Hills – Supersonic (gratuit) 03. Belgrado – Espace B 06. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Koyaanisqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 06. Answer Code Request + Regis + Raslan b2b Yoannis – La Seine musicale (Boulogne-Billancourt) 07. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Powaqqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Kokoko! – La Gaîté lyrique 07. I Hate Models – tba 08. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Naqoyqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 08. Mark Lanegan Band + The Membranes – Le Trianon 11. Boris – Le Gibus 12. Mono + Jo Quail – Petit Bain 12. Kompromat (Vitalic & Rebeka Warrior) – La Cigale 13. Contrefaçon – La Gaîté lyrique 13. Regards extrêmes + Lisieux + Ascending divers – Les Voûtes 14. Ludwig Von 88 – Le Trianon 18. Amenra – Bataclan 2020 Janvier 04. Rokia Traoré + Ballaké Cissoko & Vincent Segal – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 16. Black Midi – Le Carreau du Temple 17. Edith Nylon – Petit Bain 17. Scratch Massive + Lokier + Cassie Raptor + Faast + Kiddo – Badaboum 18. Lee Ranaldo & Raül Refree – Le 104 18. Franck Vigroux : "Flesh" (Biennale Nemo) – Maison des arts et de la culture (Créteil) 29. Rendez-Vous – La Cigale 30. Editors – Salle Pleyel 31. Tindersticks – Salle Pleyel Février 02. Sunn o))) – La Gaîté lyrique 09. Explosions in the Sky – La Cigale 13. Ride – Le Trianon 16. Orchestral Manoeuvre in the Dark – La Cigale 21. Ensemble Links joue "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain : "Détroit" + Molécule – Le 104 24. Sleater Kinney – Le Trianon Mars 02. DIIV – La Gaîté lyrique 05. Orange Blossom : “Sharing” avec les machines de François Delarozière – Élysée Montmartre 06. Frustration – Le Trianon 07. Ensemble intercontemporain joue Steve Reich : cinéconcert sur un film de Gerhard Richter – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 10. Arnaud Rebotini : live pour “Fix Me” d’Alban Richard – Centre des Arts (Enghien-les-Bains) 11. Nada Surf – La Cigale 13. Russian Circle + Torche – Bataclan 17. Chelsea Wolf – La Gaîté lyrique 20. Ensemble Dedalus joue "Occam Ocean" d'Éliane Radigue – Le Studio|Philharmonie 21. Front 242 + She Past Away – Élysée Montmartre 21/22. Laurie Anderson : "The Art of Falling" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 27. Lebanon Hanover – La Gaîté lyrique 28. Ensemble Links joue "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain joue Kraftwerk – théâtre de la Cité internationale Avril 14>17. Metronomy – La Cigale 27. Caribou – L’Olympia Mai 08. Max Richter : "Infra" + Jlin + Ian William Craig – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 09. Max Richter : "Voices" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 10. Max Richter : "Recomposed" & "Three Worlds" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 19. Swans + Norman Westberg – Le Trabendo 23. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 24. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie ||COMPLET|| 26. Minimal Compact – La Machine Juin 14. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Bercy Arena

#agenda concerts #concerts à Paris #paris gigs #gigs in paris #Paris music

[musiciansguitarsnaturesbeauty]

Fender Acoustasonic Jazzmaster in Shell Pink & Fender Player Jazzmaster w/ vintage ‘65 pickups in Pacific Peach

#fender #fender guitars #jazzmaster #Acoustasonic #electric guitar #6 string #guitar #guitarsrock #GuitarsRme2 #paulys collection #paulys guitar collection #guitaroftheday

[nerdishpursuits]

answer 21 and questions and tag 21 people you want to know better  

tagged by the lovely @dakkotajohnson 🙌

nickname - paulis / pauly or otter cub (beats me where this one derives from - must be my obsession with cleanliness ... and occasional rock collecting) 

zodiac sign - aquarius - ‘dem lunatics

height - 5′3

hogwarts house - ravenclaw

the last thing I googled - “the symbolism of the memorial tree in the region of Bucovina”… relatives up North have some fascinating traditions and I was eager to learn more

favorite musicians - depends on my mood really ... I LOVE soundtrack music and instrumental in general, jazz and blues and a healthy sprinkle of both old and new

song stuck in your head - “spotless mind” by sofia karlberg

following - 522

followers - 6,323

do you get asks - I hardly ever get asks, I’m not that interesting anyhow lol

amount of sleep - I’m lucky if I get 5 h a night, but I’m trying to do better (books tho ... I mean ... who needs sleep where there’s fanfic and books)

lucky number - 4

what are you wearing - dark yellow sports tee and comfy, black sweats + my favorite fuzzy socks

dream job - librarian, park ranger or working on a farm

dream trip - australia

instruments - guitar and the flute (though I haven’t played in such a long time)

languages - english, german, spanish, romanian (I understand, speak a little, and can read french, italian and portuguese)

favorite songs - also depends on my mood since there’s so many ... currently on the list: ‘’you go to my head’’ by ella fitzgerald, ‘‘flight of the silverbird’‘ by two steps from hell, ‘‘run’‘ by josh groban and sarah mclachlan, ‘‘the devil you know’‘ by blues saraceno, ‘‘spotless mind’‘ by sofia karlberg and ‘‘1000x’‘ by jarryd james

random fact - I have to pack for my upcoming trip to Italy (we’re leaving tomorrow morning) but I feel so tired, having just arrived from a road-trip just yesterday evening, that I just.can’t.move and can’t be bothered

aesthetic - dark, ancient forests dappled in sunshine; thunderous, cold, mountain rivers; the scent of wood, freshly cut grass, sap and bark; the sound of the rain and the warmth of the fireplace; wide, open night skies draped in starlight; fields of wildflowers, the whisper of a soothing breeze and birdsong; long walks down the beach and salt-kissed waves; the feel and scent of books, the gentle sound of turning pages; candles and fairy lights

Tagging: @i-like-heda, @anonbemetoo, @houseofheda, @jravenb, @wolfjillyjill and @ad11 (should you guys be in the mood)

#tagged #asks #questions #about this blogger trash

[beatlebrainiacs-blog]

Issue Number 33

Ringo enjoying a nice cuppa covered issue 33 of the Beatles Book. The issue came out in April of 1966.

Inside, readers were treated to this oh-so-glam shot of George, cigarette in hand, furry coat blowing in the breeze.

We begin, as always, with a look at the letter from editor Johnny Dean, the first section in each magazine.

Dean explained the Beatles were working on their next LP and that they had actually gotten a later start than they had planned. They began work in March 1966.

Dean told fans they were in for a treat with the “Beatles Talk” section of the magazine in this issue, because John and Paul talked about their song writing process.

Finally, Dean told readers to be on the look out for a new Beatles tour that summer, which was supposed to take them to Germany, Japan and back to America.

In the above shot we get a nice, relaxed look at Georgie and Johnny.

A new article called “Neil’s Column,” made an appearance in issue 33. The author was Beatles road manager (and future head of the band’s company Apple Corps), Neil Aspinall.

Aspinall gave readers a glimpse into the lives of the fab four during their time off.

According to Aspinall, the lads would get up around 11:00 a.m., or noon most days. He said Paul was obsessed with tape recording during those off hours. Aspinall explained that Paul would record bits of ambient sound and pieces of electronic music to experiment with in later song writing.

Just a nice, handsome close up of John, for your enjoyment!

According to Aspinall, Paul was the first of the lads to experiment with recording different tracks to combine them later. For example, Paul recorded himself singing, playing bass, playing guitar and playing drums to later add to Ringo’s song “What Goes On.”

The band was always listening to music in their off time, Aspinall wrote, saying they had a particular interest in the popular hits coming out of America.

A relaxed George with cheekbones on full display!

Aspinall told the world that John, George and Ringo would spend a lot of their downtime together, since they all lived very close to one another.

The road manager said Paul, in particular, liked going out at night, always having dinners planned; George loved to entertain, you would often find 10-12 people at his house just hanging out; and Ringo, oddly enough, spent a lot of free time adding to his collection of antique weaponry (...interesting!). Aspinall didn’t say what John enjoyed.

As per usual, issue 33 gave readers some excellent, cute shots of Paulie!

We know you’ve all been waiting for it, issue 33 had Part 4 of the look at the Liverpool Fan Club and the boss lady of the club, Ms. Freda Kelly.

Kelly starts off her section talking about how she got in a bit of trouble with the law for being one of a few hundred people who barricaded themselves inside the Cavern Club to keep it from being closed and torn down. 

They did not succeed, sadly and the club was closed in 1966. A bit of history on the Cavern Club, real quick here...the club opened in 1957. It closed in early 1966, but reopened at a new location just a few months later in July of 1966. That location closed in 1973. Eventually there was an effort to excavate part of the original club and reopen that. Fast forward today, there is a Cavern Club in operation in Liverpool and it is one of the city’s top tourist attractions each and every year.

Here’s another adorable shot of the Walrus!

Getting back to Freda Kelly, she described her day to fans. Kelly would get to the fan club office early in the morning and start her work by going through letters. Next, Kelly would work on writing individual responses, answering questions about each Beatle down to the most minute detail.

Kelly had a lot of help from assistants in her endeavors. She trusted one assistant, in particular, a 14-year-old lad by the name of John McCartney. Yes, John was related to the one and only Paul, although the article does not specify how. 

Alright! The McLennon fans out there will be particularly excited about this next section of the magazine...it’s “Beatles Talk” with John and Paul.

The famed twosome described their song writing process to fans. 

It would start on an individual level with Paul and John coming up with ideas on their own. John said it was incredibly important to get something down as soon as an idea came. So, they would write out lyrics and even start recording with bare bones instrumentals. (John was very quick to say Paul was much better at the recording process. Paul would make more sophisticated recordings with multiple tracks, a call back to the fact that he loved recording in his free time!). 

After they got their individual work together, John and Paul would schedule days and times to get together. They would listen to each other’s recordings and start to build the actual songs. After listening, they would grab their instruments and make magic!

The “Letters to Beatle People” section holds one of our favorite letters yet. 

The one we’ve chosen is a poem dedicated to “old” Beatles fans. Eileen D’Angelo of North Haledon in New Jersey (hey! The good, old USA!) write a cute poem encouraging older Beatle fans to express their love for the fab four loud and proud.

The twist, in our opinion, is that Ms. D’Angelo was but a child herself at 19-years-old! Ha! It’s hilarious to think that people in their late teens and early twenties considered themselves old, or that anyone would think they were too old to like the Beatles.

Here’s a great shot of Ringo, looking very suave, rings on full display.

We’ve hit the last article of issue 33, which is the ever popular “Behind the Spotlight.”

Editor Johnny Dean gave readers a look at the Beatles progress two years prior to this issue, back in April of 1964.

According to Dean the band was ecstatic as their singles and LPs hit the top of the British charts and climbed to the top of America’s Billboard Charts.

The Beatles had a top single at the time, followed by singles from the Rolling Stones, the Bachelors, Larry and the Pacemakers, Gene Pitney, Swinging Blue Jeans, Searchers, Dusty Springfield and the Hollies.

George, goofing around with a record and what appears to be a Grammy? Or just a mini gramophone? Oh, those silly lads!

The band was also deep into shooting their first film, “A Hard Day’s Night.” Although, John was anxious to getting back to touring Britain, playing one night gigs.

Here’s a shot of Paul on set of “A Hard Day’s Night” with his co star Willfrid Brambell, who played Paul’s grandfather in the film.

At this stage in the band’s career, they were being sought out by other big stars. Roy Orbison, for one, tracked Ringo down to get his autograph for a young, American fan.

Life was full of excitement and more was to come!

Issue 33 ended with a shot of George on the back cover.

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