#rufus taylor

[rushingheadlong]

Roger and Adam backstage with Rufus Taylor and The Darkness

📸 by Mark Surridge (via Justin Hawkins)

#roger taylor #roger meddows taylor #rufus taylor #adam lambert #the darkness #(p sure Sarina was at this show too! just not in this photo I guess) #roger #adam

[alanangels]

He looks so MUCH like Taylor!!!

#taylor hawkins tribute concert #rufus taylor #dave grohl #part of me thought dave was picturing taylor there

[natromanxoff]

(x)

Further along the dock was author Leslie Thomas with his wife Diane, no doubt contemplating future plot of his own.

Strolling along the boardwalk came an unusually domestic-looking Roger Taylor, drummer from Queen, with his girlfriend Debbie Leng and five-month-old son Rufus Tiger. "We've just bought our boat Adamus up from Cornwall," he told me.

Later, I spotted the happy trio buying a replica of their police-launch-like cruiser in an antique shop. "One for the bath, perhaps!" he jested.

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #roger meddows taylor #debbie leng #rufus taylor #queen scans #magazine’s title is unknown

[celestialmazer]

"Losing Taylor was a jolt to the cosmos." - Stewart Copeland

Everyone did so well in creating an epic, emotional tribute to an incredible musician & man who affected the lives of so many - and whose legacy will live on in countless ways.

6 hrs long, 50 songs, laughs and tears as we streamed the show (beside the tv a now empty Coors Light can performing as a short of Relic, a can that got thrown into the crowd & that we caught at the end of the last show we saw them at 🍻)

Highlights almost feels a weird way to phrase it but was happy to go along for the ride and especially enjoy the unexpected of: Kesha the babe ⭐, Chevy Metal owning the joint, Justin Hawkins' costumes & vibe, glad I've now heard of Josh Freese!, Wolfgang Van Halen shredding even though he doesn't mainly consider himself a guitarist lol, Violet Grohl's incredible singing (performing Jeff Buckley no less), swaggering out some AC/DC (and realising Brian Johnson and Justin Hawkins remind me of Frank Reynolds from IASIP and Klaus from Umbrella Academy 😂, also "if Brian tells you to do something, you fucking do it!" twitter.com/JustinHawkins/status/1566790445220372482?s=20&t=Ls4AkB34klZNMuVkhEbNYA ), Stewart Copeland being a big ham but showing up all presentable and hitting it like this was 40 years ago, Nandi being an absolute legend, Queen handling their second epic tribute at Wembley 30 years after Freddie, and of course Shane Hawkins embodying the most tangible spirit of Taylor in what must have been a very difficult and badass performance.

😭🤘🥁 🦅

www.taylorhawkinstributeconcert.com

Setlist:

Liam Gallagher with Foo Fighters – Rock ‘N’ Roll Star

Liam Gallagher with Foo Fighters – Live Forever

Josh Homme, Chris Chaney, Omar Hakim, and Nile Rodgers – Let’s Dance (David Bowie)

Gaz Coombes, Chris Chaney, Omar Hakim, and Nile Rodgers – Modern Love (David Bowie)

Chevy Metal and The Coattail Riders – Psycho Killer (Talking Heads)

Kesha, Chevy Metal, and The Coattail Riders – Children of the Revolution” (T-Rex)

The Coattail Riders with Justin Hawkins – Louise

The Coattail Riders with Justin Hawkins – Range Rover Bitch

The Coattail Riders with Justin Hawkins – It’s Over

Dave Grohl, Wolfgang Van Halen, Justin Hawkins, and Josh Freese – On Fire (Van Halen)

Dave Grohl, Wolfgang Van Halen, Justin Hawkins, and Josh Freese – Hot for Teacher (Van Halen)

Violet Grohl, Greg Kurstin, Alain Johannes, Chris Chaney, Jason Falkner, and Dave Grohl – Last Goodbye (Jeff Buckley)

Violet Grohl, Greg Kurstin, Alain Johannes, Chris Chaney, Jason Falkner, and Dave Grohl – Grace (Jeff Buckley)

Supergrass – Going Out

Supergrass – Alright

Supergrass – Caught by the Fuzz

Them Crooked Vultures – Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (Elton John)

Them Crooked Vultures – Gunman

Them Crooked Vultures – Long Slow Goodbye (Queens of the Stone Age)

Pretenders with Dave Grohl – Precious

Pretenders with Dave Grohl – Tattooed Love Boys

Pretenders with Dave Grohl – Brass in Pocket

James Gang – Walk Away

James Gang – The Bomber: Closet Queen / Bolero / Cast Your Fate to the Wind

James Gang with Dave Grohl – Funk #49

Violet Grohl, Mark Ronson, Chris Chaney, and Jason Falkner – Valerie (Amy Winehouse)

Brian Johnson, Lars Ulrich, and Foo Fighters – Back in Black (AC/DC)

Brian Johnson, Lars Ulrich, and Foo Fighters – Let There Be Rock (AC/DC)

Stewart Copeland with Foo Fighters – Next to You (The Police)

Stewart Copeland, Gaz Coombes, and Foo Fighters – Every Little Thing She Does is Magic (The Police)

Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Dave Grohl – 2112 Part I: Overture (RUSH)

Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Dave Grohl – Working Man (RUSH)

Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Omar Hakim – YYZ (RUSH)

Brian May, Roger Taylor, Foo Fighters, Rufus Taylor, and Luke Spiller – We Will Rock You (Queen)

Brian May, Roger Taylor, Foo Fighters, and Rufus Taylor – I’m in Love With My Car (Queen)

Brian May, Roger Taylor, Foo Fighters, Justin Hawkins, and Rufus Taylor – I’m in Love With My Car (Queen)

Brian May, Roger Taylor, Foo Fighters, Sam Ryder, and Rufus Taylor – Somebody to Love (Queen)

Brian May – Love of My Life (Queen)

Foo Fighters with Josh Freese – Times Like These

Foo Fighters with Josh Freese – All My Life

Foo Fighters with Travis Barker – The Pretender

Foo Fighters with Travis Barker – Monkey Wrench

Foo Fighters with Nandi Bushell – Learn to Fly

Foo Fighters with Rufus Taylor – These Days

Foo Fighters with Rufus Taylor – Best of You

Paul McCartney, Chrissie Hynde, Foo Fighters, and Omar Hakim – Oh! Darling (The Beatles)

Paul McCartney, Foo Fighters, and Omar Hakim – Helter Skelter (The Beatles)

Foo Fighters with Omar Hakim – Aurora

Foo Fighters with Shane Hawkins – My Hero

Dave Grohl – Everlong

A run through of the show:consequence.net/2022/09/taylor-hawkins-foo-fighters-tribute-concert-memorable-moments/5/

#taylor hawkins #taylor hawkins tribute concert #foo fighters #stewart copeland #nandi bushell #dave grohl #pat smear #chris shiflett #nate mendel #rami jaffee #chevy metal #justin hawkins #brian johnson #queen #jeff buckley #violet grohl #brian may #Roger Taylor #Rufus Taylor #Omar hakim #my edit #video #josh freese

[bluesfortheredj]

Midnight snack.

A/N: Smut ahead.

Your eyes wander from the television screen to the small furry face looking up at you from the dog bed, and you roll your eyes with a tut.

“Well I don’t know where he is!” you sigh, “it’s no good looking at me for answers. Have a nap and hopefully he’ll be back by the time you wake up.”

You’re met with a look of disdain that you didn’t think possible from a dog, and he shuffles around in a circle before flopping down with an audible huff before closing his eyes to get a break from your nonsense.

“Fine, be like that… but don’t forget who gave you extra chicken from their own dinner earlier,” you turn back to the telly and cover your face with your hands with a laugh, “why am I talking to the dog like he understands me?!”

This had been your routine for the last few weeks now while Rufus was away touring; get up, walk the dog, go to work, come home, walk the dog again, dinner, then talking to yourself for a couple of hours before heading to bed alone and getting a rushed text or call from your other half before you fell asleep.

He was finally coming home tonight though, and you were trying your best to stay up for the big return but the way your eyelids were fluttering shut after a busy week at work was not a good sign at all. You couldn’t lie, it wasn’t the easiest life to live being with someone whose work schedule was as erratic as his was, but those sweet moments when you were reunited made the months of being apart absolutely worth it. It was just the time in between, when you had the typical looks of pity from friends and family when you turned up at a gathering alone again, that the loneliness managed to creep in.

“Argh!” you yelp, almost falling off the edge of the sofa after drifting off during the film you’d put on, “oh shit.”

Your heart is racing as you sit up and fumble around for your phone to check the time, and when you see it’s past one in the morning you decide to finally give up and head to bed instead of attempting to force yourself to stay awake. The curled up bundle of fur on the plush cushion by the side of the TV cabinet signifies you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stay up for the long awaited return either, and you tiptoe past him to the bedroom, gently turning off the light as you go.

“Night little one,” you whisper.

It doesn’t take you long to give your teeth a quick brush then throw on an old t-shirt, and you’re within the cosy confines of the bed within a matter of minutes, snuggling under the duvet with a satisfied sigh after switching the bedside lamp off. Within a few minutes you’ve returned to the deep sleep you’d fallen in to on the sofa, and it’s another two hours before you’re awoken by an arm snaking around your waist and a pair of lips tenderly pressing against your cheek.

“Hmm?” you mumble as you try and figure out if you’re dreaming or not.

“It’s me,” Rufus whispers through the dark.

“The man of my dreams?”

“Yep.”

“Jason Momoa?!” you gasp.

You look to the side and can just about make out Ru’s unimpressed expression in the moonlight that seeps through the partially shut blinds and he tuts, “hilarious,” he states flatly, “I’m so sorry to disappoint but it’s the second choice… y’know, the one with blonde hair who plays the drums?”

“Oh right, R-”

“Don’t even think about saying Roger,” he warns.

You laugh aloud before rolling onto your back so you can see him properly, then you place your hands on his cheeks and take in the sight of his handsome face properly, “I wouldn’t dream of it,” you smile softly.

He leans over to your side of the bed and clicks the lamp on then you both stare in wonder at one another for a while, the soppy grins on your faces making you both giggle like giddy teenagers. You needed this time to take in each other’s appearance in person after such a long time apart; you’d seen each other through screens of course, but nothing could come close to the sheer joy of being together again in person, and it was your moment to notice all the subtle little changes in the other.

“You look tired,” you sigh gently, sweeping your thumbs beneath the dark shadows of his eyes.

“I’m fucking shattered,” he laughs, “but I’m finally home and I couldn’t be happier.”

You bring his face down to yours until your lips meet in a long awaited kiss then he moves over so that his body is hovering above yours, and your arms wrap around his torso, needing to feel the familiar comfort of his body weight that you’d missed so dearly over the last few weeks. Hands wander, the covers are displaced as your bodies wriggle around underneath them to switch positions every now and again, and short pants are the only noise when your lips reluctantly part for breath.

“Don’t you want to sleep?” you question as he lifts the hem of your top and pulls it up over your head.

He shakes his head from side to side, “nah, not yet… do you?”

His lips trail open mouthed kisses from your neck to your chest and you melt beneath his touch, “nope, not now I don’t.”

His tongue laps at your skin to remember the taste of home which consisted mainly of a sweet cocoa thanks to your body lotion, and he works his way further down your body until you’re able to slip your hand underneath his chin and lift his head to look at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his face now full of concern at you interrupting him.

“More than okay,” you reassure, “I think you should make your way back up here though.”

He moves back up your body leaving quick pecks as he does, then you carefully guide him onto his back and watch as his golden hair falls onto the pillow to reveal his beautiful face in all its glory. You give him a heartfelt kiss before mirroring the actions he took with you until you reach his boxers, and with one swift movement you hook him out of the underwear and place your lips on the tip of his hardening length.

“Oh, woah woah,” he groans, his entire body on fire thanks to the lack of intimate touch from you recently.

He briefly lifts his head to look down as your mouth moves lower, but he soon falls back onto the pillow with a loud moan of your name as you begin to bob your head up and down along his shaft, hollowing out your cheeks with each enthusiastic suck. It didn’t matter that it was almost four in the morning, he deserved the attention after such a long time away, and you were definitely more awake now thanks to him.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he exhales with stuttered breaths.

You hum in agreement with him and it jolts his overly sensitive body, bucking his hips into you and causing you to gag a little. He looks down apologetically but you simply give him a wink to let him know you were okay, and when you hear his pants increase in frequency you know he’s already close to letting go. You couldn’t blame him, you were feeling as though you could quite easily orgasm even though there was nothing directly stimulating you, and when he eventually spills across your tongue you find yourself moaning along with him at the sensation of it all.

“How are you feeling?” you sigh as you crawl back up to the pillow and flop down on it.

He stares at the ceiling in an elated stupor for a moment before smiling to himself and blowing a puff of air from his lips, “better than ever.”

You settle back into covers as you had done before he got here while he briefly leaves to clean up, but when he returns he’s quick to press his body against your back and wrap his arms around your frame, and you let out a contented sigh as you place your hand on his.

“So did you miss me?” he enquires softly, squeezing you to him.

“Not as much as that little furry fella out there, and I guarantee that you missed him more than you missed me,” you chuckle.

There’s a momentary pause as Rufus stares at the back of your head with a frown then he shakes his head, “he’s cute, but not as cute as you are.”

You wriggle around in his embrace until you’re facing him, “you’re only saying that because of what just happened,” you tease.

His lips turn up into that roguish smile that makes your heart race, “what just happened is simply a bonus to loving you,” he runs his fingers through your hair tenderly, “wow, it really is good to be home.”

Request: Maybe one where Rufus comes Home late from tour and reader is sleeping In bed but wakes up when cuddle her + more

#rufus taylor #rufus taylor fanfic #rufus taylor imagine #rufus taylor x reader #rufus taylor x you

[astrophysicist-guitar-god]

#oh my HEART #Roger Taylor #Taylor Hawkins #Rufus Taylor #Shane Hawkins #mentoring the next generation #Queen #Foo Fighters #I love

[guitarbomb]

Welcome to The Darkness - Could it be Spinal Tap 2?

Welcome to The Darkness is a new documentary film that tells the story of the British rock band. It could well be Spinal Tap Part 2 and it is sure to be an unmissable watch for any of their fans. Welcome to The Darkness: A Rock Documentary for 2023 In 2003, The Darkness, the British rock sensation, stormed the music scene with their chart-topping hit ‘I Believe In A Thing Called Love’ and the…

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#20th anniversary #band #Blu-ray #CD #Dan Hawkins #Documentary #DVD #Film #Frankie Poullain #I Believe In A Thing Called Love #Justin Hawkins #Permission to Land #rockumentary #Rufus Taylor #Simon Emmett #Simon Emmett Films #Spinal Tap #The Darkness #UK #video #Welcome to The Darkness #YouTube

[dewymgee]

One way ticket to hell and back is the Darkness's best album, honestly the jokes, the tunes, it slaps so hard and has me headbanging to songs about male-pattern baldness, masterpiece

#the darkness #justin hawkins #danhawkins #rufus taylor #frankiepoulain #onewayticket #music #album

[fuckyeah-thedarkness]

#The Darkness #Rufus Taylor #Justin Hawkins

[bronilemedia]

Taylor Hawkins Tribute Concert -playlists on Apple Music

Two huge playlists for my favorite drummer of all time Taylor Hawkins. Playlists are collections of setlists at two massive Tribute Concerts for him in London UK September 3rd 2022 & in LA US September 27th 2022.

#taylor hawkins #taylor hawkins tribute concert #foofighters #queen #roger taylor #brian may #rufus taylor #justin hawkins #chevy metal #chad smith #alanis morrisette #wolfgang van halen #pink #miley cyrus #def leppard #rush #soundgarden #alain johannes #mark ronson #josh homme #shane hawkins #travis barker #joe theodore #brad wilk #stewart copeland #chris chaney #james gang #joe walsh #apple music

[drspacepoodle]

#brian may #kerry ellis #rufus taylor #neil murray #jim beach

[alanangels]

Oh😢😢😢 @love-and-trust2

#taylor hawkins #shane hawkins #rufus taylor #roger taylor #queen #foo fighters #taylor hawkins and the coattail riders

[natromanxoff]

Another addition to 'Roger sharing his clothes with his family'.

Debbie's photo is from my blog, the first photo of Rufus is from @/myfairymeddows on Instagram.

I was initially thinking if there were two different jackets in different colours on that other post of mine but I have realised that it is actually two sides of the jacket which are in different colours.

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #roger meddows taylor #debbie leng #rufus taylor

[its-a-rat-trap]

Bob Geldof and Debbie Leng, with Pixie Geldof and Rufus Tiger Taylor, at the UK premiere of The Two Towers

#bob geldof #debbie leng #deborah leng #pixie geldof #rufus taylor #rufus tiger taylor #bob

[bluesfortheredj]

A helping hand.

A/N: You can tell when this was meant to come out... anyway, sorry again for the delay but I'm finally settled in the house now and will be getting the last requests out when I can :)

Christmas.

The most wonderful time of the year.

Supposedly, anyway.

Yours seemed more stressful than usual this year though; between worrying about money, what presents to get people on your tighter budget, and how you were going to organise Christmas this year between the two families you had very little to smile about. The festive cheer had certainly evaded you so far and it was already the beginning of December.

“Right, Jane’s said she’s not doing presents this year which should give us some wiggle room for others,” you sigh, having just received the fortuitous text message.

You look down to the notebook which had a list of names and the gift ideas next to them, then cross her name out with a relieved huff and look over to where Rufus sits tapping away on his phone enthusiastically. A grin spreads across his tired looking face and he suddenly meets your gaze with wide, excited eyes.

“I know this is super last minute but look at this!”

He jumps from the armchair to the seat next to you on the sofa with a bounce and thrusts his phone under your nose for you to see the email that had got him so riled up, then you make out the main words that make your heart sink a little; fly out to France for two nights, back on Christmas eve.

“Oh… Wow… It’s, uh… a great opportunity.”

“So it’ll be a week in total what with rehearsals in London…” he grins, “but this is amazing!”

“A week?” you repeat, having missed that part of the email completely, “but we’ve got so much to do before the big day…”

“It’ll be fine,” he says with a wave of his hand, “don’t worry! I’ll do what I can before all this, and I promise you’ll have the bare minimum to do after.”

You give him a nod and a smile but you knew Rufus too well by now, and he wasn’t exactly the most organised of humans, in fact he was quite simply the complete opposite and regularly left most things until the last second. His attention turns back to the device in his hands as he excitedly types his reply back to this thrilling event he’d been invited to, and you can’t help but feel a heavy sensation in your stomach at the thought of the next couple of weeks.

It was edging ever closer to the big day when Rufus finally appears from the stairwell just as you place your plate in the sink and grab the reusable bags from the side, “you ready?”

He briefly looks up from his phone with a questioning brow, “for what?”

“Christmas shopping, silly! You said we’d get it done today while you’re still here.”

“Shit, of course, yeah, I’ve just gotta meet Danny in town and then I’m all yours, I promise.”

“But…”

He gives your cheek a fleeting kiss then shrugs his jacket on, “I’ll meet you at the shops, I’ll phone you when I’m done!”

With that, he disappears out of the front door, leaving you with the bags gripped firmly in your grasp, your fingers tightening with anger as you stare at the door he’d only just exited seconds before. You knew this was going to happen and yet you couldn’t help feeling disappointed that it had.

“Hmph,” you huff, grabbing your handbag and deciding to do this by yourself instead.

Your mind is a jumble of emotions as you walk around the shops picking up bits for everyone; on one hand you knew that Rufus couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this, yet on the other you wished he didn’t let it totally consume him, especially now with it being so close to Christmas and you needing help with the preparations for it. You eye yet another bath set for your mum and place it down in the trolley in front of you with a sad sigh before making your way to the checkout and checking your phone for a call you knew wouldn’t be coming.

It’s late when you finally get home and you can see the lights on inside indicating that someone was already there, so you trudge up the path with your hands full of heavy bags and give the door a couple of taps with your foot.

“Babe!” he grins when he opens up to find you standing there, “let me take some of those.”

He grabs a couple from each hand and you follow him inside, pushing the front door shut with your elbow as you watch his familiar blonde ponytail disappear into the lounge.

“Busy day then, huh?” you say quietly, trying to keep your anger from bubbling over.

He pouts as he lowers the bags carefully to the floor, leaning them up against the sofa, “I’m so sorry, everything took longer than expected and then we got something to eat and I knew you’d be done by the time we got out of there so I just-”

You can’t help but scoff at his answer; you were already enraged and his bumbling excuse about going for dinner rather than helping you tipped you over the edge, “I can’t do this,” you shrug, dropping the bags with a thud and turn to walk away.

“Can’t do what? Where are you going?!” he worries.

“You said you were going to call and meet me in town to help with all this,” you reply, spinning around and gesturing to the bags scattered across the floor, “you said that before you had to fly off you’d make sure you could help me so that I had the minimum amount left before Christmas.”

“I know, and I’m sorry! What about tomorrow?”

“No,” you reply sternly, “no. I have a job too you know, and it’s our busiest time of the year as well, but no, don’t worry about me, I’ll just sort the presents, the food, the budget that’s required a hell of a lot of adjusting this year…”

“That’s why I’m doing this! I know we need the money, so that’s yet another reason why I agreed to it!” he reaches out for you but you step backwards and shake your head.

“I appreciate that, I really do, but I also just really needed your help today. It wasn’t like you were being paid to go eat after the meeting was it? Ru, I’m exhausted, and I’ve got work in the morning, and I’m going to have to do everything else without you when you jet off again, so I genuinely really did need you today.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs morosely.

You sniff a little before pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, “so am I,” you whisper, once more turning towards the door and heading out to your car.

“Where are you going?” he asks, attempting to grab onto the vehicle door as you shut it.

“My parent’s place.”

“What?! Why?!”

“I need to cool off.”

You hastily put the car into reverse and make your exit as quickly as you possibly can without seeing the hurt in the eyes of the man you love. As soon as you get onto the main road you regret it but you have to stand your ground and reluctantly continue the short journey to your parent’s house in a stony silence, not even the radio uttering a note. Once you turn into your parent’s road you park up and sit in the quiet that had accompanied you on the entire journey as your mind whirs with regret and sadness.

“Fuuuck,” you whisper as your forehead connects with the steering wheel.

The engine is still running as you roll your head from side to side slowly until eventually you make the decision to turn straight back around and head home. The last thing you wanted was for Rufus to leave while you were in the middle of a disagreement so you knew you had to make things right even though you did want to stand your ground about the matter.

You open the front door slowly and carefully once you get back, not wanting to make your appearance known straight away, but Rufus soon comes bounding down the stairs as soon as you shut the door behind you and his lips land on yours in a desperate kiss.

“I didn’t think you were going to come back,” he whispers breathlessly between kisses, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

He cups your jaw delicately yet firmly as he presses his lips on and around your mouth while your fingers weave into his blonde hair with ease, “I’m sorry,” you manage to mumble when his lips move.

He pulls away with a slight frown, “I’m sorry,” he sighs, “I didn’t mean to be such a selfish asshole, I wasn’t thinking, I-” you cut him off with another kiss.

“It’s okay, do you wanna apologise here, or upstairs?”

There’s a moment where he processes what you’re saying, then his eyebrows lift as his lips turn up into a smile, “upstairs.”

Request: Could you please make one with Rufus where they have a Big fight, reader leaves and come back later and they reunite + more

#rufus taylor fanfic #rufus taylor imagine #rufus taylor #rufus taylor x reader #rufus taylor x you

[azara2022]

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