#threethings

[musicarenagh]

A Dissection Of Elizabeth Shepherd's Album 'Three Things And ' Welcome to our chat with Elizabeth Shepherd, the awesome Canadian musician behind the cool album "Three Things." She put this album together during the pandemic while she was stuck in lockdown in Quebec. It's a mix of soul, jazz, and pop, with a bunch of creative twists. Shepherd didn't just stick to the usual instruments; she threw in some everyday sounds like typewriters and garbage cans. It gives the whole thing this spontaneous vibe that's really fun. The first song, "Time," kicks things off with its jazzy beats and catchy vocals. It sucks you right in with its energy. Then there's "Thank You" and the title track "Three Things," which are both super chill and catchy. Elizabeth Shepherd's got a bunch of nominations for JUNO awards, and she's known for telling great stories through her music. So, let's dig in and find out what inspires her, what she's been up to lately, and what she's got planned next. Listen to Three Things on https://open.spotify.com/album/6w8Kj0Ih1rLf1Sw1LBCzEA Follow Elizabeth Shepherd on Bandcamp Facebook Spotify Youtube Instagram https://elizabethshepherd.com/ What is your stage name Elizabeth Shepherd Is there a story behind your stage name? It’s the name I was given at birth. Where do you find inspiration? Everywhere - life, books, nature, silence, films, other music. I feel like a full, rich life makes for a richness of ideas and inspiration. So I’ve always opted to get out there and interact with the world rather than sequester myself and wait for the muse to strike. What was the role of music in the early years of your life? I grew up quite nomadic, moving cities every few years. So music was this one constant, something that remained consistent from place to place. It has forged my sense of identity and well-being from as far back as I can remember. Are you from a musical or artistic family? Yes - my mother (and her father) are both published authors; my father is a great musician (and would have pursued music had he felt allowed to do so); my older brother played piano and a brass instrument. We all sang - music was a vital part of our house - from my mom singing as my dad accompanied her on piano, to my dad explaining symphonies to us on family road trips (as we listened to the 8 cassette series …) Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? I never really wanted to be part of an industry; I wanted to create music. But as an artist, if you want to marry your art to making money, you need to become part of an industry. So I’d say it was more of a pragmatic decision rather than one rooted in a real desire to join an industry that I fundamentally have a lot of issues with. [caption id="attachment_54728" align="alignnone" width="2000"] I never really wanted to be part of an industry; I wanted to create music.[/caption] That aside, the moment I knew I wanted to make music professionally was when my older brother (with whom I’ve always been very close) was in a car accident that left him a quadriplegic. It rattled me (us all, really) to the core and I suddenly realized at age 25 that life is not guaranteed, and if there’s something you feel is in you to do with this life, the time is now. For me, that thing I felt was in me to do was to make music - to create it, play it, and put it out there into the world and share it any way possible. How did you learn to sing/write/to play? I studied piano at conservatories in Canada and France (wherever we lived), played in the brass band and sang in the choir at church (my parents were ministers in the Salvation Army church), then studied classical and jazz piano at McGill university in Montreal. As for learning to write, it’s something you learn to do just by doing it - much like practising an instrument, you practise writing by regularly flexing those muscles. What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? Operas, brass band concerts and shampooed as a kid, then Simon and Garfunkel when I was 14.

How could you describe your music? Singer-songwriter, soulful, electro-infused, jazz-adjacent, experimental pop music. Describe your creative process. I have two kids so my creative process involves writing whenever I can, in fits and spurts. There are always different ideas percolating and taking shape even in the time I’m not actively sitting down to write, so I really have learned since becoming a mother to trust that those ideas will take shape in their own time and I can summon them into being when I finally get the space and silence (and time!) to do so. What is your main inspiration? Life - every experience, observation, dream, thought… nothing is off the table. We are influenced by everything that crosses our path, and we then synthesize it all into some creative framework to see what emerges. We’re all constantly creating and improvising. What musician do you admire most and why? There are too many to list for different reasons, but Stevie Wonder is up there at the top for his incredible musicianship, the messages in his song, and his beautiful spirit. Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? Yes, naturally. We are always evolving as humans so it follows that our music also is evolving. My earlier songs were more confessional and navel-gazing / about my own complexes and personal anguishes (music as therapy). [caption id="attachment_54729" align="alignnone" width="2000"] My earlier songs were more confessional and navel-gazing / about my own complexes and personal anguishes (music as therapy).[/caption] Once I became a mom the music became more political and critical of the systems and establishments that define so much of our world as I asked myself what kind of world I want to leave behind for my children / what kinds systems I want my daughters to grow up in (music as critique). Then came a more joyful and free creative time, rooted in gratitude (music as spiritual expression). Now I’m feeling compelled to synthesize all these different musical styles I’ve had the good fortune to be part of. I want to create something big, bold, new, messy (as in, not clearly nested into one genre). Time for change again. Who do you see as your main competitor? There’s room enough for everyone. Competition is a very masculine idea that I don’t believe benefits anyone if it’s the sole motivating force. I prefer to get inspired by people rather than view them as competitors. What are your interests outside of music? Gardening (subsistence farming), hanging with my family, cycling, swimming, cooking. If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? Good question. Maybe an herbalist or massage therapist? What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music? Aging out of a system that heavily rewards youth and lacks older female role models. If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? I’d love to see some kind of proper union that would lobby for wages that match inflation (they’ve been the same more or was for the past 20 years), for a proper valuing of music as currency, for better royalties, for increased government investment in the arts (particularly edgy art that falls outside the mainstream so that the palette can be widened) - among other things - on musicians‘ behalf as we are notoriously terrible at doing so ourselves. We already have our hands full with studying, creating, booking, tour planning, grant writing, promotion, writing long interviews, etc. https://open.spotify.com/artist/0auXXCFOplEKtZDM1fJ01X Why did you choose this as the title of this project? It’s based on a biblical passage called “the love chapter” that really speaks to me: “These three things remain: faith, hope and love. But of the three, the greatest is love”. What are your plans for the coming months? Travel with my family, write new music, grow a garden, rest, cycle, swim, keep the household running. Do you have any artistic collaboration plans Yes. But that’s a secret.

What message would you like to give to your fans? Thank you for supporting the arts; please continue to do so and lobby for music education programmes

#Music #ElizabethShepherd #ElizabethShepherddropsThreeThings #ElizabethShepherdoutwithThreeThings #ElizabethShepherdreleasesThreeThings #ElizabethShepherdThreeThings #ElizabethShepherdwithThreeThings #ThreeThings #ThreeThingsbyElizabethShepherd #ThreeThingsElizabethShepherd #ThreeThingsfromElizabethShepherd

[abeautifulmindapeacefulsoul]

Wednesday, October 12, '22

I could live a life

with just a smile, my bike and

my wonderful wife.

-DMRoberts-

#threethings

[steveconte]

❤️ #threethings (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmVDc0-uISE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#threethings

[highlightersim]

#wallstreettrapper #threethings #wealthy

[xsiaco]

Three Things...

Hi! Today will be just random blog for fun, not a diary :D

There things that first come into your mind when you see these:

Three things that scare you > lose my family > lose my loved ones > lose my real friends

Three people who make me laugh > My family > My kasambahay (Ging and Lyn) > My LovePro Tea group chat peepz

Three things I love > Cooking > Baking > Photography

Three things I hate > Lier > Backstabber > judgemental people

Three thing I don't understand > Programming XD > Math (trigo XD) >

Three things on my desk > mobilephone > eyeglass > mouse

Three things I am doing right now > blog > attending my kids > researching

Three things I want to do before I die > Travel and spend time with my family > Travel and spend time with my mom, dad and sisters > spend time with my friends

Three things I can do > house chores (cooking, baking , cleaning, laundry) > have more patience than before > handcrafts

Three things I can't do > being advance skater :( > being a boss > fly? XD

Three things I think you should listen > Your gut feeling > Your family (parents, siblings, husband) > trusted friends

Three things you should never listen > backstabber > lier > double face

Three things I would like to learn > coding > skating > gaming

Three favorite food > Japanese food (sushi, ramen, ebi, etc.) > pasta > fries

Three things I watch as a kid > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle > X-Men > and lots of anime XD

what are the three things that comes into your mind when you see those phrase? tag me if you answer or reblog :D

#random #blog #threethings

[fyblackwomenart]

Galaxy of Villora by Darell Threeths

#afrofuturism #art #black art #afrocentric #darell threeths

[randoms-fandoms]

Anyone have any gotg writing requests? 👀 I’d love to do ships rn but I could also do x reader!

#I’m working on the amphibia one dw <3 but I like to have two or threethings to work on at the same time #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #writing requests open

[alivehouse]

sooooo obsessed w him.

#hell yeah king tell us five things you can see four things you can hear ad threethings you can touch or however that goes

[skreekies]

it's so good

it is So Good

#3teeth #love you three teeth (threeth if you will) #moine

[bubblyfanta]

it birgday

#TWENTY THREETH THIS YEAR FOLKS #🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 #another year of being the clown #in rare original post form!!

[graccgraccgraccle]

oned

#threeth

[shikaramelssay]

Is it bad that...

I just really wish that she was back on Broadway and he was back in some mediocre TV show working for Plec and Berlanti instead?

#FreeMelissa #ThreeThings is not off to an auspicious start #Producer Benoist I guess can go in the Win column #Melwood for that bully that keeps stalking my account so they can drag me over the tags I chosee #Plec rhymes with Blech #seriously what do these people have over her?

[amuseoffyre]

OKay. So. Thoughts. Please excuse meandering. It's 7am and my brain is not yet fully operational.

Point the oneth: S1 has set up precedents of wounds getting infected, causing delirium and resulting in amputation (whether by colleagues or self-inflicted) in episode 6. It has also set in place characters in fevered deliriums seeing flashes of people/places that upset them - Stede seeing Mary with the letter, his father laughing at him with the murdergoose and a hostile Alma in episode 4.

Point the twoth: Last we saw Izzy, he had his foot mutilated. This is not a man who would ask for help when injured, so I bet he doesn't do anything about the infection until it's too late because….

Point the threeth: By the time we see Stede's training montage with him, Izzy has a wooden leg. In the scene with him and Stede fighting on the beach, he has both feet.

Point the fourth: Bearded Stede is an idealised pirate: he's dressed like a showy pirate would be. He has leather trousers. He has a beard. He's masculine and holding his own in the fight on the beach.

Point the fiveth: Bearded Stede has Izzy's sword.

Point the sixth: We've seen that framing and expression before on Stede's face on only one single occasion.

So my theory, as loosely mentioned yesterday, is now elaborated upon.

I'm now absolutely convinced that the bearded Stede, the dashing romantic hero-looking bugger, is all Izzy's heightened fever dream while he's delirious and infected.

He's reliving the moment that turned his life upside down: the day he ran into the man who "bested him at swordplay" and who his boss found "fascinating". He's disarmed, his sword is in the hands of the man who turned his life upside down when he "done something to my boss's brain".

And ngl, I am giddy with excitement that if this is Izzy's fever-dream, he's the one butching Stede up. Like sir, contain your fever-addled ravings! Some might even call them thirsty. If his fever dream involves Stede slashing his shirt to ribbons I will punch the air in glee.

And then, he goes to train said fellow and feels the need to slap him on the arse during said training.

I AM DELIRIOUS :D

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 speculation #izzy hands

[babydin]

Love in the Middle of a Firefight - PART THREE

The pregnancy is easy, despite the circumstances. The pregnancy was the easy part, Joel was supportive, he helped out, he ran around like a Retriever whenever you asked him to and Ellie asked a million questions every single day. But when the baby arrives Joel doesn't know if he remembers how to love something so fragile. - Joel Miller x f!reader - 18+, minors DNI! - (3/?) - Joel is dad, Joel is Daddy, paternal postnatal depression, pregnancy sex, oral. Not necessarily in this chapter, but for sure in this series!! Trauma references. Domesticated af. Angsty in places! - 1200 words  - Comments/likes appreciated. Requests are open! A/N: Warning? for a cheeky finger bang and Joel being silly. Taglist 💜: @this--is--music @starkleila @finnsbubblegum @daddy-din

Joel assures you that nothing bad is going to happen. You’re starting to think Joel is full of shit.

PART ONE - PART TWO

You didn’t hear Joel come home. You were busy rearranging furniture in the spare bedroom that had once been a study and gradually in the 6 months of your pregnancy had become a nursery with the help of the people of Jackson. They came around with clothes, and toys outgrown, nothing like that ever got thrown away here; if it could be fixed, it was fixed, only if it was beyond repair did anything ever get tossed away but there was always someone who was good at fixing something.  You hadn’t seen your toes for a while, Ellie assured you they were still there. Your back was starting to hurt, Joel was pretty good at massages. As you shifted things around, you had on the soundtrack from Dirty Dancing. The movie seemed like a distant memory now, in light of everything it felt like it must’ve been a hundred years ago. Time moves differently in Jackson. You swayed to the beat of Eric Carmen singing about Hungry Eyes, hanging a mobile with plush moons and stars above the crib Joel had built, when suddenly the song changed. You heard Joel’s familiar humming over your shoulder and didn’t bother turning around, “Please don’t fuck with my music.” you ask him. “It’s your favorite.” He says, turning up the volume a little. He skipped ahead to Love Is Strange, your brain scrambles a little as he jumps the song forward then moves to hop up on the dresser. “What are you doing?” you ask, giggling softly. “Sylvia?” You don’t answer but Sylvia does ‘Yes, Mickey?’ Joel puts his hands on the edge of the dresser and leans forward a little way, “How do you call your lover boy?” he cups his good ear and waits for you to answer, you just blush and shake your head and let Sylvia take this one too ‘Come here, lover boy!’ Joel flicks his wrists a little in a ‘what gives?’ kind of way, he knows you’ll crack soon; “And if he doesn’t answer?” Your features drop and you smile through your bashful cheeks and play along with him, “Oh lover boy.” you sing-song to the music, your tone a little more sultry than that on the track. “And if he still doesn’t answer?” he beckoned you closer “I simply say… baby,” you let out a playful giggle as Joel plays the air guitar, “oh baby,” you move closer to him, he continues to strum the imaginary guitar to the beat between your words, “my sweet baby. You’re the one.” Joel slides down off the dresser, his hands immediately cradling your stomach at either side as you both sway a little to the music as it fades away. “You’re the sexiest thing I know,” Joel complimented, smiling down at you with that smile he reserved only for you. You scoff and put a hand on top of his. “I feel like a whale. My back hurts. He’s heavy.” “Oh she is, is she?” Joel teased and you swatted his arm. You had been arguing over the sex of your baby for the last two months, but the fact was neither of you cared so long as they were healthy and safe. “Do you wanna go sit down? Go on and sit down, I’ll bring you some water. Take a rest for a little while.” You put your hand on his chest and steal a kiss from his lips, thinking about how lucky you are to get to see this side of him. You cradle your stomach as you make your way across to the bedroom you shared with Joel, you kick off your slippers - although for some weeks now you haven’t been entirely sure of your own feet because you haven’t seen them, but Joel assures you they’re still there - then you meander over to the bed and perch on the edge of it. It’s an immediate relief to not have the weight of yourself bearing down on your ankles and your legs start to burn, you wonder how much longer you have to endure this but the thought of childbirth scares you. The thought of childbirth without a proper hospital scares you even more. Joel assures you that nothing bad is going to happen. You’re starting to think Joel is full of shit. He comes in, as promised, with a glass of water for you and you thank him quietly. Joel sets it down on the bedside table and sits the pillows up so he can sit up against them, his legs spread and his arms open and he makes a grunting sound that, since knowing him, you have learned means ‘come here’. You shuffle back on the bed and nestle between his legs, his arms fall around you like a rugged scarf as you back presses into his chest; one that smells of sawdust, leather and very faint undertones of gasoline. “What have you been doing today?” you ask him, curious about the gasoline smell more than anything. His hands dig into your hips in the most blissful way, his massaging motions making you close your eyes and sink into him, “I spent most of it helping the Goldbergs with their yard. Their lawn wanted mowing so I did that -” you smile, that explained the gasoline “ - then I built somethin’ to help Mrs. Goldberg get up an’ down better when she’s out tendin’ to her begonias.” “Oh begonias,” you chuckle, “that’s a pretty word to be comin’ out of your mouth Mr. Miller.” “B’gonias.” he repeated, his Southern drawl a little thicker. One of your legs lifts and bends slightly to rest on his,  parting your thighs a little as he continues to massage your thighs, moving under your rotund belly. “How have you been feeling today?” he asks, his hands move in a little to massage the joint from the inside, his fingers graze over your pubic bone and unintentionally tug at the muscles in your crotch and you start to feel a tingle that has you subconsciously parting your legs a little more. You wonder if he knows what he’s doing or if it’s accidental. “Pregnant.” you answer on a chuckle, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. Joel kissed your temple, his facial hair tickling just slightly, “The last bit will fly by… They’ll be here before we know it.” One of his hands moved between your thighs and brushed lightly over your sex through the fabric of the leggings and panties you were wearing but quickly wished you weren’t. He buried his face into your neck and kissed it slowly, his lips sucked and his tongue followed to soothe where he had marked. Between your legs, that hand followed a similar massaging pattern as it had shown to your hips, his free hand slipped under your shirt - which was actually Joel’s shirt because none of your own felt comfortable anymore - and his hand found your breast and he cupped it with a delicate touch. He had been so gentle with you since you had fallen pregnant, your body was changing, it was more sensitive than it had ever been and he followed your lead at all times. He listened when you said more, he listened when you told him no. You had never felt so safe.

 Hushed moans tumble from your parted lips as he warms up your body for more of him, arousal pools in your underwear and your legs spread even more for him. You push back into him as your thumbs hook into the waistband of your lower garments, you make a quick adjustment of your body and push your hips up using Joel as leverage, and push the clothes down as far as you are able then kick them off the rest of the way before resuming your original position. Joel’s hand is quick to return to your core, a hum vibrates against your ear from him when he feels how wet you are for him. Thick fingers slide between your folds with ease in languid forward and back strokes, each backstroke he catches your clit against the pad of his finger and it coaxes a moan out of you. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” he whispers in your ear. You know he doesn’t want dirty talk, he wants consent. He wants to know how far he can take it, because he’s been nothing but attentive to your needs throughout. “This.” you breathe out, “I just want you to play with me like this…” “Can I put my fingers inside you, kitten?” The fact he cares enough to ask turns you on even more. Joel’s protective side is lethal. You consider his question as all coherency slowly leaves your body as he continues his ministrations, then you shake your head softly. “Are y’okay with me touchin’ your breasts like this?” You nod your head gently, “Just don’t squeeze.” Joel kisses your jaw tenderly as a silent sign that his line of questioning is over. You hear his fingers moving over your slick labia and your whole body tingles as he knows just how to make you weak. His digits begin to move in circular motions, he’s hitting every nerve ending you have down there and it has your toes curling and your fingers gripping at his thighs. He kisses your neck again in the same way he did before and your head falls away from him like a ragdoll to give him the room to do so. This is the most relaxed you’ve felt in a while. His fingers move up to concentrate on your throbbing clit, pushing through your delicate folds to expose it from its hood with his index and ring finger spreading you apart, and then rubbing it with his middle finger. He started with slow circles, but he kept one eye on your body and his good ear on the sound of your breathing as it picked up the closer you came to your release. The pace he had set had you teetering on the edge, and it was excruciating, your hips pushed and rolled into his hand in a desperate attempt to get more from him and one of your hands reached back to grab at his hair, “Joel!” you cried out, “Joel please. Please, I need to cum! Please… Please…” he heard your first plea and he increased his pace, his two middle fingers rubbing quickly over the bundle of nerves slick with your arousal. Your moans came in short, sharp bursts on every breath. Suddenly you squeezed your eyes shut and the pressure valve was released and your orgasm finally came to you, coursing through your veins and making you see stars behind your eyelids, your muscles clench around the air, and you moan loudly and chant his name as you pull at his hair.

 He allows you the space to come down, and you wait until you’re sure it’s completely passed before you let him go and you melt in his arms, unable to move. Joel brings his fingers up to his lips and sucks them clean before wrapping both his arms around you and peppering kisses over the side of your face. “I hope your son doesn’t judge us too much for the things we do while he’s in utero.” You tease, trying to catch your breath. Joel shakes his head and presses his temple to yours, “I don’t think the brain is developed enough to form memories. And he won’t. Because I have no son. It’s a girl.”

#( love in the middle of a firefight: babydin ) #( joel miller: babydin ) #joel miller x reader #joel miller x pregnant reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x you

[word-for-today]

Word for today: twoth

(Pronounced the same as "tooth") that which comes directly after the first; obsolete/dialectical version of second. The equivalent term "oneth" is usually a joking non-standard usage except in certain applications in mathematics and "threeth" is only used as a joke, but for some reason "twoth" is definitely a thing.

#adjectives #god our language is goofy

[transgenderer]

If we said oneth twoth threeth there would be so many twoth/tooth puns