Sarah Davachi - Dominions (Jaz Records, 2016)

its so funny when people act like the limewire era was the first time people pirated music, and that 99 cents a song was agreed to by everyone in the world. i guarantee you beyond a shadow of a doubt your parents at the very least KNEW somebody who recorded songs from the radio on to a cassette tape. this was considered the most normal thing in the world to do: you like the song, you record the song, you listen to it again later.

she’s actually the cutest person on earth..

Customer: IM A LICENSED BARBER AND COSMETOLOGIST. JUST MEANING JAZMIN CUTS.. DMV: CUT IS A WORD MEANING TO HAVE SEX Verdict: DENIED

so is this an unreleased joker out song? credits appear to be for miha guštin but i couldn't find any reference to him anywhere else

Blinded by greed, thy kingdom come.

Juju - A Message From Mozambique

The first ever reissue of Juju’s powerful 1973 album for Strata-East, ‘A Message From Mozambique’. The roots of Juju started in San Francisco after Plunky had met his musical mentor, Zulu musician Ndikho Xaba, helping to form his band Ndikho and The Natives. Three members of The Natives (Plunky, bassist Ken Shabala and vibes / flute player Lon Moshe) then joined Marvin X’s theatrical production The Resurrection Of The Dead, joining local musicians Al-Hammel Rasul (keyboards), Babatunde Lea (percussion) and Jalango Ngoma (timbales). When the production ended, the six musicians formed Juju. “We had high-energy rehearsals that lasted for hours and, as a band, we became powerful and began gigging around the Bay Area,” remembers Plunky. Although oriented towards Black Nationalism, the band fed off the Bay Area’s culturally diverse communities as Plunky shaped an inclusive worldview based on collective political, social and artistic activities. During this time, the Soledad Brothers case and Angela Davis were prominent and the band supported Professor Davis and the cause. Juju’s music matched the fire of their activism. “As a band, we blew, pounded and stroked our instruments like there was no tomorrow, like our life’s work was wrapped up in each session. We approached our performances like religious rites and the music mesmerised, informed and awakened people.” The band’s first album, A Message From Mozambique, was intentionally political. While the anti-war movement focused on Vietnam, Juju looked towards wars being waged in South Africa, Angola and Mozambique over issues of white supremacy and control of natural resources. A second album, ‘Chapter Two: Nia’ would follow before the birth of Oneness Of Juju during the mid-‘70s. This definitive reissue is fully remastered by The Carvery from the original tapes and features original artwork and a new interview with Juju bandleader James “Plunky” Branch.

PLUNKY NKABINDE: Soprano Saxophone, Tenor Saxophone, Vocals KEN SHABALA: Bass, Double Bass, Flute, Vocals LON MOSHE: Flute, Piccolo Flute, Vibraphone, Vocals AL-HAMMEL RASUL: Piano, Shekere, Vocals BABATUNDE LEA: Congas, Drums, Percussion, Vocals JALANGO NGOMA: Timbales Liner notes by James “Plunky” Branch Originally released on LP by Strata-East in 1973 (SES 19735)

Killing Joke announces a very special UK show at the Royal Albert Hall on March 12th 2023

Killing Joke announces a very special UK show at the Royal Albert Hall on March 12th 2023

Killing Joke is proud to announce ‘Killing Joke – Follow The Leaders’, a very special UK show at the Royal Albert Hall on March 12th 2023. Killing Joke will be performing their first two albums in their entirety; 1980’s self-titled debut album followed by their second album “What’s This For…!” “We are living in the most dangerous period in human history in which extinction from nuclear war…

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Co w jazzie piszczy [sezon 1 odcinek 28]

premierowa emisja 22 listopada 2023 – 18:00 Graliśmy: Sanne Rambags, Vincent Courtois, Julian Sartorius   “Between the Bliss” z albumu  “Twigs” – BMC Records   Hugues Mayot  L’Arbre Rouge  “Apparation” z albumu “Invocations” – BMC Records   Leila Martial – Valentin Ceccaldi  “Mon frere” z albumu “Le Jardin des délices”  – BMC Records   Oliver Lake, Matthias Landeus, Kresten Osgood” “Is It…

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Gratitude Riddim Launch ft. Samory I, Ras-I, Kumar Fyah, Jaz Elise, Mortimer, & Naomi Cowan

Gratitude Riddim Launch ft. Samory I, Ras-I, Kumar Fyah, Jaz Elise, Mortimer, & Naomi Cowan

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Patrons at all levels ($1+) have access to a new video today of a model walking in digitigrade legs! 😍

I have two more vidoes that I will be sharing from this shoot.

Modeling for this video was done by Jaz with recording by Phil. I really appreciate their help with this footage! 🥰 You can check them out on Facebook as ThireAndFaol 

Hi Jaz!! I was wonder if you could write something where the reader and triplets and nate had been friends maybe they have another friend as well that's a girl and the three become super close when the triplets move and they go some time without speaking? And then the reader reunites with the triplets and realises that she was angry at them for no real reason and they become close again? Idk if that makes sense but, you can really write whatever! I love your writing!!

I've Really Missed You Sturniolo Triplets x Reader One Shot

Summary: Just a story about the seasons of friendship.

Words: 1206 words

The six of you had always been friends since you met on the play mat at daycare. Since the triplets left for LA you, Nate, and Lexi had become inseparable.

You had never pictured yourself leaving the east coast. When the triplets spoke about their dream of moving to LA and Nate spoke of playing sport at some Ivy League school interstate, you pictured yourself staying right here in Boston. When you started looking at colleges, your parents took you to visit their alma mater’s but, those schools never appealed to you. You wanted to stay close to your parents, you wanted to be there to see your little brothers grow up and you wanted to enjoy time with your grandparents before age took it’s toll.

Turns out, after applying to almost every half-decent school in the country, Nate and Lexi decided to stay home in Boston too. You had promised each other on a late-night drive back home from a weekend in New Hampshire that, no matter what, you’d always stay together.

In middle school, you never thought that it’d be just the three of you after graduation. The thought of not having the triplets around seemed unimaginable when you were 12 years old but, time proved you wrong in the end.

When they first left, it felt a lot like a breakup. You, Nate, and Lexi drove around to all the places you’d hang out like lost puppies looking for a home. You realized that you would never be completely at home again because three pieces of your heart would always be somewhere else. 

When you started college, you found yourself leaving them out of the stories you told of growing up. It hurt too much to talk about them in past tense. 

In that first year of college, you and Lexi shared a dorm. It was like one long sleepover that your parents would have never allowed. You stayed up every night talking about cute boys in your classes and cute outfits that girls wore that you swore you could never pull off. Nate’s roommate drove him up the walls and he ended up spending most nights sleeping on the floor between you both.

It felt strangely like betrayal making new memories and new friends without the triplets. Like getting a new puppy after your childhood dog passed away.

On the weekends, you three would pack up the car and drive to the beach or the mountains. You started taking your friends from interstate to all of the places you went when you were young. You showed them your high school, your childhood homes and the parking lot you’d sneak out to when you were teenagers.

You took them to the Taco Bell where you had your first job and the ice rink where Nate used to play ice hockey. You snuck them into the theatre where you had your 10th birthday party and took them to your parent's old shack at the Cod. In one year, you had replaced old memories with new ones. Like recording over an old mixtape that an ex-flame left in your car.

As Christmas came around and you packed up your things to go home, Nate mentioned that the triplets had come back to Boston. As you made the short drive from campus back to your old neighborhood, you contemplated if you’d ever go to see them. You hadn’t spoken for months and you didn’t know if things were better left alone.

Sometimes you argued with them in your head and made them feel guilty for leaving you behind. Other times you pictured that you all moved to LA and then blamed them for you missing home. You couldn’t think a single scenario where they got to do what they had always dreamed of and you were ok with it. Maybe that meant that everything happened in the exact way that it should have.

As hard as it was to reconcile, maybe you loved and missed them in equal measure. Maybe it wasn’t the distance or lack of communication pulling you apart that really mattered but, it was the love that would inevitably bring you back together.

As Nate pulled into your driveway before you jumped out to get your things, you asked, “Do y’all want to stay the night?” Nate promised he’d go home and Lexi wanted to see her Dad before he left.

As you truged through the snow up to your front door, Nate made sure you were safe inside before he drove away.

The next morning, you got up early and headed out for a run. That was the only way you knew how to clear your head. It was only a 20-minute jog around the lake once you got to the park and as your music began to blare in your headphones, you escaped into your own little world.

You remembered MaryLou bringing you down to the lake when you were younger so you could feed the ducks. One time, Matt fell in and when she turned back around all she saw was his little hand sticking out of the water.

Two years after that Chris was learning to ride a bike. He was racing down the hill one afternoon and crashed into a pine tree. He had grazes on the side his face for weeks but, he thought it made him look tough.

You and Nick would always trail behind the group, lost in your own little world. You’d dream of fairies dancing in flowerbeds and knights in shining armor that would race to save you from the monsters hidden in the shadows of the willow tree. Times were a lot simpler then.

As you stopped by the gate on the east side lawn, you knelt down to tie your shoe. Your heart stopped when a small dog ran over to you.

“Trevor! Leave that girl alone,” Nick called as his footsteps grew louder.

Before you could get up and continue on your jog, Nick knelt down before you to pick Trevor up. Your eyes locked as you stood at the same time. “Y/n?” he asked in disbelief.

Matt and Chris appeared behind him, the same look on their faces. Matt was first to pull you into a hug, followed by his brothers.

“I didn’t know you were back,” you lied. “Nate didn’t tell you?” Chris asked.

You ignored him and said, “How are you?”

“We have so much to catch up on,” Matt replied.

You felt guilty that for the past 2 years, you left their messages unread and watched the phone ring as they tried to call. The truth was that you missed them. As you all grew older and life took you in different directions, time passed by like a hand waving from a train that you wanted to be on. You didn't want to miss what was happening in their lives anymore. You didn't want them to miss what was happening in yours.

As walked down your street with Trevor pulling at the lead, Nick turned to you and said "I've really missed you, y/n."

You linked an arm through his and rested your head on his shoulder, "I've really missed you, too."

i love tudi jaz so much... it's interesting to hear the story behind it as i was wondering why miha was credited with it! apparently (according to a google translation of the caption) miha wrote it when kris was 16 for a tv series about kids with special needs and wanted joker out to record it. the tv series was never produced and they never released the song...

this must have been filmed at the end of 2023 (the gold record of carpe diem in the background?) so clearly they still remember how to play it

Jfc the transmasc vs transfem privelege disk horse is just like... so divorced from reality.

Let me break it down for the folks coming at you wanting to play oppression olympics: In situations where *everyone is respectful of trans people and affirming* on a macro scale trans men hold power over trans women. On a micro scale the power people hold over each other varies wildly due to the fact that a) there is no monoculture and b) intersectionality exists. This is also true of gender politics for cis people. Individual women can have power and privilege over individual men. The broad sociological statements of men having privilege over women - all men, cis and trans - were *always* meant to be interpreted in a macro (and often theoretical) context. This privilege can absolutely manifest on a micro level but it is far more complicated because intersectionality fundamentally alters the state if the status being observed. E.g. Black manhood is fundamentally different from white manhood in a way where the blackness or whiteness cannot be separately from gender. Effectively, 'black man' is a different gender from 'white man'.

When it comes to being trans the bulk of society views us as *gender failures* regardless of our asab. Our (perceived) asab determines *how* society at a macro scale treats us as gender failures. We are simultaneously viewed as failing the gender assigned to us at birth, and the one we adopted - but the way in which we are perceived to be failing depends on if we are talking about agab or our actual genders. That is: we are viewed as failures of our "real" genders (agab) by failing to enact them, and failures of our trans genders by failing to be cis. The primary failure that most cis people are concerned with is the failure of our agab.

Thus trans women do not gain male privilege (since they are viewed as failing at manhood), but trans men can be subjected to misogyny (since they are viewed as failing at womanhood). Because of the way cis manhood and cis womanhood are regulated trans women are viewed as "irredeemable" (they have tainted themselves with womanhood and thus may not return to manhood), but trans men are viewed as "redeemable" provided they have not gained enough masculine features to one day return as a sex/reproductive object (that is, a feminine cis woman).

Tl;dr: being trans alters your gender irrevocably. Trans men are men but they are not *cis* men and to assume the functions of male privelege work the same for trans men as they do cis men is frankly divorced from reality. The reality is our cissexist, misogynistic society taken at a macro scale is interested in teans people inasmuch as we can be sex objects, and in the case of afab teans people, reproductive objects. If we cannot provide an adequate level of 'use' (existing as a sex object for trans women, availability to detransition into a sex/reproductive object for trans men) then they want to kill us allllll lmaaaoo.

P.s. it is widely accepted that applying privilege as a sociological/gender theory concept is insanely complicated and requires a lot of thought, care, and an eye toward intersectionality. These concepts were created primarily to be applied at a macro level - largely to instigate data driven policy and social change.

Source: listening to PoC and having a master's degree in sociology. I worked primarily in microsociology doing theory and ethnography in sociology of play. The gender stuff I've gone over here is either a) pretty grad student 101 type stuff, or me fitting the widely accepted facts about trans people (e.g. large chunks of the population want to kill us) into that framework.

For the record I am white, nonbinary (sorta bigendered - bothneither) and consider myself currently transmasc.

P.p.s. I've been following Jaz for years and years. Anyone who thinks he is transmisogynistic based on a rigid and narrow application of theory well divorced from its source... well if you think that, you're high lol.

Apologies for misspellings and typos - wrote this shit on my phone and I am Old.

Mystery anon DM me I wanna hug you so bad I think everyone needs to read this and then read it again

Also wanted to add: trans men, trans women, and nonbinary people are not all direct opposites of each other!!! We share more than we don't!!! Saying "trans people in this direction experience X" does not mean that any other trans person inherently does not!!! Many times we do all experience the same fucking shit and the biggest difference is how it looks from the outside rather than whether or not it actually fucking happens!!! "Trans men are subjected to misogyny unless they are perfectly stealth and passing, and honestly sometimes even then" does not mean "so other trans people aren't"!!! It was a complete sentence from the start and other folks just tacked on the extra words!!!

Sand and Unfortunate Souls

Chapter 12: If Only

Summary: An outside source offers to be Pete's first full listening ear in months.

Fun fact: The b'way cast recordings of The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and How to Dance In Ohio are what kept me sane writing this

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