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J. Hughes - Need You Now [Lady A]
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Jack Hughes x Fem!dancer!reader
Requested✨
Word Count: 5.4k
Warning(s); that good ‘ol fluffy madness
This is getting proofread again when I wake up. Again, song in the title is the song of choice for this fic. Not set in stone tho <3
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Mondays had become a routine. I got up. I texted Jack. We go to school, we hung out. He goes to hockey, I go to dance. We meet up at the Hughes household after, and spend the rest of the evening together.
When Jack and I first got together, we took note of our busy schedules. He had his own hobbies, and I had mine. That being said, our proximity to one another made dating much easier than first expected. Our relationship worked best because of that proximity. And sure, we may have always been exhausted after attending our own practices and rehearsals, but being exhausted together was better than being exhausted apart.
Ellen made late dinners, considering her boys all got home from hockey at a later hour in the evening, but it was a schedule I’d grown comfortable with on Monday afternoons.
I’d been over at the Hughes household helping Ellen with dinner, but I slipped away at the sound of the front door opening. Luke bounded in first, and I playfully rubbed his hair as we passed each other. He was on the hunt for his mother. As was Quinn, who passed by me shortly after with a quick greeting. I chuckled. Jim stepped inside after Jack, and my smile faltered ever so slightly when I saw the looks on both of their faces.
I hesitated. I knew those looks. Jim gave his son a careful pat on the shoulder before locking the door and walking through the house. Jack’s eyes followed his father before they landed on me. He looked defeated. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“Hey?” I greeted in question, and watched as he approached. He dropped his hockey bag on the floor. It didn’t take long for him to wrap his arms around me.
“Practice didn’t go so well?” Jim was a good father, but like most sports dads, he could be a bit hard on his kids. Especially when they had big dreams. Quinn was in the process of being looked at by NHL scouts, and Jack -while spoken of by the league- had gotten a hockey scholarship offer from the university of Michigan. He had plans for the NHL too, but either way, he had to keep his skills sharp for both. Which was what Jimmy was always tough on the boys about.
Of all three, I wouldn’t lie. I’d expect Jack to have a lazy practice here and there. Sometimes he just didn’t feel like it, and unlike his brothers, he never pushed through when he was lacking in motivation. It’s something that’s always frustrated his father. Sometimes Jack just couldn’t be bothered to do things.
“I have a headache,” Jack mumbled into my shoulder. I nodded and stroked the back of his head before pulling away.
“Dinner’s almost ready.” It was the only thing I could think of that was going to cheer him up. I grabbed Jack’s hand before I led him into the kitchen, and I could tell Jim must have gotten on him pretty badly by the way Quinn and Luke both tensed when we entered. Like they were afraid Jack just might implode.
“Hey, sweetie! Since when did we start greeting your girlfriend before me?” Ellen teased softly as Jack found his way over to her. He leaned into her side as she gave him a half hug. She picked up on her middle child’s emotional funk as well, and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple before she patted his back as a signal to step away so she could move a pot full of sauce off the stove.
Ellen was just as liable to get on her kids about laziness and a lack of effort. She was a sports parent too. But nothing was worse than hearing it from your dad. And Ellen knew better than anybody that her husband and Jack got into arguments at times. Jack just wanted to be understood, and Jimmy just wanted Jack to understand. He was the difficult kid. By no means were any of her three boys problematic, but Jack definitely put up the most hassle.
“Quinn, why don’t you set the table for me?” Ellen piped up, and earned a nod from her oldest.
Sometimes I found it a miracle that she and Jimmy had managed to raise such obedient kids. Especially after having three boys.
Once the table was set and the food all laid out, Ellen travelled upstairs to find her husband, and I was seated at the table with the three Hughes brothers. I usually sat down at the opposite end of the table from Jim, closest to Jack. Ellen’s place was across from her oldest boy and diagonal to her husband. At the head of the table I felt I could see and speak to everybody from a good angle. Jimmy agreed with me on that.
“Alrighty.” Ellen eventually stepped into the kitchen with a bright smile, but there was tension behind it. I had no doubt she and Jimmy spoke about Jack. He followed in behind her. He looked slightly more jovial than before. Which I was thankful for, because when I turned around to look back at Luke and Quinn, they seemed to overlook the facades of their parents, and they relaxed.
Food was served and conversation was struck up. What was discussed at school, who was taking what tests, and how grades were looking. I chimed in here and there, but I knew the conversation was more of a ‘catch up’ for the parents and their boys than it was for me.
Still, Ellen made a point to praise me for my own good grades and accomplishments. She always wanted me to feel included and welcome.
“How was dance today?” The conversation shifted, and I found frustrations from earlier in the day dawning on me again. I rested my fork on my plate and sigh. Whichever sets of eyes were on food, had quickly set on me. Concern and curiosity in the faces of the family I’d grown to love.
“It was good. We got paired up for group routines today. The guy I got paired with wasn’t there today, and usually that’s fine, but he called in to say he was in the hospital for a stupid broken foot and now I don’t have a partner.. the class is an uneven number now.” I tried not to sound too tense. I’d hate to ruin the family dinner with my own problems.
Jim leaned forward with a smile, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was about to slip past his lips. I loved Ellen. I loved her with all my heart, but Jim and I had the relationship I always wished I had with my own dad. His jokes could cheer me up on a cloudy day when it’s hailing and pouring all at the same time.
“Can’t imagine you’ll have much issue dancing alone, eh?” I smiled. I knew what he meant. I’d won many competitions in the past. I was one of the most skilled in my studio.
“That’s not the point though,” I chuckled and shook my head. “It’s a group routine where everybody is paired. If I don’t have a partner, I can’t be in the routine.” I playfully sassed, and earned a quiet chuckle from the man across the table, as well as his wife. Quinn smiled, but he was never one to give me the gratification of knowing I made him laugh. So he tried to hide his face in his shoulder.
Jack was eyeing me, but he didn’t say much. I cast him a glance before I moved my foot beneath the table to nudge him.
“Well you’ve got three boys here. How hard is the routine for the boy parts?” Ellen asked, and I heard the clinking of various stainless steel silverware pieces on glass dishes before my head whipped to the three who were staring wide eyed at their mother. Jim coughed on a laugh at his boys.
“It’s not impossible.” I answered and watched as the boys slowly looked at me.
“So? Jack? Why don’t you do it with her?” Ellen’s encouraging words earned an uncertain gaze from her son.
“I don’t know, mom..” Jack looked back down at his plate, and I saw his two brothers visibly relax once they thought they were out of the danger zone.
“I think that’s not a bad idea.” Jim chimed in, and I stiffened when I saw him make eye contact with his son. There was subtext in his words that I didn’t understand. That had to do with whatever they were tense over when they came in the house. I watched Jack as he grew uncomfortable again. He looked away. He looked shameful.
“I just don’t think I’d be very good at it.” His words made me smile and nod. I didn’t want to upset him further by arguing.
“It’s really fine. I wouldn’t mind sitting out on it.” I shrugged as I tried to find the right words to deescalate the conflict that had been slowly rising at the table. I heard Quinn sigh.
“I’ll help if you want me to.”
My brow shot up in surprise. I smirked.
“Quinn Hughes? You’d wear tights? For me?” I teased him, and heard his mother giggling when he glared at me.
“I’m out if tights are involved.” I knew his words held no true threat. Quinn would have worn the girliest leotard in existence if I needed him to. He was always there for me.
“What about me? Maybe I wanna help.” Luke joined in, simply because he felt left out of the conversation. His input surprised everybody. It even managed to earn him a look from Jack. Jack, who was usually quick to make a joke. Especially in a moment when he would have the chance to call his younger brother a ‘little girl.’ Instead it was Quinn doing so.
“Woah bud.. didn’t realize you were so interested in wearing tutus.” Quinn gently patted his brother on the back. Luke rolled his eyes.
“Luke. I love you, but I don’t think you’d last a minute in my dance class.” He looked offended at the fact that I had ganged up on him with his brother.
At that point, Ellen had a hand over her mouth and she was desperate to stop herself from laughing at her kids. Jimmy wasn’t to the point of laughter, but I could see his smile out of the corner of my eyes.
“You guys suck.” Luke mumbled, out of the goodness of his heart, and he stood to take his empty plate to the sink.
“Luke, be nice.” Ellen had quickly scolded, through quiet bouts of laughter.
“Take my plate while you’re at it, Lukey.” Quinn handed his plate over, and eventually everybody had given their plates and silverware over to Luke, except for Jack, who was still picking at his food despite his mood.
“Alright Luke. It’s rematch night.” Quinn spoke excitedly as he left the kitchen dining area, followed by the youngest after the plates were in the sink. I could hear them moving things in the living room, a thud, then a quiet ow.
“Quinn! Let your brother use the player one controller!” Ellen jumped up from the table, going to solve the problem between her boys before it escalated.
I spared a glance at Jimmy, who nodded at me in understanding before he stood and took the empty drink glasses to the sink. He stepped out of the kitchen soon after, going to be the backup his wife needed.
It gave me a moment with Jack.
“Hey, bud.” I leaned forward and rested my pointer and index finger under his chin to tilt his head upwards. He was reluctant to make eye contact with me, but he did so anyway.
“What’s up?” It was a general question, not necessarily asking what was upsetting him, but more so what had been on his mind.
“I don’t want Quinn to dance with you.” I noded and smiled at Jack as I reached for his hand.
“You never answered my question earlier.” Jack huffed and shrugged his shoulders. Frustration was bubbling up.
“No. I didn’t want to be there.” At practice. “And.. I got a bad grade on the stupid algebra test. My dad’s all over me for it.. I just- I don’t get it.” I gently squeezed his hand. He hated math. I knew he did. He hated feeling stupid too.
“I told you I’d help.” I whispered, carefully angling my seat to face his as I leaned forward and rested one of my elbows on my knee.
“I know,” his voice was quieter than mine, and I could tell he was disappointed in himself for not reaching out.
“Ya know what I find helps best when I’m stressed?” I flashed him a playful smile. Jack eyed me.
“Dancing.” I tried to coax him into helping me. As much as I appreciated Quinn’s offer to dance with me, I wouldn’t have as much fun with him as I would with Jack.
“You really want me to do that with you?” The middle brother sounded unconvinced.
“You’ll be the most handsome boy out there..” flattery was a tactic I saved for a rainy day with this boy. It didn’t take a lot to convince him of something, but a few compliments never hurt.
“God… you’re so pushy.” His dramatics made me laugh. But they were a telltale sign I had him in the palm of my hand, and that he was feeling a bit better.
“C’mon, Hughes. I’d be your left winger if you ever needed it.” I reasoned and watched him smile.
“I’d never ask you to do that.. you might get hurt.” I rolled my eyes and pulled away to lean back in my chair. I folded my arms across my chest, awaiting his final answer. He could tell I was.
“Fine. But I’m a horrible dancer. Like.. the shittiest dancer you’ll ever meet.” He whispered, not wanting to get caught cursing. It made me laugh.
“Can’t talk your way out of this Hughes. You’re my partner now.”
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I don’t know why I asked Jack to do this. It was a risky decision really. I hadn’t seen him dance yet, but just stepping into the studio with him in tow had everybody looking. He was an attractive boy, but he was my boy. It was only worse that Jack thought it best to wear compression pants under his shorts. He looked good. He looked great even. I had always loved the way those pants fit him, but I didn’t anticipate all the other girls loving the way his pants fit him too.
Jack was unbothered by the stares. I showed him where to kick his shoes off and where to leave his things before we stepped into the empty studio. My teacher was upstairs and I wanted a moment to actually stretch him out before he made a fool of himself in front of everybody else. Aside from that, I had a good feeling Dance stretches were not going to benefit him as much as his usual hockey stretches, considering he’d have no clue how to do any of mine. I kicked the door shut and watched him look around.
“The mirrors are- they’re a little much… don’t you think?” I always loved the way Jack’s voice sounded when he was nervous.
“It’s so we can all see each other. I promise you’ll be fine.” I walked around behind him and dragged my hand across his back as I went. I was hopeful some physical contact would help him relax.
“You do some hockey stretches first, yeah? Dance stretching is a little weird.. I don’t think you’ll be any good at it.”
Jack nodded, and joined me on the floor, side by side. We did our own things, but we did them together. He looked so focused that I couldn’t help but giggle every once and I while when I looked at him in the mirror.
“Quinn wouldn’t last a second in here.” Jack finally struck up conversation, and I found his confidence amusing.
“Class hasn’t started, hun. I’d wait before you start talking like that.” I slowly stood up and made my way over while he was doing his own version of what was usually considered a frog stretch. His knees were tucked up beneath his body as opposed to stretched out behind himself. The hockey players always did it that way, and I’m sure they had their own methods to their madness.
“Lean forward?” I rested my hands on his back and pushed down gently while I let Jack do most of the work. He stopped when his face was still a foot from the floor. I rubbed his shoulders and laughed softly at the sigh he let out.
“You have to breathe through it. Doesn’t help if you hold your breath.” He nodded, but he didn’t listen to a word I said. He still held his breath. I assumed if I made him keep the position long enough, he’d learn, but when the door opened, I quickly stood upright. Jack unfolded and leaned back against my legs to catch his breath.
“Mrs. Jenny.” I greeted, the dark haired teacher shot me a wave in return before her eyes trailed down to the boy who fought for his breath and rubbed his legs, leaned back against my own.
“Is this one of Ellen Hughes’ boys?” Her question caught me and Jack off guard.
“Yeah?” Uncertainty laced my tone.
“Oh my god-“ the rest of the class poured in, just as confused as I was. “Are you Jack?” She walked over, and Jack hoisted himself to his feet to shake her hand, nodding to her question.
“I met you when you were like.. four.. Ellen and I used to be so close.” Jenny looked him up and down, bewildered. Like most random people were when they saw a kid they hadn’t seen in a while. And of course, Jack looked as uncomfortable as he could possibly get.
“Then she had Luke and just got so busy. It’s a thrill to have one of her kids here. I always assumed it might be Luke.”
Jack and I both laughed. We saved that information to torture Luke with later.
“You’re gonna be a fun pair to work with.”
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And it seemed we were. Jenny got Jack and I on an individual schedule. One that worked around my normal dance classes and one that worked around his hockey practices. She was beaming every time she stepped into the studio and got to work with us, and Jack seemed to love her as much as I always did. Jack admitted to me that the classes were fun, and even helped with the hockey burnout he’d been experiencing. When I spent nights in the Hughes household, I could only assume the classes were helping, seeing as the tension between Jack and his father was practically nonexistent.
I found myself occasionally stumbling over our dance when I looked up into the mirror, only to spot that bright smile on Jack’s lips he gets when he knows he’s got the hang of something. He was so distracting, the way his eyes lit up and his hair bounced. Jenny invited Ellen in one day to watch, but Jack insisted she didn’t see a thing. Ellen tried her best to get her son to give in, but Jack shut her out of the studio and pulled the blinds in the window. He knew his mother well enough to know she’d have videos. And then his brothers would have them.
I had to remind him that he was only prolonging his fate.
Eventually, Jack and I got the hang of not only the dance, but the mental link of communication that came with it. Our rehearsals went from Jenny interrupting every so often or her spending the bulk of her time on Jack, to her sitting back and watching us. Critiquing at the end of each run through, and helping us perfect what we had.
At the end of the week, we were professionals. Jenny got such a kick out of watching us, consistently praising our chemistry and professing her love for instructing a young couple. Jack and I never had responses for that, but it always made us blush.
When the practices ended, and it came up on the eventual public performance, Jack and I were clearing out the living room in the Hughes house to go over everything.
“Jack!” I shouted through laughter. A light tug on my arm caused me to fall into step and twirl into his side. We’d stopped rehearsing close to an hour ago. At this point, we were goofing off to the song that was playing through his phone. He was laughing too, with an arm wrapped around my side while he swayed us back and forth.
“I’m by your side,” he sang horribly in my ear, causing me to pull away and push him.
“God Jack, shut your mouth.” I giggled and allowed him to grab my hand and pull me back in. He rested his other hand on my hip as he continued to ‘serenade’ me. His voice was flat. He was a horrible singer. But in my mind he sounded prettier than the birds.
“Our friends would all make fun of us…” I rolled my eyes at him. If you can’t beat them, join them.
“The world will never ever be the same!” I quickly joined in, and soon we were yelling the lyrics, our motion ceased as we stood and held each other, heads thrown back to deliver the lyrics of the soft song to the ceiling.
Neither of us heard the quiet thudding on the steps, or Quinn’s frustrated grumbling, until he was in the living room doorway, glaring daggers at us. Jack noticed him first, my back was turned to him. When I saw the look on my boyfriend’s face, I quickly moved to get a view of his older brother.
“I’m trying to study, dude.” Quinn sounded exasperated. I pursed my lips and giggled. Jack wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back into his chest. He rested his chin on my shoulder.
“Study harder,” Jack taunted.
“I can’t when there’s dying animals in my living room.” Quinn’s words were sharp, but I took no offense to them. “Sorry,” he apologized in my direction, but I shrugged.
“Just study outside.” Jack suggested, knowing the best ways to get on his brother’s nerves.
“In the rain, Jack?” Quinn placed his hands on his hips. “Why don’t you go dance in the rain?”
“‘Cause she’ll get sick!” Jack gestured to me.
“But it’s okay if I get sick studying in the rain?” Jack reached for his phone as his brother spoke, and turned up the volume.
“Jack!” Quinn raised his voice in warning. I snickered. “Jack!” He repeated his brother’s name as Jack began to sway with me back and forth. He held instigating eye contact with his brother. Challenging Quinn.
“What?” The middle child called. I winced at the volume of his voice.
At that point, all the noise had attracted Jimmy, who stepped in the room beside Quinn. He looked confused and frustrated. I chuckled when I noticed he and his son wore the same expressions.
Jack quickly reached for his phone to pause the music.
“What’s going on?” Jimmy’s question had me slowly pulling from Jack. To detach from the situation at hand.
“Jack’s being loud.”
“Quinn’s being rude!”
I felt like I’d heard them having this fight before.
Jimmy sighed. Sighed like he’d heard it all one too many times.
“Jack, turn the music down and stop yelling. Quinn, just go back to whatever you were doing.” I heard another set of footsteps down the hall, and I watched Jimmy turn, point a finger, and say ‘no’ to the figure I couldn’t see. It had to be Luke, I had no doubt he wanted to investigate and instigate.
Jimmy ushered Quinn and Luke back up the steps before he made his way to the basement. Jack and I were alone in the living room again.
“I don’t even care if we royally screw this up. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.” I wrapped my arms around Jack’s neck as I spoke. I leaned back as he leaned forward, holding my hips.
“I’m gonna ace it. You just watch.” His excitement made me smile.
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“Alright. Don’t laugh.” I stood outside the boys bathroom in the school hallway. It was a Saturday night. Jenny decided to hold the recital at our public school because of the size of the stage. “How do I look?”
As Jack stepped out, I took time to examine his figure. He wore a tight fitting black shirt, and a pair of black pants that resembled sweats, just not as loose. I wasn’t sure what I wasn’t supposed to laugh at until I saw his hair.
“Jack.” it made me nervous. He knew what I was staring at.
“I was wearing a hat all day! I had a bad hair day!”
“Is there anybody else in the bathroom?” My question was answered with a shake of the head, and I was quickly shoving Jack back into the bathroom. Water had to fix it. If it didn’t, I had no other solutions.
“Mom said she was bringing hair gel.” Jack informed me as I ran my hands under the faucet and reached up to smooth down his hair. My prayers were answered when I saw the mess become more tame.
“It’s alright.. I think I got it. Your hair doesn’t look the best gelled anyway.” My words were subconscious, but they made Jack scoff out a playful gasp nonetheless.
“Rude.”
We stepped out of the bathroom in time to spot Ellen, and I smiled at her while she approached with a matching grin on her lips.
“Seems like you got that sorted.” She spoke as she inspected her son’s hair. “I’m so excited. Watching my baby do something new… I don’t get that very often any more.” Her words made Jack blush. “Good luck!” She gave her son a tight hug, and I was quick to accept the one she offered me as well, before we made our way backstage.
I was bewildered by Jack’s calm attitude while we watched people from behind the cover of the offstage curtains. He seemed so patient and relaxed. I on the other hand, was fiddling with everything I could. When he noticed, he grabbed my hand, and he didn’t stop holding it, even as the next blackout came and we were stepping out on stage. It worried me when Jack still didn’t let go, even as we were trying to get set. And I realized that he was as nervous as I was. Just more reserved about it. It was gutsy, but I turned to press a kiss to his cheek before I pulled my hand from his own, and reset myself.
I heard an ‘awww.’
I smiled.
I knew it was Ellen.
It was a different world when the lights came up. It was a world I shared with Jack. A more mature world, to a song we two loved but emotionally knew nothing about. Jenny said our chemistry and passion made it look like we did know.
When Jack wrapped his arm around my back and I dropped to hang there -folded backwards like a towel on a rack that was his arm- he walked me across the stage and I couldn’t help but lift my head to look up into his eyes. He could drop me. But I knew he wouldn’t.
And when I got the chance to travel around him and turn his body into mine, I gave him every physical signal I could that he was doing a good job, even as his eyes searched mine for approval. I held his face as he stepped forward, and I, back.
He held my hips. I held his hands. He holds my body. I hold his heart.
Dance is a different type of communication. But there was a type I knew we were better at, and in one song I’d managed to fall deeper in love with him.
When the lights dimmed, and I froze in his arms, we were quietly heaving for breath. He’d learned to stop holding it.
His eyes flickered to my lips. Mine told him, ‘not here.’
He kissed me anyway.
When he pulled away, we were breaking out into huge smiles, and I grabbed his hand to drag him off the stage.
“We did it!” I jumped into Jack’s arms the moment we got behind the curtain, and he held on for dear life.
“I’m never doing this again!” His words caught me off guard, and my brow furrowed in question as he put me down. “I thought I was gonna throw up.”
I realized what he meant, and I chuckled softly.
“You were so pretty out there,” he whispered as we made our way out of the backstage area, stepping back out into the dimly lit hall.
I turned to face Jack and placed my hand at the nape of his neck. I brought his lips in for another short and sweet kiss.
“You’re a trouble maker. You know that?” I whispered.
“My mom’s probably got a million pictures of us,” he tried to change the subject, but my quick wit got us back on track.
“Probably a million of us kissing too.”
“Oh god..” he sounded devastated, but I knew he wasn’t.
“Consequences of your actions, bud.” I gently patted his chest and pulled away. “Very risqué move out there.”
“We’ve had others.” His mischievous smile made me roll my eyes.
We have had others.
“Come on.” I led him back to one of the empty classrooms used as a makeshift waiting from for the rest of the company. We sat there side by side for the rest of the recital, occasionally talking, occasionally scrolling through our phones. Every once and a while, Jack would turn to me and kiss me. It helped pass the time a lot faster.
When the recital was over, Jack and I were slipping on our shoes and gathering our things. Despite this being my event, he seemed more eager to get us out there to see family and friends. He dragged me behind him as we entered the auditorium, searching for his family before we caught sight of Quinn talking to one of his own friends. When Ellen spotted us, she was beaming. And waving.
Jack and I quickly closed the distance between ourselves and his family. Ellen hugged me first this time, and I couldn’t help but laugh at Jack’s gasp.
“Greeting my girlfriend before me,” Jack mumbled, surprise flashing across his face when Jimmy pulled him into his side.
“Proud of you guys.” Jack shared a look with his father, before giving the man an actual hug. Ellen was quick to reach into the seat in front of her, pulling out two bouquets of flowers.
“Quinn thought you both needed flowers.” She explained as Jack pulled away from his father.
“Oh my-“ Jack paused, turning to look for his brother before Ellen tapped his shoulder, turning his attention back to her.
“Not now, Jack.”
We got a few pictures with the flowers, and Ellen got a few of us when we weren’t looking. I congratulated a few of the girls I was friends with on their performances, greeted some friends I knew that had attended, and had a few pictures taken with my mother, who Jack helped me find.
After that, Jack convinced his father to let us take the spare car out for ice cream. Jack argued with Luke for a good ten minutes about not going before Ellen told the youngest to let it go, and Quinn informed Luke that they’d go on their own.
I couldn’t have been bothered to feel bad for the other two boys. Jack spent our evening after the dance in the parking lot of an ice cream shop, giggling and joking back and forth in the car. Sharing another moment, where it was only us in the world.
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Most Beloved WWE Wrestler Tournament: Round 2 Statistics Dump
Followers: 251
Total Votes: 22,087 + 13,398 = 35,485
Times I realized I was not in-depth enough with my checking of wrestlers and forgot at least one which I only found out because I heard an old wrestler was being accused of murder and the name didn't sound familiar so I checked and it turns out he isn't included but have to remind myself that if no one mentioned him being missing from round 1, he probably isn't the most beloved anyway: once, thank god
Beloved By Gender:
We started with a split of 81.7% men to 18.3% women, which moved to 75% men to 25% women after the first round. After the second round of voting, our percentages are:
Voting Trends:
During round 2, the voting totals ranged from a low of 360 votes per day to 554, with the average rising from 387 votes per day to 462 votes per day (Also I figured out how to add a date marking line how cool is that??)
The 100%ers:
While all the 100%ers from Round 1 have since gotten a vote against them, there were a couple of wrestlers in Round 2 who got through unscathed
Billy Gunn (138 + 50)
Taz (53 + 51)
Asuka (58 + 60)
R-Truth (57 + 71)
Public Opinion:
A great many more publicly adored favs have been voted out, so here are the updated lists
Sports Illustrated’s 101 Best Wrestlers Of All Time (2016)
Ric Flair (18, lose)
Shawn Michaels (53 + 57, win)
Steve Austin (29 + 18, lose)
The Rock (23, lose)
The Undertaker (53 + 55, win)
Dusty Rhodes (46 + 42, win)
John Cena (47 + 51, win)
Hulk Hogan (10, lose)
Sting (51 + 53, win)
Andre The Giant (56 + 38, win)
Randy Savage (37 + 32, win)
Roddy Piper (54 + 33, win)
Chris Jericho (27 + 31, win)
Harley Race (17 + 18, win)
Mick Foley (58 + 47, win)
Bret Hart (52 + 59, win)
Randy Orton (58 + 48, win)
Kurt Angle (45 + 36, win)
Antonio Inoki (28 + 38, win)
Ricky Steamboat (28 + 47, win)
Daniel Bryan (61 + 51, win)
Triple H (31 + 12, lose)
Buddy Rogers (21 + 17, win)
Edge (41 + 49, win)
Bob Backlund (26 + 22, win)
Brock Lesnar (23, lose)
Stan Hansen (22, lose)
Bruno Sammartino (30 + 6, lose)
CM Punk (57 + 40, lose)
Ted DiBiase (27 + 26, win)
Bruiser Brody (33 + 31, win)
Hideo Itami (34 + 35, win)
Rey Mysterio (48 + 40, win)
Vader (32 + 17, lose)
Dory Funk Jr (17 + 17, lose)
Mr Perfect (37 + 25, win)
Eddie Guerrero (53 + 43, win)
Jake Roberts (32 + 29, win)
Arn Anderson (25 + 30, win)
The Sheik (31 + 30, win)
AJ Styles (40 + 46, win)
Goldust (70 + 34, win)
Samoa Joe (61 + 84, win)
Terry Funk (27 + 37, win)
Verne Gagne (14, lose)
Mil Mascaras (10, lose)
Rob Van Dam (43 + 45, win)
Tatsumi Fujinami (25, lose)
Rick Rude (35 + 29, win)
Owen Hart (56 + 41, win)
Jeff Hardy (52 + 32, lose)
Goldberg (23 + 22, lose)
Ivan Koloff (15, lose)
Chris Benoit (17, lose)
Larry Zbyszko (4, lose)
Ultimo Dragon (9, lose)
Scott Hall (44 + 40, win)
Trish Stratus (38 + 42, win)
Dean Malenko (37 + 29, win)
Ultimate Warrior (28 + 20, lose)
Fabulous Moolah (18, lose)
William Regal (62 + 45, win)
Gene Kiniski (14, lose)
Scott Steiner (44, lose)
Rick Steiner (26 + 9, lose)
Chyna (68 + 49, win)
Seth Rollins (55 + 54, win)
Kane (40 + 29, win)
Jimmy Snuka (9, lose)
Davey Boy Smith (22 + 24, win)
The Iron Sheik (49 + 40, win)
Pedro Morales (20 + 9, lose)
Michael Hayes (10, lose)
Johnny Valentine (14 + 4, lose)
Shinsuke Nakamura (58 + 60, win)
Diesel (39 + 35, win)
Batista (53 + 54, win)
Lita (46 + 65, win)
Christian (56 + 47, win)
Ron Simmons (25 + 33, win)
Big Show (41 + 60, win)
JBL (10, lose)
Christopher Daniels (26 + 10, lose)
The Miz (34 + 30, win)
PWI Wrestler Of The Year
Pedro Morales (20 + 9, lose)
Jack Brisco (17 + 13, lose)
Bruno Sammartino (30 + 6, lose)
Terry Funk (27 + 37, win)
Dusty Rhodes (46 + 42, win)
Harley Race (17 + 18, win)
Bob Backlund (26 + 22, win)
Ric Flair (18, lose)
Hulk Hogan (10, lose)
Randy Savage (37 + 32, win)
Sting (51 + 53, win)
Vader (32 + 17, lose)
Diesel (39 + 35, win)
Big Show (41 + 39, win)
Lex Luger (25 + 4, lose)
Steve Austin (29 + 18, lose)
The Rock (23, lose)
Brock Lesnar (23, lose)
Kurt Angle (45 + 36, win)
Chris Benoit (17, lose)
Batista (52 + 54, win)
John Cena (47 + 51, win)
Triple H (31 + 12, lose)
Randy Orton (58 + 48, win)
CM Punk (57 + 40, lose)
Daniel Bryan (61 + 51, win)
Seth Rollins (55 + 54, win)
AJ Styles (40 + 46, win)
Adam Cole (47 + 40, win)
Dean Ambrose (58 + 54, win)
Roman Reigns (51 + 64, win)
PWI Woman Of The Year
Joyce Grable (30 + 24, win)
Susan Green (21 + 27, win)
Stephanie McMahon (26 + 4, lose)
Lita (46 + 65, win)
Trish Stratus (38 + 42, win)
Victoria (27 + 23, win)
Candice Michelle (24 + 39, win)
Mickie James (47 + 46, win)
Michelle McCool (29 + 10, lose)
AJ Lee (48 + 46, win)
Sasha Banks (44 + 47, win)
Charlotte Flair (45 + 42, win)
Asuka (58 + 60, win)
Becky Lynch (58 + 53, win)
Bianca Belair (34 + 66, win)
Top 10 Voted In Round 2:
Samoa Joe (84)
Damian Priest (81)
Big E (78)
Sami Zayn/Rhea Ripley (77)
Jey Uso (74)
R-Truth (71)
Bianca Belair (66)
Lita (65)
Roman Reigns (64)
Iyo Sky (63)
Top 10 Voted Overall:
Naomi (223)
Billy Gunn (188)
Damian Priest (150)
Samoa Joe (145)
Rhea Ripley (134)
Sami Zayn (130)
R-Truth (128)
Big E (125)
Jey Uso (123)
Asuka/Shinsuke Nakamura (118)
Thank you so much to everyone who's been voting thus far. We've got less than 300 wrestlers left to sift through and the competition is starting to seriously heat up. Keep an eye out for Round 3, starting tomorrow!
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When Ry Cooder famously made his debut appearance at Glastonbury, playing on the Pyramid stage on a damp day in June 1990, he chose not to be backed by a band but by a second guitarist who came on sporting bright red trousers, and hair and sideburns that were very long, even by rock music standards. The duo perched on stools, surrounded by a dozen guitars, mandolins or bouzoukis, and proceeded to prove that they were both virtuoso players who could sound as thrilling as any amplified band as they switched from the atmospheric Paris, Texas to songs made famous by Woody Guthrie, Lead Belly or Jerry Lee Lewis.
Cooder’s companion, David Lindley, who has died aged 78, was a musicians’ musician. He may never have been as well known as those he played with, but he was one of the most sought-after session players in the US. Best known for his collaborations with Cooder and Jackson Browne, he also recorded with an astonishing list of musicians that included Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, James Taylor, Iggy Pop, Linda Ronstadt, Dolly Parton, John Prine, David Crosby, Graham Nash, Ben Harper, Rickie Lee Jones and Bruce Springsteen. They wanted to work with Lindley not just because he was a great musician who could play almost any stringed instrument, from guitar and fiddle to slide guitar and mandolin through to oud and bouzouki, but because he knew how to interpret the mood of a song, adding texture and emotion without ever dominating.
His own musical taste was far more varied than the rock or singer-songwriter styles of the stars for whom he acted as sideman. When leading his own band, El Rayo-X, he was able to branch out and demonstrate his sense of humour as he explored blues, funk and reggae. Like Cooder, he was fascinated by musical styles from around the world, and some of his most original recordings were with musicians from Madagascar, Hawaii, Norway and Jordan.
Born in San Marino, Los Angeles, he was the son of Margaret (nee Wells) and Jack Lindley, a lawyer and music fan. He grew up listening to his father’s eclectic record collection, which included music from the Middle East and Asia, and he learned to play his father’s ukulele, then the banjo. While at La Salle high school in Pasadena he formed a bluegrass band, the Mad Mountain Ramblers, and then the Dry City Scat Band, which played around the Los Angeles folk clubs and at Disneyland. He was still a teenager when he first won the annual Topanga Canyon banjo and fiddle contest, but was asked to stop competing after he had won it five times.
Lindley’s reputation was growing fast, and in 1967 he landed his first major session, playing on Cohen’s debut, Songs of Leonard Cohen. By then he had formed his first electric band, Kaleidoscope, along with Chris Darrow, with whom he had played in the Scat Band. They released their first, wildly experimental album, Side Trips, in 1967, mixing Middle Eastern music with rock, cajun, country and bluegrass, but, though they were praised by Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin, their unique brand of “psychedelic folk” didn’t sell records. They broke up in 1970, after recording four albums, and Lindley moved to England to work with the singer-guitarist Terry Reid, who had famously turned down Led Zeppelin.
Moving back to the US, Lindley teamed up with Browne, with whom he spent the rest of the 1970s, touring and recording as a key member of his band, playing acoustic and electric guitar, slide guitar and fiddle. He perfectly complemented many of Browne’s best-loved songs, playing lap steel on Running on Empty and fiddle on Before the Deluge. Browne called him “my hero”, and other musicians asked him to play on their records when Browne did not require his services. His recordings during that period included three albums for Ronstadt, including her first No 1 album, the exquisite Heart Like a Wheel (1974), two with Rod Stewart, including his bestselling Atlantic Crossing (1975), along with albums with Crosby & Nash, Taylor, Warren Zevon and Parton.
He first recorded with Cooder on Jazz (1978) and Bop Till You Drop (1979), after which the duo began performing live together, touring in Australia and Japan. A 1979 live radio recording from Osaka was released on CD in 2021. On their tour in 1995 they were joined onstage by Cooder’s son, Joachim, and Lindley’s folksinger daughter, Rosanne, and released the album Cooder/Lindley Family Live at the Vienna Opera House.
After leaving Browne’s band in 1980, Lindley moved from sideman to band leader with El Rayo-X, which he called “more or less a party band”, and in which he matched his own songs along with a bravely varied assortment of old favourites. The band’s self-titled debut set in 1981 included a glorious, furious treatment of KC Douglas’s Mercury Blues, while Win This Record, released the following year, included the Toots and the Maytals song Premature. Mr Dave (1985) included his own reggae composition Alien Invasion, and the band’s final album Very Greasy (1988) continued to demonstrate his fascination with the Caribbean. Produced by Ronstadt, it included Ronstadt adding harmony vocals on Lord Kitchener’s calypso classic Gimme da Ting (on which Lindley played guitar and kora) and a reggae reworking of Zevon’s Werewolves of London.
While running the band, he still managed time to visit London to play alongside Richard Thompson and Rory Gallagher, and revive his love of flamenco with Juan Martin, at a Guitarists Night concert in March 1984. And he continued his session work, including albums for Browne, and for Emmylou Harris, Ronstadt and Parton on Trio (1987). In 1990 he worked with Dylan on Under the Red Sky.
Still keen to expand his musical range, he travelled to Madagascar with the guitarist Henry Kaiser to record the musicians and unique instruments of the vast island off the east coast of Africa. The aim was to present local stars to an international audience, but Lindley and Kaiser joined in several of the sessions. The resulting albums, A World Out of Time, Vols 1 and 2 (1992-93), included Lindley playing slide guitar with the traditional band Tarika Sammy and joining guitarist Rossy on a reworking of I Fought the Law, the Crickets song popularised by the Clash.
Moving on to Hawaii, this time in the company of Cooder, he recorded with the Pahinui Bros (1992) on a set that included a Hawaiian reggae treatment of John Lennon’s Jealous Guy. Further musical travels included recordings in Norway with Kaiser for The Sweet Sunny North (1994). In 1994-95 he also recorded with the Jordanian oud player Hani Naser, and between 2000 and 2004 with the reggae percussionist Wally Ingram. Their third album together, Twango Bango III (2003) included When a Guy Gets Boobs, a comment on the American diet. “I have always liked songwriters like Warren Zevon who could write something goofy and also really serious,” he explained.
In 2006 he was reunited with Browne for a short Spanish tour on which they were backed by a flamenco percussionist. Love Is Strange, a live album recorded on that tour, was released in 2010, when Browne and Lindley toured Europe and the US, and played at Glastonbury, with a set that included Running On Empty and Mercury Blues. In the same year Lindley also worked with Bruce Springsteen on The Promise. His own final solo album, Big Twang, was released in 2007.
Lindley had a wild stage image, thanks to his colourful clothes and long hair, but he never favoured a rock’n’roll lifestyle, and would often retreat to his hotel room to rehearse after a show. He hated being disturbed in the morning by hotel workers, and would imitate a dog, scratching at the door and barking, to keep them away.
He lived in Claremont, California, in a house filled with musical instruments, and was married to Joan Darrow, the sister of his Kaleidoscope colleague Chris Darrow. He is survived by Joan and Rosanne.
🔔 David Lindley, musician, born 21 March 1944; died 3 March 2023
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Play ▶ Pine Sap (Christmas Music Mix, Various Artists)
Intro
Santa Claus Is Coming to Town - The Ventures
Boogie Woogie Santa Claus - Lionel Hampton & His Orchestra
What Child Is This? - The Border Brass
Winter Weather (Remix) - Joe Williams And Harry Sweets Edison
Where Did My Snowman Go? - Molly Bee
Too Fat for the Chimney - Gisele MacKenzie
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow - Les Brown & His Band of Renown
Jingle Bells (Fattback Style) - Brother Yusef
Christmas Time (PT.1) - Jimmy McCracklin
The Little Drummer Boy - The Anita Kerr Singers
All The Bells - The Bandana Splits
Nuttin' for Christmas - The Fontane Sisters
Snowy White Snow and Jingle Bells - Vaughn Monroe
Jingle Bells - The Ramsey Lewis Trio
Sleigh Bell Rock - Three Aces & A Joker
Santa Won't Be Blue This Christmas - Jimmy Charles
Jingle Bell Slide - Jack Scott
Jingle Bell Imitations - Bobby Rydell & Chubby Checker
Santa Claus Is Coming to Town - Betty Glamann
Goose Fat - Dr. Rubberfunk
If Santa Don't Bring You No Funk - Big Sugar feat. Wide Mouth Mason
Jingle Bells - Thundersmack
Merry Christmas - Al and the Vibrators
Reggae Reggae Christmas - Boss Capone
All I Want For Christmas Is You (Reggae Remix) - Mariah Carey
Button Up Your Overcoat - Jonathan Stout and his Campus Five
Santa Claus Is Back In Town - Elvis Presley
Punching the Christmas Tree - James Kochalka Superstar
I'll Be Home For Christmas - The Bandana Splits
Blue Christmas - Joel Paterson
Noël Blanc - Jacqueline François
Jingle Boogie - Howard Carter
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas - Poncho Sanchez
Brazillian Sleigh Bells - Ferrante And Teicher
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my fictional band JFKFC
genres: rock, pop, beat, psychedelia, soul, r&b, gospel, jazz, folk, blues, country, traditional pop, experimental, psychedelia, Indian classical, funk, classical, electronic, hard rock, blues rock, folk rock, heavy metal
years together: 1958-1986
year they blew up: 1967
influences: Bob Dylan, The Beatles, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Aretha Franklin, Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, Led Zeppelin, Carl Perkins, Little Richard, Fats Domino, Gene Vincent, Lonnie Donegan, Phil Spector, Ravi Shankar, Roy Orbison, The Isley Brothers, The Everly Brothers, Arthur Alexander, Eddie Cochran, Smokey Robinson, Larry Williams, The Shirelles, The Supremes, Little Willie John, The Marvelettes, The Shadows, Bill Haley, Buck Owens, Jerry Lee Lewis, Johnny Kidd & The Pirates, Bo Diddley, The Band, King Curtis, Carole King, Slim Whitman, Billie Holiday, Clara Ward, Dinah Washington, Mahalia Jackson, Ruth Brown, Sam Cooke, Sarah Vaughan, Big Maybelle, Sister Rosetta Tharpe, Willie Mae Ford Smith, Wynona Carr, Bessie Smith, Dorothy Love Coates, Ella Fitzgerald, Esther Phillips, James Cleveland, Johnny Ace, LaVern Baker, Ma Rainey, Nat King Cole, Nina Simone, Arizona Dranes, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Dave Van Ronk, Hank Williams, Rev. Gary Davis, Woody Guthrie, Allen Ginsberg, Bill Monroe, Blind Willie McTell, Cisco Houston, Hary Smith, Jimmie Rodgers, Leadbelly, Johnny Cash, Little Richard, Mississippi John Hurt, Odessa, Pete Seeger, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Bascom Lamar Lunsford, Clarence Ashley, Dock Boggs, Jesse Fuller, Robert Johnson, John Jacob Niles, Lefty Frizzell, The Carter Family, Victoria Spivey, Alan Lomax, Doc Pomus, Doc Watson, Mississippi Sheiks, The Weavers, Roscoe Holcomb, George Gershwin, Percy Mayfield, Blind Boy Fuller, Josephine Baker, Frank Hutchison, Ewan MacColl, Billy Lee Riley, B.B. King, John Coltrane, The Yardbirds, Little Richard, Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters, Cream, T-Bone Walker, The Impressions, Buddy Guy, Elmore James, Freddie King, Hubert Sumlin, Little Walter, Jimmy Reed, Lonnie Mack, Albert Collins, Bobby Womack, Curtis Mayfield, Earl Hooker, Esquerita, Johnny “Guitar” Watson, Ike Turner, Charley Patton, James Brown, Johnny Jenkins, Randy Hansen, Charlie Christian, Moby Grape, Fairport Convention, Otis Rush, Sonny Boy Williamson II, Willie Dixon, Anne Briggs, Bert Jansch, John Renbourn, The Creation, The Rolling Stones, Blind Willie Johnson, Davy Graham, Fleetwood Mac, James Cotton, Johnny Burnette, Memphis Minnie, Small Faces, Jake Holmes, Spirit, Tim Rose, Vanilla Fudge
JHENE FRANCIS
born: James Francis Parker June 3rd, 1940 Toronto, Canada
died: 22nd September, 2001 (aged 61) Detroit, Michigan, US
cause of death: gunshot wounds
resting place: cremated; ashes scattered in Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, Michigan
occupation: singer, songwriter, pianist, civil rights activist, record producer, artist, writer, musician
years active: 1957-2001
(btw im not gonna fill in the spouses section on any of these I haven't figured that out yet)
children: 12
(btw im not gonna fill in the parents section on any of these I haven't figured that out yet)
relatives: Mary Parker (sister), Linda Parker (sister), Sarah Sheehan (half-sister), Filzah Ellington (aunt)
genres: soul, r&b, gospel, jazz, pop, folk, blues, rock, country, traditional pop, experimental
instruments: vocals, piano, guitar, keyboards, harmonica
strengths: supportive, reliable, observant, enthusiastic, hardworking, good practical skills, charming, sensitive to others, kind, encouraging, imaginative, passionate, curious, perceptive, excellent communicator, easygoing, good-natured, positive
weaknesses: overly humble, takes things personally, represses his feelings, reluctant to change, too altruistic, difficulty with structure, unpredictable, easily stressed, difficulty with technical-problem solving, fluctuating self-esteem, people pleaser, unfocused, disorganised, overly accommodating, overly optimistic, restless
JOHN HARLY
birth name: William John Harley
also known as: John Mason Harly
born: 12th July, 1942 Toronto, Canada
died: 18th September, 1986 Toronto, Canada (aged 44)
genres: rock, psychedelia, blues, r&b, pop, indian classical
occupation: musician, songwriter, singer, record producer, film producer
instruments: guitar, vocals, sitar
years active: 1960-1986
children: 1
strengths: charming, sensitive to others, kind, encouraging, imaginative, passionate, insightful, principled, altruistic, creative
weaknesses: difficulty with structure, unpredictable, easily stressed, difficulty with technical problem solving, fluctuating self esteem, sensitive to criticism, reluctant to open up, perfectionist, avoids the ordinary, prone to burnout
JOHN JORGIE
birth name: John Mark Jorgie
born: 9th April, 1938 Detroit, Michigan, US
died: 2nd August, 2004 Los Angeles, California, US (aged 66)
genres: r&b, soul, pop, funk, jazz, rock, classical, electronic
occupation: session musician, singer, songwriter, musician, record producer, film producer, businessman
instruments: bass, double bass, vocals, guitar, keyboards
years active: 1956-2004
children: 5
relatives: Steve Jorgie
strengths: charming, sensitive to others, kind, encouraging, imaginative, passionate, strong practical skills, strong sense of duty, very loyal, sensitive, warm, good at connecting with others
weaknesses: difficulty with structure, unpredictable, easily stressed, difficulty with technical problem solving, fluctuating self esteem, worried about his social status, inflexible, vulnerable to criticism, often too needy, too selfless
GEORGE FAREN
birth name: James William Peyton
born: 19th June, 1944 Stoke-On-Trent, England
died: 25th September, 2002 Birmingham, England (aged 58)
genres: rock, pop
occupation: musician, singer, songwriter, actor
instruments: drums, percussion, vocals
years active: 1959-2002
children: 3
strengths: bold, rational, practical, original, perceptive, direct, sociable, positive, enthusiastic, hands on, observant, excellent people skills
weaknesses: insensitive, impatient, impulsive, unstructured, may miss the bigger picture, defiant, sensitive, conflict averse, easily bored, poor long term planner, unfocused
#1967#60s#60s aesthetic#60s icons#60s fashion#1969#1960s#1970#sixties#70s aesthetic#70s#70s fashion#70s music#seventies#the beatles#aretha franklin#bob dylan#jimi hendrix#led zeppelin#this band doesnt exist btw dont get fooled#rock band#rock#50s#fashion 50s#1950s
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Today's Black History Month illustration is of James “Jimmy Jam“ Harris III & Terry Lewis, one of the greatest producing duo in the history of music.
They’re known for their funky synth heavy grooves and their melodic basslines as well as their dark sunglasses, black suits, and black fedoras.
Both Jam and Lewis grew up in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and they first met in high school (early 1970s) at the University of Minnesota through their Upward Bound program. They grew up listening to different genres. Jam was a pop fan, so he listened to artists such as Seals and Crofts, America, and Chicago. Lewis like artists like Parliament-Funkadelic and Earth, Wind and Fire.
After their time in the Upward Bound program, they stayed friends and played in rival bands against Prince and Morris Day. In the early 80s, Jam convinced Harris to join his band Flyte Tyme. Soon after, Morris Day and Lewis agreed to form the group The Time because of a deal Day made with Prince. While in The Time, they became innovators of the Minneapolis sound, a blend of jazz, soul, R&B, funk, disco, early punk, new wave, and dance.
After The Time’s spot as the opening act on Prince’s Controversy tour was over, Jam and Lewis decided to go to LA and begin creating demos. Their demos eventually landed at Solar Records with Dick Griffey. While Harris and Lewis were busy producing the SOS Band in LA, they ended up missing an important gig with The Time in Atlanta, GA. Because of this, Prince fired them.
After this, they decided to form Flyte Time Productions in 1982. After forming Flyte Tyme Productions, they produced and wrote a string of R&B hits for artists including Gladys Knight, Cheryl Lynn, Force MDs, and Cherelle.
When they were looking for the next artist to work with, they both agreed on the one and only Janet Jackson. While working on her album Control (1986), they continued to refine their songwriting and production skills and also created the basis of the genre “New Jack Swing.”
Here’s a clip of Jam and Lewis in studio with Donnie Simpson:
After the success of Control, they had over three decades of chart topping Billboard singles and albums over various genres. Together, Jam and Lewis have earned more than 100 gold, platinum, multi-platinum, and diamond albums and they have more Billboard number ones than any other songwriting and production team in history.
I’ll be back tomorrow with another illustration and story!
#jimmy jam and terry lewis#music history#black history month 2023#black history matters#black history facts#artists on tumblr#artists on instagram
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The playlists criteria is split into two main categories;
What would absolutely suck to have bards, drunkards, and/or drunken bards in Mondstadt singing for an entire night while working a shift?
What would rile up aforementioned drunks in Mondstadt into fights or cause more trouble for the staff?
For example, Africa by Toto falls into the first category (speaking from experience), while songs like Tainted Love or Ballroom Blitz fall into the second category.
There is a third rule giving songs like Freebird or Stairway to Heaven an exemption from falling in the first category.
If a bard is fully confident they can perform a song in it's completion without angering/annoying the crowd of adventurers or having anything thrown at them (particularly fists) they're more than welcome to play that 8 minute long song at their own risk.
Full song list under the cut for mobile users. Not currently updated.
1. Lola-The Kinks
2. Copacabana (At the Copa) - Long Version- Barry Manilow
3. Kokomo- The Beach Boys
4. Escape (The Pina Colada Song)- Rupert Holmes
5. Do Wah Diddy Diddy-Manfred Mann
6. It's Not Unusual- Tom Jones
7. I'm a Believer-The Monkees
8. Centerfold- The J. Geils Band
9. Sweet Caroline- Neil Diamond
10. Love Shack - The B-52's
11. We Built This City- Starship
12. Jack & Diane- John Mellencamp
13. Tubthumping- Chumbawamba
14. 867-5309 / Jenny-Tommy Tutone
15. Cheeseburger In Paradise- Jimmy Buffett
16. Old Time Rock & Roll- Bob Seger
17. The Joker- Steve Miller Band
18. The Loco-Motion- Grand Funk Railroad
19. Werewolves of London- Warren Zevon
20. The Safety Dance- Men Without Hats
21. Whip It- DEVO
22. Walk The Dinosaur- Was (Not Was)
23. Sister Christian-Night Ranger
24. Rock Lobster- The B-52's
25. Just Can't Get Enough- Depeche Mode
26. Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now- Starship
27. I'm Still Standing- Elton John
28. Take Me Home, Country Roads- John Denver
29. American Pie- Don McLean
30. Roxanne- The Police
31. Hotel California- Eagles
32. Video Killed The Radio Star- The Buggles
33. Brown Eyed Girl- Van Morrison
34. Africa- TOTO
35. Barbara Ann- The Beach Boys
36. The Longest Time- Billy Joel
37. Crocodile Rock- Elton John
38. We Didn't Start the Fire- Billy Joel
39. Tequila‐ The Champs
40. I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)- The Proclaimers
41. Banana Boat (Day-O)- Harry Belafonte
42. Piano Man- Billy Joel
43. Free Fallin'- Tom Petty
44. Ballroom Blitz- Sweet
45. The Lion Sleeps Tonight- The Tokens
46. Mambo No. 5- Lou Bega
47. Tainted Love- Soft Cell
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CALVIN KEYS ‘FULL COURT PRESS’ (1985)
Jazz guitarist Calvin Keys is a legend among soul-jazz-funk fans for both his work as a session & touring musician and for the catalog of classic releases under his own name. Key’s playing style is lean & muscular and his unique phrasing balances sophisticated jazz harmonics with funky R&B & soul grooves. Since the 1960s Calvin Keys has performed/recorded with renowned artists such as Ahmad Jamal, Ray Charles, Pharoah Sanders and Joe Henderson. He is also a mentor to young talent, offers private lessons, and is a frequent teacher at the yearly happening ‘Jazz Camp West’.
Calvin Keys was born in 1943 in Omaha, Nebraska. His first musical influence was his father Otis, a well-known drummer in the city’s music scene…he passed the music bug on to Calvin, who picked up the guitar early. Keys landed his first notable gig as a member of Eddie “Cleanhead” Vinson’s band when he was 17 and then went on to play with Preston Love (of the Count Basie Orchestra). Later on, he would also join The Jimmy Smith Trio and then worked through the rest of the 1960’s with legends such as Jimmy McGriff, Richard “Groove” Holmes and Brother Jack McDuff.
After moving to Los Angeles in the 1970’s, he signed to Gene Russell’s now-legendary Black Jazz label where he cut his first two albums: Shawn-Neeq (1971) & Proceed with Caution (1974). Next to his own output on Black Jazz Records, Calvin Keys also did session work for the label and played on several of its hit records. At this point in time Keys also auditioned for the Ray Charles Orchestra…his unique phrasing and his ability to balance sophisticated jazz harmonics with tough R&B and soul grooves were showcased nightly in Charles’ band. Before relocating to San Francisco in 1975, he also played on Billy Brooks’ jazz-funk classic ‘Windows of the Mind’ (1974) and focused on more live and session work. Keys then joined Ahmad Jamal’s group and spent close to a decade with the pianist, touring the globe and recording six albums with him.
The 1980’s and 1990’s also proved similarly fruitful for Calvin Keys…he was a ‘first-call’ studio & live sideman and amassed massive credits for touring with all-stars from the likes of Tony Bennett, Pharoah Sanders and Sonny Stitt. He released two more fantastic solo albums: Full Court Press (1985) & Maria’s First (1985), this time on Olive Branch Records. In 1991 he was featured on the recordings for the original score of the film ‘Dying Young��� composed by James Newton Howard. Next to all of this, his session and live work with his own trio continued at a relentless pace. He settled down in the Bay area and played a multitude of gigs throughout the 1990’s.
After being sidelined in 1997 by heart surgery, Calvin Keys entered the new millennium with a bang! He released five widely acclaimed Jazz-charting albums & worked with major players from the likes of Taj Mahal (Santana, Miles Davis), Chester Thompson (Tower Of Power), Big John Patton (Blue Note), Phil Ranelin (Tribe), Sonny Fortune (Roy Ayers, Strata East), Buell Neidlinger (Lionel Richie, Quincy Jones), Peter Erskine (Joni Mitchell, Weather Report) and Lonnie Smith. There’s no such thing as ‘slowing down’ for Mr. Keys!
On the album we are proudly presenting you today (Full Court Press) you’ll find seven sublime tracks recorded in 1984 and released in 1985 on the Olive Branch label. This was Calvin Key’s first solo album since his recordings for Black Jazz Records back in the 1970’s. Full Court Press features an impressive arsenal of working road dogs that Keys had shared the stage with over the years. Included are: Maxayn Lewis (The Ikettes, Morris Day), Mike Thompson (Freddie Hubbard), James Gadson (Marvin Gaye, Herbie Hancock), Donny Beck (Buddy Miles, Bobby Lyle)…and many others.
Full Court Press is THE dictionary definition of smooth (yet funky) soul-jazz, with washes of warm, laid back grooves pinned under Keys’ endless dancing up and down the fretboard. The playing is ‘deep in the pocket’ and comes off elegant and effortless. Fluid rhythmic fingerpicking that makes you forget all about time and space. This essential release deserves a prominent place in your record collection!
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They shall be my coolest guys, these guys who also think this a really rad idea. Like they’ll get this really intense training and get totally jacked, I’m talking like crossfit. I’ll get them to wear sick armour and I’ll give them these dope guns with exploding bullets. And like they’ll never get sick or have back pain I guess? They will have tactics, strategies and really cool tanks and stuff so the bad guys will be like “oh no”. They’ll be my raddest dudes against the all the haters. They are the bros. They are my Space Marines and they will never fake the funk on a nasty dunk. Also let’s put the injured ones in robots like the bad guy in Robocop 2 only not a psycho meth addict, have you ever seen the Robocop movies or Fight club?
--Jimmy Space this one time.
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At the Anthem, an electric look back by British indie band Foals
Review by Teta Alim | December 14, 2022 at 2:33 p.m. EST | Washington Post
As Foals frontman Yannis Philippakis’s breathy singing sauntered behind the sound of waves and a somber melody at the start of 2010’s “Spanish Sahara” on Tuesday night at the Anthem, a memory of the British rock band from a past era washed ashore.
It was June 2013 in New York City. A tropical storm left Randall’s Island, the site of that year’s Governors Ball Music Festival, a muddy mess. But on the final day of the festival, a bright sky served as a picturesque backdrop for Philippakis’s crowd-surfing antics. At that point, Foals had released its third album, “Holy Fire,” leading its sharply intersecting guitars and tectonic drums to wide-open festival-ready fields. Grouped with Arctic Monkeys and Sky Ferreira, Foals became part of an aesthetic and musical era that today’s casual internet historians have dubbed “indie sleaze.”
After losing two founding members in recent years, the band is now a trio: Philippakis, drummer Jack Bevan and guitarist Jimmy Smith. Foals’ seventh and latest album, “Life Is Yours,” is an over-the-shoulder glance at the swirling pulses of its 2008 debut, “Antidotes,” but this time with less geometry and more funk-aspiring fizzy pop.
Though Foals albums can sometimes feel like the fossilized amber of an early 2010s rock soundscape, live performances invigorate the band and serve as its best context. “For me, the very core of being a musician isn’t sitting around in a studio. It’s performing and connecting with people,” Philippakis told the Guardian this year.
His showmanship at the D.C. concert was more understated, though he still strolled off the stage to get closer to the audience. He wore his performing experience well, which stood out after the two opening acts seemed to fade under the bright lights.
Foals transformed into a six-piece band onstage, with deft touring support, opening its set with the espresso shot of “Wake Me Up,” from “Life Is Yours.” The band’s newer songs, such as the prowling “2001” and delirious “2am,” stretched as empty-headed dance tunes, were anchored by Philippakis’s lively delivery.
Still, it was with its older material that Foals seemed most electric. When the guitars could finally chase each other through the blistering curls of Bevan’s drumming, as in the disquieted “Black Gold” and intricate “Two Steps, Twice,” it clicked why the band has endured nearly two decades after its formation. And Foals will continue its worldwide touring into 2023, partly with fellow music veterans Paramore and Bloc Party.
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From my beloved @mouthoftheocean
Optional tag: Music-fiends, you know who you are.
1. a song you can listen to on repeat
Red Right Hand || Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Whatever It Takes || Imagine Dragons
2. a song from one of your favorite albums
Alive || Pearl Jam - 10
Levon || Elton John - Madman Across the Water
3. a song you loved when you were a teenager or kid
Mr Brownstone || Guns N Roses
Me and Bobby McGee || Janis Joplin
The End || The Doors
4. a song that makes you feel strong
The Warrior Song - Leviathan || Sean Householder
Wolf Totem || The Hu
5. a song that makes you sad
Indian Sunset || Elton John
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald || Gordon Lightfoot
Pirate’s Plea || The Musical Blades
6. a song that cheers you up
Can’t Stop || Red Hot Chili Peppers
Mwahahahah || Ookla the Mok
Survivor Evolved || Neebs Gaming ft. JT Music
{{RIP Thick44}}
7. a song that reminds you of your friend(s)
Lux Aeterna || Clint Mansell
Throw Your Arms Around Me || Hunters and Collectors
Sugar in the Hold || The Jolly Rogers
Friends in Low Places || Garth Brooks
9. a song that reminds you of yourself
Texas Longhorn || Django Walker
Closer to the Heart || Rush
A Pirate Looks At Forty || Jimmy Buffet
10. a song that brings back good memories
Get the Funk Out || Extreme
Amarillo By Morning || George Strait
Sex Type Thing || Stone Temple Pilots {feel free to ask why}
11. a song that grew on you
Smooth Criminal || Alien Ant Farm {cover}
On a Boat || The Lonely Island
12. a song from a musical
Music of the Night || Michael Crawford - Phantom of the Opera
Right Hand Man || Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles - Hamilton
You’ll Be Back || Jonathan Young - Hamilton
Falcon in the Dive || Terry Mann - The Scarlet Pimpernel
Into the Fire || Douglas Sills and Original Broadway Cast - The Scarlet Pimpernel
Madame Guillotine || Original Broadway Cast - The Scarlet Pimpernel
Stars || Phillip Quast as Javert - Les Miserables
13. a song with a great music video
Sweep the Leg || No More Kings
Jack Sparrow || The Lonely Island
14. a song that’s better as a cover
Temple of Love || Johnny Hollow
The Plagues || Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles -Prince of Egypt
Old Town Road || Richaad EB and Jonathan Young
15. a song that’s better acoustic
Down in a Hole || Alice in Chains
Radioactive || Daughtry {cover}
16. a song with great lyrics
Anybody Listening? || Queensryche
Comfortably Numb || Pink Floyd
17. a song for summer
Santeria || Sublime
When the Sun Goes Down || Kenny Chesney
Toes || Zac Brown Band
18. a song for heartache
Snuff || Corey Taylor {Slipknot}
Fuck You || Cee Lo Green and Daryl Hall
19. a song for car rides
Life is a High Way || Rascal Flatts
Free Fallin’ || Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Calypso || John Denver
20. a song for the rain
Featherstone || Paper Kites
What Kind of Love || Childish Gambino
Nocturne #20 in C Sharp Minor || Chopin
21. a song for dancing
Can’t Dance || Cooper Allen
Rodeo || Garth Brooks
What I Love About Sundays || Craig Morgan
22. a song for making out
Hole-Hearted || Extreme
More than Whiskey in Mind || Christian Kane
Bad Romance || Lady Gaga
23. a song for a lover
Hallelujah || Jeff Buckley
A Thousand Years || Christina Perri
I’ll Be || Edwin McCain
24. a song from before you were born
White Rabbit || Jefferson Airplane
Killer Queen || Queen
25. a song from a band that’s no longer together
Blow Up The Outside World || Soundgarden
Big Empty || Stone Temple Pilots
26. a song you’ve seen live
Operation LIVEcrime || Queensryche {{yes the whole album/show}}
27. a song you want to see live
Hollywood Pirate || The Musical Blades
House Rules || Christian Kane
28. a song by a band you don’t usually like
Bang Bang || Jessie J, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj
29. a song you recommend
Montero || Lil Nas X
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Most Beloved WWE Wrestlers Tournament: Round 4 Statistics Dump
Followers: 266
Total Votes: 22,087 + 13,398 + 8,109 + 4,768 = 48,362
Number of times I had to force my dad to accept the fact that it's no longer the 80s and just because he enjoyed a wrestler's work during his childhood, it doesn't mean they're still the most beloved: 3, and he's still bitter
Beloved By Gender:
Our ratio is keeping pretty steady. There was a change of 2% between rounds 3 and 4 in favor of the female wrestlers.
Voting Trends:
Round 4 had a low vote count day of 534 and the highest count day of 747, making the average 636.9 votes per day (discounting final day), more than extra 80 votes per day beyond Round 3’s average of 550.8
(Keep in mind, number of brackets change on the final day)
Public Opinion:
There's fewer than 20 wrestlers left in this tournament who had successful WWE careers before the 2000s. This tournament would make Cornette's face melt off
Sports Illustrated’s 101 Best Wrestlers Of All Time (2016)
Ric Flair (18, lose)
Shawn Michaels (53 + 57 + 71 + 61, win)
Steve Austin (29 + 18, lose)
The Rock (23, lose)
The Undertaker (53 + 55 + 45 + 43, win)
Dusty Rhodes (46 + 42 + 43 + 49, win)
John Cena (47 + 51 + 50 + 47, win)
Hulk Hogan (10, lose)
Sting (51 + 53 + 61 + 56, win)
Andre The Giant (56 + 38 + 38 + 37, win)
Randy Savage (37 + 32 + 42 + 21, lose)
Roddy Piper (54 + 33 + 53 + 30, win)
Chris Jericho (27 + 31 + 32 + 23, lose)
Harley Race (17 + 18 + 10, lose)
Mick Foley (58 + 47 + 57 + 54, win)
Bret Hart (52 + 59 + 61 + 63, win)
Randy Orton (58 + 48 + 49 + 46, win)
Kurt Angle (45 + 36 + 37 + 42, win)
Antonio Inoki (28 + 38 + 23, lose)
Ricky Steamboat (28 + 47 + 16, lose)
Daniel Bryan (61 + 51 + 48 + 29, lose)
Triple H (31 + 12, lose)
Buddy Rogers (21 + 17 + 8, lose)
Edge (41 + 49 + 44 + 52, win)
Bob Backlund (26 + 22 + 11, lose)
Brock Lesnar (23, lose)
Stan Hansen (22, lose)
Bruno Sammartino (30 + 6, lose)
CM Punk (57 + 40, lose)
Ted DiBiase (27 + 26 + 27 + 24, win)
Bruiser Brody (33 + 31 + 22 + 11, lose)
Hideo Itami (34 + 35 + 7, lose)
Rey Mysterio (48 + 40 + 42 + 56, win)
Vader (32 + 17, lose)
Dory Funk Jr (17 + 17, lose)
Mr Perfect (37 + 25 + 28 + 29, win)
Eddie Guerrero (53 + 43 + 47 + 48, win)
Jake Roberts (32 + 29 + 31 + 29, lose)
Arn Anderson (25 + 30 + 15, lose)
The Sheik (31 + 30 + 11, lose)
AJ Styles (40 + 46 + 46 + 46, win)
Goldust (70 + 34 + 49 + 37, win)
Samoa Joe (61 + 84 + 60 + 63, win)
Terry Funk (27 + 37 + 32 + 26, lose)
Verne Gagne (14, lose)
Mil Mascaras (10, lose)
Rob Van Dam (43 + 45 + 50 + 25, lose)
Tatsumi Fujinami (25, lose)
Rick Rude (35 + 29 + 10, lose)
Owen Hart (56 + 41 + 53 + 51, win)
Jeff Hardy (52 + 32, lose)
Goldberg (23 + 22, lose)
Ivan Koloff (15, lose)
Chris Benoit (17, lose)
Larry Zbyszko (4, lose)
Ultimo Dragon (9, lose)
Scott Hall (44 + 40 + 44 + 50, win)
Trish Stratus (38 + 42 + 22, lose)
Dean Malenko (37 + 29 + 19, lose)
Ultimate Warrior (28 + 20, lose)
Fabulous Moolah (18, lose)
William Regal (62 + 45 + 50 + 59, win)
Gene Kiniski (14, lose)
Scott Steiner (44, lose)
Rick Steiner (26 + 9, lose)
Chyna (68 + 49 + 52 + 43, win)
Seth Rollins (55 + 54 + 66 + 45, win)
Kane (40 + 29 + 33 + 23, lose)
Jimmy Snuka (9, lose)
Davey Boy Smith (22 + 24 + 33 + 12, lose)
The Iron Sheik (49 + 40 + 32 + 20, lose)
Pedro Morales (20 + 9, lose)
Michael Hayes (10, lose)
Johnny Valentine (14 + 4, lose)
Shinsuke Nakamura (58 + 60 + 58 + 43, win)
Diesel (39 + 35 + 34 + 35, win)
Batista (53 + 54 + 35 + 32, lose)
Lita (46 + 65 + 37 + 27, lose)
Christian (56 + 47 + 67 + 29, lose)
Ron Simmons (25 + 33 + 31 + 30, lose)
Big Show (41 + 60 + 38 + 33, win)
JBL (10, lose)
Christopher Daniels (26 + 10, lose)
The Miz (34 + 30 + 39 + 20, lose)
PWI Wrestler Of The Year
Pedro Morales (20 + 9, lose)
Jack Brisco (17 + 13, lose)
Bruno Sammartino (30 + 6, lose)
Terry Funk (27 + 37 + 32 + 26, lose)
Dusty Rhodes (46 + 42 + 43 + 49, win)
Harley Race (17 + 18 + 10, lose)
Bob Backlund (26 + 22 + 11, lose)
Ric Flair (18, lose)
Hulk Hogan (10, lose)
Randy Savage (37 + 32 + 42 + 21, lose)
Sting (51 + 53 + 61 + 56, win)
Vader (32 + 17, lose)
Diesel (39 + 35 + 34 + 35, win)
Big Show (41 + 39 + 38 + 33, win)
Lex Luger (25 + 4, lose)
Steve Austin (29 + 18, lose)
The Rock (23, lose)
Brock Lesnar (23, lose)
Kurt Angle (45 + 36 + 37 + 42, win)
Chris Benoit (17, lose)
Batista (52 + 54 + 35 + 32, lose)
John Cena (47 + 51 + 50 + 47, win)
Triple H (31 + 12, lose)
Randy Orton (58 + 48 + 49 + 46, win)
CM Punk (57 + 40, lose)
Daniel Bryan (61 + 51 + 48 + 29, lose)
Seth Rollins (55 + 54 + 66 + 45, win)
AJ Styles (40 + 46 + 46 + 46, win)
Adam Cole (47 + 40 + 53 + 32, lose)
Dean Ambrose (58 + 54 + 42 + 59, win)
Roman Reigns (51 + 64 + 59 + 32, lose)
PWI Woman Of The Year
Joyce Grable (30 + 24 + 0, lose)
Susan Green (21 + 27 + 11, lose)
Stephanie McMahon (26 + 4, lose)
Lita (46 + 65 + 37 + 27, lose)
Trish Stratus (38 + 42 + 22, lose)
Victoria (27 + 23 + 17, lose)
Candice Michelle (24 + 39 + 13, lose)
Mickie James (47 + 46 + 47 + 44, win)
Michelle McCool (29 + 10, lose)
AJ Lee (48 + 46 + 39 + 39, win)
Sasha Banks (44 + 47 + 42 + 36, win)
Charlotte Flair (45 + 42 + 27 + 40, win)
Asuka (58 + 60 + 65 + 66, win)
Becky Lynch (58 + 53 + 58 + 47, win)
Bianca Belair (34 + 66 + 54 + 41, win)
Top 10 Voted Wrestlers Who’ve Already Been Eliminated:
Jey Uso (248 - round 4)
Finn Balor (209 - round 4)
Bayley/Roman Reigns (206 - round 4)
Christian (199 - round 4)
Daniel Bryan (189 - round 4)
Tazz (183 - round 4)
Lita (175 - round 4)
Batista (174 - round 4)
Adam Cole (172 - round 4)
Alexa Bliss (170 - round 4)
Top 10 Voted In Round 4:
Drew McIntyre (76)
Cody Rhodes (74)
Asuka (66)
Rhea Ripley (65)
Bret Hart/Samoa Joe (63)
Shawn Michaels (61)
Damian Priest/Dean Ambrose/William Regal/Bray Wyatt (59)
Jey Uso/Liv Morgan (57)
Rey Mysterio/Sting/Kevin Owens (56)
Xavier Woods (55)
Top 10 Voted Overall:
Naomi (322)
Damian Priest (285)
Billy Gunn (272)
Samoa Joe (268)
Rhea Ripley (258)
Sami Zayn (254)
Asuka (249)
Jey Uso (248)
Shawn Michaels (242)
Cody Rhodes (241)
The AJ Styles Phenomenon:
I don't know if this is just an incredible coincidence, but for the final 3 rounds, AJ Styles has earned exactly 46 votes. In Round 2, it was 46/50 against Raymond Rougeau. In Round 3, 46/56 against D'Lo Brown. In Round 4, 46/69 against Kane. Based on the data I've seen, he is the only wrestler this has happened to. A few have had the same number of votes twice in a row, but never thrice.
Which begs the question: are there exactly 46 tumblr users who are fans of AJ Styles?
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My WVUD playlist, 2/4/2023 - Hammond organ
Wild Bill Davis - Jumpin' At the Woodside
Jimmy Smith - The Champ
Brother Jack McDuff - McDuff Speaking
Booker T. & The MG's - Green Onions
Booker T. & The MG's - Hip Hug-Her
Jimmy McGriff - I've Got a Woman
Charles Kynard - I'll Fly Away
Richard "Groove" Holmes - Sunny
Lonnie Smith - I Feel the Earth Move
Shirley Scott - Liberation Song
Charles Earland - Tyner
Billy Preston - Ain't That Love
Tony Williams Lifetime - Big Nick (Bill Laswell Mix Translation)
Stevie Wonder - Do Yourself a Favor
Bernie Worrell - Killer Mosquito
Doug Carn - Passion Dance
Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Adrian Younge, Doug Carn - Windfall
Amina Claudine Myers - Happiness
Soulive - Solid (Live)
Delvon Lamarr Organ Trio - Move On Up (Live)
Cory Henry & The Funk Apostles - Testify (Live in LA)
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The Lightning Conductor 12/20 entry commentary
Oh boy a Molly letter!
It's lucky your poor dear hair is getting conspicuous by its absence, or it would stand up on end, I don't doubt, when you read a few lines farther. So, you see, even baldness is a blessing in disguise.
Oh this is going going to be good
I have deserted Aunt Mary and Jimmy Payne in a gorge. I am alone in a hotel - with Brown. Yet I ask you to suspend judgment; I have not exactly eloped.
You just left your aunt in a pit? What?
It is all Jimmy Payne's fault.
Well, I assumed that. But can they get out? Oh, wait. This is the car crash Jack was talking about.
I won't tell tales out of school, especially as the tables were rather turned on the poor fellow at Carcassonne
I get why Molly wouldn't want to tell her dad about the fact that Jimmy incited an angry mob with his reckless driving, but I don't know. Maybe it would be a good idea to tell him that the guy he wants Molly to get together with ran over someone while driving drunk.
he hinted darkly of most exciting events in which we were intimately concerned, which would in all probability take place at Cannes, if we could only arrive there soon enough.
He knows.
I couldn't get him to tell me what they were, but I fancy Aunt Mary is at least partly in his confidence. She wouldn't betray him, but she assured me that to miss the treat in store for us would mean lasting regret. And she was bursting with importance and mystery.
She knows.
thought we were finished, and I'm afraid I shut my eyes. "Just like a girl!" O yes, thank you; I know that; but I didn't know it or anything else at that minute.
Is shutting your eyes while your car crashes girly? Idk, it seems like in a tense situation where seeing does you no good, you might as well protect your delicate light sensors.
I must pay Brown back; he can't refuse such a thing as that, though it seems he has taken a sort of pledge against accepting tips in his professional career. Funny, isn't it?
It's because he's secretly rich.
I didn't like to humiliate a guest by superseding him with a servant, capable as the servant is, so I said that I hoped he would be very careful, and we started on again
I would put whoever's a better driver in the driver's seat. Think of it this way: Jimmy can't admit that he can't driver and Brown should without hurting his own pride. By forcing him out of the driver's seat and Brown into it, Jimmy is saved not just from that particular humiliation, but also the humiliation of causing more accidents.
I saw now that I ought never to have let Jimmy Payne drive the car.
Honestly, it's perplexing that the angry mob didn't lose him driving privileges forever. He had to almost kill everyone.
I keep reminding myself that the top speeds of these cars isn't what it is today. In modern times Jimmy's driving would kill someone.
Okay so, the car flew off the road into a meadow, but that's not the gouge that she abandoned Aunt Mary and Jimmy in, or at least I don't think it is.
[Aunt Mary] was willing to let me go unchaperoned save by him, for the sake of retaining Jimmy Payne's protecting presence herself.
I don't think Jimmy's presence is very protecting.
As for Jimmy, it was easy to see that he didn't like the idea at all; but he had jarred himself a good deal in his eccentric fall, and evidently funked another tramp. He had limped ostentatiously every step of the way to Le Beausset.
Wait, there was room on the carriage for Aunt Mary, but not the guy who's clearly limping? Or is he exaggerating?
The hotel was rather full, and all the private sitting rooms were gone, otherwise I might have had dinner upstairs; but I drew the line at dining abjectly in a bedroom. Still, I didn't quite like the idea of sailing into a big salle à manger, alone, with a bound-up wrist, and perhaps making an exhibition of myself cutting up meat in a one-handed way.
Okay, it was mostly practical assuming she doesn't want to tell her father that she likes Brown/Jack.
[T]he telegram was from Aunt Mary. "Don't send carriage. Prefer stay here to driving in such storm. Feel sure you are safe without us."
Aunt Mary sure is a fair weather friend, isn't she? So Molly was speaking metaphorically about the gouge.
Okay, so Molly doesn't suspect. Interesting.
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23 / 6 / 2022.
// CON FUNK SHUN
DOWN BAD // HITMAKA FEAT. JEREMIH, FABOLOUS,
HOTEL // KRANIUM FEAT. TY DOLLA $IGN & BURNA BOY
MOOD // WIZKID FEAT. BUJU
FIRST CLASS // JACK HARLOW
DIE HARD // KENDRICK LAMAR FEAT. BLXST & AMANDA REIFER
BIG DEAL // BIA FEAT. SEVYN
OUTTA LINE // BINO RIDEAUX FEAT. TY DOLLA $IGN
EVERY WEEK // MCM RAYMOND
F.W.I. // KAMAIYAH FEAT. DA BOII
IFFY // CHRIS BROWN
KEEPS ON FALLING IN LOVE // ELLA MAI FEAT. BABYFACE
NO BUS // LOPHIILE
LAST LAST // BURNA BOY
WAIT FOR YOU // FUTURE FEAT. TEMS & DRAKE
JIMMY COOKS // DRAKE FEAT. 21 SAVAGE
IM ON ONE (DRAKE VERSE) // FUTURE FEAT. DRAKE
CHICKENS (EST GEE VERSE) // FUTURE FEAT. EST GEE
CORSA // HIT-BOY & DOM KENNEDY
SEDUCTION // BABYFACE RAY
LONDON // BIA FEAT. J COLE
SILENT HILL // KENDRICK LAMAR
THE JACKIE // BAS & J COLE
6 MILE SHOW // BABYFACE RAY FEAT. ICEWEAR VEZZO
PUFFIN ON ZOOTIEZ // FUTURE
BEEN AWHILE BUT IM BACK AND STRONGER.. A SLIGHT REDUX ON THIS MIX!! LOVE THESE TUNES AND WANTED TO TUNE IT UP A BIT MORE.. MORE LISTENING VIBES!! THANK YOU FOR LISTENING AND APPRECIATE THE SPINS!! LETS KEEP HIP HOP GOING AND SUPPORT YOUR ARTISTS!! DO ART!! KEEP LISTENING AND THANK YOU!!!
#love#love always#abundance#universe#peace#art#smoov#deep truth#vibes..#calm#music#classic#relax#patience#pure#appreciate#thoughtful#hip hop#soundcloud#rnb
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