The Photographer and the Guitarist pt 2

The Photographer and the Guitarist

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ smut and fluff minors dni

Word Count: 1,007

Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation over the phone, p in v sex

After the tour was over, I was afraid the magic of what Kirk and I shared would disappear. Turns out I had nothing to fret about. 

Kirk and I went on a couple real dates, then we decided to be an exclusive couple. 

We made it work even while Metallica wasn’t touring, and I had gigs with other bands. 

Kirk and I were laying in bed together cuddling. Tomorrow morning I’d be going on tour with Megadeath. 

“Look, Dave can be charming. Please don’t get road goggles. Don’t fall for him, or in his bed” Kirk pleaded as he rubbed soft circles on my back. 

“Kirk, I only have eyes for you. I won’t tell you I’m a saint and hadn’t hooked up on the road before, but you’re the only one who’s stolen my heart.” I assured him as I stroked his face with my thumb. Kirk nuzzled into my touch. I leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and rolled us over so he was on top of me. 

“I love you.” He said, his eyes pierced my soul, as his words pierced my heart. 

“I love you.” I replied, bringing his lips back to mine.

During the tour I called Kirk every night, I was lucky enough to get a single room every stop on this tour.

“What are you wearing?” I asked playfully as I leaned against the headboard. 

“My boxers. What are you wearing?” He asked me. 

“Your favorite black lace panties.” I answered him. I could hear him take a sharp inhale. 

“And?” He questioned.

“Nothing.” I replied as I traced soft circles on my nipple.

“Mmm. I want to touch you so bad.” He said. 

“You can’t, but I can.” I replied as my hand trailed down reaching under my panties. I started rubbing my clit in slow circles. I could hear Kirk pull his cock out, he began stroking it. I slipped two fingers into my pussy. 

“Fucking yourself, thinking and wishing it was my cock?” He asked, his breath growing labored. 

“Yes. Can’t fill myself up like you do.” I replied. I picked up the speed of my fingers before pulling them out to rub my clit. 

“I wanna see you split open on my cock. Taking it like such a good girl.” Kirk said. I moaned as I came. 

“I want to ride you. Make you feel so good you see stars.” I told him. Kirk groaned and came. 

“I miss you.” I said after I caught my breath.

“I miss you too, baby. Not much longer though. You’re halfway done.” He said. 

“I know, it’ll hopefully go by quickly.” I answered. 

“I hope so too.” He replied. 

“I’m sleepy, so I’m going to bed. I love you, talk to you tomorrow.” I said. 

“Sweet dreams, love you.” He said. I hung up the phone and fell asleep. 

I was finally at the end of the tour. It was the last show. I was doing my thing and taking photographs, it was the last song of the night and a pair of arms snaked around my middle. I jumped trying to escape the grasp. Then I heard a familiar chuckle. I turned my head and Kirk was smiling at me. I shifted in his arms so I could hug him tightly. 

“Oh my god, Kirk!” I squealed. He held me tightly. I lifted my head and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. 

“I’m so happy to see you but I have to keep snapping pictures.” I gushed. 

“You do your thing, it’s hot by the way. The way you concentrate so hard.” He winked. My cheeks heated as I did my best to focus on catching snapshots of the band. The show ended and they came out for an encore. 

After they finished, Kirk went backstage with me so I could gather my things. 

“Kirk Hammett? At my show?” Dave said as he spotted us. 

“Actually I’m here for the photographer.” Kirk pointed at me. Dave looked confused. 

“Well, if my services aren’t needed anymore I’m going back to the hotel.” I waved and grabbed Kirk’s hand.

I practically dragged Kirk to the hotel. When we got to my room I pinned him to the door as it closed. I wrapped my arms around him tightly. He leaned down kissing me hard. Our clothes flew on the way to the bed. He sat in the middle of the bed. I situated myself to sit on his lap, I began riding him as we sloppily made out. 

“Fuck I missed this so much.” I said and dug my fingers into his shoulder. 

“Me too, so much.” Kirk said. 

My legs started to ache but I kept going. Kirk reached down and started rubbing my clit. I let out a satisfying scream as I came, I could never make myself feel as good as Kirk does. I couldn’t move anymore. Kirk held me as he laid me down. He thrust his hips into me hard until he reached his high. He leaned his forehead against my shoulder, kissing it softly. 

“How much would it cost for you to be Metallica’s full time photographer?” Kirk asked as I played with his hair. 

“I don’t know, but the offer sounds intriguing.” I giggled. 

“I don’t want to spend this much time away from you again.” He said, perching his chin on my chest so he could look up at me. 

“We’ll figure something out.” I promised. 

“The guys are already on board, just so you know.” He said. I grinned at him. 

“I’ll consider it.” I told him. He grinned back at me and leaned up, capturing my lips with his. His hips slowly started to roll again.

“Mm you’re not leaving this bed until morning.” He said, kissing my neck. I giggled. 

“Sounds good to me.” I replied, running my hands down his back. 

If I only photograph Metallica for the rest of my career, it would be totally worthwhile.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

Round 1 Group C Match 4

Propaganda received:

D'arcy Wretzky:

"bassist girl!!! she is so stunning omfg. i would let her take out my eyes and eat them in front of me i truly don't care. also before voting watch the ava adore video she's so STUNNINGGGGGG"

"watch the ava adore video. i would let her dissolve me into a liquid and use it to spike the punch bowl at her fancy futuristic gala"

Kirk Hammett:

"LITERALLY THE PRETTIEST MAN TO HAVE EVER WALKED ON THIS PLANET. KIRK HAMMETT , I BELIEVE IN RE-INCARNATION WHEN I DIE I HOPE I GET REBORN AS YOUR RAGDOLL. UNTIL THE AIR IN THE ROOM CAN BOTTLED UP AND USED AS A BIOLOGICAL WEAPON"

"how can a mf look that cute while shredding the seek & destroy solo???"

"No guillotine could remove the head I would give him"

"90s Kirk was on a whole nother wavelength. you see the eyeliner, right? the piercings? the tattoos? that one time he said he was bisexual and the countless times he made out with men? dude is hot send tweet"

(additional eyeliner Kirk photo because the picture for the thumbnail is from early 90s)

One of the things I really like about mungrove is the possibilities of: the love is not unrequited, they're just dumb as hell.

Picture Billy and Eddie who are slowly becoming really tight. They're able to be very unapologetically themselves with each other and behave like normal teenagers and talk about boys and shit. And you know, Eddie knows, okay, he knows. He knows that Billy being gay doesn't increase the possibilities of him being into Eddie. He has seen him surrounded by all the most gorgeous girls in Hawkings. He gets invited to all the parties organized by the popular crowd. He told him he used to have this little bit of a crush on Harrington. He's just very, very, very out of Eddie's league and the only thing Eddie's going to get entertaining this line of thought is to scare him away. But Billy also talked to him a bit shyly and a bit joking the other day about how hot he finds Kirk Hammett and it doesn't have to mean anything, Eddie's pretty sure that it doesn't, but if Billy's into metalheads, with messy brunette curls, with pretty amazing guitar skills........ Eddie's right there.

I know he eventually got them fixed but as someone with crooked teeth who is often insecure about them, there is something so comforting about seeing pictures of Kirk Hammett in the 80s with his crooked teeth. Like wow it is possible to be hot and have crooked teeth. It's genuinely comforting to me.

Hindsight lyrics

Nothing Else Matters broke Metallica to the mainstream in a way that has endured for decades. It’s hard to imagine early-90s Metallica being intimidated by anything, particularly given the legendary status of the Black Album as one of the best-selling rock/metal records of all-time. “I had to relearn that whole intro part to play by myself onstage, which was a little bit intimidating for me at that point.” “We kept putting it in the set and taking it out until we were certain we were actually able to play it,” Hammett told Village Voice in 2014. How could such a huge song not make it into the set? Because guitarist Kirk Hammett was worried about fucking it up, the song marking a rare time where James Hetfield handled all guitar parts in the studio. Nothing Else Matters has subsequently provided the emotional crescendo to many a Metallica show – making it all-the-more surprising that it didn’t see its live debut until the band played the Riverfront Coliseum in Cincinnati on March 2, 1992. While not as successful as lead single Enter Sandman, Nothing… still surpassed its predecessor The Unforgiven by making it to #34 on the Billboard Hot 100, #6 in the UK and even #1 in Lars’ homeland of Denmark. Sticks and stones couldn’t hope to hurt the behemoth Metallica had become however and nor could the banning of its music video on MTV during the daytime (thanks to some racy posters spotted in the background of the video’s studio footage). Now, I like Metallica but I hate metal ballads, don't you?” As NME put it at the time, “ Enter Sandman kicks ass! Sad But True kicks God ass! Nothing Else Matters is … balladified! Icky icky! And it's their new single. Back when the record had come out, a power ballad was near guaranteed chart-gold – Bryan Adams’ (Everything I Do) I Do it For You spent 16 weeks at the top of the UK singles chart for Christ’s sake – but the enormous success of Smells Like Teen Spirit coupled with an alt-rock and grunge boom meant power ballads were suddenly very, very passé. I’m very proud of that."īy the time Nothing Else Matters came out as the Black Album’s third single on April 20, 1992, the music industry was weaning itself off the power ballad. Dentists loved the Black Album! There was a musical transition when the album came out and it changed radio, because that heavy sound was now on the radio I don’t think I’ve made a record that had done that before. “It actually changed something culturally,” Rock said to Reverb in 2017. 5,000,000 copies of Metallica were sold in the US in that first year alone, the record spending four consecutive weeks at the top of the Billboard 200 while the band became a bona fide phenomenon. The band didn’t always see eye-to-eye with Rock during the recording sessions for the Black Album, but nobody could argue with the results when it was released on August 12, 1991. With composer Michael Kamen taking care of the orchestral arrangements, Nothing Else Matters was now a stirring, potent power ballad with immense emotional depth. With the benefit of hindsight – and YouTube – the early version possessed the song’s characteristic emotional depth and fragility, but also lacked the sense of enormity that would ultimately turn it into a stadium-filling anthem.įor that, they could thank producer Bob Rock, fresh from producing Mötley Crüe’s chart-topping Dr Feelgood, who had a few ideas on how they could expand their sound, suggesting they add an orchestral component to the song for an extra touch of grandiosity. Initial reservations aside, Nothing Else Matters was one of four songs the band demoed for their self-titled fifth record on August 13, 1990. (Image credit: Time Life Pictures/DMI/The LIFE Picture Collection via Getty Images)

Feel Free to Feel

spending a day with the boys. (headcanons!)

request: hey, i got a request!! i know this is super like general lmao i hope it's enough to work with! but maybe some headcanons on how each of the boys would choose to spend a day off from band duties with the reader! thanks in advance, dude!☺️

a/n: thank you @glambby for being my very first request. i’m forever grateful! :’) i hope you like these headcanons! i may or may not have gotten super emotional while writing cliff's headcanons. </3

warnings: none!

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james hetfield:

- being with james, you knew you had signed up for everything that came with this package. you fucking knew that you were about to have fun when he brought out some liquor from your liquor cabinet.

- this living room sure as hell was big enough for the both of you to get drunk and dance around, singing the lyrics to some random music you put on the stereo.

- the drunken stumbles of the both of you sent you into a fit of laughter as you slowly crumpled to the floor. james would have a huge grin on his now reddened face, cheeks pink from laughter.

- there is nothing like getting stupid, silly drunk with james hetfield. you thanked whoever was in the sky that you two didn't have neighbors in close enough proximity to y'all. hell, you damn sure knew if you did that you'd be getting noise complaints.

- once you two calmed yourselves, james brought out one of his acoustic guitars. another thing you absolutely loved about spending time with him this way. he gets relaxed, and he plays whatever he wants, and you sit there with a glass, the last few sips of your liquor in it.

- god damn, this man can sing. listening to him sing was amazing. it always amazed you at how talented he was, and it makes you wonder how the fuck you got to this point, being with him, the love of your life.

kirk hammett:

- this boy and his horror movies. you like horror movies too? "new horror movie out! let's go to the movies tonight-"

- "kirk, honey, you just got home today. relax-"

- "this movie looks so good though, just look at it!"

- eventually you gave in, and to be honest, you looked at the trailer and unfortunately, it did look like a good movie. now you REALLY had to see it.

- at the movies, he lets you get all the snacks you want, and he gets some himself, and of course he's getting the largest bucket of buttery popcorn for the two of you to share. he wants to make sure you both have everything you possibly need so that way the two of you wouldn't have to get up during the movie.

- go to the bathroom BEFORE you get into the movie, too! just so you don't miss any of the movie. if you do end up having to go again, he won't be upset, but instead, he'd follow you out so he can make a soda run for you after because your sodas ran out.

- oh yes, reclining in the top row of chairs and holding hands between all of the snacks you both put out and started munching on, stealing little kisses from you every now and then.

- needless to say, you two had a blast, and when you went home, you both went to bed, your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat slowing to a resting.

lars ulrich:

- walking through downtown, checking out small shops, his hand was in yours almost the whole time. crossing the street, he would never let your hand go, he'd keep you near him at all times. this man is protective.

- the street was lit with dim street lanterns, and the brick sidewalks made ways for the people in town to get around easily. there was music thumping throughout the town from not only the restaurants, but a small music store you spotted.

- you ended up dragging him into the music store to look at the metallica records. whoops? and the first one you grabbed to look at was the and justice for all record, which you knew had a picture of lars on the back. "look at you!" you said softly, pointing your finger at the picture of him.

- your comments on the photo made him have to resist the urge to smile, his cheeks getting rosy as he let out a small and barely audible laugh. and thank GOD no one noticed that it was actually him, lars ulrich, in the music store as you were making your way around, looking at the metallica albums happily.

- as much as he loved seeing you excited, and seeing your happiness about his band's success, he knew it was almost time for the two of you to get going.

- you've both never been in this town before, and you loved it already. you loved the hustle and bustle of this small town, the sidewalks crowded with small groups of people every once in a while, which wasn't a problem because they usually kept on their side and passed y'all without hesitancy.

- it was great, until he checked the time, then he took your hand, telling you that you both needed to leave.

- mans really made a secret reservation to a really really great restaurant that was located in this town. that was why he wanted y'all to be here this late. you weren't complaining about the town, though. you loved the streets and the small stores. this town was pretty cute.

- when he led you towards a restaurant that you laid your eyes on when you passed it moments ago, you made an audible noise.

- the smile that appeared on his face told you everything. and you loved him for that.

- the restaurant smelled and looked absolutely stunning, and he knew you wanted to go there when you passed it before. and honey, disappointment was not a word in your vocabulary when you left that restaurant. you two had a blast, and in fact, that restaurant was now your number one favorite. that food was BANGIN'.

cliff burton:

- cliff would be the person to take you out for a ride in his car, and just park at a peaceful and quiet place that he knows won't have other people at. just a regular hangout place that only he knows.

- it's nothing too fancy, but it's a great place to just relax and get away from society. how he knew about this place, you have no idea, but you're glad he took you here.

- he'd probably smoke a small bit, listening to music on the car radio, and eventually he'd turn it up so the two of you could go outside and sit on the hood of the car, taking in the fresh air.

- he would let you rest your head on his shoulder, and smile when you point out different clouds and their shapes. stay out for a little longer and the both of you would be looking at the stars, the first constellation he points out, being orion's belt.

- if you were hungry afterwards once he'd taken you home, he would call and order in.

- being in cliff's presence was and always has been a blessing from the stars, and you were very very grateful to have him. he may be quiet and chill, but you love him for it, and it always makes you relaxed whenever you are able to spend time with him. no matter how you spend that time.

jason newsted:

- you found yourself mesmerized by jason's curly hair blowing in the wind while the top of the convertible was down, the two of you going 85 on the freeway towards the mountains.

- boy were you excited to spend time with him for the night in that cabin in the mountains, seeing the pictures of the cabin and the views online before you went and booked a cabin over call.

- well, you were not disappointed when you rolled up to the cabin. even the views while driving up the mountain were gorgeous. remembering the way jason compared the mountain to you, saying that the views were gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you.

- he said that, and all you could do was let out a small laugh, and he noticed that what he said, was in fact cheesy. but it was okay, because you loved him.

- getting into the cabin, the first thing you noticed was the warm smell of vanilla and cinnamon. maybe from the candles, maybe from the brand new bottle of rum that you spotted in the small liquor cabinet, along with some small shot glasses that were tempered with the gentlest of hands in warm red and orange color.

- the rest of the night went extremely well, you both had a nice dinner, some drinks, and relaxed in the outside hot-tub that sat in the corner of the screened in back porch, which overlooked the mountains of trees, a lake in the middle of the valleys.

- sleeping with him next to you for a night had to be the best feeling in the world, being in his arms after he was away for so long. it really takes it's toll on you, and he knows it. every time he has to leave, he apologizes profusely, and you tell him it's okay, that it's his job. and hell, whenever he does have free time for you, he always misses you too.

robert trujillo:

- what can i say? robert is a romantic, much like lars. he will want to take you out, no ifs ands or buts about it. insist that you two should stay home? sure, but he’ll find a way to make it romantic. want to go out? you bet your ass he’ll take you wherever you want to go.

- if you want to stay home, he would definitely close the blinds and curtains, make the house dimly lit instead of all bright from the light outside.

- hungry? he’ll cook for you, and you better not get up to try and help him. and to be honest, he’d cook a slammin’ meal.

- if you’re cold, he’ll go and grab both of you a big blanket to wrap the two of you up in, just to snuggle and watch whatever you want. another giant teddy bear!

- going out on this day, he’d cruise around in the vehicle with you, giving you the reins for the choice of music. no complaints from him, not a peep, he'd just listen to you sing the lyrics and have a smile on his face.

- man is just happy to spend this day with the love of his life. he'd do anything to make you happy.

i was tagged my the amazing @rogers-wateringcan and the lovely @theslumberofthebeast to list my top 5 crushes from bands / movies; i'll add pictures as well!

1. KIRK HAMMETT MY SWEET LOVELY HUSBANDO I LOVE YOU WITH MY WHOLE SOUL AND BEING but you're also like so incredibly hot like holy shit bone me pls thank you

2. john bonham you hot ass mf bone me too thanks love you

(pls ignore that amino tag)

3. chris evans holy f. U ck you're hot and seem so sweet djkajd

4. SOPHIE TURNER YOU ABSOLUTE QUEEN JDKAUDISHJDJQ

5. madison beer jajfkaii what a very hot woman shes so sWEET OMG

i tag @zeptallica , @stairwaytoride , @deodorant-cake , @duffscherrypie , and anyone else who wants to do this 🥰

The Decline - Part 2

Fifteen years old. Still a virgin. Heavy makeup melting in the hot August sun. Sitting on the tarry blacktop in the shadow of a car, smoking a joint all by myself. I don't know where Dawn or Kevin or my other friends have gone. I was beyond stoned. The screams and shouts and laughter of a thousand metalheads washed over me, merging into one voice, the voice of a metal god holding a bottle of Jack in one hand and a burning joint in the other. "You belong here" that voice said. "You're having the best day of your life."

I had taken a small, blue compact mirror out of my scuffed purse to check my makeup. But when you're drunk/stoned, you're convinced you look pretty hot, all things considered. Eye makeup smeared, eyes themselves red and glassy, lipstick long gone - traded for Zig Zags, for kisses, for bottle necks. A sudden flash of blinding white light interrupted my contemplation and I looked up.

Three stoner guys were sitting inside of an ancient pickup truck. Apparently, my compact had picked up the sunlight and thrown it back into their eyes, so they retaliated with a busted rearview. It became a game between myself and these three strangers: catch the sun, throw it back, like children with a ball. We were all laughing. I never knew their names.

An immense amount of time passed. It had probably been a minute, stretched into eons by the pungent weed I was sucking into my soul. I looked around and realized I was alone. The mirror fell from my hand and took an hour to make its cheap plastic clatter against the blacktop. I leaned over to retrieve it and stood up quickly. Where were my friends? My blonde boyfriend, my best friend Dawn, her blonde boyfriend? I was alone. I had stood up too fast. I had made the unwise decision to drink half a dozen swallows of Yukon Jack on top of his cousin JD and both were suddenly threatening to eject themselves from my hot, sloshy stomach. There was no food in there to soak it up and calm it down. I wobbled around to the front of the car whose shade I had sought and vomited between the bumpers of it and another slant-hood muscle rod, dry chrome sparkling mercilessly, like robot bones. A pure, fluid jet of yellow gunk shot out of my mouth and splattered all over the blacktop. The sour stink of it made me do it again. I spit and coughed and dry heaved for a few seconds, then nonchalantly wiped my mouth and casually stood up, certain I had gotten away with it, that no one had seen. Yeah man, I was still totally cool, I could handle this badass metal scene.

I saw Kevin and Dawn and Co. running towards me, their faces white, their mouths identical ghostly Oh's of concern. "Are you okay?" they all asked me. "Are you okay?" It became a mantra. It made me okay. My stomach calmed. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. I was given water and more weed. Kevin put his arm around me and stayed with me, not daring to wander off again. No more booze for me, thank you.

I don't remember standing in line, or filing into the stadium where I'd been before, taken to baseball games by my dad a mere ten years previous. I don't remember finding our seats, which were not bad, facing the stage and giving us a clear view of the bands.

Victory took the stage first. I remember none of it. Rising Force was next, featuring Yngwie Malmsteen, who had not yet become a big name and who as of yet did not feel the need to include his middle initial of J. in his name, so as to separate him from all of the other Yngwie Malmsteen's, apparently. I remember singing along with "I Am A Viking" and that was it.

Then Metallica took the stage, the reason for our journey, the peak of the metal Mount Everest we had staggered up or some such poetic shit. There was Cliff Burton, head to toe in denim, smiling and somehow hippie-like. He would not have seemed out of lace standing beside a van with a teardrop window, blaring Foghat from its speakers. But when he began to pick out the first few notes of "For Whom the Bell Tolls" we knew the world had never been more metal than it was right at that moment. The stadium went insane. Fists punched the air. Voices screamed in unison "TIME MARCHES ON!" It was titanium heaven. It was that line from A Clockwork Orange: Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!

We sang along with every single song in their set. We knew all the words. We felt they were there for us and us alone. We were friends, not fans. We were home and they were home in the NorCal Bay Area. This was our time, our music - they were Gods and we were their chose acolytes.

And then their set ended and the joints began to go around again, because nobody cared about Y&T or Rats. Especially Ratt. Fucking poseur glam metal sissies. The guys didn't like Ratt, so neither could I...even though I knew all the words to Round and Round. No WAY was I going to admit that. I wasn't going to be labeled a poster. It was the ultimate cone of shame. So I became a lying hypocrite instead.

We stuck around for half of The Scorpions set. All of us approved of The Scorpions and would have stayed to see the show finish, but the last train back to Hayward was due soon and we had to go. We took the skywalk over the stadium, watching The Scorpions as we walked. I still remember looking down, seeing Rudy Schenker standing spread legged and beating the shit out of his instrument with a smile on his face. The stadium slid away as we walked and another couple of steps brought us a birds eye view of a parking lot filled with tour buses. People were milling about, beer cans in hand. One guy in particular stood out. Dressed all in black, with long, tightly curled black hair brushing the shoulders of a black leather jacket. Fuck me, it was Kirk Hammett!!!! I hooked my fingers through the diamond shaped links of the chain fence that enclosed us and gaped.

It was a backstage party. Or rather a parking lot party. There were no scantily clad metal strippers, no group orgies, no flamethrowers or piles of cocaine laying about. Just people, wandering about, talking, moving on. Kirk Hammett walked away. It did not occur to me to call out. I was no one. I wasn't even pretty. They wouldn't see me.

But one of them did. A tall guy dressed all in denim, his long brown bushy hair framing a narrow, pale face that turned up to the overpass upon which I stood, surrounded by thousands of teenage metalheads heading home to sleep it off. He locked eyes with me for one second, two perhaps. It was Cliff Burton and he was just standing there, staring at me. At ME. He saw ME. And then he turned away and was gone.

It was two seconds, but I knew it had happened for a reason. It would be my very first brush with fame, recognition from a star, an idol. I had been granted something that few people ever get - a moment. And when another year passed by and news came to us from Europe that Cliff Burton had died in a bus crash, I knew how lucky I was. He'd seen me. He knew me. We'd had two seconds, two seconds that nobody else could have.

By Margaret Sheard ….

Alper Cengiz, owner of the Soulist Coffee & Music House, and Bayrak International Radio DJ Roland Eyerich, have been working hard organising a great line-up for the 3-day music festival “Friends Across Borders” (FAB) which is to be held 27th to 29th September at the Soulist in Alsancak.

This is going to be a brilliant 3-day music festival with something to please everyone.  Tickets will be 50TL for each day and there will be a special price of 120TL for a 3-day ticket.

Following is the current line-up of groups which will be performing each day and Roland will prepare a final update soon.

Rock Balance

Friday 27th September

Rock Balance

Stingray

Blind Man’s Tale (BMT)

  The Great Flood

Saturday 28th September

Blue Tears

Inchequin

Supernova Reggae Band

The Great Flood

Alper Cengiz & Friends

  Sunday 29th September

Cyprus Classical Music Group

Zara Barkhoudarian – (Cyprus-Armenia) – Piano

Rauf Kasimov (Cyprus/Azerbaijan) – Piano

Peri Sualp – Vocal (Cyprus)

Edgar Evoyan – Vocal (Cyprus-Armenia)

Iris Langford – Soprano (UK)

  Photos – top left – Iris Langford, top right – Rauf Kasimov, bottom – Zara Barkhoudarian, Edgar Evoyan, Peri Sualp

JazzNuts

Originally this was a trio, there have been some changes and now there are 4 members of the group, forming a quartet.  Pictures show 2 of the group – Mert Coscun and Dimitris Miaris (piano).

Mert Coscun

Dimitris Miaris

  Summers Lease

For the first time there will be a “Young Stage” group which has recently been formed called Summers Lease.  This is a Rock trio from Ilgaz, Alsancak and Ozankoy.

Where did the name Summer Lease come from, they said : “It is like leasing summer … you lease your youth, you lease each hot summer day and can lease the band to bring back all the good vibes of good music and feeling free in the summer time”

The Band:

Jordan Omeroglu    (South African/Turkish) – Drums Jan Saygineren    (Cypriot-/Polish) – Rhythm Guitar and Vocals Daniel Ogun            (American/Turkish) – Guitar

This is the biography of the band in their own words.

Jordan Omeroglu (13)

 “I started playing drums when I was three years old. The reason for this is because my family members played drums such as my mom, uncle and grandfather. Some famous drummers who inspired me are Lars Urich from Metallica, Emerson Bennett from Parlaye Royalle and Mike Fleetwood from Fleetwood Mac. When I’m not beating the drums with my best friends, I’m usually playing computer games, swimming, drawing, or playing with my dog.“

Jan Saygineren (13) 

“I started playing guitar when I was six years old. My inspiration came from the song ‘Thunderstruck’ by Angus Young of AC/DC. My favourite guitarists are Angus Young, Kirk Hammett, Keith Richards, Jimmy Page, Eric Clapton and Kurt Cobain.“

Daniel Ogun (13)

“I got my inspiration to play guitar from watching Billie Joe Armstrong from the band Green Day play live in Washington, DC three years ago. I started playing guitar when I was 9 and my first guitar was a Yamaha acoustic guitar. The people that gave me inspiration are Jimmy Page, Kirk Hammett, Eric Clapton, Eddie Van Halen and Keith Richards. I am lead guitarist for our band Summers Lease.“

Friends Across Borders (FAB) music festival at the Soulist, Alsancak By Margaret Sheard .... Alper Cengiz, owner of the Soulist Coffee & Music House, and Bayrak International Radio DJ Roland Eyerich, have been working hard organising a great line-up for the 3-day music festival “Friends Across Borders” (FAB) which is to be held 27th to 29th September at the Soulist in Alsancak.