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blacklodgemusictx · 10 months

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Salim Nourallah: Record Release Mini Tour - Dallas Finale

It's over.

I'm home.

Music from my YouTube channel rolls in the background while I try to get my thoughts in order.

I'm buried in thoughts. Pictures. Videos. I want to think on every word. I want to tweak each picture to perfection before sending it out in to the world. But I'm racing the clock. I have to get everything out while I'm awake. Tomorrow the fog descends again. I go back to being a zombie. I have to feel this weekend while I'm still capable.

Last night was "Old Home Week" (a phrase I've never really stopped to examine... homecoming I assume. That's how I've always approached it, but I suspect its origins are older than I am.) The venue was Sons of Hermann Hall in Salim's home of Dallas.

Everywhere familiar faces. I even recognized the woman who sat next to me at Rhett Miller earlier this month in Ft Worth. Rachel, she says. She has ties to Rhett and Salim. My own story is mirrored throughout the room (upstairs. We saw Salim & these same gents here in 2019. The Church as well in 2016). You don't see Salim by accident. At some point you are in his path and he pulls you in to orbit. It's gravity. Friendly faces, performers. Fan-Friends like us: Christian and his lady, Allen. Performer-Friends like Rahim Quazi. Chris Penn (our acquaintance predates mine with Salim. He and I know each other from the Flaming Lips' message board where I used to lurk and get my social fix back circa At War With the Mytics/UFOs at the Zoo) has stepped away from local haven of good taste, Good Records. He's there in his signature orange pants (red? orange? Whatever they are - they are as recognizable as he is).

Merch is in the back of the room. We take up our requested positions, but I warily eye the room as it starts to fill. My need to be upfront is ancient as the tides. I have worked my role as documentarian (taker of pictures, recorder of videos) in to that need. I must be up front. I must see. Band one - Ottoman Turks - take the stage early. Theirs is a country-tinged sound and therefore runs contrary to my essential musical make up. No ones fault. I had a similar reaction when finally seeing Rhett Miller with his Old 97s (solo Rhett is my only desired Rhett -- that's a thing I and my ears know now.) They are young and energetic. They wield their instruments with skill and the early arrivers at the show appear to love them. I perk up and even record a song, an excellent cover of Billy Idol's "White Wedding."

The need wins and pulls me up front. There's one seat left in the front middle. I end up sitting between a woman who actually remembers me from the Billy Harvey show where I brought pies and another woman I didn't even realize I follow on Instagram.

At one point, my view is ruined by John Dufilho once again urging everyone to get up and crowd around the stage. Tonight I am encased in a corset. My satin carapace tonight is bronze over my shades-of-purple dress. I have a closet full. I literally use them to lace my spine back in to place. My excruciating back pain improved briefly and I was able to abandon them, but they are back. I accessorize my outfit with them the same way I coordinate my wardrobe of glasses. It's ok. John doesn't know that.

I crowd watch. I see Rahim [Quazi]. He buzzes around hugging people like a friendship bee tending flowers. I hate the sea of backs and knees I'm watching, but I do take time to appreciate this. Not too long ago a scene like this was the stuff of sweet dreams. We all couldn't imagine when we would be able to gather and sway to music and hug each other again. It really is a thing of beauty.

The lady next to me asks me about the phone on stage for Buttercup. I tell her I'm pretty sure it's just...art. I have noted each night its presence as well as the special vintage luggage carrying case labeled "phone" it emerges from. Each night I have not noticed them use it. I am wrong. Erik uses it in the set similar to Salim and his ever present bullet mic. I ask Doug later if I am unusually oblivious (I wouldn't doubt it.) No, he assures me, this was the first time.

Joe [Reyes] appears next to me later. He lets me hug him. He tells me... something... I pull out my Ottoman Turks gifted ear plugs (master stroke. I pride myself on being constantly prepared and yet always forget something... RIP the phone charger I left at the Austin venue. Most of the time I forget ear plugs). Want conscientious music lovers to remember you? Ear plugs at your merch table! He yells, "THESE GUYS ARE GREAT" he says about the Deathray Davies. YES. I agree. "AND THEY'RE ALL REALLY NICE GUYS." I appreciate this. It seems to be a reoccurring theme. If you have been pre-vetted and Salim-approved, if you've made it in to this circle, you are worth knowing. As someone with a great deal of anxiety (social, free floating, you name it), I appreciate this implied safety immensely.

At some point, another face floats by. A smiling woman tells me how great I look. Am I just feeling like a goddess? Sure, absolutely. I smile in mild, pleasant confusion, but then she introduces herself as Princess. Of course. I've seen the name on Salim's facebook. We've probably been at shows together. I don't get names usually until we've been at multiple shows together. I think Salim thinks we all just know each other by default.

I remember our first show at Galactic Headquarters - Salim's listening room - a place I think of as home now. We bought tickets, but it was such a small group, I kept expecting people to turn to us and go, "who are you? you don't belong here" It was just too intimate. But it's become like a family. So Salim doesn't make introductions because once you are there, you've always been there.

I hope that Salim will issue a reverse Dufilho command, "It's ok... EVERYONE CAN SIT DOWN." But everyone stays up and picks a spot to camp at the stage for Salim's portion of the show (tonight as the Homecoming show Salim and the Treefort/Philistines, he is last). I aim stage right - Joe's side. I hope I can get a good view of Marty. If I got to his side, I'm afraid I'll be too close to him.

I was spoiled by last night's venue.

Sons of Hermann Hall is old. The stage is small. The sound is... old. The lights are... old. It has sort of a dance-at-a-school-gym feel. I actually made a point to write that down in 2019 when we came for the final Travoltas show. The feeling hadn't changed. I doubt it ever will. To change that would be to change its essential make up. Too many things bow down, are brought low in the path of progress. Still - every where I stand, every angle, something is obscured. I do my best.

At some point, I notice the woman next to me. She makes me question my very identity as a fan of Salim's music. This woman is transported. She's having a religious experience. She stomps, bobs weaves, squeal, thrashes. She puts my adoration to shame. I sort of want to cast my camera aside and join her, but I also remember my time with the Lips and how quickly stores of energy deplete when you throw your whole body in to the worship of music like that.

I see her later at merch. I tell her I admire how fervently she enjoyed the show. Music saved her life, she tells me. I can appreciate that. I know exactly what she means.

I love Marty tonight. Tonight he's there. He's starting to give himself for more distance away from his cheat sheets. He smiles, grins at times. He's proud of his solos. He's with them. He's dialed in. Present. I never doubted this, but I love that everyone can see it tonight.

Night one Salim had looked at Marty admiringly, "Doesn't Marty clean up nice?" He really did. All in black, beautiful sunshine orange guitar for contrast. Salim points out he's wearing long pants this time. He's right. I immediately cast backwards in my memory and only pull up images of him in shorts.

He's gorgeously and similarly attired tonight. What I don't realize until tonight is I will see him later after he's snuck off to reapply his shorts. Marty is from cooler climes abroad. I find Texas heat bewildering, every year is a surprise. And I've been here for most of my life. I cannot imagine what heat like this must seem like to him (another place I have found him two out of three of these nights is drinking in available air conditioning. The vent was in the ceiling at the Lonesome Rose and I after seeing him stop to appreciate it, I watch people all night stop in the same exact spot and pose for a minute as though for a Disneyland vacation photo).

I know the end is near. I try not to cheat, but just like skipping to the end of a book, I lean over to look at Joe's set list. "Friends for Life," "Let Go," and... 1978. And though I have sworn to stop contributing to the glut of available copies of 1978 on the Internet, it's also the finale. He calls Olivia, Erik (from Buttercup) and Paul Averitt up to join him. My friend is happy and triumphant... so I record it...

Again. (smiley face)

This ending is happy. I say goodbye to everyone. We'll see Marty and Olivia again soon we're sure. Doug talks music with John Dufilho and is all smiles. At some point, we even talk to Nick Earl - another person we've maneuvered near, but never actually spoke to until this weekend. Doug has something specific in mind. Months ago, Nick was in receipt of two console record players saved from when we auctioned off what would have been the contents BLM if it ever officially opened its doors.

Nick's face lights up. He has something to show us. One player now starts a red-sparkle paint job. He seems to be in the process of turning it in to a space ship.

"So you're a wizard in your spare time?" I ask.

He smiles. He does not deny this.

I will be glad to see him again in the future. He's a weird one. I love the weird ones - in life and in music - they're my favorite.

I hug Salim a few more times. He's grateful to us for our services this weekend. I'm sure he suspects, but I don't think he will ever truly know what it's all meant to me.

If only for three days... I could breathe again.

How do you thank someone for oxygen?

#singer #songwriter #salim nourallah #treefort five #salim and the philistines #album release #on tour #anw #a nuclear winter #marty willson piper #john dufilho #joe reyes #jason garner #rahim quazi #depression #anxiety #photography #concert photography #live music

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don-lichterman · 2 years

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Live Music in San Antonio This Week: Nothing More, Destroy Boys, Mothership and more | Live Music in San Antonio This Week | San Antonio

click to enlarge Courtesy Photo / Destroy Boys San Antonio rock fans will be able to partake in their favorite genre this week — in multitude of its ever-expanding varieties. For those keeping score at home, LA space-rockers Failure, local metalcore act Mourning Sun, punk-adjacent touring act Destroy Boys and Bay Area technical death-metal band Rings of Saturn all will kick out the jams at…

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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Law & Order Franchise Masterlist

Law & Order - Masterlist

Law & Order: Criminal Intent Masterlist

Law & Order: Organised Crime Masterlist

Law & Order SVU Masterlist

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blizzardsuplex · 2 months

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A collection of random snippets from Roderick Strong's LiveJournal, 2004-2005

So, unlike people like Punk or Joe, he never used his LJ extensively; there are still some fun/interesting posts from 20 to 21-year-old Roddy, though. Screenshots under the cut (with alt text and occasional commentary):

[the way he types always makes me laugh. So many exclamation points...]

[More exclamation points. Also, didn't know he worked CZW.]

[first time he worked IWA...wild.]

[first PWG match! Also him going out with Steen, Generico, and his "best buddy" Shelley, LMAO]

[Jamie Gibson becoming ROH champ, Punk leaving the indies, Roddy debuting the trunks, and them going to The Weiners Circle, which is thankfully not NSFW to read about.]

[Watching the Joe/Kobashi match backstage must've been wild. Also aww his mentor match!]

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fyeahbluebeetle · 10 months

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Blue Beetle Variant Cover by Joe Quinones!

#blue beetle #jaime reyes #dc #dcu #dc comics #dc movies #blue beetle 2023 #blue beetle movie #xolo maridueña #variant cover #joe quinones

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missjadesfics · 2 months

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Jason Momoa

Characters

Arthur Curry | Aquaman

Forbidden Fruit - Arthur Curry x Reader Arthur has a crush on Bruce's younger sister, Y/n.

Baba Voss

Conan the Barbarian

Connor Slaughter

Duncan Idaho

The Sword Master and the Ward - Duncan Idaho x Atreides!Ward Reader Duncan Idaho, the Atreides sword master, starts an illicit affair with Duke Leto's ward.

We Made An Agreement - Paul Atreides x Reader x Duncan Idaho Y/n and Paul are married, both agreeing they can sleep with whomever they like. The reader finds comfort with Duncan. But Paul questions if the agreement works for him anymore.

Our Na-Baroness - Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Duncan Idaho The reader is arranged to marry Feyd, and her lover Duncan goes as her personal guard to keep her safe. When Feyd learns of the lover's relationship, he ensures everyone understands where they belong.

You will never lose me - Duncan Idaho x Reader Escaping from the attack on Arrakis, Y/n Atreides is reunited with Duncan Idaho and living amongst the Fremen in Sietch Tabr. While Paul and Jessica work with the Fremen about the Lisan-Al Giab prophecy, Y/n and Duncan grow closer, revealing hidden feelings for one another.

Khal Drogo

Declan Harp

Dante Reyes

Lavender Love - Dante Reyes x Reader Dante meets his love on a race track

Flip

Joe Braven

Big Jim

Phillip Kopus

Miami Man

Ray Cooper

Ronon Dex

Are you blushing because of me? - Ronon Dex x Reader Ronon loves making Y/n blush, even so much so it prompts him to reveal his feelings for her.

Sebastien (Witcher AU)

Coming soon

Wish I could see you - Baba Voss x Reader | coming soon

Daydream - Jason Mom x Reader | coming soon

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xmencovered · 2 months

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Wizard Magazine 72 / Published: August 1995 / Artist: Joe Madureira

#joe madureira #maggot #wizard magazine #non comic cover #1990s xmen #cecilia reyes

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randomjreader · 2 years

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Thank you @azfellco for explaining to me the situation

Honestly, if you want my opinion? I think this whole thing is so stupid, because how is it that after all these months Kit STILL has queerbaiting allegations??

First of all, STOP. ASSUMING. KIT'S (OR ANYONE'S). SEXUALITY. PLEASE. How many more times must the poor guy say that he's comfortable with his own sexuality and just doesn't want to disclose it to the public for personal reasons for people to LEAVE HIM ALONE. Like my god, how can someone watch a show like heartstopper then immediately start contributing to this toxic culture of forcing people out of the closet for your own selfish reasons? There's literally a whole storyline of how badly affected Charlie Spring was after being outed, but that CLEARLY flew over their heads for some reason. It's ridiculous. We're not his friends. We're not his family. We. Are. Just. Fans. We are entitled to ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about his personal life.

Secondly, if for all those who are just so insistent that Kit just HAS to be straight because he held hands with someone of the opposite sex, and therefore should not be playing a queer character, do you even hear yourselves? I've already spoken in depth about my views on straight actors playing queer characters, my general message being that I think it's completely fine so long as they have been handling it respectfully and giving the community the respect it deserves, something I believe Kit has done wonderfully. But more than that, what's up with this weird assumption that someone is definitely heterosexual if they are in a heterosexual relationship??? There is more to sexuality than gay or straight. Take Maia for example. She is openly part of the LGBTQ community, so are y'all going to tell her she's straight and has been lying the whole time, simply because of that few second clip? I DIDN'T THINK SO. This is literally just promoting bi erasure, pan erasure, erasure of any sexuality that isn't simply attracted to the same sex (AND ON BISEXUAL VISIBILITY MONTH TOO???). Once again, how did you watch heartstopper, hear nick nelson say "I still like girls, but I like boys too." AND THEN GO AND DO THIS. I'm convinced some of these people just didn't watch the show and became fans through tiktok edits or something.

Finally, say that they are dating. So what? How does Kit and Maia's personal relationship affect Kit's job as an actor in heartstopper in any way shape or form? Were these people expecting Joe and Kit to get married or something? Or for neither of them to be in relationships with other people ever? I know that they're both the perfect portrayals of Nick and Charlie, but at the end of the day THESE ARE CHARACTERS THAT THEY ARE PLAYING. None of the relationships in shows or movies, romantic especially, need to be translated to real life for us to enjoy the work. If you're that type of person, then by that logic Kit and Maia are technically bringing on screen romance off screen, since they're starring in ACGGTTAT together. Seriously, you can't expect actors to bring every single romantic relationship they portray on screen into real life, that's entirely unrealistic. Also, while I understand the curiosity behind our faves' relationship statuses, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't guilty of that, at the end of the day it's really none of our business (going back to the point of how we are just fans and are owed nothing by public figures). If they're dating, that's great, I'm happy for them. If they're not? Also cool, we love to see a wholesome friendship. Speculate if you must, but don't go digging around the internet for evidence or god forbid, start harassing Kit or Maia about this. Just keep your theories to yourself or at most talk about it casually in a little chat with friends or something. Let's not blow this up into a huge thing and just let them be yeah?

So that's my two cents on this whole situation. Dating or not, I can't wait to see them both in ACGGTTAT, and ofc, I can't wait for season 2 of heartstopper <3

#kit connor #maia reficco #heartstopper #heartstopper cast #a cuban girl's guide to tea and tomorrow #joe locke #nick nelson #charlie spring #nick and charlie #lila reyes #orion maxwell

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onlylonelylatino · 1 month

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Blue Beetle and the current and future Teen Titans take on Starro. Art credited to Eddy Barrows, Joe Prado and Greg Tocchini

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nacrella · 11 months

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Are you ready for this whole mess? Cuz I’m definitely not.

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poetajoereyes · 4 months

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“Te perdí pero gané, gané tranquilidad, gané paz, gané irme a dormir por las noches sin la duda y sin sentirme insuficiente. Me costó un chingo pero te superé, fueron muchos días mordiéndome los dedos para no escribirte, fueron muchas madrugadas pensando porqué carajos tú no hiciste nada para no perderme. Muchísimas noches me costaron entender que el que ama lo demuestra sin pedirlo, sin esperar nada, y más si existe alguna posibilidad de perderte, quien no lo de todo justo en ese momento, no merece mi amor...

#desintoxicandome #ya no dueles #estoy tranquila #joe reyes #poeta joe reyes #j.c.g #09 #gracias #tus traiciones #tus infidelidades #soy libre

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blacklodgemusictx · 10 months

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Salim Nourallah: Record Release Mini Tour - Night Two

It’s cool, dark, quiet. Finally. We're at our final hotel. My husband is sleeping.

I’m behind again. I knew I would be. I didn’t manage to capture most of what happened on the road 6 months ago. Here we are again. There is something to be said for living these moments though and not necessarily capturing them. Several times during the show last night while I was recording, I caught my subjects slipping from my viewfinder (Salim’s head got trimmed a few times) as I tried to look at them and not my phone or camera.

First and foremost: I am a fan. I am here to drink these experiences up; get enough to inoculate myself against the screaming mundanity I will return to on Monday. I have to maintain balance. I am here for my friends. I am here to see and hear for them while they lose themselves in the music. But I need a piece; a peace for me.

Yesterday was busy.

We got to our hotel sometime nearing one. Check in at four. I follow the rules, fear those in authority even if it’s just the authority to say, “No, you can’t have your room. CAN’T YOU READ?? It’s too early!”

Well, it’s never been a problem before…

Except today the hotel’s computers are down (since 11, I learn later). Absolutely no check ins. Get comfy. So we hunker down in the lobby. Doug reads. I watch General Hospital and then some inane talk show. Every now and then I watch another guest told the no check in news. They get huffy. Or they pick another place to wait and hunker like us.

Just as I’m starting to catastrophize about the computers NEVER coming back up and therefore them NEVER checking anyone in (leaving us stranded in Austin with no place to stay just like we found ourselves back in 2018 when we first fell in with Salim), we are allowed a room. A little after 3 - still early!

Doug tries to sleep, but he’s a realtor and therefore always on call. His phone doesn’t let him sleep. At this point, Salim messages us and tells us load in is at 4:30: we’re welcome to come up any time. So thoughts of rest and any chance for me to write or start to sort my pictures is abandoned. We get cleaned up and head to the venue.

[The] Parish is a nondescript stone building with a small sign and an even smaller marquee… that none of the bands were as of yet placed upon.

We are there closer to 5:30, but load in seems to be taking place right then so we fall in line and start grabbing things to take in. John Dufilho is there. He’s smiling and friendly again just like last night. Glad for the help, he hands me some small drum cases that I take in. They are the smallest of what is left. I remember trying to pick up Salim’s pedal case on our first trip together. It was like trying to pick up Thor’s hammer… my soul briefly left my body. Equipment is… heavy. Yeah. The curb sign announcing the tacos and other delicacies to be had inside has fallen over. I pick it up and set it back on its feet. Helpful! Sings a Disney movie refrain in my head. Satisfied, I head in.

Salim is there. The merch table is set up by the bar. He’s hung some of his shirts up already. Doug takes his place and starts arranging things. More merch appears as the musicians file by and deposit it: shirts for the Deathray Davies and John and June (Dufilho’s singing duo with his daughter), vinyl, CDs. Joe Reyes materializes like a ninja at some point and leaves us Buttercup albums without us even seeing.

The venue is lovely. 400 capacity, Salim says, but that’s not immediately obvious as there is an upstairs and a downstairs.

The soundcheck is the most thorough I've witnessed in my time with Salim. Each musician (and just like last night, the stage is overrun with them) is given a chance to ask for what they need. More of this. Less of that. Can I have more vocal in my monitor? Maybe this is too loud? Yes, but there will be drums momentarily. This will fight everything for attention. A small, curly haired woman is in the balcony flipping switches, knobs up, knobs down (I'm imagining. She floats around later tweaking things on an IPAD -- the whole thing is probably a great deal more digital than I am picturing.) The sound promises to be exceptional. Occasionally I'm asked how it sounded. You guys do The Thing, make the music, it might as well be sorcery to my untrained ear. Still - it sounded excellent.

Buttercup's van has unceremoniously died outside. Their bass player is outside trying to oversee the situation while the sound check proceeds. Joe picks up the bass and checks on his behalf (Doug tells me this enigmatic, goateed figure may or may not be called "Odie" - I could Google, but this would ruin the mystic.)

I am trying to play catch up. I adjourn to my corner by merch and start writing up San Antonio by squinting self consciously squinting at my phone (I can't imagine what it looked like - being glued to my phone all night. I'd hate to think anyone thought I wasn't paying attention. Every time I'm at a show, every fiber of my being is sucking up the music. Osmosis. Grabbing particles of the music as they float by. Repairing my damaged bit. Patching my DNA with notes and melodies.)

At some point, Salim admonishes me to eat... like I didn't last night. I pick out some random stuff from the taco corner by the door. It appears after awhile. Random thing for me, random thing for Doug. It's both molten hot and hellaciously spicy. I will pay for this, but it's so so good.

Each night the line up shuffles. Night one it was Salim -> Deathray Davies -> Buttercup. Tonight it's Buttercup -> Salim -> Deathray Davies. I write through most of Buttercup. Doug tells me QUICK, Joe is doing something interesting that would make an awesome photo. I run up to the stage in enough time to see Joe unfold himself from a sort of backbend on one of his bandmates. I did miss it. And dammit, Doug was right. It would have made an excellent photo.

If you get a chance to have a look at Buttercup with your ears, I've been trying to think of an apt description. I came up with Neil Young meets REM. I asked Doug - one far more knowledgeable than me about such - if the Pixies would be appropriate to throw in there too. He responded, "Art Rock." "Is that a thing?" "Well... there's Art Punk so I'm assuming Art Rock exists too." Lead Erik is energetic and unique in his delivery. I call it Lou Reed-ing. You'll see. Go look.

Time for Salim et all approaches. I briefly consider going upstairs. I shot Live (the band, not the concept) from a balcony once and it turned out very well, but I didn't have the option of being near the stage for that show. I'll stay. Climbing the stairs sounds like effort and performers rarely glace at the balcony so you lose that closer line-of-sight angle.

The thing that made this stage so attractive to me as a photographer and spectator actually ended up being Salim's downfall. Literally.

The stage is long. This offers many different places to stand and gaze unobstructed at the performers. The stage is also narrow. Jammed with every peformers' gear (Salim already mentioned the forest of microphones he was lost in at some point while on stage), the possible tripping hazards rear up large.

And right as the band launches in to song number one, a up tempo track from the new album, "(I Can't Take) Another Heartbreak"... Salim trips... starts to recover... and topples backward in majestic slow motion. I don't know what to do with my camera. I can't even verify my memory is correct and that was the song playing. I have not gone back to review the footage (I put my camera down sort of. Do I stop filming? I was at the Texas Frightmare Weekend where Meatloaf fell off the stage and broke his collarbone. Footage of that exists as well and that shooter was subsequently ostracized from the horror community for selling it to media outlets). I, personally, have a low tolerance for things that would cause me to instantly cease existing and... yea... (a similar piece of footage has hopefully decayed to VHS dust. A band concert from the 6th grade where someone behind me thought it would be the height of hilarity to pull me chair out from under me causing me to fall spectacularly and be hit - and subsequently, massively bruised - by the baritone saxophone I was wielding). But Salim, thank goodness is not me. He recovers and goes back to his aerobic bouncing. He seems a little slower. I worry that he is brushing off being secretly hurt, but it appears that the wind was just knocked out of him for a minute. He's fine.

I ask him later just to be sure. He's fine and grateful not to have been impaled on any number of the pointy things that were on stage at the time.

The show is fantastic as per standard. I do worry about Marty (worrying is just a thing I do. I figure if I can worry about something on your behalf, perhaps you won't have to or it won't affect you at all. It's my gift to you as your neurotic friend.) Marty is far (pausing to Google stage terms... I don't know my right from left on a good day, I certainly don't remember stage terms. High School theatre was a loooong time ago) stage left. He is turned the opposite way as the rest of the performers. Doug says it was a little harder to notice in San Antonio last night, but the stage is long tonight and it's easy to spot differences. He's got cheat sheets (he verifies this later -- it's understandable, he points out that he is using a different guitar, different pedals, singing and playing on different songs than he is used to). But it looks like he is apart from the rest of the band. I worry people will think that he's separating himself from the group, that he's not "in to it," when I know for a fact that he is.

So much time has passed. I used to watch this man on stage with his Former Band. I rooted for Other Guitarist (I learned later this was incorrect when I actually spoke to him and he was not... nice... that particular night) as is my way. I pick out the member of the band that appears underappreciated and champion them, if only in my mind. Marty was flashy. I called his style "showboating." He was always "on" when on stage. His band was comprised of multiple strong personalities thrown together at the peak of young adulthood, the cusp of fame and all the unsurety and ensuing weirdness that brought.

Just know that what you perceive is not always correct. Insert that in to any situation.

MWP is now my father's age. Weathered by 20 more years of experiencing (the first time I saw him was 2002. I can't even conceive. I was just barely old enough to see them in a bar serving alcohol... and now I'm 42: old enough to laugh when I get carded in the same situations). But I still see that "showboat" glint in his eyes, wicked smile, arch of those vagabond eyebrows. I am so glad to know this Marty.

I'm treated to "Let Go" again. Tonight it doesn't make me cry. I feel better. I haven't thought about my personal garbage all day. Salim and his friends weave their magic. I feel better. I feel.. good.

Salim heads back to merch. I know what he will say as I've watched two or three others ask him on his path to us, but I ask anyway: "Are you ok??" He's assures me he is.

Deathray Davies bulldoze in and work their magic again just like last night. People rock out. People dance. Joyful, gentle thrashing. I take what turn out later to be some excellent pictures of them. Tonight is the maiden voyage of the lens I purchased after our trip to The Caverns in May where I got to shoot Marty's former band thanks to a photo pass from one of the Nice Guitarists (the other one... the one that wasn't particularly nice is gone now.) One other woman had a photo pass so I watched her and tried to do what she did. She was a... *professional*. SHE had a lens like this.

At the end of their set, John requests as many people from the other bands to join them as possible. At first, no one seems to pay attention. I tell Salim he was requested. I don't think he heard. They do another song with no joining them. John calls out again. This time people come. Salim ends up back up on the stage, jubilantly shaking maracas for two more songs.

Then it's over.

I watch everyone start to file out. Watch lights come up and the deconstruction process begins. Miles of cords are wound. Instruments back in cases. Doug packs merch back up. It's a relief to know this is as far as we go. The merch goes off with others unlike when we are with Salim and Rhett Miller and we retain the merch and all the responsibilities inherent therein.

Doug approaches John Dufilho to give over the Davies’ cash and the night’s merch accounting. Here John pays me one of the biggest compliments I’ve ever received. He apologizes. He has been remiss in investigating us. He sees the videos I post on Facebook. Do we have albums? Are we on Spotify? *blush*. No sir, we have more guitars than we have talent. He doesn’t believe it. Somehow I bring up that I just love music. Love to sing. If it could ever be arranged to jam at Salim’s again (we partook in an impromptu jam in 2019) we should do that. He is agreeable.

Back to the hotel. I promise I will write.

I shoot off a message to John… not the writing I intended. I tell him that I treasure the compliment he paid us - a real musician thought I was a musician too. *starry eyes* I tell him that I wield a camera and sometimes a pen instead of a guitar. But I am here to do anything in the service of music (when he responds later he’ll tell me we have that in common: anything for music).

I fall in to bed without producing another productive word.

End of night two.

#salim nourallah #singer #songwriter #producer #dallas #texas #austin #parish #album relase #nuclear winter #the church #jason garner #joe reyes #john dufilho #buttercup #deathray davies

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 5 months

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SP's 150 Fanfic Celebration Masterlist Completed.

More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical💉 Triggering material🚩

A Cold Desert Night❤❤

"You built me a blanket fort?" With Angel Reyes, requested by @daydreaming-belle

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A Bird's Eye View💦 💦

"Eyes on me or this stops.” With Billy Russo, requested by @sweetserendipity65

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The Hazards of the Job😨 ❤

"How did you get that bruise?" With Valeria Garza, requested by anon.

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Fashionably Late💦❤

"Spin for me." and "Come on now, don't be like that." With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

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In Other Words, I Love You❤ ❤

"I like this song, dance with me?" With Guero, requested by @daydreaming-belle

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Lavender Bath Drops😨❤❤

"I'm going to run you a bath, and you're not going to do anything." and "Where did you get those bruises?" With Simon 'Ghost' Riley, requested by @bringinsexybackk69

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Bath Oil and Bubbles❤❤

"I'm going to run you a bath, and you're not going to do anything." and "Can I wash your hair?" With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

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Just the Common Cold😨 ❤❤

"You're sick, why didn't you tell me?" and "Can I just hold you a little longer?" With Billy Russo, requested by @thehumanistsdiary

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When Things Go Wrong💦 😨 ❤

"Be good for me and I won't spank you too hard, unless you want me to." and "You're having a panic attack." With Phillip Graves, requested by @candy616

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The Northern Lights❤

"It's snowing." With Kate Lawswell, requested by anon.

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A Possessive Display ❤💦

"How drunk are you?" and "Eyes on me or this stops." With Simon Riley, requested by @candy616

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A Comforting Embrace😨 ❤

"Can I just hold you a little longer?" With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

#jax teller #raymond smith #frank castle #billy russo #karen page #simon ghost riley #simon riley #phillip graves #kate laswell #valeria garza #terry bruno #mike duarte #joe velasco #lyla winston #angel reyes #manny mayans mc #guero mayans mc #sp's 150 fanfic celebration

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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The Holiday Bingo Card is Complete!!!!

Here is what we have coming up!

26th Nov: Saint Michael - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank returns something important to you - BINGO SQUARE: GIFT EXCHANGE

1st Dec: Montana - Cowboy!Terry Bruno x Reader - Terry doesn't expect to receieve a holiday card from you. BINGO SQUARE: HOLIDAY CARDS

2nd Dec: Better - Bobby Goren x Reader - You're trapped in a car with a broken heater in the middle of winter. BINGO SQUARE: SHARING A SCARF

3rd Dec: Look After You - Johnny 'Coco' Cruz x Reader - Coco takes care of you when your struck down with a cold. BINGO SQUARE: COLD/FLU SEASON

8th Dec: Black Satin (NSFW) - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop finds a surprise when he's helping you with the holiday gifts. BINGO SQUARE: HOLIDAY SHOPPING

10th Dec: Home Alone (NSFW) - Priest!Joe x Reader - Joe doesn't expect a guest this Christmas. BINGO SQUARE: SPENDING CHRISTMAS ALONE

11th Dec: Candy Cane - Chibs x Reader - You turn out to be a distraction whilst gift wrapping. BINGO SQUARE: FLANNEL PJS

13th Dec: Heaven in Hiding - Mike Duarte x Reader - You find Mike hiding out during the holiday party. BINGO SQUARE: WORK HOLIDAY PARTY

15th Dec: End of the Line - Hank Loza x Reader - You and Hank make a realisation about your relationship. BINGO SQUARE: HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

16th Dec: Gingerbread - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop comforts you when you discover your limitations. BINGO SQUARE: BAKING

19th Dec: Snow - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop asks you a question that's been on his mind recently. BINGO SQUARE: PLAYING IN THE SNOW

20th Dec: The Fight Before Christmas - Sam Abrams x Reader - Sam and get into a fight after he discovers you've been keeping a secret from him. BINGO SQUARE: THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

23rd Dec: Traditions - Angel Reyes x Reader - Angel goes overboard on Valeria's first Christmas. BINGO SQUARE: DECORATIONS

24th Dec: Special Delivery - Tig Trager x Reader - Tig's babymoon doesn't go as planned. BINGO SQUARE: WINTER CABIN

26th Dec: Hot Chocolate - Alden Parker x Reader - Alden and you discuss what happened a few nights ago. BINGO SQUARE: FIRST SNOW

27th Dec: This is the Year - Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader - Juice takes his new years resolution very seriously. BINGO SQUARE: RESOLUTION

28th Dec: LakeTahoe!Series Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Manny x Reader - You meet Manny in a lodge in Lake Tahoe. - Companion piece to End of the Line. BINGO SQUARE: SLEDDING

31st Dec: Fireworks - Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Taza discovers why Ben hates New Year's. BINGO SQUARE: NEW YEARS

2nd Jan: BlackIce!Series Part One: Black Ice - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank returns home after hearing about your accident. BINGO SQUARE: ICE

7th Jan: Mount Shasta (NSFW) - Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Ben surprises Taza with a trip away. BINGO SQUARE: BLIZZARD/SNOWED IN

#taza romero #Manny x reader #frank castle x reader #juice ortiz x reader #alden parker x reader #tig trager x reader #chibs telford x reader #mike duarte x reader #joe velasco x reader #terry bruno x reader #bishop losa x reader #angel reyes x reader #sam abrams x reader #hank loza x reader #bobby goren x reader #coco cruz x reader

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