Song Review: Billy Strings & Molly Tuttle - “Listen to the Radio”

Molly Tuttle should’ve received top billing on her new joint with Billy Strings.

Though the alphabet is likely to blame, it still is worth pointing out that Tuttle is the lead voice and her subtle guitar playing is at least as important as Strings’ as they weave the threads of Nanci Griffith’s “Listen to the Radio” into a melancholic, but hopeful, cover.

When you can’t find a friend, you’ve still got the radio, the pair sing on the chorus.

The track follows John Prine and Kelsey Waldon’s take on “Love at the Five & Dime” and Emmylou Harris’ “Love Wore a Halo (Back before the War)” ahead of the forthcoming (Sept. 22) More than a Whisper: Celebrating the Music of Nanci Griffith; the singer/songwriter died in 2021.

For their part, Tuttle and Strings slow and strip down Griffith’s original, perhaps to create a eulogy in song. Even if that wasn’t the intent, it’s the touching result.

Grade card: Billy Strings & Molly Tuttle - “Listen to the Radio” - B

9/5/23

Antonio Fargas - 🎶 It's Christmas

The Christmas Season makes all kinds of music endeavours come out of the woodwork, trying to cash in on the phenomenon of Christmas Music. Antonio Fargas was known in the '70s for his role as informant Huggy Bear in the TV Series Starsky & Hutch. Capitalizing on the popularity of this character, a Christmas single was released.

Taylors wift is just elon musk for horse girls and gays who are afraid of faggots

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/41pu2j0alrvmmqq/AADcNEo2K-fsdlacFfuXnKtva?dl=0

Above is the link to an audio file with Palestinian music, read-aloud poetry, storytelling, and excerpts from speeches on history and liberation. It was gathered by Radio Al Hara, an internet radio station broadcast from Ramallah, Bethlehem, and Amman in Jordan, founded during the pandemic as a way to connect during isolation. “Al Hara” means ​“the neighbourhood” in Arabic. From the river to the sea! 🇵🇸

artist cred; wandering_nicky || IG

Distorted visions of my demons My reflection has no meaning

I whisper secrets to my mirror, And in the silence, I see you clearer

Chained to this place, stay here with me A silent plea to set you free

You see my shadow in the hallways I've been lost here in this dark haze

- Secrets // Amira Elfeky

i will never get over the fact that jensen wrote a song about castiel from dean’s pov. and he called it watching over me AND like…..it’s so fucking romantic????? i think that’s actually one of the most insane things (in a long list of really insane things) that’s happened post finale.

man there's something so painfully unique about the relationship with someone in your same system

like. hi. we're strangers. I know everything about you. I've seen you maybe twice in my life. I know every edge of your being viscerally. I've walked in the same skin as you. I love you inherently. I barely know you. I know you. more than anyone ever could. I'm walking the exact same existence as you. I've lived in your skin.

We've barely been introduced.

Here we are. In this terrible experiment. We're in this together, and fuck if that isn't terrifying.

there's something so painfully unique about the relationship with someone in your same system.

you know?

I postponed watching the last episode to make this...

what's a favor between friends 💕

Ratoon’s new single “My Money” is a track about the current climate. The government and current climate seem to be inflating the cost of living and the working man seem to be having their hard earned money taken away. Whether it’s increased tax and electric, to gas to heat their home. The song is delivered with attitude and angst in traditional Ratoon style, topped with a slick brass accompaniment. The Welsh Valleys have a rich history of producing some of the best bands globally, Ratoon plan to carry on the prestigious heritage.

Think youthful arrogance, raucous guitars, explosive drums and anthemic vocals soaked in enough saturation to get you sweating and begging for more. That’s Ratoon! Formed with the use of social media during the testing times of the pandemic, South Wales based Ratoon, aim to make some noise with a dangerously rebellious sonic concoction of British rock. Ratoon is composed of Jack Garrett (Lead Singer & Rhythm Guitar), Sam Davies (Lead Guitar), Matti Huxtable (Bass), and Eifion Davies (Drums).

I put together these podcast recommendations based on books a while ago, enjoy (they also work the other way around, I highly recommend these books, I made it my life's mission to make people read radio silence, it's SUCH a great book and it got me into Welcome to Night Vale and podcasts in general. Thank you Alice Oseman)

i'm never good at summarizing things but I tried my best lol

There’ve been a few responses to/reblogs with tags on my post about DIY clothing embellishments that basically boil down to ‘I’d love to do this but I’m scared it’ll turn out bad/I’m not a good enough artist’. And I get it, I really do! I also want my art things to turn out nicely. But also...making it badly is sort of the point of punk DIY. 

Listen. We live in a world that would dearly love to charge you a subscription fee for breathing. The bastards are doing everything they possibly can to figure out how to turn art - stories, visual art, music, textile/fibre art, sculpture, crafts and creations of every kind - into a neat, discrete, packageable commodity, a product they can chop up into little pieces and stick behind a paywall so they can charge you for every drop of it you want to have in your life. 

The whole sneering idea that ‘everybody wants to be some kind of creator now’ and anything less than absolute mastery right out the gate is somehow shameful and embarrassing is a tool those bastards are using. It’s a way to reinforce the idea that only a set group of people can create and control art, and everybody else has to buy it. 

But art isn’t a product. Art is a fundamental human impulse. Nobody is entitled to a specific piece of art (which is where this message gets skewed into pitting people who love art against the artists who make it, while the bastards screw us all and run away with the money). But making art belongs to everybody. We make up songs and dances and stories, and paint things, and make clothes, and embellish them, and carve flowers into our furniture and our lintels and our doorframes, and make windows out of tiny pieces of coloured glass, and decorate our homes and our bodies and our lives with things we make and make up, simply for the love of beauty and of the act of creation. Grave goods from tens of thousands of years ago show that ancient hominids gave their dead wreaths of ceramic flowers, tattooed their bodies, beaded their shoes. Making things for the sake of beauty and enjoyment is one of the most ancient and human things we can do. 

The idea that we can’t, that we have to buy shit instead, because art is a product and you have to have the bestest prettiest most perfect product, is the enemy of joy. It’s the death of culture. And it means that, instead of whatever it is that you cherish and enjoy and value, you get whatever inoffensive (and to whom is it inoffensive?) bland meaningless samey-samey crap that the bastards want you to be allowed to have. What are you missing and what are you missing out on, if you don’t make or modify or decorate anything for yourself, if you don’t think you can because the product at the end won’t be polished or perfect or marketable enough? What do you lose? What do we lose? 

It is a desperately vital and necessary thing for you to make shit. For you to know that you can make shit, that you don’t have to just lie back and take whatever pablum the bastards want to force-feed you (and charge you through the nose for). That the bastards need you more than you need them. 

Become ungovernable. Be your own weirdly-endearing punk little freak. Paint on a t-shirt. Sing off-key in the shower or at karaoke night or at open mic night. Make up a story where you get to meet your favourite fictional character and you guys hug or fuck or punch each other in the face. Make art. Do it badly. Do it frequently. Do it enthusiastically. Do it for love and joy and creativity and fun and the spiteful joy of thumbing your nose at some smug motherfucker with a Swiss bank account who wants to track your heartbeat and location for the rest of your life in order to automatically pump AI-generated beats matched to your mood into your earbuds for a small monthly subscription fee of $24.99/month. It is literally the only way we are ever going to have even a chance to save art and our own lives from the bastards. 

So. Paint that t-shirt. 

(Also support artists where you can, and buy your music from Bandcamp.)

angel listens to the radio

Headcanon! The hypnosis effect dampens with alcohol. Alastor fortifies with a shot of absinthe if he's expecting to be in close proximity to Vox. It has an effect like making a sound under water. You hear, but you can't really make it out.

Vox: (walks into an Overlord meeting)

Alastor: Ah, fuck. (pulls an entire bottle of vodka out of his coat and chugs the whole thing)

in distress. stuck in universe city. send help.

last drawing for ace awareness week! i always say that aled last is so gender but i am also enthralled by their hints of demisexuality throughout heartstopper/radio silence and the fruition of it in his coming out scene with daniel. love aspec representation in the osemanverse, ty alice <3

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