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klaineownsmysoul · 1 year

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D is solely performing at cafe Carlyle let's showhorn his 'so' in... Were celebrating snixxmas in honor of a friend who has passed away let's shoehorn C's so in... I don't understand these people.. like read the room, read the event, the atmosphere... Stop shoehorning people in who have nothing to do with the context of the event.

That's my dream, anon. That's my dream. To have D and/or C be able to participate in an event and actually have the press be about them and their talents without the constant, unnecessary, and unwelcome additions of their respective plus ones. My goodness wouldn't that be a treat and a half?

Up until a few months ago, C’s pr had a much more subtle tone to it when it came to his plus one. He was mentioned and would show up in a few pics (though there was an awful lot of AF around to pose in between them and to me, they always looked more like buds than boyfriends) but it wasn’t the overwhelming jesus fuck here we go again feeling like I have with D. But we’ve gotten more of him and them in the past few months alone than we did in the last few years combined and its had all of the smoothness and lack of subtlety that I usually attribute to D’s team. And this instance would be a perfect example of a situation where his presence isn’t necessary at all and feels off. We get it. Stop beating all of us over the head with it and move the fuck on already.

D's shitty team has zero idea how to market him outside of 2 ways: the super duper straightest dude bro who's ever lived or a pretentious-sounding hipster douche. Both of those versions of him, of course, are centered around his amazing lady of many moons and the life of special togetherness that they share and what fan of D's doesn't want to hear about that all day every day? The fact that his professional achievements are back burnered so we can learn important things like what he does when the little wifey falls asleep is moot. None of us should care about things that don't heavily involve her because really - what's the point? Why spend time on things like his music and letting him talk about the things that matter to him when we can hear stories about the time she peed herself at a concert or her gross bar? Just as long as she's mentioned somehow and gets her daily dose of free promo for doing jack shit. That Sunday article was such a pathetic joke. You know the thing that was missing from all of the name-dropping? The baby. Funny how he and the little wifey have time and energy to go to all of these funky places on the weekends but never once did it sound like these are places they would bring their kid. Because they’re not. They seem to want to maintain their carefree party hardy lifestyle even with a new baby at home and don’t seem to care otherwise. A few choice pics from one trip aren’t going to change the past. And we’ve now got references to her being in the audience at his shows because of course she is because nothing is ever allowed to be just about D. The topic at hand doesn’t matter; somehow someway she will be shoehorned into whatever is being discussed. Its an endless cycle that gets sadder with each passing day and continues to prove how empty her life really is if she’s not hanging off of D’s career.

#anonymous

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writerchickmarie · 11 months

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John Lloyd Young - To Vegas, With Love - From New York

What happens in Vegas...doesn’t always stay in Vegas.

When it involves a John Lloyd Young show, those of us who are there in person at The Space share our thoughts and happiness on social media and other places. And for those who couldn’t be there in the building, there was a livestream so they could be part of the fun - and enjoy this special set.

JLY and his musical director, Jacquelyn Schreiber, debuted this set at Cafe Carlyle in NYC, earning rave reviews across the board. So, they decided to bring it to Sin City to share with the other coast, and to livestream so more people could experience it. It was phenomenal at the Carlyle...and has gotten even better here. That’s quite a feat - to improve upon perfection.

JLY started strong right out of the gate with his always outstanding version of “My Prayer”, then moved into Roy Orbison’s “Love Hurts”, wringing every bit of emotion from the song with the unique cry in his voice.

Then came the lush, beautiful “I Have Dreamed”, which is always a favorite. JLY is a master at connecting with the live audience in front of him along with the camera for the livestream audience, moving seamlessly between the two. Next up was his wistful rendition of Little Anthony’s “I’m On The Outside Looking In”, followed by a knockout version of Stevie Wonder’s “Knocks My Off My Feet”, complete with audience participation.

Before the next song, JLY addressed the livestream audience, telling them what he was about to do was incentive for them to come to a performance in person. He then worked his way around the room with “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me”, which is a thrill for all of us every single time. He followed that up with his iconic “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”, better than ever and done to perfection.

The next section of songs was even more special, and each tune took your breath away as JLY performed it. “Let There Be Love”, first made popular by Nat King Cole, was rich and smooth, and also showcased Jacquelyn’s stellar jazz piano skills. JLY’s stories added to the vibe, especially as he performed “Moody’s Mood For Love”, taking all of us back to that moment in the Jersey Boys movie - Bob Gaudio’s declaration that he really needed to write for that voice. And it’s even more true for JLY’s voice. He also took us back to a serendipitous personal moment with this song, as a sign that he got the part in Jersey Boys. And the rest is history!

“My Eyes Adored You” is stronger than ever, and enriched by Jacquelyn’s beautiful harmony vocals. And JLY’s haunting version of “I Only Have Eyes For You” pulls on the heartstrings on a higher level, staying in your mind long after the evening’s performance.

The two songs that followed were also on another level. This arrangement of “The Air That I Breathe” is beyond breathtaking, with truly out of this world vocals. “Both Sides Now” is unique and thoughtful, each verse building upon the one before in a different way. JLY’s voice and Jaquelyn’s creative arrangements are stunning and pair so well together.

We completed the set with “Maybe I’m Amazed”, which is a personal favorite of mine, and better than the original. (Sorry, Sir Paul!) And JLY, of course, closed out the performance with “Sherry”, with all of us on our feet, singing along, and feeling all of the joy of the evening.

I hope we continue to experience this set often, as every song is impeccably done and the perfect showcase of all of JLY’s talents. The magic continues to grow, as we grow with him - from coast to coast and beyond. I can’t wait to see where the journey leads next!

#john lloyd young #john lloyd young friends #concert review #las vegas

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scotianostra · 1 year

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Happy 57th Birthday Scottish actress Shirley Henderson.

Shirley was born 24th November 1965 in Forres, Moray, but grew up in Kincardine, Fife, she began performing young and at the age of 13 found herself singing in a boxing ring between bouts after winning a local singing competition going on to sing in the local working men’s clubs on Saturday nights and Sunday afternoons. Reading through a few interviews I found it interesting that her big days out as a youngster was going to the York Cafe in the town I live, Falkirk, the cafe is still there, but has been through a few changes in ownership since I came here 8 years ago.

Anyway back to the lass herself, after deciding upon acting as a career, she uprooted to London to study at the Guildhall School of Music and Drama.

After graduating in 1986 Henderson embarked upon a stage career that included spells at the National Theatre, the Royal Court, the Traverse, Hampstead, the Citizens, and the Whitehall Theatre.

I first remember her in Hamish Macbeth where she played Isobel Sutherland, who was head over heels in Robert Carlyle's character, though he didn’t know it, she bowed out in the penultimate episode.

There are very different roles that you might remember Shirley from, in my case she played Gail in the two Trainspotting films, if you need another reminder who she was, well remember Spud’s girlfriend and the incident with “dirty” bedding that he wanted to was and got into a tugging contest?

Other film fans will know Shirley as Moaning Myrtle in a couple of the Harry Potter films. Romcom fans will know her for her role as Jude in Bridget Jones’s Diary who is always in the ladies’ room crying about her boyfriend.

She has of course been in numerous other shows and films including Wish Me Luck, Casualty, The Bill, Rob Roy, Dr Who, Once Upon a Time in the Midlands, Happy Valley and she plays Lucille Hardy, wife of Oliver Hardy about the comedy duo, called Stan and Ollie.

Shirley is a busy lassie, she has recently been in Lovely Little Farm, on Apple TV, The 2022 comedy mystery film See how they run, and the excellent Channel 5 drama The House Across the Street.

Next up for oor Shirley is a new adaptation of Tom Jones, from the makers of Poldark, it is of course based on Henry Fielding's 1749 novel, Dune: The Sisterhood as prequel to the original for HBO Max and a Brit-flic set in London, The Trouble with Jessica is a comedy about the dissolving relationship of two couples.

Shirley has a great attitude and has said;

“ I never get the tall, blonde, glamorous roles because I'm not tall, blonde and glamorous. I'm more the wee, disturbing characters because of the way I look or sound.” And as a Scot;

“I like doom and gloom with a sense of humour. Maybe it's a Scottish thing, we like to undercut indulgence with a laugh.” And on fame;

“I like to be left alone,” she tells me at one point. “I’m happy to be anonymous and just to lead my own wee quiet life.”

#Scotland #scottish #actress #tv #theatre #film #movie #Harry Potter

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preciousprongs · 1 year

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Go check out me ( @preciousprongs ) and @ocean-wave-blues started a Lockwood and Co. fanfic! It’s a fame AU. Go check it out and leave a comment of kudo:)

You know it’s always you

Authors- preciousprongs & oceanwave_blues

Pairing- Lucy Carlyle & Anthony Lockwood

Lucy Joan Carlyle was fine. She was sure of it. She was happy. She has a great best friend, great life, great house. Well, calling it a house was a stretch. She had a great apartment. She was great. Absolutely great. In fact, the thought that anyone could think that she was less than great was one she resented deeply.

George Karim disagrees. Strongly. He believes Lucy lives in a place of delusion so far away that pigs flying are the norm. Needless to say, George is correct.

Or: Locklyle AU where Lucy owns a Bookshop/Cafe threatening to go out of business (hell yeah, two tropes in one :)) and Lockwood is an actor starring in an adaptation of one of George’s books.

Find on ao3

Gif @manikas-whims

#anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #locklyle #lucy carlyle #george karim #flo bones #lucy x lockwood #fanfic #lockwood gifs #locklye fanfic #lockwood & co

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jennyboom21 · 2 years

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Which one of y’all wrote this?!?

It’s exquisite!

But I’m here for one reason and one reason alone.

Dianna Agron.

You probably know Dianna Agron from “Glee,” or “Shiva Baby,” or being an incredibly hot Jew recently interviewed by Hey Alma. I’ve been a fan of hers since “Glee,” since I watched her sing and dance in a revealing cheerleading uniform. There aren’t many things you can pinpoint with accuracy in your life, but I’m pretty sure I can say this with full confidence: Dianna Agron made me gay.

The crowd is mixed. There are a few groups of young women, one very fashionable young guy. They all have a queer air about them, and I know I’m not just projecting: I can hear their conversations and they are gay.

At first I think most people in attendance tonight will be Gleeks, at least the young ones. I mean, why else would you pay to see Dianna Agron sing at a fancy hotel? That shit’s expensive. Later that night, when I told my friend’s mum I saw jazz at the Carlyle, she told me I got a “real New York experience.” Young people can’t afford that! Unless you’re a dedicated Gleek.

Growing up in 2009 was confusing. I was 14, and being 14 sucked. When “Glee” came along, it was funny and edgy and it was gay. So gay. I say now, only partly as a joke, that “Glee” made me gay. Not in a malicious, gay-agenda kind of way, but more in a “this is the first time I see gay people on screen and now I realize they exist” kind of way. Quinn Fabray, Agron’s character, was my favorite. And that shit was confusing. Quinn was a devout Christian, blonde and blue-eyed and villainous yet infinitely likable. I was drawn to Agron, and her character, in a way I didn’t fully understand yet. Why was I obsessed with this gorgeous, impeccable woman? Why did looking at her make my stomach flutter? I followed Agron from project to project, watching literally anything and everything she appeared in. And that includes an ad for a Nintendo 3DS. I was obsessed. And unknowingly, I was very gay.

Dianna Agron is late, by almost 15 minutes.

I’ve got nothing to do but scan the room. I’m not sure why older people are here. The folks next to me are middle-aged and seemingly heterosexual. There are elderly people at the bar across from me. There are finance guys with their done-up girlfriends. Middle-aged couples with their 20-something daughters. Queers. Me. A woman reading the Wall Street Journal. A regular swapping family updates with the bartender.

This is the power of Dianna. She brings us together.

Dinner and a show at the Carlyle seems like it exists in a different era, like I’ve stepped into a portal and come out into 19-dickety-2. Dianna has that vibe, too. That old school charm, the timelessness to her features. Like you could find her likeness in a Buzzfeed article titled “25 Pictures of Bona Fide Ellis Island Hotties.” She wouldn’t look out of place in furs and a fancy cigarette holder. I realize I’ve just described Cruella de Ville. I guess that’s my epitome of old school fancy. I try to lean in.

I order a gin and tonic and it is mostly gin. I’ve barely eaten all day and my head is starting to spin. It’s either the alcohol or my body can sense that Dianna is near.

Finding out celebrities are Jewish is always weirdly exciting. Finding out Dianna Agron is Jewish when I was 14 was like finding out Santa is real and also he’s your distant cousin. Sure, there was absolutely no reason for our paths to ever cross; the chances of successful-actress-who-lives-in-L.A. Dianna Agron meeting me, a kid from Australia who attended an all girls’ Chabad school, were literally zero. But when I realized we were both Jewish, anything felt possible: a Shabbat meal we miraculously both attend, a performance of “Fiddler” on Broadway where we happen to sit next to one another. The Jewish world is impossibly small, and by some strange twist of fate, we are both in it.

It never happens, of course. No Shabbat, no random meet-cute. The closest I get is my friend meeting her in a cafe in Jerusalem a few years ago. I think it’s for the best. Imagine getting close enough to Dianna Agron that you could talk to her; I don’t think I’d be able to cope.

I come within mere inches of Dianna Agron.

She enters the room and stands right next to me, waiting for her musical cue. Her band has already taken the stage (her violinist and cellist are HOT. Like, hot hot). Wall Street Journal Lady is watching the stage, asks me if she’s obstructing my view of the band. She literally does not realize Dianna Agron is standing right next to us. Literally, right next to us. Like I could reach out and tap her on the shoulder and ask if she comes here often.

Thank God I’m wearing a mask, I decide, as Dianna takes to the stage and starts to sing. Otherwise everyone would be able to see this dumb fucking smile that stays on my face for the rest of the night.

I’m going to be honest with you, I don’t listen to a lot of jazz. Up until this night, my favorite jazz is H. Jon Benjamin’s comedy album. But now I love jazz. Jazz is the best. It suits Dianna’s voice so perfectly. I think it’s absolutely criminal that all those years on “Glee” and she didn’t sing any jazz. She sang a funk song, but no jazz. She sang showtunes, but no jazz.

A crime. A crime against humanity and Dianna Agron stans.

Her voice has a sultry quality, and that is the first time I’ve ever used that word. She hits low notes in a way that hits me straight in the chest. She scrunches her nose as she smiles in a way that I recognize from online performances I’ve obviously watched before.

When your personality is formed by pop culture, seeing a celebrity almost feels like seeing an old friend. I know, logically, this isn’t true; Dianna Agron does not know me, and I do not know her. But I know a version of her, the version she puts on in interviews. When she laughs throughout the show, I know that laugh. I’ve seen the smile she throws at the audience dozens of times before. This is what this is, at its core, I decide. Old friends. A whole room of them, watching their queen bee.

Dianna doesn’t look like a lot of the Jews I know. It’s something the Jewish media loves to talk about, somewhat saltily. Dianna Agron, always the non-Jewish bridesmaid and never the bride under the chuppah. Obviously, I first knew her as Quinn Fabray, noted Christian, who bullies Jewish Rachel Berry with a merciless quality some may describe as “small-town antisemitism.” More recently, Agron’s character in “Shiva Baby” is the only non-Jewish character in the whole movie. There’s also that time she played a nun in one of the greatest (and gayest) nun films of all time, “Novitiate”. And who could forget when she played famous Mormon Brandon Flowers’ girlsona in the “Just Another Girl” music video? OK. I’ll stop showing off my impressive Dianna Agron knowledge now.

I’ve spent a lot of time in my life considering what it means to look like a Jew. As a woman, I never had to grow peyos, or wear a kippah and tzitzit like the boys did. My dad would cover his kippah with a baseball cap if we wandered too far from home, and my brother quickly learned to do the same. For a long time, the only way I felt identifiably Jewish was by the knee-length skirts that screamed “Modern Orthodox.” But I stopped wearing skirts years ago. The Chabad boys handing out Shabbat candles in New York only offered me some because I stopped to ask them for directions.

In the Carlyle, there’s nothing that demarcates me as “Jew.” I could, for all intents and purposes, choose to play the role of “non-Jew” for this evening’s performance. But I say a bracha (blessing) before I sip my drink. I read a d’var torah while I wait for the show to begin. And I think, somewhat simply, that actors are not the roles they inhabit.

A waiter brings a cake with a candle into the crowd, and Dianna wishes the recipient a happy birthday. Her crowd work throughout is amazing. She laughs and smirks. I remember I am gay, very gay. At one point she turns her back to the audience and throws us a look over her shoulder. My automatic internal response is “step on me.” At another moment, she tells the audience that she and the band “like applause,” and my internal voice says, “OK, Rachel Berry.” She sings “Our Day Will Come,” which was performed on season six of “Glee,” an episode that she didn’t even appear in. Still, my hand flies to my chest as I hear echoes of the “Glee” version, echoes of Naya Rivera and Darren Criss (the latter who, incidentally, I met after the show. Wild).

I wonder how hard it must be to divorce herself from “Glee,” and from the type of fandom and fans it has spawned. When you have something as big, as iconic and divisive and culturally groundbreaking, attached to your name, it must be hard to feel as though you’re maturing as a performer. Do you expect your fans to mature along with you? Do you expect to pick up more on the way?

There’s no doubt in my mind that Dianna is picking up fans tonight. WSJ Lady is all in, as are the other bar regulars. Who better to spread the gospel of Dianna than Dianna herself?

Her pianist is Jewish, it turns out, and so is her drummer. She doesn’t, like, announce it or anything, but their names are Eden and Itai, so I kind of figure it out, you know?

She tells us she found her drummer on Instagram, scrolling casually.

And yet here I remain — with several mutuals, I might add — unfollowed, Ms. Agron. What’s up with that?

My notes get fewer and farther between from this point on. I’m a few drinks in, the room is too dark and I’m too mesmerized by what’s happening on stage. But here are some important things to know:

she sang in French

her mom cried and she called her out for it

she made a playlist of the songs she performed on Spotify because of course she did

she sang an Eartha Kitt song after the audience demanded two encores

she is wonderful.

Two things happen concurrently. I steal a pen from the hotel bar, and Dianna starts to sing “Moon River.” Without sounding like a crazed stalker, for a single moment in time, she’s singing to me. It might sound pathetic, it might sound insane, but here’s the truth of the matter:

In that moment, I am 16 again. I barely know anything about myself — I’m years away from coming out, and it’s something I’ve chosen to compartmentalize and never think about. I don’t know who I am, I just know who I don’t want to be. But through it all, there’s this person who has a Tumblr she posts on regularly, and she’s on my favorite TV show every week, and she’s pretty in a way that feels normal and Not Gay to obsess over.

Dianna sings “Moon River.” In that moment, as the last bars of the song play, I hold onto 16 as hard as I can.

Here’s the crux of the whole night. I know, when she exits the stage, she has to pass me again. I know. I deliberate all night whether to say, “Thank you, Ms. Agron,” like an absolute fool or stay quiet or what.

Obviously I go with the fool route. She rushes past me. I say thank you, not unlike a kindergartener being forced to thank their parents’ friend for something. She laughs. She says thank you to me.

There you have it. Mission accomplished. I have spoken to Dianna Agron one time.

Am I a changed person? Obviously not. I am who I was at the start of the night, just significantly drunker and with a new pen.

The WSJ lady asks me how I enjoyed it, and I tell her very much so. She also loved it. I ask her if she can airdrop me the videos she took throughout the night (even though we were told not to video!!!) and she says, “Of course!” so now I have the videos on my phone. I sent them to my friend who loves “Glee” just as much, if not more, than I do. But I don’t watch them. Why would I watch them when I experienced the magic first hand?

The Kotzker Rebbe once said that silence is the most beautiful of all sounds.

Clearly he never went to a Dianna Agron jazz show.

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roris-ramblings · 1 year

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AU where The cast of Lockwood and Co. are Circle People Drawings with Arms And Legs (no hands or feet) and They Are All Different Colors but Their Hair Isn’t a Drawing It’s Human Hair Taped To Their Forehead We Can Call It The “McMaster’s AU”

Lucy’s soulless circles that were a sad excuse for eyes looked over to Lockwood’s. His grey skin tone complimented her dark blue complexion.

“Lucy,” he said. “I think you’re quite beautiful. Your circle is symmetrical.”

Lucy was oblivious to the fact that he was flirting with her. “Why, thank you!” She exclaimed.

George sighed. Though he had his unchanging smile, it still managed to look disappointed. His forest green color was perfect in their trio, and it sort of completed the look. He was quite disappointed in his friend’s inability to convey their emotions and understand each others.

“Lucy, I really like you. And I want you to know that.”

Lucy smiled. It didn’t get bigger or anything. It was the smile she had had her entire life. “I like you too, Lockwood!”

Lockwood sighed. “No! Lucy, I-“ he stuttered. “Luce, listen. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my pages with you. I love your laugh and voice, even though our mouths cannot open. I love how perfect the tape to hair ratio is on your forehead.” He touched the end of his right arm to the end of her left arm, a sign of affection in the not even a stick figure, “little Ms.” vibes but drawn by a four-year-old on crack world. “I love the way you float on the page, it’s like no others. I love the angle your hair sticks up. I love the way you care about even the smallest of creatures, except for spiders. I love the way that even when everyone doubted you could talk to that skull in a jar which makes no sense because there are no jars or skulls in this world you proved us wrong. I love your determination. I, Anthony Lockwood, love everything about you, Lucy Carlyle.”

George looked at Lockwood. “Lockwood you are so dead! You told me and Flo that you didn’t like anyone who went to our school at the sleep over Tuesday!”

Lucy glared at George. “WHAT? We aren’t even school, stop running the moment!” Lucy gulped. “Lockwood, I- I like you too. I love you in fact. I love you in fact. I love the perfect shade of dark brown your hair is. I love the sound of your voice early in the morning. I love the way you look when you sleep, with your soulless eyes wide open because we can’t blink. I love-“

Flo cut them off. “Get a room!” She had appeared literally out of thin air because she isn’t real so she can do that. None of them are real, they’re just circle drawings. “Anyway, Locky you need to check the cafe thing I took you too in the TV series’ board out. It had something I think will be useful too you. Oh yeah, and bring George and your little sneaky link.”

“How do you expect me to go to a location if we only exist in a blank piece of paper?” There was a pause. “WAIT. SNEAKY LINK?!”

George and Florence bursted with laughter. They soon walked to a different part of the page.

Lockwood and Lucy stared into each other’s eyes. Lucy pushed the side of her face against Lockwood’s which is supposed to signify them kissing, i guess.

And they all lived in a consistent time loop, because they are circles so time is also probably circular.

The end.

#McMaster’s AU Lockwood and Co.#Lockwood and Co.#locklyle #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co fanfic #lucy carlyle #George cubbins #george karim #flo bones #florence bonnard #Canon divergent #fanfic #lockwood and lucy #McMaster’s AU

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d-criss-news · 1 year

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Via Augie Bello's Instagram Story (December 9th 2022)

#darren criss #edgar ramirez #augie bello #live at cafe carlyle #instagram #dec 2022

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datshitrandom · 1 year

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A Very Darren Crissmas: Live at Café Carlyle | November 29, 2022 | via dj_wilbur ig reels

#Darren Criss #Live @ Cafe Carlyle #Live @ Cafe Carlyle 11/29 #a very darren crissmas 2.0 #love the outfit #blue💙#i really need go to sleep lol #please do not repost

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dorothy16 · 1 year

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#darren criss #a very darren crissmas live #cafe carlyle #me edits

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todaysbiggesthits · 2 months

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The Exam

Best Music Moment of 2023

Code: openly weeping and slyly recording alien boy's set at subT. sitting at sandy liang nyfw spring show and hearing harmony's "i am so lucky and nothing can stop me" while all of the bows in the world traipsed by. witnessing raphael and guillerme's post-dinner mid-80's french pop rock sing along session in chantilly. seeing phish cover "albuquerque" with gd by my side. christmas song jamon with Arden in central park on dec 24.

JD: August: Springsteen's rendition of "Nightshift" at Giants Stadium. October: Something made me want to listen to what I could only remember as a scary Ozzy Osbourne song they used to play on The Bear that went something like "Bury Nation." The actual lyrics upon figuring it out were so much more stupid and hilarious than I could have imagined. Got many delightful yuks and spins out of this jam.

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November: Enjoying a wild stew of crass while spinning 100 gecs on my first ever stroll of the Vegas Strip.

Best Shows Seent in 2023

JD: 1. Bruce Springsteen at Giants Stadium 2. Panda Bear and Sonic Boom at Knockdown Center 3. Hamilton Leithauser at Cafe Carlyle 4. The Walkmen at Webster Hall 5. A. Savage at Bowery Ballroom 6. Beach Fossils at Knockdown Center 7. Aunt Puke and Goth Jafar at the Exhaus Latta after party at Jean's

Codeman: washer - alphaville 3EB - salt shed alien boy - subT future trash - subT basement the hold steady - salt shed phish - united center a. savage - bowery ballroom

Confession of 2023

Codem: it took a full eight months of encouragement to finally listen to 100 gecs because i was certain that they were going to sound like let's eat grandma. i was wrong, they do not.

Biggest Disappointment of 2023

JD: Happy Mondays cancelling their trip to the US after we were so pumped to get tickets.

Cig: i thought i could hold off on buying tix to see ovlov on a sunday night in chicago only to have the show sell out and i then spent a full 45 days trawling craigslist for a ticket that never appeared.

Most Overrated of 2023

Codem: i zigged when boygenius and caroline polachek thought i would zag

JD: Feel like I should be more into Wenzdee.

Make It Stop 2023

JD: It isn't even make it stop because it's over and there's no going back, but watching Travis Scott's "Circus Maximus" long form film was a fascinating study in the terminal stage of aesthetics that we're living through. Truly the most dispiriting experience of the TBH era.

Codemin: new blink album

Biggest TBH Regret of 2023

Code: not trying harder to see 100 gecs + liturgy in nyc

JD: Second the above. Also got some insane pangs of regret upon seeing the Billy Idol setlist at King's Theater and a clip of "Nicotine and Gravy" from Beck's MSG show.

Detective Murtaugh of 2023

Code: there was a WAOR-type song quoted during phish's tweezer and i cannot for the life of me figure out what it was. i've been wracking my brain weekly, but i can't seem to jar anything loose.

JD: My most played song of the year was Charles Mingus - "Goodbye Pork Pie Hat."

Resolution for 2023 Status

Codem: -pony up and go see a show at salt shed. fever ray? How It Went: seent two of em and neither were fever ray?! -load neil’s discography onto my phone. i’m too often humming his tunes and then can’t play powderfinger on the way home from the office. How It Went: subscribed to apple music just to get ol' shakey in my ears again

JD: More Lou. How It Went: Best: Songs For Drella Max Utility: Coney Island Baby Most Desired Cheap Copy at a Record Store: Legendary Hearts

Resolution for 2024

JD: Think I'm going to lean on The Smiths to get me through all the election miz this year.

Code Man: 1) expend similar effort in finding new music next year and try to stretch myself past the usual suspects 2) go to more shows on my nyc wknds

Most Anticipated of 2024

Code: i'm putting all of my eggs in the dom basket, everything else will be gravy

JD: I've got nothing, so let's double the cosmic pressure on Dom.

#Youtube

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog(411): Tue 2nd May 2023

I watched the clip of James Corden’s last ever show from last night and….of course it ended with a musical number. I’m not a fan of Corden and I’m not sure how anyone could be frankly. The thing that irks me the most about him is that there was a time where we’d had enough of him after his sketch show and vampire movie bombed he sort of went away for a brief, magical moment in time. But then all of a sudden some theatre director decided a to give him a starring role in a musical which wins a Tony and gave him a career resurgence, a resurgence more depressing than the one in 28 Weeks Later when they’ve gotten the virus under control then Robert Carlyle kisses his infected wife and sets the whole thing off again. I wonder what James Corden will do next. Hopefully nothing Later on I watched the latest episode of Inside No 9 which was about a man who has a deep fear of Friday the 13th. The end twist SPOILER ALERT is that after a day full of bad luck happening befalling Jim he wins a huge prize on a radio phone in which cures him of his phobia but then his wife gets hit by a car. It’s a good episode but that end twist killed it for me to be honest because I saw it coming. Reece and Steve who wrote the show say they write the show predicting what the audience think the twist will be and then write a different twist to catch them off guard. I think they messed up with this one here because it was obvious what was going to happen and the way to catch the audience off guard on this occasion would have been to give us a hooray ending. In my opinion it would have been a much more satisfying twist if they’d had the wife swerve to avoid the car because everyone saw this twist coming. Daniel Kitson has announced a show at the Edinburgh Fringe. I’ve known about Kitson for a while and every time he does a radio show on Resonance FM I always try to check it out but I’ve never gotten around to seeing live the man whom many comedians consider to be the best in the world. I immediately booked a ticket to the show and was delighted that I’d begun mapping out my Edinburgh experience. I’m never happier than when I’m in Edinburgh for the festival. It genuinely puts me in a fucking fantastical mood whenever I go there. I get to treat myself to a handful of brilliant shows (plus the odd shitty ones) and also the city itself is beautiful and getting to take a few hours to sit in a cafe or in a park to enjoy my surroundings and do a bit of people watching not only makes me happy but I think is beneficial for my mental health.

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