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lagroupie · 19 days

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Miles Kane @ Exil, ZH, 07.03.2024

What a joy to watch Miles Kane perform again, more than ten years after I saw him live for the last time! This time, he was solo for his "One Man Band" tour, but the show was just as lively and fun as I remember, if not more. Everyone was jumping and singing their heart out, it was beautiful to see. One thing had not changed over the years though: ending his set with the bangers Come Closer and Don't Forget Who You Are!

Since I applied too late for a photopass, I went to the show as a 'classic' audience member. I took my film camera with me and hoped for the best with a cheap Kodak 200 film. Here are the results, also feat. the great opening act Ten Tonnes! Big love Miles Kane and shout out to all the people I met that night!!

#miles kane #mileskane #lagroupiepics #olympus om1 #ten tonnes

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shrenvents · 4 months

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She Does The Woods

Chapter six of the Miracle Aligner Series

Jennie's POV

My shaking body beats in rhythm with my pulse, while it grows numb to the cold. Though the Taxi had dropped me off around five minutes ago, my feet seemed to be frozen to the snow-covered earth. In the meantime, snow flurries have begun to build up along the surface of my coat and hood.

As if the nerves that kept me awake last night weren't enough, the driver had the radio on, which happened to be playing 'R U Mine?' by, you guessed it, the Arctic Monkeys. Honestly, my mind is far too possessed by anxiety to simply laugh at the irony of my predicament, as I should do. The impending urge to bring up Alex's "secret identity" is oozing. It's going to take a damn miracle to keep my loose lips shut, and with my luck, that's not likely.

Decidedly, I take an extensive, sharp, intake of breath before moving. Fortunately, the park was well-lit enough, so all my suspicions about murderous intent fizzled from my thoughts. Plucking my phone from my pocket, the screen instantly lights up, displaying how late I am: 5:11 pm. Along with the time, I also spy a text from Alex, sent only a minute prior.

5:10 p.m. Alex Alexander: Hey love, give me a call when you've arrived.

Strangely, his message dims the festering concern in my chest. Like there was a chance he would've stood me up, and that I would be disheartened by such a thing. Huffing a sigh, my eyes flutter closed momentarily as I march forward. While walking, I ring him. Immediately, Alex answers, and just as I open my mouth to speak, his relieved voice resounds through the speaker. "Thank god." I giggle softly.

"Afraid I wouldn't show Alex?" "Terrified Red." I laugh again, and I hear him chuckle faintly. "Who's to say I did?" I inquire with humour laced in my tone, humour Alex clearly didn't pick up on. "Are-- are you serious Jennie? I know I came on a bit strong but-"

The uproar of laughter I'd been suppressing explodes, promptly dulling Alex's panicked ramble. "That's not funny," he scolds.

Then, I recognize his figure from a distance, head tilted towards his shoes, studying them with a smile decorating his face. I swoon, pausing my stride. "You think I'm funny Alexander, there's no need to lie." Observing Alex, I await his usual correction of his name, but it doesn't come. Instead, silence consumes the other end of the call, and my vision hones in on his peaceful expression. My heartbeat stumbles with an impactful thump. Get it together Jennie...

"Turn to your left handsome." His brows shoot into his forehead, creasing it. Swivelling his head, I savour the realization that adorns his features as he takes me in. His eyes roam my stationary frame, mouth agape before it closes. "Come here." That's all he says with a simple grin, and I take off. I start racing towards him. My little sprint obviously catches him off guard, and I nearly tackle him. However, his embrace captures my clinging body. I instinctively bury my face into his chest. Humming pleasantly, I breathe in his familiar, musky scent.

Though he was initially hesitant, thrown off by my spontaneous action, he quickly elevates his loose hug, to a firm, secure one, as though he's scared this isn't real, or that I'll slip away. I hate how endearing it is, how endearing he is. I really have lost it...

Slightly embarrassed, I slither out of his grip, and he reluctantly lets me. Our eyes lock as we move to an arm's length. His eyes then flicker to my lips and I press them to a thin line.

"I'm not sleeping with you in the woods." As soon as the sentence escapes my throat, the unnamed tension between us is lifted. "Didn't think you would."

"Or ever," I interject lamely, and his face immediately feigns confusion. "Again," I scramble out. "Sorry?" His brow rises, and a bitter smirk tugs one side of his mouth. "Uh, so, you got me here, no axe or chainsaw?" I rush to change the subject, which he notices but chooses to ignore. "Not on hand, no." He shakes his head at me, eyes wandering away from mine, peering into the dark skyline. I laugh pathetically, fidgeting with my hands, unnerved by his quietness.

After a moment, he shifts his gaze back to me, and I perk up right away. "I made us dinner." My brows furrow slightly, eyes trailing to his rising hand. He's holding up a basket with a shy smile. "There's a gazebo over there with a park bench underneath," he jerks his head to the right, "Sound alright to you Red?"

"As long as I live and breathe, it sounds great." His snort plasters a grin on my face. I follow closely behind him as he makes his way to the gazebo.

...

This "date" is going too well. At every turn, every new conversation, he makes me laugh, forget what I planned to say, everything I was apprehensive about. This is terrible. Everything wrong has become a fleeting memory. Except, that one revelation, still sitting at the tip of my tongue. Don't bring it up, in any way, shape, or form--

"So what do you do for a living." Shit.

"Thought you knew already." He swallows his last bite, a little too soon, and he audibly clears the lump in his throat. "Musican, or something... Right?" I mutter slowly, glancing between him and the surprisingly good meal he cooked. "Something like that, yes." He nods, shoulders tense. Is he trying to keep who he is a secret? Slightly disoriented, I grow quiet. He peers at me, eyes widening at my probably, very frightening expression. "What?" He gulps down another bite, and I lose it for real this time.

I spring to my feet, pause, drop my fork, and lean over the table to swat his arm repeatedly. He lets out a spurt of noises, mouth full, failing to convey his puzzlement.

"Some musician huh? Yeah right!" I shout, my voice cracking. "I may have been slow on the uptake, but I figured it out eventually, I'm not an idiot!" My verbal vomit shocks both of us, and I want to crawl out of my skin. But that doesn't seem to stop me.

"You're a freakin millionaire for Christ's sake! And I'm just-" I temporarily cut myself off before continuing my outburst. "Not like the money really matters to me! Unless you think it does? I'm not a gold-digger you asshole!"

And with that, the crazy lady attempts to leave the scene.

Rotating on my heel, I maneuver away from the picnic table but a hand clasps my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I barely turn to look at Alex, till I discern his alarmed state. I'm completely mortified, but I know, deep down, I can't simply run away, not when he's looking at me like that.

"I'm sorry Jennie," he utters breathlessly. After a long beat, I nod. "Why didn't you say anything." "I'm not sure," his teeth dig into his bottom lip. "I guess, you just didn't seem all that interested in me in the first place," he sighs. "I didn't want to muck it up." I contemplate my reaction, simultaneously acknowledging his sullen expression. I ease a bit. "You know, from what I hear, telling a girl you're a rockstar to get them in bed, usually has a 100% success rate." I joke weakly. I imagine my smile isn't quite meeting my eyes.

Alex's pained stare makes me shudder. "I would never think of you as a gold-digger Jennie." Another shiver wretches through me. Why on earth is he taking me seriously? His attentive language and hold are invoking things in me I'd rather avoid. I shake my head. "I know," I pause, my voice dropping, "I think." I pause again, anxiously twisting my necklace's pendant with my free hand. "I'm sorry, I don't know where all that came from." He furiously shakes his head in disagreement, but I continue anyway. "I'm so embarrassed, god, you must regret asking me out-"

"No, god no." I peel my eyes from his grasp to look up. He holds my gaze with an intense certainty, telling me, there's no room for opposition. "This is my fault, I shouldn't have withheld what I do from you as if it were a secret... I wasn't thinking." He huffs defeatedly, and a smoke of cool air visibly leaves his mouth.

"I hope you have it in your heart to forgive me, and finish dinner." He smiles sheepishly, gesturing back to the table. His face falls a little. "I'll tell you everything you want to know."

I look away from his desperate eyes, peering down at his grip on my wrist. The skin there has probably gone red from how tightly he's holding it. Noticing what has my attention, he releases my hand, apologizing once more. "It's okay. And yes, I'm still pretty hungry." We hold eye contact as I speak. "And the food's pretty good, I was scared you were gonna make some of that British crap." Alex's laughter erupts and I beam.

"British crap?" "Like spotted dick or something." He laughs harder. "Not on the first date." "Second then?" I raise a brow, not sure what I'm promising. His smile stretches. "If you'd like..." His laughter subsides as he mumbles. "I think I would."

I watch as something he's most likely been keeping hidden flashes in his eyes. Something within him falters, but he shifts his eyes toward the sky before I can make out what it might be.

...

As the date went on, it got darker and darker, and with that, the winter was starting to creep up on us. Somehow I ended up sitting beside Alex, huddled close to his body. Shoulder to shoulder, he holds my hands in his palms, thumbs grazing the insides of them -- strictly to keep them warm of course. When our conversation slowly fades out, I didn't seem to mind, though, liking the silence didn't stop me from filling it.

"Ever jump into freezing water?" I question with a smirk. His thumbs stop their caress and press into my skin. "You're not jumping into the river," Alex states firmly. "Wasn't planning on it." I giggle. "Just asking." My head rises slightly with his soft exhale. "No." "Boring..."

"So I take it you have," he murmurs lowly. "No." His deep laugh bellows through the chilling air. "But if I did..." I trail off, unsure of what I'm planning to say. "I'd wish I was the water," Alex says, finishing for me. I didn't know what I expected him to say, but I didn't expect it to be so... Poetic.

A nervous laugh shakes my stomach, while my chest swarms with an unknown feeling. The silence once again crowds the atmosphere, but I'm not too fond of it this time. "Alex-"

Abruptly, my speech is cut short by Alex's palms releasing mine to cup my face. His palms lift my cheeks to brush our lips into a gentle kiss. He swallows my surprised moan, and I briefly see the passion in his expression. My lids bat shut, and I let him take me under, into the river.

chapter seven

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misskattylashes · 10 months

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So....we have a new entrant into the shit show. Chef Tom Brown. Now I am never sure if him and Miles are just close friends or they are dating. He was with Miles at the Emirates last Sunday. The other day he randomly posted the clip or Glasto 13 when Alex starts singing Yellow. All very nice. But last night (after Miles no show during 505) he posts this. It is taking the piss out of Alex and the comments are pretty harsh.

Now....is it because Alex let Miles down again and because Louse was there Miles couldn't come on? Is it Tom is jealous of Miles and Alex's relationship? Why did Alex seem a bit lost at the beginning of 505 and he did the hand symbol thing twice.

Am I overthinking after three hours sleep? Possibly. But I would like to hear what you guys think.

#milex is real #mileskane #milex #alex Turner #Arctic monkeys Glastonbury #i am too invested in these people #i need sleep #arctic monkeys

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puppetsspace · 1 year

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THE STORY OF MILEX

April 22, 2007

Leadmill, Sheffield (day two).

In an article from the online music magazine PennyBlackMusic, we found confirmation that Little Flames performed at this concert with Monkeys:

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Alex realized something overnight and apologized for yesterday's silence:

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Photos by Kevin Wells

Andy is watching the concert backstage. Something in the interview about two years of lack of communication does not correspond to reality…

The encore is "505" again: "As a traditional set-closer 'A Certain Romance' builds up to a crescendo I glance over to the sound desk and who should be standing there but former Monkey's bassist Andy Nicholson. He surveys the scene of euphoria in front of him and for a moment his eyes glaze over, only for a wry smile to form across his lips as a sense of pride of his former involvement wells up. There's even time for an encore as the band return to play album closer '505' with Alex sat astride an electric piano: the perfect way to finish a special night that few will forget in a hurry".

"505" with Miles!!!

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To be continued…

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perfectly-clear-from-here · 1 year

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WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS PHOTO-

#mileskane #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #hes so AHHHHH

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ash-eats-film · 3 days

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Your fic is just the best. I always check my emails to see if you updated, and if you hadn't, I still reread your fic because it is THAT good.

You are so talented and I love it - 🖤🖤🖤

You are genuinely so sweet oh my gosh 🥺🙏💕

I know I haven’t written more of it for a while and I’m so sorry, but since I HAVE gotten back into writing fanfic I’m hoping I’ll be able to start back up writing When the Sun Goes Down again. I’m still really proud of it.

#arcticmonkeys #arctic monkeys #alexturner #alex turner #mileskane #miles kane #milexfanfic #milex #milex fanfiction #tlsp #the last shadow puppets

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ant-milex-love · 5 months

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Esperen hasta el final... les prometo que les gustara mucho.// Wait until the end... I promise you will like it a lot

#mileskane #tumblr fyp #video #i guess #person #alfinalestoytanemocionadeAhhhh

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red-delrey · 10 months

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#mileskane #milex #it's real

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monkeyandturtle-blog · 1 year

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Entrevista a Miles Kane en español: "Soy el músico con más estilo de nuestro tiempo" 20 de Agosto del 2012 en Wattpad El rockero británico Miles Kane, habló sobre sus inspiradores Jack Wight, Golf Weller, David Bowie, John Lennon, así como sobre los fanáticos del retorcido sentido del humor de The Last Shadow Puppets. #mileskaneinterview #mileskane #milesfuckingkane #2012 #mileskane2012 #entrevistasynoticias #musician #monkeyandturtle #tlsp #thelastshadowpuppets https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpxs8LkuNZG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#mileskaneinterview #mileskane #milesfuckingkane #2012 #mileskane2012 #entrevistasynoticias #musician #monkeyandturtle #tlsp #thelastshadowpuppets

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younaughtyturtle · 2 years

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Miles Kane Live - Telepathy @ Sziget 2014

#miles kane #mileskane #sziget #telepathy #miles kane live

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dvaexal · 2 years

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love love love love

#miles kane #the last shadow puppets #tlsp #mileskane

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weepingtragedycollector · 2 years

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#milex #mileskane #alexturner #tlsp

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misskattylashes · 1 year

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I look at my friends like that all the time....

#alex turner #milex #eycte #mileskane #tlsp #the last shadow puppets

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puppetsspace · 1 year

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THE STORY OF MILEX

April 20, 2007

Carling Academy, Birmingham. There is also little information, but the gems still managed to be found! A short video in potato quality and two small precious photos.

And there is more information for example review from Birmingham Live. The only interesting thing about it is this (for me): «Unlike other recent gigs, the band even managed smiles, occasional words and even half-hearted dancing instead of their usual aloof demeanour. Another addition to the set from other recent gigs was an encore - a showbusiness tradition they have recently chosen to ignore but not in Birmingham». Our Milex were cheerful, playful, in the mood!

And the encore guys came out with a gem! What kind of song was that? Yeah, that's 505! Yeah, with Miles!!!