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blueshistorysims · 3 months
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December 25th, 1921, Henford-on-Bagley, England
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There were many things Rebecca thought she would never do. One of them was having sex with a man other than Peter. Another was having sex with the man whose title her son would inherit. Yet there she was, lying in the bed of Thomas Walsh, Duke of Feldsbury, on Christmas morning after a night of passion. She was 55. He was 76, old enough to be her father. He was only a year younger than Rose. In the aftermath, she felt nothing more than like a common harlot. Still, she couldn’t deny the pleasure she’d derived from it. 
“Happy Christmas,” a voice said behind her, and she turned to see Thomas with his eyes open.
“Happy Christmas, Thomas,” she muttered. 
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“Are you alright?”
Rebecca frowned. “You’re the first man I’ve laid with other than Peter. We were each other’s firsts. I thought we would be our last too.”
Thomas sat up. “Do you regret it?”
“No,” she muttered. “I only feel guilty that I enjoyed it.”
“Don’t. There is nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. You’re a good, kind woman who’s had an unusual life situation thrown at her. You’ve handled your son’s marriage better than I think most mothers would.”
“Byron likes to make statements. I am sure he’s done things I would have a heart attack if I knew of them. He’s stubborn. He would ruin the title merely out of spite, ignore the duties you’ve tried so hard to teach. Sometimes I feel ashamed of him because he has no shame. He doesn’t care. I first thought it was because of his time in America, but… I know he’s always been like that, since he went off to boarding school.”
“Much of his generation is like that. Disillusioned with the world, finding no point in keeping the intricate societal rituals we keep to heart. The war changed things. A part of it is a reaction. I have only seen a small part of the war, but it was enough. Your son has seen things too horrible to put into words. He can’t talk about it, so he finds ways to make himself forget. Truthfully, I pity him. He has been through much these last eight years.”
“You pity Byron? I know you don’t like him.”
“I don’t have to like him to pity him. He and I are in a situation where no one wins, and I can understand his anger. He reminds me of myself in my youth. Now I am just a cynical old man.”
Rebecca chuckled. “Age makes cynics of us all.
Thomas coughed. “If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes? We can keep it a secret, have a scandal of our own. Not even your children would know.”
The offer tempted Rebecca. She would never have to worry about money again. Thomas was kind to her, and he made her laugh. But he wasn’t Peter. “No,” she said after a minute. “I don’t think I can marry again.”
He nodded. “I understand.”
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guessimdumb · 8 months
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Pugwash - Apples (2002)
Pugwash is essentially Irishman Thomas Walsh, and whoever he gets to join him. It reminds me a lot of later XTC (Andy Partridge has collaborated with Walsh, as has Dave Gregory). Timeless pop music.
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bandcampsnoop · 6 months
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10/16/23.
Busman's Holiday (Bloomington, Indiana) was an absolute revelation to me exactly 7 years ago. "Popular Cycles" was one of my first purchases from Joyful Noise Recordings, and I just couldn't get enough of it.
The easiest comparisons are Paul Simon, The Beach Boys and The Beatles. These songs are carefully crafted with wonderful harmonies. If you look on AllMusic you'll see that the "related artists" are mostly alt-country. I wouldn't call this music alt-country at all. This is lush, orchestrated pop/baroque pop.
I also hear a bit of Thomas Walsh (Pugwash) - reminder - his LP is due out soon on Curation Records.
"Good Songs" was released by Snappy Fun.
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bostonfly · 7 months
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Listen/purchase: A Good Day For Me by Thomas Walsh
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albumswhatilistenedto · 9 months
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whatisonthemoon · 11 months
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It's official - UTS has been sold
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June 13, 2023
Dear UTS Alumni and Friends,
Thank you for your steadfast encouragement and support for the mission of UTS.
I write at this time to announce that the Barrytown property is now under contract with a buyer.
As some of you may know, the UTS Board of Trustees, in consultation with the Founder, the Board of Directors of FFWPU USA, and other stakeholders of UTS resolved to place the property on the market for sale on
February 3, 2018. See the following letter from then President Spurgin, dated May 15, 2018, and an article from the Daily Freeman, dated December 9, 2018. It was also in May of 2019 that the main campus of UTS moved from Barrytown to 43rd Street in New York City.
At that time, there were a few offers to purchase the property, but none were considered acceptable, and the property was taken off the market. During the covid period, beginning in 2020, some alternative uses of the property were discussed. As the covid crisis continued, however, neither the sale nor the re-purposing of the property gained traction.
In the summer of 2022, as the epidemic was fading, a discussion about the property's future was re-opened. In
November of 2022, a real estate broker agreement was signed, and the property was placed on the market once again. In early 2023 we received several offers to purchase the property.
After serious vetting of the various offers and proposals, the UTS Board of Trustees resolved to accept what is believed to be the best option for UTS. Following the decision of the Board, a confidential contract for purchase and sale was signed. It is anticipated that a closing on the sale of the property will take place in late August.
The decision to sell the property was made with deep respect and love for the life and legacy of our Founders, and for all those who have been part of the truly remarkable history of the property. Several discussions with our Founder, as well as with the FFWPU USA leadership, both the previous and current administration, took place prayerfully and openly. Before making their decision to approve the current purchase agreement, the UTS Board of Trustees gathered at the Cheon Shim Won in Las Vegas for prayer and deliberation.
Our determination going forward is to build on the victorious and providential foundation that has been secured at Barrytown, carrying it forward to ever greater achievements, while also revering and honoring the legacy and history of all that has been accomplished at Barrytown.
Sincerely yours,
Thomas G. Walsh, Ph.D.
President
Unification Theological Seminary
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untilthenexttee · 1 year
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(via TeeBox Chatter Golf Podcast - Episode 33 "A Chat With PGA Tour Canada Players")
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evviejo · 4 months
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thirteen's era appreciation: 337/?
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maybenexttime · 1 year
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Kristin Scott Thomas as photographed by Tung Walsh, 2020.
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krispyweiss · 3 months
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Al Kooper Turns 80 Today and Remains Bafflingly Anonymous
One of the few things the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame has done right in recent years was finally - finally - inducting Al Kooper in 2023.
It’s just too bad the RRHOF’s tone-deaf brain trust waited until Kooper was nearly 80 - which he is as of today, Feb. 5, 2024 - to do it.
For while Kooper’s name is known by virtually no one, virtually everyone knows his music and his accomplishments. And he’s revered by his fellow musicians.
“I would describe Al as the best musician I have ever seen,” Joe Walsh once said.
Here are a few of the restless genius’ career highlights.
* He co-wrote Gary Lewis and the Playboys’ “This Diamond Ring.”
* He co-founded the Blues Project.
* He co-founded and fronted Blood, Sweat & Tears on Child is Father to the Man before ceding the band to David Clayton-Thomas.
* He played the signature organ riffs on Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone.”
* He played the French horn for the Rolling Stones on “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.”
* He organized and produced Stephen Stills and Mike Bloomfield’s Super Session.
* He declined to sign Tom Petty’s first band, Mudcrutch, because, they “weren’t that good yet.”
* He discovered Lynyrd Skynyrd and produced their initial run of LPs.
“I think Lynyrd Skynyrd owes its success to Al Kooper,” Ed King once said. “Being a Yankee from the North, he provided a bird’s-eye view of how the Southern band should be presented to the world.”
Kooper’s the one turning 80 today. He’s also the one who’s been doing the gift-giving for decades.
2/5/24
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blueshistorysims · 3 months
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December 1921, Henford-on-Bagley, England
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Stella was returning home for Christmas. Stella was returning to New York for Christmas—without Byron. He was hurt, but he wasn’t surprised. The past five months of being in England were hard for Stella, who hated the extension of her otherness in the English countryside, hated Thomas Walsh and the resentment of being there. It hadn’t been her choice and yet, she still came with Byron. He had thought if they were together, they would be closer. The opposite happened.
It wasn’t long before her resentment turned toward Byron, and they began to argue when they were together. It got to a point where Byron felt relief when the Duke forced him to come along on his duties. They slept in separate rooms and spent the days in different parts of the house. By December, he only ever saw her for dinner. Byron hoped that the space would do them good.
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Of course, the knowledge of their strained marriage was a secret, so when his mother wrote that she would be coming for Christmas, he and Stella decided to truce and act as if they were happier than ever. Put up a mask. 
Thomas Walsh may have disliked Byron and Stella, but he certainly didn’t feel that way about Rebecca. He gave her a personal tour of Henford Castle, and during dinner, he spent the entire time making her laugh, shamelessly flirting. To Byron’s disgust, she went right along with it.
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“Yes?” Byron muttered the moment he heard knocking. “Come in.” He assumed it was his mother, off to interrogate him about the last five months. Instead, Stella walked in. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
“I thought you were my mother.”
She closed the door and sat next to him. “I’m leaving in the early hours of the morning.”
“I know.”
Stella sighed. “I want 1922 to be different. I want to try in our marriage.”
“This place isn’t exactly helping.”
“Then talk to Thomas. You told me all about your London idea and then never brought it up. This place will ruin us, Byron. It already has begun to.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I haven’t tried. …Things will be better when I’m Duke, that I promise, Stella. You won’t be isolated. I’ll get rid of this bloody castle, and we can live in London, where society is. Not just Feldsbury’s world, but yours too.”
She nodded. “I hope you have a good Christmas, Byron.”
“You too.”
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denimbex1986 · 9 months
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'28 Days Later, the apocalyptic zombie film which gave Cillian Murphy his breakout role, opens and closes with two near-identical scenes. Both moments find Jim, played by Murphy, scared, injured and confused, the camera pressed hard to his face as he tries to decipher the situation in which he finds himself. These bookends, while framed in a similar fashion, present two very different people; the Jim blissfully unaware of the zombie apocalypse gripping his world, and the Jim who’s just pressed a man’s eyeballs out with his thumbs to save his only friends and companions. A man who did what had to be done.
Throughout his career, the latter is the Murphy we have become familiar with. In almost every role he takes on, Murphy has an inherent control over his environment. Whether he is a mob boss, Irish revolutionary, Gotham’s least Hippocratic psychiatrist, or a world-changing nuclear physicist, he is preternaturally competent, a stoic statue of proficiency, a man who does what’s needed. Jim isn’t any of those things when we first meet him, but he learns fast.
As we enter a summer in which Murphy is set to headline one of the biggest movies of the year, it is important to remember how anonymous he was when he was cast in Danny Boyle’s zombie thriller. Up to that point, the 26-year-old Cork-born actor had mostly bounced around British and Irish theater, before starring in Disco Pigs – a strange, dark little movie adapted from the Edna Walsh play he had also performed in. That said, it’s not hard to understand what Boyle and subsequent directors saw in the young actor. As if his piercing blue eyes and Roman bust of a face weren’t enough, Murphy has the kind of quiet, understated power that allows for both projection and unknowability.
“Cillian has this extraordinary empathetic ability to carry an audience into a thought process. He projects an intelligence that allows the audience to feel that they understand the character and see layers of meaning,” said Christopher Nolan to Rolling Stone earlier this year. It’s something that Nolan has exploited in different ways throughout their many collaborations. Hot off the success of 28 Days Later, Nolan brought Murphy in to test for the lead role in his new Batman trilogy – a role that would eventually go to Christian Bale. Regardless, Nolan wanted Murphy involved, instead casting him as one of Bale’s earliest nemeses, Dr. Jonathan Crane, or Scarecrow, a psychiatrist unafraid to explore unconventional modes of diagnosis and treatment. There’s something to be said about the fact that even as a comic book villain – a notoriously insecure profession – Murphy’s Scarecrow remains a thread that runs through the Nolan Batman trilogy, an adaptable, steady hand in a world of Jokers.
It’s a role Murphy takes on again and again throughout his career, that of the consummate professional, even as circumstances around him continue to heighten. A year after the release of Batman Begins, Murphy appeared in Ken Loach’s The Wind That Shakes The Barley, a story set a bit closer to home than Gotham City. In it, he plays Damien O’Donovan, a fictional Irish Republican Army soldier fighting for Irish independence in the 1920s. It’s a dense, historically-minded film in which the chaos and violence of the time is placed at the fore, and individual character, at times, is given short shrift.
Murphy’s O’Donovan is the exception – a young man believable as both the bookish, London-bound doctor and the ruthless military leader. It’s his moral anguish, and constant refusal to let it stand in the way of his goals, that give the film momentum and pathos even in the face of its moments of history book density.
Much of what he does in The Wind That Shakes The Barley can be seen as the blueprint for what, to this point, is perhaps Murphy’s most notable role. Thomas Shelby, the leader of the titular criminal enterprise at the center of Peaky Blinders, is defined by both internalized anguish and ruthless acumen. Like many a television anti-hero before and after, Shelby is haunted, by both the trauma he faced during the First World War and the violent lengths he must go to keep his family atop the pecking order in 1920s Birmingham. For much of the series, this trauma is beneath the surface, an anger that simmers from the corners of those wide eyes but never makes its way to the rest of the face. When it does escape that stoic stare, it is violent and terrifying, a drastic inversion of the control he so easily displays.
It’s this line of performance that makes his broken and shell-shocked turn in 2017’s Dunkirk all the more affecting. Nolan’s characteristic manipulation of time has us meet Murphy’s unnamed “shivering soldier” only after the events that have led him to near catatonia. When Mark Rylance’s civilian sailor and his son find Murphy he looks the part of a competent officer, one who should be raring for a fight, but instead his all frayed nerves, pure trauma with none of the facade that Murphy typically wears so well.
This brings us back to 28 Days Later. When we meet Jim he could not be more vulnerable. Stark naked, alone and afraid, he awakens unaware of the virus that has revaged the United Kingdom, and survives only thanks to a few straggling survivors, led by Naomie Harris’s headstrong and resourceful chemist Selena. Today, it’s not hard to picture Murphy as the knowing leader ushering the powerless through apocalyptic terror, but here he is all but ineffectual, a bicycle messenger who lost his whole family and nearly everyone he has ever met. “Help Selena! Wait, Selena!” yells Jim as he hobbles up the stairs away from the infected whose red eyes and snarled teeth close in on him. As the audience surrogate, Murphy spends much of 28 Days Later learning and adapting as best he can, but he is almost always one step behind the action, never in control.
That is, until the film’s climax, when his naivety and relative peacefulness is wrenched away by twisted humanity that threatens his only remaining companions. Caked in blood and straddling a would-be rapist, Jim is no longer wide-eyed, but hardened and callous. It’s in these final moments where we meet the Murphy who has graced our screens ever since: a man whose hope is always tempered by anguish, but who can be rellied upon to do what has to be done all the same.'
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bandcampsnoop · 7 months
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10/10/23.
The Legendary Ten Seconds is the vehicle for the work of Torquay, England-based artist Ian Churchward. When I first listened to this I thought this had to be a musician who started making music in the 1980s C86 scene. It looks like I was right as Churchward did record for John Peel as The Morrisons.
The voice! It really brings to mind Maxwell Farrington or Neil Hannon and The Divine Comedy. The songwriting recalls the work of Thomas Walsh/Pugwash, The Servants and David Westlake.
This appears to be self-released. The Legendary Ten Seconds have quite a catalogue you can work your way through.
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notforemmetophobes · 2 years
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The Waltons (TV Series) - S3/E24 ’The Venture’ (1975) M. Emmet Walsh as David Fletcher
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camyfilms · 1 year
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E.T. THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL 1982
You must be dead, because I don't know how to feel. I can't feel anything anymore.
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kittyisaddicted · 2 years
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Stages
Somewhere this year I just gave up. No, I gave in. Gave in to the irresistible sponge that is my endorphin and serotonin seeking bubbly thing of a brain. My return to tumblr was a hell ride from start to now, and I enjoyed every bit of a sick second of it. 
Going through new and still ongoing shows with you all made me realise that my personal deal with media addiction comes in stages–just like grief, in a way. So bare with me for the 7 stages of (my) media addiction. 
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Stage 1
The encounter. Gifs, scenes, little snippets from fics. The inacurate quotes kind of thing that makes me go “This might be interesting”. Going into the tags, a short google search (because tumblr search, you know, … sucks), the like. Finally googling: Where to watch …. And maybe having the luck to not need another streaming service grave for my earnings or a VPN to enjoy another mind and heart soaking piece of fiction. 
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Stage 2
The beginning. Episode 1, the story unfolds. I’m chill. Watching episode 2. Seeing scenes I already know because of, you know, tumblr. All seems normal so far. Until I binge episode 3, 4 and 5 and stay up late for episode 6 and maybe get late to wor…
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Stage 3
The pull. Or: the binge. If I’m lucky, there’s only one season so far. Or *only* 3 (though no one of us was lucky to have only 3 seasons of Malec Shadowhunters Malec). If there’s more, then welp, because life is now circling around watching episode after episode like earth circles the sky, no hostage taken, every spare second is dedicated to w a t c h i n g! Also, every second of the day is about thinking and every night is dreaming about it. I’m all in. 
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Stage 4 
The high noon of addiction. Watching episodes alone is not enough anymore. I rewatch. I re-rewatch scenes on YouTube. I celebrate fan videos there also. My serotonin is up and running, i’m basically high all the time. I heavily search tumblr for meta, for gifs, for meta gifs. My brain and my heart are full, no space for anything else. Working is hard, living a normal life even harder. I’m constantly on my devices, consuming everything I can find, feeling both happy so many creators already did an amazing job and sad about possibly missing out something important, pure FOMO ensues. On the outside I try to seem normal, on the inside I’m craving MORE. MORE. MORE. 
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Stage 5
The crawling. Now. Comes the phase where I not only unconsciously know but fully realise that there are actors behind those amazing scenes. That there where a lot of people putting a lot of work into this so it turns out as amazing at it is. And because I never get enough, I dive into their accounts, the meta about them and their relationships, the conventions, the interview snippets, the behind the scenes, the bloopers, there is. so. much. to. see. and. read!!! I am living in an alternate universe basically, borders between reality and fiction fade, the soundtrack is on heavy rotation, I quote both the show and the actors without having any mutuals in real life who know what I am talking about. 
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Stage 6
The assimilation. I wake up from a fever dream. Life get’s easier again. As the whole show and cast live now rent free in my head, I can start to shift my interest from the original to the fan made bits and peaces, aka the fan fiction–canon, noncanon, doesn’t matter as long as the writing is in character and I get to know them better through the eyes of talented authors. The tags have a special place on the shelves of my well curated tumblr and ao3 lists (because you know, #The Serotonin is stored in the Ao3) and at least five of my brain cells have another content than my latest blorbo. 
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Stage 7 
The retreat. My brain leaves me space for new things. I can concentrate again on other things beside them™, like, well, working, cooking, sleeping, you name it. My sweeties have a special place in my heart from now on, and I will always willingly come back to them for comfort. But right now, the urge to follow everything about them, to dedicate everything I have to them, is gone or, better, just a silent thought in the back of my head. 
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