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Complete repertoire of tunes for the bagpipe

all tunes are Scottish unless otherwise stated

In case of doubt, ask for tunes with a connection to your clan or area

An average tune has a duration of +\- 40 seconds, so make sure you pick plenty or ask about the standards for weddings

Abide With Me -

Ae Fond Kiss - Burns

All the Fine Young Men - Irish

All those Endearing Young Charms - Irish

Amazing Grace

An Dro - Breton

Andy Renwick’s Ferret

St.Anne's Ballad & Reel

Arrival Song - Abba

Ash Grove - Welsh

the Ass in the Graveyard

Atholl Highlanders ( Clan Murray )

At Long Last

Auld Lang Syne – Burns

Auld Town March

the Back o' Ben Achie

Banjo Breakdown

Bannocks of Barley Meal

Barbara's Jig

the Barlinnie Highlander

the Barnyards of Delgaty

the Barren Rocks of Aden

the Battle of the Somme

the Battle of Waterloo

the Bells of Dunblane

Belmont

Ben Gullion

the Black Bear

the Blackthorn Stick - Irish

the Black Widow's Dance - Irish

the Bluebells of Scotland

the Bloody Fields of Flanders

(All the) Blue Bonnets o'er the Border

Bonnie Dundee

Bonnie Gallowa'

the Bonnie Hoose o' Airlie

the Bonnie Lass o' Fyvie

Boys of Bluehill - Irish

(the Standard on) the Braes of Mar

Braveheart theme - film theme

Brenda Stubbert's Reel

Brian Boru's March - Irish

the Bride's Jig

the British Grenadiers - English

Brose & Butter - Burns

the Brown Haired Maiden ( a.k.a. Horo, my Nut Brown Maiden )

Bugle Horn

Busindre reel - Spanish

Cabar Feidh ( Clan Gordon )

Caledonia

the Campbells are Coming ( Clan Campbell )

Campbelltown Loch ( a.k.a. the Glendaruel Highlanders )

Camptown Races - American

Carlingford Loch - Irish

the Castle Walls

Changing Your Demeanour - Irish

Chariots of Fire - film theme

Clueless

the Clumsy Lover - Irish

Cock o' the North ( Clan Gordon )

Cogadh no Sidhe – the True Gathering of the Clans / War or Peace - Pibroch

Come by the Hills - Irish

Comin' thru the Rye ( a.k.a. gin a Body meet a Body ) – Burns

the Conundrum

Cork Hill - Irish

Corn Riggs ( -are Bonnie ) – Burns

Corriechoillie's Welcome

The Crags of Tumbledown

Crossing the Minch

Cwm Rhondda ( a.k.a. Guide me Oh Thou Great Jehovah ) -Welsh

Dana ( et les trois Matelots ) - Breton

Dancing Feet

the Dashing White Sergeant

the Day ( Thou Gavest, Lord ) has Ended

Death of a Space Piper

De'il Among the Tailors

Donald Blue

Donald Where's Yer Troosers

Donald Willie and his Dog

The Dornoch Links

Dream Angus

the Dream Valley of Glendaruel

Drops of Brandy

Drowsy Maggie - Irish

Drunken Piper / Red Rory

( What shall we do with a ) Drunken Sailor - English

Dulaman - Irish

Dumbarton's Drum

Duncan Gray ( Rob Roy MacGregor )

Duns Dings A'

Earl of Mansfield

El Alamein

Emerald Echoes - Irish

En Ferus Hostis

Erchless (Chisholm's) Castle

Erin Shore ( a.k.a. Paddy's Green Shamrock Shores ) - Irish

an Eriskay Love Lilt

the Fairy Dance

My Faithful Fair One

the Famous Bridge

Fanfare Salute Alba

Far Away in Australia – Irish

Fare Thee Well

Farewell to the Creeks ( a.k.a The Hills of Sicily )

Lá Fhéile Pádraig - Irish

the Fields of Athenry - Irish

the 51st Highland Division

Finnegan’s Wake

500 Miles (I’m Gonna Be)

Flower of Scotland

the Flowers of the Forest ( lament )

the Foggy Dew - Irish

For Ireland I'll Tell not her Name - Irish

the 42nd ( Black Watch )

Friendship

Galway Girl - Irish

The Garb of Auld Gaul

Garryowen - Irish

Ghillie Calum (Sword Dance)

Gin I were a Baron's Heir

Ms. Girdle

the Girl I Left Behind

Glasgow Police Pipers

Going Home ( Largo )

the Gordon's March ( Clan Gordon )

Grand March ( Aida ) - Italian

Grannie Duncan

Gravel Walk

the Green Glens of Antrim - Irish

Greensleeves - English

Greenwoodside

Grimstock - English

the Gruagach

Happy We've been A' Tegither

Harris Dance

The Harvest Home - Irish

Haste Ye to the Wedding

Here's a Health unto His Majesty - English

Hearken my Love

Hector the Hero

Heights of Dargai

the Herding Song

the Heroes of Vittoria

Heyken's Serenade

Hielan' Laddie

The Highland Brigade ( at Tel el Kebir )

Highland Cathedral

Highland Cradle Song

Highland Lassie

Highland Wedding

Highland Whisky

High Road to Gairloch (a.k.a. We will take the Good Old Way)

High Road to Linton

HLI Hornpipe

Hot Punch

I'll Tell me Ma - Irish

I Love a Lassie

the Irishman’s Heart to the Ladies - Irish

the Irish Pub - Irish

the Irish Washerwoman - Irish

I See Mull (, Land of my Youth )

the Isle of Skye (Three Bonnie Maidens)

Itchy Fingers

Jennie's Bawbee / Put the Kettle on

Jig of Slurs - Irish

Jimmy Allan's Fancy

John Anderson, my Jo - Burns

John Barleycorn - English

Johnnie Cope

John Ryan's Polka - Irish

the Jolly Beggar

the Jolly Beggarman - Irish

the Keel Row

Kelsey's Wee Reel

Kennie Gillies (of Portnalong, Skye)

Kenmuir is Up and Awa (, Wullie) - Burns

the Kesh Jig - Irish

Killiecrankie - Burns

the Kilt is my Delight

the Kilworth Hills

King George V's Army

the Kitchen Maid

Lady Carmichael's Strathspey

Lady Ramsey's Strathspey

(Dae Ye Mind / Lang ) Lang Syne (John Peel)

the Last Cradle song

the Last of the Mohicans ( the Gael ) - film theme

Laugh and Half Daft - Irish

Leaving Port Askaig

Leezy Lindsay - Burns

Let's Have a Ceilidh ( a.k.a. Liberton Boys’ Pipe Band / Polka )

Lexie MacAskill

Lillibullero - English

Limerick's Lamentation - Irish pibroch

Little Drummer Boy

Lochaber no More ( lament )

Lochanside

Loch Lomond

it's Lonely at Night in the Bothy

Lord Lovat's Lament ( Clan Fraser )

Lord of the Dance - Irish

Loudon's Bonnie Woods and Braes

Maggy - Irish

Mairi's Wedding

MacCrimmon Will Never Return ( Cha till MacCruimeinn ) - pibroch

MacDonald's Awa' Tae the War

Ms. MacLeod of Raasey

MacPherson's Rant

A Man's a Man for A' That - Burns

Marching Though the Heather

March of the Cameron Men ( Clan Cameron )

March to the Battle (Los San Patricios) - Irish

the Mason's Apron - Irish

Mingulay Boat Song

the Minstrel Boy - Irish

Mist Covered Mountains

Mo Ghile Mear - Irish

Molly Malone ( a.k.a. In Dublin’s Fair City ) - Irish

Morning Has Broken

Moving Cloud

the Muckin' of Geordie's Byre

Mull of Kintyre

The Munro's Wedding

My Ain Fireside

My Home

My Love is But a Lassie Yet – Burns

My love is like a Red Red Rose - Burns

Nairn

Nick MacVicar's Reel

The Noose and the Ghillie

The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen

Orange and Blue

Oft in the Stilly Night

Oh, Danny Boy

Oh, Mairi

the Old Rustic Bridge ( - by the Mill )

Oro se do Bheatha Bhaile - Irish

O'Sullivans March ( Rob Roy Theme ) - Irish

Our Wedding Day ( a.k.a. She Moved Through the Fair ) - Irish pibroch

Over the Hills (and Far Away) - English

Pack Your Baggage

Paddy McGinty's Goat - Irish

Paddy's Leather Breeches - Irish

the Panda

Perfect Day

Pibroch of Donald Dubh ( Clan Cameron )

The Piper's Cave (Ms. Ainslie Grant Duff)

Piper's Prelude

the Piper's Waltz – Irish

the Point of War

The Price of a Pig

The Pride of Petravore - Irish

Queen Elizabeth's March

The Queen Of All Argyll

Queen Victoria's Jubilee

Rab's Wedding

Raglan Road - Irish

Rantin' Rovin' Robin - Burns

Rip the Calico

the Road to Dundee

the Road to the Isles / Bens of Jura

Rose among the Heather

the Rose of Allandale

the Rose of Kelvingrove

the Rowan Tree

the Royal Irish Polka - Irish

the Royal Scot Polka

Saint Andrew's Cross

Salute to the Royal Fendersmith

Scarborough Fair - Irish

Scarce of Tatties - Irish

Scotch on the Rocks

Scotland Forever

Scotland the Brave

Scots Wha Hae ( a.k.a. Hey Tutti Tatti )

Scottish Soldier

the 79th's Farewell to Gibraltar

Skye Boat Song

the Sick Note - Irish

Sleep Dearie Sleep

the Sleeping Tune

Snug in the Blanket

Soft Lowland Tongue

Soldier's Joy

The Soldier's Return

Some Say the Devil's Dead - Irish

the Spanish Lady

Speed the Plough - Irish

the Star of the County Down - Irish

Stars and Stripes Forever - American

Staten Island

Steal Away - Irish

the Steamboat

Step it out Mary - Irish

Stolen Kiss – Irish

Stop Yer Ticklin’ Jock

Streets of London - English

Suil a Ruin - Irish

Sunshine on Leith

Suo Gan - Welsh

Sword Dance (Ghillie Calum)

Tail Toddle

Tartan Army ( a.k.a. We'll Be Coming )

Teribus Ye Terioden

Theme for the Greenlands

There were Roses - Irish

These are my Mountains

Tommy Tully's Air

Toots and Hickory Edwards

Troy’s Wedding

Turkey in the Straw - American

the Twa Corbies

Up and Waur Them A'

Up in the morning Early

the Victory Polkas

Waltzing Matilda - Australia

the Water is Wide

the Wearing of the Green ( a.k.a. By the Rising of the Moon / Sae Wull We Yet ) - Irish

the Wee Cooper o'Fife

the Wee Highland Glen

Wee Highland Laddie

the Wee Spree - pibroch

We're no Awa' tae Bide Awa'

Westering Home

When the Battle's Over ( a.k.a. After the Battle )

Whiskey in the Jar - Irish

Wild Mountain Side - Burns

Wild Mountain Thyme

the Wild Rover - Irish

Will Ye No Come Back Again

Willie Allan's Fancy

Willie Stewart - Burns

Wings - RAF march

With a Hundred Pipers

Wooden Heart

Yankee Doodle - American

Ye Banks and Braes – Burns

Yellow Rose of Texas - American

Ye Jacobites by Name - Burns

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“Stage fright” (1950)

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An Escape

A/N: This takes place in my WW2 AU that began with An Endless Night and takes place about a week after I Heard My Country Calling and would not have been possible without @abbydebeaupreposts, who has been a stalwart supporter of this story since the beginning and without whom, this chapter would not exist!

On a rare day of freedom from children and responsibility, Claire and Jamie take the dog and the picnic and head to Blaich in an attempt to reconnect with the land around them.

Catch up on all of Vergangenheit on AO3 here

Lallybroch

September 1946

The first week or so after Brianna first leaves for Glasgow is one that Jamie spends in a daze. They are days in which he roams the estate like one lost, finding himself again and again up at Barlochhan and the soft, MacGregor eyes of Kirsty Fraser, going over the deeds to the house and the farm, trying to keep his mind from wandering.

‘Ye’ll let us keep it, though, won’t ye? The deed’s in Joe’s name… But…’ She had sniffed and fumbled in her skirt for a handkerchief, turning away to blink away the too-quick tears, the sound of her husband’s name still raw in her mouth.

There had been a vase of late summer harebells on the windowsill and a framed sampler tacked onto the wall, the hum of the kettle on the range, speaking to Jamie of all of the conversations that he’d had with Joe in this room, lapsing easily into their childhood Gaelic, loud in the silence.

‘Aye,’ he had replied quietly, the memories of Joe’s body, that had not belonged to Joe anymore, cold and heavy in his arms; the dark, quick eyes milk-white and red-rimmed once the scarlet soiled bandage that had been wrapped around his eyes had been removed, floating painfully to the surface of his physche.

Remembers the thin, bony, blood crusted fingers quivering up to cup his cheek, his speech slow and slurred with unendurable agony.

‘Remember… Remember me tae Kirsty an’ the weans, won’t ye, mo chariad? Bonny Hector… Tell him… Tell him that I’m proud o’ him and wee Mairi… Keep them… See them safe… See Lallybroch safe…’

From the hallway, the front door had slammed shut and glancing to the kitchen window, he had seen the tall, dark shadow of Hector tramping out across the moor.

The deeds lay between them on the scrubbed Oak table, silent and watchful, the ink on Joe and Brian Fraser’s signatures faded to a pale, scrawled brown with age.

‘Before he died, Joe made me promise that I’d keep the house and the farm for ye, a leannan.’ He had taken Kirsty’s hands between his own then and squeezed them lightly, the fine, small bones worn down from years of toil and care almost lost within his own.

She had nodded, biting her lip against a fresh wave of tears, holding his gaze with wide, deep eyes sparked through with unshed emotion.

‘I mean tae keep that promise. Tae see this farm pass doon to Hector if he wants to take it,’ a quick, rueful smile that is tinged with pain had quirked at the corners of her lips and he had smiled in reply.

‘Ye willnae be let out intae the cold, lass. That I promise ye.’

The last of the summer heat on a quiet Sunday morning, when he is not needed for door duty at Kirk floods through the covered walkway as Jamie slowly shifts the last of the boxes that he has been sorting in the workshop into a more comfortable position against his chest. Autumn is coming, the air changing, the first, tentative bites of a frost sharp on the wind.

It has been a long and painful process sorting out the workshop, reinvigorating the tiny space after nearly six years of neglect, dragging up memories that would rather be left alone.

And yet it must be done.

It must be done because then and only then will the memories slowly begin to surface, would the wounds that are laid so deep within his soul that he feels them only as a twinging ache, be able to heal.

‘Jamie?’

Claire’s voice startles him from his reverie like a quick twist to the wrist.

Dimly, he hears the click of the stillroom door being pulled to, quick footsteps closing the space between them.

‘Are you alright, my love?’ Her palms are hard and rough with years of callouses as they cup his cheek, tracing the lines and bends of bones with gentle firmness.

‘Aye, mo nighean don,’ he murmurs, pulling her close to press a soft, hidden kiss deep within her mass of curls; the dark tangle of untameable curls lightening with age, tangling through his fingers.

‘Just…’ He swallows thickly, feeling the weight of the whisky coloured eyes that he loves with all his heart burn into the depths of his soul.

‘Just memories, ye ken?’

Memories that still, even now, almost a year later since he stepped off the train at Inverness, into the strange, new world of freedom, he cannot bear to give voice to.

Her fingers tighten against his cheekbones, the pressure pulling against taut, bright skin.

A deep, steadying breath echoes through her, her eyes never leaving his face. Taking in the haunted shadows that had greeted him as he had scraped his razor across his chin that morning, the gaunt gullies that slash across his cheekbones.

‘Tell me?’

Tell me.

Share your pain with me.

Please.

Part of him wishes that he could, without feeling as though he is unfairly burdening her with worries that are his and his alone to bear.

And yet as he holds those deep, dark eyes sparking with such fire that he can never tire of, he knows that that it is far from the truth.

‘You know I would,’ her eyes seem to say, holding his; a soft, sad smile playing on her lips in answer to an unasked question.

‘I would go through fire and ice for you, James Fraser. To Hell and beyond, if it came to that. Please. Please, just trust me.’

‘I…’

He stops and swallows, trying to master himself, the words that he knows must be said falling back into nothingness.

She waits, the morning light spilling in shadows across her face, her eyes soft and deep with love.

She looks tired, he thinks; despite the sun, the toil of running the estate with her own work as a travelling GP for the hill crofts and villages running between Broch Mordha and Inverness alongside preparing for Faith’s wedding, showing in the paleness of her face, the new creases that grace her forehead, the soft, dark smudges that caress her lower lids.

Mo nighean don.

Mo Sorcha.

Mierleach mo chridhe, he had called her in his wedding toast, the words so beautifully apt to the woman who had stolen his heart in the hush of the hospital, her face set and white, her eyes clear with concentration as she had tended to his bloody back.

Out on the laundry green, the soft chorus of the chickens scratching out the morning dust comes slowly, floating faintly through the morning breeze. The sun is just rising, the dawn unlocking itself in incremental shades of pink and grey over the trees that shelter the loch.

He sighs, a deep, explosive thing that aches through his chest and reaches to take hold of her fingers that cup his cheeks, relishing in the weight of their joined skin.

She nods quietly, eyes shining, willing him on.

‘I… I dream sometimes-‘the words come haltingly, aching and broken to his tongue.

‘About, about what was done to me in… In Austria…’

They are out before he’s truly understood that he’s said them, hanging in the space between them for a brief moment before crashing to the ground, never to be uttered again.

She presses closer, the weight of their joined skin grounding him.

Another nod, short and reassuring, her hands tightening their pressure against his skin.

Go on, her eyes seem to say, soft and wide with love and worry.

‘I… I’m in a prison cell, I canna remember what I was put in there for… An’ they… They…’

They had come as the night role call had been made, the tramp of their boots crashing through his head as he had sat and shivered in the corner of the cell that was only big enough to squat in, curling his long limbs about him, trapped in an agony of waiting.

The stone walls had dripped with water; ice cold rivulets mingled with the high, sharp scent of fear-sweat that prickled against every inch of his skin.

‚March es an!‘

Three words barked out into the silence.

The creak of a pressured tap, the weight of hollow, bloody breathing silenced by the blasting rush of a torrent of water, his body being flung back against the wall.

‘They thought to do it to break us. To show us that any resistance was futile. To…’

‘It doesna happen often’, he says quietly, holding her gaze, trying to force the memories back. ‘Just… Just when the season’s changing and I… I can feel the chill of it…’

She doesn’t reply, but reaches for him, standing on tiptoe to press a soft, chaste kiss against his forehead, her fingers tangling themselves in his curls.

‘Thank you,’ the words are little more than a whisper behind the second kiss, murmured against his skin. ‘For telling me.’

‘Shall we go out for the day?’

They are in the kitchen, the soft morning light playing at the windows, Bran’s head a comfortable, grizzled weight against Jamie’s knee; the bright, yellow gleaming up at him. His fingers dig absentmindedly into the dogs’ skull, the bite of old and wiry fur digging under his cuticles.

The light is soft and dappled from the small window set deep in the wall across from the AGA, the kitchen humming on the stove. The ghosts of children’s footsteps echo through the hallway and down the passageway, the house sighing in the silence.

Claire watches him from the AGA, cradling her mug of tea, a soft smile playing across her lips.

‘Why not? As far as I know, Faith’s gone into Broch Mordha with Albert and William’s up at Kenny Lindsay’s for the day, helping bring in their silage.’

‘Good lad,’ Jamie murmurs, thinking of William’s bright, freckled face as it had been the previous evening, tawny eyes glowing as he regailed the table with tales of his escapades up at Boreland Lodge.

‘Aye, I think we should,’ he raises his brows at her in mock severity, a master admonishing a troublesome pupil, his tone softening as he sees her brows rise. ‘Ye need to at least, mo nighean don. Ye’ve barely sat down since Faith an’ Albert announced their engagement.’

She shoots him a dark look, but it is one that cannot hide her smile as she moves away from the AGA to perch on the arm of the carved rowan wood chair that had been Brian Fraser’s throne when he was a lad.

‘Where shall we go then, if we’re going at all?’

A small smile nips at her lips and he grins back at her, the weight of all of the worries and cares from the last few months falling away from her face until she looks just like the young nurse that he remembers falling hopelessly in love with back at Sandhurst.

‘Loch Eil? I havena been up there for years. We could catch a bus from Broch Mordha to Blaich and take the dog and a picnic? Get the last bus back?’

She nods, considering him.

Anxious not to be left out of the plans, Bran pads over to Jamie’s chair and shoves his large, grizzled head under his arm, tongue lolling in a bare jawed grin, yellow eyes glinting wolfishly up at him.

`Bran, ye old rascal,’ Jamie cannot help but laugh, digging his fingers into the dog’s scalp. ‘As if we could ever forget ye, aye?’

‘There’s bread in the bread bin, cold meat and cheese in the pantry and there should be some of last year’s elderflower wine left over…’

Claire is already planning an inventory before the thought has even caught up with him and the old dog shifts his massive head, fixing him with a yellow, wolfish stare, jaws opening up in a yawn.

Popping her head out from the larder, Claire rolls her eyes at husband and dog and throws an old wicker basket, lined with a red and white spotted gingham into Jamie’s arms.

They catch a bus from Broch Mordha to Blaich that is just about to leave, leaping up the steps as if they were newly weds again and not with three nearly grown up children and nearly twenty years of marriage under their belts.

Bran gambles between them, jaws wide and grinning, barking his head off at the racket and is nearly lost entirely until Jamie grabs the scruff of his neck and firmly loops the lead over his head, pulling him up short with a yelp.

‘Off fer a day in the country, are we?’

The bus driver, a man whom neither of them know, grins at them as he accepts their fare, eyes flicking up in surprise as he takes in Jamie’s height, the cloth cap pulled rakishly down over one eye.

A flicker of something that could be recognition passes through the old, cragged face, the small dark eyes lighting up for the smallest of moments but is gone before either of them can truly register it.

‘Alright, Sassenach?’ Jamie laughs at his wife, planting his feet and digging his fingers into Bran’s fur to keep him from dragging him up the bus. A few heads turn his way, laborers making the most of the Sabbath with their sweethearts in shirt sleeves, slacks and printed cotton dresses, a doe-eyed woman with two bairns beside her; wide, grey- eyed lassies with stubs of blonde plaits and rosebud mouths slick with toffee. They shrink close to their Mam as Bran shoves his nose at them, yellow eyes wide and gleaming, squealing as the whiskery snout bristles against bare, soft skin.

‘Thig a-mach às a sin, Bran,’ Jamie raises his eyebrows at the dog, who grins back at him, the brindled fur around his muzzle shot through with sparks of white, standing stark against the deep, dark bed of grey and brown.

‘My apologies, mistress,’ he murmurs to the woman, who blushes and dips her gaze away at being addressed so formally. Feeling the quirk of a smile curling at the corner of his lips, he tips his cap at the lasses, who titter and giggle as he moves away.

Claire is hatless and laughing, her hair curling sweetly about her face when he reaches her, her eye shining as she shifts the picnic basket onto her lap to clear the seat that she has saved for him.

‘Still got the old charm I see,’ she dimples up at him, eyes shining as the bus rumbles and lurches into life, trundling up the main street and out of Broch Mordha.

‘I think it’s a bit rusty myself, actually,’ he murmurs back, leaning over to kiss her gently, lips lingering over the soft curve of her cheek.

‘Never,’ she murmurs back, the word caught around a smile as she snuggles in close, pillowing her head in the crook of his shoulder blades.

Outside the bus windows, the countryside rushes past in a blur of brown and green and grey, the hours slipping away as September unfolds itself through the softly changing colours on the trees.

Keeping a firm hand on Bran’s head, Jamie presses close to Claire, resting his chin against her unruly crown of curls, watching the landscape that he had once known like the back of his hand flood back into being.

They creep slowly over the last hill, the glen stretching far out beneath them, the faint heather heath of the Grampians, shrouded with a crown of cloud rising thick and black far out in the distance.

Loch Eil is a large bowl of black water tucked away at the bottom of the glen and then, the small cluster of dark, wet stone houses of Blaich, scattered around the loch like fishermen standing for their catch.

As the bus makes the steep descent, he can just make out bairns playing in the gardens, the billow of the weekend wash soft on the wind, the soft, sharp scent of bog myrtle and salt fresh to his nostrils. It feels impossible that the war has likely touched this safe, secluded little haven, ripping away fathers from their families, plucking men from the loch shore mending their nets like a silent, black talloned vulture.

Beside him, Claire stirs, blinking away her sleep; a soft, bonny smile catching at the corners of her lips.

Bram shifts and whines under his hand, the rough, pink tongue lolling out to lick his palm.

‘Are we there yet?’

Her eyes are wide and shining from sleep, her hair a tousled crown tangled about her face.

‘Aye, Sassenach,’ he answers her with a kiss, squeezing her hand lightly in his own. Giggling like a lass, she bats him away, gathering the picnic basket and clicking her tongue for the dog.

Lugging the picnic basket between them, they take a turn around the loch, the towering shadow of Gulvain black and looming out the clouds.

Bran bounds on ahead, skittering through the litter of wild growing broon and heather and Jamie cannot help but laugh, turning his face skyward, the chill of the wind slapping against his skin, taking his breath away.

Overhead, the pewitts cry out in the silence, their songs soft and sure on the breeze, the land enveloped in the soft, rank smell of rain and wet heather.

He exhales slowly, letting the scent of it consume his tattered lungs, the scent of heather, bog myrtle, peat and gorse flooding his senses entirely bringing him home.

He cannot help but laugh, the sheer joy of being outside, being back where he belongs, in a place that does not hold the memories which he is still trying to come to terms with at Lallybroch, utterly infectious to his soul.

A Dhia!

This… This was what freedom was!

This… To feel the wind pulse through his soul, his heart loud in his ears, the sun wheeling out to the afternoon, the hum of the land deep in the air as crisp and sweet and clear as the heather that runs in a great, sloping carpet down to the loch shore.

This was what his heart had yearned for during those long, cramped hours spent crushed in that achingly small space with men who were merely shadows of themselves, unable to breathe lest they should choke on the stale, fetid stink of fear and death that clung to every moment of their incarceration.

‘Are you alright?’

Claire gives him a quizzical, lopsided smile, her eyes shining at his joy, squeezing his hand lightly within her own.

They have climbed the slope on the west side of the loch and have reached the carved lovers’ seat that looks down over the glen, Blaich snoozing soft and rain washed beside the water.

The picnic basket lies open between them, hunks of bread torn off and eaten with thick slices of cold ham and Broch Mordha sheep’s cheese. Bran lies at their feet, panting from the climb and his excursions into the heather, his jaws wide in a wolfish smile.

Against the water, the great hulking shadows of Gulvain and Braigh na Uamhachan tower thick and dark above the loch, the nestled shadows of Kinlocheil white and shining in the soft, storm tossed light.

Claire turns to him, the soft afternoon light catching at her curls, one hand reaching out from where it rests against the fine grained wood and resting against his own, their fingers quivering against each other.

‘Aye, mierleach mo chiride,’ he murmurs, unable to stop the smile from quirking at his lips as he sees her eyes widen at the Gaelic.

‘Mierleach mo chiride,’ she repeats, testing the syllables against her tongue. ‘That’s a new one. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use it before, at least not as far as I can remember.’

‘Thief of my heart,’ he grins, drawing her close, twisting a loose light shot curl against his finger.

‘Which ye are, if ye recall. Only took ye standing over my bed at the hospital at Sandhurst wi’ your pale, set face, holding a bowl full of bloody metal for me tae fall hopelessly in love wi’ a bonnie Sassenach nurse who spent the time telling me tae hold still whilst she plucked asphalt out o’ my bloody back and ken that it was she with whom I wanted tae spend the rest of my days with.’

He grins at her, taking in her raised eyebrows and has to bite back a laugh as she shakes her head in disbelief, leaning over to kiss her gently, lips brushing against the chill clarity of her cheek.

She scoffs at him, batting away his advances in mock outrage.

‘You were half out of your mind with pain and morphine, as I recall, Captain.’ Laughing, she mimes throwing her bread and cheese at him, making him duck.

‘Aye, maybe so, but the point still stands. Ye were the most beautiful lass that I’d ever seen.’

He reaches for her again, slowly twisting a loose curl against his finger, the dappled fire of brown and gold that is now sparked through with just a hint of silver.

Her replying smile is soft, her demeanour shy, the whisky coloured eyes that he loves so much gleaming with questions.

‘Am I still?’

‘Aye, m’annsachd,’ he murmurs in reply and she smiles, nestling close so that she can rest her head on his shoulder, looking out over the soft, dark shadows of the glen stretched far out beyond them, snug and safe together in each other’s warmth.

#mine #writing #fanfiction #outlander #ww2 au #claire beecham #jamie fraser #blood of my blood #thoughts?

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28th December 1734, death of Scottish folk hero and outlaw Robert Roy MacGregor more commonly known as Rob Roy. Rob Roy joined the Jacobite rising of 1689, 1715 and 1719. All the Jacobite uprisings as well as the last in 1745, attempted politically and militarily to restore a Catholic monarch to the British throne. Upon the failure of the risings, Roy tried to become a respectacle Cattleman, but was branded an outlaw after defaulting on a loan. His lands were then seized by the 1st Duke of Montrose, whereupon Roy waged a blood feud against the Duke until 1722, when he was finally imprisoned. The following year the exploits of his life were fictionalised as' The Highland Rogue’, which made him a legend earning him a pardon. His folk legend was still well established in the next century with William Wordsworth poem 1803 "Rob Roy's Grave" The Wordsworth’s 1803 tour of Scotland was documented in Recollections of a Tour Made in Scotland by his sister Dorothy (whose birthday was on the 25th). In 1817, Sir Walter Scott published ‘Rob Roy’, which is the most well known account of his life. The book influenced Hector Berlioz to compose a Rob Roy overture in 1831. #robroy #scottishhistory #scottishhistoricalromance #scottishhighlands #jacobite #jacobites #jacobiterebellion #folkhero #folkheroes #williamwordsworth #williamwordsworthquote #robroysgrave #scotlandhighlands #historicalillustration #historic #historydaily #historyonyourdoorstep #otd #onthisdayinhistory #hectorberlioz #walterscott #historyofscotland #scotlandthebrave #18thcenturyhistory https://www.instagram.com/p/CJWOQ_ZHG_j/?igshid=5cvyb631dqqs

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tremendousartisanlover · 5 years

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RDR2 Zelda AU cast

(Not official- all fanmade- except for the Read Dead characters) Including Characters I chose to be in both the main story and epilogue

Think of this cast as a teaser to my new fanfiction

Link, Ganondorf, and Zelda belong to Nintendo

Rinku, A Tale of Two Rulers belongs to the amazing and talented @figmentforms

Red Dead Redemption 2 belongs to RockStar Games

Lincoln "Link" Morgan- Richard Ian Cox Ganondorf Dragmire- Dan Green Zelda Hyrule Dragmire- Kelly Sheridan Rinku Hyrule Dragmire- Tara Strong Hosea Matthews- Curzon Dobell Dutch Van der Linde- Benjamin Byron Davis Bill Williamson- Steve J. Palmer Charles Smith- Noshir Dalal Javier Escuella- Gabriel Sloyer Josiah Trelawny- Stephen Gevedon Mary-Beth Gaskill- Samantha Strelitz Karen Jones- Jo Armeniox Tilly Jackson- Meeya Davis-Glover Uncle- James McBride Kieran Duffy- Pico Alexander Lenny Summers- Harron Atkins Leopold Strauss- Howard Pinhasik Micah Bell- Peter Blomquist Molly O'Shea- Penny O'Brien Mr. Pearson- Jim Santangeli Reverend Swanson- Sean Haberle Sadie Adler- Alex McKenna Sean Macguire- Michael Mellamphy Susan Grimshaw- Kaili Vernoff Leviticus Cornwall- John Rue Colm O'Driscoll- Andrew Berg Agent Milton- John Hikok Agent Ross- Jim Bentley Angelo Bronte- Jim Pirri Anthony Foreman- David St. Louis Alden- Christopher Geary Hector- Ben Hollandsworth Jimmy Brooks- Adam McNulty Thomas Downes- Peter Lettre Archie Downes- Paul Thode Edith Downes- Jayme Lake Mr. Dockery- Patrick Noonan Seamus- Brit Whittle Leigh Gray- Tim McGeever Archibald MacGregor- Greg Hildreth Beau Gray- Bjorn Throstead Tavish Gray- Madison Arnold Clay Davies- Kevin Cahoon Penelope Braithwaite- Alison Barton Cathrine Braithwaite- Ellen Harvey Rains Fall- Graham Greene Evelyn Miller- Gibson Frazier Eagle Flies- Jeremiah Bitsui Captain Monroe- Jake Silberman Colonel Favours- Malachy Cleary Thomas- Jim Coleman Levi Simon- Jeffrey Gurner Hercule- Guyviaud Joseph Leon- Andy Mendez Alberto Fussar- Alfredo Narciso Baptiste- Babs Olusanmokun Arturo Bullard- Asa Somers Brother Dorkins- Max Eddy Sister Calderon- Irene Debari Charlotte Balfour- Emily Dorsch Mayor Henri Lemieux- Simon Jutras Tom Dickens- Christian Conn David Geddes- Jeff McCarthy Abe- Scott Richard Foster Mrs. Geddes- Jill Jackson Ansel Atherton- Brian Victor Johnson Albert Cakes- Michael Cullen Blackwater Photographer- Donavon Dietz

#rdr2 #cast #first four characters voice cast are fanmade #everyone else are official voices #teaser #a tale of two rulers #zelgan #zelda #ganondorf #rinku #figmentforms #link

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justinofthearts-blog · 7 years

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MCU vs DCCU

David and Goliath, Achilles and Hector, Floyd Mayweather and Connor MacGregor. History is filled with the clash of two titans and I think the MCU and DCCU are no exception. If your a fanboy or fan girl you'll probably hear a lot of debate over who is better. I'm here to put my two cents in and state my opinion. Since the release of the first Iron Man film, the MCU has been a major game changer in films about super heroes. The build up, character developments, story lines are all spot on, maybe not always sticking directly to the comics but keeping elements of them within the film, albeit adding their own vision of the characters. We are a year away now from the cinematic masterpieces that are Infinity War I&II as well as Justice League. With the DCCU, Zack Snyder decided to go a different route and give us Justice League before addressing the origin stories of some of the leagues major characters such as Aquaman, The Flash and Cyborg who will be getting their own solo films after the first Justice League film. Opposite from Marvel who established several solo films before releasing The Avengers. In this case, I have to say that Marvel wins the award of better character development than DC. DCCU though I have to say though loves using iconic actors from previous films such as Watchmen with the casting of Patrick Wilson as Ocean Master for the solo Aquaman film starring Jason Momoa and Amber Heard. Wilson previously played Night Owl in Watchmen. We also had Jeffrey Dean Morgan cast as Thomas Wayne, father of Bruce Wayne in Batman vs Superman. Morgan had previously played The Comedian alongside Wilson in Watchmen. And with the confirmed future The Flash film being titled Flashpoint, its possible we'll see Morgan play Batman from Flashpoint. In Flashpoint, Barry Allen aka The Flash goes back in time to save his mother, but in doing so alters the timeline therefore Thomas Wayne becomes Batman, not Bruce with the latter having been killed, and Martha Wayne becoming The Joker. Crazy right? I for one would love to see a female representation of the Joker on the big screen, if Lauren Cohan is on board to play it. DCCU I believe also captures iconic comic images and places them into their films for split seconds but it's more than enough for the average fanboy or girl. But all in all, I love comic books and both cinematic universes have their pros and cons, and at the end of the day they are stories meant to inspire and motivate. It's a wonderful time to be alive in the case of seeing these cinematic masterpieces come to life.

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madpicks · 7 years

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New Post has been published on https://www.madpicks.com/culture/tv/twitters-got-jokes-game-thrones-season-finale-dragon-wolf/

Twitter’s Got Jokes About The ‘Game Of Thrones’ Season Finale, ‘The Dragon And The Wolf’

This post contains spoilers for Game Of Thrones Season 7 Episode 7 “The Dragon and the Wolf”.

Game Of Thrones went all out with its longest episode yet for the Season 7 finale, “The Dragon and the Wolf”. There was a big death scene, a psychic vision we totally saw coming, more incest in a season that’s been like two thirds incest, and an excuse for more speculation about Bran and the Night King.

Did you know the VMAs were happening at the same time? No spoilers:

https://twitter.com/McJesse/status/901961950078394372

Meanwhile, Dany and Cersei’s respective squads had their corporate team-building getaway in an arena at King’s Landing:

https://twitter.com/saladinahmed/status/901978377913028608

https://twitter.com/tvoti/status/901983197751156736

And Daenerys was fashionably late with the fabulous entrance:

https://twitter.com/CornOnTheGoblin/status/901978184383594498

https://twitter.com/msemilymccombs/status/901978448578707456

But Cersei was unimpressed. By everything.

Dany pulls up on the first dragon to be seen in hundreds of years and Cersei is like “…..you’re late”. I love that miserable woman so much

— Larry Beyince (@DragonflyJonez) August 28, 2017

Cersei: I don’t believe in zombies Also Cersei: have you met The Mountain, this zombie I hang out with all the time #got

— Brandon Stroud (@MrBrandonStroud) August 28, 2017

CERSEI: “oh course I believe in the dead army, it’s just that I disagree the cause is man-made.”

— Jesse McLaren (@McJesse) August 28, 2017

Cersei failed to condemn wight supremacy too.

— Justin Duckham (@Jduckham) August 28, 2017

Meanwhile, the Greyjoys had differing opinions. Euron just wanted to know if the white walkers would come for him…

Euron was like, “can they swim? Cool cool cool…..”#GameofThrones #ThronesYall pic.twitter.com/YDu8cmJ3AT

— Fawziah Qadir (@GigiMasria) August 28, 2017

And Theon decided to go on a quest to save his sister Yara, even if he has to take more damage to the crotch along the way:

Theon be like #GameOfThronesFinale pic.twitter.com/RJt9mYUWAE

— Hector Canales (@HectorCofficial) August 28, 2017

Theon vs. Iron Born Dick Kicker > Mayweather vs. MacGregor

— Bend the Neil (@rejects) August 28, 2017

That’s what we call a deunuch ex machina. #gameofthrones

— Courtney Enlow (@courtenlow) August 28, 2017

Ugh, Theon is totally Azor Ahai, isn’t he? #GameofThrones

— Alyssa Fikse (@lyssiefikse) August 28, 2017

The weird thing is that Theon winds up having three dicks.

— Andrés du Bouchet (@dubouchet) August 28, 2017

And then Lord Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) finally — finally — got his comeuppance when Bran brought the receipts and Arya took Littlefinger out with the same Valyrian steel dagger he had given to Bran. Chaos is a ladder, Baelish.

I’d like to nominate Littlefinger getting exposed as the new “Blinking White Guy” GIF #GameOfThrones #GameOfThronesFinale pic.twitter.com/bmoGv27qdg

— Tristan Cooper (@TristanACooper) August 28, 2017

Bran’s tax return must be LIT. He got all the receipts. #GamesOfThrones

— Phillip Henry (@MajorPhilebrity) August 28, 2017

Littlefinger: “I deny it!” Sansa: “Let me call my chief witness, my brother who can SEE ALL OF TIME AND SPACE.” #GameofThrones

— Todd VanDerWerff (@tvoti) August 28, 2017

YOU ARE SO FUCKED, LITTLEFINGER. #GameOfThrones #NoConfederate pic.twitter.com/PFRXdiQ7CH

— Donna Dickens (@MildlyAmused) August 28, 2017

A boy has no throat. #GameOfThrones

— shauna (@goldengateblond) August 28, 2017

pic.twitter.com/82QH1DNyZC

— Dave Itzkoff (@ditzkoff) August 28, 2017

hmm pic.twitter.com/H3oKgAFZcs

— Brian Grubb (@briancgrubb) August 23, 2017

Littlefinger: I AM COMMANDER OF THE VALE I DEMAND YOU TAKE ME HOME!!

Knights of the Vale: pic.twitter.com/g1kbUVxCL4

— ❄️Matt Stark❄️ (@_MatthewBoomin_) August 28, 2017

Ladies and Gentlemen, Little Finger is finally dead #GameofThrones pic.twitter.com/P3Ysc7zwx7

— GoT Things (@GoTthings_) August 28, 2017

pic.twitter.com/PY9cUAHfYO

— Jimmy Donofrio (@JimmyDonofrio) August 28, 2017

Bran also told Samwell about being the Three Eyed Raven. Cool story, Bran.

Sam just reacted to Bran’s Three Eyed Raven thing like the rest of the Defenders react to Danny and his Iron Fist thing. #GameOfThrones

— Jessie (@JessLizBryan) August 28, 2017

Bran is like the opposite of a superhero. He tells people his secret identity when they don’t even ask or care.

— On Vacation Don’t@me (@OhNoSheTwitnt) August 28, 2017

And Sam let Bran know what Gilly discovered about Jon Snow’s real name and legitimate claim to the iron throne. Then Bran did his greenseer thing and revealed Jon’s real name: Aegon Targaryen.

Did… did Rhaegar Targaryen name TWO sons Aegon? What kind of George Foreman nonsense….

— Rebecca Pahle (@RebeccaPahle) August 28, 2017

Naming both your kids to fulfill the prophesy jic pic.twitter.com/KujgGwZtdw

— Vann R. Newkirk II (@fivefifths) August 28, 2017

You know nothing, Aegon Targaryen

— Jason Nawara (@JasonNawara) August 28, 2017

Meanwhile, Jon/Aegon and his Aunt Dany didn’t know about this revelation while they were busy getting together to “break the wheel” if you know what I’m sayin’.

Having sex while someone narrates the backstory of how you’re related to your lover is some REAL kinky shit

— Pete Blackburn (@PeteBlackburn) August 28, 2017

NOOOOOOOOO!! THIS CANT HAPPEN!! pic.twitter.com/CblzlIvJVT

— Leslie Jones (@Lesdoggg) August 28, 2017

When youve been waiting for Dany&Jon to get together and it finally happens-as Bran narrates the story of how theyre related. #GameOfThrones pic.twitter.com/ayxwY3EKpY

— Alyssa Doyle Labare (@lysslabare) August 28, 2017

I’m convinced that George R.R. Martin wrote #GameOfThrones solely to convince the world that incest is okay under the right circumstances…

— Will Rodgers (@WilliamRodgers) August 28, 2017

ME, WATCHING GAME OF THRONES SEASON 1: wtf is up with all the incest

ME, BY SEASON 7: incest is probably the only real love there is

— Baegar Targaryen (@TVsCarlKinsella) August 14, 2017

When you’re super happy that Jon and Daenerys finally hooked up but then remember its incest #GameofThronesFinale pic.twitter.com/ITJugdjlF6

— Jake Montgomery (@JakeM0NTGOMERY) August 28, 2017

Just when we thought the episode may have already peaked, Bran had a vision of something that may or may not be happening in real time: Tormund and Beric at The Wall witnessing the Night King on his ice dragon destroying The Wall in this amazing scene.

#GameOfThrones The wall has stood for thousands of years

Ice Dragon: “Hold my beer” pic.twitter.com/I2pBh9Rakm

— Mark Smith (@M_Miscreant) August 28, 2017

Tormund & Beric when they saw the Ice Dragon…. #DemThrones #ThronesYall pic.twitter.com/D9JMRA3Fqi

— bigmike (@mikelowkey) August 28, 2017

Dragon said “Jon ain’t the only thing tearing walls up tonight!!!”

— The Adam (@AdamMichaelJr) August 28, 2017

Night King looks like he’s on one of those 25c rides in front of the grocery store #GoT #GameofThrones #GameOfThronesFinale #ThronesYall pic.twitter.com/d2l9kK2abR

— Tori Rudacille (@TeeRudyEternity) August 28, 2017

They’re going to build a new wall, and the Night King will pay for it.

— Sam Adams (@SamuelAAdams) August 28, 2017

Branden Stark built the Wall and Branden Stark got the Wall destroyed. And also the Night King could be Branden Stark

— Vann R. Newkirk II (@fivefifths) August 28, 2017

night king shot his shot pic.twitter.com/w2O0nJ7D0h

— martin rickman (@martinrickman) August 28, 2017

TORMUND BETTER HAVE SOMEHOW SURVIVED THAT BECAUSE HIM AND BRIENNE STILL NEED TO MAKE MONSTER BABIES THAT CONQUER THE WORLD #GameOfThrones pic.twitter.com/icg1gpyf4Z

— kathleen (@kathleen_hanley) August 28, 2017

“We’re gonna need a bigger wall.” #GameOfThrones

— Erik Tanouye (@toyns) August 28, 2017

All in all, it was a productive season:

Well this season of GoT was a success. All I wanted was for an aunt and nephew to fuck and for an 11 y.o to continue her murderous rampage

— Larry Beyince (@DragonflyJonez) August 28, 2017

But some alleged viewers were definitely bluffing…

Game of Thrones spoiler: as expected, this episode was a real doozy.

— Martha Kelly (@MarthaKelly3) August 28, 2017

WOW THAT THRONE REALLY GOT GAMED AMIRITE

— Every Tweet Ever (@EveryTweet_Ever) August 28, 2017

And some were just happy the season was over…

ME: i can’t wait for the game of thrones series finale!

FRIEND: oh i didn’t know you watched game of thrones

ME: i don’t

— The Pan-Midwesterner (@panmidwest) August 27, 2017

Finally, time for Ballers!

— Pete Blackburn (@PeteBlackburn) August 28, 2017

#game of thrones #Got #HBO #TV

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mycatisanalien · 7 years

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MY CAT IS AN ALIEN contribute to the first book entirely focused on THURSTON MOORE:

“Thurston Moore - We Sing A New Language” by NICK SOULSBY Omnibus Press (UK/ USA) OUT MARCH 13, 2017

From author Nick Soulsby: For “We Sing A New Language: The Oral Discography Of Thurston Moore”, I wanted to use the experiences and perspectives of the people who have played on the numerous records he’s featured on outside of Sonic Youth, to paint a picture of his development and his interests in music across the years. It’s notable how much of his energies, very early on, were on gaining this wider experience while – since the mid-Nineties – there’s a veritable explosion of effort devoted to other scenes which then feeds back into Sonic Youth in the form of the SYR records, releases with Mats Gustafsson, the presence of Borbetomagus on the Murray Street album, their choices of support acts when touring. There’s even a specific character to Moore’s efforts during Sonic Youth’s peak of commercial success in the early-to-mid-Nineties with Moore evangelising and paying tribute to the underground bands who he felt was important – so much of that era is spend on covers and tributes. It’s that kind of pattern that speaking to the people involved was able to tease out.

The book includes a comprehensive Contributors section in which each of the 170 people involved summarises their personal creative urges and expressions – the hope being that it gives the reader a sense of who they’re speaking to and a starting point for further exploration. Frankly, if you enjoy the work of Thurston Moore then there are a lot of people in here worth finding!

In first name alphabetical order:

Aaron Dilloway, Adam Golebiewski, Adam Kriney, Alan Bloor, Alan Licht, Alan Read (Krayon Recordings), Alex Ward, Amanda Kramer, Ambrose Bye (Fast Speaking Music), Andrew Clare, Andrew Kesin, Andrew MacGregor, Andrya Ambro, Andy Moor, Anne Waldman, Anne-James Chaton

Balazs Pandi, Benoit Bel (Mikrokosm Studios), Benoît Bourreau (Film Maker), Bill Nace, Brett Robinson, Brian Kinsman (Deathbomb Arc), Britt Brown, Bryn Harris, Byron Coley, Byron Westbrook

Campbell Kneale, Carlos Giffoni, Carlos van Hijfte (Tour Manager), Chris Corsano, Chris Gollon (artist), Chris Pottinger, Christian Marclay, Colin Langenus, Cory Rayborn (Three Lobed Recordings), Cris Deison, Cristiano Nunes (ZDB Venue)

Dagobert Sondervan, Daniel Sandor (Producer), Dave Keay, David Markey, David Newgarden (Manager to Yoko Ono), David S. Blanco (Blank Editions), Deb Goodge, DJ Spooky, Don Dietrich, Don Fleming. Dylan Nyoukis

Evan Parker, Frank Rosaly, Frans de Waard, Gene Moore, Giancarlo Schiaffini, Glenn Branca, Greg Vegas, Hal Rammel, Hanin Elias, Heath Moerland (Fag Tapes)

J.D. King, Jim Thirlwell, Jack Rabid, James Nares (Artist), James Sedward, James Toth, Jane Scarpantoni, Jean-Marc Montera, Jef Whitehead, Jeff Hartford (Bonescraper Recordings), Jeremy Miller, Jim Dunbar, Jim Sauter, Jim Sclavunos, Joe McPhee, Joe Tunis (Carbon Recordings), Johannes Buff (Mikrokosm), John Clement, John Corbett, John Howard, John Moloney, John Olson, John Russell, John Tye (Lo Recordings), John Wiese, Jon Forss (Lo Recordings), Josh Baer (White Columns), Justin Pizzoferrato (Sonelab)

Karl Hofstetter (Joyful Noise), Keith Wood, Kevin Crump (Wintage), Kim Rancourt, Kommissar Hjuler

Lasse Marhaug, Lea Cummings, Lee Ranaldo, Leslie Keffer, Lin Culbertson, Loren Connors, Lydia Lunch

Mani Mazinani, Manuel Mota, Marc Urselli, Marco Cazzella (My Dance The King), Marco Fusinato, Margarida Garcia, Martin Bisi (Producer), Massimo Pupillo, Mat Rademan (Breathmint), Mats Gustafsson, Matthew Saint-Germain (Freedom From), Maurizio Opalio (My Cat is an Alien), Michael Chapman, Michael Gira, Mike Gangloff, Mykel Board

Nathaniel Howdeshell (Fast Weapons), Neill Jameson, Nels Cline, Nolan Green, Pascal Hector, Patrick Best, Paul Flaherty, Paul Smith (Blast First), Pete Nolan, Phil Blankenship (Troniks), Phil X. Milstein

Rafael Toral, Rat Bastard, Rhys Chatham, Richard Hell, Richard Kern (Film Maker), Rob Hayler, Robert Meijer (En/Of), Robert Poss, Roberto Opalio (My Cat is an Alien), Ron Lessard (RRRecords)

Samara Lubelski, Sanford Parker, Sarah Register, Sérgio Hydalgo (ZDB), Shayna Dulberger, Sonny Vincent, Stavros Giannopoulos, Steve Lowenthal (Vin Du Select Qualitite), Stuart Braithwaite, Susan Stenger

T. Mortigan (Destructive Industries), Terri Kapsalis, The New Blockaders, Thurston Moore, Tim Foljahn, Tom Moore, Tom Smith, Tom Surgal, Toshi Makihara, Trumans Water

Venec Miller, Vice Cooler, Virginia Genta, Wally Shoup, Walter Prati, Warren Defever, Wharton Tiers, William Hooker, William Winant, Yoko Ono

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NICK SOULSBY: https://nirvana-legacy.com/

OMNIBUS PRESS: http://www.omnibuspress.com/Product.aspx?ProductId=1127389

#nick soulsby #Thurston Moore #my cat is an alien #maurizio opalio #roberto opalio #MCIAA #we sing a new language #omnibus press #books #music #experimental music #sonic youth

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ihouseucom · 7 years

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60 Seconds with... Skydoll

#housemusic Causing a storm with their debut single 'Feel You' with Timotha Lanae, we grab 60 Seconds with the hot new US band who go by the name of Skydoll. What's the story behind Skydoll, where are you from and how did you meet? We currently live in Minneapolis, though Paul also resides in Amsterdam. Paul and Mac Gregor started getting together on Monday nights to experiment and have fun with some musical ideas. Paul bumped into Brandon who was dj'ing in a club in downtown Minneapolis. Paul and Brandon knew each other from the local Indie Rock scene. They realized a shared love of disco, soul, funk and electronica. Paul invited Brandon to drop by the following Monday night. Brandon, Paul and MacGregor have been creating music together ever since. How did you get your name? Skydoll is our muse - a cosmic goddess of love and hedonism representing a utopian time and space. A place where all people, from all walks of life can gather in peace, enjoy music, enjoy each other, and get down on the dancefloor. Your sound is very soulful, who or what influences your music? We hail from Minneapolis. Much of our sound is a reflection of the city we call home. Minneapolis has a rich tradition of soul and funk music known globally as the famous “Minneapolis Sound.” Tell us about your debut release 'Feel You' with Timotha Lanae? “Feel You” came about from our first get together with Timotha Lanae. She was performing in “Sister Act,” at a nearby theater. She dropped by one Saturday afternoon in between matinee and evening performances to see if there might be an opportunity to collaborate on something. By the time Timotha raced off to be on time for her evening performance two hours later, “Feel You” was written! The single also comes with 2 really great dance music remixes from 2 house music producers we love, Opolopo and Sandy Turnbull nwho each bring something very unique to the table. Tell us about Timotha and your connection with her? We saw Timotha perform months prior to meeting her. She was singing with Soul Superstar Alexander O’Neal at First Avenue in Downtown Minneapolis.. We thought it would be amazing to meet her someday and have her sing on one of our songs. Months later, we were at Creation Studios in Minneapolis with famed bassist Billy Peterson. Billy told us to drop by the club Icehouse later that evening to meet a singer he was working with. We found ourselves at Icehouse that evening with Billy and in walked Timotha, the very singer who inspired us months earlier at First Avenue. You've also self- managed the project and launched your own Skydoll label. What drove the decision to not release on an established label, how difficult has the process been and what are the pro's and cons in your experience so far? We come from an Indie background and it was important to us to stay true to these roots on our debut release. Admittedly it has been a huge learning curve. Thankfully we have received helpful advice from industry professionals handling our release. The experience has been a rewarding one and we feel like we know a lot more about what it takes to make a project a success. As a result, we feel much more confident in managing our career. Will there be other acts signed to Skydoll Records too, or is it just for your own musical output? For now, Skydoll Records is just for our own releases, but you never know what the future may hold. It would be exciting to develop and extend a solid platform for artists and releases we believe in and feel passionately about. How important are songs for our dance floors? Songs are of vital importance for the world’s dancefloors! A great dance track elicits joy and memories of good times. We need more joy in the world. Who are your favourite current Soulful acts? So many great Soulful acts out there! Hard to narrow down to just a few. Louie Vega, DJ Spen, Soulbridge, Michele Chiavarini, Sean McCabe, Opolopo, Joey Negro... As a new act, how hard has it been to break into the scene and what advice would you give to any producers thinking of doing the same? We have all individually been making music for many years in a variety of bands and projects. It is thrilling to have Skydoll break through into worldwide recognition! Our advice is simple. Hard work and tenacity! Do it because you love it! Keep doing it because you love it! Eventually, others will love it too! Who does what in the studio when you compose a new track? Paul usually comes up with the core ideas for our songs, then we all work together to create a vibe we're happy with. Which other vocalists would you like to work with? We would love to work with Lisa Shaw, Lady Alma, Sharlene Hector, Sheree Hicks, Diane Charlemagne, Michele Rivera, Colette... What else should we be looking out for from you in the next few months, any plans for a Skydoll album or live shows? We're joining forces with Timotha Lanae on some new songs, which will hopefully be ready sometime later in the year! We have been very focused on studio production for the moment, but we certainly would not rule out live performance. 'Feel You' is out now on Skydoll Records. notification email: [email protected] Images: Soundcloud: http://dlvr.it/Pk3j0G

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artsvark · 7 years

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KZN Philharmonic Summer Symphony Season

KZN Philharmonic. Photo: Val Adamson.

The glorious KZN Philharmonic begins its year with a six-concert Summer Symphony Season taking place every Thursday in the Playhouse Opera.

Concert Listings:

Concert ONE / opening Date: 9 February Conductor: Kwame Ryan Soloist: Joanna MacGregor Featured instrument: piano Programme: Beethoven Overture of The Creatures of Prometheus; Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2; Beethoven Symphony No. 6 in F major, Pastoral Pre-concert Lecture: Michael Green

Concert TWO Date: 16 February Conductor: Kwame Ryan Soloist: Francesca Dego Featured instrument: violin Programme: Glinka Overture to Ruslan and Ludmilla; Wolf-Ferrari Violin Concerto and Dvorak Symphony No. 8 in G major Pre-concert Lecture: Michael Green

Concert THREE Date: 23 February Conductor: Daniel Boico Soloist: Daniel Ciobanu Featured instrument: piano Programme: Borodin Overture to Prince Igor; Prokoviev Piano Concerto No. 3; Tchaikovsky Symphony No. 6 in B minor, Pathetique Pre-concert Lecture: Michael Green

Concert FOUR Date: 2 March Conductor: Daniel Boico Soloist: Mariam Batsashvili Featured instrument: piano Programme: Mendelssohn The Hebrides Overture (Fingal’s Cave); Rajna Laila Adonai Ma-Adam Chorus No.1 (three Hebrew Choruses) Liszt: Piano Concerto No. 1 and Brahms Symphony No1 in C minor Pre-concert Lecture: Dr Teddy Pillay

Concert FIVE Date: 9 March Conductor: Yasuo Shinozaki Soloist: Andrea Balocco Featured instrument: trombone Programme: Grieg Holberg Suite; Grondahl Trombone Concerto for Orchestra and Beethoven Symphony No. 7 in A major Pre-concert Lecture: Dr Teddy Pillay

Concert SIX / final Date: 16 March Conductor: Yasuo Shinozaki Soloist: Andrey Baranov Featured instrument: violin Programme: Berlioz Overture to Beatrice et Benedict; Glazunov Violin Concerto and Tchaikovsky Symphony No. 2 Little Russian Pre-concert Lecture: David Smith

The orchestra moves back to the Playhouse for this year – performing in the magnificent Opera House.

The soloists selected for this season represent some of the most exciting vibrant talent of the new generation of global music makers – marrying rock-star appeal and accessibility with heavy weight music credentials, applauded virtuosity. All have recently won major international music competitions.

The three featured conductors showcase diverse and rich backgrounds: Kwame Ryan is a Canadian of Trinidadian descent. Daniel Boico is an Israeli-American and associate guest conductor of the KZN Philharmonic, and Japanese maestro Yasuo Shinozaki.

“The KZN Philharmonic is committed to enriching the cultural life of South Africa’s diverse audiences by presenting world-class concerts which reflect the diverse heritage of our country,” says Bongani Tembe, Chief Executive and Artistic Director: KZN Philharmonic.

The first concert of the season features Joanna MacGregor on piano performing Shostakovich’s scintillating Piano Concerto No. 2 under the baton of Canadian-born Trinidadian conductor Kwame Ryan.

Joanna MacGregor OBE is one of the world’s most innovative musicians, appearing as a concert pianist, curator and collaborator. Head of Piano at the Royal Academy of Music and Professor of the University of London, Joanna MacGregor is also the Artistic Director of Dartington International Summer School and Festival. She was made an Officer of the Order of the British Empire (OBE) in the Queen’s Jubilee Honours in 2012.

Conductor Kwame Ryan will be making his debut with the KZN Philharmonic and will conduct the first two concerts. He has earned distinction over a broad spectrum of symphonic and operatic repertoires on both sides of the Atlantic and in the Far East.

On the programme is Beethoven’s Overture to the Creatures of Prometheus; Shostakovich’s Piano Concerto No. 2 and Beethoven’s Symphony No. 6 in F major, Pastoral.

The second concert (16 February) sees Kwame Ryan return to the podium. The soloist is Francesca Dego on violin, making her debut with the KZN Philharmonic. Dego is quickly developing into one of the most sought-after young violinists on the international scene. Signed since 2012 by Deutsche Grammophon, she regularly appears with the world’s leading orchestras and is the winner of numerous national and international competitions.

The programme opens with Mikhail Glinka’s Overture to Ruslan and Ludmilla followed by Italian composer Ermanno Wolf-Ferrari’s violin concerto and closes with Dvorak’s Symphony No.8 in G major.

The KZN Philharmonic’s associate guest conductor Daniel Boico joins us for the following two concerts. On 23 February he conducts multi award-winning young pianist Daniel Ciobanu from Rumania – winner of the 2015 UNISA international piano competition and the 2014 Scottish international piano competition in Glasgow. Ciobanu has been described as “impetuous” – with a love of the classical repertoire.

Morning tea and symphony:

Catch the final rehearsal on the morning of the scheduled concerts every Thursday during season at 10:00 for a nominal charge.

Contact KZN Philharmonic offices for bookings and for more info: [email protected] / 031 369 9438.

The all-Russian programme features at its centrepiece Prokofiev’s viscerally exciting Piano Concerto No.3. Either side of it are Borodin’s Overture to Prince Igor and Tchaikovsky’s Symphony Pathetique: No. 6 in B minor – the composer’s final completed magnum opus.

The March 2 concert features Mariam Batsashvili on piano as the soloist performing Franz Liszt’s virtuosic Piano Concerto No. 1.

At only 23 years old, Mariam Batsashvili already ranks among the most promising young pianists of her generation. She won the 10th international Franz Liszt competition, and was nominated by the European Concert Hall organisation as the Rising Star for the 2016 / 17 season.

To better appreciate the music ahead of the concert:

Pre-concert lectures take place in the Alhambra Room at the Playhouse from 18:00 until 18:40 prior to the concert every Thursday.

Also on the mixed bag programme will be Mendelssohn’s The Hebrides Overture Fingal’s Cave, Rajna’s Adonai Ma-Adam Chorus No.1 and Brahms’ Symphony No.1 in C minor.

For the final two concerts of the Summer Season the baton is in the hands of Japanese conductor Yasuo Shinozaki. He opens the 9 March concert with Edvard Grieg’s Holberg Suite. The featured piece for the evening is the Trombone Concerto for Orchestra by Danish composer Launy Grondahl. Soloist is principal trombone player with the KZN Philharmonic, Italian trombonist Andrea Balocco – a master’s graduate from the Geneva University of Music.

The evening climaxes with Beethoven’s Symphony No.7 in A major – one of the composer’s most revered masterworks. It is a paean to heroic patriotism.

The final concert for the season on 16 March opens with Hector Berlioz’s overture to Beatrice et Benedict; followed by a technically exacting violin concerto in A minor by Aleksandr Glazunov, a Russian composer, music teacher and conductor of the late Russian romantic period, performed by St Petersburg-born Andrey Baranov – a prize-winner of more than 20 major international competitions.

The Summer Season’s closing work is Tchaikovsky’s Little Russian Symphony No.2

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KZN Philharmonic Summer Symphony Season was originally published on Artsvark

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