#Mew york City Angels

[iriskrane]

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[anarcho-occultism]

Tracy Jordan

Tracy Jordan (1966-March 17, 2026) was an American actor and musician active from 1978 until his death. Jordan was born in Yankee Stadium and, owing to both the unusual location and the simultaneous focus on the arrival of the world-eater Galactus by most public officials, was not officially issued a birth certificate. Jordan grew up in the Knuckle Beach neighborhood of the Bronx, which was infamous for high crime rates and general dysfunction. The Cult of Quetzalcoatl regularly abducted sacrifice victims from the neighborhood, a fate which Jordan only narrowly avoided on at least two occasions. Owing to his family’s precarious financial situation, Jordan eventually dropped out of high school and relied on sporadic odd jobs such as acting as a busboy at the legally dubious ‘McDowell’s’ restaurant in Long Island. Jordan longed for bigger things, however, being drawn to acting after a chance encounter with actor Charles Hayden Savage while he was filming an episode of Brazzos. Jordan was able to become a cast member on the short-lived show Ray Ray’s Mystery Garage which aired on IBC from 1978 to 1980. Once the show ended, Jordan became a street performer who specialized in basket drumming for cash on the streets of New York City.

Jordan’s ultimate break would not come until 1984. That year, Jordan heard about the Apollo Theater’s Amateur Night and decided to perform stand-up during it. During the performance, Jordan proved popular with the audience which happened to include prominent comedian Jonathan Crunk. Crunk, viewing Jordan as having potential, took him under his wing and was able to get him his first big breakthrough of adulthood by joining the cast of Studio 60 in the 1987-1988 season. Jordan was a cast member on the show for over a decade, during which he played many notable roles. During the Gulf War and Eugenics Wars, Jordan regularly portrayed General Warren Boutwell giving bombastic and at times derailed press conferences and continued to depict him after Boutwell exited the military to start a restaurant. He also participated in many parodies of the children’s show Mr. Robinson’s Neighborhood, including an infamous sketch where he portrayed the eponymous Robinson vandalizing the setting of My Friendly Neighborhood to reduce completion. Jordan additionally played a camera operator in Studio 60’s infamous Gordy’s Home sketch, which was never aired after the original airing in 1998. Jordan attracted praise for many of his performances and was able to leverage his new status to advance his career further.

Jordan began his music career in this time, intially mainly recording novelty songs in the vein of the late ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic. However, Jordan soon sought to branch away from this. He joined the Lethal Interjection Crew in 1994 but left two years later after a falling out with its leader Thugnificent. Jordan released several rap singles throughout the 1990’s but was never able to release a full album which thus prevented him from earning full-fledged stardom in the world of music. Jordan also acted in several B-movies during this era, including Cleaver II, Who Dat Ninja, Rescue Bay: The Movie, Hard to Watch, Angels With the Filthiest Souls and The Crows Have Eyes, as well as several episodes of the Night Springs revival. Jordan also dabbled in voice acting, primarily in English dubs of Japanese anime series thanks to connections with Japanese production companies he formed while filming Samurai I Amurai. Jordan notably participated in the English dubs of Tinymon, Pink Dark Boy and Mew Mew Kissie Cutie (a performance which was widely panned and Jordan claims was done ‘to buy a vacation house’). Jordan also got married during this time to Angie Shepherd, though initially he refused to acknowledge the marriage to maintain a playboy public image.

In 1999, Jordan expressed disappointment he was stuck with B-movies and comedies and announced he was quitting in favor of directing, announcing his first project would be a serious. biopic of President Douglass Dilman with he himself in the role of the nation’s first African-American president. However production hit snags quickly. Jordan had not asked the Dilman family for permission to make such a film and a spokesman denounced the idea of Jordan making such a movie. He additionally announced his friend Vincent Chase had been cast as a member of Dilman’s Secret Service detail before Chase committed to the role and the two had a falling out when Chase publicly said he had never signed on to the role. The production ground to a halt when his executive producer (who de facto was a second director) Roman Bridger was killed after becoming yet another in the infamous chain of Ghostface murderers. Despite this, Jordan continued to try to go through with the film, pouring much of his own money to salvage it, but in the end His Accidency would never make it to audiences.

Some have suggested the erratic behavior Jordan began displaying in the 2000’s was a result of frustration his more serious artistic intentions were blocked. It has been suggested Jordan’s infamous 2003 trip to Wadiya and public embrace of the nation’s dictator Haffaz Aladeen was a scheme to try to get money from Aladeen to sustain his movie. During the 2001 dot com recession, Jordan expressed a positive attitude towards the infamous Project Mayhem, drawing widespread criticism. Jordan also, on multiple occasions, assaulted paparazzi with various improvised weapons, including a prop from the original Galaxy Wars that Jordan had purchased for $2 million at a charity auction. These controversies caused significant damage to Jordan’s career and by the mid-2000’s, Jordan was nearly bankrupt and struggled to find work. However, he was able to secure a leading role in the sketch comedy series The Girly Show in 2006, which subsequently was rebranded as TGS With Tracy Jordan and took on a renewed life as a program no longer solely targeting a female audience. Jordan did continue to draw controversy–a PSA where he told African-Americans ‘don’t vote’ aired three times before Jordan requested it be taken off the air–but it did enable a greater deal of stability. Jordan was able to have the financial security to pursue a more stable interest in his hobbies such as American history, a passion he picked up after learning of his descent from Thomas Jefferson and his slave Sally Hemmings. He played a crucial role in funding the team that debunked the claims of the so-called ‘Washingtonians’ clan of cannibals that they were descended from George Washington. During Jordan’s time on TGS also involved recurring feuds with co-star Jenna Maroney, though the two would ultimately leave the show on amicable terms. Jordan’s career arguably peaked in this time period as he ultimately became an EGOT winner after winning all 4 of the entertainment industry’s most prestigious awards.

After the conclusion of the show, Jordan once again developed a controversial reputation. After the Awakening of Magic, Jordan would begin to espouse a number of human supremacist sentiments. He would be temporarily banned from The Circle after calling for killing vampire celebrity Lestat de Lioncourt and the expulsion of Prince Krel of Akiridion from Earth after he criticized Jordan’s comments. Jordan also was temporarily arrested after egging Justin Russo following his election as President of the Magical Congress of the United States in 2015. Jordan would announce a presidential bid on a human supremacist–but otherwise rather left-wing–platform in 2016, though he failed to obtain ballot access and was only able to earn status as a write-in in the states of New York, Illinois and Winnemac. Beyond this political drift, Jordan also was dogged by more mundane celebrity scandals. Jordan got into a physical altercation with pop musician Connor4Real in 2014 that led to him being hospitalized with a broken pinkie. His wife’s reality show Queen of Jordan drew controversy for an episode where the Jordans insisted on continuing a California vacation even in the midst of a kaiju attack which was accused of encouraging dangerous behavior by the Pan-Pacific Defense Corps. Jordan did begin to calm down after his personal physician, Dr. Leo Spaceman, was arrested for helping manufacture Substance-D and Jordan revealed Spaceman had been giving him some of the said substance while claiming it was vitalizing medicine, a factor helping drive his erratic tendencies.

Citing a desire for more privacy, Jordan would move to Canada in 2019, where he remained through the COVID-19, Kongoli flu and Alvin virus outbreaks. Jordan was thus not in the US when the President’s Day Massacre occurred and installed David Jefferson Adams as President. Jordan denounced the coup attempt and expressed support for the efforts of the Left Eye and other groups to violently resist the far-right takeover of America, causing a rift between him and his old employer Jack Donaghy (who, while opposed to the coup attempt, favored a strategy of nonviolent resistance). Jordan announced another bid for the presidency in 2024 and gained some traction after the Adams-stacked court disqualified Governor Georgina Hobart from consideration. Jordan announced former Republican Senator Alex Keaton as his running mate and was, surprisingly, allowed to run by the Adams regime, though Adams’ allies within the New Founding Fathers movement likely only did so presuming Jordan’s status as a de facto exile and history of erratic behavior would weaken his chances. Jordan would officially received 12% of the popular vote and won a faithless elector from the state of Vermont who defected and voted for Jordan after another elector was arrested for voting for the state’s socialist former Senator Julian Felsenburgh. Jordan would remain in Canada for the rest of his life, as his poor physical health meant that when a resurgence of the Kongoli flu occurred in 2026, it proved to be a fatal infection. Jordan died on the same die as his TGS co-star Maroney, who also died of Kongoli flu in New York City–in an eerie parallel to Jordan’s ancestor Thomas Jefferson and his rival/friend John Adams.

References

30 Rock, Marvel Comics (The Coming of Galactus, ), Q: The Serpent God, Coming to America, Only Murders in the Building, Scrooged, Carter’s Army, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, Star Trek, Undercover Brother, Saturday Night Live, My Friendly Neighborhood, Nope, Weird: The Al Yankovic Story, The Boondocks, The Sopranos, Baywatch, Home Alone, Schitt’s Creek, Alan Wake, Johnny Test, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Undertale, The Man, Entourage, Scream, The Dictator, Fight Club, iCarly, Masters of Horror, Shadowrun, Interview With The Vampire, 3Below, Wizards of Waverly Place, Harry Potter, Works of Sinclair Lewis, Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping, Pacific Rim, A Scanner Darkly, The End of October, The Sadness, The Handmaid’s Tale, Shattered Union, Sorry to Bother You, The Politician, Family Ties, The Purge, Lord of the World

#league of extraordinary gentlemen #mega crossover #30 rock #sketch comedy #alternate history

[erigold13261]

Oh you know? Yinu probably has either never seen snow before, or has only ever seen like thin sheets of snow. Never enough to actually build like full on snowmen or snow angels (at least not enough for them to be clean and not so close to the ground dirt and grass get into the snow).

Peni on the other hand lived in a place that had lots of snow every winter. So mew going to Nueva York, and then to Vinyl City means mew probably hasn't seen real snowfall in years.

Definitely think Peni and Yinu would at some point want to go somewhere it was snowing. Maybe Peni goes with Asa to England and invites Yinu and her mama since it snowed there and wants them to enjoy it.

I don't know, just a thought that popped up in my head :3

#rambling #nsrtalk #spidertalk #eritalks #eriverse #noart

[stereochromatic404]

Pokémon Movie Ranking

According to Me (English Dub only). Spoilers Below

#1. Pokémon 2000: The Power of One (2000) [7.3/10] “Alone It’s Song Will Fail, thus the World Shall turn to Ash”. Lugia’s Song is great, Plot kicks ass.

#2. Pokémon Heroes (2003) [6.8/10] Venice! but with Pokémon. Also Ash Gets kissed by a Latias. (and he doesn’t even like girls!)

#3. Pokémon Ranger + The Temple of the Sea (2007) [6.7/10] The Ending song is way better than it has any right to be. Ash becomes Aquaman for some reason.

#4. Pokémon: Rise of Darkrai (2008) [6.7/10] Ash climbs the Sagrada Familia to stop a wormhole from destroying a town (and possibly the world).

#5. Pokémon: Lucario + The Mystery of Mew (2006) [6.6/10] Use the Aura, Ash! In which Ash befriends a Lucario with the power of The Force so he can get his Pikachu back from a World Tree. It’s like Star Wars meets Yggdrasil.

#6. Pokémon: The Power of Us (2018) [6.5/10] Ash and some new friends draw a poison cloud away from a town with the power of teamwork! (and plot armour!)

#7. Pokémon 3: Spell of the Unown (2001) [6.3/10] Nothing is real anymore. Ash gets pissed when an Entei kidnaps his mom.

#8. Pokémon: The First Movie (1999) [6.1/10] Ash tries to stop some senseless violence by throwing hands with Mewtwo. not that you care, bc you’ve probably seen it already.

#9. Pokémon: Destiny Deoxys (2005) [6/10] Ash tries to help a boy recover from trauma he suffered after witnessing the second impact Deoxys. He does this by getting stuck in an empty city with Deoxys, Rayquaza, and some Angels malevolent cubes. Basically it’s Poké Genesis Evangelimon.

#10. Detective Pikachu (2019) [5.8/10] The MCU started off at this level of quality, and now look at it. Video Game movies will be money spinners come 2029, I guarantee it.

#11. Pokémon Zoroark: Master of Illusions (2011) [5.8/10] Grings Kodai is one nasty prick (at least by Pokémon standards)

#12. Pokémon: Volcanion + The Mechanical Marvel (2016) [5.7/10] Ash gets tethered to a legendary by accident and gets dragged around, i guess?

#13. Pokémon: Kyurem Vs The Sword of Justice (2012) [5.6/10] Keldeo fights a Kyurem. that’s the entire film. Nice and Simple.

#14. Pokémon: Arceus + The Jewel of Life (2009) [5.4/10] Ash stops the PokéGod from destroying the world through some time travel malarkey.

#15. Pokémon: Giratina and the Sky Warrior (2009) [5.4/10] It’s got some good music, like when Ash is being chased by some Magnemite.

#16. Pokémon 4ever (2002) [5.3/10] Villain big and dumb. Celebi cute and squishy. Ash fails to realise Sammy is a young Professor Oak.

#17. Pokémon Jirachi: Wish Maker (2004) [5.3/10] Why would you dedicate an entire movie to Budget Conan? The Groudon bit is silly but the rest of it is ok.

#18. Pokémon White: Victini and Zekrom (2011) [5.3/10] A film more famous for the fact it had two versions than anything to do with the actual plot of the film.

#19. Pokémon: Hoopa + the Clash of Ages (2015) [5/10] Turns out trying to cram every legendary into a film doesn’t work. Who Knew? Certainly not OLM. (or Warner Bros. for that matter) 

#20. Pokémon: Genesect + The Legend Awakened (2014) [5/10] a gang of Genesect cause a blackout in New York. Also Mewtwo is there for some reason.

#21. Pokémon: I Choose You! (2017) [4.9/10] The decision to Reboot the movie canon continues to amaze me with how poorly it paid off IMO. This film commits so many cardinal sins but its only nearly saved by the visuals.

#22. Pokémon: Diancie and the Cocoon of Destruction [4.8/10] So many potential villains to choose from, if only it could pick one and stick with it, especially since its not a fucking mystery film!

Let me know what you think! etc.

#pokemon #pokemon movies #ash ketchum #movies #pokeani

[cosplaydude637]

Chapter one: normal days.

New York is a city field of all kinds of people. going from place to place leaving their lives. What everyday people did not know is that there small little world was all fake. For underneath all the coffee dates and business. There is a world of darkness a Shadow world.

In this world, we have guardians called Shadowhunters or “police for Downworlders”. They are humans that have angel blood. The angel blood allows them to use rune to enhance their already heightened natural abilities to battle rouge downworlders or demons.

Jace Lightwood Herondale is one of these guardians. He is a tail man with saggy blind hear and golden eyes his body was covered in black marks and a long sword was griped in his right hand. His eyes were locked on a huge wolf that’s stands in front of him. “Torrent don’t make me do this.” Jace pleads throw his teeth. The wild wolf Just snorts and lunges at Jace.

Jace quickly doges to the side. So fast no mondane could of seen him. The wolf slide on the wet grass of Central Park. It turns and finds Jace right in front if it’s face. Jace brings his sword down quickly and blood shouts out from the wolf’s head and now a human ear lays on the grass. “Torrent you have broken the law and if you continue to hunt Mondanes I will be forst to kill you.” Jace grips his sword handle ready for another attack.

“Torrent he will do it” says a girl voice. Jace smirks as a black girl walks up behind him. “It's about time you got here Maia.” Jace says as his body losses.

“Sorry the pack was on a hunt last night. I did not get your note tell today.” Maia replies. Maia Roberts was the leader of the New York wolf pack. She was a slender girl with curly black hair. She did have a aura of leadership to her. “Did you have to cut his ear off?” She asks.

“It was a ear or his life. I think the ear was a batter idea.” Jace snickers. Slow the huge wolf turned back into a teen boy with his left ear cut off.

“I will kill you shadowhunter!” Torrent snapped. Maia looks at Torrent with a stern look and he drops his head in somishen.

“Lisson cub and lisson good you got a chose to make. Join my pack and deal with the punishment I give you or.” Maia says

“Or I kill you for breaking the Law” Jace smirks. Torrent looked form Maia and Jace then charged at them full speed his transformation beginning. Maia was way more skilled and was able to change in to her wolf form in a split second and attacked Torrent her jaws biting down on his throat. Jace sheaths his sword and shakes his head in disapment. There is a loud snapping sound and Torrents human body falls to the grass. Maia turns back to normal spitting out blood. “I really don’t like having to do that.” She spits out angrily.

“I know Maia but he left us no choose. If he head not joined your pack the clave would of sent the order to kill him. He murdered four Mondanes.” Jace stats laying a hand on Maia shoulder.

“I know but it still sucks. We will deal with the body. He is of are kind after all. A child of the moon.” Maia gives a wisale and two very big men come out of the tree line and pick up the body. One slow picks up the ear and holds it out with two fingers. They nodded at Maia and walk off. “Say where is Clary and the others?” Maia asked looking around.

“Clary is with her mom and Luke getting them saddled in at the academy. Alec and Magnus are off somewhere with the boys. Ask for Izzy and Simon there still on their honeymoon.” Jace says with a black face.

“Man how long they going to be in Israel?” Maia retorts. Jace just shrugs. The two walk over to the street where his Motorcycle sits. “You have a Vampire bike?” She asks.

Jace smirks and looks at his bike with admiration. “Yep the Vamp clan made it for me after that event with the ogre attack on the hotels dumort.” He responds with joy. Maia just shakes her head and start off for the subway. “See ya later blondy” she waves. “Later fle bags,” Jace chuckles and jumps on his bike and speeds off.

In Manhattan live Magnus and Alec. In side there home kayus is happening. Max a blue skinned worlock child is running after a young black haired shadowhunter child named Raphael. “Daddy help!!!” Raphael says running into the kitchen and ducking be hind Alec’s leg.

“Wow wow wow what’s going on?” Alec asks looking at his boys.

“Dad he broke my Harry Potter wand.” Max says holding up two pieces of a toy wand.

“I didn't mean to I was just practicing my dagger throws Ankle Jace showed me.” Raphael cry’s.

Alec lets out a heavy sigh. “Where's papa?”

“He was in the study last we saw him.” Max says glaring at his younger brother. Raphael head more behind Alec.

“Ok Max we will get you a new wand and Raphael no more knife throwing in bedrooms.” Alec takes the wand from Max and then rifles both his boys hair. “Go play with Chairman Meow for a bit boys.” The two kids hug their Dad and runoff and a few scents later there is the sound of a cat crying out in tirrer. “I side play not kill!”

Alec walks in to the studies to see his Husband setting behind his disk. Magnus is a strap dresser and has his very own still. However today Magnus was dressed in a old gray sweater and black sweats. His black hair was tasseled like he head been holding his hands in his hair. Alec cross the room so quiet and light. He kisses his Husbands cheek. Slow Magnus looks up and smiles.

“Hey there my handsome man.” Magnus says and is cut off by Alec kissing his lips.

“You ok Magnus? You look like you seen a ghosts?” Alec inquirers.

“Oh yes fine fine it’s just a letter from someone wanting my sirves.” Magnus explains shifting the latter he was reading under some other papers. Alec looks unaffected. “Well I need to go in to town Max wand is broken and we need milk.” Alec says and heads for the door. “The boys are playing with the cat.” Alec says and opens the steady door. Chairman mew came running into the room and hides under Magnus disk. “Playing?” Magnus says raising his left eyebrow. Alec shrugs and walks out of the office.

A week later Jace sits in the library. Behind a large oak desk with angels holding up each end. On the desk papers are everywhere. Some in piles others just scattered around the desk. A few are all crumpled up in balls. A young 20 year old girl with fire red hair walks in to the Library and over to Jace and kisses his cheek. “Hello hottie.”

“Hey there Clary.” Jace says smiling up at the girl.

“They are all in the main yard and the others will be here soon.” Clary says smiling. Jace hangs his head down

“Man why are we doing this again?” He asks

“Because we are a institute and the clave wants us to and I love to see you tell the Console no” Clary responds pulling Jace to his feet. The two walk out of the library and head down to the front of the Institute.

In the main yard stands three other people. Two guys and a girl. One of the men is Alec Lightwood. The other guy is kind of scrawny compared to Jace and Alec his hair was plain brown and it was ruffled. He was wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt with the words the mortal instruments on the front. This was Simon Lovelace. Standing next to Simon was a girl with long black hair she was in a short black skirt that come to just above her knees and a black string tank top with a black leather jacket. This was Isabelle Lightwood.

“Magnus gone to get them?” Clary asks walking up holding on to Jace arms. Alec just nods.

“We’re are the boys?” Isabella asks.

“With mom” Alec answers.

“You guys get moved in?” Clary inquiries looking at Simon and Isabelle.

“Yes we did thanks for that huge room.” Isabelle smiles.

“It was the farthest from our room I don’t want to hear you newlyweds all night.” Jace snickers.

“Oh ya like we had to deal with the two of you.” Simon retorts. Jace was not able to use a come back because a blue portal opens up.

Magnus Bane walks out of it smiling. “Right this way kiddos.”

Out of the portal rolls a young man with brown hair and a average build . After him tumbled a girl with poofy brown hair and a slender body. Once that girl was out of the way a younger boy with black hair shaved down to the skull and was a skinny toothpick came flying out Superman style and finally a small girl with long reddish brown hair down to her butt and a slim build walked out like any other normal ShadowHunter would.

“On your feet and line up!” Jace shouts and the four teens scramble to their feet and line up shoulder to shoulder. “Ok newbies I am going to only say this once and if you don’t get it to bad. I am Jace Lightwood Herondale and this is Clary Fray Fairchild.” Jace says and points to Clary who gives a light wave. “We run this place. You will be sent on missions by us. Simon will be your physical trainer and Izzy will be your weapons master.” He adds and then points to Simon and Isabelle. “Most of your are from the dregs class and one is from the elite class. The one that is form the elite class you go nowhere in this city without one of us! Now I want your names and were you lived before here.” He finishes.

The tallest teen steps forward and with a very british accent says. “Mekyle form London.”

Next is the girl with puffy hair. “Angelique form Texas.”

Then the Superman diver steps forward.

“Xander from Queens, New York.”

And last the small redhead skipped up and seemed to be jumping out of her skin. “I am Ruthie from Europe and can I just say I am so honored to be here working with legends.”

“Hold up this is one of the group of Shadowhunters. You been fangirling over?” Angelique asks looking down the line at the jittery Ruthie.

“Yes this is the shadowhunter that ended not only the mortal war but the Dark war also.” Ruthie adds bouncing on her heels.

“Then that means your Headmistress Jocelyn’s kid?” Xander chimes in looking at Clary. Clary just smiles and nods.

“Guys I need to get going to the meeting with Maya and Lily” Alec says.

“No way the leaders of the Vampire and lycan clans!” Angelique squeals in excitement.

“Umm ya” Alec says a little shocked.

“Don’t mind her. Her focus of study was Downworlders and politics.” Xander says.

“Welp maybe next time you can tag along.” Alec smiles and grabs Magnus hand and turns to walk away.

“Ok Newbie head inside and find your own room.” Jace says. All the teens nod pick up their bags and head into the Institute. “This is going to be a pain.” Jace says after all the teens were in the building.

#shadowhunters #shadow world #jace herondale #clary fairchild #clary x jace #epic #cool #liveyourlife

[ravnlghtft]

Alvin Ailey born on January 5th 1931, in Rogers, Texas, at the height of the Great Depression in the violently racist and segregated south, during his youth Ailey was barred from interacting with mainstream society. Abandoned by his father when he was three months old, Ailey and his mother were forced to work in cotton fields and as domestics in white homes—the only employment available to them. As an escape, Ailey found refuge in the church, sneaking out at night to watch adults dance, and in writing a journal, a practice that he maintained his entire life. Even this could not shield him from a shiftless childhood spent moving from town to town as his mother sought employment, being abandoned with relatives whenever she took off on her own, or watching her get raped at the hands of a white man when he was five years old.

Looking for greater job prospects, Ailey’s mother departed for Los Angeles in 1941. He arrived a year later, enrolling at George Washington Carver Junior High School, and then graduating into Thomas Jefferson High School. In 1946 he had his first experience with concert dance when he saw the Katherine Dunham Dance Company and Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo perform at the Los Angeles Philharmonic Auditorium. This awakened an until then unknown spark of joy within him, though he did not become serious about dance until 1949 when his classmate and friend Carmen De Lavallade dragged him to the Melrose Avenue studio of Lester Horton.

Ailey studied a wide range of dance styles and techniques—from ballet to Native American inspired movement studies—at Horton’s school, which was one of the first racially integrated dance schools in the United States. Though Horton became his mentor, Ailey did not commit to dancing full-time; instead he pursued academic courses, studying romance languages and writing at UCLA. He continued these studies at San Francisco State in 1951. Living in San Francisco he met Maya Angelou, then known as Marguerite Johnson, with whom he formed a nightclub act called “Al and Rita”. Eventually, he returned to study dance with Horton in Los Angeles.

He joined Horton’s dance company in 1953, making his debut in Horton’s Revue Le Bal Caribe. Horton died suddenly that same year in November from a heart attack, leaving the company without leadership. In order to complete the organization’s pressing professional engagements, and because no one else was willing to, Ailey took over as artistic director and choreographer.

In 1954 De Lavallade and Ailey were recruited by Herbert Ross to join the Broadway show, House of Flowers. Ross had been hired to replace George Balanchine as the show’s choreographer and he wanted to use the pair, who had become known as a famous dance team in Los Angeles, as featured dancers. The show’s book was written and adapted by Truman Capote from one of his novellas with music from Harold Arlen and starred Pearl Bailey and Diahann Carroll. Ailey and De Lavallade met Geoffrey Holder, who performed alongside them in the chorus, during the production. Holder married De Lavallade and became a life-long artistic collaborator with Ailey. After House of Flowers closed, Ailey appeared in Harry Belafonte’s touring revue Sing, Man, Sing with Mary Hinkson as his dance partner, and the 1957 Broadway musical Jamaica, which starred Lena Horne and Ricardo Montalbán. Drawn to dance, but unable to find a choreographer whose work fulfilled him, Ailey started gathering dancers to perform his own unique vision of dance.

Alvin Ailey, a.k.a. Alvin Ailey Jr., founded the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater (AAADT). He created AAADT and its affiliated Ailey School as havens for nurturing black artists and expressing the universality of the African-American experience through dance. His work fused theatre, modern dance, ballet, and jazz with black vernacular, creating hope-fueled choreography that continues to spread global awareness of black life in America. Ailey’s choreographic masterpiece Revelations is recognized as one of the most popular and most performed ballets in the world. In this work he blended primitive, modern and jazz elements of dance with a concern for black rural America. On July 15, 2008, the United States Congress passed a resolution designating AAADT a “vital American cultural ambassador to the World.” That same year, in recognition of AAADT’s 50th anniversary, then Mayor Michael Bloomberg declared December 4 “Alvin Ailey Day” in New York City while then Governor David Paterson honoured the organization on behalf of New York State.

Ailey loathed the label “black choreographer” and preferred being known simply as a choreographer. He was notoriously private about his life. Though gay, he kept his romantic affairs in the closet. Following the death of his friend Joyce Trisler, a failed relationship, and bouts of heavy drinking and cocaine use, Ailey suffered a mental breakdown in 1980. He was diagnosed as manic depressive, known today as bipolar disorder. During his rehabilitation, Judith Jamison served as co-director of AAADT.

Ailey died from an AIDS related illness on December 1, 1989, at the age of 58. He asked his doctor to announce that his death was caused by terminal blood dyscrasia in order to shield his mother from the stigma associated with HIV/AIDS.

Choreography

Cinco Latinos, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Kaufmann Concert Hall, New York City, 1958.

Blues Suite (also see below), Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Kaufmann Concert Hall, 1958.

Revelations, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Kaufmann ConcertHall, 1960

Three for Now, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Clark Center, New York City, 1960.

Knoxville: Summer of 1915, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Clark Center, 1960.

(With Carmen De Lavallade) Roots of the Blues, Lewisohn Stadium, New York City, 1961.

Hermit Songs, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Library of Congress, Washington, D.C., 1963.

Ariadne, Harkness Ballet, Opera Comique, Paris, 1965.

Macumba, Harkness Ballet, Gran Teatro del Liceo, Barcelona, Spain,1966, then produced as Yemanja, Chicago Opera House, 1967.

Quintet, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Church Hill Theatre, Edinburgh Festival, Scotland, 1968, then Billy Rose Theatre, New York City, 1969.

Masekela Langage, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, American Dance Festival, New London, Connecticut, 1969, then Brooklyn Academy of Music, New York City, 1969.

Streams, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Brooklyn Academy of Music, 1970.

Gymnopedies, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Brooklyn Academy of Music, 1970.

The River, American Ballet Theatre, New York State Theater, 1970.

Flowers, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, ANTA Theatre, 1971.

Myth, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.

Choral Dances, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.

Cry, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.

Mingus Dances, Robert Joffrey Company, New York City Center, 1971.

Mary Lou’s Mass, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.

Song for You, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1972.

The Lark Ascending, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1972.

Love Songs, Alvin Ailey City Center Dance Theater, New York City Center, 1972.

Shaken Angels, 10th New York Dance Festival, Delacorte Theatre, New York City, 1972.

Sea Change, American Ballet Theatre, Kennedy Center Opera House, Washington, D.C., 1972, then New York City Center, 1973.

Hidden Rites, Alvin Ailey City Center Dance Theater, New York City Center, 1973.

Archipelago, 1971,

The Mooche, 1975,

Night Creature, 1975,

Pas de “Duke”, 1976,

Memoria, 1979,

Phases, 1980

Landscape, 1981.

Stage

Acting and dancing

(Broadway debut) House of Flowers, Alvin Theatre, New York City, 1954 – Actor and dancer.

The Carefree Tree, 1955 – Actor and dancer.

Sing, Man, Sing, 1956 – Actor and dancer.

Show Boat, Marine Theatre, Jones Beach, New York, 1957 – Actor and dancer.

Jamaica, Imperial Theatre, New York City, 1957 – Actor and lead dance.

Call Me By My Rightful Name, One Sheridan Square Theatre, 1961 – Paul.

Ding Dong Bell, Westport Country Playhouse, 1961 – Negro Political Leader.

Blackstone Boulevard, Talking to You, produced as double-bill in 2 by Saroyan, East End Theatre, New York City, 1961-62.

Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright, Booth Theatre, 1962 – Clarence Morris.

Stage choreography

Carmen Jones, Theatre in the Park, 1959.

Jamaica, Music Circus, Lambertville, New Jersey, 1959.

Dark of the Moon, Lenox Hill Playhouse, 1960.

(And director) African Holiday (musical), Apollo Theatre, New York City, 1960, then produced at Howard Theatre, Washington, D.C., 1960.

Feast of Ashes (ballet), Robert Joffrey Company, Teatro San Carlos, Lisbon, Portugal, 1962, then produced at New York City Center, 1971.

Antony and Cleopatra (opera), Metropolitan Opera House, Lincoln Center, New York City, 1966.

La Strada, first produced at Lunt-Fontanne Theatre, 1969.

Leonard Bernstein’s Mass, Metropolitan Opera House, 1972, then John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, Washington, D.C., and Philadelphia Academy of Music, both 1972.

Carmen, Metropolitan Opera, 1972.

Choreographed ballet, Lord Byron (opera; also see below), Juilliard School of Music, New York City, 1972.

Four Saints in Three Acts, Piccolo Met, New York City, 1973.

Director

(With William Hairston) Jerico-Jim Crow, The Sanctuary, New York City, 1964, then Greenwich Mews Theatre, 1968.

In 1968 Ailey was awarded the Guggenheim Fellowship for Creative Arts, US & Canada. In 1977 he received the Spingarn Medal from the NAACP. He received the Kennedy Center Honors in 1988, was inducted into the National Museum of Dance and Hall of Fame in 1992, inducted into the Legacy Walk in 2012, and posthumously received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from President Barack Obama in 2014.

In August 2019, Ailey was one of the honorees inducted in the Rainbow Honor Walk, a walk of fame in San Francisco’s Castro neighborhood noting LGBTQ people who have “made significant contributions in their fields.”

A crater on Mercury was named in his honor in 2012.

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Blood Sister | Feeding Habits Update #5

Hey People of Earth!

Are we back for another Feeding Habits update? Today let’s chat chapter six!

Blood Sister is the first chapter in Harrison’s POV and also the longest chapter in the book (a little over 8k words). It took me about a month to write!

Scene A:

Harrison gets back to the NYC apartment he shares with his mother after running errands to ward off either the spirit that haunts their walls or to rescue whatever is stuck in them. His mother preps for a dinner as Harrison has invited his old pal Reeve over.

Scene B:

Harrison removes a litter of kittens from behind the drywall. One of the kittens is dead. Strangely, a German Shepherd puppy is also in the litter.

Scene C:

Reeve appears in a glamorous blur and makes an interesting first impression on Suz who seems slightly stunned and endeared by her.

Scene D:

At dinner Reeve confronts Harrison about his “straight-edge” lifestyle since moving to NYC and he realizes her judgements about his life being monotonous are very true--he lacks purpose.

Scene E:

Harrison and his mother clear the dishes and Suzanna confronts him on the fact that he hasn’t told her that Reeve is in fact Lonan’s sister. Suz knows the boys’ relationship is complicated, and plays Devil’s advocate by outright asking Reeve how her brother is. Reeve, who hasn’t seen Lonan longer than Harrison, has assumed Lonan lives with them or is close by, and feels semi-betrayed that Harrison has kept his whereabouts a secret.

Scene F:

Reeve and Harrison drive to a garden and he’s reminded of the event that lead to him and his mother’s return to the east coast.

Harrison meets Winona outside a convenience store, the same woman Lonan meets in ch.6 of Moth Work. She takes him to her mansion where she’s hosting a party and introduces him to her husband. Harrison makes multiple bad decisions which you can probably figure out for yourself!

Scene G:

Harrison wakes up in Winona’s house and is confused to see her and her husband standing over his leather jacket. If we remember what happened in ch. 6 of Moth Work, Lonan gets beat up by Winona’s husband and has Harrison’s jacket & angel chain stolen. We can assume from this scene that Winona has a) recognized the jacket and b) chosen him to come back to her house for the purpose of also beating him up (which happens).

Scene H:

Reeve and Harrison jump a fence into a garden to give the dead kitten an unorthodox “water burial” in the garden’s fountain. Reeve confronts him on why no one has seemed to care about her whereabouts for the last year, and also suggests the only reason he wanted to see her now is because he misses Lonan. Harrison miserably drinks too much wine.

Scene I:

Harrison wakes up in the cold, very drunk, and Reeve is gone. A security guard looms over him. Harrison asks the confused man if he thinks he was separated at birth. Harrison isn’t referring to feeling like he’s been removed from a sibling bond, like the kittens, but a deeper, “indissoluble bond” formed between two people (like the kittens and the puppy). This connects to the title “Blood Sister” as Reeve suggests she and Suzanna may be connected in this way, to the kittens, and to Lonan and Harrison.

This idea of “indissoluble bonds” was reinforced when I listened to Stephanie Harlowe’s coverage on the Parker-Hulme case, and this was the title of her video! This idea of an immutable connection between two people who are forever separated, like the dead kitten despite its death, still being connected to its siblings, was very relevant to how Harrison feels about Lonan.

Excerpts:

Here’s the entire first scene <3

Something has died in the drywall. Suz insists there must also be a ghost—she hears cries when she sleeps—so when Harrison returns to their apartment with both a handsaw and a bottle of holy water, she’s more than pleased.

Today, it snows in New York City, and no amount of brushing off his hair and jacket rids him of the snowflakes he tracks in. His face stings with the bitter early March air, and he’s resettled easily into the east coast grit; he likes the taste of instant coffee and the smell of gasoline.

Harrison shoulders off his jacket, the leather rigid with frost, and undoes the loop of his scarf one-handed. The apartment smells overwhelmingly of cloves and apple peel, and he is unsurprised when his mother rushes over to him, flushed from the kitchen heat, her #1 Dad apron bunching at her hips, and pushes a highball glass into his palm in exchange for his findings.

“It’s a secret recipe,” she says, twiddling through his errands. Suzanna lifts the bottle of holy water to eye level, unscrews its cap, and daps two soaked fingers to her lips just as he dips his fingers into the glass, around its rim, and then into his mouth. The hot mull of liquid bursts against his taste buds, citrusy. “Wish I believed in this shit as much as I believe nutmeg is my new holy saviour.”

Harrison downs the rest of the glass’s contents, the cider’s spice grafting down his throat. Its heat clings to the roof of his mouth, a subtle burn that numbs his tongue, but he likes it, its sweetened acid like a rucking back to life.

“Is that the secret?” He runs his pinky along the base of the glass so the last drops of liquid climb up his fingernail.

“The Lord?”

Harrison laughs and accepts the holy water she hands him, rescrews its cap in place. “Nutmeg.”

Suzanna takes his empty glass and whisks toward the kitchen. On the stove burbles two saucepans and one Dutch oven, the fan whirring like the pleats of an accordion.

“Maybe it’s both,” she says.

You asked for the entire second scene? Here Harrison finds the litter of kittens:

The first thing Harrison removes when he saws through the drywall lining the two-prong outlet is a dead kitten. Its body shifts onto his hand with damp weight, like an overripe pear, its silver hair glass-like under the beam of his flashlight. Though it sits comfortably in the pit of his palm, though he knows he cannot kill or revive it, his first instinct is to lay it on the beach towel Suzanna laid out because he fears he’ll crush it with just one pulse of his thumb.

Its eyes are the size of his pinkie nail, gently shuttered like it’s drifted to a lawless sleep. The animal will remain in this state—only death, but as he looks at it, braying its hairs back with his forefinger, he considers alternative options. Harrison knows little of necromancy, but considers anointing it with the holy water, lighting a red-cased candle in front of it, chanting a verse from Revelations.

With the flashlight secured between his molars, Harrison pulls out four more kittens, all that mew as they cling to his fingers, their noses twitching against his skin like it’s feed. They burrow into the beach towel, trampling over one another with blind fervency, all shimmery silver. In comparison to their deceased sibling, they wriggle, pink-nosed, and don’t settle against the grain of the towel, always wagging, like earthworms.

Harrison believes he’s done—removed the dead animal and rescued four more. Good work which he’ll take to a farm just outside the city—Suzanna has a friend. He’s nearly clicked off the flashlight when he sees it, just a subtle glint of something else—an animal that isn’t silver, but a dry brown.

At first, he thinks it’s a rat that’s raked through the walls to where it is now, but the longer he shines the flashlight, the more he sees it is not a rat, or even a kitten. What sits, jittering behind the outlet, is a pup.

Like the kittens, its nose twitches back and forth, its eyes small enough to be the ovular black beads on Suzanna’s rosary which hangs, decorative, above the front entrance. “It’s a cleanse for the spirit,” Suz said when he questioned her reasoning for bringing religious memorabilia into a house of two atheists. “Dianne from church told me.” Dianne is a beer-bellied schoolteacher, proud pothead and mother of four who frequently volunteers at the church’s weekend functions with his mother. “She’s into that kind of thing. Seances. Jesus Christ. I think she mentioned they had something spicy going on in college.”

“Something spicy?”

“Spicy. Like hot wings. Habaneros. One-night stands. I don’t know Harry, it sounded illicit.”

They both grinned.

Harrison does not know when him and Suz began getting along. There was no one date or time, no anniversary to look forward to for their official reunion. One moment he struggled not comparing her face to the one he knew in his early teens, and the next, they crouched over a salad bowl of burnt popcorn, taking turns painting each other’s fingernails with the same shade of red nail polish—Crazy for Carmine

The dog can’t yet focus its eyes on anything, but Harrison swears it stares at him. It fidgets from its position crouched on the outlet, so when he extends his hand, an offering, he’s surprised when it crouches onto the tip of his finger, shimmying into his palm. It’s even smaller when he holds it, plum-sized, and velveteen. Its eyelids flicker like the apartment’s bad TV signal, and when it opens its mouth to cry, its teeth, no larger than the tip of a toothpick, prick up.

“You’re not a tabby,” he says, drags his fingers through the suede-like gloss of its fur. The pup curls against his knuckles, murmurs languidly until Harrison pets its head again.

“Did you say something, Harry?”           

Harrison stands from his crouch when his mother materializes from her bedroom, the animal still pared delicately in his palm. When he glances at her, he’s surprised to see she’s changed out of her usual loungewear, a tank top and bell-bottoms, and into a patterned shirtdress that sways to her knees. The Matisse-like design, organic shapes, all the colour of a celery stalk, drapes to her knees, flounces when she twirls for him.           

“I thought we agreed on business casual,” he says, but smiles wider the longer he looks at her. Tulle gathers in a funnel down her waist, pluming her so she looks less like his mother and more like a fairy.          

“I’m taking the business side, and you’ll take the casual.”          

“She’s just a friend, Mom. She’s not expecting anything.”           

“She’s got an English last name,” Suz says. Her eyelids glitter with gold pigment, her lips tacky with rouge. “Of course she’s classy.”           

Harrison thumbs the back of the pup’s head and shifts closer to Suzanna when she cocks her head toward it.

“I think Reeve is more than classy,” he says. “Maybe stylish. Exclusive. Superior. Glamorous.”           

Suzanna shifts the pup from Harrison’s hands to her own, neatly patting its head with her pinkie until its murmurs soften. When she holds the animal, it’s like he no longer stands behind her. It’s just her in her Matisse dress and the dog, comfortably blinking in her hand. “You found a puppy in a litter of kittens?” she says, less of a question, and more of a declaration of wonderment. She lifts the animal to eye level. Its nose wrinkles, like the skin of a fig. “Looks like mama picked up a stray. A beautiful stray. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

Reeve making only iconic appearances:

Reeve appears in their doorway wearing cat-eye sunglasses, a bottle of pinot noir slatted between her arm and chest. Though it’s been storming since early morning and there has been no sun in the city since the week previous, her appearance is so believable—cheekbones subtly tanned like she’s mastered the timing for a perfect sunlike glow, the sunglasses teetering neatly on the tip of her nose and staying there, like they’re a dog she’s taught to sit and stay—that Harrison’s almost convinced she commissions the sun to come out twice daily for a private show, just for her.

“We booked an appointment,” she says, letting herself into the apartment in a faux-fur blur.

Harrison swivels as she unzips, tooth by tooth, the red skin-slick vinyl of her gogo boots. Her hair falls in an untamed fringe around her forehead, the front sections pinned back by an array of rainbow-coloured butterfly clips. It mimics the fray of her jacket, fluffed around the hood’s perimeter.

Reeve dusts snow off her corduroy culottes, readjusts the collar of her black turtleneck. “When I moved to the city, I forgot how gruelling the winters can become.” She taps the heels of her boots onto the welcome mat so slush flakes onto the rubber before slipping her feet out elegantly, like Cinderella. “I almost believed New York City existed in a fictional bubble where everything remained dry and hot, like in Egypt, or the Mojave. When I asked for a hellish climate, I was hoping for sun and the occasional forest fire. Not ice and more ice.”

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” Suz speaks where Harrison’s words shrivel. She steps from the kitchen to the entrance, her dress flouncing when she extends a hand toward Reeve. “William Shakespeare.”

Reeve looks up. The cold has pinched her cheeks pink, drooled water to her eyes so when she blinks, tears sprout to her jawline. “Suzanna,” Reeve says, and embraces his mother with willful ease, like they’ve been girlfriends for a decade, like they purchase pavlova from the same patisserie at the same time on Thursdays, like they help each other whip perfectly fatty meringues at the same baking class so they can master the same pavlova and never buy it again. “I’ve heard nothing about you and yet I feel we’ve known each other for years. What do they call that? Blood sisters.”

So here’s the whole third scene lol:

At dinner, Reeve pops the cork of a bottle of pinot noir with her teeth before Suz tells her she and Harrison don’t drink. She’s in the middle of saying she’s a prophet, the bringer of wine, her lips parted around the cork, traces of her lip gloss gumming around its circumference.

“No alcohol?” Reeve says, spitting the cork into her palm so a glob of red transfers onto her skin.

Suz stirs a serving dish of clams with an olive wood spoon, their shells phosphorescent in the artificial light. “Harry and I have taken a break from spirits. Except for the holiest one of course.” She points to the roof as if signaling to the man upstairs and dishes a spoonful of clams onto Reeve’s plates, the shells chiming against the ceramic.

“That’s so reverent.” Reeve pricks the edge of a clam with a toothpick and swallows its frill into her mouth. “So virginal.”

Harrison accepts a spoonful of clams from his mother and adjusts a sprig of rosemary so it lies perpendicular to the plate’s edge. Olive oil gums under his fingernails and soaks into the fibres of a slice of bread he rips at the crust.

“I always assumed you’d be a partier if you ever moved back to the city,” Reeve says, and it takes Harrison a moment to realize she’s speaking to him. “Disco. Karaoke. Cocktails. Men who buy you cocktails.”

“Has that been your life in New York, Reeve?” Harrison sucks a lobe of clam between his lips. Its brine coats his tongue in a burst of salt and cilantro.

Reeve tips the bottle of wine to her mouth, its red gift bow shifting, silverish with light. “You could say that. I just expected more. Not that your life now is boring. But I assumed there would be more glamour.”

Harrison sops up a dribble of oil onto a shear of bread, and says something like, “I thought so too,” before swallowing.

“We have glamour,” Suz says as Harrison absently eats more clams. She points to the chandelier the two found at the bottom of a New Jersey dumpster, yet to be installed, sitting in its crystal glory on the floor. She explains the story of how it came to be as Harrison eats and listens for the mewing of the kittens, thinks about their one dead sibling that now lies curled inside a shoebox, separated in eternal rest.

Reeve is not wrong. Life in New York City has been far from glamorous. He shares this apartment with his mother who pays for all of the rent—it’s been months since Harrison could hold down a steady job. He tries with odds and ends—repairing a neighbour’s bathroom sink, tacking sconces up outside the apartment for a hundred bucks. His room is a décor-less box that smells like wallpaper even though it’s sanded smooth and painted with two coats of an eggshell-finished oatmeal white. There is no dancing, no music, no colour, no partying, no alcohol or men with alcohol. Not anymore, at least. Her statement should not sting—this is the utter truth. The apartment is repetitive shades of indistinctive creams, furniture he and his mother pick up off the curbs of wealthy homeowners, incomplete, yet his home, nonetheless. No matter the story Suz tries to spin—look at the exposed brick, look at the counter space, look at the custom-moulded baseboards the previous renters installed—he knows what Reeve has said is true. Life in the city is comfortable but monotonous—an unrelenting kind of normal.

“We found kittens,” Harrison says, promptly interrupting the women’s conversation that has quickly moved away from the apartment to their favourite places to eat gelato. Suz’s clam drifts off her toothpick; Reeve almost chokes on a gulp of wine. Harrison swipes a chunk of bread through olive oil and chews. “That’s glamorous.”

Reeve sets the wine bottle back onto the dinner table and folds her hands over the other. Her manicure is chipped, just the remnants of a tortoiseshell marble. “What kind? Calico?”

“They’re just kittens. And a dog.”

“You found a dog in a litter of kittens?”

Harrison eats one last clam and finishes his portion of bread. “Glamorous,” he says, his mouth half-full.

The beginning of scene 4:

While Suz and Reeve discuss room décor and clear the plates, Harrison checks on the kittens. Dishes clank rhythmically as they’re soaped, rinsed, dried, the ceramic whimpering in time with the kittens. He hasn’t named any but understands their differences. Though the quadruplets share the same silver coat, one has a slightly larger nose than the rest, one has a fleck of gold in its blue eye, one has pinstripes scrolled across its forehead like a branch of lightning—small details like this differentiate them.

In his palm, the one with the golden eye crawls, its underbelly sateen. Tomorrow, he’ll make the drive just outside Brooklyn where he’ll drop the kittens off at an old farmhouse. Suz’s friend from rehab is selling it, some Theodore Harvey, but his wife fosters animals, and was delighted to have the new additions. Though he hasn’t spoken to his mother about this arrangement, he also knows tomorrow he will keep the dog. Juniper, he’s named her—June with the eyes like a solstice.

When his mother pokes him, he jumps, and the kitten shimmies off his palm.

The sounds of dishes clinking morphs into the filmy mutter of a talkshow Reeve watches, sipping absently at her gifted bottle of red wine.

She nudges a pastry into his hand, where the kitten once sat, the skin of the pasteis de nata oiling his hand. He crunches into it as she watches patiently, as if waiting for a review, and its caramel flavour ruminates on his tongue.

“This is good,” he says around a mouthful of pastry.

“$4.99.” Suz smiles and takes a nibble herself. “For six.”

Together they stand over the kittens, passing the tart back and forth until Harrison gives the final piece to his mother. The apartment whirs with the calculated singe of automated laughter and the purr of the kittens. He knows one sits dead in a shoebox on his bedroom dresser. The ground too hard to dig, a burial still necessary.

Suz licks a crumb from her thumb and wipes her palms along the skirt of her dress. Their focus shifts to Reeve who lies sprawled against the two-seater, yelling something at a contestant on the show who’s gotten an answer wrong—tulip, not two lips. That’s fabulous. You are fabulously a failure.

“You didn’t tell me she was Lonan’s sister.”

Harrison pokes at a flake of pastry and wipes his hands on the front of his jeans. Reeve’s bangles clatter in a cyan jangle as she applauds at the same contestant she previously ridiculed. There are so many things he could say to his mother—he knew Reeve first, Reeve isn’t just Lonan’s sister to him, more like his own, but when he adjusts himself, swallowing and tidying the hem of his shirt, all that comes out is, “I didn’t think you needed to know.”

“I would’ve like to,” Suz says. “Does she know? That you don’t know where he is?”

Harrison’s fingernail catches on a loose thread, and he yanks it out so even Reeve glances back at its upholstered plink. “I know where he is, Suzanna.”

Reeve and Suz being icons (direct continuation from the above):

Harrison turns back to the kittens who plow over one another like ants. Heat flushes his throat, prickles his cheeks and ears and suctions like a vacuum. Though Suzanna eventually leaves, joining Reeve on the couch, propping her feet on the same coffee table so their polished feet touch, toes pink like raw cherry tomatoes, though he knows they’re both right in knowing and not knowing where Lonan is, though he knows it should no longer matter to him, he finds himself leaning against the table where the kittens encase each other in a plastic shoe bin, ticking his fingers at his side.

He does not know what the reality television show is about. From the blots he hears from the TV’s can-like speaker, he concludes it’s something about botany, love, vengeance, fertilizer. No one theme—it does not even know what it is itself. Suz has materialized with another tart, and she and Reeve nibble at it with fervency, so close, their tongues almost touch as they dart across the custard. The sight is almost viper-like, their teeth notched forward, and it should be venomous, or at its worst—friendly, but all Harrison sees is girlish, maternal intimacy.

Suz and Reeve laugh at a contestant who wears a tartan printed jumpsuit and mismatching earrings—one the shape of a pineapple, the other an urn-like bead she claims holds the ashes of her great aunt. They outline her figure with their pinkies. They clutch each other’s hands. They flush like beets and wipe crumbs from each other’s mouths.

Reeve’s momentary lapse into delicacy:

Harrison turns his back and pretends to tend to the kittens. They all know he does nothing but thumb the backs of their heads, let them suckle against his fingertips—they all know, and yet, he continues doing it. Silence cuts through the apartment like hot glass.

If Reeve and Suzanna still touch toes, it’s because neither want to loosen the other’s pride. The only sound in the room belongs to the television which has moved away from dishwashing to a watering hose—four for four, as if this is a discount, as if anyone will truly need that many watering hoses.

“I haven’t seen your brother since late August,” Harrison says once the commercials simmer back to the gaudy laughter of the reality television show. At first, he doesn’t look at Reeve. He knows what he’ll see—some form of betrayal. She didn’t come here looking for Lonan. She hasn’t even asked for him, but he knows what he’ll see when he looks at her. Best friends do not keep secrets.

When he concedes, he is right. Reeve looks at him from under a thick smear of kohl, her eyes focused, like slate beads. Her lips are pink from wine and she unhinges a fleck of opal nail polish from her thumb. Her mouth does not move, a straight line that cranks with her jaw.

“Where is he?” she asks, fluttering her lashes when Suz pats her arm. If Harrison is right, Reeve hasn’t see her brother since she peered in on him when the two shared the tent, pearled a few smoke rings from Harrison’s cigar, and left for the east coast. Before he left, Foster filled him in on the details of her eventual cross-country desertion, though there weren’t many. How he’d last seen her at the motel, a margarita wobbling in her palm, what she’d said to him, to stay special, that there weren’t many people like him left, and how she had vanished like vapour by the time they realized to check. While Reeve hiked across the country by herself, he and Lonan swam through nighttide and badly waltzed in a four-by-four bathroom. She made an anonymous life in New York City, hailing cabs with just her eyes, and learning the easiest ways to shoplift. Alone. Her last memory of Lonan one where he pretended to sleep so he didn’t have to say goodbye to her.

“Las Vegas the last time I saw him,” Harrison says. He feels the urge to apologize for something, to hug her, or cry. Though her expression unbends from severe back to her perfected mould of glitzy conviction, her momentary lapse into delicacy startles him. He looks back to the kittens who seem more interested in themselves than him.

Reeve tightens her grip around the neck of the wine bottle and tactfully sips, her pinkie erect, her lips pursed just the right amount. “What happened?” she asks and sets the bottle onto the coffee table. She lets a dribble of wine fall from her mouth so she can dab at it like a wounded animal.

Harrison and Reeve in the car:

Harrison brings the box with the dead kitten and Reeve brings the bottle of pinot noir. Together, they settle in her red Beetle convertible, a car she insists she pawned for a quarter its listing price, though he figures from the way she settles in it, carefully placing the wine bottle in the cup holder, wiping her hands on her thighs as if checking for grease, that it must belong to a roommate or boyfriend, if she has either. The car smells faintly of pineapple and vanilla, a scent not unfamiliar to him, the waft strengthening as the tree-shaped air-freshener swings closer to him with every turn.

Reeve asks vaguely of his time in the city, how life has been for him and his mother since they moved from Vegas in mid October. Her mouth flutters with speech, each word like the hull of a hard candy she specially tastes before sharing. Has it been marvellous, just as you thought? Don’t you ever wonder how a city could become so brilliant? Isn’t the weather maddening? Don’t you adore it? She asks about Foster, what living with him was like, what saying goodbye to him the week previous was like—was it tragic—and he could tell her his move in with him and his mother wasn’t much of a plan—not a last resort either, but a salvaging. A necessary resuscitation. Reeve’s lips as dubious as shadow puppets.

Here’s some of the flashback with Winona at the convenience store:

The woman stood under the hex of the convenience store’s light, spooling her in a feverish blue. The sun had been down for hours, but its residual heat clung to Harrison’s arms in tacky gusts that wound up his fingers. Like the woman, he reached for his cigarettes. Vehicles spun across the highway just beyond the gas station, and when he raised his head after lighting the cigarette, the woman was staring at him.

“Aren’t you too young to be out without a parent or guardian?” she asked. Her hair was the colour of his mother’s candlesticks, a waxy boxed red. Her rings waggled in the false light.

“Maybe,” he said, a curl of smoke looping out of his mouth. “Can’t remember which life I’m on. There are so many. I could be ninety-seven. Tomorrow might be my birthday.”

It was September in Las Vegas. White licks of car exhaust laced the black sky, and though it wasn’t cold, Harrison pulled his jacket tighter around his chest.

Winona tries to figure out whether or not Harrison is a local by getting to know his eyes/face lol:

Harrison dropped the butt of his cigarette and stomped out its embers. When it was fully out, he fit his hands into his jacket pocket and approached the woman. Up close, her trench coat was pebbled with lint, a bead from her charm bracelet missing. She crushed her cigarette too, and when her hands were free, she stepped toward him with both palms out, and pressed them to his cheeks so he felt both the heat of her skin and the watery bite of her jewelry. She examined each plane of his face as if they were sides of a prism. Her perfume, a vinegary sort of citrus, stung his eyes the closer she got, the fur of her jacket’s trim brushing his chin when she pressed to her toes for a better look.

“You could be so many things,” she said, tilting his jaw at the same moment her pinkie slid from the jab of his nose bridge to his top lip. She pushed her face closer to his and inhaled, her plastic nail marking his skin with a pixel of glitter. “You’ve got the face of an angel. Which means you’re good. You’re sacred. You’re discreet.” When her finger poked into his mouth, her knuckle snagged on his canines. “Could also mean you’re a fraud. A criminal. You know, Lucifer wasn’t always the fallen angel.”

A bit of the party:

Winona’s front lawn was manicured, cropped neat at its soil scalp. Clusters of people huddled in different places—four gargling in the stone fountain just before the iron gate, two drinking from three martini glasses at once, a group of on their backs, arms wound like a wicker basket, shot glasses teetering between their teeth like human serving tables.

Winona parked opposite the house that pulsed with light. Harrison got out when she did, and with ease, she punched into the gate, leading him past her perfect lawn, her party guests, as if they were simply garden statues.

Inside, more people concentrated, all stopping Winona for a moment to say hello as she passed. She moved in a way only the owner of a house would, her strides easy, like she knew exactly where to take him and when.

“I know it’s busy,” Winona said, adjusting her volume for the holler of party guests. “I promise it’s always like that. Who is it that says we need partners for life? God or my therapist? This is that but every week. You meet so many people.”

Harrison listened to her haphazardly. Though he’d been in Las Vegas for a month, he hadn’t been out except for a few errands at the grocery store or for cigarettes, despite his mother’s insistence he quit. The party was overwhelming. Bass from the stereo caught him by the throat and held him there as he and Winona threaded through her house that seemed closer to a mansion. The interior smelled like cleaning bleach and fruit cocktails, and he could hardly walk without someone rearing into him. He should’ve left, known better, done better, but it thrilled him, every moment of the party’s chokehold.

When Winona pushed through her French doors and out to the back pool, Harrison tailed her closely, unsure he’d be able to keep pace if he lost sight of her, even for a moment. The backyard smelled artificially floral, like orchids, tuberose, the grassy melt of citronella candles.

Some of my fave Harrison dialogue:

“You should’ve told me you were into vintage. Cheap but chic. I like it, angel.” Her ring finger smushed into his jaw, and then against his hairline.

“What’s vintage about me?”

Winona laughed, though her eyes remained glass-like. “Your jacket, of course. You’re thrifty. Into second-hand.”

~~theme makes an appearance:

It was only later, when he stumbled, bloody knuckled, through their front door, stepping over partygoers and martini glasses, that he understood. He hadn’t come to the party thinking about Lonan but managed to attract the same people. He hadn’t drunk the magenta liquid thinking about him but managed to exit the house stumbling, as he did, his knees knotted like a newborn lamb. There was something inconceivably indissoluble about them—their bond mirror-like, one making one decision, and the other mimicking it with vigour, unknowingly inseparable.

God tier denial:

“What do you miss about him?”

Harrison blinks. He hasn’t expected her to speak to him again, in fact he’s pictured the night whittling into gauzy silence, them setting the box afloat in the fountain, and then leaving once more, wordless. Reeve drinks another sip of wine. Its scent stings, like earthy cranberries.

“I don’t,” he says, which is a lie, and they both know it. Harrison has never been a good liar, but especially a bad liar around Reeve who’s always managed to snuff out the truth. She looks at him in absolutes, like she sees his every answer scraped into his cheek and doesn’t need to check his work. Her eyes are feline and rimmed with kohl and aquamarine mica—she doesn’t need anyone to tell her the truth because she holds it in her fist. “He has a girlfriend. He’s happy.” Harrison rations more wine down his tongue, three times as much as he’s intended to drink.

“But what do you miss about him?”

Harrison misses nothing. He sleeps little and smokes too much because he misses nothing. He walks by himself, eats by himself, talks to himself because he misses nothing. He jumps from job to job, person to person, place to place because he misses nothing. He wakes up in dazes the colour of blackberries because he misses nothing. He blinks dreams from his eyelashes like they’re bad spells because he misses nothing. He holds himself, he drinks himself, he leaves no company for anyone because he misses nothing about Lonan. He misses absolutely nothing.

Harrison sits up and lifts the dead kitten’s box. He feels Reeve’s gaze when he lowers it into the fountain, the box giving into the slosh of water, and feels her gaze once more when he sits back and drinks more wine. The moon makes him miserable, its silver gloat like a reminder, of how easy it would be to look at it and see Lonan’s face appear in its dime. He doesn’t register how much he drinks, just that it feels better than not drinking. He doesn’t register that Reeve never takes the bottle, that it’s just him and its open gape of wine. As the kitten swirls around the fountain, he tries not to think of its siblings back at the apartment, all mottled over each other like burrs. An unbreakable bond, and what that means, even as one of them sits alone, gurgling along the current of a fountain.

If you didn’t ask for angst before, you sure did now:

He does not remember falling asleep, and so waking up feels illusory, shimmery, like a mirage. He focuses on dart of yellow light and a man wearing a security uniform telling him he can’t be here, here being the garden, past the fence, under the fountain. Snowflakes have clumped against his eyelashes and he blinks twice to dislodge them. The man must ask him if he’s intoxicated, never noticing the shoebox floating in the fountain, because Harrison says, “Who’s to say? I miss so many things,” and isn’t talking about the bottle of wine or Reeve that both seem to have vanished, as if they were never there. Harrison blinks again, searching for Reeve’s outline somewhere in the crisp bushel of dead foliage, but she never reappears—has he imagined the entire thing, or is she magical, effervescent, invisible? What was the last thing she said? Drink it all. It’s good for you. It’s like your own personal healing tonic.

“Do you think it’s possible I was separated at birth?” Harrison asks the security guard, who leads him by the elbow out past the iron gate and into the parking lot where he stumbles over a patch of glazy slush and onto his knees.

“Are you a twin?”

Harrison draws his index finger through the slush, doodling nonsense—letters of his name, an eyeball, a singular, faceless nose. “I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“Your twin?”

Harrison shakes his head.

Snow and slush dredge his jeans and the hem of his jacket; a streetlamp filters him and the security guard in foamy yellow. His skin has numbed from sitting out in the cold too long, and in some places, prickles with heat, like the fritz of pine needles. Reeve has dissolved in the fresh spatter of snow that settles on the pavement, his fingers. The fur fringe of her hood gone, the slick of her boots. She will not be here tomorrow. He may never see her again, and yet this is not what makes him ache in the way he does.

His hands move for him. Dividing the snow in slopes, curves, lines—letters. When he’s finished, he rests his chin on his own shoulder and dries the slop of slush from his nail. The security guard leans over, bends down to get a better look, but Harrison doesn’t have to look to know what he’s written. Chiselled so the flurries fill its gaps, like cement. His name will be erased by dawn. Lonan.

So that’s it for this very, very long update! See you for chapter seven!

--Rachel

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[elcinelateleymickyandonie]

Dana Andrews.

Filmografía

- El forastero (The Westerner) (1940), de William Wyler.

- Lucky Cisco Kid (1940), de H. Bruce Humberstone.

- Sailor's Lady (1940), de Allan Dwan.

- Kit Carson (Kit Carson) (1940), de George B. Seitz.

- La ruta del tabaco (Tobacco Road) (1941), de John Ford.

- Belle Starr (1941), de Irving Cummings.

- Bola de fuego (Ball of Fire) (1941), de Howard Hawks.

- Aguas pantanosas (Swamp Water) (1941), de Jean Renoir.

- Berlin Correspondent (1942), de Eugene Forde.

- Tiburones de acero (Crash Dive) (1943) de Archie Mayo.

- Incidente en Ox-Bow (The Ox-Bow Incident) (1943) de William A. Wellman.

- La estrella del norte (The North Star) (1943), de Lewis Milestone.

- December 7th (1943), de John Ford y Gregg Toland.

- Rumbo a oriente (Up in Arms) (1944) de Elliott Nugent.

- The Purple Heart (1944), de Lewis Milestone.

- Alas y una plegaria (A Walk in the Sun) (1944) de Henry Hathaway.

- Laura (Laura) (1944) de Otto Preminger y Rouben Mamoulian.

- State Fair (1945), de Walter Lang.

- Ángel o diablo (Fallen Angel) (1945) de Otto Preminger.

- Un paseo bajo el sol (A walk in the sun) (1945) de Lewis Milestone.

- Tierra generosa (Canyon Passage) (1946) de Jacques Tourneur.

- Los mejores años de nuestra vida (The Best Years of Our Lives) (1946) de William Wyler.

- Daisy Kenyon (Daisy Kenyon) (1947), de Otto Preminger.

- El justiciero (Boomerang!) (1947) de Elia Kazan.

- Mi corazón te guía (Night Song) (1948) de John Cromwell.

- El telón de acero (The Iron Curtain) (1948) de William A. Wellman.

- Ningún vicio menor (No Minor Vices) (1948), de Lewis Milestone.

- Deep Waters (1948), de Henry King.

- Britannia Mews (1949), de Jean Negulesco.

- Mi loco corazón (My Foolish Heart) (1949), de Mark Robson.

- Sword in the Desert (1949), de George Sherman.

- Al borde del peligro (Where the Sidewalk Ends) (1950), de Otto Preminger.

- Nube de sangre (Edge of Doom) (1950) de Mark Robson.

- Sealed Cargo (1951), de Alfred L. Werker.

- Luchas submarinas (The Frogmen) (1951) de Lloyd Bacon.

- No quiero decirte adiós (I Want You) (1951) de Mark Robson.

- Destino Budapest (Assignment: Paris) (1952) de Phil Karlson y Robert Parrish.

- La senda de los elefantes (Elephant Walk) (1954).

-Tres horas para vivir (Three Hours to Kill) (1954) de Alfred L. Werker.

- Duelo en la jungla (Duel in the Jungle) (1954) de George Marshall.

- Pelirroja indómita (Strange Lady in Town) (1955) de Mervyn LeRoy.

- Cara a la muerte (Smoke Signal) (1955) de Jerry Hopper.

- Mientras Nueva York duerme (While the City Sleeps) (1956) de Fritz Lang.

- Comanche, duelo de razas (Comanche) (1956) de George Sherman.

- Más allá de la duda (Beyond a Reasonable Doubt) (1956) de Fritz Lang.

- Suspense... hora cero (Zero Hour!) (1957) de Hall Bartlett.

- Spring Reunion (1957), de Robert Pirosh.

- La noche del demonio (Night of the Demon) (1957), de Jacques Tourneur.

- Enchanted Island (1958)

- The Crowded Sky (1960), de Joseph Pevney.

- Madison Avenue (1962), de H. Bruce Humberstone.

- Primera victoria (In Harm's Way) (1965) de Otto Preminger.

- Desafío al destino (Brainstorm) (1965) de William Conrad.

- Hacia el fin del mundo (Crack in the World) (1965) de Andrew Marton.

-Ciudad indomable (Town Tamer) (1965), de Lesley Selander.

- La batalla de las Ardenas (Battle of the Bulge) (1965) de Ken Annakin.

- Berlín, cita con los espías (Berlino - Appuntamento per le spie) (1965) de Vittoria Sala.

- Los seres queridos (The Loved Ones) (1965) de Tony Richardson.

- Estación 3 ultrasecreto (The Satan bug) (1965) de John Sturges.

- El robo del diamante azul (The ten millian dug) (1966) de Bitto Albertini.

- Johnny Reno (1960), de R.G. Springsteen.

- Hot Rods to Hell(1967) de John Brahm y James Curtis Havens.

- El Cobra (Cobra II) (1967), de Mario Sequi.

- La brigada del diablo (The Devil's Brigade) (1968), de Andrew V. McLaglen.

De Oriente a Occidente para matar (Innocent Bystanders) (1972) de Peter Collinson.

- Aeropuerto 75 (Airport 1975) (1974), de Jack Smight.

- Por la senda más dura (Take a Hard Ride) (1975) de Antonio Margheriti.

- El último magnate (The Last Tycoon) (1976) de Elia Kazan.

- Los valientes visten de negro (Good Guys Wear Black) (1978) de Ted Post.

- Born Again (1978), de Irving Rapper.

The Pilot (1979), de Cliff Robertson.

Prince Jack (1984), de Bert Lovitt.

Créditos: Tomado de Wikipedia

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dana_Andrews

[fuckyeswednesday13]

The Duke of Spook and his devilish ghouls, WEDNESDAY 13, will return to the road later this year for their headlining “NEAR DARK TOUR,” with special guests THE HAXANS, in support of their recently released album, “Necrophaze,” out now from Nuclear Blast.

Ticket presales start today and general onsale takes place April 17th.

Visit https://officialwednesday13.com/ for more information.

“After two years of doing support slots around the world, the Wednesday 13 “NEAR DARK” Headline Tour is finally here! We are SO excited to get back to our headline shows and deliver the most theatrical Wednesday 13 show you’ve ever seen. More spook, more puke, more bang for your fangs....see ya in the Graveyard at Midnight.” ~ Wednesday 13

WEDNESDAY 13 will be joined on the tour by LA based goth-pop duo THE HAXANS. whose sound is best described as the psycho-saccharine music of a fiendish creep’s fever dream...Classic art-house cinema, b-movie horror, spooky decadence, vintage American myth, and black roses dripping with blood all tossed into a cauldron, like so many ingredients from a well-worn book of spells. THE HAXANS are Ashley Costello, subcultural style icon and leader of

Warped Tour screamo stars NEW YEARS DAY, and Matt Montgomery, better known by his alias Piggy D., bassist for over a decade with multi-platinum shock rocker ROB ZOMBIE, guitarist with WEDNESDAY 13, and sometime visual and musical collaborator with rock icon ALICE COOPER. This will be the band’s first ever tour. Tour opener will be DEAD GIRL’S ACADEMY.

WEDNESDAY 13’S “NEAR DARK TOUR” w/THE HAXANS, DEAD GIRL’S ACADEMY:

Aug 18 – Mesa, AZ – Club Red

Aug 20 – Albuquerque, NM – Launch Pad

Aug 21 – Amarillo, TX – Hoots Pub

Aug 22 – Oklahoma City, OK – 89th Street Collective

Aug 23 – Dallas, TX – Trees

Aug 24 – Austin, TX – Come And Take It Live

Aug 25 – San Antonio, TX – Rock Box

Aug 26 – Houston, TX – Scout Bar

Aug 28 – Atlanta, GA – Masquerade

Aug 29 – Louisville, KY – Diamond Pub Concert Hall

Sept 1 – Baltimore, MD – Baltimore Soundstage

Sept 2 – Philadelphia, PA – Voltage Lounge

Sept 3 – New York, NY – Le Poisson Rouge

Sept 4 – Stanhope, NJ – Stanhope House

Sept 5 – Poughkeepsie, NY – The Chance

Sept 6 – New Bedford, MA – The Vault @ Greasy Luck

Sept 8 – Quebec City, QC – L’Anti Bar & Spectacles

Sept 9 – Montreal, QC – Les Foufounes

Sept 11 – Ottawa, ON – The Brass Monkey

Sept 12 – Toronto, ON – The Rockpile

Sept 13 – Toronto, ON – The Rockpile

Sept 15 – Cleveland, OH – The Winchester

Sept 16 – Pittsburgh, PA – Crafthouse

Sept 18 – Harrison, OH – Blue Note

Sept 19 – Flint, MI – Machine Shop

Sept 20 – Grand Rapids, MI – The Stache @ Intersection

Sept 22 – St. Louis, MO – Fubar

Sept 23 – Angola, IN – Eclectic Room

Sept 25 – Chicago, IL – Reggie’s

Sept 26 – Milwaukee, WI – The Rave II

Sept 27 – Des Moines, IA – Vaudeville Mews

Sept 28 – Omaha, NE – Lookout Lounge

Sept 30 – Colorado Springs, CO – Sunshine Studios Live

Oct 3 – Portland, OR – Hawthorne Theater

Oct 4 – Seattle, WA – El Corazon

Oct 6 – Sacramento, CA – Holy Diver

Oct 7 – San Francisco, CA – Great Northern

Oct 9 – Los Angeles, CA – The Whisky

Oct 10 – San Diego, CA – Brick By Brick

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News Flash January 2019~Government Transformation

News Flash January 2019~Government Transformation

By Mahala’s Astrology

We will have a very important full moon eclipse on January 20, 2019 at 9:16 PM PST. This will be the last eclipse in the Leo/Aquarius signs for a long time. We are now in the eclipse cycle of Cancer/Capricorn that started on January 15, 2019.  The sign of Cancer rules the home and family. Capricorn rules governments, their leaders, and structure. Pluto, the transformer, has been in Capricorn since January 27, 2008.

There were many governments that went down and were transformed into something new as Pluto started moving through Capricorn in 2008. This energy will be in effect for a while longer. Uranus went into Aries on March 11, 2011 to help Pluto transform North Africa and the Middle East. Many countries were transformed because of this Uranus/Mars/Pluto energy. Uranus helped Pluto with its transformation process for over seven years. There were thousands and thousands of structures in the form of houses and buildings that were destroyed through war and natural disasters. Pluto’s energy will continue to transform and change structures. Saturn moved into Capricorn on December 19, 2017 and is now helping Pluto with the transformation process.

When Uranus moved into Aries it went into that sign with great power because it activated the Japanese Tsunami.  Uranus rules surprises and that Tsunami was a large surprise. Uranus will move into Taurus on March 6, 2019 and that will create an entirely different energy. Taurus is ruled by Venus so it will activate feminine energy.

We have been experiencing energy from the total solar eclipse that occurred over the whole United States on August 11, 2017. Total solar eclipses have a large effect on the area it is over and that eclipse has really affected the United States. We are now in a state of chaos. That eclipse was on 29 degrees Leo. Donald Trump has 29 degrees Leo rising which is a very powerful degree. The effects of solar eclipses last for a long time.

The north node is now moving through the sign of Cancer. This means that the energy of Leo will start losing its power and the energy of Cancer will take its place after the Spring Equinox. The energy of Cancer will then start being felt as a soft gentle feminine energy. Leo is male energy.

The opposite sign of Cancer is Capricorn, which is ruled by Saturn. This will cause more changes in our government because the USA is ruled by Cancer. Do you want to continue being under the controlling rule of Saturn, or the soft gentle energy of Cancer? We will be able to choose because the north node will be in the sign of Cancer for the next year and a half.  I vote for the soft gentle feminine energy of Cancer.

There is also the chance of Divine intervention at any time now. I have been studying the book of Revelation for many years and have been writing about the prophecies in my articles.  We are now experiencing the end of the 20th chapter of Revelation and the 21st chapter talks about entering the New Heaven and the New Earth.  We are almost at the end of a long cycle of darkness where we have been controlled by the Matrix. Isn’t it time to move out of the Matrix and experience freedom?  Watch how Saturn will start to lose its power now that Jupiter is in Sagittarius because that sign rules freedom.

I had a dream many years ago of the sky lighting up with many colors and I assumed that event would happen in one night.  It never dawned on me that it would happen for a long period of time. The sky lighting up was to be my sign that we were at the end of an age. I just realized that the sky has been lighting up with many colors for many months now.  Every day I receive emails showing the sky lighting up with beautiful colors and the northern lights have been extremely beautiful for months now.

We recently had three rain and wind storms in the state of Washington. The first storm was in December and caused a tornado across the water from me that damaged many houses and structures in a little town. The second storm occurred in my area on the night of January 5, 2019. I was awake all night watching the storm. It was amazing. I have not seen anything like this in a long time. The wind was just howling and I saw what I thought was lightning although I did not hear any thunder. I found out later that I was watching transformers exploding and lighting up the sky. I Iive on a hill and can see the sky in many directions from my house. I thought to myself that something was different about this storm. I did not realize that what I was watching were waves or beams of plasma hitting all around my area and causing transformers to explode into light.

I then heard that plasma waves were hitting places all over the world. New York was hit by a beam and the sky lit up in a beautiful shade of blue. There were the same kind of explosions in Mexico and Brazil and many other places. I also think the fires in California this past summer and fall were caused by plasma beams because of what it says in the 20th chapter of Revelation.

In the middle of the 20th chapter it talks about a person who comes to power and then goes to visit the leaders of Gog and Magog, which is North and South Korea. People then start to march across the breadth of the Earth and surround the holy city. (Jer USA lam). This happened with the caravan that came here. Our president is still talking about building a wall to keep those people out of our country. Then it says that fire will come down from heaven and burn the land. This is talking about the plasma beams that are coming down from heaven and causing fires that can do much damage. This has been going on for several months now. Did you know that there is a plane of plasma energy between the Earth and the Astral level? This is where the waves of plasma are coming from.

The next paragraph talks about how we are in a time of judging. We have been in this time period for at least two years or more. When we move through this period of judging everything we will be at the end of the age. This is when we will move into the New Heaven and the New Earth energy. How long will that take? In the 21st chapter of revelation it talks about the New Jerusalem ship that will come down from heaven. This ship is described like a cube or a square. A square ship appeared in the sun a few months ago. It was very beautiful.

There have been many space ships in our heavens for several months now. I see new pictures of these ships almost every day on my email or on videos. They are here in mass. The Bible says in Matthew, chapter 24 that Jesus will come in the clouds of heaven in power and great glory. The ships are here. We are at the end of prophecy.  Are you ready to live in a reality of love and Unity consciousness? I know we are in the middle of chaos all over the world right now although that could change in an instant by Divine Intervention. Remember to Think with your Heart. Express love every day, and walk softly on this beautiful planet.   So Be It!

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[bees-in-my-brain-hive]

if i gotta do them all, u gotta do them all

1-40 hehe :)

a song with a good strings section comforting sounds by mew with copenhagen philharmonic, it’s my favorite version of the song!

a song with a good horns section Black Star by David Bowie

a song that just throws rapid-fire lyrics at you Black Balloons Reprise by Flying Lotus feat. Denzel Curry

a song that is objectively terrible but that you love so much Hm, maybe Bad Habits by Fidlar?

a song with sick drums idk if "sick drums" applies to this but the drums on Don't Go by Bring Me The Horizon are incredible, it's so important to the song and helps capture it's vibe perfectly, there's a rawness and vulnerability to it that I imagine has to take serious skill when it comes to drumming if that makes sense? Like to make a sound like that sound emotional is amazing

a song whose bridge takes you out Violence by Blink-182

a song you love in a time signature that isn’t 4/4 idk lol

a song with a killer bass line Just Like Heaven by The Cure

a song with a key change that just hits The Show Must Go On by queen!!

a song with a tasty acoustic guitar part No One Is Ever Going To Want Me by Giles Corey

a song with a tasty guitar solo Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold

a song with a feature that takes it to the next level VAMPIR by IC3PEAK Feat. Oli Sykes, such a good fucking song

a song you love that combines artists from different genres Underground Big by Bring Me The Horizon Feat. BEXEY

a song whose lyrics knock you unconscious She by Dodie

a song from the 80s Lullaby by The Cure (you would not expect me to like this song because of the lyrics but oddly enough it’s my favorite song by them lmao)

a song with a really satisfying “fuck” Lots of songs by Bring Me The Horizon lol

a song about new york No Sleep Till Brooklyn by The Beastie Boys

a song about los angeles Los Ageless by St. Vincent

a song about a city of your choice idk

a song about family Family by Mother Mother

a song about friends All My Friends by Dylan Kelly

a song that tells a story Coat of Many Colors by Dolly Parton :’)

a song about sex Portrait of a Female by Cruel Youth or Feeling This by Blink 182 lol

a song about growing up Perfect Places by Lorde

a song about being young Perfect Places by Lorde lol

a song to overthrow the government to Brave New World by Kalandra

a song that makes you feel like you’re watching it as a movie Earth Death by Baths makes me feel like I’m watching a super dark art house film about the world ending

a song that references another artist/band in the lyrics I can’t think of anything

a song for summer This probably doesn’t count by Feels LIke Summer by Childish Gambino

a song for when you hate men Rich, White, Straight Men by Kesha

a song for hyping yourself up Flames by MOD SUN and Avril Lavigne

a song to remind you that everything will be okay A better son/daughter by Rilo Kiley or It’s Gonna Be Okay, Baby by MUNA :’)

a song that makes you believe in love Virus by Bjork or Changes by Brooke Candy

a song to fall asleep to Holocene by Bon Iver

a song that makes you happy Chateau by Angus & Julia Stone

a song to crank while driving 80 down a highway West Coast by FIDLAR

a song that legitimately makes you cry Elise by The Greeting Committee

a song you wish your past self could have heard Comforting Sounds by Mew

a song you recommend to the person asking this All For Us by Labrinth and Zendaya

40. a song you just really wanna talk about I know The End by Phoebe Bridgers.. It’s such a good song, the outro is wild and I think u would like it

#ask #questions #songs #music

[moosterrecords]

SUPERSUCKERS to release new album "Suck It" on September 21st

30th anniversary tour confirmed for the Fall

"We've finally become the band that we've always threatened to be," says singer-bassist Eddie Spaghetti, calling, as ever, from the road. With the Supersucker odometer clicking on three decades this very year, the self-proclaimed Greatest Rock n' Roll Band in the World is marking the occasion with a loud, resounding Suck It. Off the blocks, this 12th studio album from the band showcases a ruthless, get-it-done trio that sounds rebuilt from Motorhead parts, with a singer-bassist transmuting Lemmy's mojo to rasp "You said to grab it / Just hook or stab it / And now I gotta have it - All of the time." 

"Once we tapped into that vibe, we really ran with it," Eddie says of All the Time, which opens an album he and core 'Suckers Marty Chandler (guitar) and drummer Chris Von Streicher (drums) recorded early this year at Bismeaux Studio in Austin, TX, cutting all ten tracks in four days. "And it sounds great," says Eddie. "There's not a lick I wish we could have back."

One upside to putting 30 years of work in: You get better. One downside: Few around you do. The History of Rock n' Roll begins by lamenting a key knowledge gap among youngsters: "The difference between what sucks and what's good" - going on to illustrate the latter with an exuberant chorus: "Like Rocket From The Crypt / And the New Bomb Turks / Let's hear it for the Hangmen / Yeah they know how it works..." The list goes on: "How 'bout Zen Guerrilla man / They were fucking killer / And I am just amazed / Every time I see the Bell Rays." In the tradition of "Dancing in the Streets" or "Land of 1,000 Dances," the rhyming list song flips a crank's tirade into a roll call of fallen heroes: "Don't forget Danko and the Didjits / And the motherfucking Dwarves man / Yeah the Dwarves!" Eddie Spaghetti says it's all from the heart. "I had the line in my head for a long time - 'a footnote to an anecdote in the history of Rock n' Roll,'" he recalls. "I'm happy it came off snarky and crotchety but at the same time, celebratory about all these great bands that I really love, wish everybody else loved, and get bent out of shape that they don't."

By rights, Eddie Spaghetti should be way more than bent out of shape. Three years ago, he packed his wife Jessica, their sons Quattro and Zeke, and daughter Elvis into an SUV pulling a 29-foot Argosy Airstream, setting out from Seattle to spend a year as a family on the road - a year that was ended eight days later by a patch of black ice in Oklahoma. "That turned everything upside down," Eddie says of the crash, which was swiftly followed by a diagnosis of throat cancer and put the uninsured sometime country singer on a blue-collar trajectory from trailer to ICU room in just under six months. With his family living out of a minivan, Eddie got treated at City of Hope in Los Angeles, spending four days intubated and another six months fed by a tube before clawing his way back to Rock n' Roll. "I'm back, for sure," he says now. "It was a rough one though."

Since this is the first batch of Supersuckers released since then, some come from genuine darkness. "Everything happens for a reason" begins the track Dead Inside. "What a stupid thing to say." Four-on-the-floor cowbell and singsong chorus turn this telegram from the abyss into what Eddie rightly calls "a pop song. Back when bands used to have hits, this one could totally be a hit." The Worst Thing Ever describes the bottom in these same straight-shooting terms, the kind you hear throughout the Supersuckers oeuvre-giddily trashy paeans to hooch, Satan, or deviant sex in offhandedly-witty light verse.

This has been more or less their métier since the group of high school buddies from Tucson first moved to Seattle in 1990, signing with Sub Pop and becoming grunge's sole country-music dabblers, going so far as to back up Willie Nelson on the Tonight Show. On Suck It, Eddie's forays into country are reflected solely in the bluesy nod of Cold, Wet Wind. Otherwise, their expansive hardcore-band aesthetic came through time-tested Supersucker methodology: "writing songs in hotel rooms, dirty back stages, and all the shitholes we're always play at," says Eddie, whose fleet pen and nimble wit aren't to be overlooked-the gifts of a NSFW James Thurber or an inhalant-abusing Dorothy Parker.

"If somebody is a carpenter for 30 years, they're gonna be a fucking good carpenter, you know?" says Eddie. "So it shouldn't be such a surprise that a band just gets better over time and I really genuinely believe that we have," he says. And near-death experiences aside, Eddie says "It's really sort of a miracle. I mean, who does anything for 30 years anymore?" On this summer's 30th-anniversary tour, the band will play songs from Suck It, some country faves, and two of their Sub Pop records in its entirety.

As a whole, Suck It brings to mind that old friend who's awesome to hang out with even if his life is in the shitter. "I tend to do my best work when I'm feeling good," Eddie says. "I don't tend to channel dark stuff into my Rock n' Roll, but it makes for a more interesting record. I've come to realize what we do is not for everyone, but I still feel like we have hit songs. This one sounds like it's coming from dudes in their 50s who've been doing it for a long time and have this stupid hope that someday somebody will hear our song and make it popular like it oughta be. Because that is the truth."

Website: https://ift.tt/1eU8ZfU 

Pre-order: https://mvdshop.com/products/supersuckers-suck-it-cd 

Tracklisting:

All Of the Time (5:14)

The History of Rock 'n' Roll (5:37)

Dead Inside (3.33)

Breaking My Balls (3:10)

The Worst Thing Ever (3:46)

What's Up (With This Motherfucking Thing?) (1:46)

Cold Wet Wind (3:16)

(Im Gonna Choke Myself and Masturbate) 'Til I Die )2:52)

Private Parking Lot (3:12)

Beerdrinkers and Hellraisers  (w/ Jesse Dayton)(3:37)

US Tour Dates 2018:

07/26/18 - Bend, OR @ Volcanic Theatre Pub

07/27/18 - Reno, NV @ July Jam / Greater Nevada Field

07/28/18 - San Francisco, CA @ Bottom Of the Hill

07/29/18 - Santa Cruz, CA @ Moe's Alley

07/31/18 - Phoenix, AZ @ The Rebel Lounge

08/01/18 - Tustin, CA @ Marty's on Newport

08/02/18 - San Diego, CA @ Casbah

08/03/18 - West Hollywood, CA @ Viper Room

08/04/18 - Mount Baldy, CA @ Mt Baldy Ski Resort

08/05/18 - Long Beach, CA @ Alex's Bar

09/01/18 - Milwaukee, WI @ Harley-Davidson Museum

09/07/18 - Birmingham, AL @ Zydeco

09/08/18 - Huntsville, AL @ Sidetracks Music Hall

09/09/18 - Knoxville, TN @ The Concourse

09/11/18 - Tampa, FL @ Brass Mug

09/12/18 - Orlando, FL @ Soundbar

09/13/18 - Jacksonville, FL @ Jack Rabbits

09/14/18 - Savannah, GA @ The Jinx

09/15/18 - Charleston, SC @ The Royal American

09/16/18 - Atlanta, GA @ The Earl

09/18/18 - Asheville, NC @ Grey Eagle Music Hall

09/19/18 - Raleigh, NC @ The Pour House Music Hall

09/21/18 - Wilmington, NC @ Reggie's

09/22/18 - Richmond, VA @ The Camel

09/23/18 - Virginia Beach, VA @ Shaka's Live

09/24/18 - Washington, DC @ Pearl Street Warehouse

09/26/18 - New York, NY @ Mercury Lounge

09/27/18 - Cambridge, MA @ Middle East Upstairs

09/28/18 - Worcester, MA @ The Cove Music Hall

09/29/18 - New Haven, CT @ Cafe Nine

09/30/18 - Troy, NY @ Hangar on the Hudson

10/02/18 - Buffalo, NY @ Mohawk Place

10/03/18 - Cleveland, OH @ Beachland Ballroom

10/05/18 - Erie, PA @ Kings Rook Club

10/07/18 - Columbus, OH @ A&R Music Bar

10/09/18 - Minneapolis, MN @ Uptown VFW

10/10/18 - Des Moines, IA @ Vaudeville Mews

10/11/18 - Waterloo, IA @ Spicoli's

10/12/18 - Lombard, IL @ Brauerhouse

10/13/18 - Pekin, IL @ Twisted Spoke

10/14/18 - Nashville, TN @ Exit/In

#IFTTT #Blogger #Moosterrecords #punkrock #punk

[faithnowblessings]

Greetings:

We as Christians are given a pretty plain and clear view of what our mission should be.

In Mark 16:15 (New KJV) we read the words of Jesus, which tell us, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature.”

The New Living Translation makes the verse clearer as it states, “Go into all the world and preach the Good News to everyone.”

Jesus spoke those words just before his ascension into heaven. His earthly work was finished, but he left his followers for generations to come with this directive to evangelize the entire world.

Now considering this proclamation was given generations before our current technology capabilities existed, it surely seemed like a big task.

Fast forward to today where the internet has a global reach – even to the most remote parts of the world. Today, carrying out that mission is much more possible.

Please understand that I loathe Facebook with a passion in most areas – especially their censorship and involvement in our national politics almost at a criminal level. I have been censored by Facebook and have been in ‘Facebook jail’ a few times in the past for posting conservative or Christian views that the Facebook ‘fact checkers’ have deemed unacceptable. I do not like Facebook or what it stands for.

However, I am thankful for Facebook for its ability to give writers and bloggers, like myself, the forum to deliver a biblical message to millions of people each day.

My own little morning devotional has touched hundreds of thousands of people since we started this about eight years ago. I have received correspondence or messages from readers in every continent except Antarctica.

A few years ago, I was contacted by a pastor from Kenya in Africa, who told me that more than 40 members of his church were using my daily writings in their bible study. That is humbling, but I am proud to do my small part in God’s army.

Each morning, I post to my Facebook timeline and also to eight other Facebook groups.

The groups have a combined membership of 3,443,900 – that does not include my Facebook friends or my postings to Telegram, Tumblr and MeWe.

Amazingly, I post to one group – Prayer Room Network - that has 1.6 million members

The distribution of my finished blog goes to more than 3.4 million potential readers in almost effortlessly fashion with a few keystrokes – thanks to technology and the digital highway paved through Facebook.

Being a member of a group, does not guarantee that everything I write will be read by everyone, but the potential is there to reach a lot of people.

Let’s make it clear, that is not me doing that. This is God doing that through me. I am only the media vessel He is using.

Just think of the potential reach of the Gospel, if other writers like me, would just post to eight Facebook groups a day.

I was trying to wrap my head around exactly how many people it would take to make up the population of a few American cities – compared to the number of folks my devotional has the potential to reach each morning.

New York City has a population of 8.1 million, followed by Los Angeles with 4.0 million. The next largest city is Chicago at 2.7 million.

In the state of Indiana, the state capitol of Indianapolis s is the largest city with a population of 821,000, followed by Fort Wayne at 276,266.

My blog goes to at least 4.3 million people daily.

We have sown lots of seed and I continue to pray and believe for a rich harvest every day.

I understand that everyone is not writer or a pulpit preacher. But we can all do something to help spread the Good News of Jesus Christ.

The book of Ephesians talks about the five-fold ministry. Some of us are Apostles, Prophets, Evangelists, Pastors and Teachers.  I believe everyone comes close to falling into one of those categories in the army of God. Some people fall into several areas of ministry.

I believe our individual contribution to the ministry of God Is to make truth and knowledge about God accessible to all in a strategic fashion all done in God’s plan and His perfect timing.

In 2 Corinthians 9:6-8, we read, “whoever shows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously”.

I want to reap generously.

We can all do something. Figure out what you can do to help spread the good news of the saving grace of Jesus Christ and do it well.

Be blessed.

[da-ill-spot]

New Music: Bodega Bamz - P.A.P.I. LP + “Clout” Music Video

If you have yet to hear Bodega Bamz new album, P.AP.I. (Proud And Powerful Individuals), stream it above yo! This album goes hard all the way through with production from V Don, Bam Beatz, JohnBoyBeats, Victor "FLY" Olivares Jr. and the lone feature from Lil Eto.

P.A.P.I. is distributed via Duck Down Records and can be purchased here. Also check the dope new video below for the latest single about social media obsession, “Clout.”

Bodega will be on the Money In The Bank tour with Smoke DZA from May 17-July 1st. Peep the schedule below for a chance to catch them in or around your town!

MONEY IN THE BANK TOUR heading to a city near you Bodega Bamz x Smoke DZA NORTH AMERICA: Thursday, May 17, 2018 Cleveland, OH The Grog Shop Friday, May 18, 2018 Pittsburgh, PA Spirit Hall Sunday, May 20, 2018 Toronto, ON The Velvet Underground Monday, May 21, 2018 Detroit, MI Pike Room Tuesday May 22, 2018 Chicago, IL Reggie's Thursday May 24, 2018 Minneapolis, MN 7th St. Entry Friday, May 25, 2018 Milwaukee, WI Shank Hall Saturday, May 26, 2018 Des Moines, IA Vaudeville Mews Wednesday May 30, 2018 Denver, CO Larimer Lounge Thursday, May 31, 2018 Salt Lake City, UT In The Venue Saturday, June 2, 2018 Portland, OR Hawthorne Lounge Sunday, June 3, 2018 Vancouver, BC Fortune Sound Club Monday, June 4, 2018 Seattle, WA Barboza Thursday, June 7, 2018 San Francisco, CA Brick & Mortar Saturday, June 9, 2018 Santa Cruz, CA The Atrium @ The Catalyst Tuesday, June 12, 2018 Los Angeles, CA Echo Wednesday, June 13, 2018 Santa Ana, CA Constellation Room Friday, June 15, 2018 San Diego, CA Voodoo Lounge @ HOB* Sunday, June 17, 2018 Albuquerque, NM Launch Pad Tuesday, June 19, 2018 Austin, TX Stubb's Jr Wednesday, June 20, 2018 Dallas, TX Cambridge Room @ HOB Friday, June 22, 2018 Houston, TX Bronze Peacock @ HOB Saturday, June 23, 2018 New Orleans, LA Parish @ HOB Sunday, June 24, 2018 Atlanta, GA Aisle 5 Tuesday, June 26, 2018 Charlotte, NC Neighborhood Theater Thursday, June 28, 2018 Philadelphia, PA Voltage Lounge Friday, June 29, 2018 Washington, DC Songbyrd Saturday, June 30, 2018 Pawtucket, RI The Met Sunday, July 1, 2018 New York, NY SOB's *House of Blues

#Bodega Bamz #Hiphop #rap #Tan Boys #new music #New York #East coast #trap #latin trap #V Don #JohnBoyBeats #Victor Fly Olivares #Lil Eto #Bam Beatz #music videos #100 Keep It #Duck Down Records

[beatdisc]

RSD Drops Pop-Up Link:

https://beatdisc-records.myshopify.com/ The above link will go live at midnight tonight with all the September RSD Drop exclusives available for sale, as well as previous RSD items still in-stock. See below for the full list. - In-store pick-up available or $10 shipping Australia-wide. - Limit of one copy of each title per person. Multiple titles can be purchased. Any multiple orders of the same item will be cancelled and refunded. - Mail order to Australian addresses only RSD September Drop List:

Bill Evans - Some Other Time: The Lost Session From The Black Forest [2LP] Boys Next Doors, The - Door, Door [LP] Brandi Carlile - A Rooster Says [12"] Britney Spears - Oops! I Did It Again (Remixes/B-Sides) [12"] Chon - Grow [LP] Chuck Mosley - First Hellos And Last Goodbyes [LP] Coolio - Gangsta’s Paradise [2LP] Curren$y - Pilot Talk [LP] Death Piggy (GWAR) - Welcome To The Record [LP] Dinosaur Jr - Swedish Fist (Live In Stockholm) [LP] Don Cherry - Cherry Jam [12”] Durutti Column, The - Idiot Savants [LP] Fleetwood Mac - The Alternate Rumours [LP] Graves At Sea - History Of Sickness [12''] Grouplove - Broken Angel [12” Picture Disc] Gun Club, The - Live In London 1983 [LP] Jimmy Giuffre - The 3 & 4: New York Concerts [2LP] Marty Willson-Piper - Nightjar [LP] Mew - And The Glass Handed Kites (15th Anniversary Expanded Edition) [2LP] Murs & 9th Wonder - Brighter Daze [LP] Nas - God's Son [2LP] Night Beats - Sonic Bloom [LP] OST - Batman & Robin (Music From & Inspired By The Motion Picture) [2LP] OST - Hackers (Soundtrack) [2LP] OST (George S. Clinton) - Mortal Kombat (Score) [LP Picture Disc] OST (Mark Snow) - Music From the X-Files: The Truth and the Light [LP] OST - The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance [LP] Paradise Lost - Live At Rockpalast [2LP] Paul McCartney - McCartney [LP] Primus - Suck On This [LP] Replacements, The - The Complete Inconcerated Live [3LP] Robbie Basho - Selections From Song Of The Avatars: The Lost Master Tapes [LP] Roger Waters - The Wall-Live In Berlin [2LP] Rolling Stones, The - Steel Wheels Live (Live From Atlantic City, NJ, 1989) [10" Picture Disc] Squirrel Nut Zippers - The Inevitable [LP] Television Personalities - Some Kind of Happiness: Singles 1995-1999 [2LP] Various - Dance Craze [LP] Various - Nativity in Black [2LP] Various - The Beat Scene (Decca) [2LP] Various - The Blues Scene (Decca) [2LP] Various - The Girls' Scene (Decca) [2LP] Various - The Rock N Roll Scene (Decca) [2LP] Various - This Are Two Tone [LP] Various - Wilcovered [2LP]