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morganski-19 · 9 months

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Conversation 2: Labyrinth

This happens prefic, mentioned in chapter two of the main fic. can be read as a stand-alone. also available on ao3

“I just don’t understand why you are so reluctant to watch it,” Robin complains from where she is draped against Steve’s countertop.

Steve rolls his eyes. “It’s not that I’m reluctant to watch it. I just don’t think I’ll like it very much is all.” The microwave dings and he takes out the bag and pours the popcorn into a bowl.

Robin groans. “You never think you like anything. And then you watch it and you end up loving it.” Steve gives her a disbelieving glare. “Ok, half the time. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give it a chance, though.” She wanders over and plucks a popcorn kernel.

“Hey,” he swaps her hand out of the way, “No snacking until Eddie gets here.”

“Speaking of which, how’s that going,” Robin bounces her eyebrows.

A lump forms in Steve’s throat that he can’t explain. “What do you mean? We’re friends.”

She rolls her eyes. “Uh huh, sure. But is there like, anything more than-” Before Robin can go on about whatever she seems to think is going on between Steve and Eddie, which is nothing because they are just friends and Steve’s straight so it would never end up being more than that, the doorbell rings.

Steve walks over to the door and opens it to Eddie leaning on his doorway. “Harrington. Are you ready to see the great masterpiece that is Labyrinth?” He says with a mischievous smile.

Apparently, the movie was a favorite between Eddie and Robin, much to Steve’s disliking. Not that he’s mad that they want him to see it, he likes it when people share the things they love with him. It makes him feel like they trust him enough to not be judged for it. Except this may be the exception since the movie has fucking puppets and David Bowie with big hair and eyeliner. It’s just a movie he doesn’t think he’ll find himself liking.

“He is definitely not,” Robin calls out from the kitchen. “He’s been complaining about having to watch it for the last hour.”

Eddie does an exasperated, dramatic gasp and slaps a hand to his chest. “I can not believe that you would be so dramatic about something that you have yet to see. You never know, you could like it.”

“Yeah I’m the dramatic one,” Steve mutters as he rolls his eyes. “It has puppets. Doesn’t seem like something I’d like.”

“Awww, scared puppets are just for children, Stevie. You have clearly not seen the puppets in Dark Crystal then, those have given many a child nightmares.” Steve steps out of the way to let Eddie into the house. “And if you truly do not like it, then at least you get some free beer out of it,” He raises a case of beer, the bottles clanking together.

“I told you you didn’t have to bring anything.”

Eddie places the case down on the counter with a thump. “Yes, I know. But you let all of the little twerps raid your fridge for whatever they want, plus me and Birdie when we’re here. Someone has to repay the favor sometime.”

A warmth fills Steve's chest. It’s something he can’t quite explain but happens a lot when he’s around Eddie. The small gestures that the other would do to make sure that Steve felt included or make sure that he was checked up on. He never looked down at Steve when he said something dumb or asked a million questions. The opposite in fact. Eddie would explain what was going on without any malice or condescending nature or repeat something that Steve didn’t catch without rolling his eyes. It wasn’t much, but it still made Steve smile.

It also filled his mind and heart with something he hasn’t felt in a long time. Something that he doesn’t quite understand, and doesn’t really think he wants to. It’s odd and confusing and makes his head hurt and heart ache when he thinks too much about it. So he pushes it away into a little box in the back of his mind to forget about it forever. He’s had too much to think about in the past few months, he thinks that a few moments of peace are well deserved before his world changes again. Because he thinks that thinking about it too much would only open up something that he’ll never be able to shut again.

And that is something that scares him.

“Thanks,” Steve mutters.

Eddie opens up two beers, shoving one into Steve’s hand. “No problem, man,” he says while clinking their bottles. Steve stares at his bottle for a bit, confusion flooding in.

A piece of popcorn makes contact with Steve’s forehead. “Are we going to watch this or what?” Robin asks annoyed.

“Ugh, yeah, I guess so,” Steve says, falling out of his trance.

“Don’t sound so excited, Harrington.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he slides the tape into the VCR. Taking his place on the couch between Eddie and Robin, it starts to play. Robin squirms around on the couch until she finds a comfortable position, laying her legs in Steve’s lap. She has commandeered the popcorn bowl, only passing it over every once in a while, but successfully eating over half the bowl by herself in the first twenty minutes.

The movie is confusing, to say the least. For some reason, he can’t seem to follow the plot too well, something just not clicking right in his brain. He can tell that there is a baby, which got kidnapped because the girl wished him away. And the book she was reading was actually real and came to life because it apparently can do that. The goblin king, who was David Bowie in surprisingly tight pants for a children’s movie, would dance around and sing in practically every scene he was in. Steve can’t say exactly why, but his eyes find themselves fixated on him whenever he’s on screen.

And then suddenly, there are puppets. But not the puppets that Steve was expecting. Large bulky puppets that are quite ugly looking if you ask him, which is probably the point since they’re supposed to be goblins and other creatures.

Eddie leans over Steve’s shoulder, hair tickling his neck, whispering, “You know those puppets are made by the same guy who makes the muppets?”

“Really?” Steve whispers back.

He nods. “Yeah, he’s the one who made the movie. Made the one I mentioned before too. Can’t imagine this being the same gut who sings ‘It’s Not Easy Being Green’, huh?”

“Not really, no,” he replies, laughing to himself about what it would look like if Kermit of Fozzy rounded the corner and joined the group.

Eddie seems satisfied, leaning back into his space. His leg, however, doesn’t. It is still pressed up against Steve from when he shifted to lean over. Normally, he wouldn’t mind. It’s not the biggest couch in the world and can become crowded when people spread out. Especially when Robin claims a good bit by spreading out. But something about the constant presence was suffocating Steve.

It’s not like they haven’t been close like this before. They’d often get this close on the couch during movie nights. And Eddie was never shy about physical touch before, always touching Steve or getting up in his personal space when they hung out. It was something that Steve found he really liked. He’d never really had that with a friend before all of this. Even Robin had her moments where she needed her space, and he was more willing to give it. But even then, it was never him reaching out for the touch. Steve never realized how much he missed that until Eddie came around.

Bowie returns to the screen with a dance, prancing about the screen while he sings. Steve tenses, but he can’t really place why. He feels, weird. That’s all he can describe it as. Something about it just doesn’t feel right, like he wants to feel something for him, but can’t. Because something isn’t right with it. He takes a long swig of his beer.

He’s rolling a crystal ball on his hands when Eddie leans over again. “He’s not the one actually doing that. They had someone standing behind him sticking their hands out through his arms to do the tricks.”

“Huh,” Steve asks confused, not being able to visualize what Eddie was saying.

“Here,” Eddie motions for Steve to lean forward a bit. He wraps an arm around his back and sticks both of his hands under Steve’s arm, reaching out in front of him. Like hugging him from behind, but not. Steve stiffens, breath hitching at the touch. “Like this.”

“Oh,” is all Steve can muster, overwhelmed by the presence.

Eddie removes his arms, Steve’s back feeling empty from the lack of warmth. “Yeah, and the guy had to do it blind too.”

“Could you both shut up and watch the damn movie?” Robin complains, cutting off any thought that was starting to form in Steve’s head. The two shut up, diverting their attention back to the movie.

Sarah continues to make her way through the labyrinth, meeting goblins and other creatures until she makes her way to the end of it. Eddie shifts again, resting an arm on the back of the couch, brushing against the back of Steve’s neck.

His breath hitches again at the touch as a line of electricity shoots down his spine. It’s nothing, he tries to convince himself. But when he shifts, inadvertently getting close to Eddie again, another spark shoots through him. It’s different, but not all the same. Steve stiffens, trying to separate himself from Eddie’s touch without the other noticing or getting offended. Because he can’t think about this here, not now. Here he might not be able to ignore it, and that’s all Steve wants to do.

He’s started having thoughts like these before. Noticed how sometimes he would act differently around Eddie than he would anyone else. Finding it hard to find the right words, getting flustered easily with something so simple the other did. A warmth finding its way to his face or his heart beating a bit too fast when the other was around. Hell, he even did it tonight. The dots wanted to connect, but Steve stopped them, focusing hard on trying to figure out whatever the hell was going on with this movie.

The end of the movie comes as Sarah confronts Bowie’s character for the last time. He again can’t seem to take his eyes away from the actor, confused as to why he can’t seem to do so.

Suddenly, the box breaks open and it all starts to make sense. He’s attracted to him, that’s clear. It’s like whenever there was a female character on the screen who had their shirt off for a few seconds or just looked hot. Except this time it isn’t a girl and happens to be David fucking Bowie in tight pants in a movie he’s barely paid any attention to because he’s so confused as to why he feels so weird.

And something about it all still feels wrong.

Something is whispered in Steve’s ear that he can’t quite comprehend. “Hm,” He questions.

“Micheal Jackson was initially interested to be Jareth, but Henson’s daughters convinced him to go with Bowie instead,” Eddie whispers, sending more shivers through Steve, heading down to a place he doesn’t want them to be.

He breaks away from Eddie’s touch, leaning his head on the back of the couch. Except he doesn’t because Eddie’s arm is there, so it rests there instead. Steve can’t seem to pull it away, feeling immense warmth flood through him at the touch. Again he shifts, pressing his side up against Eddie, running toward feeling more of that warmth.

As Jareth is defeated by the girl reciting the last line of her book, Steve can’t help but think about what it would look like for someone else to play him. He’s sure that Jackson or anyone else would pull it off, but it would be different. Something about Bowie playing the role seems right, though, the whole rocker vibe was fitting somehow.

Yet, he can’t help but think about what another person would look like in the role. Maybe someone with darker hair, curly even. Add a few chains to the outfit, a few rings maybe too. If they even wanted to, add the character playing guitar along with the music in the movie.

Eddie shifts again, brushing his hand on Steve’s shoulder, almost resting it there to see if Steve would say anything about it. He doesn’t because the feeling of being this close to Eddie makes his heart thunder in his chest. The box cannot be closed.

Oh shit, no.

Eddie nudges him on the shoulder, “Hey, you alright?”

He hadn’t noticed it in the moment, but he was clenching his fists and his breath was increased, almost on the verge of hyperventilating. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Steve lies. Because in actuality, Steve was terrified.

#steddie #steve harringotn #eddie munson #steve harrington's gay awakening #sort of #he probably had it before this but just ignored it #robin buckley #labyrinth #stranger things #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steddie fanfic

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fangirlshrewt97 · 8 months

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RWRB Fic - Living in a Snowglobe

So guess who totally fell for Tumblr going crazy over the upcoming movie of a queer rom com book and decided to check it out, only to read the book in a to day haze and fall head first into the fandom? Real life won't let me watch the movie for a bit, but if the gifs I'm seeing are any indication, it looks like a damn good movie.

Anyways, like I said the characters hooked me enough to write for the first time in months, and for the first time in a different fandom from the one I had been writing in for a year.

Here's the fic. (Read on AO3 if you prefer)

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The only sound in the brownstone was the background music of David Bowie drifting from the record player in the second floor. The house's three occupants were piled in the third floor, David (the dog), fast asleep and snoring in his bed in the corner, while his human companions cuddled on the large windowsill at the far end of the room.

Henry sat with his back against window frame, one leg stretched as far as the hollowed out seat allowed, one pillow pressed between him and the chilled panes. His other leg bent to support Alex's back. In his arms, curled up against his chest, was the heavy weight of his beloved.

Alex was dozing, breaths slow and long, with his eyelashes fluttering at each exhale. He had Henry's left hand in his arm, clutching it like a stuffed toy, while his right arm loosely held Henry's waist.

The hand Alex had not captured was lazily caressing him, Henry running his fingers up and down the length of the sweater covered bicep, his own eyelids heavy as the past few weeks worth of activity settled into his bones.

The last 2 months had essentially consisted of Henry and Alex being boats passing each other in the night as they alternated being in the city, with Henry traveling to London at his brother's behest, and Alex went to help his dad with his campaign. And even when they were both in the same city, between Alex's classes and internship, and Henry's shelter's expansion they barely had time for anything beside curling into each other at night. More often than not, one or the other woke up alone.

Now though, with an unexpected blizzard bringing New York to a halt, Henry and Alex used it to catch up on their time spent apart. Henry had worried about these type of conditions being when his shelter would be most useful but also most vulnerable.

Alex assured him that Henry had provided enough back-up generators and other contingencies the shelter would survive through the three days the blizzard was expected to rage. They should take advantage of the time when they literally could not be forced out of the house.

Alex had braved the cold to go raid their nearby supermarket for the necessary provisions and raced home, giddy as a kid at Christmas as he told Henry about how he'd snagged all the ingredients he'd need to prepare Mexican hot chocolate. The perfect drink for this weather.

Henry had grinned, equally affected by the infectious joy and the fondness that bloomed in his gut at getting to see Alex's happiness in person instead of through FaceTime. It had been exactly as good as Alex suggested, the taste rich and unfamiliar, but the ensuing kisses extra sweet. And now here they were, bellies warm and limbs heavy, just enjoying being next to each other.

Alex stirred, nuzzling into Henry's collarbone as he tamped down a yawn.

Henry chuckled, rubbing his nose against Alex's curls. "Hello, love."

Alex's lips curved into a smile before he opened his eyes, "Hey."

"Hey." Henry replied softly, nudging Alex's nose with his own before tilting his head to kiss him. One became two became three became uncounted kisses. There was no hurry to it, no fiery passion driving them to go further. It was instead the warm kiss of a deeper love, one that had settled into itself, made its home. The journey and goal all in one.

Alex raised his free hand to cup Henry's jaw, and Henry used his to brush back stray curls from Alex's forehead. When they parted, it was with soft smiles and twinkling eyes.

"Hey." Henry said.

Alex bumped his forehead against Henry's. "You already said that, Wales."

"Didn't realize there was a limit." Henry murmured as he leaned forward to press kisses to Alex's eyelids, his cheeks, his chin, and when they appeared, his dimples.

"There isn't."

Alex turned, melting further into Henry's arms as he moved a bit down and pressed his back to Henry's front, legs tangling with Henry's.

Henry tucked his chin over Alex's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the back of Alex’s ear.

"Did you sleep well, my love?"

"Hmm." Alex pressed a kiss to Henry's forearm before leaning against it as he was enveloped in those arms again.

"I missed you." Alex murmured. The world just consisted of the two of them right now, there was no need to raise their voices.

Henry squeezed his arms. "I missed you so much."

"This is nice."

"If I could stay right here for the rest of my life, I'd die happy." Henry confessed.

"I don't know Henry, I can already feel my leg cramping, forever might be a bit much-" Alex cut off giggling as he grabbed at Henry's hand to stop it from poking him.

"Stop ruining my heartfelt declarations."

Alex laughed, loud and unrestrained. It made Henry's blood sing.

"I can't remember the last time the streets were so empty." Alex said once they'd settled back down.

"Hmm, might have to do with the inclement weather, darling."

Alex elbowed him for the sake of it. "Now who's being pedantic?"

"It kind of feels like we are in a snow globe." Henry said as he saw it had begun snowing again.

"It kind of feels like we are the only people in the world right now."

Henry sighed, curling over Alex more. "I'm just grateful to have you in my arms again."

"Nowhere I'd rather be sweetheart."

"I fear we might both fall asleep in here again."

"That doesn't sound too bad." Alex said, speech already slurring slightly where he was beginning to drift off again.

Henry squeezed him before pulling away, making Alex whine. "Our bodies will disagree. Come on, the bed is 15 feet that way."

Alex grumbled and tried to snuggle back into Henry, trying to pin him.

Henry managed to extricate himself though, and looked at his boyfriend, hands on hips. Alex had curled into a ball, seeking out all the spaces heated by Henry's body as he pouted. Henry fought to keep from smiling at the ridiculously adorable tableau in front of him.

Henry cleared his throat and held out a hand to Alex.

Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Alexander Claremont-Diaz, would you please join me in bed?"

Alex scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Only if you carry me."

Harry laughed. "Is that all?"

And before Alex could ask, Henry had slid an arm beneath Alex's knees, and another behind his shoulders and picked him up in a bridal carry.

Alex yelped, instinctively throwing both arms around Henry's neck. "You dick! Warn a guy next time!"

Henry was not fooled by the protest though, not when they did a poor job of distracting from the two delicious spots of red now gracing his boyfriend's cheeks. "You asked!"

Henry paused five feet from the bed. "Would you like to walk the rest of the way then?"

Alex hid his face in Henry's neck, causing his words to be muffled. "Just take me to bed, your royal cheesiness."

Henry thought his smile would split in his face as he took the last few steps to their bed and gently deposited Alex in the middle.

Alex tightened his grip around Henry's neck when he tried to move away. "Where's my kiss?"

Henry smirked. "You are such a brat."

But he kissed him. Of course he did. He could not imagine what would ever cause him to not fulfill that particular request from Alex. He never, ever, wanted to find out. Alex's hands drifted the length of Henry's torso, landing at the hem of his cardigan to begin to tug it up.

Henry placed his hands over Alex's. "Give me two minutes love."

Alex whined. "Why?"

Henry kissed his cheek. "Let me just turn off the lights and make sure everything is locked."

"Henry." Alex dragged out the last syllable as his boyfriend slipped from his grasp and his reach.

"Two minutes. Time me. Get undressed, I'll be right back."

Alex sighed in defeat as Henry vanished from the room. He turned his head toward the bay windows where they'd been sitting. He could make out the light snow fall coming down. He was fairly confident he would wake up to a city blanketed in white tomorrow.

Oh well. He would get to spend the day in, with the love of his life.

Alex closed his eyes, hearing the sound of Henry moving around the house.

He smiled and moved to take off his sweater.

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Thank you for reading! If you liked it, please let me know what you thought!

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #alex claremont-diaz #Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor #firstprince #alex x henry #my writing #my fic

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pamprinninja · 6 months

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Movie Tag Game

Tagged in by @owlrageousjones! List seven favorite films, and then seven mutuals. (I'm going to whiff on the latter; sans the spouse, I don't have many movie buffs in my orbit.)

Favorite Movies

1. The Godfather (1972, dir. Francis Ford Coppola); 2. Batman Begins (2005, dir. Christopher Nolan); 3. The Dark Knight (2008, dir. Christopher Nolan); 4. Die Hard (1998, dir. John McTiernan).

There's a reason these four are grouped together! There was a time when my spouse struggled with falling asleep; and so we employed the above films as a soothing soundtrack, against which they could peacefully nod off.

(At least, as soothing as one might expect from a chorus of Chicago typewriters, eagerly punctuating Sonny Corleone; or John McClane, yelling intensely as he improvisationally repels down the side of Nakatomi Plaza.)

5. Grosse Pointe Blank (1997, dir. George Armitage).

An unusual blend of dark comedy, romance, and the occasional action set-piece; all set to a Gen X soundtrack. The premise sounds like high-concept word salad ("An ailing assassin in the midst of a midlife crisis rekindles an old relationship and battles fellow death-dealing competitors while attending his high school reunion"); and yet it somehow just works in the hands of the superbly capable cast.

(As a personal aside: there is a scene in which the protagonist finds himself staring into the wide eyes of a newborn infant, as Queen and David Bowie's Under Pressure swells in the background. I found this moment particularly touching; not least of which because it spurred me to the realization that I wanted to become a parent.)

6. John Wick (2014, dir. Chad Stahelski).

A fantastic example of a modestly-budgeted action film succeeding wildly on the strength of its compelling premise, intriguing world-building, and marriage of breathtaking choreography and stylish cinematography.

(Honorable mentions: Drive (1997); Dredd (2012); and The Raid: Redemption (2011) and it's follow-up, The Raid 2: Berandal (2014).)

7. Transformers: The Movie (1986, dir. Nelson Shin).

My god; there is so much I can (and will!) say about this movie.

For starters: it is not, conventionally-speaking, good.

Toy manufacturer Hasbro demanded that the dramatis personae of the first two seasons of the Transformers cartoon be written off; to make room for a new cast (and by extension, new toys). The producers gleefully complied by slaying beloved characters in an orgy of robot-on-robot violence that traumatized a generation of movie-going children.

(I should know; I was one of them!)

The narrative is nonsensical; and bounces frantically from one hair metal-accompanied set piece to the next without pause - until our protagonist (who has grown in literal height, if not as a person) unleashes the power of a previously undocumented McGuffin to save the day.

(In this respect, I harbor the belief that the producers cribbed significantly from 1981's Heavy Metal; which, respectfully, should probably not be the first choice of inspiration for a children's movie.)

Despite these deficiencies, however: it is a very, very watchable film!

The characters are likeable; the dialog, eminently quotable; and the voice cast perform their utmost.* The animation is spectacularly frenetic; and the soundtrack is surprisingly catchy (featuring the work of Stan Bush and Vince DiCola - notable for their contributions to Bloodsport and Rocky IV, respectively; and even "Weird Al" Yankovic)!

More than anything: this is a movie that trades in Rule Of Cool™ with childlike glee:

"What if we had a fully-operational battlestation; but instead of blowing planets up with a laser, it ate them?"

"...The two of them are out of ammo, and there's hundreds of enemies. So they hold a destruction derby - only it's underwater, right?"

"So the barbarian trash robots turn into motorcycles, and take turns riding each other, and they chase the good guys and then the good guy leader is exploded but it's okay, because the other good guys use the power of nonsense words to convince the trash robots to make him better; and then they have a dance-off..."

You won't learn anything from watching Transformers: The Movie; but it's fun, and strange, and surprisingly creative (while still operating within the unexplained requirement that everything and everyone turn into a robot, sooner or later)!

* There is a persistent rumor that Orson Welles was displeased to have starred in what was effectively a glorified toy commercial; exacerbated by both his self-professed lack of understanding of the movie's premise and plot, and his passing just five days after completing recording. This was not the case, however; as his grandchildren were fans, and he was enthused to have contributed to a franchise they loved.

#movie tag game #the godfather #batman begins #the dark knight #die hard #grosse pointe blank #john wick #transformers: the movie

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ogradyfilm · 10 months

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Recently Viewed: Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence

[The following review contains SPOILERS; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

What is “bravery?” Is it dying for one’s cause without hesitation, even if the sacrifice is ultimately fruitless? Or is it surviving by any means necessary, using wit and cunning to carry on the fight another day? This is the central theme of Nagisa Oshima’s Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence, a World War II drama that explores the conflict between the Imperial Japanese officers occupying the island of Java and the Allied POWs under their supervision.

As far as the tyrannical Captain Yonoi (Ryuichi Sakamoto, pulling double duty as the movie’s star and composer) is concerned, the foreign soldiers in his charge are subhuman wretches, inherently unworthy of respect—that they allowed themselves to be captured is irrefutable evidence of their dishonor. Yet these “cowards” consistently refuse to be intimidated, enduring starvation, solitary confinement, grueling interrogation, and unimaginable torture in order to protect their comrades from accusations of espionage and subterfuge.

Major Jack Celliers (a positively angelic David Bowie)—who surrendered to enemy forces only after they threatened to slaughter innocent natives—is particularly vexing in this regard. His arrival throws the camp into utter disarray, his audacious insubordination and stoic defiance inspiring small acts of disobedience and rebellion among the ranks. When the men are denied food for some minor infraction, for example, he smuggles rations into the barracks; when the guards retaliate by raiding the medical tent, he encourages the patients to sing as loudly as possible, their voices drowning out the barked orders to submit to inspection.

Perhaps this selflessness is what attracts the deeply closeted Yonoi to Celliers. The major’s unwavering loyalty appeals to the captain, who secretly sees himself as a disgrace to the Bushido code for his failure to die alongside his fellow radicals during the thwarted 1936 uprising; this irresistible admiration, which directly contradicts his prejudices, consequently manifests as infatuation, obsession, and insatiable carnal desire—with tragic repercussions.

Beyond the obvious and frequently discussed queer reading of its narrative (which is, to be clear, a totally valid/inevitable interpretation of the material), Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence is ultimately about challenging the characters’ inflexible preconceptions. To quote the eponymous Colonel Lawrence, who serves as a mediator between the two opposing sides (albeit with limited success):

You are the victim of men who think they are right. Just as one day you and Captain Yonoi believed absolutely that you were right. And the truth is of course that nobody is right.

Indeed, both the Japanese and Westerners seem to consider “guilt” to be a relative and irrelevant term. Yonoi, for instance, is quite forthright about his policy of punishing arbitrarily-selected scapegoats as a warning to future saboteurs; the victorious Allies, meanwhile, are likewise perfectly content to incarcerate and execute only the lowest ranking military personnel for atrocities committed on the battlefield, all but pardoning their equally culpable superiors.

Such is the senseless nature of war, violence, and power.

#Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence #Nagisa Oshima #Ryuichi Sakamoto #Takeshi Kitano #Beat Takeshi #Japanese film #Japanese cinema #Criterion Channel #Criterion Collection #Criterion #film #writing #movie review

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outforflowers · 1 year

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classic rock asks: 2. 3. 9. 24. 41. 45. 🤠✌️

Hey Jo! Thank you! 🎶

2: Dancing in the street with Mick Jagger or David Bowie?

Are you really making me choose? Bowie, we'd have more fun (have I just said this?)

3: Egg houses with the Doors or go on a panty raid with Pink Floyd?

Panty Raid! 🤓 I would never waste eggs.

9: Have a sleepover with Lou Reed and Iggy Pop or David Bowie and Marc Bolan?

Why can't I have Lou and Bowie? Ok I have a̶s̶t̶r̶o̶l̶o̶g̶i̶c̶a̶l̶ scientific proof that it would go well with Bowie, with or without Marc:

24: Air-drum solo to a song by Phil Collins or air-bass solo to a song by the Who?

The Who's air-bass solo. Keith Moon is very offended by this question.

41: Go shopping with Mick Jagger or Roger Waters?

And again kids, remember “Just because it looks good on Mick Jagger doesn’t mean it’s going to look good on you.” (now guess who has said this). I've dressed like Mick for years and it didn't always look flattering.

45: Try on Freddie Mercury or David Bowie’s outfits?

I wouldn't fit in anybody's original outfits. It's funny that I've never dressed up as Bowie, and trust, dressing up like rock stars is my passion. So here's your answer:

Classic Rock ask meme

#ask meme #krysten-knitter #thank you!#answering from a desktop is much easier

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rocknrollinbitchforu · 4 months

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my dad and I just fucking RAIDED a record store ohh my god guys I got so much

comprehensive list of the things I got below so y'all don't have to scroll forever

Billy Joel's glass houses on vinyl <3 SO excited about that

Billy Joel's greatest hits volume 1&2 on CD (don't have a CD player yet but I'm gonna load all of them onto my iTunes acc for now don't even worry)

Fleetwood Mac's The Dance (LIVE ALBUM!!! YESSS) on CD

David Bowie's changesbowie (compilation album 🤩) on CD

A Korn, Metallica, and Judas Priest Screaming for Vengeance patch

AND MY DAD SURPRISED ME WITH A GRAPHITE DRAWING STEVIE NICKS POSTER AAAAA!

and my dad got four led zeppelin cd's and my mom got a Bryan Adams cd :D

#im SO excited ab this #yall dont get it i fucking love music/record stores #some of my favorite places on the planet to be #my mom bet that i couldnt find any david bowie in the first five minutes and lets dance on vinyl was in the first section i looked at #sadly didnt get it though (it was more than i paid for either of my Bowie picture discs???)#there was very little bowie though 😔

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brookston · 10 months

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Holidays 6.29

Holidays

Autonomy Day (French Polynesia)

Central Province Day (Solomon Islands)

Chronic Migraine Awareness Day

Coriander Day (French Republic)

Day of the Telephone Operator (Brazil)

Engineer’s Day (Ecuador)

Eva Day (UK)

Flower and Camera Day

Gioco Del Ponte (Pisa, Italy)

Herb Harvesting Day (East Anglica, UK)

Homosexual Pride Day

Hug Holiday

Internal Autonomy Day (French Polynesia)

International Day of the Tropics

International Mud Day

International Fisherman’s Day

International Sharing Day

International Transgender Youth Day

Interstate Highway Day

iPhone Day

National AMHP Day (UK)

National Camera Day

National Darts Day

National Dieselbilly Day

National Fred Day

National Gordon Day

National Guy Day

National Nash Day

National Paddy Day (Nepal)

National Statistics Day (India)

Remote Control Day

Sacrament of the Silicon Host

Shipbuilder Day (Russia)

Veterans Day (Netherlands)

World Industrial Design Day

World Music Designation Day

World Scleroderma Awareness Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Bacon Burnt End Day

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

Meatballs Day

National Almond Buttercrunch Day

Waffle Iron Day

5th & Last Thursday in June

Festival of the Tarasque (France) begins [Last Thursday]

National Bomb Pop Day [Last Thursday]

National Handshake Day [Last Thursday]

National Relationships & Sex Education Day (UK) [Last Thursday]

National Work From Home Day [Last Thursday]

Independence Days

Central Province Day (Solomon Islands; 1981)

Seychelles (from UK, 1976)

Feast Days

Albuquerque (Positivist; Saint)

Allan Houser (Artology)

Appreciate Herbs Day (Pastafarian)

Cassius of Narni (Christian; Saint)

Eid al-Adha, Day 3 [Muslim Feast of Sacrifice] (a.k.a. ...

Al Adha (Bahrain)

Corban Bairam (Sudan)

Eid al Adha (Iraq, Jordan, Kuwait, Oman, Pakistan, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Syria, West Bank and Gaza, Yemen)

Eid e-Ghorban

Eid ul-Ad’haa (Maldives)

Gurban Bayram (Azerbaijan)

Hari Arafat (Malaysia)

Hari Raya Qurban (Malaysia)

Id el Kabir (Nigeria)

Kurban Bayram (North Cyprus)

Kurban Bayramy (Turkey)

Qurbon Hayit (Uzbekistan)

Elizabeth Claire Chapel Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Feast of Saints Peter and Paul (a.k.a. ...

Day of the Christian Martyr (Voice of the Martyrs)

Doukhobor Peace Day (Canada)

Haro Wine Festival (Haro, La Rioja)

La Festa di San Pietro e Paolo (Rome, Italy)

L-Imnarja (Malta)

Miracle of the Moose (Russian Orthodox)

Ratcatcher’s Day (Hamelin, Germany)

Solemnity of Saints Peter and Paul

Funeral of Kostroma Celebration (East Slavic Fertility Goddess)

Hemma (Christian; Saint)

Knitting Day (Pastafarian)

The Koala (Muppetism)

Oharai (Grand Purification Festival; Shinto)

Peter the Apostle (Christian; Saint)

Solstitium II (Pagan)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s the day Santa judges everyone to be naughty or nice.)

Premieres

Bachelor Party (Film; 1984)

Bad Moms (Film; 2016)

Banty Raids (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

Coming to America (Film; 1988)

Conan the Destroyer (Film; 1984)

Dancing in the Street, recorded by David Bowie and Mick Jagger (Song; 19985)

Days of Thunder (Film; 1990)

Donald’s Crime (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Do You Love Me, recorded by The Contours (Song; 1962)

Extraordinary Attorney Woo (TV Series; 2022)

Feedback, by Rush (Album; 2004)

Henry VIII, by William Shakespeare and John Fletcher (Play; 1613)

The King and I (Film; 1956)

The Leftovers (TV Series; 2014)

The Living Daylights (James Bond Film, UK; 1987) [#15]

Magic Mike (Film; 2012)

Meatballs (Film; 1979)

Moonraker (James Bond Film, US; 1979) [#11]

Ratatouille (Animated Pixar Film; 2007)

Running with Scissors, by Weird Al Yankovic (Album; 1999)

See Ya Later Gladiator (WB LT Cartoon; 1968)

Ted (Film; 2012)

Tomorrow We Diet! (Disney Cartoon; 1951)

War of the Worlds (Film; 2005)

Today’s Name Days

Gero, Paul, Peter (Austria)

Kamen, Pavel, Petar, Petra, Petrana (Bulgaria)

Pavao, Petar (Croatia)

Pavel, Petr (Czech Republic)

Paulus, Petrus (Denmark)

Peedo, Peedu, Peep, Peet, Peeter (Estonia)

Peetu, Pekka, Pekko, Petja, Petra, Petri, Petrus, Petteri, Pietari (Finland)

Paul, Pierre (France)

Gero, Paul, Peter (Germany)

Pavlos, Petros (Greece)

Pál, Péter (Hungary)

Paolo, Pietro (Italy)

Pauls, Pāvils, Pēteris (Latvia)

Benita, Gedrimė, Mantigirdas, Petras, Povilas (Lithuania)

Per, Peter, Petter (Norway)

Benedykta, Benita, Dalebor, Paweł, Piotr (Poland)

Pavel, Petru (România)

Pavol, Peter, Petra (Slovakia)

Emma, Pablo, Pedro (Spain)

Peter, Petra, Petrus (Sweden)

Paul, Peter (Ukraine)

Emma, Emmett, Heaven, Parnell, Parnella, Pedro, Pete, Peter, Pierce, Pierre, Salome (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 180 of 2024; 185 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 26 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 12 (Wu-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 10 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 30 Sol; Ninthday [30 of 30]

Julian: 16 June 2023

Moon: 82%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 12 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Albuquerque]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 9 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 9 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Feoh (Wealth) [Half-Month 13 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 7.13)

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 10 months

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Holidays 6.29

Holidays

Autonomy Day (French Polynesia)

Central Province Day (Solomon Islands)

Chronic Migraine Awareness Day

Coriander Day (French Republic)

Day of the Telephone Operator (Brazil)

Engineer’s Day (Ecuador)

Eva Day (UK)

Flower and Camera Day

Gioco Del Ponte (Pisa, Italy)

Herb Harvesting Day (East Anglica, UK)

Homosexual Pride Day

Hug Holiday

Internal Autonomy Day (French Polynesia)

International Day of the Tropics

International Mud Day

International Fisherman’s Day

International Sharing Day

International Transgender Youth Day

Interstate Highway Day

iPhone Day

National AMHP Day (UK)

National Camera Day

National Darts Day

National Dieselbilly Day

National Fred Day

National Gordon Day

National Guy Day

National Nash Day

National Paddy Day (Nepal)

National Statistics Day (India)

Remote Control Day

Sacrament of the Silicon Host

Shipbuilder Day (Russia)

Veterans Day (Netherlands)

World Industrial Design Day

World Music Designation Day

World Scleroderma Awareness Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Bacon Burnt End Day

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

Meatballs Day

National Almond Buttercrunch Day

Waffle Iron Day

5th & Last Thursday in June

Festival of the Tarasque (France) begins [Last Thursday]

National Bomb Pop Day [Last Thursday]

National Handshake Day [Last Thursday]

National Relationships & Sex Education Day (UK) [Last Thursday]

National Work From Home Day [Last Thursday]

Independence Days

Central Province Day (Solomon Islands; 1981)

Seychelles (from UK, 1976)

Feast Days

Albuquerque (Positivist; Saint)

Allan Houser (Artology)

Appreciate Herbs Day (Pastafarian)

Cassius of Narni (Christian; Saint)

Eid al-Adha, Day 3 [Muslim Feast of Sacrifice] (a.k.a. ...

Al Adha (Bahrain)

Corban Bairam (Sudan)

Eid al Adha (Iraq, Jordan, Kuwait, Oman, Pakistan, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Syria, West Bank and Gaza, Yemen)

Eid e-Ghorban

Eid ul-Ad’haa (Maldives)

Gurban Bayram (Azerbaijan)

Hari Arafat (Malaysia)

Hari Raya Qurban (Malaysia)

Id el Kabir (Nigeria)

Kurban Bayram (North Cyprus)

Kurban Bayramy (Turkey)

Qurbon Hayit (Uzbekistan)

Elizabeth Claire Chapel Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Feast of Saints Peter and Paul (a.k.a. ...

Day of the Christian Martyr (Voice of the Martyrs)

Doukhobor Peace Day (Canada)

Haro Wine Festival (Haro, La Rioja)

La Festa di San Pietro e Paolo (Rome, Italy)

L-Imnarja (Malta)

Miracle of the Moose (Russian Orthodox)

Ratcatcher’s Day (Hamelin, Germany)

Solemnity of Saints Peter and Paul

Funeral of Kostroma Celebration (East Slavic Fertility Goddess)

Hemma (Christian; Saint)

Knitting Day (Pastafarian)

The Koala (Muppetism)

Oharai (Grand Purification Festival; Shinto)

Peter the Apostle (Christian; Saint)

Solstitium II (Pagan)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s the day Santa judges everyone to be naughty or nice.)

Premieres

Bachelor Party (Film; 1984)

Bad Moms (Film; 2016)

Banty Raids (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

Coming to America (Film; 1988)

Conan the Destroyer (Film; 1984)

Dancing in the Street, recorded by David Bowie and Mick Jagger (Song; 19985)

Days of Thunder (Film; 1990)

Donald’s Crime (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Do You Love Me, recorded by The Contours (Song; 1962)

Extraordinary Attorney Woo (TV Series; 2022)

Feedback, by Rush (Album; 2004)

Henry VIII, by William Shakespeare and John Fletcher (Play; 1613)

The King and I (Film; 1956)

The Leftovers (TV Series; 2014)

The Living Daylights (James Bond Film, UK; 1987) [#15]

Magic Mike (Film; 2012)

Meatballs (Film; 1979)

Moonraker (James Bond Film, US; 1979) [#11]

Ratatouille (Animated Pixar Film; 2007)

Running with Scissors, by Weird Al Yankovic (Album; 1999)

See Ya Later Gladiator (WB LT Cartoon; 1968)

Ted (Film; 2012)

Tomorrow We Diet! (Disney Cartoon; 1951)

War of the Worlds (Film; 2005)

Today’s Name Days

Gero, Paul, Peter (Austria)

Kamen, Pavel, Petar, Petra, Petrana (Bulgaria)

Pavao, Petar (Croatia)

Pavel, Petr (Czech Republic)

Paulus, Petrus (Denmark)

Peedo, Peedu, Peep, Peet, Peeter (Estonia)

Peetu, Pekka, Pekko, Petja, Petra, Petri, Petrus, Petteri, Pietari (Finland)

Paul, Pierre (France)

Gero, Paul, Peter (Germany)

Pavlos, Petros (Greece)

Pál, Péter (Hungary)

Paolo, Pietro (Italy)

Pauls, Pāvils, Pēteris (Latvia)

Benita, Gedrimė, Mantigirdas, Petras, Povilas (Lithuania)

Per, Peter, Petter (Norway)

Benedykta, Benita, Dalebor, Paweł, Piotr (Poland)

Pavel, Petru (România)

Pavol, Peter, Petra (Slovakia)

Emma, Pablo, Pedro (Spain)

Peter, Petra, Petrus (Sweden)

Paul, Peter (Ukraine)

Emma, Emmett, Heaven, Parnell, Parnella, Pedro, Pete, Peter, Pierce, Pierre, Salome (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 180 of 2024; 185 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 26 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 12 (Wu-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 10 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 30 Sol; Ninthday [30 of 30]

Julian: 16 June 2023

Moon: 82%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 12 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Albuquerque]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 9 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 9 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Feoh (Wealth) [Half-Month 13 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 7.13)

#Holidays

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STATION TO STATION

"Dance, dance, yeah ! Dance baby, shake your body..."

— Damn it ! tona Osborne tentant de suivre la route tout en changeant de station radio, quand soudain elle entendit des riffs de guitare.

L'averse se déchaînait sur le parbrise de sa petit Austin. A la fin de la chanson, l'animateur enscence le nouvel album de Mars Hunter, louant les qualités de l'artiste, le considérant même comme le fils caché de David Bowie. On parle rock à la radio nationale ! se dit Oswin, totalement bluffée par ce qu'elle venait d'entendre. Entre les tubes sans texte, ni fond et les chanson à la guimauve de nanas en mal d'amour, le monde de la musique c'était désespérément appauvri. La jeune femme accéléra malgré le danger. Il fallait annoncer la nouvelle aux gars. L'Austin pilla devant la grille du "1984", le squatte qui leur servait de salle de répétitions et de studio d'enregistrement. Une vieille bicoque que les musiciens avaient retappée, il y a cinq ans, quand ils étaient au lycée, avant de faire la connaissance d'Osborne. Une furie traversa en trombe le jardin innondé, puis s'engouffra dans la maison. Dans le salon, les gars étaient en train de décapsuler des bières, avachis sur le vieux Chesterfield, récupéré chez nana Hennelly, la grand-mère d'Alex, le guitariste.

— Les mecs, vous imaginez, le rock revient à la mode ! s'exclame la jeune femme, devant son assistance abasourdie par son apparition.

Trempée jusqu'aux os, elle se tiens raide comme un i, les yeux brillants d'espoir.

— Alors, on lâche nos jobs de merde, on arrête de végéter comme des gros loukoums et on se bouge le derche !

Oswin arracha la bouteille des mains d'Alex et engloutit la moitié cul sec. Les trois amis se regardent, dubitatifs. Puis Eivann acquièce, balançant sa tête l'air de dire : "t'as raison, faut qu'on se bouge !".

— Wild Anarchist à la une de The Frog ou de Spotlight ! Le nouveau souffle triphop-rock, made in Glasgow !

Bien sûr, ce genre musical n'a jamais cessé d'exister, au Royaume Uni. Radiohead, Keane, Muse... Et les légendes qui ne se sont jamais arrêtées depuis les années soixante- dix/quatre-vingt, comme Depeche Mode, Pink Floyd, David Bowie... ce dernier était la référence ultime d'Osborne. Mais comme elle ne cessait de le répéter :

— Vous n'en avez pas assez de buller dans les pubs et de faire des petits concerts insignifiants pour à peine cent quidams ? Alors qu'on pourrait jouer au River Sound Festival devant une foule de plus quatre cent mille enthousiasmée par notre son !!

Assez de l'image du rockeur métaleux pas lavé ou du produit commercial formaté pour adolescents prépubaires ! Ou pire, ces stars de télécrochets qui se prétendent musiciens rebels ! Osborne en avait assez de se faire rembarrer par les maisons de disque. "Vous n'êtes pas assez si, vous n'êtes pas assez mi"... Les écossais ont la classe et elle allait le prouver au monde entier en réabilitant ce rock nerveux, racé, fusionnant l'anticonformisme recherché de Bowie avec l'énergie sensuelle de Deep Purple. C'était le moment de prendre sa revenche sur tous ces abrutis qui se payaient sa tête au quotidien depuis le lycée. Chose à laquelle ses amis de dix ans de plus n'avaient pas échapés. Les piques cinglantes sur leur look vintage, à se faire traiter de tapettes, finissait par les faire déprimer. Sans parler des anciens potes, qui au pub ne se privaient pas de leur adresser un "Salut les pédales !"...

Oswin jubilait. Il était hors de question qu'elle laisse passer cette chance.

Une semaine après, Wild Anarchsit signe chez Universal, mais au bout d'un an le soufflé est retombé, trop vite sorti du four. Osborne rompait son contrat avec la maison de disque. Me demander de faire de la pop alors que j'ai horreur de ça ! Elle saturait. Alex et Eivann reprirent leur jobs merdiques. Sylass parti pour un road trip en Nouvelle Zélande, il avait besoin de prendre l'air. Osborne retourna à l'usine pour profiter de ses après midi au jardin du 1984 à dessiner des plans, en attendant de trouver un contrat de paysagiste.

Deux ans s'écoulèrent, Oswin avait besoin d'un break, elle alla rendre visite à Alex, travaillant dans le salon de thé londonnien de son oncle. Ce petit établissement avait acquis sa petite réputation. Hennelly ayant travaillé chez Ladurée pendant ses études à Paris, le jeune homme avait créé une carte sur mesure, l'adaptant aux goûts des Britanniques. Les deux amis profitaient du soleil sur la terrasse en philosophant sur la musique et leur passé de Rock stars recalées. A ce moment directeur de Domino reccords les interpella :

— Le monde de la musique stagne, aujourd'hui. Tu es une amie de Declan McKenzie ?

Osborne eut l'impression de tomber de sa chaise :

— Oui.

Elle regarda Alex, sceptique.

— Tu as une maquette sous la main ?

— On a un site web. Des échantionns de nos albums sont dessus. Les CD sont à Glasgow, je ne pensais plus...

Elle ne pu finir sa phrase, pensant que sa chance lui filait encore une fois entre les doigts. L'homme se leva et lui tendit sa carte.

— Passe me voir demain matin.

— Pourquoi nous ? Pourquoi maintenant ?

— Je t'ai entendue parler de l'expo David Bowie au St Paul's Gallery. J'ai entendu dire que tu étais sa fan numéro 1. Il vient de sortir son dernier album. Beaucoup d'artistes en place s'inspirent de son travail, mais ça ne vole pas haut. Je veux du sang neuf, je suis prêt à prendre le risque. Declan me parle souvent de votre groupe. Vous devrier faire le soundtrack de sa série. Ton site je l'ai vu, ça décape. Je pensais que tu aurais peut-être un nouvel album sous le coude, mais on fera sans maquette. Passe demain.

Le directeur de Domino Records sera la main des deux comparse, puis s'en alla. Oswin ne voulait pas s'enthousiasmer, mais la recontre était magique.

— J'espère que tu as une bonne bouteille de whisky en stock !

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On this date in music history….(with an emphasis on the rock part…)

March 3rd

2017 - Jim Fuller

American guitarist Jim Fuller from The Surfaris died aged 69. The Surfaris had the 1963 US No.2 & UK No.3 single 'Wipe Out' and Fuller was known as the "Godfather" of surf music, a Californian instrumental music. With his Fender guitar he contributed to the popularity of Leo Fender's instruments.

2015 - Keith Richards

Keith Richards objected to a planned £1.5million cafe being built on a beachfront near his country mansion. The guitarist lodged an objection against the new development which is near his Redlands estate where he was famously arrested with band mate Mick Jagger in 1967 in a drugs raid. Richards is opposed to the planned restaurant which was earmarked for West Wittering beach in West Sussex.

2012 - Ronnie Montrose

American rock guitarist Ronnie Montrose died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound aged 64. The guitarist who led the bands Montrose and Gamma had been ill suffering from prostate cancer. Montrose had also worked with Edgar Winter, Van Morrison, Dan Hartman, Sammy Hagar and many other artists

2004 - Elton John

Elton John announced he was planning to marry his long-term partner David Furnish if new UK laws allowed it. A Civil Partnership bill was being passed through Parliament which would give gay couple's greater rights.

2003 - Rod Stewart

Ray Jackson who found fame with Lindisfarne took out legal action against Rod Stewart over his 1970s hit song ‘Maggie May.’ Jackson claimed he came up with the worldwide hit's classic mandolin melody and claimed he may have lost at least £1m because he was not credited for the track's distinctive "hook." Jackson was paid just £15 for the recording session by Stewart in 1971.

1986 - Metallica

Metallica released their third album, the highly influential album, Master of Puppets, considered by many in the metal community to be the best metal album of all time. This was the last Metallica album with bassist Cliff Burton who was killed when the group's tour bus over-turned in southern Sweden while touring to promote the album.

1984 - Nena

Nena started a three week run at No.1 on the UK singles chart with '99 Red Balloons.' Originally sung in German, '99 Luftballons' was re-recorded in English as '99 Red Balloons'. The song was a No.2 hit in the US and the only UK hit for Nena making her a One Hit Wonder.

1973 - Roberta Flack

Winners at this year's Grammy Awards included, Roberta Flack who won Song of the year and Record of the year with 'The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face' and Harry Nilsson won Best pop vocal performance for 'Without You.'

1972 - Elton John

Elton John released 'Rocket Man' as a single, (officially titled 'Rocket Man (I Think It's Going to Be a Long, Long Time)'. The song was inspired by the short story "The Rocket Man" in The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury, and echoes the theme of David Bowie's 1969 song 'Space Oddity'. Kate Bush released a cover of 'Rocket Man' in 1991 as part of the Elton John, Bernie Taupin tribute album Two Rooms.

1969 - Led Zeppelin

Led Zeppelin recorded their first BBC Radio 1 'Top Gear' session during the afternoon at the Playhouse Theatre in London, England. Songs recorded were 'Dazed And Confused', 'Communication Breakdown', 'You Shook Me' and 'I Can't Quit You Baby'. Free, The Moody Blues and Deep Purple were also in session on the show.

1966 - Neil Young

Neil Young, Stephen Stills and Richie Furay formed Buffalo Springfield in Los Angeles. Among the first wave of American bands to become popular in the wake of the British invasion, the group combined rock, folk, and country music into a sound all its own. Its million-selling song 'For What It's Worth' became a political anthem for the turbulent late 1960s.

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