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vampire-exgirlfriend · 1 year

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Lips Like Lightning (Skin So Sweet)

Pairing: Modern Aegon II Targaryen x reader (3rd person)

Rating: E

Warnings: booze and smut, you know the drill

This is a gift for my sweet @jadore-andor, who I was lucky enough to get in the HotD server Holiday Exchange! She loves a wet cat man and there are few more drunk, sarcastic, and pathetic than Aegon in the Paper Crowns AU

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"You really think you're hot shit, don't you?" She asked, a derisive little laugh trailing behind her words, not bothering to raise her voice over the noise of the band that played the stage.

"Oh, I know I'm hot shit, darling," he answered, pulling his pageboy hat off, shaking his chin length hair from his eyes and leaning against the bar. The lights from the stage caught in the white blonde strands, setting them off blue and red and green and purple. "I'm Aegon." He held his hand out.

She just looked at him, her eyes darting back to his face. "Good for you, Aegon." Her fingers wrapped around the glass in front of her and she threw back the rest of her drink, a slight grimace on her face at the burn of the alcohol. She didn't usually drink, but it seemed fitting in the face of "new year, new her".

"...Targaryen," he finished, his brows pulling together in confusion, his hand dropping limply as she made no moves to take it. He watched almost helplessly as she glanced down at her phone, the time - 10:32 pm - flashing.

When she looked back up her gaze traveled over his figure, taking in his hideous vintage sweater, tight torn jeans, and scuffed boots. He was handsome, pretty even, with his violet eyes and pouting mouth, but utterly unfamiliar to her. "That's quite the name. You say it as if I'm supposed to know who you are."

Aegon smiled, a slow, sensual unfurling of his lips, a flash of white teeth. "You aren't from around here, are you?"

"Oh, not even close." She smirked back at him, a little lost in his eyes, tangled up in the strobing lights that flashed over his face.

His answering laugh was good natured, if a little manic. There was something wicked about him that she liked, something libertine, something chaotic. "Then the name doesn't really mean shit. Can I buy you a drink anyway?"

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She nearly tripped over her own feet, Aegon's tipsy weight jerking her back as he gripped her hips. He pressed her into the elevator wall, his lips dragging over hers until she opened for him, laughing against his mouth and clinging to his shoulders. When he pulled back she pressed a fingertip to the dimple in his chin.

"You never told me your name," he whispered loudly.

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from laughing, giving him her name, her cheeks heating as he repeated it back.

"You are lovely." His eyes danced over her figure, his hands wandering beneath her coat.

"And you are drunk," she teased.

He kissed her again and again and once more for good measure. "I assure you, love, I am always drunk. But I'm not blind."

The bell dinged before she could respond, the doors sliding open into a long hallway. Aegon pushed her out ahead of him, his hands on her hips guiding her to the door at the end. She was surprised when it didn't open with a key. He pressed his thumb to a little pad by the knob, the lock sliding free after a few seconds. When she glanced up toward the ceiling, a camera stared back, the little red light blinking down at her.

Maybe his name was more important than she initially thought.

But Aegon was nudging her through the door, peeling her coat from her shoulders and throwing it over the console table that sat just inside the entry to the loft, flicking on a lamp. She liked what she saw, surprised by the comfortable, lived-in nature of the loft. Framed concert posters hung on the exposed brick walls and a huge, low midnight blue sectional took up a chunk of the room, the floor covered in a mishmash of Turkish rugs. His record collection was impressive, everything from The Clash to Annie Lennox to Fleetwood Mac. Books and photos lined the shelves of massive built-ins, most featuring him and a troupe of matching pale blondes, their silver hair and violet eyes painting them all as family. In one was a girl, wrapped in a baby blue tulle dress and a leather jacket, a caterpillar crawling over her extended finger as she grinned excitedly. Another featured a young man with long hair and a sullen face, glaring at the camera and holding a pool stick, his middle finger aimed at the photographer - his right eye covered by a black patch. In a third was Aegon with a woman his own age, her chin resting on his head, her straight white hair falling around both of their faces like a curtain. Her eyes were closed while he rolled his, a wide smile on her pretty face, a cigarette in her hand. Suddenly, she was hit with the feeling that the man she'd come home with was nothing like the man she'd met at the bar. It was uncomfortable, the realization that they were both real people with real lives and that this was just a moment, a blip in time, a miniscule light in the dark.

But any light was better than none.

Tomorrow she would leave, heading home to Volantis to start the new year back in her real life. And Aegon Targaryen, whoever he was, would go back to the people in the pictures.

Music filtered in from hidden speakers, and she recognized the intro to Take It On The Run by REO Speedwagon. When she turned, she found him watching her, his eyes narrowed slightly before pasting a grin over his mouth and holding his hands up. "Like what you see?"

"I've spent the night in worse places," she answered, her brow raised in challenge. Her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she made her way to the couch, dropping to sit on the edge of the cushion. Aegon strode to where she sat and she craned her neck to look up at him.

"I want you." He said it as plain as day, no teasing or testing or playing, another layer peeled back to reveal the man beneath. "Do you want me?"

She considered him for a moment, but the heat licking behind her ribs had her nodding in answer. She wanted him to kiss her again, she wanted to devour him, she wanted to sink her teeth into him and not let go.

"How do you want me?" His eyes looked so soft in the dim glow of the lamp, the lights from the city below painting him silver and gold.

She blinked, the butterflies in her belly blooming into something more dangerous, something with talons, something hungry. "On your knees."

He fell before her without another word, looking up at her from beneath his sooty lashes, his palms resting against his thighs. After a moment, he dipped his head sarcastically in a bow, spreading his arms wide. Time stretched between them, heavy and tense and full of dark promise, before he reached for her foot, quick fingers surprisingly gentle as they unclasped the strap around her ankle. She jolted in surprise as her shoe hit the floor, the sound jarring over the quiet music that played in the background.

"A bit jumpy," he teased, hands sliding up her calf torturously slow, his eyes on hers. He lifted her leg, lowering his head, his breath warm as it ghosted over her heated flesh. His mouth was soft against her ankle, his teeth scraping lightly over her skin. Her fingers curled in the soft material of the blanket beneath her, her breath coming quicker as he kissed the delicate skin at the bend of her knee. Aegon nipped and sucked a constellation of bruises against her inner thigh, his other hand snaking beneath the hem of her dress, fingers curling in the fabric of her underwear. His eyes darted to hers, a grin pulling at the corners of his full mouth. "I'm going to keep these if that's alright with you."

"All yours," she answered, fighting to keep her voice steady as he tugged the scrap of fabric down her legs, stuffing it in the pocket of his jeans with a smirk. He stood and extended a hand, pulling her to her feet when she accepted.

The walk to his bedroom was short, her eyes fixated on his messy silver curls as she followed him down the hall. It was easy to fall into his bed, to prop herself against the green satin pillows while he reached back, tugging his ugly sweater over his head, revealing a body that was absolutely unfair. Hard muscle lay over his stomach, a few tattoos scattered over his pale skin. Over his heart was a little blue butterfly, landing gracefully on the hilt of a knife, the blade itself seemingly piercing his chest. The words "fire and blood" were scrawled over his ribs in a small, flowing font. And when he turned his head, she noticed a little smudge behind his ear. Pushing to her hands and knees, she leaned closer and saw it was a tiny dragon, peeking out from his hair. "I like this one," she murmured, sitting up and pressing her lips to the ink.

"My brother and sister have a matching one. And my nei -," he cleared his throat," my best friend, she has one too."

She couldn't help but smile at the little piece of himself that he shared, the knowledge that he loved his family, that despite his ridiculous facade, he was capable of having a friend who cared about him enough to mark her body in commemoration of their bond. "I think it's lovely." She nipped at his jaw, catching his lips in a kiss that left her feeling drunk.

"Do I need a condom?" He asked, dispelling the dreamy vulnerability of the moment as if he were uncomfortable with it, jerking his chin toward the bedside table. Her eyes followed his and she waffled for a moment. His voice softened as he looked back at her, realizing his misstep. "I'm clean, if that's what you're worried about. Test results are next to the condoms."

One last reckless night before going back to the real world - that's what this had started as. And to be honest, she wanted to feel him, to burn the sensations into her memory. "I'm clean," she said. "And I have an IUD."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Without another word, Aegon's hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, wasting no time in pulling it down, his fingers grazing each new inch of exposed skin. He peeled the thin straps from her shoulders, his lips dragging over her collarbone, tugging at the fabric until she was bared to him. Her own hands roamed over his chest, his ribs, his back, memorizing the feel of his body beneath her palms.

The low light from the salt lamp on the dresser painted her body in pink and gold shadows and she found she liked the way Aegon looked at her, like she was magic. The buckle of his belt hit the floor and he kicked out of his jeans, sliding his ridiculous tie-dye boxers down his muscled thighs before stretching out over top of her. She rolled him to his back, straddling his hips and tanging her fingers with his, dragging them to lay over his head.

"I love a woman that takes charge." His grin was cheeky, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

"Then you're in for a good time," she answered, leaning forward and stealing his laugh, brushing her tongue against his. His hips bucked beneath her and she ground down against the hard ridge of him, his mouth parting in a low whine.

It was impossible not to lose herself in Aegon. He was all unhurried kisses and calloused fingertips wandering over soft flesh. He was warm, like fresh spring, like buds breaking through once frozen ground. The most delicious noises fell from his lips and he responded to every touch, every murmur, his pulse thrumming beneath her lips. His hand slipped between them, fingers spreading her, sliding through the slick that had gathered there. And then he was inside her, curling his fingers forward against that soft spot up high, grinning wickedly when she cried out, sharp and surprised. His thumb rubbed lazy circles over her clit, winding her up tighter and tighter until she lost her composure, grinding down against him for more, more, more, taking what she needed.

She came in a hot rush, her back arching, her thighs trembling on either side of Aegon's thighs, her nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders.

"Yeah, that's so fucking good," he said, his eyes revenant as he watched her come down, her eyes glassy and mouth parted. "You make the best sounds."

She dropped her weight, sliding over his length, grinning when he dropped his head back, the veins in his neck prominent. "Don't make it weird." Looking between them, she watched the way she parted around him, the blunt head of his cock nudging her clit. It was obscene. It was ridiculously hot.

His hands found her hips, fingers digging in almost painfully to hold her still. "It's not weird. Shut up and let me compliment you."

She wrapped her fingers around his length, thick enough that the tips only just touched, and guided him to her entrance. The stretch felt near impossible and she was sure she would split in half, rocking her hips gently to mold around him. Aegon shook with the effort to not plant his feet and drive up into her, to break her open and fuck her the way he so desperately wanted to.

Next time. He would make sure there was a next time.

When he was finally buried inside her, she held her breath, adjusting to the feel of him. He moaned when she rolled her hips, the sound somewhere between a growl and a groan, her pace a lazy grind. Sweat broke out on his brow, his grip on her waist tightening as she dragged her clit over his pubic bone; it straddled the line between too much and not enough. Without warning, Aegon pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around her, one hand tangling in her hair and dragging her mouth to his. There was nothing gentle about the way he kissed her now, urging her on as he thrust his hips beneath her. His other hand rose to cup her breast, his thumb trailing over her peaked nipple. Her head dropped back on her shoulders and Aegon leaned forward, scraping his teeth over the column of her throat. The pleasure was nearly blinding, the heat that had pooled low in her belly spreading outward to glow in her chest.

"Aegon," she moaned. "I'm so close."

"I can feel it," he bit out between clenched teeth, pressing his face to her chest. "You're so fucking tight, you're gonna make me come."

"Not til I say so." Her words were clipped as she chased her release. It bloomed like wildfire, sudden and raging and seemingly without end. Aegon grunted, shifting his hips and dropping her back against the blankets. His thrusts were hard, so deep it stole her breath as she clenched around him, still fluttering. One of his hands found hers, raising it lay above her head, fingers tangling.

"Let me come, baby," he murmured against her mouth. "Haven't I been good for you?"

"Hmm," she mused, her lips curling in a grin before a whine split them. The overstimulation was almost too much and she felt her pleasure ripple over her, heavier this time, pulling her down and she broke apart around him again. "God," she groaned. "You're good, you're so good, Aegon. Come for me."

His teeth sank into the soft flesh of her neck and his spine went rigid as he came, his hips stilling, burying himself as deeply as he could in her heat. She felt it as he made a mess of her. Aegon didn't raise his head, even after he was spent, and she felt him tremble, his breath shaky against her chest. Untangling their hands, she ran her fingers over his back in a soothing gesture until their breathing evened out, their heartbeats slowing. He nuzzled her cheek and she couldn't wipe the smile from her face if she tried. After a few long moments, she nudged him, rolling him off of her to sprawl over the sheets.

"Bathroom?" She asked.

He pointed toward a door on the left side of the room and she pushed from the bed, thighs clenched as she darted from the room.

She cleaned up quickly, almost afraid to look at her reflection. The mirror showed her what a mess she was, hair mussed, teeth marks scattered over her chest, lips red and kiss swollen. She washed her hands and swiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes before heading back to the bedroom. Reaching down to the floor, she scooped up his hideous sweater, pulling it over her own head and running her fingers through her hair to smooth out the snarls.

"It suits you," he teased and she scrunched her nose at him.

"That's not really a compliment," she said with a laugh. A dark bruise lay over his pulse point in the shape of her mouth and she smiled, happy to not be forgotten easily when she left in a few hours.

Fireworks exploded outside of the penthouse window, a kaleidoscope of colors bursting from the other side of the city, misting the room in gold and green and silver and red. She crawled back into bed and Aegon yanked her closer, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her to lie against his chest. "Happy New Year, you," he said softly, kissing her forehead.

"Happy New Year, you," she answered, brushing the hair away from his eyes before pulling him on top of her, kissing his smile and wrapping a leg around his waist.

#aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #house of the dragon fic #hotd #hotd fic #house of the dragon #my fic

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thewildbelladonna · 2 years

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Fleetwood Mac tour, Houston Music Hall, Houston, Texas, December 3rd, 1975. Photos courtesy of rockinhouston.com

PART 1 - PART 2

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flutternozzle · 1 year

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oh shit, found a box in the loft yday of some of my dad's old letters, postcards, photos etc, and he was just looking thru it and found all his old gig tickets, that we'd been looking for before!! 😁

i'd tried to look up the dates he might have been to the gigs a while ago, and it turns out i was right abt the dates he saw fleetwood mac (16/06/80), simon & garfunkel at wembley (19/06/82) and the rolling stones at wembley (26/06/82)

but i was wrong abt the date he saw peter gabriel, i thought it might have been a gig in 1980, but it was actually 1977?? so shortly b4 his 2nd album came out as opposed to after his 3rd one!! AND it turns out my dad also saw steve hackett (in 1980) but he'd forgot abt that 😆

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moochilatv · 8 days

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Dover Lynn presents: "Fox Low Moon"

Dover Lynn Fox fans get ready to celebrate as her brand new EP, Low Moon, is dropping today May 3rd! To celebrate the release of this new compilation, Dover Lynn Fox is also sharing the title track, the embodiment of what it feels to finally feel the freedom born from the growth you’ve been going through.

With eyes and ears always on the sublime, the intrepid singer/ songwriter first dropped “Winter Son” in January then “Phantom Lover” in February. In March she dropped the modern Americana-pop hit, “When Youth Was Wasted”.

A collection of truly landmark songs, she seamlessly fuses folk, pop, and rock, influenced by her favorite music of the 60s and 70s. With the title track, Dover describes it as “a shot of vibrations and emotions rather than a structured story. It’s a sonic sigh of relief, an homage to life’s signals, signs and wonders, and a message about taking the higher ground.”

Photo Credit: Jen Squires

Dover Lynn Fox mixes elements of indie-pop, folk and rock to create songs that are melodic and insightful. The Canadian songstress grew up listening to a wide variety of music. She tells stories about life’s hardships and victories, but draws just as much inspiration from the beauty of the natural world. Her music is by turns pastoral and striking, and her songs are driven by her powerful, yet wistful voice.

She anchors her lyrics with an eclectic sound that pays homage to enduring musicians that were often played in her home, when she was growing up. Neil Diamond, The Mama’s and the Papa’s and Fleetwood Mac were constantly on the playlist.

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years

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I read the original idea, but hopefully Robbe is not the one who keeps looking for him, I think Sander should take that step. It would be great if you added Robbe realizing that distance is necessary, and begins to enjoy this little separation and realizes that he loves Sander but also respects his decision and will wait for him to return to speak.

Please tell me there's a 3rd part coming soon Please post the next part sooon. Sander needs to stop ignoring robbe like this, my heart cant take this much angst :((

Sander please talk to Robbe and don't ignore him like this :(

Part 2

Robbe stops his cart in the middle of the empty aisle, getting his phone from his pocket, unlocking to change to the next Bowie song. He checks the list he made earlier to see what he needs to get after his favorite cookies.

His mom is gone for the weekend, she even asked him to go with her to visit his grandparents and the city she grew up in, her friends but Robbe was enjoying being alone for the past four days and so he wanted to enjoy the weekend by himself.

He had completely forgotten about his phone when she handed it back to him before leaving.

“I’m horrible with numbers, but I think it’s been more than a day,” she said softly and Robbe smiled at her, holding ir carefully, adjusting to the size and weight of his phone, scared to turn it on.

He left it charging while we went to eat something with Jens around the corner from his house and while he was taking a shower and making the list of the things he would need for the weekend. Knowing his phone existed and was being charged gave him anxiety, worried of what he would find, so he had to look before leaving the house.

No new messages from Sander, but he posted another photo. Robbe clicked on the notification and he recognized it right away. The night before he met Sander, Moyo had spilled beer on Robbe’s jacket and they had no way of washing and drying his jacket quick enough, so Robbe left his jacket outside that night, using the old fridge as a hanger.

Sander took a picture apparently, and never showed it to Robbe. He liked the photo and moved on to watching Sander’s stories as he ran downstairs. He saw the big city running past Sander while he was sitting on the train, listening to Fleetwood Mac, one of Robbe’s favorite bands, just a few hours earlier.

He saw his boyfriend’s eye and the train seat behind him, his hair pecking out of his hoodie on the selfie he posted two hours ago. And the last one was Adi filming Sander sitting right next to him, not as excited or easy to make smile like the other day.

“Someone’s grumpy today. Missing home, the big baby. Acting like he didn’t have the time of his life with us-” Robbe closed instagram and got on his bike to go buy what he needed.

After checking the list one more time, Robbe checks the time and day.

It felt such a long time until this day, until Sander’s arrival and now it feels like he’s not ready to see him again, nervous if Sander will contact him or not, if they’ll keep their distance for longer while living just a few minutes away from each other.

As the screen is slowly fading back to black, Robbe gets a notification, and another one and another one. He sees Sander’s name for half a second and it’s more than enough for his heart to start beating fast while he presses the button on the side, unlocking his phone and opening their conversation.

to Robbe: I’m home

I miss you

Can we meet?

Robbe puts the ketchup inside his cart and stops again, finally texting Sander back, not starting a conversation for once.

to Sander: Yeah

I’ll be home in twenty minutes or something.

He doesn’t check for what he needs anymore, going straight to the cashier to pay for everything he managed to buy in the time he had before the messages.

Robbe cannot believe the two weeks long separation is finally over. The cold, minimal answers he got from Sander made him feel unwanted, like he was bothering his boyfriend, asking for attention when he shouldn’t, and Robbe took care of himself in the past few days. Hearing from Sander that he wants to meet is always the best feeling.

From the time he got the message to him unlocking his house it takes exactly twenty minutes, he checks on his phone to see if he has any spare minutes to take a shower and clean up.

As soon as he unlocks the door, the intercom rings in the kitchen. Robbe rushes to let Sander in, putting his bag on the counter as he goes back to the door empty handed, holding the door to give himself something to hold on to.

The elevator is completely quiet, but then Robbe hears quick steps behind the emergency door. They stop for a long moment and Robbe frowns, wondering if he just opened the door to someone else, but then Sander pushes the heavy door open and there he’s, standing across the narrow hallway, surprised to see Robbe there, with the door open.

“Hey…” Robbe tries, hoping his smile seems more genuine than what it feels. He’s just worried about how things are between them after two weeks apart, the longer they’ve chosen to stay away from each other, ever.

“Hi…” Sander pushes his bag up on his shoulder. He’s still wearing the clothes from early on the train ride, with his big backpack over his shoulder and a messy hair that Robbe is sure was caused by a little nap against the train window.

“Did you come straight here?”

Sander nods his head, finally coming closer, still careful with every tiny step he takes, but Robbe watches him, letting Sander stand right in front of him, so close Robbe has to hold himself not to kiss or hug Sander without his permission.

But then Sander leans closer, almost brushing their lips against each other and Robbe opens his mouth and closes his eyes instantly, waiting in anticipation for a kiss that never happens, so he sighs, desperate now, one hand cradling Sander’s face and the other arm around his neck, standing on his tiptoes so he can put his hand at the top of Sander’s head, gently holding his hair, feeling how he shakes when he opens his mouth, licking inside his boyfriend’s mouth to see his reaction.

Sander finally kisses him desperately, one arm around his waist, his fingertips pressing hard against the small of Robbe’s back and the other hand holding the back of Robbe’s shirt tightly, keeping them pressed against each other while Sander walks them inside, closing the door behind him.

Robbe has to stop the kiss way too early, out of breath, still so relieved they’re good he can’t really focus on anything else.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole.” Sander says first, pressing his forehead against Robbe’s, kissing his whole face. They’re holding each other so tightly Robbe can feel how fast Sander’s heart is beating, almost as fast as his own. He nods his head, hiding his face against Sander’s neck, smiling from ear to ear.

“I’m sorry for what I said and for not giving you the space you asked me to.”

Sander sighs, dropping his bag on the floor to give them some more room to hold on to each other.

“Please, never give me space. I don’t need it. This was the stupidest idea ever.” Robbe can’t help the relief it is to hear those words coming out of Sander’s mouth, but he looks up anyway to make sure Sander isn’t just saying that to please him, “We have more than enough time away from each other with our different schedules. Being apart for days is a bad idea. I thought I was actually going insane.”

Robbe smiles, really looking at his boyfriend now, like anything really changed in him in two weeks.

“I love you, Robbe.”

He whines quietly, kissing the corner of Sander’s lips, “I love you so much,” Robbe bites the inside of his mouth, trying to find the right words to say, “But whenever you need space, please tell me, okay? And I’ll step back.”

Sander sighs loudly, rolling his eyes, looking at Robbe with that look that makes all his insides warm and soft like butter.

“You’re my best friend, you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I like being around you. I liked you since the first second I saw you, even before we were together. I wouldn’t trade my time with you with anything else. Even if we spend the rest of our lives together, it won’t be enough time with you.”

Robbe closes his eyes, putting his forehead against Sander’s to stop himself from crying. He hugs him tightly again and Sander holds him by his thighs, carrying him inside, kissing his face, whispering sweet nothings to his ear.

Sander puts him down when they get to his bedroom and Sander starts taking his clothes off to go take a shower. Robbe keeps thinking about Sander and Adi, two weeks together without Robbe in between them, how much he must have annoyed Sander, making him hear all of Adi’s opinions about Robbe.

“And Adi?” He has to ask and Sander doesn’t flinch, continuing to take his pants off.

“What about him?”

“He’s your best friend. And he hates me.”

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe

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tymn-blog1 · 4 years

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In July of 1971 President Richard Nixon declared a war on drugs and the people that also took them, American citizens doing stuff in their home. "Public enemy number one" he said

He said a lot of stuff. The year before I saw him shoot some kids that went to school in Kent, Ohio. Dang, I also lived in Ohio and went to school. Vietnam was unofficially declared a gdmn shitshow and was being broadcast into my house. The My Lai massacre and photos made a huge impression on me. I saw a monk burn himself to death, which I thought was kinda badass. The Weather Underground was doing revolution and blowing shit up.

It seemed unclear to me who exactly the enemy was? Jim Morrison died that month too, at least that fckr was gone.

I was only eight years old in 1971 and didn't have an opinion about drugs or how to use them. I continued my education at the government school. Four years later I chose sides while listening to Fleetwood Mac and "burning one". I wasn't super impressed with the kids weak Mexican schwag but I was proud of myself for making a descion. I was 12 and now a criminal under Federal, State and local laws, because of plant smoking. If caught I could lose everything. I was never caught. At some point inferences were made but nothing could be proven. I grew pot in the backyard. My parents had divorced and nobody was ever home. This is a prime indicator of kids fckng up. I was actually well chuffed the old boy had moved on, he was kind of a dick. I continued my subversive criminal activity and started including underage drinking, vandalism, hitchhiking, and making minor explosives in my routine. I was also a Cubscout. I could sit still for hours and enjoyed reading. It made the education easy and unenjoyable. I spent the weekends in the woods drinking beers which you couldn't get unless you were old enough. In 1980 I decided to take LSD. I kept on reading books, just not school books. I came close to graduating but instead aged out. I turned 18 and didn't go to school anymore. I grew punk hair and moved to an abandoned ghost town, Cleveland, Ohio. Everybody was gone, and all this nothing was now ours. We bought cheap cars that we didn't insure and drove around drunk, really fkn drunk. We fucked around in empty old buildings and broke shit.

Coke was a thing, so I did coke. I didn't buy coke but lots of kids did. I mainly bought pot and beer, sometimes psylocybin.

My new illiterate neighbor sold me Angel Dust aka PCP. That was some weird stuff. Him and his idiot brother showed me their guns and talked about being shot at while guzzling whiskey.

The brothers, their two large wives, some awful kids and a flea bitten dog lived behind me in what today is quaintly know as a Tiny House, It was tiny for sure, hot and filthy too. I lived in the house up front for $65 a month. I came home one day to find my roommate staggering, dazed and bleeding in the street. He had neglected to give the landlord the rent, So the landlord kicked his ass and took his stereo. I decided to move onto somebodys couch for a while, then down into somebodys basement. After a couple months of couch surfing me and singer were able to onvincesome guy to rent us our own Tiny Dump on the near East side, $150 a month. We got another roommate to keep expenses to a minimum. Bob was older and could illegally buy us liquor and usually had pot. It got cold doing anarchy and punk without any bourgeois utilities. We drank cheap scotch because Bukowski would have and we argued about who was right. We all chipped in and bought some electricity so we could listen to our records and play the guitars. The Landlord lived in front and didn't care if we practiced our punk schtick during the day. He was a 3rd generation Polish/Catholic dude and had five kids. We countered by getting dogs. We came home at 3 a.m. and played our records and tried to drink more alcohol .We accidentally burned down the vacant house nextdoor. It was a blighted eyesore and needed gentrification. Mr.Johnski was kinda pissed. We had to move again. This was all before fancy record keeping machines could put your mugshot right on gdmn Google. We were White and had cash You could rent an entire busted up shit hole for less then $200. We had somewhere to practice, get drunk, grow weed and fight each other. The filthy basements served as a festoring incubator. The kids would exchange ideas and punch each other. People moved in and out with regularity and little else. Touring bands would come stay overnight. We would show them the bar and how there was nothing to do. Paying rent was only an inconvenience not and tightening noose.

If you wanted to you could just not pay rent and go live somewhere else, besides fuck that guy. The place was a dump anyway. Sometimes we sold plasma to keep the records spinning and amps lit up. I broke Bob's clock. On purpose. We spent most days loitering and trying to smoke weed. At night if there wasn't some shitty band playing somewhere we went to the bar. There really wasn't a drinking age at this place though it may have been 15. We did crimes in the parking lot buying, selling and smoking Cannabis. Coke wasn't my thing but some dudes really liked it and spent all night shoveling their beaks. At 2:30 a.m. everybody went somewhere else, preferably somewhere with coke. At 5:30 the bars would reopen and you could buy more beer and eat a pickled egg. At some point Ronald Reagan became president and upped the ante' on the war many people had forgotten they were fighting. His wife Nancy wanted me to just say no, I decided to just try heroin. I had accepted that I was a criminal, the government said so.

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Rose; what makes you feel beautiful?:

A really good lipstick.

Angel; what is your dream aesthetic?:

Hmm, honestly I wish I had some tattoos (or that I could decide on what to get) and some more leather jackets. Refined metal fashion, I guess? I do love a good blazer, also.

Pearl; what is your favorite: scent, flavor, sound, texture?:

Scent; fire, books, those apple cinnamon candles people get around the holidays. Flavor; vanilla. Sound; a well-played acoustic guitar, that metal screech thing from TWS theme song. Texture; cozy sweater, soft dog ears (is that weird? I don’t think that’s weird).

Wine; talk about something you are looking forward to:

I’m - to no one’s surprise - ridiculously looking forward the TLOU pt. 2. The first game changed my life and my concept of constructing a story and building characters, and was inspiring to me in how its creators were so devoted to those concepts.

Honey;what do you do to relax?:

I don’t know if I ever really feel relaxed anymore but, it’s more of a numb distraction sort of thing. I go on YouTube binges or Netflix binges. I rework background histories to stories I’ll probably never put into writing (but it sure is fun to make extensive family trees). To truly relax, I play guitar. If I’m really angry or having a bad depressive episode, I find that throwing myself back into playing music and trying to learn new things puts my mind at ease.

Silk;describe your most recent dream:

I had one after this, but I can’t recall it. But a couple nights ago I dreamed that I was at some sort of comic con-ish event. This dude was hassling me and being really inappropriate. Some girl from my grade school (who shows up at my work sometimes and who I didn’t get along with very well in grade school) showed up and saved me. Then we met up with the rest of my grade school class to take an alumnae photo and I woke up.

Satin;what never fails to make you happy?:

Videos of my favorite band being the fools they are.

Gloss;list ten songs you love right now:

Wish You Were Here - Avenged Sevenfold (cover), Retrovertigo - Avenged Sevenfold (cover), Higher - Avenged Sevenfold, Monsoons - Puscifer, Noche Acosador - John 5, Gopher Guts - Aesop Rock, March of Time - Helloween, Beautiful Crime - Tamer, Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac, Million Reasons - Lady Gaga

Opal;talk about your interests and passions:

With writing, I usually need to get out of my house to do it - at least for original works. I’m usually pretty cliche and go to my local coffee shop. I’ve never really written without music present, except for pretending to take notes in class when I was really writing; the music is either a good “cinematic” compliment to the scene I’m writing/editing or it’s instrumental. I’ve always loved reading because it could take me into a different world and I guess I needed that when I was younger, but then I realized very early on that I could create my own worlds and it was like the best discovery for me. When I was in 3rd grade, we had a rotation for this story writing project and I desperately wanted to be first (I think I even wrote it on like, our first day of class “wishes” for the school year and ofc my teacher let me be first). By 5th grade I’d written and finished my first fantasy “project”. I sort of wish I had that level of dedicated focus and creativity now - or motivation.

Kiss; what do you want from life right now?:

A break would be nice. I’m not entirely sure, tbh. Profession-wise I’m successful, I guess, but it’s not the profession I ever saw myself in, but yet I’m here. Mostly, I want to enjoy life, do more things that I like and make myself find time for them - and overcome the anxieties/mental health hurdles that stop me from doing them to start with.

Sunlight;list five things you find to be beautiful:

I’m sure I have five, but the first and only thing coming to mind right now are abandoned buildings. I just think there’s something very peaceful and reassuring about seeing nature take back what belongs to it, seeing things we think of as disposable or removable like plants being strong enough to tear down the things we create. It really puts permanence into perspective.

#YOU WOULD ASK ME SO MANY!!!#watermelonbabytea

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Hot on the heels of a stellar 2019, including supporting Feeder and Fun Lovin Criminals, and John Corabi along with a video of them playing a cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “Go Your Own way” going viral, DEA MATRONA kick off 2020 in the best way possible as they headline a sold out show as part of the Out To Lunch Festival in The Black Box in Belfast on 3rd January 2020

Dea Matrona are a three piece female band with a combined age that doesn’t even come close to the age of any of the individual members of the bands that have influenced them. Mollie, Orlaith, and Mamie are 20, 19 and 16 respectively, and they deliver a stage presence and sound well beyond those years.

As the time for them to take the stage approaches it was very clear to see that the Black Box was packed out. Ticket sales were 140 plus and the seats were filled with people of all ages and backgrounds as they tucked into their Irish Stew (there was also a vegetarian stew option). Its is the Out To Lunch Festival, after all.

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Dea Matrona took their places dressed in a very colourful 70’s style and wasted no time kicking off the show with Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid” before going on to deliver one of their own songs “Heart”, an infectiously catchy tune that had the feel of a 70’s pop rock band, immediately giving it a comfortably familiar feel about it. On into a superb rendition of The Knack’s “My Sharona”. Next was another original “Baby Don’t Leave”, which had such a Carpenters vibe about it you would have through they were doing another cover, it was that perfectly delivered with a tight sound and fantastic harmonies. Having played in The Cavern a number of times already, it was not unexpected for the band to give those in attendance a wonderfully rendition of The Beatles “I Feel Fine”.

On they went with more covers mixed in with their own original songs, giving everyone a reference point of familiarity to be bale to properly see how bursting with raw talent these ladies are. The Undertone’s “Teenage Kicks”, Led Zepplin’s “Whole Lotta Love”, Chuck Berry’s “Johnny B Goode”, Aerosmith’s “Walk This Way”, Cher’s “Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves”, Led Zeplin’s Black Dog”, Fleetwood Mac’s “Rhiannon”, The Everly Brother’s “All I Have To Do is Dream”, Fleetwood Mac’s “Go Your Own way”. Each one just kept showing off what Dea Matrona can do and how much potential to reach for the stars they have. Of particular note were the songs “Black Dog” and “Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves”, as they really tested what Mollie and Orlaith could do with their voices, both individually and collectively as they belted out the vocals. And as they sang their hearts out with these songs you would have felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise, as your gut whispered to you that you are in the presence of incredible talent.

Their own songs “Heart”, “Baby Don’t Leave”, “Siren Song”, “Nobody’s Child”, “Take My Shot”, and “Just Wanna Rock” really allowed them to show off what they can really do. The strength of visual, musical and vocal presence on stage was without doubt clear for all to see. They were relaxed, smiling and lightly joking with the crowd. They could really work the place in a very professional way. Mollie and Orlaith swapped round bass and lead guitar from song to song keeping everyone intrigued with the absolute musicianship on display, whilst Mamie controlled the drums in a way someone more than twice her age would be jealous off as she kept time and could be seen getting into each and every song.

Dea Matrona are definitely not by the numbers musicians, they are multi-talented, professional and very down to earth delivering a musically confident sound with a beautiful flare. They deliver a vibe and sound that may clearly have influences from the 60s through to the 80’s, but is finely polished with a modern touch that just sounds divine. With the sound, styles, and lyrics of their own songs it is actually very difficult to pigeon hole Dea Matrona and for those lucky enough to have seen them at The Black Box it was plain to all that they are ploughing their own furrow. Expect to see great things happen for them during 2020 and it will not be too long before they leave these shores in a determined way to make a mark on the world stage.

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Dea Matrona are well worth seeing live and if you get the opportunity you really need to see this band before they start hitting stadiums. The next opportunities for them so far are in the Skylite Room, Warrenpoint on 25th January, The Anchor Bar, New Castle on 22nd February and are lined up for the Mid Ulster music festival live on The Hill (previously Bappers Gig) on 31st July.

GIG REVIEW: @DeaMatronaBand play a sold out show in The Black Box, Belfast Hot on the heels of a stellar 2019, including supporting Feeder and Fun Lovin Criminals, and John Corabi along with a video of them playing a cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “Go Your Own way” going viral, …

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extremely specific memories from my childhood

watching the land before time in my aunt's boyfriend's bedroom on a VCR that was so old the reverse mechanism had sound and it freaked us out

sitting on my aunt's living room floor and watching the grinch in our pyjamas

setting off driveway fireworks (burning schoolhouse) and skipping around the sparks

cloudy days that felt all too electric

standing outside our car in the mall parking lot and stretching our legs from the long trip before the bypass was finished

walking into sears and that smell of perfumes and clothes and feeling excited to try on new clothes

feathery scarves that the lunch recess playground supervisor used to knit/crochet for kids who did without scarves due to poverty. i still have mine 🥰

sitting at my old windows NT 4.0 computer and having the keyboard sit on top of my desk drawer pretending it had its own caddy

my mother blasting the black eyed peas as she pulled up to our house because she liked the "new style of music" they made and got us both the CD for christmas

my dad coming home from walmart with three karaoke cd's and a karaoke machine because he wanted to make me happy as i loved to sing, and when it didn't have the a/v cables he showed me how to use it to record onto a cd or tape anyways

getting our first digital camera and a carrying case, new memory card, and more (still have it)

finding and saving blinkies to a big file folder on my family computer's windows ME desktop to turn into html cursors to give out on my neopage

my brother and i competing to dance to the theme to popular mechanics for kids

my dad using that same computer for SETI and sitting up at night with his leg bouncing as we listened for aliens

my mum teaching me how to back a car into our driveway at age 3 while standing on her lap and i actually did it without her hands on the wheel (just her on the pedals)

being able to stay up and watch the simpsons and COPS on the couch and sometimes falling asleep there because COPS was back-to-back

putting the TV on after breakfast to watch YTV on channel 25

my baby brother locking us out after going to get groceries, so i had to crawl through the window

purple and orange painted pet shop, getting my first goldfish, its bag slid across the soapy checkout counter and the bagger guy caught it in time and saved him

laying on the tarmac of the tiny water play park and watching the sky as water rolled under us

when we got a new slide and i saved a girl from a beehive under it that was about to give her an allergic reaction

the 70s yellow flower blanket that was given to us to get us better because it always helped heal anyone using it

running a stick across the fence and breaking off dead vines with my fingers to use as magic wands

flipping through floppy discs to try in one of the computers and checking to see what was compatible for everyone else

the lunch bell sound and the announcement of a hot lunch day, to be collected in the gym

my brother watching bob the builder and me trying to get him ready for school

taking my first shower and being so proud of myself for getting all the tangles out on my own

shovelling snow with my little mini shovel as my mum hung up xmas decorations outside

my backyard pool with the palm tree that showered water on me and the slide with the plastic streamer curtain on it

visiting my cousins and sitting on their front steps eating popsicles

celebrating my 3rd birthday in a motel room, waking up to it and being very surprised but delighted to see the birthday banner out

sleeping through thanksgiving due to being very sick and waking up at 10pm to eat alphagetti and go back to sleep

sitting on the bathroom counter to get my hair towelled off

my great aunt and uncle's townhouse with the windowed basement, so fancy and clean, full of love and life and good food like homemade oven-baked three cheese tortellini

the PNE roller coaster where i nearly fell out because our cart's seatbelt bar wasn't right so my mum held onto me the entire time

riding my bike down the grade hill between my house and the next, balancing and watching my dad work on the lincoln continental he was servicing and totally fully restoring

painting my nails glittery colours and my brother asking to have his done at the kitchen table

my brother's parties always being halloween-themed due to proximity and having to giggle when the lady at the register asked why we were buying so many black streamers

a rickety compact ladybug coaster, walking along on a cloudy day, eating cotton candy and searching out rides to try next

walking my dog in the rain as we all were under a huge umbrella, taking about ladybugs and puddles and noah's ark

opening presents early at my grandma's house as she sat and watched and approved of it all

coming in from the rain all frizzy-haired and happy to a hot bowl of lipton chicken noodle soup and a change of clothes

being so little in the bouncy door hanger chair and watching my mother clean up the house for lunch

laying on the floor in front of the tv with a pillow and blankie

riding a pony around just because my dad saw a sign about pony rides and taking a picture with the stablehand because they knew each other

watching the ferry pass tiny islands and wondering if people lived there

shopping for groceries at zeller's and looking at hair dryers with my mum and getting my first hair straightener

getting to ride the train at the zoo and see all of the monkeys and giraffes up close

my dad's ford galaxie 500 being towed for a blown-up engine and him using a key to take the nameplate off of it to put on his keyring forever

my cousin using his clear plastic phone to talk to my mum to let me stay over for the night as he watched home movies on a betamax player

the same cousin duct taping old shoes to a skateboard without wheels and bouncing on the trampoline with it

walking into walmart and over the black rubbery grates and seeing the photo centre to my left and asking if we could get our pictures taken

magazines my grandmother got me at the drug store that showcased styles i wanted so, so badly

the first free downloads from paysites for the sims 2 and feeling the thrill of sticking it to the man

riding in my uncle's new big truck and feeling the roar of it under my feet

getting a lava lamp and setting it up and watching the lava bubbles melt and release for the first time ever

getting our XBOX and playing halo day and night on the huge wooden floor model basement TV

laying in bed watching family channel (ch 51!) on a TV my mother salvaged from her job, volume on 2 or 3, so as to do it in secret

the swirls of thick, grey cigarette smoke in the garage when you walked in and turned the light on, smelling of sweet virginia tobacco and gasoline

watching my dad put up and turn on the outdoor christmas lights from my bed and thinking how magical it was that we got snow this year!

the golden sunsets and playing with the hose in our front yard as my dad played AC/DC on his truck radio

bouncy balls full of glitter and the rubbery taste of them when you tried to bite into them to see if they'd break

playing vinyl records on the big console my mother had, and dancing to fleetwood mac for what seemed like hours

discovery kids having the best tv shows known to man

getting to meet new people at pow-wows my friend and i went to, dancing and singing and getting my hair braided while eating good food

#childhood #when i was a kid #childhood memories

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What’s On in Stockholm: April 2019

Do you feel that spring in your step? This season in Stockholm is blossoming. April begins with art, and ends with Walpurgis. In between, there are concerts, a comedy show, a few sporting events, and so much more. We are excited to embrace the energy and inspiration of all that this month has to offer!

Here’s what’s on the calendar in Stockholm:

Monday 1st – Thursday 4th April

Anita Hedin at Galleri Hantverket

Anita Hedin’s textile show, which opened in March, closes Thursday 4th April; if you haven’t already seen it, now is your chance! The artist members of the gallery work at the gallery themselves, so they have a chance to interact with individuals interested in their work. Galleri Hantverket exhibits work from their own artists as well as from artists around the world.

Thursday 4th – Sunday 7th April

SUPERMARKET: Stockholm Independent Art Fair at Sickla Front

SUPERMARKET is a four day international artist-run art fair, with talks and performances. There is an internationally distributed SUPERMARKET art magazine available for purchase as well. Admission is 120 SEK, or 150 for admission plus the art magazine. You can also purchase a weekend pass for 200 SEK, which provides you with admission for four days and the art magazine.

Friday 5th April

Escapist at the Royal Opera

Catch opening night of the ballet “Escapist,” choreographed by Alexander Ekman, one of the most talked about choreographers in the world today. We all escape reality at times; Ekman captures that departure. Performances will continue through the month of April. Tickets range from 55 to 750 SEK.

Saturday 6th – Sunday 7th April

Hornstulls Market Premiere

Hornstulls Market is finally back! This market is open weekends throughout the summer. You’ll find all sorts of things here, including vintage clothes, design, art, antiques, literature and food trucks. If you want to have a table and sell your own stuff, that’s an option as well!

Saturday 6th April

Sweden vs. Germany at Friends Arena

Watch the women’s national team play football (soccer) against Germany! The match comes just two months before the start of the World Cup, and this is the first time in four years the women’s national team has played in Stockholm. Tickets range from 50 SEK to 150 SEK.

The Choir of St. John’s College at Stockholm Cathedral

Andrew Netsingha conducts this choir from Cambridge, England. The choir was founded in 1670, and sings daily in the chapel of St. John’s College. Their repertoire is broad, with music ranging over 500 years. Tickets vary between 80 and 250 SEK.

Sunday 7th April

The Leopard at Bio & Bistro Capitol

Enjoy the 1963 film “Leopard,” with food served to you during the intermission. The film is based on Giuseppe Tomasi de Lampedusa’s novel of the same name. “Leopard” takes place during the 1860’s upheaval in Sicily, telling the story of the Prince of Salina as he tries to preserve his family. There are English subtitles. Tickets are 450 SEK.

Tuesday 9th April

International Gin and Tonic Day at Wenner-Gren Center

If you’re a gin enthusiast, head to WGC24 for gin and tonics with a fantastic view of Stockholm!

Wednesday 10th April

Becoming: An Intimate Conversation with Michelle Obama at Ericsson Globe

Yes, you read that correctly: Michelle Obama! We are so excited to have this incredible woman in Stockholm. She is on tour with her book, Becoming, which is available in print, and as an audiobook read by Michelle Obama herself. Tickets to the talk start at 300 SEK.

A R I Z O N A at Slaktkyrkan

We are sure it has “Crossed your Mind” as to whether A R I Z O N A was going to make it to Stockholm anytime soon. Well, they’re no longer “Oceans Away” in the United States, but here in Sweden! Tickets to see this trio start at 240 SEK.

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Friday 12th April

“When you close your eyes, I hover” Opening at Fotografiska

Jessica Silversaga’s exhibit “When you close your eyes, I hover” opens on Friday 12th April and is open until Monday 3rd June. Silversaga spent ten years photographing female models in nature, wearing timeless clothes that she has sewn herself. The nature reflects onto the photographed women, as Silversaga tries to capture feelings and experiences that cannot be put into words. Day tickets to Fotografiska are 165 SEK, 135 SEK for students and seniors.

Friday 12th – Sunday 14th April

Market Art Fair at Liljevalchs Konsthall

Over the course of the weekend, you will have the opportunity to view, process, and buy world-class art from the Nordic region. The fair also offers a program of talks and projects, and a VIP program for collectors and art professionals. Early bird tickets are 120 SEK, and VIP passes (which are limited) are 420 SEK.

Saturday 13th April

Sharon Hayes Exhibit Opening at Moderna Museet

Sharon Hayes investigates the intersection of history, politics, and speech through multi-media installation art. Hayes is currently one of the most socially and politically influential artists in the United States. This will be her first exhibition in Stockholm, and it is free.

Wednesday 17th April

JUNG at Debaser Strand

Brothers Tom and Henrik Ljungkvist have both worked with music their whole lives, but this is the first time that the two are teaming up. They have been influenced by artists such as Fleetwood Mac and Matt Corby. Tickets are 245 SEK.

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Thursday 18th April

Rufus Wainwright at Stockholm Concert Hall

Rufus Wainwright is an American-Canadian musician, who at age 14, was named Canada’s best young musician. He has worked with artists such as Elton John, Mark Ronson, and Joni Mitchell. He is now on tour to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of the release of his self-titled album. Tickets range from 450 to 550 SEK.

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Saturday 20th April

RuPaul’s Drag Race: Werq The World at Cirkus Arena & Restaurant

RuPaul’s Drag Race World Tour returns to Stockholm! This year, a team of intergalactic queens, led by Michelle Visage, goes on a journey to save the universe. Tickets start at 545 SEK.

Sunday 21st April

Story Party: True Dating Stories at Scandic Malmen

Professional storytellers will entertain you with true dating stories, complete with ghosting, cat-fishing, and heartbreak. The show is in English and is open to all, whether staunchly single, casually dating, or in a relationship. Early bird tickets are 280 SEK.

Wednesday 24th – Sunday 28th April

MeYouI at Hangaren, Subtopia

Two dancers depict the internal conflicts that can occur when working as an individual in collaboration with someone else. Choreography is by Edin Jusuframic, and the talented dancers are Daniel Koivunen and Marco Wihlborg. Tickets are 200 SEK. https://ift.tt/2U7HNWm

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Wednesday 24th April

Rita Ora at Berns

Rita Ora is on tour with her second album, Phoenix. This British star has collaborated with artists like Cardi B and Charli XCX. Tickets are 435 SEK.

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Saturday 27th – Sunday 28th April

Photo Marathon at Stadsmuseet

In collaboration with Stockholm Stadsmuseet, Fotografiska, and Slussenprojektet, there will be a photo marathon to celebrate the coming of spring. You will have 24 hours to capture one photograph from eight different themes. Entrance fee is 100 SEK.

Saturday 27th April

Tough Viking

Tough Viking is the largest and most challenging obstacle course in the Nordic region. Participants can compete individually or in teams. To participate, entrance is 795 or 895 SEK, depending upon when you sign up. You can also be a supportive spectator if the race isn’t for you!

Saturday 27th April

Swedish Floorball Championship Finals at Ericsson Globe

Are you a floorball, or innebandy, fan? This event has both the women’s and the men’s finals, all in one day. Tickets are between 90 and 540 SEK.

Stockholm Culture Night

On this Saturday evening, many venues around the city open their doors for free. You can find events related to dance, art, fashion, literature, and more. This is a great opportunity to experience the city, go to an exhibit that intrigues you, or try something new!

Tuesday 30th April

Walpurgis Night at Skansen

Walpurgis, or Valborg, is a Swedish tradition in which those in the countryside would celebrate the beginning of spring by letting their livestock graze at night. In order to ward off predators, the farmers would have bonfires. The tradition of welcoming spring with a bonfire continues today, and you can join the largest Walpurgis celebration at Skansen! Adult admission is 140 SEK.

Ongoing in April

Miriam Bryant at Strandvägen 1

During the month of April, Miriam Bryant, star of Gothenburg, will perform 20 times at Strandvägen 1. She will have different guests throughout the month, and you will have the chance to hear some of her new music in an intimate and relaxed setting.

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Wildlife Photographer of the Year at Swedish Museum of Natural History

This is the first time that the exhibition Wildlife Photographer of the Year has been shown at the museum. Each year, the title Wildlife Photographer of the Year is awarded by The Natural History Museum in London. This exhibition has 100 of the best photographs, as chosen by the jury. Some of the photos create a sense of joy and wonder, others an overwhelming feeling of sadness; all are stunningly beautiful. This exhibit is free, and well worth a visit!

Finn Juhl: The Furniture Designer at The National Museum

Finn Juhl was one of the most influential Scandinavian furniture designers in the 1940s through 1960s. Furnishings from Juhl’s house are currently on loan to the museum while his home is under renovation, so you can see the style he used in his own home. Regular entrance is 150 SEK, and 120 SEK for seniors and students.

>Plundering – The Beginning of a Genocide, at Forum for Living History

During the Holocaust, Nazis looted art, books, and antiques. Cultural items as notable as Rembrandt pieces to more personal cultural pieces, like letters, were taken, depriving people of their history and culture. This exhibit is based on Anders Rydell’s books, “The Plunderers – How Nazis Stole Europe’s Art Treasures” and “The Book Thieves: The Hunt for the Lost Libraries.” Entrance is free.

A Painter’s Path at Waldemarsudde

Björn Wessman’s paintings of landscapes and vegetation are filled with wondrous color. The exhibit spans the 80s to the present, with a focus on more recent pieces. Regular admission is 150 SEK, and 130 SEK for students and seniors.

Archipelago Tour

Whether you are visiting Stockholm or live here, learning the history of the area you are in is important. It gives you cultural insights and helps you navigate your space – whether that be a permanent space or a temporary one. On this boat tour, a guide (Swedish and English speaking available) will tell you anecdotes while pointing out historical, cultural, and natural sights in the Stockholm Archipelago. Choose either the tour for 305 SEK, or the tour with lunch for 390 SEK.

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The backup playlist

There I am, sitting in the backseat of Will’s car. I had never met Will before, and I was just catching a ride with him. A coordinated carpool with one other girl, Lauren. They’re good people, Will and Lauren, but definitely not the types who I would immediately gravitate towards. Will is a 3rd year, Lauren a freshman, both snowboarders. From as far as I could tell, the most we had in common was our love of snow.

It didn’t take long for our getting-to-know you conversations to die out. I pulled somewhat of a dick move when I fell asleep within the first 30 minutes on the road. (To explain, I call this a “dick move” because when you’re driving and tired and exhausted by your own shit, and everyone else in the car falls asleep, all you can think about them is, “Dicks.”) So, by the time I woke up, Lauren and Will were done talking, and the only sound we had going was Will’s music.

I feel somewhat pretentious for saying this, but perhaps I should feel worse for thinking it: Will’s music was so incredibly normal. Some Chance, J. Cole, and other people who I’ve certainly heard before but couldn’t tell you their names. It was the sort of playlist where, if you had to guess what you’d listen to if you were a 21 year old living in LA, you could probably get at least 80% of the songs right.

Will’s music taste seemed to confirm a view I’d already started to develop about him, and which, quite honestly, I’ve developed about a lot of people these days. He was just like everyone else, and everyone else was just like him. Will was with the grain. Hell, Will was the grain.

It’s the kind of normalcy that’s so easy to identify in others, and so difficult to identify in ourselves. I mean, of course you end up doing the same things as a lot of other people. That’s what it means for something to be popular. But, no one really wants to settle for same, do they? We want to be special, we want to be unique. We want to feel as though out of this entire faceless mass, we’re the one person who’s got eyes, a nose, a mouth. We want to be featured.

Anyways, there I am, judging Will for his sameness, judging Lauren for her holy-shit-how-many-people-can-you-text-ness, feeling all high and mighty in the backseat. Well, maybe high and mighty isn’t the right way to put it (it’s hard to feel either high or mighty, without the privileges and authorities of a front seat). At the very least, I was thinking to myself, Thank god that I’m not like them.

Flash forward to hour 4 in the drive. Lauren’s still on her phone, I’m being a stuck up bitch in the backseat, when I notice that Will is getting a little restless with his music selections. Skip. Skip. Ah, let’s listen to this one for a bit-

Skip.

Finally, the norm-y playlist was getting to him. Then, without even being aware of it at the time, Will’s playlist had starkly changed. He played songs like “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas, “Chains” by Fleetwood Mac, some stuff by Van Halen that I can’t even remember the name of. Short story: Will’s music was good. As I kept listening, my view of Will started to shift. He was no longer this regular guy, doing regular things, listening to regular music. He was a person. Maybe not particularly exceptional or unique or exciting person. But a person, just like Lauren, just like me, just like anybody else.

It occurred to me that maybe, the best way to learn about a person isn’t to know what they’re doing, or even what they’ve done. Will’s current playlist was probably as representative of him as a playlist he made three years ago. I think our most telling signs are the things we choose to return to, the “backup” playlists. Will might be a J. Cole at the moment, but he’s a Van Halen where it counts. And, to be a Van Halen is a lot better than most things, I think.

It’s around 5:30 pm when the light starts running out. The sunset, strangely enough, came in patches. No smooth transition, just a bunch of chunks here and there trying (unsuccessfully) to hold against the blue darkness surrounding them. What resulted was this incredible sunset, where the pink-glow met the blue, battling it out for one last time in a diagonal line across the Sierra Nevada. In one of my less poetic moments, the only descriptor I could squeak out was, “Sky’s dope.”

Will shook off his driving haze, and Lauren looked up from her phone. They too were feeling unpoetic.

“It is dope.”

So, there were the three of us, no longer exchanging words, but at this point just sharing a moment. In almost perfect unison, we all whipped out identical iPhones and began snapping identical photos that would only do the sky injustice.

Maybe normal isn’t so bad. Perhaps normal is just the language, trying to communicate something private that we wouldn’t be able to otherwise. So what if we’re all a little J. Cole? As long as we’re a bit Van Halen, too.

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In July of 1971 President Richard Nixon declared a war on drugs and the people that took them, American citizens doing stuff in their home. "Public enemy number one" he said

He said a lot of stuff. The year before I saw him shoot some kids that went to school in Kent, Ohio. Damn, I lived in Ohio and went to school. Vietnam was unofficially declared a gdmn shitshow and was being broadcast into my house. The My Lai massacre photos made a huge impression on me. I saw a monk burn himself to death, which I thought was kinda cool. The Weather Underground was doing revolution and blowing shit up. Jim Morrison also died that month. At least that fvkr was gone. It was unclear to me who exactly the enemy was?

In 1971 I was eight and didn't have an opinion about drugs or how to use them. I continued my education at the government school. Four years later I chose sides while listening to Fleetwood Mac and "burning one". I wasn't super impressed with the kids weak Mexican schwag but I was proud of myself for making a descion. I was 12 now and a criminal under Federal, State and local laws, because of plant smoking. If I was caught I could lose everything. I was never caught. At some point inferences were made but nothing could be proven. I grew pot in the backyard. My parents had divorced and nobody was ever home. This is a prime indicator of kids fckng up. I was actually well chuffed the old boy had moved on, he was kind of a dick. I continued my subversive criminal activity which now included, underage drinking, vandalism, hitchhiking, and making small explosives. I was also a Cubscout. I could sit still for hours and enjoyed reading. It made my standardized education easy and unenjoyable. It seemed weird getting good grades without learning anything. I spent weekends in the woods drinking beers which you couldn't get unless you were old enough. In 1980 I decided to take LSD. I kept on reading books, just not school books. I came close to graduating but instead aged out. I turned 18 and didn't go to school anymore. I grew punk hair and moved to an abandoned ghost town, Cleveland, Ohio. Everybody had left, and all this nothing was now ours. We bought cheap cars that we didn't insure and drove around drunk, really fkn drunk. We fucked around in empty old buildings and broke shit.

Coke was a thing, so I did coke. I didn't buy coke but lots of kids did. I mainly bought pot and beer, sometimes psylocybin.

My new illiterate neighbor sold me Angel Dust aka PCP. That was some weird stuff. Him and his idiot brother showed me their guns and talked about being shot at while guzzling whiskey.

The brothers, their two large wives, some awful kids and a flea bitten dog lived behind me in what today is quaintly know as a Tiny House, It was tiny for sure, hot and filthy too. I lived in the house up front for $65 a month. I came home one day to find my roommate staggering, dazed and bleeding in the street. He had neglected to give the landlord the rent, So the landlord kicked his ass and took his stereo. I decided to move onto somebodys couch for a while, then down into somebodys basement. After a couple months of couch surfing me and and my dude were able to convince some guy to rent us our own Tiny Dump on the near East side, $150 a month. We got another roommate to keep expenses to a minimum. Bob was older and could illegally buy us liquor and usually had pot. It got cold doing anarchy and punk without any bourgeois utilities. We drank cheap scotch because Bukowski would have and we argued about who was right. We all chipped in and bought some electricity so we could listen to our records and play the guitars. The Landlord lived in front and didn't care if we practiced our punk schtick during the day. He was a 3rd generation Polish/Catholic dude and had five kids. We countered by getting dogs. We came home at 3 a.m. and played our records and tried to drink more alcohol. We accidentally burned down the vacant house nextdoor. It was a blighted eyesore and needed gentrification. Mr.Johnski was kinda pissed. We had to move again. This was all before fancy record keeping machines could put your mugshot right on gdmn Google. We were White and had cash You could rent an entire busted up shit hole for less then $200. We had somewhere to practice, get drunk, grow weed and fight each other. The filthy basements served as festoring incubators. The kids would exchange ideas and punch each other. People moved in and out with regularity and little else. Touring bands would come stay overnight. We would show them the bar and how there was nothing to do. Paying rent was only an inconvenience and not a tightening noose.

If you wanted to you could just not pay rent and go live somewhere else, besides, fuck that guy. The place was a dump anyway. Sometimes we sold plasma to keep the records spinning and amps lit up. I broke Bob's clock. On purpose. We spent most days loitering and trying to smoke weed. At night if there wasn't some shitty band playing somewhere we went to the bar. There really wasn't a drinking age at this place though it may have been 15. We did crimes in the parking lot buying, selling and smoking Cannabis. Coke wasn't my thing but some dudes really liked it and spent all night shoveling their beaks and trying to get girls to suck them off. At 2:30 a.m. everybody went somewhere else, preferably somewhere with coke. At 5:30 the bars would reopen and you could buy more beer and eat a pickled egg. At some point Ronald Reagan became president and upped the ante' on the war many people had forgotten they were fighting. His wife Nancy wanted me to just say no, I decided to just try heroin. I had accepted that I was a criminal because the government said so.

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