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music-catalogue · 2 years

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Heartstopper: A Mixtape

I first saw the 'Heartstopper' trailer in April of this year. At the time, I was not too impressed and thought it looked like another garbage teen Netflix show (which honestly, I'd probably still love anyway). I didn't think much of the show's existence again until a group of friends insisted that I absolutely had to watch it. And so, due to the sheer pressures of my peers (and of course the fact that I was now interested in watching the show, after hearing such rave reviews), I decided to give Heartstopper a shot.

Boy, was I impressed. It was such an amazing and accurate portrayal of young queer love. My heart was so full. It was just so beautiful. It moved me so much and had such a profound impact on me for weeks. I was suddenly obsessed with consuming all things Heartstopper. For example, after finding out it was actually based on a comic series, I bought and binge-read all of the Heartstopper books and subsequently also decided to buy Alice Oseman's "Solitare" series.

One of my favourite things about the show was its soundtrack. It included a few songs and artists that I at least knew of, but also introduced me to some really great music that I'd never heard before. The show's musical aesthetic was so on point and fit the Heartstopper world perfectly. Wholesome. Romantic. Cute. Youthful. Hopeful. Upbeat. Optimistic.

I enjoyed the soundtrack so much so that I not only listened to the official Heartstopper playlists created by Spotify, but also Alice Oseman's own Heartstopper playlists on Spotify. The vibe and aesthetic of the soundtrack became the music that I consumed for the weeks following my first time watching the show, so I thought I would share some of my favourite tracks from the show and also some tracks from my own catalogue that I thought fit the musical aesthetic and vibe captured in the soundtrack.

HEARTSTOPPER: MIXTAPE

Want Me - Baby Queen

Let's Love - Sia

I Belong In Your Arms - Chairlift

Don't Delete The Kisses - Wolf Alice

What's It Gonna Be? - Shura

Shine - Years & Years

Girls - Girl In Red

Lucky Strike - Troye Sivan

Clearest Blue - CHVRCHES

The Louvre - Lorde

Super Natural - Danny L Harle, Carly Rae Jepsen

Live Forever - Nasty Cherry

Dancing On My Own - Robyn

All Of You - Betty Who

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac

Just Like We Never Said Goodbye - SOPHIE

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

Run Away With Me - Carly Rae Jepsen

Friday's No Fun Anymore - Kitten

The Edge Of Glory - Years & Years

Wild - Troye Sivan, Alessia Cara

Colours Of You - Baby Queen

End Of The Night - Emma Blackery

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illitten · 3 years

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My friend described my voice as sounding like 70s indie rock 😭😭 that's the ✨prettiest✨ way someone has described me before

#I'm going to think about this 24/7 until i die #goodbye world i will be binging fleetwood mac #jk talks about herself again

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alexcabotgf · 3 years

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tag 9 people to learn more about their interests

TAGGED BY: @punishebe (thank u sm angel 🤍 🤍 🤍)

MUSIC

fave genre? rock of all kinds (classic/pop/indie/alt/punk etc)

fave artist? bands: fleetwood mac, the gits, counting crows, the 1975; solo artists: stevie nicks, joan jett, phoebe bridgers, halsey, lana del rey

fave song? you missed my heart by phoebe bridgers

song currently stuck in your head? male fantasy by billie eilish but also that our god is an awesome god gospel for whatever reason

5 fave lyrics? i have so many faves so these are gonna be the first ones i can think of off the top of my head

it hurts me to be angry / kills me to be kind — bob (cousin o) by the gits

you couldn’t have / stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody / who loves you more — moon song by phoebe bridgers

and she wonders is this real / or does she just want to be queen — the highwayman by stevie nicks

rulers make bad lovers / you better put your kingdom up for sale — gold dust woman by fleetwood mac

so you pull down the shades and you shut off the lights / because somehow we mixed up 'goodbye’ and ‘goodnight’ — possibility days by counting crows

BOOKS

fav book genre? mystery/thrillers but boy have they been disappointing me lately

fav writer? not to sound uneducated but i don’t think i have one. i haven’t read enough books from one singular author to consider them my favorite, the closest one would be gillian flynn since i’ve read and liked all of her books but idk

fav book? once again i don’t think i have an all time favorite standalone book, but the two favorites of 2020 for me were sleepers by lorenzo carcaterra and white oleander by janet fitch

fav book series? the millennium trilogy by stieg larsson

comfort book? probably something i used to read as a kid like the sisterhood of the traveling pants series

perfect book to read on a rainy day? either a hard hitting contemporary or a thriller

fave characters? i don’t have many favorite book characters but an all time fave would be miss lisbeth from millennium trilogy

5 quotes from your fave books that you know by heart? here are some that have stuck with me (even tho i haven’t read some of the books they’re from,,,,anyway)

for you, a thousand times over — the kite runner by khaled hosseini (leech rally haven’t even read this book but i think about this quote at least once a week)

for the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. they may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change // what woman here is so enamoured of her own oppression that she cannot see her heel print upon another woman’s face? — the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house by audre lorde

always learn poems by heart. they have to become the marrow in your bones. like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay — white oleander by janet fitch

i’ll take care of you / it’s rotten work / not to me. not if it’s you — anne carson’s an oresteia ofc! a classic!! that i haven’t yet read lmao

a painful truth, and yet we must endure // he’ll have my hatred anywhere he goes — oedipus at colonus and oedipus rex respectively, transl. by david mulroy

TV AND MOVIES

fave tv/movie genre? drama, horror, thriller

fave movie? a few years ago i would’ve said girl interrupted but i’m not sure if it'd hold up at this point so i’ll have to go with my all time favorite franchise which is scream <3

comfort movie? anything that i have fond memories of watching (e.g american honey, empire records) or anything i used to watch as a kid (e.g lotr)

fave tv show? prison break. those bald men running around just make me feel a certain type of way

most rewatched tv show? probably house md but desperate housewives is a close second

5 fave characters?

gale weathers — scream

michael scofield — prison break

lisbeth salander — millennium trilogy i know i’ve already used her for fave book character but noomi rapace’s portrayal is chef’s kiss

tauriel — the hobbit

and of course i have to include my wife, the loml alex cabot — svu

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging (i usually binge older shows but prefer when only 1 episode is released per week) | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once

TAGGING: @joanna-lannister @xavierdalon @retrodame @henry-cavill @hannahhunti @moonlight @sonosions @anyataylorjoy @simmonsjemma @anistonjen + everyone else who’s interested in doing this!

#tag games #punishebe #ro tysm for tagging me this was FUNNN #the only reason it took me this long to complete is because of book quotes #listen i might not be able to tell you what my five favorite book quotes are but i can easily tell you fifty fic quotes that made me want t #i have a separate folder for that with like 200 screenshots godbless #*made me want to lie down

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langdxn · 4 years

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i have always been a storm | jim mason x reader

SUMMARY: Jim Mason’s idyllic PV life is falling apart. Can anybody save him before it’s too late?

WARNINGS: Drug use, death and all the angst you can expect from a troubled Jim.

WORDS: 2.2k -- sorry!

A/N: I know, right? It’s been a month and the first thing that brings me back is the most depressing Jim content I could muster... I was stuck in a Fleetwood Mac binge and Storms just fit Jim so well, I couldn’t resist.

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The PV waves gently lapped at Jim’s toes, but their sensation had long since numbed.

His hard, impenetrable stare into the grey horizon could not notice the flocks of birds fleeing the coast, the waves beneath them gathering momentum as a storm brewed. His clenched jaw fiercely gritting his teeth together, a dull ache roaring in his gums which he simply could not process.

“I don’t want you seeing her anymore,” Sandy wailed at the top of her voice, emphatic arms flailing about her as she stormed around the house, expertly swooping between cardboard boxes and dismantled furniture littering the corridors. “We’re leaving next week, there’s no point keeping a girlfriend here.”

“But mom—“ he defended himself weakly, halting her reckless motion as she turned to face him.

“No buts, Jim Mason,” she spat, reaching to run her fingers through his golden locks and gazing into his eyes, raw with pain, brimming with tears, igniting with fury. “We’ll have to change that name too, have a think and we’ll decide on something else.”

His mother disappeared around the next corner in a blur of fuzzy cotton and brunette locks, leaving Jim to the terrifying kaleidoscope of his own emotions.

The crashing shore fell on deaf ears. So too did the approach of a dull roar of music, carrying on the gathering gusts that swirled across the beach. So too did the swoosh of sifting sand underfoot as someone neared his side.

“Thought I’d find you here,” you called out cheerfully as you arrived at his spot, slumping to the sand and taking a seat beside your boyfriend. “What’s up, babe?”

Your cacophony of syllables and musical notes nuzzled gently into his stupor, but not enough to encourage a response. His steely glance refused to falter.

Every night that goes between

Resting your speaker in your jacket pocket, your music penetrated his bubble and averted his vision down to the sand.

“Jim? What’s happened?”

I feel a little less

He sniffled softly, wiping long since dried tears with the sleeve of his wetsuit.

“I have to leave,” he muttered under his breath, a flimsy conviction behind his words suggesting he wished they weren’t rolling from his tongue in the first place. You slapped your thighs crossed beneath you to prepare to stand.

As you slowly go away from me

“Sure, I’ll walk you home—“

“You don’t understand,” Jim snapped, a curt hand waving in the tense air between you. “Mom’s moving us away.”

This is only another test

“Really?” Your calm tone unnerved Jim almost as much as his own predicament. “Well I’m sure however far you go, I can always come and see you—“

“Montana,” he scoffed through rage-curled lips. “She’s moving us to Montana.”

Every day you do not come

“Oh.”

No shaky delivery, no sinking shoulders as you realised the gravity of the situation, you remained peaceful as you meandered around your thought process.

“How long?”

Your softness fades away

“Next week,” Jim huffed before another wave of tears burst its banks, searing down his weary cheeks.

Your gaze joined his on the horizon ahead of you, the greying ocean reaching out to touch the darkening sky as they mimicked each other, cloaking themselves in the raging storm that beckoned beyond.

Did I ever really care that much?

“Do you want to go?”

Jim’s tumbling curls shook frantically in reply.

Is there anything left to say?

“Then let’s run away together instead,” you suggested without a glance in your boyfriend’s direction, fearing the moment you broke your stare with the sea, your own tears would swell too.

“Wh... where?”

Every hour of fear I spend

“We could go to DC,” you chuckled, shrugging softly at your knowingly absurd suggestion. “We could become politicians.”

My body tries to cry

Jim’s hand idly rinsed through the sand beneath his knees — his grip on every last grain symbolic of his control of his own destiny, his own path, his own future. Slipping through his fingers with every tumbling grain.

Living through each empty night

“I hear Minnesota’s nice this time of year?”

A soft, dismissive snort responded.

A deadly call inside

“Then let’s move up to the desert, live underground in a nuclear bunker and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist. How about that?”

Jim blinked hard, as if your proposition registered a familiar sensation in his mind. Hiding out seemed a preferable alternative.

I haven't felt this way I feel

You reached out an arm to link with his, scooting across the sand to lean into Jim as you continued your shared gaze beyond.

Since many a year ago

“I’ll always be happy wherever we go as long as I’m with you, Jim Mason—“

“Don’t call me that,” Jim snapped, a shiver pulsing through his body as his mother’s words resonated with him. “My name’s not Mason, not anymore.”

But in those years and the lifetimes past

“Good start,” you smiled warmly, politely assuming his sparky reaction was a stage of his distancing from his current life and into a new one together. “What should I call you now? Just Jim? Jungle Jim? The artist formerly known as Jim Mason?”

For the first time since you spotted him on the beach, Jim smiled. The curl of his lips cinched his bronzed cheeks so beautifully that even out of the corner of your eye, his smirk lit up the stormy sky.

I did not deal with the road

“I’ll... I’ll think of something,” Jim sighed, finally wrapping his fingers over yours draped over his elbow. His rough fingertips were cold, abandoned by the rush of blood to his face through his trauma.

Dipping your head to plant a soft kiss to his knuckles, you inhaled deeply against his skin. Jim always smelled like the ocean, a swathe of sharp seaweed scent bloomed in your senses as the curt tang of seasalt stung at your lips, the sensation you treasured so highly as a surfer’s girlfriend.

And I did not deal with you I know

“Wanna hit?”

You looked up to find Jim now gazing at you, his blue eyes enrobed with strained red veins. In his free hand, he held a small baggy, white powder collecting in the corners like a barnacle, a fungus, a cancer.

Though the love has always been

“Jim... what the fuck—“

“Don’t, please... please don’t lecture me like my mom,” he quickly interrupted your building objection. “I just really need this.”

The despair in his eyes as he looked to you for support spoke the truth in his words. Jim needed a fix, a release from his anguish, and he knew no better alternative.

So I search to find an answer there

“I’m not... I’m not trying to lecture you,” you retorted sharply, yanking your arm from his clutch. “If you touch that stuff again, you’ll die.”

“That’s what you all think,” he pouted, tearing the baggy open in one fell swoop, gazing longingly at its contents as if they held all the answers to happiness and life itself. “I just need this release right now.”

So I can truly win

Craning back in disbelief, you scowled at your boyfriend; the same fear lacing your pupils as the day you visited him in hospital after his last ‘release.’ You jolted to your feet, stepping away from his side.

Every hour of fear I spend

“Did you fucking hear me? You touch that shit again and you could die right here on this beach, Jim Mason—“

“I told you not to call me that,” Jim spat, fury curling his lips as he stumbled weakly to his feet.

My body tries to cry

“Is that all you can think about right now, your goddamn name? I’m not having my boyfriend wash up on this shore like a plastic bag and end up inside a body bag, you hear me?”

“You don’t know what’s going on in my mind, up here,” Jim tapped demonstrably at his forehead, vicious raised veins coursing across his temples as the white baggy slapped his furrowed brows. “It’s a storm in here. It’s always a fucking storm.”

Living through each empty night

“Then let me help you,” you half-shouted, stepping forward tentatively with arms outstretched toward him. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“I’m always alone,” Jim wailed, cradling his head in both hands and his eyes clenched shut in a vain attempt to hold back tears. “Even Medina’s got that dick now — Adam or whatever the fuck his name is.”

A deadly call inside

“I’ve lost everything that ever mattered to me,” Jim continued. “My family, my home, even my girlfriend hates me.”

“What?!” You almost shrieked, frowning so hard a muscle tinged in your forehead. “When did I say I hate you?”

So I try to say goodbye my friend

“You won’t even let me touch a tiny bit of coke, just to help me get through all this,” Jim barked. His seething tone reminded you of his mother, every word a loaded sentiment to test your reaction.

“I’m trying to help you get through this, Jim. Please.”

I’d like to leave you with something more

Jim’s volume crept louder and louder with every expletive, causing you to glance around you in case someone was watching you. The outline of someone sunbathing in the distance behind you was all you found.

As your gaze returned, Jim had already emptied the contents of the baggy onto the back of his hand, running trembling fingers through the soft powder to create haphazard lines on the tracks between his muscles.

“Jim, no!” You screamed, grabbing his hand and vigorously shaking it in yours, ignoring his wailing protests and flailing arms as he watched the powder float on the breeze. “I can’t let you, I can’t let you do—“

Your thoughts halted mid-sentence as realisation hit you.

But never ever been a blue calm sea

“Someone’s sunbathing?” You questioned aloud, eyes darting up to the charcoal clouds above you, blinking harshly through the light droplets of rain splattering on your face. “There’s no sun…”

Gripping Jim’s shaking hand, you spun on your heels and looked back at the outline you saw across the shore. A person laid out on the beach, too far away to tell which way they were facing.

“What the fuck are you—“

“Jim, we have to go.”

You tugged on his hand and pulled him alongside you as you ran toward the shape, breaths laboured with every panicking stride.

I have always been a storm

The closer you came to the outline, you realised the mound of brown hair signalled the person was facing down into the sand. Breaking into a sprint, you let go of Jim’s hand as he ran beside you.

Always been a storm

“Help, please, somebody help!” Your screams echoed across the bay, calling out to the surfer vans and lifeguard hut on the cliffs.

Oh, always been a storm

Tumbling to your knees at their side, you pressed your palms to the man’s back to shake him.

“Sir—sir, are you okay?” Your trembling tone pierced across the bay as Jim arrived at your side. “He’s not breathing, we need to turn him over.”

I have always been a storm

Kneeling next to you, Jim fixed on the man’s hair. Tousled mousy brown curls just like his own, sun bleached just like his own, battered by relentless salt water just like this own.

We were frail

He fell back in despair, crawling away on his hands as tears poured down his cheeks.

“Jim, please help me—“

She said "every night he will break your heart"

Tugging frantically at his wet shirt, you grunted as you heaved the man onto his back and brushed the hair from his face. Speckled with sand, his jaw drooped and his eyes lay fixed open, pupils blown wide. Spotting his sallow, wrinkled cheeks and a congealed white powder at his nostrils, your breath hitched in your throat.

I should've known from the first

“Is... is he dead?” Jim stammered as he stepped forward to look over your shoulder.

Your eyes dropped to the sand beneath you, straining to your feet to step back as an official-looking woman raced across the beach to attend to the scene.

I’d be the broken-hearted

“He’s dead?!” Jim wailed, rinsing his face in his hands. You turned to cradle him into the crook of your neck, his heartfelt sobs soaking into your shoulder as the woman plucked a radio from her pocket and called out for assistance.

“That could have…. he could have been me.”

“It’s okay, Jim, I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry,” he cried helplessly, hooking trembling arms around your waist. “I’ll never touch it again, I promise, never again.”

But I loved you from the start

“I know,” you soothed, running your hands over the rain-dripped neoprene expanse of his wetsuit. “Let’s get you home.”

“Wh...” he trailed off as he calmed his hysterics, tumbling onto you for support. “Where’s home?”

Not all the prayers in the world could save us

You smoothed his now-drooping curls with a reassuring hand, blinking aside your own streaming tears.

“Home is wherever you are, Jim.”

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shedtheworld · 6 years

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2017 MEDIA CONSUMPTION

music released in 2017 that i enjoyed (LPs):

cloakroom - time well

SZA - CTRL

japanese breakfast - soft sounds from another planet

mount eerie - a crow looked at me

bing & ruth - no home of the mind

neil young - hitchhiker

jay som - everybody works

mogwai - every country’s sun

other music i enjoyed (LPs):

gram parsons - grievous angel

the handsome family - wilderness

songs: ohia - the magnolia electric co.

mike cooper - trout steel

meat loaf - bat out of hell pts. 1 & 2

fleetwood mac - rumours

fleetwood mac - s/t

randy newman - trouble in paradise

lullaby for the working class - blanket warm

kanye west - the college dropout

the innocence mission - we walked in song

william tyler - modern country

john prine - s/t

john prine - sweet revenge

films i watched and enjoyed this year:

the king of comedy. dir. martin scorsese.

mulholland drive. dir. david lynch.

jim and andy: the great beyond -- featuring a very special, contractually obligated mention of tony clifton. dir. chris smith.

lo and behold, reveries of the connected world. dir. werner herzog.

repo man. dir. alex cox.

the unknown known. dir. errol morris.

moonlight. dir. barry jenkins.

get me roger stone. dir. daniel bank, daniel dimauro, morgan pehme.

weiner. dir. josh kriegman and elyse steinberg.

books:

the master and margarita - mikhail bulgakov

zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance - robert pirsig

griftopia - matt taibbi

steppenwolf - hermann hesse

the journey to the east - herman hesse

goodbye, columbus - philip roth

what’s the matter with kansas? - thomas frank

bee thousand - mark wordsworth

the best and the brightest - david halberstam

war is a force that gives us meaning - chris hedges

hopscotch - julio cortázar

point omega - don delillo

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musicmoney · 5 years

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This music is both autobiographical and metaphorical #musicmoney meets music veteran Temporary Hero to hear about his incredible new album QUENCH

Over the course of his ten year career, TEMPORARY HERO has continued to craft a diverse soundscape without typical genre-restrictive boundaries. The blending of genres, the beats of contemporary pop and electronic music, and the prowess of an artist reaching for new levels in every creative endeavor, Temporary Hero is an artist's artist. Starting out making underground club records like Ballet remixed by legendary Andre Lodemann, the artist pushed his craft into contemporary dance music territory after forging his way into the top 20 Billboard club chart with WILDJOY featuring Jason Walker.

From there he visited a cross-genre platform focusing on current and futuristic pop music with first full LP"Sunset People" featuring the MTV hit “Circus.” The pop and dance circuit is just the tip of the iceberg for this artist, however. He has covered Sinatra and Bing, Chet Baker and then covered 1/2 of Fleetwood Mac’s polarizing TUSK album to critical acclaim.

The journey continued with a solid string of albums “you’re about to have your hands full” which he described as his “Ray of Light” featuring the number one hit I’m So Insane to the album Goodbye Warhol which explored a more rock/pop sound. Following those albums the artist released a steady stream of new albums (check out the single I’m Diggin’ You (Too) for a breath of singer songwriter fresh air). In 2017 the artist experienced a life changing tragedy and relocated to St. Croix USVI and turned that pain and change into his most directly personal album INDIGO. The rebirth trajectory culminated with last year’s WHAT YOU WANTED expanding on those themes started in INDIGO but dressed in a new organic-electronic sound, his most diverse and exquisite album to date. Until now. Where are you from? Originally from Rhode Island, USA, now spend half my time in New England USA and St. Croix US Virgin Islands

Describe your sound: The sound of Temporary Hero has evolved from being a dance-oriented act (with some hints of Moby or Morel) to a singer/songwriter/synthpop amalgam, traversing various sounds always experimenting, going from an acoustic mash-up of Outkast’s Hey Ya! + Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off to the heavy Depeche Mode inspired sounds of the latest single THIRSTY. The key is to be creative, have fun and just strive for expressing myself in sound and vision. Always!

Tell us about your latest track: The latest single THIRSTY is from the upcoming album QUENCH (22 February 2019). You see, I like to think in terms of ALBUMS regardless of the current streaming climate. It makes sense to me to adopt a theme or a sound and paint a batch of songs that seem to fit from start to finish, like the old days. If this collection contains 1 or 11 more standalone songs, then great. And that’s certainly what happened with this QUENCH Collection.

About the Album “QUENCH” As the proper follow-up album to the album What You Wanted which broadened and sharpened the artist’s lyrics and genre bending sounds, QUENCH takes a bold risk incorporating more contemporary synth based sounds yet sticks to traditional song writing structures. And this album really shines.

This music is both autobiographical and metaphorical. As the artist says, “QUENCH is the album I felt destined to make. It took all these years to get to the point of saying what I want - not hiding - and also not being ashamed of who I am, what makes me tick, what makes me angry or scared or what excites me. What quenches my thirst for life. The album deals with hopes, strength, craving affection, love, breakups. Champion was written for my son. Slippery deals with the death of my brother from substance abuse and realizing I need to grab life and go for whatever my heart desires. Do This Now! imagines a conversation between a black guy and a white guy, presumably friends, about trying to understand each other and the racism that is so prevalent in society. Fire In The Water was inspired and written in St. Croix USVI (a return to the sounds of INDIGO). Finally I included two covers, Suspicions by Eddie Rabbitt and No One Is To Blame by Howard Jones just because I love the tunes.”

QUENCH is the album I felt destined to make. It took all these years to get to the point of saying what I want - not hiding - and also not being ashamed of who I am, what makes me tick, what makes me angry or scared or what excites me. What quenches my thirst for life. The album deals with hopes, strength, craving affection, love, breakups. Champion was written for my son. Slippery deals with the death of my brother from substance abuse and realizing I need to grab life and go for whatever my heart desires. I included two covers, Suspicions by Eddie Rabbitt and No One Is To Blame by Howard Jones just because I love the tunes.

Who inspires you? The world inspires me. Sometimes it’s a word, many times it’s the socio-political climate in the USA. As far as other artists I would have to say artists like Charlie Puth, Shawn Mendes, and Bing Crosby. Bing Crosby you ask??? YES!!! I love Bing!!!

Where do you see your career in 5 years? Still making music. I am very very prolific. I actually have seven more albums ready to release and am currently working on the eighth. I have so much material to release, sometimes I think I am insane!

Where can we check out your sounds? See links above. The music is on all streaming services worldwide

. Tell us something about yourself that the people need to know. I am just a regular guy who loves art in all its forms. If I couldn’t express myself in music / photography / art I would explode. And I do all my own cover art, graphic design and photographs. It’s a DIY lifestyle.

Accolades Billboard USA Club Chart 2015, Top 20: WILDJOY feat. Jason Walker Number one on Kings of Spins with numerous tracks MTV The Freshman music video WINNER, 2015: “Circus” Critical acclaim for covers albums TUSK and CHET. Praise from the Chet Baker Foundation for album CHET. Executive Produced and provided music for short film “528” featuring the single “I Want To Fall In Luv With A Human” and scored by Grammy and Emmy nominated producer/musician Mac Quayle (“Drive”, “American Horror Story”)

Social Media Links https://instagram.com/iamtemporaryhero https://open.spotify.com/artist/1wZNrkx8MUEYVfpMfDJlYA https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/temporary-hero/597636517 https://facebook.com/iamtemporaryhero https://soundcloud.com/temporary-hero Contact [email protected], [email protected]

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