#hank garland

[odk-2]

Jimmy Lloyd - I Got a Rocket in My Pocket (1958) Vic McAlpin / Jimmie Logsdon (Jimmy Lloyd) from: "I Got a Rocket in My Pocket" / "You're Gone, Baby"

Rockabilly | 1st Wave Rock and Roll | Rock and Roll

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Personnel: * Jimmy Lloyd: Vocals Hank Garland: Guitar Grady Martin: Guitar Floyd Cramer: Piano Bob Moore: Bass Buddy Harman: Drums

Produced by Vic McAlpin

Recorded: @ The Bradley Studio in Nashville, Tennessee USA on September 29, 1957

Released: March of 1958

Roulette Records

* All the Session Musicians: Members of The Nashville A-Team ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Nashville_A-Team )

#I Got a Rocket in My Pocket #Jimmy Lloyd #Rockabilly #1st Wave Rock and Roll #1950s #Vic McAlpin #Nashville A-Team #Rock and Roll #flyo #Floyd Cramer #Grady Martin #Buddy Harman #Bob Moore #Hank Garland #Bradley Studio

[presleybutlervsp]

December 27, 2004

Nashville recording session guitarist Hank Garland died of a staph infection at age 74.(I Got Stung, Stuck On You, Marie’s The Name His Latest Flame, Little Sister, I Need Your Love Tonight, (Now And Then There’s) A Fool Such As I, A Big Hunk O’ Love and I Feel So Bad by Elvis Presley, plus hits for Patsy Cline, Brenda Lee, Mel Tillis, Marty Robbins, the Everly Brothers, Roy Orbison and Conway Twitty)

#elvisaaronpresley #elvispresley #elvis #graceland #elvis history #elvishistory #tcb #elvis fans #elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #elvis music #elvis concert #elvis the king #50s elvis #conway twitty #patsy cline #hank garland #brenda lee #mel tillis #marty robbins #the everly brothers #roy orbison

[favemusiclessons]

Jingle Bell Rock Guitar Lesson - Bobby Helms

There is some great guitar work on this song by Hank Garland. The intro lick alone is instantly recognizable.

I will take you through all of the chord progressions in the order that each appears on the original recording. I will also cover a lot of the licks that Hank Garland throws in there along the way.

#guitar #lead #rhythm #holidays #hank garland #guitarlessons365songs #Youtube

[oskarlevant]

Patsy Cline - "Walking After Midnight"

An amazing clip from the Arthur Godfrey TV show in 1957. Patsy is backed by legendary producer Owen Bradley on piano, as well as session aces Grady Martin and Hank "Sugarfoot" Garland on guitar.

#Country music #Patsy Cline #Grady Martin #Hank Garland #Youtube

[music-crush]

Hank Garland

Happy birthday, Walter Louis "Hank" Garland!

#Hank Garland #Guitar #Happy Birthday #Music Crush

[tsnbrainrot]

The Shop Around the Corner (1940) // In the Good Old Summertime (1949) // You've Got Mail (1998) // She Loves Me (2016)

+ Parfumerie by Miklos Laszlo trans. E.P Dowdall (1937)

#the shop around the corner #in the good old summertime #you've got mail #she loves me #@ hollywood never stop remaking parfumerie. its magic every time. #not you in the good old summertime -.- #films #web weaving #parfumerie #theatre #margaret sullavan #james stewart #judy garland #van johnson #meg ryan #tom hanks #laura benanti #zachary levi

[deluxebug]

Maybe I need to just wake up earlier, regardless of whether or not I work later that day. And just try and do shit in the morning, no matter what day it is. I always try to save the more Active Tasks for the weekend but it's uh, not really panning out. I want to do lots of shit all the time, but.... my well of power is.... shallow...

#i didnt get out of bed until 3 pm. i was not conscious until 2 pm. i havent done jack shit today except brew coffee and play video game. #garland had to come headbutt me to get me out of bed. hank had to come sit at my side and stare at me. they were both working together

[jazzdailyblog]

Remembering Doug Watkins: A Bassist's Legacy in Jazz

Introduction: Doug Watkins, born ninety years ago today on March 2, 1934, in Detroit, Michigan, was a highly acclaimed American jazz double bassist who left an indelible mark on the world of jazz music during his brief but impactful career. Watkins’ musical journey began in his hometown of Detroit, where he honed his craft and established himself as a versatile and talented musician. His…

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#Art Blakey #Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers #Barry Harris Trio #Donald Byrd #Doug Watkins #Hank Mobley #Horace Silver #Jackie McLean #James Moody #Jazz Bassists #Jazz History #Jazz Messengers #Kenny Dorham #Lee Morgan #Phil Woods #Red Garland #Saxophone Colossus #Sonny Rollins

[krispyweiss]

Tommy Emmanuel’s “Accomplice Live!” - Great Music for a Great Cause

- Concert film airs during PBS fundraising campaigns

Listening to Tommy Emmanuel is always a good idea. Going to see him is an even better one.

And for those who can’t make it to the concert hall, there’s “Accomplice Live!,” captured Aug. 1, 2022, in Nashville for PBS stations nationwide and now showing during fundraising campaigns; check local listings.

As the name suggests, this film - like Emmanuel’s series of Accomplice EPs and LPs - features more than just the man considered by many to be the world’s-greatest acoustic guitarist.

Fellow guitarist Yasmin Williams and mandolinist Sierra Hull reprise their Accomplice Two recordings with the instrumentals “Mombasa” and “Precious Time,” respectively. Rodney Crowell joins Emmanuel for a duet on Hank Williams’ “Honky Tonk Blues.” And Emmylou Harris leads Emmanuel, fiddler Eamon McLoughlin and guitarist Pat Bergerson through the Beatles’ “For No One” and Les Paul and Mary Ford’s “How High the Moon.”

All the guests are splendid, adding their own special hues to Emmanuel’s technicolor sound, which includes every guitar trick known to man and a few known only by this Chet Atkins-designated certified guitar player.

But Emmanuel shines brightest on his own, whether he’s sitting to play a harmonics-rich version of “Over the Rainbow” or if he’s standing to deliver his fab instrumental “Beatles Medley.”

And when he pulls out the brush and uses it and his hands to transform his axe into an implement of percussion, the drummers in the room will likely feel as emasculated as the guitarists.

6/12/23

#tommy emmanuel #accomplice live! #the beatles #emmylou harris #sierra hull #rodney crowell #yasmin williams #eamon mclaughlin #pat bergerson #les paul #mary ford #hank williams #chet atkins #pbs #judy garland

[arterrorist]

OJC „Tenor Conclave” for 5$ 🥰

Just check the lineup🤩

4 tenor aces engaged in incredible conversation and thankfully there is enough room for the stellar rhythm section to shine, too.

#vinyl #vinyl records #records #jazz #hard bop #john coltrane #hank mobley #zoot sims #al cohn #red garland #paul chambers #art Taylor

[paleepeaches]

Happy Valentines Day

(Connor Rk800 x Fem Reader)

Warnings: Idk NSFW so 18+

Word count: 2422

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and instead of making Connor dinner you let him fuck your brains out.

A/N: This took way longer than it should have. It's pretty mid.

Tags: If you're still interested @joelsfavoritegirl

You were a festive person. Always have and always will be. Valentine's was your favorite holiday not only because of the pink and red strewn across supermarkets and stores but because it was a day of love: a reason to celebrate you and Connor’s union. You were sentimental. Sensitive and a bit of a sappy girl when it came to things like that. Connor was fully aware of it. He made note of it when you first got together. How you pouted up at him. Your bottom lip jutting out slightly covered in your lipgloss. When things didn’t go your way your pretty doe eyes would water with tears and coat your spiky lashes. Seeing you so whiney and needy all the time was an adorable sight. Especially when it came to him. You’d pout every time he had to leave for the DPD every morning. Today was no different.

“Do you have to go?” You fluttered your lashes up at him. 

Connor turned his head to look at you while he did his tie. His hands skilfully mastered it. He felt his resolve waver seeing you so like that. You’d just gotten up. Hair was a bit messy, eyes a bit tired but what you wore got him. It was the babydoll nightdress. Baby pink in color and the cups on it hugged your tits so nicely. It was sheer and cut off at the top of your plush thighs. He had to resist throwing you on the bed and just fucking your brains out. Poor baby girl didn’t know what you were doing to him.

“I have to. Hank needs me for another case. Plus who’s gonna make enough money to take care of you?” He cooed down at you with his signature smirk. 

You huffed out a sigh nodding in understanding. “Okay but are you gonna be home on time to celebrate? To eat dinner and do….other activities?” You blushed at the hint you threw out. Connor had been balls deep inside of you, lapped viciously at your pussy, and had you whining and calling him daddy yet you were still so timid. He nodded his head trying to hide his amusement at your shyness. 

“Of course,” He smoothed out his jacket and reached a hand out to you. He cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek and relishing in its softness. “I’ll never keep you waiting. You know that.” He leaned down and placed a peck on your lips. He could taste that lingering lip balm on you. Cherry. You always had to have it cherry-flavored. He licked his lips tasting it and hummed. He reluctantly let you go as soon as he felt his cock begin to throb to life. Just kissing you was enough to send him into a feral mood.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He promised you and grabbed his car keys leaving you wanting and yearning for him.  

You filled your day with meaningful tasks despite the growing ache of Connor leaving you high and dry. You were dedicated to making this Valentine’s Day one he would remember. 

You had decorated your shared home in heart-shaped garlands and had a few scented candles going. If it was any other Valentine’s Day involving a human with functioning organs then you would have made a delicious meal and set wine out. However, this was Connor an RK800 model who didn’t need food or water to keep functioning. So you had to get creative which was why when he came home he was happy to see the festive decor, the soft glow of the candles around the living room, and the trail of petals leading to the bedroom.

You knew it was a bit cheesy of a tactic and overused but what other things could you have possibly used as a romantic trial? Connor had come home with flowers and of course, a gift for you held in the other hand. “Y/N…” He called out softly as he pushed open the bedroom door. If he had lungs they would have surely strained and stopped his breathing. He’d seen you in proactive wear before but this was the cherry on top. 

You sat knelt on the plush soft bed with each leg under you. You wore a babydoll lingerie top that cupped your breasts, making them sit so pretty on your chest. The top was thin, sheer, and baby pink bringing out the color of your skin. A pretty bow sat in the middle between the valley of your breast effectively accentuating your body. A thong was keeping your pretty puffy lips in place from falling out. Connor could see you went all out this year. He set the gifts for you on the dresser and walked meaningfully towards you.

“You like it?” You giggled softly a playful smirk on your pouty lips. Connor sat down next to you, the bed dipping in the process. “Of course I do sweetie.” He moved your hair aside with his hand and leaned in kissing you on the exposed skin of your neck. You inhaled sharply your eyes softening and body feeling like putty. 

Connor was programmed to analyze and interrogate deviants. So, naturally, he was able to figure out what aroused you and what didn’t. He knew of all the special spots on your lovely skin. His lips skilfully kissed your neck leaving hot wet kisses. You mewled delightfully for him making his cock harden.

He leaned into your ear whispering, “You sound so fucking pretty.” 

It caused a pink shade to cover your supple cheeks. He never ceased to make you blush even when he wasn’t trying to fuck you.

“Lay down, I wanna taste you.” He lightly pushed you down to lay on the bed. Your hair was sprawled across the sheets and your arms were at your side. Connor spread your legs and dragged you towards the edge of the bed. He kneeled before you, slipping your thong off. His fingers skillfully spread your puffy folds revealing your wet slick cunt. 

“I haven’t even touched you and you're already soaking.” He smiled cruelly at you. 

“Connor…” You whined out, hips bucking up to get him to taste you, finger you, anything. 

He laughed at your desperation, “Always so needy.” Connor didn’t want to give in to you just yet. He wanted to draw it out, have you begging for him to touch you. His plans quickly changed when he saw your pleading eyes and fluttering lashes. You looked so docile and cute that he couldn’t help but give in. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He spread your pussy folds further getting a good look at how drenched you were before giving you a long lick. He was hungry for you, tongue swirling around your clit and lapping at your puffy folds. 

“Fuck C-Connor-” Your moans were broken and rough as he continued his assault. Your eyes rolled back and your hands immediately tugged on his hair.

“You taste so good.” He muttered the vibrations of his voice over your clit caused you to throw your head back. 

He took your whines as fuel and dipped his tongue deep inside your hole. He groaned feeling it grip and clench, greedy for anything to fill it. He retracted his tongue humming and relishing in the sweet taste of your juices. 

“Shh baby you’re doing so good for me.” He cooed to you and before you could reply he plunged two long and slender fingers into you. You gasped for air, body squirming under him. He had to hold you in place to keep you from moving.

“Connor I-I think I’m gonna cum-” You choked out, voice cut off by his fingers slipping out with a loud squelch. He smirked down at you and you knew he’d refuse to give you an orgasm. At least not with his fingers.

“Connor, please.” You whined out for him desperately clawing at his trousers and tugging his belt. You wanted to see him, stop this torture, and have him fuck you raw.

He smiled down at you, tilting his head slightly to the side. “You’re so needy Y/N.” Connor slapped his hand down on your cunt making you yelp. It came out breathy and far from painful. His hand smacked you again, hitting deliciously against your throbbing clit.

Connor engrained your reaction into his hardware, studying, and learning. He yanked off your babydoll lingerie, pulling it over your head and leaving you in nothing but your bare skin. 

Connor was quick, fingers deftly opening each button of his shirt. His belt was next, his hands deftly moving to unbuckle it. He threw it on the floor, making it clang against the hardwood. He pushed down his trousers and underwear down and his face fell in relief. His cock sprang free, the head was swollen and leaking pre cum. 

At the sight of it, you felt your hole flutter and clench around nothing. You squirmed on the bed, withering in need. “Connor please, please, I’ve been a good. girl” You mewled out, batting your sweet lashes up at him.

There was something so thrilling and almost primal about you laying before him so vulnerable. The way you begged for his cock had him hardening even more. You never ceased to make his heart clench and cock jump from how sweet you were.“Shh, baby it's okay. I’ll give this pussy what it needs.” He cooed to you so softly.

Connor pumped his cock a few times, his pre cum seeping from the tip and spreading over his shaft. He pushed your legs up to your chest and lined his cock up to your hole. He could see your pretty pussy tighten up in anticipation. An amused exhale left his nose as he looked up into your eyes. They were foggy, glassy with lust and pure need. 

Connor pushed the head of his cock in and he groaned, hand coming down to the side of your head to brace himself. He gripped the bedsheets below you two and his face scrunched up in restraint. He knew first penetration was always hard for you. Your poor pussy couldn’t take so much cock so he had to take his time. He struggled to keep his composure and just thrust his full length into you. He knew if he did you'd cry out, sob, and claw at him. It was thrilling.

He sighed out and smoothed the skin on your hip with his palm. "Relax baby." With each second that passed he slipped in further and further in taking his time to stretch you out.

You were a mess below him, clawing at his shoulders and back. If he were human you would be sure he'd have red claw marks on his porcelain skin.

You panted like a bitch in heat, cunt clamping hard on him. “M-more, more Connor, I can take it.” You pouted up to him.

Connor chuckled at your bold statement. “You can take it huh?” 

“Y-yeah I can take it-”

Connor slammed his cock into you causing a yelp to escape your throat. The big stretch was painful as his tip bumped your cervix. Your body jolted upwards away from him but he just pulled his cock out and shoved it in again.

“Thought you could take it, princess. This is what you’ve been whining about?” Connor smiled down at you cruelly. He folded you in half, pushing your legs farther up to your chest. His cock slipped further in, making a lewd squelching sound.

“Y-yes!” You cried out in response.

“Then stop fucking complaining and take my cock like a good girl.” Connor leaned down and kissed you roughly, tongue slipping into your mouth. His hand gripped your chin as he pumped his cock into you.

His heavy balls slapped against the plump flesh of your ass. The noise echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and into your ear. Your juices leaked out of your cunt, coating his cock and dripping down his balls. He could feel it warm them and groaned into your mouth. He pulled back from the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. “That’s my good princess, fuck clench down just like that.” 

You blushed, your pussy clamping down on him just from the compliment. “Ahh! Mphm! Fuck…Connor!” You were loud letting high-pitched moans fall from your pouty lips. Your eyes rolled back and you bit down on your lip relishing in the sweet bliss of his cock.

“Don’t do that. I wanna hear you.” Connor smacked your face lightly and you released your bottom lip from your teeth. 

“C-Connor I’m not gonna- I can’t-” Your words were chopped up, as you struggled to speak. They came out in whiney babbles and Connor couldn’t help but become amused. He thought you looked so cute like that. Your face controted into pleasure, words not even forming sentences just sounds. He loved seeing you completely drunk on his cock. 

“Good girl, just like that.” He praised you. He pressed the pad of his thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing slow and tight circles around it. You cried out, clawing at his back. Your bambi eyes brimmed with tears. You blinked, lashes fluttering and coated in the wetness. Fat tears rolled down your pink cheeks as you came.

Connor noticed but didn't fret. You would cry often due to the pure delight of cumming. He leaned down, cooing to you and licking them up with his tongue. He could taste the bitter and salty flavor of your tears.

That simple act made your walls clench down on his throbbing cock. Your legs locked him in place, wrapped around his waist and not letting him retract further than he should. He pounded into your soaking wet heat. “Fuck!” He cursed as you milked his cock. One final thrust into your spongy sweet spot had Connor spilling ropes of cum deep into your pussy. He gave a few sloppy thrusts helping you both ride out your orgasms. Your cream and his cum oozed out as he pushed his cock deep in, making it overflow and spill. You poor pussy was a mess. All fucked out and painted white.

Connor panted for a few seconds but recovered quickly due to his android body. He placed sweet soft kisses on your red cheeks and your forehead. “You did so good for me baby.” His voice was soft and sweet as he spoke.

You smiled up at him, panting softly, “Happy Valentine's Day.” 

#connor rk800 #connor dbh #connor dbh x reader #connor dbh smut #dbh connor #connor rk800 x reader #connor x reader smut #connor x reader #connor smut #detroit rk800 #detroit become human rk800 #nines rk900 #dbh connor smut #rk800 x reader #rk800 #dbh rk800 #detroit become human

[odk-2]

Patsy Cline - There He Goes (1961) Durwood Haddock / Eddie Miller / W.S. Stevenson from: "Patsy Cline" (EP) "The Patsy Cline Collection" (1991 Box Set | CD2: "Moving Along")

Country | Honky-Tonk

Cover of Carl Smith's 1955 "There She Goes"

JukehostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: January 27, 1960 Session: Patsy Cline: Vocals The Nashville A Team: Jimmy Day: Pedal Steel Guitar Floyd Cramer: Piano Hank Garland: Electric Guitar Grady Martin: Electric Guitar Harold Bradley: 6-String Electric Bass Bob Moore: Acoustic Bass Buddy Harman: Drums

Recorded: @ The Bradley Film and Music Studios in Nashville, Tennessee USA on January 27, 1960

Released: on August 14, 1961

Decca Records

#Patsy Cline #Owen Bradley #Honky-Tonk #Grady Martin #Floyd Cramer #Jimmy Day #W.S. Stevenson #Eddie Miller #Durwood Haddock #1960's #Buddy Harman #Hank Garland #Nashville A Team #Country Music

[cowgurrrl]

Please Come Home for Christmas

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: The Christmas season with the Millers [1.4k]

Author’s note: I got a wave of Christmas nostalgia and said fuck it we ball

Warnings: age roll call (Sam: 8, Issac: 6, twins & Lucy : 4, JJ: 1, Sarah: 32, Ellie: 28) mentions of aging animals, pregnancy/babies, Joel not only being a DILF but a GFILF (grandfather I’d like to fuck), reminiscing, NOTE: While Christmas and Christmas themes are prevalent in this fic, readers religious views are not specified and very easily can be added in!!

The house is chaos. Lucia and Tommy are in the kitchen, loudly speaking Spanish to each other over Tejano Christmas music while the kids run around under their feet. Hank warns them about "gettin' in Abuela's way when she's cookin'" and escorts them to the backyard with a quick kiss to his wife's cheek. The tree is sparkling in the corner, cramping the otherwise large living room with the messy handmade ornaments of a well-lived childhood hanging from the branches. You could spot Joel's toothy kindergarten photo from across the room if you tried. Maria opens the back door, wine in one hand and a half-made Christmas garland in the other, to yell at the kids for roughhousing too hard and earning an apologetic wave from Hank. 

You sit on the couch with Maria and work on stringing popcorn and cranberries on a long piece of fishing wire. She sighs when she sits back down, and you struggle to remember what you were talking about when Daisy suddenly steals a piece of popcorn from the bowl and runs away. "Daisy Mae!" You scold, but when her big, droopy eyes meet yours, she knows you're not really mad. The years have flown by, and the sweet puppy who showed up at your door one day now has white on her face and struggles to keep up with the kids when they want to play. She can have as much popcorn as she wants as long as Joel doesn't know about it. 

"God, do babies always smell bad or just mine?" Ellie asks as she walks into the living room with a squirmy JJ. He turned one a few months ago, and now all he wants to do is run around with the big kids. You open your arms, and Ellie hands over said smelly baby without hesitation.

"They smell bad for a little bit, but then it gets better." You say in an obnoxious baby voice as you smile big at the baby. 

"I told you!" Dina announces as she taps Ellie's hip to get by her to throw away a dirty diaper. You can hear her asking Lucia and Tommy if they need help, which they vehemently deny before shoving her out of the kitchen. "They run that kitchen like the goddamn Navy." She says upon reentry, and you laugh.

"Trust me, I've been trying to infiltrate for years now, and they haven't let me."

"Guests don't cook!" Tommy calls from the kitchen, and you roll your eyes. The backdoor slides open again, and you expect one kid or another to be crying from a fall or a bending of the rules, but you find Sarah and Ethan coming back inside. Well, you see Sarah's belly before you really see her. She, like Ellie, is wearing a red sweater, and her curls are half-up in a green bow. She's glowing. 

"I'm ready to be done with this pregnancy. This is bullshit," She breathes as Ethan helps support her into Hank's big Lazy Boy. Her hands rest on her bump, and she looks at you. "I don't know how you did this so many times." 

"I've only been pregnant twice, remember?"

"Oh, right. Twins," her eyes widen as she looks at Ethan. "We are not having twins. We're done."

"Yes, ma'am." He says diligently before kissing her forehead and asking Lucia for entry into the kitchen in Spanish. She greets him with loud kisses on both cheeks and gives him a glass of water for his heavily pregnant wife. You always knew you liked Ethan, but seeing him be such an attentive dad and husband only solidifies it for you.

"I remember how miserable I got at the end with JJ, too. Hopefully, you'll go into labor sooner rather than later." Dina sympathizes, and Sarah pokes at her belly.

"D'you hear that? People other than me want you out, you little terrorist."

"Honey, please don't call our daughter a terrorist."

"When she's the one sitting on your bladder, you can call her whatever you want."

"Daddy's home!" Your eight-year-old sprints through the living room with a posse of children behind him. Issac can keep pace with his long legs, but the girls— Lucy, Sophia, and Violet— struggle with their little, four-year-old strides. Poor JJ is left in the dust and gives you the saddest face ever as his cousins run past. Dina coos and takes JJ to soothe him and give him a chance to get in on the action as Joel trudges over the threshold with a gaggle of children and H-E-B bags slung over both arms.

"Little help?" He calls as he enters the living room. Everyone starts getting up from the couch to help unload the groceries, but Joel lifts a grocery-clad hand before Sarah can move a muscle. "Not you, mama. You rest." 

"Thank you." She says, and he hums, kisses her head, and elbows his way into the kitchen. One by one, you unload the groceries from the bed of Hank's truck and into their respective places around the house. Sam and Issac run away with an impressively large slab of brisket to give to Hank, and all three of the girls get distracted by the large metal tins of Christmas popcorn, complete with images of Santa wearing a cowboy hat on the side. 

It's chaos, but it's perfect chaos. Festive music and sweet smells float around the house as the sun sets on a chilly December Texas day. The lights around the house and on the tree cast the rooms in a comforting red, green, and white glow. You catch the kids laughing and whispering to each other as Tommy and Lucia dance together between stirring, patting, and baking. Dina and Ellie guide JJ around the house, helping him strengthen his wobbly legs and letting him feel involved. Ethan steals snacks from the pantry and brings them to Sarah's throne of a chair. You think he'd bring the world to her if she asked for it in this moment. Hank is in the backyard and bounces between showing the boys how the barbeque works and how to make the cows moo back. 

You're smiling at the insanity when Joel jerks his head toward the front door. "Got one last thing in the truck I need help with," he supplies. You figure it's something from Santa or something he didn't want the kids to see and get excited about. So, you agree and follow him out into the orange dusk and shiver a little at the sudden temperature change. You get all the way to the driver's side of the old pickup when he looks up at the tree he parked under, making you look up, too. You can't stop the laugh from leaving you at what you find. Hung above the truck in a tree older than Joel is a tiny sprig of mistletoe tied with nimble guitarist fingers. 

"When did you even have time to hang that?" You ask, and he shrugs.

"Anythin' is possible with Christmas magic." He snarks. You laugh and step into him, looking between him and the mistletoe as his cologne wraps around you.

"You're cheesy," you say. "And also stupidly romantic." 

"Yeah, yeah." He says as he leans down to kiss you. His beard scratches your face, but he makes up for it in the sweet way he holds you. He's warm and firm and so fucking perfect it makes you wish you could freeze this moment forever. He mumbles a quiet "I love you" and presses kisses all over your face like he's worried the spell will break if his lips leave you. 

Ten years ago, you got married on this same property. Eight years ago, you brought your son here for his first Christmas, and then four years later, your daughters. Your grandchildren have also spent their first holiday seasons here (Lucia was more than willing to buy a menorah and learn about Hannukah for Dina the second she found out she didn't celebrate Christmas). Every Christmas, you've brought Daisy and watched her run in the backyard. Then walk. Then lay down in front of the door, sighing like an old man. You know, perhaps someday soon, you'll have your first Christmas since your twenties without her. Someday, the kids will have their own traditions and families. Someday, Lucia and Hank won't have the energy to host the entire Miller-Hernandez-Caradonna clan for holidays. But that's someday. Right now, you're kissing Joel under an old tree with fairy lights and mistletoe strung throughout its branches, and the air is cold and full of nostalgia, and it's chaos. It's perfect. Until a distant cow moos loud enough for it to reach you all the way in the front yard and makes Joel pull away from you with an astounded look on his face.

"Was that fucking Roger?"

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#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #rockstar!joel #dad!joel miller #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fic #joel tlou #joel miller au #the last of us au #tlou au #the last of us series #joel miller x you #joel miller fluff #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #the last of us fluff

[1264doghouse]

Hank Garland & Duane Eddy

[hooked-on-elvis]

"(Marie's the Name) His Latest Flame" (1961) 📀

Written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman, the song was first recorded by Del Shannon and released in his album 'Runaway with Del Shannon' (June 1961).

About the same time the song was released by Shannon, Elvis was recording his version during a studio session for RCA on June 25, 1961, on RCA’s Studio B in Nashville.

Del Shannon's recording (released on June 1961):

Elvis' version (released on August 1961)

Elvis released the song as a single on August 8, 1961, with 'Little Sister' as its B-side. The single sold millions of copies, peaked No. 4 on the Billboard Hot 100 and No. 2 on the Easy Listening chart. It also peaked No. 1 in the UK charts (4-weeks-stay).

ABOUT THE STUDIO SESSION:

The recording of “(Marie’s The Name Of) His Latest Flame” was like a party. “It’s a good song. I like it,” Elvis ventured, “even if it takes us thirty-two hours.” Taping started with what was still a rehearsal, an almost acoustic rundown with Buddy on congas and Boots on shakers chugging out the Bo Diddley beat Mort Shuman had given the song. Take three added the sound of a shoebox, and Elvis’s voice melted every lyrical line into pure vocal delight. Slowly the sound grew more forceful as they continued: On take four Hank Garland shifted to tic-tac bass, while Jordanaire Neal Matthews took over on guitar and Buddy Harman left the congas to return to the drums. “I need to hear it the whole way through,” he said when Elvis said he had skipped a beat, “to get the [drum] pattern.” Every variation was tried: Floyd Cramer took a stab at the organ, Hank Garland toned down the tic-tac. In the middle of the night they stopped and put in a call to Mort Shuman: How had he gotten the piano sound on the demo? Each take brought the song from a charming campfire singalong closer and closer to a fully realized pop record. When Shuman heard the finished product, he noticed not only the different piano sound but the curious intro—just three bars long, one shorter than any conventional arrangement would have suggested. The same thing had occurred on “Surrender”; whether it was intentional cleverness or just Elvis’s impatience, it gave the song a fresh, surprising kickoff. — Except from 'ELVIS PRESLEY: A LIFE IN MUSIC' by Ernst Jorgensen and Peter Guralnick.

The first time the song was released in one of Elvis Presley's LPs would be on "Elvis’ Golden Records, Volume 3" (August 1963), album in which 'Little Sister' also was released on.

OTHER VERSIONS:

The Smiths released a medley of the song with Rusholme Ruffians as a live track on the 1988 album 'Rank'.

Elvis really turned this track into something else.

Let's not forget 'Little Sister' now. The song was recorded during the same studio session as '(Marie's The Name) His Latest Flame' (June 25, 1961) - it was recorded just after it, actually.

Elvis' live performances of this track throughout his 70s era concerts are amazing (I don't know about you, I just can't sing this song without the 'Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged' part tho).

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[onewhoturns]

Finished my first playthrough of lost signals, stats and thoughts below:

1. Told Nick to avoid the portal, gave Maria advice, got Evelyn home safely, saved Shelley by telling her not to leave, helped Hank with the photo + shoe.

2. Was friendly with Violet and Charlie but didn’t get the achievements for it, though they both sided with me, and my final stats said I befriended them but Olivia left Camena

3. I alienated Olivia this run, and next run I’m gonna try to befriend her

4. I found all the letters

5. I had Riley enter the portal (next run the plan is to be Olivia, idk how anyone can pick Jacob, poor Athena 🥺)

This was GREAT. I can’t believe we got to not just hear from Alex, but actually bring her back??? !!! Wow. Ugh she is still one of my fave game characters ever, I loved her in this as well.

I picked Riley to stay because I felt bad that she’d have to have two bad parent/child relationships in her life, and she really didn’t have much in the way of contacts, and I wanted Rex to get to be happy too. But tbh that was a super hard choice, cause Olivia really did seem to want to stay. Next run I’ll let her.

As great as the adaptive scoring is, I miss having songs from the soundtrack stuck in my head, and I don’t have that from my first playthrough at least. No music during the credits either, which is disappointing, I love the credits music from the first game.

Now, questions:

Do you think all the kids from game 1 were trapped? They didn’t talk much, just Alex, which made me think it was just Alex and her memories of them. But I guess you could read it either way. In which case, are they all free of it now or just Alex? And did Alex just pop back into existence? Had she been missing, or not remembered? Did she pop back in at the same age she was, or did she suddenly have false memories of the five years she was gone, or did she pop back to the night she disappeared and just never disappeared?

There’s an achievement called

Which looks like it involves talking to a younger Jacob on the radio or walkie. How? My only thought right now is maybe checking the radio and walkie after setting the garland tear to 1990? Or something like that? I need to figure how to do that.

I also need to figure out why I didn’t pop achievements for making friends with violet and Charlie even though they both defended me against olivia. And I need to figure out how to befriend Olivia. Let her do the thing in the community center, I guess? I broke her radio on my first playthrough.

Open to advice!

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