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inkofamethyst · 1 year

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March 13, 2023

Late 2022/Early 2023 Bops!!

Two Knocks - aeseaes

Vandalize - One Ok Rock

That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil

The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil

Dream Away - KWINI

mm+i - serin oh

Bird Song - Florence + The Machine

Seven Nation Army / Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Buffalo Rose

A Beautiful Song (from Nier: Automata)

Mourning (from Nier Automata)

Sogno di Volare - Christopher Tin (from Civilization VI)

Bird Song has quite literally been my February anthem, but all of these have been on repeat for weeks. Alongside all of Upstate tbh. Once again, I prove myself to be pretty genreless lol. We’ll see how many of these survive to the Spotify Wrapped.

I wonder if PhD admissions these days are biased toward extroverted (or extrovert-presenting (such as myself)) students. I mean, I suppose most things in life show preference for extroverts, but I’ve certainly noticed during my visits that many students who make it to interviews or to the admit stage are quite (and, occasionally, aggressively) extroverted. And while, on one hand, I feel like this disadvantages great students who just don’t have that same charisma, I also think it kind of represents a changing academia. Prioritizing future academics who are more likely to be team players, who are more likely to reach outside of their fields and engage in that ~interdisciplinary research~ which universities adore. Prioritizing friendly, collaborative, and fun cohorts at the graduate level. Rewarding not just intelligence and hard skills, but also soft skills. Maybe I’m thinking too much into it. It’s just that I’ve been so surprised by how personable all of the prospective students I’ve met this cycle have been, and I’m wondering if that initial “reaching out phase” in the early fall is meant as a screening process to select for those personable students, not just the brilliant ones. I mean, I suppose that can also come out through letters of recommendation and such, I don’t know. I’m probably just overthinking; I should go to bed.

Speaking of sleep, I don’t know if it was just me (actually, I know it wasn’t because I expressed this to many people today and they agreed), but daylight savings was killer this year. I haven’t ever slept in half an hour past my wake-up time, and getting up this morning was a horror show. Didn’t wash my face, didn’t eat breakfast, had no energy during the 8am. Ended up taking a long nap in the afternoon which helped, but I think I could’ve used another hour and a half tbh.

Today I’m thankful for.. choir rehearsals. Just in general. Learning and perfecting music with others is such a fun time, and I feel so lucky to have stumbled into this amazing group and have this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to sing in a symphony orchestra as a non career musician. I remember experiencing very similar feelings during marching band in high school, just feeling overwhelmed with joy and gratitude and a sense of belonging despite the difficulty of maintaining the standard that the ensemble required. It’s fun to be challenged this way. It’s beautiful to be part of building something greater than anything I could ever do on my own.

[edit, two days later: oh also happy three year anniversary to miss rona i guess]

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alexiconoflove · 3 years

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Bridgit Mendler dropped a snippet of her new song!! x

#phd student while making bops #been making good music since 2016

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ainsleymorgan · 4 years

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『MARILYN LIMA ❙ DEMIGIRL』 ⟿ looks like AINSLEY MORGAN is here for HER SOPHOMORE year as a COMPUTER SCIENCE student. SHE is 20 years old & known to be ORGANIZED, BENEVOLENT, INDECISIVE & OBSTINATE. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ lexi. 23. pst. she/hers.

we’re back at it again folks! this gal has been bopping around my head for a good long while now - i apologize if this is an incoherent mess. give this a little like and i’ll slide into ur dm’s to plot smth ok ily

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— background. (death tw, grief tw, cancer tw)

The Morgans have a long, complicated history. Margaret and Callum meet near the end of college (she’s studying English, he lives in town) and fall rapidly in love. The only problem? Margaret’s engaged to her high school sweetheart. When Margaret ends up pregnant, she pretends like it’s her fiancee’s and has a shotgun wedding. Callum goes off to join the army and pretend like his heart wasn’t just shattered in two.

Years pass - Margaret gets her PhD in English and has another kid (this time with her actual husband). Callum leaves the army, gets married too (and widowed a few years later), has some kids of his own. But then they run into each other at a bar in a city far away from the last one they were in together, and it’s like nothing ever changed.

The two get married almost immediately after the divorce papers are signed, and have two more kids almost immediately after that. Margaret becomes an English professor, and Callum’s content with taking care of the gaggle of children their blended family has produced.

Five years after the last set of kids, Ainsley and her brother Tristan are born. They’re just as unplanned as their eldest sister was, but no less loved.

They quickly become the apple of the entire family’s eye, doted upon by their army of older siblings. The twins are late to walking, so they get taken to the pediatrician, who says that they’re so used to being carried everywhere by their family that they haven’t felt the need to walk yet. They’re set down more often, and quickly catch up to be able to run after their brothers and sisters.

Ainsley and Tristan are attached at the hip. Despite the attention from the rest of their family, the two maintain that specific bond only twins can. They make up a language that only they can understand, and throw tantrums whenever they’re out of eyesight of each other.

They’re happy kids, bright and bubbly. And loud. The house is always filled with screams and laughter. It’s an idealistic life, a perfect family.

DEATH TW // There’s an accident when the twins are nearly five. Nobody knows what happened - they swear they were watching the kids splashing in the lake - but suddenly, Tristan’s gone. His body is found in the water later that day. // END TW

GRIEF TW // Ainsley’s too young to understand what’s going on when they bury him. She gets quiet and shy, a once bubbly little girl drawing in on herself. All she knows is that her best friend is gone, and now there’s nobody to actually talk to.

They move soon after, to a town called Lovell, when Margaret gets a job at the local university. It’s something the family needs, after Tristan, and they hope that the change will help Ainsley open back up again.

She doesn’t, not for a while. She’s thrust into kindergarten, in a new town without her twin there to keep her grounded. Her teachers worry about her social skills - she seems to prefer painting or doodling to playing on the playground with her classmates. But slowly, surely, she starts opening up again as Lovell becomes home. // END TW

The Morgans decide that they like Lovell, and that they’re going to stay. They buy a nice house in a quiet neighborhood, with big trees for the kids to climb on. Ainsley breaks her leg falling out of one when she’s seven (she still has the scar on her knee from where a branch snagged).

As the kids get older and start moving out of the house, Callum decides he needs a project. He’s always loved cooking and restaurants. So he decides to buy one. Calls it the Main Street Diner (not very creative, but it tells you right where it is!), and starts really integrating himself into the Lovell community.

Ainsley spends nearly every afternoon there, sitting at the corner of the counter after school. Her siblings are old enough to babysit, but they’ve hit their moody teenage phase, and Ainsley wants nothing to do with it. Her mom’s either teaching or grading papers or reading, and that’s boring to a nine-year-old. So diner it is.

She spends most of her time at the counter drawing or painting. Each one is proudly displayed on the wall, marking her progress over time.

Sometimes she helps with little tasks, like sorting silverware or wiping down tables. Eventually, when she hits high school, she graduates to waiting tables to make some money of her own.

When it comes time to think about college, Ainsley decides she wants to go as far away from Lovell as possible. She knows everything and everyone in town - even some of the Radcliffe students who frequent the diner. Ainsley wants something new and interesting.

She looks at schools in California, eventually gets accepted to UCLA. Ainsley packs her bags and flies across the country. She learns to miss the comforts of home, but enjoys the independence being on the other side of the continent gives her.

CANCER TW // Halfway through her first year at UCLA, Ainsley gets a call from her mom. Dad’s sick, she says. Cancer.

Ainsley drops everything and moves back home. She takes a semester off of school to help take care of her dad while her mom continues teaching. He gets better, goes into remission, but there’s still the lingering fear that it’ll come back, that it’ll be worse, that she’ll lose him too. // CANCER TW

So she decides to transfer to Radcliffe. It’s local, in case anything happens, but she can still live in the dorms to keep some semblance of independence. And she gets to go for essentially free. She starts working at the diner again, to keep an eye on her dad, though she claims it’s just to make money. It’s a good set-up, for now.

— personality.

Ainsley is super artistic. Literally constantly drawing or writing or doing something creative. There’s usually paint somewhere on her clothes, regardless of how new the clothing is.

Also has this Thing against making her hobby her career, which is why she’s a computer sciences major rather than an arts major. She grew up watching her mom and dad turn their passions into their jobs, which seemed stressful and like it took some of the fun out of it. So she said no thanks.

She still really enjoys computers and coding - mainly web design. Hopes to become a full-time web designer after college, while throwing in some of the graphic design portions of web designing to sprinkle some of the artsy aspects of her personality.

Despite being a computer sciences major and pretty good with technology, she definitely prefers going analog in most of her life. Writes everything down rather than typing it into her phone or laptop, and goes through a million journals (also owns a million more blank ones).

This bitch definitely bullet journals.

Is a fairly organized person, but her room? An absolute mess. Ainsley says it’s an aesthetic mess (it’s not).

The only part she takes care of is the collection of plants on her windowsill. One of her notebooks is dedicated to their care schedule, and notes on how they’re doing.

Her bag is basically Mary Poppins’ tote, but make it a beat-up Fjallraven she bought during a 50% off sale three years ago. Has literally anything you could ever need in it. Paper, pens, snacks, water, first aid kit, you name it. Need some superglue or a needle and thread? Ask Ainsley.

Is simultaneously super indecisive and super stubborn. Will take a thousand years to decide on something, but once she’s picked it, she’s stuck on it.

Will die on any hill she feels remotely attached to.

That being said, she’s not a super aggressive person. Is actually pretty calm, still quieter than she was before Tristan. The human equivalent of a warm blanket.

Also super gay. So so gay.

(But she’s never been with a girl bc she’s got issues w feeling worthy of romantic attention!! Or any attention!!)

This bitch needs to go to therapy.

— wanted connections.

aka the part im so bad at

Where my Lovell locals at?

Friends - pls give this cinnamon roll ppl to fawn over she loves her friends !!

Enemies - idk if she’d think of them as an enemy but let ppl be mean to her so she can be kind of mean back

Crushes - either on her or ppl for her to crush on !! she will pine until the day she dies !!

idk what else im bad at this just love me and love Ainsley

#radintro #// god this is long and probably incoherent im so sorry #death tw #grief tw #cancer tw

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yehet-me-up · 5 years

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Frozen North ~ Night One

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader

Genre: Horror/Suspense/SPOOP in general/light romance (because who else would I be?)

Word Count: 2,675

Rating: PG13 (nothing gruesome, but knowing me there will be swearing)

Summary: You run a late night radio show dedicated to telling scary stories and urban legends, the creepier the better. Listeners call in and share their own, creating a small but loyal community of folks like you who love this sort of thing. But one night a man calls in with what sounds like an all-too-real story and before you know it you’ll do anything to make sure he’s safe.

Frozen North Masterlist

A/N: A smol mini-series for @yeoltidecarol because let’s see how many ways I can procrastinate writing this book 😂 and because I luh you <3 Plus it’s blizzarding here, so why not get creepy?

The station is normally deserted by the time you get there just after seven thirty. All the daytime hosts leave by six, seven at the latest. A few other nighttime crew members are arriving for the evening shift. The janitor Marcus waves to you before sliding in his earbuds and you return it with a smile.

The building seems to move in closer as the evening settles in, making a protective cocoon around you as you step into the tech room.

Daniel, the evening producer turns and gives you a nod before going back to manning the controls. The show before yours is winding down.

Sue lifts her headphones up to fix her hair and waves when she catches your attention. You’ve worked back to back for going on three years now and Sue was the first person to take you out for drinks to celebrate getting a regular show.

After dropping off your coat and bag in the closet of the studio you head for the kitchen to get a large cup of coffee. With the eight to midnight shift five nights a week, you’ve learned you need it.

You roll your neck and grab a mug from the collection in one of the cabinets. Even if the station bootstraps damn near everything they thankfully never skimp on good coffee.

The sound of wind howling draws you to the window while you stir in your creamer.

Snow flurries outside, coating the trees with thick whiteness. Even though it’s warm in the station and in your sweater, you shiver. The sun sets early in winter here, making it seem like the dead of night by five or even earlier.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out. A face is on the screen, a profile photo of someone you don’t recognize. Messy black hair falling into warm brown eyes. Ears that stick out at the edges.

CHANYEOL WOULD LIKE TO FACETIME the screen reads.

Well, you’re not one to avoid a little mystery. With the pinky of the hand holding your coffee you swipe the accept button.

Before you can say anything a sound comes through the phone. It’s deafening, howling, drowning out any attempt at conversation. Wind, if you had to guess.

There’s no face or sign of the man in the photo on the screen. The only thing you can see is white and gray. For long seconds you wait to see if the scene will change.

‘Hello?’ you call into the phone.

Nothing moves, the noise and the whiteness remain. You look up at the clock and see its 7:48. ‘Shit.’

You shake yourself and shrug, ending the call with your thumb and shoving the phone back into your pocket. ‘Well, that was odd.’

You hustle off back to the booth to get ready for the show. After a quick run-down with Daniel you grab your laptop and quietly open the door to the booth.

‘And here’s one last track from me tonight. Please enjoy Pied Piper from the Senate. This has been Local Rewind. I’m Siouxsie and I’ll be back tomorrow at six.’ She sighs and takes the headset off, hanging it on the holder.

With a big stretch she leans back in her chair, twisting her neck to work out the kinks. She stands dramatically and motions for you to take the chair.

‘After you, queen of the spook.’

You share a laugh, heading to the plush leather chair. ‘Great show tonight, I loved that Temple of the Dog choice to open the show. I haven’t heard it in ages.’

She pouts while slinging her purse over her shoulder. ‘Thanks. One day I’ll get over Chris Cornell, but that day is not today.’

The two of you air kiss as she passes you, wrapping her scarf around her neck. ‘It will never be that day, Suse,’ you laugh gently.

She pauses in the doorway, leaning her hip against the wood. ‘Ah, you’re right. Have fun tonight babe, don’t let the demons get you.’ With a wink and a waggle of her eyebrows, she’s gone.

You laugh, the sound echoing back to you as the door shuts. You slide into the chair and lift the headset over your ears. Bopping along the ending of the song you pull up the notes for the show on your laptop.

The insulation in the booth makes it feel like a bubble. Only the lightboard of calls that come in throughout the night, and Daniel in the control room, remind you that you’re not alone in the world.

The song playing fades out and you look to Daniel. After a beat he points to you and the ON AIR light flashes to red, letting you know you’re live.

‘Hello and welcome back to The Long Night on 107.9 KJWZ Seattle, where the dial might stop, but we don’t. I’m Roxy and I’ll be your host for the evening. Let’s get weird.’ Your assumed name slips off your tongue like clockwork, further distancing you from the real world.

You smile to yourself as you read the first short story, one of your favorites from the SPC Foundation database.

Here feels like your home. Your voice on air is absent of the nervousness that it seems to take on in your daily life. Here you don’t have to worry about bills or eating a balanced fucking diet or grad school and your mountain of reading to get through by Sunday for your PhD in mythology and folklore.

Here you can savor the pure joy of sharing, hearing, and discussing excellent stories that remind you why you love the craft of storytelling.

The first hour of the show goes by fast. A regular listener, who goes by the handle Ghoulish, calls in to share the piece he’s working on. From the semi-regular stories he’s called in to share you suspect he’s an aspiring horror writer. Sure, his submissions might read a bit like someone who worships and emulates Stephen King. But he’s got style, and loads of potential, and you’re always happy he calls.

Once he finishes you jump back on the line. ‘Oooh, that was a good one this week Ghoulish. Thanks so much for calling in.’

You jump to the next chunk of your notes. ‘Tonight’s local myth is the story of Mariner High up in Everett. According to legend a creature haunts the school, stalking its halls and terrifying the night janitor so badly he was put in the hospital with heart palpitations last month.’

In the control room Daniel’s mouth presses together in interest and he gives you a thumbs up. He used to hate being the night producer, claiming he was too old and superstitious to be able to cope with hearing stories like the ones you dive into. But now, after three years together, he’s coming around.

‘Witnesses report that since the 1990’s late night visitors to the school have noticed flickering lights, unearthly whispering from the men’s locker rooms, and the sound of nails scratching along lockers. Many claim that the entity is the spirit of a worker who died at the school during its construction in the mid-seventies.’

Daniel frowns and wraps his arms around his torso dramatically, his salt and pepper hair shaking as he cringes in mock horror. You lift a hand to your lips to smother a laugh.

‘Allegedly, if you get close enough to this being you see a pair of floating, glowing eyes. Jackson Donnelly, a member of the football team who was there late on Friday night after practice claims that he saw the eyes around a corner. The longer he looked he says that an outline of a tall man with wings started to form.’

‘Supposedly this figure is protective of the school and its students, but Jackson says that the form definitely did not seem welcoming. After his phone rang, distracting him, Jackson said he looked back and the figure was gone. He quickly dressed and left, swearing to never be in the school late at night again.’

‘So, what do you guys think? Real? Myth? Let me know.’

Lights start blinking on your call panel and you grin. It never fails to amaze you how many people listen to and love your show. A small cult following has grown up after an article from The Stranger highlighted it and you’re so grateful to be able to do this.

You push the button for the first line. ‘Welcome on the show, what’s your name?’

‘Hi, my name’s Janelle. My cousin Alisha goes to Mariner and she said for sure it’s real. She and her friends were there working on signs for cheerleading and they swear they heard something in the gym calling their names. Got so freaked out they ran out immediately.’

‘Oooh, fascinating. Thanks for calling in Janelle.’ You push the second line. ‘Hi, what’s your name?’

‘David. I gotta say this sounds pretty cliche, it’s probably just an old building with faulty lights and bad plumbing. Not that it’s not a great story, and no offense to Janelle’s cousin, but I just don’t buy it.’

‘Very possible, David. Thanks for playing Devil’s Advocate as always,’ you laugh warmly and David joins you for a beat before you end the call.

After a few more responses you see its approaching ten o’clock and decide to move on. ‘Thanks for calling in everyone. We’re going to take a short break for some sponsor messages and then I’ll open it up for submissions again. Don’t go anywhere.’

When you get back to the chair after a quick bathroom break you settle in, easing the sleeves of your sweater over your palms. The temperature in the building gets freezing, especially when everyone goes home for the evening.

The ads finish and Daniel signals that you’re back. ‘Alright, let’s see what stories you guys have for us tonight. Hmmm.’

You debate, watching as the ten lines all fill up with blinking lights. Something makes you hit button six. ‘Hello, lucky number six. Welcome to the show, tell us about yourself.’

The line is dead for a moment and you almost move on and hit another button, but then a man’s voice comes on. ‘Hi. I’m…. you can call me C.’ His voice is a deep baritone, wrapping around you like silk.

You look at the station computer at his number and a chill runs down your spine. 1-907-613-2458 - UNLISTED NUMBER - NOME

‘Hi C, where are you calling in from tonight? The extension on your line says 907. Are you calling from Nome… Alaska? That can’t be right.’

He ignores the question. ‘I thought you might be able to help me.’

You meet Daniel’s raised brow through the glass. Running a night time radio show about scary stories, you’ve definitely heard your fair share of weirdos. People playing practical jokes or soliciting all manner of freaky sex acts. People who are way too into some of the more gruesome legends, especially the ones involving women.

Luckily, those kind of calls are few and far between. And this man’s voice is steady and sure, unlike the tremor and intonation of some of the more disturbing callers.

You lean forward in the chair. ‘Help you how?’

‘I see her sometimes. At night.’ His reply comes fast.

His words ignite that feeling in your gut that sets you on edge. Alarm races through your veins, speeding your pulse. ‘See who?’

When his voice returns it’s distant, quieter. ‘The white woman. Amarok Siku. That’s… what the others call her.’

Fear slides through your lungs. If he’s making this up he’s a damned good actor. ‘Others?’

He carries on, the line fading into static. You press your headphones to your ears to hear him clearly. ‘I see her outside my window. From the trees. I think… she wants me to come and walk with her. Onto the ice.’

‘C. Are you alright? How can we help?’ You err on the side that he’s someone in honest need of help. ‘This is a radio show down in Seattle and we talk about paranormal stories and legends. Is this woman… human?’

‘She wasn’t supposed to be real,’ abruptly his voice continues, rising at the end to a panicked, keening sound. ‘Please, help m-’

The line clicks off. You sit there in silence for a few moments, trying to slow your breathing. Daniel waves to get your attention. Are you okay? He mouths.

You nod and shake yourself, jumping back onto the line. Something feels off, and terribly wrong. You can’t explain it, but you know that wasn’t just a story.

With a cough to clear your voice, you continue. ‘Well, thank you... C. That was definitely a new one for us. What did you guys think? Let me know.’

The lights on the panel flare to life, but you can’t look away from his number, still on the screen.

You finish the show as best you can, unable to get your mind off that call.

At eleven fifty-nine you wind things down, stifling a yawn. ‘Thank you for hanging out with me tonight everyone. I’m Roxy and this has been The Long Night. See you guys tomorrow... stay safe,’ you add after a beat.

While you gather your things Daniel queues up the programming that runs from midnight to five when the morning shows start running. Per habit you tidy the studio, slide on your coat, grab your purse and laptop, and flip the switch before leaving the booth.

Daniel presses a final button and motions for you to exit first. He turns the lights out in the halls while you snake your way through the building. Neither of you speaks, both unsure what to say.

After locking the front double doors he finally turns to you. ‘Are you okay going home tonight? That was some weird shit, Rox.’

You shrug, trying to shake off the weird feeling that’s lingered on your skin since C’s call. Folding your arms to keep in the warmth, you plaster a smile on your face.

‘Oh yeah, Dan, I’ll be fine. It was just a prank or some new thing someone’s trying. I’m sure.’

He pats your shoulder. ‘I’m getting too old for this shit,’ he says in his best Murtaugh impression and you crack a genuine smile.

With a laugh he gets in his car and drives away, raising a hand in farewell to you. Once inside your own car you start it up, willing heat to flood the space. As soon as Daniel pulls away, leaving you in the empty lot, you pull out your phone.

The number is still there on the screen from when you typed it in - 1-907-613-2458 - and with your breath visible in front of you, you debate. ‘This is silly,’ you say aloud to yourself.

But still, something makes you press the call button. The number fades as the phone starts ringing.

CALLING CHANYEOL the screen now says, the face from earlier popping up.

‘What the-’

While it rings you click the home screen and pull up your contacts. You shake your head in confusion while you scroll to the C’s. Christine. Caitlin. Carrie-Ann. Camille. Connor.

Definitely no one named Chanyeol. And you’d have remembered that face.

The phone makes a beep, the line going dead. Not even a voicemail option. ‘That’s so fucking weird.’

Pulling up Google you type in the words he said: Amarok Siku. Dead end links come up one by one. Eventually you add ‘Alaska’ and finally get somewhere. The words in Inuit mean Ice Wolf.

You purse your lips, drawing one into your mouth to chew on it. Adding ‘myth,’ you can’t find any results. Usually urban legends or tall tales at least have some blog posts or local articles, but for this, there’s nothing.

Lastly you type in ‘Chanyeol’ and ‘Nome, Alaska’ and get no results.

Disturbed, carving the warmth and safety of your apartment you shrug, turning on the radio and moving the car to drive.

#kpopwonderlandtag #kpopwritingnet #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol fanfic #chanyeol imagine #chanyeol au #exo au #exo fanfic #exo x reader #exo imagine

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its-all-headology · 6 years

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I had a meeting with my adviser to talk about my inquiry project, and in addition to figuring out how to frame this project (which tbh I might try to publish when it’s done? Not sure yet), we also talked about PhD programs and how worried I am about this decision. I’m still on the fence and freaking out about it, but my adviser told me that, in his experience, students don’t usually think this hard about what they want to do, what their goals are, etc., with such specificity. While I could bop overseas and make bank teaching there instead of going directly into a PhD program, he thinks I should seriously consider sticking with the PhD because I know what I want, who I want to work with, where I want to go, and the why’s of all those things.

This is still scary as hell, but tbh I don’t disagree with him. Hm.

#personal #grad school

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blackkudos · 7 years

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Donald Byrd

Donaldson Toussaint L'Ouverture "Donald" Byrd II (December 9, 1932 – February 4, 2013) was an American jazz and rhythm & blues trumpeter.

A sideman for many other jazz musicians of his generation, Byrd was best known as one of the only bebop jazz musicians who successfully pioneered the funk and soul genres while simultaneously remaining a jazz artist.

As a bandleader, Byrd is also notable for his influential role in the early career of keyboard player and composer Herbie Hancock.

Biography

Early life and career

Byrd attended Cass Technical High School. He performed with Lionel Hampton before finishing high school. After playing in a military band during a term in the United States Air Force, Byrd obtained a bachelor's degree in music from Wayne State University and a master's degree from Manhattan School of Music. While still at the Manhattan School, he joined Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers, as replacement for Clifford Brown. In 1955, he recorded with Gigi Gryce Jackie McLean and Mal Waldron. After leaving the Jazz Messengers in 1956, he performed with many leading jazz musicians of the day, including John Coltrane, Sonny Rollins, Thelonious Monk, and later Herbie Hancock.

Byrd's first regular group was a quintet that he co-led from 1958 to 1961 with baritone saxophonist Pepper Adams, an ensemble whose hard-driving performances are captured "live" on At the Half Note Cafe.

Byrd's 1961 LP Royal Flush marked the Blue Note debut of Hancock, who came to wider attention with Byrd's successful 1962 album Free Form, and these albums also featured the first recordings of Hancock's original compositions. Hancock has credited Byrd as a key influence in his early career, recounting that he took the young pianist "under his wings" when he was a struggling musician newly arrived in New York, even letting him sleep on a hide-a-bed in his Bronx apartment for several years

"He was the first person to let me be a permanent member of an internationally known band. He has always nurtured and encouraged young musicians. He's a born educator, it seems to be in his blood, and he really tried to encourage the development of creativity".

Hancock also recalled that Byrd helped him in many other ways: he encouraged Hancock to make his debut album for Blue Note, connected him with Mongo Santamaria, who turned Hancock's tune "Watermelon Man" into a chart-topping hit, and that Byrd also later urged him to accept Miles Davis' offer to join his quintet.

Hancock also credits Byrd with giving him one of the most important pieces of advice of his career – not to give away his publishing. When Blue Note offered Hancock the chance to record his first solo LP, label executives tried to convince him to relinquish his publishing in exchange for being able to record the album, but he stuck to Byrd's advice and refused, so the meeting came to an impasse. At this point, he stood up to leave and when it became clear that he was about to walk out, the executives relented and allowed him to retain his publishing. Thanks to Santamaria's subsequent hit cover version of "Watermelon Man", Hancock was soon receiving substantial royalties, and he used his first royalty check of $3000 to buy his first car, a 1963 Shelby Cobra (also recommended by Byrd) which Hancock still owns, and which is now the oldest production Cobra still in its original owner's hands.

In June 1964, Byrd played with Eric Dolphy in Paris just two weeks before Dolphy's death from insulin shock.

Electric Byrd

By 1969's Fancy Free, Byrd was moving away from the hard bop jazz idiom and began to record jazz fusion and rhythm and blues. He teamed up with the Mizell Brothers (producer-writers Larry and Fonce) for Black Byrd (1973) which was, for many years, Blue Note's best-selling album. The title track climbed to No. 19 on Billboard′s R&B chart and reached the Hot 100 pop chart, peaking at No. 88. The Mizell brothers' follow-up albums for Byrd, Street Lady, Places and Spaces and Stepping into Tomorrow, were also big sellers, and have subsequently provided a rich source of samples for acid jazz artists such as Us3. Most of the material for the albums was written by Larry Mizell.

In 1973, he helped to establish and co-produce the Blackbyrds, a fusion group consisting of then-student musicians from Howard University, where Byrd taught in the music department and earned his J.D. in 1976. They scored several major hits including "Happy Music" (No. 3 R&B, No. 19 pop), "Walking in Rhythm" (No. 4 R&B, No. 6 pop) and "Rock Creek Park".

During his tenure at North Carolina Central University during the 1980s, he formed a group which included students from the college called the "125th St NYC Band". They recorded the Love Byrd album, which featured Isaac Hayes on drums. "Love Has Come Around" became a disco hit in the UK and reached No. 41 on the charts.

Beginning in the 1960s, Byrd (who eventually gained his PhD in music education from Teachers College, Columbia University in 1982) taught at a variety of postsecondary institutions, including Rutgers University, the Hampton Institute, New York University, Howard University, Queens College, Oberlin College, Cornell University, North Carolina Central University and Delaware State University. Byrd returned to somewhat straight-ahead jazz later in his career, releasing three albums for Orrin Keepnews' Landmark Records, and his final album Touchstone, a quintet.

Byrd died on February 4 2013 in Dover, Delaware. He was 80.

Discography

As leaderTransition Records

Byrd Jazz (1955) – also released as First Flight (Delmark)

Byrd's Eye View (1955)

Byrd Blows on Beacon Hill (1956)

The Transition Sessions (2002 compilation)

Prestige Records

2 Trumpets (1956) – with Art Farmer

The Young Bloods (1956) – with Phil Woods

Verve Records

At Newport (1957) – with Gigi Gryce

Up with Donald Byrd (1964)

Columbia Records

Jazz Lab (1957) – with Gigi Gryce

Modern Jazz Perspective (1957) – with Gigi Gryce and Jackie Paris

Blue Note Records

Off to the Races (1959)

Byrd in Hand (1959)

Fuego (1959)

Byrd in Flight (1960)

At the Half Note Cafe (1960)

Chant (1961)

The Cat Walk (1961)

Royal Flush (1961)

Free Form (1961)

A New Perspective (1963)

I'm Tryin' to Get Home (1964)

Mustang (1966)

Blackjack (1967)

Slow Drag (1967)

The Creeper (1967)

Fancy Free (1969)

Electric Byrd (1969–70)

Kofi (1969)

Ethiopian Knights (1971)

Black Byrd (1973)

Street Lady (1973)

Stepping into Tomorrow (1974)

Places and Spaces (1975)

Caricatures (1976)

Elektra Records

Thank You... for F.U.M.L. (Funking Up My Life) (1978)

Donald Byrd And 125th Street, N.Y.C. (1979)

Love Byrd (1981)

Words, Sounds, Colors and Shapes (1983)

Landmark Records

Harlem Blues (1987)

Getting Down to Business (1989)

A City Called Heaven (1991)

Other labels

Byrd's Word (Savoy, 1955)

Jazz Eyes (Regent, 1957) – with John Jenkins

New Formulas from the Jazz Lab (Vik, 1957) with Gigi Gryce

Jazz in Camera (Sonorama, 1958) with Barney Wilen

Jazz Lab (Jubilee, 1958) with Gigi Gryce

Live Au Chat Qui Peche (Fresh Sound, 1958),

Jazz in Paris: Parisian Thoroughfare (Gitanes, 1958)

Jazz in Paris: Byrd in Paris (Gitanes, 1958)

Motor City Scene (Bethlehem, 1960)

Out of This World (Warwick, 1961)

September Afternoon (Discovery, 1982; rec. 1957) – with Clare Fischer and Strings

Touchstone (2000) Pepper Adams, Herbie Hancock, Teddy Charles, Jimmy Cobb

As sideman

1955 George Wallington Live At The Bohemia (Progressive 1955 Prestige 1970)

1955 Kenny Clarke – Bohemia After Dark (Savoy)

1955 Cannonball Adderley – Discoveries

1955 Oscar Pettiford – Another One

1955 Hank Jones – Quartet-Quintet (Savoy)

1955 Hank Jones – Bluebird – one track only

1955 Ernie Wilkins – Top Brass (Savoy)

1956 George Wallington – Jazz for the Carriage Trade

1956 Jackie McLean – Lights Out! (Prestige)

1956 Hank Mobley – The Jazz Message of Hank Mobley (Prestige)

1956 Kenny Clarke – Klook's Clique (Savoy)

1956 Art Blakey – The Jazz Messengers (Columbia)

1956 Art Blakey – Originally

1956 Rita Reys – The Cool Voice of Rita Reys

1956 Elmo Hope – Informal Jazz (Prestige 1956, Elmo Hope The All Star Sessions - Milestone CD)

1956 Phil Woods – Pairing Off (Prestige)

1956 Jackie McLean – 4, 5 and 6 (Prestige)

1956 Gene Ammons – Jammin' with Gene (Prestige)

1956 Horace Silver – Silver's Blue (Epic)

1956 Hank Mobley – Mobley's Message (Prestige)

1956 Hank Mobley – Jazz Message No. 2 (Savoy)

1956 Art Farmer – 2 Trumpets (Prestige)

1956 Paul Chambers – Whims of Chambers (Blue Note)

1956 Phil Woods/Donald Byrd – The Young Bloods (Prestige)

1956 Horace Silver – 6 Pieces of Silver (Blue Note)

1956 Hank Mobley – Hank Mobley Sextet (Blue Note)

1956 Doug Watkins – Watkins at Large (Transition)

1956 Sonny Rollins – Sonny Rollins, Vol. 1 (Blue Note)

1956 Kenny Burrell – All Night Long (Prestige)

1957 Kenny Burrell – All Day Long (Prestige)

1957 Gigi Gryce/Donald Byrd – Jazz Lab (Jubilee)

1957 Art Farmer/Donald Byrd/Idrees Sulieman – Three Trumpets (Prestige)

1957 Lou Donaldson – Wailing with Lou (Blue Note)

1957 Jimmy Smith – A Date with Jimmy Smith Volume One (Blue Note)

1957 Jimmy Smith - A Date with Jimmy Smith Volume Two (Blue Note)

1957 Art Taylor – Taylor's Wailers (Prestige)

1957 Gigi Gryce – Gigi Gryce and the Jazz Lab Quintet (Riverside)

1957 George Wallington – The New York Scene (Prestige)

1957 Various Artists – American Jazzmen Play Andre Hodeir's Essais

1957 Kenny Burrell/Jimmy Raney – 2 Guitars (Prestige)

1957 Kenny Drew – This Is New (Riverside)

1957 Hank Mobley – Hank (Blue Note)

1957 Paul Chambers – Paul Chambers Quintet (Blue Note)

1957 The Gigi Gryce/Donald Byrd Jazz Lab – At Newport – One side of LP which also features Cecil Taylor (Verve)

1957 Gigi Gryce/Donald Byrd – New Formulas from the Jazz Lab

1957 Gigi Gryce/Donald Byrd – Modern Jazz Perspective (Columbia)

1957 Sonny Clark – Sonny's Crib (Blue Note)

1957 John Jenkins – Jazz Eyes (Savoy)

1957 Oscar Pettiford – Winner's Circle

1957 George Wallington – Jazz at Hotchkiss (Savoy)

1957 Red Garland – All Mornin' Long (Prestige)

1957 Red Garland – Soul Junction (Prestige)

1957 Red Garland – High Pressure (Prestige)

1957 Lou Donaldson – Lou Takes Off (Blue Note)

1957 Art Blakey – Art Blakey Big Band (Bethlehem)

1958 John Coltrane – Lush Life – one track only (Prestige)

1958 John Coltrane – The Believer – two tracks (Prestige)

1958 John Coltrane – The Last Trane – two tracks (Prestige)

1958 Johnny Griffin – Johnny Griffin Sextet (Riverside)

1958 Pepper Adams – 10 to 4 at the 5 Spot (Riverside)

1958 John Coltrane – Black Pearls (Prestige)

1958 Michel Legrand – Legrand Jazz

1958 Dizzy Reece – Blues in Trinity (Blue Note)

1958 Art Blakey – Holiday for Skins (Blue Note)

1958 Jim Timmens – Gilbert and Sullivan Revisited

1959 Mundell Lowe – TV Action Jazz!

1959 Jackie McLean – Jackie's Bag 3 tracks (Blue Note)

1959 Thelonious Monk – The Thelonious Monk Orchestra at Town Hall (Riverside)

1959 Chris Connor – Ballads of the Sad Cafe

1959 Sonny Clark – My Conception (Blue Note)

1959 Manny Albam/Teo Macero – Something New, Something Blue

1959 Jackie McLean – New Soil (Blue Note)

1959 Walter Davis Jr. – Davis Cup (Blue Note)

1962 Duke Pearson – Hush! (Jazztime)

1963 Hank Mobley – No Room for Squares (Blue Note)

1963 Jackie McLean Vertigo - released 1980 (Blue Note)

1963 Hank Mobley – Straight No Filter – released 1986 (Blue Note)

1963 Hank Mobley – The Turnaround (Blue Note)

1963 Jimmy Heath – Swamp Seed (Riverside)

1963 Herbie Hancock – My Point of View (Blue Note)

1964 Eric Dolphy – Naima

1964 Eric Dolphy – Last Recordings / Unrealized Tapes

1964 Dexter Gordon – One Flight Up (Blue Note)

1964 Cal Tjader – Soul Sauce (Verve)

1964 Solomon Ilori – African High Life

1964 Duke Pearson – Wahoo! (Blue Note)

1965 Dexter Gordon – Ladybird (SteepleChase)

1965 Wes Montgomery – Goin' Out of My Head

1967 Stanley Turrentine – A Bluish Bag

1967 Sam Rivers – Dimensions & Extensions

1967 Hank Mobley – Far Away Lands (Blue Note)

1977 Gene Harris – Tone Tantrum

1978 Sonny Rollins – Don't Stop the Carnival (Milestone)

1993 Guru – Jazzmatazz, Vol. 1

1994 Various – Stolen Moments: Red Hot + Cool

1995 Guru – Guru's Jazzmatazz, Vol. 2: The New Reality

1995 Ahmad Jamal – Big Byrd: The Essence Part 2

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We all know that family dog trainers don’t train dogs, they train people. As I tease my veterinarian friends, our job is harder, because we have to train our clients to do the equivalent of the surgery themselves. And we all know that we, as a species, can be a bit challenging to train. Not because we’re bad people, but because we inherently aren’t consistent (ie, the downfall of synonyms), have a hugely variable repertoire, and focus on word content often more than inflection and visual signals.

And now dog trainers all over the world are coping with social distancing rules that make in-person classes impossible. My heart breaks for all of those who are struggling right now, as are so many millions of people in so many different types of jobs.

But the silver lining here is that so many trainers are stepping up to the plate and offering all kinds of help online. One of them is dear to my heart, Dog’s Best Friend Training in Madison, WI, who is now offering several online classes, including Puppy Classes, Beginning Family Dog Training Classes and “Get Focused” classes. My friend and colleague, Karen London, PhD, who writes the Behavior column now for Bark Magazine, just posted an article about the classes, and the benefits of online training. (Full disclosure, I began Dog’s Best Friend in 1988, and sold it to my kick-ass Training Director, Aimee Jarosz, where she and her trainers and behavior consultants are doing great work (I’m talking about you Chelse, Julie and Shannon!)

Some of the benefits include being able to go at your own pace, watching as an entire family, fewer distractions from other dogs, and most importantly in my mind, being able to repeat the class over and over again. There’s nothing like repetition to help you see things you might have missed . . . a dog’s subtle response, or an important aspect of the trainer’s posture. You can watch in short segments, which is actually how most of us trainers wish we could do a class. We need to train our dogs in short segments ideally too, so in some ways online classes are superior to in person ones. At least in that sense. I’m sure you will agree though that it will be a wonderful day indeed when normal classes can resume.

Here’s another spot of sunlight: Suzanne Hetts and Daniel Estep have recorded an On Demand three-part course, How To Conduct Telephone and On-Line Video Consults and Lessons. You can watch any time for the drastically reduced price of $35. There will be a live Q & A based on the information on this Friday, April 10th, at 3 pm CDT, which will be added to the course after it’s recorded.

As someone who did in-person consultations about serious behavioral problems, I can tell you that this kind of information is invaluable. It takes some experience and planning to be able to truly help people over the phone, so I hope this will be helpful to those of you who have clients who need your help, but who can’t come to your office or have you do a house call.

Look for more offerings from Dr. Hetts and Dr. Estep in the near future, including ones that they plan to offer for free to struggling trainers who need CEU’s or simply more ways to help their clients.

Last but by no means least, I wanted to remind all of us that, in the wise words of dog trainer Melissa McCue-McGrath, we are all doing the best we can with the tools we have. (You might remember Dr. Chris Pachel also saying that in the Come, Sit, Stay podcast we did with some wonderful people a few weeks ago.) I don’t think those wise words can be said often enough right now.

Melissa teaches with the New England Dog Training Club, (and at Massachusetts SPCA) and is learning as she goes how to create a series of online training classes to help their students. That is familiar to so many of us now, learning new skills to cope with our world, which seems to change every day.

Melissa has established her own Youtube channel in hopes of offering as much help as she can for no cost to anyone for the broadest of all possible audiences. I say Here Here to that.

What I love especially about these videos is that Melissa doesn’t edit out anything. If “stuff” happens, (like it does to all of us when actually training or dogs rather than making carefully edited training videos), she shows how she deals with it. We all need to do this at home, right? Pretty much every day, when our session is interrupted by the cat, or our kid. When the high-value treats lose out to the unexpected knock at the door, or whatever you’re doing JUST ISN’T WORKING and you need to stop for a moment and take a breath.

Here’s one of my favorite lessons, in which her dog Captain bops her in the butt for not paying him enough attention while talking to the camera. Yup, been there.

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“We’re all doing the best we can with the tools we have” are wise words for us all, and not just for these challenging times. Dog trainers everywhere have been doing the best they can working with dogs in challenging environments in group classes. Owners, with whatever skills they may have, have been doing the best they can with their new Silky Terrier puppy or adopted bully breed mix from time immemorial. And now everyone is doing it with added challenges. My hat is off to everyone doing the best they can with the tools they have.

What about you? Are you teaching dog training online? Taking classes online? Tired of being online and happy to just get outside with your dog? Tell us what is going on, we’d all love to connect.

MEANWHILE, back on the farm: Good friend Lisa N brought her young teenage Golden pup, Ruby, for a romp with Maggie in our safely fenced pastures. Lisa and I stayed over 6 ft apart, while catching up on life and watching the dogs play.

Here’s Maggie with her usual cautious face when meeting a new dog:

Once greetings were accomplished, Maggie asked Ruby to play “race horse”:

Wanna learn to play “cutting horse” too?

Ruby is no shrinking violet:

Until she met Nellie, who insists on going on walks with us, even with unfamiliar dogs.

Ruby thought it’d be fun to play by slapping her paw on top of Nellie’s shoulders. Nellie did not agree:

There’s not much color in the fields now, but there are islands of it in the gardens:

I hope there is some lovely color in your life right now too, either literally or metaphorically.

Poop4U Blog via www.Poop4U.com Trisha, Khareem Sudlow

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