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6.23.2020

-—•′ Mel Gibson’s antisemitic, peripatetic, Black Lives Anti-matter, met Wynona Ryder -—•′ —•′ she shines the window of inspiration—•′ by mrjyn—•′ —•’ June 23, 2020 —•’

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Mel Gibson’s antisemitic,peripatetic,Black LivesAnti-mattermetWynona Ryder —

Johnny Depp’s emotionally disabused,  ex-girlfriend …  survivor;

her personnel, deemed non-essential duringThe Great Plague of COVID-19,madeher overhear his vile, epithet-laden solo,

 

MY Last Temptation of Christ’sLast Fucking YOLO.

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mrjyn

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June 23, 2020

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Thanks, Nona! 
Although salacious, speculative mondegreen,provocative race-bait, prurient, strained, and highly charged —

her timing doesn’t get points,
but then, maybe it does,
because, you know, she damn well meant to —
packs a-helluva wallop,
not peer reviewed, nor double-blind,
possibly specious,
I know because grandpa told me; 

    ‘If it looks like,

and sounds like,

     and talks like it too, 

 then that duck ain’t no drake  …

 PUT  lil driz IN A ZOO!’

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Mel seems to me, to have forgone his sanity for the dessert without need of water, his brain just rotted; he’s gone, out of his tunechi, totally potted!

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Yep, mate, looks like he’s bonkers, Mel’s  Lost his Religion;now he’s got alerted on his iPhone by bell,  

HIS RESERVATION’S CONFIRMED FOR A, ‘LIFETIME IN HELL.’

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written on the occasion
of an occasional one too many 

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 Mel Gibson, 

eyes … open —•’

cognitively compromised,


lights are on, but

office is  closed.

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by mrjyn venerble collegiate colleague tunechi a veni ad votrum a nostrum a forum

Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans

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Who Kicks Out Hotel Guest During Pandemic? Richmond Inn & Suites Trudi Veals, SMC Delton Smith, Wyndham Resorts Trademark Hotels Collection

Who Kicks Out Hotel Guest During Pandemic? Richmond Inn & Suites Trudi Veals, SMC Delton Smith, Wyndham Resorts Trademark Hotels Collection 

Who Kicks Out a Hotel Guest During a *Pandemic? Richmond Inn & Suites Trudi Veals, SMC Delton Smith, John Holmstrom, Wyndham Hotels Trademark Collection

December 27, 2020 Illegal eviction: Richmond Inn & Suites, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, College Drive, Corporate Blvd Energy St.

I contend, Christmas during COVID-19, Richmond Inn & Suites’ agent without explanation strong-armed me by threat of arrest to immediately quit my Tenancy of 10 months (not ‘quit or pay’ — ‘quit or else’), during a State of Emergency, plus stay off streets order, and a renewed CDC, POTUS-signed eviction moratorium, to minimize contact in order to ensure protection of the population.

there stood Mike at my door, nervously at first, then slowly inflated he amidst his ungoverned posse comitatus of shams, in his best knee-break performance, like Dickens — he decided to throw me a bone — tiny tim got handed down a three hour window to get his shit and leave — this bullshit was keeping him from some tv, I suspect.

however unwieldy he was impersonating authority he lacked, BRPDbackup — cop stood by and nodded.

vacate.

three hours from now, he haughtily declared — out of my ‘home!’ — or we’ll fuckin do it for you,” he haughtily proclaimed — out of my ‘home,’ — or we’ll do it for you.

With last-minute scrambling for transportation, my mother whose health he had recklessly compromised (this sub-managerial, self-professed Marshall representing SMC Hotel Group — and ultimately Wyndham Hotel’s ownership) obtained for GM Trudi Veals, my eviction: a happy ending to her story acquired.

I may have quit the premises but I will never quit my endeavor to see Mike, his General Manager- accomplice, and most importantly, the bevy of Corporate mutes whose joyless machinations in search of amnesia they shuffle papers to find, as their personal motives don’t exist — theirs is a purely dispassionate exercise in self-preservation and longevity, a minuscule irritation whose impact will ultimately never touch their personal reputation.

As a hotel guest I would normally not be entitled to protection from eviction; however, not only am I entitled as carried out, my guerilla eviction, I had my only residence, taken.

Richmond Inn & Suites, SMC Hotels Group, and Wyndham Hotels and Resorts Trademark Collection, violated my civil rights under a constitutionally protected order because of the Pandemic of 2020 – 2021.

Mine were removed by the janitor of the hotel whose parent company, the largest hotel chain in the world, with over 9000 properties, Wyndham Hotels, has decided to hope that I forget, as what follows is 100% true AND indefensible.

An eviction conducted without authority, writ, nor signed by judge; EMPLOYING strong-arm intimidation, affected through the authority of a rogue maintenance man, assuring his eligibility for Federal and Criminal prosecution, AND by making a false report to an officer of the Police Department of the City of Baton Rouge.

I had no other available lodging, even a lawful order granted and enacted by the Sheriff was an impossible outcome — as there was, and is not any court to provide lawful orders to do so — that criterion affords protection of civil rights even without the added shameful, anti-white racism through retaliation was not strong enough to cover.

Unbeknownst to me, this was the day Trudi Veals retired.

Gave up.

Quit.

I have been unsuccessful in receiving response from Richmond Inn & Suites management SMC Hotels Group (Shreveport) or parent company, Wyndham Hotels & Resorts Trademark Collection.

We’re sorry to hear this was your experience and want to help.

For me, Ms.

previous”>recent boss at Richmond Inn, where she had worked as Head of Sales, and had coincidentally referred me to stay at her old hotel — a hotel under the management of President Delton Smith, and his Vice President of Operations John Holmstrom.

This is the only reason that I would find relief from inscrutably vindictive Trudi Veals.

reprimand”>upbraiding me about my decision to contact Ms.

I witnessed that with acknowledged difficulty John Holmstrom, unique in my experience, through guest complaint, perform an intuitive contravention when he refused his GM of 25 years — the beginning of my end, the retribution as instrument by which she would finally accomplish it, unknown.

VP John Holmstrom refused to support Ms.

Veals.

He decided that he could not instantiate her wish to kick me out for no cause — ordering the First ‘Eviction Attempt’ by Trudi Veals rescinded — her unsuccessful freeze-out delayed — HER EGO SHATTERED INTO VISIBLE PIECES .

I think it should be imperative for those affected to immediately contact their local police department when this happens, so that they may retain access to their homes, or regain them.

Without public, police, landlord education provided as to the current definitions of the similar but different application of law, making difficult navigation without knowledge.

sadly, some defy the law through illegal action — as was done in my eviction (MORE A THREAT AND INTIMIDATION), I found myself subjected, by a staff member no one could overrule or appeal, without protections which I am entitled under current order.

my considerable injury by this gross sleight against me is no dramatic Play — it is through their lack of humanity to investigate and bring those responsible to account that I will continue to remind for as long as it takes their clients, their guests — whose online booking will come with a top review, their social media — already groaning under poverty of inattention — and the guests who stay at hotels, willing to forego almost anything for a $10 dollars discount — anything except this.

Finally, Wyndham Hotels and Resorts, the last-place holder of all luxury National Hotel Chain properties, and their Trademark Collection are by omission supporting an unethical, immoral cabal through their association with Trudi Veals, who with endemic anti-white venom — after a quarter century of employment comes to this.

Right now, the data trail created by evictions is often harvested by private firms that then use it to provide screening services to landlords who routinely shut out people who were previously evicted.

Instead, the government could use that trail to identify those most in need.

The Eviction Lab, led by the Princeton University sociologist Matthew Desmond, built a public national database that helped us understand the prevalence of eviction across the country from 2000 to 2016.

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I saw they were removed, Fri., April 15th, 2011…and remembered thankfully that my DIGITAL HOARDING PROBLEM (Internet Addiction) had, as one of its few positive side-effects, preserved all three NE VER-AGAIN-TO-BE-PRODUCED WITH SUCH TERRIBLE-TEMPERED-TIMING OR ILL-INSERTION, NOT TO MENTION (AND Part 2 of the bright-side of my disease is that I have actually posted somewhere in one of my fifteen-thousand (garbage disposal) blogs, some of the FUNNIEST AND SINCEREST YouTube JAZZBO HATE-COMMENTS REGARDING THESE MASTERPIECES which will for eternity serve as reminder to me and YOU as TO what dour, dull and JOYLESSLY deluded DUDES comprise the less-greater part of the perfect-pitched populus of the much-better-than half of ‘Jass’ Connoiseurs who Berkley and every barely-surviving ~~This video and the next three are four remarkable jazz performances that were favorites of the artists AND by no less than writer Stanley Booth, NYTimes Critic, Robert Palmer, and Memphis musician and friend, Tav Falco. In each I think you’ll take away not only a piece of those who’re playing, but of the writers, critics and musicians who hold these performances above all others in the vacuum created by each of their respective deaths. I hope you will enjoy a short journey into this hemisphere, and take something away which you had not known before.

I know that during the compilation of this extensively researched labor of love, I discovered not just something about the musicians represented not previously known, but the writers and musicians who I have been fortunate to call friends. Thank you for taking the time to read (what for me is a very rare intrusion) this introduction. GUK

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Best of Jazz Greats Tutorial Videos (from the intro to Tav Falco’s Video of Phineas Newborn below) Imagine yourself a prodigy, a jazz virtuoso of the 1950s. You have played with everybody from Duke Ellington to Charlie Mingus. Then POW… you are lost for twenty years. Your achievements and talents put into chemical and canvas straitjackets. Living with your mother. Treated like a miscreant. Then you begin to rise to the top again. This is one of the man’s first public performances before a public eager and waiting so long for his return. Phineas Newborn Jr., a leading jazz pianist, died at his home in Memphis, Tenn., Friday. He was 57 years old. Phineas Newborn Jr., a leading jazz pianist, died at his home in Memphis, Tenn., Friday. He was 57 years old. The cause of death has not been released.Irvin Salky, Mr. Newborn’s agent and friend, said X-rays six weeks ago showed a growth on one of his lungs. Phineas Newborn Oleo Parkay His albums included ”A World of Piano,” ”The Newborn Touch,” ”The Great Piano of Phineas” and ”Piano Artistry of Phineas Newborn.” i couldn’t top the master brandonshred but i gave it a good tribute. May 28, 1989 Although Mr. Newborn was not a celebrity, he was highly regarded by jazz aficionados, especially in the 1950’s and 60’s. ”In his prime, he was one of the three greatest jazz pianists of all time, right up there with Bud Powell and Art Tatum,” said Leonard Feather, a jazz critic for Downbeat magazine and The Los Angeles Times His father, Phineas Newborn Sr., led a big band that played on Memphis’s celbrated Beale Street in the 30’s and 40’s. Mr. Newborn grew up playing saxophone, trumpet and vibraphone in the band, which included his brother Calvin, who played guitar. Besides his brother, he is survived by his mother, daughters, a son and two grandchildren. A racial attack took him out of the playing circuit in 1974. He was admitted to the Veteran’s Hospital with a cracked jawbone, broken nose and several broken fingers. The day Phineas was discharged from the hospital he went to Ardent recording studios and recorded a Grammy nominated album, ‘Solo Piano’. The tracks included a version of ‘Out of The World’ which contained stunning left-hand virtuosity. Stanley Booth says that ‘hearing that performance while looking at the X-ray photos of Phineas’s broken hands is enough to make you think that Little Red (Phineas Newborn), like Jerry Lee Lewis is a little more than human. ‘Rhythm Oil: A Journey Through the Music Phineas Newborn Jr – Web Essay By ROBERT PALMER Published: July 11, 1986 Phineas Newborn Jr., Sweet Basil, 88 Seventh Avenue South, below West Fourth Street (242-1785). Born into a musical Memphis family and a pianist with his father’s big band and on early B. B. King recordings while still in his teens, Phineas Newborn Jr. was in every sense a prodigy. By the time he made his classic Atlantic, RCA and Contemporary jazz albums, in the 1950’s and early 60’s, that prodigious abundance of technique was getting him compared with the virtuosic Art Tatum, and dismissed by some as all fingers, no heart. That was never true, and certainly isn’t

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How to be a fan of problematic things

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Written by Rachael

I like things, and some of those things are problematic. I like Lord of the Rings even though it’s pretty fucked up with regard to women and race (any narrative that says “this whole race is evil” is fucked up, okay). I like A Song of Ice and Fire even though its portrayal of people of colour is problematic, and often I find that its in-text condemnation of patriarchy isn’t obvious enough to justify the sexism displayed. I like the movie Scott Pilgrim vs The World even though it is racist in its portrayal of Matthew Patel, panders to stereotypes in its portrayal of Wallace, and trivialises queer female sexuality in its portrayal of Ramona and Roxy’s relationship. For fuck’s sake, Ramona even says “It was a phase”! How much more cliche and offensive could this movie be? Oh wait, remember how Scott defeats Roxy, his only…

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“Shameika”

Fiona Apple released “Shameika” on FTBC in April.

Now do the same thing for a Korean female KPOP group called BLACKPINK.

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<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p lang="en" dir="ltr"><a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Potentially?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#Potentially</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/fionaapple?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@FionaApple</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Best2020SONG?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#Best2020SONG</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/RecordingAcad?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@RecordingAcad</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/grammy?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#grammy</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/FoundSong?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#FoundSong</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/ShameikaSaid?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#ShameikaSaid</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/reenactment?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#reenactment</a> "If ... you love the whip, what is he doing to you?" <a href="https://twitter.com/zeldahallman?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@zeldahallman</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/NaliniNarayan5?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@NaliniNarayan5</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/OHMERCY?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#OHMERCY</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/LESTERBANGS?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#LESTERBANGS</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/POTENTIAL?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#POTENTIAL</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/Caradelevingne?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@Caradelevingne</a> <a href="https://t.co/LyEnpjStDV">https://t.co/LyEnpjStDV</a> <a href="https://t.co/J0YlUd0LOS">pic.twitter.com/J0YlUd0LOS</a></p>&mdash; mrjyn (@mrjyn) <a href="https://twitter.com/mrjyn/status/1336155952467292162?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">December 8, 2020</a></blockquote> <script async src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" charset="utf-8"></script> 

This Summer, Apple not only found her lost Muse Desaparaceda y potentiate, but pulled the trigger on what, from what you may have read, seems rather overt and possibly intrusive from someone whose reputation proceeds her as a wallflower, but no shrinking violet, this wallflower is (but really, which introverted wallflower do you know who senselessly semiconscious invigorate live performance like a Holy Roller handles vipers and ululates tongues to only their God who understands, interviews like Jack Kerouac, Mike Tyson, Capote, Dylan, but gets into the weeds which she loves to find her way out of again, collectivizes over what moves her inspiring extra momentum this summer over Police Brutality and the senseless killing of an unarmed innocent man, which spurred on Black Lives Matter to their most vigorous presence, including something which most artists can’t say, she made and held her own sign in her own neighborhood, with her own neighbors, and gave them hell, and took no prisoners, and didn’t make a fuss over doing it, inspiring activists everywhere, and from a guarded, but I am convinced personal running of at least some of her social media accounts (maybe Tumblr, and for sure Instagram — in at least some anonymous posting which no amaneuensis on this planet could channel and which I have personally had the pleasure of giving her the pleasure to ‘like’ two things which are extremely private and cherished to my deathbed in content and expression, her fandom … well, just think of three artists who started the year ‘Criminal’ was released; now, Google their names; now take a look at their latest charted releases, tour schedules, and social media account; see anyone hanging on to every wacky, serious, funny thing that comes forth from her frothy brain? No.

SEE THAT? THEY’RE 19 – 21.

even inspiring, we should not be surprised one of the most varied, intellectually puisant stables of ex-husbands and lovers, to whose type one would do well to invest in a large amount of AI Machine Learning and Algorithmic Dataset hardware to try to put them in a 6-degrees-from-Kevin the Space Alien, as her overriding type of guy / gal.

Secret husbands, strange bedfellows you can count (did she date Paul Reuben? I will have to ask that woman some questions, if so), all emanating from that gorgeous, sexy syllabylator of Broadbagnagam linguistic proportion, Cuisinart from journals and scraps of paper which miraculously are kept together, into the enunciated bombastic curlicues and pedantic, academae of a tenderhearted tweedy prof who should have been written by Phillip Roth and whose extracurricular activitities include smoking good Humboldt weed and going Rocambouche over drinks to her male TA’s, pulling wholecloth verses, stanzas, cradenzas, from her brain as lyrics like a Morgellon’s sufferer pulls multi-colored threads from under her fingernails, which can neither be burned nor seen by most of us — and in Joni Mitchell’s case, like they are definitely pregnant at the ripe age of Joni Mitchell).





She’s excitably giddy and painfully senstitve to all her favorite things, but mainly her dog – along with music, and her man, she sings in ‘Shameika’! And speaking of potential, and did she have it, and did Shameika hit that one bang on the head, this also makes her, like Shameika, not only full of potential, but full of the gift which is named after those to whom their gift is to spot the potential in others, recognize it, point it out to the person, coddle it, then toss it out and let it go, until sometimes, when the potential is realized, or so they may possibly think, they put out a call to action, or go on a journey of discovery for that clairvoyant self-actualizer recognizer, and they find her; and sometimes, that potentiator, has turned what she saw in others into that which she found in herself, and potentially made that move from, Dali Lama to Reincarnate Spotter, and when that happens, and the two find each other, it can only be a good place, and there can only be one word for what Shameika was and is which saw in Fiona Maggart, oppressed, misunderstood, profoundly talented, and taking in what the bullies thought they were giving her as a lashing.

But what they didn’t know about little Miss Maggart and Shameika, her then spotter, was that, when that Devil’s Tongue cuts that back with its leather snap and it makes those marks whose healing may never go away, it leaves something in those whose backs are being whipped, tied to a pole or a tree.

It leaves something which few of us can hardly imagine happening: If you love the whip, what exactly are they doing to you? ‘ This Summer, Apple not only found her lost Muse Desaparaceda y potentiate, but pulled the trigger on what, from what you may have read, seems rather overt and possibly intrusive from someone whose reputation proceeds her as a wallflower, but no shrinking violet, this wallflower is (but really, which introverted wallflower do you know who senselessly unselfconscious invigorate live performance like a Holy Roller handles vipers and ululates tongues to only their God who understands, interviews like Jack Kerouac, Mike Tyson, Capote, Dylan, but gets into the weeds which she loves to find her way out of again, self-activizes over what moves her inspiring extra momentum this summer over Police Brutality and the senseless killing of an unarmed innocent man, which spurred on Black Lives Matter to their most vigorous presence, including something which most artists can’t say, she made and held her own sign in her own neighborhood, with her own neighbors, and gave them hell, and took no prisoners, and didn’t make a fuss over doing it, inspiring activists everywhere, and from a guarded, but I am convinced personal running of at least some of her social media accounts (maybe Tumblr, and for sure Instagram — in at least some anonymous posting which no amanuensis on this planet could channel and which I have personally had the pleasure of giving her the pleasure to ‘like’ two things which are extremely private and cherished to my deathbed in content and expression, her fandom … well, just think of three artists who started the year ‘Criminal’ was released; now, Google their names; now take a look at their latest charted releases, tour schedules, and social media account; see anyone hanging on to every wacky, serious, funny thing that comes forth from her frothy brain? No.

Fiona Apple released “Shameika” on FTBC in April

see anyone hanging on to every wacky, serious, funny thing that comes forth from her frothy brain? No.

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Fiona Apple released “Shameika” on FTBC in April.Stepney “had potential” too, a rapper for 30 years, she came out to Pitchfork after Apple fans clammored and Socially Mediated her discovery over all the folderol from the years between Shameika’s Do it for the Gipper epiphanic moment du raison detre during High School penitential sessions between bullying.


Fiona Apple released “Shameika” on FTBC in April

“Shameika”

“Shameika”

I plight thee my troth

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This, obviously, is not one word but five. But these five travel together; indeed, one seldom sees plight as a verb outside of this statement, and troth is almost never seen elsewhere. Put together, this sentence is a magical formula. In the right circumstances, the simple act of utterance of it effects a state change: said in turn by two people, it turns two single persons into two married persons. I can vouch for its effectiveness. Aina and I said it more than 12 years ago and we’re still married, and happily so.

This is, then, what linguists call a performative utterance. It requires specific conditions of felicity: an officially enfranchised and suitably conducted ritual, led by a person vested with the power to do so by the necessary bodies (in our case it was the Estonian Evangelical Lutheran Church in Canada, and consequently also the applicable civic, provincial, and…

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Nancy Sinatra Boots Trample Lynn Anderson Rose Garden

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I Beg Your Pardon!

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I’m gonna go take some medicine and see if I can come back and do Lynn Anderson’s Facial Expressions Justice!

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I Beg Your Pardon! Lynn ‘Rose Garden’ Anderson Tramples Nancy SinatraBoots Are Made For Walkin’with kindness and Cowboy ‘Boots’

I KNEW THIS WAS GOOD/BAD!!! I KNEW IT WASN’T ON YOUTUBE. BUT I DIDN’T KNOW YOUTUBERS WOULD HAVE A MINI CONNIPTION ON A SUNDAY!


Watch this one too:

Neil LeVang & Buddy Merrill with Lynn Anderson



Boots Are Made For Walking who also composed I Beg Your Pardon, which sampled Lynn Andersons I Never Promised You A Rose Garden. -By Martin-Coulter Lynn Anderson Rose Garden Joe South Written-By J. South Terry Jacks Laurie Anderson – Lynn Anderson – Rose Garden Hora

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Nancy Sinatra – Rock and Pop Lee Hazlewood…

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Friday Five: 1-2-3-4! edition (or, A tribute to Hilly Kristal)

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I figured the guys over at Punk Marketing might write something about this, but they haven’t, so I guess it’s up to me to put a marketing/PR spin on an obituary mainly relegated to the music scene.

hilly_kristal.jpgHilly Kristal, the man who put punk rock on a stage and let it scream at the world, died on Thursday at age 75 from complications of lung cancer. Kristal was the owner of the seedy New York club CBGB’s, a venue that put early punk and new wave on the map — and gave performers like Ramones, Blondie, Television, Patti Smith and Talking Heads their start when they had few other options. (That’s him on the right, sweeping up outside the club sometime in the 1970s, probably.)

CBGB’s, which closed last October, was the birthplace of punk rock, and Kristal was punk’s father figure. In the words of The New York…

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[NEWS][200511] SNSD selected at the leader of girl groups

All-Girl KPOP Sweet Anita Tourette “Coca Cola Shape” IGAZ Clones
i just been loving lisa from @blackpink like these kids. i’m losin’ it. But who is this? fellow teenage kpop girls?

https://youtu.be/SlOfjUeWu8s
All-Girl KPOP Sweet Anita Tourette “Coca Cola Shape” IGAZ Clones @Simpleton HAS CLAIM FOR LEAVE HIM FROM KINGSTON LISTEN AND LET’S TAKE THIS CASE FOR #CocaColaShape
Artist: Simpleton
Song: Coca Cola Shape
Style: Dancehall

SONEy Town

Men’s clothing brand, Galaxy recently conducted a survey on successful men in their 40s to determine the leader of girl groups. After 1st generation girl groups such as SES, Fin.K.L, etc, 2nd generation girl group SNSD receives a lot of love from Korean men.

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Participate in a research study about ASMR, Synaesthesia, and Frisson

This is your Master Original VIDEO whose description also includes the less granular more generalize description of what it is this project i, and what you may be interested in volunteering throughout Project or for any or just one task or portion necessary to bring together the making and final outcome entirely unknowable, each person contributes a part wil by doing so influence without reversing their contribution to the finished project.

ASMR University

Gina Gilpin is a graduate student, pursuing an MSc in Cognitive Neuroscience at University College London (UCL), England.

Her research thesis is investigating the personality and empathy traits of individuals who experience ASMR, frisson (e.g., music chills) and mirror-touch synaesthesia.

Her thesis is titled: “Investigating Various Atypical Multisensory Experiences and the Associated Personality and Empathy Traits.”  Gina’s faculty advisor for the study is Professor Sophie Scott, Director of the Institute of Cognitive Neuroscience at UCL.

Gina is looking for participants to take her online survey, which has been reviewed and approved by an Ethics Committee.  The only requirements for the survey are that you must be right-handed, English speaking, and over 18 years old.

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Depraved And Corrupting: The Complete Video Nasties — The Reprobate

The definitive visual guide to the most notorious films of the 1980s. It seems odd that The Reprobate has been around for four years without covering the phenomenon of the Video Nasty. Oh, we’ve mentioned them in passing and in relation to other articles, but have avoided looking back at the days of moral panic…

Depraved And Corrupting: The Complete Video Nasties — The Reprobate

Orson Welles In Dallas — 1934-1940

Episode 1 begins with the distorted, over-amped, amphetamine-fueled face of ‘The Killer,’ as you’ll never see him again; looming, red-faced, in a fish-eyed, demonic visage, where it sees him through until Episode 13, in interviews, sodden in whiskey-soaked pill-pride.

Here, Palmer talks about shooting images of Jerry Lee Lewis for what would be, All you need is love (Episode Thirteen: Hail! Hail! ROCK ‘N’ ROLL):

“When I went to interview Jerry Lee Lewis in Las Vegas, he wasn’t performing on a stage, or even a riser, but in the entrance of the Holiday Inn.”

All you need is love was released in 1977 (don’t forget, a program paying tribute to legendary architects of Rock was more than controversial, it was not considered pertinent).

And only because of him do we witness performances such as this, featuring iconic figures blowing through the fucked-up, lean days of disfavor, caution to the wind, for the ultimate exhibition of their art form–unmuddied, undiluted, and undiminished by their plight.

mrjyn Produced Linda Gail Lewis record, played Buddy Holly, GBOF, retired (over 100) club, National Enquirer photog and I watched Jerry and Kerrie’s backyard wedding from roof and partied till dawn at Hernandos. Popped tabloid cherry by selling original Jerry Lee mugshot and arrest report from Elvis “assassination attempt.” Front row for Fats and Friends. karate chopped by Killer, New Year’s Eve, Ritz, 198?, after he saw my girlfriend and said, “Git rid of him, and we’ll make love.”

Interests:

jerry lee lewis, linda gail lewis, frankie jean lewis, myra gail lewis, killer, chiller, International Affair, Hernandos Hideaway, Bonnie Bakley, K.K., Pumpkin, Jaren, Sean

Jerry Lee Lewis – ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE COMPLETE • https://dai.ly/x8qeda

Jerry Lee Lewis • All You Need Is Love • Best 5:31 clip (Tony Palmer) • https://dai.ly/xaek7h

Jerry Lee Lewis Wayne Cochran (1er Midnight Special 4/6/73) PLUS Linda Gail Lewis duet [2em MS 4/27/73] AND Complete JLL show-listing videography

https://visualguidanceltd.blogspot.com/2009/05/jerry-lee-lewis-first-midnight-special.html

Jerry Lee Lewis Dark Side! https://youtu.be/IgsxXnvL3gE

Flashback : Dallas

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Orson at 18 — publicity photo used for the Cornell tour, 1934

by Paula Bosse

Today is the 100th anniversary of the birth of Orson Welles. Welles was one of the truly great, innovative theater and film directors, an actor with a commanding presence, and a delightfully entertaining raconteur. His frenetically creative work on the New York stage, on radio, and in film (he wrote, produced, directed, and acted in his first film, Citizen Kane, when he was only 25) earned him/saddled him with the hard-to-deny sobriquet “Boy Genius.” His rise up the show-biz ladder was a quick one.

Orson’s first professional acting gig was as an unknown 18-year old repertory player in the touring company of famed actress Katharine Cornell who, along with British actor Basil Rathbone, starred in the three plays performed on the tour, which stopped in Dallas for a two-night engagement at the Melba…

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Who sampled who ? Mr Scruff vs Moondog

Who sampled who ? Mr Scruff vs Moondog
March 18, 2010 funkyjeff77 Leave a comment Go to comments

Get a move on is an astounding record by Mr Scruff, the recording name of Andy Carthy. His DJ name was inspired by his scruffy facial hair, as well as his trademark loose-lined drawing style. He has been DJing since 1994, at first in and around Manchester then nationwide. He is known for DJing in marathon sets and his eclectic musical taste. Get a move on is from the album Keep it unreal, released in 2001 on Ninja Tune. It’s a piece of dancefloor genius that would rock any floor and yet it is also one of the most original timeless pieces of dance music from the last 10 years. Get a Move On, is built around Bird’s Lament (In Memory of Charlie Parker) by Moondog. (Pictured here) There Mr Scruff cleverly used his love of jazz to incorporate that into an awesome piece of chunky funk that has a tremendous bassline and grooves the socks off most things that pass for dancing music today. The song was used in Volvo commercials as well as Lincolm, France Télécom and GEISCO. The song also samples Shifty Henry‘s Hyping Woman Blues and led to a renewal of interest in Henry’s compositions. But the Moondog sample is one of the most clever use of a sax line that I’ve ever heard, especially since he’s using it at an increased tempo. Just keep it unreal Mr Carthy 🙂

Halcyon days

Get a move on is an astounding record by Mr Scruff, the recording name of Andy Carthy. His DJ name was inspired by his scruffy facial hair, as well as his trademark loose-lined drawing style. He has been DJing since 1994, at first in and around Manchester then nationwide. He is known for DJing in marathon sets and his eclectic musical taste. Get a move on is from the album Keep it unreal, released in 2001 on Ninja Tune. It’s a piece of dancefloor genius that would rock any floor and yet it is also one of the most original timeless pieces of dance music from the last 10 years. Get a Move On, is built around Bird’s Lament (In Memory of Charlie Parker) by Moondog. (Pictured here) There Mr Scruff cleverly used his love of jazz to incorporate that into an awesome piece of chunky funk that has a tremendous…

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Nabokov: My Most Difficult Book – The Story of Lolita & Playboy Interview

Sugar Spun

The story of how the great Russian-American writer Vladimir Nabokov conceived and created his masterpiece Lolita.

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Director:

Christopher Sykes

Stars:

Martin Amis, A.S. Byatt, Dimitri Nabokov

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Vladimir Nabokov

This interview is part of The Playboy Interview: Men of Letters, a new ebook anthology that also includes conversations with Allen Ginsberg, Kurt Vonnegut, Tennessee Williams, and more.

ALVIN TOFFLER • PLAYBOY • JANUARY 1964

Playboy: With the American publication of Lolita in 1958, your fame and fortune mushroomed almost overnight from high repute among the literary cognoscenti—which you had enjoyed for more than 30 years—to both acclaim and abuse as the world-renowned author of a sensational best seller. In the aftermath of this cause célèbre, do you ever regret having written Lolita?

Nabokov: On the contrary, I shudder retrospectively when I recall that there was a moment, in 1950, and again in 1951, when I was on the point…

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“Shayla” – Blondie

Note : 1979 – Eat To Beat (Blondie)

Notre précédent article sur Shayla : https://deborahharryblondie.blog/2019/01/20/shayla/

Et si Shayla n’avait pas réellement disparu….et si elle était quelque-part dans cette rue ?
vin
“Blondie Plucks Her Legs” Article by Nick Tosches
Nick Tosches
Publié 21 octobre 2019 – 05:00 Par Céline
Nick Tosches nous a quitté hier. Il était écrivain, romancier, poète, biographe et journaliste rock américain. Nick avait publié notamment dans les magazines comme Creem et Fusion. Nous lui devons aussi une interview du groupe Blondie en 1979.
https://your-hair-is-beautiful.tumblr.com/
http://www.nova.fr/nick-tosches-le-parrain
Creem • June 1979
#deborah harry #debbie harry #blondie #chris stein #Clem Burke #jimmy destri #nigel harrison #frank infante #Creem #1979 #vintage news

Mes chroniques Rock

“Shayla” est une chanson écrite par Chris Stein pour le groupe Blondie et figure sur l’album “Eat to the Beat” (1979). L’interprétation vocale de Déborah Harry sur ce titre est remarquable et la mélodie envoûtante. Pourtant, il ne s’agit pas d’une ballade ordinaire. Mais plutôt d’un portrait touchant celui de “Shayla”. Je me suis toujours demandée si elle avait vraiment existé. Employée dans une usine, elle mène une vie dans l’anonymat le plus total. Puis un jour, au détour d’un chemin, elle rencontre la lumière. Nul ne sait ce qui se passa réellement. Et Chris Stein nous laisse libre à tous le d’imaginer la suite de  cette histoire. Quoiqu’il en soit, “Shayla” fait partie du top 5 de mes chansons préférées et je me tromperais pas trop en disant que beaucoup de fans l’apprécient aussi.


Digression : vinyl revival

Sur instagram, c’est fou le nombre d’abonnés qui photographient leurs vinyls…

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Nick Tosches

Note : 1979 – Eat To Beat (Blondie)

Notre précédent article sur Shayla : https://deborahharryblondie.blog/2019/01/20/shayla/

Et si Shayla n’avait pas réellement disparu….et si elle était quelque-part dans cette rue ?
vin
“Blondie Plucks Her Legs” Article by Nick Tosches
Nick Tosches
Publié 21 octobre 2019 – 05:00 Par Céline
Nick Tosches nous a quitté hier. Il était écrivain, romancier, poète, biographe et journaliste rock américain. Nick avait publié notamment dans les magazines comme Creem et Fusion. Nous lui devons aussi une interview du groupe Blondie en 1979.
https://your-hair-is-beautiful.tumblr.com/
http://www.nova.fr/nick-tosches-le-parrain
Creem • June 1979
#deborah harry #debbie harry #blondie #chris stein #Clem Burke #jimmy destri #nigel harrison #frank infante #Creem #1979 #vintage news

Mes chroniques Rock

Nick Tosches nous a quitté hier. Il était écrivain, romancier, poète, biographe et journaliste rock américain. Nick avait publié notamment dans les magazines comme Creem et Fusion. Nous lui devons aussi une interview du groupe Blondie en 1979.

Article français sur Nick Torches :

http://www.nova.fr/nick-tosches-le-parrain


Note : 1979 – Eat To Beat (Blondie)

Notre précédent article sur Shayla : https://deborahharryblondie.blog/2019/01/20/shayla/

Et si Shayla n’avait pas réellement disparu….et si elle était quelque-part dans cette rue ?

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Expertly Seeking Susan

Huh? What? • #MerrillNisker • Ohh romantic • #FuckThePainAway • #TeachesOfPeaches • #DeborahHarry • Is she also namechecking #ChrissieHynde’s fundament? • #Peaches • uhhhhhh! • #AndyGriffithShow footage video • #LostinTranslation • 2000 strip club scene! (Stay in School message) • Huh? What? • Who is Peaches? • And why is she sucking on Deborah Harry’s titties? • https://youtu.be/GmFp0I8AZqw
• Sucking on my titties like you wanted me
Calling me, all the time like Blondie
Check out my Chrissy behind
It’s fine all of the time
Like sex on the beaches
What else is in the teaches of peaches? Huh? What?”
Music and Lyrics by • Peaches (2000)

ANDREW GALLIX

Review of Sontag: Her Life by Benjamin Moser. The Irish Times, 5 October 2019, p. 22.

In 1965, Susan Sontag — fresh from publishing her landmark essay, “Notes on ‘Camp’” — was whisked away in a limousine to a hip nightclub notorious for its strict door policy. A member of her party whispered something in the bouncer’s ear, whereupon they were ushered in ahead of the lengthy queue. “I said, ‘We’re with Susan Sontag,’” her friend later confided, when she asked how he had worked his magic.

The young woman, still only in her early 30s, was astonished to discover that her name had become an “open sesame” to high society. Despite being filmed by Andy Warhol and dining out with Jacqueline Kennedy, the budding intellectual superstar felt like a figment of her own imagination. This discrepancy between the “real me” and the “self-for-others” lies at the heart of…

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Coffin Girl

I felt the power of the undertow as soon as he began to talk. That suffocating sinking pull to make it better was filling my chest, my lungs. I was drowning in it.

Again.

This time, though, I wasn’t going down. It took me 22 years of this relationship to get to this place, to become this honest, and I just couldn’t go back. I knew that going down this time may mean never coming back up.

I’ve written many personal stories about my life, my relationships. A few have been about me and my husband, the hard parts. Until a few days ago, I hadn’t let anyone read any of my stories because of how difficult it’s been for me to be honest. Facing that honesty on a daily basis is much scarier than just setting it free with a publish button and then walking away until I’m ready to come back. It’s been a way to maintain control over it, over my feelings, my fears.

It was time, though. I had been talking with my therapist for weeks about the dread I felt every time I thought of friends and family, especially my husband, reading my work. He hits closest to home because he IS home. If he rejects me, it feels like game over. I had to let my therapist read it if I was going to figure this out. So I held my breath and handed her my phone.

First, I let her read the story that was worrying me most, “When I say NO, I don’t mean asking until I say YES” (below). It was so nerve-racking, but her response was so positive, our talk was so inspiring, that on a whim… I let my husband read it too.
When I Say NO, I Don’t Mean Keep Asking Until I Say YES.
Unlearning a destructive pattern and reclaiming consent for sex.
psiloveyou.xyz

It’s a story about our sexual relationship, about the years of negative patters we built from the ground up.

I sat there fidgeting like a grade-schooler, looking out the window, shifting my seat, wringing my hands. A couple paragraphs in he laughed. “French toast!” he said and continued reading. I tried not to watch him, but I had to look, I had to know what he was thinking. There was no more laughter, and I could see his facial expression morph and melt into his many emotions. And then he was done. And I was petrified.

What did I do? What did I do? My heart was pounding. Would he be angry that I wrote about our personal life, wrote about him? Would he be hurt and think I portrayed him in a negative light?

I took a deep breath. “So? …What do you think?”

He sat back in his chair, is brow curved and tight. “I don’t know.” The silence felt thick between us.

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know…”

“Are you upset?”

“I don’t know… I mean… I feel, but it’s a lot.”

I could hear the blood rushing through my veins. What did I do? What did I do? …No, it’ll be okay… it’ll be okay… it just will… “Okay… well… is there anything you can tell me?” He had to say something!

The silence seemed to be stuck, and then, finally, he began to speak. He was hurt … but not for the reasons I thought he would be. He didn’t care that I wrote the story or published it or that our friends and family would potentially read it some day. He didn’t feel that I portrayed him unfairly or as a bad person.

He was hurt because he could see that his behavior over the years has hurt me. He said that none of it was really news, but he didn’t realize all of it. He said that when he looks at me, he gets aroused, and now he’s never going to do that without thinking that he might be causing me discomfort.

A lump formed in my throat, my stomach felt green. I didn’t mean for him to feel bad… I didn’t mean for him change anything.

Wait. Didn’t I?

These things I wrote, they’re what I’ve wanted to say to him, what I’ve been afraid to let him know all these years. Maybe this was good. Maybe this was the pain of growth.

But there was a fight raging in my head. I did want change, but the pull to fix it, to do anything, say anything, was still building. “I wrote that I get uncomfortable, yes, but I also wrote that part of me likes it and is flattered by it.”

My words didn’t comfort him. They didn’t comfort me either. I should’ve said these things sooner. If I had only been able to be honest for the past 22 years, we would’ve worked through this and created healthy patterns, healthy boundaries together. We’d be in a different, healthier, place now.

That’s not what happened though, and “should-ing” on myself wasn’t going to change the fact that we were now sitting in our dining room staring at my lap top with tears in our eyes.

The floor felt like it was dropping out from under me. I couldn’t help but feel responsible for the whole thing. My head traced everything back to me. And then I stopped. I just stopped.

That need to fix it, need to be responsible, is an old pattern worn deep into my heart, but I’ve since built a powerful network of healthy alternatives, including self-love and self-respect, and now they actually kicked in.

Life is a journey; we can only do what we can do when we can do it. I wasn’t capable of doing this, being this honest, having this much courage all those years ago. It took me 22 years to get to this point. That wasn’t me just being a jackass, that was me learning new skills and wrestling with all the old ones.

I’ve always been ready to take the blame if it kept the peace, another of my negative patterns. In this case, though, yes, much of it could be traced back to me and my dysfunction, but it could also be traced back to him. He’s in control of himself. I may not have been completely open and honest, but he wasn’t completely open to listening either.

Blame doesn’t matter, but knowing how we each contributed to this negative pattern will help us move forward and grow stronger, together.

We talked for hours. And in the days that followed, we talked more. He’s unsure of his movements. He said he doesn’t know how to read me, after all these years. He said that I can read him like a book; I know when something is on his mind even before he does, but he’s just realizing that he really doesn’t know how to interpret my body language, my expressions, the tone of my voice.

“I have a lot to learn,” he said, “and I just don’t know where to begin.”

“I know I can’t do this for you,” I said, even though every part of me wanted to. “All I can do is continue to be honest.”

I haven’t let him read anything else yet, but it’s coming. I have to let it all loose. Reality isn’t erased because I don’t say it. I have to love myself enough. I have to trust that he loves me enough, and that we’ll make it through these bumps like we’ve made it through all the others.

I’m grateful that I took this leap. It was time. For better or worse, as they say. We can take this pain and grow together, or we can take it and grow apart. We really do have that choice. We all do.

ANDREW GALLIX

These pictures I took in New Orleans ten years ago appeared as a centrespread in the third issue of Utahna Faith‘s Wild Strawberries (June 2005):

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