#performance schedule

[thedaveandkimmershow]

When Linzy's performing schedule first started rolling post-pandemic, it was summer that tended to be the gravitational center of her scheduled gigs.

This year, summer was good...

But not this good. Fall and winter are turning downright busy.

Did I say turning?

I mean they are downright busy.

Here's what's ahead for the remainder of 2024, split between her winery/cafe gigs where she performs as Linzy Collins, then Dream Patrol, then Midnight High, then The Little Lies PNW.

OCTOBER

Tuesday, October 22 DREAM PATROL Sunset Tavern, Ballard Show starts at 8p

Friday, October 25 LINZY COLLINS Tsillan Cellars, Woodinville 5-7p

Wednesday, October 30 LINZY COLLINS Palisade Restaurant, Seattle 6-930p

NOVEMBER 

Saturday, November 2 THE LITTLE LIES PNW Clearwater Casino, Suquamish 7p

Friday, November 8 LINZY COLLINS Tsillan Cellars 5-7p

Saturday, November 9 THE LITTLE LIES PNW Apex Everett 7p

Tuesday, November 12 LINZY COLLINS Palisade Restaurant, Seattle  6-930p

Friday, November 15 LINZY COLLINS The Cottage, Bothell 6-9p

Saturday, November 23 Midnight High (opening for Smokey Brights) Tractor Tavern, Seattle 830p

Friday, November 29 LINZY COLLINS Palisade Restaurant, Seattle  6-10p

DECEMBER 

Tuesday/Wednesday, December 3/4 THE LITTLE LIES PNW Aladdin Theater, Portland 8p both nights 

Friday, December 6 LINZY COLLINS Palisade Restaurant, Seattle 6-10p

Wednesday, December 11 THE LITTLE LIES PNW Moore Theater, Seattle 8p

Friday, December 13 LINZY COLLINS Palisade Restaurant, Seattle 6-10p

Tuesday, December 17 LINZY COLLINS Palisade Restaurant, Seattle 6-930p

Friday, December 20 LINZY COLLINS The Cottage, Bothell 6p

Friday, December 27 LINZY COLLINS Willows Lodge, Woodinville 6-830p

Saturday, December 28 THE LITTLE LIES PNW (co-headlining with Queen Mother) Neumos, Seattle  8p

Tuesday, December 31 Young-Chhaylee, Craig Suede, Reuben Woodruff, Linzy Collins TBA

So yeah.

Seriously, it's packed. Linzy won't even consider booking another Dream Patrol gig until February, maybe later, since January features separate Little Lies road gigs to Los Angeles and then to San Francisco.

Or vice versa. 

Probably vice versa.

Anyway, that's what's on the schedule right now, peppered in and around her day job as a private music teacher whose students and their families show up to all her winery/cafe gigs and all the gigs that aren't 21+.

Yeah.

Look who's making it as a professional musician. ☺️

[senipsenipsenip]

The Pines family sat at the table, quietly eating their breakfast, when Mabel slammed her hands on the table and shouted “KERMIT THE FROG”.

Dipper leapt forward to right his orange juice glass, gathering nearby napkins to sop up the puddle. “What?”

“Kermit the frog! He plays the banjo!”

“Yyyyes?”

Ford raised his hand. “Who’s Kermit the Frog?”

Stan snapped his head up from his plate. “Who’s Kermit the Frog? The Muppets, Pointdexter, you were around for The Muppet Show. They had a movie and everything.”

Ford frowned. “Muppets.”

“Yeah, they’re a riot! There’s this bear whose got some great puns and this pig who really know how to throw a punch. You’d love it, they’ve even got a scientist!”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize you were such a fan of children’s television.”

“Children?!”

Dipper stirred his cereal. “I’m just impressed you remember all that. Yesterday you forgot you were married.”

“That’s because The Muppets are forever!” Mabel exclaimed.

“Wait, Stanley you were married?”

“Yep. Twice. Actually, unless I’m forgetting a divorce, I might still be married.”

“You didn’t,” Mabel chirped. “I’d have it on my Romance Chart if you did. You’ve missed a lot of anniversaries.”

“So has he!” Stan argued. “I’m not the only bad husband here!”

Ford spluttered. “Husband?”

Dipper frowned. “I think we’re getting a little too far away from why Mabel screamed Kermit the Frog and knocked my orange juice over.”

Mabel nodded. “Right, so, I was thinking of Mr. McGucket -

“Stanley you have a husband?“

“I was thinking of Mr. McGucket,” Mabel interrupted. “And how he could maybe help around the Shack. And he plays banjo! He could play banjo and people could put money in his lil banjo case like a real musician.”

At the mention of money, Stan leaned forward.

“But like, no one knows banjo music,” Mabel continued. “So I was like, maybe pop hits banjo? But then BOOM! Kermit the Frog! People love that frog. He could play the rainbow song. He’d be a hit!”

“Interesting,” Stan muttered. “Preying on people’s nostalgia to milk them for cash. I love it!”

Ford hummed. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea, Mabel. Activities like playing musical instruments have been proven to help patients with Alzheimers and dementia. Not that Fiddleford’s condition has the same root cause, but it may prove beneficial to memory recovery.”

“Eugh, don’t ruin this for me.”

“If playing an instrument helps with memory loss, maybe Grunkle Stan should learn an instrument,” Dipper suggested.

“Ooo!” Mabel squealed. “What about guitar? Or the piano? OH!” She clutched Stan’s arm with a fervor. “The triangle!”

Ford grimaced. “Maybe not that one.”

“Sorry, kid. I’m not exactly a music guy,” Stan shrugged out of Mabel’s grasp. “Let’s leave that to the professionals.”

Mabel frowned, but let the topic go.

Ford stood from the table. “Well, I happen to be visiting Fiddleford this afternoon. I can broach the topic and see what he thinks.”

Fiddleford, as it turns out, loved the idea. To the surprise of everyone, Fiddleford admitted that he had always wanted to play in a jugband when he was younger, but could never get over his stage fright enough to audition for the local band. Then he went off to college and then…everything else.

“Maybe I zapped away that scared bit enough to play!” he had cackled, knocking at the side of his head with his knuckles.

It was settled. “Fiddlin’ Fridays at the Mystery Shack with Fiddleford McGucket”. Dipper tried to point out the title didn’t make sense since it was a banjo, not a fiddle. Stan argued that “customers are suckers for alliteration”. The set up was just Fiddleford dragging an old rocking chair onto the porch and opening up his banjo case. Mabel had made a large glittery banner, but it was quickly absconded by Fiddleford’s raccoon.

“Tell your wife to give me back my banner!” Mabel had yelled, chasing the raccoon into the bushes.

“Ex-wife,” Fiddleford sighed sadly. “Apparently I was too emotionally available.”

Ford pulled at his hair. “Did everyone get married without telling me?”

“Excuse me?” A voice piped up. Fiddleford and Ford turned to see a little boy standing at the bottom of the porch. He was dressed in hiking clothes that were obviously new. In the distance, a young woman was unstrapping a baby from its seat in an SUV. Obviously city folk coming to the “wilderness” for the first time.

“Are you a real hillbilly?” The boy asked. Suddenly the door slammed open, Mr. Mystery striding through, eyepatch in place.

“Sure is!” Stan grinned. “Our very own genuine hillbilly just waiting to play you a tune! All you gotta do is put some of your mom’s money in his case there.”

The little boy’s eyes widened, turning around to race towards his mother.

“Stanley,” Ford admonished. “Fiddleford isn’t some show monkey to throw money at.”

“During work hours he is.” Stan turned to Fiddleford. “So, did Mabel teach you that song she was so excited about?”

Fiddleford sat frozen, watching the little boy yank at his mothers pants to try and get her attention, the baby beginning to fuss.

“Well…” Fiddleford cleared his throat. “Some good news and bad news fellas.”

Ford furrowed his brows. “What is it?”

“Good news is, my mind ain’t all broken.” Fiddleford hugged his banjo and turned to look up at Ford. “Bad news is I knows it ‘cause I still got stage fright.”

Stan scoffed. “Stage fright? C’mon it’s one kid and a couple o’ city slickers who would probably think you playing three wrong notes and spitting is ‘authentic’.”

“Stanley, be supportive.”

“I am! Look I’ve been at this job forever. All you gotta do is smile and if something goes wrong, you blame a ghost or something. They eat that up.”

Fiddleford shook his head. “But this is music. If’n I mess up music, ‘specially somethin’ they know. Music is real special to people, I can’t spoil it.”

Ford knelt down next to Fiddleford’s chair. “You don’t have to play that song Fiddleford. You don’t have to play at all.”

Fiddleford looked anxiously between Ford and the family. It seemed the little boy had finally gotten his mother’s attention and was excitedly pointing toward the porch.

“I…” Fiddleford shook his head. “I can’t let the little ‘uns down. ‘Specially not those ones.” As he said this, he gestured with his chin towards the other end of the porch where Dipper and Mabel sat bickering in lawn chairs. Mabel had returned from her raccoon chase covered in twigs and holding a surprisingly docile raccoon. Dipper was leaning away from the pair while trying to convince Mabel to stop feeding it gummy worms before it developed a taste for human food and tried breaking into the Shack.

Ford's gaze drifted to the twins. "Alright," he relented. "But you still don't have to play Mabel's song."

Fiddleford bowed his head.

"Yet!" Ford offered. "Not yet. She'll understand I'm sure."

Fiddleford frowned, looking unconvinced.

"Of course not yet!" Stan interjected. "You can't go playing the grand finale right out of the gate! You gotta warm 'em up first, keep 'em wanting more." Stan slapped his hand on Fiddleford's back. "If you give 'em what they want right away, they won't come back! Hold that one off until tomorrow or...uh...next week. Tease it or something."

Stan had started rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand as he spoke, a tell Ford was quick to recognize. It was the same one he did when he would "begrudgingly" let Mabel choose the movie for movie night or let Dipper rope him into another game of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. Covering the most vulnerable part of his body while he let his emotions go soft.

Fiddleford seemed to perk up at Stan's words.

"Well," Fiddleford offered. "I do know some proper jugband music. Only, it don't have the same ring to it without a jug."

"We've got a jug!" Mabel cheered from the other side of the porch. It seemed the raccoon argument had reached enough of a truce that the twins were once again paying attention to the concert. "I used to keep pond water in it, it's in the kitchen!" She hopped off of her chair, lugging the racoon along with her like it was a rather expensive lap cat.

Dipper followed her. "Why did you have a jug of pond water?"

"Because, dummy, if I met a frog prince he would need something in the shack to remind him of home."

"Aren't you supposed to turn him into a person though?"

Whatever Mabel's retort was to be was cut off by the door swinging shut.

"There ya go," Stan grumbled. "You're getting your jug. Just in time too." He gestured toward the SUV. The mother was walking toward the Shack, one hand holding the baby, the other gripping tightly to the little boy's hand. The little boy gripped a few dollars in his fist, eyes alight with excitement.

Fiddleford looked frantic. "I can't sing and play the jug at the same time!" He gripped at his hat, pulling it down over his ears.

Ford sighed. "Then don't play the jug."

"It won't be the same!" Fiddleford shook his head. "A jugband without a jug that's...that's like a body with no heartbeat!"

The door swung open and Mabel emerged with an old ceramic jug.

"Here it is!" she exclaimed. "And it only sort of smells like pond scum."

"I don't think that will be necessary," Ford smiled gently. "It seems Fiddleford can't play both simultaneously."

Mabel frowned. "But it's a jugband. It's in the name!"

"How about we wait another day," Ford offered, patting Fiddleford awkwardly on the back. "Maybe someone in town will join you."

"Oh for Pete's sake, give it to me." Stan snatched the jug out Mabel's hand, sniffing at the top and giving a grimace.

Fiddleford stopped pulling at his hat, peeking out from under the brim. "You'll play?"

Stan grunted. "I'm not missing out on good money just because you have a case of the heebie jeebies. Besides, how hard can it be? It's like blowing on the top of a beer...er...I mean soda bottle."

Dipper crossed his arms. "Grunkle Stan, we know what beer is."

"Not from me you don't."

Mabel squealed. "It's happening! Grunkle Stan is learning an instrument!"

"It's not an instrument, Pumpkin. It's dishware."

"It's a scrapbookortunity!"

Mabel dashed into the house once more, leaving Dipper to grin at their Grunkle Stan.

The family was only a few yards away now. Fiddleford looked between Stan, Ford, and Dipper, and straightened up in his seat.

"Alright. Alright!" He clapped his hands together. "Stanley, you get down here with me, otherwise your feet are gonna get mighty sore from standing." He yanked at Stanley's hand until he sat beside the rocking chair with a grumble.

"Now when I tap my foot," Fiddleford instructed. "You blow on the jug. One short note at a time." Fiddleford tapped his foot in demonstration. "You got that?"

Stanley rolled his eyes. "Gee, I don't know. Seems pretty complicated for the guy without a PhD."

Mabel burst through the door, camera clutched in her hands. "Got it!"

"Excuse me?"

The little boy stood on the porch, approaching the banjo case with far more trepidation than before. Eyes darting between the assembly, he dropped a few dollars in the case.

"Is this enough to play a song?"

Fiddleford didn't bother looking at the money. He turned his gaze to Stanley, who shrugged and raised the jug to his lips.

Fiddleford grinned. "You know ‘Boodle Am Shake’?"

The little boy shook his head.

"Well you're about to!" And with that he was off.

By Fiddleford's standards, it wasn't a horribly complicated tune. Ford had heard him pluck out more complex riffs while waiting for the coffee pot in their dorm room to brew. But Fiddleford was smiling. His shoulders had dropped from around his ears, and he was nodding at the little boy to tap his feet along with him. Ford hid his smile behind his hands as he watched Stanley, eyes focused on Fiddleford's bare foot with as much attention as one would give to diffusing a bomb. Next to him, Mabel was snapping pictures of the pair. Dipper stood on his other side, wearing the small smile he tended to get when feeling introspective. Ford laid his hand on Dipper's shoulder, and Dipper leaned into the touch.

The mother was smiling at her little boy, her baby having finally stopped fussing. Maybe it wasn't the grand attraction Mabel had planned, but Ford thought it was worth far more than those few dollars anyway. Nothing could be worth more than his family standing around him, his closest friend singing again.

I know this song, it don't mean a doggone thing. Just do that good old Charleston swing. When you sing...

[shadyhouse]

if anyone is able to help me out i'd appreciate it, im still broke as hell. this month has been really difficult for me. i worked a total of 5 days all month and my bank account is in the negatives again after paying bills and getting some living essentials. i dont know how im going to pay my rent like this. i applied to a financial relief fund from a local trans advocacy group but it's going to be a few weeks until anything comes from that. if you have literally anything to spare it would help me out a lot 😭🙏 i feel bad ive been asking for help so often and i know everyone is struggling, im working on getting my life back in order but everything fucking sucks and is difficult right now :( even just spreading this is a huge help

pp: paypal.me/bewearrr vnm: tobias_leviathan

thank you 💕💕

[funfactory]

seoyeon ♡ talk&talk (210905)

[black-klok-youth-pastor]

Alright we are roughly 24 hours away from Dethklok finally reaching Europe (which I totally caused BTW!!!1 /j), with the first one being especially exciting since it’s actually in Scandinavia!...more specifically Denmark.

Would've loved to gone to Copenhell, especially since they have really good accessibility tickets, but alas it's on the same day as my sister's 21st birthday so planning a big Europe trip was not in the cards.

So now we're in suspense from afar. Will Skwisgaar conquer his prejudice of the "Dutch"? Will any of them even learn the difference between the Danes and the Dutch, including themselves judging by how the Queen of Denmark gave Murderface a manuscript from a Dutch poet that one time? Will we finally get an explanation for why there's a Dannebrog amongst Toki's chicken wings (even if it's just "Toki ran out of flags")?!!

Will Charles Offdensen address the allegations already?!!!

[jakeperalta]

Kelsea Ballerini performing 'White Christmas' on Little Big Town's Christmas at the Opry (requested by anon)

[bossthebicon]

I know I shouldn't even care about dumb shit like this but this is how you realize how toxic thai entertainment is to always require pairings to be together 24/7 bc what DO YOU MEAN there's people saying offgun are breaking up just bc they haven't hung out much in the past month??? let's ignore the fact that they just went to chiang mai together & got matching bracelets at a temple for a sec... they literally just announced a european tour for october, are about to start filming burnout syndrome & literally have a variety show ep dropping this week??? we clearly have very different definitions of "breaking up" lmaooo

[leons-art-pit]

After two weeks of work I've finally finished this animatic!!

It's based off the fic "Power Instability" by Spookybee03201 on AO3 (TW for Major Character Death)

this fic wrecked me, but i adore it, so I'm very happy to finally be able to share this! if MCD is something you're okay reading, then I would highly recommend it!

my wonderful friend Tea coloured the hug shown in the beginning HERE if you need some comfort after all this hurt <33

[agerasiaa]

legacy? no babe, that’s just the trauma pipeline with extra steps. and lifelong performance review I never asked for

[hrtzbeat]

decided to join @cephalotyrant 's trilling concerto event with rei!!

(details under here if ur interested):

[eyeballs-in-my-head]

Comic Posting Yupii

Part 1/2 bc of the picture limit </3

Part 2 in the rbs 🫶

Maybe he should've thought twice before making jokes in front of someone who's been conditioned into following orders his whole life but🤷

What do I know, I'm just the writer🤕

Btw no, neither of them are serious, and Pup knows that<3

[theskatingarchive]

hi everyone, my plan for worlds is to post the top ten of each segment in each discipline as well as maybe some other stand outs, if there is a skater you would like to see regardless of their placements just let me know

[felicitykings]

He deserved it. And so does Audrey. She deserves everything she's gonna get.

AGATHA CHRISTIE'S MARPLE (2004-2013) ↳ Towards Zero (2007)

[shineemoon]

240405 ChannelNewsAsia K-pop group SHINee’s leader Onew and Hong Kong actress Charmaine Sheh are among some of the international stars who will take to the stage at this year’s Star Awards on Apr 21. Mediacorp unveiled the lineup of hosts, performers and award presenters for the Star Awards 2024, which will be held at the Theatre at Mediacorp, in a press release on Friday (Apr 5). K-pop idol Onew will be a guest performer and an award presenter, while Taiwanese singer Chao Chuan will also be stepping into the spotlight to perform. The SA2024 live show and Walk of Fame will air on Mediacorp Entertainment YouTube Channel. (Source)

[funfactory]

chaeyoung ♡ supersonic encore (240820)

[xincountry]

i genuinely need to be sedated hello. do you see this. are you seeing this. the flower. the (unpictured) matching ponytails. I have a vision. i

(the cards are from new year's akito/4th anni toya on jpsekai)