#smokestack lightning

[dollzstrology]

𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃… Good Lovin’

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆… Elijah “Smoke” Moore

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆… Tomorrow ᝰ June 24th

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒… Smoke stops by your shop, coming to check on you and the baby. After he’s there for a while you realize he’s here for more than a welfare check, he interested in what’s between your thighs.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓… Explicit ᝰ smut + fluff, fem!reader, spiritual!reader [hoodoo], envisioned as black!reader while writing, established relationship [married couple], pregnancy sex, 1930’s time period.

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𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄… fic is now posted

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[artsninspo]

So today I learned from a Mississippi man on tiktok that Howlin' Wolf's music was used in sinners. He's a huge figure in blues music and his most popular song is called Smokestack Lightning. Ryan is such a genius. Sinners is a masterpiece.

I feel like K-dot and Ryan Coogler are cousins with how they prepare and present their multilayered art.

[rastronomicals]

9:56 AM EDT April 8, 2025:

Howlin' Wolf - "Smokestack Lightning" From the album The Chess Story Vol. 10 (1973)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Blues

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[myimaginaryradio]

Smokestack Lightning - Howlin' Wolf

[psychedelic-soul]

The Distortions - “Smokestack Lightning”

[mydadlistenstothis]

New podcast episode is up! This week, is all that glitters really gold? Tune in to find out as we explore the sometimes heavily lifted from other artists music of Led Zeppelin

[omercifulheaves]

Howlin' Wolf - Smokestack Lightning

[krispyweiss]

Darkstarathon Ep. 6 Crashes

The thing about experiments is they don’t always pan out. And a bunch of musicians getting together for the first time and trying to conjure groupthink on demand is the very example of experimentation.

For Episode 6 of Phil Lesh’s ongoing “Darkstarathon,” the former Grateful Dead bassist was accompanied by North Mississippi All Stars Luther (guitar) and Cody (drums) Dickinson; guitarists Stu Allen and Grahame Lesh; pianist Holly Bowling; and singer Elliott Peck. And despite the massive combination of talent in the kitchen, their stew was thin and unsatisfying.

More riffing than jamming, more noodling than steering toward a musical finish line, the hourlong session is punctuated by long stretches of wordless sound - not necessarily a bad thing, but boring in this case - interrupted by such vocal train wrecks as “Viola Lee Blues,” “China Doll” and a turgid “Smokestack Lightning.”

“(Turn on Your) Lovelight” and “Deep Elem Blues,” sung by Peck and Luther Dickinson, respectively, are simply amateurish, though Bowling, as has often happened in these Clubhouse Sessions, in again in top form.

Lesh the elder had a good idea in putting this group together. The experiment, unfortunately, didn’t pan out as expected.

Read Sound Bites’ previous “Darkstarathon” coverage here.

8/2/24

[britrockaholic2]

David Bowie - The Jean Genie (TOTP: 4th January 1973)

"Without voiceover, rare TOTP performance which was recently rediscovered and shown for the first time since 1973 on the 2011 TOTP2 Christmas Special."

[ghwosty]

I would like to make sweet tender love to Chris Cornell's voice

[maythray]

the girlies on tumblr love it when i make objectum posts apparently 😊

[dollzstrology]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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[chromehoney]

drabble — “playground rules.” smokestack twins! x black!brat!curvy!fem!reader

You were feeling yourself today. A little gloss, a little waist, and way too much attitude. “I know y’all not mad ‘cause I didn’t answer the phone,” you say, slouched pretty on the couch, acrylics dancing as you scroll your feed like they’re lucky you even showed up. “Y’all act like I don’t got options. Like I ain’t the one lettin’ y’all touch all this—”

You motion toward your thighs with a dramatic roll of the eyes, legs crossed like a goddess at rest, but your smirk is damn near evil.

Stack’s posted by the kitchen, chewing on a toothpick, and every time you look at him he’s grinning like he’s about to do something illegal. Which, knowing him, he is.

“Keep talkin’,” he says, low and with a shake of his head. “You cute as hell, but your mouth gettin’ a little too grown.” “That so?” you purr, not even looking up. “Then maybe y’all ain’t built for me. I need grown men, not two hood twins with matching tempers.”

Stack lets out a bark of a laugh. “She said hood twins, bro.”

Smoke’s sitting on the arm of the opposite chair, legs spread wide, blunt tucked behind his ear. He hasn’t said much, but you feel his eyes on you heavy—quiet and dangerous. The kind of silence that makes the room feel hotter.

“You keep pokin’ the fire,” Smoke murmurs finally, voice like molasses, “then act surprised when it burns you.” You shrug like it’s nothing. “I’m just sayin’. Y’all lucky I even came over tonight. Coulda been laid up with—”

“Don’t finish that,” Stack cuts in, stepping forward. “Don’t even try me.”

You tilt your head, slow and smug, and flash that bratty little smile that gets you in trouble every time. “Tryin’ you would mean I think you can keep up.”That’s when the mood shifts—quick and charged, like lightning before a storm. You feel it crawl up your skin.

Stack’s already pacing, pulling his shirt off like he’s ready to prove a point with his hands, not his words. And Smoke—still calm—lights the lighter in one smooth flick, eyes locked on you, reading you like a sin he already forgave.

You sit there in the plush of your attitude, legs crossed and mouth twisted, daring either of them to say something slick. Stack’s already pacing like a caged pitbull, his grill flashing every time he smirks your way, tongue licking over a gold tooth like he could bite into you if you let him.

“You real loud for somebody sittin’ pretty with not a damn thing to back it up,” Stack mutters, his voice thick with that wild-boy heat. He’s got his shirt half off again, tattoos on display like threats. “Wanna run that mouth, baby girl? Say less.”

But Smoke—your other problem—gets up out the chair and leans on the wall like he ain’t even in the same room, fingers lazily flipping a lighter open and closed. Calm. Dangerous in a whole different way. His eyes skim over you once, slow and knowing, and you feel it low, like he’s already mapped out exactly how you’re gonna fold.

“You done, Stack?” he says finally, smooth voice coasting across the tension like velvet. “She just want attention. She bratty, not stupid.”

“Oh, she?” you bark back, grinning, sharp. “She’s right here. And she’s bored.” Stack’s across the room in two steps, grabbing you by the thigh, dragging your chair toward him so fast it screeches. “Keep actin’ bored, baby,” he growls, “see how long we let you talk.”

But Smoke’s already behind you now, fingertips dragging up your shoulder, brushing your neck like silk. His breath kisses your ear. “Don’t worry, mamas,” he hums. “We gon’ make sure you remember which one of us breaks you… and which one makes you beg.”

And just like that, your little bratty spell cracks—body caught between fire and smoke, between wild and controlled. Stack’s hand gripping tighter, Smoke’s palm settling low on your belly, grounding you. “You playin’ with both of us now,” Smoke whispers. “Playground rules, mama,” Stack adds. “You act up, you get double.”

And your thighs—traitors that they are—press tight. Because you love rules. Especially the ones you get to break.

this is lowkey asssss… but idk i kinda like it.

@cursed-carmine for the dividers.

[rastronomicals]

8:45 AM EST February 24, 2025:

The Yardbirds - "Smokestack Lightning" From the album BBC Sessions (1997)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[myimaginaryradio]

Smokestack Lightning- Howlin' Wolf