#thunderbox

[coco9728]

Thunderfam!!!

I give you...

Thunderbox 2

Based of the TOS TB2!

Made using an old shoe box, coloured paper, tape, glue and scissors!

I created a lid for the box and detachable wings for easy storage!

The box is currently in my cupboard storeing my Thunderbirds DVD collection! 😁💚

[rolandrockover]

She-Jesus

Early Kiss and Humble Pie.

I think it's as inseparable as the proverbial meat and potatoes that Gene persistently propagates. Which of the two bands represents the meat and which the deliciously versatile spuds is something I don't want to rack my brains over today (1).

On Dressed to Kill (1975), which is downright bursting with carbohydrates and meaty bites, you can of course also find an unmistakably larger, somewhat harder to stomach chunk, namely She. But there's also a little something more attached to it, with which I have Humble Pie's Groovin' With Jesus (1974) in mind.

All the food aside, I think the commitment of these two can be pinned down most quickly in the middle part of She, you know, where the bass line begins with the build-up to the guitar solo, because this is hardly anything other than a variant of the rhythm section of Groovin' With Jesus, an impression that of course shimmers out more or less in the course of the musical progression. (2) Almost like like a piece of boiled beef in the middle of a stew simmering away.

And yes, I guess you could indeed say that Kiss are also like a good hearty soup. What other band can make that claim?

Side Note:

(1) On the other hand, I'm looking forward to talking a bit more about vegetables when it's time again to talk about The Elder (1981) or Revenge (1992) or something.

(2) And certainly no less inspired the Beastie Boys later on, but that doesn't really belong here... unless Kiss themselves had borrowed from the Beastie Boys in the 80s. I should probably listen to their debut album again. I mean, you never know, they also got Aerosmith and Run DMC.

One link is highlighted, the other is not:

Groovin' With Jesus (1974)

She (1975)

[clairehoneybee]

The Lost Gardens of Heligan

I had the opportunity to visit the legendary gardens, The Lost Gardens of Heligan, in the Spring of 2023, located near St. Austell, Cornwall. One of Europe’s largest garden restoration projects, and on the bucket list for any adventurous gardener, Heligan (means willow tree) is one of the most fascinating estates in England. Also named the garden of the year in 2018 by the BBC, the weather was…

[tenth-sentence]

They are square, clean, made of solid wood, closed in, and with a really comfortable seat.

"All Quiet on the Western Front" - Erich Maria Remarque

[in1-nutshell]

And a conversation between Deadloop and Starscream? Hello, how are you by the way?

I'm doing good thanks for asking!

In a nutshell...

Deadloop just minding his own business. Starscream coming from out of the darkness of the hallway: Deadloop. Deadloop internally gets ready to deal with Screamer.: Starscream. Starscream: "That's Lord Starscream." Deadloop looking him up and down: "I don't see no crown or Megatron's helm on a spike, so I am not calling you that." Starscream flexing his taloned servos: "I'd watch what you say Deadloop, or did your time on this mud ball of a planet corrode your circuitry?" Deadloop mockingly bows: "Forgive me Lord Starscream. Why don't I make it up to you?" Starscream: "Go on." Deadloop: "I think I spotted a crown you'd like near the old thunderbox a couple klicks from here. Why don't I send you the coordinates so you can see for yourself?" Starscream thinking he might have finally broken Deadloop: "Go on then. Send them." Deadloop smirking a bit sending him the coordinates to a taco bell restroom: "Coordiantes are locked. Good luck crown hunting Lord Starscream."

thunderbox: toilet

[vinylspinning]

Humble Pie: As Safe as Yesterday Is (1969)

In August of 1969, a strangely appointed LP made to resemble a stamped, somewhat worse-for-wear post office parcel, and mysteriously addressed As Safe as Yesterday Is, was delivered to British record stores by an as-yet-unknown quartet of "mailmen."

Dubbed Humble Pie in reference to their fresh and still uncertain new start, they were one of history's first supergroups and consisted of singer and guitarist Steve Marriott (ex-Small Faces), guitarist and vocalist Peter Frampton (ex-The Herd), bassist and vocalist Greg Ridley (ex-Spooky Tooth), plus 17-year-old drummer Jerry Shirley.

I recounted their story in the virtual pages of Ultimate Classic Rock, several years ago ...

Originally conceived as a Frampton vehicle that Marriott couldn’t resist joining himself, they signed to Andrew Loog Oldham’s Immediate Records and saw their first single, "Natural Born Bugie" [SIC], zoom to No. 4 in the U.K. charts.

Then, this full-length latched onto that slipstream and into the Top 40 — its title coyly reassuring fans of the musicians' past exploits that things were just as they expected, before revealing Humble Pie still intended to shake things up, ring their necks, and bring them to their feet.

Yes, the group remained committed to exploring their American blues influences, but, like Led Zeppelin and the Jeff Beck Group, they took them into overdrive with amplified heavy rockers like "Buttermilk Boy," "Bang!," and "A Nifty Little Number Like You."

In fact, after a lengthy sitar intro, the Frampton-sung "I'll Go Alone" rather brazenly co-opted and slowed down the "Communication Breakdown" riff unveiled that January; but, given how often Jimmy Page ripped off Marriott's Small Faces (hello!), the two men were now probably even.

Steve and Peter also briefly revisited their shared mod/psych past on "Stick Shift," loaded up slow-burning fare like the title track and "What You Will" with soulful, sacred organ, and stripped their sound down to folksy acoustics on "Alabama '69" and "Growing Closer."

(The latter, incidentally, was composed by Small Faces piano player Ian McLagan and harbored a lilting flute that verged on Jethro Tull, but appeared only on U.K. pressings, replacing "Natural Born Bugie," which was included in U.S. pressings.)

Clearly, here was a foursome that was either confident or reckless enough to do whatever they pleased, and they proved it by following The Band and other roots revivalists a little too far on the same year's sophomore, stylistic dead-end, Town and Country.

But there was no mistaking Humble Pie's hard rock aspirations on this debut, though I can't tell if Rolling Stone reviewer Mike Saunders was heaping scorn or praise when he made one of the first known mentions of the term "heavy metal" in print, as follows:

"Here they were a noisy, un-melodic, heavy metal-leaden shit-rock band, with the loud and noisy parts beyond doubt."

Maybe it was Humble Pie's cover of Steppenwolf's "Desperation" at the top of this LP that helped establish the connection, but maybe not, because the same writer would later front Californian punk band Angry Samoans as 'Metal' Mike Saunders.

In any case, there was nothing truly "safe" about Humble Pie, who thankfully survived their back-to-the-country sojourn and returned hitting harder than ever to ignite the early '70s, as this amazing visual evidence will attest.

More Humble Pie: Humble Pie, Rock On, Performance: Rockin’ the Fillmore, Smokin’, Eat It, Thunderbox, Street Rats.

[triste-guillotine]

REMMIRATH "Shambhala Vril Saucers" Full-length album 2014

1. Tiger of the City 2. Shambhala Vril Saucers 3. The Gunfighter's Quest for Enlightenment 4. Fox Cooper 5. Iram of the Pillars 6. The Coming of Kalki

"Revolt is possible Even if standing among ruins I choose to ride the tiger During Kali-Yuga, Le roi du monde is hidden I ride the tiger of the city and try to keep my pride Vigilant, insomniac rationality engendering descartean Godzillas In temples of postmodern debris The proof of the proof is not to be found In the narcissistic swamp of Generation Y I wait for the morning of the magicians Escape the rhizome dreamworld The world holds nothing we could pity Toss it down and rebuild The golden land of the giants Tiger of the city Growl in the neon light Tiger of the city Break the chains of the night"

Recorded during 2013-2014 in various places of Bratislava. All lyrics by As. All music by As & Remmirath.

As - vocals, guitar, keyboards, melodica, glockenspiel, thunderbox HV - guitar, acoustic guitar, backing vocals, jaw harp Peter - bass guitar, claves, maracas, percussion AE - effects, tingsha, throat chanting Zrzo - drums

▶︎ Shambhala Vril Saucers | Remmirath (bandcamp.com)

[karmajamie]

Thunderbox

One of the many problems with using euphemistic language is that the euphemism eventually just becomes the new word for the thing. We can't use "ejaculated" as a dialogue tag anymore because that's just the normal word for nutting. We can't refer to a dialogue as an "intercourse" anymore because that's just the normal word for fucking.

[maximuswolf]

Thunderbox - She Spins Around [Folk Rock] (1999)

Thunderbox - She Spins Around [Folk Rock] (1999) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-isi8wxb8Rk Submitted December 19, 2024 at 03:31PM by Longjumping_Cod_8354 https://ift.tt/4lP9L8y via /r/Music

[helloharuo-rocka-rolla]

𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗲 May1974 Front cover: Neil Diamond ⁡ 主な内容： 「聖なる館」を後にし���レッドツェッペリンのこれからを探る グレーススリック、「オカルト」を語る スティーブマリオットが明かした「サンダーボックス」の本当に意味 遂に大英帝国に現れた戦慄の救世主、クイーン 始めて（X）初めて明るみに出た事実！ウィンターファミリーの呪われた血 ⁡ Main contents: Exploring what’s next for Led Zeppelin after leaving ‘The Sacred House / Houses Of The Holy’. ⁡ Grace Slick talks about ‘occult’ ⁡ Steve Marriott reveals what ‘Thunderbox’ really means ⁡ Queen, the shivering saviour of the British Empire at last ⁡ Facts were coming to light for the first time! The cursed blood of the Winter Family ⁡ #musiclifemagazine #ミュージックライフ #シンコーミュージック #helloharuo

[coco9728]

Coco's flying out to her first rescue!

She was so well behaved for this photo shoot.

[hard-rock-music]

Thunderbox - 1993 Demo - 30th Anniversary Remix 2024

A Rock Band playing 80’s – Now…All in the style & feel of 80’s rock music with stage presence/great sound and High Energy vetrans of the Chicago rock .. Continue reading Thunderbox – 1993 Demo – 30th Anniversary Remix 2024

[testormblog]

Snakes, Agents of the Devil

From the moment I walked, Mother constantly warned me to watch out for snakes.  Every time I stepped outside, I scanned the ground for the slithery blighters.  Bing, my dog, was always hyper alert too.  He, a Fox Terrier, was a brilliant snake dog.  During our wanderings in the bush, he and I often saw the treacherous creatures.  When one slithered our way, he’d skirt around it then fearlessly attack it side on.  He’d bite its body and shake it violently until it died.

Snakes were a daily threat to everybody’s existence.  Even so, I only remember dogs and cats dying from snake bites, not any people.  To be honest, humans created the problem.  Our habitation of the area had brought farms, chook houses and rainwater tanks.  Mice and rats thrived on the grain stored to feed livestock and chickens.  The frogs happily spawned in the poorly maintained rainwater tanks.  Thus, with mice, rats, eggs, chicks and frogs on the menu, the snakes fed well and bred accordingly.  We also built them warm places to hide and hibernate for the winters.  Our wooden barns and houses weren’t snake proof.  The snakes found gaps between the boards to squeeze through.  They liked to curl up in linen cupboards or find somewhere warm in the kitchen when the annual chill came.  They easily moved about, camouflaged by the long grass everywhere.  Lawnmowers and slashers weren’t invented yet.  Mother kept two pet cats, monstrous killers, to despatch snakes and vermin seeking to live at our home. 

Thus, everybody feared snakes.  Furthermore, given the biblical references to serpents, these creatures exuded an evil mystic.  The superstitious and generally religious community thought them to be the Devil’s agents.  Such was its paranoia that people believed the surrounding area to be infested with a plague of them and every single one needed to be exterminated, irrespective of its poisonous status.  Whilst the browns and red belly blacks were lethal and whip snakes poisonous, the humble green tree snakes were neither.  If confronted, they slithered away or emitted a horrid stink.  There weren’t many carpet pythons around though.  Despite these pythons being over two metres in length, they were non venomous and wary of humans. 

Nevertheless, people killed every slithering creature they saw with whatever weapon they could grab, generally a shovel or a hoe but not an axe.  A person had to stay clear of a snake’s strike range.  Whilst a gun was the best option, not everybody had one sitting nearby when required.  Afterwards, they hung the snake’s carcass on their house fence, until it decayed, to proclaim their macabre victory and to act as a warning to others.  Some men boasted they could grab a snake by its tail, crack the devil like a whip and send its head flying off.  They probably drank a decent nip of rum first.  Many told tales of snakes.  These competed with the biggest fish stories fishermen recounted with the snakes increasing in size, length and ferocity over time.

My family had its own tales of altercation with snakes.  One day, Pop and I narrowly missed a tussle with a big blighter.  Pop was taking me home on the sulky with Bess, travelling along a disused track through some scrub.  We heard a loud rustle in a tree we were riding past.  Suddenly, a large black snake projected itself from the tree to another on the other side of the track.  It narrowly missed our heads.  Pop said some German profanities and stared at me in horrified incredulity.  I suppose his profanities were forgivable since they related to an ungodly creature.  A bird squawked.  We looked around to see the snake’s body hanging from a nest as it devoured the eggs inside.  If this snake had landed on Bess or us that would have been a right melee and a frightening one as we were defenceless.

Though, the snake, who found a warm home in our family’s thunderbox, created the most uproar, both in alarm and noise.  Mother disturbed a lethal red belly black from its hiding spot in the corner of the wooden closet.  This two metre long snake slithered through one of the vent holes in the closet and along the floor.  The gauze over these holes had rusted away.  Mother shrieked loudly enough for everybody nearby to hear and ran outside.  Me being a young boy at the time, I wasn’t far from her and was playing in the yard.  She yelled at me to watch the dunny from the outside to see where the snake would go.  I saw it silently skulk up the wall and out the gap where the wall met the roof.  It slithered upwards as far as it could then squeezed under the roof’s ridge cap, the tin piece that covered the join between the iron sheets.  I could still see its tail.

As Dad was away working, Mother rallied help from the neighbours.  In fact, the immediate community arrived, eager to participate in the snake hunt, with each person holding their chosen weapon.  Everybody had an idea how to coax the devil from its relative safety.  Somebody suggested throwing a bucket of boiling water at it.  Firing a gun at it was ruled out as the shot would have put a hole in the roof.  Men banged sticks on the dunny roof’s iron sheets.  Still, the snake didn’t move.  Eventually, the local sawmiller produced a hoe with a long wire wrapped around its end.  He poked the snake to tease it from the spot.  Another man was ready with a shovel.  When the snake slithered to the ground, he hit it quickly and hard to break its back.

If Mother had been bitten by the red belly black, she’d have run to the kitchen for the bottle of antivenene, everybody kept, and prayed hard that the potion worked.  Then she’d have had to act kindlier towards her uncle by marriage, Andy Stapleton, who concocted it.  Her family were jealous of his supposed wealth, earnt from his potion.  Apparently, he had watched a black snake bite a goanna.  Afterwards, the lizard searched for then consumed a certain weed.  It survived.  Andy distilled a potion from this weed and promoted it as successfully tested by himself though it wasn’t scientifically.  Nobody really knew if this ‘snake oil’ of his worked, and as its recipe died with Andy, nobody ever will.

Snakes, the Devil’s agents they are not.  They’re just predators in nature’s ecosystem, which we disturbed.  Nevertheless, I feared them as mortal enemies and some I still do.

[welovelofi]

«Я отримав нову гітару, але втратив усіх друзів, я співаю пісню про безлюдну землю».

ГРУПА: Самуеле Кангі (вокал) - Сімоне Лауреана (гітара) - Леонардо Баджіані (бас) - Маттео Банчі (клавіші) - Дуччіо Бончіані (барабани), такі різні, такі оригінальні, живі, але такі органічні та до геніальності прості.

Такі живі та створенні, на мою думку, для того, щоби оживляти людей навколо та дарувати їм щирість та магію моменту, а це так унікально та важливо, особливо в наші важкі часи.

Дякую вам за вашу творчість!

[miraculous-pyromaniac]

I am nearly silent about the things i write, both irl and unfortunately on my blog as well, for different reasons.

The simplest reason is my silence irl bc i kind of just dont have anyone to talk to my ideas about. My closest friends generally dont have any intrest in fanfiction and even if they were, me and my friends participate in very seperate fandoms and sometimes struggle to overlap our intrests. So i just generally keep my fanworks to myself most of the time.

I also dont talk about my work much on my blog either(which is kinda the only social media i use) and thats mainly because im just not the type of person who enjoys broad social media engagement, so i just rarely make my own posts.

This all kind of leads to bursts of hyperfixation and progress on any stories or WIPs i have that come about randomly and long droughts of my content.

Also i have this huge anxiety about people seeing any idea i would post about and 'stealing' it from me. Like this is a constant anxiety for me, idk why. Im probably hesitating to hit post on this post and then thinking of deleting it.

Like obviously a writer doesnt want to post spoilers for something theyre working on, but im paranoid to even post ideas for possible fics i may think of for new WIPs, leaving my ideas to rot alone in my mind until i lose intrest bc i have no one to talk to about them.

Anyway, in what im sure is a healthy way to overcome this apparent fear ive just realised i have, ima post a list of WIPs and ideas that are currently collecting dust, most of them i beleive seeing light from my dark google docs cave for the first time ever

Most of these mare miraculous labybug ideas

A miraculous soulmate AU based around Chloe where her initial meeting with her soulmate ends up with them basically dead from a speeding truck. The story is Chloe's journey of navigating the world angry and jealous of everyone else who has soulmates and learning how to deal with that stuff. Ace medifore maybe? Idk just seemed like a fun idea.

A miraculous Myvan AU where Master Fu had the 'native american miracle box'(Which i refer to as the Thunderbox) instead of the 'Chinese miracle box'(aka the Motherbox). He pickes Mylene and Ivan to be heroes weilding new miraculous of my design against an enemy who holds the Motherbox, with more than half the miraculous within being heavily damaged/destoyed. Shown by the below image(right of the red line completely unuseable, on red line damaged but technically funtional like a canon peacock, left of the line are undamaged)

A Percy Jackson story with OCs made by me and by bff which would run parallel to the canon story where I play with background characters and plot to create my own stories. The MC is the child of a goddess so minor Riordon never mentioned her, Euphrosyne, and a devout champion of Hestia.

And even a couple of original story ideas like

An 'everyone has a superpower' concept where the MCs are all artificial 'bornx from a kid whose power is to create new people by giving up parts of their soul. While not a completely original power in this world, its unique by the fact that the MCs here have their own powers, unlike other people created from such a power. This leads to the goverment trying to capture and use this kid to custom create soldiers.

A magical college type story where the MC is a healer in love with a plant mage, which eventually becomes mutual and loving relationship things until plant mage is suddenly killed by an assassin, sending MC on a revenge spiral. Said assassin is MC#2 who is being used by shady folks as an assassin due to her particular abilty for death magic. The two of them team up to dismantle the shady organisation and maybe a goverment later on. Their relationship is also completely non-romantic, but they grow extreamly close to each other.

Uh yeah. I have ideas. I just never talk about them.

Out of genuine curiosity, to fanfic writers in the world, how vocal are you about the fic you write on your blog? I never know when to start talking about my ideas and eventually the lack of traction or discussion has my passion fizzle out with nobody knowing the idea existed at all (except me, of course) anyway im simply curious :)

[harpoonn]

謎の店 (Nazo no Mise // “Mystery Shop”)