#Grapefruit Records

[bandcampsnoop]

9/19/24.

Shirese are a band from Connecticut and have always had one constant - Matt Paolilo. He's been recording and releasing music under the Shirese name since 2015 - plenty of time to expertly hone his craft. And while there is no real definitive sound, Shirese do sound like experts in creating lo-fi indie sounding rock.

"Hardly Cricket" is being handled by Grapefruit Records and C/Site Records, and the sounds bounce around from Dick Stusso to Pavement to Dinosaur, Jr. and even Jackson Browne (just some great rambling pop songs).

[loudhorizonmusic]

Egor.

Egor were a band of varying ages (sixteen to thirty-two) from East London. They gigged pretty relentlessly all around the South East of England in the early 1970s, sometimes supporting more established bands, and had a residency at the Plough and Harrow pub in Leytonstone. A local promoter approached them one evening and suggested he record Egor for inclusion on an LP he was putting together to…

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Tomten

Photo: Tony Kay

Tomten are a baroque pop quartet based out of Seattle, Washington. Brian Noyes (vocals, keys, guitar) and Lena Simon (bass, vocals) (Kairos Creature Club, formerly of La Luz) met in 2008 and began demoing each other's songs at Cornish College of The Arts. Their latest album, Artichoke, is less prickly than the name suggests, drawing influence from the acid folk of the Incredible String Band, Bridget St. John and John Martyn, the lushly arranged soul of the Delfonics and the country pop of Gene Clark. Jennifer Kelly wrote about the disc in the last Dust, noting that “Tomten’s songs billow and swell in that frictionless, effortless way that often indicates great care and craft.”

Here Brian Noyes digs deep into the archives via two compilation series. He writes, “There are two compilation labels that have meant a lot to me over the past few years, Grapefruit Records is a subsidiary of Cherry Red and issue primarily British Psych and Folk, and Cairo releases incredible 1960s-1970s soul comps. I decided to pick five of my favorite tracks that Grapefruit and Cairo turned me onto.”

Jackie McAuley — “Turning Green”

I was familiar with Jackie McAuley being the former keyboard player of Them and the other half of the amazing and underappreciated folk pop duo Trader Horne with Judy Dyble (Fairport Convention.) But I wasn’t familiar with any solo work he had done. This song instantly stuck with me. I love the string arrangements and stately piano. In an alternate universe it could’ve been at the end of a 1970s Hal Ashby or Robert Altman movie.

Carolanne Pegg — “Open The Door”

I could listen to this song over and over, it’s so fun. I love Carolanne’s vocals on it, kind of shrill and mystical, like proto-Kate Bush. I also love the cosmic banjo rush during the later chorus and the throaty guitars.

Matching Mole — “O Caroline”

I’ve always loved Robert Wyatt, but I’d missed out on his earlier group Matching Mole. This is such a sweet and touching song. I love the mellotron and wah guitar and the line — “if you call this sentimental crap, you’ll make me mad.” Gotta love Robert Wyatt’s wooly little voice.

Robin Williamson — Strings In The Earth and Air

This is the opening track off his 1972 solo record “Myrrh.” Strangely enough, I first heard Dr. Strangely Strange’s cover of it — I love both but prefer Robin’s. Such a haunting and beautiful song. I believe the first half is part of a James Joyce poem. I want it played at my funeral… I also love Mike Heron’s solo record from a year or so earlier, Smiling Men with Bad Reputations. Two over-looked solo efforts from the Incredible String Band.

Heron — “Take Me Back Home”

Tomten has loved Heron for a long time, so much so that we covered their tune “Yellow Roses.” They are all over Grapefruit Comps, so I wanted to include them for that reason. This song is off their second record Twice as Nice & Half the Price and it is my absolute favorite. It’s such a loose and lovely performance. Makes you wish you’d been hanging out in the house with them having some frothy ales.

Bettye Swann — “Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye”

Bettye Swann has so many killer songs, this one really sticks with me. Great morning song. Love the production and backups too. John Holt has a cool version on A Love I Can Feel as well, but Bettye is best.

Diamonettes — “Don’t Be Surprised”

Great tune from a somewhat obscure Miami group. Classy strings. They also have another tune I love called “Rules Were Made to Be Broken.”

The Raelettes — “Many Rivers To Cross”

A fantastic song and so many good versions, Jimmy Cliff and Nilsson… But I hadn’t heard this version until semi-recently and I love the mood of it — somber smokey horns. The Raelettes were backup singers with Ray Charles for a time, and later changed their name to The Cookies.

Eddie & Ernie — “I’m A Young Man”

I LOVE EDDIE & ERNIE! Their voices together are fabulous, this is one of my favorites. There is an awesome comp called “Time Waits For No One” everyone should go out and buy now!

The Ordells — “Sippin’ a Cup of Coffee”

A good song for ruminating… Eerie, dreamy and gorgeous.

Various Artists — Strange World

On a final note, there is a compilation by a partner label of Cairo, Pyramid Records that did a release called Strange World described as “Cosmic and Earthly Doo Wop and R&B from America and Jamaica” that if you come across you should absolutely purchase. I probably play it at home once a week, hehe.

[nofatclips]

Samba de fantazuma by Tokyo Groove Jyoshi, live at the Grapefruit Moon, Tokyo

[mildmayfoxe]

happy new year freaks!! hope it’s a good one!! 🥂✨😈

[singles-bar]

[msb-lair]

Dragon: Paradisi - Fae XYX Male

Purchased For: 20,000 treasure Hatched On: 2022-12-31 ID: 83211855

Parentage: Beat/Angel Flight: Light

Primary: Obsidian Tiger Secondary: Grapefruit Shimmer Tertiary: Obsidian Crackle Eyes: Unusual

Comments: Was just thinking I wanted another butterfae most of a week ago, and spotted a For Sale post on Tumblr about New Year’s Eve hatchlings that included this lovely male.

Apparel:

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Green Olive Wreath

Diaphanous Sylvan Headpiece

Sassy Sailor’s Scarf

Aquamarine Flourish Tail Clasp

Fiendish Emerald Taildecor

Familiar: Sundial Gem Guardian

Progeny Testing: 

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[mymelodic-chapel]

Grapefruit- Around Grapefruit (Psychedelic Pop, Pop Rock) Released: 1968 [Dunhill Records, Stateside Records, EMI Records] Producer(s): Terry Melcher

[lesboylycan]

today feels like an early July day transposed into pre-spring weather and sunset/sunrise times

[dilfcherricola]

new owl city???

[bandcampsnoop]

7/5/24.

Here's another slice of off-kilter/yet beautiful music from Sweden - courtesy a new band named Stenhjärta. This is being released by Grapefruit Records, and according to the Bandcamp page:

"Stenhjärta, a new duo consisting of Gustaf Dicksson & Magnus Jäverling. Both are active in the Swedish Underground music scene centered in Gothenburg. Gustaf is known for his shape-shifting prolific solo project, Blod, as well as his participation in the notable music collective, Enhet för Fri Musik. Magnus is somewhat newer to the scene, appearing on some Blod recordings as well as releasing a fascinating concept album called Bowdark on the Discreet Music label in 2022."

About a year ago, we posted about another Discreet Music release - JJ Band. I can't recommend it enough.

[nativegirltapes]

motel — rafe cameron

summary: reader and rafe being on one of their ‘breaks’ so reader comes and visits rafe at a motel he’s been staying at after being kicked out. but she doesn’t get the comfort from rafe she thought she would.

pairing: toxic!rafe x reader

notes/warnings: purely angst! idk what got in to me while writing this but i think i got too into it …. reader is like super dependent on rafe it’s just sad atp!!!

it was unfortunate but no one was able to comfort you the way your boyfriend did, even after hurting your feelings.

tears fell down your face as you knocked on the door numbered '56', the door of the motel you drove to hundreds of miles away, just to see him.

when the door swung open there he was; greasy hair sticking to his forehead, shirtless, with his grey sweats hanging dangerously low. you ran into him arms like you hadn't seen him years, although that's how it felt.

rafe's hand caressed the back of your head while you embraced your arms around him. your hair was messy but still soft, it was always so soft, it was one of his favorite things about you. you were literally a sobbing disaster in front of him but you're hair was still soft and smelled of strawberries and grapefruit. rafe thought out loud it might sound silly, but it was almost like it was some weird sort of symbolism, that despite everything that rafe had put out through, you were still perfect. you were still his soft, perfect angel.

"i hate you," you choked out. you 'hated' him, but there you were hugging him, all at his disposal.

"i know." rafe replied, resting his head on yours. rafe felt bad, which is exactly why he broke up with you in the first place. although, a normal functioning person wouldn't call what you two had a 'breakup'; coming to visit him at a motel because he was kicked out of his own house didn't exactly scream 'broken up' to anyone.

rafe knew you didn't hate him, maybe it was just that you loved him so much that you lost yourself in the journey.

when you were with him, it seemed like all you had was him, like you didn't know how to live or function without him. and rafe hated that, because that's exactly how he felt for you. there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for you, no boundary he wouldn't cross for you; except for being the one responsible for ruining you.

"you shouldn't be here." rafe groaned, you pulled away from the hug, every ounce of his warmness leaving your body.

"why?" you wiped your tears with rafe's hoodie that you were wearing, it basically swallowed you whole with how big it was.

"it’s not good for you.” rafe’s eyes looked down at you, you didn’t realize how tired and sad he looked too.

“you’re good for me, rafe.” you placed a hand on his chest, but he stepped away.

“i’m not y/n.”

“you can’t tell me what’s good for me rafe.” you followed him as he stepped back. your eyes felt so puffy, like they’d just swell shut if you cried anymore.

“i’m not good for you,” rafe sighed. “i mean do you see your fuckin’ self?” rafe threw his hand towards you. “you’re here cryin’ in a motel you drove hundreds of miles away to get to just because i’m tryin’ to fucking help you.”

“if you want to help me, just love me.” you didn’t have it in you to yell back. your soft but croaky voice played like a record in rafe’s head; reminding him that you’re just his soft, perfect angel. no, he definitely didn’t deserve you, but he didn’t have in it him to just never talk to you again, which just lead you both here; in this moment right now, wondering what went wrong between the two of you. things used to be so good. what happened?

“i’m tryin’ to love you.” rafe rubbed his forehead, he didn’t want to say it, but he knew he had to. “you won’t let me.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, you weren’t letting him? you were standing in front of him, quite literally begging him to love you; and you weren’t ‘letting him’?

you weren’t saying anything so rafe took it as an opportunity, “we just,” he ran his fingers through his hair, kind of pacing around the room now. “we just need to be apart for a while. kay?”

exhausted from crying all the way here and all the crying you just did, all you could do was agree. “okay.” you sighed, a tear falling down your cheek.

this couldn’t be the end of you and rafe, he loved you. right?

[richiehugs]

Second part of second half of May. Pool and drinks. Gin with Schweppes grapefruit. Literally one bottle of gin a day - about 1500 calories. No wonder he gains so fast - though still in denial: “I don’t get fat” “I can’t gain weight”. Time will tell.

Just for the record, he was 95 kilos / 210 pounds at this point, but he lost some again at the end of the month. He is fairly spiritual and orthodoxy is a part of his personality. He spent some days in a monastery, backpacking about 10 miles a day under the hot Greek summer sun, so he reportedly went down to about 87-88 / 190lbs. But it’s fun to watch, how fast he can lose and gain back everything.

The pounds are adding up slowly. He is still thicker than last year this time.

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Guys, Josie and I have awesome news! You know how Arizona finally opened its first few detransition facilities? Guess whose doctor sent along two requests for us to participate? That's right, we are SO psyched he put in those requests and we got accepted. We each got a letter in the mail with our doctor's inquiry and it went something like,

'Dear (Director of Our County's Detrans Facility)

My two patients, Olivia and Josie, are optimal candidates to test your facility's detransition program. Both are males who have lived as girls most of their lives, going on blockers in junior high, and a substantial dose of hrt in high school. These boys love 'living as girls', and have exaggerated feminine figures (excessively big breasts, large asses and wide hips), and don't express much interest in detransitioning, despite me suggesting it as an option quite often. I would love for nothing more than to see these young men finally detransition and embrace male puberty.

Sincerely, Dr. Blah-Blah-Blah'

We read the copy we got in the mail and immediately whipped out our pathetic three-inch cocks and jerked off..... well, rubbed them like girls until we came. Sure, our doctor has wanted us to detrans for some time but we've been hesitant to do it. We both want huge cocks, to finally start growing facial hair, and to get chest hair and stuff, not to mention these big fat boobs make us both crazyyyy dysphoric like they're so huge. 🤢🤢🤢 But we liked being 'girls' just enough that we were scared to detrans, although we've both been thinking about it..... even if we don't tell our doctor.

Soooo, finally the choice was taken from our hands! We'll be detransed by the state in just a few days, this is SO exciting! We are absolutely ecstatic, calling up all of our other local trans 'girl' friends, asking if they got picked and a lot have! We're on Discord practically losing our minds anticipating our long-awaited detransition! From what we've seen of videos recorded in these places, it's like a big spa where you're given luxury accommodations and put on testosterone, as well as a massive dose of dick-growth pills. They basically use pumps and medication to make your cock 15+ inches, thick around as our upper arms, and our balls will be forced to grow to the size of grapefruits, at least! Oh, and naturally they remove our breasts shortly after we arrive!

Then we'll be put in a theater, where they'll show us extremely filthy, hardcore porn as our cocks are pumps by a machine, conditioning us to be turned on by the extreme pornography they show us. Stuff like graphic public gangbangs, free use and rape alike, pissing on girls, throat fucking them until they puke, all the girls are thick, massively pregnant, unable to escape, their breasts at least double even our size. And we'll be subjected to watching this for hours on end every day until our brains finally break and the only thing that can get us off is going out, finding some cute pregnant girls with nice plump asses and to pounce on them, jamming our oversized cocks into them like wild animals until we cum--and oh, I hear these orgasms are incredible, like shooting a whole liter of cum, rope after rope, your brain feeling totally shattered from the high, so much so the only thing you can even think about is finding pussy to fuck, just like us men are meant to be! ❤️ Wish us luck..... we'll be rooting for all you fake girls out there to get picked next!"

[mildmayfoxe]

WOOOO SATURDAY NIGHT WOO

[b0nten]

BLUEBELLS, MINE ONLY.

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ albeit rarely, rindou overthinks, but then he just stops and doesn’t think at all.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ i hope you guys like this!! part 2 for BLUEBELLS, YOURS TRULY. had such a fun time writing this and it’s just a lil goofy fic for lil goofy rindou and my lil goofy rindou enjoyers i love every one of yall!!!!

[MENTIONS] ˚⁀➷｡ reader smokes (she lights one cigarette), got inspired by jjk at one point but i’m not spoiling you, just pure chaoticness tbh

you can’t remember the last time you’ve been so excited. maybe when you got your scholarship? or when rindou asked you to be his girlfriend? who knows, but right now, you feel like you’re about to explode. you try to ignore ran’s messages, acting all offended he didn’t know you had to leave, but even when reading them, you can’t help but giggle and laugh and think about your oh-so-perfect plan.

“what’s taking him so long, though?” you wonder, and light a small candle. it’s grapefruit, and ran gifted you, blabbering on about how citrus makes the kitchen fresher. in boredom, you also slip a cigarette out of the pack, and put it between your lips, gently biting down the filter. the sweet taste of the watermelon spreads across the cellulose and you set the tobacco ablaze. “he better move quickly”.

meanwhile, rindou curses with every small push he’s subjected to. of course roppongi station is packed right when he needs to get somewhere fast. and not only that, but he also fucking lost the last last metro because he had no way to push himself into the wagon. fuck the hibiya line, fuck the salarymen and fuck everyone: now he’s gonna smell like sweat while he pleads with you not to break up with him.

“next station, ebisu. please disembark on the right side.”

one more to stop. next one’s his. he’s so ready for this, so so so ready. he’s got his little speech all planned out in his notes app, and he knows it by heart already. you’re not getting away and he’s gonna make you stay. he feels the adrenaline rushing through his veins. he-

a loud noise, light shake of the train and the lights suddenly shutting startle him from his reverie as he hears some belongings drop. god, he can hear that annoying sound even with stuffy ears.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” next, the sentence he’s been hoping not to hear echoes through the speakers.

we are terribly sorry to announce that the hibyia line is currently out of order due to technical difficulties. please stand by while we repair the train.

impossible. no, not today. please, god, let him do this one thing right. he can’t fuck this up today, have mercy on him. this one time only.

rindou exits the wagon, fingertips massaging at his forehead. he thinks positively, thinks wishfully, thinks pink and does calming exercises until, soon enough, he can no longer do so. so, him being him, being the youngest haitani, being impulsive, being the scare of roppongi and being rindou haitani, he just heads straight for the exit. once out, he bolts, and doesn’t look back: faster than in his extreme juvenile days, he runs so fast he makes the first 10-minute stretch in five. he doesn’t care for the people he pushes past, the ones that shoot him disapproving looks from the sidelines — he’s running the olympics — and he’s not about to give up. his medal’s just a little jog across the meguro river, that’s what he keeps repeating to himself.

and slowly, but for what feels like an eternity to him, but surely, he begins to recognize his surroundings — from the family mart around the yamate tunnel to the school support center — he sees them and starts to run faster. he reaches nakameguro in record time, and heads from the station straight to your apartment. he doesn’t care for the sunny weather or the overbearing heat or the nice surroundings that he always walks you home along, his goal is set straight.

he prays his legs won’t pass out on the way to 4-chome, where your apartment building resides, and pushes past everyone yet again. had someone looked at him attentively, they’d think he was some maniac running around to get his long-overdue heroin fix. ah, the duality of tokyo.

when he sees the familiar build, he sighs. “number 32, not really tall, grey, and large balconies full of greenery” he still quotes the text message you sent him, every single time he visits. it almost became a mantra these last years and it didn’t help that it all looks exactly the same, nothing having changed these last three years.

“haitani-kun! are you visiting y/n?” a familiar voice spooks him from behind. “oh, i’m sorry! did i startle you?”

turning around, he recognizes the owner of the voice.

“hasegawa-san! nice to see you!” he bows, and the little old lady just laughs. “yes, i am visiting y/n. how are you?”

smiling proudly at her correct guess, she signals him to the entrance. “i was out on a walk! but here, let me get you in.” scanning the magnet against the receptor, a small light flickers green and a mechanism does its thing behind the white plastic. rindou pushes the door with ease, allowing your neighbor to go in first.

“you don’t have to wait for me, i know that look when i see it.”

chizuru hasegawa. gosh, does he love that woman. she’s been your neighbor ever since you moved to 4-chome from your old apartment after a gas leak forced you out, and she’s been nothing but sweet and caring. she took care of you when rindou couldn’t: taught you how to cook (better), brought you meals during finals when you were not leaving your apartment because you had to study, helped you with commentaries for literature (rindou just sat there and listened, he liked reading soseki with you, but writing essays was too much for him) and overall acted like a sweet grandmother, ready to share advice with you whenever she saw something was bothering you during afternoon tea sessions on her balcony. hasegawa cared and still cares cautiously for the person he loves most, so he can’t help but love her too.

she was also a mistery. the wisest and most well-read person he’d ever come across, and he was sure there’s probably few to no other people that came close to her power of knowledge.

“look at me, rindou.” her voice is the same soft-spoken tune he knew, but it was still somehow threatening. almost like ran’s when he says “i’m not gonna be nice the second time around.”

“yes.” he gulps, and awaits for her next words.

“you look stressed, you think she’s gonna break up with you, don’t you?”he nods, “but you know she loves you too. and there’s no other person on this earth that y/n wants to spend her life with.”

a knot builds up in his stomach, and it’s like the reassurance he needed so badly for the last two weeks finally gives him closure. but still, how did she figure it out in … less than five minutes?!

“rindou, ” chizuru softly speaks again. “let me see the other ring.” once she points to the piece of jewelry, the boy’s eyes widen in disbelief and he clutches his necklace. shortly after, he rummages through his sweatpants’ pockets.

left, right, left, right, left, right.

with every vain grasp he feels his heart-pace quicken and the sweat forming beads everywhere on his forehead.

left, right, left, right, left, right.

“no, no, no way…” he touches every part of his body, trying to make sure he didn’t accidentally put the ring somewhere else, but when he reaches the verdict that yes, he’s probably lost it while he was running over here, his heart shatters and he is disappointed in himself.

head lowering and salt-water lining his waterline, he covers his face in frustration. it’s like the world fell on his back and now it refuses to get off.

“you’ve made this so much easier for me!” she laughs and rindou’s face drops lower than before. hasegawa reaches into her hand-bag and takes out a small, red, velvet box. when she opens it, rindou’s mouth somehow falls agape yet again.

it’s two rings, they’re insanely beautiful, only they seem to be inside out — the inner parts have intricate kanji engraved all upon them, adorned with a few beautiful stones, leveled nicely into the metal, while the outside is simple, brass, still shiny albeit obvious years of not being worn or cared for at all.

“you know, i once had someone like you.” the old woman sighs, “when i was young, i met a very nice boy. and to make a long story short, i lost him due to some unfortunate circumstances.” she pauses before speaking again, “y/n is the daughter i never had, and when i look at her and then look at you, i see us. me and.. the first boy i fell in love with.”

a shiver runs down his spine, hoping she still continues the story.

“you see, rindou… evil spirits are more than evil, they’re malefic, to put it nicely.” the boy tilts his head to the right. “they’re like a pest, only they don’t really die. they’re always gonna be around. tell me, you haven’t been sleeping, right?”

“yeah.”

“and for two weeks, wow, that’s a lot.”

he thinks he’s dreaming. what is happening?

“and you feel like your ears are blocked, am i right?” he nods again, “and if i may guess correctly, you either have dreams of someone smashing your head, or y/n’s. and you wake up with a roaring headache. aaaand.. a lot of intrusive thoughts?”

“hasegawa-san, how do you know all that?”

“change out the ring with this one.” she instructs and rindou, though sheepishly, slides his golden ring off the chain and replaces it with the other.

“why.. ” he looks at the woman, “why did my ears unstuff?”

she simply laughs, and swats her palm around in the air. “i’ll tell you when you’re older. now, go.” she puts the box in his right hand and gently folds his left one over it.

he looks at her with eyes full of hope. whatever the hell is up with this woman, he doesn’t know. and frankly, he doesn’t want to. for the first time ever, he feels somewhat scared of a person who has no way of tackling him in a fight.

she nods, and that’s rindou’s signal to sprint up the stairs. luckily the building isn’t tall, so the fifth floor — the one you live on — is just a few skips of stairs away.

when he reaches the door, he knocks. not once, not twice, tens of times, like he’s a broken machine.

“rin!” you greet him, “ho-”

“marry me.” he’s not asking you.

your jaw hits the floor. he’s just as surprised, why should he lie to himself?

“marry me, y/n.” clumsily, he gets down on one knee and opens the box. your hands cover your mouth once you see the ring. “i don’t care if you want to break up with me for the time you’re going back home, i don’t care if you want to break up with me because of some other reason, because i don’t want to. it doesn’t have to be this year, or next or the next three or five. whenever you want is fine. just—”

“of course i’m not breaking up with you, you dumbass!” you exclaim, offended. you look to the side, cheeks flushed and smile begging to rip your cheeks apart, “yes.”

“w-what?” rindou stutters. he couldn’t even comprehend that he’s asked you to marry him, yet alone that you’ve said yes.

“oh my god, get up already!” you pull him up by his shirt, and then down, close to your face. “yes, i’m gonna marry you. i don’t know for sure if this year, or next or in three or in five, but i’ll definitely marry you.” you parrot his little speech, giddy and delighted.

he takes the ring out of the box, and slides it on your finger. then, CRASH. his lips come down on yours mindlessly, and he holds your entire body so close to his, as if you’d fall apart into a million shards and disappear any minute now. and his head feels lighter and he guesses that whatever hasegawa may have done with those rings, they’re also probably gonna make his nightmares go away too.

“you’re coming with me.” you break the kiss to make space for announcement.

“what?” rindou malfunctions, “you weren’t gonna break up with me?”

“no, rin. i just wanted to get you pumped but that took a very wrong turn, apparently. you’re coming home with me, this summer.”

oh, bless his little heart.

🏷️ taglist @sirachano0dles @idktbhloley thank you for reading <3