#Joe Beck

[jt1674]

[zemerluani]

Old School Summer Playlist

[ourladyofomega]

I bought this record last Summer not because for Paul Simon, but for everyone else: John Tropea, Dave Grusin, Richard Tee, Steve Gadd, Eric Gale, and Joe Beck. Now to find the movie itself.

[julio-viernes]

En 1969 unieron fuerzas John J. Berberian, neoyorquino de origen armenio y virtuoso del láud, y el guitarrista de jazz Joe Beck - que había sido el primer guitarrista eléctrico de Miles Davis- en el interesante álbum precedente de eso conocido como "músicas del mundo", "Middle Eastern Rock" (Verve Forecast) adjudicado a John Berberian And The Rock East Ensemble.

Berberian ya tenía en los sesenta un par de álbumes de música oriental publicados por Mainstream, otro como The John Berbarian Ensemble (Roulette) y un cuarto de spoken word en 1968 acompañando a Rosko que recita escritos de Kahlil Gibran.

"Middle Eastern Rock" es un disco que funde la música de Oriente Medio con el rock psicodélico y el jazz producido por H.H. Cowen, el responsable ese mismo año tras la consola del primer LP en solitario de Beck, "Nature Boy" (versión del gran éxito de Nat King Cole, compuesto por el curiosísimo pre hippie eden ahbez), y de "Rock Encounter" de Beck y Sabicas en 1970 como Harry Cowen /Harvey Cowan.

[ourfandomcrazyuniverse]

I want to see these three team up against Joe in s5 and beat the hell out of him for everything he’s done

And I want Beck and Candace to be cheering them on from the heavens

[rainparadefromhell]

fuck your little joe x rhys ship i need all the women that joe goldberg hurt to gang up on him and beat him to death in s5. that's what i want <3

[maycanady]

YOU | 1.01 "Pilot"

[happy74827]

Can you make more Joe Goldberg? You did such aan amazing job on the first one that I NEED a second one. Just please consider. Thank. Love your fics btw 💖💖💖

Lily of the Valley

[Joe Goldberg x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Coffee might not be his favorite, but things can change when it involves a person like you.

WC: 659

Category: Fluff

Fortunately, I already had this small idea in mind for our lovely stalker man and this request really just put the icing on top of the cake. Hopefully it fulfills your needs 🙌 (also you’re too sweet… thank you so much for the kind words 💞)

『••✎••』

Coffee. The hard, hot, and bitter drink that is the reason many people get out of bed each day and the reason why some people stay up until the early hours of the morning. He never understood the appeal.

But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the smell of coffee beans roasting, the smell of fresh ground beans being poured into a filter, and the smell of the finished product. He didn't understand how something so bitter and disgusting could have such a calming and comforting smell.

Joe had been sitting in a booth in a coffee shop for the past few hours, watching the world outside go by, sipping a small mug of tea, and his current read, "The Woman In The Window" by A.J Finn, in front of him. His eyes were trained on the people going by, not really taking much of anything in. He was on autopilot, a default setting he slipped into whenever his mind was full of something else.

It was only when a waitress with a short, black pixie cut walked over to his table that his eyes come back into focus, and his thoughts began to slow down. She didn't look like she belonged in a coffee shop. With a long, floral dress, combat boots, and a cardigan, she was far too pretty and too interesting to be serving lattes. She was a rose in a garden full of daisies, a peacock among chickens.

Then, like a snap to reality, the sound of his name pulled him away from her and onto… you. The whole reason he was here in the first place.

If he thought the waitress was a rose, you were a whole bouquet.

"Jonathan! Are you going to order anything, or are you just going to keep sitting there, scaring all our other employees?" You said a laugh in your voice.

He hadn't even noticed the waitress had already left, and now, you were standing by the table, holding a coffee pot.

Yeah, he needs to stop letting his thoughts take over.

"No, no, I was just, uh, reading."

"Reading a book, or reading her?" You said, cocking your head to the side, indicating the waitress who had moved on to another table.

"Reading the book."

"Mhm, sure." You said, not at all convinced. God, he just wanted to kiss the smirk off your face. Those pretty lipstick-covered lips moving against his.

You shook your head, smiling.

"You want a muffin… or something? On the house, since you're a regular and all."

He looked down at the book again, then back up at you. Unlike the waitress, you were dressed for work in a black, collared shirt tucked into black pants and a black apron tied around your waist.

It told him a lot about you, like the fact that you were a rule follower organized. The other waitress played confidence to stand out. You wanted to blend in, but still, he noticed.

How could he not notice you?

"Sure."

"Blueberry, right? Your usual."

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll be back in a second."

You had just turned to leave before you spun on your heel and stopped.

"And, Jonathan,” you paused. "That book in your hands? Wonderful read."

As you walked away, he realized how his heart had started to beat faster, and he couldn't stop the grin on his face.

A bouquet? No, you were something far more rare and far more beautiful than that.

You were an orchid.

And when you returned with that perfectly shaped muffin and that award-winning smile, Joe decided this would be the last time he ever chased a woman. Because this one?

You?

It was as though you were a mix between all his past loves and yet someone entirely new.

You were that new orchid in the greenhouse, the lily of the valley, and he wanted to nurture you and make you grow.

It's time to stop blending in; he would bring you out to bloom.

[crybyemissamericanpie]

written with the heart - Guinevere Beck x fem!reader

written with the heart - Guinevere Beck x fem!reader

TW:None

Beck sat in the corner of the bustling Starbucks, her frustration palpable as she stared at the blank pages of her notebook. The soft hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee surrounded her, but it all seemed distant as she wrestled with her writer's block. The cozy atmosphere that usually inspired her creativity now felt stifling.

"Come on, Beck, you can do this," she muttered under her breath, tapping her pencil against the table in a futile attempt to summon inspiration. The weight of her own expectations bore down on her, and she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment in herself.

Just then, the familiar jingle of the cafe's doorbell announced the arrival of someone who could provide the distraction Beck desperately needed, her best friend.She slid into the seat across from Beck, a warm smile on her face as she took in the sight of her struggling friend.

"Hey, Beck. Rough day?" She asked with a smal smile, concern softening her gaze.

Beck sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, you could say that. I just can't seem to get anything on paper lately. It's like my creativity went on vacation without me."

She chuckled, reaching across the table to give Beck's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Well, maybe I can help. You know, two heads are better than one."She said with a small giggle

A small smile tugged at the corners of Beck's lips as she looked into her eyes. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

For the next hour, the two friends immersed themselves in conversation, laughter, and shared ideas. Her presence had a calming effect on Beck, easing the tension that had gripped her since they first met. As they chatted, Beck couldn't help but marvel at the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her own passions,the way she laughed,smiled,she was gorgeous.

"Stories are the ones written with the heart.You know?If you are not in the right place in mind or heart it can be kinda hard to write"She said with a smile,as Beck nod also returning that smile with also a small blush but she tried to ignore it

In the midst of their banter, Beck found herself studying her more closely than usual,the way her hair fell in gentle waves, the subtle curve of her smile, and the genuine warmth in her eyes. It was in that moment that something shifted within Beck, a realization she hadn't expected.

As the afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the cafe, Beck's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't deny the warmth blossoming within her chest, the realization dawning on her like the first light of dawn. It wasn't just writer's block that had been holding her back; it was the realization that her feelings for her went far beyond friendship.

Lost in her thoughts, Beck barely registered the soft touch of her hand on hers, a comforting gesture that felt like an unspoken promise. In that quiet Starbucks corner, amid the hum of conversation and the aroma of coffee, Beck's heart whispered a truth she couldn't ignore..

She was in love with her best friend.

Days turned into weeks, and Beck found herself navigating the uncharted territory of her newfound feelings for her best friend. Every shared glance, every subtle touch, fueled the flame that had ignited within her. She couldn't shake the warmth that spread through her whenever she was near, and it left her both exhilarated and anxious.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Beck and her decided to take a casual stroll through the city streets. The soft glow of streetlights illuminated their path as they meandered through the quiet neighborhoods. Beck couldn't hold back the nervous energy that buzzed within her, threatening to spill her newfound truth.

As they walked, she turned to Beck with a curious smile. "You've been a bit quiet lately. Everythings okay?"

Beck hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak her truth. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you."

Her expression shifted from curiosity to concern, and she stopped walking and sat on a bench next to them, giving Beck her full attention.

"I… I've been trying to figure out how to say this," Beck began as she sat down next to her, her words cautious but sincere. "I've come to realize that my feelings for you- and not like normal friends do... I didn't expect it, and I'm still trying to make sense of this feeling, but I couldn't keep it from you."

For a moment, silence hung in the air, the weight of Beck's confession settling between them. Her eyes searched Beck's face, and a gentle smile curved her lips.

"Beck, you don't have to figure it all out right now. I value our friendship more than anything," She said, her voice soothing. "Let's take it one step at a time."

Relief washed over Beck, and she couldn't help but smile back at her. In that moment, beneath the city lights, they reached a silent understanding that spoke volumes.

Stories are the ones written with the heart.

[bellabrady]

joe goldberg

[hxmswxrth]

say what you want ab you season 4 but seeing joe at his peak of insanity was one of the best parts of the entire series.

it finally let viewers see him from an actual victim’s pov, such as nadia, and he was absolutely ruthless and horrifying, unlike the weirdly charming joe we’re used to.

[bbyboybucket]

I never realized it until season 4 straight up pointed it out, but literally since the beginning, “You” has been making light of how absolutely fucking awful the Elite Rich and sometimes Famous people are. Literally every single group that Joe has been dragged into, are spoiled assholes with money overflowing their pockets. Beck’s little rich friend group, the Quinn’s, the entirety of the suburbs, now his little London celeb group. Literally the entire time, Joe has been interacting with and killing crazy, spoiled fucking brats but this season they were like “hey let’s make it obvious and directly call out what we’ve been trying to say here.” Because even though the show is mainly about a stalking psycho killer, they’ve been trying to send a message by using the rest of the characters.

[kaekae444]

me core!!!

(i have a problem)

[julio-viernes]

Pero Sabicas no se quedó ahí, y en el año 1971 salió a la venta el LP "The Soul Of Flamenco And The Essence Of Rock". En esta ocasión parece ser - porque no está debidamente documentado- que el guitarrista de rock principal fue Mike Deasy, en un disco producido por The Hip Kitty From New York City y grabado ese mismo año en Hollywood y publicado por la Cultural Development Corporation, que al parecer no sacó muchos más discos aparte de éste. Un LP mucho más complicado de conseguir que "Rock Encounter", muchísimo más raro de ver.

De ser realmente Deasy quien toca en este disco, tenía un currículo impresionante como guitarrista de rock. Tocó en las bandas de Eddie Cochran y Duane Eddy, con los Coasters, fue miembro de la Wrecking Crew y su guitarra se puede escuchar en "Pet Sounds" de los Beach Boys, entre muchísimas otras cosas.

Es otro disco de encuentro entre el flamenco y el rock del que, otra vez, leo algunos comentarios negativos, que si Sabicas toca mal, desganado, porque odiaba el rock y lo hacía por motivos comerciales... Es un LP que está bastante bien (arriba entero) y que merece la pena ser escuchado. En esta ocasión los temas son más largos, dos en cara A y tres en cara B, frente a los ocho del anterior.

Creo que la sucesión lógica es, olvidándonos de 1966, "Rock Encounter" (1970) y "The Soul Of Flamenco And The Essence Of Rock" (1971), precedidos del disco de fusión de Joe Beck y John Berberian, "Middle Eastern Rock" de 1969 adjudicado a John Berberian And The Rock East Ensemble, que fue el detonante para grabar los de Sabicas y del que hablaré a continuación en otro post.

Escuchando el segundo tema de la cara A "Castellañas (Kossteyanas)", me ha sido imposible por cuestiones melódicas no acordarme de mi amigo Pau Riba y su "Per Què Fer Res" del LP "Disc Dur" (1993).

Por cierto, que Kiko Veneno ha grabado con los Crudo Pimiento una maqueta de una canción en honor a Pau que piensa incluir en su nuevo LP. Es una cosa bonita que empieza en acústico y pasa, un poco planetariamente, al eléctrico. Pau Riba pronto llegará.

Bellotero Rock.

[missunderstoodxoxo]

I hope when You finally ends, we get the trial of the century.

I want Beck’s friends there.

I want Mooney’s nurse- because I still don’t buy that Joe wouldn’t have anything to do with that abusive old man’s condition.

I want Love’s friends and the twins’ parents there.

I want Ellie, with a compilation of evidence that she hasn’t stopped gathering since arriving in Florida.

I want Theo and Matthew there.

I want Sherry and Cary tearing Joe a new one.

But most of all, I want the three (so far) women that he has murdered- or thought he murdered, in Candace’s case, there, in all of their Joe Hallucination glory.

I want Joe Goldberg to get what he’s due.

[emmarobertsslut]

Hello, Could you write something with Joe Goldberg and Y/n? 🥹 Pretty please

Cupcakes and lovin’

Joe Goldberg x Reader

genre: fluff (because we need more happy joe.)

warnings: making out

Request: yes

You giggled as Joe wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your lips with frosting.

He kept kissing you softly as you tried wriggling out of his grasp. You smack him lightly, “Joe! Stop messing around and help me with these cupcakes.”

“Hon, all that’s left to do is frost ‘em.” He mutters, going back to your lips. You sigh as his lips make their way down your neck.

You let out a soft moan when he keeps sucking on the sweet spot on your neck.

He pulls back and grabs the pink frosting with his hand and wipes it all over your face.

You loudly gasp, some of the frosting falling into your mouth. He starts hollering loudly, practically doubling over at your face, too busy laughing for him to notice you taking twice as much frosting and getting it all over his face and soft brunette hair.

“Hey!” He pouts, pulling you into his reach again, the two of you falling over the couch. He looks at your face and thinks how lucky he is to have you in his life.

He finally got the break that he needed. After Beck and Love and all of the killings. He met you. And you changed him so much. He has not killed one person after you.

The most perfect girlfriend he could ask for.

“I love you, Y/n.” He can’t help but hold a grin when he see’s you smiling widely at him. “And I love you, Joe Goldberg.”

He will do anything to keep that innocence that you own.

“Guess we have to buy new frosting for the cupcakes.” Guess so.

You are his everything.