#RCA Records Label

[publicacionesdeunachica]

God loves to watch her angels sin.

I'm finding heaven in your skin.

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Promo ad for David Bowie’s Young Americans LP - 1975.

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1975 - Stéphane Grappelli - Disques RCA

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RIIZE Signs With U.S. Label RCA Records

RIIZE has signed with RCA Records! On September 5, SM Entertainment revealed that their rookie boy group RIIZE signed a label contract with American record label RCA Records, which is under the global company Sony Music Entertainment, and that they will be releasing their first single album “Get A Guitar” locally. As the second oldest record label in the United States, RCA Records showcases music…

[myvinylplaylist]

MTV High Priority (1987)

American Cancer Research Center (AMC) Benefit Album with Andy Warhol Cover Art and Breast Examination Tips on Back Cover.

Red variant. This variant has the red shading to the MTV-logo on the front, there is also a variant in which the shading is yellow and the titles along the top of the front cover were in black print instead of white, red and blue.

RCA Records

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when i was in middle school i used to prank call RCA records asking if they had a harp or a harpsichord they could sell me and they’d explain they’re not an instrument store and a music label and I’d pretend to be confused and do it every other day or so over the span of months until they threatened to call the cops and i got scared and stopped 💀💀

[slackville-records]

Born 100 years ago, Cordell Jackson was an American guitarist thought to be the first woman to produce, engineer, arrange and promote music on her own rock and roll music label.

Jackson founded the Moon Records label in Memphis in 1956. Unable to break into the Sun label's stable of male artists, she received the advice and assistance of RCA Records' Chet Atkins in forming this new label to release her music. She began releasing and promoting on the label singles she recorded in her home studio, serving as engineer, producer and arranger. The artists recorded included her and a small family of early rock and roll, rockabilly, and country music performers she recruited from several Southern states.

Her Moon Records label was the oldest continuously operating label in Memphis at the time of her death in 2004. The 50s Rock on the Moon of Memphis, Tennessee + an Oddity, a compilation album of the label's 1950s singles, was released on vinyl in the early 1980s and was later sold on compact disc until her death in 2004.

She died in Memphis in 2004, aged 81

[citypopdaily]

MORNING GLORY by Tatsuro Yamashita / 山下達郎

Album: For You Year: 1982 Label: RCA (Air Records sublabel) Lyrics & Music: Tatsuro Yamashita / 山下達郎

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Viva Las Vegas

🎲About: When invited to see your childhood best friends perform at the International Hotel and Casino, things take a turn of events and reveal suppressed feelings for your once lover and now enemy.

♦️Jake Kiszka x reader

♠️Word count: 6k

♣️Warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, angst, crying, cheating, ldk what else 🙌🏻

🃏Authors note: enjoy this is my first story so I hope it’s good and if the format is messed up sorryyy😛

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If you were to be told that your childhood best friends were performing at the International Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, you would die laughing. Growing up in the small town of Frankenmuth Michigan, you were always told you needed to live a big life and make the town proud, and that is exactly what you did. After finishing high school, you dropped the idea of college and found yourself working at the well-known store of Bronners, making a little less than minimum wage, but it worked. You saved up for 2 years straight, just to be able to rent out a small studio apartment in Nashville Tennessee, the music city. You landed yourself a job at a small bar that frequently hosted small and upcoming bands, one of them being the Orange Blossoms: the band you now market for full-time while working for RCA Record Labels. Life was good, really good; well until you got a very interesting call two weeks back from a very drunk childhood best friend, Josh Kiszka.

“Hello?” You asked rubbing your eyes. It had to be at least 3 am and you were woken out of a dead sleep to answer a call you should’ve just let go to voicemail.

“Y/N MY FAVORITE PERSON,” you could practically smell the alcohol reeking off the man you called your other half through the phone “HOW ARE YOU!”

“Josh,” you pulled the phone away from your ear and to no surprise the time read

3:05 am “It’s 3 am I was asleep just like you should be. Is there something you need?”

“Mama, do I ever need a reason to call the girl I love the most?” He asked almost slurring every other word

“No Josh but it’s a Thursday and I have work soon and need to sleep. Goodnight Joshua”.

“NO, NO WAIT. I had something to tell you but it slipped my mind.. Jake, what was I going to tell y/n again?” That name. The name of the man who had destroyed you. Josh’s twin brother, Jacob. Thomas. Kiszka. Silence hit the air and you could hear the long-haired man laugh and mumble something to his brother.

Jake and you had dated back in high school. It wasn’t a quick thing, it was a three-year-long commitment. Jake was your first and you his. He was there for the first time you got black-out drunk, greened out, ran away from home, lost your childhood pet, everything. Jake was not only your boyfriend but your best friend and you were beyond happy, you couldn’t ask for anything more. Well, all that joy and happiness, left in the blink of an eye on the night of your senior prom. It took no time at all for you to see the photo. There, in his jet black tuxedo and pink tye to match your flowing dress was an 18-year-old Jake pushed up against the wall with some dumb blonde. The dumb blonde in question? your best friend. Life had changed completely. All the sorries in the world couldnt make up for what he had done to you. You could care less about the skanky bitch you called your best friend but Jake? Your Jake? You have never felt more alone in your entire life. You broke contact with him for 6 years. Six years of your life you spent tip-toeing around him. You would exchange glances at parties Josh or Sam would host but not a single word would leave your lips. Josh had tried his best to break up the tension but you were stubborn, you always have been and that was partially the reason Jake had stopped trying so hard to apologize to you, because he knew you wouldn’t forgive and forget.

You broke the no contact on the twin's 24th birthday. You were invited to the party and you didn’t think twice about going, not for Jake but for Josh. Only for Josh. However, to lie and say Jake had looked nothing far from gorgeous would be wrong. He looked.. perfect. You found yourself drinking one too many martinis made by the fluffy-haired twin and ended up letting the alcohol take its course and finally speaking to the man who broke your heart. As you moved your body through the sea of people invited to the house located just out of Nashville, you found your glossy eyes looking upon a somber Jake.

“Hi.” you said quietly as you took a seat next to him outside by the small fire that had been growing rather dim as the night went on.

“Hi, Angel.” He said as his eyes met yours, using the same nickname he gave you all those years back in high school.

“ I uh, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday and wish you a year full of good memories or whatever you have in your life you want to be good.” God your mouth had never felt so dry as you were at such a loss for words. Why you were even speaking to him was beyond you.

“Thank you. How have you been? It's been what? Five-ish years?”

“Ive been good, I could be better but work is good and I got a dog of my own, yea lifes been, been going good.” Been going good and we should keep it that way, you thought to yourself.

“I'm glad. Ive missed you, Angel. Ive missed what we had.” His hand found its way to yours. Just as soon as it happened it was over as a girl was soon calling his name. A girl whose voice you’ve heard more than once before. As you turned your head, to no surprise you were met with the girl he cheated on you with all that while back. You sobered right up and stood quickly.

“It shows Jake. Happy birthday again.” and with that, you continued with your life, not speaking to the ghost of the man you once knew.

As you came back from your thoughts you were brought back to a drunk Josh rambling on about god knows what.

“So what do you say?” Jesus you must have been zoned out, I mean it was 3 am and this call was more than unnecessary in your eyes.

“Sorry, repeat what you just said, but make it short.”

“ I SAID, we're going on another leg for the US and were going to this fancy place in Vegas where Elvis played and I want you to come.” You had already seen the infamous Greta Van Fleet perform far more than once but a trip to Vegas didn’t sound too terrible.

“The International Casino?” you asked confusingly

“Yeah, that's the one! It's in a few weeks Angel so you have time to think but it would mean the world to all of us if you would delight us with your amazing presence.” You let out a small laugh, ignoring the fact that the nickname has made its way to stick with you for so long.

“Send me over the details in the morning Josh and I’ll look into it. Im going to bed now and I think you should too, love you lots Josh.” The short man let out a sigh wished you a good night and hung up.

Now, you sit in your hotel room, a suite not to mention, putting on the lash finishing details to your makeup, similar to that of which Josh does, and preparing for the night ahead. As you added the last rhinestone to your cheek, you moved to grab your favorite red lipstick, carefully applying it only to be interrupted by a phone call from no other than the man himself.

“Hello, mamas.”

“Hi Josh, to what do I owe the pleasure”

“I’m sending someone up to your room right now to grab you and bring you to the dressing rooms, then we're gonna bring you to your spot. Sound good?” You laughed knowing that by going on this trip Josh was going to do whatever he needed to make sure that you had lived it to the best extent, even if that meant reserving a special spot in the pit when you were more than happy to be in a seat, out of the way.

“Yes that’s fine Josh,” you said with a laugh “I’ll see you soon.”

With that, you continued applying your lipstick, sprayed your favorite perfume, and were met with a soft knock at the door to your luxurious suite. You opened the door to see one of the many men you'd seen running around with the band before and allowed him to escort you to a room that was titled “Greta Van Fleet-Josh Dressing” and let you inside.

You were immediately met with showers of welcomes, seeing that not only Josh sat in this room but Sam and Danny too, Jake nowhere to be found.

“Angel! We’ve missed you come in!” exclaimed Josh and he sat up from his spot in a chair and left the woman doing his makeup dumbfounded at the sudden change in focus. As he came up to hug you it felt as if any worry you had about the night had left you completely. His hug was soon followed by Sam and Danny which led you all into a deep conversation of how life had been. Well, as deep as it could go seeing as they had to perform in just short of 30 minutes. As Sam rambled on about Rose and his love life your mind drifted to the fact that the other, more serious, twin wasn’t present. It must have shown on your face for Sam cleared his throat and said

“Jake in his dressing room, “practicing” is what he calls it but im pretty sure he's in there taking shots to pregame.” You let out a soft “ah” to show your understanding. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that Jacob Kiszka was pregaming, you felt like you always saw him drinking before a show, even when he was back in Frankenmuth whether it be a beer or a shot of vodka. Soon you found yourself taking a shot with the boys as if to say good luck on the stage tonight, knowing they wouldn’t need that; I mean they were amazing, to say the least. You saw the effect these men had on some of the people in the crowd, not just from their undeniable beauty but from the fact that their music meant something, it changed people and you couldn’t be more proud of them. While you never imagined them this big, you felt like they had this written in the stars for them. After exchanging conversation they got the five-minute call and the next thing you knew you were being brought out of the room and down to the pit. As you walked down the small hallway leading you to the stage, you heard the voice of a man talking to another, but not just talking, he was mad, really mad. The security guard tried to hurry you along past the scene but as you passed him, you could see that black suit, shining in the light due to the amazing detailing from the rhinestones and diamonds, and you knew that was Jake. Your Jake. Why he was mad? You wish you knew. Maybe something happened with his guitar, or maybe he had just gotten bad news from someone, but whatever it was, you weren’t even allowed a moment to process it before you were pushed along to your “special spot”. You found yourself being lifted over the railing of the pit and put smack dab in the middle of the barricade. You almost felt bad, this could’ve been someone else’s spot so before he could walk away, you grabbed the arm of the security guard and pulled him close to the railing.

“Is there anywhere else I can sit? Maybe up there?” you yelled out as you pointed to the seats sitting at an angle to the side of the stage.

The guard just looked at you and sighed, “They told me they wanted you here specifically, so they could see you. Don’t worry we had someone hold this spot for you. Enjoy the show Ms.Y/L/N.” And with that, he was gone and the lights started to dim, followed by a beautiful violin cover of the songs off Starcatcher.

The curtain fell and the boys made their way down from their spots, going on with the show as normal, until it came to the point of what would normally be their switch to the second stage, except this venue, in particular, did not have one, so they stayed put and gathered around into a half circle, facing the crowd in front of them. Sam had started to play a melody on his keys you knew all too well and once Josh started singing, tears filled your eyes. It was always a joke growing up about how much you and Mrs.Kiszka adored John Denver, Jake, and Josh egging it onto you how much you were like their mom. You had always seen on social media postings of them playing bits from The Music Is You, to honor their mom when playing back in your home state, but it never once crossed your mind that they may do the same for you. Josh had sang beautifully as always and made it a point to look right at you and reach his hand out to you when he finished the little snippet of the song you adored oh so much. You wiped your eyes and mouthed a quick thank you to Josh. While it may have seemed silly to the girls around you, you hadn’t seen the boys in truly so long, and just to hear them sing, knowing it was for you, made you appreciate how much they have changed you and your life, good or bad.

As the concert continued you found yourself in a sea of screaming girls once the familiar tune of The Archer, began playing. Josh had told you over the phone about the many interactions he had with fans, going down to the pit, hugging, kissing, grabbing them, and showing his love during Jake's extended solo and you expected nothing different for tonight. Just as you expected, Josh made his way down to the pit, hugging as many as he could but your attention drifted elsewhere. Your eyes found taking in the image of the man you once called your true love as he shook back and forth with his guitar, dramatizing the solo more than it needed to be. You found yourself taking in his features; his long, wet hair, the way it stuck to his face due to the sweat running down his body to his torso, the way his hips shook back and forth as he damn near abused his guitar on the stage. You couldn’t draw your eyes away but were broken out of your trance as soon his met yours. The tension you felt was unreal and hard to differentiate between sexual or pure rage for what had happened all that time back. It wasn’t just the cheating that had you mad though and you knew that. Jake was a slut, a genuine slut. You felt like he was sleeping around with a new girl after every show and he made no point of hiding it as photos circulated on the internet of him leaving venues with different girls every other week. You watched as he would watch himself play, in awe with his state of himself, what a self-centered asshole you thought. Soon, you brought your eyes away from his but couldn’t help but feel them staring down at you throughout the remainder of the show, almost as if he tried his best not to look before but now couldn’t control it. As Josh reached the last note of the last song, they bid their farewells and wished their love to all in the crowd and soon exited the stage.

As the pit fully cleared out, you made your way from the front of the pit despite the security trying to escort you to the boys backstage, you broke out of their hold telling them you needed to go to the restroom and would find your way back there on your own. You felt like you were being babied and honestly needed a drink or two after whatever the hell that show was. You moved through the sea of people and found yourself standing at a bar waving down a bartender, ordering your usual Jack and Coke. As the cold drink met your lips, you could feel yourself loosen up in an instant. Three drinks later you found yourself too far from tipsy but not yet fully drunk, you would give yourself a drink more before you were completely dazed out. You closed out your tab and picked up your phone, being met with text after text from Josh asking where you went. You called him and asked where he was, telling you he was at some restaurant located in the hotel and would send Sam to come and get you. As you sat impatiently, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to get another drink; the boys were probably near drunk by now as well who cares you thought as you ordered another drink, asking for it to be stronger than the last one, asking for this drink just to be put on the room, to which Josh was paying for. As you finished the last drops of your drink it was only a matter of time before the alcohol worked its course and you felt ready to dance and let loose.

Soon, Sam's body found yours as you laughed to him about just how good the show truly was, showering him with compliments on the band's skill. He only laughed alongside you, letting the alcohol drift from his breath to your face, letting you know it indeed was ok to order that last drink. As he guided you back to the restaurant, you were met with surprise seeing as the restaurant was not only a restaurant but a dance club. The seats consisted of a few big, dimly lit booths, and many high tops and scattered lounge chairs. Sam led you to one of the booths and you slid your body right in, to Josh, except the booth was now only being filled by you and Josh, the other three boys out dancing or getting drinks by the bar. You leaned into Josh and shouted as loud as you could over the music.

“The show was amazing Josh,” you said partially slurring your words “thank you for playing my song for me; ‘meant a lot y’know.” You smiled at him, eyes glossy.

“Anything for my favorite girl.” He said, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly.

You found yourself being pulled in all sorts of directions as Josh danced the night away with you until your phone read about 2 am. You pulled Josh to the side and told him it was time for you to make your way back to your room and sadness filled his eyes.

“I don’t want the night to end either Josh but I’m tired and drunk and need to sleep.” you laughed lightly.

“Yeah, I know mama. When is your flight back to Nash? Maybe we can spend the day on the strip tomorrow before we gotta go?” You looked at the man like he had six eyes. You were in no state to think of such difficult things, or at least that's how they seemed to you. You lazily gave him an estimate knowing it was some time in the afternoon, but it was late enough for you to spend time with him and the rest of the boys. As you wished him goodnight you stumbled out of the restaurant-themed club and made your way toward the elevators.

As you pressed the elevator buttons and entered in, you pressed the button leading you to the twelfth floor where your room resided. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand wedged itself in between the two doors, opening them back up and bringing you to face a, at least you would think, equally as drunk Jake. You didn’t want to talk to him let alone look at him but god did he look good. As he walked in he let out a small sigh, almost disappointed on who was in the small box with him. Before you could even open your mouth to ask him what floor he was headed to, he leaned in front of you, almost far too close for comfort, and pressed the number directly above the one you lit up and returned to his place on the opposite side, not exchanging a single word. You were praying the floor would stop somewhere else and someone would get into the elevator with the two of you, breaking the awkward silence but no one did. As the elevator made its way up you cleared your throat and as soberly as possible said

“You guys put on quite the show tonight.” You couldn’t tell if it came off as rude or a compliment.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Angel.” He said, his eyes lifting from the floor to look at you, take in your outfit, tailored specifically for this evening. You were dressed in a shorter-than-short silver skirt to show off your height as Jake himself always joked how you should be flaunting your “long legs” whatever the fuck that meant, followed by a black corset that had detailing that was similar to that of what was embroidered on the twins suits. Your skin was covered in glitter, from your chest to your arms and you supported a few dainty necklaces gifted from the boys themselves as well as a bracelet you bought for yourself just for this event. You put on your cleanest pair of go-go boots and do your makeup to resemble Josh, followed by a red lip and your hair in loose curls. How it all stayed on to this moment was a surprise to even you but it did, and maybe this time it genuinely was the alcohol, but you felt hot, really hot. Jake had managed to find time to change so he sported a simple linen set you've seen him wear one too many times before, leaving all but the last two buttons undone to show off his toned chest against the silver of his plethora of silver coins.

“It's not polite to stare.” you stated flatly at the man before you, toying with the bracelet on your wrist to keep you occupied. God this elevator was taking forever.

“You seemed to have no issue earlier towards the end of the show.” He let out slightly with a smug smile almost as if to insinuate something more than what was there.

“I’m sorry? Am I supposed to stare at the floor during a concert?” You snapped back only to be met with a smile forming wider on his lips.

“Like I said, glad you enjoyed Angel.” He said, cooly.

Finally, the elevator reached your floor and you couldn’t help but sit for a minute, debating everything that’s happened between you and Jake, realizing that even after all the years, you find yourself feeling the same way you did for him all that time back. You looked up at the man in front of you in confusion about the way you felt, wondering if he felt the same.

“Goodnight Jake.” you said softly before exiting the small box and beginning the walk down the hallway. As you approached your room you felt like your legs were ready to give out. You pulled your room key out and entered the room, sleep taking over your body. As you walked in you immediately made your way to the bed, needing a minute to regain some energy before getting up again and taking off your ensemble. After a minute, you sat up, taking off your boots, followed by your corset and skirt, taking off your socks and undergarments, and moving to get a a baggy t-shirt and different underwear. Once changed, you made your way toward the bathroom to begin removing your pounds of jewelry. The weight being taken off your neck led you to focus on taking off your bracelet however to your surprise, it wasn’t there. Fuck you thought to yourself. If it was anywhere, it was back in that elevator where you stood fidgeting with it while talking to Jake. You would’ve just let it go had it not been as expensive as it was. You were at a loss of thought. Do you call Jake and ask if he saw it in the elevator? No Jesus no. You tried to collect your thoughts in your drunken state and decided to just go back onto the elevator and look for it there. It was almost 3 am so you would think no one would be out in the hall so you slipped on some ankle socks and crept out of the comforts of your room, making your way to the elevator. Just as you went to press the button to go back down, the doors opened, and before you stood the same man you had just seen minutes before, holding your bracelet. He scanned over your body before stepping out of the elevator, taking in your “pajamas” and smirking slightly.

“You look comfortable.”

“Just give me my bracelet Jake. I’m tired and I want to go to bed.” You snapped at him, almost too loudly.

“Yeesh someone's angry.” He said with a chuckle, reaching his hand out to you.

You snatched it out of his and turned making your way back to the room, not giving him a second longer of your time.

Once you got to the door, the harsh reality hit you. You missed him. He looked so good on that damn stage tonight, it made you realize that you did miss him. You missed the nights when you would spend laughing your asses off at the stupidest tv shows, or the way you would make fun of each other for the way they looked when they woke up in the morning. What you missed most of all? The feeling of his body against yours. The way he made you feel complete. You felt tears build up in your eyes. You had loved him, even from the day he cheated on you, you have always loved him. You never loved another. You missed your Jake. As you entered the room, tears streamed from your eyes, not just out of sadness but anger. Angry that even after he did do this, you still wanted to crawl back into his arms, and be told it was all going to be ok. You moved to grab your phone and opened up your messages. You knew you shouldn’t have but you opened a new conversation and sat, staring at what you would even say. Before you could even type the first letter, a knock at your door filled the silence.

You opened up the door to be met with the eyes of the same boy you had never stopped loving. You locked eyes before the sudden movement of him brought his lips toward yours. It was like he had been thinking the same thing, as his hands met your waist and yours locked around the back of his neck. Quickly, he backed you into the room, kicking the door closed behind him and guiding you towards your bed. Your hands wrapped up into his tangled curls, pulling at them as he deepened the kiss. His hands began to slip under your shirt, searching every inch of your body, stopping just before your chest. As he backed you through your room, you turned, leading him towards the bed instead, moving your hands down to his face. As you approached the bed, you pushed him back and stepped back, moving to lift your shirt off of your body as he worked on his own. Once both were removed, your lips met his again, this time holding more force, as your hands roamed his body, leading you down to his waist, running them over his legs, slowly working their way up to his member, painfully hard already through his linens. A groan hit your lips, letting you know that he wanted this just as badly as you did. All those thoughts of doubt and anger towards him left your mind as he started to work kisses down your chin while you worked on getting his pants off. Once off, you lowered yourself onto your knees, palming him through his underwear as he stared at you with lust-filled eyes as you moved painstakingly slow.

You looked up at him, eyes glossed as you were just as desperate with him and slowly pulled down his underwear, pressing soft kisses to the insides of his thighs. Moving your way up, you could feel his body shudder, struggling to keep the little composure he had left. Finally, you took him into your mouth, pushing him down until he hit the back of your throat and slowly started to move up and down.

“Fuck Y/N.” he whispered, collecting the hair draping around your face, making a ponytail in his fist but using no force and letting you have free reign.

As you got comfortable with the feeling, you began to pick up your pace, settling him at the back of your throat after a little and choking back a gag, tears filling your eyes but this time for all the different reasons. A string of praises and curses left his lips as he started to force your head back up, almost as an instinct. As you let him, he kept up with the pace until he felt it was too much and switched to holding you in place as he began to thrust up into your mouth, quickly, bringing him to let out a loud moan.

He continued to hit the back of your throat and the gag you tried so hard to suppress released itself, causing him to lean his head back in pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck Angel, you're taking me so well” he managed to say with eyes squeezed shut.

The words leaving his lips made the pool forming between your legs ten times worse as you squeezed your legs together for some sort of relief. As you looked up at Jake, his eyes met yours as he reached his hand down to play with your breasts, releasing a moan from your lips. Just as fast as it was happening, it stopped and Jake pulled himself out of your mouth and you up from the floor, pressing kisses along your torso and breasts, hooking his fingers into the sides of your laced underwear. As he pulled them down, he stood, switching positions with you as you slid yourself back towards the head of the bed, laying comfortably as he worked to situate himself between your legs. Following your same movements minutes ago, he began to press kisses into the sides of your thighs, moaning as he did so as if it was pleasure enough to be touching you. Your hand trailed down to the bundle of nerves as the ache growing between your legs began to fog your thoughts. Just as you began to touch yourself, Jake grabbed your wrist stopping you whilst continuing to kiss his way up to that very spot.

He moved your hand out of the way and his lips found your clit, rubbing slow circles with his tongue around the nerves, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

“I wanna hear your pretty little sounds, Angel, don’t get shy on me now.” he said, releasing his mouth from you and slowly moving it back.

As he did so, your breath quickened as he flattened his tongue along your core, taking you in. He refocused his tongue on your clit as his fingers slowly danced along your legs, making their way up to slowly find their way inside of you. Starting with one at a slow pace, your hips jolted forward as you begged for more, allowing him to add a second digit inside of you, picking up the pace. Moans streamed from your lips as he set a steady, fast, pace, whilst continuing to work his tongue over your clit. Your hands found his hair again, pushing his face forward, grinding forward against his lips.

“Holy shit Jake” you moaned out as you began to slowly feel a knot forming in your stomach. Just when you thought it was impossible, he picked up the pace even faster, slipping his hands under your legs pulling you closer, and anchoring you in place as your back arched with pleasure. Your head dug back into the pillows as you let out a close-to-pornographic moan release from your lips. His tongue worked quick circles around your clit, making your head spin with pure pleasure. You had missed the feeling of him on you, in you, and you never wanted to let go of the feeling you gained back.

“J-Jake I’m s’close,” you said a little too loudly “don’t stop, please.” you said with a moan as you could feel you losing yourself with pleasure.

As he continued to work quickly, he involuntarily thrust his hips forward into the mattress and you wanted nothing more than for him to be in you.

“Jake stop fuck stop.” you said almost defeatedly knowing you were close to pure bliss. Immediately without thought, he lifted his face from between your legs, keeping his fingers inserted, moving at a far slower pace.

“What's wrong?” he said breathily, still trying to get his bearings about him.

“Nothing I just,” you said fighting back another moan as his fingers still worked inside of you, “I want you in me, I can’t wait any longer.” you said quickly. He met your words with a smirk and finished by curling his fingers in you and pulling them out, leaving you wishing he didn’t stop. He brought his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around them and having you watch as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Jesus you taste so good Angel” he said raspily, moving his way up to be over you, lining himself up. Rubbing his hands up and down his shaft a few times you took the opportunity to switch positions, straddling him. You leaned forward to press kisses to his lips and slowly down to his chin, then neck, sucking harshly assuring you would leave a proud mark for the morning, down to his chest and torso. Slowly, you reached for his member, giving it a few pumps before slowly lowering yourself down onto him, releasing a mouth from your lips due to the stretch his size brought to you. God how I missed him was all you could think to yourself. Slowly, you began to move, setting a slow back-and-forth movement before working yourself to move more intensely. He brought one hand to your hip as if to anchor you there and another to your breast, leaning forward to put one in his mouth and leave one in his hand, eliciting another moan. As his mouth worked over your sensitive breasts, you began to pick up your pace and slowly pick yourself up off him before quickly lowering you wereslef back down, setting a speed for him to adjust to. Eventually, his head flew back to the pillows out of pure bliss, continuing to move his hand over your breast.

You leaned forward towards his neck as he began to thrust into you, letting you leave more small bruises for the morning. His hands now switched from your legs to your ass, having a firm grip you were scared would leave you with bigger bruises to form.

“ I missed you,” he whispered into your ear “fuck I missed you so much.” God, he sounded needy, desperate, as if you could get closer and you just didn’t know it.

“Tell me, what’d you miss jakey.” you said weakly. As much joy as this brought you, you wanted this to last, to be able to do this with him whenever be able to be his again, and you wanted him to confirm your hopes that he felt the same.

“I missed it all Y/N, I-” he cut himself off with a moan as you tightened around him as you tried to hold back a moan, despite his command to be vocal “ I missed your laugh, and your beautiful smile, fuck, I missed every aspect of you.” Good enough you thought to yourself given that he was fucking you fast.

You brought yourself up from his neck, taking control once more, picking up where his pace left off.

“Shit m’close baby.” he said quickly, with eyes squeezed shut, similar to how he looked while you rubbed your tongue down his shaft. The sweat forming on his face caused his hair to stick to his face, similar to on stage, making you want him even more than you already had him. With that, he flipped you over, taking over once more, and quickened the pace ever so slightly, clearly impatient. One leg found its way around his waist as the opposite hand reached for his back, clawing, trying to stabilize yourself.

“M’close too,” you said with tears forming in your eyes out of pure desperation, “Jake, faster and don’t stop.” you said gravelly.

Following your command, he drilled into you as the knot that had been building up for so long finally came undone and euphoria took over your body, your heading stretching back, moans streaming from your lips followed by his name. Just as you had begun to start to come down, his high began as his movements began to falter, letting you know he was there. He began to move back, trying to put out. You wrapped your other leg around him and pulled him closer, stopping his action.

“Inside me.. I want it inside me.” you said quickly, whilst looking up at him.

Without a second thought, he fully pushed back in and released himself into you, continuing to fuck the release into you, slowly and painfully. Once he was done, he pulled out, plopping down beside you, both of you breathing incredibly fast. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed kisses onto the side of your face and chin. With the moment of calm, your mind began to race again, but his voice pulled you out of thought.

“I love you Y/N. I love you, only you, I’ve only ever loved you, ever since the minute I layed eyes on you, I knew that I wanted to be with you for every minute of every day. I’m sorry for what I did but I will never stop loving you till the day I die.” He said sweetly, a tone you’ve not heard in years. You turned to look at him, your face serious but eyes filled with shock. You couldn’t find the words so you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was not like before. It was slow, passionate, everlasting. You pulled away and pushed your forehead against his.

“I love you forever Jacob Thomas Kiszka.” you said with a smile forming on your lips. All that time you had spent angry with him, upset with him, you had just wished he was different and he was. Maybe it took years, but he changed. He was your Jake and he always would be. The smile that formed on his lips matched yours.

“I do have to say miss Y/L/N,” your eyes furrowed with confusion, “I think you outdid the rest of the girls in the pit with your outfit tonight,” he said as you began to laugh about how unserious he was.

“Jake”

“Hm?”

“You’re an idiot”

“But you love me so it works out”

“But I love you so it does work out I guesss” you said dragging out your s’s.

He simply wrapped you up to the side of him pressing a kiss to the side of your head as sleep took over both of your bodies, allowing you to feel content once again with your life knowing you were complete once again.

[publicacionesdeunachica]

Yo no aprendí a soltar amores.

Yo no aprendí a dejarte ir.

Eras una apuesta de largo plazo.

[returnofthelightt]

Ashlesha, Bad Contract, and Future Success

Hi everyone! just back with a quick observation. Many celebrities unfortunately get into bad contract deals in the music industry. But, I have noticed that contracts widely discussed at the forefront careers have mostly been those with Ashlesha placements. Specifically with Ashlesha natives, they will lose success but gain even more success than ever after leaving. I have a compiled 3 examples to discuss.

Tinashe (Ashlesha Moon)

Tinashe was previously signed to RCA records. She is known for having highly related Mixtapes such as Amethyst, Black Water and Reverie. Tinashe's most popular song is "2 On". It seems that there was a lack to push and support with having Tinashe release new music and spread her popularity. She is now independent.

Many people have commented negative things about her career such as how she has "flopped" and that no one has listened to her since. But she has flourished independently, especially with her album Songs For You. She continues to be a big force in the indie scene, and is currently touring.

Megan Thee Stallion (Ashlesha Mars)

Megan is an amazing rapper. With her career, she has had a widely known case with her previous label 1501 Certified Entertainment. Megan claims her label did not allow her to release "Something For Thee Hotties" album, did not promote her music and was not allowed to record with other artists. Megan has won her case and is now producing music from her own wallet. Megan has released a new song called Hiss which had gone #1 on US Billboard Hot 100. She also gained multiple sponsorship deals. You can see the Ashlesha symbolism in her new music video for Hiss.

Raye (Ashlesha Moon)

Raye has gained immense popularity after her hit song Escapism. Previously though, Raye had to leave her ex label, Polydor. She had a deal to release four albums with the music company but hasn't been able to. Raye left her label and became indepdent. She collaborated with 070 Shake for the hit song and has received a lot of praise since. The UK Brit Awards 2024 just occurred, where she took home 6 awards.

What about the others?

Note: Another Nakshatra I found pop up a lot actually during my research was Shatabhisha and Dhanishta (Prince, Kesha, Jessi (K-hiphop, etc). But I found that unlike Ashlesha's ability to regain their success, Shatabhisha and Dhanishta have difficultly re-establishing themselves. Their disputes are also public where they have to reach the point of obtaining public support to help push their cases forward. Even then, sometimes they dont fully recover and are criticized.

But that's it for now! Hopefully I can obtain more examples and possibly do another thread on it. Thanks everyone!

[hooked-on-elvis]

"The Love Machine" (1966/1967/1971)

Recorded on September 28, 1966 at Paramount Studio Recording Stage, Hollywood and first released in March 1967 on the movie soundtrack EP "Easy Come, Easy Go" (1967).

Later on, "The Love Machine" was released on the compilation LP "I Got Lucky" (1971), under the budget label RCA Camden - a new try to make profit from some EPs and singles by Elvis Presley previously released. This one compilation album has songs from movie soundtracks "Follow That Dream", "Kid Galahad", "Viva Las Vegas" and "Easy Come, Easy Go". Completing the tracklist is a single that didn't made it into the charts - "Fools Fall In Love" (originally released with "Indescribably Blue" in 1966).

A LITTLE BEHIND THE SCENES STORY FROM THAT PERIOD IN ELVIS' ARTISTIC LIFE

The "Easy Come, Easy Go" EP was Elvis' last extended-play record of his career. The incomes dropped low by then - both with his music and with the movies. Elvis' then-new releases did not achieved good chart positions, if any... and Colonel Parker took the chance to make a new deal with Elvis in the beggining of 1967, even before the "Easy Come, Easy Go" movie and its soundtrack could be released (March 1967).

At the start of the new year, on January 2, 1967, a new business arrangement between Elvis and the Colonel went into effect. Between falling record sales and movies whose grosses were too low for the “profit-sharing” agreements to kick in, the Presley organization had witnessed a dramatic drop in revenue over the past few years. The Colonel’s new arrangement preserved the original split of 75 percent to Elvis, 25 percent to the Colonel on all contractually guaranteed record royalty and movie income, but it regarded everything beyond the guarantee as a “joint venture” on which Parker would receive a fifty-fifty split. In other words, the Colonel got half of everything defined as “profits.” The new deal gave the Colonel new incentive to seek out extra merchandising opportunities, for which he’d thereafter receive half the income. On the other hand, it diminished his interest in negotiating guarantees from RCA or the movie companies; the lower the guarantees, after all, the earlier his own profits would kick in. By the end of 1966 it was clear that Elvis had fallen from the artistic and commercial heights of his first ten years in show business, and the Colonel argued forcefully that it would take an even greater promotional effort on his part to maintain, let alone improve, their income. Elvis had no choice but to accept; the Colonel, on his side, understood that his new strengthened position was to be used — not abused.

· Excerpt: "Elvis Presley, A Life in Music: The Complete Recording Sessions" by Ernst Jorgensen. Foreword by Peter Guralnick (1998)

Regardless of the bitter taste feeling (perhaps mixed with shame, disillusionment, anxiety, anger and self-pity) those mid-60s records (and movies) brought to Elvis, I, as a fan, really appreciate most of the songs from the soundtracks. I have a great time listening to tracks like "The Love Machine"... the sound here is heavy and full of joy to me - and there's a little sexy vibe going on too. I love it!

HERE'S TAKE 3:

[voxina]

Kelly Clarkson Reveals She Just Started Her Own Record Label — and Why It's Been a Challenge: 'I've Earned It'

It seems Kelly Clarkson is "Miss Independent" once again!

During the Wednesday, Jan. 22 episode of The Kelly Clarkson Show, the pop star, 42, revealed that she has started her own label.

The news came while Clarkson was speaking with guest Keke Palmer — who has had her own record label for "six or seven years" — about the actress-singer's musical group DivaGurl.

An impressed Clarkson then announced she had recently taken a similar leap in the music industry.

"I'm so much older than you...and it's my first time in my career and I just now started my own label and I'm putting out my own stuff," said the "Since U Been Gone" hitmaker. "And I've had some good teams, like, to work with, but there is nothing like being that 10-year-old again and being excited and nobody saying 'Oh, you should do this' and 'You should do this.'"

One of Them Days star Palmer, 31, then noted how "people don't know how hard it is."

Clarkson responded, saying, "Girl, I'm finding out. I'm putting together a music video, and I'm like, 'Wait, I forgot to do what?'" She then added, "I just now started it. I started writing, and I was like, 'Wait, how do I put this out now?' And then, I was like 'Well, I guess through me.'"

Clarkson added: "I feel like I've earned it, so I'm excited. I think I've earned the moment."

In 2016, Clarkson left RCA and signed with Atlantic Records, going on to drop her albums Meaning of Life, When Christmas Comes Around... and her most recent release, Chemistry, in June 2023.

As of Jan. 23, Clarkson was still listed on the artist roster of Atlantic's website. An Atlantic rep did not immediately respond to PEOPLE's request for comment.

[full article here]

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Alexandra Savior

Alexandra Savior chats to 1883 Magazine about her new album Beneath The Lilypad and more.

Combining mystique, dulcet tones, and a sonic palette that could be inspired by an Edgar Allan Poe novel, American songwriter Alexandra Savior is an unwavering creative force.

Since sharing a demo of “Risk” in 2015, which found its way onto the second season of True Detective starring Colin Farrell, Savior has created an undeniable allure around her musical persona. This was only amplified by the official debut single “Shades” in 2016. At the time, the Portland native was just entering her 20s and still learning the ropes of the industry after signing with Columbia Records in 2013.

In 2017, Savior released her debut album Belladonna of Sadness, two years after much of the work had already been laid down. It was a sublime debut, though somewhat overshadowed by the media due to her collaboration with rockstar Alex Turner as a co-writer.

For a time that should have been a thrilling ride—playing sold-out shows and building a rapidly growing cult fanbase—the momentum faltered when she was unexpectedly dropped by both her label and management. By then, she had already written much of her sophomore album The Archer, which wouldn’t see release until January 2020 via 30th Century Records. It was another stellar effort from the songwriter, though its true potential was somewhat halted due to the pandemic. Alongside battling mental health struggles, the artist has faced an unpredictable journey throughout her career.

However, despite all the ups and downs, Savior has remained steadfast in her commitment to her art. After nearly five years of working on her third album, Beneath The Lilypad, set for release on May 16 via RCA Records (a deal she signed last year), she’s now poised to share the most personal work of her career. Recorded over multiple studio sessions alongside her partner and producer Drew Erickson (Lana Del Rey, Father John Misty), the album delves into themes of love, ego, insecurity, and mental health. With the cinematic opening singles “Unforgivable” and “The Mothership,” Savior is more creatively liberated than ever before. Beneath The Lilypad is shaping up to be her magnum opus.

1883 Magazine’s Cameron Poole sits down with Alexandra Savior to discuss her new single “The Mothership,” what Beneath The Lilypad represents to her, stop-motion filmmaking, and much more.

Hi Alexandra, thanks for speaking with 1883 Magazine. We actually first met eight years ago at Oslo in Hackney for a different website—time flies! How has life evolved for you since then? It’s been a long period of time [laughs].

[laughs] Yeah! It’s crazy that it has been that long since. Was I playing a show?

Yes at Oslo!

I remember that, it was kind of a smaller one, right?

Yeah, it’s a lovely venue.

Nice. Well, it has evolved a lot I guess [laughs], I don’t even know where to start. I’ve put out almost two records since then, and I have a dog now.

Your new single “The Mothership” is out now. What was it like working with your partner and producer Drew Erickson—especially as the track serves as a love song to him, but also touches on your past mental health struggles?

Your third album, Beneath The Lilypad, arrives on May 16. After everything you’ve navigated—personally and professionally—what does this release represent for you now, especially after nearly five years in the making?

It feels like this release, when I first started writing it, I was in a really tough place in my life, and I was dealing with a lot of mental health struggles. It’s sort of like this journey; within the process of making the album, I went into psychosis, and I was hospitalised, and then when I came out the other side of it, I feel like I really changed completely as a person. Coming into being in control of my brain chemistry, and the fact that has been something that has really taken up so much of my life. Now, I feel like a fully formed, capable person, which I don’t think I was when we first started.

When I first started writing it, and even when we first started recording it, so for me it just represents overcoming the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to go through. I’m just really excited that it’s going to finally go into the world, you know.

Look, I appreciate you even talking about that because it can’t be easy speaking about these things to a bloody journalist and not a family member or friend.

Thanks for listening.

During that previous interview, you mentioned it was “rare” for you to get the opportunity to paint—have you been able to find more time for this passion lately? I know you did the cover for the new record, which is so cool.

Yeah, It’s been tricky because I have an autoimmune disease. One of the main problems is that I have really extreme arthritis and so I wasn’t able to play guitar, paint or draw because the pain was so intense. But now, I’m recovering, and I’ve been able to start working on things again. Actually, I was a little late today because I was making a model for a stop-motion, which involves painting and all that kind of stuff.

So it’s nice because the nice thing about being a musician or artist in this way is that, I’m not that good at painting [laughs], I couldn’t make a living off it, so that is why I did music. But I am able to use the music as a way for me to express myself creatively and have control over it, and just do what I am passionate about which is making stuff.

For the new album’s first single, “Unforgivable,” you created a stop-motion promo clip. What do you enjoy about this technique and is there anything else you want to explore further?

What I’m drawn to within the stop-motion is that so much is based around collage. With the stop-motion, I’m essentially creating a three-dimensional collage involving the same visuals that are in the album and single covers. I’ve always wanted to try it when I was working on my second record. But I was way too scattered to sit down and focus on something like that.

Now because the record has been finished for so long, and getting ready for it to be released, I’ve had all this time. I think it helps create a world, when I see things in my head, it is nice to figure out how I can make it with my abilities, I couldn’t paint it, but with stop-motion, it is tangible and I find it easier to build the worlds with stop-motion.

The clip was 17 seconds but how long did it take to make? A lot of work goes into it even for just a short clip.

[points to the chessboard in her bedroom] I made that with collage, that was the thing that took the longest amount of time. I was looking through all these old Life magazines from the 1940s and finding dark, light hues. That’s what took the longest.

Actually making the film itself which was 17 seconds, it took us about three and a half hours.

I know “Unforgivable” has been out for a little while now but people will still be discovering it for the first time. In a previous interview, you mentioned in terms of excitement for this record, it felt a bit “anticlimactic” as the record has been ready for a while and you were getting the right team together. But still with it being your first song back in a few years, how did you feel in that moment when it was released? It seems to have had a really good reaction.

Yeah, I mean, it’s funny because this is what has happened with every single release or every album that I’ve put out, where it’s almost like you expect that everything is going to change. With the singles, there’s not a tangible release, or I’m not holding a record. Probably a similar feeling would be iff you posted something on social media, and everybody kept asking me within the weeks afterwards, ‘how are you feeling?’ But it doesn’t feel real yet to me.

You also told me during that previous chat how you’d just been recognised for the first time at a Rough Trade show two days before the Oslo performance. Obviously, as a musician, you don’t care about fame or anything like that, only the art. But I had a Google and now, you’ve got dedicated fan pages and people covering your songs on YouTube—how does that feel?

It feels really great. I’m always just shocked, and I feel a lot of gratitude to even know that people are listening to it. Because it’s not often that reality I’m faced with that, because it’s not like I’m walking down the street [laughs] and people are recognising me. But when it does happen, or whe playing shows, it just warms my heart because I feel like I feelmisunderstood a lot. That’s a big part. Since I was little, I never felt like I like fit in and then with my mental health, I feel very misunderstood. So when I see people react to it or cover the songs, it’s just like wow.

As much as we’re supposed to pretend like we don’t want validation. I think any person who’s invested in something and has created something wants people to feel what they feel, I think. It’s a great feeling, it’s nice.

The recognition is deserved. To pursue your vision and art, no matter what hurdles come your way, and putting out new music, no matter the wait, is fantastic. It’s not easy.

Thanks.

With Belladonna of Sadness you were with Columbia, and then 2020’s The Archer came via 30th Century Records. From those past experiences, what have you learned to truly value—and fight for—when negotiating your deal with RCA last year?

Oh, I think that I didn’t have a lot of creative control when I was working on my first record, or at least it felt that way. I think I was so young that I didn’t know and maybe didn’t have a lot of self respect, I guess [laughs]. Then I don’t know, I had these two completely opposing experiences, from being with a major label and then being with this small indie. It’s interesting, I guess, just knowing that the vision is going to be mine.

I’ve had such a great experience with RCA, because now that I’m older and know my direction more, I haven’t had many problems with it. But I think, just making sure that the creative vision is within my control, and just finding people to help me with it, rather than allowing it to be taken from me, is important.

Do you have any personal favourite moments from the recording process for the new record? I believe it was essentially just you and Drew for a lot of it, and how you’d go into a studio one month to record and because studios are expensive, it was then several months before you’d get back into the studio to record again. How many sessions were there in the end?

Oooh, well, so it’s interesting because with the singles, Drew played mostly everything, and I played a little guitar. But then with the rest of the album, it was a different process. The reason why it took so long is because at the beginning, we went in and we were recording to tape with a band. And so I would just be like: ‘Okay, here’s the song. Like, this is what I want it to be like’. Then we would just go in and I would sing and play in the booth, and then everybody would be out playing at the same time. That was really fun for me to experience. It was also the first time that II had strings on anything.

To just be in a room with people who are in the LA Philharmonic, it was insane. My brain couldn’t even attach to how it was happening, it was fun. Some of my favorite moments is that my dog got to come with us and he’d be running around, sitting under the chair of the cellist [laughs].

And working with Drew and the engineer, who is our best friend. So it was a very intimate and warm setting to make this record. I think it was about 20 days in total that we ended up [in the studio], but it was over the course of a couple of years.

Do you have any particular favourite songs from the new album that resonate with you the most?

I really like “You Make It Easier” because I wrote it right after I got out of the hospital. It’s sort of another similar kind of lyrical theme as “The Mothership”, just knowing that there’s this darkness and maybe some suicidal ideation going on, but that having someone there with me through it makes it easier. I really like that song.

Are there any potential UK dates planned, or should we wait for a bigger tour announcement?

There will definitely be UK dates. I don’t know the specifics yet, but this is just the beginning, so we’ll definitely be going over there. I love playing the UK—it’s always so fun. I love it there. So we will, I just don’t know when.

Finally, what is one thing you’d like to manifest for yourself?

I think I just want to manifest consistency within my life as a creative. To just be consistently making and releasing music because that’s been the hardest thing.

Well, the making is not the hard thing, it’s the releasing. It’s been so up and down for me, and I think I would like to have a solid foundation to do that [laughs].

Alexandra, I know you’ve done a lot of interviews, and they can be tedious sometimes, so I really want to emphasise how much I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me. It’s been nice.

Thank you! No, It’s not tedious for me, It’s exciting. I’ve been forcing my mum to listen to these demos and asking her what she thinks. So it’s nice to have people talk to me about it because most people in my personal life, this is the last thing they want to talk about [laughs].

[gracefullou]

This is the most important part from that article and like I said wbk lol

When Harry Styles's black limousine arrived at the church (in typical sensible Harry style, he was the first to get there), onlookers expected to see the other members of One Direction climb out alongside him.

After all, in their heyday they would refer to one another as 'brothers'. Only those five boys could ever comprehend the magnitude of their overnight fame and how it upended their lives entirely.

However, Harry wasn't with his bandmates Niall Horan, Zayn Malik or Louis Tomlinson. Instead he was flanked by actor turned chat show host James Corden and their television producer friend Ben Winston.

The trio are very close. Harry lived in Winston's loft while his house in Hampstead was being renovated in 2013, spending a significant amount of their free time with Corden.

Arriving at Liam's funeral separately was an illustration of just how far apart the bandmates have grown since their reign as the world's most successful boyband, when they presented themselves very much as 'besties'.

After Harry, Niall was the next to arrive with his girlfriend Amelia Woolley, then Zayn and then Louis. Outside the church, only Zayn and Louis were seen sharing a moment together before Zayn left alone shortly afterwards.

'Of course, they all wanted to be there, they shared so much with Liam,' said one insider. 'But that doesn't mean they are best friends any more. They haven't worked together for almost ten years – they have grown apart.

In fact, the last time they all met up, it was because Simon Cowell insisted they did after Louis's mum died, and that was eight years ago.

'But it was just so telling to see Harry arrive with his super-famous friend James rather than the other band members. It kind of told you what you needed to know about how the boys have drifted apart.'

I'm told there is very little contact between Harry and the others, and that it's a similar story for Niall, though he was the last of the band members to see Liam before he died.

Indeed, Liam was in Buenos Aires to see the Irish heart-throb in concert, and afterwards had what I'm told was a 'quick and fleeting' meeting with him.

It is surely agonising to all involved that one of the first times the band had reunited in years was in the hours after Liam died on October 16 – to agree on the most poignant words to pay tribute to him.

In a statement signed 'Louis, Zayn, Niall and Harry', they wrote: 'We're completely devastated by the news of Liam's passing.

'In time, and when everyone is able to, there will be more to say. But for now, we will take some time to grieve and process the loss of our brother, who we loved dearly. The memories we shared with him will be treasured for ever. For now, our thoughts are with his family, his friends, and the fans who loved him alongside us. We will miss him terribly. We love you Liam.'

To the outside world, it appeared little had changed since their days travelling the globe as the biggest boyband since the Beatles.

In fact, those closest to Liam at the end were Louis and Zayn, who have both had their own troubles in recent years.

Louis struggled following the deaths of his mother Johannah Deakin in 2016, and his little sister Felicite – who accidentally overdosed on cocaine, an anxiety drug and painkillers aged just 18 – four years later. Meanwhile, Zayn was reportedly axed by his record label RCA due to his alleged cannabis use in 2021.

Dailymail being the low of the low, posting articles about this at a time like this 😬. But it is kind of ironic that #those people said they weren't seen together as a whole bc they didn't want the attention when as usual that brought even more attention (mainly by fans) and tbh all the media would run with the "1D memebers reunited at their lost brother's funeral" (and they did) whether there where pics of them together or not, just them being there is enough to generate these articles. What's even more telling is that there were only pics of Harry and Niall together, which was already established that they get along well enough, no other pictures of the other members together (not talking about Louis and Zayn bc it's obvious they just met at the entry and ofc they would be civil to one another at a time like this, which also kind of confirms that they didn't even coordinate their arrivals to not be seen together, bc if that was the case why would Zayn and Louis arrive almost at the same time, they had a public fall out them interacting would take away the "attention" no?)

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Canned Heat Blues · Tommy Johnson

Next to Son House and Charley Patton, no one was more important to the development of pre-Robert Johnson Delta blues than Tommy Johnson. Armed with a powerful voice that could go from a growl to an eerie falsetto range and a guitar style that had all of the early figures and licks of the Delta style clearly delineated, Johnson only recorded for two years -- from 1928 to 1930 -- but left behind a body of work that's hard to ignore.

The stories about his live performances -- where he would play the guitar behind his neck in emulation of Charley Patton's showboating while hollering the blues at a full-throated level for hours without a break -- are part of it. So is his uncontrolled womanizing and alcoholism, both of which constantly got him in trouble. Then there's the crossroads story. Yes, years before the infamous deal with the Devil at a deserted crossroad was being used as an explanation of the otherworldly abilities of young Robert Johnson, the story was first being told repeatedly about Tommy, often by the man himself to reinforce his abilities to doubting audiences.

He was born in 1896 in Hinds County, MS, on the George Miller plantation. Once the family moved to Crystal Springs in 1910, Tommy picked up the guitar, learning from his older brother, LeDell. By age 16, Johnson had run away from home to become a "professional" musician, largely supporting himself by playing on the street for tips. Tommy apparently spent most of the '20s drinking, womanizing, gambling, and playing music in the company of Rubin Lacy, Charley McCoy, Walter Vincent, and Ishmon Bracey when the money got low and, apparently, only when the mood struck him. By all accounts, Tommy felt no particular drive to promote himself relentlessly and -- while he did play music for pay until the very end of his life -- he certainly wasn't as serious about his career as he was about partying.

He cut his first records for the Victor (later RCA Victor, now BMG) label at sessions held in Memphis, TN, in 1928. Johnson's first releases hit the area hard, inspiring up-and-comers such as Howlin' Wolf, Robert Nighthawk, Johnnie Temple, and Otis Spann.

He cut one more stack of great records for the Paramount label in 1930, largely through the maneuvering of fellow drinking buddy Charley Patton. Then the slow descent into total alcoholism started taking its toll, reducing his once prodigious talents to small, sporadic flickerings of his former genius. 

He worked on a medicine show with Ishmon Bracey in the '30s, but mostly seemed to be a mainstay of the juke and small-party dance circuit for the rest of his days. He was playing at a local house party in November of 1956 when he suffered a fatal heart attack. Whether the story about the deal with the Devil at the crossroads was something he truly believed, or just something Tommy said to drum up local interest in himself, it seems a bit odd that you'll find him buried at the Warm Springs Methodist Church Cemetery in Crystal Springs. Maybe he mellowed out toward the end, maybe he found God. Some things about the blues you'll just never know.