#Surfer rock inspired

[stuffedteen]

Magical Waistband

Thomas had always been the poster boy for athleticism. With his chiseled jawline and bulging biceps, he was the kind of guy you'd see on the cover of fitness magazines. He loved working out, eating clean, and living a disciplined life. But little did he know, his life was about to take a turn for the curvier.

One sunny day in Southern California, Thomas decided to take a break from his usual workout routine and explore some job opportunities. He strolled along the beach and found himself at the entrance of Hollister. As he walked in, the smell of salty sea breeze and the sound of beachy tunes filled the air.

The store manager, Chad, was your typical surfer dude, all laid-back and cool. "Yo, dude! You look like you could totally rock our clothes," Chad said with a friendly grin.

Henry chuckled. "Thanks, man. I'm just checking out job options for the summer."

Chad's eyes lit up. "Well, that's perfect, bro. We're lookin' for some new staff, and you'd fit right in."

Henry nodded, completely unaware of what was about to happen. "Sure, sounds good to me."

Chad handed him a pair of crisp white Hollister briefs. "Here, man, try these on. They're like, our uniform, and they'll make you look even more awesome."

Henry took the briefs and headed to the changing room. Little did he know, those innocent-looking briefs were about to change his life forever.

As Henry slipped on the briefs, he felt an odd sensation. They tightened around his waist, but he attributed it to their slim-fit style. Unbeknownst to him, there was something magical about these briefs. They had the power to transform the wearer, but Henry was still clueless.

A few weeks passed, and Henry continued to work at Hollister. He enjoyed the laid-back atmosphere and was making new friends among his colleagues. However, something strange was happening. He had become hungrier than ever, and the once-disciplined athlete was now indulging in burgers, pizzas, and all sorts of junk food.

One day, as Henry glanced at himself in the mirror, he was shocked. His body had gone through an incredible transformation. His abs were now buried under a soft, round gut, and his muscles had softened into a curvier shape. His coworkers couldn't help but notice.

"Whoa, Henry, you've been packing on the pounds!" one of them said.

"Yeah, man, since you started working here you've blown up!" another chimed in.

Henry chuckled, still oblivious to the magical briefs' role in his weight gain. He continued to indulge in his newfound love for food, and his physique kept expanding. But he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was starting to enjoy his new, softer shape.

One evening, as he lay on his couch, his hand absentmindedly reaching for a bag of chips, his phone buzzed with a call from Chad. He picked up, curious to see what his manager wanted to talk about.

"Hey, Chad! What's up, man?" Henry greeted with a warm tone.

"Hey, Henry! I've got something pretty wild to confess," Chad replied.

Henry sat up, intrigued. "Alright, spill the beans, dude. What's going on?"

Chad cleared his throat. "So, remember those crisp white Hollister briefs I gave you when you started working here?"

"Yeah," Henry replied, scratching his head. "They're pretty comfy, I have to say. I've started wearing them basically everyday."

Chad continued, "It's all part of a change in company policy, man. Hollister decided we needed to be more inclusive, so we started hiring larger models. And the briefs, they, uh, magically enhance your physique to fit the new standards. You rock that new look. And I've gotta say, you've become a real inspiration for the brand."

He finally realized what was going on.

"Wait a minute," Henry mumbled to himself. "It's those darn briefs! They're making me chubby!"

The realization was liberating. He knew he should be concerned, but there was something strangely appealing about his new body. He looked at himself in the mirror with a newfound confidence and found himself incredibly attracted to the roundness of his gut and the softness of his body.

"I've got a size up in the briefs waiting for you when you come in for your shift tomorrow" said Chad. "See you then!"

Determined to embrace his new reality, Henry went all in. He let go of his strict workout routines and fully surrendered to his love for food. Burgers, fries, and ice cream became his best friends, and he watched his body expand with glee.

Over time, he fully embraced the life of a slob. His jock days were long gone, and he had become the embodiment of indulgence. It wasn't what he had planned, but he couldn't deny that he was loving every moment of it.

[weirdmageddon]

any dave music hcs? :) my playlist for him mostly consists of relatively popular rock music. besides wacky but awesome garageband beats, i personally think he’d be a rocknroll radio hits kinda guy, at least for pre-sburb dave, i don’t think he’d have as much freedom to really explore music the way he wants before then. some of my favorites for him are all mixed up (311), superman’s dead (our lady six), bound for the floor (local H), everything to everyone (everclear), inside out (eve 6) and birds (butthole surfers). i also think he’d like metal too! particularly nu metal. even if mixing music and rapping is an outlet for him, i see him relating to these types of songs a lot and maybe at the time when his #ironiccoolguy persona is most prevalent + affecting his interests/personality heavily, he’s embarrassed about admitting his popular favorites b/c it’s not cool to him to like what’s mainstream. but you know character arc! and besides when the earth explodes no music is really popular anymore LOL. btw i liked your davejade music posts ^_^ so i’m very curious if you have any thoughts for dave music on his own!

one of the first things we know about dave is “You like to rave about BANDS NO ONE'S EVER HEARD OF BUT YOU” but its never brought up again. so i can see him having a bit of a punky existence. but its pretty impossible to list bands that people havent heard about but him. it doesnt mean he can’t like known acts. pink floyd are one of the most well known music artists of all time but i think he would like it for instance

but of those known acts i know his ass does not listen to fallout boy or whatever

idk dave he strikes me as someone who listens to both brian eno and death grips but at the same time theres a lot of stuff i CANT see him listening to

i think he probably likes beastie boys. paul’s boutique (1989) is probably one of his top albums. deltron 3030 (2000) too. both experimental hiphop, paul’s boutique utilizing plunderphonics while deltron 3030 is a bit more epic and psychedelic.

i think both wouldve changed his life. paul’s boutique for for his pragmatic bent (sampling)

and deltron 3030 on the psychological / reflection / journey / listen and close your eyes rock opera side (“It is a rap opera concept album set in a dystopian year 3030. The album's story casts Del in the role of Deltron Zero, a disillusioned mech soldier and interplanetary computer prodigy rebelling against a 31st-century New World Order. In a world where evil oligarchs suppress both human rights and hip-hop, Del fights rap battles against a series of foes, becoming Galactic Rhyme Federation Champion. Del the Funky Homosapien's lyrics veer from serious social commentary to humor to epic sci-fi battles, while producer Dan the Automator creates an eerie and dense atmosphere.”)

come on man

nmesh dream sequins is another album i can see him listen to, the cream of the crop for experimental vaporwave (the type of slowing samples in vaporwave was a technique pioneered by dj screw who i think dave would also dig, as it essentially manipulates time and thats Cool). probably likes oneohtrix point never too, an experimental electronic artist who also took inspiration from screw

maybe a bit of biting tongues, one of my favorites. he couldve been led to it going down the eno hole. probably his favorite album being recharge (1989)

as for rock i’m pretty sure dave strikes me as a psychedelic / experimental rock type of dude. so yeah pink floyd is still on the table especially early with syd barrett (the piper at the gates of dawn (1967) and a saucer full of secrets (1968)). but i think he can like later after that (of COURSE he feels drawn to the song ‘time’ lol i bet he’d want to replicate the atmosphere of the song’s beginning in his own stuff). he likes this kinda sound. he i can definitely see him being a ween fan for sure, especially quebec (2003) or their satire art/prog rock album the mollusk (1997) —the latter of which i could see him bonding with jade over DEFINITELY just listen to the titular song — but really the whole discography. or a zappa fan. maybe a dip into metal if its experimental or funky like primus or zillatron (bootsy collins alias)

i have to mention that these are all bands i like to some degree because to know what they sound like and if they fit dave ive had to listen to them lol. but yeah so that could put some bias into it and theres surely more stuff he would listen to i dont know but heres a portion of what i see from where i am

the common denominator between all the music i talked about was that theyre experimental

[c0kitty]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ....  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 w/ kirishima eijirou              « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄            

summary: eijirou dating a reader who’s alt, and goth.   (⛦) content: fluff, eijirou is a surfer-bro dude, idc! reader has piercings and wears only black. lowkey a self-insert. reader listens to rock. modern au. (⛦) w/c: 480+

⛦ ── eijiro who just loves, and adores his alt-girlfriend. to your ripped fishnets, your face riddled with piercings, and your grunge makeup — he just thought you were just so gorgeous. he’d love how creative you would get with your outfit, smothering you with kisses and compliments before you leave the house. you’d whine about how you were going late to be late, but you never stop him.

⛦ ── eijiro who sees the stares you’d get as his girlfriend. he didn’t blame them, seeing how contrastly you guys dressed. him, like a beach-bro, muscly-man wearing bright colors, and you like a goth, dressed in all black, goddess (his words not yours.)

it didn’t help that he really loves showing you off, because not only did you look so good, but he wanted everyone to fall in love with your personality, like he did. the little quirks you had, and understanding that even if you were reserved, you had your own ways of showing you care.

⛦ ── eijiro close-friends, who were very surprised when they found out you guy’s were dating. denki’s eyes were wide as saucers, and hanta mouth-agape. katsuki and mina seemed to have the only normal reaction with katsuki nodding his head to you, and mina giving you a wide-smile — celebrating she wasn’t going to be the only girl in the group.

they all quickly grew to love you after you bravely beat katsuki in a zombie-arcade game.

⛦ ── eijiro who gets a nose piercing inspiring by you. defiently was a little scared when getting the piercing, even if he didn't admit it. but when he got it, realized it wasn't too bad.

you would tell him about piercing care, and tips.

⛦ ──  eijiro who you watch surf in the water whilst laying on the beach, with your black umbrella, towel, and black tight-fited bikini. he’d do tricks that in no way in hell, you would even try to do. eijiro would try to beg you to come on his surfboard.

⛦ ── eijiro who loves to have your lipstick print on his lips, neck, cheek, just wearing it. he loves pda, shamelessly making out in public, touching you, hugging you from behind, kisses on the forehead. — he just wanted your touch, affection.

he’s kinda like a golden retriever, behind you everywhere, and just wanted to do everything with you.

⛦ ── eijiro who lets you put on eyeliner on him, it was pretty easy to persuade him. you knew it would look good on him, and he definitely thought so, as he starts wearing it to events and, random outings.

[girltomripley]

MALIBU RISING is the 11th studio album by American singer-songwriter Taylor Swift. Released on August 27, the album is inspired by the life of 80's surfer and model, Nina Riva. Taylor explores themes of living under the spotlight, nostalgia, and womanhood, relating the experiences lived by Riva to her own all throughout the album. With a sound inspired by 70s pop rock and classic California surf music, the album marks the first collaboration between Swift and music producer TJ Reid.

(My favorite books as Taylor Swift albums 1/?: Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid)

[acceleracers-baby]

Acceleracers HCs! What Element Would They Bend?

I just finished the Avatar Live Action and now I have brain rot about these movies AND the original ATLA show.

———

Teku

(Nolo Pasaro, Vert Wheeler, Shirako Takamoto, Kurt Wylde, Karma Eiss)

Metal Maniacs

(Taro Kitano, Tork Maddox, Monkey McClurg, Porkchop RIggs, Markie Wylde)

+Bonus Round

(Brian Kadeem & Banjee Castillo)

———

Teku

Nolo Pasaro - Okay, when I rewatched the Acelleracers recently, I literally had to look up the voice actor for Nolo because I genuinely thought it was Dante Basco (Zuko) for a second. They sound so similar. Plus Nolo’s firey personality and his pride really make me think he’d be a Firebender. “Tork! I challenge you to an Agni Kai!”

Vert Wheeler - I feel like I don't need to say it, but I’m gonna… Vert’s a Waterbender! Water is the element of change and Vert is all about adapting to the different tracks. He’s also a surfer- so… yeah I feel like this one is pretty self-explanatory. I swear this dude would become one with the ocean if it was possible. I can’t get the image of him making a surf board out of ice and just using the full moon to make the biggest waves possible for himself.

Shirako Takamoto - Shirako is so chill all the time I can’t help but see him as an Airbender. I also feel like he’d use his bending in the most creative and chaotic ways possible like manipulating the air around his speakers to make them sound louder or clearer. Not to mention that he’d use his bending to mildly annoy the Metal Maniacs. Think blowing their tools just slightly out of reach or speeding by them on an air scooter.

Kurt Wylde - Kurt has such strong Firebending vibes that it literally inspired this post lol. He just seems like such a hothead. He’s got the sass and air of superiority that comes with most Firebenders. It doesn't help that he and Mark have a sibling rivalry that reminds me of Zuko & Azula. Kurt also seems like he’d be able to manipulate lightning, and I’m not just saying that cause he looks like Mako.

Karma Eiss - Karma also gives off Firebending vibes. Her drive for perfection fits the precision a Firebender needs in order to safely manipulate their element. One wrong move and it could mean trouble. Karma would have her element fully mastered. She would have the wisdom to take skills from other bending disciplines and apply them to her own style. She can bend both fire and lightning, and I feel like she’d be skilled enough to turn up the heat for those blue flames!

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Metal Maniacs

Taro Kitano - Oh, look at that. Another Firebender. I mean come on! He’s the leader of the Scorchers in World Race. His car has a classic flame paint job!! The Fire Nation was literally modeled after Imperial Japan!! There are so many connections I could make here, but what really convinces me is his overall attitude. He follows a strict honor code, and just like Karma, he’s got the control a Firebender needs to be successful. I feel like he’d make a great Lavabender too.

Tork Maddox - I’m getting strong Earthbender vibes from Tork. He’s built as sturdy as a rock, and his personality is just as solid. He stands his ground a lot in the Acceleracer movies, and although he’s got some fire behind his eyes, it’s usually only in response to being antagonized by one of the other racers. He’s the very foundation of the Metal Maniacs and like any good Earthbender, he seems to listen before he reacts. I also love the idea of Tork being a Metalbender.

Monkey McClurg - Monkey strikes me as a Nonbender, but if I had to give him an element, he would be an Earthbender. Mainly because I feel like he could make a great Metalbender. That being said, at my core, I really think he would end up not being able to bend, but he would make up for it by being an extremely creative inventor. He just reminds me of Sokka so much with how resourceful he is.

Porkchop Riggs - Porkchop is a full on Earthbender, baby! In fact, If Monkey ended up not being able to bend, he’d be who Monkey goes to for all of his Metalbending needs. He is one with the dirt. Especially since he's terrified of water.

Markie Wylde - Markie is 100% a Firebender as well. Like his older brother, he’s hot-headed and cocky. He gives off those Book One Zuko vibes in most of the Acceleracer movies. I don’t think he’d have the precision to be able to produce blue flames, but I do feel like he could pick up combustion. Could you imagine Markie with combustion tattoos up his arm instead of the stuff he's got now?

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Bonus Round

Brian Kadeem - Okay, I wanted to put Kadeem in the Earthbender category due to Sandbending, but Kadeem’s personality SCREAMS Airbender. He’s got too many pacifistic tendencies and is just so damn loveable I can’t not associate him with Aang. Not only that but due to the scenes in World Race where his mentor comes to him in visions, I feel like he would be able to connect to the Spirit World quite easily.

Banjee Castillo - Surprisingly, I feel like Banjee would be an Airbender too. If not an Airbender, then probably an Earthbender. He’s just so quick-witted and has such a lighthearted view on life that I can't help but stick him with the Airbenders. Also, the way he teases people (like when he waves at Kurt as he passes him in World Race) reminds me of when Aang is being mischievous.

——— Thanks for Reading ———

[voskhozhdeniye]

Musical Obsessions 2023

100 gecs: 10,000 gecs*

Aesop Rock: Integrated Tech Solutions

Alice Coltrane, I listen to her more than John now.

ANOHNI and The Johnsons' It Must Change, Rest and Why Am I Alive Now?

bdrmm's Pulling Stitches

Black Belt Eagle Scout: The Land, The Water, The Sky

Bowery Electric, lots of Bowery Electric

Chelsea Wolfe, lots of Chelsea Wolfe

Coil, lots of Coil

The Decemberists' The Rake's Song

Editors' Munich*

Emeralds, lots of Emeralds

Eric Dolphy, lots of Eric Dolphy

Fever Ray: Radical Romantics

Fiddlehead: Death Is Nothing to Us*

Flying Saucer Attack, lots of Flying Saucer Attack

God Body Disconnect: The Weight of Regression

HEALTH: RAT WARS*

The Inevitable Minor Fires: How Do I Miss You At This Remove? Let Me Count The Ways

Interpol's All the Rage Back Home and My Desire*

James Blake's Fall Back and Big Hammer

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown: SCARING THE HOES*

Kara Jackson: Why Does The Earth Give Us People To Love?*

Katie Gately's Bracer

Kelela: Raven

Lovesliescrushing, LOTS of Lovesliescrushing

Mandy, Indiana: i've seen a way*

Matana Roberts: Coin Coin Chapter Five: In the garden…*

Meat Beat Manifesto's Acid Again

My Wet Calvin's XS Underwear

The Orb: The Orb's Adventures Beyond the Ultraworld

Pan Sonic, lots of Pan Sonic*

Ross Fish: Stasis*

Slowdive: everything is alive

Sudan Archives' Freakalizer (The Egyptian Lover Remix)

SUNN O))), lots of SUNN O)))

Surfer Blood's Gravity

Sweet Trip: Velocity: Design: Comfort.

Thom Nguyên: The Summer Passed in Monotone

Tim Hecker: No Highs

Tod Dockstader: Aerial #1

TYGAPAW: love has never been a popular movement.

Tzusing: 绿帽 Green Hat

Yellow Swans, LOTS of Yellow Swans

Youth Valley: Lullabies For Adults

Zimpel / Ziołek: Zimpel / Ziołek

Zoon: Bekka Ma'iingan

Bold and italicized indicates a favorite released this year.

Matana's is my favorite. I really, really like the Fever Ray album. I forced myself to listen to less music this year than last year. This time last year I was completely fatigued. I broke a lot of habits this year. I have a notebook I've updated yearly since 2011 that lists my first album picked up each year, which albums I had in the car for each month, and every album I've listened to throughout the year that was released that year. Yes, I can tell you what album I had in my car in December 2012. It was Kate Bush's 50 Words For Snow. I didn't keep track of which albums I put in the car this year. I've had various Yellow Swans records in there since October. I also didn't keep track of which 2023 albums I listened to. Last.fm can tell me, but I'm not worried about it.

I have completely stopped listening to the radio, and use Spotify sparsely. My best friends are my external hard drives. I keep identical backups. I don't have THAT much music.

Last year was my jazz year. The goal was to expand beyond the artists I was familiar with. This year was my '90s and early '00s electronic music year. I think I dug a lot more vigorously last year. In fact I said, "Next year I want to start digging through all of the electronic albums the synth bros swear are the most important albums ever made." Some of them I liked, and some of them..... There was a point around June, where I actively recognized my digging around this year wasn't returning as much joy as last year. Autechre, Biosphere, Muslimgauze, and Pan Sonic are the finds whose discographies I've started devouring.

I truly listen to everything, because everything has the potential to be inspiring in someway. The flip side to that is that sometimes I subject myself to stuff I don't like. One of the MTV channels still mainly plays music videos, so sometimes I'll mindlessly watch the latest and greatest music videos to see what's "cool." Most of it is trash. That's how I heard all of these lazy samples people are getting away with.

@knightofleo Andy Stott, sometimes it takes me years to get to recommendations. Yes, you were right. I am taking notes.

I've decided next year I'm going to start with Japanese noise bands and see where they lead me. @the-inevitable-minor-fires and @anarchist-caravan I'm starting with Boris. I've heard very little from them. I'll probably start with Akuma no Uta. I really like Naki Kyoku. Any recommendations from them and other bands to check out? @zombimanos I'm not sure if you go here too, but if so, your input is also welcomed. I am a blank canvas on the subject. It doesn't have to be strictly Japanese noise bands, that's just an area I know has deep veins to mine.

As for my music, I'm drifting between noise and dance. I want my dance tracks to have less structure. If I could describe the sound I'm looking for it's Heart of Aeonia dub. Look up Slowdive's Moussaka Chaos if you haven't heard it. That drunken sound, but more rotted. There's an early Yellow Swans track the eventually evolves into something that sounds like a '90s Busta Ryhmes track. Shackleton also comes to mind. I want to sound murkier, waterlogged. Doom Ambient Techno. This has become a year long project now. I'll make tracks and they feel too far to one side or the other. I planned to do field recordings this year, but never did any away from the house. I might next year.

100 gecs: A now deleted user once said they have no business going so hard. I listen to this a lot at work. Also, hearing a trans woman tell people to suck her dick multiple times puts a smile on my face for some reason.

Editors: I've known this song for years. I have no clue why I suddenly became obsessed with it.

Fiddlehead: I really love the back half of that album.

Interpol: I don't talk about Interpol on here much. Certain Interpol songs make me lose my mind. I intentionally do not listen to them very much.

HEALTH: As a music fan, I like new HEALTH. But goddamn I miss Get Color HEALTH. As a music maker, I listen to new HEALTH and take notes.

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown: I hate them. I also wish they mixed their vocals cleaner. I got auditory issues.

Kara Jackson: I am typing this on December 23rd. In December, I relisten to albums released throughout the year in preparation for this list. I listened to Kara's album and Hannah Jadagu's album back to back last week. I've spoken about this many times before, but as a preteen, I wanted to become an artist because I felt like the emotional palette Black people were allowed to express was extremely constricted. As a child I felt that way, 20 plus years later, and now I know you have to scratch beyond the mainstream surface. It's something I still think about a lot, and not just with music. I was much more interested in film when I was younger. Earlier this year, I heard Joe Budden complain about going to a fashion show and all they played was EDM. (I hate that term) He said, there are niggas here, play some Black music. I know that's just who Joe is, but how does he know it wasn't? What does Black music sound like? Kara's Black, is her music not Black? I'm Black, is my music not Black? Are y'all aware there are people who stopped listening to Kanye after Yeezus because it was too White? Like shout out to you for dropping Kanye before the implosion, but what the fuck? I know where these invisible limits on what Black art and even Black people should look like come from, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating to be constantly feeling pressed up against it. As for the album, I love how it starts out simple and slowly adds more complex layers and arrangements. And then you have the title track, which is breathtaking every time. Put down the controller during Elden Ring down every time breathtaking.

Mandy, Indiana: I wish this album went harder. Every time I listen to it there are moments where I'm like MORE! If I can't get Get Color 2 from HEALTH, these guys are a good candidate for it.

Matana Roberts: I feel like Matana deserves a completely separate post for an essay exclusively about her. I'm so glad she's doing this. Her and Aesop occupy a very strange space for me. I actually get nervous when they announce new music. I always have such high hopes. They always deliver, but there's always that thought of how have they evolved since their last release? Yes, I'm aware of how pretentious this sounds. I don't care. I've had many favorite artists evolve to places it's hard to follow, 1980's Miles Davis for example. Hearing her evolution has been a joy, Aesop's too. I listen to Coin Coin Three the most. That's a taking notes album, but I think this is probably her best one. This one feels more intimate to me than the others. Whenever I listen to the album I think about the very ugly fight for abortion and bodily autonomy that's happening here right now, and the gender gap that men know exists, but like racism, must be confronted if acknowledged. So society ignores it, even though it shapes everything about our lives. Throughout the album she repeats the line, "We remember, they forget." The rapes, the abortions, the morning sickness, the second class status, and so on. The women remember what was done to their bodies. The men casually forget.

Pan Sonic: My favorite find going through '90s electronic. I am retooling the modulars to incorporate ideas I've gotten from listening to them. 2024 is violence.

Ross Fish: He created those two noise synths I grabbed this year. I posted the music video for Drugs and Sex on here over the summer. This is a whole fucking mood. His Youtube channel is one of those he's just like me frfr moments. I'm worried about his mental health.

Last year's list

[fatehbaz]

Oz Rock bands were big in Brazil in the 1990s. Australian surfers know its breaks. [...] [I]n the past decade [2005-2015] Brazil has had the second fastest rate of migration to Australia [...].

Australia’s connection with Brazil began in 1787 with the First Fleet voyage. This was thanks to the port of Rio’s location in the South Atlantic and a centuries-long British-Portuguese alliance – unique among European powers in the Age of Empires. The First Fleet had three layovers on its relatively cautious eight month voyage from Britain: a week in the Spanish colony of Tenerife in the Canary Islands, a month at Rio in the Portuguese colony of Brazil and a month at the Dutch East India Company’s Cape colony in South Africa. Fleet commander Arthur Phillip had not intended to rest and resupply at Rio but sailing conditions made it prudent to do so. And Phillip’s former service in the Portuguese navy ensured a cordial welcome from Rio’s colonial authorities.  

At this time, as Bruno Carvalho writes in Porous City: A Cultural History of Rio de Janeiro (2013), Rio enjoyed rising status within the Portuguese Empire. In 1763 it had been named the new capital of Brazil. In 1808 Portuguese royals fled to Rio to escape Napoleon and remained there at the end of the Napoleonic Wars in 1815. As a consequence, Rio could boast of being the only American city to serve as a centre of European power.

One First Fleet official lamented how little the British knew of Rio. This came to be addressed, as Luciana Martins notes in A Bay to be Dreamed Of: British Visions of Rio de Janeiro (2006), as increasing numbers of British visitors ventured there during the 19th century. Visitors included New South Wales Governor Lachlan Macquarie, and later Charles Darwin – along with thousands of convict and free migrants on board ships calling at the port of Rio.

Writing in Connected Worlds: History in Transnational Perspective (2005), Emma Christopher observed that in Australian history books, travel from Britain to Australia seemed to have been “covered as if in the blink of an eye”.

This inspired her to write of the “watery non-places” of the journey not as voids, but rather as places where much transnational history was lived [...].

[J]ournals by intending Australian colonists such as Macquarie’s wife Elizabeth allow glimpses of colonial Rio through colonial Australian eyes. Elizabeth Macquarie assessed Rio with keen intelligence and, more challengingly – as Jane McDermid has argued in recent research on histories of the British abroad – a callously casual racism.

First Fleet journals tell us that, in 1787, convicts confined to ship at Rio witnessed enslaved West Africans rowing Portuguese fruit sellers around the anchored Fleet transports in decoratively festooned boats.

Convicts overheard and exchanged stories from officials permitted shore leave: stories of the songs of captive West Africans awaiting sale at the port marketplace; of colourful Portuguese Catholic institutions and festivities that were exotic to straight-laced British Protestants. Stories of being forbidden, on pain of death, to venture to hinterland jewel mines. Onshore at Rio, colonial migrants bound for Australia befriended Portuguese colonists, despite the language barrier. They purchased curios. They passed judgement – glowing and harsh – on the people of the Portuguese colony, its natural and built environment, just as Brazilians in turn scrutinised them.

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Text by: Julie McIntyre. “I Go to Rio: Australia’s forgotten history with Brazil.” The Conversation. 16 September 2015. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[kickis-conan-king]

Keith stood on top of an outcropping of rock, the sun of this planet shining behind him, giving him a halo of golden rays that highlighted his raven hair with warm amber. His face was dirty, his hair a mess, his sword clutched in his hand. He was splattered with mud, his armor a mess. His face was in a snarl of fierce determination, his eyes focused on the horizon.

Lance absolutely swooned.

It just wasn’t fair. They were in the middle of a fight on the surface of a planet. It was dirty, the environment of this planet mostly low scrubby plants and muddy, orange tinged mud. The Galra were on the run but Lance was injured, his leg probably broken. He had been thrown to the foot of this small rocky outcropping. He was covered in dust- he could feel it gritty on his face, gritty between his teeth. He was numb to the pain thanks to his pounding adrenaline and he had his rifle clutched to his chest.

How was it fair that among all of this, Keith still managed to look so good?

Not just good, but like- vibrant. He belonged on a battlefield, growling and slashing and mean. He looked destined, like this- a hero, glowing and sharp.

“Lance!” he shouted down to where Lance was laying crumpled in the dirt. “Are you alright?”

Lance huffed. “I’m fine!”

Keith scoffed and slid down the curve of the rock face like a surfer riding a tide. Stupid, stupid and way too cool.

“I can literally see that you’re hurt.” Keith said as he came up to Lance’s side.

“No, I’m good, just.” Lance didn’t look down at his bent wrong leg. “Lounging.”

“Uh. Hunh.” Keith looked at him with a bored, blank expression. “Can you walk?”

Lance gritted his teeth. “...No.”

“Alright. Let me know if I hurt you.” Keith said, and then with no preamble, he sheathed his bayard, bent down and scooped Lance up into his arms. Bridal style. Princess carry.

Now, Lance had never been the submissive type. It’s not in his nature to imagine being rescued or to wonder what it's like to be held. He had, honestly, in all his daydreams pictured himself as the rescuer, the holder, the hero.

But here he was, held.

Keith’s strength astounded him. Lance knew that he wasn’t heavy or anything, but he was still a whole nearly grown man and Keith cradled him easily. Lance hissed through his teeth at the jostling of his leg, and Keith’s arms gentled around him. Lance had never felt simultaneously so vulnerable and so safe, and it was strange, a twisting in his gut that warmed him unexpectedly.

“I’ll get you home.” Keith said, flicking his eyes down to spare Lance a glance, his midnight eyes glowing.

what the fuck I’m gay??? Lance thought.

Keith, unaware of the crisis that he was inspiring, shifted Lance in his arms and walked across the hot and churned up ground at a brisk pace. He carried Lance all the way into the castleship, all the way to the healing pods. He set Lance down gently in the infirmary.

“You’ll take care of him from here?” Keith asked Coran, his voice steady, his hands steady.

“Of course, my dear boy!” Coran said, already eyeing Lance’s leg. Keith nodded and turned to the door, his shoulders set like a man gearing up to take a plunge. Then, as if distracted, he turns his head to Lance.

Quiet and intense, he crosses to put a finger under Lance’s chin, staring into his eyes. Lance feels devoured.

“You heal up now.” Keith said, his Texan accent lying thick on the words. “So I can kick your ass later.”

Lance squawked in protest. “As if you could!”

Keith raised an eyebrow. “Just listen to Coran. Be a shame to ruin your leg.”

“Whatever! I’ll be fine.” Lance crossed his arms over his chest, feeling lit up under that heavy gaze. “Why do you even care, hothead?”

Keith raked his eyes slowly down Lance’s body, his gaze an almost physical thing that traced Lance’s legs, his quivering thighs, his quivering body and holy fuck how is Keith turning him into a puddle right now who came and replaced this guy with a hottie

“Well, I’d hate to see those particular legs go.” Keith looked thoughtful for a minute. “Although, I do love to watch them leave.”

Lance gagged.

Who gave him permission??? To flirt like that?? Was he flirting?? Flirting with Lance?????

Keith laughed, his crooked incisors showing. He winked at Lance, slow and intentional, turned on his heel and was gone.

Lance cursed him a thousand times under his breath even as his heartbeat rioted.

[lebuc]

The Hmmm Society™

* quietly formed, with synchronicities so deep they could be undersea to a surfer or someone floating, undulating  longside noodle nerfers. no formalities required to be squired into its hallowed halls of infamy, fanned, not to burn so fiercely as to occasion a tan, should your dermis be too scarcely obsidian...

but, offa skin onto the where, how & when certain happenings occured within a given time-frame, to different folk, different names, over eons affected the same or miles per 5G tower city to city, daylight to neon-gritty hours.

here, the relevant line regards the simultaneity of encounters of the blurred kind portending a fresh deja vu to any who dare to rendezvous within or without a given milieu - like a city, state, country or orbiting planet - remember Janet? *

identifier's written in code, matching synapses on the affected's mental mapses, wrapped within their temporal lobes, retriggered by the voodoo of the woo woo, the imperceptible hum powering daily, nightly, oooh...

a sprightly façade belying the scarcely obvious, odd, mysterious, macabre Hmmm Society™

...stay tuned for tomorrow's variety.   * 6/23 - lebuc - The Hmmm Society™

*Schoolhouse Rock: Interplanet... inspired by fleurpoetic-blog

[rabbitcruiser]

Morro Rock Ecological Preserve, CA (No. 8)

With an oceanfront parking lot located directly under the shadow of awe-inspiring Morro Rock, this popular surf spot is as close to the rock as it gets. Although technically part of Morro Strand, this beach is often referred to as Morro Rock Beach by locals and travelers alike, for reasons that will become obvious the moment you arrive. Easily stroll the base of Morro Rock, keeping an eye out for seabirds (fun fact: the rock is the last of “the nine sisters,” or volcanic mountains that run from the Central Coast to Southern California). Today, Morro Rock is a historic landmark and bird sanctuary home to Peregrine Falcons, Seagulls and all manner of waterfowl which thrive along the rocky landscape. Surfers, picnickers, kite-flyers and sunbathers flock to the beach located just north of the rock, while the south side—protected by the harbor—is popular among kayakers and fishing enthusiasts. Planning on staying in San Simeon or Cambria, two popular Central Coast kayaking destinations in their own right? We encourage you to bring your kayak south to Morro Bay for a unique experience unlike what you’ve already enjoyed. While you might see whales and elephant seals to the north on Highway 1, Morro Bay features its own menagerie of critters, including friendly harbor seals and a year-round otter population that can be observed regularly snacking, napping, and communing among Morro Bay’s plentiful kelp beds.

Similarly, surfers staying in Cayucos love the close proximity to Morro Rock—known as one of the most popular surf spots on the Central Coast. Why not rent a board and catch a few iconic waves for yourself? Depending on the swell, you can also paddle across the harbor side to Sand Spit beach (also accessible from the Los Osos side). Large waves are common here, so it’s important to watch kids while they play in the water (lifeguards are staffed from Memorial Day Labor Day from 10am-6pm). Please note that dogs must be on-leash in this area, but they are welcome to roam freely at the Morro Bay Dog Beach, which stretches six miles north to dog-friendly town Cayucos. With its vast, sandy beach and views of Morro Rock in the distance, you’ll enjoy the walk just as much as your pup. Lastly, parking at Morro Rock Beach is a breeze: just take your pick of spots in this massive parking lot with bathrooms and outdoor showers to clean off sandy toes. Plus, parking wraps south of the rock, providing even more convenience for busy days (you’ll enjoy even greater views of the rock, local wildlife, and glittering back bay as you park the car). That’s a true win-win!

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[planeoftheeclectic]

I'd love to know more about "palutena trap (kid icarus meets the parent trap)"

Ok so I just answered an ask about this with a bit about the inspiration and approach I'm taking to this fic so this one I'm going to list some of my favorite plot points in no particular order:

This is a "modern au" so everyone has normal jobs, such as:

Investigative journalist who lives on a houseboat

Mob boss

Lead singer for a punk band which is actually a front for an eco-terrorist group

Karate sensei

Drag racer

Ex-MI6 butler

California surfer bro

Dark Pit, given the option refers to himself exclusively as "The Dark Falcon of Vengeance" or similar because I couldn't stretch my suspension of disbelief enough to call him Dark or to give him a different name entirely (much as I love @stonemaskedtaliesin's Pip, it just doesn't fit in the context I'm going with)

Dark Pit's actual name in this is Pit Pairisetti, and Pit's name is Pit Pasupati. Dark Pit's name is a more alliterative romanization of Bairisetty, a Telugu surname which means something like "falcon," which I thought was appropriate. Pasupati is a Hindi surname which was mostly picked because I liked the way it sounded and wanted both of their surnames to start with the same letter, giving the camp counselors an excuse to call them Dark Pit and Light Pit instead of just using their last initials.

Pit is going to mostly accidentally steal a team of horses from Hades as part of an escape when he's doing something with the Forces of Nature as the analog to the canonical Lightning Chariot. It will be glorious.

There is a Sonic expy who will never appear on-screen who is Phosphora's greatest nemesis (and possibly ending scene implied love interest, depends on if I think of anything funnier)

The background ship is past Palutena/Medusa and I haven't yet decided how much reconciliation they will do. Less than in The Parent Trap, for sure, but maybe more than I originally planned.

Medusa and Dark Pit know all the sorry details about their breakup, but Palutena never explained it to Pit

Despite their incredible athletic skills, both Pits sink like a rock in water.

As you might have gathered from their names, I am making Palutena and Medusa Indian, specifically from Northern India and Southern India, respectively. This is mostly because I can and encouraged by the fact that there's a species of parakeets from India that have naturalized to Greece. I'm pretty sure they're the ones from the tumblr poem about unmannerly peas, which is one of my all time favorites, so even better.

They met in Hyderabad and decided to marry each other instead of waiting around for whatever arranged marriage their families had planned for them. This is also why neither of them can go home because they would literally rather die than hear their aunt sigh and go "this is why blah blah blah."

They won the houseboat from Poseidon in a poker game. Palutena played the cards, Medusa helped her cheat.

The divorce was really ugly. Like, dragged through all the tabloids levels of ugly. Pit doesn't know about it because all of his electronics have parental controls about that specifically. It ruined Medusa's PI firm, which is why she now works for the mob boss.

This is why Pit just knows about the bad things Medusa has done (there was a REASON the divorce was ugly and it was not all Palutena's fault) but Dark Pit knows about things that Palutena said about him, specifically.

The Pits spend some time at camp bonding in the counselors-only Jacuzzi, and possibly over a camp play. Can't decide how much Addams Family Values I want to throw in.

Hades has eaten human hearts before, but prefers Amazon River Dolphin. He says the stench of evil ruins the taste.

Despite all the plot I have planned out (this is going to be so much longer than TFP) I feel like I have so much less of it planned out than TFP (which, to be fair, is a murder mystery). It's always a big shift to jump from one to the other, and it's going to be even more of a shift once I finish TFP and start editing and posting in earnest, but I'm looking forward to trying a different style of editing when I get there!

[carlosjijonwrites]

Only God Was Above Us Review

Alternative rock is almost synonymous with loud distortion. It’s a classic staple of the genre that allows bands to bring energy and emotion to their recordings. And although Vampire Weekend has been one of the more successful indie bands of the last few decades, they have always refrained from this practice. Since their debut in 2008, their electric guitars have sported clean tones and their sound has always been more bright than anything else. But that all changes in Only God Was Above Us, the group's latest release. In their fifth full-length LP, the band fills their songs with heavily distorted guitars and noisy synths. And interestingly, what they add to the music is not fierce emotion, but an atmosphere of chaos. 

The album’s second track, “Classical,” is crowded with all sorts of loud, dissonant sounds. Even the acoustic guitar sounds dirty, somehow. Still, it never comes off as a heavy rock song. Instead, the loud elements create an air of confusion and eeriness. The most surprising part is that this is all paired up with tender melodies and delicate piano sounds. It results in a sense of tumultuous beauty that’s present in the whole record. 

It’s a sound that fits well with the themes of the album, which are unapologetically bleak. When it was released, the band’s frontman Ezra Koenig shared a message in which he said the record was “kinda heavy” and it’s easy to understand what he meant. Vampire Weekend has tackled dark themes before, but Only God Was Above Us goes to much darker places. Just look at the lyrics of “The Surfer,” which casually mention “broke bodybuilders crushed beneath the weight” and “inept long-distance runners losing every race.” “Classical” gets into how, with time, even the most horrible acts can become normalized and even glorified. “How the cruel with time becomes classical,” sings Koenig before jumping into an apocalypse-themed chorus section.

And it all concludes with “Hope,” the ambitious, folk-inspired, 8-minute closing track. In it, the band explores tragedies of all sorts, going from corrupt justice systems and naive self-deception to backpacks falling onto the train tracks and everything in between. “The phoenix burned but did not rise”/ “The righteous rage was foolish pride.” And what’s the song’s response to all this dysfunction? Resignation. The lyrics suggest that the world is unfixable and that “the enemy is invincible,” so the answer is to just learn to let go. The lyrics make this point with unmissable clarity. Every verse ends with the words “I hope you let it go” and the chorus is a constant repetition of that same line.

It’s more than “kinda heavy,” I would say, but it’s accompanied by an unrelenting energy and a tongue-in-cheek sense of humor that prevents it from ever becoming depressing. The album’s third track, “Capricorn,” is definitely sad, but it also contains an air of playful self-deprecation that makes it fun and exciting. In the second verse, the singer complains about being “alone and wounded” only to immediately add “but in my prime.” My favorite song on the record, “Pravda,” uses dark humor in a similar way. The lyrics describe a person with an almost comically desperate desire to go away. To make this clear, every verse ends with the phrase “I’m leaving at the rising of the Moon,” even when it doesn’t really make sense. Like in the final section, the narrator reminisces about a job they once had selling ties at Penn Station only to cut themselves off midway and remind us that they, in fact, are leaving at the rising of the Moon. 

I’ve talked about the noisy synths for a while now, but that is just one element in an album that’s honestly chock-full of creativity and fun. The song “Mary Boone” mixes angelical choirs with upbeat hip hop rhythms and “Connect” features one of the craziest, most psychedelic piano sections I’ve ever heard in a pop song. And even with its dark lyrics about false prophets and matadors being killed by raging bulls, the main piano riff in “Hope” is just so catchy.

Can’t help but get the feeling that Vampire Weekend is alienating their audience somewhat with their incessant experimentation. The weird-sounding electric guitars and deafening synths will surely turn many people off. It almost feels like dissonance-core, to be honest, and I can picture more than one person thinking that “Capricorn” would have worked better without all the dinosaur sounds in the mix. Not to mention the hyper-local New York references about “Grant’s tomb” and commuting from New Jersey might come off as obnoxious to some. I have always admired how the band has maintained their bold artistic approach even though it’s constantly being met with skepticism by mass audiences and hardcore fans alike. Just gotta let it go, I guess.

[doriandrifting]

One day I’ll write my incredibly self indulgent S4 Renaissance Faire canon-divergent AU where instead of Spring Break, Mike’s parents let him spend the Summer in Lenora. Mike and El have their “Love, Mike” argument, and El breaks up with him and leaves to spend the summer with Max and co in Hawkins. Joyce still takes off to secretly rescue Hopper, leaving Jonathan and Argyle in charge—which is to say Byler is left pretty much to their own devices. Will’s got a weekend gig at the RenFaire painting, and Mike just tags along. Meanwhile Argyle and Jonathan are working at the Ye Olde Surfer Boy booth in between getting stoned (“with drugs, not rocks!”). And Mike was so worried about El’s letter saying Will was painting for some girl, that he never considered having to fight off boys, but this jousting knight keeps trying to get Will’s attention, and it’s pissing Mike off because there’s only room for one paladin in Will’s life. Plus D&D inspired costumes, secret queer hand-fasting (renfaire betrothal) ceremonies that lead to gay realizations, and also Mike being chronically sprinkled with fairy dust just because lmaoo

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

and last but not least, "Don't you believe in love at first sight?" "I believe in annoyed at first sight for sure" with John B?

also if you ask yourself why I just sent you like six prompts, it's because I found my old "inspirational or motivational (and partly romantic)" quotes and thought I'd turn them into prompts

I was, indeed, wondering about the influx of prompts but yeah, that makes sense lol

Also, I low-key want that shirt lol

It didn’t happen every day that you almost got run over by another surfer, but today was apparently an exception.

“Hey, watch out!” you shouted, but by then it was too late.

Your boards crashed together, launching you headfirst into the waves. You didn’t even have time to shout before you disappeared under the surface. You quickly came up again, blinking the salt water from your eyes.

Close to you, a boy broke the surface, shaking long wet hair from his eyes before looking over at you. “Did we just crash?”

“I tried to warn you,” you replied, swimming back and hoisting yourself onto your board. “But by then it was too late. Are you okay?”

He did the same and examined a red line on his arm. “Ran into some rocks, but it’s fine. Were you not paying attention?”

You gaped at him. “Excuse me? As far as I remember, I was the one trying to avoid that crash! Did you even see me?”

The boy rolled his eyes. “You really have to ask? You came out of nowhere!”

“I swear to god, if you try to pin this on me, I will drown you.”

“Well, you’re a charmer,” he muttered, paddling closer. “I’m John B.”

“Why should I care?”

“Because this was obviously a meet-cute,” he said, so quickly that it caught you off guard. He certainly was witty, for such an idiot. He must have noticed the look on your face because he smirked and said: “What, don’t you believe in love at first sight?”

“Nope,” you replied. “I do believe in annoyed at first sight, though.”

John B laughed at that. “Come on. Can I at least know your name?”

That laugh was infectious, and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. “It’s (Y/N).”

[feralmoonlight]

Your Mer!Sun/Moon look so fun and huggable, I’d love to give them all the head pats and chin scritches they deserve! Though I question how wise it would be to act on that impulse, they do seem rather wild. How are they with humans or human contact? Any bad experiences that would make them fearful or aggressive? Any good experiences or ways to earn their trust?

Also their likeness to seals reminded me of this story where a leopard seal (very big, very intimidating) tried to feed a wildlife photographer a penguin. Both funny and fascinating, thought I’d share :)

Head pats and chin scratches on first meeting would be a good way to potentially lose fingers. They are definitely very wild, but once they're more curious than cautious, they'd probably allow it. Maybe. Depending on their mood at the time. Though by then you wouldn't have to worry about losing fingers so much as just getting a warning nip. Ah, one of their first encounters with humans was... Not great. Though the bad part of the experience was moreso from the fire itself rather than the humans on the boat. They didn't realize they were in danger at the time (hindsight 20/20 though, they know now). They know enough to be very cautious, but they also know that a lone human in the water is basically harmless. It can't chase them, and if they needed to fight it, they would most certainly win easily just by keeping it away from the surface. They steer clear of boats now though, and have taken to being incredibly cautious when they find loose nets and lines around their home. Sometimes they will try to collect the netting and get rid of it, sometimes they'll bring rocks and coral and other things to tangle into the net to weigh it to the bottom and cover it with sand. GOOD experiences are... Pretty uncommon? They're on equal grounds as curious idiots as the typical YN though, when it comes to seeking out humans to watch. They like to play in the breaker waves around sunrise and sunset, nibbling on bait fish and watching the land creatures go about their business. They're pretty sneaky about it though. SOMEtimes they'll encounter a surfer farther out past the break, just hanging out and watching the beach from their perspective. A few times they've played the game of chicken where they'll float up as close to the human as they can and mess with the tether to their board, or even try and touch it, but not too often. Moon has to be in a bold mood as well for those games. Another fun haunt for them when they're away from their territory is to go hang out by the big pier in the area, hiding under it and getting even closer to the beach, but it's so packed at that spot they spend more time making sure they're hidden than getting to people watch. Also that area is lousy with loose fishing lines and people actively fishing off the docks. Lots of snacks though, and even some human food every once in a while, but those things are hit or miss on if they're good or not. Yes, they have tried to eat wrappers and trash lmao. A trick to winning their trust? Probably just being calm around them. Let them come to you, be curious, and leave at will. Don't try to touch unless touched. Also bring fish, or shellfish, or crabs. Especially the ones that stay on land. Little sand crabs are hard to catch cause they aren't nearly as agile on ground as in the water. it's like a treat! ALSO that video/story is one of the main inspirational bits for why I went for leopard seals as a source creature for them XD They're huge dangerous predators, but they're also intelligent enough to find humans fascinating! I love it!

[rubyvroom]

Let me tell you something. I feel it is important for your life education to know about Detachable Penis, if you do not already.

The first thing you need to understand about the 90′s is that this song played on the radio. Even out in Bumfuck Nowhere where I grew up. If you had an alternative or college station in range you would have heard it frequently. For a while in the 90s, an oddball spoken word stoner track by an avante-guard rock band with a poet frontman could get regular airplay just because it was funny and it made you sing “detachable penis” to yourself the entire rest of the day. 

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again. This happens all the time. It's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble, Or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it.

Our hero spends the rest of the song looking for his missing penis while sounding only mildly put out about it, and the listener is inspired to think about the pros and cons of having a detachable penis. (Which leads inevitably to other thoughts, such as, of course, detachable titties. Someone make the sequel please.) These were highly unusual ponderings for a genre still very much concerned with hyper-masculinity and misogyny. Gender introspection in my radio hit? It’s more likely than you think! (Not much, but still.)

In the late 80s-early 90s, before Nirvana exploded and grunge became marketable, rock radio was flailing around for a direction. Hair bands were dying out and nothing was replacing them. In this window of time the College Radio format had its time to shine - a smorgasboard of bits and pieces of things that sound cool fished out of the Our Band Could Be Your Life mileau of independent label groups. Everyone figured one of these oddities would blow up into the Next Big Thing, and everyone wanted to find it first. So at this time you got some genuinely strange stuff into the mainstream, with pretty risky endeavors given major label record deals and even videos onto MTV.

King Missile, meanwhile, was on their Fifth album and Second lineup by the time this song hit the airwaves, and it both made and broke the band -- a wave of fans jumped aboard that wanted to hear Detachable Penis and absolutely nothing else. Things got weird for everyone and the lead singer ended up quitting music and going to law school for awhile for much of the rest of the decade, before showing up again with the Third, and then Fourth, incarnation of King Missile, no longer remotely interested in radio airplay, sales, or major labels. In that they have the same trajectory of a lot of bands of this time, like Butthole Surfers, that made one big hit on a major label that proved to be an aberration in a long career of weird music. In nearly all these cases the band itself quickly faded from memory, but the song lingers on, and if you play Detachable Penis for a Generation Xer of any stripe they will quickly perk up and start nodding their head.

Anyway here’s one more track from King Missile circa 1987, well before Detachable Penis - it has a much more haphazard backing track, and is a little less friendly to your ears, but is overall some good funny commie stick it to the man stuff. It’s called Take Stuff From Work.