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[barelyevenwriting]

Day 5 Here’s What I Remember

Here’s what I remember

After all the things you left me:

    Memories branded into softened clay.

    There is a certain cadence to silence,

Timing steps with exhales

And curling arms into elbows

And too gentle ribs.

    There is an art to the madness,

Words bursting through windows and walls,

Hands that grip too tight,

Leaving marks for too long.

    Your steps are always leaving,

Dragging sadness and nausea away

Back out into halls that I swore

I would never again visit.

    There is a pattern to the lonely,

To the pulling of strings and hairs

And pushing down in imagined misbehavior.

    These are lessons I know,

Step forward then backward,

Always to the side,

Be heard but not listened to.

    There is a madness to words

Flowing in and out of conversation,

Lessons taught in concrete silences.

    There is more of the lesser parts of me,

That I wish I’d never learnt to understand,

To recognize among the chaos.

    You always leaving

And me coming back into silences.

    There was a beauty to pain,

That never lasted beyond the first lesson

Before it dragged us back into the light

Where glass and nails made forgiveness

Their only weapon.

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

1979

[highbrow-hepcat]

[clea-speaks]

New Blog

Hi all! I lost access to my old blog so I wanted to make a new one and have set it up so you can submit your stories of band dudes sexually harassing, assaulting, stalking, etc you. You will be anonymous but I wanted to set up something for you to share your stories. I will be posting mine here as well. So far there have been some stories involving Chris and Roger from Less Than Jake but it wouldn’t surprise me if they have a bunch of girls/women out there that have dealt with their inappropriate behaviour. I will also share stories from people I know who were minors at the time. This will be to show what some of these band dudes are doing that’s on a whole other level.

Please be patient while I get things post here. xo - Clea Dave Miller (ex-guitarist) of Senses Fail exchanged nudes with a 15 year old girl when he was 20 or 21.

Garrett Zablocki (ex-guitarist) of Senses Fail was having sex with girls under 18 on the bands tour bus. Besides the person I know I’ve been told similar stories by other people.

Unknown former roadie for Senses Fail fisted a 14/15 year old girl. (NOTE: this was NOT Shawn Nelson)

Bert McCracken (vocalist) of The Used tried to coerce a 13 year old girl into the shower with him. I’ve heard similar stories involving 13 year other girls from a couple other people.

Frank Zummo (drummer) of Sum 41 and Street Drum Corps made out with a 13 year old girl when he was early 30s.

Jorge Herrera (ex-vocalist) of The Casualties had a threesome with a 15 year old girl and another young girl (age unknown) and gave them VD.

Jared Leto (vocalist) of 30 Seconds To Mars had a 15 year old girl on his bus and had her panties when she left the bus.

[twittercomfrnklin2001-blog]

A Bucket of Blood

“Ring rubber bells! Beat cotton gongs! Strike silken cymbals!” Shooting in five days with next to no budget, Roger Corman made a better comedy horror film than many big-budget production companies have made in months. For a rush job, his A BUCKET OF BLOOD (1959, Shudder, Prime, Tubi) has an amazingly consistent tone and point of view. He and screenwriter Charles B. Griffith borrowed plot elements from MYSTERY OF THE WAX MUSEUM (1933) and threw in their observations of the California Beat scene to create a film that mocks artistic pretension while also taking on the generations of wannabes who think they can win the prize without any discernible effort. If you made it today, you’d have to create a cameo for one of the Kardashians.

Walter Paisley (Dick Miller) is a busboy at The Yellow Door, a Beat hangout. He dreams of becoming an artist like his beloved Carla (Barboura Morris). When he accidentally kills his landlady’s cat, he covers the body in clay and passes it off as a sculpture. And he doesn’t impress just the pseudo-artists whose coffee cups he collects. He also has big-time art dealers and critics falling all over themselves. To maintain his pose, he has to start killing people, creating a series of murderous abstracts.

Corman has called Miller “the best actor in Hollywood.” His Paisley seems a little overstated at first. If he slouched any more in his first scene, he’d be dragging his chin on the floor. But he finds a style for the performance that fits Griffith’s screenplay. He’s seriously goofy. When he tries to create a sculpture based on Morris’ photo, he throws clay at the thing while shouting, “Make a nose!” Corman, who knew how to pace a horror film shot on a slender budget, also turns out to have great comic timing. After one murder (of future game-show host Bert Convy), Walter stashes the body on the kitchen ceiling, and as his landlady barges in, an arm drops down at just the right time. After she leaves, the dripping blood accelerates at the perfect pace to make Walter’s soliloquy screamingly funny. Corman and Miller also pull off the incredible feat of keeping things buoyant even when Walter starts killing people intentionally. The shots of him grimacing seriously as he wrings a neck or saws off a head are beyond silly. Corman also gets good work from his supporting cast — the beatific Morris, Anthony Carbone as Miller’s corrupt boss, Julian Burton, who seems to be channeling Laird Cregar as a Beat poet, and Ed Nelson, who has great line readings as an undercover cop. Cinematographer Jacques R. Marquette captures some great nightmarish shots of Venice, CA, at night. Jazz great Fred Katz did the score.

[from1837to1945]

So Long Letty, directed by Lloyd Bacon. Performances by Patsy Ruth Miller, Grant Withers, Charlotte Greenwood and Bert Roach. Warner Bros. 1929.

So Long Letty [DVD]. (2010). Atlanta, GA: Turner Entertainment Co.

[mitjalovse]

What am I actually trying to discuss here? I mean, I mentioned two completely different musicians and I attempted to unite them in their propensity for singles, which resulted in the lack of cohesive albums. Well, you can admit there is something there and I can also include Frank Sinatra among the two, since he has a similar issue, though his LPs are not the problem, they're quite coherent. However, they are not really known. For instance – how many have listened the entire collection of song the tune on the link is on? Yes, Sinatra is experienced more through his tunes than the discs these pieces are on. To be honest, this occurs with many of his peers, i.e. they are much more understood through their biggest hits than their whole long plays.

[thedarkroomscene]

Flexible – Pre-deportation Mix

written by Martin L. Gore

produced by Daniel Miller, Depeche Mode & Gareth Jones at Hansa Mischraum (Berlin)

remixed by Bert Bevans at Abbey Road Studios (London)

Shake the Disease L12" – 29 May 1985

[loueale]

US Vanity Fair April 1986 : Kate Miller by Bert Stern

[disabled-dragoon]

Disability Picture Books #2

[ID: A poster reading "Disability Picture Books" in black writing in the centre. A small, circular logo is in the top right corner. It is red with an open book in the middle, white leaves around the book, and the word "The Disability Archive" across the bottom. In the lower left corner, cartoonish clipart of children climbing a colourful stack of books. All of this is overlayed onto the disability pride flag. /end]

[ID: The same poster, edited. The writing has been removed and replaced by four book covers, and the images in both corners have been shrunken slightly. The book covers, from top to bottom, are: "Jubilee", "The You Kind of Kind", "The World Needs More Purple People", and "My Three Best Friends and Me, Zulay." /end]

[ID: The same poster, with different book covers. The four books, from top to bottom, are: "You Are Loved", "A Day With No Words", "You Are Enough", and "Sam's Super Seats". /end]

[ID: The same poster, with different book covers. The four books, from top to bottom, are: "All Are Welcome", "We Move Together", "Kami and the Yaks", and "Zoom!" /end]

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A collection of picture books featuring disabled characters and/or discussions of disability!

Once again, thank you to @creativiteaa for providing the majority of the list, and thank you to @moonflowero1 for your contribution to!

Book List:

'Jubilee: The First Therapy Horse and an Olympic Dream' by K. T. Johnsons, Illustrated by Anabella Ortiz- Paralysis, Therapy Animal

'The You Kind of Kind' by Nina West, Illustrated by Hayden Evans- Wheelchair User

'The World Needs More Purple People' by Kristen Bell and Benjamin Hart, Illustrated by Daniel Wiseman- Wheelchair User

'My Three Best Friends and Me, Zulay' by Cari Best, Illustrated by Vanessa Brantley-Newton- Blind

'You Are Loved: A Book About Families' by Margaret O'Hair and Sofia Sanchez, Illustrated by Sofia Cardoso

'You Are Enough: A Book About Inclusion' by Margaret O'Hair and Sofia Sanchez, Illustrated by Sofia Cardoso

'A Day With No Words' by Tiffany Hammond, Illustrated by Kate Cosgrove- Autism, Non-Verbal

'Sam's Super Seats' by Keah Brown, Illustrated by Sharee Miller- Cerebral Palsy

'All Are Welcome' by Alexandra Penfold, Illustrated by Suzanne Kaufman

'Kami and the Yaks' by Andrea Stenn Stryer, Illustrated by Bert Dodson- Deaf

'We Move Together' by Kelly Fritsch and Anne McGuire, Illustrated by Eduardo Trejos

'Zoom!' by Robert Munsch, Illustrated by Michael Martchenko- Wheelchair User

[hatedmaggot]

what is dirt/germshipping

germshipping / germs = bam margera x bert mccracken (berm)

dirtshipping / dirt = deron miller x bert mccracken (dert)

im going to be gone for a while so if you care you should talk to scott @flaming-tsunami abt it

[barelyevenwriting]

Day 9 Paradox

Was I conditioned to hate you

The same way I was to love you?

    Inevitably,

Like sweet droplets of rain

On too warm windshields

Gathering in senseless rivers

Leading everywhere and nowhere.

    Unawares, perhaps

Incidental, maybe

By some happenstance

Of situational context.

    Were we made to cling to each other

Like pollen on dandelion seeds?

    Did you fall gently,

Or did you go too far

Out there out of reach

In peaceful quiet

Where nothing else would ever touch you

    Did we stray too far

Out of sunlight and anger

Until sweet words

And careless disposition

Dared to paint our walls a deeper green

In sadness.

    When did we fall out of love,

You think?

    Where and why?

    Was it simply the quiet?

    Or were we made to hate each other

The same way we were dragged into loving?

Awful, hopeful, terrible and quiet.

[graceandfamily]

Grace Kelly wears a Joan Miller Jr. by Rhea of permanent-finish organdy with gathered dirndllike skirt, cuffed cap sleeves, matching belt, tucked yoke with gold buttons. Navy, brown, green with white yoke.Photo by Bert Rockfield. 1950.

[sporadiceagleheart]

Happy birthday darling I have no presents and fantasy cake but I hope I make you happy with everything I made like this edit right here with all of your pictures in it Shirley Jane Temple Black 1928-2014 April 23rd 1928-February 10th 2014 and special rest in peace to those who passed away Bishop Rance Allen, Conway Twitty, Loretta Lynn, Lisa Loring, Bob Saget, Betty White, Heather O'Rourke, Judith Barsi, baby Leroy, baby Peggy Montgomery, Peggy cartwright, Darla Jean Hood, Jean Darling, Peaches Jackson, Mary Ann Jackson, Dorothy DeBorba, Mary Kornman and Mildred Kornman, Kenny Rogers, Patsy Cline, Modest Petrovich Mussorgsky, Eazy-E, rest in peace Ana Ofelia Murguía December 31st 2023, Jim James Edward Jordan, Lucille Ricksen, Judy Garland, Margaret Hamilton and Terry and Pal, Eva Gabor, Geraldine Sue Page, Pat Buttram, Joe Flynn, Michael Gambon, Alan Rickman, Gene Wilder, Jack Albertson, Richard Belzer, Richard Harris, Bernard Fox, Raymond Burr, Perrette Pradier, Jeanette Nolan, Larry Clemmons, Bing Crosby, John Candy, John Heard, John Fiedler, Beate Hasenau, Billie Burke, Roberts Blossom, Billie Bird, Bill Erwin, Ralph Foody, Jack Haley, Ray Bolger, Bert Lahr, Frank Morgan, Jim Nabors and Frank Sutton, John Wayne, Clara Blandick,Charley Grapewin, Buddy Ebsen, Angelo Rossitto, Clarence Chesterfield Howerton, Bridgette Andersen, Dominique Dunne, Dana Plato, Robbie Coltrane, Lance Reddick, Betty Ann Bruno, Betty Tanner, Elizabeth Taylor, Helen McCrory, Ray Liotta and Tom Sizemore and Burt Reynolds, Zari Elmassian, Frank Cucksey, Vyacheslav Baranov, Vladimir Ferapontov, Carol Tevis, George Shephard Houghton, Irving S. Brecher, Richard Griffiths, Andy Griffith and Don Knotts, Joe Conley, Alan Arkin, Jerry Heller, Fred Willard, Mary Ellen Trainor, Morgan Woodward, Anna Lee and John Ingle, David Lewis, Ken Curtis, Ed Asner, James Caan, James Arness, Amanda Blake, Avicii, Jane Withers and Virginia Weidler, Milburn Stone, Natasha Richardson, Joanna Barnes, Cameron Boyce and Tyree Boyce, Cammack"Cammie"King, Denny Miller, Jane Adams, June Marlowe rest in heavenly peace to all of them actors and actresses this is Shirley Temple birthday edit of the year

[bitter69uk]

“Question: What do Ann-Margret, BB King, Megadeth, Duane Eddy, Dean Martin, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Johnny Cash, Little Peggy March, Steve Allen, Bert Kaempfert, Ry Cooder, Dino, Desi and Billy, Boyd Rice, The Ventures, Einstürzende Neubauten, Petula Clark, Lydia Lunch, Waylon Jennings, the BBC Concert Orchestra, Vanilla Fudge, Billy Ray Cyrus, Dusty Springfield, Link Wray, Amanda Lear, The Surfaris, Destroy All Monsters and Elvis Presley have in common? Answer: All have recorded the music of Lee Hazlewood, the producer / singer / songwriter of classics like “Jackson”, “Sugar Town” and that sixties anthem of defiance and liberation, “These Boots are Made for Walkin’.”  “Boots” was originally recorded by Nancy Sinatra, for whom Lee wrote many of his best songs, and was a number one hit in 1966. Nancy and Lee were the anti-matter Sonny and Cher, oddly arranged fleurs du mal in the flower children’s pot. In the seventies, after a string of hits, Lee left America – and the music industry – for a reclusive, quiet life in Sweden, and all but disappeared.”

/ From the intro to Billy Miller’s 1999 interview with Lee Hazlewood in Index magazine (anyone else remember Index? It was great!) /

“Hard-drinkin’, ultra-manly producer of Native American extraction who first made his name working with twangy guitar slinger Duane Eddy and went on to become the premier auteur of Rat Pack offspring kitsch, writing and producing material for Dino, Desi & Billy and, most notoriously, for Nancy Sinatra. Following a 1973 solo album candidly titled Poet, Fool or Bum, Hazlewood moved to Sweden and made lousy movies.”

/ From The Rock Snob’s Dictionary in Vanity Fair magazine, November 2000 /

Born on this day: psychedelic cowboy with the porn star mustache and inventor of “Country Exotica”, Barton Lee Hazlewood (9 July 1929 - 4 August 2007). His duets with ethereal sex kitten Nancy Sinatra give me life.

[byneddiedingo]

Spencer Tracy and Joan Bennett in Me and My Gal (Raoul Walsh, 1932)

Cast: Spencer Tracy, Joan Bennett, Marion Burns, George Walsh, J. Farrell MacDonald, Noel Madison, Henry B. Walthall, Bert Hanlon, Adrian Morris, George Chandler. Screenplay: Arthur Kober, Philip Klein, Barry Conners. Cinematography: Arthur C. Miller. Art direction: Gordon Wiles. Film editing: Jack Murray.

Why have I never seen Me and My Gal before? Is it because it's not an easy movie to pigeonhole, being not quite romantic comedy, not quite screwball, and not quite crime drama? Or because it's one of those pre-Code movies that teeter on the edge of seriousness and back off from it in sometimes uncomfortable ways? It starts with an old man about to drown his dog and ends with the police detective protagonist fudging the truth to protect the not entirely innocent. And in between it's wall-to-wall wisecracks, most of them delivered by a never-better Spencer Tracy and Joan Bennett, who does the gum-chewing dame as well as anyone, even Joan Blondell. Tracy plays Danny Dolan, a cop whose attitude toward those he's supposed to protect and serve is summed up in his response to someone telling him there's been another bank robbery: "Oh, who'd the bank rob now?" And when told that it was the bank that got robbed, retorts, "Ah, turned the tables on 'em, eh? Smart!" There's also a slapstick drunk, a well-staged bank break-in, and even a parody of the Clark Gable and Norma Shearer movie based on Eugene O'Neill's Strange Interlude (Robert Z. Leonard, 1932), which Dolan remembers as Strange Inner Tube. Much of the credit for turning potential chaos into a thoroughly entertaining movie has to go to Raoul Walsh, one those Hollywood tough-guy directors who seem not to get the recognition they deserve today.