#kathy moore

[fuckyeahlaylavladi]

#kristnovoselic #bonafideband w #pickerel & the #peyote3 @the.motor.co #wallawalla july 27 - as imagined and realized by the artistic eye of @laylavladi

markpickerel via instagram

[greensparty]

Krist Novoselic's new band The Bona Fide Band

Last week saw the live debut of Krist Novoselic's new band The Bona Fide Band in Aberdeen, WA, the birthplace of Krist and Kurt Cobain's band Nirvana.

To back up for a minute, Krist is running for President of his new political party the Cascade Party (another story altogether, but he's trying to get a legit third party going and he's running for president in order to do so...even though he doesn't want to be president). The party needs to get the word out as being a bona fide party, so to do so, he formed a band to play around WA state, The Bona Fide Band featuring Krist on bass and accordion. Also featured in the band is drummer Mark Pickerel (Screaming Trees and some of the recordings he did with Cobain and Screaming Trees' Mark Lanegan appeared on Nirvana's With the Lights Out box set), Seattle guitarist Kathy Moore, and vocalists Jillian Raye and Jennifer Johnson (both of whom performed with Krist in Giants In The Trees and the supergroup 3rd Secret).

The Bona Fide Band

At this particular show, they performed mostly Giants In The Trees and 3rd Secret songs, but they also did a covers of David Bowie's "The Man Who Sold the World" (which Nirvana covered on MTV Unplugged) and Shocking Blue's "Love Buzz", which Nirvana covered on their debut album Bleach. The song was dedicated to Cobain's sister Kimberly, who was in the audience. I hope the band releases a new track or two on Bandcamp.

The video above is the performance of "Love Buzz" on June 21, 2024 in Aberdeen, WA.

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Long story short, we had a fantastic night at the Nectar Lounge Friday night, our first Little Lies concert of 2023.

Of course we had a fantastic night. We love this band.

It was, though, a bigger deal this time around. It was the band's tribute to and send-off of Christine McVie who passed away at the end of last November. So the band not only performed their set of Fleetwood Mac classics, they devoted their second set to songs by Christine McVie featuring a Who's Who of local vocalists and one serious guitar shredder.

Molly Sides.

Shaina Shepherd.

Kim West.

Kate Dinsmore.

Jen Ayers.

And Kathy Moore.

Now the first thing that hit us about experiencing all these lead singers, one after the other on the same stage, is that we've had this experience before. It was the Rock Vault show in Las Vegas where lead singers and musicians from various classic rock bands perform songs by their own and other bands of the era. My point, though, is we similarly experienced a number of lead vocalists at that show. We observed how they present themselves and how they engage audiences. We got to compare personalities and styles and how we responded to each of them.

The same was true for us Friday night. Each lead vocalist's talent and skill is beyond question, of course. It's in the how of how they employed their talent and skill on-stage that sets each apart. It was a bit of a Master Class in fronting a rock band.

It was also an incredible and unique experience. And a genuine delight.

The second thing that hit us was how much fun everyone was having up there on stage. How much they genuinely embraced the experience. 

This is not a small point, by the way. Because there's a joy in these songs, however classic they are. However much personal chaos produced them way back when. There is joy here. And The Little Lies experienced every last ounce of it.

And because they did...

We did.

And that is a gift, my friends.

The third thing that hit us, the last thing, actually, were the thoughtful moments in service of Christine McVie's memory.

To begin the tribute, Miranda Zickler read the words Stevie Nicks penned to her best friend, McVie, shortly after McVie's death.

In her note, Nicks writes: "one song has been swirling around in my head, over and over and over. I thought I might possibly get to sing it to her and so, I’m singing it to her now. I always knew I would need these words one day.”

The name of the song is "Hallelujah" by the band, Haim. Zickler and fellow Little Lies bandmate, Linzy Collins, then performed the song for the audience at the Nectar Lounge.

The lyrics, as Nicks suggests, are perfection to the moment.

From the third verse:

"I had a best friend but she has come to pass / One I wish I could see now / You always remind me that memories will last / These arms reach out / You were there to protect me like a shield / Long hair, running with me through the field / Everywhere, you’ve been with me all along,” 

It was a superbly touching moment, a moment of solace and reflection, a moment of appreciation and remembrance, bringing us together in a public farewell which was then followed by guest vocalist after guest vocalist celebrating the music, songs, and performances of Christine McVie.

It was a big night. An important night. A letting go and a full embrace of a classic rock icon.

A heartfelt celebration.

Brought to life by The Little Lies... their friends on-stage...

And the fans of this music who came down to the Nectar Lounge one night in January to celebrate with them.

😊

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Kaia Hubbard at CBS News:

Washington — Party leaders and rising stars will address delegates in Chicago this week as the Democratic National Convention gets underway, with speeches honoring President Biden's time in office while celebrating a new name atop the ticket.  

[...]

Speakers for the 2024 Democratic National Convention

Three presidents, leaders in Congress and other prominent members of the party are expected to address the convention this week as Democrats gear up for November's election. 

Though the full speaker schedule for the entire week has yet to be released, convention officials confirmed the speakers for Monday:

Minyon Moore, convention committee chair

Jaime Harrison, chairman of the Democratic National Committee

Brandon Johnson, mayor of Chicago

Peggy Flanagan, the lieutenant governor of Minnesota

Rep. Lauren Underwood of Illinois

Rep. Robert Garcia of California

Labor leaders Lee Saunders (AFSCME); April Verrett (SEIU); Brent Booker (LiUNA); Kenneth Cooper (IBEW); Claude Cummings Jr. (CWA); Elizabeth Shuler (AFL-CIO)

Michigan state Sen. Mallory McMorrow

Gina Raimondo, Secretary of Commerce

New York Gov. Kathy Hochul

Shawn Fain, president of the United Automobile Workers

Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez of New York

Hillary Clinton, former secretary of state and 2016 Democratic nominee

Rep. James E. Clyburn of South Carolina

Rep. Jamie Raskin of Maryland

Rep. Jasmine Crockett of Texas

Rep. Grace Meng of New York

Women from states with abortion restrictions: Amanda and Josh Zurawski; Kaitlyn Joshua; and Hadley Duvall

Gov. Andy Beshear of Kentucky

Sen. Raphael Warnock of Georgia

Sen. Chris Coons of Delaware

First lady Jill Biden

Ashley Biden

President Biden

The speakers list for Monday's opening session of the #DNC2024 is out, with President Joe Biden and FLOTUS Dr. Jill Biden as the headlining speakers this evening.

Other notable speakers: DNC Convention Committee Chair Minyon Moore, DNC Chairperson Jaime Harrison, Former FLOTUS and former Senator Hillary Clinton, Delaware Sen. Chris Coons, Illinois Rep. Lauren Underwood, UAW President Shawn Fain, Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Maryland Rep. Jamie Raskin, Kentucky Gov. Andy Beshear, Georgia Sen. Raphael Warnock, and Chicago Mayor Brandon Johnson.

[picturebookshelf]

The Night Before Christmas (1987)

Story: Clement C Moore -- Art: Kathy Wilburn

[druidx]

A Cryptid Series short

I've had this half-finished on my HD for ages. Since I'm pulling these characters out again, I thought it might be worth finishing. Prompted by a photo to which I've sadly lost the credit for. Words: 400

Wane morning light filtered into the dim cabin. Steam rose from the copper pan the old woman lifted from her stove, tracing a path through the cold air as she moved towards the counter. "Gloves, Katerin," she murmured. The young woman grabbed a pair of leather gauntlets and pulled them on, grasping the glass bottle stuffed with pine and rosemary. "Hold it still, child," the older woman said, the wisping steam mingling with dove-white hair as she poured a dark liquor from the pan into the bottle. As the last of the dregs settled in, someone coughed from the other side of the counter. "It smells like forest water," a young man with short blond hair said, waving a hand in front of his face. Another man beside him elbowed him in the ribs. "Shh. Let them work."

Kathryn picked up the bottle, swirling the liquid inside, mumbling a chant as she did so. The older woman rapped her knuckles, as knarled as an oak bole, on the counter, and Kathryn swirled it the other way. "There." The old woman rapped again. "It is done. Boys," she gestured to the two men, "we'll need the small copper cups from behind you." The one with dark hair plucked three cups from their pegs behind him and placed them on the counter. Kathryn gave a short smile. "Thank you, Alex."

"A half measure in each, Katerin," the old woman said. Kathryn nodded and poured a measure into each of the cups. "Drink, now, boys," the older woman said. "You as well, little Katerin."

Alex lifted a cup, passing it to the other man, then took another for himself. "It smells worse now," the other man complained, pulling a face. "It does have a bit of a unique scent," Alexis said. "Are you sure this is safe?" the blond asked. The old woman grinned. "Perfectly… as long as you’re okay with your toes growing mouths and biting each other." "Urk." The blond held the cup away from himself. Kathryn sighed as the older woman cackled. "Brunhilde, knock it off. Luke, it’s safe. I wouldn't knowingly give you something that would hurt you." Alex glanced over. "C'mon, man. Just drink the damn bog water. It's this or risk getting turned into a werewolf." He screwed up his face as he lifted the cup. "I know which one I choose," he said, downing the scalding liquid in three glugs.

[weaversweek]

My Year in Mix can throw up some surprises. I'd intended for this section to be "dance songs with prominent singalong vocals"; with one exception, it also works as "dance songs that were successful second time around".

"Never gonna let you go" - Tina Moore. Clubland reacted to the death of Diana by playing - and buying - this choon. Tina had laid down the original single in 1995, it became a hit after this "Bump 'n' Go" mix by Kelly G. There's a strong argument that 2-step dance became popular in the wake of this mix, reaching its commercial crescendo a couple of years later.

"Closer than close" - Rosie Gaines. Another 1995 release, 1997 hit. Gaines' album had been recorded in the early 90s, got caught up by Prince's spat with Warner Brothers, and eventually emerged some years after it had been recorded. The title track was a honeyed slow groove, exactly the track for mixers to bootlegged and cut up.

Frankie Knuckles' mix proved to be the massive hit. It's funky disco house, simultaneously a throwback to the late 70s and the late 80s and pleasantly contemporary. Popped on every anthology going - for which compilers pay a licensing fee, easy money for Rosie and for Prince's estate.

"Freedom" - Robert Miles ft Kathy Sledge. Ambient house was one of my grooves in '97. Having almost worn out the CD of Dreamland, I eagerly awaited Robert's follow-up album 23am. It was a grower of a record: less trippy than its predecessor, more soul vocals - here from the throat of a classic soul diva. Grown to love this song.

"You're not alone" - Olive. Ambient trip-hop? Yeah, I'll buy that. "You're not alone" was carefully remixed from the album track, first to bring out the song's dark heart, then to cunningly conceal it under swirling strings, and distract us with a sunshine vocal. Vaguely melancholy, lightly threatening; it's number one, and it's uneasy listening. Came out on 5 May 97, and felt like the grit at the heart of the Blair era: this, too, will end in hurt.

"Coco jamboo" - Mr President. What are they blithering on about? Ach, who cares! Massive hit in Europe the previous summer, got buried here in the pre-Christmas rush. A very of-its-time combination of commercial male rap and floaty female vocals. "A summertime nursery rhyme," said Music Week, fun from start to finish.

[realhousewives-fan]

Leah Has Joined the Lawsuit Bandwagon

Leah McSweeney has joined the bandwagon of suing Bravo, and she’s accusing Andy Cohen of pressuring the women to take cocaine with him.

Sha has filed a lawsuit against Andy and claimed that Bravo “preyed on her alcoholism.”

She accused Andy of “snorting cocaine with his favourite Housewives” and gives special professional favours to them.

Honestly, I wasn’t shocked by this even if Page Six called it a bombshell of a lawsuit.

Kathy Griffin accused Andy of snorting cocaine years ago, but it seems like people didn’t listen to her.

And favouritism is not a secret either. Vicki Gunvalson, Teresa Giudice, and Kyle Richards are some of his favourites.

But Andy is fighting back. He claims that Leah is trying to “force an unjustified settlement”.

Leah went on to claim that Bravo are “run by people who create a dangerous work environment, encourage substance abuse to artificially create drama and cynically prey on the vulnerabilities of their employees.”

Leah used the episode “Scary Island” as an example in her lawsuit and claimed that the producers wanted her as a “potential successor” to Kelly Bensimon.

Well, Kelly didn’t appreciate the comparison.

She thinks that Leah implies that she was “under the influence of drugs or going through a mental ill-health episode.”

That she and Leah were exploited by Bravo. But she doesn’t feel like that.

“I’m not a victim. I’m nobody’s victim.”

And honestly? I actually regret ever being a fan of Leah as a housewife.

She has caused nothing but trouble and negativity, and I’m tired of her complaints.

Is the younger generation of housewives joining the show to be celebrities? It doesn’t seem like they’re following the rules or playing the game right.

Monica Garcia said in a leaked audio that she wouldn’t reduce herself to Bravo, she wants to be the next Kim Kardashian.

Kenya Moore claimed that Bravo allows just about anybody to become a housewife now, it’s not an appreciated achievement anymore.

And all Leah has done since RHONY got cancelled is pointing fingers and blaming others for her own failures. I’m so done with her.

[frankensteinmutual]

Signalis (2022) [H.P. Lovecraft, The Festival] /Sagittarius A* / Kathy Acker, Pussy, King of the Pirates / Outer Wilds (2020) / Is There a God-Shaped Hole at the Heart of Mathematics? / Drain for overflowing water at Sambuco Dam, Lavizzara Valley / ? / Thomasin Frances, Hole Theory (15/10/2022) / Bryan’s Ground, a public garden in Herefordshire on the Welsh border. / odd, weird, strange and unusual / Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves / Evil (2019-2014) / Judas H., Overflowing With Empty / Illustration of the Annular Eclipse of 1836 from “A fourteen weeks course in descriptive astronomy”, Joel Dorman Steele (1836-1886) / @imdad_barbhuyan on Instagram / The moon’s Copernicus crater. Through magic glasses. 1890. / Kaveh Akbar / Dune (2021) / x / Dmitry Kochanovich, Epiphany (Russian,b. 1972) / The Silt Verses, Chapter 41: But As My Last Breath Splits My Throat / Yousif M. Qasmiyeh, The Camp is a Bait for Time / Darina Muravjeva, Hole / Hilde Heynen in Heterotopia and the City / x / Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers / x /  Louise Glück, from Descending Figure / Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay. / Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried; from “A Letter To Love” / Lara de Moor, Orb (2014) / Sam Sax, Pig / The National - Wake Up Your Saints / Aleksander Rostov / Sanna Wani, from “Princess Mononoke (1997)”, My Grief, the Sun / Gregory Orr, [i want to go back] / Thomas Ott / ? / Judas H., Overflowing With Empty / James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room / Massive sinkhole swallows house in Florida / Edna St Vincent Millay, in Letters (1952) /Silent Hill 4 (2004) / @/vren-diagram / Anne Boyer, What Resembles the Grave But Isn’t / Law of Holes / Scarlet Hollow (2021) / China Miéville, from Railsea

(part one)

[preacherpollard]

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[reality-detective]

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[fuckyeahlaylavladi]

🎫 Tickets: https://novoselicsbonafideband.planningpod.com

#kristnovoselic #bonafideband w #pickerel & the #peyote3 @the.motor.co #wallawalla july 27 - as imagined and realized by the artistic eye of @laylavladi

Mark Pickerel via instagram

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Ayo can we get a hot ass "keep my wife's name out your goddamn mouth" Kathy x John

Kathy does routine physical exams obviously and in the showers Price overhears some locker room talking about his wife, how they'd like those hands to go further, like how she bosses them around etc.

Cue him rounding the corner to give them a solid punch and "Don't you dare utter my wife's name again"

Up to you if she rewards him ☺️

yes you fucking can!!!!

That's My Wife!

pairing: F!OC: Kathleen "Brass" Moore x John Price words: 1.5K~ cw: jealousy, protectiveness, arguments, violence, injuries (mentioned), misogyny, sexually-charged comments, "locker room talk", smutless smut.

The worst time of the year for the army medical staff at Tidworth is September. Oh, how the nurses and doctors hate the month of September during which, for two weeks straight, they see nothing but soldier after soldier for health checks and physical exams to confirm that they’re fit for service.

It’s, unfortunately, repetitive, mind-numbing and time-consuming. It’s also, unfortunately, a whole hands on deck situation. So, everyone who’s not actively doing something else, gets called in to help process the soldiers.

That’s how Kathleen ends up, every year, in the clinic, helping physicians assess the soldiers. Her jobs tend to be easy. More of the same that she tends to already do: measuring heights and weights, calculating their BMI and body fat percentages, using the stethoscope to listen to their heartbeat and breathing, manning the blood pressure gauge…

And, of course, the most interesting stuff. Conducting stress tests and having to strap all sorts of machines and sensors to the soldiers and monitor how they perform as they run on a treadmill, as well as doing physical checks on old injuries, scars…

In short, she spends a long time in front of shirtless men… and even longer touching their chests, arms, backs, and sometimes their legs, to check for injuries, which often ends with her crouching or kneeling at their feet.

And, of course, the stupid soldiers can’t keep their mouths shut. More often than not they make a few remarks about taking her out later, about coming to see her more often, of being lucky they get her for their checks…

It’s a nightmare. Kathleen hates it. In fact, she wishes she wasn’t tasked with that every year… But the choice is her or risking one of the pretty new interns having to do it, girls who haven’t yet developed the thick skin she has, and would likely giggle and get flustered at the lads behaviour… instead of calling them out on it or just downright ignoring them.

September, as it turns out, is also a nightmare for John. But he only figured that out today.

After his Bravo team finished training for the morning, John allowed them to hit the showers and he stayed behind to finish some work and talk with Soap.

As they enter the locker room, the rest of Bravo team is already in the communal showers, talking loudly amidst themselves and laughing, their voices echoing amidst the spraying of the showers over them.

John pops open his locker and starts shedding his workout kit, tossing it into his bag on the shelf. Soap isn’t far from him, a few lockers up, in the adjacent wall, his locker door having his name ‘MACTAVISH’ inside the clear plastic name tag holder, with a post-it naming him ‘F.N.G’ scotch taped below it.

John doesn’t need to pay much attention to know they’re talking about women, especially, the nurses from the nearby Tidworth base. All of them had gone through their check-ups in the last couple of days and, as is typical, they couldn’t keep their traps shut about the pretty women with soft hands doting all over them.

“Oh, mine bent over and pushed those tits of hers right up to my knee.” One of them said.

“Lucky bastard. I got a bloke.” Another replied.

Oh, how many times John had told them to be quiet and keep those sorts of talks to themselves when they were at the barracks, and not in public… But did those knobheads listen? No, never.

John grabbed his towel and 2-in-1 shampoo and bodywash and headed into the showers, taking up one of the vacant spots and drawing the curtain after hanging the curtain just outside his stall.

“I swear she was giving me the look… Definitely wants a piece of me.”

“No bird would want a piece of yer ugly mug.”

The lads continued talking as he let the water run over his body and began quickly lathering himself up with his 2-in-1, washing his hair and face aggressively before running his head under the falling shower water.

“I’m not devout, but this new batch’a nurses they got this year makes me a believer.”

“That’s right, brother.”

One-by-one they started vacating their stalls, still chatting loudly about their check-ups and the young women that treated them, lounging about the locker room and making each other laugh.

“But that arse of hers… I just know she’d bounce so well on my cock-”

“Oh that’s nothing. You didn’t see her last year before they changed the colour of the scrubs… That blue colour just… mmmmm…”

John finishes his shower not long after, wrapping his grey towel around his hip and tying it up to stay still. Then, he collects his 2-in-1 bottle from its perch atop the metal piping of the shower and starts making his way back.

That’s when he hears it:

“It’s no wonder the Captain’s peacockin’ himself around like that… I mean have you seen the size of her tits?”

John’s blood runs cold. They wouldn’t fucking dare. They wouldn’t talk about Kathleen. 

No. 

Not they. 

Him.

Sergeant Ellis Evans. 

One he’s always had problems reining in.

“Captain’s lucky is all I’ll say… Body like hers… Hell, even I’d forgive that bloody attitude of hers.”

The others laughed as Evans continued.

“I mean, I’m sure Kathleen’s mouth’s good for more than just talking… Gotta be good on her knees.. They call her ‘Brass’ for a reason, right? Bet she leaves ‘em with a nice polish and shine once she’s done.” 

That did it.

John rounded the corner into the locker room and, abruptly, the room fell into silence, breaths hitching and the temperature dropping into an uncomfortable ice.

But John didn’t stop walking at the doorway… In fact, he beelined right for Evans.

“Captain, I-” Evans immediately tried backtracking. “We were just joking, we were just-”

“Keep my wife’s name out your bloody mouth.” John grits at him through clenched teeth before he throws a right cross to Evans’ face.

-

It’s just past 7P.M. when Kathleen comes in through the front door. John has made dinner for them and little Charlotte is already asleep in her crib by the time she does.

She sets her bag down in the entrance, takes off her shoes, and pads over to the kitchen in search of John.

“Hi…” She greets him softly as she approaches the table, causing him to swivel on his chair to greet her, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

She presses a kiss to his mouth, which he returns. “Hi, Da’lin’.” He murmurs to her once they separate.

“Is she down?” She asks in a soft tone as she looks at him.

“Mhm… Full belly and empty diaper.” He tells her, which makes her smile softly, seeming relieved.

Kathleen feels exhausted, as usual, still not used to the work-life balance that comes from having a 4-month-old baby who doesn’t like to sleep + and a physically demanding job that runs on a 12-hour-shift schedule. 

John swivels back to his previous position, nursing a glass of whiskey with his left hand, the right one resting on the table, the knuckles covered by a blue gel ice pack.

“So that’s what happened...” Kathleen muses as she glances at his iced hand, before backing away to grab herself a plate of food from the cupboard.

“What is?” John murmurs as he glances at her, watching her serve herself of some frozen lasagna and salad.

“One of your lads ended up in my emergency room after some ‘roughhousing gone wrong in the locker room’... I was musing about what he did all afternoon.” She quips as she pads over to the table again again.

“Hm.” John mutters quietly, seemingly a mix of embarassed and annoyed at that fact.

“So what did he do?” She asks as she takes a seat on his lap, perched on his lap, as she pops a cherry tomato in her mouth.

“Talked about you.” John murmurs, wrapping his free arm around her waist. “Only I get to say debauching things about My Wife.” He grumbles as he looks up into her eyes.

Kathleen rolls her eyes at him and shakes her head, but she can’t help the smirk that takes over her rudy lips as he calls her ‘his wife’. “My, Mr. Price, defending my honour, huh?” She jokes as she pops a bit of lettuce in her mouth.

“Defending my honour… and yours by proxy. Just an unforeseen consequence of it.” He tells her, trying to act nonchalant about the fact he broke a man’s nose, eyesocket and three of his ribs, for demeaning his wife.

“Right… Of course… How stupid of me…” Kathleen teases as she leans toward him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, which makes his blue eyes close, a smile taking over his features. 

“As opposed to… what exactly? There isn’t much up there other than thoughts of my cock, da’lin’.” John remarks, causing her to roll her eyes, annoyed, and flick his head away from her by pushing his cheek, annoyed.

“I can very well just stop thinking about it all together… And I’m sure you wouldn’t want that when I was just about to reward you for defending me…” Kathleen teases as she pops another cherry tomato in her mouth, eyes locked on John and the way his pupils dilated, his cock already stirring awake in his joggers against her ass in her green scrubs.

[thedaveandkimmershow]

When last we checked in on The Little Lies, summer was coming to a close as the band members embarked on their own individual projects and gigs for the remainder of the year. 

Suffice it to say, the fall and winter months of 2022 were that much colder in the band's absence. And sadly, on November 30, Christine McVie passed away. A major creative force within Fleetwood Mac, she was and is an inspiration within The Little Lies and, for their first performance of 2023, the band's giving a proper Little Lies send-off to this famed musician, wonderful singer/songwriter, classic rock icon... this Friday night, January 27, 9pm at The Nectar Lounge in Fremont.

The band's traditional set will be expanded to include even more songs by Christine McVie that'll be covered by a local Who's Who of guest vocalists including Shaina Shepherd, Molly Sides, Kate Dinsmore, Kim West, and Kathy Moore & Jen Ayers of The Wild Rumours.

Less another Little Lies gig and definitely more an event... we're stoked to see the band again. It's been much, much too long since they dazzled on-stage last: 

Miranda Zickler (lead vocals), Andrew Vait (lead vocals,.guitar), Linzy Collins (lead vocals, keys), Harry Wirth III (bass), and Cyra Wirth (drums).

Beyond friday, looks like we’re gonna see the band once again putting on their fun, high octane shows at the Fisherman’s Village Music Festival, Taste of Edmonds, and Everett’s Music at the Marina.

First things first, though. If you wanna experience the band’s upcoming show A Tribue to Christine McVie, just click right here.

Hope to see you there!

😁 😁 😁

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Sam Levin at The Guardian:

A group of leading Democratic governors offered words of support for Joe Biden on Wednesday as pressure mounted on the president to leave the race. The governors, including Tim Walz of Minnesota, Wes Moore of Maryland, Gavin Newsom of California and Kathy Hochul of New York, held a closed-door meeting with Biden in Washington as he sought to reassure his party – and the public – that he is up to the job after a shaky debate performance. Biden met for more than an hour at the White House in person and virtually with more than 20 governors from his party. The governors told reporters afterward that the conversation was “candid” and said they expressed concerns about Biden’s debate performance last week. They reiterated that defeating Donald Trump in November was the priority, but said they were still standing behind Biden and did not join other Democrats who have been urging him to withdraw his candidacy.

“We, like many Americans, are worried,” Walz of Minnesota said. “We are all looking for the path to win – all the governors agree with that. President Biden agrees with that. He has had our backs through Covid … the governors have his back. We’re working together just to make very, very clear that a path to victory in November is the No 1 priority and that’s the No 1 priority of the president … The feedback was good. The conversation was honest.” “The president is our nominee. The president is our party leader,” added Moore of Maryland. He said Biden “was very clear that he’s in this to win it”. “We were honest about the feedback we’re getting … and the concerns we’re hearing from people,” Moore said. “We’re going to have his back … the results we’ve been able to see under this administration have been undeniable.”

The meeting capped a tumultuous day for Biden as members of his own party, and a major democratic donor, urged him to step aside amid questions over his fitness for office. Two Democratic lawmakers have called on Biden to exit the race, and a third Congressman said he had “grave concerns” about Biden’s ability to beat Trump. The White House, meanwhile, was forced to deny reports that Biden is weighing whether his candidacy is still viable. Biden, for his part, has forcefully insisted that he is staying in the race. “Let me say this as clearly as I possibly can, as simply and straightforward as I can: I am running … no one’s pushing me out,” Biden said on a call with staffers from his re-election campaign. “I’m not leaving. I’m in this race to the end and we’re going to win.”

Kamala Harris has also stood by his side, despite some insiders reportedly rallying around her as a possible replacement. “We will not back down. We will follow our president’s lead,” the vice-president reportedly told staffers on Wednesday.

At yesterday’s hybrid conference with Democratic governors with President Joe Biden, governors are largely rallying behind the incumbent President even as they have expressed worries.

[the-healthy-human-mind]

For All It's Worth

CWs: Childbirth, labor, cursing, crying, blood, mentioned canon major character death/mw3.

Thursday, May 30th, 1340 hours

Evelyne never expected herself to enjoy pregnancy, the constant mood swings, weird cravings, having to pee every 10 seconds; but she cherished every second. It’s crazy what motherhood does to someone, when 17 year old Evelyne would’ve laughed her ass off at the state the 27 year old was in. Evelyne hisses at a sharp jab to her ribs, placing her hand over her side. 

“Quit it, Kiwi, absolutely no need for that.” Evelyne glares at her bump, as if the child, Kiwi, the child’s nickname thanks to her current craving, could see her. 

She continues her slow waddle down the hallway, a Manila folder in hand. She stops just before the office in question, leaning onto the door frame and rubbing at the small of her back. This kid was going to be the death of her. 

“Corporal,” Evelyne looks down at the sticky note, “Marlin?”

The boy looks up at her, eyes going from her swollen belly to her breasts. Perv. “You sure you’re supposed to be here, lady?”

She scoffs, tossing the folder on his desk. “No, I snuck in and took the secretary’s place.” 

As she makes her way out of the little shits office, she feels a thin trickle down her leg, followed by a cramp deep within her body. Evelyne inhales sharply, leaning onto the wall, okay, yeah that was not a cramp. Evelyne looks down at her watch, 1350. Shit. 10 minutes since the last “cramp.” She groans through another contraction, turning the corner to the 141 barracks. The twins and Scarlette were with one of Kyle's friends. And speaking of the bastard, Kyle and Price were deployed, Johnny was dead, which left Simon, who was nowhere to be found. Evelyne calls the only number that she keeps on her personal phone. The woman picks up after 2 rings.

“Snake, what’s wrong?”

“Think I’m in labor, headed to Tidworth.”

“What?”

Evelyne hangs up the phone, Kate can figure the rest out. The lights in the ER waiting room are blinding, bringing her back to her many nights spent within the dull walls. Evelyne is met with a woman the definition of the sun, blond hair, pale skin, and rocket red lipstick. The receptionist smiles brightly at her.

“Hello! I’m Esther, how can I help you dear?” 

“Hi. My name's Evelyne Garrick. I’m, uh, 37? Weeks pregnant, I’m not sure if my water broke, but I’m having contractions every,” she looks at her watch, “6 minutes now. There should be a list of contacts on my chart”

“Oh, well let's get you to a room.”

1405 hours

Evelyne drags the IV pole behind her as she paces her private room, a perk of being a SAS wife. She perks up when Esther walks back into the room, however not as bright as before.

“I’m so sorry dear, but I tried all of the numbers, and no one picked up. Is there anyone else I can call for you?”

Evelyne shakes her head, placing a hand on the hospital bed, “no, no. That was it.”

Esther frowns, staring at the girl. Then, she gets an idea, someone who can help. “Wait for one moment, I have an idea!”

It only took the older woman 8 minutes exactly to find the person in question. “Kathy! Kathy I need you! Well- there's a patient that needs you, she’s Garrick’s wife, he's SAS like John.”

Kathleen places the stack of reports she was reading down on the nurses station, turning to Esther. “What room is she in.”

1425 hours

Kathleen hears the woman in question before she makes it halfway down the hall, her cries of pain echoing. When she steps into the room, she finds the said mother hunched over the hospital bed, rocking side to side to alleviate the pain. Kathleen clears her throat, causing the dark-skinned woman's head to snap up. She musters the most polite smile she can before introducing herself. 

"I'm Captain Kathleen Moore, I heard you're Kyle Garrick's wife?"

Evelyne squints her eyes at the unknown woman, before nodding. Kathleen smiles, leaning down on the bed opposite to her.

"I'm John Price's wife, nice to meet you."

Kathleen doesn't exactly know what reaction she was expecting, but Evelyne bursting out in laughter was not one of them. 

"What the fuck did you find attractive in that old bastard? You're hot, but Price? With that stupid fucking boonie hat?"

"Well, the beard does look pretty nice between my legs." 

The younger girl continues to laugh, until another contraction hits her. 

"Do you have a birth plan? Do you want an epidural, anything of that sort?"

"And give birth on my back like some common whore-ow, ow."

"Okay, so that's a no. Is there anyone else we can call for you?" 

Evelyne shakes her head again, "No, Simon has my hospital bag in case shit like this happened, in case my husband is god knows where and I'm about to push out his mini-me." 

She chokes out a sob, "It was supposed to be Johnny- Johnny was supposed to be here if Kyle wasn't but the fucker had to go and die. And it's your bastard husband's fault."

Kathleen pauses, bending down fully to be face to face with Evelyne.

"By any chance, was it you who broke John's nose?"

Evelyne looks at Kathleen like she grew six heads. "Yes? Didn't exactly think it through at the time."

"Well you did me a favor, he stopped snoring."

0025 hours

After following Evelyne through her many positions, a nurse steps in behind Kathleen, who was guiding the girl through breathing exercises, handing the older woman a pair of gloves. 

"Evelyne, I need to check and see how dilated you are, is that alright?"

The girl nods, shifting until she is on her elbows, knees apart. Kathy moves the gown out of the way, straightening when she feels the top of a very hairy head. 

"We're going to get an OB in here, alright? You're 10 centimeters, so let's get you in a comfortable position."

Evelyne's eyes widen, "No! I am not having this baby right now, Kyle isn't here!"

"Well that's not for you to decide, because that child's head is almost past your cervix."

"So help me god, I will shove her back into my vagina if I need to, I am not having another one of his crotch goblins alone!"

“Who said you’re doin’ it alone? That’d be real shitty.”

Evelyne visibly relaxes at the sight of the giant, still dressed in his fatigues and that stupid mask. 

“Took you long enough,”

Simon grunts, placing the bags he came with down on the lone chair in the room. “Still made it before the runt.”

Kathleen stands to the side, watching Simon help Evelyne into a forest green birthing gown. He gives Kathleen a single nod, “I’ve got her,” and watches as the nurse walks out of the room.

“Where Garrick? They should have landed by now,”

Simon hesitates, and it makes Evelyne want to punch him in the balls. 

“They got sent back, mission wasn’t done.”

He has a split second to grab her by the arm before she hits the ground, releasing an ear ringing wail. 

0300 hours

“She has to be on her back, it’s easier for us-”

Three heads turn to the squeaky voice of an intern, who visibly panics at the glares he receives.

“For you! It’s easier for you! What about the one pushing this watermelon out?!”

The man opens his mouth, to which Evelyne groans in annoyance. 

“Get him outta here!”

Simon’s glare from beneath his skull balaclava is more than enough to have the intern scurrying out the door.

Friday, May 31st, 0600 hours

Evelyne regrets not getting that epidural, even if it meant she had to give birth on her back. If her death grip on Simon’s hand hurt him, she’d have no clue with how silent he was. The pain was mind numbing, shooting through her pelvis and spine. Everything else felt like a blur. She didn’t register the ache in her left knee from being on it, barely registered someone, Kathy, shoving the top of her gown down to place a screeching newborn on her chest. She marvels at the tiny infant screaming on her chest, eyes shut and fists clenched by her ears. 

Motherhood was a strange phenomenon, it changed who you were as a person. But looking down at her wailing daughter, Evelyne couldn’t imagine treating this infant like her mother had, handing the twins off to a stranger of a nurse and lighting a cigarette. She lets out a garbled laugh, partly from the shock, but also from the fact that the newborn had a full head of hair. 

Evelyne moves with the guidance of Kathleen and the doctors, and when the baby girl's eyes open, she is met with big, hazel eyes. Simon respectfully turns his head when the nurses direct Evelyne to initiate breastfeeding, the newborn latching with ease. 

“Hei, Leona.”

0900 hours

Motherhood was a damning thing, you have sex with a man, get knocked up, incubate a human for 9 months, and then your body ejects it in the most painful way. But it was a wonderful thing as well. Leona naps against her mothers chest, mouth opening and closing as if she was still nursing. With her mothers curls and her fathers face, Leona was perfect. 

Simon was out collecting the girls, Evelyne was not going to think about that man’s driving skills with her sisters and child in the car. Kathleen had gone home shortly after the birth, but not after a quick bicker between the two. 

“Simon’s here, he’s a bastard but he is a decent man.”

“Really, Ev?”

“I’ll be back on my next shift, promise.”

“After you go home and see your own children.”

“Yes, after.”

Evelyne looks to the door as it opens, revealing her sisters, both trying to get through the frame at the same time. 

“Is that her? She’s so tiny!”

“Shush! They’re probably sleeping, Nel!”

“Both of ya hush and get in there.”

Simon nudges the twins into the recovery room, a zonked out Scarlette drooling on his shoulder. As Evelyne carefully hands Leona over to Claire, Nellian moves to stand over her twin's shoulder. The two whisper back and forth while gazing at the infant. Evelyne holds her arms out for her eldest, offering to take her off of Simon’s hands. 

“I got her, no sense in botherin’ her.”

“Whiskey’s made you soft.”

Simon scoffs, muttering under his breath. “Fucking Norwegians.”