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jurjenkvanderhoek · 10 months

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IT’S ONLY ROCK ’N ROLL (BUT I LIKE IT)

Allereerst is het natuurlijk een collectors item voor de fanatieke fan. Daarnaast ook een standaardboekwerk voor de muziekverzamelaar. En uitermate interessante lectuur voor hen die de ins en outs van het leven van een stelletje muzikanten willen kennen. En zeker is het goede kost voor die mensen die in het begin dachten dat ze geen lang leven beschoren waren. Dat het wel snel zou overwaaien. En kijk, ze turven dit jaar de zestig. 2023 is het jaar van de Stones, die hun steentijd allang overleefd hebben. Maar ook zou de speciale uitgave van Lust for Life Magazine best kunnen doorgaan als catalogus bij de tentoonstelling Unzipped! in het Groninger Museum.

Eerstens de die hard liefhebber die alles spaart wat los en vast zit van het idool. De slaapkamer heeft behangen met foto's van de artiesten, zoals in de beginjaren te doen gebruikelijk was. Zoals ik, fan van het tweede uur want bij de start was ik nog te jong. Ik leerde de muziek van The Rolling Stones kennen via de platenspeler van mijn oudere broer. Hij hoorde bij de gang van dat langharig tuig dat niets moest hebben van die andere band uit Liverpool. En ik volgde trouw en raakte verknocht aan Mick Jagger cs. Ik was geen fan van de eerste jaren, maar haakte pas later aan. Een verzamelalbum van Boek en Plaat was mijn start van de Stones-collectie. Maar dat psychedelische album met die lenticulaire foto op de hoes werd mijn echte eerste kennismaking. Ik was daar helemaal weg van, maar zelfs de heren zelf waren niet kapot van dat album waarop zij staan afgebeeld als tovenaars, muziekmagiërs. Later volgden uiteraard meer platen in mijn kast, waarbij mijn voorkeur uitgaat naar het dubbelalbum ‘Exile on Mainstr’. Na ‘Undercover’ ben ik de Stones uit het oog verloren.

Maar dan LFL’s Ode aan the Stones. Een gedegen boekwerk op magazine formaat. Waarin de groep als geheel en de bandleden individueel voor het voetlicht komen. Natuurlijk krijgt hun muziek de nodige aandacht. De rode draad door het magazine vormen de albums, die ieder afzonderlijk worden beschreven. Het magazine LFL is bekend om de reviews van nieuw uitgebrachte albums, de sterren die eraan gegeven worden nodigen al dan niet uit tot aanschaf. De diverse recensenten hebben een zekere autoriteit waardoor hun mening onder verzamelaars heilig is. Ook de diverse albums van The Rollling Stones krijgen sterren. Daarbij heeft ieder album een in het oog springende song die als tiptrack beluistert kan worden in een speciale playlist op Spotify.

Elke bijzonderheid en hoegenaamd alle details rond deze legendarische band komen aan de orde. Van het begin af wanneer ze nog geen eigen identiteit hebben, de kunst afkijken van Amerikaanse vakbroeders en hun platen vullen met covers. Maar al snel zet het schrijversduo Jagger en Richards de tanden in de stijl en ontwikkelen de eigen Stones-sound. De kinderjaren worden getekend met vallen en opstaan. De rol van publieksidool zet zich af tegen een leven waarin alles gedaan wordt wat God verboden heeft. De band ontwikkelt zich tot supergroep en is de kwade genius tegenover de band waarvan de groepsleden beste schoonzonen lijken te kunnen zijn. Schijn bedriegt, nog altijd. Hoewel de kevers en de stenen onderling goede contacten hadden, scheidden zij de muziekwereld in twee kampen. Je was voor de één en tegen de ander, twee goden dienen was uit de boze en op twee paarden wedden not done.

De beginjaren worden in de boeken gezet als een periode van hoge bergen en diepe dalen. De populaire muziek leek opnieuw te worden uitgevonden en kreeg een grote schare bewonderaars en liefhebbers achter zich. De ouderen spraken er schande van terwijl de jongeren zich de kelen schor schreeuwden. De beat was enorm populair, maar die mateloze waardering had ook een keerzijde. De oprichter van wat ooit de grootste rock & roll-band van de wereld genoemd zal worden gleed ondanks zijn genialiteit van het leven af. Onhandelbaar werd hij uit de band gezet en verdronk in zijn eigen zwembad. En dan gaat de groep de eigen weg zonder de hallucinerende inbreng van de voorman. Met beide benen landt de band op de vloer en is de slogan “it’s only rock ’n roll (and I like it)” geworden.

Natuurlijk wil ik alles wat er te weten valt rondom de groep kennen. De roddels en achterklap zijn altijd fijn te lezen, maar daar verlustigen de auteurs van Lust for Life zich niet aan. Zij schrijven zakelijk en volwassen over feiten en gebeurtenissen. Laten fans aan het woord en muzikanten die met de Stones hebben gewerkt. De ode is vooral een muzikale biografie. Niet enkel van de groep zelf, maar ook van de afzonderlijke leden. De gangen van de Stones als band worden nagegaan, maar ook de acties die de spelers zelf hebben gedaan. Dat is allemaal heel lezenswaardig en zorgt ervoor dat ik het magazine binnen afzienbare tijd heb doorgewerkt. Maar de mannen aan het woord laten op persoonlijk niveau is minstens zo wetenswaardig. Journalist Harry de Jong weet als geen ander het onderste uit de kan te krijgen bij zijn gesprekspartners. Hij heeft al vele groten der aarde op muziekgebied uitgehoord. En dan worden onderwerpen bij de kop genomen die voor de muziekscene niet alledaags zijn. Die andere kant van de artiest, waaruit blijkt dat het ook maar gewoon een mens is, maakt de verhalen van De Jong uiterst interessant. Met drie Stones heeft hij bijzondere ontmoetingen laten afdrukken in dit magazine, waarvan het voorwoord is verzorgd door niemand minder dan de broer van Mick, Chris Jagger. Uitgeleide doet Dave Davies van The Kinks. En daar tussendoor - welnee, het zijn niet de minsten - komen onder meer Dave Stewart, Tony Iommi, Blondie Chaplin en Chuck Leavell aan het woord: “Ik knijp mezelf nog iedere dag in mijn arm”.

‘Ode aan the Stones’ is een uitermate interessant boekwerk, dat zeker in de kast van fans van de band niet mag ontbreken. Als naslagwerk kan het dienen. Als fotoalbum werkt het goed, want door de verschillende decennia heen zijn er beelden van band en leden in afgedrukt. Een overzicht is niet compleet zonder lijstjes. De lezers van LFL is gevraagd naar hun beste drie Stones songs en Stones albums. Uit de opgaven zijn the best of tops zoveel samengesteld. En verhalen van fans, bijzondere herinneringen aan concerten, maken de ode meer dan compleet naast de schaduwkanten die nader worden belicht. Eigenlijk is de ‘Ode aan the Stones nu al een standaardwerk’ terwijl het nog maar onlangs is verschenen. Een klapper zoals de beginriff van ‘(I can’t get no) Satisfaction’ destijds in de muziekwereld geweest moet zijn. Gedegen opgezet na diepgaand onderzoek. Een ultieme special, even optimaal als de tentoonstelling in Groningen. Het drukwerk vormt dan een blijvende herinnering om nog eens door te bladeren, terwijl ‘Unzipped!’ van voorbijgaande aard is maar nog tot 21 januari 2024 valt te bezoeken.

Ode aan the Stones. De ultieme special over ’s werelds grootste rock & roll-band. Uitgave Music & License BV in samenwerking met Lust For Life Magazine, 2023.

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ozzgin · 10 months

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Yandere! Yakuza x Reader (III)

A whole lot of confusion as to whether Reader and her yakuza friend are actually dating. After much back and forth and a coworker being threatened, the awaited confession might finally take place.

Bonus part: Kazuya tells Reader about his and Daitou's past and how they ended up working for the yakuza.

Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, violence

Tags: @vinivave @ansy-tea @evvie8 @angelicbunnee @jingerbreadoutofstock @azukoya @randomlyblues @alien-consummation @neverlandlostchild @mimiemie @toji-whore @cloudie-skay @lilkittenmitten

[Part 2] | [Part 4] | [Yakuza Masterlist]

The items are scanned and Kazuya finishes paying. He looks back, searching for Daitou, and finds him wandering among the narrow aisles of magazines and manga. They'd stopped by the konbini at the train station after their job.

"Here's your bentou." The blonde man extends a small box, eyeing his friend suspiciously. "Say, do you have an upset stomach or something? You're uglier than usual."

Daitou thanks him with a nod, but doesn't take the neatly packaged food. He's idly playing with the cover of a romance volume, bending and straightening its corner.

"Nah, nothing like that. Just, ya know, feels a bit like (Y/N)'s been avoiding me. She hurries straight home after work and barely waves hi. I thought we'd do more things together now that we're dating."

Kazuya nearly spits out the soda he opened while listening to Daitou's troubles. He snorts and quickly wipes his mouth.

"Wait, are you serious? You actually asked her out? And she said yes??"

Daitou thinks back to the time he gifted you your stalker's finger and teeth, the way you defended him, and the way you quietly walked home and almost held hands. That pretty much made it official, didn't it? So he confidently nods to his utterly baffled partner in crime.

"You little rascal, you! Who would've thought you had it in you?!" He cheerfully slaps Daitou's back and wraps his arm around his neck. The dark haired man blushes and scratches his cheek awkwardly. "You should've told me earlier!"

True. Between the two of them, Kazuya has always been extremely charismatic and popular with women. His perfectly combed blonde hair, his sparkling designer suits, his luxuriously elegant cologne. The handsome features and assertive smile. More than once he'd been approached by modeling agencies, and he likes to joke his lust for violence stopped him from living the glamorous life. In comparison, Daitou has the opposite effect on people. The room will empty if he steps inside. He's unnervingly tall, with bulging muscles, has multiple scars crossing his face, and his prosthetic eye always ends up twisted in the strangest position, causing him to look like he's only missing the straight jacket. Everyone is shocked upon hearing about their friendship.

So it makes sense that Kazuya would have the required experience to offer him decent advice when it comes to (Y/N).

"Listen here, if there's one thing you should know, it's that women like a guy that fights for them. You gotta show them you care. What can you offer that other guys can't?"

The tall man listens intently, with a concentrated frown as if taking mental notes. He's not entirely sure who he should fight in this ordeal, but he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of Kazuya, so he nods vehemently to his words.

"That's the short preview. If you have any more questions, just come over later. I'm piss tired, so I'll go home and have the nap of a lifetime." He yawns deeply to showcase his exhaustion and slowly walks away, throwing his hand in a lazy wave.

The yakuza remains standing, still ruminating over the words of wisdom generously offered by the expert himself. Is he to randomly beat up people on the street as you watch? Won't Boss be angry if he attacks civilians? He gasps in realization. Perhaps this is what Kazuya meant. What kind of man is he if he can't even go against his Boss? So what if Boss won't like it? He has to prove himself to you.

With newfound determination, he clenches his fists and gazes out of the window.

That's when he notices you. You seem to be returning from work. Even more - and this causes his jaw to tighten in anger - some unknown man is walking next to you, cheerfully chitchatting and gesturing.

That settles it.

"You really didn't have to walk me home." You laugh clumsily to the man at your side.

A new coworker recently joined your company, and you've been asked to show him the ropes. You gradually discovered you had quite a lot in common, throughout your ample opportunities to gossip and talk leisurely. Your schedule isn't as packed nowadays, given you'll show up earlier and leave later.

Normally you'd prefer to be in your warm bed as soon as possible, but you've been feeling rather tense since the incident with Daitou. During his heated exchange with Kazuya, you've heard mentions of 'being liked by women' and 'having a crush on someone'. You thought it involved you and you nervously awaited further explanations from Daitou himself, but on the way back he was completely silent. You didn't have the courage to bring it up, so you assumed there must've been a misunderstanding somewhere along the way.

Which, after all, would make plenty of sense. What business would a yakuza have with you? He's already shown much more courtesy than it was required of him. Hoping he'd also confess his feelings on top of everything was downright ridiculous and you're embarrassed to admit you'd harbored such cheesy fantasies to begin with.

"Don't sweat it. You might not know", the coworker warns with lowered voice, "but this area is reeking of gangsters. I'm surprised you've been fine so far, but you should be more careful."

"O-oh...I see..." You glance at him and hold back a smirk. You doubt he could protect you from Daitou or Kazuya, but you appreciate his chivalry nonetheless.

There's an uncomfortable pause as you stand in your doorframe, having reached the intended destination. The man hasn't left yet, waiting expectantly. He lowers his head towards yours and you swiftly slam the door, muttering something about an emergency.

"Cute." He thinks to himself as he chuckles and steps away.

There's always a next time.

The coworker heads towards the train station in a relaxed strut. At the first intersection, however, he feels his clothes being pulled and he finds himself abruptly shoved in an empty room by an unknown assailant.

Daitou easily lifts him up by his collar and nonchalantly throws him in a chair. It seems to be a small storage unit, possibly belonging to one of the shops.

"What's your business with (Y/N)?" He barks.

"Huh? I should be the one asking-" The man pauses for a second, going over his conversations with you. "Could it be that you're the stalker she mentioned?"

Naturally, you had left out the part where your stalker was carefully packaged and dumped in a place unknown. To your coworker, he was very much still alive and a potential threat.

The yakuza is taken aback.

"I'm her boyfriend!" He retorts angrily.

"Bullshit. She doesn't have a boyfriend."

Another slap to the face. Daitou's cheeks are becoming increasingly red and he runs his fingers through his hair, attempting to calm down. Why, this son of a...

He marches to one of the metal shelves behind, grabbing his tool belt. Simultaneously, the door opens and Kazuya sheepishly peeks his head in. His blonde locks are ruffled and one can tell he's freshly woken up.

"Yo, I just realized I might've been too metaphorical with you back at the store so I've been texting you, but you didn't-...Wait, why is there a guy handcuffed to the chair?"

He crosses his arms, with a habitual scolding glare towards his friend.

"I just caught this cockroach flirting with (Y/N)! Went all the way to her place!" Daitou whines, his face full of indignation.

"Of course you know where she lives, you fucking stalker." The coworker exclaims bitterly.

"Watch your mouth buddy, he ain't no stalker!" Kazuya straightens his back and approaches the mysterious man. "If he's right, and you've been messing with his woman...We ain't letting that go. Today you learn why no one fucks with the yakuza."

The two men exchange a knowing look.

You drop yourself on the sofa and groan. Tomorrow will certainly be strange. Was the coworker trying to kiss you just now? You'll have to think of a polite way to turn him down next shift. Is it because you're not interested, or because you're still hoping to have a chance with Daitou? You slap your cheeks vigorously, trying to pull yourself out of such thoughts.

You suddenly notice the foreign wallet sticking out of your bag. Your coworker had dropped it earlier today while running for the train, and you offered to throw it in your bag to save time. Except you forgot to return it.

You check your phone. It hasn't been that long, so maybe you can still reach him if you hurry. Without much contemplation, you pluck the wallet and sprint out.

As you dash past the buildings, you have the idea of calling the man and asking him to wait instead. Why run like a madman? You stop and rest a hand against the wall, trying to catch your breath. Ugh, you've been so scattered today. This should've been the obvious choice, instead you sprang out. Silly.

From around the corner you can make out the familiar wails you've learned to ignore. Whoever the yakuza tortures is not your problem. You are about to scurry away, yet something about these whimpers feels odd. No...Could it be?

You tiptoe down the vacant alleyway and try to catch a glimpse inside through the small, dirty window. As a matter of fact, it is your beloved coworker. Kazuya is holding his arm against a table, with the fingers forcefully fanned out, and Daitou has a blade secured over the pinky finger.

You elbow yourself against the door in a theatrical entry.

"What the hell are you guys doing?! That's my coworker!" You yell.

Daitou freezes, and Kazuya instantly releases his grasp. They turn to you, shocked.

"Stay out of it, (Y/N), this is to be settled among men. This bastard insulted your boyfriend, we can't let it slide!" Kazuya regains his composure and defends his cause fervently, pointing to the man that's now sobbing and crying uncontrollably.

"Boyfriend?" You question, mouth agape.

The blonde man stares at you.

"You're...You're dating, aren't you?"

"Since when?" You demand, confused and upset.

Both you and Kazuya turn to Daitou for answers.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Did you actually ask her out, Daitou? Did you say it out loud?" Kazuya's voice breaks in exasperation.

"W-well, I didn't...I didn't say it, but I thought..." the man's eyes dart between you and his friend. He gulps. "W-we almost held hands, didn't we?"

Overwhelmed with anger, the blonde stomps over to the shelves and kicks one to make his point, loudly bemoaning his friend's lack of social awareness. He can't believe he went along with his nonsense. Him, of all people! He should've anticipated it.

As the coworker weeps and Kazuya continues his foul monologue, you can't help the blush that's now burning across your face. You fidget anxiously next to the tattooed man.

"Y-you thought we were dating?"

"Sorry for not making it clear." Daitou is once again twiddling with his prosthetic eye, dejected. "Is it too late to ask you out now? Because I do like you a lot..."

"Since you put it so nicely...I can't really say no~" Your ears are bright red and you're twirling your hair. Is it truly happening? Are you dreaming? Everything feels snug and fuzzy and the butterflies are swarming your stomach.

You don't have time to enjoy your romantic encounter, as Kazuya is now behind you, clearing his throat.

"Alright, you lovebirds, what about this one here, then?"

You suddenly remember your coworker and an icy cold flashes through your body.

"Oh God, how will I explain this at work? I'll get fired!" You bite your nails in terror. You can already visualize the slip of unemployment. The long lines at the Job Center, you and the homeless. Panic begins to build up.

Until Daitou's large hands rest on your shoulders. He's unexpectedly warm.

"Don't worry about it, (Y/N). I'll have a word with Boss, and we can get you a job here. This way we can spend more time together", he suggests with childish enthusiasm.

You glance up at him, moved by his soothing words.

"I wouldn't want to bother you like that."

"Hey, it's my fault you ended up in this situation. You can leave everything to me." He reassures you proudly.

"That didn't answer my damn question." Kazuya points out, annoyed.

"Can't we just kill him or something? He did call me a stalker, and I'm still upset about that..."

Daitou stretches and sighs in boredom, pondering the options. Once he's decided on the outcome, he shoos you away lovingly. You don't need to see this part.

Bonus: Daitou's backstory

"Oh, right, how did it go with your tickets?"

Kazuya is walking beside you, hands in pockets. Every now and then he removes the cigarette from his mouth to tap away the piling ash.

"Well, I still have both kidneys, but I won't be swimming in cash for the next months at least." You respond, slouching your shoulders dramatically for the effect.

"Flying abroad is always expensive. Unless, I don't know, you book years in advance."

"Yeah. I should've looked earlier, but I wasn't sure about my work schedule. At least I get to see my family and friends for Christmas."

After a few more steps in silence, you glance up at the blonde man. He notices your curious stare and raises his eyebrows, as if encouraging you to speak up.

"What about you? Will you be going home for the holidays?"

He grins at your question and proudly places a hand on his chest.

"This is my home, actually! I was born and raised in this very neighborhood."

"Really? Was it not a yakuza quarter before?" Your eyes widen at his statement.

"It was." Kazuya blows some of his smoke in your direction and you cough lightly. "You know the soapland further down the street?"

You nod.

"Mom used to work there. One of the clients got her pregnant and she found out too late. She had a room upstairs, and I just kind of tagged along. The other girls looked after me, too."

You recall one instance when Kazuya received a phone call about some drunkard causing a ruckus at the brothel, and he shot up without a word, rushed out and returned with bloodied knuckles. At the time, you'd assumed he's a client himself and maybe got attached to one of the girls. Now it makes sense. You're a little embarrassed of your obvious prejudice. If he grew up there, it must be his way of showing gratitude to the workers who loved him despite the circumstances.

"Oh, what about Daitou, then? Is he from the area, too?"

The man frowns and purses his lips thoughtfully. After a moment, his features soften up again and he sighs.

"I suppose you're his girlfriend, after all. It's also not a secret per se..."

Your ears perk up at the strange reaction to your inquiry.

"I mean, it's just a bit of a grim topic. No one knows for sure. Boss found him on the streets years ago, when he was a wee kid."

He presses his thumb and index finger together, emphasizing the small size to you.

"I don't know all the details, just what the Seniors told me - I was a kid myself back then - but it was pretty bad. Had no shoes on, scratches and cuts all over. His left eye was swollen and terribly infected, that's how he lost it, actually. Boss felt sorry for him, so he took him in.

They did try to ask him for parents or relatives, but apparently he wouldn't speak at all. Took him like a year to finally open his mouth. Even now, if you ask him anything about his past, he just pretends he didn't hear you. So maybe don't bring it up to him."

You shake your head along, urging him to continue with more details. Kazuya seems to warm up to the memories and slows down, indulging in the recollection.

"Anyways, one day Boss' car is followed and he gets shot in the shoulder. Some snot-nosed trainees from the rival gang. They hadn't even gotten their pins yet, wanted to impress their older brothers I guess.

Daitou heard about it and went after them. One of our Seniors - he's a tough guy alright, been with the Family for decades - he told me he was sweating like mad when they found him. Daitou was just a teen at the time, but he butchered those guys up so bad they couldn't tell them apart anymore. Even bit a few bullets, and still kept going, like a crazed animal. The adults were freaking out. They didn't expect him to be this strong.

I suspect they were pretty afraid of him, you know? They were probably thinking, "if one day he has it out for us, we're done for!", so they told Boss they should kick him out. But at this point Daitou was like his own son, so he laughed and said, "What's the matter with ya, he does your dirty work and you wanna get rid of him?! If the boy wants to fight, let him!", and he arranged for Daitou to join the Family officially. I was recruited around the same time.

We didn't get along at first, I mean, they warned me to stay away because he's crazy and also Boss' favorite. He didn't hang out with anyone. He had his own jobs, the mercenary stuff no one else wanted to deal with.

You might not believe it, but back then I was an angry, stubborn asshole. It didn't sit well with me that this guy was out there, doing his own thing. I had a reputation myself, before I dropped out of high school I was pretty much undefeated. I thought I'd see it with my own eyes, this all-powerful jackass even the Seniors avoided."

You smile faintly, trying to imagine a young Kazuya without the expensive, flashy suit and polished appearance.

"So one evening I just walked up to him and told him to join me outside. Didn't even give him a speech, just rammed my fist into his face. This was my signature move, you know, I can't even count how many guys I knocked out with this punch. Straight into the jaw, sends your brain spinning. Whew, and this guy? He didn't even flinch! Just stood there and looked at me like I was dumb. I was pissed off at this point, you can imagine, it felt like he was mocking me. So I yelled we ain't done until one of us gives up.

He understood what I wanted and finally fought me earnestly. Hell, he even knocked some of my teeth out. This one here's an implant. Mad expensive. Anyhow, as much as it hurt my pride, I'd lost fair and square. So I got up, wiped the blood, and asked him to come grab a drink with me. My treat.

You should've seen his face, (Y/N). I think it was the first time I've witnessed him smile. 'Really? Can I? Are you sure?' He was like a stray dog after you've thrown him some leftovers. Kept that dumb grin the whole night. You could've given him a clown hat and people would've paid to see the circus.

That's when I realized this poor bastard probably just wanted a friend. The next day I went to pick him up again and he was beaming like a princess. Heh. Afterwards he started following me around and eventually Boss called me in. I thought I got into trouble or something, even brought a bunch of gauze pads in case I needed to slice off my finger. Turns out he'd heard of us becoming pals, and he asked me to maybe attend Daitou every now and then because he always leaves a mess and everyone's too scared to deal with him. We've been teamed together ever since."

You realize you've been standing in the same spot ever since Kazuya begun talking, completely entranced by his story. He chuckles upon seeing your expression and ruffles your hair.

"Man, I sure rambled a lot. Sorry about that. In any case, that was my piece about Daitou. I'm sure you already know this, but he's not a bad guy. Just has a twisted sense of loyalty. Once he finds someone to serve, he doesn't see anything else.

Hell, I'm his closest friend and I'm convinced he wouldn't hesitate to kill me if it was for Boss."

Upon further consideration, he smiles and winks at you.

"Or for you. Especially you."

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