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teamnlhouse12 · 4 months

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The Ultimate Guide to the Summer Olympics: Embrace the Magic of the Games! 🌟🏅🌍

The Summer Olympics, held every four years, is the pinnacle of athletic competition and a celebration of human excellence and perseverance. This global event brings together athletes from around the world to compete in a variety of sports, showcasing their skills, dedication, and sportsmanship. The Olympics are not just about sports; they are a festival of unity, culture, and the indomitable human spirit. As the world eagerly anticipates the upcoming Summer Olympics, let's explore what makes this event so extraordinary and why you should be part of this magical experience.

A Brief History of the Summer Olympics 🕰️

The origins of the Summer Olympics date back to ancient Greece, where the first games were held in Olympia in 776 BC. These ancient games were a tribute to the gods and a showcase of physical prowess. The modern Olympics, inspired by this ancient tradition, were revived in 1896 in Athens by Pierre de Coubertin. Since then, the Summer Olympics have evolved into a global phenomenon, held in various cities around the world and featuring a diverse array of sports. Each edition of the Games not only honors the spirit of competition but also fosters international camaraderie and cultural exchange.

Why the Summer Olympics Are a Must-See Event 🌍✨?

World-Class Athletic Performances 🥇🏃‍♀️🏊‍♂️The Summer Olympics feature the best athletes from around the globe, competing in sports ranging from athletics and swimming to gymnastics, basketball, and more. These athletes have dedicated their lives to perfecting their skills, and the Olympics provide the ultimate stage for them to showcase their talents. Watching these world-class performances live or on screen offers a thrilling experience, filled with breathtaking moments and record-breaking achievements.

A Celebration of Diversity and Unity 🤝🌐One of the most beautiful aspects of the Summer Olympics is the coming together of diverse cultures and nations. Athletes and fans from over 200 countries gather in a single city, creating a unique melting pot of traditions, languages, and customs. This celebration of diversity promotes understanding and unity, reminding us that despite our differences, we are all part of the global community.

Inspiring Stories of Perseverance and Triumph 🌟💪Every edition of the Summer Olympics brings with it stories of incredible perseverance, resilience, and triumph. From athletes overcoming personal challenges to underdog teams achieving unexpected victories, these stories inspire millions around the world. The Olympics serve as a testament to the human spirit and its ability to overcome adversity, making it a source of hope and motivation for people everywhere.

Cultural Extravaganza 🎭🎶The Summer Olympics are not just about sports; they are also a celebration of culture. Host cities showcase their unique heritage and traditions through the opening and closing ceremonies, cultural events, and exhibitions. These events offer a glimpse into the rich cultural tapestry of the host nation, providing an enriching experience for visitors and viewers alike.

How to Make the Most of Your Summer Olympics Experience 🏟️🎉

Plan Ahead and Secure Your Tickets 🎟️📅To ensure you don't miss out on the action, plan your trip well in advance. Purchase your tickets early to get the best seats for your favorite events. Keep an eye on official ticketing websites and be prepared to act quickly, as tickets for popular events can sell out fast.

Explore the Host City 🏙️🚶‍♂️Take the opportunity to explore the host city and immerse yourself in its culture and attractions. From historical landmarks and museums to local cuisine and shopping, there’s so much to discover. Participating in city tours and cultural events will enhance your overall Olympic experience, making it even more memorable.

Engage with the Olympic Spirit 🏅🌟Whether you’re attending events in person or watching from home, embrace the Olympic spirit by learning about the athletes, following your favorite sports, and supporting your country's team. Engage with fellow fans, participate in discussions, and share your excitement on social media. The Olympics are a time to come together and celebrate the joy of sport and global unity.

Capture and Share the Moments 📸🌐Document your Summer Olympics experience through photos, videos, and stories. Share your moments on social media to connect with other fans and spread the excitement. Create a personal keepsake of your Olympic journey, capturing the essence of this incredible event for years to come.

Conclusion: Embrace the Magic of the Summer Olympics! 🎆🌟

The Summer Olympics are more than just a sporting event; they are a celebration of human achievement, diversity, and unity. From world-class athletic performances and inspiring stories to cultural festivities and global camaraderie, the Olympics offer an unparalleled experience that captivates and inspires millions. Whether you’re a lifelong sports enthusiast or simply looking for an unforgettable adventure, the Summer Olympics provide a unique opportunity to witness history in the making and be part of something truly extraordinary.

Don't miss out on this once-in-a-lifetime experience. Plan your trip, secure your tickets, and get ready to embrace the magic of the Summer Olympics! 🌍🎉🏅

By participating in the Summer Olympics, whether as a spectator, volunteer, or supporter, you contribute to a legacy of excellence, unity, and celebration that transcends borders and brings people together from all walks of life. Join us in this global celebration and create memories that will last a lifetime. 🌟✨

#summer olympics #olympics

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sacredwhores · 4 years

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Leni Riefenstahl - Olympia Part One: Festival of Nations (1938)

#film #leni riefenstahl #olympia #part one #festival of nations #fest der völker #third reich #jesse owens #olympic games #1936 #berlin #1938 #mine

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chaptertwo-thepacnw · 4 years

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#gif #olympia part one #festival of the nations #leni riefenstahl #film #documentary #1938

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mogwai-movie-house · 2 years

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The 50 Best German Films of All Time

1. Wings of Desire (1987) ★★★★★★★★★★ 2. The Last Laugh (1924) ★★★★★★★★★☆ 3. Vaudeville (1925) ★★★★★★★★½☆ 4. The White Sound (2001) ★★★★★★★★½☆ 5. Das Boot (1981) ★★★★★★★★½☆ 6. Faust (1926) ★★★★★★★★½☆ 7. The Last Bridge (1954) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 8. M (1931) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 9. The Tin Drum (1979) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 10. Aguirre, Wrath of God (1972) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 11. The Lives of Others (2006) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 12. The Bridge (1959) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 13. Dr. Mabuse the Gambler (1922) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 14. Pandora's Box (1929) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 15. Spies (Spione) (1928) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 16. Masquerade in Vienna (1934) ★★★★��★★★☆☆13. 17. The Counterfeiters (2007) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 18. Victoria (2015) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 19. The Edukators (2004) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 20. Christiane F. (1981) ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 21. The Blue Angel (1930) ★★★★★★★½☆☆ 22. My Best Fiend (1999) ★★★★★★★½☆☆ 23. Revanche (2008) ★★★★★★★½☆☆ 24. Run Lola Run (1998) ★★★★★★★½☆☆ 25. Diary of a Lost Girl (1929) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 26. The Testament of Dr. Mabuse (1933) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 27. Metropolis (1927) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 28. Woyzeck (1979) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 29. Mephisto (1981) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 30. Funny Games (1997) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 31. The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 32. Das Experiment (2001) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 33. Olympia Part One: Festival of the Nations (1938) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 34. Good Bye Lenin! (2003) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 35. The Oyster Princess (1919) ★★★★★★½☆☆☆ 36. The Adventures of Baron Munchausen (1943) ★★★★★★½☆☆☆ 37. Nosferatu (1922) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 38. Until the End of the World (1991) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 39. Downfall (2004) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 40. The White Ribbon (2009) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 41. Stalingrad (1993) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 42. Fitzcarraldo (1982) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 43. Vampyr (1932) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 44. The Triumph of the Will (1935) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 45. Westfront 1918 (1930) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 46. Comradeship (1931) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 47. The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 48. Liebelei (1933) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 49. The Baader Meinhof Complex (2008) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 50. The American Friend (1977) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

#classic movies #film recommendations

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yourbespokeartisanalapocalypse · 3 years

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Where’s Laura Alma-Tadema?

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema was one of the most popular and successful painters of 19th-century Britain, known for his sumptuous scenes of classical Greece and Rome. One fun thing about his paintings is that he often used his wife, Laura Alma-Tadem (also an artist - I’ll have to do a post about her work sometime) as a model, sometimes in the foreground but more often in the background. Once you know to look for her, it’s like a game of Where’s WallyWaldo!

Here she is in a photograph with her husband Lawrence:

Source: National Portrait Gallery.

If I tell you that her hair is red, see if you can spot her in the following paintings (hopefully Tumblr won’t squish them too much!). I’ll put answers and explanations in a cut at the end (again, hopefully this will work!). Images are my own photographs from an art book.

Let’s start with an easy one while you get a feel for what you’re looking for. I’ll give you a close up of this too because it’s so long...

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, A Hearty Welcome (1878).

Ok, here’s another relatively easy one...

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, Strigils and Sponges (1879).

And now some trickier ones...

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, Spring (1894).

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, The Parting Kiss (1882).

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, The Women of Amphissa (1887).

Answers below...

A Hearty Welcome is set in Pompeii, but the woman in the garden is Laura Alma-Tadema and the two girls are her step-daughters from the painter’s first marriage, Laurence (I know, right?!) and Anna. The man coming down the steps is the painter, Lawrence. I’m not at all sure who the woman peeking out from the far left is - perhaps his first wife maybe? Idk. Answers on a post card.

Strigils and Sponges is a scene from a Roman bath house. Alma-Tadema got away with a lot of sensuous nudity and voyeuristic scenes because of his classical setting (c.f. my post on Manet’s Olympia). Laura Alma-Tadema is the woman bent over in the foreground.

Spring shows the servants of the Temple of Flora celebrating the Roman festival of Cerealia. The painting was framed with an accompanying verse from Swinburne:

In a land of clear colours and stories,

In a region of shadowless hours,

Where earth has a garment of glories

And a murmur of musical flowers.

It was painted over four years and figures were constantly added and removed until finally it featured an array of the artist’s friends and family. Laura Alma-Tadema I think is his wife in the very centre of the painting on the balcony with her hand raised.

The Parting Kiss is one of my favourites for this game. There’s Laura peeking her head around the door on the right, underneath the umbrella. The painting itself is a Roman street scene with a woman saying goodbye to her daughter as she leaves to join the crowds heading to the ampitheatre in the background.

The Women of Amphissa is an interesting one and one of the last one’s he did depicting a dated historical event. Each year in Amphissa there was a festival dedicated to Dionysos, but in 350BC the region was full of soldiers from Phocis and there were fears that the revellers, exhauted by their “religious frenzy” (a literal bacchanalian orgy), might be..er..vulnerable to assaults. To protect the revellers, the women of the town surrounded them throughout the entire thing and then, in the morning, fed them and escorted them to safety. Laura Alma-Tadema is in the very centre of the protective women, dressed in the darker clothes.

#lawrence alma-tadema #laura alma-tadema #Victorian Art #wheres waldo #wheres wally #art history #British artists #ancient rome #academic #light academia

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jazzmarshfmpyr1 · 4 years

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LIFESTYLE- Riot Grrl

Riot Grrrl, a group mainly comprised of white females that identified as “punk-feminists,” emerged in the early 1990s in Washington, D.C.and Olympia, Washington .The term Riot Grrrl comes from Allison Wolfe and Molly Neuman, members of the feminist punk band Bratmobile, who created the phrase “girl riot.” Jen Smith then created the term “grrrl” and later “Riot Grrrl” through the expression “angry grrrl zines” created by Tobi Vail . Due to the founding women’s punk roots and use of shock protest, the public viewed Riot Grrrl in a more radical light than other feminist groups . The Riot Grrrl movement encouraged females to become more involved in the male-dominated punk scene. In the 1970’s, women were generally only considered “punk” through the fact of being a girlfriend of one of the male members of the group. While punk is often male-dominated, many women took part in the early punk scene. Women began creating their own magazines, “zines”, to share ideas that eventually led to spreading the movement nationwide. The increasing awareness led to the creation of local Riot Grrrl weekly meeting that eventually turned into national conventions.

Although Riot Grrrl emerged in Washington, D.C., it became mostly popular in Washington, specifically Olympia through the use of “zines,” which are short for “fanzines.” Zines are homemade publications with limited circulation. Zines became an important part of the punk scene in the early 1970s because it was a way to produce a publication “unhampered by corporate structure” . However, zines served as a place to discuss issues that were considered taboo in mainstream culture such as rape, incest, and eating disorders. Zines allowed women to form connections with other women that shared similar ideas and experiences and ultimately created a community. In Washington D.C., some of the band members from Bikini Kill and Bratmobile, held weekly meetings for women to attend, express their frustrations, and show support for one another. The first major Riot Grrrl event occurred in August 1991 at the International Pop Underground Convention in Washington, D.C., which boasted an all-female line-up including Bikini Kill, L7, Bratmobile, and Heavens to Betsy. Two years after the introduction of Riot Grrrl zines, a small Riot Grrrl network formed which spread to New York, Chicago, Philadelphia, and Richmond. These were groups of high school to college aged girl that met often to discuss ideas, plan Riot Grrrl festivals, and support each other’s music.

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rabbitcruiser · 4 years

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DUMBO, New York City (No. 2)

The name is an acronym of "Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass". The area has been known variously as Rapailie, Olympia, and Walentasville;. the developer who began its current gentrification is Two Trees Management, led at the time by David Walentas. The "Olympia" name came from Comfort and Joshua Sands, who bought the land in 1787 and were planning to develop the land as a summer place for New Yorkers. Through the 18th and 19th centuries, the area now known as Dumbo was considered part of Vinegar Hill.

In the 1890s, the western portion of the neighborhood was known as Fulton Landing, after the ferry stop that connected it to Manhattan before the Brooklyn Bridge opened. At that time, it was primarily a manufacturing district, with warehouses and factories that made machinery, paper boxes and Brillo soap pads. The cardboard box was invented in the Robert Gair building on Washington Street by Robert Gair, a Scottish emigrant; because of Gair's fame, the area was known as Gairsville for a long time The Gair building is now home to Etsy.

The Jay Street Connecting Railroad ran through Dumbo's waterfront from circa 1904–1906 through 1957. It ran from rail yards beneath the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges to buildings near the waterfront in Dumbo and Vinegar Hill. At the height of operations, it had spurs into several buildings, a car float bridge on Bridge Street, and a yard with capacity of 120 cars.The tracks were abandoned in 1959, though the railroad's tracks are still visible on streets in Dumbo.

With the deindustrialization of New York City, Dumbo began to become primarily residential; artists and other young homesteaders seeking relatively large and inexpensive loft apartment spaces for studios and homes began moving there in the late 1970s. The acronym "Dumbo" arose in 1978, when new residents coined it in the belief such an unattractive name would help deter developers.

Near the end of the 20th century, as property became more and more expensive in Manhattan, Dumbo became increasingly gentrified. Even so, the acronym 'Dumbo' was largely unknown as late as 1997, and the area itself was very inclusive, serving mainly as an enclave for artists located along the East River and under the Manhattan Bridge. At this stage there were still many air conditioner repair shops, auto shops, and "seedy back alleys and wharves"; and, because the neighborhood was still gentrifying from its industrial past, it lacked even a bookstore, coffee shop, or laundromat. The efforts of Joy Glidden, the Founding Director of the Dumbo Arts Center (DAC) and co-founder of the Dumbo Art Under the Bridge Festival, achieved successful development in Dumbo, which is now a model for similar waterfront developments around the world. Glidden stated of Dumbo's gentrification, "It may be one of the last of what could be considered a true arts community in New York."

The DUMBO Historic District, a historic industrial complex and national historic district in Dumbo, was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 2000. It consists of 95 contributing buildings; the manufacturing concerns located in this district included Benjamin Moore & Co. (paint), Arbuckle Brothers (coffee and sugar), J.W. Masury & Son (paint), Robert Gair (paper boxes), E.W. Bliss (machinery), and Brillo (soap pads). The district includes the earliest large-scale reinforced concrete factory buildings in America. On December 18, 2007, the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission voted unanimously to designate Dumbo as the city's 90th historic district. The Dumbo historic district consists of properties bound by John Street to the north, York Street to the south, Main Street to the west, and Bridge Street to the east.

Source: Wikipedia

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dweemeister · 4 years

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Programming note: Women Make Film (Sept. 1 - Dec. 1)

Good afternoon (or morning or evening), followers!

On Tuesday evenings beginning September 1, this blog will begin a special marathon named “Women Make Film”. The marathon is based on Turner Classic Movies’ (TCM) eventually concurrent marathon of the same name and concept. Beginning at 5 PM Pacific until midnight on those Tuesdays (with one exception), this blog will only be featuring films directed by women from all over the world. Each night will include films based on certain aspects of filmmaking (outlined in general below) and how women filmmakers have contributed to that area of filmmaking, rather than a strict chronological presentation or cultural/geographic concentration. The films that will be featured are part of Mark Cousins’ 2018 documentary Women Make Film*, which premiered at that year’s Venice Film Festival and is the centerpiece for TCM’s marathon beginning on September 1.

You can also expect me to pull from various online writers who I find write so eloquently about women in cinema across the next few months. And you may just see a few Movie Odyssey write-ups of mine on films that appear throughout this marathon!

The tag will be #Women Make Film. A rough schedule follows, with the certain aspects of filmmaking that each week covers as well as films that will appear week. Non-English language films not made in predominantly English-speaking countries are accompanied with their nation/s of origin (films in bold will redirect you to my previously-published review of that film):

Tuesday, September 1: Openings and Tone

We Were Young (1961, Bulgaria); The East is Red (1965, China); and American Psycho (2000)

Tuesday, September 8: Believability, Introducing Character, and the Meet Cute

Yakshagaanam (1976, India); The Hurt Locker (2008); and Girlhood (2014, France)

Tuesday, September 15: Conversation, Framing, and Tracking

The Hitch-Hiker (1953); La Pointe Courte (1955, France); and Middle of Nowhere (2012)

Tuesday, September 22: Staging, Journey, and Discovery

Big (1988); I, The Worst of All (1990, Argentina); and The Cave of the Yellow Dog (2005, Mongolia)

Tuesday, September 29: Adult/Child, Economy, and Editing

Olympia (1938, Germany); One Sings, the Other Doesn’t (1977, France); and Mossane (1996, Senegal)

Tuesday, October 6: Point of View, Close-Up, and Dream

Daisies (1966, Czechoslovakia); The Ascent (1977, Soviet Union); and The Beguiled (2017)

Tuesday, October 13: Bodies and Sex

The House is Black (1963 short, Iran) and The Diary of a Teenage Girl (2015)

Tuesday, October 20: Home, Religion, and Work

The Wayward Girl (1957); Araya (1959, Venezuela); and Persepolis (2007, France/Iran)

Tuesday, October 27: Politics, Gear Change, and Comedy

Love Letter (1953, Japan); The Trouble with Angels (1966); and Selma (2014)

Wednesday, October 28: Melodrama, Sci-Fi, Horror and Hell

Shoes (1916); Outrage (1950); and Wonder Woman (2017)

Tuesday, November 3: OFF for Election Day in the United States

Tuesday, November 10: Tension, Status, and Leave Out

The Peacemaker (1997); Paraguayan Hammock (2006, Paraguay); and Wadjda (2012, Saudi Arabia)

Tuesday, November 17: Reveal, Memory, and Time

Falling Leaves (1912 short); Loving Couples (1964, Sweden); and Stories We Tell (2012)

Tuesday, November 24: Life Inside, the Meaning of Life, and Love

The Seashell and the Clergyman (1928 short); Les Rendez-vous d'Anna (1978, France/Belgium/West Germany); and A Simple Life (2011, Hong Kong)

Tuesday, December 1: Death, Endings, and Song and Dance

Hard, Fast, and Beautiful (1951); Sambizanga (1972, Angola); Crulic: The Path to Beyond (2011, Romania/Poland)

PLEASE NOTE that I am not at all affiliated with TCM and, most importantly, that I am not a woman. I am, by default, an imperfect advocate, curator, and messenger when it comes to presenting these films to you, my followers and to tumblr as a whole. But - as many of you know - I am more than happy to learn more about films and film history, especially in places where my knowledge is lacking. I hope you enjoy the marathon headed your way next week, and here’s to hopefully several Movie Odyssey write-ups to show for it!

* Because of recent changes to how Tumblr’s tags work, there is a very good chance that these films - many of which have not been seen by a wide audience - may have zero presence on tumblr. In such cases, I will do my best to begin/renew those tags or substitute those films with a similar women-directed film.

#Women Make Film #programming note #TCM

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a-wandering-ghoulette · 5 years

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Ghost: Tobias finally revealed himself! From MyRock n°57; March/April issue; a FR->EN translation.

Enjoy a 2 page exclusiv interview fully translated from french to english; 3 full-page pics by Amanda Demme and a bitter live report of Zénith de Paris ritual (under the cut at the end of the post)! Note that I’m not perfectly bilingual so any of you who have a better english lvl than me are free to correct any mistake I could have done!

Tobias, master of the Forge

(Translation Note: Yes, we are french and we like dumb puns. So yass, he leads this band, thx)

Few hours before his appearance at Zénith de Paris, Tobias Forge has opened his lodge’s door to us. Decontracted and unmasked, the autoproclamed Ghost’s spokesperson frankly discuss about the band news and about his sudden notoriety.

Interview by Thomas Mafrouche; photos by Amanda Demme.

“In the colllective mind, doing metal is wearing black and shouting in a mic. People believe it’s easy when it’s a music requiring a lot of work and precision.” Tobias Forge

The last time we saw you at Zénith de Paris it was for Slayer and Mastodon’s opening. Tonight, you are the headline and your show is full. You must feel very proud! Tobias Forge: Oh I’m fulfilled! It’s fantastic! I’m very happy with what is happening. Not for the success, but because it allows me to finally have the means to do shows of the scope I always wanted. I always wished Ghost to be big, that our concerts dazzle! There’s nothing which annoyed me more than when you look small on a stage. It’s the case during some opening, or festivals prestations, when we have to play during day time... Ghost isn’t a band built for small stages. It’s a full experience, the spectator must imperatively get what’s coming! But, it’s a monstrous organisation, with a lot of logistical problems to solve beforehand. The more people there are involved in this adventure, the more risks there are for the machine to derailed. But, well, it’s the challenge to achieve when you bring a choir of 40 nuns on stage (laugh). In the end, what matter is that the spectator enjoy it, that they spend a good and phenomenous evening with us.

It is said that you are scrupulous about each detail, even the lights. Is that true? T.F.: Yes... I’m a “control freak”, I must admit it. (laughs) But this hunger for perfection, it’s also what brought me here tonight. This thirst for controling everything, it also came from the fact I’ve often been right by the past, but I was often dismissed... I have long tried to fight against this facet and to let people speak. And in these cases, it often narrowly avoided a catastrophe. So now I assume it. It pisses me off to have become a control maniac, but I’m used to it now, because it’s what’s best for Ghost, and thus, for the public...

Influenced by Candlemass & Metallica

To open your concerts for this tour, you have chosen your fellow countrymen from Candlemass. You’re fan, we guess? T.F.: I’ve been listening to them since I’m eight! They are my heroes! Their album Tales of Creation is one of my cult record! A decade ago, I had the chance to meet them and today we became very good friends. We are often seeing each others, our wifes and children are getting along pretty well too. Candlemass, it’s family! Their music had a direct impact on my way to compose. Plus, there’s all the imagery! I’m not talking about costumes, but the typography and the biblical visuals which always had greatly influenced me. I’ll even confess you something: The first album of Ghost, Opus Eponymous, was written for Messiah Marcolin’s voice [2nd singer of Candlemass, Redaction Note]. At the time, I didn’t wanted to be the singer of Ghost. Then I asked him to join us, but he had declined the invitation, saying he was busy with another project. So, when time has come to sing, I did it with his head voice. Last year, musicians from Candlemass also supported me on stage during Polar Music Prize’s ceremony [Swedish equivalent of Victoires de la Musique, but with guitars, RN (T.N: ouch, it’s a nice shot in our national music award ceremony face, since they never reward rock/metal artists... So yeah, national sized Grammy’s ceremony)]. We covered “Enter Sandman” by Metallica, in front of Sweden’s King and Queen. Robert Trujillo an Lars Ulrich were there as well. It’s an unforgatable memory! My wife and I, we even had dinner with one of Sweden’s princesses, after the ceremony.

Would the princess of Sweden be a metalhead?! T.F.: I won’t go this far, no (laughs). But she was very sociable, we even toasted. It was exquisite!

“Now, I will represent Ghost unmasked. Tobias Forge will be the official interlocutor, the same way George Lucas was the unique spokesman of Star Wars.” Tobias Forge

Speaking of Metallica, you’ll open for them at Stade de France, on May 12th. There, as well, it’s consecration! T.F.: It’s crazy! I’m going to tell you a funny anecdote. I’m not passionate about football, but it turns out that I was in Paris in 1998, during the World Cup. I wasn’t at Stade de France, but I saw pictures in the city, on big screens. And, at this moment, when I saw the final, that you amazingly won, I told myself that one day, I will play in Stade de France as well. It took me 21 years, but this day finally has come! this is proof that you have to believe in your dreams!

Metallica, it’s an institution for many people. For you as well? T.F.: There isn’t a superlativ strong enough to say how much I love these guys! Especially since they became friends. It’s an honour to have been chosen to support them on stage. Notably because they’re one of the reasons which pushed me to do music.

Which is your favorite album? T.F.: Ouch, that’s not easy! From a strictly personnal point of view, I would say Ride the Lightning and Master of Puppets. But from a professional one, as a composer, musician and producer, it’s clearly the Black Album. It’s their best record, the most complete. Reaching this level of perfection, it’s any musician’s dream. Everything is here, the writing is bold, with a lot of character, and the producing is impeccable. I know it’s a record which make polemic amongst purists, but objectively, it’s one of these albums which had contributed to forge the metal we know today. In the colllective mind, doing metal is wearing black and shouting in a mic. People believe it’s easy, when it’s a music requiring a lot of work and precision. The Black Album, it’s the result of a huge amount of work, it’s months and months of work!

Papa Emeritus vs Darth Vader

The Black Album is also the record of notoriety, the one which propulsed Metallica with the general/mainstream public. This exposure, it’s something you’re living since the release of Prequelle. Recently, your appearance in the TV show Quotidien created a conflict amongst fans. To have a guitar solo cut during a live stream, is it the price to pay when a metal band enter the great mediatical circus? T.F.: Of course, it’s a sacrifice to do. Let’s say that, with Ghost, our relations with medias hasn’t always been good. I long refused to play their game. For a long time, these mainstream televisions had asked for interviewing Papa Emeritus. I always opposed them a categorical no. You can’t interview Papa Emeritus, the same way you can’t interview Darth Vader. You can meet James Earl Jones, who borrow him his voice, or the actor David Prowse. But Darth Vader, nobody can speak to him. It’s the same for Papa Emeritus. Today, in order to reach the next level, it’s time to play the game, but in our way. Since I can’t relate on Papa Emeritus to do the job, I accepted to do this interview unmasked. The problem is that journalists hadn’t the necessary keys in hands to understand Ghost. Of course, I’m not talking about you, because rock press know very well what we are and who we are. You tell me about Candlemass, about Metallica... It’s something else. You, you know your subject. Mainstream medias, them, what’s interesting them is to make the buzz, it’s to have a bone to gnaw. Sometimes, I wonder why I accepted to do such mediatical things... It’s not like I needed them, moreover my concerts are full! But, well, I decided that now, I will represent Ghost unmasked. Tobias Forge will be the official interlocutor, the same way George Lucas was the unique spokesman of Star Wars. The person you have in front of you today, it’s kind of Ghost’s director.

Otherwise, what are the future projects for Ghost? T.F.: There will be a release before the end of the year, but it will not be an EP of covers like we often did so far. It will be something else, but it’s not done and I can’t tell you about it yet. But I recorded some things... The rest of the year, I will spend it on the road, it will be very long, with, notably, dates in South America. I scheduled to go in studio early next year, to realease an album in 2020. You have to strike while the iron is hot!

(Under the cut you’ll find a semi-bitter live report. Take this line as a trigger warning maybe...?)

Tobias Forge at Zénith?

It took 4 albums, 2 EP and a lawsuit before Tobias Forge, Ghost’s mastermind, offer to the french public an indoor show worthy of the name. The rendez vous is written down for early february, at Zénith de Paris.

Live report by: Roseline Artal.

6 000 persons

Concert: 3/5

Public: 3/5

We was told the show in the capital is full of capacity, but some stands are inaccessible and guarded by vigils. It’s certainly to allow everybody to be dazzled that the band decided to not fill the venue at its maximum capacity, but it’s a shame for those who would have liked to be part of the lucky ones. After a Cigale and an Olympia much comparable to festivals prestations, Ghost decided to put every efforts here. Finally! Candlemass, coming from Sweden, open the ball, remaining on the very front of the stage. Songs flow, some blunders can be heard, notably when the singer Johan Längqvist mix up “A Sorcerer’s Pledge” and “Solitude”, but the crowd seems to appreciate. They rise their fists up in the air when needed, some heads are banging here and there, and we notice a semblance of circle pit down in the front right. However, it’s hard to remain enthusiastic very long in front of the relatively flat performance. Musicians are playing the game and are having fun, which is something at least.

A cathedral stage It’s almost 9 p.m when lights turn off and the black curtains disappear, reaveling the magnificent stained glasses awning over imposing stairs. Such ornated, the Zénith stage is standing out! It’s with “Ashes”, perfect for an appetizer, Ghost offert themselves to their audience, but it’s “Ritual” which receive all suffrages on this show begining. As for “Devil Church”, it end on a duel between guitarists. When “Miasma” first notes resonnate, one question is on everybody lips: “Will Papa Nihil show himself?”. And the answer is yes, for our greatest pleasure. “Jigolo Har Megiddo” is beautifully interpreted acoustically, allowing us to rest down our ears for a short time. Indeed, the sound is unbearable, at least without appropriated protections. Fortunatelly, the view isn’t unpleasant, thanks to a Tobias Forge of many personnalities as funny as worrying.

Papa Emeritus as a mafiosi (well, it’s obviously a confusion between Papa and Cardinal from the reporter here, I’ll correct it for the rest of this paragraphe, T.N) It’s well and truly the last album which is highlighted tonight, which is appreciated by fans. They are indeed ready to sing in unison and turn on there phone on “Life Eternal”, while Cardinal Copia play the romantic mafiosi, all in white dressed, thus marking an end to the first act. 15 minutes of break are offered, without a reason being given. Indeed, when the entract ends, the setting hadn’t change and musicians are wearing the same costumes. What if Tobias Forge became the new Axl Rose with his manic to leave the stage for ages with no valid reason? We’re picky, but these minutes could have been used to play other titles, such as the amazing “Elizabeth” which has disapeared from the setlist for years now... Nothing better than “Year Zero” sing by everyone and the cover of Rocky Erikson’s “If You Have Ghost” in order to put us in a good mood. However, the band found a way to ruin it all by dragging the members presentation out for long minutes. What a shame. “Dance Macabre” and “Square Hammer”, which we all keep loving during live, reconcil us with the swedes, then, without surprise, we’re leaving on “Monstrance Clock”, an ode to femal pleasure. When the lights turn back on, we can’t help but thinking this show was both a success and a disappointment notably due to useless dead calm.

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview #cardinal copia #Nameless Ghouls #a pale tour named death #prequelle #MyRock #translation #scan

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jmariellewrites · 5 years

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Barbara Jane Edwards (Morrison)

Family Bonds and Connections

Before I even knew what the word truly meant I knew that I was adopted. My mother had always told me that another woman had given birth to me. I had an older brother and knew he was also adopted and that he had different birth parents. These memories go back to my earliest childhood. It's a relatively complex concept for a three or four year old. I didn't really understand the nuances of birth parents or adoption at that time. Later I just knew that I was grateful I had been told at that age so it never came as a shock to me. Beyond that, I simply was aware that I had a family, a warm bed at night, clothes, toys to play with and food on the table, even if some nights it was only pancakes and eggs or macaroni and cheese.

My first years were spent on a small farm in Port Angeles, Washington where I was born. My mother and father had both been born in Burlington and Edison in western Washington state respectively; however, my father had been transferred to Port Angeles for his job so my adoptive parents were already living there before my birth. It took a few hours to reach Burlington by car and even ferry, but we made the trip frequently on weekends to visit other family, most of whom lived in Burlington. We made the trip even more often when my father was transferred briefly to Olympia and especially when we moved to Bellingham, which was a relatively short drive away. Often we would pass by or travel to Mount Vernon, which is just to the south of Burlington.

Skagit Valley is a large, fertile agricultural district. The two largest towns are Mount Vernon and Burlington. Back then they were both sleepy little communities. At that time there were massive strawberry fields, pea patches, apple orchards and other fruit, vegetable and flower growers scattered throughout this lovely valley that most people had never even heard of. In the Spring through the Autumn there were endless farm stands offering fresh picked produce, berries and even dairy products.

The views in this valley are always glorious no matter where you look. The Skagit river flows through the entire valley, and there are views of majestic Mt. Baker far off to the east. Skagit Valley is now famous for the endless tulip fields and annual festivals held there each year, and has become a thriving bedroom community for Everett and even Seattle.

As my family and I would travel on US Highway 99 and then later I-5 after it was completed, we would pass by a large farm that was situated just off the highway. I don't know why this farm, out of all of the hundreds of farms in the area, stood out to me but it did. The entire valley was nothing but farms that were scattered along the highways. There was no logical reason this one should have me take notice, however, this is the farm that spoke to me. It was not noble or colorful. There was nothing spectacular about it that should have made it exceptional compared to the surrounding farms, yet to me it was a grand and magnificent place.

The expansive farmland just had an unremarkable home and an even more unremarkable barn and some other outbuildings that looked like so many others in the area. Yet to me it was special. I didn't know why it was special, it just was. I could sense something. As we drove by I would just stare at it to the point that my mother would ask why I was so fascinated with it. I didn't have an answer. My enchantment was always with horse ranches, not produce farms. There were no horses in sight here, so that added even more to the mystery of why I would just focus on this stretch of land. Occasionally as we approached this farm she would say something along the lines of, “We are almost to your farm, Nanie (her nickname for me when I was very young). Are you looking?” I was. I always looked. I always stared.

We moved to Alaska when I was still in grade school, but we would fly into Seattle every summer while I was growing up. We would drive up along I-5 to Burlington to visit relatives. As soon as we approached Skagit Valley I started looking off to the right. Yes. It was still there. My farm, as beautiful as special as always was still there. It seemed as if there were endless green fields of various crops surrounding it. If I had been old enough to drive, I would have just stopped the car and looked at it, but I never had that opportunity.

As I became an adult, I moved to Maui. I would occasionally return to Skagit Valley to see family. My travels would take me north on I-5 again and right past my farm. It was the first thing I looked for when I came down the hill to the valley floor as I drove north of Seattle, and it was the last thing I wanted to see when I traveled back to the airport on my way south before the road started to wind up the gently sloping hills leaving the valley. I was too shy to actually approach the farm house even though I wanted to tell the owners that they were so fortunate to have such a special piece of land, a lovely home to live in and to be surrounded by such a peaceful setting.

I traveled this road less frequently as the years passed and life events interfered, yet every time I journeyed that way, I always checked out my farm. Additionally, during all of these years I had always wondered about my birth family. I knew there was at least a mother, however, I wondered if I had siblings and even an entire other family out there. I wondered if my mother was still alive, what she was like, and especially wondered if she ever thought about me. I always wondered about my heritage and who else was out there. Were other family members still alive? Was there a medical history I should know about? Where were they and what were they doing? Was there anybody at all still alive that was related to me? Was I the only one who was looking?

I had a great adoptive family and was so fortunate to have a wonderful mother and father who had always worked hard to provide for us. Yet, for me, there was something missing. I never felt truly complete. There was a curiosity about who I really was. I didn't even know what nationality I was. Was I French, German, English? Some or all of the above? None of those things? Perhaps I was even part Asian? My mother had always thought so because of my fascination with Japan and its culture from the time I was very young. I had no way of knowing. I would ask my mother occasionally about my birth mother. She would say that she didn't know because the birth records had been sealed. The two mothers had never met and nothing about my birth mother had been disclosed to her. The questions I asked bothered her as if she was insecure about me wanting to know. I had room in my heart for two mothers, yet it was difficult for my adoptive mother to understand that. I tried not to ask often because it would even rattle her a little if I asked questions out of the blue. All I knew is that I was on my own on this quest, I would need an attorney to even try to uncover my adoption records, and it would be expensive, and may not even yield any results.

Then, in 2012, Washington State opened up adoption records for anyone born before 1975. My parents had both just passed so I didn't have to hide my actions from my mother. I immediately sent for my actual birth certificate looking for some answers. I waited for two weeks for the document, and opened the official looking envelope from the Washington State Department of Health Statistics with a trembling hand. I was looking at a nearly blank piece of paper when I unfolded it. All that was on the birth certificate was my mother's name, Barbara Jane Edwards, her approximate age of 17 and that perhaps she was from Oregon. Nothing else. The rest of the certificate was a complete blank. No father, no address, actual birth date, nothing else at all. However, now at least I had a name to start with.

I started looking but there was precious little to go on. I didn't even know where to begin looking. I had been told that my mother probably didn't ever actually live in Port Angeles, so I didn't have a starting point. I found no clear direction as a reference, no leads or anything whatsoever that guided me to her. She could have come from any state in the United States, or perhaps even Canada. Given that proving identity back in those years was so very different, I began to wonder if she had even given her real name or if she had checked into the hospital under an alias. Her name seemed to be completely elusive. I knew that if she had married, she had most likely taken another name, so that complicated my search even more.

Completely apart from this I had my DNA tested through Ancestry about the same time. I was so curious about my heritage that I wanted to know the answers to my questions about ethnicity. As part of that, Ancestry then shows you close DNA matches. It was an unexpected bonus when I realized I might be able to use my test results to help find blood relatives. Nothing closer than a possible 3rd or 4th cousin appeared in my matches for years. If a lead looked promising, I would send a cryptic message to someone asking if they had ever heard of Barbara, but no one had until in December of 2017 when a first cousin by the name of Scott Edwards appeared. Edwards! The same last name as my mother. It was the very first time that had happened, and he lived in Portland, Oregon, just south of the Washington border.

I sent a brief message to Scott, never mentioning that Barbara was my birth mother, just asking if he had ever heard of her. I told him to not bother responding if I was invading his privacy or if I was otherwise being intrusive. This was a couple days before Christmas of that year. I heard nothing back for a few days. Then shortly before New Year's day I received a message from Scott. Barbara was his aunt. Most important to me was that in the message he gave his phone number and said, “We need to talk, cousin!” He told me to call him as soon as I was ready to do so.

Scott and I spoke for over two hours when we first connected a couple days later. I was shaking and my nerves were rattling. I was experiencing such a wide range of emotions I didn't even know what to think. Scott filled me in on many, long lost details and told me I also had an Aunt Evelyn, an Uncle Clarence (Eddy), and two other first cousins by the names of Steve and Stephanie, who were his siblings. Then I found out I had two half brothers and a half sister, Keith, Darrin and Jill. The half brothers were farmers in Skagit Valley just south of Mount Vernon, and my half sister worked as an electrical engineer and lived east of Seattle.

Scott offered to call my half brothers and half sister and make all of the introductions. He would tell everyone about me as a way to break the ice for me, and said he would do that within the next two days. And so he did. Within two or three days, news of me had spread like wildfire through the family. I learned that the family name of my siblings was Morrison. Things started to click a little, but I didn't quite make the connection just yet. I had over fifty friend requests on Facebook from cousins, half brothers, my half sister, nieces, nephews, aunts and uncles and even second cousins. I was totally overwhelmed and didn't even know who belonged to who as I attempted to piece together names and family connections. It seemed as if half of Skagit Valley was related to me, as well as several people scatted across the country as far reaching as Texas and even the Eastern seaboard.

I learned that my Aunt Evelyn, my mother's older sister, had kept the secret of me her entire life. She had never told a soul. She was the only one who knew about me. She was delighted to hear that we as a family had finally connected after 64 years. I asked her once if she had any idea about who my father was, and she just chuckled. Her reply was, “Oh, Honey, your Momma was in the back seat of a car on a lot of Friday nights after school dances and such. It could be anyone from the captain of the football team to some wheat farmer's son! Your Momma was always out having a good time.” I had to laugh along with her. That also explained why there was no father listed on my birth certificate.

I spoke with my half brothers first before I spoke with my half sister. Both Keith and Darrin told me about the family farm and that they were 5th generation farmers and had Morrison Farms, a large operation that grew potatoes, grass and spinach seed, barley and other crops over a vast expanse of land. Keith described in general terms where they were located and asked if I remembered the area. As he spoke I nearly dropped the phone. Morrison Farms was precisely where my farm was located. Could it be? How was this possible? He was talking about my farm. He was calling from the farm I had been fascinated with from the time I was a young child.

While I was talking with them, I would start to describe the house and barns to them as we spoke. I described just about every detail to about the last leaf on the tree outside the main farm house, which is now where Darrin lives with his lovely wife Marily. I had chicken skin as I recalled the farm from my childhood and even adult days. Darrin and Keith were both silent when I described the farm. Keith was utterly fascinated. It was Darrin who said, “How did you know? When was the last time you were up this way?” I said that it had been a few years but that I knew the farm well. I tried to explain that it had always held a fascination for me for some unknown reason that was now perfectly clear. My mother had always been there as I gazed upon the farm, as were my half brothers and half sister. Back then I didn't know what I knew. I just knew that I sensed something. I sensed family. I could feel the connection deep in my bones. I didn't know how to process that information as a child. As an adult, I assumed the connection I felt was simply a fond childhood memory of a place special to me.

Over the next year few months I would grow closer and closer with my family, as would my adult son. My half brothers became true uncles to him. Their wives became his aunts. My half sister and her husband connected with us too. It was amazing. We all actually ended up meeting in the fall of 2018. Everyone traveled to Nevada to spend time with us and meet us, bringing along the best potatoes I have ever eaten, fresh picked out of the fertile farm land of Skagit Valley by their hands. My half sister actually wanted to spend her 50th birthday with me as part of her celebration. We had all developed a closeness and a bond that was remarkable. I had been welcomed by absolutely everyone with open arms and I was treated as a sister as well as a dear friend. I was part of a new family. It was as if we had known each other our entire lives. Marily and Wendy, Keith’s wife, were more like sisters than sisters-in-law. Paul, Jill’s husband, became a brother. It was all just so remarkable.

I don't know what there is about a blood bond, but it feels different. It is something tangible, something you can feel down to your bones. Blood is definitely thicker than water and it means something. During this period of discovery I was fully aware that these meetings and introductions could have gone either way. The doors could have been slammed in my face. But that did not happen. The opposite was true. I was accepted and welcomed by literally everyone as if we had known each other all of our lives. Even the man who would have been my step-father welcomed me and said that he wished he had known about me all along so we could have met sooner.

My birth mother -- I was too late to meet my mother. It was destined that we were never to meet. She had suffered a stroke some years previously and then had developed dementia. I had dealt with dementia first hand with my adopted mother so I knew the endless challenges surrounding that. I did not want to confuse her or do anything that might agitate her, even though it was suggested I could go visit with one of the family and just be introduced as a friend they were bringing along. I felt that was too risky as I knew I would not be able to keep my emotions from showing. Besides, all of us had remarked that I looked like her more than anyone else in the family. What if by some miracle she recognized who I was? How would we explain that? In the long run we decided against a meeting. We didn't want to shock or upset her when she was in a state of mind that might not fully comprehend what was happening.

At least now I had countless photos the family had brought to me or shared through email, and had heard endless stories of her and her wonderful life, generous spirit and gracious manner. I now knew who I was and where I came from and knew the story of my birth family. It would have to be enough. It was enough, yet there will always be a sense of wondering what it would have been like to actually have met her when we were both younger. Everyone in the family remarked that it would have been wonderful if we had found each other sooner. It just was never meant to be.

Passages happen. Events in life don’t always play out the way you would wish them to. My birth mother Barbara Jane Edwards passed peacefully on September 21, 2019, after a rapid decline in her already failing health. She was surrounded by family who were playing soft music for her. The end had finally come. She had been so frail for so long no one was sure how she had held on for as long as she did. She finally let go and passed away without knowing I was asking about her and talking to her family every day, sometimes twice a day during her last week and hours on this earth. No, she never knew I had finally found her or that I had connected with her lovely family.

My wish is that somehow she did sense on some level that I loved her and never held anything against her for giving me up for adoption. She was only doing what a young woman of that day and age was expected to do. I hope she knows that I admire and respect her and above all, that I thank her for giving me life -- a good life. I know it’s a long shot, yet I hope she sensed me even as I sensed her when I drove by that farm many times and felt her presence. Perhaps she looked out a kitchen window or glanced up from a flower bed just as the car passed by that I was riding in, and perhaps she smiled at me, wondering why it was that particular car that grabbed her attention out of all of the other cars on the road. It is my belief that she did.

#Adoption #Finding Family #Birth Connections #Family Connections #Lost Family

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On this day in music…

June 6th

1962 - The Beatles

The first Beatles recording session took place at Abbey Road studios. The group recorded four tracks, one of which was 'Love Me Do' the four musicians received payments for the session of £7.10 ($12.07) each.

1965 - The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones released the single ’(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction’ in the US, which went on to give the band their first No.1. In the UK, (where it was released in August 1966), the song initially played only on pirate radio stations because its lyrics were considered too sexually suggestive.

1966 - Roy Orbison

Roy Orbison's first wife, Claudette, was killed when a truck pulled out of a side road and collided with the motorbike that she and her husband were riding on in Gallatin, Texas, she was 25.

1969 - Elton John

Elton John released his debut album Empty Sky in the UK, (released January 1975 in the US). 'Skyline Pigeon' is the best known song on the album, and is the only one which John, albeit infrequently, performs as part of his live shows.

1970 - Christie

Christie were at No.1 on the UK singles chart with 'Yellow River'. Written by band leader Jeff Christie, the song was offered to The Tremeloes, who recorded it with the intention of releasing it as a single. However, they considered it too pop-orientated for their future direction. Producer Mike Smith therefore took their vocals off the recording and added those of Jeff Christie.

1970 - Pink Floyd

Syd Barrett played his first gig since leaving Pink Floyd at the Extravaganza 70, at London's Olympia Hall, England, backed by a band that included his old friend Floyd guitarist David Gilmour. Barrett baffled the audience (and his musicians) when he abruptly took off his guitar during the fourth number and walked off stage.

1971 - John Lennon

John & Yoko jammed live on stage with Frank Zappa at The Filmore East in New York. Some of these recordings were released in 1972, on John Lennon's third post-Beatles album, Some Time in New York City.

1974 - Dolly Parton

RCA Records released 'I Will Always Love You' by Dolly Parton, the second single from Parton's thirteenth solo studio album, Jolene. Recorded on June 13, 1973, the singer wrote the song for her one-time partner and mentor Porter Wagoner, from whom she was professionally splitting at the time.

1979 - Def Leppard

Def Leppard played at Crookes Workingman's Club in Sheffield. The gig was reviewed in UK music paper 'Sounds' and led to a recording contract with Phonogram Records.

1982 - Tom Petty

Tom Petty, Crosby Stills & Nash, Bob Dylan, Stevie Wonder, Stevie Nicks and Jackson Browne all appeared at The Rose Bowl, Pasadena, California to a crowd of 85,000 fans at the six hour Peace Sunday, We Have A Dream antinuclear concert. Dylan was joined onstage with Joan Baez and duetted with her on Blowin’ In The Wind and With God On Our Side. The show was partly broadcast on ABC TV’s Entertainment Tonight

2006 - Billy Preston

Billy Preston died of kidney failure. The Grammy-winning keyboard player collaborated with some of the greatest names in the music industry, including The Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Nat King Cole, Little Richard, Ray Charles, George Harrison, Elton John, Eric Clapton and Bob Dylan.

2017 - Woodstock

The site of the 1969 Woodstock music festival was officially recognised for its place in history when Democratic Gov. Andrew Cuomo announced that Bethel Woods Center for the Arts had been placed on the National Register of Historic Places.

2019 - Dr John

American singer and songwriter Dr John known for music combining blues, pop, jazz, boogie woogie and rock and roll died at the age of 77 after suffering a heart attack. Born Malcolm John Rebennack his career started in the late 1950s, when he became prominent as a pianist and singer on the New Orleans music scene. He also worked with the Rolling Stones, Carly Simon, James Taylor, Neil Diamond, Ringo Starr, Eric Clapton, Bob Seger and Joe Walsh.

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