#raqs

[club-pera]

Maryam Saleh and Zeid Hamdan Thursday May 9th, 2024 Doors open at 21:30, Starts at 22:00

Info & tickets

Arab trip-hop and electro-pop music by Egyptian singer and songwriter Maryam Saleh & Lebanese music producer Zeid Hamdan in Paradiso (Upstairs Hall) on Thursday, May 9th, 2024. The duo delivers folkloric songs and compositions, often tinged with sarcasm, defying convention. They prompt listeners to unravel their hidden meanings with poignant political and social content, drawing from musical traditional elements to offer surprising modern twists and interpretations. Their rendition is inspired by Sheikh Imam and Ahmed Fouad Negm work and serves as a poignant reminder of a bygone era of revolutionary folk music.

Maryam Saleh habitually pushes the boundaries of Arabic music. A luminary of Egypt’s alternative music scene, she delivers a savvy mix of old and new, infusing shaabi and folk styles with innovative techniques and fearless personality. Saleh is a singer, composer, actress, and poet. As the teenage frontwoman of the band Gawaz Safar in the early 2000s, she revived the decades-old protest songs of folk legend Sheikh Imam for a younger audience. She broke new creative ground with the dizzying electro beats and sarcastic poetry of 2015’s Halawella, a critically-acclaimed album she recorded with Soap Kills’ Zeid Hamdan.

Zeid Hamdan is a Lebanese music producer and composer, born in Beirut in 1976, standing for the last few decades as the creative force behind several captivating indie bands originating from the SWANA region, such as Soapkills, Bedouin Burger, the Beit Project, Hiba Mansouri, Zeid and the Wings, The New Government, Maryam Saleh, Maii and Zeid, Kandia Kora (Guinean Pop) La Guinee Kazamada (Arabic electro pop) and more. Successfully blending his Middle Eastern roots with a spectrum of influences including punk, electro, and folk. On top of producing his own records , Zeid Hamdan has also been scoring for Films.

This program is produced by RAqS Experiences | co-produced by Stichting Pera | co-hosted by Paradiso Amsterdam | funded by Amsterdam fonds voor de Kunst – AFK

[cryptidfuckery]

I don't want to become a tree.

I have a fascination with death. Not how it happens, not what happens after. I have a fascination with how death is handled by the ones left living.

I talked at length about it in the Egyptian gallery with you, surrounded by bodies misplaced. "Most of history we learn through the way we treat our dead." Which is true, I think, for the most part.

We have written and oral history. We have the skeletons of buildings and cultures left behind for us to interpret. But before that, before the corpses of civilizations we're still able to uncover, we have our own.

The oldest body ever found is argued to be 230,000 years old. Hundreds of millennia, a culture so lost to time and decay we can't hope to uncover significant artifacts.

Our bodies become the artifact. The way we were buried, where, with what, with who. Was there care put into our final resting spot? Was there effort put into the ends of our lives?

Most often, there was. Our bodies tell our descendants our status. Our injuries. Our community. Our loves.

Perhaps they'll debate. Perhaps they'll misinterpret. But millennia later, your body might tell someone how we lived. How we loved. What we cared about at our core. What we thought would help us after death. What we thought we'd want to continue our comfort. What the living needed to let us pass on from their lives.

You tell me you still think about what I said.

Many people talk about becoming a tree when they pass. It is a beautiful notion, one I've considered. A natural, living reminder of a life lived. A place for their loved ones to share a connection with. In a way, the continuation of a life; albeit in a different form.

But I don't want to become a tree. I'd rather become a forest.

Maybe it's a notion toward the state of our world. The lack of top soil is one of the prevalent factors of our declining environment. The way we've stripped it of the nutrients of decay.

There are ways to decompose naturally. In the ground with nothing but a natural shroud is the oldest and easiest way. A new, human composting method has been created for an urban option when the easiest is unavailable. An alternative to cremating. One that can give back to the earth.

My body might not be one that tells the story of my time alive on this planet. My body might tell a joke, or rest peacefully, or ideally decay away. My DNA will dissolve into nitrogen and an assortment of other elements. I will become no different or better than the dirt that lies around me. What was me will become something else entirely.

I'd rather become the top soil. I'd rather become the forest.

[commodorez]

The Serial Port - Ben Grubbs

"The 1990s come alive through a showcase of Cobalt RaQ web server appliances, a popular solution for your local ISP needing to serve up webpages! Fire up Microsoft FrontPage, one of the first WYSIWYG editors, to craft classic web pages complete with marquee texts and flashy GIFs. We’ll crawl through Geocities archives for the coolest GIF icons and embossed logos. Web pages will be hosted on an operational Cobalt RaQ server, managed with its cutting-edge web based control panel."

He has an excellent youtube channel exploring the equipment that made early ISPs, websites, etc. accessible to small-time users.

VCF East XIX

[ameliagiovanna0]

I didn't realize how much I missed all of this craziness. I love going nuts over shows with you guys and watching our favorite thing trend and having differing opinions but not letting that affect us

The community and friendship this fandom has provided is insane. I love everything about it. It's what a fandom should be

I'm so happy we get to do it again

@sisterofficerlucychen @morganupstead @sylvies-chen @headlightsatmidnight

[musictyme]

Mali Music - Contradiction ft. Jhené Aiko

[the-ender-dragon]

Today the Ender Dragon is bringing gender euphoria to the wonderful mod of @where-is-cherrifire!

[sonderessence]

maturing is realizing Raquelle from barbie: life in the dreamhouse was the best character in the whole show .

[mufrad]

Chalo khwaab mein milte hain, Aur isi khwaab mein ek naya khwaab bunte hain, Khwaab mein titliyaan hain Jugnu chaand aur taare hain, Khwaab mein tum mere ho, Aur ye sab tumhare hain, Khwaab mein hum bheegte hain jaise koi baarish ho, Khwaab ek dhundhli vaadi hai jaise baadlo ki saazish ho, Khwaab mein sab khwaab sa hai, Har ek chehra janaab sa hai, Khwaab jaise koi phoolnagar hai, Kuch motiyaan thoda gulab sa hai, To chalo Na uss khwaab mein chalte hain.

✨🤌

Credit: Raqs-e-Bismil

HUM TV

[henneseyhoe]

I WAS EDITING A CHAPTER TO COUNTRY LOVIN’ WHILE WATCHING THE LAST EP OF RAISING KANAN AND OH MY GOD??? AHHHHH

[premleaguehigh]

Fine Johnny, here’s your pictures i guess… gonna change my phone password so this never happens again 😒

[daydadahlias]

he’s my Castiel fancast

[anothergolddustwoman]

Valentine's Day

A/N: Hi so I wrote a little something after the .5 sec clip from the promo. Big thank you to Ivy @sisterofficerlucychen for letting me use her head cannon about the clip being from Valentine's day and Tim giving Lucy the necklace she's wearing. Hope y'all like it. It's linked on AO3 here. Gif not mine.

Summary: Lucy and Tim have a Valentine's Date at her apartment.

Words: <1k

Warnings: A fluffy cute lil date, but it does get a little spicy? idk not too much no details or anything.

Standing outside the door, he remembers the last time he entered the apartment. This time when he’s invited in he knows it will be a much different outcome than the last. This time he knows what's on the other side of the door. 

He raises his fist to knock, but she doesn’t come to the door; she just yells for him to come in. Staying at her place in front of the stove adding the sauce to the pot. After hanging his jacket Tim joins Lucy, wrapping his arms around her waist and telling her the food smells good.

“Good, it's almost done.” she tells him as he presses a soft kiss to her temple. “What are you doing?” she asks as he grabs the spoon from her to stir the pasta.

“Helping”

“No, I’m making dinner. Go, sit, pour us some wine. It’s done, I just have to put it on the plate.” she tells him, shoving him to go sit on the island behind her.

-

“That was delicious Luce.” 

“Thank you, I told you I was a good chef.” smiling in response

“I never said you weren’t.”

“This was definitely my favorite Valentine’s day.”

“Mine too.” Mimicking the ear to ear smile she has and giving her a quick kiss. “Hold on a sec, I have something for you.” As he pulls back from the kiss.

“I thought we weren’t doing gifts, it's our first holiday together.”

“I know, but I saw this the other day and thought of you.” he tells her as he pulls out the red box from his pocket.

“Oh, Tim.” placing her hand on her chest as she opens the box to reveal a moonstone necklace. “It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you.” as she kisses him softly.

“To match your ring.” He tells her, grabbing the necklace as she turns around, so he can clasp it behind her neck. She turns back around and leans down wrapping her arms around his neck and climbs into his lap. Thanking him again as she starts kissing him passionately. 

When they finally take a minute to breath Lucy kisses up his jaw. Whispering in his ear “I got you something too.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks in a husky voice.

“Yeah, but it's in the bedroom.” as she nips at his earlobe.

“Well then I guess we better go check it out.” He tells her as he stands up, picks her up, and carries her to the bedroom. Lucy giggles and throws her head back in response to Tim hoisting her up onto his hips.

Setting her down on the bed they continue where they left off in the living room. After a bit she tries to shove him off, but he refuses. “If you want your present, you’ll have to let me up.” He concedes and she walks over to the closet. Returning in a velvet robe. Watching as his eyes widen and pupils dilate with lust, she removes the robe to reveal a red lacy lingerie set.

“Wow!” he says with a gulp leaning slightly back on the bed. 

“So, you like it.” She tells him as she goes to stand between his legs.

“Yeah. It’s uh, very nice.” as he grabs her waist while she wraps her legs around his back.

“Just nice.” She teases in response as she begins to unbutton his shirt and drag her fingers down his chest.

“I said it was very nice.” as he flips them on the bed so she's under him which elicits giggles from Lucy. They spend the night entangled in each other getting very little sleep.

-

When she wakes in the morning she expects to find Tim next to her, but when she goes over to cuddle his side is empty and cold. So, she sits up stretches while looking around the room for him. She can hear music in the living room and smells pancakes. Going out to investigate she finds him behind the stove flipping pancakes in his pajama pants and shirt that is just a little too small showing off all of his muscles. She comes up behind him just like he did to her the night before. 

“Good morning sunshine.” he says, adding some blueberries to the pancake he's making.

“It is now.” she tells him snuggling in his back. He flips the pancake turning around to kiss her murmuring in agreement on her lips.

“Breakfast is great and all, but what did you do with Kojo, you've been here all night?”

“Tamara was out here when I woke up, so I asked her to go take him for a walk and to bring him back with her.”

“And she just had no arguments about leaving as soon as she got back.”

“No she did. But, I promised her pancakes when she got back.”

“That makes sense.” as she nods her head and goes in for another kiss.

“Breakfast is done, we can eat now.” he tells her with foreheads pressed against each other. 

“Actually, I think I have a better idea.” with a devilish grin on her face she pulls him towards the bedroom.

Reaching back to turn the stove off, Tim says “Tamara and Kojo should almost be here.”

“Then I guess we will have to be quick, Bradford.” she giggles as she turns to run to the bedroom. 

Making Tim stop in his tracks, shake his head, and say “You’re in so much trouble, Chen.” chasing after her to the bedroom.

-

Tim was right, Tamara and Kojo were almost back. They come into the empty apartment and find the cold and abandoned breakfast on the counter.

“Well I guess it's just you and me for breakfast Kojo.” Tamara tells the dog who’s already hoping she’ll give him a treat.

[feluka]

might fuck around and start making a gif series of my favourite raqs sharqi scenes but if i hear the word 'exotic' i will blow up all of tumblr forever

[ameliagiovanna0]

People I'd like to know better!

Tagged by @headlightsatmidnight ilu 💕 (not us being obsessed with the exact same thing at the exact same time 😂)

Last Song: Do You Hear What I Hear - for KING & COUNTRY

Favorite Color: Black 🖤

Currently Watching: Bones

Last Movie/TV show: Bones

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: Sweet

Relationship Status: Single

Current Obsession: Bones. I'm rewatching season 11 right now and I'm loving Booth and Brennan's married era. I love seeing the differences and hearing them talk about how much their relationship has changed over the years. And call me weird, but I really love Cam and Arastoo too. I'm honestly thrilled they got back together. Also Chenford. They're my comfort ships at the moment

Last Google Search: Christmas nail wraps

Tagging @morganupstead @sisterofficerlucychen @torreshalstead @sylvies-chen No pressure 💕

[adaradin]

Snippet of my level one choreography. 8.26.23

[messiahelon]

i know they not gon kill lou for real 😧