💕 nayoung x keun 💕
because we are nostalgic cause of the day, the first thing that comes to my mind is when you choose between 6 faceclaims in my list and choose jongin, an you lying saying i did with irene, and those mothefuckers ruined my life, i remember when you asked me how did i feel imagining nayoung and keun sex because their faces were my bias and i was like brooo they are like other people in my mind,, but thats just remember long time cause in the beggining we talked on the chat of tumblr for a time idk how that went i just know i took the courage of the next day asked how the hell 1x1 happened and we did their tumblrs on side,,, and did that conference that nayoung and keun had to attended cause they were faking dating,, and when it finish, keun as the idiot creepy that he was interested in nayoung tried to small talk with her and dispatch appear and he helped her with the flash of the cameras whatever, i just remember vividly of them getting into his car and going to the mcdonalds, probably, first time ever that nayoung went to that place in drive thru and they went to her apartment to eat. now i remember that time in the club when keun met her ex boyfriend and kim yura, where she said: "kim yura pensei que vc estivesse se mudado para o japão.", cause at that tIME WE DID IN PORTUGUESE!!!!!!! also it comes to my mind when he give a journals (not the album but is the next topic i am going to talk about) as birthday gift for her, which was not the only thing he did cause keun took her out to celebrate her birthday and they had such a good time that they got their first kiss, wich is hilarous cause it took months literally months for that, and i do remember that we did not talk about this on her birthday, or it was but my mind doesn't quite remember what happened in november 29 in our telegram conversation, i remember thought it was the day my boletim from school would come out but for the grace got pushbacks, nonthless, i failed my last year from high school wich was not a surprise, cause at that time we were begging to be friends but i always knew that day would come, actually was necessay for my grown as a person, besides that irl aT THAT TIME I REMEMBER VIVIDLY THO THAT WE STARTED FOR REAL CREating modern lovers cause we made bonghu and sanchan,,, and after that creating wndr,,, and this probably lookslike i'm changing the subject but also no, cause it was nayoung and keun's fault for that whole creation of universes, we made even her parents for god sakes, they are present in each one even as fetus and its not even annoying is just how it got and what we love cause it serves like serotine for our brains. also, i have to mention their breakup, cause it made go away which a gift for your birthday, and not just that cause thats was painful as hell that it got us hearing every song from every artist and being like !!!!!!!!!!!to december was not the time when you planned to your threads, but it was i believe the first taylor swift song that you titled as someone, and it was also what build the headcannon that they got back in the rooftop ((btw i was about to do the journals but this time is about the new romantics but idk i needed something to motivate me so thats why i am here)). and for that last but not least, that suzy music video that i don’t remember the title of the song, but you edit with other song wich was one of the ost, and but in the music video, but that was before you seeing me reblogging the gifsets and decided to talk to me on telegram so utimately but not surprise they just remind me that they are the reason that made us become best friends.
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Music shuffle tag - what fun!
I was tagged by @lookslike-wemadeit Thank you!!!
1. Bedroom Floor - Liam Payne
2. Blood of the Dragon - GoT OST
3. Does he know - 1D
4. Dark is the night - a-ha
5. Ordinary Girl - Chesney Hawkes (does anyone remember Chesney Hawkes???)
6. Mein Rostock - Marteria
7. What makes you beautiful - 1D
8. Oft gefragt - AnnenMayKantereit
9. Flicker - Niall Horan
10. Mercy - Shawn Mendes
Where are Walls and Fine Line??? Defo on the most played list!!!
Tagging @crinkle-eyed-boo @misspebbles2010 @louandhazaf @kingsofeverything @homoerotic-subtexts If they like XOXO TAKE CARE AND STAY SAFE
My Pony is bored too in his Home Office
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The Black Elvis?
Michael Lydon, The New York Times, 25 February 1968
SAN FRANCISCO —“Will he burn it tonight?” asked a neat blonde of her boyfriend, squashed in beside her on the packed floor of the Fillmore auditorium. "He did at Monterey,” the boy friend said, recalling the Pop Festival at which the guitarist, in a moment of elation, actually put a match to his guitar. The blonde and her boy friend went on watching the stage, crammed with huge silver-fronted Fender amps, a double drum set, and whispering stage hands. Mitch Mitchell, the drummer, came on first, sat down, smiled, and adjusted his cymbals. Then came bassist Noel Redding, gold glasses glinting on his fair, delicate face, and plugged into his amp.
“There he is,” said the blonde, and yes, said the applause, there he was, Jimi Hendrix, a cigarette slouched in his mouth, dressed in tight black pants draped with a silver belt, and a pale rainbow shirt half hidden by a black leather vest.
“Dig this, baby,” he mumbled into the mike. His left hand swung high over his frizz-bouffant hair making a shadow on the exploding sun light-show, then down onto his guitar and the Jimi Hendrix Experience roared into “Red House.” It was the first night of the group's second American tour. During the first tour, last summer, they were almost unknown. But this time two LP’s and eight months of legend preceded them.
The crowds in San Francisco—their three nights here were the biggest in the Fillmore’s history—were drooling for Hendrix in the flesh. They got it: this time he didn't burn his guitar ("I was feeling mild”) but, with the careless, slovenly and blatantly erotic arrogance that is his trademark, he gave them what they wanted.
He played all the favorites, “Purple Haze,” “Foxy Lady,” “Let Me Stand Next to Your Fire” and "The Wind Cries Mary.” He played flicking his gleaming white Gibson between his legs and propelling it out of his groin with a nimble grind of his hips. Bending his head over the strings, he plucked them with his teeth as if eating them, occasionally pulling away to take deep breaths. Falling back and lying almost prone, he pumped the guitar neck as it stood high on his belly.
He made sound by swinging the guitar before him and just tapping the body. He played with no hands at all, letting his wah-wah pedal bend and break the noise into madly distorted melodic lines. And all at top volume, the bass and drums building a wall of black noise heard as much by pressure on the eyeballs as with the ears.
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The black Elvis? He is that in England. In America James Brown is, but only for Negroes; could Hendrix become that for American whites? The title, rich in potential imagery, is a mantle waiting to be bestowed. Within his wildness, Hendrix plays on the audience’s reaction to his sexual violence with an ironic and even gentle humor. The D.A.R. sensed what he is up to: they managed to block one appearance with the Monkees last summer, because he was “too erotic.” But if Jimi knows about his erotic appeal, he won’t admit it.
"Man, it's the music, that’s what comes first,” he said, taking a quick jerk of Johnny Walker Black in his motel room. “People who put down our performance, they’re people who can’t use their eyes and ears at the same time. They got a button on their shoulder blades that keeps only one working at a time. Look, man, we might play sometimes just standing there; sometimes we do the whole diabolical bit when we’re in the studio and there ain’t nobody to watch. It’s how we feel. How we feel and getting the music out, that’s all. As soon as people understand that, the better.”
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The Jimi Hendrix Experience, now doing a two-month tour (they will be at Hunter College on Saturday and at Stony Brook, L. I., on March 9), was formed in October, 1966, just weeks after Hendrix came to London from Greenwich Village encouraged by former Animal Chas Chandler. Mitchell, 21, came from Georgie Fame’s band, a top English rhythm and blues group, and 22-year-old Redding switched to bass from guitar, which he had played with several small-time bands. Their first job, after only a few weeks of rehearsal, was at the Paris Olympia on a bill with Johnny Hallyday.
Their first record, “Hey Joe,” got to number 4 on the English charts; a tour of England and steady dates in the in London clubs, plus a follow-up hit with “Purple Haze,” made them the hottest name around. Men’s hairdressers started featuring the “Experience style.” Paul McCartney got them invited to the Monterey Pop Festival and they were a smash hit.
But Jimi Hendrix, born James Marshall Hendrix 22 years ago in Seattle, Wash., goes a lot further back. Now hip rock’s enfant terrible, he quit high school for the paratroopers at 16 (“Anybody could be in the Army, T had to do it special, but man, was I bored”). Musically he came up the black route, learning guitar to Muddy Waters records on his back porch, playing in Negro clubs in Nashville, begging his way onto Harlem bandstands, and touring for two years, lost in the bands of rhythm and blues headliners: the Isley Brothers, Joey Dee, Little Richard, and King Curtis. He even played the Fillmore once, but that was backing Ike and Tina Turner and long before the Haight-Ashbury scene.
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“I always wanted more than that,” he said, “I had these dreams that something was gonna happen, seeing the numbers 1966 in my sleep, so I was just passing time till then. I wanted my own scene, making my music, not playing the same riffs.
“Like once with Little Richard, me and another guy got fancy shirts ’cause we were tired of wearing the uniform. Richard called a meeting. ‘I am Little Richard, I am Little Richard,’ he said.‘the King, the King of Rock and Rhythm. I am the only one allowed to be pretty. Take off those shirts.’ Man, it was all like that. Bad pay, lousy living, and getting burned.”
Early in 1966 he finally got to Greenwich Village, where he played at the Cafe Wha as Jimmy James with his own hastily formed group, the Blue Flame. It was his break and the bridge to today’s Hendrix. He started to write songs—he has written hundreds—and play what he calls “my rock-blues-funky-freak sound.”
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“Dylan really turned me on—not the words or his guitar, but as a way to get myself together. A cat like that can do it to you. Race, that was okay. In the Village people were more friendly than in Harlem where it’s all cold and mean. Your own people hurt you more. Anyway, I had always wanted a more open and integrated sound. Top-40 stuff is all out of gospel, so they try to get everybody up and clapping, shouting, ‘yeah, yeah.’ We don’t want to get everybody up. They should just sit there and dig it. And they must dig it, or we wouldn’t be here.”
A John Wayne movie played silently on the television in the stale and disordered room, and Hendrix started alternating slugs of scotch and Courvoisier. He stopped and turned to the window, looking out over San Francisco. “This lookslike Brussels, all built on hills. Beautiful. But no city I’ve ever seen is as pretty as Seattle, all that water and mountains. I couldn’t live there, but it was beautiful.”
Besides his music, Hendrix doesn’t do much. He wants to retire young and buy a lot of motels and real estate with his money. Sometimes he thinks of producing records or going to the Juilliard School of Music to learn theory and composition. In London he lives with his manager, but plans to buy a house in a mews; in his spare time he reads Isaac Asimov’s science fiction. His musical favorites, as he listed them, are Charlie Mingus, Roland Kirk, Bach, Muddy Waters, Bukka White, Albert Collins, Albert King, and Elmore James.
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“Where do you stop? There are, oh man, so many more, all good. Sound, and being good, that’s important. Like we’re trying to find out what we really dig. We got plans for a play-type scene with people moving on stage, but everything pertaining to the song and every song a story.
“We’ll keep moving. It gets tiring doing the same tiling, coming out and saying, ‘Now we’ll play this song,’ and ‘Now we’ll play that one.’ People take us strange ways, but I don’t care how they take us. Man, we’ll be moving. ’Cause man, in this life you gotta do what you want, you gotta let your mind and fancy flow, flow, flow free.”
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