Rock n’ Roll, the
musical style and movement that birthed modern music. Born in the USA
in the early 1950s with roots in African Music, Blues and Gospel, and
destined to forever change the way we listen to music. Rock n Roll
arrived like a storm changing everything on its path, the music of
youth and rebellion, with icons like Chuck Berry, Elvis Presley and
Buddy Holly amongst others. It inspired an entire generation to
create their own music and to evolve the genre into endless
possibilities forever changing the way we create and listen to
music… But what about other countries? Ever wondered how has Rock
n’ Roll affected different places on earth?
beginnings, Rock n Roll has never been popular with authority, and in
Mexico it was no different. Rock n Roll has always been an expression
of freedom and rebellion which to the government was nothing more
than an all-out assault on tradition and morality, a violation of the
ideological foundations of a country that has always been highly
catholic with little to no separation between church and state. Rock
n Roll was an explosion of youth expression a very strong contrast
with the generations that came before that moment, and with it came
new fashion, miniskirts and tight jeans, colorful shirts and long
hair…it was definitely not something the government of Mexico was
prepared to allow and it soon begun to link this new movement to
immorality, depravity and even satanism.
Rock n Roll became
public enemy number one and since the government owned and controlled
all media, the president at the time Miguel Aleman Valdez and the
Regent Uruchurtu launched a nationwide campaign to eradicate this new
movement of Rock n Roll that was a danger to society. Places called
“Cafe Cantante” which were dedicated to playing Rock and Roll
became illegal and closed down. Most shops and restaurants adopted
policies that would not allow long hair or immoral clothes in their
premises…imagine the town of Footloose but as an entire country.
the next decade, Mexico was under authoritarian rule. Young people
were expected to submit and obey without question, any expression of
rebellion as small as it was could be seen as a threat to the state
and would be silenced, this included freedom of speech and any
dispute against the ruling powers. The
begun to forbid gatherings of young people justifying this act as a
threat to national security.
1971 during the boom of psychedelic rock in USA and England, Mexico
was still behind, with two decades of prohibition of Rock n Roll the
youth was restless. Two young impresarios decided to organize a car
race in the town of Avandaro and figured it would be a nice moment to
promote some healthy concert featuring Rock n Roll. Well the word
spread like fire through Mexico about this event. A nation thirsty
for Rock n Roll couldn’t care less about car races but they traveled
long and wide to attend this Rock festival that would later be known
as Mexican Woodstock. An estimate of 500,000 people showed up to the
festival…the music starts and people loose it. Decades of
oppression go up in smoke in a couple songs, people dance and have
the times of their lives…some sets into the concert and people
start chanting “tenemos el poder” (we’ve got the power) The
government was not cool with that.
the festival ended, the government took to the media again to
satanize the festival, all headlines read SEX, DRUGS, RIOTS, FRENZY,
WILDNESS! And from that moment the Rock prohibition comes back
stronger than the first time around. Radio and Television were
forbidden to broadcast the music, it became illegal to listen to Rock
n Roll or dress like a Rocker, police were allowed to detain, arrest
and eventually brutalize any “rockers” they found on the streets,
being a rocker was outlawed and you could go to jail…or worse. It
was a complete blackout for Rock n Roll in the entire country.
like anytime anything becomes illegal…it will find a way to thrive,
and in Mexico that came in the way of “Hoyos Fonqui” (Funky Holes)
Illegal places where people would gather to play and listen to Rock.
These places were often somebody’s garage or an abandoned house, some
construction site, a warehouse or literally any damn place where you
could hide from authority to get your music on. Unlawful places where
anyone could go and some even profited from this by selling beer in
plastic bags or any substance you could think of. Oftentimes even
bent cops would assist these concerts selling whatever they had
confiscated earlier or charging for the concert as if they owned the
place. Every once and then the real police would raid these places
arresting hundreds of people at once.
took 15 years for Rock n Roll to become accepted into Mexican
society. In 1986 a publicity campaign called “Rock en tu Idioma”
(Rock in your language) begun to promote Rock and Roll in Mexico for
the first time. A great number of Mexican rock bands begun to
surge…only thirty years after the rest of the world had lived
through this movement.
date there is a delay in modern musical styles in Mexico as several
stages and sub-genres of Rock never had the time to thrive in the
country where the music was prohibited for so long.
“Three cream, two sugar, please.” You told the barista looking up from your phone. You smiled slightly when your eyes returned to the screen. Lin was up and retweeting his favorite Tobillo photoshops. Checking your watch, you realized you were 30 minutes early to work and decided to enjoy your coffee at the cafe; sitting down at a rounded table.
You thought for a minute before setting to work, cropping a photo of Ariel with Tobi’s face before sending it in. Lin almost immediately quoted it, saying:
Bahahhaha this is why I love Y/N. Aren’t you late for work?
You instantly smiled, tweeting back:
@Lin_Miranda I’m early actually
He fired back:
@Y/N that’s a first ;)
You rolled your eyes. A moment later, you had a text from Lin.
i miss u :,(
pls don’t make me cry i’m in public
i’ll be home soon!!
you told eliza that too and then you went off and fucking killed urself
Lin laughed aloud, causing a few people in the sound room to look up to him. Blushing feverishly, he texted back.
true. but i guess that makes it a good thing that i modeled you after jefferson and not eliza. who else would be so…
You laughed at Lin’s teasing remarks. Still, you wished he were hear to tell you them in person. Biting back, you responded:
you’re so full of yourself
you would be full of me too if i were home
You immediately check over your shoulder to make sure no one saw that, cursing yourself as your stomach twisted and a blush flooded the back of your neck. You squeezed your legs together as you responded.
how many days till you’re home?
just over a month
so far to many
You sighed, picking up your coffee and heading to work. Long distance sucked. You missed him constantly. It’s not like you were mad at him for committing to Mary Poppins; the opposite, actually. You had never been so proud of your boyfriend, you just wished that your job allowed you to see him more.
Still, when he posted a picture of himself at the BAFTs, you couldn’t help it when you bought a plane ticket for the following Saturday to surprise him.
That night in Europe, Lin FaceTimed you off his Mac, instantly greeting you with a smile.
You couldn’t help but notice the bags under his eyes from working so hard. It was late, too: maybe 11. Lin usually didn’t stay up much later than nine, but he really wanted to see your face after work today. He was in bed, the computer on his lap, dressed in boxers and a blue tee.
You felt the tears well up in your eyes as you saw his face. The two of you talked every day, but you only FaceTimed once or twice a week as a result of your schedules.
“I miss you,” the two of you said at the same time. Lin threw his head back in a laugh, a giggle escaping your own lips as you poured yourself a glass of water.
“Tell me about your day,” Lin said.
You instantly fueled his request with stories of weird encounters at the hospital you worked at. Lin listened endearingly to each one. He told you about how much he was learning and how happy he was. Throughout it all, however, he never made it past five minutes without telling you how much he loved you.
As it two in the morning for him and eight for you, he yawned.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe. Get some rest,” you said. He went to argue but sighed when a yawn interrupted him.
“I love you,” he said.
You smiled, “I love you too.”
Across the ocean, Lin hung up the FaceTime and grinned to himself. He was beyond tired, but despite his mind’s need for sleep, he went onto Delta airlines and booked a flight to New York for next Saturday.
The weekend came sooner than you expected. Maybe it was your excitement to see him, but before you knew it, it was Friday evening and you were packing a bag and setting an alarm for five a.m.
Lin was doing the same in Britain, adding your favorite sweatshirt that he had forgotten to leave for you at home. He smiled to himself, thanking the front desk man as he left the building.
“I’ll be back on Wednesday,” Lin said, practically skipping to the cab outside.
You drove yourself to the airport, working your way through customs before settling down on the plane. This time tomorrow, you thought, you’ll be in his arms.
Lin boarded his plane, the grin never leaving his face. He was so close to being with you, he couldn’t wait. This time tomorrow, he thought, you’ll be in his arms.
You didn’t get as much sleep as you were hoping to one the jet, but you immediately felt rejuvenated at the thought of being with Lin in just over an hour.
Lin on the other hand, managed to sleep the entire way. He walked sleepily off the plane, slugging his backpack over his shoulders. JFK was huge, but he knew it like the back of his hand, weaving in and out of people to get through customs. Lin was was speed walking towards the parking lot where his Uber was waiting. He kept his hood up to avoid too much attention, grinning to himself when he saw the same model of your car.
That was your car. He double checked the license plate, confirming it was yours. What were you doing at the airport? Did you forget to tell him you were leaving the state? Even then, you always texted him before your flights. He checked his phone, making sure it wasn’t still on airplane mode. Nothing. Hoping you weren’t in the air, he called you.
In Europe, you had just walked into his apartment complex, waving to the bellman as you walked up the stairs.
“I’m surprising my boyfriend,” you explained. The man nodded, ushering you forward.
You felt your phone jolt. Lin.
Grinning, you answered the phone, “Hello?” You asked innocently.
“Where are you right now?” He asked suddenly. You almost laughed.
“Why don’t you open your door and find out,” you smirked, leaning up against the wall outside of his apartment.
“What? I’m not home,” he said.
Your brows furrowed, “It’s like, ten at night. Where are you?”
“Where are you?” He questioned.
“I’m, uh, outside your apartment,” you mumbled.
You heard him groan, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You frowned slightly before he continued, “I’m at JFK.”
“What?” You almost shouted, quickly lowering your voice to avoid waking up his neighbors.
“I was trying to surprise you.” He said lightly, making your heart ache.
“I was trying to surprise you too,” you smiled.
“I love you,” you both said in sync. Giggling, you asked what to do.
“I have to head home on Sunday, so if either of us fly home, we’ll barely get any time together,” you sighed.
You heard Lin huff, “But I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” you sighed.
“Okay, uh - go down to the front desk and I’ll call and tell them to give you a key to my room. You can stay there, and I guess I’ll just go to the house.” Lin reasoned.
You nodded, “Okay. Will you water the herb garden?” He chuckled before agreeing.
“I love you, thank you for being so perfect,” you said.
“I love you more. I’ll see you in a month, mi reina,” He said before hanging up.
He hit his head against the seat of the Uber he had gotten into, groaning.
Monday came quickly, Lin had given you a few restaurants to go to, a museum to visit, and even had you stop into his office to meet a few people. It was amazing, but didn’t make it any less lonely.
Lin took the day to himself, walking into your favorite cafe with a grin on his face. He spent most of it at home, just hanging out. The only thing that would’ve made it better was you.
On your flight home, you were honestly a little pissed. You were tired and hungry and a little unsatisfied, for lack of better words. Both of you had made these grand gestures, and neither of you were able to see each other. It wasn’t fair. Snuggled up in one of his sweaters you had stolen form his closet, you tried to sleep until you landed.
landed. thanks for a fun weekend :/ love u
You unlocked you car and climbed in, immediately jacking the heat. February in New York was not warm. Shivering slightly, you started your trek home. It wasn’t more than a 45 minute drive, but it felt shorter than usual.
Shutting the garage, you walked into your house, throwing your keys onto the counter. You glanced at your watch: 4:36. You weren’t particularly hungry, but got some popcorn to eat while you watched some TV before dinner.
You trudged into the living room, the bowl of popcorn in your arm as you checked your phone for texts from Lin; nothing. He was probably in the air -
You jumped, your popcorn falling to the floor and littering the carpet. Your head snapped up to see him. Lin. Sitting on the couch, criss cross applesauce.
“Oh my God,” you breathed.
Lin smiled as he stood up, “You didn’t actually think I’d let you go without seeing you, right?”
The tears in your eyes welled up and you thought your heart might explode it was beating so fast. You sprinted the last few steps across the living room, nearly collapsing on top of him. He caught you, burying his face in your neck, holding you in his arms.
“God, I miss you.” He sighed. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stop.
“I love you so much,” you laughed lightly, backing away just enough to see his face. One of his hands left your back to brush away a stray tear before bringing it back to hold you as tightly as he could.
He smiled as you took his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You could feel his grin against your mouth as you tanged your hands in his hair, tugging slightly when he nipped your bottom lip.
He pressed his forehead to yours, “I love you too, mi reina. I love you too.“
This happened a couple years ago but I just remembered while browsing craigslist.
My dad needed some new tires for his truck but being low on funds we
turned to craigslist for a used set. I found him what looked to be a
good deal only a few blocks from home at some guy’s shop which was more
or less just a detached garage next to his house. Dad went and got the
tires installed and less than a week later one of them had a huge bubble
form where the tread separated and became unusable. We called the guy
and he said tough luck, we should have inspected them better. I agree,
my dad should have looked them over better but I was still pissed that
the guy was selling garbage to unsuspecting customers.
I forget about it and a few months go by but now I am looking for
some used tires for my truck on craigslist. Nothing on craigslist annoys
me more than when people list their items for $1 just so it shows up
more often when people search by price. I start to see multiple listings
for the same tires. All listed one day apart, all for $1 and no other
mention of price in the ad itself. I begin flagging the multiple
listings when I notice the name is the same as the guy who sold the
tires to my dad months before (Tom) and my heart starts pounding with
excitement as a plan forms in my head.
A couple days later I drive to Tom’s shop and ask to see the tires
from the ad. He takes me out back and pulls them down from a rack so I
can inspect them. I spend about 10 minutes looking over every inch of
the tires then just stand there staring at them and thinking. My
original plan was to go inspect them and then after wasting his time
tell him I didn’t like them. The problem however, was that the tires
were in perfect condition. New plan. After a few more minutes of us
standing there in silence it comes to me.
Me: “The tires look great. I’ll take them!”
Tom: “Great, let’s go to my office and write up a receipt.”
Me: “No, it’s ok. I’ll just pay you here.”
I pull out my wallet and ask: “Is it $1 for all four or $1 for each tire?”
He looks at me annoyed as if he sees where this is going and explains
he can’t sell them for only $1. I pull out my phone and show him five,
yes five, separate listings for the exact same set of tires all listed
at $1 with his name and contact info underneath. He didn’t like that and
told me firmly to either stop wasting his time and pay him or leave, so
I left as he stacked the tires back on the rack.
In all I wasted about 20 minutes of his day and made him lift heavy
tires. He didn’t learn his lesson because today I found him doing the
same thing with his craigslist listings, so I flagged then all and it
Request: Imagine walking in on Happy torturing someone.
“She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of raaaaain.” Your voice sung along to the music as you drove through Main Street, all windows of the car down. The sun shone down and the air swirling around the car was warm. It was another brilliant day in Charming ad you couldn’t help but be in a good mood. Your boss had let you go home early and you couldn’t wait to get home, get changed and head back to the clubhouse, and back to your boyfriend. It still seemed strange- calling him your boyfriend. It had only been two months since you’d made it ‘official’, despite all the months before that were you’d spend all night with each other. But Happy Lowman wasn’t exactly the type to settle down, and it had taken him a while to make you his. It was still early days but you had a good feeling about where this relationship was heading, and who knew, maybe one day you’d be his old lady. Things with the club had been hard lately and you knew how stressed he had been, trying to balance his club life and his new life with you. You couldn’t wait to head over to the clubhouse and show him just how much you appreciated his efforts. You continued singing to the music as you drove, unable to shake your good mood. The last few weeks you’d been staying at Happys place. It was a small house, but big enough. You two hadn’t moved in together though, he was just helping you out after you’d had an argument with your flatmate. Plus, Happy spent most of his nights in the dorms at the clubhouse, or crashing at his mothers. So despite living in his house, he was barely there. You loved the small house, seeing all the little bits of Happy scattered around the rooms. He wasn’t much of a talker, and he was a hard person to get to know because of that. You loved finding little pieces of his childhood, an insight to who he was. Plus, his old photos scattered along the mantlepiece were pretty darned cute. The street was quiet as you pulled in and you turned your radio down slightly, not wanting to disturb the peace as you pulled into the drive way and hopped out of the car. You were still humming as you walked up the front steps and unlocked the door. With a swing of your hips you bumped the door closed behind you and continued walking to the kitchen. You dumped your bag by the floor and headed to the fridge to grab a beer. Usually you weren’t much of a drinker- during the day, at least. But today was an afternoon-beer kinda day, and there was no one around to judge you anyway. You took a long swig and placed the bottle on the counter before heading to the bathroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You walked out of the bathroom, towel draped around you and your skin still glistening and you headed back to the kitchen to finish the rest of your beer. You finished the bottle and grabbed another before heading to the bedroom to get changed. Fashion had never been a passion of yours. Sure, you liked to look nice but you weren’t bothered about the latest brands or the newest trends. Usually you wore jeans and a shirt- nothing too fancy. Yet today you felt different, and you knew you had a dress hanging somewhere in that wardrobe. You pulled the door of the wardrobe open and frowned as the door fell to the floor beside you. “Shit!” You crouched and looked at the door frame. The screws must of come loose on the hinges. It was an easy fix, and you knew Happy must have a screwdriver somewhere in the garage. You quickly rummaged through the hanging clothes and pulled out the white dress and pulled it on. It was a summery dress and it flowed around you as you walked back through the house. Your wet hair fell down your back and you ran your hand through it as you walked, shaking it out. The garage was seperate to the house and you headed to the door. You skipped down the front steps and headed to the garage. It was as you were walking along the side of the garage when you heard it. You stopped in your tracks and cocked your head towards the noise. What was that? It sounded like.. groaning. Muffled groaning. You went to take another step forward when you heard something drop from inside the garage. Your heart began to beat a little more rapidly and you gulped before you turned and silently headed back to the house. It was probably nothing, just a racoon or something. But being around the Sons had taught you to always be cautious. You walked silently back into the house and headed for the kitchen drawer. It was right where it had always been. You looked at the gun nervously, sitting at the back of the drawer, and with a shaky hand you lifted it. Of course you knew how to use it, but you had never been in a situation where you actually might have to use it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before lowering the gun to your side and walking calmly back through the house. You crept silently down the steps, your footsteps light, and you clutched the gun tightly in your hand as you walked back down the side of the garage. As you neared the door you could hear it again, the faint muffled groaning. You knew you should run. Run back inside and call Happy. But you didnt. You reached out gingerly and laid your hand on the door handle, closing your eyes once more. With another deep breath you opened your eyes and turned the handle, pushing the door open. You raised the gun and pointed it into the dark room, pointing right at the man standing in the centre of the garage. Only it wasn’t a stranger. It was Happy. It was Happy, standing in a blood splatter white singlet before a man, gagged and tied to a chair. Happy looked at you, his eyes wide and you dropped the gun to the side. The man in the chair groaned again, the gag over his mouth muffling the noise. His face was bloodied and you couldn’t help but notice the blood on Happys fists, and the angry, wild spark in his eyes. Neither of you spoke, you could only stare. You gulped and broke the eye contact, glancing around the room. You spotted a screwdriver on the bench and walked gingerly towards it. “I just needed this.” You said calmly, before walking out of the garage and closing the door behind you. Once outside you leaned against the garage, the cool wall pressing against your back. What the fuck?! Your heart was almost beating out of your chest and you took another deep breath before walking back into the house. With shaking hands you placed the gun back in the drawer and grabbed another beer out of the fridge. You sat at the kitchen table as your mind raced with a million thoughts as you stared at the bottle in your hands. You didn’t know what to think of what you just saw. You knew Happy did things for the club, bad things, and you were okay with it- mostly. But you didn’t expect to ever be confronted with his club business. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You were on your fourth beer when you heard his heavy footsteps walking up the front steps. Somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head but you could feel the his presence when he entered the room. He walked slowly to the table and pulled out a chair before sitting down opposite you. Silence hung heavily in the air and Happy reached out his hand and picked up the screwdriver sitting on the table. “I was going to fix the wardrobe.” You explained, breaking the silence. Finally you lifted your head and looked at him. His singlet was still splattered with blood but he had wiped his face. His eyes were dark and he looked at you intensely. “Whats wrong with the wardrobe?” Happy asked calmly. “The door fell off.” You answered. He raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly before placing the screwdriver back on the table. “(Y/n), I-“ “Its okay, Hap.” You interrupted. Happy sighed and stood, He walked around the table and stopped besides you, his strong arms reaching down to pull you up. You stood in front of him and smiled warmly. “The things I do for the club..I shouldn’t have done it here. Im sorry (y/n). I thought you’d be at work.” “I finished early.” You said with a shrug. Happy frowned and placed his hand on your cheek, lifting your head gently to meet your gaze. “Aren’t you scared?” Happy asked you, his voice gruff. You shook your head and smiled. “Just don’t do it inside, Hap. Bloods a bitch to get out of carpet.” Happy stared at you, shock and disbelief all over his face and you couldn’t help but laugh, which only seemed to startle him more. “Its okay, Happy. Honestly. I knew what I was getting into. Ive seen your tats, remember.” Happy nodded slowly and lowered his hands, placing them gently on your hips. “You wont have to see that again.” Happy told you. You nodded and reached up to kiss him softly. “Good. Now Ive got a door to fix. And you’ve got a half dead man in the garage to take care of.” You winked and pulled away from him, grabbing the screw driver off the table and you headed for the hallway. Happy grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him before crashing his lips down on yours. His lips moved with yours hungrily and you could taste the cigarettes on his tongue. Eventually he let you go and you smiled lovingly up at him before pecking his cheek and turning back towards the bedroom. “Y/n?” Happy called after you. You turned and glanced back at him, standing in his blood stained shirt. “You should wear a dress more often, little girl.”
Can you please do an in-depth description of the Sheith Fam House with screenshots and floorplan? Also, their villa in Japan cos you know that they would have one. Also, what cars would they own? Those rich ass bastards.
YOU ASKED. I WILL DELIVER. I’ve always said that Shiro and Keith’s house is big. Considering Shiro is one of the top neurosurgeons and Keith being a Best Selling Author, let’s say their annual income’s in the 7 digits each. So, their house kinda shows that too in a way.
What you see here is the back of the house because obviously, who even has a pool in front? LMAO I mean, maybe Shiro and Keith would but even they’re not that crazy. Also three floors because who needs two when clearly you can have three? This family can be frugal at times but there are times when they just don’t have any chill.
Let’s take a tour at the Shirogane Residence, so more under the cut.
Hi could you pretty please write a part two for the anniversary problem? I kinda wanna see her not give in because hello! It is their one year anniversary!! Like ignore him or something! Sorry haha, I just get very into the stories I read.
The Anniversary Solution
Days like this were always the ones you dreaded the most. It all started when you woke up 30 minutes after your alarm was supposed to have gone of, causing you to have to shove a bagel in your mouth after one gulp of coffee, drive and put on makeup at the same time only to make it to work with 22 seconds to spare.
And the day just got worse from there.
Your boss was on the warpath due to a system glitch that caused some kind of major outage overnight. Though you had nothing whatsoever to do with it, he was still grumbling and cursing and slamming his office door.
So it was gonna be a headphones kind of day. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had one of those. Had to have been at least a week ago when the girl a cubicle over had the flu and was coughing like a major organ was gonna exit her mouth. You pushed the ear buds into your ear and tapped play on Spotify.
Ugh, big mistake.
Niall’s voice filled your ears. His stupid fantastic new CD. His stupid beautiful ballad he’d written just for you. His stupid emotional words making you miss him so much more than you wanted to admit.