guitar of the week

I know for a fact that there are people out there like

i hAtE tAyLOr SwIFt oMg

But then go home after a break up like

*sobbing and hugging the debut album*

HE’S THE REASON FOR THE TEARDOPS ON MY GUITAR

And I bet you they’re part of the million in a week!

Seriously though I’m sick of people thinking it’s cool to hate on Taylor..I mean, we all know you listen to her songs so stfu and just own it!!

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Chats don’t always land on their feet.

Guitar Villain / Guitar Vilain


Bonus:

Like a true friend, Ladybug is torn between mild concern and laughter.


Edit: Tagline changed from “cats” to “Chats” per awesome suggestion of @dreamsofria

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I lost my best friend today. I haven’t stopped crying. I collapsed to the floor at work when I heard the news. There’s so much I want to say but I’m currently very, very broken and distraught. Breathing is hard. Tears are streaming down my face that I can’t control. I got sent home from work early and passed out when I got home. I hoped that when I would wake up that it would all have been a nightmare, but here we are. I was supposed to be fulfilling my #1 item on my bucket list in ten days: meet linkin park. The first time I saw them was August 27th 2007 and it changed my life, actually. I was finally going to be able to tell them how I would not be here today if it weren’t for them. And that’s no exaggeration. They were/they are my everything. My favorite band since I was 8 years old. Chester has been my hero since I was 8 goddamn years old. My first tattoo was dedicated to them, lyrics that are from a song Chester wrote to his kids. I took guitar lessons as a kid for only a week or two, just so I could learn the chords to “Faint” and feel cool for a minute of my shy, dorky life. LP was one of the only music I was even allowed to listen to during a very critical and traumatizing time of my life. I spent roughly a thousand dollars to go see them twice and meet them within the coming weeks, and tbh, no amount of money coming back to me now will ever makeup for it. It’s not just a band, it’s not just music, they’ve been my lifeline. And Chester was the brother I never had, my mentor, he was my best friend. I can’t explain how deeply this is affecting me and I can’t imagine how it’s affecting his family and loved ones. The one thing I am happy about in this moment is that the very last time I saw Chester in person, it was August 16th, 2014. During the last song he came down and shook fans hands, took photos with everyone in the front row, etc. when he got to me I was sobbing and he gave me the biggest hug, and I didn’t know what to do, so I right in his ear I said “thank you for everything.” He put his hand on the back of my head into his shoulder and said “no, thank you.” He smiled at me, and walked off. (Picture above is moments before that happened) I may not have officially met him, and can’t believe that I never will in this life, but deep in my heart I’ll have comfort telling myself that he knows. How important he was/is to me and everyone who listened to LP, his family, friends, everyone. I don’t know how to handle this tbh and thank you to everyone who has reached out and thought of me, that means a lot. I don’t even know if any of this makes sense. All I know is, I miss you Chester. And I’ll be thinking of you every single day until I see you on the other side.

“When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind.”

jedirangerpenguin  asked:

Inquisition companions react to the Inquisitor walking around Skyhold, strumming a guitar and shrieking?

Cullen:

Leliana:

Blackwall:

Solas:

Vivienne:

Cole:

Sera:

Dorian:

Cassandra:

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Josephine:

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Iron Bull:

Varric:

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Northern Downpour (Cover)
Panic! at the Disco
Northern Downpour (Cover)

this is my attempt at covering one of Panic’s most beloved and, i believe, most emotional song. I’ll never be able to make this perfect either because, well, I don’t have bren’s voice. but ya know. i did my best. hope you enjoy!!


past covers || request a song!!

(you can always send me an ask/message if there are any of my covers you want to download!!) 

Walking in the Wind is a bonus song on Made in the A.M. It doesn’t fit easily into the One Direction canon; it’s not swaggering or fit for a stadium. There are no rivals, no romantic interests, no ships. This is One Direction doing Paul Simon. This is One Direction sitting back, taking a breath, settling into a story.

From the opening, stepping guitar, Walking in the Wind is unhurried. A week ago you said to me, do you believe I’ll never be too far. The song is an exchange between one who’s lost someone, and the one who’s been lost. The fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye, means we’ve already won. The latter remembers their time together, and the former insists: it isn’t over, you’ll find me, there’s still more to come. We had some good times, didn’t we? We had some good tricks up our sleeve. The one who lost sings. And the other responds: But it’s not the end. I’ll see your face again.

Walking in the Wind isn’t a sharp song. It’s imprecise. But it points at a singer trying to interrogate the loss, trying to understand the promise and the inevitable breaking of that promise. The song examines, rather than argue. It doesn’t defend against the present or future absence. There is no armor, no mechanism. Simply truth. The song looks back on what once existed, and recognizes it as a faded medium: a Polaroid.

But that’s okay! The song insists. It’s catchy and chill. The melody picks up and sweeps forward. They sing, insistently: You will find me, in places that we’ve never been. For all that the song is about, the music is upbeat and optimistic. It’s okay, it will be okay. We’re sure of it.

Harry Styles, a co-writer on Walking in the Wind, said of another song he wrote, Olivia, that “it doesn’t have to be so literal.” Olivia doesn’t have to be a person, he insisted. It could be a place. “Sometimes I think it’s cool to take an emotion and personify it.”

I think the same thought applies to Walking in the Wind.

The song is about loss, yes, but not necessarily one loss, one absence. As adults, we become inured to small deaths. The numbers we lose, the friendships that fall away, the moments we forget. All small, nearly imperceptible endings in our daily lives. So many, that soon we stop counting. We’re taught that every door closing will open another, and we whisper this to ourselves, enough so that we forget to notice if another door does open, or if the first door simply stays closed.

We come to understand these endings by containing them within a story. We accept a break up because a best friend says, “Sometimes, relationships take so many parts of you, that by the end, you’re left with nothing,” and you decide to think about the break up as you would a survival story, rather than the more pedestrian “we stopped liking each other.” A move becomes a step forward, rather than a step away; a fight becomes a miscommunication.

Walking in the Wind is trying to decide which story to tell. The one of the absence, or the one of the future reconciliation. This song is about loss. But it’s also about the stories we tell about those losses, and the ways we claim them.

Yesterday I went out to celebrate the birthday of a friend. But as we raised our glasses up to make a toast, I realized you were missing.

Stories rename themselves as we go. Their edges shift. Their definitions change. The way we experience them in the moment is different from the way we experience them in retrospect, and this is what Walking in the Wind hinges on. It’s optimistic, still, in that moment of reckoning. The song insists: you will find me. What has happened, has happened. But more is to come.

This isn’t a song about mourning. It’s about the story that comes from the mess. It’s not an ending, or even a punctuation mark. It’s a semi-colon. Unresolved.  

We may not know if it’s okay. We may not know for awhile.

We had some good times, didn’t we? We wore our hearts out on our sleeve.

We don’t have to understand.

Goodbyes are bittersweet. But it’s not the end.

Not yet.

I’ll see your face again.

-Kelsey Ford is a writer living in Los Angeles.

✨✨Today’s practice! That magical moment when Chanyeol starts playing the guitar✨✨ I can’t believe that I saw them a week ago!!! 😭😭 but I forgot to tell you, oppa notice at @ellirokz and me!! Chanyeol wave at us in the concert! 100% real, no fake! Hahaha, you can imagine how excited we were!!! 😆💖💖💖

Joan Crawford borrowed BFF Barbara Stanwyck’s hair and made a western with Nicholas Ray and Sterling Hayden, Not surpsingly, it came out very noir…

JOHNNY GUITAR (1954): Two noir icons, Joan Crawford and Sterling Hayden, play ex-lovers Vienna and Johnny brought together by chance in the gambling join owned by Vienna. The local townsfolk, led by Emma Small (played with hysterical glee by Mercedes McCambridge), are trying to force Vienna out of business and out of town. Violence ensues. Dir. Nicholas Ray

Pedro Almodóvar does a wonderful tribute to JOHNNY GUITAR in his film WOMEN ON THE VERGE OF A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN.

Joan Crawford and Nicholas Ray on and off the set of JOHNNY GUITAR.