CAPTAIN AMERICA IRC FUNDRAISER: Steve Rogers's bloody-mindedness (in the Br Eng sense of the word).
I had to google bloody-minded just to make sure I wasn’t mistaking the sense of the word! I didn’t know there was more than one definition, but I’m going with “stubborn and intractable” :D Hope that’s the one you meant.
The SSR high command, which still technically had command over Captain Steve Rogers, was composed of Allied officers – mostly British and US, with a few Canadians. At the moment, all of them were mad at Steve Rogers.
“Be reasonable, Captain,” one of them said, and Steve, impressive in his Cap uniform, crossed his arms, leather creaking.
“I don’t see how I’m the unreasonable one here,” he said. “If they’re good enough to serve in this man’s army they’re good enough to serve in an integrated unit. I need them. All of them.”
“Surely you can find more…appropriate candidates with similar skills,” one of the officers wheedled.
“Nope,” Steve said shortly.
“Captain, must you be so bloody-minded?”
Steve tilted his head. “Ain’t that mostly what war’s about?”
“We can’t integrate your unit,” an American general said. “You can’t lead the only integrated unit in the Army. Bad for morale.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to integrate the entire Army,” Steve said. The naked looks of horror on their faces almost made him smile, if it weren’t so sad. “Gentlemen, I’m a war hero now and you need me. More’n I need you. You can’t jail me, you can’t send me off quietly, and if you try to put me back on bond sales I’ll go AWOL.”
“Again,” Peggy put in, from just behind and to the left of him.
“Again,” Steve agreed. “And I’ll take your best men with me. Including the ones you won’t put in with the white men. So you give me my integrated unit or you lose Captain America. And if you lose me, I’ll make it a personal mission to see that you integrate the entire Army before this war is through. Up to you.”
There was grumbling, but Steve just stood there, arms crossed, radiating gentle defiance.
“We’ll consider your petition,” one of them finally said.
“That’s yes,” Steve replied.
“It’s not – “
“Yes it is. Give me a yes now or I’ll consider it a no.”
More grumbling, but finally one of them nodded. Steve shoved an approval letter at him, and he groaned and signed it.
Outside, in the hallway, Peggy nearly had to run to keep up with him.
“Must you be so bloody-minded,” she mimicked, laughing. Steve grinned at her.
“Before I met you, Carter, I didn’t even know what bloody-minded meant.”
“Then I suppose you learned from the best,” she pointed out.
“Which they will discover when I make them integrate the entire Army in a couple’a months anyway,” Steve said, as he went to tell the Commandos they’d been cleared for combat.
Lana, who is of Scottish descent, said she wrote her first song at 11 years old. “It was called ‘China Palace.’ It was about being a princess.”
She always hoped she had talent, said Lana, who was raised a Catholic. “I was the cantor in my church choir. I was an angel in Christmas pageants. I just really liked to sing. Even at a young age, I really wanted to have a career. I didn’t know if I could. That frustration was part of what led me down that path. I do have inspirational people in my life—people I met along the way who aren’t really well-known.”
She made special mention of one such individual. “She’s a real estate agent. I met her seven years ago in New York and I loved her. I really wanted to be a singer. I would say, ‘I don’t know what’s going to happen.’ She’d say, ‘God didn’t save you from drowning just to beat you up on the shore. All you really need is patience when you have persistence.’
“I knew I wanted to do something creative. I didn’t think I’d have the luxury of doing something like that, because I didn’t know anyone who had pursued anything they really adored, but I had dreams for singing or writing. I wasn’t sure how to do it.”
“I sing in an dreamy way, like in a conversation with God, with something that’s superior to me.”
“I wanted to be part of a high-class scene of musicians. It was half-inspired because I didn’t have many friends, and I was hoping that I would meet people and fall in love and start a community around me, the way they used to do in the ‘60s.”
“It’s not actually a good trade-off, but it is nice to sell records. […] I think when you have sort of lived the life that I have, you would definitely take a loyal, smaller fanbase over a controversial and bumpy ride. Just because I have kind of lived a pretty quiet life for the last 10 years, done the same thing every day, kept my routine to sort of writing, editing videos, and doing other work that I do on the side. It definitely is an interesting experience to sell a lot of records, but not at the cost of having people question your authenticity when that’s something that means a lot to you as just a writer, which is what I considered myself to be.”
“I still feel insecure musically because I’m still looking for my tribe. When I came here to Brooklyn 9 years ago I had this romantic aspiration to find an artistic community where I could fit in. It’s the relationship I have with other artists that make me a true musicians, not the amount of albums I sell.”
“I’m close to the vision I’ve always had, which is just being lucky enough to have time to turn my life into a work of art. To sculpt my life into the way I want it to look from the people I know to the music I make to the art I want to keep trying to do, and time with my family. I feel in line with the vision I have.”
“I was in more of a sardonic mood,” she says of writingMoney Power Glory. “Like, if all that I was actually going to be allowed to have by the media was money, loads of money, then fuck it … What I actually wanted was something quiet and simple: a writer’s community and respect.” She talks about that frequently: craving a peaceful life in an artistic community, away from the glare of a media that “always puts an adjective in front of my name, and never a good one.”
“I didn’t monitor myself on Ultraviolence because, with how tumultuous my trajectory has been, I felt even more of a need to be candid. You have to select things within your own body of work for a record if you want a concept record - which they all are, in my mind. For instance, for Ultraviolence, I really felt the need to get back to my roots and back to something that felt a little more feral and wild.”
“If you don’t want the problems that come with being in the spotlight the best thing you can do is try and take yourself out of the spotlight when you’re not on stage. I think my two big goals with work are to make great records, and stay out of the press for the wrong reasons.”
“Some days are better than others. Before all this, I was very happy. I was very involved in my community, I had people around, I could see my family often … In the evening I wrote songs and had fun. And now … There are all those people out there! [She says, referring to photographers, makeup artists, stylists, assistants and staff involved in recording the session]. I do not enjoy much of some things as before.”
“I have no discipline, no technique, I’ve never took any lessons. I just like to play with my voice, from the highest to the lowest pitch. When I listen to myself, the authority of my voice amazes me. It seems naïve to say that, but I love my songs, they move me to tears… When I find myself alone in the studio facing the microphone, I’m so free, capable of anything… I feel safer than anywhere else in these little “boxes” that are my songs. In life, I’m not good at many things: my only talent is to sing. In a song, I know how to express exactly what I feel, even more than in a conversation.”
“In my heart of hearts, I really wanted to be creative. I was really looking for direction and validation, for someone to say it doesn’t have to be business; you could do something where your entire life will end up being an extension of your profession.”
“I’ve been sad for different reasons. I have my own personal reasons. I was disappointed when I was criticized early on for those records that I was attached to because I considered myself a writer. Maybe the way I looked got in the way. That was disappointing for a few years.”
“Personally i use two parameters. First, find a musical community to belong with. Second, know that the community respects me and my job. Unfortunately i have to say that musically i don’t find my “tribe” yet, find somebody to love and share a sense of comradeship. Maybe it’s a romantic inspiration but i think about Bob Dylan when in the 60s he arrived in the Greenwich Village and he found his group of folk music. I’ve tried that too when nine years ago i arrived in Brooklyn but i have to please me of a different version, more simple. I hoped to find people that want to base their life on art. Maybe i found those people in London where i lived for 4 years. And now for 7 months i live in Los Angeles, that’s my escape.”
“No. Lana Del Rey is exactly who she’s supposed to be: Free enough to be her own person, and that’s exactly who I am. I’m not like a persona. I’m not a caricature of myself. It’s not like I planned on erasing my history. I’ve been a pioneer of the Internet myself since a decade ago. I was just trying to create something sonically that I could aspire to. First of all, no one was even listening to me for ages, so I did whatever I wanted. I had no fans, the same bands I’ve talked to for five years, and all of a sudden, everything changed, and they were like, “You used to be like…” The point is, I know what I like and what to write about thematically and I have integrity in my musical choices and I’ve stuck to that and I think it’s a nice gift for me because I have stuck to my guns about what I want to hear sonically. Well, it’s not a persona. It’s a different name. I’ve always thought that the way you’re kind of born into a name, a geographic location, a family makes it hard to choose for yourself who you want to be. By having a different name I felt more free to be exactly who I am. People seem to think sometimes that I am somebody on stage and then you get off and you’re another person, but I have a more alternative way of thinking. It’s not like I’m torn between two personalities. There’s no distinction. Not even a little bit. I wanted a name that sounded as beautiful as the music.”
“My secret is how much I love to sing. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be able to do my favorite thing every day. It can get tiring trying to build a cohesive world if a lot of people looking in on it don’t really see how it all fits together—but with me, it usually works out in the end. For me, it’s never been about sales; it’s about the vibe, and everyone I work with on the records gets that.”
“I went from having no real fan base or interest to having a lot of really skewed interest and criticism. But for the majority of eight years before that in New York, I sang to the same people in the same bars and had a pretty comfortable experience doing that. That’s not really possible for me anymore, because bloggers are really influential and people are really influenced by reviews and five star critics. And those people are really influenced by images, and what they see quickly. Also, a lot of what’s been written about me is not true: of my family history or my choices or my interests.”
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Since their date, Ashley and
Patrick had begun talking more and more with one another outside of work. They
would constantly send each other text messages, talk on the phone – she felt
like it was a beginning of a great relationship. Though, Ashley knew that once
they were back at the Firehouse, they would have to act normally and unlike how
they were during their first date.
At the start of her shift,
Ashley had already begun cooking breakfast for the rest of the men. She was
dressed in her navy pants, boots, and a fitted FDNY t-shirt that was tucked in.
Her hair was neatly tied in a pony tail and she looked up every time someone
entered the main room.
Larry walked to the coffee
machine, pouring himself a cup of coffee as he watched Ashley cook.