intense-tour

Zayn opens up about conquering touring anxiety, prepping album No. 2 – and why he’s been living on a farm

There aren’t many places in New York, or anywhere else for that matter, that feel as cocooned from the ­outside world as the live room in Electric Lady’s Studio A. Designed to Jimi Hendrix’s ­specifications, the curvy space is stocked with shiny vintage gear, faded Persian rugs and a cosmic, wall-sized mural. On this Sunday night in September, a little after 9 p.m., the room’s sole occupant is a slight, ­strikingly handsome 24-year-old, whose unique ­combination of global fame and acute anxiety can make life outside of insulated creative oases like this one ­challenging, and who is currently kicked back on an overstuffed leather sofa, pulling ­meditatively from a joint and watching the smoke curl toward the sound-­deadened ceiling.

For the last nine months, Zayn Malik – who in his solo career goes by his first name – has lived in similar womblike rooms in New York, Los Angeles, London and even rural Pennsylvania (more on that later), ­crafting the follow-up to his debut solo LP, Mind of Mine, which bowed at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 last spring and spawned the Billboard Hot 100-topping ­single “Pillowtalk,” which has racked up over 750 million YouTube spins. That album, with its Frank Ocean-esque ­moodiness, bedroom vocals and, “Pillowtalk” aside, resistance to radio-friendly sonics, demarcated a clear line between Malik’s grown-up second act and his beyond-famous first one.

Seven years ago, Malik was plucked at age 17 from a small city in Northern England, teamed up with four other boys as One Direction and ­tornado-ed into the most intense global teen craze endured by a crew of British kids since Beatlemania. The ­experience left him unmoored – he abruptly quit the group in 2015 – and as a solo artist, he’s devoted to serving his own muse. In the 18 months since the release of his debut LP, he has deepened his ­relationship with his supermodel girlfriend, Gigi Hadid, started taking better care of his health, corralled collaborators ­including Taylor Swift and Sia, and determinedly honed his sound. For an artist so shaken by his time in One Direction that he has yet to launch a tour, the intensely private star has found a way to navigate, even thrive, in his highly public life. Or, as Malik himself puts it, “I don’t do things that I wouldn’t buy into. I try to explain that to people and hope that they understand – it doesn’t come from a place of being arrogant or above anything.”

It’s probably not intentional, but Malik seems dressed to match the room in an ­outfit you can easily picture Paul McCartney rocking in the early 1970s: a dark-red cable-knit sweater that looks both cozy and off-the-charts expensive, a subtly ­patterned button-down shirt, earth-toned, jean-cut pants and a pair of black Chelsea boots. His left hand is covered in a ­mandala-like tattoo; his right is adorned with a pair of red lips ­billowing smoke. His hair, which evidently grows quickly, has already returned to an ­appealing fuzz less than a week after he made headlines ­worldwide by ­shaving it bald. He’s in New York to take some meetings and work on the album, but the trip also lines up with New York Fashion Week, which means that he and Hadid get to be in the same place at the same time. The pair, says Malik, “pretty much live together,” whether it’s at his homes in Los Angeles and London or at her pad in New York. “It’s actually not that hard for us [to line up schedules],” he says. “It helps that she’s really organized. Thank God! Because I’m really not, so she helps organize my ­schedule around seeing her.” (Hadid is also one of a small group of people, including Malik’s parents, siblings and management team, who get to hear in-progress music. “She’s in the studio quite a lot,” he says cheerfully. “She likes to cook for me and stuff – when I’m here late, she’ll come down and bring me food. She’s cool.”)

The new album, says Malik, mines two main moods: one more rhythmic and pop, the other more downtempo. “The last album veered into a much more nighttime kind of thing,” says Peter Edge, chairman/CEO of Malik’s label, RCA. “This one is more of a mix than that.” The young star has been back in the studio with ­his first album’s main ­collaborator, Malay, well known for his work on Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange and Blonde. Veteran ­producers like Timbaland and Rob Cavallo have contributed, and Malik also has made a bunch of songs largely by ­himself. He has been toiling away at the disc for months, blowing past deadline after deadline; ­originally slated for a late-­September release, the album now won’t be out until the first quarter of 2018.

I got a preview of two tracks in late October. The first, which is built around Malik’s velvet vocals, a heartrending ­melody and spare, sonar-plink sonics builds – and improves – on his debut album’s sound. The other, all synths and ­effortless vocals, feels directly aimed at pop fans’ ­pleasure centers. “What impresses me about Zayn is the vision he has for his music,” says Timbaland. “How he looks at it, takes his time with it – just really thinks it out.”

Most recently, Malik has been ­collaborating with a musician that his management declines to name, saying only that he’s “unknown,” from Brazil and that Malik met him through friends. “I think I’m like 90 percent of the way there,” says Malik in September of the LP’s process. “But I’m still working on stuff and trying to decide what goes on the album and what comes off.”

Cavallo, who worked with Malik and a killer crew of session vets to grow a spare, downtempo demo into a Michael Jackson-inspired funk-rock tune, was most impressed by the young star’s calibrated ear. “He kind of reminds me of when I was in the studio with Fleetwood Mac,” says Cavallo. “His instinctive impulse to know what’s good or not good is like an ­incredibly precise laser beam. He knows which lyric to sing, he knows when the guitar part is good, he knows when the beat is right. It’s all right there at his fingertips.”

In person, Malik is polite, friendly and willing to answer ­questions. But he’s not exactly a chatterbox, and he’s more likely to reply ­cryptically than with a concrete ­anecdote. Even softball questions ­sometimes elicit strange responses, like when I brought up a recent Instagram post of his that ­compared two images of Game of Thrones’ Iron Throne – one as it’s depicted in the books, the other as it is in the show – along with the caption “Tru.” (The throne is apparently described in print as taller and spikier.) So he must be a huge fan of the show, right? “Ah, I’m not too into Game of Thrones,” he says, ­shrugging. “I just put that picture up because [it ­represents] the difference between a book and a movie. The ­overproduction of things is always hilarious.”

There is at least one HBO series that he genuinely loves. “I watched Girls – the whole thing,” he says. In fact, one of the stars of that show, Jemima Kirke, appears in the action-blockbuster-style video for the new album’s lead single, “Dusk Till Dawn,” which features guest vocals from Sia and is more full-bore pop than ­anything on Mind of Mine. Malik thought Kirke seemed cool and reached out to see if she’d be ­interested in playing his femme fatale co-star in the video, which was directed by Marc Webb, who helmed the 2012 Spider-Man reboot. In its first day, “Dusk Till Dawn” got over 10 million views on YouTube. Malik was enthused by the ­reception, in part because he wrote much of the song ­himself. (The video raises another ­question: Does he have any ­interest in ­acting? “I do, yeah,” he says. “It would have to be a good script and something that was a bit ­different, like an art movie. Something people wouldn’t expect.”) Malik’s a huge admirer of Sia, not only for her talent as a singer and hitmaker, but also for the way she has ­navigated the perils of celebrity and figured out how to perform live, ­on her own terms.

Malik ­himself has yet to tour – or even play a single major concert – since he left One Direction. During the last two years, he has canceled shows in London, Dubai and Japan, citing extreme anxiety. “The band was like being in the army for him,” notes his manager, Sarah Stennett, adding that the last few years have been a time for Malik to recalibrate. “You lose your sense of intuition and instinct about what you really need, and what’s right for you.”

In Zayn, an autobiography-slash-photo book he published in 2016, Malik made it clear that his time with 1D wasn’t just ­stressful – it was damaging to his mental health. He opened up about having ­developed an eating disorder triggered by the endless grind and total lack of ­anything resembling a normal life. “I’d just go for days – sometimes two or three days straight – without eating anything at all,” he wrote. “Food was something I could control, so I did.”

Today, he insists that he’s in a much better place. “I’m taking things at my own pace, eating well, not going too crazy,” he says with a wry little laugh. “Making sure we have dinnertime.” (He’s clearly not on a rabid health kick, though. At one point a member of his team delivers a pack of Marlboro Lights, and he spends several minutes trying to get one lit by holding it in his hand and toasting the end with a lighter.) One of the ways that Malik has achieved a more serene mind space has been by ­spending much of this ­summer and fall in the last place any fan would think to look for him – on a working farm in rural Pennsylvania, with a private studio nearby. “[The farm] is just out of the way and feels grounded,” he says. “There’s not a lot of things around. I do a lot of farm work.” Really? “Yeah, yeah, I take the horses out and feed the cows and that kind of stuff. It’s cool. I’ve always been ­interested in animals.”

The farm reminds him, he says, of the countryside around Bradford, England, the town between Leeds and Liverpool where he grew up. A rotating crew of friends, family and collaborators – including Hadid – join him in Pennsylvania and listen to music and offer opinions. Zayn’s father, Yaser Malik, a British-Pakistani hip-hop fan, gravitates toward lyrically ­sophisticated songs. “He likes the more meaningful ones,” says Malik. “He’ll be like, ‘Read more, do this, work on this lyric.’” His mom, Tricia Malik, who ­converted to Islam before she married Yaser, “likes anything that’s clubby and upbeat. She’s hilarious to me. All of what I call my proper ratchet songs, she loves.” He cracks a big grin and laughs.

Malik isn’t the only ­prominent Muslim star in music – rappers from Ice Cube to Q-Tip share the faith – but his religion was one of the clear ­markers of difference between him and his 1D bandmates. He has made a few ­tentative political gestures around his religion (including tweeting the hashtag #freepalestine in 2014) but generally avoids the topic of intolerance in the era of Donald Trump and Brexit. He’s ­cheerful when talking about his father’s family’s culture, though. Malik understands Urdu, although when he speaks the language, it’s a ­hodgepodge of Urdu and English and slang. He has never been to Pakistan but is ­interested in visiting someday. And he’s a fan of Pakistani food, music, poetry and movies. “My grandparents would always have that going on the TV,” he says. “So I’m pretty in the know.”

According to Malik, he no longer has any contact with former 1D bandmates Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan or Louis Tomlinson, all of whom have also released solo music in 2017. He says this without malice, and if he feels ­competitive with his old crew, he’s certainly not letting on. “Our relationships have definitely changed since we were in a band together, but I think that’s just life,” he says. “Everybody grows up; two of the guys have got kids now. But no, I don’t talk to any of them, really.”

It might help that he has edged out the others on the Hot 100, especially when you count “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever,” the No. 2 smash that he recorded for the Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack with Taylor Swift – another artist for whom he has major respect. He personally recruited Swift, who is tight with Hadid, for the track. “I worked with her because I felt like she was the right artist for the song,” says Malik. “And of course she’s also a massive artist, so that brings its benefits. I get to let her fans know that I’m doing this kind of music, and she lets her fans know she likes my kind of music – there’s no opposition, for real. Everybody can like everybody’s music.”

While nothing has been booked yet, Malik is planning on launching a major tour behind the new album. His anxiety around performing, he explains, wasn’t just a 1D hangover – some of it came from not ­having figured out how to do a solo show that felt natural, especially with only one album’s worth of material from which to draw. “Like, there were a lot of upbeat dance [songs on the album], and I don’t dance, so it would have required a lot of extra dancers and stuff going on, and I don’t necessarily want to do that.” (Fans hoping to hear Malik perform 1D hits, as they can on Styles’ recently launched tour, are likely to be disappointed.)

Part of the solution, it turns out, came from that session with Cavallo and ­seeing how one of his studio creations could take on new life with a great band. “It definitely helped identify in my own mind where I want to be as an entertainer,” says Malik. “For a long time I’ve struggled with, ‘Where is Zayn as a performer?’ I don’t want [my show] to be too eccentric or out there, because I’m not that kind of ­personality. I’m quite a reserved person, and I feel like [the vibe of that session] sort of fits me and what I want to do onstage.”

Near the end of our time together, I ­gently float an idea: “If there are any songs you’d feel comfortable playing for me,” I ­suggest, “I’d love to hear them.” Malik seems totally into it. “Yeah, of course, man,” he says emphatically. “Cool. I’ll play some stuff.” He gets up from the sofa and heads to the ­studio door. “I’m just going to get the songs off my manager.” I tell him I appreciate it. “No worries, bro,” he says, before he disappears through the door. And then, in probably the most Zayn-like move of the night, he never comes back.

VIA BILLBOARD

Mornings with Shawn
A/N: Imagine tonight possibly. But enjoy this quick bullet/blurb for the time being.
  • Always waking up first because work. But seeing Shawn next to you sleeping like an angel with his messy brown curly locks, and subtle snores. 
  • Trying your best to get out of bed without waking him up, because you know he needs the rest after an intensive tour. 
  • Only to have a sudden force wrap around your waist and pull you back into bed.
  • Now forever trapped between two muscular arms, back pressed against a hard chest, and a big head hiding in the crook of your neck. 
  • “Shawnnnnn, I have work.” you whine, struggling to get out of his hold. Even though you would stay if you could.
  • “No, you have to stay with meeee. Its been two month too long having you here like this.”
  • He’d only loosen his grip when you turn to face him, combing back all that fluff, placing your hand on the side of his, stroking his cheek. 
  • Because, hey you gotta sink in the fact that he’s actually here and not on your phone screen.
  • Him grasping that hand and placing gentle kisses on your knuckles. 
  • Now realizing that you are 15 minutes off schedule, and rushing to the bathroom to get ready. 
  • Shawn already downstairs making you breakfast cereal and milk, which he really cant mess up. 
  • Inhaling breakfast and grabbing your lunch and rushing to the door.
  • Only for Shawn to pull you back in his arms and give you a good luck kiss, have a great day kiss, be safe kiss, any reason to give you a kiss and delay your time.
  • “One more kiss.” he said, making this one last and worthwhile. “Okay, have a great day Y/N. I love you.” he said waving you goodbye counting the 7.5 hours till you’re back in his arms. 
phil's live stream 5.28.17

- had ihop pancakes
- perspective of dan’s bahamas story
- phil’s dad is an artist
- nasa kennedy centre haul
- broke nasa mug
- will have to share dan’s mug
- bath & bodyworks haul
- watched the movies “split” and “passengers”
- flew back to england without dan
- enjoyed miami
- cleaned computer with bath & body works bag
- went on airboat
- went back to where the squirrel attacked him
- some asmr
- paper boy laughed at phil in emoji pj pants
- getting “sweat head”
- phil proud of fortune telling banana prank on dan
- new collab video sometime next week (maybe wednesday)
- got intensive tour if launch pads at nasa and saw spaceship atlantis which martin loved
- superman flavoured ice cream
- hot weather in england
- excited for vidcon
- childhood bants with dan
- eurovision party “i forced my family to watch it” and “i didnt force dan to watch it, he loves it”
- riverdale opinions
- next liveshow on next sunday most likely
- “my schedule next month is weird”
- new dnp newsletter coming soon announcing winners for dnp plushie entries
- new vowture codes
- signed more box sets of dapgo and abinof for america dnp shop

01.

This is the first chapter to a short story I’m writing on Wattpad. I currently have four chapters written but whether I’m going to carry on, I don’t know yet. I started out being so hyped and confident with it (literally everything I write) but I lost it somewhere along the way. Please, please let me know if it’s something you’re down for!

Also, I’m going to post the hybrid Justin edit that I made at the end because it’s fooking CUTE.


It’s a cat!

It wasn’t a cat.

Close, but definitely not a cat. At least not all round.

It was the ears. And the tail. And the delicate features of his face, with the silkiness of his hair.

My first thought was it was some sort of Halloween costume. After all, it was October.

The boy slumped against the wall in the middle of the street. It was dark out. I’d be lying if I didn’t instantly assume he was drunk out of his mind.

He hissed as I approached him, I probably should have retreated at that point, but I didn’t - I got closer instead.

“Hi,” I spoke. “You alright?”

He sat curled up in himself against the wall, merely looking up at me with equal amounts of panic and hatred in his expression. He looked terrified.

“I’m- I’m not going to hurt you,” I said rather loudly. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Big, green eyes stared back at me. Even the darkness couldn’t consume the colour and the light within them.

“I’m Olivia,” I said, holding a hand to my chest.

He blinked at me.

I blinked back.

“Have you just come from a Halloween party? Do you need me to call you a taxi?”

The blank expression on his face made me wonder if he could comprehend what I was saying.

I sighed. “Do you need any help? I mean, I don’t know what your situation is, but someone slumped down in the middle of the street so late at night doesn’t sound like a good one.”

Eyes were shimmering suddenly. The boy blinked, and a tear fell down the smoothness of his cheek.

“W-what’s wrong?”

I moved closer, feeling it was safe to. He cowered away slightly, and a soft whimper escaped his pinks lips.

“It’s okay,” I reassured. “You can trust me. To be honest, that’s what someone who’s probably gonna do something untrustworthy would say,” I rambled, frowning because where was I going with it? “But, you can trust me. Scouts honour.”

I bit the inside of my cheek.

“J-Just-tin-”

“Pardon?”

“Just-in!”

Oh, sorry, should’ve let you finish. My bad.” I held my hands up in defence. “That’s a lovely name,” I said, and did I see a faint pink creeping up the boy’s cheeks? I couldn’t truly tell; the only source of light I had was the streetlight a few yards away. “So you can tell me your name, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

His bottom lip was taken between his teeth, and he gazed up at me.

“It’s cool if you don’t want to tell me, but I also wouldn’t mind if you find you want to, especially if there’s something I can do to help.”

I tried hard to avoid staring too much at the ears poking through his hair, despite how difficult I found it.

“J-Justin doesn’t have- have a home,” He squeaked, fumbling with the material of his t-shirt.

Don’t do it.

Don’t do it.

Don’t do it.

Clearly, he’s drunk out of his mind.

Just walk away.

All these thoughts ran through my mind. I heard them, but I didn’t necessarily listen.

I’ve been known to be reckless. I’ve been known to make my decisions on impulse. I’ve been known to make bad decisions.

“You- You don’t have anywhere to go? Really?”

“J-Justin would n-not be sitting h-here if he didn’t have anywhere to- to go.”

I moved past the fact that the boy was speaking in the third person. At least, I tried to.

“Would you.. like somewhere to crash? My place has a spare room going, you can stay there for the night.

It was a stupid thing to do.

Of course it was.

I didn’t even know the boy.

"Justin- Justin does not know..” he mumbled and my heart couldn’t help but ache at the adorable expression resting on his face.

“It’s not much but it’s warm, and cosy too,” I said. “And then you can tell me all about yourself.”

“W-Warm?”

“Mhm,” I nodded. “Toasty, if you like.”

“J-Justin likes toast!”

I chuckled. “Then you can have as much toast as you’d like.”

A grin broke out on the boy’s face all of a sudden, and it was clear he’d been swayed. He clambered to his feet and bounced up and down.

And that was when I saw it. Standing tall behind him was the bushiest tail I’d ever seen. He somehow put every cat I’d ever encountered to shame.

“O-okay, let’s, let’s go.”

The boy followed behind me, staying close to my body. A silence fell over us but I didn’t sense awkwardness.

I wanted to get home as soon as possible; not only was it freezing outside, but the boy was shivering violently behind me. I could hear chattering teeth.

“Winter’s on its way,” I laughed, turning to see the boy looking back at me.

“W-Winter,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around his body.

My apartment came into view, and I was quick to scramble through the doors of the building and head towards the elevator. I pressed the button with a bold ’3’ engraved on it.

I expected Justin to come and stand beside me, but instead, he stayed huddled behind. He sent the elevator doors a weary stare.

“W-what is that?” he whispered.

I couldn’t help but stare, bewildered, for several seconds.

“I-it’s an elevator,” I said. “You’ve never been in an elevator?”

“Justin has n-never seen an el-va-tor before.”

I frowned but didn’t press him about it.

“It saves us taking the stairs,” I said, hearing the elevator ding before the doors opened.

The boy gasped and his ears disappeared into the fluff of his hair.

His ears disappeared.

My mouth was left gaping. Justin didn’t notice but continued to glare at the elevator.

“We- Oh lord,” I muttered. “Let’s go.”

I took his arm as gently as I could and lead him inside. I could feel him trying to resist.

“Justin, it’s okay-”

“What- what does it do?” he shrieked.

“It just takes us up to the third floor, that’s where my apartment is.”

I eventually got the persistent boy into the elevator, although he clung to me tightly, especially when we came to an abrupt stop on the third floor.

Justin was eager to get out; his tail raised the second he did.


LOOK. 

HOW.

CUTE.

bubblamania  asked:

Hey could you do a drabble with 9 & 24, Vernon, fluff, and possibly could you incorporate my bubbly and giggly personality pretty pls?

9: “What do you think about kissing?” (Fronting)
24: “From now on, I’m going to call you mine” (Mansae)

Genre: FLUFFILY FLUFF FLUFF
Word Count: 967
Warnings: milD KISS SCENE

A/N: Hey!!!! I apologise if this isn’t fluffy enough for you!!! >< I’m still struggling in fluff writing :-( But im working hard to improve!!! Also, thank you so much for requesting! Hope you like this drabble~ 

// VERNON IS SO HANDSOME IN REAL LIFE I JUST WANT TO POINT THIS OUT //

Can we all also just scream about Vocal team yes thank you we admins all are ded i barely got myself to post this

- Scooped ✌️


It was 2am. The moon hung high up in the night sky, and the streets of Seoul were dark and quiet, a few occasional cars passing by. You were standing at a traffic light, waiting to cross over to him, who was, already, smiling ear to ear by just looking at you.

You wore a beaming smile and waved to him, and you found him returning it, like a small little boy who finally sees his parents again after school is over.

It was Hansol, or more familiar to the larger audience, it was Vernon, from Seventeen.

Hansol had a long, long month of work, travelling to many countries like Singapore, Taiwan and even the Philippines. Seventeen just finished their intensive Diamond Edge tour, and they were more than delighted to have a short break. Hansol was just as happy to be able to see you again.

You crossed over once the green man appeared on the traffic light, and you immediately jumped into his arms, clinging onto his neck, giving him a warm hug.

“I’ve missed you,” Hansol said, as he returned you the hug by wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Me too!” you said and looked up at him, “I missed you a lot too!”

“Look what I got for us,” Hansol said, as he held up a plastic bag.

Your eyes widened and you jumped for joy, “Yay it’s sushi! Thank you! You’re the best!”

You ruffled his hair playfully and started leading the way to the date’s destination - Han River.

Hansol has been planning this date for the longest time ever, he calculated the date to meet, the time, and even what to say and do. It was the day he wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend.


There were celebratory lights hung up everywhere during the New Year celebration held in a mutual friend’s apartment, and that was where you met Hansol. You weren’t dumb - you knew him. He was an Idol. Someone of a high status, being loved by millions of fans all around the world. You tried to keep calm and not freak out that you were speaking to a celebrity, but to your surprise, not only did you keep your cool, the both of you hit it off naturally and immediately as well, since speaking in English was a piece of cake for you two.

Hansol kept in contact with you even after the party and you were starstruck every single time he video called you - though not as Seventeen’s Vernon, but as a normal, teenage boy, Hansol.

His charms, his jokes, his looks, all gradually began to appeal to you.


As you put the last piece of the sushi into your mouth, you lied down on the soft grass, joining Hansol in his stargazing.

The vast night sky, speckled with the light of a hundred million stars, it was a breathtaking view, and you are glad that to be able to share this sight with Hansol.

“Hey…” Hansol said as he sat up.

“Hmm?” you answered, still mesmerised, and looking at the starry night sky.

But Hansol, on the other hand, were mesmerised by you. Your eyes twinkled in the dark, your smile brightening up his world, your personality - so happy, it was like as if you had no problems in life - he loved it so much, he loved that you didn’t let obstacles bring you down easily, and he knew, he was right in choosing you.

“I think you’re the most amazing girl on Earth,” he blurted out.

You turned your head and looked towards him, only to see him looking straight back at you, sincerity overflowing in his gaze. You tilted your head in confusion and sat back up, taking his hand. You could tell that Hansol was being very serious, he was tense, maybe even on the verge of tears.

“Hey silly… what’s up?” you asked in concern.

Hansol shuffled closer to you and gripped your hand tight.

“I like you. I like you so much,” Hansol said, and you felt your blood rise to your cheeks. 

Hansol’s… confessing?

“Since the day I met you, my life has been full of laughter and joy, I love that you are so bright, so optimistic, and so so so pretty,” Hansol said, looking down and playing with your hands, which were already intertwined with his.

You gave a sigh of relief, feeling really, really glad. You were happy about everything. You were glad that the feelings were mutual, you were glad that you had sushi for supper, you were extremely glad, that Hansol was with you there and then.

“Hansol,” you started, “What do you think about kissing?

Hansol looked up at you, startled by your straightforwardness, and you just smiled and blushed, questioning yourself as well on why you said that.

“I mean if you don’t want to, I can understand, I mean, I know it’s a little too fas-”

And within seconds, Hansol’s lips were on yours, heating up the cool autumn night. It was a kiss to remember; it was filled with happiness and the exhilarating affection the both of you had for each other. You felt all his emotions and feelings kept for the past year pour out as you moved along with his lips, and you were really grateful, to have met someone like him.

Hansol gave you one last peck, as he lifted one of his hands to cup your face. Hansol stared at you for a good minute or two, his eyes dodging from your forehead all the way to your chin.

“Your face can be my heat pack in the winter,” Hansol said jokingly, earning a playful punch from you.

“No but seriously, from now on, I’m going to call you mine.

Originally posted by chwesolie

TIMELINE: February 2012

Wow. Your eyes are not deceiving you. I actually finally got this timeline done almost 6 months after I posted January 2012. That’s in part to album promo, the holidays, etc., but also due, in large part, to the scope and length of this timeline. As I’ve progressed through 2011 and into 2012, there are much more articles, tweets, pictures and videos to wade through and make sense of. 

But I think this one will be worth it.

August 2011 was what I call “bulletproof weeks.” February 2012 had a similar feel. Harry had “broken up” with Caroline at the very end of January (the same day he flew to America to start his American career wow what a coincidence) and Louis and Eleanor were barely half-assing it. These 4 weeks are so important, as I believe they were the last weeks they had where they were able to publicly display the reality and nature of their relationship without a lot of negative consequences. 

And they did not hold back.

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Rhett’s hug was a soft and gentle completely encircle me with both arms embrace. Link’s hug was a squeeze and a patpatpat (pulled my hair, btw, ha).

They are both so very handsome face to face. It was strange seeing them that way… Looking up into their faces. That angle is just wow for both of them. Videos and photos do NOT capture it at all.

Rhett is gorgeous. Seriously, does he even know this to be a fact?!

Link especially is very thin in person. I’m 5'10 and weigh 140lbs… Link is 6’ and weighs 160! Think about that. Also, Link has an extremely smoldering masculinity in his face. I almost could not talk to him because this was not that silly little man-child Link from GMM. I can’t really describe what I mean. Maybe this was ‘Charles’ bahahaha!

They are so talented and genuine. They put their all into this show and it was wonderful!

I hope this isn’t taken as being shallow. Just wanted to prepare anyone who hasn’t met them yet.

* Warning* The Eye Contact Is Intense

i get that the 26 US tour dates are frustrating for people who live absolutely nowhere near any of the cities the tour will be at, but before complaining endlessly can we maybe consider that touring is exhausting, a lot of fucking hard work and incredibly time-consuming, and maybe taylor doesn’t want to have 99 US tour dates because she’s prioritizing her sanity and her health rather than subjecting herself to be physically, emotionally, and mentally drained from an intense touring schedule? she has made it clear with her break, her pulling out of any and all media interviews, and her being virtually nonexistent in public, that she is not the same taylor who had 99 fearless tour dates. being able to see your favorite musician on tour is a privilege, not a right, and i feel like people forget that.

also after the 1989 presale, additional tour dates were added because of the high demand so just because this is the ‘full list’ right now doesn’t mean dates will not be added. just a thought.

MY LIFE WITHOUT LIQUOR

Not everyone would have the same reasons to change their daily habits - and definitely quitting alcohol isn’t for everyone - but for me it has been one of the best decisions I have made in my life. 


Before touring around the world with Savages after the release of our first album ‘Silence Yourself’, drinking alcohol had never been a conscious problem in my life. In fact, to this day I can say I have never really been addicted to anything. I know I’m pretty lucky this way. People really struggle with addiction to a level I will never be able to experience. But I know dugs just ain’t for me, and I’ve known that since I was a teenager. My body was never strong enough to take it, and my mind was never really attracted to it genuinely - which I tend to view as a blessing, as I know I will never have to deal with the desperate sensations of emptiness due to the lack of it.
This said, touring got me into drinking everyday. That’s something I hadn’t planned and it was a daily habit that drove me into a bad place which I didn’t notice at first. 

At the time, I wasn’t able to go on stage without alcohol. It started with me drinking only a shot or two of vodka before walking on. Then I’d set myself rules like ‘drink only an hour before the show’. Then ‘ok two hours before the show but never after the show’. Then I started drinking full glasses of vodka and cranberry juice onstage whenever I was feeling thirsty. Later I switched to red Martini. I’d drink almost a bottle every show. That’s when I got ill and lost my voice.

I remember the last time I drunk alcohol. It was at the British Film Institute (BFI) in London more than two years ago. Savages were curating an evening around the legendary Australian guitarist Rowland S. Howard, screening the documentary about his life. This was quite a coincidence now I’m thinking about it. The documentary relates the story of Rowland’s musical genius and struggle with drugs until he sadly died much too early (liver cancer in 2009) after he just finished recording his masterpiece 'Pop Crimes’ with Mick Harvey, JP Shilo and my friend Jonnine Standish from the Australian band HTRK.
My mental and physical health was very weak at that point, due to the intensity of touring and my bad habit with alcohol. I was ill and my voice started breaking, sounding more and more like a broken kettle. I drunk red wine all that evening and went home quite early around midnight. I remember cursing everyone and everything on the ride home, and waking up with a terrible hangover and nausea. Andy, my tour manager at the time, showed up at 9am at my house to take me to the next show. I was still in bed, unable to move, unable to imagine myself physically doing it again, getting in the van and playing another show…

That’s when you desperately need someone who knows you very well. Luckily I had someone like that.
Johnny Hostile sat on the side of our bed. I looked at him and started to cry. I was feeling so miserable and helpless. My heart felt empty and my emotions numb. I wanted to go on tour and play the shows, but I just didn’t have the strength anymore, and I felt I was letting everybody down. I was ashamed of the state I was finding myself in at that moment - and letting anyone witness it was humiliating. He took my hand and said: “you’re gonna get ready, slowly, have a shower, eat something, Andy is going to wait for you. But as soon as you step out that door, you won’t drink another drop of alcohol". At that time, I had known Johnny as my partner for 9 years, and known him sober for 6, so this was coming from someone who was aware of what he was talking about.
Everyone can stop alcohol for various reasons, beyond the real damage done to your body and your mind, there’s a real stupidity surrounding alcohol consumption in certain cultures when you think about it. From numbing your access to first hand experience, to excusing idiotic acts (including encouraging the mass to mediocre sexual intercourse!), alcohol is too often used to excuse a lot of crap happening in the world. We drink because we want to forget, make space in our heads so we can chase away the annoying thoughts. For people who are constantly thinking about how to change the world and find ways to make things better, drinking alcohol quickly start not making much sense at all…
At that point I knew I couldn’t physically finish the tour if I didn’t change something. Johnny is a person who I’d always known for suggesting good solutions for me to be happier my life. I trusted him. His words were the only light of hope at that moment, so I took it.
I haven’t drunk since then, but most importantly I haven’t felt the desire to drink at all - and it’s been more than two years. That day I realised that drinking was not only putting my health in danger but it was putting my work in danger too, and that was the most important signal to me. Not being able to play a show is the worse thing that can happen when you’ve build all your life around music to achieve what you want to achieve.
 I guess it’s called a survival instinct, and mine was pretty strong when it came down to music.
Few months after that, Savages embarked into another three months of touring during which I was completely sober. Australia, Europe, South America… Never did I enjoy the life on the road so much. I wasn’t tired, my voice was at its best, my spirit was high. Surprisingly, I would go out a lot more after the shows, partying until 5am, waking up feeling tired but fine, no hangovers! 
Quitting alcohol has really been amazing for me. I would recommend it to anyone who feels trapped and needs a change - or anyone who (like me) has a weak resistance to drugs in general. Alcohol can be fun and I would never judge someone who wants to drink. But as much as it numbed my pain, alcohol also numbed my happiness. I feel so much freer now I know it’s only music that makes me loose myself onstage. Nothing and no one but myself is making me connect with the people in the room. I’m doing that! Me, the people and the music. Nothing more. I think there’s definitely some magic in that.

SHINee In Dallas
  • A room of nothing but Shawols
  • *tears up*
  • The opening VCR = NOSTALGIA TO THE MAX
  • SHINee hitting us with everything they had for Everybody
  • I wasn’t ready
  • Key twirling that arm like the fucking boss he is
  • JINKI RIPPING HIS LIMBS OFF TO LOOK LIKE A PROPELLER 
  • God bless dedication 
  • Shawols
  • The host 
  • The host’s sass
  • That girl that flew here from Tokyo omg
  • Honey, Korea is like, right next….. nvm
  • TAEMIN’S DAMN SCARF THAT LOOKED LIKE A CHOKER
  • The boys singing Hello
  • Key cutting Minho off to talk about Pokemon Go
  • Key not understanding Pokemon Go
  • Minho looking fine af 
  • Like…… BOY
  • That one male Shawol that screamed his love for Jonghyun
  • And Jonghyun recognized him from the Chicago meet
  • Taemin asking if we’ll support a future U.S. solo tour
  • *intense screaming from everyone*
  • Kibum’s F L A W L E S S English
  • CHARADES 
  • Onew’s weird elephant, horn noise that he wouldn’t stop doing
  • Onew being hella extra 
  • Shawols loving Onew
  • Key getting “movies” to act out and then getting last place
  • Jonghyun’s goldfish
  • Shawols
  • Taemin w/ black hair <3
  • That SHINee World video
  • The sea of baby blue lights
  • And pretty much every Shawol singing along to the songs in the vid
  • View fanchant
  • The love of Shawols
  • Replay
  • the vocalsT
  • Lucifer 
  • the most lit song of the night 
  • Jonghyun’s long ass note
  • Shawols screaming their lungs out
  • Key and Tae going so hard in the dance
  • SHERLOCK, FREAKING SHERLOCK
  • Sherlock choreo
  • Minho owning everything
  • “TONIGHT, SHINEE’S IN THA HOUSE”
  • The bts for the View mv
  • MINHO LOOKIN FOINE IN EVERY SHOT 
  • BIAS WRECKER TO THE MAX
  • Jonghyun being so flirty I want to jump off a cliff
  • the boys coming out before the video was done
  • everyone laughing at the boys
  • everyone crying because View starts
  • strong ass fanchants
  • Shawols <3333
  • Key looking so good in his outfit
  • Taemin being a reincarnated MJ
  • Taemin hitting those NOTES
  • Taemin slaying that song
  • Jonghyun’s “DOOOoooooWWWNnnnNN”
  • Onew being at the front 
  • Onew getting his life
  • SHINee saying goodbye
  • Shawols start singing Happy Birthday to Taemin
  • Tae being so. damn. surprised.
  • Key being confused and shady cuz
  • “Taemin, what day is it?” Not the 18th? Ok, then sit down.
  • Minho not wanting to leave the stage
  • SHINee loving us
  • Shawols loving SHINee

This was such a beautiful fanmeet/concert and nothing will compare to the night we all had. I feel so close to SHINee but I feel close to Shawols as well. Pure magic. 

2

There’s something about Kivin…

They’re not exactly breaking up, but Laneway Festival 2017 might be the last chance you get to see Tame Impala perform for quite some time.

The Australia/New Zealand festival series will be the last hurrah for the Perth-based indie superstars as they wrap up touring for their 2015 album Currents. The man behind the moniker, Kevin Parker, admits it could feel a little strange.

“I really don’t know how that’s going to feel because in the past, the album cycles haven’t really ended with a bang, or even ended decidedly. They just sort of peter out. But this time it really is a bookend,” he says.

“I’m glad it’s happening at Laneway. There will be tears and cheers, and emotions will be running high. I think it’ll be quite weird, but not without a sense of accomplishment.”

There’s a lot to feel proud of: not only finishing a monster world tour that’s taken up most of the last 12 months, but also making an accolade-grabbing album which turned Tame Impala into a global phenomenon.

Currents appeared near the top of many 2015 “best of the year” lists, won multiple ARIA Music Awards, a BRIT Award, a Grammy nomination, and to date has sold approximately 470,500 copies worldwide – which is a startling achievement for a psychedelic, alt-rock band.

Parker may still find himself stopped by security as he wanders around backstage at his own shows (as happened in London earlier this year), such is his unassuming nature, but there’s no doubt Currents made Tame Impala one of the hottest bands in the world.

Yet Parker is only just beginning to feel as though he can appreciate the songs that have been so successful.

“When you first finish an album, they [the songs] sound like anything but a song really – they sound like a combination of melodies and words and ideas and structures and chords. It’s hard to appreciate a song for what it is when you’re working on it. So a year later, it’s great to be able to come back to it and almost hear it like it’s someone else’s song, and I really enjoy that. I enjoy hearing them in a new context I hadn’t really considered at the time… like looking at old photos of yourself. It’s very enlightening.”

But just as he’s rediscovered an affection for his songs, and found some new perspective on them, Parker has decided to give Tame Impala a break. The decision might seem odd at first, but given the other opportunities that have come Parker’s way of late, it makes a lot of sense.

“This album was a real door-opener for me. It’s funny, but I kind of knew it would be, just because of the way I was making songs, the way I was producing it. I sort of sensed that it wouldn’t just be an album that came and went. I had a feeling that it would take me other places.”

Those other places have included the world of pop, as he delves into new producing and co-writing gigs. Rihanna covered the band’s track ‘New Person, Same Old Mistakes’ on her album Anti; Parker has been working with Lady Gaga on her just-released album Joanne; and his burgeoning friendship and collaborative relationship with British superstar producer Mark Ronson has been a key development too.

Parker and Ronson have been friends for a number of years, after discovering a mutual appreciation for each other’s music.

“Mark has definitely been a key dude in this whole new path for me. The first time I ever heard a song of his, I fell in love with it. That was ‘Bang Bang Bang’, and I had no idea who he was or anything – I was drunk, at someone’s house, and they were playing the song, and I immediately demanded that the song be played on repeat for the next three hours or something horrific. I was just like, ‘No, we’re not listening to anything else!’ I think I actually went and apologised the next day,” he laughs.

“But then we happened to be playing at the same festival, which I was excited about. We met backstage and he told me he was a fan of our last album, which was amazing. And the rest is history.”

Parker ended up working with Ronson on his 2015 album UpTown Special (which included the Bruno Mars collaboration ‘Uptown Funk’), adding a certain psychedelic flavour to tracks such as ‘Daffodils’. And it was Ronson who called Parker up to see if he’d be interested in working with Lady Gaga – it immediately piqued Parker’s curiosity because it was such unfamiliar territory.

“I had no idea, really, what she was like or what working with her would be like. It was a world of my imagination and wonder, and so when Mark asked, I just had about a million possibilities jump into my head,” he says.

“I think one of the first things he told me was that she was doing something really different to her earlier stuff, and she was keen to change things up. But I wasn’t sure if that was his way of trying to convince me or steer my mind away from the world of crazy electro-pop – I was totally cool with that anyway, I would’ve been up for that.”

Gaga’s first, head-turning single, ‘Perfect Illusion’, was the result of her collaboration with Parker, and revealed their mutual appreciation for Fleetwood Mac.

“She’d started to cultivate a few ideas about this character she was writing about, if you know what I mean, the essence of what she wanted to say. And I think the way Mark initially described it to me was, ‘Like Stevie Nicks but more S&M.’ So that made me even more intrigued,” Parker laughs.

“But I guess that turned me onto writing some quite Fleetwood Mac-style melodies – I’m not sure if you can immediately pick that in the song, but if you imagine Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks singing ‘Perfect Illusion’ at the same time, I think you can kind of imagine it as a Fleetwood Mac song – with a Gaga stamp, of course.”

It’s clear the experience has given Parker a hunger to do further producing and co-writing work. “In my head, I almost always hear other people singing my songs when I write them, anyway,” he explains.

Equally, it’s obvious that after six years of intensive Tame Impala touring and back-to-back albums, Parker simply wants a chance to take a breath, reflect, and see what crops up.

Which is what he’s been doing over the past month, back home in Perth. Cue getting his old band Mink Mussel Creek back together for a one-off festival appearance.

“That band was a big part of my musical growth, and we all have very fond memories of it. So when our friends who run this cool festival in the bush down south asked if we’d like to play, it just seemed like a fun idea to reunite – in a classic, clichéd ‘getting the band back together’ way,” he says.“It was only a one-off but it was great to revisit it, and it gave me really good perspective on where I’m at now. Not to get too deep on it, but I think subconsciously it made me realise, not exactly how far I’d come, that sounds weird, but I guess how much things have evolved.”

That walk down memory lane didn’t make Parker’s plans for 2017 any clearer, but no matter. He’s thrilled that his career has evolved to the point where having a particular plan isn’t strictly necessary.

“What comes next is still very much a blank canvas. But a blank canvas in a good way – I’ve got all the paint!

This article was first published in Paperboy, a free weekly magazine available from cafes and transport points across Auckland.

DECEMBER - Jimbour House - Jimbour AUSTRALIA

It has been the most insane year, full of amazing adventures and unforgettable memories. Looking back at photos, it’s hard to believe how much we actually did in 2013!!! It’s been the most intense year of touring with 5 laps of Europe, 3 around Australia, a sneaky trip to Japan, an epic 2 month road trip of North America, a crazy weekend in Mexico and very relaxing week off in Bali to finish the year. 

I’ve been staying at my parents house in Dalby on my own for a few days and I’ve been doing a lot of reminiscing. Yesterday I decided to go for a drive to some of the places I’d known as a child, I spent a lot of years growing up in Dalby and living on various farms around the town. This picture is of Jimbour House, it’s not far from one of the farms we lived on when I was younger. We went to school in Jimbour and had our swimming lessons in the pool at Jimbour House, sometimes had our school plays on the front steps and the occasional school fete in the grounds too. There is so much mystery and intrigue about this place which I hope will always exist. 

As a young boy, I would spend my time exploring the farms we lived on, being captivated by everything I came across, never wandering too much further than the end of the long, dirt driveway. Nothing has really changed, I still spend all my time exploring & wandering, being captivated by everything I come across, but now I guess the boundary lines don’t really exist. I hope you’re all celebrating in some special way to see in the new year! Here’s to an amazing year and an even better one ahead!! 

ps I just wrote down each place I visited this year, month by month - it’s a little overwhelming for this shy little ginger kid from Dalby..  

STOCKHOLM

BRIGHTON

BELFAST

DUBLIN

SOUTHAMPTON

BRISTOL

BIRMINGHAM

MANCHESTER

GLASGOW

EDINBURGH

NEWCASTLE

LEEDS

SHEFFIELD

NOTTINGHAM

BRIGHTON

CAMBRIDGE

BRIGHTON

LONDON 

PARIS

BRUSSELS

UTRECHT

AMSTERDAM

LÜCHOW

COPENHAGEN

LÜCHOW

HAMBURG

BERLIN

COLOGNE

MUNICH

ZURICH

LUXEMBOURG

BRUSSELS

STOCKHOLM

LONDON

BRIGHTON

DUBLIN

BELFAST

BRISTOL

LONDON

NOTTINGHAM

BIRMINGHAM 

AYR

GLASGOW

EDINBURGH

GRETNA

MANCHESTER

LINCOLN

SOUTHAMPTON

BRUSSELS

COLOGNE

MUNICH

HAMBURG

AMSTERDAM

BERLIN

COPENHAGEN

LONDON

SYDNEY

MELBOURNE

HOBART

ADELAIDE

PERTH 

BRISBANE

SYDNEY

BRISBANE

DALBY

GOLD COAST

SYDNEY

PERTH

ADELAIDE

HOBART

MELBOURNE

SYDNEY

CANBERRA

BRISBANE

GOLD COAST 

BRISBANE

TOOWOOMBA

DALBY

CURRAGUNDI

DALBY

BRISBANE

SYDNEY

TOKYO

OSAKA

MISHIMA

YOKOHAMA 

TOKYO

PARIS

LILLE

MALLORCA

MADRID

PARIS

HAMBURG

AARHUS

LANDGRAAF

NICKELSDORF

VIENNA

HOHENEMS

LAKE BODENSEE

NEUHAUSEN OB ECK

SCHEEßEL

HAMBURG

LONDON

BRIGHTON 

CORK

BRUSSELS

WERCHTER

LONDON

VANCOUVER

LOS ANGELES

SEATTLE

PORTLAND

SAN FRANCISCO

LOS ANGELES

SAN DIEGO

NEW YORK CITY

DENVER

MINNEAPOLIS

CLINTONVILLE 

GREEN BAY

MILWAUKEE

CHICAGO

CINCINNATI

COLUMBUS

CLEVELAND

BUFFALO

NIAGARA FALLS

COBOCONK

TORONTO

MONTREAL

BOSTON

WORCESTER

NEW YORK CITY

PHILADELPHIA

WASHINGTON DC

CHARLOTTE 

HOUSTON

MEXICO CITY 

NASHVILLE

ATLANTA

ORLANDO

LONDON

NUNEATON

NOTTINGHAM

EDINBURGH

GLASGOW

MANCHESTER

SOUTHAMPTON

BRISTOL

LONDON

PARIS

BRUSSELS

LUXEMBOURG

MUNICH

COLOGNE

COPENHAGEN

HAMBURG

UTRECHT

AMSTERDAM 

BRISTOL

DUBLIN

BELFAST

DUBLIN

NOTTINGHAM

MANCHESTER

GLASGOW

MAIDSTONE

SOUTHAMPTON

BRIGHTON

LONDON

BRIGHTON

LUXEMBOURG

AMSTERDAM

OSLO

STOCKHOLM 

COPENHAGEN

HAMBURG

COLOGNE

FRANKFURT

LONDON

BERLIN

MUNICH

LONDON

VIENNA

ZURICH

PARIS

BRUSSELS

BARCELONA

BILBAO

PARIS

ZURICH

BANGKOK

BRISBANE

WELLINGTON

AUCKLAND 

ADELAIDE

MELBOURNE

BRISBANE

SYDNEY

PERTH

BALI

PERTH

BRISBANE

DALBY