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Armie Hammer & Timothée Chalamet | call me by your name press tour (so far)

source: Sundance (x, x, x), Berlin (x, x)
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Melvins, The Honky! platen press edition (1997, 2016)

The Melvins are no stranger to limited edition releases. 35 of these were plattened pressed, signed, and numbered by King Buzzo with no two alike; and only sold through their Spring 2016 North American tour. Features the half-hour long “In The Freaktose The Bugs Are Dying”, which we played a much shortened version of it on our genesis / alpha broadcast and as a result of seeing them headline over Unsane at Webster Hall in 2012.

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Chicks On Speed & Peaches “We Don’t Play Guitars” German vinyl pressing (2003)

How I miss the days of reading Alternative Press when they covered a lot of artists I ended up discovering, acquiring, or to this day, still being a fan of. I can’t lie when I say that The Brotzmanns, Kaata, J.J. Paradise Players Club, April March, and other numerous artists helped continued the path I was on. To me, those artists are shiny medals I’ll always have with me because no one besides myself knew about them. I’ll be honest, without Alternative Press, I wouldn’t have purchased their records through some of the first online orders I made ever. Chicks On Speed and Peaches were two of them found through the publication, once a haven of the Wax Trax industrial era and all Jason Pettigrew for most of its run. Chicks On Speed were noted for being intelligent unconventional d.i.y. art students-turned-musicians. Peaches made it for her unforgettable opening lyrics for “Fuck The Pain Away” (2000). Put the two together and you have one of the best moments of the Zeroes: this holy union combining euro-techno, electronics, and rock for a truly memorable electroclash event, the way I see it. So good it made an entry into an personal Autumn mixtape.

anonymous asked:

You just made me smile so big with that dancing Tomlinshaw. Your are the BEST!!!!!

THANK YOU, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME MORE?? HA, YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD A CHOICE. 

Carries on from here and here

Nick manages a puzzled face. “What do you normally dance to?”

“Youtube,” Louis says, very seriously. He trips over his own foot and Nick has to catch him. “Gnomes,” he says, looking down at his feet. “Feet gnomes.”

“Feet gnomes,” Nick echoes, oddly endeared. 

“I miss my baby,” Louis says, still looking down at his feet. “Do you think he’s going to be king of the world? I’d like him to be king of the world.”

Nick wrinkles his nose up. “Can you be king of the world? Like, the whole world?”

“Right,” Louis says. “He’s better than that. King of the universe. King of the milky way.”

“Like the milky bar kid,” Nick says sagely. He nods. 

Louis narrows his eyes. “Where are your hands? I want to waltz. I dance every night. I have a baby. I’m a dancing king and he’s my dancing baby king.”

“Yes,” Nick says, since Louis appears to be getting progressively drunker and the alcohol is all the way over there, where Harry is passed out on the sofa, drooling into a pillow with Pig asleep on the back of his legs. Louis looks very fierce though, and Nick likes it when Louis looks fierce, but he likes it better when Louis smiles at him. He smiles when Nick puts his arms back around Louis’s neck, and Louis can settle his hands on Nick’s hips. 

There’s still no music. 

“I can’t sing,” Nick says, a little apologetically. It doesn’t normally stop him, but he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be singing, or why, or what the fuck they’re doing at half eleven on a Friday night, or why Louis and Harry decided to turn up on his doorstep with a bag full of takeaway and a bottle of tequila. 

Asking questions never ends up in a good place though. 

“I can,” Louis says, and he leans in and rests his cheek against Nick’s shoulder, which isn’t what’s supposed to be happening. “Nice,” he says finally. “Leaning.”

“Yes,” Nick says, and tries not to get an inappropriate raging erection. Luckily his level of intoxication helps with that, and the most he can seemingly achieve is a mild perked up interest. Which is nice for future, sober Nick and his ability to hold his head high. 

“Find me a song,” Louis says, still breathing a little drunkenly into Nick’s neck. “On the google.”

“On the google,” Nick repeats, since that’s the kind of thing a nanna says. Or his dad. 

“Shhhhh,” Louis says. “The room’s dancing.”

Hmmm, Nick thinks, fishing in his pocket for his phone. He searches youtube one handed for “songs to waltz to” and ends up with a mixtape video that he presses play on without even stopping to see what it includes. “Found one.”

“Good,” Louis says. “Let’s go outside.”

Nick’s garden is small, it’s March, and it’s dark. “No,” Nick says. “Let’s not.”

“Spoilsport,” Louis says. “Let’s stand like they stand on Strictly, then.”

Nick presses play on his Youtube video, dropping his phone down onto the back of the sofa, then holds one hand out. So does Louis, and then they’re lacing their fingers together, and Louis is resting his hand on Nick’s back, squaring his shoulders. 

See The Day by Girls Aloud is apparently a good song to waltz to. Dear God.

“Dance with me,” Louis says, and Nick has precisely no idea what he’s doing with his life, but his heart is pounding. “Nicholas.”

“Yes, love?” Nick says, a little distractedly. 

“You’re very pretty. For an idiot.”

Oh dear, Nick thinks, and feels his heart shift in his chest a little, irrevocable and permanent. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. 

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