patron saint of musicians

Guido Reni (1575-1642)
“St Cecelia” (1606)
Oil on canvas
Located in the Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California, United States

Saint Cecilia is the patron saint of musicians. It’s written that as the musicians played at her wedding she “sang in her heart to the Lord”. While the details of her story appear to be fictional, her existence and martyrdom are considered to be historical fact. She is said to have been beheaded with a sword. An early Roman Christian church, Santa Cecilia, was founded in the fourth century in the Trastevere section of Rome, supposedly on the site of the house where she had lived. A number of musical compositions are dedicated to her, and her feast day, November 22, became the occasion for concerts and musical festivals.

The 1967 Redlands bust was nothing but a huge benefit for the Stones general image and music career while it literally killed Marianne’s reputation as an artist and a woman that is no surprise and it will never be. Male musicians do drugs and alcohol they’re automatically patron saints of ultimate rock & roll survival guidance while female artists are punished and branded as scum of earth for the same exact mistakes.

Blind Men And Bleeding Hearts

For @redamancy-eunoia who gave me the prompt, “I thought it was a one-night-stand and now we’re married”. I hope you enjoy it! 😘

When Harvey had let himself think about this (and he had thought about it, it seemed pointless to deny it now), about what his and Mike’s first time together might be like, he had always imagined it would be hungry, desperate, spur of the moment. Ripping each other’s clothes off and devouring each other. Heated, sloppy kisses and rough, groping hands. There may have been a wall involved. Or a desk. He’d always rather liked the idea of having sex in the office. With Mike.

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Patti Smith, patron saint of the artists and musicians who deem themselves too old to do what they do - (she only started making music in her late twenties after being lost for direction & very poor for years - and look where she ended up!) - watercolours, ink & gold paint.