On this day in music history: June 6, 1989 - “In Step”, the fourth studio album by Stevie Ray Vaughan And Double Trouble is released. Produced by Double Trouble and Jim Gaines, it is recorded at Kiva Sudios in Memphis, TN, Sound Castle and Summa Studios in Los Angeles, CA from January 25 - March 13, 1989. The album is recorded shortly after Vaughan completes a successful stint in rehab regaining his sobriety after many years of alcohol and substance abuse. Fully focused and playing better than he had in years, Vaughan’s newly found sobriety, and the struggle to remain free of drugs and alcohol provides the inspiration for several of the albums’ songs including “Tightrope”, Wall Of Denial", and “Crossfire”. An artistic and commercial success upon its release, is his best selling album to date, also winning Vaughan a Grammy Award for Best Contemporary Blues Album in 1990. Sadly, it is the final album released by Stevie Ray Vaughan And Double Trouble before the guitarists death in August of 1990. In 1999, the album is reissued with four live bonus tracks and a short monologue by Vaughan talking about his struggles with substance abuse and becoming sober. It is also remastered and reissued as a hybrid SACD by Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab in 2011. The album is also reissued as a 200 gram vinyl LP by Analogue Productions in 2014. “In Step” peaks at number thirty three on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 2x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.
Can you please draw grillby in a tank top sleeping <3
I can do that.
(I could go into all sorts of talk on why I drew him red here, but I’ll spare you. It partly has to do with how our bodies regulate our temperature when you sleep [if the room’s cold it’ll drop basically, therefore red Grillbz] as well as the fact that he’s, well, fire.)
On this day in music history: June 13, 1983 - “Texas Flood”, the debut album by Stevie Ray Vaughan And Double Trouble is released. Produced by Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble, and Richard Mullen, it is recorded at the Down Town Studio in Los Angeles, CA from November 22 - 24, 1982. Recorded in just three days at musician Jackson Browne’s recording studio, he offers the band free use of his studio after seeing them play at the Montreux Jazz Festival in July of 1982. “Flood” is cut almost entirely live, with the band setting up in one corner of the cavernous warehouse space. Vaughan’s unique guitar tone is captured using three amplifiers chained together including a two vintage Fender Vibroverbs and a Dumble Dumbleland Special borrowed from Browne. Initially intended as a demo only, the tapes are heard by legendary A&R man John Hammond who passes a copy on to Greg Geller, the head of A&R for Epic Records who immediately signs the band. The band are given an advance for Vaughan to return to the studio to re-record some of his vocals which are cut at Riverside Sound in Austin, TX in early 1983. The album spins off two singles including “Pride And Joy” (#20 Mainstream Rock) and “Lovestruck Baby”. The album is remastered and reissued on CD in 1999 with five additional bonus tracks. Is is also reissued in 2006 as a double 180 gram vinyl LP by Pure Pleasure Records, including the added bonus tracks. Sundazed Music, Music On Vinyl and Analogue Productions also issue vinyl reissues. Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab reissues the title as a limited hybrid SACD in 2010. Sony Legacy also remasters the album on CD again in 2013 for its thirtieth anniversary, as a two disc deluxe edition, with the second CD containing nine extra tracks. “Texas Flood” peaks at number thirty eight on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 2x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.
More Soul Eater fan-children coming you’re way! This is Rhythm (left) and Blues (right) the two kids of our favorite totally-not-canon ship, Soul and Maka. Yes that’s their names. I’m trying to continue the music theme.
Really important thing to note- all these children belong in the Anime’s story line, not the manga’s. So Death Scythes are still a thing.
Muzikli Asansör, EyvahBlues Set. 02 - Blues Set. Yayın: Mert Can Tekin
Roy Buchanan - Wayfaring Pilgrim Roy Buchanan - Green Onions Ronnie Earl - Glimpses of Serenity GoGo Penguin - All Res Wax Tailor - Seize The Day - (Phonovisions Symphonic Version) FKJ - Die With A Smile Luther Allison - Its Been a Long Time Yavuz Çetin - Benimle Uçmak Ister Misin Chris Cain, Trouble Making Woman The Blues Mystery - Back To The Dirty Town Donny Hathaway - A Song For You
I'm colorblind but I like drawing, is that a bad thing? (I mostly just use pencil/pen or if I do digital I put the black-and-white filter on it so I don't have the bloody grass incident again I'd)
Dedinitely not a bad thing!
Though i can only imagine how frustrating it is to deal with color, but that doesnt mean you cant make good art and its definitely not something to hold you back! If you love art than go for it. Besides, you can never go wrong with black and white. You can make incredibly beautiful art with black and white. Or perhaps black and white with one accent color so the color doesnt matter whats its filling in.
And hey! Art can be as accurate to life or abstract as you wish! So, what im saying is, you can use whatever color to make anything, even grass be pink or blue, and thats ok. that doesnt make it wrong.
Art is what you make it so if you want to do color and even purposfully make them not correct for the colors you can desipher, for the artistic abstract notions of the artwork. Then it can be a cool affect. ( idk if you have trouble with blues and greens, or reds and yellows or both) then i’d say go for it.
Perhaps make it in a way that benefits your art even if we ppl that aren’t color blind cant see what you see. Cuz if you like it thats what matters.
Just please dont think of your color blindness to be a handicap to your art. Because its not. :>
Trouble Town - Jake Bugg // Workin’ Woman Blues - Valerie June // Ain’t it a Shame - Lightnin’ Hopkins // I Can’t Wait - The White Stripes // Can’t Afford to Lose my Man - Memphis Minnie // Dog House Boogie - Seasick Steve // Taste It - Jake Bugg // 32 - 20 Blues - Robert Johnson // Shotgun - Valerie June // Black Cat Bone - Lightnin’ Hopkins // Poor Howard - Leadbelly // Your Southern Can is Mine - The White Stripes // Honey Skippin’ - The Hot Sprockets // Devil’s Got the Blues - Lonnie Johnson
Hey! I've never commented on any of your stories before, but I just wanted to let you know you're one of my favorite writers! Could you write a story about this one too? I know you'll make it great! Kate tells Castle her life is not his personal jungle gym. He takes it to heart and after he starts working with her again, he's careful to be polite and respectful around her, and it drives her nuts! Thank you!
He turns, startled by the close of her hand around his wrist, catching him before he can go, promptly at six o’clock. He doesn’t stay late with her like he used to, doesn’t try to invade her personal space or flirt with her or convince her to go with him for dinner at Remy’s. He just… shows up when she calls about a murder and leaves once the case is over, and she never thought that would bother her.
“Beckett?” he returns, her name like a question, but there’s concern in his eyes, dragging down his brow, taking a piece of her heart with it, because he never calls her Kate anymore.
Not since she’d nearly died in his arms with his body hovering above her, his words seeping with her blood into the cemetery grass.
I love you, Kate.
“You okay?” he asks, his eyes flickering to the fingers still curled at his wrist, his body shifting closer to her, and yes, that’s what she wants.
He’s been here with her, but lately, he’s felt so far away, ever since they had started working together again, since they had found a tentative truce at the swings. She had expected them to grow closer, not drift apart. Had he - had he not understood her?
I’m not going to be able to have the kind of relationship I want (the with you had been unspoken but heavily implied) until that wall comes down.
It’s only been a few weeks since she had said those words, done her best to explain herself, but that wall was already under construction, progress being made day by day. But maybe he didn’t want to wait around throughout the demolition period.
“You - is everything okay with you?” she answers his question with her own, knowing she should let go of his wrist. They’re in the break room, shielded from the eyes of those left on the homicide floor, but they were supposed to be waiting - at least she was - and unnecessary contact certainly didn’t send the right message.
She just really likes the sensation of his pulse beneath her fingertips, even when it’s rioting like it is now.
“Of course,” Castle assures her, even throws in a smile for her, but it lacks his usual glimmer of conviction. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Kate purses her lips, drops her gaze to his chin, hates how utterly pathetic the next words out of her mouth are likely to sound, but-
“You never… stay anymore,” she murmurs, swallowing down her nerves. “I know things - changed, after my shooting, but I thought-“
“Beckett,” he sighs, but she squeezes his wrist.
“Did I ever properly apologize?” she inquires softly, remembering calling a ‘sorry’ out to him when he’d tried to walk away from her at his book signing, but maybe that didn’t count, wasn’t enough. “Words won’t fix things, it’s going to take time, I know that, but I - Rick, I hope you know I’m-“
“Kate,” he breathes out and the knot in her chest loosens ever so slightly. “I don’t need an apology, I’m just - trying to respect your wishes.”
Her brow furrows and she returns her gaze to his, studies the troubled blues of his eyes in confusion. “What wishes?”
Castle shakes his wrist free of her grasp and scrapes his hand through his hair while her fingers mourn the loss.
“You were right, last spring, before… the night before,” he begins, something painful flashing through his eyes, turning his irises a pale blue, dulled edges of silver, and the scar that sits fresh in the middle of her chest pulls tight. “Your life is not my personal jungle gym and I’m sorry for ever treating it like one.”
For a second, her mind draws a blank before it all comes rushing in, flushing through her skull so fast, she has to sift through the vivid memories of their last fight, their worst fight, to remember what he’s even talking about.
She may have offered an apology for the summer, but she had never given him one for that brutal argument, the biting words, had she?
For the past three years, I have been running around with the school’s funniest kid, and it’s not enough.
“You should have been treated with respect and I-“
“Castle,” she cuts off his rambling with the press of her fingertips to the headache swelling between her brows. “I was angry that night, scared,” she admits, lowering her hand so she can meet his eyes, treat him with the respect he deserves. “And I said some things that I didn’t mean and - wait, is that why you’ve been acting so weird?”
“Weird?” he repeats on a huff. “I’ve been trying to be more polite, respectful, better-“
“No,” she protests that last one immediately, vehemently, shaking her head and taking a step closer, just a breath away from brushing his chest with her own. The closest they’ve been in a long time. “Castle, I don’t want - I just want you. The you I know and - care about.“
Castle’s brow hitches and his lips spill into a gentle smile, but there’s no teasing tainting his features, no amusement tugging at his mouth or filling his eyes. No, he looks… relieved and - and happy. So happy.
“Yeah? Because I’ve missed you,” he breathes, so tender, the lines of his face loosening, no longer so tight with the strain of his apparent strive for good behavior.
She wants to hug him, this sweet man who had been trying so hard for her, for such a terrible reason, and friends, lovers in waiting, can hug, can’t they?
Kate snags his hand, reclaims it, and tugs him into her, bands her arms around his neck before she can lose her nerve. Castle is broad and solid against her, warm and wonderful, even better when his arms tentatively wrap around her torso, embrace her.
“I missed you too,” she murmurs, her lips just barely brushing his jaw, triggering a shudder through his frame. “Don’t… drift away again, okay?”
His arms tighten around her and it causes her incision scars to ache, stretched taut, but it feels too good to move, too good when the cinch of his arms eradicates the bloom of her insecurities, her fears and uncertainties.