jakefogelnest:

Whitney Houston’s isolated vocal track on “How Will I Know.” 

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quebradiza:

aeraspais

Whitney Houston — My Love Is Your Love

quebradiza:

dahnimarie

RIP lady <3

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R.I.P. Whitney Houston - (August 9, 1963 - February 11, 2012)

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thedailywhat:

RIP: Etta James, the legendary genre-spanning singer who gave the world many memorable hits including “At Last” and “The Wallflower,” has passed away. She was 73.

James, who was diagnosed with leukemia 2010, had been in poor health for some time.

Affectionately known as Miss Peaches, the Matriarch of R&B had multiple Grammys to her name, and was inducted into both the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame and the Blues Hall of Fame.

Incidentally, the man who discovered James, Johnny Otis, passed away just yesterday.

Below: James sings “Something’s Got A Hold On Me” in 1962.

[cnn.]

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[Photoset: Four screencaps from “The Wire” of Omar, coming into the room shirtless, to talk to Kimmy and Dante. There’s a long scar across his torso and his expression is full of devastated remorse. “Yo, I need y’all to hear this,” he tells them. “It was my fault. I’m sorry, yo.” Kimmy looks up at him from the couch, arms crossed, obviously hurting. “That don’t do nothing for me,” she responds.]

OK SO I NEVER USED MISSING E and my pirated Windows software means I can’t install extensions on this comp (so no tag wrapping for me)

which means the only fancy new tumblr defect I’m getting saddled with is the auto-tagging

and I need to just say, alright. The way I tag. When I tag stuff and I end up tl;dring stream-of-consciousness thoughts into the tag box. THE WHOLE POINT IS THAT I am adding thoughts or commentary that I don’t want people to have to include in the reblog unless they REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT TO (namely, so badly that they go and do the little copy of the tag link thing). Because they aren’t thoughts I think are relevant or important enough to include in the post proper, they aren’t thoughts I want people to feel OBLIGED to maintain in their reblog (it’s a pretty widely held precept of tumblr etiquette to not delete random shit from people’s posts when you reblog them, whereas tags are a way of sharing personal reactions to posts without forcing your voice into the rebloggable material)…

The WHOLE POINT is me adding thoughts, just thoughts, inane or tl;dr feelings, the kind of thoughts and feelings I constantly have running through my head, and me having a handy place to noncommittally share them.

TUMBLR YOU HAVE STRIPPED ME OF THIS ABILITY

TUMBLR I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU

TUMBLR WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

[Image description: Four screencaps of D’angelo from The Wire, in his pale blue prison uniform, sitting at a table at the library and saying something to the other guys there, with visible passion and thoughtfulness. /end image description]

all-right-ramblers:

D’ANGELO: He’s saying that the past is always with us. And where we come from, what we go through, how we go through it, all that shit matters. I mean, that’s what I thought he meant— like at the end of the book, you know? Boats and tides and all. It’s like you can change up, right? You can say you’re somebody new, you can give yourself a whole new story, but what came first is who you really are and what happened before is what really happened. And it don’t matter that some fool say he different, cause the only thing that can make you different is what you really do or what you really go through. Like, you know, like all them books in his library. Now, he frontin’ with all them books, but if we pull one down off the shelf, ain’t none of the pages ever been opened. He got all them books, and he ain’t read near one of them. Gatsby, he was who he was, and he did what he did, and cause he wasn’t ready to get real with the story, that shit caught up to him.

THE WIRE 2.06 — “All Prologue” 

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I don’t have time to backread very far rn but what is this about Teen Titans becoming a showcase for Tim Drake :(

Why can’t it be a showcase for Ravager Wonder Girl and (I dream big~) Solstice :(

I’m a simple girl with simple wants :(

[Image: Black, white and gray art of Poly Styrene’s head and neck transposed over a red X.]

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lioneater:

R.I.P. Poly Styrene

The singer of X-Ray Spex lost the battle to breast cancer yesterday on April 25th, 2011.

So sad.

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lalilster:

Even while battling cancer in a hospice, the former X-Ray Spex singer was talking about writing new songs and fighting cynicism. Here was a pop star who truly made a difference

Plastic fantastic … Poly Styrene in 1991. Photograph: Ian Dickson/Rex Features

The internet is already melting with the warmth and love extended towards Poly Styrene, who died yesterday after a brave battle with breast cancer. As the singer with X-Ray Spex, her songs such as Germ Free Adolescents and The Day the World Turned Day-Glo were among the most memorable of the punk era.

Born Marianne Joan Elliott-Said, she was also a feminist and “misfit superstar” who paved the way for everyone from Kim Gordon to Karen O. Beth Ditto credits her with “shaping my identity” and her fans include Boy George and David Baddiel. But for generations of followers, the unassuming singer was more than an icon: she was someone who felt like one of us, and who will be mourned like an absent friend.

When I was 13, she had a huge impact on me because as a small, ginger-haired kid struggling with identity she was the first pop star I could identify with. Mixed race, young and wearing bonkers outfits and dental braces, her simple but powerful message was that it was OK to be different because everyone is special.

During the punk explosion, I owned just two punk albums: the Sex Pistols’ Never Mind the Bollocks and X-Ray Spex’s Germ Free Adolescents – and I played the latter most. Poly taught me about subjects that school didn’t: identity crises, genetic engineering, and consumer society. Even today, those lyrics – and her wonderfully untamed phrasing – are burned into my brain: “I live off you, and you live off me, and the whole world lives off of everybody … see we’re gonna be exploited, by somebody, by somebody.”

Back then, I could never have imagined that I’d end up interviewing herin a hospice as she battled breast cancer. Bed-bound after a fall broke her back in two places, she accepted the illness with incredible grace and I was struck not just by her bravery but also her humour. We spent much of the interview chuckling, beginning with her telling me she had once been taught by future Queen guitarist Brian May. “We used to heckle him. ‘Sir, are you married? If you are married, why doesn’t your wife iron your shirts?’”

She explained that her distinctive worldview had been formed by a mix of seeing the Sex Pistols and living off the land for a summer before returning to London and finding “everything seemed to be made of plastic”.

X-Ray Spex were about “not trying to be like anybody else, but being yourself. High energy, youthful music, creativity. Better than expressing yourself through crime. Being in a band, saying what you want. It was better than being in a girl gang.”

She explained how, as punk turned from liberating force to straitjacket, she’d quit the band – after being pelted with tomatoes during a gig in Paris. “We’d tried to change our sound,” she explained. “They didn’t like that, the anarchists in their black leather jackets. They thought it was the French revolution all over again.”

But she admitted to not realising the significance of what she had started: “I didn’t really think about it. I just went steaming ahead, like a bull in a China shop. I’m quite discerning about what I get behind, but when I really get behind something, I give it everything.”

To the last, her optimism and energy never waned – and she was even talking of ideas for new songs coming to her in the hospice. Her new album, Generation Indigo, – uplifting, playfully opionated pop and her best music since the 70s – was “something really positive” she could leave behind, should the worst happen. Not that she feared it.

“I try not to be negative or cynical,” she explained. “Even though we’re in a crazy situation, economically, and with wars, when things go far right, they will have to swing left. We have to become more caring and sharing. Generation Indigo are the people who will protest peacefully, and it’s happening already.”

And then she smiled: the smile of a woman fighting a terrible personal situation, but thinking only of the world she had yet to leave behind. The smile of someone with no regrets, who had a lot of fun, and made a difference.

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lagrandefille:

Rejected monkey comforted by toys

Baby spider monkey Estela is without maternal love and guidance after her mother rejected her when she was born on January 17.

Keepers at Melbourne Zoo are monitoring the tiny primate around the clock, worried that she has not had the chance to develop normally after being emotionally traumatised.

A range of stuffed toys are being used to try and create some warmth and support for the two-month old while she comes to terms with how her mother shunned her.

How precious is this?

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crossedwires:

:(

Exactly.

heroics:

Every time I remember we live in a world where a television adaptation of Gotham Central does not exist, my soul shrivels up a little.

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