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...As you walk on by, will you call my name?
When you walk away...


And so, regretfully, hiatus.

There's a truckload of work, and for some reason fandom isn't the frivolous happy fantasyspace it used to be? The damn music industry's a fickle, incomprehensible thing. And my well's dry, y'all; I recognize it's time to take a step back.



Pic courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] otherbella and DCook's pink plaid shirt

Still here, dancing, you know it, baby )
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As DCook sang: "When writing your history, I will always be a footnote, a warning sign of mistakes made..."

Bingo prompt-writing challenges participated in from June 2010 = 3.
Bingos actually made within bingo-scoring period = zero, FML.

However, I did subsequently get my act together and manage to post two amnesty blackouts and a bingo + 9 extras, frivolously and respectively entitled Endless Love, Shelter me, Comfort me, and The Sound of Worlds Colliding:

Historical: World War IIOther: ActorsAlternate History: Someone never diedAlternate History: Major historical event changedOther: Castaways
Other: Evil Goateed UniverseOther: AliensOther: Film
Noir
Fantasy & Supernatural: Witches and
Wizards
Alternate History: Someone
died/didn’t come back
Fantasy & Supernatural: Author's ChoiceHistorical: Napoleonic EuropeFREE
Other: The Oldest Professions – Lawyers, hookers

Other: MutantsHistorical: Western
Historical: Ancient CivilizationsOther: CriminalsHistorical: World War IOther: High-schoolOther:
Sports
Fantasy & Supernatural: VampiresOther: DetectivesAlternate History: Author’s Choice - Someone said noFuture: Author's Choice – Magical Realism UtopiaOther: Police



I’ve never really been too stressed out about word count – it doesn’t necessarily bespeak quality, it just bespeaks long! – but I actually think my word count for 2010 may have come in at northward of 200k words, leaving aside the stories I wrote with [livejournal.com profile] frackin_sweet. Which is quite a few more words than I expected...

Challenges I didn’t flake on... )



In conclusion: in 2010, I totally failed at short. Also, I betaed, received too many fic and art gifts, collaborated with [livejournal.com profile] frackin_sweet and [livejournal.com profile] clover71, and commissioned art from [livejournal.com profile] flawlessnights, [livejournal.com profile] ciudad and [livejournal.com profile] imlikat. It was my first full year in fandom and an amazing honeymoon year. As some would have it, you never have that year again. ♥

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In the words of Neil Young, off "Fork in the Road", "Truth is fiction, truth is lies, strange things happen when worlds collide..."

Weird things happen when you're cycling through fandoms at hyperspeed so you can get back to actual work! You know how fandom seems multitudinous and labyrinthian at first blush? Then you run across familiar people -- [personal profile] leici commenting on an old U2 story, [profile] otherbella popping up in Hunger Games fandom, discovering that [personal profile] twistedchick, the lady for whom I was writing a Yuletide treat, was a friend of my beta for that self-same story, [personal profile] cinco -- and suddenly there are intricate connections across fandoms where you least expect them :)

And of course, out of those different fandoms comes the crossover fic ideas :)

To wit: in Inception fandom, I've been stalled on the Anthemic-as-Inception-team idea for ages (c'mon, who doesn't wanna see DCook as scene-chewing Extractor DCobb?), and Part II of Tommy Solomon-and-crew-incept-Archie elevator!fic is still at the planning stage :(

Over at The Hunger Games, it's easy to picture Cook and Archie as Finnick Odair and his beloved Annie, or to imagine the Quarter Quell kids getting their golden tickets to Captiol Hollywood, and singing for their lives on the Idol stage -- where they meet Haymitch as Simon Cowell and Snow as evil 19E Network producer Simon Fuller (and Caesar Flickerman as their host, Ryan Seacrest!); Peeta and Katniss sing Marly's "The Letter"/Kradam's We are the Champions and Finnick sings DCook's "Sharp Dressed Man" - and in a nailbiting photo-finish, the number of votes cast for the top two are exactly the same and there are two American Idols crowned! I kinda want to write that :)

Where worlds collide there are duets, too, of course. [personal profile] evilgeniuslady reminded me of the epic 80s Springsteen/Sting duet on "The River", and how epic it was. Magnificent, and magnificently slashy, these classic rockers in their glorious youth singing each other's words and getting up close and personal in each other's space:



This is the time of worlds colliding, this is the time of kingdoms falling - Springsteen/Sting/U2 OT6 )

Things do get a little sketchy, though, where RL collides with fandom. I have no problems with the idea of celeb RPF - actors and musicians and entertainment and sports personalities are public figures, and as such they sign on to a certain amout of stanning and fair play in re: those public images. Reclusive Harvard figures and businessmen may however not be quite the same kettle of fish, and although I've followed The Social Network fandom and the Mark/Eduardo fic with interest, I have always felt there's a difference.



Cut for small-world, small-town TSN-related gossip )

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...only to be with you, only to be with you...

As some of you know, I’d headed out to Melbourne this last week, only to be with U2 and the 360 Degree Tour. The concert was amazing, you guys; I know nobody but Beth and Julia and Clio will care, but this 3,000-word concert recap is for me to hold to my U2-loving and Bono/Edge-shipping heart when I’m cold and in need of something to warm me ;)



I got to watch the Zoo TV Tour when I was barely out of my teens, when the lads were young and vital and at (IMO) music’s cutting edge – they immersed themselves in mass media, music sampling and electronica, and the whole stadium rock performance art experience, all big screens and pirate radio stations run out of Trabants, with absurd smash visuals and deliberate sensory overload like Baz Lurhmann on acid – it was an amazing, life-changing trip. (Producer Nellee Hooper famously told Bono that Zoo TV "ruined irony for everyone", and OMG did it ever.)

Over the years the lads changed, but always stayed relevant, always current, always larger-than-life. You loved them for their focus on the world's issues or hated them for their pompous grandiosity, but you’d have to acknowledge they became the biggest rock band in the world. I was keen to see how they’d stack up now I’m in my thirties and the lads are that much older...and I wasn’t disappointed.

I have run, I have crawled, I have scaled these city walls...only to be with you )
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Two posting days in a row is unusual for me, but then I saw the pics from david-daily.com which [livejournal.com profile] mitsurudemon posted, from Archie's Independence Day concert rehearsals at Capitol Hill.



Is that our boy, over whose (lean, tousled) ramparts those broad stripes and bright stars never looked so attractive? There's that brilliant, gleeful smile we all recognize, his unfettered excitement in singing for his nation on the 4th of July.

More Independence Day pictures and bad Star-Spangled puns )

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…and now at least I know I know him well…

Hi, f-list! Check out the awesome new layout which the amazingly talented [livejournal.com profile] ciudad made for me! I was really excited to win her services for [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti, and she is not only gifted but a real sweetheart (she also provides tech support!). In addition, she’s gonna make me a surprise thing – how is that not sheer win? *dances around*

Thank you so much, my dear! XDD (She wants me to credit [livejournal.com profile] the_fulcrum for the style sheet, and viola!)

Separately, I do realize this LJ has been pretty much all American Idol all the time, but I actually do enjoy several other fandoms, including that of the original good Doctor (not you, Tiemann). While Eleven does intrigue me, and I have actually always loved Eccleston, my favorite Dr. is the delectable Ten, played by a David! Tennant’s older than our beloved Dave Cook, but as gorgeous, even more articulate, elegant, and at the same a time total geek. He might not have the Cookster’s guitar-playing biceps, but he is as utterly shag-worthy, ahem.



Who/Torchwood and Barrowman/Tennant squealing, contd, which not-so-subtly builds to my conclusion, yo. )

Finally: ah, David, David – Archuleta, not Cook or Tennant, and a much younger, less sophisticated and more conservatively religious one. Still love him, and I think he needs love and support – certainly not validation, but not condemnation, either. (Of course people do feel disappointed, and worse, and with good reason.) I am just saying: my wish is for him to grow from the kind, considerate, generous (sheltered, rigidly brought up) teen that he is into the strong, loving and accepting man we know he can be. Okay, that's all.
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"They said: you better hold on to what you got..."

This week, David Cook packed his guitar and his lead guitarist and traveled to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, with the UN Foundation to raise awareness about the importance of girls' education, for a special episode of IDOL GIVES BACK to be aired on April 21st.

My various thoughts:

01: How fine is he? Seriously.



Cut for pics, squeeing and a minor rant about reporters and women's rights. )
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...Stick that whole damn thing right through me, right? Right?

Because, goddamn, the Midwest Kings play the Flytrap Music Hall in Tulsa was, from all accounts, an epic, fantastic concert, bar none.

I'm gutted I couldn't be there, of course, to gaze at Neal Tiemann strutting his bad stuff first-hand, and watch frontman Andy Skib toss his inky bangs and showcase vocals that have matured like a phenomenal Merlot. The Peekster was in as fine form as ever, and I didn't know how much I missed Joey until I saw that flying blond mop and ridiculous grin and the singing he did on "Til I'm Blue".

And there was that rhythm guitarist, whose backing vocals were pure and clear despite the bass distortion, harmonizing with and emphasizing the melody. Where they had time to rehearse together, with their crazy schedules, I have no idea. Love them, though.

Here they are on "Vera" and "One True Thing":



How many lives til another you? )

More vids from the always amazing [livejournal.com profile] zoe_angel_bear, over at her new place.

Okay, enough archival pseudo-music blather from me.
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Now that the [livejournal.com profile] cookleta_xmas exchange is over and writers revealed, I am very glad to share with you this secret story which the gorgeous and immensely talented [livejournal.com profile] frackin_sweet wrote for my birthday, as a companion piece to my story Have We Heard On High, set in the Patron Saints universe.

In my story, Cook tells Arch that Neal and Lily had had a fight and that Neal was going to be alone in L.A. for Christmas? Well, Cook doesn't know the whole story, clearly...

* Heard On High - The B Side: [R], het, 1,700+ words, Neal Tiemann/Frack's OFC, Lily Tay, who belongs to her, but who might remind you of someone, by [livejournal.com profile] frackin_sweet.

Thank you, dearest, for the fic, and for indulging my childish desire to remain anon for [livejournal.com profile] cookleta_xmas! Please go read and tell [livejournal.com profile] frackin_sweet how awesome Lily she is!

I must also pimp the other fantastic birthday fic written for me:
* Refrain from "Knock Knock" Jokes, [PG], 834 words, Cookleta, by [livejournal.com profile] lirielviridian, &
* Firsts, [PG-13], 698 words, David/Kris, by [livejournal.com profile] lire_casander.
Thank you, darlings! I loved them, and you! ♥

Thank you so much
for all of your birthday wishes and virtual gifts, and this awesome post by the denizens of [livejournal.com profile] cookleta_etc - you girls are just the best ♥.

Also, while on the topic of holiday exchange gifts, I'd already mentioned the awesome art of [livejournal.com profile] naughtiest, but I'd like to also pimp the following [livejournal.com profile] aiholidaybash fics:
* Shake, [R], het, 6,300+ words, Archuheta, by [livejournal.com profile] kirabella1588, as my gift - thanks so much again, bb!
* And the World's a Little Brighter, [PG], het, 9,027 words, Archuheta, by [livejournal.com profile] likealocket.

Move over, Neal: Archuheta may be my new fave ship ;)
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...as long as my dearest flist are still mine XD

Here I was, congratulating myself on having pushed out those damn free Christmas cookies before LJ graciously yanked the same. Well, it seems I wasn't quite as speedy/timely as I'd thought.

So, flist, especially those to whom LJ didn't manage to deliver the cookies before cut-off, happy holidays to you and yours - peace on Earth, goodwill to men, love and good wishes from me to you.

And thank you to those thoughtful souls who saw fit to gift me in name and anonymously - some of the anon messages were truly moving, and I am so happy you guise are in my life. You know my story: I've returned to fandom after a long hiatus, and all your love and support makes me feel I've never left, and like I never want to leave.



DC loves you, also! Clearly. Unless you don't want him to, in which case, more for the rest of us, naturally ;)

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…So many lessons to learn...?

This is the clarifying LJ meme, which everyone else (most recently, um, [livejournal.com profile] epicflailer?) has done. I am doing this at the insistence of [livejournal.com profile] fakeplasticsnow, who has since clarified her name is “Fake Plastic Snow” (from the Radiohead song, and the title of her favorite Ugly Betty episode), as opposed to “Fake Plastics Now” (a homage to fake resins, nylons and other polymers, or a slogan for the same). Good to know that, bb.

My username: Jehane18. Jehane is the female protagonist from The Lions of Al-Rassan, a historical fantasy novel by Guy Gavriel Kay set in Moorish Spain. I loved this beautifully written book, and I identified so much with Jehane: smart, principled and passionate. Read an extract here.

My profile name:International Woman of Mystery! This ass-kicking persona was born one day when we decided to form a superspy group, the Girls of Ultimate Hotness (“GoUH”). The other GoUH members were [livejournal.com profile] lire_casander’s persona Sarcastic Journalist from Heck, and [livejournal.com profile] motherendurance, the Fabulous Girl Sleuth. We’re still taking members, so feel free to pick a superspy persona and sign up ;)

My journal title: Grounded Here With You. From “Be My Downfall”, by the awesome, ageless Del Amitri.

“Be my downfall be my sweet regret
Be the one thing that I'd never forget
Be my undoing, be my slow road to ruin, tonight

Well, the bus is pulling out, and I’m grounded here with you
And I want to say the sweet things babe I always wanted to
So tell me now the tail-lights have gone out of sight
Baby won’t you be my downfall once again tonight”
.

This was the song which played when I fell in love with Hub, and will always be the song of my heart, and when I heard it sung to me by the phenomenal [livejournal.com profile] frackin_sweet in her epic story “Patron Saints”, I knew somehow that she was...my density. ILUBB ♥!

Original song here, circa 1992; and then again, the boys older, wiser, more full of time, a decade or so on. New version includes a lovely version of "Drowned on Dry Land".

When your world is full of strangers, when your nights are dark and dangerous,
there's a place where you can hang and just let it go.
When your eyes see only sorrow, and your life seems somehow borrowed,
and those long promised tomorrows never show.

Well, come on down we're waiting for you;
We got a special evening planned.
We're gonna push the boat out or you might get drowned on dry land.

My journal subtitle: ...though we share the same city, and feel the same sun.... Another Del Amitri song, "Always the Last To Know" “Though we share the same city, and feel the same sun/When the winter comes, I’ll be the last to know”. This ironic song, with its killer guitar line, is about how you'll always love the lover whom you did wrong.

Oh my heck, this is becoming a Delboys fan journal! We need some David Cook right away. Here!



My friends page: “I know your name, I know your skin, I know the way these things begin”. From Suzanne Vega’s “Caramel” - “It won’t do to stir a deep desire, to fan a hidden fire that will never burn true”. Cool and lovely, with a slow bossa nova burn underneath – I love Suzanne’s voice, and the longing in this elegant, restrained song, and the love that I feel for all of you.
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Guys, I'm back! My International Woman of Mystery persona kicked butt et cetera overseas, and it's good to be back.

Here's a tiny music meme, from [livejournal.com profile] clionona : 

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

Clio gave me the letter 'L' and I promised Lire I wouldn't overlap with her list ;). (links go to Youtube.)

1: Leonard Cohen, Famous Blue Raincoat. Amazing old school songwriter and storyteller (whom Renata and her mom love!). Vintage vid of that "one more thin gypsy thief".
2: Luka: Suzanne Vega. Love this singer, love this song: "Yes, I think you've seen me before." Also, and totally cheating, also love her Left of Centre.
3: Love Rescue Me: U2 with BB King. Classic U2, with Bono kind of pompous and certainly glorious, pre-Zooification:"Here without a name, in the palace of my shame".
4: Little Lies: Fleetwood Mac, the classic version! And covered more recently (and somewhat more hotly) by David Cook and the BoUH. Hey, they can tell me lies any time!
5: Life: Our Lady Peace. Awesome vid, the fellas and the apropos Mandarin calligraphy graphics: "Life is waiting for you..."

Thanks for letting me play, Clio! Anyone else want to, feel free to reach out!

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Interrupting the flow of fic yet again to engage in some conversation about mainstream/modern rawk.[info]motherendurance's precious, precocious 12-year-old made me a list of his top ten songs, which were startlingly mature and classic-rock centric (Aerosmith! Guns n Roses!).

He was polite enough to ask me, in my turn, for my favourite rock songs - clearly his awesome mom has raised him right! So, here are my top 10 rock faves, sweet boy: feel free to tell me how uncool they are, ha ha.

Top 10 Rawk Songs! )

 

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And, the continuation of my responses to [livejournal.com profile] motherendurance's Awesome Interview of Win. I've been having entirely too much fun, answering this - which surprises me, as I'm really somewhat reserved and formal IRL. 

(Sings: "...Find/one song/One last refrain/Glory/From the pretty boy front man/Who wasted opportunity...")

 

5. What led you to Cookleta slash in particular? How did you decide to look for it? Or did you stumble on the pairing? Enquiring minds want to know!

 

Read more... )

News

May. 4th, 2009 10:32 am
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From[livejournal.com profile] fieryrogue: Adam Cook died early Sunday morning in Terre Haute, Indiana, after an 11-year struggle with cancer. He was... too young. 

Am heartbroken for David, who somehow had the stones to show up at the Race for Hope in Washington DC this morning, and speak in his brother's memory. Maybe it helps him, getting the word out there and going about his day job? But with such sheer courage.

No words but Neruda's (from Sonnet 94):

If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you awake the fury of the pale and the cold.
From south to south, raise up your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun, sound your guitar's mouth.

I don't want them to waver, your laugh nor your steps.
I don't want it to die, my legacy of laughter.
Don't call to my breast.  I'm gone!
Live in my absence as though in a house.

So grand a house, this absence,
that you'll pass into it through the walls,
and hang its paintings on the air.

So transparent a house, this absence,
that, lifeless, I'll yet see you live.
And should you suffer, my love, I'll die once more.

Stay strong, babe; sound your guitar. For all of us.

Post 4

May. 2nd, 2009 05:45 pm
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"...Every night as it turns into light..."

A good friend invited us over to her lovely new home for drinks and dinner last night.

Gourmet cooking, much too much wine, great conversation and Guitar Hero - it was the perfect evening! Such a pity I am such a totally shite guitar-player. (I'm much more suited to being the exhibitionist pretty-boy frontman -  yes, everybody can STOP LAUGHING now!)

[This is the perfect cue for me to insert a gratuitous clip of Cook and Archie dancing around in their underwear from the 2008 Guitar Hero advert, but my female reproductive organs are still recovering from the video made by someone at [community profile] davidcookai7that currently graces[personal profile] fieryrogue's front page, so I'm gonna desist.]

Hope everyone else had/will have a fun evening! [livejournal.com profile] clionona, try to make sure your ovaries don't explode when our man takes to the stage!!!
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TONIGHT I CAN WRITE

 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

 

Write, for example, "The night is shattered

and the blue stars shiver in the distance."

 

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

 

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

 

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

 

What does it matter that my love could not keep her?

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

 

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

 

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

 

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

 

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

 

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.

Her voice; her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

 

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I loved her.

Love is so short, forgetting so long.

                                                                                                                       

 

Pablo Neruda, from Twenty Love Poems: And a Song of Despair

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