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Ghost of Blind Lemon
Keeping the Spirit of DFW Music Alive
Moving Day Is Here!
This is the final post I'll be making on this site. Don't worry, I will not be deleting any of the articles on this site. But I will now be posting at ghostofblindlemon.com with a fresh new look. So come visit me at my new place, won't you?
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This song has been on my for a while, largely because it seems to be the question I am asking myself as a blogger. Where are we now? Perhaps more to the point, where am I now? Where is Ghost of Blind Lemon now, and where should it head?
Over the past year, many factors I feel have distracted me from my original purpose. Some of them stem from my day job, while others have been connected to my work within the music business. Often times it's easy to get distracted by the business end of the music business, which means the music end all too often gets overlooked. That's not why I started the blog.
I have also struggled with the direction of where the world of blogging is headed. In this day and age where Twitter is king, I often fear that the days of the blog are numbered. Any story longer than 150 characters seems to be too much for many to handle. Many national blogs simply post up videos and Soundcloud tracks, write a few sentences, and leave it at that. I feel the Dallas music community needs more than that. It needs discussion. It needs examination. It needs more than can be accomplished in a single tweet. Yet I wonder if that's all the average music fan is capable of.
Please forgive this unusually cynical tone I am taking. It's just that over these years, I find that the number of true local music fans is dwindling. In fact, fellow musicians and industry people make up the vast majority of any local act's fan base nowadays. Sure, there are people that follow individual acts. Those, however, are primarily the friends and families of musicians. These people rarely bother to support others on the bill, arriving just in time to see the one act, then leaving immediately after the set. How does one build a music scene on that?
Often, I am been tempted to shut down the blog. The only reason I have not is my love for both the music in the city and those who create it. I do feel, however, that I still must carefully examine where both I and the blog are going.
So with that in mind, I am temporarily suspending the blog. This is not the end of the Ghost of Blind Lemon. This is a time to reevaluate where the blog is going, and my place within the world of local music. I will continue to go to shows. Not only that, I have several things in the works in terms of showcases. Do not view this as an end, but more like a caterpillar creating a cocoon. I hope that after a period of time, GOBL reemerges as a beautiful butterfly. Pardon the corny analogy; it's the best I could come up with.
I will continue to post on Facebook in order to keep you updated with information regarding the blog, showcases, Deep Ellum Radio shows (soon, I promise!), and the local music scene. And please, fans, feel free to keep in touch with me. I need your interaction to help this mission of mine continue. But for now, the full length posts are on hiatus until further notice.
My apologies for exceeding 150 characters.
Kickstart Your Workweek: 2/18/13
If you follow a number of local musicians (or any musicians not established on the national level, for that matter), you've no doubt seen your share of Kickstarter campaigns. The website has become a major tool in helping musicians (among others) get funding for releasing records. I've decided that every Monday, I will spotlight deserving local artists in need of your financial assistance. So give these artists a listen, and if you like them and can afford to contribute, do so. Plus, if you'll notice on their Kickstarter pages, there can be sweet incentives for donating, ranging from copies of the yet to be released CD all the way to private house concerts. Check each artist's page for their rewards for donating. Also, if you are in a band that has a Kickstarter campaign, email me at ghostofblindlemon@gmail.com to let me know, and if I like your music, I'll be more than happy to spread the word.
Anna Thomas (Kickstarter page)
The young Ms. Thomas started recording her music at the mere age of twelve. What makes that so amazing, however, is the incredible level of maturity, both in terms of performance and lyrics, that she possessed as such a young age. Fast forward about five years later, and Anna is still writing beautiful and intelligent music that needs to be heard by all ages. Fans of female pianists a la Regina Spektor, Tori Amos, and Fiona Apple should especially take note of her music. She's already released an impressive EP entitled Break Apart, and is looking to record her first full length with producer Levi Bradford. Her campaign ends in less than a week, so the time to donate is now. And yes, there are rewards for donating. My personal favorite is that for a $500 donation, one gets to co-write a song with Ms. Thomas, and she'll record a video of that song and post it on YouTube. Pretty cool, huh? Below is "Hush", the first song of Anna's I ever heard. Listen and see if you love it as much as I did.
Caterpillars (Kickstarter page)
I first met Caterpillars' lead singer Christopher Robinson during his stint in Menkena. He had the unenviable job of taking over Nolan Thies' position in the band. And yet with his skills on the guitar, Mr. Robinson proved that he would not just merely "fill in" those shoes, but prove himself to be a musical equal to Mr. Thies. That's no easy task. Caterpillars may share some of the dreamy qualities of Menkena, but also manage to incorporate elements of electronica with slight hints of emo (and while I'm not generally a fan of that genre, Caterpillars make the sound work). And the time to donate for Caterpillars is urgent, with less than three days left. Below is my favorite track from their self titled debut EP, ":Lifetime in the Pretense".
Lifetime In The Pretense by CATERPILLARS
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Labels: Anna Thomas, Caterpillars
The Lucky Thirteen: 2/17/13
I've decided to move the Lucky Thirteen from Monday to Sunday, because starting tomorrow, I begin a new feature called Kickstart Your Workweek. What is that, you ask? Find out tomorrow.
In the meantime, here are thirteen totally awesome songs for you. As you may have noticed, I have moved from Grooveshark to Spotify for my playlists. On one hand, there is the disadvantage of a more limited song selection with Spotify. What I like, however, is that my understanding is that artists get compensated when their songs are played through the service. It may not be loads of money, but nevertheless, every penny (or fraction of one) adds up. I'd encourage any artists who would like their music to be part of the Lucky Thirteen to add their works to the Spotify catalog.
Now, for what you've been waiting for, the music...
"Just One More (Monolith)", These Machines Are Winning
It's safe to say that if Dylan Silvers is involved in a project, it's gonna be good. Whether he's working with other bands (THe Deathray Davies, The Polyphonic Spree) or his own efforts ([DARYL], The Crash That Took Me), I cannot think of a single exception to this rule. His newest project, These Machines Are Winning, maintains the same level of quality I'd expect from Mr. Silvers. This is more of a return to the electronic music he played in [DARYL], though with a more modern indie dance aesthetic. My only complaint: what's up with these freaky masks on the album cover and in the "Fornication" video? Kinda weird and creepy.
"Supernatural", Rahim Quazi
Rahim, you said in 2011 you'd release your follow-up to Supernatural. Then last year, you promised that it would REALLY for sure be released by the end of that year. 2013 is here, and still there is no new album from you. If this album doesn't come out soon, I'm going to start shouting out requests for Boston songs at your shows. You stand forewarned.
"Ripper", The Roomsounds
The Orange will finally release their first full length album, and the CD release show happens Saturday at Curtain Club. Unfortunately, the new music is not yet available on Spotify. So instead, I offer up The Roomsounds, who are sharing the bill with The Orange. Consider this another reason why you need to be at Curtain Club Saturday
"Low Wishes", Air Review
I loved this song when it was first released as a single, and I still love this song, now the title track of their new full-length.
"Old News", Hawk vs. Dove
Combining elements of prog-rock and sludge into a hypnotic yet thundering sonic landscape, Hawk vs. Dove's self titled debut album is nothing less than amazing and captivating. Fans of everyone ranging from True Widow to straight ahead rock need to check this out. Also, for those who like good drumming, Dallas has no finer drummer at this moment than this band's Joe Hardy.
"Annul", Parallel Play
You remember last year that Parallel Play's Jeremy Drake put on a pretty folkin' cool lineup at The Prophet Bar. Expect more good times the Big Folkin' Festival 2, happening Saturday, March 30th.
"Four Leaf Clover", Old 97's
Rhett Miller, why do you hate me so? Last year, you start a tour celebrating the 15th anniversary of Too Far to Care, my favorite album, then put your show up against my 5 year anniversary show at Curtain Club/Liquid Lounge. Now you return with the tour, and put the show on a school night (Thursday at Granada Theater, to be specific). Come on Rhett, help a long time fan out, won't you?
"Like Waking Up From the Longest Dream", Dustin Cavazos
Had to put this on the Lucky 13 again because I'm just digging this song that hard.
"Bragging Type", Trey Johnson
Mr. Johnson has a new project, The Family Piano, and the first single "We're Together" is available on iTunes. I'd love to put "We're Together" on the playlist, as it yet another argument in favor of why Mr. Johnson is arguably this town's best songwriter. Alas, the track is not on Spotify yet, so I leave you with this wonderfully fun track from his solo debut, Mount Pelee.
"You Ought to Know", The Phuss
After years of creating blistering rock anthems, The Phuss have settled down, creating beautifully introspective folk music. Don't worry, fans, I'm just kidding. No, The Phuss rocks as hard as ever. If you doubt that, listen to this track, then see their show Friday at Sundown at Granada. It. Will. Rock. Hard.
"You've Got Your Heart", The O's
New music from The O's is on the horizon! The band will hold their CD release show for album #3 (not sure of the name of the album yet) Friday, August 19th. Telegraph Canyon and I Love Math open the show. Expect this to be a serious, somber event. Again, I'm just kidding; every O's show is a big old party.
"Bet You Know", Vinyl Pilot
Typically, hearing that a band opened for Forever the Sickest Kids is not the strongest endorsement in my book. But after both hearing their songs online and seeing them perform live, I can say that this band knows how to bust out some great rock and roll tracks. They'll perform next Sunday at Prophet Bar, and I suspect they'll have copies of their new EP, Beautiful Disaster, available for purchase. And yes, you'll want to make sure to pick it up before leaving.
"Run Run Run", The Chloes
Simply put, a great song from a great album (Vanish) by a great band. Any questions?
Labels: Air Review, Dustin Cavazos, Hawk vs. Dove, Old 97's, Parallel Play, Rahim Quazi, The Chloes, The O's, The Phuss, The Roomsounds, These Machines Are Winning, Trey Johnson, Vinyl Pilot
Hello, local music fans. Remember me? Your favorite Ghost (I hope)?
Yes, it's been way too long. As someone on my Facebook said, it's as if the Ghost has become a ghost. And I did. For many reasons, my attention was shifted away from local music. Plus, promoting local music can be a grueling and often thankless task, so perhaps a temporary step back was a much needed thing. But now seems to be the right time to start slowly easing back into my job as local music advocate. I hope to start bringing you, the local music fans, more updates on a regular basis.
But for now, let's keep it simple and start with a playlist. Consider this a Cliff Notes version of what I should have been sharing with you over the past few months but haven't. Hope these sounds bring joy to your eardrums.
Standard playlist disclaimer: any artists, record labels, etc. who do not wish to be on the playlist for any reason whatsoever, email me at ghostofblindlemon@gmail.com and I will gladly remove the track.
It's taken me more than a little while to get into Mr. Cavazos' music, but his newest effort In and Out of Sleep is a gorgeous and thought provoking album that is one of the more unique local albums in recent memory. This is also the type of album that I suspect will grow on me more with continued listens. An early contender for a Top 10 album of the year.
"Bonnie & Clyde", Goodnight Ned
Played the earlier recording of this quite a bit on my Deep Ellum Radio show and liked it. But this new recording brings new life and energy into this already excellent track. Catch them Saturday at The Magnolia Motor Lounge with Foxtrot Uniform (more on that band later).
"Plug-N-Play", Sunward
I haven't heard much from the band since their CD release for A Magical Display of Lights and Rays (which also brought about the awesome reunions of Chemistry Set and Tabula Rasa). It's a really catchy collection of quirky indie pop songs, and I'd welcome more performances on behalf of this band.
"Rocket", Home by Hovercraft
The song sounds really good on CD, but it pales in comparison to their energetic and tight live performances. There's a similar energy to The Happy Bullets onstage, but with even better songs than the already impressive Bullets. Can't wait to see what the band can do for their CD release of Are We Chameleons? March 2nd at Dada.
"Drunk Love", Snow tha Product
When I look back at last year's Dallas Observer Music Awards Showcase, the performance that will be remembered the most by me is that of Snow tha Product. Although her set of about 20 minutes was way shorter than I would have liked, in those 20 minutes she bowled me over with her excellent beats and razor sharp skills in terms of both flow and lyrics. I predict this will be a huge year for Snow, so I would encourage everyone to take note of her music, or as she would say, get "Woke Up".
"Arise", Sol Tax
If my memory serves correct, I saw Sol Tax's lead singer, Sydney Wright, perform solo about six years ago at Opening Bell Coffee. As I recall, I was quite impressed by her singing ability and songwriting skills, but didn't get the opportunity to get to know her music better since she soon thereafter moved away. Now Ms. Wright is back with a new band, which will perform this Saturday at Hailey's along with GOBL favorites The Virgin Wolves.
"Animal", Air Review
Probably my favorite track off the band's second full length, Low Wishes.
"Black Licorice", Daniel Hart
Mark of the Local Edge ranked Mr. Hart's "O Sangeeta" as his favorite local music jam of 2012. Although I chose a different favorite track for 2012 (revealed later), I must disagree with Mark as to Mr. Hart's best track. "Black Licorice" is his strongest track as far as I'm concerned, although some of the lyrics could present a problem being played uncensored on the air.
"Cold Hands", Somebody's Darling
Although I liked the bands self titled debut full length album, I missed the more bluesy influences that the band possessed earlier in their career. So I'm quite happy to say that the blues influence can be found throughout their second album, Jank City Shakedown, and particularly in the album's strong opening track, "Cold Hands". Nice work, guys.
"Edge of the World", Foxtrot Uniform
This band seemed to come out of nowhere to enjoy a large amount of critical success and even airplay on KXT. Songs like "Edge of the World", with its laid back groove, clearly demonstrate the band's appeal. As mentioned earlier, they'll be at Magnolia Motor Company Saturday with Goodnight Ned. Quite a nice lineup for those needing a good Fort Worth show.
"Oh, Warden", The Hanna Barbarians
Speaking of good FW shows, The Hanna Barbarians open for Jonathan Tyler & Northern Lights Friday night at the Live Oak.
"With Love", Ronnie Fauss
My congratulations go out to Mr. Fauss. He's finally getting some well deserved attention since being singed to New West Records imprint Normaltown Records. His debut for the label, I Am the Man You Know I'm Not, shows off his songwriting skill, and this track here, the album's closer, is a gorgeous heartbreaker. Check him out live Friday at Sundown at Granada.
"The Road", Dovetail
The song starts slow yet lovely and captivating, and by the end turns into an almost epic style conclusion. Throw in some lyrics that appeal equally to the head and heart ("Lend me a moment/Something that pain cannot erase"), and a gorgeous blend of southern rock with modern elements, what does that leave you with? The best local song of 2012, hands down. That's what.
Labels: Air Review, Daniel Hart, Dovetail, Dustin Cavazos, Foxtrot Uniform, Goodnight Ned, Home by Hovercraft, Ronnie Fauss, Snow tha Product, Sol Tax, Somebody's Darling, Sunward, The Hanna Barbarians
My Top 50 Songs of the Last 5 Years
Back in June, I began a project where I was going to recap my 50 favorite local tunes released since the blog began. Each day, I would reveal a new song on the countdown until today, where I would reveal the number one song. Unfortunately, I was not able to keep up with the project as I would have liked. But today would be the perfect day to catch up, right? So here is the complete Top 50 list, with comments beginning at number 8.
"Who's That Girl", PPT
"Same Old, Same Old", Hello Lover
"All Inside", The Felons
"German Chocolate Cake", Bravo, Max!
"The Message", Dem Southernfolkz
"Nip/Tuck", The Orange
"Icarus", Arielle
"We Will All Be Changed", Seryn
"Virtue And Vice", The Virgin Wolves
"Little Bear", Elkhart
"Love Bomb", Rude King
"The Great Escape", Damaged Good$
"Need a Release", the cut*off
"Were Her", The Orbans
"Young & Reckless", The Roomsounds
"Three", The Timeline Post
"Dalton the Prophet", Nicholas Altobelli
"You Pressed the Crash Button", Novaak
"Paper Girl", Katie Carroll
"Move Along", Blue Petal
"Pastel Lights", Ishi
"Seven", Ducado Vega
"Love That Leaves", Somebody's Darling
"Black Light", Macon Greyson
"Aim High", Chris Holt
"Set Me Free", The Red 100's
"Truth on Tape", Smile Smile
"Mindreader", Lovie
"Wire to the Walls", RTB2
"All Because You're Mine", Air Review
"Just Wanna Try", Luna Matto
"Burning Pictures", The Monco Poncho
"Hang On", Salim Nourallah
"Swelling", Sarah Jaffe
"Try Try Try", Spector 45
"Bleeder", True Widow
"For Keeps", Iris Leu
"What Turns Inside", Dove Hunter
"I Still Wait", The O's
"Gypsy Woman", Jonathan Tyler & The Northern Lights
"Indian Melody", Pale Horse
"You're No Good", Pale Horse
"Where the Light Is", Emmeline
Back in the summer of 2009 when I was booking shows at Lakewood Bar & Grill, assistant manager John Keener recommend I come out one night to watch Emmeline play. My first impression was quite positive, but over the years, I have watched her develop into one of the best entertainers in the metroplex. Emmeline always manages to balance the humor with the heartbreak, although this track is firmly in the heartbreak camp.
"Slow Southern Home", Doug Burr
Mr. Burr's On Promenade was released almost at the same time as the blog. It was as if my blog was created to gush about how wonderful an album Doug released. Not really, but it'd be an easy argument to make. It's hard to select just one track from the album, but "Slow Southern Home" is such a perfectly paced song that slowly and steadily worms its way into your consciousness. While the word pop seems a weird choice to describe this song, it's catchy, melodic, and memorable. So in a sense, Mr. Burr has created a great pop song with "Slow Southern Home".
"Red in the Morning", Menkena
Who would've thought that my favorite shoegaze band in Dallas would have been formed by a punk rocker? And yet Jimmy Menkena, former lead singer of NYC punk band INDK, has created some of the most gorgeous sonic landscapes I've heard these past five years. Even more impressive is his ability to write heartfelt and thought provoking lyrics to these songs. Most shoegaze acts tend to neglect the lyrical aspect, but Jimmy embraces it 110%.
"Afraid of the Dark", Sorta
It's interesting that Sorta, a band that primarily existed before the birth of Ghost of Blind Lemon, made it into the Top 5. But Sorta's final eponymous album ranks as one of their strongest works, with no song stronger in my opinion that this one. This songs breaks my heart a little each time I listen to it. And the ending line, "Oh, it's over" sends chills every time. In fact, the part of the song where the background vocalists sing that line was recorded shortly after Carter Albrecht's death. That only makes the line more chilling.
"Fat Girls", THe BAcksliders
It's a shame that THe BAcksliders broke up just weeks ago. The band was arguably the best, most consistent live band over these five years. Between Kim Bonner's soulful vocals and Chris Bonner's underrated work on guitar, the shows were always electric. Plus, having Taylor Young recording with the band in the early days (including this track), you can't go wrong.
"Rivers Into Rum", Carter Albrecht
One can't help but wonder what music would have come out of Mr. Albrecht over these years if he was still with us. If this song is any indication, we've missed out on a goldmine of potential material. I'm not sure what else to say, except that I never tire of this song.
If this list was about the top 50 artists over the past five years, Rahim would for me take the top spot. His performances are ever evolving, and his lyrics are always spot on. I've included him on countless Ghost of Blind Lemon showcases, and have loved every time he has graced the stage with his presence. And while the title track of his 2008 CD only takes the silver, it is nevertheless one of the best written songs I've heard, local or otherwise. Personally, I believe that this track could have even been a true hit single given the right chance. Even had I not known Mr. Quazi personally, I can tell you that the opening hook would have grabbed me and forced me to take notice.
"Echo and the Pass", Hendrick
I knew Gregory Pierce from performing with Iris Leu (see song #14). When his other project, Hendrick, released Exhale, he sent me a copy. I sampled the album, liking all the songs, but when it came to this track, I knew this song would be my favorite from the CD. Only a week after hearing this track, I predicted that it would likely be by number one track of 2009. Sometimes songs that are defining for a year eventually get dated, but that has yet to be the case for me with this song. Every time I listen to "Echo and the Pass", it is a deeply moving personal experience. There's something almost symphonic in the structure of the song, and once the song reaches its climax, words cannot do justice. I must, however, give props to Hans Grumbein and his phenomenal guitar work in this song. And Joshua Hendrick's vocal performance is so perfect and chilling, I believe that the heartbreak in his voice translates, no matter what language you speak. This is one of my all time favorite songs, local or otherwise. Simply put, the best of the best.
And that concludes the countdown. For those who want to listen, I've included all the songs in this below playlist, starting with song 50 and ending with "Echo and the Pass". Listen, and enjoy.
50-1 by Chris Mueller on Grooveshark
Five years ago on this day, I finally took a friend's piece of advice and started a music blog. My only concern at the time was that the market might be oversaturated with local music blogs. Back then, we had The Fine Line, Boca Tina, and We Shot JR each providing their unique twist on the local music scene. Five years later, I'm the only one of those sites still running and posting on a (somewhat) regular basis. Why I'm the last man (or Ghost) standing, I do not know. Some might say it's my persistence, others would say my stubbornness. Either way, it seems this is the last of the truly LOCAL music blogs in the area.
These five years have been filled with everything from joy to disappointment, hope to frustration, optimism to cynicism, and just about every sentiment in between. I've seen the best sides of the music scene, as well as the... uh, other sides. Through that time, the one thing that has never disappointed me is the music coming from our area. I could run through a laundry list of flaws with the scene: fickle fans who only support their friend's bands, venues that don't pay bands fairly, bands who don't promote and have unrealistic expectations of payment. Sadly, all of those problems are all too real and common. Still, the music remains, and it remains strong as ever.
As for the scene, it is certainly stronger than when the blog began. My biggest motivation for starting the blog was seeing what a hit the music scene (particularly Deep Ellum) had taken. At that time, the neighborhood was all but a ghost town. Now, people are returning to the area on a regular basis. It's not what it was in the 1990's; parts of me doubt it may ever reach that level again. Still, Deep Ellum is alive and well now. People are walking the streets, going from club to club, making it a destination neighborhood again.
My only hope is that I can continue to help the musicians and the community, Deep Ellum and beyond, continue to grow. Between booking and my other job, I often feel that this blog is way underutilized. There are too many bands, shows, and events that it seems I do not have the time to write about. That has become too frequent of a problem over these five years, and for that, I sincerely apologize. I won't promise that it will get better, simply because I fear that it would be a broken promise. The only thing I can do is try to do more.
Other than that, there's not much more to say other than this: thank you. I have a long list of people to thank, so bear with me. First off, I have to thank Cindy Chaffin of The Fine Line. When I decided to start the blog, she was the first one I talked to about the idea. She has always been extremely supportive of all my endeavors, and considering what a strong advocate of local music she has been, that has meant a lot to me. Thanks to Neil Connell, owner of The Crown and Harp, for giving me the opportunity to become a regular booker for his venue. I look forward to bringing bigger and better shows to your place in the coming months. To Chad Lovell and Kim Keebler, thanks for letting me be a part of the dysfunctional family unit known as Deep Ellum Radio. Ever since I was young, I'd always hoped to have my own radio show. You've given me an opportunity I was thought would merely be a dream for me. I owe an additional thanks to Kim for allowing me to book shows at her store, In Accord. I cannot wait to see what the store looks like after the remodel! To all the wonderful musicians I've met over the past few years, thank you for your support. There are too many of you to name each and every one of you that has enriched my life over these years. Just know that you are what keep me going in my journey of local music. Finally, to all of my readers and all fans of local music, thank you. Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts, and more than that, thank you for supporting local music. Without you, nothing happens.
And as my way of saying thank you, expect a very major show announcement in the coming days. I'll give more details soon, but I'll tell you to mark August 24th on your calendars as the celebration of the five year anniversary of Ghost of Blind Lemon.
In the meantime, enjoy this Polyphonic Spree cover of Bowie's classic "Five Years". I mean, what else would I play today?
Five Years by The Polyphonic Spree on Grooveshark
GOBL's Top 50: #10 & #9
I must confess, I'm one to enjoy a good list. So needless to say, I always look forward to December, when I get to compile my list of the top 40 songs of each year. It's a difficult process to order the song for the most part. But with few exceptions, the easy part is determining the number one song of a given year. The next two songs had the distinction of reaching the top slot in my countdown. For the first time last year, my top 40 countdown was broadcast over Deep Ellum Radio. And for those who listened regularly to my shows, rare was the episode where Calhoun was not played. Their album Heavy Sugar returned lead singer Tim Locke to a more pop sounding style, making it perfect radio ear candy. At least that is what one first notices upon first listen. But Tim Locke's other strength besides melodies is his ability to craft lyrics that tell a story. No song better exemplifies that strength of Tim Locke's than "Indian Melody", with imagery so vivid it's as if he has transported you into his story.
Indian Melody by Calhoun on Grooveshark
For song number nine on the countdown, rewind one year to 2010. That was the year when Pale Horse emerged from the ashes of Greater Good. It was quite a transformation for the band, moving from 60's style pop-soul to the darker southern vibe that was Pale Horse. Equally as dark as the melodic mood of the band were the lyrics, ranging in topic from life after war ("Will You Be There") to religion ("Don't Lose Your Soul"). Religion plays a role in "You're No Good", the story of a preacher who uses religion to excuse the sins he commits against his family. It's an intense story, with an equally intense vocal performance by lead singer J.R. Denson. His gritty, deeply emotional delivery fits the song perfectly.
While the EP was good, Pale Horse's strength was in its live shows. Unfortunately, the band is no longer together. My understanding is that Mr. Denson has a new band he's working on. I look forward to whatever music he puts out in the future. Until then, check out song number nine on the countdown.
You're No Good by Pale Horse on Grooveshark
GOBL's Top 50: #50-11
It's funny how whenever I try to take on a project like the Top 50 or the A-Z playlists, life somehow gets in the way. I'm taking a moment to get the countdown back on track. The bad news is that a number of artists will not get the level of a write up that is deserved. And for that, I apologize. I'll try to write a little something about each artist that has been neglected for the past week.
The one bright side is that doing this should have everything on track for next week, when we finally enter my picks for the top 10 local tunes of the past year.
So let's do a full recap, complete with a playlist at the end.
Harshmellow waso the first CD mailed for review by The Ghost. While it was never formally reviewed (which happens rarely on here), the band received plenty of mentions for their super catchy tunes. Plus, you can't beat lyrics like "Oh yeah, he loves me, he loves me not/Blah blah blah blah blah".
Ryan Thomas Becker is arguably the best musician in Dallas right now. While known mostly for his guitar work, this song proves that he is capable of writing an incredibly catchy tune in under 100 seconds.
In the fall of 2009, I was at a show at Trees, chatting with John Solis. I asked him what bands he recommend I check out. In a separate conversation that night, I asked Pete Freedman the same question. Both had the same response: Air Review. My curiousity was piqued, and I was not disappointed.
Luna, I know you're busy with Polyphonic Spree and the like, but Dallas needs more of your music.
I remember the first time that I heard this band, I instantly fell in love and became a fan. Yes, what a lovely story. There's only one problem with the story; it isn't true. I must confess, it took me a few shows to understand the campy goodness that is Monco Poncho. But underneath the western shtick, there are some really well crafted pop tunes. And of that group of tunes, none demands repeated listens quite like "Burning Pictures".
Mr. Nourallah usually specializes in sweet pop melodies that hide a darker story. In this case, it's almost the reverse. While the lyrics are hardly joyous, there is a certain level of hope mixed with the sadness, as exemplified by lyrics like, "You've gotta love this life, even when it has you beat." NOTE: had Hit Parade been out longer, the title track might be right here instead. Yes, it's that good.
When I got to attend the 2007 Wall of Sound Festival, I made a point of arriving early, mostly to see an artist I'd heard such good things about, Sarah Jaffe. Not only was I not disappointed, the performance left me with speechless and with goosebumps. The latter symptom is one I have experienced at every performance of hers I've attended. And while "Vulnerable", "Clementine", and "Glorified High" are her biggest hits, I remember continually playing this track on her MySpace back in the days. For that reason, "Swelling" gets the #17 slot.
There's no doubt that there is still a hole left in the local music world from the deaths of Frankie 45 and Adam Carter. In fact, when you mention the band nowadays, there's a certain sadness felt when thinking about the loss of these two young men. Yet if you listen to the music, what you hear is a band that was raw, energetic, and, well, alive. That's the way I like to remember Spector 45.
It was the 2009 Dallas Observer Music Awards Showcase, and I was trying to figure out which bands to see. Unfortunately, many artists I like were scheduled against each other. Such was the case with Doug Burr and True Widow. I walked into The Cavern, planning on catching a few TW songs before checking out Mr. Burr. I never made it to see Doug's set that night because I was hyptonized by True Widow's performance. That set of theirs just might rank as my favorite performance of the past five years.
You'll have to forgive me for not commenting on the last four songs. I seem to be experiencing writer's block. Perhaps to be more accurate, I'm starting to have a hard time discussing these songs in such a way that does them justice. I simply hope to start finding the words again for the songs in the Top 10. In the meantime, here's the playlist I promised.
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By now, you've probably seen the commercials for the reality TV show Opening Act. In the show, relatively unknown musicians get the opportunity to open for a well known national artist. The show debuts tonight at 9 p.m. CST on E!, and Dallas's own Arielle is a part of the premiere episode. As you know, I've been a convinced fan for well over a year, and apparently the producers of the show are as convinced as I am. And the artist she'll be opening for? None other than Rod Stewart.
You can watch the show at home. If you're feeling more social, then you might want to head out to Opening Bell Coffee. Opening Bell Coffee is a fitting site for the watching party, considering the fact that it's where Arielle discovered that she would be on the show. In fact, some of the clips used in the commercials were shot at OBC. If you plan on going to Opening Bell, get there early. An open mic starts at 7, and then Arielle herself will perform at 8. Here's a little sneak preview of what's to come tonight.
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TOP 10 Attractions in Bermuda
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Though Bermuda is a small island where you can tour from one end to the other in around an hour by means of a cab or scooter, the island is crammed with so many astonishing tourism places and travelers attractions. You can pass days wandering around the island discovering the excessive places of interests.
In the Atlantic Ocean, around 1,000 km east of Northern Carolina, Bermuda claims a much moderator environment than the Caribbean islands. This bright green archipelago is abundant loved for its attractive pink-sand seashores, eye-cracking blue water, and tranquil British character. Flamboyant colonial houses line the roads of Bermuda's orderly capital, Hamilton, as well as the many picturesque island towns with British-encouraged names.
You can travel Bermuda's naval antiquity at the many fortresses and outstanding museums about the islands, while the reefs that dashed boats in Bermuda's pure waters offer some of the best collision leaping in the Atlantic. Other prevalent things to do contain swimming; angling; sailing; playing golf; and traveling the well-arranged hiking, biking, and halter tracks that twist through the island's countryside assets. Bermuda is also notorious for its rich maritime history. Over the times, numerous ships met their destiny along the archipelago's deceitful reefs.
There are several remarkable fortresses constructed in the British colonial days, astonishing natural caverns with remarkable marble creations, old lighthouses which were formerly used to aid ships direct out of the deceitful concealed reefs in Bermuda's waters (you can hike to the uppermost and get comprehensive sights of the island and deep-sea).
Many glorious churches have been constructed in Bermuda of numerous values some of which are ancient in this part of the world and have excessive antique implication. And there are many historical places, attractive parks, gardens, natural assets, lakes and ports, and so much more.
You can use a public conveyance like a bus or ship, go around the island and extend nearly all tourist locations. No doubt the taxi provision is great as well. There are also you can hire guide group trips offered in minivans. Rent a car is not permitted in Bermuda. Though, bikes and bicycle hires are popular.
Crystal and Fantasy Caves
At Bermuda's.Crystal and Fantasy Caves, you can endeavor 37 meters beneath the earth's superficial to sight an underground lake and remarkable crystal creations. Paths on floating platforms yarn through the cave and deliver a great vantage point to noble at creations rising from the nadirs of the pool. Seeing up, you can appreciate the many lovely spikes and candied soda straws downward from the cave's roof. A piece-of-the-art illumination system lights the creations, and enlightening guides share facts about the caves' antiquity and geology.
New cave voyagers admired the explanatory trip guides and the breathtaking crystal creations. There is a lot of hiking up and down stairways, so travelers greatly endorse carrying relaxed walking shoes. And to evade the masses, plan to go there early in the morning; it also tends to be a bit calmer and less suffocating in the caves this time of day.
The caves are exposed from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. every day, with guided trips exit every 20 minutes. Charge to one cave costs $22 for grown-ups and $10 for kids ages 5 to 12; charges to both caves costs $30 for grown-ups and $12 for kids. Bus directions 1, 3, 10 and 11 from Hamilton or St. George's will take you to the caverns.
Gibbs Light House
The 35-meter-elevated Gibb's Peak Lighthouse is one of the world's ancient cast iron lighthouses. Climb the 185 vertical steps for outstanding 360-degree sights of the Bermuda seashore and the Atlantic. If you are fortunate, you might even sight wandering whales during the spring. On the approach up, landings offer picturesque rest places and show information on the antiquity of the lighthouse.
National Museum of Bermuda
One of the supreme prevalent attractions at the Royal Naval Shipyard is the National Museum of Bermuda. The exhibition hall sits privileged Bermuda's largest castle and features seven citadels and eight remarkable exhibit buildings sketching the island's mesmerizing history. Shipwrecks, fights, whaling, ship racing, and naval art are just some of the themes on display. On the museum's superior grounds, you can trip the "19th-century Commissioner's House" complete with reliable age furniture and displays on Bermuda's armed and social history. It Takes time to visit the 16 acres and relish panoramic sights of the island, as well as the sheep browsing on the grounds. The Museum Play area and Playhouse keeps the children entertained, and you can also watch the dolphin happenstances in the Keep Pond at "Dolphin Quest".
Bermuda Botanical Gardens
Popped in the lavish Botanical Gardens, the Masterpiece Museum of Bermuda Art cabinets a sparkling collection of more than 1,200 parts of Bermuda-enthused art. Revolving displays show the works of local artists, and the enduring collection includes parts by such celebrities as Georgia O'Keeffe, Winslow Homer, and Albert Gliese. The museum have two main galleries, a gift shop, and coffee shop
Horseshoe Bay Beach
Southampton Community's Horseshoe Bay is the best snapped (and well-known) beach in Bermuda, creating it so you have to demonstration hard for a good place, particularly if a voyage ship is in town. The timid sand at Horseshoe is stunning at any time of year, but the water is downright chilly from September to May, so unless you enjoy shaking, you should navigate clear of the flow after 1st May. But even in the cooler months, Horseshoe is a great place for a idealistic amble along the sand. And if you're in city during Easter you have to make an extraordinary tour to Horseshoe to see the attractive handmade Bermudian kites flying in height on Good Friday.
Past Horseshoe Bay beach visitors said the opinions are spectacular and the pink sand is magnificent, some hawker it as the best beach in Bermuda, which may be why many also criticize about the heavy masses. Explorers also warn that the ocean waters can be bumpy with a strong tide. Fortunately, you can rest easy with your kids enjoying in the surfs because this is one of the few public seashores in the Caribbean that employs lifesavers. If you get famished, there's a nice beachside snack bar where you can eat.
A gorgeous hemispherical of silky pink sand and vivid blue sea, Horseshoe Bay is Bermuda's most well-known beach and one of its most prevalent. This is a good location for families with small children. Rescuers round here from May through September, and Harbor Royal Bay at one end of the seashore are perfect for little ones with its peaceful waters. Beachside snack bar, changing rooms, and gear rental are all obtainable along this attractive stretch of coast, and exciting rock formations add to the entreaty.
"Warwick Long Bay Beach and Elbow Beach", with its reef-sheltered bay, are other prevalent beaches, and John Smith's Bay is a native favorite, with excessive swimming and diving. All public coastlines in Bermuda are open from dawn to dusk; admittance to Horseshoe Bay Beach is free.
This is not possible anybody who has stayed Bermuda but not visit Hamilton. Being centrally situated and easily reachable from all crossways the island, travelers keep torrential into the capital city, be it for amazing food, entertainment, shopping or to visit locations like City Hall & Art Center, Cabinet House, House of Assembly, National Library, Bermuda Underwater Exploration Institute, Hamilton Fortress, one of the beautiful city parks and many more.
Supervising the port, Hamilton is the capital of Bermuda as well as its traditional and profitable heart. Light-colored colonial buildings line the roads, and the city is home to Bermuda's finest shopping, eating, galleries, and exhibition hall. Front Street is the hectic area of the city, where voyage ships dock in conjunction with island-hopping ships and tour boats.
Some of the most momentous structures in the city are the Bermuda Cabinet House, the Anglican Cathedral of the Most Holy trio, St. Andrew's Presbyterian Church, and St. Paul's Church, all of which date from the 1800s. Also of reminder is the Bermuda House of Assembly, the ancient Parliament in the western side. In the Hamilton City Hall and Arts Center, you can sight the revolving exhibits at the Bermuda National Gallery and the Bermuda Society of Arts Gallery.
St. George's Momentous Town
This significant place is known as the 'old town'. This is where the first reimbursement began way back in early 1600s and the town was so called after the forefather of Bermuda – Sir. George Somers. St. George was the previous capital of Bermuda. St. George's Island is the origin of Bermuda. England appealed Bermuda after the English ship Sea Endeavor entered beached here in 1609. In 1612 the first colonizers arrived and began life in the town of St. George, now a UNESCO World Tradition Site and the initial continuously settled English reimbursement in the Western Hemisphere. The town's luminously decorated stone and brickwork buildings are placed out in a thin maze of streets with names like Old Maid's Lane and Featherbed Backstreet. One of the town's most significant traveler attractions, St. Peter's Church was constructed here in 1612. Frequent museums in St. George compromise insight into Bermuda's past, including the Bermuda National Faith Museum, the St. George Historical Society Museum, and the Tucker House Museum.
Unfinished Church
Colonizers in St. George started structure a wealthy spare to St. Peter's Church in 1870, but poor preparation led to inadequate funding and imaginative squabbles, which lead to ultimate desertion following a devastating storm that left a disintegrating ruin and blemish. Cut to existing day and the construction has been fortified to withstand visitors, though it's still incomplete with only the sky for a roof.
If you only stop by one place in the significant village of St. George, travelers entreat you to make it the Unfinished Church for the unbelievable supernatural architecture and serene environments. Past travelers said it's worth the walk uphill as the church is spectacular and your pictures will be equally so.
The Uncompleted Church is positioned on Government Hill Road in St. George. Bus Nos. 1, 3, 10 or 11 will take you to the town of St. George and the Unfinished Church. You can amble through its gothic supports every day.
St. Peter's Church
Finished in 1612, St. Peter's Church is the ancient Anglican Church place in constant use in the Western Hemisphere. The church's construction is modest yet elegant and showcases architectural charms from the 17th century onwards. Tranquil of red cedar, the hand-imprinted altar is one of the ancient pieces of woodwork in Bermuda. Other tourist attractions include the group of silver and the christening font supposed to be more than 900 years old. The cemetery contains many tombstones, which date back more than 300 years, comprising those of slaves.
The naval base – now shopping
The central of the Somerset Island zone is the Dockyard, the Royal Navy's home-based in Bermuda for more than 175 years, now with a multimillion dollar voyage ship dock. Constructed by slave and offender labor in the 18th century, these momentous naval buildings have been transformed into cafes, shops, and craft academies.
The Dockyard's principal points are the Clock tower Centre and the inspiring National Museum of Bermuda, set in the body of the fortress and surrounding the beautifully reestablished Commissioner's House circa 1823. Set sideways several hours to glance the mesmerizing exhibits here. The Bermuda Dexterity Market sells handicrafts made on place, while the Bermuda Arts Center at the Dockyard alternates exhibitions of native art. You can also watch dawdles and glassblowers at work in their academies. Also in the Dockyard, the prevalent Dolphin Quest instructive program gives you a chance to work together with these friendly naval animals.
So, it will be very memorable and interesting trip if you visit Bermuda. Travelers should must go these places mention in this article and also share it with your friends.
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Q: Custom validation in codeigniter 3 One thing I don't like about codeigniter is the validation logic being inside the controller, easily increasing and messing the code. In order to separate this logic the controller, I've created a model that imports the form_validation library:
Class BS_Validator extends CI_Model
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    protected $rules = array();
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For each validation I extend this class:
class User_Create extends BS_Validator
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    protected $fields = array(
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        'email' => 'Email',
        'password' => 'Senha',
        'password_repeat' => 'Repetir senha'
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        'name' => 'required|min_length[3]|max_length[50]',
        'email' => 'required|min_length[8]|max_length[100]|valid_email|is_unique[users.email]',
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    );

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Everything works like a charm, except for the custom validation method, that is never called. In this specific case, it always returns (pasword_repeat_check) error.
What should I do to this method be recognized?

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The alterative I've used was to create a file MY_form_validation.php on libraries folder in order to extend the Form_validation class.
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Kiron Whitemoon
Lightbearer
Spell Energy / Taint +0/-0
Re: Clarion Quietus (IC)
Nefario opens his mouth to reply to the woman when the other halfling comes awake. he shouldn't have turned his back.He moves away from the stunning beauty and toward Reese. He says nothing listening as the information pours from his mouth like water down a river. Nefario glares as he hadn't saved the halfling from this comfortable hell and was already being lied to.
"Mine's Nefario. and yeah, we will be getting you guys out." He doesn't put down his blood soaked dagger. Nefario stays at the ready and tenses a bit more as Garion seems to be taken aback. "You two can walk out of here with us safe and sound, the second I smell treachery, I don't ask questions. we clear, Reese?" making the statement and the decision to address him as Reese from here on out. "Now miss, as nice as you are to behold, you mind putting your clothes on so Garion can pick his jaw off the ground? Also what are we going to do about the other prisoners? They either need to come with us or be put out of their misery, the crying one with a tentacle has me concerned.
He eyes the halfling across from him and gives him a once over for weapons.
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All it takes is one candles flame to send the shadows in all directions. We must shine brightly, and even brighter still. If the shadow is to be cast out,We must not just stand upon our wick,But cast ourselves to the ground, stand upon the tender. Rise lightkind and burn. Burn brighter still.
Doomed Hero
Spell Energy / Taint +11/-4
The other halfling, Reggie, shakes his head. "Can't do nothing for them, pal. Most of them are kept alive by the Legate. They'd die within days without him fixing all the weird things that go wrong with their bodies. Most of the rest, crazy. They'd be grateful up until the point where they had an episode, and then they'd try to eat you, and some of them can sprout mouths from places you'd really rather they didn't."
"Saw that when we were on our way in." Garion nods, "Nefario already put the two things in the bowls out of their misery."
The halfling whistles low. "Really? Man, that's cold. Necessary though, I guess. Means we gotta get out of here fast though. Someone in the guard room is going to notice sooner or later that security's been breached."
"What? How would they notice?" Garion asks.
"Because you killed them." Reggie says, gesturing out the door into the hall.
"I don't get it." Garion says looking over his shoulder toward the bowls.
"See those cords going up to the ceiling? The ones they got instead of heads?" Reggie asks, pointing, "Their lips are on the other side of it. Those cords run into the guard rooms upstairs. Those little strings that run all over the place are like our skin, kind of, only you know how if you peel back a few layers when you scrape it on something, the only thing it registers anymore is pain? It's like that. Anything touches them or brushes up against them, those poor souls feel it like someone was playing the fiddle with their nerves. Scream so loud we can sometimes hear it down here."
Garion looks horrified. "Those two...the Legate....he turned them into a....living...alarm...?" He trails off.
Reggie nods. "And now that they ain't making any noise, we should probably get the hell out."
Jack Chick, Abdul Alhazred, and Aleister Crowley walk into a bar...
"Lovely, Well on that note lets move." He glances to the looker. "You dressed and ready to go lady?" His glance toward her direction would verify things one way or another. another glance at Garion. " Well mate, you keep the kids moving and I am going to wait at the other door in case I need to greet the security." not worried about the red strings any more he runs toward the other door getting in place to get a the drop on those that would stop them.
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Baden's Bluff, Arc of Zimra, Fall
"...what the hell do I hire you bunch of useless boro-lovers for! We can't even get out the damn gate before your incompitance ruins me? You! Yeah, you! I know you've got more muscles than brains, so let me talk you through this... GET MY BLOODY WAGON OFF THE GROUND SO WE CAN GET THIS DAMN WHEEL FIXED!! The brace bar goes here! Not there! HERE! You put it there, you're going to crack the beam, and then I kill you and use your bones to build my next wagon! Now LIFT you idiot!"
Wendle had been going off for the better part of five minutes. Every time something seemed to finally be going right, something else would go wrong. First it was the wheel. Then it was a bent axle brace. When the cart tipped, crates had gone everywhere, cracking them and spilling bolts of cloth and earthenware vials of salt and spices everywhere. Even passers-by and other teamsters were beginning to help with the clean up, either out of pity, kindness, or self-interested desire to get the damn wagon out of the road and out of their way.
The Judicator manning the gate and inspecting outgoing travelers was looking less patient by the minute. He was staring daggers at the loud little gnome at the center of the chaos, but so far had not left his post. He was, however, distracted, so when another long haired, cloaked erenlander joined the chaotic mass of people trying to get the wagon righted and repaired, he didn't notice.
But the massive Dorn single-handedly levering up the wagon, did.
wolfen_child
Insurgent Spy
Eirik almost winced at the amount of chaos and noise rising up from the gnomish man. He took note of the passers-by, attempting to clean up the mess scattered across the street. How many of these people were a part of this ruse?
His eyes were drawn to the Dornish man who propped up the cart. He was most likely the "big guy" that his most recent contact had instructed him to check in with. Eirik waved to him, stepping in to collect the the scattered goods.
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Sholano
Bane of Legates
The giant Dorn grunted at Wendle, used to the Gnome's abrasive attitude. He may only have been around the little trader a short time, but it had been a learning experience. You could either do what the crusty Gnome wanted, or endure a haranguing that would go on for hours. Dorin had been kneeling in the road with some of the others, trying to load the damn crates back up, but here was something he could do without fumbling his way through Wendle's precious goods. He placed a thick hand on the shoulder of one of the two men struggling with the brace bar, and the smaller man moved aside, taking his helper with him. "Lift. Right." Cracking his neck, he stepped over and heaved up on the thick brace bar with one arm, wrenching the wagon a foot or two off the street, inadvertently spilling another box or two.
He waved back at the Erenlander with his other hand, motioning him towards the newly spilled goods back at the back of the cart. He only barely seemed to pay any attention to the newcomer, not really bothering to note another helper.
"Somebody load the damned boxes already." Then, as if remembering himself, Dorin got another arm on the bar and hiked it up another couple feet. "Take your time."
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"You want me to what?! ... Gimme a minute."
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The Erenlander nods in acknowledgement, moving his way through the scattered cargo to settle the most recently spilled goods in a stack. Wouldn't do any good to load everything back on again if the wheel wasn't settled. It would simply lead to more cargo being spilled across the cobbled streets and, he imagines, more yelling from the gnomish taskmaster. His green eyes shifted around the gathered crowd and cargo as he stacked more boxes, quickly tucking things back into spilled crates.
He eyes the massive Dorn again, eyebrow arched. "Do you... want some help?" He doubted it, judging by the ease with which the Northman held up the cart.
Dorin blinks at the words in Norther, slightly surprised, and replies gruffly in Trader's. "No. If you must help, do it in the back, out of my way."
He gives the Erenlander a pointed glance as he emphasizes the phrase, tossing his head in the right direction. The motion shrugs his shoulders and jostles the cart again, threatening to spill more of the cargo.
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"Less talk more work!"
The gnome continues his tirade. He points from person to person, regardless of whether they are actually working for him, or if they're just helpers off the street.
"You two, stack those crates at the back. You, squinty, and you with the lips, collect up the stuff that fell out. You three, open up that sail cloth and start putting the stuff that broke out of the crates on top. Can't salvage the broken stuff, so we'll have to contain it in something else. You, give me a hand with this wheel. Meathead, six more inches up. You-" he yells at Eirik "Get in the back and keep what's left in there from shifting around. He can take the weight. You two, if you're going to watch, you're going to work, now get your asses over here, or get lost before I break another crate over your useless heads!"
He grunts as he helps lift the replacement wheel and get it onto the axle. As he does he says low to Dorin "my nephew still have the Hobbo's attention?"
The annoyed Judicator looks back and forth from the mess to the tiny, garish gnome youth talking a league a moment and flashing stacks of transport writs and permissions, asking questions and generally doing an expert job of getting underfoot.
The big man cast a lazy glance over at the Judicator and the younger Gnome occupying his time, trying to pass off the look as simple boredom. "Seems that way," he replied to Wendle, in the same low tone, "He's getting the ugly thing pretty annoyed." He snorted. "Your nephew seems to have a talent for that."
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Wendle smirks, almost imperceptibly. "Aye, that he does." and then bends to look at the line of the axle. "She's good." He says a little louder. "You, Ugly, and you, Uglier, get that wheel on before the human boro here shits himself."
As the pair of stocky teamsters lift and grunt while the massive Dorn continues to stoicly hold the weight of the entire cart, the ascerbic gnome seems to be everywhere at once. As soon as the cart settles on it's new wheel Eirik and another lanky erenlander are ushered into the back of the cart to act as a catcher. Spilled crates and newly-filled bundles begin quickly filling up the wagon. Wendle himself jumps up, kicking out the lanky erenlander, yelling "You're too damn big and too damn dumb to stack these crates right" Get the hell out! Go check the animals!"
It quickly becomes apparent that the gnome is actually piling the crates and bundles around Eirik in such a way as to wall him in completely. He never makes eye contact, but he does occasionally gesture and point. In the end, Eirik is perplexed to find himself sitting fairly comfortably inside a narrow coffin-like enclosure of wood and fabric.
A muffled voice whispers "You better not be claustrophobic. Now don't make a sound."
Wendle yells at teamsters, the cart jostles as he thunks himself down. A moment later the cart lurches forward displacing one of the sacks down heavier onto eirik's head. He tries not to move or shift as a new voice, muffled, but speaking with the unmistakable crispness and slight serpentine lisp of a hobgoblin joins the chorus.
"Finally....for inssspection.....gnome."
"What? You already saw every damn thing I have! It's been all over the ground for an hour?! Kid, you showed him the writs, right?"
"Yes, Uncle."
"Then what's the hold up? You can't really expect me to take everything back out again so you can look at it? Look, just climb in, look around, poke whatever you want, and let me get the hell out of here."
"Fine...contraband would...ssspotted. You ...go...Isssrador...keep you."
"Yeah, you too."
The cart lurches forward once more, bouncing and jostling. Time crawls by. Nature's call gnaws at the Erenlander trapped in the back, and finally boxes begin to move. A gnomish face pops up above him.
"You coming out, or what?"
Eirik rushes to help in piling boxes up, following the gnomes gestures, startled for a moment when the other Erenlander is sent out of the cart until he takes note of the boxes piling around him. The gnomish trader was certainly crafty. He'd expected as much from the - no doubt - smuggler, but perhaps in not such a sublimely subtle manner.
He chuckles silently at the whispered words. No, he was not claustrophobic, certainly. He was more afraid of the wide open city than the comfort of the surrounding boxes. He flinches as the sack jostles onto his head, holding his breath and the bag over his shoulder as the stilted Trader's Tongue spilled from the rotted tongue.
Just go away... Just go away...
He doesn't breath again until the sounds of the city are far behind him, too frightened to move even to relieve the pressure on his bladder. He's proud that he doesn't squeak when the gnome pokes his head in the back, but he does jump.
"Yes," he nods, shifting the boxes carefully, worried about drawing the ire from his carrier should he spill his cargo. He ignores the kinks in his back and neck, settling the sack which had been draped over him to the floor and climbs to the back of the cart, inhaling the fresh air.
"How long have we been... traveling?" He cocks his head, asking the gnome in slightly awkward Trader's Tongue. He studies his surroundings, trying to gauge the time of day.
"About three hours." Wendle replies, helping Eirik out of the back and up onto the bench seat where the big Dorn was holding the reins to the Boros trudging along the road.
"Welcome to rest of the world." The gnome says settling into place. "Just so we're clear on a few things, it's my job to get you to safety for a while. It's his job-" the says with a thumb towards the big dorn "-to keep you safe. I'm just going to be dropping you off with some family in the mountains, then I've got to get back to work. Him you're stuck with. I don't really know what the big deal is, but the right people said the right things and more of the court jumped than anything i've ever seen. I have my suspicions as to why, but I don't really want to know. The less I know about anything, the better. Him though, I wouldn't doubt if he knows more about you than you do. We've got some stops to make and some other folks to pick up. Seems there's a lot going on right now and it's all laid itself in my lap, so we have to get you acting right as soon as possible. Rule one: You do exactly what I say, when I say to do it, without question. We might not be on the water, but this wagon is my ship and I'm the captain. Some things I say might not make sense at the time, but you will hop to. You can ask questions later. Rule two: officially, you're hired help. Act the part. Keep your mouth shut and your head down. I'm not going to ask you if you understand. I'm Wendle and this is Dorin. What do we call you?"
The fair-haired Erenlander settles in between the Dorn and the gnome. They are like a set of stairs - from smallest to largest. The comparison would be amusing if it weren't for the panic still fluttering about his stomach.
'The rest of the world...' the words echo in his head and he's not quite sure how to feel about them. He listens intently to the rest of the verbose gnomes speech, replaying the words in his head. He glances at the large Dorn who had remained silent. "My name is Eirik. Well met," he nods to each in turn. "I think I can manage to be tight-lipped. Am I going to have to hide in the cart again?" the wildlander arches an eyebrow.
Dorin, sitting still and quiet during Wendle's speech, unexpectedly tosses his head back and barks a laugh to the sky, sudden mirth taking him at Eirik's obvious trepidation. "Ha! That you might, if we're unlucky. But," and here he gives the smaller man a hearty slap on the back, "It's a damn sight better than the other choices!" He chuckles to himself at his own humor, shaking his head.
Eirick winces at the sharp clap against his spine, jostling his upper body. He smiles uncertainly at the larger man, coughing. "Suppose that's true. Better sweating like a pig then writhing on the end of a goblin pike like one." The reticent wildlander grimaces, rubbing his middle unconsciously.
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The road rolls on before them. It is strange. After so long in Baden's Bluff, where the limestone cobbles were so worn and cracked they all seemed to blend together, and where the stonework was either ancient dwarven-make (and so never seemed to break down, but was so old that if it did, it would be impossible to repair) or post-war manufacture (and so was needing repairs within a few years of construction, but never got it, and so was now being held together with mud and hope), Eirik expected something similar. This was not, in any way, what he was used to.
The road was wide enough for four wagons to travel side by side. It was hard-packed earth, smooth and clear of any debris or foliage. It was very well maintained, but possessed not an ounce of the artistry that normally went along with expert craftsmanship. Every mile or so was a small guard tower manned by attentive hobgoblins. The road was busier than he expected as well. At least a dozen wagons had passed them headed north, and one long line of marching orcs coming from the south had taken so long to pass them that even Wendle had lost his gambler's-face and raised an eyebrow.
They tromped along in perfect unity, hobnailed boots shaking the ground around them. They packed their shields and massive war-blades on their backs. Their armor was heavy plates sewn onto leather. The construction was simple and quick to manufacture, and the soldiers had added their own touches to them. These orcs wore no helms. For most their hair was shaved on the sides and swept back into a tall flare. Their faces were tattooed in the markings of warriors, and their armor painted with the same. They bore no pennants and marched under no discernible commander. They simply marched north, woe be it to their destination.
Wendle speaks low as they pass. "Blood Mother tribe. Lost count at five hundred. I'm guessing about eight. Haven't seen this many coming north in about twenty-five years. They don't ever come north in groups that big. Wonder what's going on..."
He makes a chitting sound to silence Eirik and Dorin before either of them can reply as a Warg-mounted pair of Hobgoblins come up on the wagon's left.
Eirik had heard of them, but never seen them before. The shadow's forces didn't bring the savage creatures inside the walls of the city. They were enormous. Like a short-haired mastiff the size of a donkey. Their short muzzles and powerful jaws gave them a perpetual bunch-faced snarl. They were thick too, barrel chests, with massive haunches and shoulders that moved differently than any dog he had ever seen. The muscles rolled under the short hair, bunching outward, giving the creatures a powerful, bear-like stride. The saddles the hobgoblins sat on rode just behind the things shoulders, with pegs and pads just under the seats so their legs did not hang. They were instead bunched beneath them, almost as if they were kneeling on the warg's broad backs. These were a different breed of hobgoblin.
In Baden's Bluff Hobgoblins were armed and armored more as a recognizable uniform than anything else. They wore short sleeved reinforced leathers designed to stop dagger thrusts and club blows. They carried leather-wrapped truncheons to quell the unruly, and shortswords, that were almost never pulled. Only an insignia on the chest distinguished the Judicators from the Guard or the Viziers.
These hobgoblins bore no insignia. Their armor was heavy studded leather that covered them from head to toe, only their yellow-brown fang-mouthed faces visible, with metal plates protecting the most vital areas. It looked like they had made the alterations themselves. The craftsmanship of the leather seemed militarily uniform, but the plates seemed added later, bound and sewn on with effective, but inelegant means. They carried short bows on their backs, carefully folded nets and wickedly curved sabers on their hips, and long, thin lances with two foot long leaf-bladed spear-heads tucked into stirrup-sheathes low on their strange saddles. These hobgoblins were not here to promote social order. These hobgoblins had bent their kind's natural inclination toward efficiency and innovation to a different task. These were the light cavalry of the Shadow's army. They had earned the right to ride and fight alongside Orcs and Oruks. They were blooded killers and they were looking right at the trio on the wagon.
"Sspare any water, tradesssman?" The closest one asks.
Wendle doesn't miss a beat. "Aye, you lads look like you could use it. You," he says, backhanding Eirik's arm without looking away from the hobgoblins. "Climb in the back. Get a one of the big bladders to refill these soldier's skins."
Eirick watches as the road before him passes under the cart. It was different than what he was used to in Baden's Bluff. The wildlander allows his eyes to drift around, examining the other wagons as they passed by, his mind reeling with the possibilities of what could be hidden in the safety of the caravans.
With every guard's tower at every mile, the man's insides began to quiver. He keeps his eyes down, never making eye contact with the guards posted. The fear that one would take note of them gnawed at his stomach like a beast. The orcs passing in perfect silence causes the Erenlander's skin to crawl. It seemed unnatural that monsters of such violence could be so silent. Never in that many numbers? Eirick grits his teeth against the urge to question as the gnomish trader chittered at him.
The appearance of the well-armored hobgoblin cavalry almost gave rise to panic in his chest, but he steadied his breathing. They were a sight that he never could have imagined, even in his darkest dreams. These well-armored nightmares were enough to make his blood run cold. He was ripped from his thoughts as the gnome smuggler hit him. "Of course," he manages to croak out before slipping into the back. He does as instructed, testing each of the larger bladders, ensuring that the skin he presented to Wendle and thus the soldier of the shadow was full and more than satisfactory. He's careful when passing over the skin, keeping his head bent, eyes locking on his own feet. No reason in giving them a chance to harass us.
Wendle's subtle hand pushing back behind the fold of the covered wagon keeps Eirik safely in the back away from prying eyes. He takes the skin and hands it to the hobgoblin warg-riders.
"S'a lot of soldiers coming north. Don't they usually head south and then head towards one of the war fronts? Did we win somewhere?" The gnome says offhandedly.
The first cavalier takes a long pull off the skin and hands it to his partner.
"No. The warss drag on. These are headed to the Bluff. His Holinesss is disssatisfied with legate Csserano'ss performancsse in maintaining order." The hobgoblin says.
"Things seemed to be running pretty smoothly on my end. The Judicators never waste time. It's nice. Keeps me from missing my deadlines. Other cities don't work that way, humans make lousy organizers." Wendle says with obvious distain.
"Too many late or misssing ssupply shipmentss. We come to insstill martial law. Or perhapss jusst to threaten it." The second hobgoblin shrugs.
"Pretty well informed blokes. Most soldier never really seem to know where they're going or why. At least that's the way it is with the orcs I've talked to." Wendle says, risking the comparison.
"Orcss don't much care where they are going." The first says with a toothy smile. "Our kind underssstand the value of information."
"See, that's why I've always liked you folk better. Keep the skin fellas. And try not to let those grunts tear down my city. I've got to come back." Wendle nods and whips the boro forward as the hobgoblin soldiers wave in thanks and nudge their savage mounts back toward the north.
After about thirty seconds, wendle rubs his face and lets out a long heavy breath.
"Martial law..."
The serpentine tongue of the hobgoblins brought ice flowing through his veins, the information they shared with the old gnome terrifying him where he stood in the back, hidden from their eyes. Martial law...? What will happen to uncle? To be earnest, he knew his uncle was resourceful and clever. He would survive somehow, as he always did, but it didn't quell the urge to warn him somehow. He probably already knows...
He replayed the image of an unending line of orcs passing him along the road. What destruction could they cause to his home? Would he ever see it whole again?
Wendle's voice, seemingly turned inward rather than spoken towards the warg-riders, brings him out of his own reverie. He pokes his out of the back, glancing around. "Anything else, boss" he asks quietly, sticking to his cover.
"No." Wendle says. There is gravity and concern in his voice, and for the first time what must be the "real" Wendle shows through as he considers what he has just witnessed. After a hearbeat the gnome goes from his own thoughts back to the task at hand. Eirik can't see, but he can practically feel the mercurial gnome's attitude take on it's previous sardonic bent. "Get your butt back up here. If it were up to me, you'd just live in the back of the wagon until we're far enough away that the horizon had swallowed this place, but Dorin wants you to get a good look around. You're not going to have babysitters forever, and the more you learn now, the more likely it is that you won't be dead or worse later. Besides, I've got a delivery to make at Vorstuk, and I'm going to need you two to help with the lifting."
Dorin sits with his head turned towards the now far-off column, his burly arms crossed. He'd kept silent during the affair with the hobgoblins, as a good guard should, but now he growls audibly looking back at them, and his hands clench. He runs a hand through his short hair and grimaces, as if unhappy with what he finds there.
Eirik climbs back out of the wagon's depths, settling into his previous seat. He studies each of his traveling companions, unsure of what to make of their behavior. If he was honest with himself - which he made a habit of being - he agreed more with Wendle. He would certainly feel more comfortable out of sight. He recognized, however, the necessity of knowing about his surroundings. He didn't particularly enjoy the thought of being under someone's protective gaze for the rest of his, however short or long, life.
"Alright. How far are we from Vorstuk?" he asks mostly because he doesn't know what else to say and he finds the gnome's demeanor oddly comforting.
"Another three to four hours." The gnome relaxes the reins letting the boro plod along at their own pace and unrolls a floppygreen wide brimmed hat from inside his coat, pulling it low over his eyes to shade him from the bright afternoon sun. "Settle in."
The day's events catch up with him and somehow, in spite of himself, Eirik finds himself suddenly overwhelmed with fatigue...
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Durgis Rock, Arc of Zimra, Fall, Eirik's Dream
The old dwarf was angry. His stubby finger scratched the deep scar that angled down his forhead and rythmically thudded his clenched fist into the table before him. He took a swig of whatever was in the tankard before him and wiped the froth off his thick beard with one hand. He sighed long and deep.
"Ah get that, Dunkun, an' yer right. Ye yerself was th' one who said th' patrols were gettin' closer, but this must be done. That pass has'ta be unblocked within two arcs."
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Not only is it made out of milk glass, this terrific 1930's creamer also sports a silverplate handle and spout. To make things even better, it has a hand painted and embossed floral motif on it. You can see this creamer in my Etsy shop here.
Another great serving piece that you could find is this great nut dish.
This great nut dish was made in the 1950's by Westmoreland, and it sports a light blue satin mist color. The dish also has an enameled floral motif on it, and it could also double as a candy dish. You can see this dish in my Etsy shop here.
Cruets are perfect for your favorite salad dressing, and they can also be great to display on any table. This pair would be perfect to do both.
This pair was made by Hazel Atlas in the 1950's, and they sport a frosted look with a hand painted floral motif on them. You can see them in my Etsy shop here.
As a matter of fact, you can see all of the great glassware serving items in my Etsy shop here. Head on over and check them out!
All the different colors of glassware can make your head spin!
What are some things to remember to help pick out a vintage item instead of a reproduction?