The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

[TheRedLantern]

@iwatchus we missed our chance to post the bagpipe cover of AC/DC to the Z's Music Corner thread.

 

[Candy_Kane54]

It's a sunny but cold morning here. It will get into the 40s later today but it's not enough for me. I don't know, but I'm disliking winter more and more each year.

There's a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are all kinds of leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner on the counter, so help yourself.

I'll be over in the corner working on my story. I finally figured out how to finish my story (not the ending, just the rest of the story) and hope to have it ready for final editing by Sunday. Now to just buckle down and get it done ...

 

[Z_TheWriter]

@iwatchus we missed our chance to post the bagpipe cover of AC/DC to the Z's Music Corner thread.

Hey there's another day tomorrow. Y'all decided the theme was covers today, not me. You can just do it again tomorrow

 

[TheRedLantern]

Hey there's another day tomorrow. Y'all decided the theme was covers today, not me. You can just do it again tomorrow

You don't understand. We REALLY like bagpipes around here. Actually, I think it may just be me, but I love them enough for everyone.

(just kidding, it's just one of the recurring jokes that we came up with in this thread in one of our quirkier moods, but we DID find a very faithful cover of Thunderstruck by AC/DC done by a bagpiper, and it's legit good)

 

[Z_TheWriter]

You don't understand. We REALLY like bagpipes around here. Actually, I think it may just be me, but I love them enough for everyone.

(just kidding, it's just one of the recurring jokes that we came up with in this thread in one of our quirkier moods, but we DID find a very faithful cover of Thunderstruck by AC/DC done by a bagpiper, and it's legit good)

Incoming Scotland Forever...
Really though, bagpipes can be great, if used well by someone who can actually play them properly. They are just also one of the most annoying instruments in the world when used for that purpose - and I should know, I play the trumpet.

 

[TheRedLantern]

They are just also one of the most annoying instruments in the world when used for that purpose

Yes, that was actually my original intent with the bagpipes

 

[Omenainen]

I feel seen.

Hey, self-important old men deserve love too! Erotica for the rest of us, right? We each carry the torch our own way.

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

Un-finnished.

 

[sirhugs]

Incoming Scotland Forever...
Really though, bagpipes can be great, if used well by someone who can actually play them properly. They are just also one of the most annoying instruments in the world when used for that purpose - and I should know, I play the trumpet.

I love trumpets. Was bitterly unable to play one, but maintained my fascination.

 

[MillieDynamite]

I survived a day as a concession worker and ticket seller. I must say, I still got it! I went a bit off diet last night. I need a cup of morning brew.

 

[ColtonWrites]

Hey, self-important old men deserve love too! Erotica for the rest of us, right? We each carry the torch our own way.

I worked in elder care for almost 6 years. If I could make a decent living doing that I'd still be there. Loved that job.
And I fought for my residents to get alcohol and chocolate cake and cigarettes and access to porn. Because they're ADULTS and if you want those things you should be able to have them.

 

[Z_TheWriter]

I love trumpets. Was bitterly unable to play one, but maintained my fascination.

Sorry to hear you didn't get to play. I've been told that I declared confidently out of the blue that I wanted to play the Trumpet at 4 years old. No one knows where the idea came from.

 

[NotWise]

Sorry to hear you didn't get to play. I've been told that I declared confidently out of the blue that I wanted to play the Trumpet at 4 years old. No one knows where the idea came from.

At four? You might have wanted to make a loud noise.

 

[Z_TheWriter]

At four? You might have wanted to make a loud noise.

I mean I see your point, but on the other hand, I held to it for years until I was old enough to be allowed to play. There are lots of ways to make loud noises, especially at 4.

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

If there's a law that says you can't have two breakfasts in a day, I just broke it.

 

[Z_TheWriter]

If there's a law that says you can't have two breakfasts in a day, I just broke it.

Pippin would be proud

 

[NotWise]

I mean I see your point, but on the other hand, I held to it for years until I was old enough to be allowed to play. There are lots of ways to make loud noises, especially at 4.

It can be hard to say what drives kids. My youngest announced when she was nine that she was going to be a professional ballerina. We never expected that to happen, and I really wanted her to go to college, but we gave her the opportunity.

She danced professionally for six years. Now she owns and operates one of the biggest dance studios in Chicagoland. She makes more by the hour giving private lessons than I ever made in consulting.

She's totally type A.

 

[MrPixel]

Holy cow! I didn't roll out of bed until 11:00! Sleeping really hard, I guess. And I wasn't up all that late last night! (Oh. Now I remember. I took my sleeping pill with a double Irish cream. Don't do that. One or the other, not both. )

Finished two stories yesterday. The personal queue is stacking up again, and they have be uploaded in order. The latest is the result of a plot bunny from the thread about body counts. It starts out as a total comedy but turns quite serious when somebody said something they shouldn't've to someone not in the "inner circle". It risks collapsing the universe.

There are all kinds of leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner on the counter, so help yourself.

There are none... NONE... in our house. So I have no idea what we're going to do for lunch.

 

[MrPixel]

I love trumpets.

You guys are making me think of a late friend, a retired professional trumpet player in our symphonic winds group. He was also into big-band jazz, and was a prolific arranger of jazz charts.

I clearly recall him joking with me about the band-music trope of writing oboe cues for "muted trumpet", since oboists in semi-pro and amateur ensembles tend to be few and far between. ("Cues" are typically notes to play if that particular instrument is missing.) He kidded about itching to write an arrangement where the oboe part had cues to substitute for muted trumpet. Like a band without plenty of trumpets was ever going to happen.

 

[LillianDevereux]

Looking at my author activity, ALL of the people who favorited me havent commented or favorited a story. Not sure what to make of that, if theres anything to make of it. Other than all of my stories featuring queer men, there's not a lot of common ground I'm just going to keep writing what I like and let the audience figure it out, I guess.

FAVOURITE COMMENTS AND STORIES: Your words: ”I Chose Him” are now ringing into my ears. It’s because we all have a certain Marcus in our life and reliving our pent-up memories of someone who always stoked our fantasies and escapades. For me: The sway of her hips. The click of her heels on the wooden-floors. The tight press of her crotch against the lycra-spandex girdle that pulled her curves into compliant shape. She peevishly smoking a cigarette, grinding her hips slowly and methodically to the strippers' beat of 'Tequila' that blasted from the juke's speakers into the crowded, smoky room. Her puffy pink coated lips sucking colored stains on the filter of her cigarette, and the smoke curled from her lips like slutty little sex snakes.

Marti. I liked her name, Marti, a tough boyish name that promised access to every sinful fantasy I had harbored. Her heavily lashed eyes weighted with mascara read my mind with practiced ease. Her slacks were so tight that the side zipper of her girdle painted a sharp line along her right hip. Welcome to Peg's Place on Geary Street. Loud music. Smoke. The hard dancing press of people in the bars crowded backroom moving and dry-fucking. Life has a mysterious way of turning around on itself and biting its own tail. Perhaps I should put on my red angora sweater and drive to her apartment in Alameda, across the Bay. To thank her for our special moments

 

[NotWise]

I came across yet another photo to feed my intrigue in the 1920s.



The model is Sylvia Sidney, born in 1910 and photographed in 1928 by Apeda studios. She had a long acting career and passed away in 1999.

 

[stickygirl]

I have to repeat this...
Was standing next to a goth at the traffic lights and they opened up their umbrella. I honesty shat meself because I thought they were turning into a bat

 

[Z_TheWriter]

I have to repeat this...
Was standing next to a goth at the traffic lights and they opened up their umbrella. I honesty shat meself because I thought they were turning into a bat

The glamour broke for just half a second.

 

[MrPixel]

The model is Sylvia Sidney, born in 1910 and photographed in 1928 by Apeda studios. She had a long acting career and passed away in 1999.

Interesting. I just searched images for Sylvia, and was "...hmm..." at her transition from cute to sultry. Thinking back on the many images of attractive ladies from that era, the sultry look must have been the standard for "sexy" in the first half of the 20th century. The natural look that emerged in the 1960s seems to have been the dividing line.

Even more interesting, @stickygirl 's comment about goth makes me think that goth is an edgy restatement of sultry. Was never a fan of sultry, I don't care how "attractive" the person underneath was, I found it contrived and off-putting. Goth, however... geez. One of my favorite models is goth, Maria Amanda Schaub. She's gorgeous. (Also totally revealing my attraction to Scandinavian blondes. Like my wife. And my first wife. And a girlfriend between the two.)

 

[LillianDevereux]

The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

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The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room #9

Come on in. We serve coffee but remember it only comes in black. The beans are ground by the little Japanese girl who lives upstairs using her bike racing trainer bike. The dragon keeps the water hot. If you have a new story you're proud of, post a link. Post a link even if you're not proud of it. It'll give everyone something to talk about. Thank you and welcome aboard.

KAFFEEKLATSCH: Coffee here I understand only comes in black. The beans are ground by a little Japanese girl who lives upstairs. Perhaps I will be given the opportunity in meeting her sometime? I imagine that she may be wearing a deep blue jumper with a matching blue skirt that could easily be mistaken for a Japanese schoolgirl's uniform and with her eyes of a light curious brown riding steadily above her high cheekbones.

OUT OF CONTEXT: Today I am haunted by my memories. They demand my time. I now remember with absolute faithfulness every clang of the train's wheels as the cars pulled from the platform heading north through the night to Osaka. On the empty platform beneath I now see the huge Japanese characters spelling 'Sannomiya Eki' and which are now with me. Ghosts gibber and whisper. They need my attention to grow stronger.

KENJI AND MR. TAKAHARA: Even though it had been years since I was last in Kobe, I remember a restaurant run by a Mr. Takahara. I would love to see if he still worked there, but he would not remember me. It was a wonderful place where a Gaijin like me can go and order a large plateful of 'gyoza' for only 350 yen! This is where I would always meet with Kenji. Once I said my last goodbye and once out the door I didn’t look back. If I looked back I won't be able to leave again. I'll wanted to stay there with him in his small apartment on Sakaemachi Street. There were still so many things I wanted to say. So many things I wanted to ask. So many things I wanted to share…