Whoosh - Jack Standish
American , b. 1949 -
Egg tempera , 22 x 15.5 in.

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Whoosh - Jack Standish
American , b. 1949 -
Egg tempera , 22 x 15.5 in.
Finsbury Park night 2, July 2002
incredibly annoying when someone tells you to watch/listen to/read something that’s really good and you put it off for ages and then it’s really good
you are allowed to outgrow the version of yourself everyone else got comfortable with
I need to make something really elaborate and cool (doesn't move
the thing I love most about how tumblr users use tags is that it’s like what if a social media website had a footnotes system
it's 1pm at the marsh! come on down, we've got
𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹𝓈!!!
when the alchemists said that the key to immortality would be created from something ever-present yet overlooked and despised by fools yet cherished by the wise they were talking about wonderwall
noel just wants HIM‼️ and he’s totally not dissing the rest of the band or anything but on stage it’s only them two‼️
formative years? aren’t they all?
im literally always saying this
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the Liam Gallagher solo career does make me feel like I'm losing my mind a little bit. guy who was losing the breakup so so so so bad until he gets down on his hands and knees in the pouring rain and starts howling and pleading like a wounded dog and then all of a sudden HE’S WINNING? I can't possibly keep looking up his solo songs and saying "this one won't be about Noel/Oasis" and being wrong. touring the fucking world selling out stadiums solo all because he puts his face on that microphone and sings "why don't you come back to me / why don't you come back to me / why don't you come back to me"
— March 1994, London
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