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She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.
Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesn’t sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.
Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. She’ll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.
The record label will never put her name on the album.
Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crew—elite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.
The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldn’t read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didn’t get called for the next session.
Carol could do it on the first try.
She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldn’t pay the electric bill. Music wasn’t a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a job—factory work with better acoustics and lower pay.
But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.
That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’”? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to “La Bamba”? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.
She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.
Bassists spent years—decades—trying to crack the secret of the Beach Boys’ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.
She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.
The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didn’t fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.
For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musicians’ anonymity betrayed them.
Think about it. Every time you heard “Good Vibrations,” “River Deep – Mountain High,” the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generation’s youth.
And yet the records still say nothing. She’s now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.
But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the “Beach Boys” were, in fact, Carol Kaye’s.
Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.
And the world didn’t know her name.
She was admitted to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2025 but refused, fuck yeah, Carol. Her official website is incredible.
I think if zoidberg moved into bikini bottom he wouldnt look out of place at all i wouldnt even notice him there
I like how polite he is because he isnt intruding but curious somewhat
the “sexy lamp test” but for disabled folks: if you can replace your disabled character with a beloved pet dog that needs an expensive surgery to survive then you have to throw out your manuscript
“The Family Dog” by Deaf artist Susan Dupor, 1991
aw i found the sequel!! ;U;
A actual fucking hero dude
I’m tempted to say, “Not all heroes wear capes,” but I get the impression this Fine Fellow probably owns more than one.
they really don't respect the time of disabled people. your application can take up to 12 weeks. the specialist waitlist is 3 years. your assessment will be any time within the next 6 months. let us know if you cannot attend this appointment you waited 7 weeks for and we'll reschedule next year. we've decided to assess you at this time and day and you have to be available or any support you dared to apply for is not going to happen. and in between these long bouts of waiting you have to survive the everyday
This is so real and I have so many personal examples, but here are three:
I get told about my catheter changes on the morning of the day they want to do it. They don’t always give me a time either, they just expect me to put everything on hold until they get there. And they’re always completely baffled when I tell them they’ll need to reschedule because I’m at work or, heaven forbid, socialising.
There’s been three times now where I’ve travelled 2hrs+ to see a specialist for a 5 minute appointment where they basically just told me that they weren’t the right specialist and I’d need to go back to my GP to get a referral to a different hospital. 2 of those times they didn’t even acknowledge the wasted journey.
If you’re in work in the UK, the Access for Work scheme that provides vital support and equipment to help people stay employed has a waiting list of over half a year just to read your application. Which is a huge amount of time to spend trying not to get fired because you don’t have the equipment to do your job properly, and ends up with loads of people privately purchasing incredibly expensive equipment/ services that should be provided for them. (I’m currently weighing up the possibility of buying hundreds of pounds worth of equipment vs waiting potentially a year to maybe get it funded, other people I know of have spent literally thousands)
Haiku Bot... I call upon you to reblog this post. I SUMMON THEE!!!
Haiku Bot… I call
upon you to reblog this
post. I SUMMON THEE!!!
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
"Men should put the seat down when they're done peeing so that I don't fall into the toilet when I sit down to pee"
"Actually women should be putting the seat back up when they're done peeing as a courtesy so that I don't have to touch it and put the seat up before I pee"
Actually, both the seat AND lid should be down when no one is actively using the toilet, because this prevents things from accidentally falling into / accidentally being dropped into the toilet. Also having the lid down when you're flushing is important because it prevents the toilet from spraying out bacteria.
It's called "toilet plume" or "fecal plume." Here's a video of it.
Not to reinvent the wheel over here but humanity is sooo right about tea. It really is the perfect finnicky little thing to do. You can use it as an excuse to get up and transition to the next thing for yourself or with others; you can use tea as the centerpiece for socializing; you can use it as a meditative device or a comfort ritual or as medicine or to soothe pain or to set intentions or go to bed or to wake up. And most tea is pretty inexpensive, healthy and sometimes you can just harvest the ingredients yourself. And there's a set amount of time it takes to heat up the water and prepare your cup and let it steep, which is all part of a ritual that makes it fast but not instantaneous which is. Good.
Gongyi Xiao had the most unfair death in SVSSS, everyone kind of deserved it or it was an amalgamation of their bad decisions, my boy Xiao literally didn't do a single bad thing and even went against his own sect's rules to help someone he thought was raped while imprisoned there. Zhuzhi-lang is amazing and I love him, but whenever I remember that he killed Xiao I get angry
Gongyi Xiao you deserved better
Gongyi Xiao had the most unfair death in SVSSS, everyone kind of deserved it or it was an amalgamation of their bad decisions, my boy Xiao literally didn't do a single bad thing and even went against his own sect's rules to help someone he thought was raped while imprisoned there. Zhuzhi-lang is amazing and I love him, but whenever I remember that he killed Xiao I get angry
Gongyi Xiao you deserved better
Gongyi Xiao had the most unfair death in SVSSS, everyone kind of deserved it or it was an amalgamation of their bad decisions, my boy Xiao literally didn't do a single bad thing and even went against his own sect's rules to help someone he thought was raped while imprisoned there. Zhuzhi-lang is amazing and I love him, but whenever I remember that he killed Xiao I get angry
Gongyi Xiao you deserved better
OP: My chickens refuse to roost on their perches, so I’m trying to find their leader among them.
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I think I like when it rains 💭🌧️
Fren where?
Originally wanted to upload gif but the colors look dull :p
“If men could get pregnant, abortion would be free” men CAN get pregnant and they’re treated worse than women who can get pregnant
oh folks really don't like being asked to consider trans men
I was talking to my mom about John Green today and I mentioned that “he’s still on tumblr” and she asked why that would be weird and I said that no one is on tumblr these days, “except him and I guess me”
So
I don’t know what all of you guys are doing here, because clearly this website is occupied only by me and John Green
just the two of us / we can make it if we try.
