I saw a blast furnace yesterday and it was easily one of the best trips of my life

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I saw a blast furnace yesterday and it was easily one of the best trips of my life
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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.
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Reading:
I'm reading many a book! Wide Open Town, a History of Queer San Francisco to 1964 by nan alamilla boyd. It's so good. It's thorough and thoughtful and thrilling to hear about queers and the ways we've met and existed. I'm enjoying it so much.
Also What Lies in the Woods by Kate Alice Marshall, The Wave In Pursuit of the Rogues Freaks and Giants of the Ocean by Susan Casey. Just recently finished Braiding Sweetgrass and I'm gonna be starting a book about queer forest stuff soon :)
Last Series:
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......................................
Last Film:
I think it was Rafiki (2018)! A Kenyan lesbian movie :) lesbians are always up to cute shit. I might be halfway through Kiki (2016), cool documentary. There was one morning at 5am I watched a bit of Obsession (2026) and freaked myself out.
Coffee or Tea:
Coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
But I'm not afraid of a bout of good tea :) good for the soul
Current projects:
Ohohohohohohohoho I'm so glad you askkkkked.
I'm doing a plant journal study rn where I go out and draw a plant and then learn everything I can about it and write it all down :3
I just finished dying and cropping these two wedding fits for me and my partner cuz the wedding demanded pastel high formal and I can't afford that so we thrifted a bunch of stuff and I made it work :D My partner's green stuff went splendidly and my purple stuff has gone ummmmmmmmmmm everything is purple now
I've got my scrapbook sketchbook always going, gotta put my birthday and pride stuff in there at the moment
Been meaning to get around to stretching a specific patchwork fabric onto a canvas frame and painting on it but I can't quite get the frame right...
Been painting a buncha patches cuz I wanna get into this trans pride market so like raccoons dumping over trash cans, strange selkies, bear catching fish fish fear me women want to be me, odd deer, lynx, sea lion GET LOUD, the likes
The garden is a huge project. Trying to turn my deck into like a real environment is a strange and mischief related experience...
I've been decking out the gaytrans bathroom in my house, it's been fun
Ok! Tagging!
Let's get some random mutuals in here @hajstra @brandybradyrandyandyndy @magipi @greenshroomtea @terkaterr @mothnoodle @gecko-vibes u have been chosen from my beautiful notes. no pressure tho byeee
what is your light? ✨
Costume appreciation series: The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1994) dir Stephan Elliott
Costume Design by Tim Chappel and Lizzy Gardiner
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The thing is, I’m not even particularly opposed to Egyptian artefacts being in museums around the world. I really am not, I’m a firm believer as an Egyptian that the entirety of the ancient world is all of our shared history as a species, none of it is more ‘mine’ than it is yours, or anyone’s. I think it can get really reactionary and bourgeois really fast when people allow themselves to get nationalistic and territorial about their people’s ancient past and accomplishments, and we’ve seen firsthand how appeals to ancient greatness and sowing nationalism that way can be deployed to distract the people from their depreciating material conditions under an imperialist-installed regime. But it’s not all without context is it. The fact artefacts from the history of the imperial periphery specifically are scattered across the globe is not a phenomenon that came to exist by happenstance and in a vacuum. The fact that like only 9 out of the 29 obelisks discovered in Egypt are still on the continent isn’t because Europe just started sprouting granite pillars in the 19th century. So every time I read about some new ancient Egyptian exhibit somewhere half the world away, my first thought will always be “I wonder which era of colonial plunder they got this one from.” Which kind of poisons the well a bit
furiously searching online "what do animals do out in a rainstorm" while it's raining
nobody worry too much because they all produce various oils and have different densities of fur to keep them dry and warm as well as seek out shelter under thick vegetation
Many places have a "forest that shouldn't be entered." Even people who are used to working in the mountains feel there is something there. They are suddenly overcome with fear and it becomes the custom to avoid certain places. These places exist. I don't know what is there, but I think they are real . . . The world is more than we can fathom with our five senses. The world doesn't exist just for humans. So I think it is all right to have such things. This is why I think it's a mistake to think about nature from the idea of efficiency, that forests should be preserved because they are essential for human beings . . . I am concerned, because for me the deep forest is connected in some way to the darkness deep in my heart. I feel that if it is erased, then the darkness inside my heart would also disappear, and my existence would grow shallow.
Hayao Miyazaki, “Totoro Was Not Made as a Nostalgia Piece” in Starting Point: 1979-1996
It's my cat's birthday (anniversary of me getting him) so I told him the story of his life while petting him real good
Highlights include:
For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.
Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.
Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.
I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.
I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.
Now you've lived with me for five years. Five is like the number of toe beans on one of your feet. When I clip your nails five is when we're halfway done. But we're hopefully not even halfway done with how long we get to be together. I'm gonna have to figure out new ways to help you count.
Actually I've decided this is a poem
Serrated, 1.71" Juvenile Megalodon Tooth - South Carolina
Pekka Halonen (23 September 1865 Lapinlahti – 1 December 1933 Tuusula) Finnish
Erämaa ~ Wilderness 1899
Oil painting 110 cm × 55 cm
Art Museum of Tampere, Finland
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Did you know you can go to most any art museum website and search their digital collection be keyword, like "ghost"? Because you can! People have been doing art about ghosts and death and madness for a long time!
Everyone go look up something macabre, I'll go first:
"A Winged Skeleton Holding an Anatomical Drawing" by Jacques Gamelin, 1779. Etching and engraving on laid paper. Courtesy of the National Gallery of Art's digital collection.
"Kiyomori Sees Hundreds of Skulls at Fukuhara" from “New Forms of 36 Ghosts”, 1890
Tsukioka Yoshitoshi
Woodcut. Collection of Arthur R. Miller, New York, courtesy of the Memorial Art Gallery, Rochester.
The Ghost of Caesar with Brutus, from Julius Cesar [drawing], 1880
Alexandre Bida
Black chalk, with white chalk, on blue paper
Courtesy of the Morgan Library's digital collection
Death on the Electric Wire, #2 | Detroit Institute of Arts Museum
Figurines of mice greet the visitors on the steps of the temple of Apollo in Turkey.
The temple was built during the 2nd century B.C., in the Troas region. It is dedicated to Apollo Smintheus (Lord of mice). The friezes of the temple depicted the war, which Homer recounted in his epic Iliad. In the epic itself, Apollo invoked as Smintheus is a terrific plague bringer.
Miniature statues of mice are now being placed to the stairs of 2,000 years old temple. "They are real-size figurines of mice. We have 73 figurines in the first stage, but 100 more will be made", says Professor Coşkun Özgünel, the head of the excavations in the field. "Visitors of the temple are very surprised by the mice. They show great interest in the figurines. They take photos and share them on social media. This interest made us very pleased.”