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My new fanfic for my very cool OC's that have escaped the castleverse.
Hope y'all enjoy♥️
THE DRIVE
Chapter I
What the fuck am I doing? Raine thought, on the eighth hour of this godforsaken drive. He was tired, hungry, scared beyond belief. Daniel was too but he could actually sleep as he sat in the backseat. Dan had insisted on driving multiple times but Raine needed someone to be able to stop Anthony if he woke up.
The storm had started only 30 minutes ago but it was already making driving difficult. He could barely see, and he definitely couldn’t hear anything over the harsh rain and loud thunder. This was insane.
The nearest Vampire Help and Living Facility or VHLF was in Michigan. A 10 hour drive from his home in Omaha. Sure there were others around closer to them but the one in Michigan was the closet known facility and frankly the safest.
Daniel suddenly spoke up, “Isn’t this the town?” He asked.
“What? No it can’t be,” Raine quickly responded before looking at the dash and seeing that it 5:00 not 4:00. Had it really been nine hours? He looked back up at the and saw the sign. “Urbandale” it read, such a stupid name. “Shit.”
“Take a left up here. It should be close,” Dan instructed.
“He’s still asleep, right?” Raine asked.
“Yep, he’s still good but he is movin’ a bit,” He responded.
“Kay,” Raine turned and Daniel was correct it was right there. He quickly parked in the parking lot before getting out and moving around to the passenger side of the truck. He slowly opened the car door before Dan showed next to him so he could help pull Anthony out of the car.
RIP 🙏 he played bass for the Concert in Central Park as well as Hearts and Bones and One Trick Pony (among others--he has a very long and impressive resumé).
Anthony Jackson, the legendary session bassist credited with creating the contrabass guitar, has died at the age of 73 following a battle wi
RIP Anthony Jackson. Rest in groove Maestro.
We are deeply saddened to learn of the passing of Anthony Jackson — one of the most visionary and influential bassists in the history of our instrument.
Anthony’s impact extended far beyond the notes he played. He pioneered the concept of the six-string “contrabass guitar,” revolutionizing the role of the electric bass in art, jazz, funk, and beyond.
For the team at Fodera, Anthony’s partnership from the earliest days touched us deeply. Back in 1984, we began our collaboration by building prototypes and signature models that embodied his vision — models like the “Presentation” and “Presentation II.”
His legacy is woven into our DNA:
• His ambition and creativity inspired bespoke innovations at Fodera.
• His musical voice lent purpose to the way we think about design, craftsmanship and tone.
• His spirit of relentless exploration encouraged our team to never be satisfied with the status quo.
We extend our deepest condolences to his family, to his admirers around the world, and to everyone whose life was touched by his music. We will honor him by continuing the pursuit of excellence in our craft — inspired by the example he set.
Rest in power, Anthony. The bass world is forever richer for your contributions.
— The Fodera Team
Source: Fodera Guitars
Anthony Jackson played the iconic bassline on The O’Jays’ song “For the Love of Money”. He was only 20 years old when he recorded it, and the bassline was so influential that he received a co-writing credit for the track.
Rest in Power, King 👑🕊️🎸🎶
Long Live the Culture✊🏽✊🏽
I stumbled on to this, after a series of video skips, searching for Jazz Fusion albums.
Once the video started, I thought 'Oh, it's that extra smile pianist'.
After a few seconds, "Wait! Is that Anthony Jackson on bass? Oh man!"
After a few more seconds "Oh man! Is that Simon Philips on drums? Goodness!"
(Slow churning in my head) "What is this going to be like? Is there some big shot keyboardist too?" (I forgot Hiromi was already on piano.)
Still trying to grasp the music, thinking "Nice. This seems similar to some Michel Pettruciani type of music, which I tried to follow years back - and couldn't..."
It' s been worth expanding my understanding listening to these greats doing what they (can) do (and maybe most followers of their music understand - I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. And that's still OK). Respect to the fans too!
By the way, that location in Japan (hills and all) - beautiful. Reminds me of some parts of Seattle.
Some Latin jazz here, and this is pretty heavy…
With the phenomenal and famed Anthony Jackson on bass!!! And excellent pianist in Michel Camilo.
Smokin’ drummer but I don’t know his name, and now that I listen more closely, I hear him holding a rhumba clave with his left foot throughout a lot of this. Talk about limb independence.
Passion!!!