#blues rock

[tyger-land]

Artwork by 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘁 - inspired by Robert Crumb - from the book Legends of the Blues (Abrams, 2013).

[music-is-my-life-man]

Jimi Hendrix drinking tea the day before he died, 1970

[hagenlastkiss]

Janis Joplin, Fillmore East, NYC, 1968

📷 Elliot Landy via MHG

[the-blueprint]

Feel those funky Vibes

[lizzyzzn]

Loki, the new dictator of France!

You've been laughing for over an hour.An entire hour.

Why? Because you can't stop watching TikTok reels of Loki ordering everyone around on the pitch, while the entire internet keeps making memes calling him France's newest dictator.

When Loki finally decides to see what's going on, and why you've been laughing so loudly that you're practically slapping the mattress, he walks into quite the scene.

You're sprawled across the bed, rolling from one side to the other, your face bright red and tears streaming down your cheeks from laughing so hard.

"What the hell is going on?" he finally asks, genuinely wanting to know what's so funny.

The only response he gets is you looking straight at him...

...and laughing even harder.

It takes you another five minutes to calm down enough to speak, still trying to catch your breath between little fits of laughter.

"I'm watching France's newest dictator," you manage to say.

Seeing the confused look on his face, you remember that he barely uses social media.

Without another word, you hand him your phone.

The video shows him walking across the field before kickoff, stepping on the grass to check where there was still too much water. He calls over one of the groundskeepers, points at the exact spot that needs fixing, waits while the excess water is removed, then walks back over and steps on the grass again to make sure it was done properly.

What catches his attention, however, isn't the video.

It's the music.

An AI-generated song repeatedly calling him a dictator.

"...People actually think I'm a dictator?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, though he's already starting to find the ridiculous song amusing.

"Well... they think you are on the field..."

Suddenly, you remember something.

You burst into laughter all over again as you frantically scroll through your phone.

"There it is!" You hand him another image.

It's an edited picture of him wearing a military general's uniform while that same AI song plays in the background.

Loki stares at it for a few seconds before simply rolling his eyes, the corner of his mouth curling into a small smile.

"I'm only called a dictator because I'm good." With that, he hands your phone back and leaves the room.

The second the door closes...

You collapse into another fit of uncontrollable laughter.

!!Extra!!

When France walks onto the pitch for another match, Loki instinctively searches the stands until he finds you.

The moment he does...

He notices you're trying incredibly hard not to laugh.

Confused, he follows your gaze.

Then he sees it.

Someone has brought an enormous banner featuring that exact edited picture of him dressed as a military general.

For a brief moment...

Loki is genuinely stunned by the sheer audacity of the fans.

Then he simply sighs. If they wanted to call him a dictator... Fine.

He'd give them another reason to make memes.

Without another thought, he turned back toward the pitch, silently deciding to remind everyone exactly who was in charge out there.

[shamansbluezz]

jim morrison by ed caraeff, hollywood bowl 1968.

[tinyuglyworld]

tuareg rock band, tinariwen

"The young Tinariwen are invited to a new camp near Tripoli. This camp was run by the MPA (Mouvement Populaire de l’Azawad), a Tuareg rebel movement fighting for a new independent state. There, they met a new group of aspiring musicians, including Kedou Ag Ossade (aka ‘Hiwaj’), Mohammed Ag Itlale (aka ‘Japonais’), Sweiloum, Abouhadid and Abdallah Ag Alhousseyni. Their music became interlinked with the cause – the Tuareg’s fight for education, independence and political freedom. Working from a makeshift rehearsal studio, they wrote and recorded songs, free for anyone who turned up at their door with a blank cassette tape. Through the exchange of cassettes – often dubbed copies, or copies of copies – Tinariwen’s songs of hope, struggle and exile spread through settlements and camps across the Sahara." source