#sad faces

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Puppy Love ~

[nacht-durst]

a sad face, cause it’s a sad day

[rachniqueenluxy]

No make up and fresh out the shower selfie 💀

[hwajin-na-appreciation]

When he’s sad 😔

[misspeppermint2003]

Postman Pat sketches

I made some sketches of Pat Clifton in two pieces of papers in a month and 23 days and each one has six of them.

Left: Postman Pat sketch no. 1 (Black pen outlines) - 1st November 2022

Right: Postman Pat sketch no. 2 (Magic coloured marker pen outlines) - 24th December 2022

[fictionz]

I know you don't think it's a show. I don't doubt your emotions are real, but what's the point of all the sad faces and the gnashing of teeth? If you're not gonna change your behavior — and you won't — why not just skip the whole exercise? In the end, you're gonna hurt everyone around you. You can't help it, so stop apologizing and accept it, embrace it. Frankly, I'd have more respect for you if you did.

A little brotherly advice

[men-in-knights]

[musicaleuphony]

Charles Robert Watts was born June 2, 1941, in London. His father was a truck driver, his mother a homemaker.

Fascinated by drumming, he took apart a banjo when he was about 12 and used the head as a drum, playing brushes softly in a jazz style. His parents bought him a drum kit when he was 14, and he often played with his next-door neighbor, Dave Green, who became one of England’s top jazz bassists.

Beginning in the late 1980s, Mr. Watts returned to his early interest in jazz through recordings and concert appearances with groups ranging in size from five to more than 30. He lived on a country estate, where he and his wife raised horses. He had extensive collections of antiques and automobiles, even though he did not know how to drive.

But whenever the phone rang for a new Rolling Stones recording or tour, Mr. Watts was always ready to get back to rock-and-roll. He was the only member of the group, besides Jagger and Richards, to appear on every Stones album ever made.

Thin and wiry, with powerful forearms and callused fingers, Mr. Watts sat stone-faced behind the drums, as he aged from a hirsute ’60s rocker to a silver-haired master of percussion. He drew maximum sound from a minimal drum kit, consisting of one snare, a bass drum, two tom-toms, four cymbals and a high hat.

Mr. Watts was perhaps the most unassuming member of the Stones, seldom making headlines except when the band was on tour.

(Excerpts from The Washington Post)

I tip my hat to you, Charlie. Thank you for sharing your talent with the world.