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Whatnot Wednesday for #ThursdayDoors on a Hot August Night

Wednesday, August 13, 2026

Hello, everyone.  Right off the bat, I apologize for getting ahead of Thursday Doors.  It helps me on a few different levels if I stick to my Wednesday/Weekend posting schedule.  Last week, I mentioned that throughout August I’ll be sharing about book Brother Love: A Crossroad.  (Click here for that post because it will tell you more.) I also said that Dan Antion made a lot of great photos to illustrate the blog version of this story.  Those photographs included some doors.  So today I’m taking you on a tour of my fictional 1950s town, Parlement, Mississippi via Dan’s photos.

Here’s a bit about that house in the words of Birdie Devovo, the heroine:

My house sat in a triangle between ways at a crossroads.  There was a street in front and another road in back.  There were also any number of old trails that intersected there.  Old superstitions about the crossroads abounded.  My mother had been able to get the house because no one else would have it.  I kept it because I had nowhere else would have it.

Oh, that screen door is part of a suspenseful scene…

Doug Armstrong’s voice sounded as spooked as I felt.  The big man’s voice had the slightest quiver.  His fist banged on the screen doorframe again. I extricated myself from my hiding spot under the kitchen table before Armstrong broke the poor excuse for door.

Like most small southern towns, there were churches.  They’re mentioned in the story, but the one that comes into the plot is the traveling tent revival:

Earlier that day, sitting in my little house at the crossroads, I listened to the sharp crack of a bat hitting a baseball from the ballgame that had started up in the field next to the African Methodist Episcopal Church.  People cheered their teams and made happy sounds. From the other side of the tracks, I heard the bell of the First Methodist Church up in the town.  When the breeze was right, I could hear the Wurlitzer organ as the choir practiced. Folks were excited about that organ.  I preferred the sound of their old piano.

The two churches were on either side of the town.  The crossroads lay between the two.  Nobody from either of them ever came to the house at the crossroads.  Neither group wanted anything to do with Birdie Devovo.

This abandoned diner didn’t make it into the story, but there would have been a diner somewhere in Parlement.  Anyway, it’s a cool photo, so it gets a moment of fame today.

Women in big cities might have started wearing slim cigarette or capri pants out in public, but that hadn’t become acceptable in Parliament, Mississippi.  I already attracted enough frowns and gossip, just from my mother’s reputation, so I didn’t wear those out in public.  I tried to banish the thoughts as I put on a yellow gingham, shirt-dress.  It had a little bow at the neck from the same check fabric.  Then I tied on my blue denim Keds.  New white laces kept the wear and tear from being as noticeable.  Nobody would know the soles were worn slick.  When I drove my old Nash Rambler wagon into Parliament, I turned onto Fourth Street where the Post Office was.

In rural towns of that era, the local Post Office could be a hub of information.  Birdie came across something quite puzzling there. 

Birdie is a nickname for the heroine, but there actually is a bird, and he’s one of the most important characters.  His name is Jinx.  He’s a talking magpie.  Some parts of the story are told from his point of view.

Jinx sat on the perch in his birdcage.  The cage door was open as always.  He shifted foot-to-foot as Birdie came into the kitchen carrying a laundry basket and a small container of blueberries.

“How-deee!” Jinx chirped his Minnie Pearl impression.

There’s a door on that birdcage somewhere… Birdie Devovo usually leaves it open — Jinx comes and goes as he pleases.  That’s how he finds so much trouble in a sleepy little town like Parlement.

♣ ♣ ♣

Hello, Jinx, but this post is finished now.  That’s it for this tour of Birdie Devovo’s world in fictional town of Parlement.  Thanks for coming along.  Friendly comments are welcome.  However, a note to newcomers — just remember that this is a sanctuary, so we don’t discuss religion, politics, or things that are polarizing.  Everyone needs to feel welcome.  Hugs on the wing!

♣ ♣ ♣

Naturally, the obligatory shameless self-promotion must be included.  Brother Love: A Crossroad continues to be at a special sale price throughout the month of August.  

Brother Love – a Crossroad

Strange things abound in 1950s Parliament, Mississippi.  Jinx the magpie can fill you in on the details.

Universal Purchase Links

E-Book:  relinks.me/B07V25SXFR

Paperback:  relinks.me/107952309X

Audiobook:  Click here.

♣ ♣ ♣

This blog is entirely human-written.  Furthermore, the author expressly prohibits any entity from using this publication for purposes of training AI technologies to generate text.  No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author, or used with permission, or from free sources.

Copyright © 2026 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

Whatnot Wednesday for #ThursdayDoors on a Hot August Night

Wednesday, August 13, 2026

Hello, everyone.  Right off the bat, I apologize for getting ahead of Thursday Doors.  It helps me on a few different levels if I stick to my Wednesday/Weekend posting schedule.  Last week, I mentioned that throughout August I’ll be sharing about book Brother Love: A Crossroad.  (Click here for that post because it will tell you more.) I also said that Dan Antion made a lot of great photos to illustrate the blog version of this story.  Those photographs included some doors.  So today I’m taking you on a tour of my fictional 1950s town, Parlement, Mississippi via Dan’s photos.

Here’s a bit about that house in the words of Birdie Devovo, the heroine:

My house sat in a triangle between ways at a crossroads.  There was a street in front and another road in back.  There were also any number of old trails that intersected there.  Old superstitions about the crossroads abounded.  My mother had been able to get the house because no one else would have it.  I kept it because I had nowhere else would have it.

Oh, that screen door is part of a suspenseful scene…

Doug Armstrong’s voice sounded as spooked as I felt.  The big man’s voice had the slightest quiver.  His fist banged on the screen doorframe again. I extricated myself from my hiding spot under the kitchen table before Armstrong broke the poor excuse for door.

Like most small southern towns, there were churches.  They’re mentioned in the story, but the one that comes into the plot is the traveling tent revival:

Earlier that day, sitting in my little house at the crossroads, I listened to the sharp crack of a bat hitting a baseball from the ballgame that had started up in the field next to the African Methodist Episcopal Church.  People cheered their teams and made happy sounds. From the other side of the tracks, I heard the bell of the First Methodist Church up in the town.  When the breeze was right, I could hear the Wurlitzer organ as the choir practiced. Folks were excited about that organ.  I preferred the sound of their old piano.

The two churches were on either side of the town.  The crossroads lay between the two.  Nobody from either of them ever came to the house at the crossroads.  Neither group wanted anything to do with Birdie Devovo.

This abandoned diner didn’t make it into the story, but there would have been a diner somewhere in Parlement.  Anyway, it’s a cool photo, so it gets a moment of fame today.

Women in big cities might have started wearing slim cigarette or capri pants out in public, but that hadn’t become acceptable in Parliament, Mississippi.  I already attracted enough frowns and gossip, just from my mother’s reputation, so I didn’t wear those out in public.  I tried to banish the thoughts as I put on a yellow gingham, shirt-dress.  It had a little bow at the neck from the same check fabric.  Then I tied on my blue denim Keds.  New white laces kept the wear and tear from being as noticeable.  Nobody would know the soles were worn slick.  When I drove my old Nash Rambler wagon into Parliament, I turned onto Fourth Street where the Post Office was.

In rural towns of that era, the local Post Office could be a hub of information.  Birdie came across something quite puzzling there. 

Birdie is a nickname for the heroine, but there actually is a bird, and he’s one of the most important characters.  His name is Jinx.  He’s a talking magpie.  Some parts of the story are told from his point of view.

Jinx sat on the perch in his birdcage.  The cage door was open as always.  He shifted foot-to-foot as Birdie came into the kitchen carrying a laundry basket and a small container of blueberries.

“How-deee!” Jinx chirped his Minnie Pearl impression.

There’s a door on that birdcage somewhere… Birdie Devovo usually leaves it open — Jinx comes and goes as he pleases.  That’s how he finds so much trouble in a sleepy little town like Parlement.

♣ ♣ ♣

Hello, Jinx, but this post is finished now.  That’s it for this tour of Birdie Devovo’s world in fictional town of Parlement.  Thanks for coming along.  Friendly comments are welcome.  However, a note to newcomers — just remember that this is a sanctuary, so we don’t discuss religion, politics, or things that are polarizing.  Everyone needs to feel welcome.  Hugs on the wing!

♣ ♣ ♣

Naturally, the obligatory shameless self-promotion must be included.  Brother Love: A Crossroad continues to be at a special sale price throughout the month of August.  

Brother Love – a Crossroad

Strange things abound in 1950s Parliament, Mississippi.  Jinx the magpie can fill you in on the details.

Universal Purchase Links

E-Book:  relinks.me/B07V25SXFR

Paperback:  relinks.me/107952309X

Audiobook:  Click here.

♣ ♣ ♣

This blog is entirely human-written.  Furthermore, the author expressly prohibits any entity from using this publication for purposes of training AI technologies to generate text.  No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author, or used with permission, or from free sources.

Copyright © 2026 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

Whatnot Wednesday for #ThursdayDoors on a Hot August Night

Wednesday, August 13, 2026

Hello, everyone.  Right off the bat, I apologize for getting ahead of Thursday Doors.  It helps me on a few different levels if I stick to my Wednesday/Weekend posting schedule.  Last week, I mentioned that throughout August I’ll be sharing about book Brother Love: A Crossroad.  (Click here for that post because it will tell you more.) I also said that Dan Antion made a lot of great photos to illustrate the blog version of this story.  Those photographs included some doors.  So today I’m taking you on a tour of my fictional 1950s town, Parlement, Mississippi via Dan’s photos.

Here’s a bit about that house in the words of Birdie Devovo, the heroine:

My house sat in a triangle between ways at a crossroads.  There was a street in front and another road in back.  There were also any number of old trails that intersected there.  Old superstitions about the crossroads abounded.  My mother had been able to get the house because no one else would have it.  I kept it because I had nowhere else would have it.

Oh, that screen door is part of a suspenseful scene…

Doug Armstrong’s voice sounded as spooked as I felt.  The big man’s voice had the slightest quiver.  His fist banged on the screen doorframe again. I extricated myself from my hiding spot under the kitchen table before Armstrong broke the poor excuse for door.

Like most small southern towns, there were churches.  They’re mentioned in the story, but the one that comes into the plot is the traveling tent revival:

Earlier that day, sitting in my little house at the crossroads, I listened to the sharp crack of a bat hitting a baseball from the ballgame that had started up in the field next to the African Methodist Episcopal Church.  People cheered their teams and made happy sounds. From the other side of the tracks, I heard the bell of the First Methodist Church up in the town.  When the breeze was right, I could hear the Wurlitzer organ as the choir practiced. Folks were excited about that organ.  I preferred the sound of their old piano.

The two churches were on either side of the town.  The crossroads lay between the two.  Nobody from either of them ever came to the house at the crossroads.  Neither group wanted anything to do with Birdie Devovo.

This abandoned diner didn’t make it into the story, but there would have been a diner somewhere in Parlement.  Anyway, it’s a cool photo, so it gets a moment of fame today.

Women in big cities might have started wearing slim cigarette or capri pants out in public, but that hadn’t become acceptable in Parliament, Mississippi.  I already attracted enough frowns and gossip, just from my mother’s reputation, so I didn’t wear those out in public.  I tried to banish the thoughts as I put on a yellow gingham, shirt-dress.  It had a little bow at the neck from the same check fabric.  Then I tied on my blue denim Keds.  New white laces kept the wear and tear from being as noticeable.  Nobody would know the soles were worn slick.  When I drove my old Nash Rambler wagon into Parliament, I turned onto Fourth Street where the Post Office was.

In rural towns of that era, the local Post Office could be a hub of information.  Birdie came across something quite puzzling there. 

Birdie is a nickname for the heroine, but there actually is a bird, and he’s one of the most important characters.  His name is Jinx.  He’s a talking magpie.  Some parts of the story are told from his point of view.

Jinx sat on the perch in his birdcage.  The cage door was open as always.  He shifted foot-to-foot as Birdie came into the kitchen carrying a laundry basket and a small container of blueberries.

“How-deee!” Jinx chirped his Minnie Pearl impression.

There’s a door on that birdcage somewhere… Birdie Devovo usually leaves it open — Jinx comes and goes as he pleases.  That’s how he finds so much trouble in a sleepy little town like Parlement.

♣ ♣ ♣

Hello, Jinx, but this post is finished now.  That’s it for this tour of Birdie Devovo’s world in fictional town of Parlement.  Thanks for coming along.  Friendly comments are welcome.  However, a note to newcomers — just remember that this is a sanctuary, so we don’t discuss religion, politics, or things that are polarizing.  Everyone needs to feel welcome.  Hugs on the wing!

♣ ♣ ♣

Naturally, the obligatory shameless self-promotion must be included.  Brother Love: A Crossroad continues to be at a special sale price throughout the month of August.  

Brother Love – a Crossroad

Strange things abound in 1950s Parliament, Mississippi.  Jinx the magpie can fill you in on the details.

Universal Purchase Links

E-Book:  relinks.me/B07V25SXFR

Paperback:  relinks.me/107952309X

Audiobook:  Click here.

♣ ♣ ♣

This blog is entirely human-written.  Furthermore, the author expressly prohibits any entity from using this publication for purposes of training AI technologies to generate text.  No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author, or used with permission, or from free sources.

Copyright © 2026 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

Whatnot Wednesday for #ThursdayDoors on a Hot August Night

Wednesday, August 13, 2026

Hello, everyone.  Right off the bat, I apologize for getting ahead of Thursday Doors.  It helps me on a few different levels if I stick to my Wednesday/Weekend posting schedule.  Last week, I mentioned that throughout August I’ll be sharing about book Brother Love: A Crossroad.  (Click here for that post because it will tell you more.) I also said that Dan Antion made a lot of great photos to illustrate the blog version of this story.  Those photographs included some doors.  So today I’m taking you on a tour of my fictional 1950s town, Parlement, Mississippi via Dan’s photos.

Here’s a bit about that house in the words of Birdie Devovo, the heroine:

My house sat in a triangle between ways at a crossroads.  There was a street in front and another road in back.  There were also any number of old trails that intersected there.  Old superstitions about the crossroads abounded.  My mother had been able to get the house because no one else would have it.  I kept it because I had nowhere else would have it.

Oh, that screen door is part of a suspenseful scene…

Doug Armstrong’s voice sounded as spooked as I felt.  The big man’s voice had the slightest quiver.  His fist banged on the screen doorframe again. I extricated myself from my hiding spot under the kitchen table before Armstrong broke the poor excuse for door.

Like most small southern towns, there were churches.  They’re mentioned in the story, but the one that comes into the plot is the traveling tent revival:

Earlier that day, sitting in my little house at the crossroads, I listened to the sharp crack of a bat hitting a baseball from the ballgame that had started up in the field next to the African Methodist Episcopal Church.  People cheered their teams and made happy sounds. From the other side of the tracks, I heard the bell of the First Methodist Church up in the town.  When the breeze was right, I could hear the Wurlitzer organ as the choir practiced. Folks were excited about that organ.  I preferred the sound of their old piano.

The two churches were on either side of the town.  The crossroads lay between the two.  Nobody from either of them ever came to the house at the crossroads.  Neither group wanted anything to do with Birdie Devovo.

This abandoned diner didn’t make it into the story, but there would have been a diner somewhere in Parlement.  Anyway, it’s a cool photo, so it gets a moment of fame today.

Women in big cities might have started wearing slim cigarette or capri pants out in public, but that hadn’t become acceptable in Parliament, Mississippi.  I already attracted enough frowns and gossip, just from my mother’s reputation, so I didn’t wear those out in public.  I tried to banish the thoughts as I put on a yellow gingham, shirt-dress.  It had a little bow at the neck from the same check fabric.  Then I tied on my blue denim Keds.  New white laces kept the wear and tear from being as noticeable.  Nobody would know the soles were worn slick.  When I drove my old Nash Rambler wagon into Parliament, I turned onto Fourth Street where the Post Office was.

In rural towns of that era, the local Post Office could be a hub of information.  Birdie came across something quite puzzling there. 

Birdie is a nickname for the heroine, but there actually is a bird, and he’s one of the most important characters.  His name is Jinx.  He’s a talking magpie.  Some parts of the story are told from his point of view.

Jinx sat on the perch in his birdcage.  The cage door was open as always.  He shifted foot-to-foot as Birdie came into the kitchen carrying a laundry basket and a small container of blueberries.

“How-deee!” Jinx chirped his Minnie Pearl impression.

There’s a door on that birdcage somewhere… Birdie Devovo usually leaves it open — Jinx comes and goes as he pleases.  That’s how he finds so much trouble in a sleepy little town like Parlement.

♣ ♣ ♣

Hello, Jinx, but this post is finished now.  That’s it for this tour of Birdie Devovo’s world in fictional town of Parlement.  Thanks for coming along.  Friendly comments are welcome.  However, a note to newcomers — just remember that this is a sanctuary, so we don’t discuss religion, politics, or things that are polarizing.  Everyone needs to feel welcome.  Hugs on the wing!

♣ ♣ ♣

Naturally, the obligatory shameless self-promotion must be included.  Brother Love: A Crossroad continues to be at a special sale price throughout the month of August.  

Brother Love – a Crossroad

Strange things abound in 1950s Parliament, Mississippi.  Jinx the magpie can fill you in on the details.

Universal Purchase Links

E-Book:  relinks.me/B07V25SXFR

Paperback:  relinks.me/107952309X

Audiobook:  Click here.

♣ ♣ ♣

This blog is entirely human-written.  Furthermore, the author expressly prohibits any entity from using this publication for purposes of training AI technologies to generate text.  No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author, or used with permission, or from free sources.

Copyright © 2026 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

Whatnot Wednesday for #ThursdayDoors on a Hot August Night

Wednesday, August 13, 2026

Hello, everyone.  Right off the bat, I apologize for getting ahead of Thursday Doors.  It helps me on a few different levels if I stick to my Wednesday/Weekend posting schedule.  Last week, I mentioned that throughout August I’ll be sharing about book Brother Love: A Crossroad.  (Click here for that post because it will tell you more.) I also said that Dan Antion made a lot of great photos to illustrate the blog version of this story.  Those photographs included some doors.  So today I’m taking you on a tour of my fictional 1950s town, Parlement, Mississippi via Dan’s photos.

Here’s a bit about that house in the words of Birdie Devovo, the heroine:

My house sat in a triangle between ways at a crossroads.  There was a street in front and another road in back.  There were also any number of old trails that intersected there.  Old superstitions about the crossroads abounded.  My mother had been able to get the house because no one else would have it.  I kept it because I had nowhere else would have it.

Oh, that screen door is part of a suspenseful scene…

Doug Armstrong’s voice sounded as spooked as I felt.  The big man’s voice had the slightest quiver.  His fist banged on the screen doorframe again. I extricated myself from my hiding spot under the kitchen table before Armstrong broke the poor excuse for door.

Like most small southern towns, there were churches.  They’re mentioned in the story, but the one that comes into the plot is the traveling tent revival:

Earlier that day, sitting in my little house at the crossroads, I listened to the sharp crack of a bat hitting a baseball from the ballgame that had started up in the field next to the African Methodist Episcopal Church.  People cheered their teams and made happy sounds. From the other side of the tracks, I heard the bell of the First Methodist Church up in the town.  When the breeze was right, I could hear the Wurlitzer organ as the choir practiced. Folks were excited about that organ.  I preferred the sound of their old piano.

The two churches were on either side of the town.  The crossroads lay between the two.  Nobody from either of them ever came to the house at the crossroads.  Neither group wanted anything to do with Birdie Devovo.

This abandoned diner didn’t make it into the story, but there would have been a diner somewhere in Parlement.  Anyway, it’s a cool photo, so it gets a moment of fame today.

Women in big cities might have started wearing slim cigarette or capri pants out in public, but that hadn’t become acceptable in Parliament, Mississippi.  I already attracted enough frowns and gossip, just from my mother’s reputation, so I didn’t wear those out in public.  I tried to banish the thoughts as I put on a yellow gingham, shirt-dress.  It had a little bow at the neck from the same check fabric.  Then I tied on my blue denim Keds.  New white laces kept the wear and tear from being as noticeable.  Nobody would know the soles were worn slick.  When I drove my old Nash Rambler wagon into Parliament, I turned onto Fourth Street where the Post Office was.

In rural towns of that era, the local Post Office could be a hub of information.  Birdie came across something quite puzzling there. 

Birdie is a nickname for the heroine, but there actually is a bird, and he’s one of the most important characters.  His name is Jinx.  He’s a talking magpie.  Some parts of the story are told from his point of view.

Jinx sat on the perch in his birdcage.  The cage door was open as always.  He shifted foot-to-foot as Birdie came into the kitchen carrying a laundry basket and a small container of blueberries.

“How-deee!” Jinx chirped his Minnie Pearl impression.

There’s a door on that birdcage somewhere… Birdie Devovo usually leaves it open — Jinx comes and goes as he pleases.  That’s how he finds so much trouble in a sleepy little town like Parlement.

♣ ♣ ♣

Hello, Jinx, but this post is finished now.  That’s it for this tour of Birdie Devovo’s world in fictional town of Parlement.  Thanks for coming along.  Friendly comments are welcome.  However, a note to newcomers — just remember that this is a sanctuary, so we don’t discuss religion, politics, or things that are polarizing.  Everyone needs to feel welcome.  Hugs on the wing!

♣ ♣ ♣

Naturally, the obligatory shameless self-promotion must be included.  Brother Love: A Crossroad continues to be at a special sale price throughout the month of August.  

Brother Love – a Crossroad

Strange things abound in 1950s Parliament, Mississippi.  Jinx the magpie can fill you in on the details.

Universal Purchase Links

E-Book:  relinks.me/B07V25SXFR

Paperback:  relinks.me/107952309X

Audiobook:  Click here.

♣ ♣ ♣

This blog is entirely human-written.  Furthermore, the author expressly prohibits any entity from using this publication for purposes of training AI technologies to generate text.  No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author, or used with permission, or from free sources.

Copyright © 2026 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

🇬🇧 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds "The Firstborn Is Dead" – 1985

A dark, primal and deeply atmospheric album that established Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds as something far beyond a continuation of The Birthday Party. Draws heavily on American blues, gospel and Southern Gothic imagery...

#nickcaveandthebadseeds #nickcave #southerngothic #blues #gothicrock #postpunk #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #vinylcommunity #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening

🇬🇧 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds "The Firstborn Is Dead" – 1985

A dark, primal and deeply atmospheric album that established Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds as something far beyond a continuation of The Birthday Party. Draws heavily on American blues, gospel and Southern Gothic imagery...

#nickcaveandthebadseeds #nickcave #southerngothic #blues #gothicrock #postpunk #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #vinylcommunity #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening

🇬🇧 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds "The Firstborn Is Dead" – 1985

A dark, primal and deeply atmospheric album that established Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds as something far beyond a continuation of The Birthday Party. Draws heavily on American blues, gospel and Southern Gothic imagery...

#nickcaveandthebadseeds #nickcave #southerngothic #blues #gothicrock #postpunk #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #vinylcommunity #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening

🇬🇧 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds "The Firstborn Is Dead" – 1985

A dark, primal and deeply atmospheric album that established Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds as something far beyond a continuation of The Birthday Party. Draws heavily on American blues, gospel and Southern Gothic imagery...

#nickcaveandthebadseeds #nickcave #southerngothic #blues #gothicrock #postpunk #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #vinylcommunity #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening

🇬🇧 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds "The Firstborn Is Dead" – 1985

A dark, primal and deeply atmospheric album that established Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds as something far beyond a continuation of The Birthday Party. Draws heavily on American blues, gospel and Southern Gothic imagery...

#nickcaveandthebadseeds #nickcave #southerngothic #blues #gothicrock #postpunk #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #vinylcommunity #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening

The bit that you skip #207: Drive-By Truckers – The Great Car Dealer War

Back in the day, blogs were great places to find new bands and the odd free MP3 was a keen way to get you into liking a new band. Blogspot in particular was great for finding out of print albums and rarities that were either overpriced or simply no longer available.

MP3 blogs were also great for discovering bands that had a long career and you just had to listen to. Such was the case for me with Drive-By Truckers, whom just like R.E.M., are Athens, Georgia natives. Dunno what’s in the drinking water there, but we’ve got several bands hailing from the town.

The Great Car Dealer War was the song I heard by Drive-By Truckers. I know songs like to tell stories, and some succeed more often than not. The chiaroscuro landscape Drive-By Truckers paint is grimy suburban decay. A series of arson attacks leading to murder, fueled by greed and several competing car dealer giants in an unspecified southern town.

Our protagonist, half-confessing, half-bragging, ready with a can of petrol and a book of matches. He justifies himself, having just “some fun”, and once the war is done, having fulfilled tour of duty, he walk along, with only his conscience overwhelmed by guilt. He’ll never have another drink without growing eyes on his back. He’ll never walk into a room without thinking it might be his last day out of prison (or worse).

The Great Car Dealer War was first included in the odds and sods collection The Fine Print (a collection of oddities and rarities). It’s a strange place to start with Drive-By Truckers, but it’s the place I started at!

Back in the 90s, there was a string of arson attacks directed to bathroom tile and toilet shops. Over a series of continuous Fridays, you could listen to fire trucks and car cops running up and down the vicinity. Not much coverage on the newspapers, and they just suddenly stopped. Never knew what was all that about, but wrote a short story about it ages ago. Hope you like.

-Sam J. Valdés López

The bit that you skip #207: Drive-By Truckers – The Great Car Dealer War

Back in the day, blogs were great places to find new bands and the odd free MP3 was a keen way to get you into liking a new band. Blogspot in particular was great for finding out of print albums and rarities that were either overpriced or simply no longer available.

MP3 blogs were also great for discovering bands that had a long career and you just had to listen to. Such was the case for me with Drive-By Truckers, whom just like R.E.M., are Athens, Georgia natives. Dunno what’s in the drinking water there, but we’ve got several bands hailing from the town.

The Great Car Dealer War was the song I heard by Drive-By Truckers. I know songs like to tell stories, and some succeed more often than not. The chiaroscuro landscape Drive-By Truckers paint is grimy suburban decay. A series of arson attacks leading to murder, fueled by greed and several competing car dealer giants in an unspecified southern town.

Our protagonist, half-confessing, half-bragging, ready with a can of petrol and a book of matches. He justifies himself, having just “some fun”, and once the war is done, having fulfilled tour of duty, he walk along, with only his conscience overwhelmed by guilt. He’ll never have another drink without growing eyes on his back. He’ll never walk into a room without thinking it might be his last day out of prison (or worse).

The Great Car Dealer War was first included in the odds and sods collection The Fine Print (a collection of oddities and rarities). It’s a strange place to start with Drive-By Truckers, but it’s the place I started at!

Back in the 90s, there was a string of arson attacks directed to bathroom tile and toilet shops. Over a series of continuous Fridays, you could listen to fire trucks and car cops running up and down the vicinity. Not much coverage on the newspapers, and they just suddenly stopped. Never knew what was all that about, but wrote a short story about it ages ago. Hope you like.

-Sam J. Valdés López

The bit that you skip #207: Drive-By Truckers – The Great Car Dealer War

Back in the day, blogs were great places to find new bands and the odd free MP3 was a keen way to get you into liking a new band. Blogspot in particular was great for finding out of print albums and rarities that were either overpriced or simply no longer available.

MP3 blogs were also great for discovering bands that had a long career and you just had to listen to. Such was the case for me with Drive-By Truckers, whom just like R.E.M., are Athens, Georgia natives. Dunno what’s in the drinking water there, but we’ve got several bands hailing from the town.

The Great Car Dealer War was the song I heard by Drive-By Truckers. I know songs like to tell stories, and some succeed more often than not. The chiaroscuro landscape Drive-By Truckers paint is grimy suburban decay. A series of arson attacks leading to murder, fueled by greed and several competing car dealer giants in an unspecified southern town.

Our protagonist, half-confessing, half-bragging, ready with a can of petrol and a book of matches. He justifies himself, having just “some fun”, and once the war is done, having fulfilled tour of duty, he walk along, with only his conscience overwhelmed by guilt. He’ll never have another drink without growing eyes on his back. He’ll never walk into a room without thinking it might be his last day out of prison (or worse).

The Great Car Dealer War was first included in the odds and sods collection The Fine Print (a collection of oddities and rarities). It’s a strange place to start with Drive-By Truckers, but it’s the place I started at!

Back in the 90s, there was a string of arson attacks directed to bathroom tile and toilet shops. Over a series of continuous Fridays, you could listen to fire trucks and car cops running up and down the vicinity. Not much coverage on the newspapers, and they just suddenly stopped. Never knew what was all that about, but wrote a short story about it ages ago. Hope you like.

-Sam J. Valdés López

The bit that you skip #207: Drive-By Truckers – The Great Car Dealer War

Back in the day, blogs were great places to find new bands and the odd free MP3 was a keen way to get you into liking a new band. Blogspot in particular was great for finding out of print albums and rarities that were either overpriced or simply no longer available.

MP3 blogs were also great for discovering bands that had a long career and you just had to listen to. Such was the case for me with Drive-By Truckers, whom just like R.E.M., are Athens, Georgia natives. Dunno what’s in the drinking water there, but we’ve got several bands hailing from the town.

The Great Car Dealer War was the song I heard by Drive-By Truckers. I know songs like to tell stories, and some succeed more often than not. The chiaroscuro landscape Drive-By Truckers paint is grimy suburban decay. A series of arson attacks leading to murder, fueled by greed and several competing car dealer giants in an unspecified southern town.

Our protagonist, half-confessing, half-bragging, ready with a can of petrol and a book of matches. He justifies himself, having just “some fun”, and once the war is done, having fulfilled tour of duty, he walk along, with only his conscience overwhelmed by guilt. He’ll never have another drink without growing eyes on his back. He’ll never walk into a room without thinking it might be his last day out of prison (or worse).

The Great Car Dealer War was first included in the odds and sods collection The Fine Print (a collection of oddities and rarities). It’s a strange place to start with Drive-By Truckers, but it’s the place I started at!

Back in the 90s, there was a string of arson attacks directed to bathroom tile and toilet shops. Over a series of continuous Fridays, you could listen to fire trucks and car cops running up and down the vicinity. Not much coverage on the newspapers, and they just suddenly stopped. Never knew what was all that about, but wrote a short story about it ages ago. Hope you like.

-Sam J. Valdés López

The bit that you skip #207: Drive-By Truckers – The Great Car Dealer War

Back in the day, blogs were great places to find new bands and the odd free MP3 was a keen way to get you into liking a new band. Blogspot in particular was great for finding out of print albums and rarities that were either overpriced or simply no longer available.

MP3 blogs were also great for discovering bands that had a long career and you just had to listen to. Such was the case for me with Drive-By Truckers, whom just like R.E.M., are Athens, Georgia natives. Dunno what’s in the drinking water there, but we’ve got several bands hailing from the town.

The Great Car Dealer War was the song I heard by Drive-By Truckers. I know songs like to tell stories, and some succeed more often than not. The chiaroscuro landscape Drive-By Truckers paint is grimy suburban decay. A series of arson attacks leading to murder, fueled by greed and several competing car dealer giants in an unspecified southern town.

Our protagonist, half-confessing, half-bragging, ready with a can of petrol and a book of matches. He justifies himself, having just “some fun”, and once the war is done, having fulfilled tour of duty, he walk along, with only his conscience overwhelmed by guilt. He’ll never have another drink without growing eyes on his back. He’ll never walk into a room without thinking it might be his last day out of prison (or worse).

The Great Car Dealer War was first included in the odds and sods collection The Fine Print (a collection of oddities and rarities). It’s a strange place to start with Drive-By Truckers, but it’s the place I started at!

Back in the 90s, there was a string of arson attacks directed to bathroom tile and toilet shops. Over a series of continuous Fridays, you could listen to fire trucks and car cops running up and down the vicinity. Not much coverage on the newspapers, and they just suddenly stopped. Never knew what was all that about, but wrote a short story about it ages ago. Hope you like.

-Sam J. Valdés López

Free download codes:

Krate - The Last Shape That We Made

"The final Krate release"

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#industrialrock #electroindustrial #southerngothic #martialindustrial #music

Free download codes:

Krate - The Last Shape That We Made

"The final Krate release"

https://getmusic.fm/l/xDEgRa

#industrialrock #electroindustrial #southerngothic #martialindustrial #music

Free download codes:

Krate - The Last Shape That We Made

"The final Krate release"

https://getmusic.fm/l/xDEgRa

#industrialrock #electroindustrial #southerngothic #martialindustrial #music

Free download codes:

Krate - The Last Shape That We Made

"The final Krate release"

https://getmusic.fm/l/xDEgRa

#industrialrock #electroindustrial #southerngothic #martialindustrial #music

Ma #vendredilecture, c’est (toujours) avec la saga Blackwater, de Michael McDowell. Guerre est le quatrième volume de l’épique saga de la famille Caskey.

J’ai presque l’impression de tricher avec mon défi de lecture annuel tant ça se lit vite mais c’est vraiment bien. Casual mais bien!

#SouthernGothic #Alabama #MonsieurToussaintLouverture

Ma #vendredilecture, c’est (toujours) avec la saga Blackwater, de Michael McDowell. Guerre est le quatrième volume de l’épique saga de la famille Caskey.

J’ai presque l’impression de tricher avec mon défi de lecture annuel tant ça se lit vite mais c’est vraiment bien. Casual mais bien!

#SouthernGothic #Alabama #MonsieurToussaintLouverture

Ma #vendredilecture, c’est (toujours) avec la saga Blackwater, de Michael McDowell. Guerre est le quatrième volume de l’épique saga de la famille Caskey.

J’ai presque l’impression de tricher avec mon défi de lecture annuel tant ça se lit vite mais c’est vraiment bien. Casual mais bien!

#SouthernGothic #Alabama #MonsieurToussaintLouverture

The Complete Stories by Flannery O’Connor

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The Complete Stories by Flannery O’Connor

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The Complete Stories by Flannery O’Connor

https://www.nateshivar.com/33789/the-complete-stories-by-flannery-oconnor/

The Complete Stories by Flannery O’Connor

https://www.nateshivar.com/33789/the-complete-stories-by-flannery-oconnor/

The Complete Stories by Flannery O’Connor

https://www.nateshivar.com/33789/the-complete-stories-by-flannery-oconnor/

"The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" is a #SouthernGothic #murderBallad first recorded by actress, singer, comedian #VickiLawrence. The song was written in 1972 by songwriter #BobbyRussell, who was married to Lawrence at the time. Lawrence's version, from her 1973 album of the same name, went to number one on the US #Billboard Hot 100. There have been several #coverVersions since Lawrence's release. #RebaMcEntire's version, from her 1991 album #ForMyBrokenHeart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkralgeB00o

"The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" is a #SouthernGothic #murderBallad first recorded by actress, singer, comedian #VickiLawrence. The song was written in 1972 by songwriter #BobbyRussell, who was married to Lawrence at the time. Lawrence's version, from her 1973 album of the same name, went to number one on the US #Billboard Hot 100. There have been several #coverVersions since Lawrence's release. #RebaMcEntire's version, from her 1991 album #ForMyBrokenHeart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkralgeB00o

"The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" is a #SouthernGothic #murderBallad first recorded by actress, singer, comedian #VickiLawrence. The song was written in 1972 by songwriter #BobbyRussell, who was married to Lawrence at the time. Lawrence's version, from her 1973 album of the same name, went to number one on the US #Billboard Hot 100. There have been several #coverVersions since Lawrence's release. #RebaMcEntire's version, from her 1991 album #ForMyBrokenHeart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkralgeB00o

"The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" is a #SouthernGothic #murderBallad first recorded by actress, singer, comedian #VickiLawrence. The song was written in 1972 by songwriter #BobbyRussell, who was married to Lawrence at the time. Lawrence's version, from her 1973 album of the same name, went to number one on the US #Billboard Hot 100. There have been several #coverVersions since Lawrence's release. #RebaMcEntire's version, from her 1991 album #ForMyBrokenHeart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkralgeB00o

"The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" is a #SouthernGothic #murderBallad first recorded by actress, singer, comedian #VickiLawrence. The song was written in 1972 by songwriter #BobbyRussell, who was married to Lawrence at the time. Lawrence's version, from her 1973 album of the same name, went to number one on the US #Billboard Hot 100. There have been several #coverVersions since Lawrence's release. #RebaMcEntire's version, from her 1991 album #ForMyBrokenHeart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkralgeB00o

The Heretical Energy of “Is God Is”

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.newyorker.com/culture/critics-notebook/the-heretical-energy-of-is-god-is

Seven Sisters "A haunted mansion. A forgotten family secret. A dreamwalker with the gift to see what the living can’t" Sale: $2.99 to FREE by M. L. Bullock Rating: 4.0/5 (7,192 Reviews) #books #booksky #kindle #southerngothic #ghoststory #paranormal #mystery #fiction #hauntedhouse

Seven Sisters

Seven Sisters "A haunted mansion. A forgotten family secret. A dreamwalker with the gift to see what the living can’t" Sale: $2.99 to FREE by M. L. Bullock Rating: 4.0/5 (7,192 Reviews) #books #booksky #kindle #southerngothic #ghoststory #paranormal #mystery #fiction #hauntedhouse

Seven Sisters

Seven Sisters "A haunted mansion. A forgotten family secret. A dreamwalker with the gift to see what the living can’t" Sale: $2.99 to FREE by M. L. Bullock Rating: 4.0/5 (7,192 Reviews) #books #booksky #kindle #southerngothic #ghoststory #paranormal #mystery #fiction #hauntedhouse

Seven Sisters

Seven Sisters "A haunted mansion. A forgotten family secret. A dreamwalker with the gift to see what the living can’t" Sale: $2.99 to FREE by M. L. Bullock Rating: 4.0/5 (7,192 Reviews) #books #booksky #kindle #southerngothic #ghoststory #paranormal #mystery #fiction #hauntedhouse

Seven Sisters

The Yellow Menu

A grieving man returns to his hometown and finds shelter from a tornado—and his past—with the bus driver who once carried him home.

Micah Lyndon had imagined Lost Gap larger than this.

For twenty years it had remained within him as a country of pine shadow and red-clay driveways, of mailboxes leaning toward the roadside, of warm blacktop running away into trees, of small creeks swollen brown after rain. In his memory the woods were immense, the roads endless, the hills steep enough to rise beneath a boy like the back of some sleeping animal. Even after he had gone north, even after he had learned cities and interstate exits and apartment windows looking down over streets where no one knew his name, Lost Gap had retained the proportions of childhood.

It had stayed enormous because he had never returned long enough to measure it.

Now the roads curved too soon. The distances had collapsed. The hill that had once seemed dangerous when the school bus climbed it in winter was hardly more than a rise. A house he remembered as white stood abandoned behind brush and young pines, its porch listing toward the weeds. The convenience store where he used to buy candy and bottled drinks after school had been boarded shut, the paint on its sign faded until it resembled something remembered rather than something seen. Kudzu rolled over the back lot and sagged from telephone poles, covering the places time no longer intended to explain.

Micah drove slowly, although there was almost no traffic.

He had come expecting grief, though he had not known precisely what kind.

His marriage had ended the year before, not with betrayal or great anger, but with the long exhaustion of two people who had become considerate strangers. His work, once the ladder by which he expected to climb into meaning, had begun to feel like a room he had remained in after everyone else went home.

Then, three nights earlier, unable to sleep, he had typed Lost Gap, Mississippi into his phone.

The name itself had struck him with an almost scriptural force.

Lost Gap.

A place named for absence. A break in the ridge. An opening through something otherwise impassable. A home that sounded, even while he lived there, as though it had already vanished.

He had packed the next morning and driven south.

Read the rest of the story at Crawdad Epiphanies https://medium.com/@keith.lyndaker/the-yellow-menu-7056e723db66

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There's no denying that Beyonce's music has influenced other musicians. But in my new interview with author Savannah Stephens about her dark, Southern Gothic novel "Witch Queen Rising," she says it was inspired by the Queen Bee as well.
https://paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-witch-queen-rising-author-savannah-stephens/
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#SavannahStephens #SavannahStephensInterview #SavannahStephensWitchQueenRising #SavannahStephensWitchQueenRisingInterview #BookTok #fantasy #SouthernGothic #horror

There's no denying that Beyonce's music has influenced other musicians. But in my new interview with author Savannah Stephens about her dark, Southern Gothic novel "Witch Queen Rising," she says it was inspired by the Queen Bee as well.
https://paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-witch-queen-rising-author-savannah-stephens/
📖🪄
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
#SavannahStephens #SavannahStephensInterview #SavannahStephensWitchQueenRising #SavannahStephensWitchQueenRisingInterview #BookTok #fantasy #SouthernGothic #horror

There's no denying that Beyonce's music has influenced other musicians. But in my new interview with author Savannah Stephens about her dark, Southern Gothic novel "Witch Queen Rising," she says it was inspired by the Queen Bee as well.
https://paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-witch-queen-rising-author-savannah-stephens/
📖🪄
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
#SavannahStephens #SavannahStephensInterview #SavannahStephensWitchQueenRising #SavannahStephensWitchQueenRisingInterview #BookTok #fantasy #SouthernGothic #horror

This Dark Road To Mercy by Wiley Cash

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This Dark Road To Mercy by Wiley Cash

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This Dark Road To Mercy by Wiley Cash

https://www.nateshivar.com/30743/this-dark-road-to-mercy-by-wiley-cash/

This Dark Road To Mercy by Wiley Cash

https://www.nateshivar.com/30743/this-dark-road-to-mercy-by-wiley-cash/

This Dark Road To Mercy by Wiley Cash

https://www.nateshivar.com/30743/this-dark-road-to-mercy-by-wiley-cash/

MusicWomenWednesday

In the Path of Shadows

from Take Me to the Moon by Bonnie and the Mere Mortals

https://bonnieandthemeremortals.bandcamp.com/track/in-the-path-of-shadows

MusicWomenWednesday

In the Path of Shadows

from Take Me to the Moon by Bonnie and the Mere Mortals

https://bonnieandthemeremortals.bandcamp.com/track/in-the-path-of-shadows

MusicWomenWednesday

In the Path of Shadows

from Take Me to the Moon by Bonnie and the Mere Mortals

https://bonnieandthemeremortals.bandcamp.com/track/in-the-path-of-shadows

MusicWomenWednesday

In the Path of Shadows

from Take Me to the Moon by Bonnie and the Mere Mortals

https://bonnieandthemeremortals.bandcamp.com/track/in-the-path-of-shadows

MusicWomenWednesday

In the Path of Shadows

from Take Me to the Moon by Bonnie and the Mere Mortals

https://bonnieandthemeremortals.bandcamp.com/track/in-the-path-of-shadows

"Rusty Cage" (2023, Gouache on Paper)

Instinct yells for me to be on the run. But a dog must also rest.

I am pleased to announce this piece has been sold and successfully delivered to its new caretaker!

#painting #gouache #dog #art #artist #originalpainting #artwork #contemporaryart #coverart #southerngothic #floridaartist #southernqueer

"Rusty Cage" (2023, Gouache on Paper)

Instinct yells for me to be on the run. But a dog must also rest.

I am pleased to announce this piece has been sold and successfully delivered to its new caretaker!

#painting #gouache #dog #art #artist #originalpainting #artwork #contemporaryart #coverart #southerngothic #floridaartist #southernqueer

"Rusty Cage" (2023, Gouache on Paper)

Instinct yells for me to be on the run. But a dog must also rest.

I am pleased to announce this piece has been sold and successfully delivered to its new caretaker!

#painting #gouache #dog #art #artist #originalpainting #artwork #contemporaryart #coverart #southerngothic #floridaartist #southernqueer

"Rusty Cage" (2023, Gouache on Paper)

Instinct yells for me to be on the run. But a dog must also rest.

I am pleased to announce this piece has been sold and successfully delivered to its new caretaker!

#painting #gouache #dog #art #artist #originalpainting #artwork #contemporaryart #coverart #southerngothic #floridaartist #southernqueer

"Rusty Cage" (2023, Gouache on Paper)

Instinct yells for me to be on the run. But a dog must also rest.

I am pleased to announce this piece has been sold and successfully delivered to its new caretaker!

#painting #gouache #dog #art #artist #originalpainting #artwork #contemporaryart #coverart #southerngothic #floridaartist #southernqueer

May 2020 was a momentous month at B-Movie Enema. It was Russ Meyer Month. To kick things off, we go back to the Depression Era for a Southern Gothic tale - 1965's Mudhoney.

Read the review at https://wp.me/p9XNnZ-1dP

#blog #review #60s #southerngothic #russmeyer

May 2020 was a momentous month at B-Movie Enema. It was Russ Meyer Month. To kick things off, we go back to the Depression Era for a Southern Gothic tale - 1965's Mudhoney.

Read the review at https://wp.me/p9XNnZ-1dP

#blog #review #60s #southerngothic #russmeyer

May 2020 was a momentous month at B-Movie Enema. It was Russ Meyer Month. To kick things off, we go back to the Depression Era for a Southern Gothic tale - 1965's Mudhoney.

Read the review at https://wp.me/p9XNnZ-1dP

#blog #review #60s #southerngothic #russmeyer

May 2020 was a momentous month at B-Movie Enema. It was Russ Meyer Month. To kick things off, we go back to the Depression Era for a Southern Gothic tale - 1965's Mudhoney.

Read the review at https://wp.me/p9XNnZ-1dP

#blog #review #60s #southerngothic #russmeyer