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13.11.2019

Do They Really Live It - Quincy (11) - Rap Grime Smoke & Shine (CDr, Album)

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During an interview with New York , GZA ruminated about growing up and declared that weed had limited his creative range, had stifled what he had been able to do in his career. Last-minute with everything. Tyler may be the only entry on this list who is straight-up not into weed. I feel kind of bad about this one kind of. Is he supposed to be famous? Knowing how popular weed is among his fans, J Cole has dropped a few tracks professing his fondness for weed.

Is Cole, like a few other artists on this list fronting? Yes, he is. But does that really matter when most entertainment is fiction anyway? Did every member of the Wu-Tang clan wake up one morning and call each other on the phone sobbing about everything that had gone wrong in their lives and shake their bedazzled fists up to the heavens and swear off weed forever? Would you like to view this in our UK edition?

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Press Enter to Search. Stars Who Smoke. We are not working out of a goddamn red cross chapter! Stalin didn't run the fucking lollipop guild! Kindness got us absolutely fucking nowhere! And it was NOT! But what I have found, is that hatred, is a unifying force that no amount of love and friendship can break.

Kindness is an uphill battle of endless attrition, one that neither of US can win. Nancy holstered his pistol and straightened out his suit; sitting back down and nonchalantly taking a sip of his wine.

It all used to mean something. The Strip used to mean something. You just stood by and watched, and sulked, you never said, or did, a goddamn thing to stop any of it! You see that, that brother, is your fucking problem. Your taking all of this too fucking personally! Life isn't about you! You want to talk about meaning. The meaning ain't never changed. It has, and it always be, about, making money. Motherfucker wants to get rich!

Money, they make money. Be content! A gift for the object of your undying affection. Nancy snapped his fingers and had a suitcase brought out to him by one of the Paddy-Whackers. As Lanius serpentined in between the uniform tables and chairs of the Gourmand, Mr. History is being written- right here! Make sure your on the right side of it! On the side of the road was a young couple and their two boys.

The father had waved them down and beseeched them for assistance in restoring their car to drivable condition. Gustavo had insisted they comply, making pleasant and idle conversation while Lanius went to work on the engine. Within minutes the car was made road worthy, and when the mother went to give Gustavo a hundred dollar bill, he had declined. The mother thought this meant he wanted more, so she took out another fifty.

Gustavo turned that down as well, stating that for the repairs, he would accept no money. Instead, he wanted the family to remember this kindness, and bestow it upon someone else worthy of it in the future. As the family had drove off, Gustavo had waved and smiled merrily.

Once they had got back in the car, Lanius commended Gustavo, as he himself would have absentmindedly just taken the cash. If you have a gun, you can rob a bank.

But if you have a bank, you can rob anyone. He just did, so he drove on. Never once second guessing the man siting next to him. Never once questioning a thing that he did. Lanius had taken every word that Gustavo said as Gospel. When Lanius had first glimpsed it, walking down the Lonesome Road from Boulder City, his mind ached with the possibilities that could await him inside.

The future had held a realm of infinite possibilities. Two remained. Neither sounded all too preferable over the other, and either way Lanius knew that eternal damnation was waiting for him at the end of the Lonesome Road, so it didn't so much matter how he got there, only how soon. Walking past The Tops casino, Lanius felt a catch in his throat, remembering all too vividly how petty their actions had been.

He supposed Nancy had been right about that, Gustavo couldn't care less whether he ate out of a five star restaurant or the trash; whether he wore fancy suits or rags; whether he lived out of a paper box or a mansion. None of it was consequential to him. Next Lanius passed by Gomorrah, and Mr. That time had long passed. House had run The Strip for decades like a pristine clock. It had never looked so difficult from the outside; twist a few gears, polish a few knobs, dust for cobwebs once or twice a year.

How hard could it really be? Gustavo was a remarkable business man, and surely he could keep a simple clock running. In retrospect, Lanius concluded that The Strip was destined to fail. It was almost as inevitable, if not more so, than the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. Though as Lanius came to this realization, he couldn't help but immediately begin pondering who would wind up taking the fall for it all. It certainly wouldn't be Gustavo. Maybe it would be Le Quack.

Maybe it would be Nancy. Maybe it would be him. Whoever it was wouldn't change the fact that come the next sit down, there would be quite a few smug faces around the table, all glaring at Gustavo with unparalleled derision.

Upon finally arriving at the Lucky 38, Lanius stood for a long moment just staring up at the tacky, red and black neon sign that hung above the entrance like a parasitical viper, just waiting for someone like him to walk under it. No one would even notice. However, when Lanius did finally muster up enough willpower to enter the Lucky 38, no cosmic anvils descended from on high, as Lanius had no more life left to give to the preverbal snake.

By comparison to Mr. Nancy's acid trip though wonderland, the Lucky 38 was relatively bland. Nothing stood outright to bring offense to the ocular senses, and were it not for the man rhythmically tapping his fingers in the high castle, the Lucky 38 would be the safest place on the entire Strip.

At the hour of a quarter past eight, the Lucky 38 was firing on all cylinders. Guests bustled around cheering at the roulette table and booing at the blackjack table; drinking from tall frothy mugs fashioned with tiny little orange umbrellas for dexterity. Lanius had never quite understood the fascination with gambling, which given where he worked was probably a bit disingenuous.

Lanius was well aware of why people gambled, he just never understood why they were so passive aggressive about it. Debt was all some people had. At least, Lanius assumed it had to be, otherwise an extreme allergy to maintaining some small semblance of wealth was the only alternative. Lanius had never seen a man win anything more than a hundred dollars and not immediately lose it. A tournament had once been held at the Lucky Some prepubescent kid, probably fresh out of college, had won almost three hundred thousand dollars.

Lanius had wanted nothing more than to tell the kid to cash out then, while he still could. Later that night, Lanius had been woken up at about four in the morning to find out the kid had tried to break into the vault. He hadn't made it but ten feet before Vulpes Inculta, the only person breathing six feet above ground that gave Le Quack and maybe even Gustavo nightmares, threw him to the ground and snapped both his legs back like they were toothpicks.

Vulpes had found the whole experience delightfully charming. Lanius walked up to Victor, the cowboy, complete with red scarf, straw hat, and tangy, deep fried southern accent, and handed him the briefcase. I will not let he r see me like that.

Got it, partner? Which wasn't long, as he abruptly found himself encompassed in the warm embrace of dazzling wings. Making my way back to you. The soft taste of cherries was almost more than his meager heart could bare. Lanius stood stock-still, the entire lounge seemingly stopping under a sheet of invisible ice.

We have no idea what any of your fancy latin words mean. The little one wrapped her hand tightly around his, kissing him lightly on the cheek. The answer to that question was unequivocally, no. Lanius was in no way, shape, or materialistic form, okay. By any standard or definition he was the complete and utter opposite. The angel perched next to him, with her halo glowing brighter than the sun at midday, deserved to be lied to.

Were she to know the truth, that halo would turn pitch black and promptly fall to the ground and shatter into a million pieces. Lanius couldn't let that happen. A world where that halo didn't exist was a world that Lanius would no longer be able to draw breath in. It wasn't even a very convincing lie, at least to himself. The little one seemed to buy it though, for the time being at least.

Or, perhaps, not always. The Lonesome Road was one of them. For just a beat, he was convinced that he was still a good person. See the end of the chapter for notes. From the New Vegas Strip the road to Nipton isn't that long. A few mile markers due southwest and your there, not even a little worse for wear, you don't even have to talk to anybody, because the road to Nipton is as barren as the wasteland that runs alongside it.

Legate Lanius had resolved, in an unusual spur of the moment decision-left or right as it were- to traverse the road to Nipton by foot.

Sometimes, the thick Mojave air just does wonders for the soul. Silence always had something interesting to say. Silence is always courteous, always sympathetic, and always tasteful, as Lanius was sure Mr. Nancy would agree. Mile marker ninety five had a dent in it towards the northeast quadrant, and Lanius took a reprieve to stand mystified looking at it. The strangest things tended to spark his curiosity. Who would punch a mile marker? So Lanius kept walking down the road to Nipton.

A few stray coke bottles drifted past him, rolling across the road in a John Wayne western type fashion, like just off to the left somewhere a documentary was being made about the last of the coke bottles, who may or may not dance with Pepsi bottles.

Lanius never did. We Open In Venice , was the title. Vinny said that, if Lanius wanted, he could join him. It'll treat you right. Mark my words. As the coke bottles disappeared beneath the sand and ruin, Lanius felt the overwhelming sensation that he was the King of the Road, and that was a lot of responsibility for just one guy.

Coming up on mile marker ninety four, Lanius noticed a four leaf clover spray painted onto the asphalt, with a little message beneath it that read: Free drinks that a way. There was an arrow below the message pointing towards Nipton. Lanius figured, seeing as how he was already headed that a way anyhow, he might as well follow the sign. The free drinks were a lie, he surmised, nothing out in the Mojave was ever truly free.

Another marker came up on his left, this time not indicating a mile, but rather that, should he veer from his current course and move eastward, he could pay a visit to Hoover Dam. Lanius had been to Hoover Dam before. Saw a man coated in pitch and feathers before being set on fire and thrown off Hoover Dam. He had no desire to go back, not that his desires amounted to much by the way of net worth. Don Gustavo had designated the dam as the sight for the next sit down.

The Don was flying in some of his Pacific Island contacts, a group of privateers one notch in the morality for hire belt away from being a full fledged private military company. They oversaw a mining contract that seemed to sink more money into the earth than it spit out diamond encrusted ores. It was all run by a man named Hoyt Vulgar, or maybe it was Volker, his accent was hard to pin down as it seemed to, at any given moment, take a walking tour of the entire United Kingdom.

All those conveniently ethnic types that couldn't speak a word of the English language shackled in the hull of his commercial cruise liner stood out, but of course, Hoyt hadn't the faintest idea how they could have possibly gotten in there. Or so he swore on the graves of his unborn children. Hoyt took to standing before his accusers with a shocked expression on his face that was manufactured on a conveyor belt in the middle of some market place in Singapore, that Hoyt had absolutely no affiliation with what so ever.

Despite his name being on all the paperwork, and his face being plastered on every wall in what had to be the most egregious display of homemade, workplace propaganda ever constructed in the timeframe of human existence. Hoyt didn't even try, yet it worked for Gustavo, because his product was universal. That was good, universal was good, because universal made money no matter the border. Just like a contact lens. Mile marker ninety three had Lanius staring down the barrel of smoke and ash, raining down from black clouds above the town of Nipton.

He had only ever been to the town once before, and only in passing. Nipton was a small town, a different kind of small compared to Barclay Mills. Where Barclay had more people and not enough places to store them, Nipton had too much space and not enough people to fill it.

As Lanius sat, cigarette perched between his thumb and index finger, he closed his eyes, and took it all in. He came upon a large pole used to connect telephone wires, and stapled to every square inch was a poster asking if Lanius had seen a man named Quentin. Quentin was about five nine, fifty one years old, had a slowly receding grayish black hairline, and bright hazel eyes. Below the description and chalky sketch of Quentin, was a phone number. Across the street from the parlor was a payphone.

Lanius looked back towards his Uncle Vinny, who was in the process of adding a a sizable amount of sprinkles, enough to make even the likes of Pablo Escobar tell him to slow down a little, to a cone of mint chocolate chip ice-cream.

Then Lanius looked back at the poster, and the payphone. Just as Vinny slid Alexander Hamilton across the counter of the parlor, Lanius tore the poster from the large pole used to connect telephone wires, crumpled it up, and tossed it in the garbage. In front of the town hall were two bits of wood, methodically erected together to resemble a cross. Lanius deduced that from the fire kissed beard and the coal dust under his finger nails, that whoever this man may have been, he was an Irishman at heart.

Not that it mattered much anymore. Though there was still an indistinguishable expression lingering on his face beneath all the grime and blood stained tears: he had thought the drinks were real.

When he was younger his dad had probably lifted him on his shoulders and sold him a ticket to the moon. His mom had probably told him everyday that he was special, and that he was destined to do great things. Vinny had once told Lanius that the worst word in the English language was: S. Vulpes was hunched over, holding her knees to keep them steady, laughing so hard Lanius thought she might pop a vein. The laughter was immediately cut, as if it had been running on a track.

The kind that didn't have anesthesia, but a whole lot of whisky, and damn fine whisky at that. Her hand rummaged around in the rubble. She was humming something, a song, and Lanius couldn't quite make it out. When he graduated from high school, Vinny had taken him out to dinner. It was some real fancy I-talian restaurant with a guy to take your coat as you walked in and a guy to shake it after you pissed.

The waiter presented Vinny with a choice between red and white, and he choose red, then the waiter snapped his fingers. The entire wine cellar was seemingly rolled out to the table, and it took Vinny a moment to pick out the perfect bottle: an Opus one, a blend Lanius recalled, aged to perfection over almost half a decade. The waiter filled their glasses to the brim. The man who was, and at the same time was not, Dino, snapped his fingers. Then came the realization that he was falling over.

There was a brick within a few inches of his periphery, coated in what he could only imagine was his blood. Vulpes towered over him. Vulpes took a silver pocket watch from around her neck. Whaddya hear, whaddya say? He saw only a dulling ebony blur: vultures. He outstretched both his arms and pushed himself up, salt and grain boiling in between his fingers.

His mask fell to the earth amidst a fit of blood splattered coughing and desperate, eleventh hour gasps for air that seemed to exist in another plane of existence, opposite the one in which Lanius found himself unpleasantly residing in. Vulpes sneered imperialistically, wiping away the minute film of sweat along the bridge of her nose.

Lanius rested on his knees, staring down Vulpes as defiantly as one would a firing squad-she found that rather quaint. Lanius experienced a strange amount of difficulty in being able to discern whether or not the spider pitter pattering along his spine was going to, or from, Vulpes. To , meant that every putrid word dripping from her sparkling, clear lips held no more meaning than the spit of a leper. While from , meant that every putrid word dripping from her sparkling, clear lips should be chiseled down on a stone tablet and submitted to the Vatican as pure, unadulterated gospel.

While Vulpes could be branded a great many things, sparkling and clear stood out in a rather peculiar fashion under the light she painted herself, a leper or figure of the cloth suffered a tremendous strain clicking into place. Lanius felt every blood cell in his head rush down to just below his ankles, like they were fleeing an impending strike of bright, sparkling clear lightning. Some small, and some large. Vulpes Inculta left what at one time, seemingly ages ago back before man possessed the ability to wield fire, appeared in passing to be the town of Nipton.

Her only parting sentiment a snicker. He carried himself north, back to the New Vegas Strip; past mile maker ninety four, and the invitation to once again visit Hoover Dam, and maybe do a few people a favor and kindly jump off it; past mile marker ninety five, and the gas station that only served to remind Lanius it had been nearly five hours since a single drop of water had relinquished the thirst currently pulling a coup on his oppressive ability to see, think, and walk straight.

Vinny sat across from him, grazing over the paper, swearing indiscriminately in a hushed whisper upon reaching the sports section. Which Stephano did, Vinny assured, and like a proper man, didn't even break a sweat. Vinny closed the paper and yawned, tapping on the frosted window of the train.

Tastes like lukewarm piss. With the sliding door to the breakfast car in arms reach, Lanius went to open it, only to be staggered back as it was abruptly ripped open from the other side. Or whatever the fuck your supposed to be. Holy Roman Empire fell two goddamn centuries ago and yet here you are, looking like an abominable twat, esquire. The train to Arstotzka left four hours ago. Behind Buck was a medium sized cargo truck stuffed full of T.

You should bottle the stuff up, sell it over the counter like vitamins. You some kind of communist? He looked at Buck, and his teeth were far too clean for there not to be a six inch serrated blade in his back pocket. Lanius took the case in one dry cracked hand, and wiped the grain from his hair with the other. Vinny had always wanted to go to Venice, and so did Lanius.

It sounded perfect. Maybe a little too perfect, but that was alright. Lanius sat in a near empty terminal at LAX when he got a call. Uncle Vinny had a heart attack. I want to give a shout out to my own incredibly I-talian uncle for giving me the inspiration for this chapter. How sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now I see. The view from the Presidential Suite of the Lucky 38 wasn't that bad, and Lanius didn't want it ever to be said that he didn't give credit where credit was due.

From on high the Mojave Wasteland looked like the contents of a snow globe, except one filled with little grains of sand and not cutup Styrofoam.

Lanius wondered what it would be like to shake the Mojave. To watch all the sand go flying up towards the sky and then come crashing down in a hailstorm. He wondered what lay buried beneath that wide, far as the eye could dare to comprehend, abyss. Maybe buried treasure? Though Lanius supposed he was a bit too old for that. Broken glass perhaps? Sandwich wrappers that people had let slip and be carried away by the wind? Maybe it was nothing, nothing at all. Perhaps the silent expanse held no secrets, or legendarily long lost artifacts to find and keep from the clutches of the dastardly villain of the day.

Lanius found the notion monumentally relieving, even if a bit banal. Because getting a sitter in New Vegas is like trying to find a bear in the Vatican. All Mr. A fresh batch of tourists stepped goggle eyed off the monorail, cameras in their hands sucking up all the opulence the lenses could withstand without bursting and shattering into a million little glass fragments all over the street. Lanius felt dizzy. It wasn't from the height, his feet weren't particularly picky about where they walked in relation to where the ground was.

Rather, it was more of a sixth sense kind of dread. At first they might win a little. A few hundred here and there. After that they never stopped. Until morning came, and the Chairmen pulled their limp, lifeless bodies from the roulette tables and threw them out onto the streets with a chipped tooth and a debt their great grandkids would be hounded day and night to pay until they found the George Washington Bridge Caesar always talked about and jumped off it.

Lanius always found himself on the precipice of telling someone, whispering, or rather yelling in their ear to leave and take their money with them somewhere else. He wanted to tell them that no matter how good you thought you were at poker you could never win, because it was never a game even remotely held within the realm of skill.

The House dictated where and when you lost, taking an almost perverse amount of pleasure in drawing it out. Lanius couldn't deny that on more than one occasion, he had laughed too.

Lanius stood at the back of the line, hands in his pockets absentmindedly trying to straighten out a peppermint wrapper when the hostess came over and informed him that his table was ready. Not that you can ever bloody fucking tell what goddamn season it is out in this desert. I hate it out here, really I do, but, look at me here being a raging alcoholic narcissist, how are you doing Legate?

What a fucking disgrace. They made such a big fuss over the fucking thing and not a single one of them has ever stepped foot inside. Then, right, they get it, and never use it, or care about it, or even fucking thank you for it. Dies of starvation. We all got one. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, business. Way I remember it, you owe me a favor of sorts. Now, it would just so happen that our interests align. Your going to negotiate a deal, and I, stand to, shall we say, prosper, from that deal going your way.

Never bet against the House as the man says. Easy as slicing apple pie, or however the fuck that saying is supposed to go. This is not a recipe for a great episode, that's for sure.

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18.10.2019

Orbeat - Oud!n13 - Orbeat (File, MP3)

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11.10.2019

Adeste Fideles - Franco Corelli - Franco Corelli Sings Great Religious Songs & Arias (Vinyl, LP, Album)

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L'amour, l'amour O nuit divine! Act 5. Fronde tenere Ombra mai fu Largo. George Frederick Handel. Franz Schubert. Domine Deus. Gioachino Rossini. Ernesto de Curtis. I Puritani, opera. A te, o cara Vincenzo Bellini. Norma, opera. Me protegge, me difende Vincenzo Bellini. Il Trovatore, opera. Di quella pira Giuseppe Verdi. Aida, opera. Celeste Aida Giuseppe Verdi. Pur ti riveggo, mia dolce Aida Giuseppe Verdi. Cavalleria rusticana, opera melodramma in 1 act. Viva il vino spumeggiante Pietro Mascagni.

Pagliacci, opera. Vesti la giubba Ruggero Leoncavallo. No, Pagliaccio non son Ruggero Leoncavallo. Credo a una possanza arcana Umberto Giordano. Vicino a te Umberto Giordano. Manon Lescaut, opera. Donna non vidi mai Giacomo Puccini. Leoncavallo: Pagliacci. Puccini: La Fanciulla del West. Mascagni: Cavalleria Rusticana. Verismo Arias. Gaetano Donizetti: Poliuto. Verdi: La Battaglia de Legnano. Sony Classical.

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Those are surely his finest recordings, while this bargain set, a double twofer, collects all his non-operatic EMI oddments recorded , three very popular Neapolitan treasuries and a one-off "sacred" venture. The first disc is virtually unlistenable. The analogue stereo has not been remastered or restored and is presented nakedly in a very unnatural acoustic, with the scrawny orchestra seemingly taped in a separate studio.

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02.10.2019

Momentum - VNV Nation - ‎Judgement Promotional Release (CD)

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Over the course of the project's career, VNV Nation's success has continued to grow, with its last three albums charting top 10 in Germany, and its album Resonance: Music For Orchestra Vol. The "VNV" in the name stands for "Victory Not Vengeance", in keeping with the group's motto , "One should strive to achieve, not sit in bitter regret. The group's first release, Advance and Follow , came out in Advance And Follow featured industrial electronic beats heavily influenced by middle-era EBM acts such as Nitzer Ebb and Front , along a mixture of danceable synthesizer melodies, and elements of orchestral music.

Although it was the band's first full-length release, Harris regards Advance and Follow more as a set of demos than a proper album. Their next release, Praise the Fallen in , continued largely in this vein, and they began to enjoy a larger degree of commercial success. During that time, Harris also wrote for the online magazine Side-Line , of which he was the webmaster until Empires , released in , was their breakthrough album, gaining them widespread commercial success and topping the German DAC charts for seven weeks.

Empires expanded on the band's bombastic, melodic synthesizer lines and incorporated tighter song structures. Furthermore, the harsher 'sheet metal instrumentals' of Praise the Fallen were largely gone, and the music as a whole was far more complex with multiple-layered arpeggios and pads. The album was composed using a mix of analog and digital synthesizers, and an Ensoniq ASR sampler.

Their album, Futureperfect , while retaining many industrial elements represented a departure in many ways, largely away from EBM and towards trance and synthpop. Some neoclassical instrumental pieces were included in the album. Around this time Ronan Harris and Apoptygma Berzerk 's Stefan Groth were credited with coining the term " futurepop " to describe their sound.

Notably, the album was produced using only software synthesizers instead of hardware synthesizers. It was the first VNV Nation album made entirely with software synthesizers. The band embarked on a highly successful world tour in support of Futureperfect from to You can throw in numbers, dots and dashes, too.

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Overall, the album features a more polished synthpop sound than the previous record. Also unlike its predecessor, it contains English songs as well as German. Some releases came with the Frontfeuer EP, which featured an extra five studio tracks. This EP was released on its own on December 5, As We Fall. Imperative Reaction. VNV Nation Albums.

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12.09.2019

No Avail - Racingpaperplanes - Four (CDr, Album)

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Rescuing downed pilots, fighting off suicidal attacks, destroying floating mines, and giving early warning to the fleet of approaching enemy aircraft, KIDD participated in a naval siege which would see the greatest losses ever suffered by the United States Navy. But with the advent of suicide tactics by the Japanese, destroyers on escort duty faced an even greater peril than before.

KIDD was one of several destroyers which stood guard for the beleaguered carrier while her crew fought to keep her afloat. It was here, just ninety miles east of Okinawa, that KIDD suffered her most severe damage of the war. The date was Wednesday, April 11, At , KIDD's crew observed a dogfight between Japanese aircraft and the fighters of the combat air patrol. KIDD's 20mm and 40mm gunners took the plane under fire, scoring several hits, to no avail.

Left full rudder was applied; the ship had just barely begun to turn. The bomb carried by the kamikaze was catapulted through the ship and out the other side where it detonated just seconds later. Among those seriously wounded in the attack were the ship's commander and the ship's doctor, Dr. Broox C. Garrett, Jr. Chief Engineer Lt. Grieshaber was among those killed in the forward boiler room after having gone below to check on a leaking gauge.

In spite of being injured himself, Executive Officer Lt. Brittin took command of the ship and headed the beleaguered ship southward.. W ith a gaping hole in her side, most of her forward super-structure severely damaged, and radio communications down for the first hour after the attack, KIDD withdrew from the area under the covering fire of her sister ships.

Enemy planes, spotting smoke from the crippled destroyer, attempted to finish her off. Gun crews kept the aircraft at bay. Only one plane drew close enough to drop a bomb: it missed, detonating about twenty feet off the starboard bow. The plane departed trailing smoke. Having transferred steam to both enginerooms from her only remaining boiler room, KIDD now made approximately 20 knots as she headed south toward Ulithi Atoll. The crew buried their dead at sea along the way on April Upon reaching Ulithi, another devastating blow to morale was waiting for them.

Lookouts spotted flags flying at half-mast. The plaque was mounted on KIDD's quarter deck in their memory. On April 30, Cdr. Fred M. While in the shipyards, Cdr. Bush fulfilled one of his promises to the crew upon taking command at Ulithi: the pirate, which had been ordered painted over in late '44, was restored to the Number One stack. Morale among the crew soared. She returned to San Diego and was decommissioned on December 10, , placed in the Reserve Fleet until such time as she would be called upon again.

That call to action came in during the Korean War. Robert E. She put in at Inchon to wait out the storm, after which time she proceeded to the island of Koje to join a slow carrier task force traversing Korea's western coast. In September of that year, KIDD participated in a top secret mission which carried her to a midnight rendezvous "somewhere in the Yellow Sea. While at San Diego, Cdr. Relationships and strategies in play already that perhaps prevented her from really attaining a stake in the band's development.

So, she was a part of something wonderful and miraculous And, she's still got about 7 great October Project songs to choose I think she does something like 4 of them in an average set , in addition to a whole Pink Floyd album of treasures, plus her own great material.

And at least a moderate amount of reputation within the music world, and fans that appear to be more fervent than casual. She could sustain herself at this level until she's probably in her mids. And she's still probably got a couple more "left-turn" artist-gamble-surprises in her to keep awareness at least at this height. Love and Gravity feels to me less like a cohesive album, more as a summing-up of what the artist had been working on over the previous 3 or 4 years: great material all utilized from different experriences, awaiting the album project to put them into.

Obviously they can't all be single-album "statements" such as the Dark Side project, but I hope her next one is more in the compositional status of say, writing songs for an album , recording them, choosing the best tracks, and Getting It Out There. But, however long that takes, I'm willing to wait. She is just so good, and deserves more momentum in her career. Dillydipper , Feb 7, Mary Fahl singing "Bury My Lovely" - a perfect match. You must log in or sign up to reply here. Show Ignored Content.

Share This Page. Your name or email address: Do you already have an account? No, create an account now. Yes, my password is: Forgot your password? Deciding to attack the larger, single target, the submarine broke off the pursuit of the three freighters, surfaced, and commenced tracking the new target, diving to make a submerged approach.

Wahoo launched one torpedo; it hit at the point of aim but was a dud. She fired two more torpedoes. Both missed. Wahoo then swung around to bring her stern torpedo tubes to bear and headed directly for the target.

The submarine fired another torpedo which missed and must have broached and exploded before the end of the run. Wahoo soon sighted an Otori -class torpedo boat and commenced evasive action, letting the large freighter escape. On 16 August, Wahoo sighted a freighter headed south, but made another contact in a better position for attack. Shifting targets, she launched one torpedo at a medium-sized freighter. It missed. The next day, the scene was repeated with the same results.

No pursuit was undertaken, in hopes of a loaded target heading south. However, Wahoo sighted a freighter heading north in ballast and commenced a submerged approach. Morton launched one torpedo which missed. Just as the torpedo left its tube, a southbound freighter passed close aboard this target, but the torpedo missed.

Wahoo then surfaced and chased the southbound freighter. While pursuing this ship, the submarine sighted another target well ahead and away from the coast, so she again shifted targets. While tracking this new target, she passed two small northbound ships — one looked like a tug and the other resembled a tanker. Wahoo made a submerged approach and launched a torpedo at the medium-sized freighter.

It was a miss. She fired again; still a miss, but this torpedo, probably broaching, exploded. The submarine surfaced and headed further out to sea. Within four days, twelve Japanese vessels were sighted; nine were hunted down and attacked to no avail. Ten torpedoes broached, made erratic runs, or were duds. In light of the poor torpedo performance, ComSubPac ordered Wahoo to return to base.

On 19 August, the submarine sighted a ship and commenced tracking, but she withheld her fire when her crew recognized the flag as Soviet an ally of the United States at the time. Wahoo made for La Perouse Strait. The next day, she sighted a sampan and fired warning shots across the bow. The sampan was soon a wreck. Six Japanese fishermen surrendered and were taken on board as prisoners of war. Eight hours later, Wahoo opened fire on two more sampans, enveloping them in flames.

Members of the crews jumped overboard but showed no desire to be rescued. Wahoo completed the passage of Etorofu Strait, and then arrived at Midway on 25 August. She immediately got underway for Pearl Harbor, and she arrived there on 29 August. Morton, smarting from that last luckless patrol, asked to return to the Sea of Japan , and permission was granted. He elected to take a full load of the newly arrived Mark 18 electric torpedo rather than take the risk that further production runs of the Mark 14 steam torpedoes might still be defective.

The plan was to enter the Sea of Japan first, on or about 20 September, with Sawfish following by a few days. At sunset on 21 October, Wahoo was supposed to leave her assigned area, south of the 43rd parallel , and head for home. She was instructed to report by radio after she passed through the Kurils. Nothing further was ever heard from Wahoo.

Postwar reckoning by JANAC showed Wahoo sank three other ships for 5, tons, making a patrol total of four ships of about 13, long tons. An antisubmarine aircraft accurately Jake sighted a wake and an apparent oil slick from a submerged submarine. The Japanese initiated a combined air and sea attack with numerous bombs and depth charges throughout the day. Sawfish had been depth-charged by a patrol boat while transiting the strait two days before, and the enemy's antisubmarine forces were on the alert; their attacks fatally holed Wahoo , and she sank with all hands.

She was declared overdue on 2 December and stricken from the Naval Vessel Register on 6 December After the loss of Wahoo , no US submarines ventured into the Sea of Japan until June , when special mine -detecting equipment became available. Wahoo earned six battle stars for World War II service. Beginning in , the Wahoo Project Group an international team of Americans, Australians, Japanese, and Russians, and led by a relative of Commander Morton searched for her based on the available evidence.

In , electronic surveys in the region yielded what turned out to be a U. Gato -class submarine in the Strait; in July , the Russian team "Iskra" investigated the site which contributed further evidence of location of Wahoo.

On 31 October , the U. On 8 July , the U. Navy conducted a wreath-laying ceremony at sea for the crew of Wahoo. The ceremony was held on the confirmed site of the sinking of the submarine as a joint exercise with the Navy of the Russian Federation. On 11 October , the U. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. For other ships with the same name, see USS Wahoo.

Retrieved 30 November If so, it differed dramatically from the strafing of Japanese troops in the water at the Battle of the Bismarck Sea.

Underseas Warfare. Submarine Force. Retrieved 7 June Gato -class submarine. It is not clear which of the pilots were in the attacking three. One Sabre was in its strafing run as Cooke and Mamgain pounced. Though the Sabres were operating on the extreme range of their endurance, they outnumbered the Hunters two to one. Cooke got behind one Sabre, fired at it and chased it so low that one can see the trees in his gun camera film. Both the Sabre and the Hunter did their best to cut speed, fall back, turn and get behind each other or to break out by accelerating when their speed fell too sharply.

Cooke seized the initiative on one such occasion: as Khan tried to straighten out of the turning dogfight and break out, Cooke used his better acceleration to catch up and open fire with his 30mm cannon, hitting the Sabre which broke up in the air.

Flight Lieutenant Afzal Khan, the pilot, was killed. Those are the bare bones of the story. The details as recounted by Cooke make for exhilarating reading - an account notable for the range of emotions expressed - from the moment of engagement to the kill:. I went straight for the Sabre who was in a dive for front gun attack.

There was another one just turning to dive for his attack- this guy warned the Sabre in the dive that I was coming for him and he abandoned his front gun attack and pulled out of the dive and did a hard right turn. I was closing in very fast. I lost sight momentarily and when I made visual contact again I got behind the Sabre.

He jettisoned his drop tanks and I did the same. I was terrified when I saw how easily he could out-turn me. They employed the classic scissors movement — Turn — Reverse — Turn. The wider turning aircraft would land up in front. I did notice that that his speed would drop off very quickly and that he had to dive towards the ground to build up speed again. At this stage of the dogfight I made sure that I was always above him and tried to stay behind him.

I noticed that his leading edge slats would open when turning and this would increase his rate of turn but he would sacrifice his speed in do doing. When I saw this, my mind went back to the classroom when I was a cadet learning about the Principles of Flight — how slats increase the stalling angle and give you more lift.

However, with it comes increased drag and unless you have increased power to overcome the drag — speed will drop off. I got my gunsight on him when we very low and took a shot at him. I started firing at a range of yards and I could see that he was below tree-line height. I did not realize that I was that low and that my wing tip was actually hitting the scrub. I stopped firing to get away from the ground and saw his aircraft explode into a ball of flame and I could not avoid flying through the fireball and debris.

The citizens of Kharagpur had a grandstand view of the roaring air battle from the top of their homes. The IIT students cheered loudly every time the Sabres - or the Hunters, it didn't seem to matter - seemed to be on the receiving end. Several students made it to the site to pick up souvenirs and mementos.

Meanwhile Mamgain went after the two Sabres trying to sneak in on attacking the ground targets. The Sabres had already finished one attacking run when Mamgain arrived on the scene.

The two Sabres immediately turned and engaged Mamgain. In the dogfight that followed, Mamgain hit one of the Sabres and claimed it shot down.

Cooke then immediately latched onto the tail of a second Sabre, which had attempted to get behind him, and fired at it, damaging it severely. I took violent evasive manoeuvres and during the criss-cross scissors we would cross very close to each other. I got into an advantageous position behind him and started firing while he was trying to get away from me by diving and turning towards the ground — All this action took place between ground level and about feet.

While firing at him I noticed that he steepened his bank and dive even more and something at the back of my mind warned me that that he was being warned by another Sabre who could be behind me.

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11.08.2019

Drifter - I. Roy* & Dennis Walks - Drifter (Vinyl)

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31.07.2019

Wir Sind Die Moorsoldaten

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27.07.2019

A Lesson - Anneke Konings - A Lesson / Loneliness (Vinyl)

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The impending departure of two founding members means untold changes for the Elm Creek Quilters. As they begin the interview process, a single question emerges: Who can possibly take the place of beloved colleagues and friends? Will it be Maggie, whose love of history shines through in all her projects; Anna, whose food-themed quilts are wonderfully innovative; Russ, the male quilter with a completely original style; Karen, a novice teacher whose gifts for language complement her deep understanding of the quilters' mission; or Gretchen, the soulful veteran whose craft is inspired by quilting tradition?

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In Water's Ford, Pennsylvania, abolitionism is prevalent, even passionate, so the local men rally to answer Mr. Lincoln's call to arms. Thus the women of Elm Creek Valley's quilting bee are propelled into the unknown.

Constance Wright, married to Abel, a skilled sharpshooter courageous enough to have ventured south to buy his wife's freedom from a Virginia plantation, knows well her husband's certainty that all people, enslaved and free, North and South, need colored men like him to fight for a greater purpose. Sisters-in-law Dorothea Nelson and Charlotte Granger wish safe passage for their learned husbands. Schoolmaster turned farmer Thomas carries Dorothea's Dove in the Window quilt with him.

Charlotte's husband, Dr. Jonathan Granger, takes more than a doctor's bag to his post at a field hospital. Alongside the devotion of his wife, pregnant with their second child, Jonathan brings the promise he made to his unrequited love, Gerda Bergstrom: "My first letter will be to you.

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15.07.2019

Hush - Jeannie C. Riley - Hush / Not Looking Back (Vinyl)

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20.06.2019

Poor Boy

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