u/sensitive_pirate85

Hi! I made a short three minute clip from a British animated film called “A Short Vision“ (1956) for Instagram, and it was copyright claimed by the Lasso Group. I contacted the Lasso Group from their website, and was wondering how long it takes to hear back from them? Will I have to buy permission to use the clip?

Should I attempt to dispute it before hearing back from them? Or should I wait to hear back from them, before disputing it? I’m not sure how this works.

Additional information: The film is part of an educational PSA, and the clip I used already exists on Instagram, I’m just seeking permission to use it. My question is directed at people who have also contacted Lasso Group, from their website, and got a response.

Hi! I’m curious about laser hair removal, but… I have a lot of light colored freckles, especially in the summertime: Is it safe to do laser hair removal in you have a lot of freckles? I want to treat my arms, but my arms are tan and freckled from the sun. Will it make my freckles lighter or darker if I use it? And if I try an at-home IPL laser removal device, which one should I buy? I have light skin and dark hair, and so I want the most powerful device that will work on my skin tone, so I can hopefully do fewer treatments.

Hey folks! 👋😊 I’m back at it, again, and someone in this group said this song was kind of ok, so I’m reposting it here! This time I used Suno’s new Mashup feature to create about 12 different versions of the same song… Just to see how many times I could produce essentially the same melody with slightly different instrumentation. This is my preferred version of the song, because it’s so upbeat. I’m not great at writing love songs… but I thought I’d give it a shot! This is almost like a reluctant love song, or an anti-love song, and the lyrics read almost like a simple, satirical version of the Beatles’ “I Want To Hold Your Hand.” Though, hopefully felt with sincerity, rather than cynicism. I essentially just wanted to write a simple love song that anyone could relate to.

This song is about getting your signals crossed, and not knowing how you feel about something or someone. I wanted a female “singer” on this song, but unfortunately that affects how the song is performed by the “backup band.” I originally layered two different versions of this song to create one super-psychedelic version! But nobody really liked the layered audio on this track, so I decided to delete and reupload it without the remix. Live and learn. 🤷‍♀️ I hope you like this upbeat whe energetic 60’s pop, garage rock version, even better!✌️💖

“I Never” Lyrics

I never wanted to love you,

Never wanted to hold your hand

Never put anyone above you

I only wanted to understand.

But I’m not the thing

you’re rebelling against,

and I don’t care what you do

with your friends —

And I’m not the stone

that’s weighing down your wings

And I don’t care why

you do all these things

Because…

I never wanted to love you,

Never wanted to hold your hand

Never put anyone above you

I only wanted to understand.

But I’m not the one

that you hold at night —

And I’m not the one

who started this fight

Because…

I never wanted to love you,

Never wanted to hold your hand

Never put anyone above you

I only wanted to understand.

But I’m not the thing

That you’re fighting against,

and I don’t care what you did

with your friends —

And you’re not the stone

that’s weighing down my wings

And I don’t care why

you do anything

Because…

I never wanted to love you,

Never wanted to hold your hand

I’ve never put anyone above you

I only wanted to understand.

— Written by A.M. McGee,

Performed by Suno AI ©️

The kind of music that Jack White and Twin Temple make is usually more my speed… It’s evil music, made by evil people, and I dig it! (Not really the post-White Stripes stuff, though, I’ve got be honest.)🤘

But I really like the lyricism in Charley’s music, and found out about him from other artists sharing his songs on social media. “On The Hallelujah Trail” is hit for me, and I really like the country-western direction a lot of country music has been headed, after being dominated by a lot of overproduced pop country songs. I’m not saying that something with a more western or alternative sound, can’t also be “pop,” but it’s like cooler pop, like 70’s pop-country crossover music, to me. Almost like folk-rock. My favorite lyrics in this song are, “A fabled story, away out west / He rides forever, no fear of death.” I tend to relate with lyrics like this because of how many times I’ve cheated death with my heart-condition, and while I might be reading to much into it… I kind of wonder if Charley’s heart-condition was what was on his mind when he wrote those lyrics. Obviously, everyone’s going to interpret a song, differently, but the great thing about music is it helps you to relate to feelings that are difficult to express, or put into words. I think Charley’s the real deal because he’s lived it, there’s truth to the lyrics that he’s singing, rather than merely romanticism.

The only way to deal with these kinds of social media bashings / takedowns is to continue to post as usual, but turn off comments. That’s the only thing that works if you’re innocent and the other person’s guilty, or if you’re guilty and the other person’s innocent. Charley should continue to post to his stories, and to his feed, as much as he likes, but he needs to turn off or restrict comments to only people he follows. I was once naive like Charley, and left my comments open to a malignant narcissist and their band of goons… Never again. That’s the only way I’ve seen anyone bounce back from this, whether they were victimized, or victimized others, whether they were a public or private individual, it literally makes no difference. I know turning off comments seems like admitting some sort of fault, but it isn’t. I know it seems hard, or maybe even counterintuitive, because musicians have social media to connect with their fans, but what if their fans have been influenced? It only matters who’s right in the court of public opinion. ✌️🫶

“Zipper brothers and sisters“ are a sort of affectionate term heart-surgery, and CHD patients use to refer to one-another. I think representation is so important the music industry, so it was so cool finding out that Charley Crockett is also a heart-surgery/congenital heart defect patient! I actually had heart-surgery, around the same time Charley had his! What a “fun” coincidence, lol! 😊❤️

“A few years ago, Texas country-blues singer Charley Crockett wrote "How Long Will I Last" about an uncertain love affair. Little did he know the song title would also apply to his struggle with (congenital) heart disease.*

"The cardiologist determined I was one year away from heart failure," said the 34-year-old musician. "It was really, really good luck that I found out what was wrong with me." Crockett, a descendant of folk hero Davy Crockett, was born with a heart rhythm disorder called Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome, or WPW. He spent a month in the hospital as a newborn, but lived most of his life with no major complications.*

But as his career took off, so did his health problems. He felt fatigue, shortness of breath and dizziness to the point of sometimes blacking out. At first, he chalked it up to years of stress living as an itinerant musician. After growing up in a trailer park in South Texas, he spent his 20s riding the rails, sleeping in parks, and performing for spare change in New York City subway cars. By 2016, when Rolling Stone dubbed him one of "10 Artists You Should Know," his work and travel schedule kicked into high gear.*

"I was living really hard," he said. "I was getting short of breath, and it was scaring me, but I didn't want to talk about it. I'm a pretty stubborn guy, and I didn't want it to be an issue."

It did become an issue – but only by chance. Last year, when Crockett sought medical advice for repairing a hernia, he listed WPW on his medical history, prompting the doctor to send him to a cardiologist as a precaution for surgery. It was only then Crockett learned he also had bicuspid aortic valve stenosis, a disease where, instead of having three aortic flaps that allow the blood to flow, two are fused together. An estimated 1.4 percent of the population is born with bicuspid aortic valve stenosis, but Crockett's condition had progressed to a dangerous point. His valves were leaking blood, making valve replacement surgery a necessity.”

These cats still got it! 🐱🗑️🐈‍⬛🐈🐈‍⬛

I’ve posted to this community before, a few months ago, with the same problem, but now I want try to elaborate a little further on my specific symptoms and situation; because I don’t know of anyone else who is in the exact same boat, and it’s extremely frustrating. There’s also zero information that exists, online, about my specific experience or symptoms.

I’m a 40f who was born with Tetralogy of Fallot and Pulmonary Atresia, when I was about thirty I was diagnosed with heart-failure, and was told that I would probably need another heart-operation. When I consulted the CHD specialists at OHSH, in Portland Oregon, I was told, essentially, that another heart-surgery would be too risky, because of my anatomy. (Essentially because I’ve had so many past surgeries.) I was told, at around that time, by my local cardiologist that I probably needed a heart-transplant. I was told by OHSU, later, that my options were a valve-in-valve procedure, or a heart-transplant. I opted for the Melody valve procedure, which was performed at Stanford University Hospital in Northern California, (in either 2021 or 2022, I don’t remember) but the surgery was only a partial success. The valve was never completely deployed, and my heart ripped and had to be surgically repaired during the catheterization procedure.

Almost immediately after the surgery, I started having very severe and specific symptoms, which were worse than any of the symptoms I had prior to the valve-in-valve surgery. Prior to the operation, my Cardiologists warned me that the operation would be risky because a major artery or vein had grown over my heart, and so I assume what’s happening is that artery or vein in being compressed between the artificial Melody valve, and my sternum or breast bone. That’s essentially what they said might happen if I decided to go ahead with the surgery. I was suggested, by a cardiologist here, online, that I could maybe ask my cardiologists in Portland about maybe placing a stent or shunt to keep that blood vessel open, but I have had some difficulty describing my symptoms to my doctors. My next OHSU cardiology appointment is in September, and they schedule about six months out, so I figure this is the only time, or opportunity, I have to “get my ducks in a row,“ so to speak, and figure out how to explain my symptoms to my cardiologist.

Essentially, I spend most of my time in bed, on my back, because I think when I’m laying down, that vein or artery isn’t being compressed. When I’m on my feet for more than 20 minutes, I get a severe headache and my eyes go crosseyed, in the sense that at least one of my eyes starts to go lazy. I’m not sure what happens after that, because I’ve been very conscious not to be on my feet for too long after these symptoms start, but I’m afraid I might at risk for a stroke. These symptoms started almost immediately after the surgery, and they’re extremely debilitating, to the point where I can never be out of the house, or on my feet, for more than about 30 minutes at a time. Not unless I can find a place to lie down, like on a bench or in the back of vehicle, for example. (Just to elaborate: My aunt on the drive home from my surgery at Stanford noticed my eyes were cross-eyed in a group photo we all took, together, and later, after I had recovered, and had started cardiac rehab; I noticed my eyes going crooked when I walked to the store for the first time after my operation to buy groceries in one of the security mirrors. That’s when I started to become too disabled to walk back and forth to and from my local store, and my symptoms are so severe that I had to switch to going to another store that’s more expensive, and further away, but that I can take the bus to get to, so that my overall time on my feet is less.) I know my surgeons meant well, and did their best, but this botched surgery has completely destroyed my quality of life. I know having another surgery is risky, but I’ve lived like this for years... Hoping it would get better, but it hasn’t. Where or how should I begin to explain all of this to my Cardiologists at my next appointment at OHSU?

I’m often reluctant to talk about anything that specifically has to do with aging… Because in many ways, I’m not your typical 40 year old. When my mom was in her 40’s she was still spry and full of energy, men still hit on her all the time because of the aura and energy she gave off. I was born with a serious heart-condition, and unfortunately I’ve been in pretty poor health, recently, which has taken its toll on my energy levels and physical appearance.

The comments on another sub (talking about “sex symbols”) reminded me of this… But I never understood why I got so much attention from men when I was in my twenties and thirties, but now I kind of get it… people used to say I looked like Angelina Jolie, and had a body like Kim Kardashian, (not men I was dating or anything, just friends or random people on the street, men and women) so I think I fit the public perception of a certain type of beauty-standard, but I’m not sure if either of those women even meet the current beauty standard, today, and it’s hard to say who/what the new beauty standard even is, because culture and media isn’t nearly as homogenous as it used to be. One thing’s for certain, I’ve never been particularly photogenic and so my looks never really translated, online, and so it seems like every time I post a picture of myself, I seem to lose followers, rather than gaining them. When I walked down the street, I always dressed modestly, but up until very recently, would always get more attention than younger women wearing less. I’m not bragging, but I guess it’s something I got used to to the point of it becoming a part of my identity, and who I was.

My appearance has changed in some ways, I think I might have a hormone imbalance, and I carry a bit of water weight under my ribcage that I didn’t used to carry… Obviously, being less confident about your looks is a normal part of aging, but I realized that a huge part of my identity was wrapped up in being “sexy.” (Or just being considered sexy, since I’m extremely sexually inexperienced for a woman my age.) If I’m not “sexy” then who even am I? Lol! I don’t know if beauty standards have changed, or if I’ve changed, (or both!) but it’s sort of disorienting in way I wasn’t really expecting.

I‘m sure I’ve commented on similar posts, and I’m sure this subject has been covered extensively by others… But in my previous post I talked a little about how I became physically disabled due to medical issues in my mid-twenties, while I was studying nursing and working in healthcare. After having surgery and applying for disability, I transferred schools, and changed my major from nursing to Art. Ever since then, though, I feel like I’ve been off my “path” in life, and haven’t really found any of the other jobs, hobbies, or volunteer work I’ve done quite as fulfilling as working in healthcare, and it’s a bit depressing since I know I’m really not healthy enough to return to that field. 

I was born with a heart-condition, and I talked a little about how traumatic it was seeing elderly people hooked up to machines in the hospitals and nursing homes I was training at, like I was as a child when I was recovering from surgery, and how stressful it was… But it was also really emotionally fulfilling and rewarding, feeling like I could help people and make a difference in their lives. Even though my own life-experiences, and personality traits, (like being a pretty extreme introvert, and having some pretty profound medical PTSD that I wasn’t aware that I had until I was working in healthcare, on the other side of the patient/provider relationship) maybe made me not quite cut out for it… it still felt like a rewarding job, and like I was on the right path.

In my heart and mind, nursing just made so much sense to me… And everything else I’ve done, since then, feels like it either hasn’t made sense, or hasn’t lived up to expectations. My last post reminded me of that, but I’ve thinking about it, funnily enough, since I watched the first season of the (*spoiler alert*) live-action version One Piece on Netflix, where there’s a subplot where a sickly heiress gets better and wants to study medicine. Being sick as a child and wanting to help people just made so much sense to me, but I guess it’s a form of divine intervention, or maybe fate, that I was pulled off that path for whatever reason. 

If you feel like Chronic Illness got you off your chosen path in life, how did you reevaluate, and recalibrate, to find a new path to walk on?

I have become death, the destroyer of worlds.

And what was your experience? To be specific, I’m not talking about any relationship where dating a healthcare worker would be a conflict of interest, but just more generally. I’ve been talking to several men who work in healthcare on dating sites, but I’m concerned that dating me might feel like an extension of their work, since I’m chronically ill and on SSI. On the positive side, though, I think someone who works in healthcare might be more empathetic and understanding of my specific limitations.

I remember this was my favorite video on YouTube when I first discovered it! I love this postage stamp outfit on her! I really hope she someday returns to her pop rock/indie rock roots. 🫶🤘🎸