Sony/Syco Sabotage in Broad Daylight: Louis Tomlinson and Walls

We rarely have an opportunity to post in real time about the music or movie industry openly sabotaging a closeted celebrity, but here we are.  Louis Tomlinson's WALLS music video was to be released worldwide at 5 p.m. GMT today. 9:00 a.m. PST; 12:00 noon EST.

Yet this is what fans are being met with at this very moment instead:

How interesting that this particular video has been previewing clips for several days making it clear (Loud, Loud, Louder) that the content, themes, and similarities between Louis (WALLS) and Harry's (Lights Up) music videos are about the music industry and its conscious, brutal and continued closeting of two young men. Two men who have been in a loving relationship for nearly a decade, and who simply want to be free. Sony/Syco (including label subsidiaries, Columbia and ARISTA Records) are more than aware that today is an American Federal holiday and that fans were anxiously awaiting the YouTube music video's release - excited to hear, view and begin streaming Louis' solo work for charting purposes, while also anticipating more embedded clues about what really has been going on behind the scenes. 

Fortunately, Louis has Worldwide fans who are devoted and incredible supporters of his work and his personal story. Such buffoonery will not deter their admiration or respect. They may have been delayed for some 50 minutes this morning, but they know how to handle bullies. Never give up. Be brave. And, continue to love and support Louis and Harry. No matter what. Those walls will come tumbling down some day. To paraphrase Louis, then "We'll be taller than them all."

No doubt some plausibly deniable story will emerge soon to gaslight everyone into believing that a simple and innocent technical difficulty occurred today. 

But, for now, it's 9:35 a.m. PST and still no video. We'll be back to properly analyze the WALLS content when it finally becomes available. If Louis and Harry can be patient, so can we. As Harry once tweeted back in 2013:

Seven years later, and we're still listening, and we still see the truth. Because the relentless sabotage is not just about Louis and Harry. It's about One Direction. About how Sony/Syco are punishing all five men in both big and small ways, using them as industry examples of what will happen to those who dare to challenge the closet.  It's about control. There maybe be crickets coming from Sony this morning, but Louis is as loud as ever. 

But these high walls, they came up short
Now I stand taller than them all
These high walls never broke my soul, and I
I watched them all come falling down
I watched them all come falling down for you
Falling down for you

Except from WALLS music video - One Direction

our playlist: WALLS

[Edited:  YouTube video finally up at 9:50 a.m.]

And to All a Good Night! - A Christmas Story Featuring Narnia's Favorite Men

[psst! Warning to those under 18 - there is nudity in the post!]

LOL!  Timberrrrrr...

Well, here we are.  Christmas Eve and some of us are still wrapping.  Still taking a sip of the 'nog.  If you have any children, you may be watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas for the 45th time.

Narnia Dispatches would like to take this time to wish everyone a very Merry Holiday season.  To those in the midst of the eight nights of Festival of Lights, a Happy Hanukkah.  And as for our OTP men and honorary members?  Well...

'Twas the Night Before Christmas, when all through the house,
not a One Directioner was stirring, not even a mouse

  

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, 
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.  

The One D'ers were nestled all snug in their beds, 
while visions of Patrick Mahomes danced in their heads;

and Jake in his 'kerchief,  

and Austin sandwiched by caps, 

had just settled their brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, 
Austin sprang from his bed

to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. 

The moon 

on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to Travis Kelce's eyes below. 

When, what to my wondering Austin-eyes 

 























should appear, 


But a bigass sleigh full of Gyllenichols goslings,

 

and six Padackles Dingle-Judas Dream-offs, 

With a little old driver 

so lively and quick, 

I knew in a moment it must be St. "Nichols".

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled,

and shouted,

and called them by name;

"Now BT1! now BT2!  now BT3 and BT4!

On, Padackle1! on, Padackle2!  on, Padackle3 and 4!"

To the top of the pap-proof condo! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!'

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

 

With the sleigh full of toys, 

and St. Nichols too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof 

 

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney, St. Nichols came down with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur,

from his head to his foot,

and his clothes were all covered in ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had slung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled!

 his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses,

 

his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

 

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk

And laying his finger inside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, 

to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down on a thistle

 

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Can I have just a little?"  Whaaaa?  No, no, no, no, Adam!! That's not what he said.  He said,



"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!!"



Bravo, men!!!  Bravo!!!

Narnia Dispatches wants to again, wish all of our visitors and readers a very Merry Christmas!!   

pic sources:  Giphy, tenor, deskgram, rphelper, freerepublic, gifer,
                     pinterest, Royals.com, Columbia Dispatch, GQ,
                     Facebook, Listal, Times Malta, Perez Hilton
our playlist:  What a Glorious Night - Sidewalk Prophets
                     Light of the Stable - Selah
                     All Creation Sing (Joy to the World) - Seth Condrey
                     Born is the King (It's Christmas) - Hillsong
                     Go Tell It on the Mountain - Seabird
                     Christmas Day - Michael W Smith w/ Mandisa
                     And To All a Good Night -  Band of Merrymakers

                      

Aaaah, But to Be 39 - Happy Birthday, Mr. GyllenNichols

Can you believe that this young man right here (as he fusses with the metal, portable cart)...

who hung out at Borders with Austin on a Friday night,

cradled his puppy Boo,

loved his cashmere grandpa vests and sweaters,

played baseball,

wore birds and stamps on his shirts,

grocery shopped in flip flops and red polos (and tons of paper/plastic combos!!),

loved Sprinkles cupcakes,

 

ate on benches on sidewalks,

wore white shorts while holding up brick walls with his near-bare feet whilst simultaneously and casually chatting on the phone,

bent, stretched, flexed, uncaring of who saw,

and loved to shop,

 

has become the now-39 year old Father of Many and 4th Quarter Recluse that he is today?

There's no one else like Jacob and despite "Allegedly" becoming a more fitting middle name than Benjamin these days, this author thinks he can still rock the world.

For sure, there is a crew of Gyllenichols children whose world he rocks even more and they are the rewards he surrounds himself with as he disappears around this time of year.  

Happy Birthday, Mr. Jake!  *wink*

pic sources:  IHJ, Oh My Godot, gfycat

our playlist:  Bring Me Love - Marie Digby

                     This Christmas - Train

                     A New York Christmas - Rob Thomas