Mitchell Thomas Laddie (born September 24, 1990) is an English guitarist, vocalist, songwriter and producer from Consett, County Durham. He was born in Shotley Bridge, County Durham, and raised in Ebchester.
Blues & Soul has described Laddie as "the most exciting young blues player of the current bunch and probably the only serious prospect for major global success this country has produced in several decades". His 2012 full-length album Burning Bridges also won Blues & Soul "Album Of The Year".
Mitchell Thomas Laddie was born on September 24, 1990 in Shotley Bridge, County Durham and grew up in Ebchester, County Durham. He is of Irish descent. Influenced by his Grandfather's love of music and his parents' record collection, which heavily included Blues and Prog Rock, Laddie was drawn to music from an early age. Growing up in a house full of guitars, he became fascinated with the instrument and often picked up and played with his Father's Stratocaster. At the age of 5, he discovered Motown music and was later influenced by artists such as Michael Jackson and Stevie Wonder.
Laddie is the word for boy in Scottish English.
Laddie or Laddy may also refer to:
Laddie is a 1935 American comedy-drama film directed by George Stevens from a screenplay by Ray Harris and Dorothy Yost, based on the 1913 novel, Laddie: A True Blue Story, by Gene Stratton-Porter. The film stars John Beal, Gloria Stuart, and Virginia Weidler.
Laddie is a 1940 American film directed by Jack Hively with Tim Holt in the title role.
It was based on the novel by Gene Stratton-Porter which had been filmed by RKO previously in 1935.
Farmer son Laddie Stanton falls in love with the daughter of the man who just bought the land next door, Pamela Pryor. Her father is a vicious old Englishman, and isn't at all happy with the prospect of having Laddie as a son-in-law.
Pamela tries to make Laddie get another profession, to please her father and be able to continue their relation. Laddie is very upset and regards Pamela's plead as disrespectful. Laddie's sister, Sister, decides to help the. couple out.
Later, Mr. Pryor's dishonored son Robert, arrives on a visit. The Stanton family takes him in when his father doesn't, and Sister starts scheming how to use this to their advantage. When she tells Mr. Pryor that his son is staying with them, the old man is furious and goes to visit the family. He learns that Robert is ill and therefore was discharged from the British Army. Understanding that he was wrong about his son, Mr. Pryor forgives him and also warms to Laddie.
Mitch may refer to:
The British documentary television programme Meerkat Manor (September 2005 – August 2008), produced by Oxford Scientific Films for Animal Planet International, documented the antics of various meerkats being studied by the Kalahari Meerkat Project. The meerkats live in matriarchal groups led by a dominant couple, who have exclusive mating and breeding rights. The remainder of the group is usually the offspring and relatives of the dominant couple.
In the first three series of the four-series programme, five major groups of meerkats were regularly shown, however its primary focus was on a group called the Whiskers, one of the largest and oldest of the research groups. Other groups featured were neighbouring rival groups of the Whiskers and groups formed by former Whiskers members. During the first series, a group called the Lazuli were depicted as the Whiskers’ main rivals, with occasional appearances by the smaller Gattaca group. In the second series, the Commandoes were introduced as one of the toughest rivals the Whiskers had ever faced, and by the third, the Commandoes had forced the Whiskers to move. The Whiskers then acquired two new neighbouring groups, the Zappa, with whom they had frequent confrontations, and the short-lived Starsky group formed by a trio of evicted Whiskers females. In the fourth and final series, one of the Whiskers' females formed a new group, the Aztecs.
Fat Chance is a solo album by Paul Heaton, the former frontman of both The Housemartins and The Beautiful South, released in 2001 in the guise of Biscuit Boy (a.k.a. Crackerman). The album was rereleased the following year, complete with new artwork and crediting the artist as Paul Heaton.
The album was critically acclaimed, but was not a commercial success.
Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that ACP
We 'bout to throw these boys in a motherfuckin mosh pit
For those of y'all who don't know what a mosh pit is
It's just a bunch of drunk, ignorant motherfuckers
gettin' the shit whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what I'm sayin?
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Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
Its the Juice, up in the club
So raise your set high in the air and show me love
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Take your shirt off and commence to whippin' hoes
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Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!)
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So all you haters better get ready to retire
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I went from having no chedder to bling bling
I got some ice, I'm never nice
And I'm a killer so don't make me say it twice
Straight out of Memphis, can I get a witness?
And I be lookin for the chickens with the thickness
I'm here forever, any kind of weather
You say you don't take advice you fuckin' better
My anger swellin', my hate it dwellin'
I might be naughty or nice there ain't no tellin'
My mind trash, I'm about to blast
Not even a hero can save your fuckin' ass!
See the Lil Wyte, I'm from the bay
I do not play, you best of prayed
This is my time, I'm 'bout to blind
I'm smokin' pine, I am so high
I'm 'bout to ride, best not collide
'Cuz if I see you I'm creepin' up from behind
You better hide, you on my side
You in my hood and I know I'm up in your mind
I'll break it down, just like a pound
Of some of the prettiest gally that you done found
I am the man, you are a lame
I'll fuck you up worst than the effect of a plane
This is the real, don't like the feel?
Then get back off in the kitchen where you can chill
I roll with killers, and drug dealers
And all the others I kick it with 'bout their scriller
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Yo this is Chris Steve from Saliva comin' at you
I'm bumpin' this Unbreakables motherfucker
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You can't handle it
You can't even fuckin taste this motherfucker
You know what, 'cuz this dick is in your god damn mouth bitch!