MAITSON, Taylor B.

[taylor maitson]

TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD, INDIANAPOLIS RAISED LOS ANGELES LIVING, BASSIST - CAT'S CRADLE ___________________________________________ AM "I wake up at 7:30 most days. Sometime during Covid I stopped setting an alarm, finding I was naturally waking up around that time anyway. I'll lie in if I'm hungover but that's not as much of a thing for me these days. I turn on Spotify, letting it play over the home stereo system - it's usually NOFX, or the 5th Dimension, maybe Blur. I don't pigeonhole myself musically. I'll have a black coffee or a green juice and do Wordle, which I'll text with Joe about, debating how hard or easy we think todays is. I'll text daily affirmations to Zac, which is embarrassing but unfortunately works. We've only recently rekindled our friendship, so it's all sorta fragile. I usually delete the texts straight after just in case anyone might see. Then I go to yoga because that's just the kind of person I am these days, I guess. I'm pretty good at it. I think the instructor has a crush on me because she loves drawing the attention of the class when I've done a pose well--  or maybe she thinks I'm slow and need more encouragement? Either way I like it. I get another drink but this time it'll be a fruit smoothie, something loaded with strawberries and banana and tons of natural sugar that the girls in my yoga class judge me for but who cares. I'm a rockstar baby, gotta live life on the edge. By now it's about 10:30 and the day will be looming in front of me so I'll either go back to bed, play some violin (my true love) or watch porn, depending on how my mood strikes. On special occasions I might stalk my ex on Instagram or look through the nudes I still have in the hidden folder on my phone. Sometimes, just sometimes, I'll miss the routine and camaraderie of being on a tour bus with my best friends, or running errands with said ex, but most of the time I'm pretty happy to be on my own." ___________________________________________ r/catscradle What is with Taylor and that NY Chinese restaurant? submitted at 04:51 PM by beeplay Am I late to this or does Taylor mention a specific Chinese restaurant in every interview?  [-] jerouper Hahaha Song No Yuan and yes you're late. It's a running gag that's been going for years, he finds a way to mention it in every interview, usually as casually as he can manage. You can see the rest of the band rolling their eyes in some video interviews. I have no idea how it started but personally I crack up every time, it's one of those things that's so stupid it goes back around to being funny again. mediami122   It started because he lived above the place when he first moved to NY and would eat there all the time. Back when he was a model, the owner saw his picture on a billboard, told him he if he got famous he would have to remember the place. He did! cocoxoxo   I had no idea that's how it started, love that [-] musicMagic_832 First rule of Cat's Cradle press: nothing Taylor says is remotely serious. He's announced collabs with artists that don't exist and made up ghost stories on the fly, I think he just says whatever comes to mind in the moment so he's less bored. [-] 2hot5u   Knew the joke but has anyone actually been? greygard3ns1   I have, there's always CC fans in there and they've got pictures of him and the owner on the wall. Food is incredibly mid which imo makes it funnier 2hot5u   lol it does, putting it on my list! ___________________________________________ HAPPIEST WHEN: WATCHING DEEP SEA DOCUMENTARIES FOREVER OBSESSION: KENDRA SANTISI MOST KNOWN FOR: DRESSING LIKE IT'S 1959 MOST LIKELY TO: LIE FOR FUN CURRENTLY STALKING: LENNY DE LA CRUZ ___________________________________________ an accusation, luanne maitson "I don't like to talk about Taylor. My little brother grew up and decided he was better than us, I think. We didn't grow up with much but you'd never know that to look at him now, in his LA apartment with his sports car, Victoria Secret models on his arm and millions in the bank. Long way from the times we'd have to sew up our clothes for the third time, or when we'd eat the same thing for weeks on end because ma had some coupon that got us industrial quantities of it, canned peaches or spaghetti, mountains of the stuff. We'd challenge each other to cook offs, making a game of seeing who could make it taste the most different just mixing it with whatever else we had at home. It wasn't so bad. Ma was struggling with dad working away for so long, and yeah, she's got a problem with drink, even she'd admit that. But I don't know how he could forget all about us so easily. First he got that modelling contract... honestly we all thought he was being sex trafficked, living in some crazy apartment in New York with six other models. But then he was in that Calvin Klein ad, so yeah, I think he was actually a model, thank god. Then he decided to get into music. Well, he'd always been musical, but I guess he decided to switch it up. Now he's all over TMZ and Rolling Stone and every radio station. Since he made it big we haven't heard a word from him, it's heartbreaking but what can you do? He ignores me and we used to be close, I never thought I'd see the day. Fame really changes people and it's ugly as hell." a counterargument, taylor maitson "By the time I was sixteen every cop in our neighborhood knew me. Sure, it was my dad who had to officially bail her out, but it was me who'd come collect my mom from the drunk tank. It was me who'd feel her hot whisky breath on my face as she screeched at the officers, gloating at being released or abusing them for doing their jobs. For arresting her for her parking lot scams, her petty theft, for disturbing the peace or driving drunk. I'd chat to the officers while they discharged her, got to know who had kids and how many, what their vacation plans were. They showed more interest in me than she ever did. Our dad was absent at best and disinterested at worst. He'd tell me to respect my mom, even as she was passed out on the couch, notifications flashing up on her phone from all the arguments she used to start on fucking Facebook. He has no idea what it was like to go to school with Mad Maggie as a mom, how many times I went hungry because there was only enough food in for Lu to eat, some of the things she'd say to me in the depths of a drunk rage. Eventually I stopped. I was nineteen by then and I stopped posting her bail, I stopped cleaning up her messes, I stopped trying to make her see sense. One day I caught her in a gleeful mood and immediately my back was up. Prying her phone out of her hands, I discovered that she had been scouring the internet for traumatic stories and starting fake Go Fund Mes, pretending to be the family of kids with cancer, or of people whose young partners had been murdered. I felt sick. I reported her to the cops and left the same day, I haven't spoken to her since and I don't regret that at all. She'd only want money from me, that much I know for fact. Fast forward two years and my sister calls me in a panic, says her kid is sick and they don't have insurance and can I wire her $10k? I knew straight away that my mom was behind it. I felt sick to my stomach that Lu would do that, that she'd use the kids against me in favor of that cunt. I cut her off too, fuck them all." ___________________________________________ PM INCOMING VOICEMAIL ▶   Hey, it's Zac. I've been thinking a lot about what you said on the retreat and you're right, I was being selfish. It's not fair on the band and it's not fair on Lily either. Thanks for giving it to me straight. Anyway, call me when you get this. OUTGOING VOICENOTE ▶   Alesssssiaaaaa. Guess who. Anyway I'm on Ken's Instagram, is she serious with this fucking guy? Look at him, what a fucking loser. Talk some sense into her would ya? INCOMING TEXT, LEFT ON READ ▶   Mom's in the hospital.  OUTGOING TEXT, ALSO LEFT ON READ ▶   JoOoOoOoOey. I'm at the Gaslite come do karaoke with me.. Hot girsl here too come downnn!

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