#AM interview

[damsel-in-mistress]

thinking about how on the AM Album Playback Alex talked about how how the timing of his vocals is quite lazy and he's "always behind the beat, hiding" and how it's something Frank Sinatra did live and how he thought there was "something badass about it" - that explains a lot of what we've been seeing him do live (I, for one, bloody fucking love it)

he also rambles a bit about "becoming a crooner" and "putting the guitar down" so he can "get his arms out and walk around"

[28-destiel-505]

Gonna sum up an interview of Alex that I love ;

Interviewer : Are you a boy or a man ?

Alex : I'm a pretty girl.

Can you recognize the interview ?

[hallowvamp]

"How can you like these very toxic and horrible characters that have done despicable and unforgivable things?" oh it's quite simple actually, this is fiction and I think with my dick.

[thesunoficaruss]

big fan of romance horror. big fan of terrible people still being loved. big fan of bending morality and turning the grotesque into something beautiful.

[and-fishing-equipment]

i've started reading tvl and no amount of posts telling me there's a "huge tonal shift" could have prepared me for this HUGE TONAL SHIFT this is the funniest fucking thing i've ever read it genuinely goes like:

louis, narrator of iwtv: as i wandered the streets of paris, i wished most of all for death. i had called to god, to satan, anyone, to find meaning in it all. but for an evil creature such as myself there is no place in this world. there can be no love where this evil lies. it was as though a veil separated me from all that could be good and righteous. i did not deserve to love and be loved in return, not by claudia, lestat, armand. to attempt it would be a sisyphean task, a fools tale. and yet...... the need for hole from armand was so great. greater was only the need for........ living human blood.

lestat, narrator of tvl: hey guys, my name is lestat, you may know me because i'm really hot and sexy. english isn't my first language so sorry if i make any mistakes!! okay here's my story: after rotting beneath the earth for decades, my hot and sexy body has finally risen from the ground. i used to be depressed, but now i'm slutting it up again in the 20th century! first thing i did was get some (hot and sexy) new clothes and then wore them while riding my (hot and sexy) motorcycle and listening to bach on my sony walkman. while i was watching this super niche indie film (you've probably not heard of it) "apocalypse now" i realized that i'm so evil that i shouldn't exist. but then i realized what could make me deserve to live on this planet: rock n roll music.

[jeyneofpoole]

the children keep clipping my songs for their ‘tick tock’ audios louis. they do not even know the lyrics they are using ma musique sombre to gyrate in a sickening fashion for their sycophants to slaver over i have poured my heart and soul into my art and they have sped it up to form some sort of esthétique. louis how do i make them stop this grotesquerie mon cher please

[manchesterau]

dan live on australian morning show said: "we're the guys that made your daughters hair blue, we're the person that made them a boy, maybe theyre a them now but you gotta love them because if you don't we will and that is a threat"

[skyrigel]

“That ship is toxic ! They're so unhealthy—”

[deterioratingpisces]

Loumand argument, you will always be famous.

[schusseltier]

Some scenes from Delicate Machinery

[fascinationstreetmp3]

annoying4annoying (insp)

[nocontextlestat]

[gaypeople]

that's his baby

[funsizedshark]

interview with the vampire if it was published in the 70s—wait

inspo under the cut

[shblackwoodart]

he's so pretty

[petrowriting]

the revelation that claudia’s rebirth was such a twisted and horrible moment, with louis dragging her like she was a thing, a stranger who neither of them knew but he kept saying over and over “our daughter, our beautiful little daughter” to lestat, really solidified the way she was never the main character of her own story. she was always an accessory to some or the other of louis’ whims: his guilt, his loneliness, his conflict of being a killer, his rocky relationship with lestat. there was love there, love from both her fathers, but it was never enough. lestat saw her too much as a wretched mirror held up to his own self, and louis was always too steeped in his own feelings to care enough about hers. claudia’s story truly was the greatest tragedy in this tale, treated horribly by every man around her, even her fathers, relentlessly exploited and brutally ignored, always second and never first. the only one who loved her the way she deserved to be loved was madeleine, and the moment she truly had her, her happiness was torn from her. and just before she died, she got to see someone actually choose her in her entirety, not for what she can be but for who she is, and it still wasn’t enough. she still burned alive in the sunlight. the love was there, but it wasn’t enough to save her.