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anastasiaskarsgard · 5 months ago

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Hey! Could you do a vampire marquis one shot where he meets the reader that looks like the love of his life from a past life but passed away from old age. Now he’s determined to make the reader a vampire so he doesn’t lose them again. Could be cute, could be angst, could be yandere, your choice!

I'm gonna do this in more than one part, not sure how long it'll be but here we go.

PART ONE: When your friends don't know best

"that rich guy is staring at you." Your friend Annie told you as she glanced his way, and then back at you.

You quickly looked in the direction she had sent her eyes and you instantly met an intense stare from one of the most beautiful men you'd ever seen. Snapping your eyes away, you blushed when you saw Annie's huge smile. Feeling as tho you'd been caught doing something, you should not, you didn't allow yourself to look back at the gorgeous man. "How do you know he's rich?" You asked her. You didn't really go out often, and never to an exclusive club like this, so you were in over your head. You'd never been afraid to ask questions though, so you patiently waited while your friend, danced in a circle to get a sneaky peak at him once more.

"ok first thing you look at is the watch. He has an extremely expensive one on. You need to learn high end watches. Next you check his shoes which are obviously high end, and then look at the fit of his suit. His suit fits so well, on his unusually tall frame, that there's no way that's not a custom tailored suit. Add to that he's at the most expensive, nicest table with the best view in VIP, and he has his own security with him. The head host was sucking up to him earlier, and if all that isn't evidence enough for you, the man screams money and power. He's probably some blue blood or has some archaic title."

You nodded in agreement with all her observations. "Well that's too bad. He's so gorgeous, I might have danced with him if he asked me to." You shared as you shrugged your shoulders.

Annie's eyebrows rose in surprise. "What am I missing?" She asked, still looking lost.

"he is tall, gorgeous and wealthy. There's no way that he's not full of himself, and likely doesn't know how to treat little peasants like myself. He's probably unbearably conceited and is from such a different world than me, we'd likely struggle to understand each other. Plus if he isn't an absolute man whore, then his other half is most definitely a super model or heiress. I'm an American girl spending her summer in France, staying at the home of our exchange student who lives on a farm I might add." You laughed as you grabbed her hands and began to dance together.

"you could be a supermodel if you weren't such a bookworm." Annie confidently stated like it was a fact.

"I hate taking pictures and modeling seems like it'd be torture. Getting all made up for a few pictures that they pose you in various ways, before stripping everything away and starting over and over and over. Hurry up and wait, and then some weirdo tries to fuck me at every turn. No thank you." You shouted to your friend over the music.

It was so loud that even though you were in close proximity to her, you had to shout as loud as possible.

"not a man whore and don't have another half."

Eyes going wide, you whipped your head around and found none other than the gorgeous man, standing right in front of you. Unable to think of what to say, you turned to Annie with a look of horror on your face.

Seeing you were about to have a panic attack, Annie took it upon herself to introduce herself and you too. The man politely introduced himself as the Marquis de Gramont, and you nodded along dumbly as though you knew what the hell that meant.

At first you had decided that he was trying to get with Annie, since they talked so easily and Annie was beautiful and magnetic. She had grown up wealthy, so they'd likely have stuff in common too. Resigned to the fact, he wasnt interested in you, you felt more comfortable and were able to dance and have fun. When you and Annie went to the bathroom tho, she told you he was obviously into you.

You didn't think it was that obvious.

As the night wore on, you had this foreboding feeling you couldn't shake. Maybe you just were socially awkward. Never had anyone paid such close attention to you. He hung on your every word, and stared at you with such intensity, that it would have been terrifying if he wasn't so gorgeous. Even when you had needed to use the restroom, he'd escorted you there, and waited on you to be done. Even though the club was packed with people, he somehow was able to create a bubble around yourselves, that no one dared enter.

When you decided it was time to go, he had insisted that you let him drop you off at your friend's hotel. After a bit of back and forth, you gave in and followed him outside, where a two toned black and white Rolls Royce was waiting.

Slipping inside you were awe struck by the luxurious vehicle and failed to notice the Marquis soaking up your innocent wonder painted across your face, as you explored the vehicle.

Too soon you arrived at Annie's hotel, and the Marquis walked you up to her room. Taking your hand in his, he brought his lips to your hand lightly and asked if he could see you again. You agreed to see him again, not believing you actually would, but it was fun letting yourself believe this perfect guy liked you as much as he seemed to.

When you closed the door behind you, Annie screeched in excitement and swore that you'd met your very own prince charming. As she planned out your life together, you fell asleep when she's been trying to decide what your future twins names would be, and whether they'd enjoy horses as much as their older brother.

You woke the next morning to a knock at the door. Crawling from the bed, you figured it was housekeeping and wanted to tell them to skip this room today. Swinging the door open, you just stared at the enormous bouquet of long stem red roses like you expected them to speak.

"Delivery for you mademoiselle. Where would you like them?" The delivery man asked you from behind the enormous bouquet.

Directing him to place them on the bar, he placed an envelope in your hand , and was gone before you could even find your purse to tip him.

Although you were flattered, something just didn't sit right with you about him. You had been taught that anything too good to be true, was.

"who was that?" Your tired friend asked as she stumbled on the living area. "Oh my God! Are these from him? You fu king whore!"

She spotted the letter in your hand and demanded you read it to her as she made you both some coffee.

"to the most beautiful girl in the world, now before you think I am crazy, understand that I realize this is moving quite fast however, I am throwing a charity function for a children's charity that I run that is near and dear to my heart this evening at my estate and I would be honored if you and your lovely friend would join me. I understand that this is short notice, and so I have a driver downstairs waiting for you in the black and white Bentley that will take you to any fashion house in Paris to choose something to wear this evening. My treat for both of you. And don't you dare forget purses shoes and some jewelry. The media will likely be there, so a lot of these photos will be published and I want you girls looking your best. Also I've never invited any women to anything for many years so everyone is going to be very interested just to warn you. I hope that you are free this evening and would like to see me again as much as I would love to see you." You read. Looking up at your friend, you could see she was about to explode with excitement.

You really didn't want to see the Marquis again. Something about him just didn't sit right. while it had been flattering at first that a rich, powerful, attractive man seemed to be enthralled by you, you just couldn't get past the feeling in your gut.

Noticing you're lack of response or enthusiasm, your friend put her hands on her hips, and commanded "you are going in that bedroom and you are getting some clothes on and we are going shopping. I don't care what kind of craziness you've gotten in your head but this man is beautiful, powerful, rich, and even cares about children or something. I will not allow you to mess this up young lady!"

You rolled your eyes, and sighed dramatically, but listened to your bossy friend. When she walked in the room to get dressed as well, you informed her that if you two got kidnapped and sold into slavery, she was doing all the work.

If only you'd known how close to the truth that soon would be.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #my writing #marquis de gramont #the marquis #writing prompt #answered

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casualaruanienjoyer · 6 months ago

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Hi Stella 💕

What do AOT characters do to de-stress after a hard day?

Helloo!! I hope you're having an AMAZING day! Thank you for sending me this!

What do AOT characters do to de-stress after a hard day?

Eren: He likes to sit and chat with his friends, maybe play some games together. He's having fun until others start winning instead, and then ends up sulking in the corner. This was supposed to be about HIM!

Mikasa: Jogging! What better way to get rid of your stress than by running away from it? She likes listening to music and taking scenic routes around town. Some people say she's still jogging to this very day.

Armin: Nothing beats chilling in bed and reading a book that he loves. Get all comfortable, pjs on, hot drink by his side, reading light on. This man knows where it's at!

Annie: She will, most likely, be cuddling up to Armin as he reads. Sometimes she enjoys doing crosswords together, read mystery books or scroll on her phone. It's quiet, but they both enjoy this shared silence.

Jean, Reiner, Onyankopon: What better way to unwind than to go to a bar with your friends. After a particularly stressful day, you can find Jean, Reiner, and Onyankopon drinking in town. It's all fun and games until Jean and Reiner start making out and Onyankopon becomes the third wheel. Every fucking time.

Pieck: Bath time! This woman will spend HOURS in the bathroom, reading or watching movies while taking a hot bath. She has many bath bombs, scented candles and the sorts. She completely ignores everyone who bangs the door.

Connie, Sasha, Gabi, Falco, Historia, Ymir: These guys have a D&D campaign going and they are DEDICATED. Falco somehow ended up being the dm and he's been so evil with his players. Connie is on death saves, Sasha is already on her second character, Historia and Ymir still have no idea how to play and Gabi's killing all his npcs. Everyone is screaming. Ah yes, truly a relaxing activity for them.

Levi and Hange: They enjoy having tea in the living room together. Hange's brought a bunch of foreign tea flavours and each time they meet like this they try a new one. They even made a score board to see which one will win by the end of it.

Zeke: This man comes home, strips down to his underwear and just watches TV, dad style. Maybe even drink a beer and eat some chips. Nothing beats this freedom.

Yelena: Sometimes when she isn't plotting the destruction of the world in her spare time, she will go out on dates. She's seen so many people that she lost count. It's not that she's looking for anything serious, but DAMN it feels nice to eat for free every day.

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jazzandother-blog · 3 months ago

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Ray Charles and Quincy Jones

(English / Español / Italiano)

‘Shortly after arriving in Seattle, I heard about a blind man who had shown up one night at the Elks Club on Madison Street and had blown up the place away with his playing and singing. Rumour had it that he had appeared in Seattle out of nowhere and was amazing, so I snuck in one night to hear him. He was a lanky, dark-skinned guy, and he was throwing himself around like a madman. He played piano and sang like Nat King Cole and Charles Brown, and he also played be bop on alto sax like Charlie Parker. There was even something of Bud Powell in his piano playing. I attended a whole set and then introduced myself. He told me his name was Ray Charles and it was love at first sight for both of us. I was fourteen when I met him and he was sixteen, and what I liked about him and his music was that he was independent. At sixteen, Ray Charles was already a man. […] I admired the way he did the shopping, the way he cooked, the way he did the laundry. I'd watch him cross the street without a cane or a dog, avoid traffic, do the shopping, figure out the rest, shuffle across the pavement, never missing a step, and I'd say to myself, ‘Hell, if he can do it, I can do it. [Ray was my role model at a time when I had few role models. He understood the world as I was incapable of understanding it. He told me, ‘All music has soul, Quincy. No matter what style, you have to be true to it. He refused to set limits for himself.

("Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones", Three Rivers Press, 2002)

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«Poco después de llegar a Seattle, oí hablar de un chico ciego que se había presentado una noche en el Elks Club de Madison Street y había hecho estallar el local tocando y cantando. Se rumoreaba que había aparecido en Seattle de la nada y que era increíble, así que me colé allí una noche para escucharle. Era un tipo delgaducho, de piel morena, y se lanzaba como un loco. Tocaba el piano y cantaba como Nat King Cole y Charles Brown, y también tocaba be bop con el saxo alto como Charlie Parker. Incluso había algo de Bud Powell en su estilo al piano. Asistí a un set entero y luego me presenté. Me dijo que se llamaba Ray Charles y fue amor a primera vista para los dos. Yo tenía catorce años cuando le conocí y él dieciséis, y lo que me gustaba de él y de su música era que era independiente. A los dieciséis años, Ray Charles ya era un hombre. […] Admiraba cómo hacía la compra, cómo cocinaba y cómo lavaba la ropa. Le veía cruzar la calle sin bastón ni perro, evitar el tráfico, hacer la compra, calcular el resto, arrastrar los zapatos al pisar la acera, sin perder nunca un paso, y me decía: «Joder, si él puede hacerlo, yo también». […] Ray fue mi modelo a seguir en una época en la que tenía pocos modelos a seguir. Entendía el mundo como yo era incapaz de entenderlo. Me dijo: «Toda la música tiene alma, Quincy. No importa el estilo, tienes que ser fiel a él». Se negaba a ponerse límites».

("Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones", Three Rivers Press, 2002)

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«Poco dopo essere arrivato a Seattle, sentii parlare di un tizio cieco che una sera si era presentato all'Elks Club di Madison Street e aveva buttato giù il locale suonando e cantando. Si diceva che fosse comparso a Seattle dal nulla e che fosse incredibile, perciò una sera mi intrufolai lì dentro per ascoltarlo. Era un ragazzo magro, dalla pelle bruna, e ci dava dentro come un matto. Suonava il pianoforte e cantava come Nat King Cole e Charles Brown, e suonava anche il be bop sul sax alto come Charlie Parker. C'era anche un po' di Bud Powell nel suo stile al pianoforte. Assistetti a un intero set e poi mi presentai. Mi disse che si chiamava Ray Charles e fu amore a prima vista per entrambi. Avevo quattordici anni quando lo incontrai per la prima volta, e lui ne aveva sedici, e ciò che mi piacque, sia di lui che della sua musica, è che era indipendente. A sedici anni, Ray Charles era un uomo. […] Ammiravo il modo in cui faceva la spesa da solo, cucinava da solo e si lavava i panni. Lo guardavo attraversare la strada senza un bastone né un cane, evitare il traffico, fare gli acquisti, calcolare il resto, strascicare le scarpe mentre saliva sul marciapiedi, senza mai mancare un passo, e mi dicevo: “Accidenti, se lo può fare lui, posso farlo anch'io”. […] Ray era il mio modello, in un momento in cui di modelli ne avevo pochi. Capiva il mondo come io non ero capace di capirlo. Diceva: “Ogni musica ha la sua anima, Quincy. Non importa in che stile sia, devi esserle fedele”. Rifiutava di porsi dei limiti»

("Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones", Three Rivers Press, 2002)

Source: jazzit.it

#jazz #ray charles #quincy jones #“Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones”

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lilliesofinspirationvalley · 4 months ago

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Cunning Hares Headcanons

First of many posts sharing my personal interpretations on ZZZ characters and their dynamics!

Nicole Demara - 27-28, Mexican/Indian, trans woman, sapphic

Anby Demara - 19, Filipino, demigirl (enby Anby rights), aroace spectrum, definitely has autism.

Billy Kid - 27-28 (at least with physical/mental age… there’s a very reasonable chance he’s been active for a long or short period of time), Argentenian (idc if he’s a robot, he’s latino in my heart), bisexual, inherently got some genderqueerness by being a robot but primarily male/masc, and sentience gave him adhd /hj

Nekomata (Nekomiya Mana) - 15, Black/Japanese, sapphic, potentially has adhd and/or autism (she hasn’t really looked into it much)

Billy doesn’t like rock music (that much anymore) because it was all the Sons of Calydon played on the road. All the time. So he (understandably) needs a break from it.

While we’re on the subject, I’m so curious about classical music putting him to sleep. Does he mean standard “lullaby songs” like Clair de Lune or Sugarplum Fairy? Or would this guy conk out to a Dies Irae? Classical/orchestral music has. A very very wide range.

This is technically more related to Sons of Calydon, and we can’t really say who he does/doesn’t know in the gang yet (Caeser for sure, most likely Piper— Burnice and Lighter are kinda up in the air, but they probably know our silly android man too… and I’m betting Lucy is the newest member? There’s a chance they could know each other— like she joined and he left a little after). But!!! He was often sent out to get booze for the gang because everyone mistakes Piper for a high schooler. Even with a proper ID.

So far the only instance of Billy’s guns “talking” a la Liz and Patty Thompson is from his combat promo video and that’s it… I really really hope we get more elaboration on that at some point. But for now! He totally named them: Annie (the more demure personality) and Jane (the less enthused one)

Unless canon reveals something that makes this completely go out the window… Nicole used to be a defense attorney. Because a briefcase as a weapon is a very lawyer coded trait, you need to have a pretty solid understanding of laws to run a business— especially more legally ambiguous ones like an odd job agency, and y’know. Law school debt.

It’s a big part of why she involves herself in representing Canvas Street against Vision as well!! Though she’s not an attorney again by a long shot— for one, she’s on the prosecuting side against Vision, and she lost her attorney license years before starting Gentle House. But the point still stands that Elle Woods, Mia Fey, and Phoenix Wright walked so Nicole Demara could run

Most humanoid/half(?) thirens are born with animal ears and tails— but there are several genetic exceptions to this standard. Nekomata, for example, has cat ears… and cat feet. Without her special boots and mechanical tails to keep her balanced, it’s incredibly difficult for her to even stand up. In other words, she’s a disabled icon.

Understandably, it takes her a long time to feel comfortable/safe enough in places to keep bare feet. Fortunately (or unfortunately, if you’re an embarrassed little teenage thiren), all of the Cunning Hares can pick up Nekomata and carry her around no problem! They’re more than happy to do this (and/or just get stuff for her) if she doesn’t have her boots on at home.

Nekomata gets very snuggly and affectionate when she’s asleep. She likes to lay with all her teammates at different times, but the most frequent victim is Billy. I mean c’mon, he’s a walking heater.

Billy: We had a bonding moment! I cradled you in my arms!

Nekomata: Nope!!! Don’t remember!!! Didn’t happen!!

Anby occasionally gets ptsd nightmares from her days in the defense force. It used to be a lot more severe when she just joined Nicole… and by force of habit, Anby sneaks into her room the most. Billy and Nekomata catch her drinking tea in the middle of the night sometimes though, and promptly set up a pillow fort on the couch for everyone to hang out in so Anby doesn’t feel so alone.

Nicole: What are you guys doing making so much noise????

Billy: Shut your mouth and get in the pillow fort, Boss.

Nekomata has a collection of fidget items. It’s got every thing from puzzle cubes to random pieces of string. Honestly I could see her picking up crochet, kumihimo (cord weaving), and/or other textile hobbies to keep her hands busy.

The other three have all tried the flashlight thing™️ with her. It works a little too well (Like “Duke do you want the ball?” too well— she just flies across the room).

Anby, much like her interest in movies, has a very wide range of music she likes. It’s anybody’s guess as to what she’s listening to at a given time.

Nicole: Wow, Anby’s really focused right now… I wonder what she’s listening to?

Anby’s headphones: 🎶 Life is like a hurricaaaane here in! Duckberg! 🎶

Nicole has so much rabbit themed stuff. Plushies, little figures, definitely some scarves and hats, etc. Most of them are gifts from people she’s known in the past, along with the other CH of course.

Nicole and Nekomata would play Animal Crossing together, Billy would freaking love the Kirby series, and I think Anby would really enjoy Miitopia/Tomodachi Life

Billy’s definitely the most proficient gamer of the team. Fighting games, racing games, what have you… he’s won most matches, sometimes without even meaning to. Nicole and Nekomata argue he’s “cheating” because he’s literally got a computer for a brain… and if Billy responds with something akin to “git gud,” his ass is getting tackled.

We know from when Billy appears at the arcade after you played a little, he supposedly has moments where he’s “cursed” and doesn’t play as well with the CH— I don’t know if performance anxiety has anything to do with it (he’s really not the type)— but given Nicole’s association with divination, Nekomata’s inherent connection to yokai and Japanese supernatural, and the CH’s luck motif in general… it’s very funny to think that they “manifest” periods where they can beat him at games. I think if Billy found out, he’d be a little miffed they were trying to nerf him but… honestly it’s really funny and he’s a good sport. They’ll probably stop once he actually knows, though. Anby has literally no part in this, she just finds it entertaining /hj

Anby has to try a burger from literally every restaurant she goes to if it serves them. Practically a connoisseur at this point, though it’s rare for her to find a burger she doesn’t like (unless it’s like. Raw meat or something).

Forgive me for the Soul Eater coming out again, but I’m so fascinated by Nekomata’s socks saying tsubaki on them. And the flower buttons and stuff in her design in general. The flower in general representing devotion. Red camellias (tsubaki in Japanese) represent being in love, or perishing with grace. Yellow represent longing. White represent waiting. “A flower without fragrance. When the petals fall, it is silent and tragic.” There’s so much we can unpack about all of this with our catgirl.

Anby and Billy do it the most, but they all have silly quips of quoting different movie/tv show/internet media lines. They all kinda learn about different stuff through this osmosis.

Nekomata was the most hesitant to warm up to Billy because he reminds her a lot of Miguel Silver. I know we don’t have much about Silver in canon, but… Very competent and can be genuinely threatening, but also a lot more emotional and sentimental than most people would probably expect. I was surprised and kinda endeared when Silver was introduced sobbing and all dramatic as he spoke lmao.

I don’t think she fears a fallout like RFG happening again (at least, it’s not a major anxiety). The fact the CH committed to helping Canvas Street without a second thought is enough proof to her that they’re really not the types to be morally corrupted and all that. But… running into someone who reminds you of a past relationship— but who’s like. Better morals or more well-adjusted or whatever. That feels. So weird. It makes Nekomata think about what could’ve been. Why did her adoptive father become such a hypocrite— how is a robot more sincere about values than he was?

She definitely warms up to Billy a lot more by Ch 3/Ballet Twins stuff. I think it’d be sweet if she talked about her grief with him— Nicole and Anby too, tbh. Even if she separated herself once things weren’t sitting right with her (which takes so much internal strength), Silver was still her dad. She probably found out about his fate in the news broadcast at the very beginning of the game…

Yeah that's definitely also another reason why she clings to Billy the most in her sleep too. She misses her papa,,, and you tend to go towards the familiar and all that.

Anby keeps a small journal of letters to Soldier 11 (or Eleven, as I like to call her). Movie reviews/analysis, reports on commissions, snippets of her domestic life with the others… it acts more like a diary than actual letters she’ll send out. But Anby truly wishes she can share all of the joy and freedom she’s found with Eleven someday. Both in all the stories and helping her experience it too,

I’m a firm believer Anby and Eleven are twins— Burnice definitely has a connection to them too given her own little pack thing… but she also has more blondish hair and looks/acts a little older than them??? So probably not exact triplets or maybe not even biological sisters. But some sort of Huey, Dewey, and Louie grouping would be hilarious

I feel like Nicole is. Very into astrology, horoscopes, tarot cards... online quizzes. We know from one of Anton's trust events that she dabbles in fortune telling for quick cash, but honestly I feel like the others gotta hold her back from doing that more often because it drives them nuts. She's tried to get them in on it but... they're not very good at it. Anby's descriptions are just movie tropes, Nekomata gets distracted by the cards and other trinkets used, and Billy can't keep all the symbolism straight for the life of him.

Nekomata clearly has some education, likely from the RFG/potentially her orphanage... but given she's a street kid, even now (more lowkey) with the CH, it might be a minute until she gets into high school. I don't know if she'd even be that interested in school... probably curious to try it but she'd get so bored so fast lmao. Regardless, Nicole and the others would probably want to help her enroll.

Nekomata when socializing and learning stuff in class: Ok yeah! I can get used to this! Nekomata when she has to do homework: WTF THIS SUCKS

But she more or less gets straight As like the smart lil kitty she is. She asks the others for help/overview fairly often, though.

“Billyyyyyy”

“I’m not an generative AI, I can’t do your homework for you. Besides that’ll get you into loads of trouble for. Several reasons.”

“I’m not asking that!! You know more about Outer Ring than I do— can you check if my research for this project is accurate so far?”

“… Oh yeah, sure!”

Anby is usually the first person to be ready to leave, while Nicole is… the last. You can tell these two are sisters because they always bicker about it /lhj. (Note to myself to make an animatic of these two to this very fun song)

While the CH all share a tv and gotta chart out times for it, they also have group movie nights! Usually they’ll watch really bad movies they can all laugh at and make fun of together. This is where a good chunk of their inside jokes come from.

Nicole loves to give Anby and Nekomata manicures! She would give them to Billy too, but whatever polish she tries will come off immediately. Anby and Nekomata tend to have theirs chip off fairly quickly too rip

Nekomata moved into Anby’s room when she joined the CH— they’re the youngest and Anby had the most space. While the two had a lot of tension in Ch 1, and some of that can still carry over sometimes, they’re actually pretty good roommates!

Her whole scene with Billy in the prologue was her attempt at humor to cope with stress (plus finding Billy probably relieved her a lot)… but she struggles with knowing appropriate times. Given Anby has also joked about becoming a monster and tried to nom Billy’s hand (“Rawwwwr”), I don’t think this is too out there lol.

#zenless zone zero #zzzero #zzz headcanons #zenless zone zero headcanons #cunning hares #gentle house #nicole demara #anby demara #billy kid #nekomiya (nekomata) mana #nekomata #nekomiya mana #Bet you can’t guess who my favorites are /lhj #I’ll definitely add more as we learn more about these goobers!! I plan to do this with other factions and stuff too uwu

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jartita-me-teneis · 1 month ago

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Ayer cumplió 70 años la cantante y compositora escocesa de pop rock Annie Lennox. Es la artista femenina que más Brit Awads ha logrado en su carrera, obteniendo un total de ocho. Ha aparecido en el escenario como rubia explosiva, imitando a Elvis Presley o como una Minnie Mouse dominatrix; sin embargo, al contrario que otras artistas similares que esconden tras sus estrafalarias vestimentas una absoluta falta de talento musical, Annie es una poderosa y muy bien dotada cantante, que a lo largo de su estancia junto a Dave Stewart en el dúo de éxito internacional Eurythmics, y en solitario, con grandes discos como 'Diva' y 'Medusa', demostró con creces su talento, recibiendo calificativos como 'la mejor cantante blanca de soul viva', siendo considerada la artista femenina británica de mayor éxito en la historia de la música en el Reino Unido.

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fidjiefidjie · 1 year ago

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Bon Soir 🩷 🚂🧳 🩷

Annie Philippe 🎶 Ticket de Quai

(Scopitone)

#music video #annie philippe #scopitone #ticket de quai #clip music vidéo #train #60s music #youtube #bon soir #fidjie fidjie

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diceriadelluntore · 5 months ago

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Storia Di Musica #341, Bee Gees, Main Course, 1975

Per le storie di musica con almeno tre fratelli coinvolti non potevano mancare. Oltre questo motivo importante, mi spinge a scrivere di loro anche il fatto che, come poche altre band, sono fisse nell'immaginario collettivo per un disco, la colonna sonora de La Febbre Del Sabato Sera. Sebbene il disco sia uno dei più venduti di tutti i tempi (probabilmente oltre 40 milioni di copie vendute), legato non solo al mondo musicale ma anche a quello cinematografico, si finisce per dimenticarsi di tutto il resto, cioè di una delle band più longeve e più di successo di tutti i tempi, che nella loro carriera lunga 60 anni ha sperimentato di tutto.

Barry, Robin e Maurice Gibb nascono appena dopo la guerra (Barry nel 1946, Robin e Maurice gemelli nel 1949, hanno anche una sorella maggiore, Leslie, nata nel 1945) sull'isola di Man. Si trasferiscono piccolissimi nei sobborghi di Manchester, dove Barry è coinvolto in numerosi episodi di vandalismo, che gli valgono una condanna con la condizionale. I genitori decisero di emigrare nei pressi di Brisbane, in Australia, nel 1958, dove nel marzo di quell'anno nacque Andy, l'ultimo dei fratelli Gibb. Lì sviluppano, in maniera spontanea, una grande intesa canora e musicale, tanto che i tre fratellini cantano in trio in una radio privata, Radio Brisbane. il deejay che li annuncia si chiama Bill Gates, l'autista che li va a prendere per portargli agli studi radiofonici si chiama Bill Goode. Pensando anche che fossero i Brothers Gibb, decidono di chiamare la band B.G.'s, poi scritto Bee Gees.

Sarebbe lunghissimo scrivere tutta la loro carriera, ma alcune cose le voglio ricordare: nel 1966, dopo una serie di successi in Australia, decidono di tornare in Gran Bretagna, il loro manager Robert Stigwood aggiunge al trio Vince Melouney alla chitarra e Colin Peterson alla batteria. In pochi anni collezionano successi a ripetizione, tra il 1967 e il 1969 pubblicano 4 album e decine di singoli, che vanno in classifica in tutto il mondo, Italia compresa. Tra questi dischi spicca il bellissimo Odessa, un concept album sulla scomparsa di una fittizia nave nel Mar Nero nel 1899, disco che ebbe brutta critica all'epoca, ma che oggi è considerato un capolavoro nascosto di quegli anni. E portò anche ad una rottura tra i fratelli: in disaccordo sull'idea di musica da fare, Robin si allontana dai due fratelli e sceglie di scrivere musica da solo. Barry e Maurice scelgono di proseguire senza di lui: esce così Tomorrow Tomorrow che è superato in quanto a vendite dal singolo di esordio di Robin, Saved By The Bell; Robin pubblicò anche due singoli cantati in lingua italiana, Agosto Ottobre e Un Milione Di Anni Fa. Più tardi provò a bissare il successo con One Million Years ma senza riuscirci, mentre il suo primo album, Robin's Reign, uscì nel 1970. A fine anni '70 ci fu la reunion, che venne considerata alla stregua di una rifondazione, e qui inizia il periodo d'oro della band.

Iniziano a collaborare con il grande produttore Arif Mardin, della etichetta Atlantic, che intuisce che per sfruttare al meglio le perfette armonie canore di cui sono capaci devono virare su suoni più decisi. Li avvicina alle sonorità soul, r'n'b, al funk e alla nascente disco music per farli diventare il gruppo bianco più famoso del genere. Il disco che ho scelto oggi è quello che i critici considerano il primo passo verso questo percorso.

Può sembrare sciocco definire il dodicesimo album di un gruppo con una serie di otto anni di dischi d'oro alle spalle una "svolta", ma è questo che è stato Main Course, che esce nel 1975. In copertina, un bellissimo disegno di Drew Struzan, famoso disegnatore, autore dei più famosi manifesti cinematografici. Main Course ha segnato un enorme cambiamento nel sound dei Bee Gees, abbandonando la forma ballata per un disco fresco, pieno di sonorità innovative e che ha altri primati che scopriremo tra poco. Registrato, su consiglio dell'amico Eric Clapton che lì si era trasferito (al 461 di Ocean Boulevard di Golden Beach, vicino Miami, come il titolo di un suo bellissimo disco) in Florida, le ballate dei dischi precedenti ci sono ancora, come Songbird e Country Lanes, ma la scrittura era più semplice e il resto era composto da orecchiabili melodie dance fortemente influenzate dalla musica soul di Philadelphia del periodo. Trainato dai singoli Jive Talkin', Nights On Broadway, la prima canzone a sfoggiare il falsetto che li renderà iconici e Fanny (Be Tender With My Love), attirò milioni di nuovi ascoltatori. La voce in falsetto di Barry Gibb divenne oggetto di scherno negli anni successivi, ma funziona: riusciva ad essere credibile in senso romantico quanto piuttosto una conquista per la serata, il che era in linea con i costumi sessuali della metà degli anni '70. Arif Mardin aveva convinto i Bee Gees a volgere il loro talento verso una direzione musicale che avevano sempre amato ma mai abbracciato, e basta ascoltare Wind Of Change o Edge Of The Universe per capirne il risultato eccellente. Barry, Robin e Maurice Gibb erano affascinati da R&B e soul da anni (To Love Somebody era stata scritta perché Otis Redding la cantasse), ma, in quanto britannici bianchi, temendo che potessero sembrare ridicoli, non avevano mai adattato quei suoni da soli. Non solo non sembravano ridicoli, ma divennero gli interpreti principi di questo stile, segnando un'era. In Main Course li accompagnano fior di musicisti: Blue Weaver, alle tastiere elettroniche, un marchio di fabbrica di qui in avanti, e calderone di idee infinite, Alan Kendall, che suonava in uno stile di chitarra funky e il batterista Dennis Byron, che suonava pattern più complicati di quanto gli fosse stato chiesto negli anni, furono anche loro felici della nuova direzione e costituirono il nucleo strumentale della band per i successivi sei anni.

Tra i record dei Bee Gees: oltre 250 milioni di copie vendute, un ruolo non sono da interpreti, ma da autori fondamentale (Barry ha scritto sedici "numeri uno" in America, come produttore quattordici). Sono presenti nella Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame (1997), nella Songwriters Hall Of Fame (1994), nella Vocal Group Hall Of Fame (2001) e hanno vinto otto Grammy Award tra cui il Grammy Legend Award. Sembra abbastanza per non essere coverizzati per la pubblicità dei fermenti anticolesterolo.

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