#BANDMATE???? YOURE IN A BAND???????

[zivazivc]

So in the second movie we see poppy and branch get, basically drugged by smooth jazz. Do you think different kinds of music can be like drugs to trolls who aren't off that genre? I'm just thinking about floyd & his ex band mates just getting high after putting on a funky record

I can't explain to you how much i love this ask, Sapphire! Like it made me obsessed sljhfdjd I was focusing so much on that ringpop pacifier from the third movie and thinking of other troll drugs I could come up with (like sour worms lol) that I completely forgot about smooth jazz!!

Eventually Floyd got up like in a trance, started dancing hippie-style, tripped over his own feet, and never got up

Floyd is still 14 here and they are all morons. Also I think Floyd would in general be much more affected by this genre because he doesn't have any Rock Troll blood like the rest of them. Slowly they will learn through morally dubious trial and error... Pray for them.

the records Flea borrowed:

[kkaisarion]

what's gayer, making out or what these two are doing

[kitwalkblr]

No bc What Was The Reason

[merakiui]

someone needs to shake the jade worms from my brain because he is consuming my every thought.

[welcometogrouchland]

I support the "Batman was unfairly biased to Stephanie for XYZ reasons" crowd so strongly bc DC claims that Bruce is a master planner who is able to understand anyone's psychology but he didn't realize that literally every single one of Steph's problems as a teenager would've been solved by her joining a shitty punk band. If he couldn't figure that much out then he didn't understand her for a minute

[damienthepious]

going to a goats show this weekend and feeling A Way about it waugh.

[bear-cubs-art-things]

So I'm just practicing my trombone right? Out of nowhere my sister barges into my room to tell me about her volleyball shorts and then proceeds to tell me this (not her exact words but she pretty much said the same thing):

"Bear I really admire how you find time to practice everyday during the week and then go to rehearsal to play with other people, and then do more band on the weekend with your lesson teacher and just really being dedicated to what you do. I know you don't care about what I'm saying but I just wanted to tell you that :)"

GIRL I DO CARE IM GONNA START SOBBING

[holdoncallfailed]

the room was so thin between my bones and skin there stood another person who was a little surprised to be face to face with a world so alive

[catsartplace]

now rick gets a turn to hug the tiny friend :}

[wall-eye]

someone needs to give them little teddy bear and a smoochy kiss Right Now

[schismusic]

Thoughts about my old band, Tim Hecker, people I (don't) like

My old band was called M[redacted]. Let's pretend for a second we can say that with an absolutely straight face and move on.

I stumbled into two other people's project and about seven years later everyone involved stumbled out of it, just as ungracefully, in the quietest way our pachyderm feet allowed us to. I - again: all of us, really - wanted an outlet to attempt to make music, maybe more to scratch an itch than anything else. I'm pretty certain I was more than prepared to just leave it behind as soon as it had lost its bang, until it suddenly felt like I wanted to do that for the rest of my life. To an extent, I guess at its worst I felt like I could have been the only person in the band who actually wanted to write songs more than anything else. It obviously wasn't true, but shit just got stuck for years on end.

I was listening to Tim Hecker earlier tonight, like I did on many a night while still in Meeting Meat, usually sulking because "nobody gets what I want to do with the band", not realizing that it was probably for the best for everyone involved. Tim Hecker actually sort of radically altered the way I write music: all of a sudden I did not give a shit about the riffs, or the technical execution, it became a matter of vibes and of meaning and intention and gesture and describing space and yeah basically I just wanted an ambient project, which I later realized wouldn't work, so I just decided to add a fourth-to-major sixth progression in every single one of my tracks because it sounds massive and everything was right with the world once again. So I was listening to Tim Hecker on YouTube, for some fucking reason, mostly because I am a heathen and forget that there are more convenient and less infuriating sites to listen to music on, and I say infuriating because YouTube somehow felt the need to recommend to me some video made by a guy denouncing "woke Disney" or some bullshit. At that point I felt a weird sense of discomfort come over me, which reminded me of that feeling an absolutely thankless, pointless task leaves you with. It felt surprisingly close to what the last months in the band felt like. Rick DuFer, if you read this, I hope you forget your password to all of your social media accounts, possibly forever. Specifically I was listening to this:

I don't like being a one trick pony, never did actually. Children usually repeat what their parents laugh at/with, I found that trite when I was three. I love playing the guitar and writing songs, and I suppose a measure of distaste with what you've grown to know too well can get to you at times - Christ, at one point it happened to me with my current band, even. Maybe it's just fear of commitment, I don't know. But my near-decade with Meeting Meat nearly broke my will to make music; for the longest time it didn't feel liberating, or rewarding, or right at all. I did it for the live shows and every single rehearsal was hell, especially after about 2018. I absolutely despised my audience for the most part and every time I heard them woo and yeah! at our covers I genuinely wanted to just start ripping the strings off my guitar with my teeth and spit blood on top of every single one of their faces or something equally horrifying and distasteful. Those were the days I wanted to disappear, never be perceived ever again, and yet here we were making stupid fucking Instagram stories instead of rehearsing and trying to get more live shows and for a while we even accepted acoustic sets, which I hated with a vengeance. Right before the pandemic hit, we were rehearsing for an acoustic show our drummer had specifically requested as her eighteenth birthday present, and believe me when I legitimately thought I would rather not go out of the house for another year or so than actually go out and do this piece of shit fucking gig. Careful what you ask for?

Considering one of this past year's highlights was being offered an acoustic set for a college radio in a different city, I guess people really do change.

Lately, and much more often than I am willing to admit, I find myself staying up really really late for no specific reason. It's usually some record I haven't listened to in ages: at the present time it's Caterina Barbieri's Patterns of Consciousness, which unsurprisingly was my most listened-to record between 2018 and 2019, which I could careen into how it was the soundtrack to a very shitty period of my life/my own personality and then into a whole story about how Caterina Barbieri has seen way too much of me in the last five years or so and everytime we meet I feel like I'm putting her on the spot, but that's a story for a different time I guess. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked - when I'm up late I guess I can kind of pull myself together for long enough to at least try to get something written down. I remember this person, a childhood friend of my drummer from the aforementioned old band, and for some reason we felt like we had to talk in a very old-fashioned manner, that was cumbersome and took up insane amounts of space, and also that made our fleeting thoughts into something tangible and real and physical, I don't know, shit's wild when you're sixteen and want to have sex with everything that moves and especially if they're a blonde girl with big blue eyes that somehow ended up into your life entering from the backdoor and felt like she would have been a friend if she lived any closer, so as I was saying we decided that it would be a good idea to exchange letters. But not in the normal way, we had notebooks and we wrote our letters in them, and then when she'd come visit my drummer I would also come say hi and we'd trade our notebooks to see what the other person had written on them, and what comments they'd left on our previous writing. Sort of like an interactive diary even? Picturesque, for all intents and purposes. Shit's wild when you're sixteen and you feel like you're more important than you actually are.

(As I'm writing this I realize that we never really stop feeling like we are more important than we actually are and that is the way humanity works, essentially, and this realization and the deconstruction of the information it entails are probably the biggest obstacle for anti-speciesism because certain fragile people would never, ever, for one second admit that they are worth what they routinely make a point of eating in the most theatrically elaborate way possible. Not like vegans can't be self-appointed, it's ultimately a matter of exercising power over other living beings, we love it when we crush something living and the blood flows out of our hands. On an unrelated note, I love it when the people come up to me after my shows and tell me that "what you do on stage is always unexpected" or that "I can never tell where your songs will go next". Go figure!)

It might be absolutely unsurprising for you all to know that I did write songs in the letter notebooks. After recording with NUMBERS and the Operators, I feel less of the urge to get something out and more of a slight push to look, touch and feel around myself for possibilities, to sense where my current artistic position can lead. It finally feels like I'm beginning to do this for myself and not for other people to look at me and go WOW. Too bad it only took fifteen years of graphomania. I keep thinking back to that Catullus line where he refers to Volusius's "Annales" as "cacata carta" and to this one comment my Latin teacher made once - the fact that papyruses were rolled up and therefore took the shape of a cylinder when stored away implied that "cacata carta" was to be interpreted as if the whole papyrus was shat out by Volusius, and not just that it was smeared with shit.

Honestly though, how do I top an ending like this here?

This here is the Caterina Barbieri record if you want to check that out I guess:

[ruvviks]

i love making guys who have something incredibly homosexual going on that cannot be put into words well

[alexturner]

excited to revert back to my 17 year old self from today until the end of the weekend 😊

[malkaviian]

mica and chase are toxic yaoi on the band au except there's literally nothing going on between them romantically or sexually actually, but a terrible toxic "friendship" lmao

[deathdxnces]

❛ i thought you’d like some company . ❜  thought about vayne and irelia getting into an argument and yone coming to talk to irelia while she's taking a breather ..

— @windchaser

Looking through the glass door, one might mistake her stillness for calm. Irelia leans over the balcony, chin resting on one of her hands; yet her expression betrays how she truly feels, sullenness manifesting even in her refusal to spare a glance at whoever approaches when first hearing their footsteps.

Disagreements aren't rare — or an issue by virtue of being. With so many different people working together, they are bound to not see everything eye to eye. That isn't the problem, nor is it any ridiculous notion that she feels entitled to make every decision on her own (an accusation she didn't take to lightly, nor one that would be easily forgotten). The problem is Vayne, who had accused her of that, despite her own unwillingness to find a middle ground or actually listen to what anyone else had to say.

It had taken little more for the argument to escalate, until interference led to a forced break, both of them going opposite ways. The gentle wind that meets her outside is soothing in a way, but most of all is the being alone that truly helps; she's in no mood for prickly commentary or teasing of any sort. Truth be told, Irelia thinks the most well-meaning of approaches would still find her all too ready to lash out.

When Yone speaks, it disarms her readiness to meet company with aggression. She remains uncertain that having anyone around is ideal, not knowing if she can manage it without finding further reason to be irritated, despite knowing none of it is her friend's fault. But there's something comforting about it, too. He took the time to seek her out and make sure she was fine; and maybe it's just the sense of familiarity, the fact she has known Yone for some time, now, and that he knows her also. There is no pressure to be perfect; in that case, company might be better than dwelling on her anger all alone.

"If you can handle me being insufferable," the attempt at lightheartedness falls flat; she isn't in the mood for jokes, despite the attempt. When she continues, it is more truthful. "I'll be terrible company right now."

"Or I am always terrible company, maybe, if I am as overbearing as Vayne accused me of being," Bitterness seeps into her tone, regardless of her best efforts to keep her anger in check. Irelia shakes her head, a deep breath taken as her gaze returns to the horizon rather than stay upon Yone. "I wasn't making choices, I was presenting ideas. I never wanted to choose everything on my own, that's not — that was never what I meant," He asked for no explanation, and yet she feels compelled to defend herself nevertheless (to seek support, perhaps, in even the smallest reassurance someone else knew that was not the case). "Not that she cares to listen to what anyone has to say if they disagree with her."

[jackleopard]

the band and i <3