#Musical Diversity

[matthewwolfcapitalgroup]

Weaving Together Swiss Music and Culture: The Matthew Wolf Capital Group Story

Follow Matthew Wolf Capital Group as it navigates the rich tapestry of Swiss cultural and musical traditions. From folk tunes to contemporary beats, experience how these diverse influences meld together under the Capital Group's innovative approach. Discover the stories behind the songs, rooted in Switzerland's history and spirit. Visit: http://www.matthewwolf.co.uk

[epicstoriestime]

Embracing Musical Freedom: Breaking the Boundaries of Genre

What is your favorite genre of music?   Introduction: Imagine a world where the barriers of genre vanish, where you are not confined to a single favorite genre but rather explore the vast landscape of musical expression. In this realm, every note, rhythm, and melody becomes an opportunity for discovery and enjoyment. Embracing musical freedom means breaking the boundaries that limit our…

[lesbworth]

anyone making an adaptation of the life of wolfgang amadeus mozart for some reason

[iwouldkickahorse]

hey gang, in the event of project 2025 coming about, make sure to archive media that will literally be illegal if it were to happen.

ARCHIVE

ARCHIVE

ARCHIVE

Please for the love of god archive

Now WHY should you archive? Well…

according to page 36-37 of project 2025 it states the following

To quote, “P*rnography should be outlawed. The people who produce and distribute it should be imprisoned. Educators and public librarians who purvey it should be classed as registered sex offenders. And telecommunications and technology firms that facilitate its spread should be shuttered”

ok…well what constitutes as p*rn? The answer is

THEY DONT GIVE ONE

so please archive media

[reginamillls]

sometimes you just need to be honest with yourself and admit that your blorbo probably would have different music taste than yourself

[deep-down-in-drowsy-town]

One Song in Every Language

Okay, tumblr. Let's try something.

I want to make a playlist with one song in every single language. Of course, this is impossible- the spotify playlist limit is something like 5,000- but I want to try. Of course, I can't do this alone, and so I'm sharing the project with the entire online language nerd/ music nerd community. Together we can celebrate linguistic diversity- and find some really cool music :)

Here's how it works. This spreadsheet will document every song and language represented. When you want to add a song, first look in the spreadsheet to see if that language is already represented. If it isn't, add the song to the playlist, and then add it to the spreadsheet.

What counts as a language? This is, as we all know, a fundamentally political question (Russian/ Ukrainian? Hindi/ Urdu? "Chinese" and its "dialects"...) We don't have to solve those debates here. My thinking is: the point is to celebrate linguistic diversity in as many forms as possible. If you can make a reasonable argument for why a song and its linguistic variety should be represented, go ahead and add it.

Yes, this means conlangs count (cause conlangs are SICK!) This also means dead languages count- throw in all the Latin and Classical Nahuatl you like. Glossolalia (à la Sigur Ros) and semi-linguistic scat-esque nonsense (à la Kobaian)? Sure, why not!

I'm calling this one song in every language, but we also want to highlight small and minority languages. So maybe we don't want ten different French songs, but if there are two or three different artists singing in Sami (especially different varieties of Sami), throw it in!

Let's make this awesome. Let's make this huge. Spread it around to every language nerd and music geek you know.

Thanks, dankon, merci, etc :)

[ruinedholograms]

[earlgreybongwater]

i have this epiphany multiple times a week but king gizzard & the lizard wizard is the best band to ever live

[alwaysbewoke]

Imagine how many people JUST LIKE HER are in ICU, TRAUMA, BIRTH AND DELIVERY, NICU, STEP-DOWN UNITS, PYSCH WARDS, ELDERLY CARE, OBGYN, CARDIOLOGY, POST OP CARE, etc…

[kinoshi]

Ужастики смотрят

Яньцин не понимает, куда он жмал

Долго думала, выкладывать или нет, ибо жестко ошиблась при рисовании этой работы, из за чего все пошло под откос. Но ладно, пусть будет.

Полтора часа рисовала скетч на еще одну работу и в итоге удалила его, ибо вообще не вышло. Надо потренироваться, научите рисовать...

[thewhizzyhead]

oki so there have been a lot of rambles about the recontextualization of the warriors album to actually be hopeful and be more in favor with grassroots communities and actually giving meaning to struggle and all that - but I admittedly hadn't considered why the source material did not hold these themes in the first place! which led to me thinking about how couple of warrior tumblr peeps here have talked about the historical context of the warriors movie itself and the grassroots communities at the time!

with that I think it is highly important to emphasize here that the warriors film was made in the 70's. this period had also been described as rather bleak in terms of crime rates and the like and the height of new york gangs - so, it is to no wonder that the film took the "Violence Is Wrong All Your Efforts Are Not Worth This" route with the warriors film bros having nothing left but the coney sunrise to appease their tired hearts. That's what the film wanted to convey I presume: that Violence is Hopeless, Peace Is Optimal. Which, is a basic take - a moral take in the most basic of senses, but ultimately conservative in nature.

however, as @threetrenchcoatsinatrenchcoat emphasizes in their rambles, radical means grasping things at the root. so where did lmm and eisa (!!!!!) look to? The story untold about the 70's - a story of gangs being community servants rather than ruffians, wanting more than just the rumble. A story of struggle amidst crime from those among you and those in powder blue. A story that emphasizes why gangs from the marginalized - and the cultural revolution that inspired the main fucking medium in which this story is told - exist in the first place: in the name of resistance, in the name of hope.

That's perhaps the biggest diversion the album now brings to the table in transforming a machismo gang film that's clearly dated into something timeless for it is made with the perspectives of the marginalized in mind, those that most understand that, ultimately, to hope is to resist - something that those up above can never immediately comprehend.

[the-crooked-library]

this needs greentext format so here goes -

> be me

> biracial autistic queer star trek fan, obsessed with Spock

> watch unification. be altered at your very core

> make a post about the time-bending, reality-altering, soul-bonded connection that is K/S

> someone reblogs it and tags it with Rum Tum Tugger and Mr Mistofelees of the Cats (musical) fame

> truly we live in a wondrous universe. full of infinite diversity of experience in infinite combinations

[clockwayswrites]

Orange, Mavis (Song Thrush), Danny/Dick

@wisteriavines cw: stitches

“You know, we do have people paid to do this,” Dick commented idly as he pushed the needle through Phantom’s skin.

“Yep.”

“People who are far better at it than me,” Dick added.

“You do fine.”

“They’ve got this great stuff to numb your skin—”

“’Wing,” Phantom said. Dick could tell from Phantom’s tone he was a hairs trigger away from actually snapping.

Dick sighed.

He wanted to push the mater. He always wanted to push the mater. To ask why did no one else seem to know that sometimes the wounds Phantom got carried over to this other side. To ask who even knew about this other side. To ask why Phantom trusted him above everyone else.

But he wouldn’t. Phantom and him were too much alike. They both kept too much buried under quips and grins and a devil may care attitude. Dick refused to be the one that broke Phantom’s carefully constructed damn keeping the real emotions back. It would happen and Dick worried sooner rather than later, but Dick refused to be the one who caused the break.

He would be there to help after though, just like he was always there to help patch Phantom up like this.

Dick sighed and pressed a fleeting kiss to the skin above the wound and went back to stitching it up. In out, in out… the rhythm of the needle brought an old song to mind, one his mother used to sing. He thought he half remembered the words…

“Luna și cu stealilii Să-ți păzească viselii Să-ți mângâie geanilii Geanilii sprânceanilii…”

Yes, he’d be there when the damn broke.

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prompt set 3, feel free to continue this is you'd like to song link

[spenglerstwinkie]

Morioh would’ve been way more bizarre if they had Kendrick Lamar

Insp + background vv😭😭

Literally only this photo of Kendrick prompted me to make like a screencap of him if he was in the crazy noisy bizarre town op... Sorry if its mid its pretty rushed. Also i love Kendrick

the background was so fun to do omg😭😭 took me ages and i had to make the paint splatter brushes myself (i love procreate) (if you can tell they were low quality. No you cant.) Its a rip of the background in Okuyasu’s screencap but… shhh

Is it frowned upon to have insanely long captions plus a lot of tags… if so mb i dont use tumblr like at all and i love to yap

[marlenacantswim]

guy very into musical theatre who mistakingly thinks they're connecting with me over a shared interest: yeah, weber is foundational and all, but i've always felt more of a connection with what starkid's got going on, y'know?

me, who's only ever listened to tracks from the musical episode of Psych: uhhhhhhhhh... hello my name is shawn spencer? this is my partner, lil' wayne? the evidence is underwhelming? but my intuition is insane?

[kaurwreck]

the blunt, all or nothing, dichotomous approach to characterizing kunikida as prim and obedient for his probity and obsessive adherence to structure as his means for kettling the parts of himself too untethered to leave unchecked IS very silly and falls apart against canon like an overworked block of dry melamine foam.

but, like, the insistence that he must be punk because he speaks colloquially, brazenly withholds deference to quite literally everyone who isn't capable of either throwing him to the ground or discerning the truth of all matters with preternatural acuity, and disdains authority is also a blunt, all or nothing, dichotomous approach to characterization.

like, punk fanon Kunikida is not a retort to staid fanon Kunikida. they are both package-dealing in the Ayn Rand use of the phrase: whether punk or prep, both fail to discriminate crucial differences between Kunikida's character and the stock characters to which fanon attaches his name.

Kunikida's rigidity in adhering to his self defined, self evaluated, and self-imposed virtues is not remotely the same as legalism. Kunikida fucking anguishes over whether he is sincere and unfaltering in his ideals. (see: Jouno taunting him + his unbridled fear that he is internally hollow and the ideals holding him aloft are not the substance of deeply held convictions but hot air fueled by his loved ones for whom he is only puffing his chest and performing someone capable of carrying them, and without whom he lacks the spirit to fill that space within him where a greater man might have cultivated a spine, such that he will sink, sink, sink to crumple shapelessly to the ground, liberated from artifice only when there isn't anyone there to lighten the weight of his leaden ego, his isolation as common as the dirt coating his tongue, his transcendence precluded by the cruelty with which reality disfigured his instinct for goodness into a desire for power and empty glory until his soul, still gnashing on the rot of those he couldn't save, starved.)

In other words: his ideals can't be performed or externally enforced. They must be internally cultivated, coaxed into bloom through introspection, their flowering petals manifestations of his deepest feelings. otherwise, he is nothing but hot air and tepid flesh.

except he's not! because while his faith is faint and his body easily crushed beneath the weight of external forces with little regard for love, sincerity, and labor; his body can't feed his ideals anymore than his ideals could feed his body. His ideals can't fill his belly like meat and potatoes or expand his hollow heart like a hot air balloon because, unlike matter, his ideals are intangible. They do not occupy any space or time, and reality can't crush or despoil what it can't grasp, and it can't grasp what doesn't exist by its own laws. It's not that Kunikida's ideals grapple with his reality; nor can his reality erode his ideals. There's nothing to contradict everything, so everything persists.

Kunikida can't trust that he isn't empty, but nothing is emptiness, and his ideals are nothing, so absent inherent faith, absent substance in the yawning void within him, Kunikida nevertheless has his ideals. He has courage, sincerity, love, truth, and labor, not despite his emptiness, but because his emptiness is as conceptual as his ideals; he can't eat concepts but nor can concepts ever be rendered inert — inertia relates only to matter and the material world, which emptiness, nothing, ideals, concepts transcend. They can't be stripped of power, and there isn't any power anyone could exert over them because power is a measure of effectiveness that a force producing a physical effect has over time — mathematically, if linear, power is the quotient of force multiplied by the displacement of an object, divided by time. There is no object, there's only nothing, and nothing is mathematically represented by zero, which, when multiplied and then divided, is unchanged. It works if power is rotational instead of linear too; there, it's the quotient of: (force multiplied by the angle of displacement) ÷ time. again, 0, unchanged.

(Keeping in mind that I have dyscalculia and I am shit at mathematical logic, zero can be both a real and imaginary number, Kunikida's skill is batshit and he doesn't really see it as anything other than convenient. He essentially renders concepts into tangible reality. Like, that's his skill: he conceptualizes something that he's seen rendered tangible before, and then by jotting down its name on a page which is matter, he assigns nothing, 0, a finite point in infinity, and it becomes matter that exists within reality. This is why his notebook can be filled and replaced or destroyed or cut to shreds. The physical notebook isn't his ideals, it's just full of ideals, which he manifests by writing down his intangible thoughts and introspection so that he might then assign them a finite point in himself as the tangible embodiment of his ideals.)

(In Osamu Dazai's Entrance Exam, Kunikida defines his skill by its limitations, which prevent it from the seemingly undefined, limitless capacity that Dazai possesses. But, like, could Kunikida theoretically create a finite time singularity— which is what happens when time is defined and divided by zero? It's cute that he was studying mathematics and sciences.)

His body can't house his ideals because emptiness, nothing, ideals, concepts, perhaps even faith do not occupy any space. They can't be created or destroyed, only conceptualized, and, when embraced and cultivated by someone grounded enough to recognize that his ideals can't be, manifested in the physical act of jumping out of a helicopter to blow up a militarized cop.

Nothing can't be confronted by everything, and everything can't suffocate nothing. Reality can't erode what its own laws have rendered nothing. his ideals, like he himself, are ungovernable.

but he buys an artisan notebook from a craftsman who only makes 100 each year; he's not punk, he's just abrasive, doesn't extend respect unearned, and his writing was marked in his use of colloquial language. he's also wildly pretentious. he's so patronizing; he is mommy, where's that aesthetic for him. he doesn't need doc martens; he needs multiple child leashes.

anyway. punk fanon Kunikida is the same overworked block of dry melamine foam as staid fanon Kunikida, just flipped over. his apparent contradictions dont need to be reconciled or discarded; nothing and everything are in unity as opposites that overlap and exist/don't exist within him, around him, and through him, regardless of him, and only because of him.

like, obviously, do what you want and have fun. I don't really care; i just like babbling about kunikida, and i crave substance. also like. strip your respect from authority figures who haven't earned it. correct your teachers/professors/mentors. disappoint your parents. contribute to the inherent tension between individual freedom and authority. it's good for you. you don't even have to join a counterculture submovenent to do it, you can argue with your therapist at any time. do it for him.