#She Don't Know Me

[rolandrockover]

Some Trains Don't Turn Me On

Bon Jovi are back, and they're not alone, because this time they've brought Ozzy Osbourne along as reinforcement!!!

[note: This would have been my originally intended introduction for today, dear people, but in the end I opted for the following, somewhat less flashy version.]

Tinkering hour with Turn on the Night (1987), and how to put together a hit that didn't want to become one, but preferred to eke out its modest existence as an eternal insider tip in gradually enlightened hardcore fan circles.

There are those who claim that Turn on the Night is a rip-off of Bon Jovi's She Don't Know Me (1984) (1), others, on the other hand, swear their first-born child that they clearly recognize Ozzy's Crazy Train (1980) in it. Even if I personally think that neither party is wrong with their respective assumptions, I belong to the faction that unmistakably recognized the intro of a popular German pop talk show called Na, sowas! from the Saturday evening prime time TV program of the mid-80s in Turn on the Night's anthemic keyboard intro and chorus.

The Bon Jovi comparison certainly applies with his intro and the chorus melody, and Ozzy's verses rather reinforce the impression that Bongiovi and Co. might have already had their way with them before. But if we now add the first few verse lines and Spencer Davis Groups' Gimme Some Lovin' (1966) and above all its flow and feel, this wild affair could slowly become a well-rounded one.

It's written somewhere on the holy internet how Paul spoke out about Diane Warren being the main contributor to Turn on the Night, and Diane Warren herself expressed her surprise that the song didn't become a hit.

My idea to this subject is, it's a bit as if a food designer had designed and developed an attractive and appetizing fast food product inspired from the most popular offerings of the three best-known providers in Western culture in this field, only to be completely ignored by the entire analyzed and potential customer base. Which makes me think once again that sometimes it's not the product itself that counts, but the brand, or at least its promotion (2). I don't know what kind of crazy world we live in that Turn on the Night shouldn't be a hit.

I guess Unmasked's (1980) Tomorrow must have felt something like that.

Side Notes:

(1) You could just as easily accuse Holly Knight of using Bon Jovi's She Don't Know Me for The Best (1988/89), which would of course be complete nonsense, because these kinds of melodies were something of a junction for pop and rock music in the 80s, just as the riff from Smoke on the Water (1972) was more or less a blueprint for rock riffs from the 70s onwards. But it was all up in the air at the time an all you had to do was reach for it and pick it like a ripe fruit.

(2) As I'm writing this, I'm feeling a deja vu to one of my previous entries, namely Nothing Can Keep Me From You (1999), also written by Diane Warren.

The links are all highlighted somewhere, but don't ask me where exactly, because I wrote the above lines more than half a year ago. Let's just trust that everything will be all right:

Turn on the Night (1987)

She Don't Know Me (1984)

Crazy Train (1980)

Gimme Some Lovin' (1966)

1980-F (1980)

[calicorobin]

beanbag chair psychology

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Mel's protection should have saved Viktor too, and she's trying to figure out why it didn't

(Editing to add: see this post for details on the Mel's armor/shield theory)

S2 ep1 shows a circle of protected stone where Mel and Jayce were during the explosion. My theory is that Mel's magic armor activated and saved them both. It seems like it casts a sphere of protection around wherever Mel is.

The center of this circle is not Mel's seat - it's Jayce's. She ran to Jayce to save him.

No other Councilors were in range of Mel's protection, so they all got hurt or killed.

But Viktor was, in Jayce's words, "right next to" him. He was easily within Mel's circle of protection.

1) Viktor tried to run and mistakenly left the circle of protection. But are we meant to believe that Viktor, close to dying already and using a crutch, would have outrun Mel?

2) Viktor's augmented body clashes with Mel's

Why does Mel try to touch Viktor in episode 1? It seems like a throwaway moment, but not even Jayce touches him in this scene. So why Mel?

She's curious. And possibly, feeling responsible. She's wondering why her protection didn't work.

Is this Hexcore brand of the Arcane trying to reach out to Mel? Or trying to defend itself from her?

Mel was trying to protect both Jayce and Viktor, which is reflected in how she holds Jayce as well as Viktor's cane when she promises to protect Hextech:

But if, for example, Mel's magic is Solari in origin, and Viktor's is from the Void - or the Arcane equivalent of similar opposing forces - then it's possible that their magic rejects or hurts one another. So Mel's circle of protection either rejected Viktor, or was what hurt Viktor, and not the explosion.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[regicidal-defenestration]

A bus is basically the classic thing to wait in the rain for

[marxstradamus]

Kirk was a real one for this

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[minidoodles97]

Hawke family fleeing the Blight

I have some thoughts on my Hawke having to deal with another Blight and keeping her family safe again. But that's too long for this post, so I'm just gonna add it to my list of Dragon Age fics that I still need to finish...

[lazylittledragon]

new tav to add to the family :3

[star-anise]

I really wonder if trauma theorists who say things like "Humans are the only animal that will be in a fright state when physically safe" or "the rest of the animal kingdom doesn't get PTSD" have ever, like

Do you think they've actually ever met an animal?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My Great Grandma who loved her babies very much

Reference that I used for the face!

[chalkrub]

some of the head coms from recently <:^) indefinitely still open for these !

[deathricedrawn]

i'm ready to try

[egophiliac]

Since book 7 part 5 (the part where we meet Meleanor/Maleanor 👀) is coming to EN this month, i would love to see your take on lilia’s proposal to meleanor! i mean they were like little kids right? it couldn’t have been that serious…i think the only reason she even brought it up again is because she could tell lilia still genuinely loved her…(even if he didn’t realize it himself?) but, oh well! Let’s think about silly childhood shenanigans to numb the pain! ^_^ (orz)

oh shit?! get ready for a doozy guys, it's comiiiiiing ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I chickened out of posting the whole thing (look, I get VERY carried away when it comes to these wacky kids and their Tragedy), but I do believe that it probably ended with Lilia getting embarrassed and just shoving the first thing he sees into his mouth to try and cover for it.

(we're just lucky it wasn't a frog this time)