#Tango Trio

[migueldelaguila]

Rawlins Piano Trio 8-concerts tour program features Miguel del Aguila’s Tango Trio. Tuesday’s performance is also live streamed: also live stream: www.usd.edu/LiveMusic. Here info:

1/22/2023 Popplers Music Sioux Falls, SD

1/28/2023 Josephine Campbell Recital Hall Grand Forks, ND

1/31/2023 - 7:30pm also live stream: www.usd.edu/LiveMusic Colton Recital Hall Vermillion, SD

3/3/2023 Davis Hall-UNI Cedar Falls, IA

3/16/2023 Absolute Music Ch. Music Series Urban Beat Events Center Lansing, MI

3/18/2023 Purdue University Music Theater Fort Wayne, IN

3/19/2023 Deanery School of Music Davenport, IA

3/20/2023 University of Iowa Music Iowa City, IA

www.rawlinstrio.com

Ioana Galu, violin Sonja Kraus, cello  Susan Keith Leith, piano

Tags:

#Rawlins #PianoTrio #2023 #concerts #MigueldelAguila #TangoTrio #violin #cello #piano #performances #USA #contemporary #classical # Latin #American #composers #chambermusic

[puppetmaster13u]

Throughout the years, Danny and Ra's get into fights. Unfortunately for Ra's, Danny's a biter. Unfortunately for Danny, biting immortals are never a good idea. Especially when your own DNA is beyond messed up

Imagine the look on Ra's face when they guy he likes fighting shows up with a baby in hand and says, "congratulations, you're a father"

Repeat it two more times because Danny just doesn't learn

Ohohoho, now this is quite fun. And this could be completely new children, or, this could be the three Al Ghul children. Which if it is? Is hilarious. And hey, Dusan even has Danny's white hair and green eyes!

But seriously I love this. Logically, Danny should learn to not bite, in fact? He knows how to fight, and can do so without biting. He's just also a petty little shit who will go feral when fighting this one asshole [insert relationship here].

Even more hilarious if Danny shows up throughout time too. And it's not like they exactly explain to anyone on the outside of their [insert relationship here], which definitely leads to so many misunderstandings and rumors.

Love the idea if this is even a semi-normal ghost thing. Just, usually the mixing of ecto is done on purpose, and not usually having to be worried about happening via blood. But Danny? Is a halfa, meaning that he is half human. And if he bit anyone else, it would probably have no effect, except for the fact that the human mouth carries quite a bit of bacteria and en ecto-contaminated one more so. So for anyone else, biting is an actual good option, but Ras? Also ecto-contaminated via Lazarus Pit.

Which is a different type of ectoplasm, like comparing saltwater to freshwater, but is still ectoplasm. If anyone else bit anyone else, it wouldn't happen. But no, Danny just has to have the habit of biting his immortal sparring asshole of a rival-buddy. And said buddy better be fine with co-parenting otherwise he's taking child support.

[hybbart]

I hate Skizz so much.

[context-what-context-hm]

Oh my goodness...

[Transcription:

Jimmy: "Dude I can wack this on and we can get it goin'."

Skizz: Laughs.

Jimmy: "You ready."

Tango: "This- this- There's- There's nothing- you cannot wack this fast enough trust me."

Jimmy: "I can."

End transcription.]

[bluethesheep-w]

The PET

[harcosine]

iwill make the world recognize emerald trio actuallh

[clonerightsenthusiast]

Kiss The Homie Straight On The Mouth

[Life Series, Skizz/Tango, 1.6kt words]

Tango doesn't even have time to get an entire lungful of new air before Skizz's voice is booming his name.

He's standing across the circle, hands on his hips, easy smile on his lips and eyes laser focused on Tango. "Walk with me, buddy."

Snickers and eye rolls from the others, but Tango ignores them. He gladly follows the tugging in his chest like an invisible string towards Skizz - he'd done it, he'd already had a game to prove to everyone (and himself, more like) that he doesn't need to follow Skizz, that he can strike out on his own and succeed doing it, even, but it's a new game now. He doesn't need Skizz, but he wants him.

Skizz turns on his heel and marches into the woods without checking that he's following. Tango loyally dogs his steps, excitement building in his belly the way it always does when Skizz is up to something. It means that soon enough, they'll be up to something. And he's missed being up to something with Skizz.

[read on ao3]

Skizz leads them far enough away that the sounds of their friends fades into the distance, and then rounds on him. "Tango Top," he says meaningfully.

"Skizzleface," Tango shoots back cheerfully, posting up against a tree. He has a stupid grin on his face and he knows it, but he doesn't care - especially when Skizz has the same one valiantly fighting its way through his serious business facade.

Skizz steps into his space like he belongs there and Tango's stomach flutters because he does. Skizz has a good foot of height on Tango, and he uses it to loom over him, caging him in against the tree with the warm line of his body. Tango slouches harder against the rough bark, tilting his head up to meet those bright blue eyes, sparkling with mirth and affection. He basks in Skizz's full attention. There's a warm buzzing under his skin and he squirms in place, unable to stand still.

Skizz schools his face into a stern expression that doesn't fool Tango for a second. "Are you gonna murder me again this season, Top?" he asks.

Tango's grin cracks even wider. "Maaaaybe," he drawls, just to see Skizz scowl. "I guess we'll have to see."

"No," Skizz reprimands him. "You love me this season, I can tell."

"Well that's a different question," Tango laughs, because it's true. He'd loved Skizz the entire time they were enemies, loved him like a wildfire loves the trees.

"Nuh uh, homie," Skizz shoots back, sticking his tongue out like a child. Tango laughs harder. Skizz leans in closer, nose to nose with him. "We're friends again now."

Tango resists the urge to bite him just to hear him squawk, and instead says, pointedly ignoring him inches from his face to study his nails, "I don't know, I might get a better offer. I did pretty good without you, you know."

Skizz's eyes fly open in outrage. "Whu - buh - " His bushy eyebrows draw together in consternation. "You haven't even heard my offer yet!"

"So what're you waiting for?" Tango teases him, meeting his eyes again and tilting his chin up. "Lay it on me, Skippy!"

He sees the glint in Skizz's eyes the split second before he moves so he's already pushing up to meet him as Skizz crushes their lips together. One broad hand snakes around his waist to lay flat against Tango's lower back, pulling him up and into Skizz's warm bulk. The other takes a firm grip on the back of his head, thumb pressed into the hollow behind his ear, easily angling Tango's head right where he wants him.

Skizz kisses with laser-focused intensity. He kisses like he's on one of his ridiculous missions: reduce Tango to a quivering mess in five minutes or less. Tango throws his arms around Skizz's neck and digs his nails into his broad shoulders and kisses back to make it as difficult for him as possible, because he knows Skizz doesn't want to do anything that's easy.

When they finally separate, Tango is pleasantly lightheaded and warm all over. Skizz's hand has worked its way under his shirt, a brand of heat against his spine that's impossible to ignore. His thumb sweeps in tight arcs in the hollow under his ear and Tango makes a noise that would be embarrassing if there was anybody else around to hear it.

"It's a compelling offer, to be sure," he teases Skizz, drawing a short huff of laughter out of him. His breath fans out hot over Tango's cheek and resummons his broad grin.

"Let's see Bdubs top that, dude," Skizz says, playfully biting at Tango's jaw. Tango helpfully tilts his head to give him more room to work while he hums thoughtfully.

"You don't know what we got up to in those towers," he says, and cackles when Skizz bites him harder in retribution. "All right, all right, already," he says, rolling his eyes and tweaking one of Skizz's ears between his fingers. "Twist my arm. We can team up again."

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, homie!" Skizz cheers, beaming a triumphant grin. Tango laughs and runs his fingers through the short hairs on the back of Skizz's neck. Everyone's going to make fun of them - if not everyone, then at least Cleo, and probably Etho and Bdubs, too. Maybe Impulse. Scar, even… But it's so nice having Skizz close enough to touch again. His whole body is buzzing with it. Skizz's fingers, unable to keep still, drum a happy beat against his lower back, and every touch sends a frisson of electricity up his spine. Who cares what everyone else thinks? He knows what he wants, and it's his for the taking.

Skizz's face softens into a dopey, affectionate smile. He leans in until their foreheads are pressed together, noses digging into cheeks and breath mingling in the scant inches between their lips. "I missed you, buddy," he confesses warmly.

Tango sighs, a soft, happy sound, then giggles, because it's impossible to keep the laughter from bubbling up around Skizz. "I maybe missed you, too, and stuff," he says, tightening his grip on Skizz's shoulders. "You know, a little."

"From you, Top, that's a love poem," Skizz drawls. Tango throws his head back and laughs, because yeah, maybe it is, a little. Skizz chases him and kisses him again while he's laughing, messy and off-center. He keeps trying, and Tango keeps laughing, until Skizz finally huffs in frustration, grabs his face in both hands, and holds him still long enough to land one. And then Tango forgets about laughing in favor of opening up to the warm press of Skizz's mouth on his. It's slower this time, softer, as Skizz pours his love and affection into every movement and Tango soaks it up like parched earth after rain.

When he finally pulls away, it's slowly, reluctantly, and he presses a last lingering kiss to the corner of Tango's mouth. "We should probably, you know, start getting tools and stuff."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Skippy," Tango says, refusing to relinquish his hold on him. "I got a tool right here."

"Terrible," Skizz deadpans. "You should be ashamed."

"Never," Tango declares. "No shame." He knows Skizz is right, and they need to get about the business of surviving, now that they've - ahem - sealed their alliance. But he can't even imagine taking his hands off of Skizz right now. "C'mon, we have at least until the creepers come out before we have to get underground."

"You're a bad influence," Skizz says in despair, but he also ducks his head to press a kiss under Tango's jaw, so Tango wins the argument. "I'm trying to keep us alive, here," he grumbles against Tango's neck, and makes no move to disengage.

"Oh, we're definitely dying first," Tango says cheerfully, letting his eyes slide closed. "It'll be just like old times."

Skizz rebukes him with a sharp nip, drawing out a squeak of protest. "It's your relentless optimism that really does it for me," he says dryly. "C'mon, we could do it. We could go the distance, dude."

Tango snorts. "Sure, the distance," he says. "All six feet of it."

Skizz huffs in frustration, and Tango rolls his eyes and then takes his face in both hands and reluctantly pulls him away from his neck to look him in the eyes. "Skizz," he says, with straightforward honesty. "I don't care if we die first. Let the sweats fight it out amongst themselves. I'm just here for a good time with my buddy. That work for you?"

Skizz's eyes once again soften and he turns his head, stubble scratching pleasantly against Tango's skin, to press a kiss to his palm. "Works for me, dude," he says warmly. "I'd rather die with you than live with somebody else."

"Sap," Tango accuses, to cover for the way his face flushes and his chest flutters.

Skizz winks at him. "But," he says, taking hold of Tango's hands and gently prying them off of his face, stepping back out of Tango's space and leaving him bereft and suddenly chilly. "That doesn't mean I'm not trying! And in the interest of both of us living a little longer, we're gonna go find somewhere to build a house."

"Ugh," Tango complains dramatically, allowing himself to be dragged after Skizz by one hand. "I'm not building it!"

Skizz gives his hand a yank and reels him in so he can wrap one burly arm around his neck, hauling him in sideways so Tango's shoulder is wedged into his ribs. "We'll see about that," he says, pressing his smile into Tango's wild yellow hair.

Tango grumbles loudly and at the same time leans into him further, snaking an arm beneath Skizz's suit jacket to curl around his waist. They stagger into the woods, tangled up together, squabbling affectionately, once again exactly where they're supposed to be.

[artza3w]

Posting from class ✌️🥳

Bdubs, Etho and Tango :D

[charizardstolemynickname]

Jimmy, reading a donation: "'Twitter has exploded with rancher crumbs', HAS IT?? Did twitter enjoy that one? Did twitter enjoy it? I hope you did"

Jimmy with that smile KNOWS we enjoyed this stream, 10/10, I do not buy for 1 SECOND that he didn't know tumblr and twitter were exploding, I am not on twitter anymore but even *I* know it is

[bellia-25]

trust life was onto something, Tango is just built for great trio dynamics. Especially with very clearly bitter exes from a previous series. Something about him in trio dynamics is just extra fun.

[birddcandle]

postman tango!!!

and the three of them altogether!!

[migueldelaguila]

#FreudeQuartet present #Taiwan's first performances of #MigueldelAguila's #Disagree & #TangoTrio at Taipei #NationalHall

[sunnyskies281]

That’s certainly one way to react to your spouse getting pregnant.

“Finally, all the sex has paid off! Good job!”

[hybbart]

[senblades]

Your piece subtitled with lyrics from The Garden is compelling me to make a(nother) Crane Wives playlist with songs that fit akeshuake. Which could be,,,, so many songs,,,,,

Also The Garden is SUCH a good fit! You're so right!!

Just the whole concept of begging the person you trust as not only "my shield, my steady hand" but also as "my stone" (to be cast at you) to tear down the life you've both buried your ghosts under.

"My darling" who is seemingly as culpable being the one trusted to "put your heart to my ear or set your teeth against my throat" because the singer can no longer handle their guilt, haunted by crows laughing in their garden and ghosts echoing their prayers.

"The devil knows my name."

Augh! The whole thing is such a fantastic akeshuake choice, especially the attachment and trust for someone haunted by the same demons.

It makes me think of an Akira who's burdened by guilt over the casualties that've been left in the wake of their cat-and-mouse game, which is even more interesting in the realm of p5r 3rd semester where one of those casualties /is/ Akechi.

Akechi who is right there, but in the form of a ghost torn from the first rest he's been granted in years. And I can fully see the final verse, all about getting their hands dirty and digging up their garden, being about that 3rd semester.

Wow! I did not expect to go on that ramble! Anyways your art was beautiful and I am so ecstatic whenever I see a cool artist is a Crane Wives fan!! Sorry for the song dissection in your asks but omg The Garden

oooo loving this look at the lyrics. seeing different perspectives on the same song that we associate with the same thing is super fascinating and makes me like it all even more

and aaaAAA don't (do) remind me about my list of vague animatic ideas that I've got in my head HAHAHA. i've never finished an animatic before! but! i sure do want to! you better believe half of them are crane wives songs LMAO

and ough yes yes the whole ~vibe~ of the garden being about twisted attachement and visceral imagery and. my words fail me but know that I am shaking my hands with general excitement

[mcmactictac]

the dsmp may be dead but I am cursed to only want to write fic concepts related to it. I don’t watch anyone’s streams anymore. I didn’t even watch the finale. But anytime I want to creatively write anything sbi possesses my brain.