#The Modern Dance

[guerrilla-operator]

Pere Ubu // Life Stinks

Life stinks I'm seeing pink I can't wink I can't blink I like the Kinks I need a drink I can't think I like the Kinks Life stinks

[rastronomicals]

6:56 AM EDT October 30, 2023:

Pere Ubu - "Non-Alignment Pact" From the album The Modern Dance (January 1978)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Artpunk

[geminicollisionworks]

Can't quite get this song outta my head today... Pere Ubu, from The Modern Dance, 1978.

Rumors had gone around Cleveland at the time that due to strange atmospheric patterns, fallout from Chinese H-Bomb tests was coming down specifically on that city.

South Brooklyn, NYC, is bright yellow/orange today. Berit took this from the subway platform on their way to work:

And as they were doing so I was in the building at right looking at a window:

Hoping the smoke passes soon...

[30000songs]

#884 - The Modern Dance - Pere Ubu

This album would be 50% better if the songs were 10% less abrasive.

53/100

[dailyalbumrecs]

The Modern Dance - Pere Ubu

Pere Ubu's first album is a fantastic and kinda weird post punk album. The song Laughing has what I believe is one of the most American lyrics to a song, "if the devil comes, we'll shoot him with a gun." My favorite song is Modern Dance.

Apple Music:

Bandcamp:

Spotify:

[blacklighttemple]

The Modern Dance by Pere Ubu: why you need it in your collection | Louder

Truly a brilliant album. I count myself fortunate to have seen them a few times back around the Dub Housing era. This never got far from the turntable back in the day.

[notyoujamie]

My children. My screams. I could not save you, little ones. Such pain. And yet, still, still I am not brave enough to die, to let go of this wretched life. I will endure, but no more babies. I cannot, will not, suffer such heartbreak again. From now on, it's me against the world.

[araneapeixes]

in the bathroom at the gay clubbbb

[quesocheeso]

Not gonna lie I actually love the idea of big Brother Nezha!

Big brother Nezha your honor✨

[lanialania00]

Los vaqueros y el 141 en el jaripeo

[rastronomicals]

1:55 AM EDT June 16, 2024:

Pere Ubu - "Non-Alignment Pact" From the album The Modern Dance (January 1978)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Artpunk

[gomzdrawfr]

GO GO GO

[allyricas]

Modern steddie where Steve is a social media influencer and Eddie likes to pretend he doesn't jam to his boyfriend's pop music when no one's watching.

Cue the tiktok trend where people catch their partner singing/dancing along behind the scenes. Eddie thinks Steve is recording a tiktok lip syncing and dancing to whatever is trending that week except the camera is reversed and it catches Eddie singing all the words and half assed doing the ridiculous dance moves.

It goes viral. The only tag is #whoisthisdiva and it gets to the point people are saying it to him whenever they go out. Steve is tickled by the entire thing. Eddie is less so, but he's a good sport about it.

It ends with Corroded Coffin taking off because people want to know who the cute metalhead dancing to Beyonce is.

[featherwurm]

Wyll would LOVE swing dancing*, so here he is with all of his buddies, having a gay old time (he convinced them all to do swing dancing lessons with him - it's great.)

It's a competition night and Astarion helped them pick out their little outfits; I don't know who bribed Tav into wearing a skirt. Lae'zel's shirt has dragons on it (and that's a vintage leather strap skirt.) Karlach's tie got untied five minutes into the night's activities (yes she also has a box of cigarettes rolled into her sleeve.) Gale owns purple converse and several dozen different pocket watches for different occasions. Astarion made his own waistcoat and Shadowheart's dress because they just couldn't find the RIGHT ones. Astarion also tied Wyll's (real, not clip-on) bowtie for him. The striped socks are for good luck.

*HayleyWhipjack mentioned it in one of their ranking videos here or here, but I can't remember which. They're both great though - hilarious. ANYWAY I agree strongly, couldn't agree more.

[auroracalisto]

day #13: mistletoe

modern au fiyero x gn!reader, 1k words a/n: had a request for mistletoe fiyero. didn't think they celebrated christmas in oz, so i improvised. also, jonathan bailey is so pookie. that is all. tw: reader is overstimulated? alcohol consumption, pre-established relationship but no one knows until now, momentary boq slander but it's lighthearted and not serious at all i promise

Christmas parties for rich people were the worst. Scratch that—parties in general sucked.

From the spiked egg nogg and punch that somehow ended up in everyone's red solo cup, to the obnoxiously loud music that someone decided to play, it all royally sucked.

A game of charades was happening in one of the many living rooms of Galinda's mansion, a few party-goers were out in the backyard looking at the snow while smoking something that definitely wasn't a cigarette, and a strand of mistletoe hung from the ceiling, just out of reach so no one in their right mind could tear it down.

It mocked you.

Called you weak. Useless. Most definitely alone.

Okay, okay, maybe that's a lie and the egg nogg was getting to your very senses.

How did you even get invited to this shit?

Oh.

Right. Galinda. Something about Fiyero, Elphaba, class... It all kind of just melded together after a moment.

Fiyero had begged you at some point, saying it would be so much fun. That if you came, he wouldn't leave your side, wouldn't stop holding your hand.

He's such a liar. But it is what it is. You can't expect such a popular man like him to only stick with you at a party of this caliber, could you?

You sighed and got to your feet, checking your phone. To put it simply, this party was a bust for you. You had hoped to get something out of it, anything, but honestly, all you had gotten was a mild panic attack from the loud noises and the inkling of a headache that riddled it's way deep into your bones.

It was nearly midnight.

You began to make your way to the door, pulling out your phone to call a friend to come and pick you up. Maybe text your boyfriend and tell him you were just going home.

You didn't make it very far when he calls your name.

You quickly whipped your head around to see him—Fiyero.

He had disappeared after your second cup of punch and your first cup of egg nogg (which was much better here than you imagined—perhaps the spiked part muted out the rest of it). He has that sweet little smile of his as he walked over to you.

He pointed up to the ceiling once he came upon you.

"Mistletoe," he simply said.

You stared him down before your eyes flickered upwards. He was right—mistletoe hung just above you. Of course it did.

You couldn't ever catch a break, could you?

You grumbled under your breath, rolling your eyes. "For fuck's sake."

He grinned at you. "I mean, I feel like that's a bit too far for mistletoe, but if you want to—"

"Oh my god, stop it!"

He let out a laugh at your mild anguish, a smile forming on his lips. "Come now, love, it's just mistletoe. We could kiss if you wanted."

You blinked slowly. Is that what you wanted? To kiss him?

Yes. Oh, god, you've wanted to kiss him for ages now. Not just little pecks here and there, on the check or on the forehead.

Christmas party at Galinda's be damned. You'd wanted to know how he kissed for months. A real, public kiss, that showed everyone that you belonged to him and vice versa. A kiss that would change how everyone saw your relationship between each other.

"Don't tell me you're trying to leave, love," he softly said, motioning towards your phone. "Party's not even really started if you ask me."

You huffed. "I didn't ask you," you said. "You've ignored me most of the night. I've resorted talking to Boq and my cup of egg nogg like a crazy person."

He snorted softly. "You are being ridiculous," he said. "I did spend time with you."

"Right, right," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "Before you went off and left me with Boq."

"Is Boq truly all that bad?"

You pouted up at him.

He smiled down at you, tilting his head as he watched you. "Now. I'll repeat myself," he said. "Mistletoe. Christmas party. People all around."

You took a moment to realize just how many people were in the living room. Had you really been that much in your mind that you didn't realize the crowd that had migrated inside?

"Kiss or no kiss. It's up to you," he said.

"Maybe I'll go grab Boq. Kiss him under the mistletoe instead."

He snorted softly. "You wouldn't."

You narrowed your eyes at him. You go to walk back to the sofa where you saw Boq's red curls.

He quickly reached out and grabbed your wrist.

"Do not do that," he said, narrowing his eyes at you. "Come on, please," he said. "I'm sorry for disappearing on you. I didn't mean to."

You huffed softly. You knew he was being earnest—you could see it in his eyes. You looked away, frowning.

He gently nudged your cheek with his knuckle. "Look at me," he softly said. "Let me prove to you how sorry I am."

You gave a quick and curt nod, and he immediately leaned forward, a hand to the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a rather deep kiss.

Lips molding with yours, his hand at the base of your neck fitting just perfectly. His teeth gently nipped at your bottom lip, and you would have granted him access had it not been for the need to breathe. Damn alcohol inhibiting all of your senses.

You sucked in a soft breath as you looked up at him, feeling the warmth of... something spread throughout your body. What was it? It wasn't anxiety. Wasn't excitement. No, no... it was...

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do that for?" Fiyero asked, leaning forward and pressing a second but rather quick kiss to your lips. "Ages, love."

You licked your lips nervously. Oh, you knew that feeling well. Joy.

Perhaps Christmas parties weren't all that bad.

They seemed to make your secret boyfriend not-so-secret after all (judging by the hush and the bruises that now rested on several partygoers' arms).

You tossed your phone onto the sofa nearby, hands gently gripping at his jacket. You pulled him close and kissed him again, feeling as his arms wrapped around you.

Lips to lips, bodies to bodies, the mistletoe watched as its tradition granted yet another kiss to those who deserve it.

[namedvesta]

— Pina Bausch, performance still from “Blaubart” (𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟩)