#and he did a sax solo

[bbboar]

Went to see Ghost yesterday! It was so good!!! Def going to see them again next time theyre touring!

The church set up so fucking cool, the light show was amazing, Mr.Papa Emeritus had multiple outfit changes and the ghouls were so theatrical and really got the crowd hyped (my section screamed each time the guitarist so much as pointed at us).

Also my fellow fans were all dressed up too, which i loved! We were a sea of black (baring a few pastel exceptions). So many people wearing ghost merch, there were a few nuns and a looot of alternative fashion

Oh and at some point the were cannons that blew confetti and these sweet $666 notes. I yoinked one mid air and put it in my bad so fast lmao

[batwynn]

Sometimes trauma is 1,000 out of 6,000 photos on your phone that are unbearable to look at without feeling physically sick, but you can’t erase them either. And sometimes Apple likes to pop up a cute little montage of those photos for you to be severally triggered by.

[starswallowingsea]

thinking about rinne playing saxophone with the people who record their backing tracks

[nemofil]

siren song call of death is so so beautiful

[bluehome91]

B.T. Express (originally named Brooklyn Transit Express) was an American funk/disco group, that had a number of successful songs during the 1970s.

The group was part of the "Brooklyn sound" of the early 1970s, formed from three players of the group King Davis House Rockers. The House Rockers were a local dance band who had released a couple of obscure singles (1967's "We All Make Mistakes Sometimes" on Verve Records, 1972's "Rum Punch") The three players (guitarist Richard Thompson, tenor sax player Bill Risbrook, and alto sax player Carlos Ward) formed Madison Street Express along with bassist Louis Risbrook (later Muslim-monickered Jamal Rasool), percussionist Dennis Rowe, drummer Terrell Wood, and vocalist Barbara Wood. They along with producer Jeff Lane signed with production company Roadshow Records to record writer Billy Nichols "Do It ('Til You're Satisfied)." The record was shopped around to major labels until it was accepted at Scepter Records. Scepter suggested the group change its name from Madison Street Express, hence the Brooklyn Transit Express. The single was released in August 1974, and reached the top 10. Lane took the group back into the studios at that point to record a second single and pitch a full album to the label. Scepter agreed to the LP and to Roadshow Records having its own label within Scepter Records.

The first two singles were hits, both number 1 R&B releases and both Top 5 pop singles in the US. The album hit number 1 on the R&B album chart and number 5 on the Pop album chart of the US. These recordings were also hits in the spreading disco culture, "Do It" peaking on club playlists before Billboard started a separate disco chart, but the follow-up single sat for five weeks at number 1. They were certified gold releases.

BT Express released an album per year through 1978. With the third album, Leslie Ming was brought in as drummer and keyboardist Michael Jones was added as keyboardist. Jamal, who had converted to the Muslim faith, gave Jones the name Kashif Saleem, which he used after departing the group, in 1979, to pursue producing ("Mighty M Productions" with Morrie Brown and Paul Laurence Jones) and solo recording ventures. That year songwriter Billy Nichols and drummer Leslie Ming also departed the group. In 1976 Scepter records was experiencing business difficulties that soon ended the company, and BT Express was given a distribution deal with Columbia Records, which, though it gave them greater exposure, resulted in less attention being paid to their production, since they had so many acts to concentrate on. The group did not achieve the level of radio or sales success on Columbia that they had on the more nurturing but by-then defunct Scepter. They stayed with Columbia for five years, with Lane producing through 1978, then Nichols producing their fifth album before he departed for solo work, and Morrie Brown producing the sixth LP and several follow-up tracks. The group switched labels to Coast To Coast Records for the 1982 LP, to Earthtone Records for a later 1982 single, and to manager King Davis' own label in 1985.

[thejadedjewel]

Little Muppet Sesame Things #139

From the calm, nostalgia of Jingle Bells, we go to the rockin' and rollin' Electric Mayhem's cover of Jingle Bell Rock.

There's a lot to look at.

The audience consists of Rizzo's rat pals cutting a rug as Scooter, Beauregard, Bunsen, and Beaker have front row seats.

Then there's the Christmas/Holiday outfits the band wears.

Dr Teeth looks pretty much the same, but is wearing a different vest than what he usually wears.

Animal and Floyd are wearing flannel/plaid shirts.

Janie has this neat green and black floral print outfit and even has a matching elastic in her hair.

Zoot's got a blue sweater, very comfy and matching his esthetic.

Lips... I dunno, looks festive. To be honest, Lips was one of the guys I had no idea who he was when I used to watch this since the only Muppet related stuff I watched was Sesame Street, Muppet Babies, and the Muppet Movie and Lips never appeared in any of those. Hell, I didn't even know his name until years ago.

Watching more Muppet related media in the past decade had made me more aware of the many Muppet-related media/info I wasn't aware of, to be honest. That's why I get more excited over anything Muppet related now than I did in the 2000s, mainly thanks to being online more and things like Youtube and... non-legally-ways-of-watching-pirated-stuff.....

Erm, hey, here's Janice shredding on her guitar for Zoot and Lips sax/horn solos.

I also love this shot of Kermit and Robin just... bopping to the music, Robin enjoying it a bit more than his Uncle Kermit.

Doc, meanwhile, is trying to understand what's going on while Sprocket has become a fan.

Animal: THAT'S THE JINGLE BELL ROCK!

One of the best covers of Jingle Bell Rock out there, I dare you to find one better.

[eskawrites]

okay i’m officially obsessed with robin’s high school band experience (i say officially, i’ve been thinking about this for a while and now i’m finally caving and writing about it), so here are my Robin Buckley Band Geek(TM) headcanons for you to enjoy or ignore at your leisure

Robin is actually surprisingly into basketball. did you see her at that game? yeah, she’s there to shred the melody line on 25 or 6 to 4, but she’s also here cheer on/laugh at the Hawkins High team

you bet your ass she has had a crush on like half the girls’ basketball team btw

some of her first jabs at Steve were actually about some of his worst moments on the court. until she saw that those actually hit kind of hard, and then she laid off and started mocking his inability to talk to girls instead

once she and steve become friends, he’s actually surprised when she can keep up with his and lucas’s basketball chats. they ask her to practice with them exactly once, and it goes as terribly as you’d expect. but she still hangs out sometimes and gives lucas pointers when steve isn’t there

her favorite pep band song is Sweet Caroline. it just is.

sweeeet carolliiiiiiine. dun dun DUNNNNNNN

she is not supposed to be standing next to Vickie during Lucas’s game (seriously what even are their lines?? trombone trumpet clarinet? a random baritone row behind them? @ hawkins pep band wtf is going on here)

but she’s a senior and she can do what she wants

Vickie lets her, which is very cute imo

she has a vendetta with the percussion line

this is band kid law. you have to have a vendetta with either the percussion line or the trumpet section, and since she plays trumpet, she only has one option

she’s actually not bad at marching band. she has the discipline, she can think on her feet, she can focus on her steps and the angle of her trumpet and the set list and everything all at once with no issue. it takes her a while to stop stumbling over her feet freshman year, but once she has the fundamentals down, she’s absolutely fine

she took a french horn solo to state contest her junior year and actually ranked pretty high. but between the stress and the ptsd, she just didn’t have the motivation to do it again her senior year

it’s just as well. contest would’ve been after the events of spring break, and even if hawkins high had the resources to send a group of band and choir kids to contest after the “earthquake,” she definitely would’ve backed out

speaking of spring break, the first time she tries to play trumpet again after facing vecna hurts. that’s a lot of air to get through a throat that’s been nearly crushed by upside down vines. she fakes a lot of her playing for a few weeks, and by the time graduation rolls around, she’s mostly just going through the motions

it’s another thing the upside down has taken from her, and it makes her livid

Nancy absolutely understands why Robin is pulling away from band, but sometimes she thinks back on her vague memories of Robin in the bleachers--the crisp jacket, the clean white gloves, the sharp angle of her shoulders as she snaps her horn to attention--and she wishes she’d paid more attention to her back then

Will joins band his sophomore year! he wants to try something that’s just for him. he asks Robin for advice and she tells him how to get on the director’s good side as well as which kids to avoid. she also tells him that if he joins percussion she’ll never forgive him.

i think he’d play sax personally--lots of melody, great for solos, but also not the center of attention and really good at blending in

Robin finds herself going to a lot of hawkins high games during her gap year, which is completely unexpected but also a lot of fun. she and Steve sit in the stands and cheer Will and Lucas on in equal measure

(Will being there for all of Lucas’s games, too <3 it’s what he deservessss)

Robin’s parents are broke and she never ever spends any of her money on herself, so she doesn’t actually own any of the instruments she’s played. which means after high school, she has no access to any of it even if she wanted to keep playing

Nancy, Steve, and all the kids pitch in to get her a really nice trumpet a couple years after high school. we’re talking King brand, silk-lined case, the works. she cherishes that thing like it’s the fucking crown jewels

if/when Robin goes to college, she won’t join band but she’ll befriend a lot of the band kids. they’ll find out she used to play a couple different brass instruments and encourage her to pick it up again, even if it’s just in her free time

she does, and she joins some small groups--not class related, just having fun and performing with her friends

(steve goes to every single performance, even if it’s not even a show or anything. he’s been known to sit in on practices and grin at her with the proudest, dorkiest look on his face)

(Nancy also goes to every performance she can. she surprises Robin once, flying in at the last minute to go to one of her concerts. she shows up with a bouquet of flowers and it takes all of Robin’s willpower not to fall to her knees and propose right there)

[platadesangre]

we NEED to talk about jcs 1975 madrid cast!

i have come to make camilo sesto justice

(i finally finished this post yay!)

i may be a bit biased, since this was my first jcs.

short story on how i discovered it

my dad used to be an apostle for a bootleg staged playback jcs in peru during the 70s! they used this version.

he had the cd. he also had the mp3 files. i used his computer, so that was how 13 year old me found it.

those were tough times, bc later i started doing catechesis and i kind of got depressed and started questioning my faith lol. judas' character really resonated with me

since this is a recording, i didn't have any footage to reference, so i made up everything in my mind. (this is why it was a bit weird for me to see the english productions, bc they looked nothing like in my head lol)

now, a bit of historical context for spain in the 70's

camilo sesto was a popular spanish singer and actor who went to see the jcs 1971 broadway production in london. he loved it so much that he did everything he could do financially to bring the show to spain.

spain was in a fascist dictatorship at the time

they fought with censorship for years, that's why the lyrics are a bit different (i'll make a post about that too)

they had to remodel the alcalá-palace theater stage entirely

franco (our dictator) died two days after the premiere (about time lol)

the "ultras" (conservatists) didn't like the show so they did lots of crazy stuff (for example, praying for the cast outside the theater or sending BOMB THREATHS?)

anyways, this was the first official translation for jcs!

on the main cast we have

camilo sesto as jesus christ (he wanted the role from the beggining)

teddy bautista as judas iscariot

ángela carrasco as mary magdalene

here's an old pic of them (and some apostles)

(now that i look at it closely, it kind of looks like a bootleg jcs 1973 lol)

on the recording

it's a stereo recording, so use both headphones or you'll miss out on half of it

musically speaking, it's similar to the og concept album (songs ending on fade-outs and shorter trial before pilate) but it has some interesting choices (teddy, the producer and the voice of judas, took a lot of... artistic liberties)

some things this version has

it adds lots of synth. it's very psychodelic. i understand this can be a turn off for some people

they kinda change the key to many songs. maybe to fit vocal ranges idk

teddy just loves to make up new melodies (please give this man some water)

EPIC GUITAR SOLO in what's the buzz

what's the buzz and strange thing mystifying are separated tracks for some reason

camilo sings so good

cute synth in everything's alright ángela has such an angelic voice she makes such a good mary

the drums and guitars during this jesus must die are so danceable

the BEST simon zealotes i've heard. shit goes HARD. he goes CRAY

i really love this pilate, in my rating he would be the best one

camilo's "¡SALVAOS VOSOTROS!" during the temple is really pathetic lol

damned for all time interlude replaced by synths. the SAX SOLO is also replaced by synth (questionable choice)

cool thing happens during the end of this song that i'll talk about in another post

judas' occasional nervous laughter really adds to his character

also he cries a lot

"you sad pathetic man" part during last supper is... fairly different! (i'm looking at you teddy...)

camilo's gethsemane is epic. he's a baladist singer but MAN he can ROCK

cool harmonica during the arrest

i'll never shut up about our pilate (he nervous laughs too)

herod is so fruity

judas' death really hits different when you were depressed and questioning faith (this version is BRUTAL) also lyrics change (i'll talk about it i swear)

teddy's one of the few judas who sing the i don't know how to love him reprise in the higher scale!! it sounds so painful and anguished

the album continues acceptably

other cool things it has

jesus and judas have this interesting accent difference. since camilo is from valencia, he has this pristine and traditional spanish accent. and teddy is from canarias (also lived in the usa) so his accent is rougher and more, crusty? idk how to explain it but it's neat and stablishes their dynamic a bit. (ángela is from dominican republic! but her accent is barely noticeable)

on the footage aspect, we only have old vhs videos and live audios uploaded on youtube. also some old photos

there is a book about this version. it has some anecdotes (only available in spanish)

now we have a 4 episode mini-series about the odyssey that it was to produce this. it's called "camilo superstar" (i won't be watching it bc it's a bit fan-ficy from what i've seen)

the posts i'll make about this production will be tagged as #jcs 1975 madrid

you can listen to it on spotify!

or on youtube (playlist made by me)

[alexthefly]

THUNDERPRIDE GIFT EXCHANGE

Happy Pride everybody!!! Hope you've all enjoyed the month's festivities and all the Thunderbirds-y goodness. I've got a bit of reading and art to catch up on, but what I've seen so far has all been amazing - you're all so damn talented! 😊

For the Thunderpride gift exchange I was lucky enough to be matched with the incomporable @emtb319 ! I've taken their prompt of seaside and kinda run with it, but if you look closely and squint a bit, you might just spot hints of their other prompts - stray cat and green - as well.

Also just to say that although this was meant to be pure Earth and Sky fluff, it did get a bit angsty in the middle (when does it not with me? 😅) But I promise it all turns out well in the end.

Hope you like it. Thankyou so much for the prompts, and happy Pride!

Word count: 2365

Also available to read on AO3

Just You

The morning of the annual Pride beach party had broken warm and bright, and now at mid-morning the place was jumping. Right across the crowded seafront, smiling people draped in banners and flags of every kind thronged together in a cacophony of colour and sound. Grilling stations had been set up along the edge of the beach to cater for the hungry revellers and, on the stage at the far end, performers in elaborate costumes kept the mood high with a joyous concoction of music, spectacle and thumping beats.

From his vantage point on the stone steps leading up from the beach, Scott Tracy was surrounded by the sounds, sights, and smells of a damn good time. Entranced, he took a moment and just breathed the jubilant atmosphere in.

It was intoxicating.

After a few minutes, he sensed his brother draw up next to him, a cool oasis of calm in a tumultuous sea of sensation.

“Quite the scene, huh?”

He breathed. “...Yeah.”

A delicious-smelling package was suddenly thrust into his hands.

“Got you some chips,” smiled Virgil knowingly.

Scott’s spirits soared and he tore into the paper cone immediately. Real British chips - distinct from fries and, according to Parker at least, far superior - were a rare treat that were best enjoyed piping hot.

That first bite of salty, crispy fluffiness elicited a moan of pleasure from him that frankly bordered on the obscene. 

Parker might have had a point.

Thankfully the ambient noise from the party spared him most of his blushes, although of course Virgil’s ever-sensitive ear caught it; but he just chuckled, rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his own similar package.

Over on stage the bands were swapping over, with the new one announcing themselves - Cat Distribution Network - before launching into a cover of some old dance track. It was apparently a popular choice; the crowd on the beach cheered, pulsed and tossed in waves to the beat.

“They sound good,” said Virgil, popping one of his own chips into his mouth. “That song works well pitched lower like that. Makes the chorus more robust. And the sax solo in the middle eight is an interesting choice - I’ve not heard that done before.”

Scott had no idea if the changes to the song were any good or not, but he nodded anyway, happy to hear his brother chatting away about something he enjoyed.

“So, you gonna go change?” 

Unlike Virgil, who was already back in his familiar red flannel and jeans, Scott was still sporting his distinctive IR blues from the opening ceremony earlier.

He shoved another morsel of fried goodness in his mouth.

“Food first.”

Virgil smirked. “Alright,” he said, “but I’m not explaining it to Brains if you end up with grease stains down your jacket.”

It was an empty threat - their uniforms were engineered to be way more than stain-resistant - but Scott made a show of wiping his fingers on his brother’s sleeve anyway, just because. Virgil grumbled, but let it slide. He could hardly complain; oil stains were kind of his signature look.

Scott finished off his chips and, crumpling the paper into a ball, pitched it straight into the recycling bin; nothing but net.

“Show-off,” grumbled Virgil, picking his own attempt up off the floor and spiking it in.

“Gotta make a good impression Virg,” replied Scott, just a little smug. “We’re official representatives at this event, after all.”

Technically it was Tracy Industries who were the actual sponsors for this year’s shindig, but it had been agreed all round that an appearance from International Rescue at Pride was just too much good publicity to turn down. It was also for that reason that a certain green sky-whale was currently parked on a specially-built platform just off the main beach, temporarily adorned with about fifty different painted flags of the LGBTQIA+.

There’d been a lot more than just oil on Virgil’s shirt for the last few days.

But unlike his ‘bird - or a certain squid, who even at this moment was sparkling his way somewhere across the packed beach dressed head-to-toe in pink, yellow and blue sequins - Virgil himself had apparently gone the subtle route with his own attire this year, choosing only a small green and blue pin in recognition of his own identity.

It was a very Virgil move.

“So, didn't fancy getting all dressed up, huh?”

Virgil shrugged. “Nah. I wasn't feeling it,” he said, nudging a stray pebble down the steps with his boot.

Virgil hadn't really ever been the type to draw attention to himself. Not shy exactly, at least not the way John was sometimes in a crowd, he preferred to play a background, backup role to bolder, more adventurous (reckless?) brothers. Sure, he’d done all the usual art student-y things in college - hair colour, nose piercing, his infamous goth phase - but none of it had stuck. 

The truth was that Virgil had never really felt the need to shout about who he was. He just…was. Even with his sexuality, there had been no “coming out” as such; somehow they’d all always known he was gay, just as Virgil had always known that they knew.

Still, it was a surprise not to see him with at least a little glitter in his hair today. Pride was a big deal in the Tracy household. Obviously Gordon was the usual driving force for getting the family into the spirit of things, but Virgil had always been right there behind him, ready to make his little brother’s more outlandish plans happen with all the enthusiasm and creativity that a double masters in engineering and art demands.

So why had Scott been left to source his own fairy wings this year?

“Are you okay, Virgil?” He asked, realising the need to tread carefully. “You don't exactly seem…yourself.”

Brown eyes looked up at him from under thick, slightly knitted eyebrows.

“I’m fine, Scott.”

Uh-huh. Nice try.

“Virg…”

He put one hand gently on the shorter man’s shoulder, noting the tension carried through it. Scott squeezed gently, and was happy to feel taut muscles relax just a little.

“Talk to me, Virgil.”

His brother held fast for a moment, but then seemed to wilt.

He sighed.

“I just… Look, I love Pride. Really I do. It's vibrant and joyful and so so important. But…” He swallowed. “I just wonder if… Is it all worth it?”

Scott tilted his head.

Nope, gonna have to run that by me again. 

“If what's worth what?”

Virgil huffed, clearly struggling for the right words. 

“If… If maybe I’m getting too old for all this.”

There was a moment where Scott knew he should be sensitive and simply listen, but he just couldn't hold back the sudden laugh trying to burst the back of his throat.

“Too old? You?!”

He gave in and let it out.

“Virgil, for god’s sake! If you’re over the hill then I must be at death’s door! You’re not even thirty yet! ‘Too old’...”

Glare-powered daggers stabbed at him as he fought for composure.

“It's a young person’s game, Scott. All of this…” He swept his arm across the scene of the party. “I just don't seem to have the energy for it at all.”

Down the beach, as if to illustrate the point, Cat Distribution Network were on their second encore; a loud, clangy, cymbal-fest of noise that sounded to Scott a lot like the last tropical storm they’d had back home.

Okay, maybe he had a point right this second, but…

“Virgil, you don't have to be young to enjoy Pride. It's not just for teenagers and Gordon; it's for everyone, from stroller to walker, every walk of life. It doesn't have to be the parade or this party - there's all kinds of things going on, from the clubs to the local library. Everyone’s welcome at Pride; there's something for everyone.”

He reached across and pulled his brother closer to him, needing more contact.

“And I know you know that. So tell me, what's really going on?”

Virgil said nothing for a moment, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the ground, brow furrowed.

Scott waited.

“I guess… I s’pose it's just that these days it's hard to feel connected to that side of me anymore. Being gay, I mean.”

Virgil shifted and sat down on the step, resigned to spilling his guts, and Scott went with him, refusing to let go.

“I guess with what we all do, how busy we are, it doesn't leave a lot of time for other things - dating and whatnot - and that's fine; I love what we do. It's what I signed up for. But lately it feels like… oh I don't know! Like I should be doing more. Being more gay.”

Scott's brain glitched.

“Being more gay?” 

Virgil nodded. 

“Doing more. Making a show of it. No-one ever looks at me and goes ‘oh yeah, there's a gay guy’. I’m not flashy or flamboyant or camp; I don't go to nightclubs or have… Oh, I don't know, posters of Judy Garland on my wall. I’ve never been that kind of person.”

He put his head in his hands, hiding his face from Scott.

“I guess what I’m saying,” he said quietly, “is that I don't really feel as if I belong here. I see all these people showing off their identities and revelling in them and I… I just don't feel…valid.”

There was a moment of silence as each of them processed what had just been said. Virgil seemed to shrink in on himself, spent from the effort of verbalising it all, but Scott remained motionless, brain churning.

Wow.

Where to begin?

How long had Virgil been feeling like this? Feeling like his own identity didn't belong to him? 

His brother was so sensitive to everyone else’s feelings and moods, but he almost never talked about his own; not without being asked, or using them to offer advice to someone in need of it. He was always so busy playing backup to the rest of them, seeming so comfortable in his skin, self-assured, not needing to perform…

Had Scott really misunderstood his brother so badly?

Virgil was still sitting there, not moving, head still in his hands. Slowly, gently, Scott shifted around until he was right in front of him, then reaching slowly out and gently pried his brother’s hands apart, scooching down to try to catch his eye.

“Virgil, I don't…” 

No, that's not right.

He took a breath and started again. 

“I can't know what it feels like to be gay in this world. It's something I’ve never known; never could know. You have all the knowledge of how that feels. All I can tell you is how I see it from the outside.”

“And what I see… is you.”

Virgil looked up at him, brow furrowed.

“Those things you just listed?” Scott continued, resting one hand on his knee. “They're all only one way to be gay; they're not the blueprint. Stereotypes and archetypes aren't the be all and end all; there's as many ways to be queer as there are stars in the sky, and just as many ways to celebrate that queerness.”

Brown eyes dimmed, full of doubt.

“You don't have to perform it for anyone or put on some costume. You painted the flags on Two. You helped Gordon with his costume. You…” 

He could feel himself flailing. 

“Virgil, you love so completely. You live your life with your whole heart, every single day. You do it your own way; you always have.”

He reached out to put one hand on the back of Virgil’s neck, bringing him in closer until their foreheads touched.

“You are you, and you are gay, so being you is showing your gayness. No ifs, no buts. It just is. You don’t have to prove anything. Those two things are inexorably linked, Judy Garland poster or not.”

He felt a small chuckle rumble through his brother’s chest and breathed an internal sigh of relief.

“Just be, Virgil,” he said. “That's all. Just be you.”

A breath. Two.

“...Thanks Scott.”

And suddenly he needed to be closer than just a forehead. Arms acted on their own accord, wrapping around each other in a fierce hug, each of them desperate to reassure the other that they were there, that it was okay.

It was all going to be okay.

From over his shoulder Scott could hear the party clearly still going on strong. Cheers and noise bounced around the beach as the next band struck up on stage, and as the first chords sounded, the crowd roared their approval.

I am what I am,

I am my own special creation…

Scott and Virgil looked at each other, and dissolved into fits of giggles at the serendipity of it all.

Sometimes it was just like that at Pride.

Eventually they managed to get a hold of themselves again. Virgil extricated himself from his brother’s arms and stood up to brush himself off. 

The song was still going into the second verse, with the crowd singing along to every word in raucous harmony.

“Now this?” he said, inspiration dancing in his eyes, “This is a Pride song worth getting a little dressed up for.”

Grinning, he reached across to Scott’s baldric and nabbed his laser cutter. Then working quickly, he bent down and burned a small tear in each jean leg, before ripping them right across the mid-thigh. He kicked off the remaining tubes of denim, leaving him in a pair of ragged shorts. Then he shrugged his shirt off, whipped off his undershirt (drawing interested looks from more than a few passers-by), and finally pulled his red flannel back on, tying the bottom of it tight across his chest, Daisy Duke style.

The effect was striking.

“How do I look?” he asked, standing proud.

Scott smiled.

“Very you.”

Virgil beamed.

“Dance with me?” he asked, holding out a chivalrous hand to him.

Scott took it with a little curtsy. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, smiling broadly.

And with that the pair of them made their way joyfully down the steps - sand, heels and spirits all kicking high - to join the celebration.

[frogsformax]

Can you hear the rumble?

warning: contains slut papa and bad boyfriend (slapping, name calling)

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You and your boyfriend were planning on seeing Ghost for a while, but he was extremely jealous of your little crush on the singer. It wasn’t easy getting those pit tickets but you worked doubles every night for two weeks to be able to afford one for you and him. It was such a waste for him since he would pout the whole show about you looking at some other guy rather than him.

You showed up right at doors, sending your boyfriend with your credit card to buy you a shirt and another papa plush while you ran to the pit, managing to snag a spot right at the front of the barricades. Your boyfriend joined you after a while as you scrolled through your phone to get updates on their setlist.

“oh my god, theyre ciricing people again” you said, stunned as you imagined how that would feel if it was you.

“dont get any ideas (y/n) they dont want to even touch you, youre lucky you have me” your boyfriend scoffed, going back to watching videos on his phone and completely ignoring you.

This completely hurt your heart, knowing that everyone heard it because the venue was practically empty. Little did you know Sodo and Swiss were looking out onto the crowd from the wings, seeing and hearing this entire interaction.

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Finally it was time for your favorite song, you had just finished screaming spillways with some random girl in the pit because your boyfriend wasn’t having it. Sodo walked out on stage and started to slowly but loudly play the opening, the lights engulfing him in a deep crimson red as papa went to put on a coat and take off his robe. You screamed as you reached up to wave to them.

“I feel your presence amongst us” Papa sang into the mic, appearing on stage and strutting over, continuing to sing. Tears streamed down your face as you screamed and cried to your favorite song. Eyeliner smudging slightly as you reached up for him. As the song progressed the excitement and nervousness built inside of you.

“From now our merge is eternal” Papa sang, kneeling down in front of you and taking your hand in his as you screamed out of joy.

“Cant you see that youre lost? Cant you see that youre lost without me?” He sang sweetly, gesturing with his fingers to make you look him in the eyes.

You were bent over the barracaide, holding onto his hand as he sang to you, his eye contact never breaking. The moment was magical, white light shown down on you as you stared into his eyes. His voice like silk echoed in your ears as you were lost in the moment.

“I can hear the thunder thats breaking in your heart, I can see through the scars inside you” he sang, blowing you a kiss as he let go of your hand.

Suddenly your boyfriend yanked you down, making you face him as he screamed at you.

“You dumb fucking bitch you really thought you could just go and do that? fucking throw yourself at other men?!” He slapped you across the face, making papa and the ghouls look over at the commotion as the security guards rushed over to pull him away.

You were crying harder as you picked up your bag of things, turning around and not bothering to help him as the girl you sang spillways with hugged you and brought you back to the front to finish the song.

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At the end of the concert you were drained, but the memories of your now ex had left your mind. From the sax solo in Miasma to Papa fingering the air at you during Mary On A Cross your spirits had been lifted.

Everyone walked out on stage to say thanks and throw guitar picks to the crowd. Papa walked over directly to you, leaning down and slipping you a piece of paper before winking at you and interacting with the crowd more. You turned to your new friend, screaming as you opened the note.

“Side door. 11:30. Code Emeritus”

Maybe this night wasnt so bad after all…

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part 2 maybe?? maybe???? only if yall want it

okay i hope yall enjoyed that because woof if he ciricied me i would cum and cry and actually pass away. Also heres some sodo hands from last night and a clip of papa ciricing someone but boy LOOK AT HOW HE MADE HER LOOK AT HIM…

[invisiblemelonmoose]

Dumb kanjoh ska band au idea that popped into my head that won't go away until I word vomit it up:

Red: Trumpet with a lot of solos. Virtually never talks in interviews. Not musically trained, but has a good ear, perfect pitch, and can play almost anything he's heard once before.

Green: Guitar and singer. One of the few who actually know music theory and understands chord structure. He started off doing a lot more jazz, but slowly fell in love with ska after Red started listening to it more.

Blue: Keyboard. She like improvising and and messing around to find good sounds. She thinks she invents new chords and Green tells her it's just an ionian major 7th chord.

Kotone: Lead singer and sax/oboe player. She make up silly little songs for them to play around with during rehearsals, like about seeing a cute yamper on her way to the grocery store and how soft and fluffy the mareep she saw outside were.

Kris: Bass trombone/trumpet/horn/brass and lyricist. She did a bit of self study on music theory. She played trombone in middle school and high school, but didn't play again until after university when joining the band.

Silver: Electric bass/cello. Kris and Kotone dragged him into the band. He was classically trained and used to be a fairly well known cellist until he cut all ties with his family.

Gold: Drummer. He's been in many failed bands before and he hopes that this is the one that finally works. He was the one to have the idea to start a band with this group of friends.

[rastronomicals]

10:44 AM EST December 13, 2024:

Miles Davis - "In A Silent Way/It’s About That Time" From the album In a Silent Way (July 30, 1969)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

So, the hoped-for reappraisal.

I first bought this when I was 19 or 20, Bitches Brew in the rearview.

And having pretty much liked what it sounded like when Miles Ran the Voodoo Down, In A Silent Way really made no impression on me. I do remember being somewhat surprised by this at the time, but it wasn't happening and the album sat unplayed. Some of the impressionistic shortfall, I think, was that McLaughlin didn't sound like he did on Birds of Fire, and if that was it, I think I may have been listening under unreasonable expectations. Another key component of the music's failure to excite simply may have been the expectations (or fears) created by titles. The way was "silent" and the time was "peaceful." And oh yeah, "Sssh."

I can definitely remember being skeptical about the concept of ambient back then, and if I was adventurous enough to buy the thing, I wasn't enough detoxed from the punk rock and the Iron Maiden to get past the preconceptions.

Maybe. I dunno, maybe it was something else.

But I'm actually kind of happy right now, because, after having a long while ago given away the vinyl I purchased as a young pimply adult, I'm really digging the Columbia Jazz Masterpieces/BMG Music Club CD I bought on Discogs last week. It's mostly electric piano tone clusters and rhythmic vamping underneath some tasteful and restrained sax and trumpet solos, with some nice electric guitar and double bass snippets interspersed, and nothing wrong with that. It ain't rock and it ain't ambient, so let's call it quality jazz, even if Miles really would fly the coop sometime thereafter.

I have of course in the past been disappointed when I find that my mid-50's self and my snivelling potsmoking younger version agree on something. So here I get to dismiss my younger self's taste, which is nice.

But one thing I'm wondering and if you can clarify please do, it's Wayne Shorter and the way he's credited with tenor sax on the 1999 CD I bought, when there are spaces in the music that certainly sound like soprano. Looking around, I see that Lester Bangs in his contemporary review also had Shorter playing tenor, but that Wikipedia, adapting the credits "from the album's 1969 liner notes" has him on soprano. And here's a serious jazz site that says In A Silent Way was Shorter's debut on soprano.

This isn't usually the kind of thing I'd get hung up about, let me be emphatic, but it *is* the kind of thing serious jazz people make a habit of worrying about. And usually end up straightening out as a result. Regardless of my original opinion on the thing, this is considered to be a classic record, right? Yet it appears there's some question about who played what. Which is kind of weird.

File under: Directions in Music

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[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I'm back to band gays you can't stop me (both school band and rock band HCs will be present)

School Band:

- despite his chaos, Remus is actually the best player in his section

- Virgil isn't half bad either (going with sax on this one)

- Virgil has a solo once and Remus is staring with such "good googily moogily" desire that he almost misses his section's entrance

- at least one person in his section begging him to just stop being gay for one night so they can have a good concert (he doesn't) (don't they see Virgil with those black piercings to match his suit?) (and that perfect eyeliner?) (why don't they get it?) (Remus is a hot mess)

- Virgil once asked Remus why he was staring by asking "what? See something you like?" and Remus could've barked

- Virgil stares at Remus a lot more than Remus thinks (Remus thinks 0 times) because Remus cleans up really nice for a concert and Virgil's about to be twirling his faded-purple bangs and biting his lip piercings over this boy

- "25 bucks says they're dating before the end of the year" "you're on"

Rock Band:

- they both fumble flirting so ridiculously hard that they don't get each other's numbers and Roman has to give them to each other later (he is Big Disappointed)

- They text for a few days and Roman sees his brother genuinely excited over this boy and Romans like "c'mon, my best friend??? You picked my best friend???? Sorry Pat— MY BEST FRIEND?" but he's not angry just exasperated

- Remus gets brought to many many more concerts now (both as guard dog protection because, while Roman can protect himself and is very certain of it, he still doesn't like going random places alone. Personal headcanon of him, don't mind me AND because Virgil starts inviting him personally)

- How do you feel about Remus drooling over Virgil while he plays guitar? What feelings does this inspire? Why am I reading this like a therapist?

- Virgil will eventually write a song about Remus but it has so many metaphors that it takes Roman two months to figure it out (and the WRATH he rains down upon Virgil because WHY DID HE GET A SONG BEFORE ME WERE BEST FRIENDS but it's all in good fun)

- maybe Roman finds a pookie in one of Virgil's bandmates. Who knows.

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Y E S I fucking L O V E A L L of this!!! First thing's first I absolutely A D O R E the fact that despite Ree's chaos he's the best in his section (Vee can agree he totally doesn't stare and listen 24/7 no that would just be too Gay what do you mean he got up from his spot just to invade Ree's personal space as he plays /lie) And as for the Rock band one I L O V E them just being too Gay to function while Ro is just like "Holy shit here just have each other's numbers" and is still surprised they even got together XD (Ree D E S E R V E S scary Dog privileges and to answer the question on how I feel about Ree drooling over Vee while he plays Guitar is as he S H O U L D because hot damn that sexy Emo knows how to shred and he wrote a song about him manz is A W O O G Aing hard and I don't blame him)

[jarritos-hetalia]

High School AU but it's Band

America: -> 100% a trumpet player -> "Trumpets, we're waiting on you" -> I can already tell he talks mid class all the time (The Band director is always telling him to shut up) -> He can play really well, but his posture is like... so fucking bad that he sounds like he's dying

Canada: -> I want to say percussion, but he's mainly on Bells or Triangle -> When he's playing Snare and Base he tends to be really quiet, so he's not usually on those parts -> Has been told "Could you play the triangle quieter?" and legit almost threw his stand at the director

France: -> He plays the flute, and he only did it so he'd be with all the women playing flute -> He switched to clarinet after one year -> He dropped out of the band, he just didn't like it -> He did well during solo and ensemble though

England: -> Trombone, but he's like the only trombone that doesn't speak in the middle of class -> "Arthur, you're only allowed to have Water in the band room!" -> Has fought the director on if he should be allowed to have tea in the band room -> Indecisive, they never came to agreement

Italy: -> Playing "Careless Whisper" on the alto sax -> He could switch to Tenor sax, he just doesn't want to -> The one who asks the dumb questions

Japan: -> Clarinet player -> He sits next to Italy and is already tired of the questions -> "For the last time, we don't have the same part."

Germany:

-> The one good Trumpet player -> Switched to French Horn because he thought it'd be fun -> Now he's sitting closer to Japan and Italy, he already regrets it

Sealand:

-> Oboe, and I refuse to explain why I think this -> He's almost always in tune, so all the Flutes are told to listen to him so they can tune -> He takes so much pride in that

[karerasakunamisstrap]

If jojo characters were in a symphonic orchestra;

THE JOJOS-

Jonathan, Cello 1

Joseph, Solo Tenor saxophone

Jotaro, Violin 2 (from his goodboy days)

Josuke4, Trombone

Giorno, Cello 1

Jolyne, Alto Sax 2

Johnny,

Jousk8, Bassoon 2

JOBROS/TEAMS/HOES

Speedwagon, Viola section chair

Erina Joestar, Flute section chair

Tonpetty, Violin 2

Dire, Euphonium

Straizo, Violin 1

Caesar Zeppeli, Clarinet 1

Lisa Lisa, Cello section chair

Suzi Q, Alto Sax 1

Stroheim, Horn ( & wagner tuba )

Holly Kujo, Viola 1

Kakyoin, Violin section chair

Polnareff, Violin 2

Koichi, Clarinet 2

Okuyasu, solo Bari sax

Rohan Kishibe, Oboe chair

Yukako, Clarinet 3 ( sits next to koichi

Abbachio, Euphonium

Fugo, Cello 2

Narancia, Auxilliary Percussion

Mista, Flute 1

Trish, Solo E flat Clarinet

Ermes, Timpani

Foo, trumpet

Weather, Piano

Anasui, Flute

Lucy steel, Viola 2

Diego, Bass clarinet Chair

Hot pants, Trumpet

Yasuho, Tuba

Rai, Trumpet

Joshu, "Percussion" grandpa made him do it

Karera, Bass

Kira8, Bassoon Chair (prefers french bassoons)

EXCEPTIONS SO FAR

Johnny doubles on Banjo and Guitar but hasn't played much.

Gyro plays the Lute for chamber music.

Will Zeppeli, Bruno, and Norisuke would all be the Conductors, each all playing piano and respectively maining on oboe, Tenor Voice and Viola.

Wekapipo is a baritone voice, and the orchestra has no choir.

Emporio is in the audience

Mountain tim plays the Guitar, and sings, around halfway between baritone and tenor.

Avdol Is in the audience, he plays the Duduk and has visited as a soloist but more frequently just spectates.

George Joestar I and Steven steel are the people setting this ensemble up and funding it.

Loggins and Messina are a Wham!, Hall and Oates, or Simon and Garfinkel type duo

VILLAINS, MINOR AND MAJOR

Dio brando. Visiting Violin Soloist

Tarkus & Bruford, trained in Natural horn ( one of the rings was a horn ) but currently playing Modern Horn

Jack the ripper, Violin 3 (trained for part 1 but put in 3 because everyone hates him and knows he'll be upset)

Doobie... Auxiliary percussion

Kars, opera bass

Esidesi is not allowed in the building or it will burn down, but he excels in handdrumming

Wamuu, expert in all things flute. doubles on piccolo and alto flute, for a little more range in the section

Wired Beck... Auxiliary percussion

Enya, former Clarinetist

Vanilla Ice, Cello 2

D'arby brothers, both on pitched percussion

N'Doul, Visiting piano soloist. very famous! like if stevie wonder preferred classical

Steely Dan, Trumpet 2

Yoshikage Kira, bass trombone. but he hasn't done much since college...

Yuya Fungami, Bass

Tonio, Oboe, but prefers his doubled Cor Angalis

Diavolo, Alto Clarinet & Bass Clarinet 2

Doppio, Contrabass Clarinet ( Rarely gets to play )

Risotto, Trombone chair

Ghiaccio, Piano ( every other instrument makes him angry about the design )

Prosciutto, Clarinet 2

Gwess, Flute, but she cares more about eating pussy than music. it's admirable to us all.

Pucci, organ

Lang Rangler... Snare drum

Blackmore, Violin 2

Magent Magent, Viola 2

Dr Ferdinand, Cello 2

Jobin, Trombone 3

Kei nijimura, Violin 3

Yotsuyu, Violin 2

Aisho, clarinet 2

Urban Guerilla, Viola 1

VILLAIN EXCEPTIONS

Hol horse plays the guitar

Akira Otoishi :)

Keicho certainly plays electric bass

Cioccolata is too busy being himself with his boyslave to do any music. he did learn violin once upon a time.

Squalo and Tiziano are jazzers

Leaky eye luca is a lounge singer

illuso is a famous singer/songwriter/musician and Formaggio plays bass for him

Pesci just goes fishing

Melone just games instead of playing any instruments

Johngalli A. is a dancer

all of dio's children are too lazy or just care about only other things

Miraschon had a habit of betting other musicians to play stuff for money and got kicked out by old joestar. played violin 2

Funny Valentine, Steel guitar

Ringo Roadagain, jaw harp and 12 string guitar

The eleven men are their own choir.

Sandman chooses not to participate in western music

Oyecomova plays the timbale drums ( yes, just like tito puente )

Tooru learned everything from guitar to flute over his very long life but just acts like a teenager right now and doesn't use much of it

Damo Tamaki, says he can play sax and can't

IN CONCLUSION; i need more things to do with my time. see you when i make a jazz group of jojo characters ❤️❤️