#but I do love Steve Vai

[carcarrot]

OLD MEN WERE TEMPTING ME...........

[hardrockshrimp]

Little Green Men!!!!

[songbirdsandsugar-moved]

I just got home. My feet are killing me.

I’m not actively trying to take a nap, but I won’t fight one either.

[davemurrayy]

BEAT | Levin & Vai & Belew & Carey

[puckpocketed]

tag game! pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (if you can)

thank u for the boop @maxkeplers <3 i WILL be flexing my listening range and overdoing the assignment (song blurbs!!!). additionally, all songs link to youtube + collected playlist at the end if anyone would like to listen to them all in one place :3

P - Perfect Blue by Macross 82-99. I used to stream my art years ago and one of my viewers linked some Macross, and I’ve never looked back. this is one of my faves from their discography. I hope that guy is doing okay!!

U - Uh Huh by TrippyThaKid. hehehe weed song . i confess this one’s on my ranked valorant hype playlist for when i need to Lock In <- duelist main (derogatory). the music video by itself is such a wonderful experience but also his flow is bizarrely sick and compelling to me <3

C - Cold Turkey by The Happy Fits. Everyone moved on from 2010s british alt rock but i’m still there and so are THF. theyre still releasing this type of stuff in the year of our lord!! there’s whimsy to them… they have a whistle only section in this song… u will have to pry this music from my cold dead fins…!!!!!!

K - Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer. i love rom coms so bad, and every time i listen to this song i am filled with the sweetest nostalgia <3 if you haven’t seen How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. please. it’s a batshit film about two deeply damaged people trying to play relationship chicken whilst torturing each other in an effort to get the other person to leave them. they simply do NOT make films like this anymore !!!

P - Pressure by Abhi The Nomad. he’s an Indian hip hop artist, he raps and sings and has this habit of slotting these gorgeous little electric guitar solos into his songs. there’s a pop twist to his music, and he collabs far and wide. this song is slow and buttery smooth and such a pleasure to listen to.

O - Oh Yeah! by Green Day. they’re still making music and it still fucking slaps and i will nevaaa move past my based punk KINGS.

C - Chocolate by Day6. alright so has anyone ever run into that problem of finding a song from an artist/band and it vibes with you hard and brings you joy and you go to check out their other music and it turns out the song you liked was some experimental B-side track and none of their other stuff is like that. well. this was me with this song except this song was a thing they wrote for the OST of a kdrama. i wish i was joking. </3

K - Karma Bonfire by Diablo Swing Orchestra. ill be real. this is theatre kid music. but its somehow not attached to a musical. it’s also got jazz and swing elements. yeah idk either.

E - Escape by Asta. just one of my faves. nothing smart to say i just love this.

T - The Dreamer by The Vaccines. this is not the first song from this album i’ve recommended. this is my album of the year. it’s about remembering a relationship, the end of it, the never-end of it. my favourite lyrics in this song are from the chorus, “I know the night has got two faces, there’s one that runs and one that chases, but if I caught you in between, then I would wait for you in dreams.”

E - Eternal Groove by Android52. what it says on the tin. i could listen to this on loop for hours. i have done so!

D - Dark Matter by Steve Vai. to round out our instrumental theme… Can we have him on a Hades 2 music dlc. pleek. steve vai i love uou <3 he writes music i would blast if i was condemned to running solo tank on a raid you know what i mean??

Here’s the whole thing on youtube in a handy playlist as promised! it’s not very coherent in terms of genre or vibes at all so caveat emptor BIGLY

tagging: @oensible <- if u find a way to include weezer i would simply perish from laughter. @em-ptynet @sevennone @brocksfaber @chownkie @mkaugust @larsnicklas @wheelsnipecelebrini as always no pressure to play!! and if you see this and would like to join in, consider yourself tagged 🫵💯🔥🔥🔥

[stevenssticks]

I STARTED A REVOLUTION SO THIS ONE’S FOR THE GWORLS‼️ FIRST TIME WITH STEVE VAI IM BEGGING WE ARE STARVING!! 🖤‼️

you asked and you shall receive bb<3

idk if you mean first time with steve or EVER so i’m going with first time ever to make it all sweet and loving

okay 1. he’s tall like 6’0 tall and ughh him w someone shorter than him is so💗💗💗💗

and like imagine him being older than reader by like maybe 10 years? not a crazy age gap compared to some other relationships but like it’s still significant. and he’s so much more experienced than you (aka you have none basically, besides getting fingered like once and giving head a couple times)

when you express this to him he’s so gentle and sweet about it. not childlike, you’re an adult and are definitely mature. not innocent. but he also makes sure to establish the fact that whatever you two do is at your pace. ohhh and the pet names!!!!! “honey” “sweetheart” UGHHH

anyway after some over the clothes touching, maybe a few times where he let you get off on his fingers, you finally feel ready to go all the way with him.

he gets you all laid out on the bed, naked while he’s stripped down to his boxers. he’s already so turned on, you can see how hard he is even through the fabric. you have a little wet spot on your panties from rubbing yourself on his thigh earlier, before panting out “wanna do it. wanna do it tonight.” in which steve ofc specified exactly what you mean. which led you to the position you’re in now.

steve being the gentleman he is makes sure to work you up before he properly fucks you. he gets down on his stomach in between your thighs, leaving kitten licks over your clothed cunt before pulling your underwear off and really going in. he sucks at your clit while he pushes a finger in you, then two, stretching you out for his cock. you’ve got your hands in his hair, grabbing and manipulating the strands. steve moans into you at this, and it makes you go absolutely wild. you can feel the bed move slightly and when you look down steve’s got his eyes closed, still sucking your clit while his hips push into the bed. fuck. he’s getting off on getting you off. what a fuckin dream.

once steve has you all loose on his fingers, he pushes back up into his knees, getting off the bed momentarily to shimmy out of his boxers. he’s long and pretty pink, you can tell he’s throbbing from where you lay on the bed waiting for him.

steve grabs a pillow that’s not cushioning your head to slide under your hips, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible before saying a little “okay, sweetheart?” in which you melt. answering with a quiet approval and then steve is pushing into you, and then you’re gone.

the stretch is so good, so delicious and perfect. he’s praising you, telling you how well you’re doing, how good you feel coupled with moans of his own. shimmying his hips to nudge deeper into you until he’s buried to the base. he leans over you, bringing you in for a kiss as he starts to move, lifting one of your legs to secure around his hip.

“fffuck you feel so good. oh shit..” steve murmurs into your skin. hips circling and pushing in and out of you so slowly before he picks up the pace. one of his hands is cradling your jaw, while the other roams up your torso. tweaking your nipples before skating down to press on your stomach so he can feel himself in you. “you feel that? that’s me. so deep in you honey. taking me so well.” (AAAAA)

he moves even further down to rub your clit, slow tight circles that make your brain feel like it’s seeping out through your ears. your eyes roll back and you’re suddenly hit with your orgasm, fast and hard. legs trembling and a couple tears falling from your eyes that steve kisses away as they fall.

“that’s it pretty.. did so well. just a little longer, you’re gonna make me cum. ohh fuck. fuck! m’ cumming-!”

and then steve is spilling inside you. you thank the lord you’re on birth control in that moment as you lay there with steve on top of you, breathing each other in and basking in the moment together<3

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WOAH THATS A LOT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I’D WRITE. ENJOY!

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Bad Horsie - Yandere! Johnny Joestar x Reader x Yandere! Gyro Zeppeli

Reader’s horse has a stand and of course is protective of their owner, both Gyro and Johnny fume over this as this animal blocks them at every move. This was supposed to be a joke post for April fools awhile go, less comedic than I was intending so it’s not gonna be right on April fools. Horse’s name : Bastille

Stand : Bad Horsie (Namesake ; Steve Vai - Bad Horsie)

You and Bastille probably had one of the strongest bonds one could possibly have with each other. Even Mountain Tim himself made an observation of this, which made you proud. Your father had given him to you a few years prior to entering the Steel Ball Run. A horse that was supposedly stubborn with other riders, just happened to click with you. So, you made sure to treat him right, give him the love he deserved and the both of you could communicate with grace.

Something that came heavily in handy in this arduous journey across the United States. Though it wasn’t just the two of you alone not like you thought it would have been. You wished it was that way, but life had thrown you a terrifying hardball consisting of two racers. The British born Johnny Joestar and Italian Gyro Zeppeli, who you only had considered allies to get you through this disaster of a race.

Bastille was your rock keeping you sane around those two, their romantic interest suddenly blossoming in a hell-scape of stand users. Your lovely horse knew this, the nervousness in your heart as you handled the reigns. He’d always eyeball the two of them when they were camping down for the night or when you hit a checkpoint. So he made it known to you to give as much pets as you wanted.

However as the trek went on, the atmosphere became suffocating. Bastille could feel it even as the two of you kept in sync, trying your best to either ride behind or in front of those two men. As much as there was to worry about venomous snakes or other apex predators, they seemed easier to deal with in this scenario. Perhaps this horse couldn’t get the complete situation down, but if you were in danger it would help instinctively or otherwise.

You knew your lovely companion had a stand but never divulged this to the men you were traveling with. You felt rather guilty relying on your own horse for protection, but if he wanted to you knew there wasn’t stopping him. Just retroactively planning things carefully so you and him could cross that finish line.

While you tried to keep your distance from these two, as much as they would allow they would take advantage of this to talk about your horse. This was literally the only reason for the past few weeks that you managed to get any kind of break. They knew for certain your furry friend knew this even if you didn’t consciously realize.

“The way their horse acts it’s interesting isn’t it?” Gyro said breaking a small silence the two of them.

Johnny’s blue eyes glanced over briefly “It’s not too hard to differentiate, horses do have emotions but I can tell there’s something more to him”

Gyro nodded along “How long have you been suspecting him being something more?”

The blond admitted he couldn’t shake a certain feeling from the very start of the race. Gyro’s eyes in turn widened a bit before resettling.

“Tch…so I’ve been getting dirt flung in my face on purpose by that cheeky prick for a little while now” The male smirked with a small gleam of his teeth.

Joestar himself sighed, he was frustrated by Bastille himself. He never really counted on being on the defensive against a horse of all things. Considering they were chasing corpse parts, this should hardly be any surprise to either of them. Johnny would never hesitate in taking a humans life to keep you to himself, Your horse complicated things for the race at least.

“Think it has a stand?” Gyro tossed another question out “If he wants to protect them that bad, I can’t rule that out as an impossibility”

“Wouldn’t be surprised, y/n loves that horse to death and of course they wouldn’t bother telling us about it”

“Damn, that’s true…” He clicked his tongue in annoyance, not for the potential fact your horse could’ve helped during certain face offs. Or the fact it was only focused on you and vice versa stung his heart. You’re cute trying to hide everything from him and Johnny though. As for Bastille, he wasn’t about to let a damn horse of all things keep him away from his darling.

The two of them decided to stitch together a timeline of sorts of your mighty steed’s actions. Johnny recalling a few times during the night he’d see your horse move it’s pitch closer when it could tell when he was staring at you during the night. Not to mention the close proximity of blocking his view of you by the morning. Or it pulling back when if felt your discomfort at him getting close to you while running.

Biggest thing Johnny had happen to him was almost having his head crushed in. He’d admit he was being nosy in attempting to get a hold of a diary you had, just to see if you were trying to write something to a potential significant other. Which he’d promptly burn without care if you had one if he had actually gotten a hold of it.

Gyro on the other hand had as he said dirt flung in his face various times. The intense flirtatious comments he’d make occasionally would sometimes occur. Almost getting knocked off balance if you tensed up enough. Or his belongings on Valkyrie getting strewn about, to distract the Italian from being in your presence. Or somehow slipping into a waterhole even though he knew for certain he had good balance and grip.

Johnny wouldn’t lie, he kinda chuckled at that last one at the time.

In literally any normal scenario anyone would take a hint. But Johnny and Gyro didn’t quite see it as protecting you. They were pouncing for more attention from you than they already greedily lapped up.

That evening when you all decided to pitch up camp for the night however would unknowingly unravel everything.

That evening you were the one to start the fire, the wood and kindling already gathered. You felt nervous that you weren’t able to catch another respite from these two. Keeping you right in their line of sight. Sighing you informed Gyro the fire was ready and he decided to start dinner with steadfastness. However he insisted you help him this time around.

“You know, that horse of yours sure does love you” Gyro abruptly brought up while tending to cutting up something with his knife.

“uh yeah I’d think so?” You do your best to shrug off the comment

“Something seems interesting about yours behavior wise” He responded cryptically.

“What’s your point?”

A smirk rises on his face, his green eyes cutting into your own.

“I’m just saying your horse seems to act on things with purpose”

You could feel your heartbeat race a bit faster than usual, this wasn’t the first time but this was a little different. A snort came from the distance, Bastille looking to your eyes clearly disgruntled. Shortly after you saw Gyro pointing towards him.

“There’s only so many times something could be an accident, and you know it don’t you?”

You swallowed nervously when Gyro projected his voice a bit louder. You knew who he was referring to, and when his eyes settled down back to yours you went cold.

“It’s not very nice keeping things from your lovers you know” Your eyes darted over to Johnny whose own stare was ice cold.

“Now, I’m a little more forgiving than Johnny is…Bastille would probably be dead by now if we weren’t searching for the corpse parts or were in a race” Something you absolutely took to be true when you saw the blond facing down an enemy.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw something pierce the ground, causing Bastille to move erratically in dodging. Quickly rising to your feet to attempt to assist him. But the sensation of a steel ball on your leg made you twist in a way you never felt before. Gyro quickly sought to catch you and hold you back into his vice grip.

“Bastille stop! Stop!” You shouted as he stomped his hooves aggressively, knowing he would try to attack Johnny. Gyro too if he hadn’t been so preoccupied. It pained you to say such a thing when you knew for certain they started this on purpose.

“You could give it up all right now and try to fight Johnny and I off, abandon the race completely” The Italian man stated with smugness.

“But I’ll make sure you’re unable to run in anyway I can” He hummed “I can hurt you just enough that I need help you like I do Johnny~, but not enough to disqualify you from the race”

You bit your lip as he squeezed his arms closer around your body.

“So what’ll be? Can’t wait to hear your answer”

[vodrae]

The batkids is like a band but with

Dick : Freddie Mercury (Queen) Larger than life, filled the room with his presence immediatly, queer icon.

Barbs : Jason Newsted(Metallica). On the periodic table. Beautiful soul that will destroy your ass. Also her guy and Dinah her gal are singing. Back vocals from hell.

Steph : Dave Mustaine (Metali...Megadeth) Beat up by life, decide to beat up life.

Jay : Peter Steele (Type O Negative) Tall, strong, handsome, with a velvet voice, romantic soul scarred by life. Bass.

Tim : Cliff Burton (Metallica ) Genius, dead too soon. He wrote Orion, what more can I say ? .

Damian : Mario Duplantier (Gojira) Badass ecologic that will play like there is tomorrow. Saw them live, still not recovered from his solos.

Cass : Steve Vai, can do everything she imagines, exuberant, rock star, quiet outside stage.

Duke : And Guthrie Govan (The Aristocrats) he is not a master, he is The Student. Can do everything. The eye of the storm, powerful, quiet, beautiful.

Yes there is 3 from Metallica here. Don't care. I love them your honor.

[eyes-of-rock]

Life On Tour

Part: I

Billy Sheehan x OC

Summary: Rio is a timid journalist who gets the assignment of a lifetime. Follow around David Lee Roth and the band on the Eat Em And Smile tour and document life on the road. Is Rio up to the challenge? Maybe with a bit of help from a certain blonde bassist, she might be.

I've never been more nervous in my life. I'm shaking. My heart is pounding. I've never been called to see the editor before. I've worked here for six months, and I've never been summoned to his office. What did I do wrong? I'm trying to think of any possible mistakes I've made. This is my dream job, and I've worked hard to keep it and impress everyone. I don't want to lose it. Maybe he doesn’t like my writing or needs to cut someone because of earnings. I hope that's not the case. Yet I can't help but worry when I've been summoned to the big office.

“Warren will see you now.” The receptionist tells me as I get up and follow her to the office, where she opens the door for me.

I walk into the grand office of the magazine. Warren is sitting behind his big wooden desk and looking at the picture of the editor—stacks of articles piled around him.

“Rio, lovely to see you.” He greets, “Have a seat, please.”

He gestures to two chairs in the corner of his office facing the desk. I take a seat in one of them. I’m still feeling beyond nervous. He's being pleasant, but that doesn't mean anything. The sad thing is, even if he does fire me, I know I won't fight for myself. I've never been the type to rock the boat. I'm timid. I always have been.

“I’ve called you up here because I have an assignment for you.” He tells me. That's not what I expected, but it's a welcome surprise. I get to keep my job today.

Now, a whole new set of worries is plaguing me. Assignment? What could he possibly mean by that? This is a metal magazine we cover metal and rock acts. It's not like we do serious journalism here. My forte is reviews of live concerts. I'm too shy to interview any rock stars, even if that's my dream. Am I even good enough for whatever this is?

“Okay, what is it?”

“Well, we want to do a piece on life on the road. We need a journalist to spend the course of the American leg of the David Lee Roth tour with the band documenting it.” Warren tells me.

Does this mean he wants me to be a journalist? Why, though? Out of all the writers, I'm the least likely candidate. I'm the only one with no experience interviewing or interacting with rock stars. I'm also known for being quiet, timid and to myself.

“I’m honoured, but why me?”

“Roth agreed to under one condition, the journalist be a woman,” Warren admits, and this makes a lot more sense now.

I'm the only journalist at this magazine who's a woman. The rest are male. So I'm his only choice. I figured it had to be something along those lines. I'm ill-fitted for this, especially when it's David Lee Roth. One of the biggest names in the genre. He recently left Van Halen, and his album and tour are a big deal. I've listened to it, and it's perfect. This is something that's a huge deal and would sell a lot of magazines. I'm not sure I'm up to the challenge. Yet I don't want to be the reason we lose this chance. That's a surefire way to get fired. I'm so nervous I'm shaking.

“Okay, I'll do it.” I manage to choke out, trying to hide my nervousness, even though every part of me screams this is a bad idea. I must push that fear aside and remember this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. So many people would kill for this chance. You can do this, Rio, or I sure hope so.

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I take a deep breath as the tour manager leads me to the tour bus of David Lee Roth and his band—Billy Sheehan on bass, Steve Vai on guitar and Gregg Bissonette on drums. I remind myself so I don't look like a nervous idiot and mess it up. I know who is who. For one, I am a fan of this kind of music, and I also study some photos of the band so I know for sure.

“This is the journalist who will accompany us on this tour.” The Tour manager tells the band, all sitting at the front of the tour bus.

Dave lowers the sunglasses he's wearing down his nose to get a better look at me. That action makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. I'm not used to being examined. I'm used to being invisible, and that's how I prefer it.

“She’s not who I expected when I asked for a female journalist,” Dave comments to the tour manager, sliding the glasses back up.

I look down at myself. I guess I wouldn't be. I'm sure he was picturing some long-legged vixen of a woman, and he gets me. I'd be disappointed, too. I'm not one of those girls. I'm not filled with confidence and sensuality. I don't belong here at all. I'm only here because there were no other options.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Dave asks me, making me make eye contact with the man who insulted me. I'm not offended he has every right. Most people have the same reaction to me. I'm used to it.

“Rio,” I tell him. I waited for him to comment on how Rio sounds like an exotic dancer's name or doesn't match me. I've heard that my whole life. I hate that my parents named me that.

“Have you ever heard of a short skirt Rio?” Dave asks me.

“Yes,” I reply.

“Well, maybe think of wearing one.” Dave suggests, “This is a rock band, not an office.”

“Sorry,” I say, unable to look up; I feel so embarrassed. I thought dressing professionally in a blouse, blazer, pencil shirt, pantyhose, and black stilettos was the right move. I forgot this is a rock band and rockers like sexy women. I don't even own any clothes like that. Most of what I brought were ripped jeans, band t-shirts, leather jackets, boots and sneakers. That's my typical style. What am I going to do now?

I make my way to the only free seat. It's in the corner, out of the way of everyone else, where I should be. I sit down, looking down at the notebook I brought to make notes. After all, this is a diary of life on the road with the band. I wanted to be as detailed as possible. I’m holding back tears. I can't cry and make it even worse for myself. Of course, I'd make a wrong first impression and mess it all up. I should have said no.

“Are you okay?” I hear someone ask from beside me; I look up to see who it is.

It's Billy Sheehan, the bass player in Dave’s band. He has a genuine look in his blue eyes. He's not just asking to be polite. He's genuinely caring. Which, oddly, is comforting. It means maybe not everyone here hates me already.

“I’m fine.” I lie, forcing a smile. He doesn't have to know how much I feel I don't belong here. How I already feel so alone. More alone than usual.

“I'm sorry about Dave.” He apologizes, “He had an idea in his head. He's used to those being made into reality.”

“It's okay. I never live up to expectations.” I tell him, feeling sad at that statement. I wish I did, but I never do.

“No one ever does,” Billy says, “Oh, I'm Billy by the way.”

“I know.” I smile at him genuinely,

“I’m Steve.” Steve Vai waves over at me, “And this is Gregg.”

Steve points over to Gregg Bissonette who's sitting next to him.

“Hi.” Gregg says, giving me a little wave.

“Nice to meet you guys,” I tell them.

“Do you play cards?” Steve asks me.

“Yes,” I tell him, not sure where this is going.

“Do you like beer?” Steve continues to ask me.

“Sure,” I tell him, I'm not much of a drinker, but when I do drink it's usually a beer.

“Great!” Steve says enthusiastically, “Come over and join us.”

“Okay,” I say, sliding in next to Billy and across from Steve. Steve and Billy are tall guys, so next to them, I'm sure I look like a little mouse.

I suddenly feel a lot better though. Yes, it's been a rough start with Dave, but at least everyone else is nice. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

[emilieautumnarchives]

My iPod FOR SALE!!

Posted: September 11, 2007 Archived from BonnyTymePyrate’s Journal Archives

eBay. It’s bourgeois. It’s a rip-off. It’s garishly designed It’s the temporary home of my iPod!!!!!

You read correctly! With the advent of the iPhone, I will no longer require the services of my trusty iPod a.k.a. Mr. Brigglesby to sustain me on those all-day-all-night road trips from country to country to country and back again. He’s seen some great times though…pit-stops in Vienna…cathedrals in Cologne…sleeping in Scotland (he steals the covers). He knows my ins-and-outs, he’s great at shuffling, and he knows exactly what song to play to put me right back into a bad mood when I’m starting to feel just a little too happy.

And now, he can do it for YOU!

Proceeds from the sale of my iPod will go towards crack and prostitutes, and believe me, between me and the Crumpets, we go through a lot of both. Anyway! Whatever is left after the crack and hos will go towards the purchase of fancy new fabrics for our stage costumes for the upcoming Winter Asylum Tour, crafted for your viewing pleasure! And, oh, won’t you feel special knowing you helped to make them…

BID on Mr. Brigglesby HERE:

Here are the specs, bitches: Bloody Massive, SIGNED by MEEEE, 20 Gig Pod, Updated Software Black & White Light-Up Screen (no color, no video) Can be used as a hard drive No health issues, works like it did the day it was born The usual scratches in the metal backing, no dents, just normal cosmetic wear that tells you it’s been looooved… Any other questions, please ask via the eBay site, because even though eBay eSucks, you’ll get your question answered faster than you will here, where you most certainly won’t get a response in time because I am working sleeplessly and living in a cave. Includes: 1. USB cable (powers directly from your computer) 2. A personal note of introduction from Mr. Brigglesby to you 3. What about earbuds? FUCK no, it doesn’t come with my earbuds/phones/whatevers, because that would be disgusting and unsanitary, and you don’t want my ear-germs anyway, because even though I think I’m clean, I’ve never been tested, so let’s just not chance it, ok? EXTRAS: Here’s the fun part!! 1. GIGS of music already loaded (delete it if you hate metal) including: MY COMPLETE RECORDED CATALOG (Opheliac Double Disc, Liar/Dead EP, Laced/Unlaced, Enchant Rerelease, A Bit O’ This And That, Saw 3 Soundtrack), Angelspit, ASP, The Beatles, Bjork, Blutengel, The Chamber, Children Of Bodom, Cinema Strange, David Bowie, Dimmu Borgir, Dope Stars Inc., Dragonforce, Dreamtheatre, Einsturzende Neubauten, Finntroll, Flaming Lips, Gackt, Batman Begins Soundtrack, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Soundtrack, Jeff Buckley, The Killers, MaIice Mizer, Ministry, Moi dix Mois, Monty Python, Peter Murphy, Morrissey, The Smiths, Prodigy, Psyclon Nine, Queen, Rammstein, Schwarz Stein, Sex Pistols, The Shins, Sigur R�s, Steve Vai, Telepopmusik, Van Halen, Velvet Acid Christ, X Japan, and of course, Yngwie Malmsteen…AND MORE!!! *** MAKE MR. BRIGGLESBY YOUR BITCH TODAY! *** Final Note: I bought myself flowers today as a reward for never having bought myself flowers before. I was very grateful. Perhaps now I should go out drinking, come home late, and make myself sleep on the couch. Love & Bloody Crumpets from the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, EA

[kaddyssammlung]

Something about perfect pitch

and why I don't hope that Vessel has it...

@sleepanonymous

Since you brought it up twice I tagged you maybe this is interesting for you?!

Perfect pitch makes me think of Adam Neely (my jazzy music nerd) and also Eddie from TwoSetViolin.

Adam made this video “why you don't want perfect pitch”.He explains the downsides of perfect pitch. I had no idea there were any but there are.

Relative pitch is actually more useful for musicians and more common. I am developing this also just by playing guitar and without even trying and despite my age. I mean I started playing when I was 29. But the progress that I made is amazing. All of that without even trying.

I'm sure that Vessel is a lot better. It's like anything: whenever you do something a lot you become really good at it.

The worst downside of perfect pitch?

You can lose it. You are actually likely to lose it once you reached a certain age and then it can be quite shattering. So that is why I'm hoping that Vessel does not have it. You can't miss something that you never had.

This video is really good actually. It's 15 minutes long for anyone who is interessted.

This is kind of interessting also.

Brett tries to "train" perfect pitch and Eddy (the one with actual perfect pitch) is kind of suffering.

I also need to put "The Dooo" in here.

He listens to something once and just plays it. Damn impressive . And he also does not have perfect pitch only relative pitch. But he is used to doing what he does.

I can imagine that Vessel has the same skills like the Dooo?! But really I don't know

And also that guitar. It's the Steve Vai Pia. I love it. I'm not a total nerd btw. Only like 80% or something like that.

[megolololo]

transformers: division (ost)

opening:

ending:

character themes:

starscream:

represents his hypocrisy as a political figure as well as his hyper-awareness of his unrealistic goals

shockwave:

two voices symbolize two people — two narrators — he is both in tune and profoundly distant to his identity

soundwave:

contrasts his unbounded empathy for others to when he is both unable and unwilling to do anything

tarn:

it’s sensually and lucidly off putting ; he is under and influence and is being influenced

why are all the theme songs love songs?

allegory: they’re yearning for a more peaceful world, albeit a foreign one as most decepticons do not yearn for love specifically

contrast and irony: there’s nothing more different to the brutality of war than the beauty of love, even platonic ones

atmospheric purposes: they just sound nice and fits the tone of the some of the scenes i envisioned BAHAHHAKSJS—

japanese version: (vibes only)

opening:

ending:

character themes:

starscream:

tarn:

let me know if you guys want an entire “ost” playlist! 👀

[termagax]

music recs moment *rubs my hands together like an evil fly* i havent listened to him in forever so idk the overall quality at work here but ive been thinking about the blood and tears by steve vai recently. i also recommend video bargainville by moxy fruvous (i generally recommend the whole album but im trying to restrain myself) and just to cash my album card in i also recommend in visible silence by the art of noise. preferably the deluxe edition

the blood and tears: | ok i really like this | the vocal style is nice and the instrumentals sounds sooo good

video bargainville: | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | this is really cool! very reminiscent of CAKE (/positive i love cake)

the art of noise: gave the first two tracks a listen and i do really quite enjoy this! super cool sound super cool energy, i'll sit and listen to the whole album sometime!

[fuckyeahvanhalen86-95]

Every artist has a few songs they refuse to touch. Despite earning significant revenue from performing these songs for years with their bands, there comes a point where they never want to hear them again. Sammy Hagar, renowned for his classics both solo and with Van Halen, struggled with one particular song from the David Lee Roth era for years.

Then again, Hagar had the unenviable task of taking over for a glorified cartoon character on Van Halen’s stage. Whenever a frontman compares themselves to Roth, it’s easy to come off as doing a parody of what he did naturally, owning the stage and holding court like he was the emcee of one of the greatest parties in the world.

Once the band started to go in different directions following the release of 1984, Roth didn’t want to have to get into Eddie’s demands anymore. Not liking the synthesised elements of the band’s work, Roth felt that the best way to work was without Eddie breathing down his neck, moving on to a solo career and getting another guitar superstar by his side with fretboard master Steve Vai.

While any band would have been lost in the woods without a guy like Roth, Hagar fit like a glove after having a few jam sessions. Since Eddie was already looking to try out new sounds with his keyboards, Hagar’s searing high voice actually lent itself fairly well to the band’s new sound, creating songs that would become anthems for Van Halen Mk. II like ‘Dreams’ and ‘Love Walks In’.

At the same time, no new singer gets out of playing the songs of those that preceded them. When working on their first major live shows with Hagar, the ‘Red Rocker’ had to deliver Roth’s songs with his own brand of swagger, putting his own spin without mimicking Roth.

Despite Hagar having a far more refined range compared to Roth, he admitted that ‘Jump’ always gave him trouble. Since Roth was always known for his signature talkative demeanour, the track is a deceptively hard song to sing, especially getting into the verses where he borderline stops singing just to mug for the listener.

After sticking around for the same amount of time as Roth, Hagar admitted that ‘Jump’ would follow him around, telling Steve-O, “People meet me [and go] ‘Oh, you’re the singer of Van Halen,’ and for somebody don’t know sh*t, and they think I sing f*cking ‘Jump,’ and I’m going, ‘Damn!’ That thing haunts me”.

For all of the misconceptions that Hagar gets about his status in the Van Halen camp, though, he has still carved out his own niche in rock history, like winning the hearts of millions of Power Rangers fans when ‘Dreams’ was used in the feature film of the action TV show. Roth may get the praise for starting Van Halen on their course, but if it weren’t for Hagar, even songs like ‘Jump’ would have been known as the epitaph of the band rather than the start of a new era.