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howaminotinthestrokesyet · 3 years ago

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Behind The Album: In Utero

The third and final studio album from Nirvana was released in September 1993 via DGC records. The band wanted to make a clear departure from how their second album sounded. They felt that their huge hit album, Nevermind, was too polished as a record. The producer of that second LP, Butch Vig, would later note that Kurt Cobain needed to “reclaim his punk ethics or cred.” For his part Cobain would tell Rolling Stone in early 1992 that the record would have elements to it much more raw then found on the second album. However, he did emphasize the fact that the pop sound would not disappear entirely. He had hoped to start working on it l in the middle of 1992, but distance between band members getting together was an issue as they all lived in different cities. Another issue came in the fact that Courtney Love was expecting their first child. DGC was hoping to release a new record by Christmas of the year, but instead they were forced to go with the compilation album of all the early material from Sub Pop, Incesticide. For In Utero, Cobain showed interest in working with former producer of Bleach, Jack Endino and Steve Albini. They brought in Endino to work on a few instrumentals for the record that were eventually re-recorded, and he was never asked to produce in any capacity. The group went back and forth debating whether to hire Albini or not. In January 1993, the group recorded another set of demos while on tour in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. This would later become the track, “Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip,” which originally had the working title of I’ll Take You Down to the Pavement. The latter represented a direct reference to an argument between Cobain and Guns N’ Roses frontman Axl Rose at the 1992 MTV Video Music Awards. The band finally decided to go with Albini as a producer despite his reputation of strict discipline within the studio and remaining one of the most opinionated producers out there. He was said to have referred to Nirvana as “REM with a fuzz box, unremarkable Seattle sound.” He would later say that his decision to work with the band came out of sympathy, feeling smaller groups like Nirvana were at the mercy of the record label. This particular statement should be taken with a grain of salt as Nirvana had just released the biggest record since Appetite for Destruction. Cobain had been a fan of the producer based on his work with the Pixies and the Breeders.

Producer Albini wanted to complete recording within a strict two week timeframe. Nirvana paid for the recording sessions themselves on Albini’s suggestion to avoid interference from the record label. The band paid him $24,000 for his services, while he refused any royalties whatsoever, which would have amounted to $500,000. He would continually say that royalties were immoral and a complete insult to the artist. They recorded at Pachyderm Studios in Cannon Falls, Minnesota in February 1993. Krist Novoselic would compare the environment to a gulag. “There was snow outside, we couldn't go anywhere. We just worked." Nirvana during this time emphasized to the record company that they wanted absolutely no interference from them, which meant they did not share anything from these sessions with their A & R representative. For his part, Steve Albini followed suit by only speaking with members of the band. He characterized anyone associated with the group as “pieces of shit.” After a short delay, the band's equipment finally arrived, so the actual recording of the album went very quickly. Each track began with the group playing together as one doing the instrumental aspect of it. For some tracks, Dave Grohl did the drums in the kitchen due to the natural acoustics sounding better. Albini had also surrounded his drums with 30 microphones for each track. They did not remove any take from the album, but instead kept them all. Cobain even added more guitar parts at the end of each day before doing the vocals. Although Albini had a reputation for being opinionated, he let Nirvana decide what to keep. “Generally speaking, [Cobain] knows what he thinks is acceptable and what isn't acceptable [...] He can make concrete steps to improve things that he doesn't think are acceptable." They did all of their musical work in six days, while Cobain said that it was the easiest recording he had ever done. Albini proceeded to mix the album in five days, which actually was slow by his standards because he usually only spent 1 to 2 days on it.

After completion, the band began to send the unmastered tapes to various people including the president of the DGC records. They absolutely hated it saying the songwriting was mediocre, the entire album was unlistenable, and radio would never except Albini’s production. Cobain took the comments personally to mean that the label wanted him to start from scratch and record again with a new producer. He would say, “I should just re-record this record and do the same thing we did last year because we sold out last year—there's no reason to try and redeem ourselves as artists at this point. I can't help myself—I'm just putting out a record I would like to listen to at home." Yet, the group remained dead set on releasing this version of the record as late as April 1993. They had played it for a number of their friends, who had liked it. The singer said, “Of course, they want another Nevermind, but I'd rather die than do that. This is exactly the kind of record I would buy as a fan, that I would enjoy owning." Around this time, some doubts crept up with all members of Nirvana because the mix of In Utero did not sound right. They asked Albini to possibly remix the record, and he flat out refused. “[Cobain] wanted to make a record that he could slam down on the table and say, 'Listen, I know this is good, and I know your concerns about it are meaningless, so go with it.' And I don't think he felt he had that yet ... My problem was that I feared a slippery slope." They took the record to Bob Ludwig for mastering, while at the same time mentioned their issues with the mix to him. Upon completion, Krist Novoselic said he was happy with the result, but Cobain still felt it was not perfect. At this time, Steve Albini gave an interview with the Chicago Tribune, where he doubted whether the record would ever be released. Newsweek would run another article that echoed the comments made by Albini. This caused Nirvana to write a full page letter to the magazine denying the label was putting any undue pressure on them. The same letter would be reproduced as a full page ad in Billboard not long after. The head of Geffen Records, who owned DGC made the unprecedented move of actually calling Newsweek to complain. The band thought about having Andy Wallace remix the release, but once again Albini refused saying they had only agreed to work with him. At the time, the producer also would release any of the tapes that were now in his possession. He only did so after a phone call from Krist Novoselic. The entire album for the most part was not changed at all, except for a remastering. Yet, the producer continually made comments that it was nowhere near the album he recorded in Minnesota. “The record in the stores doesn't sound all that much like the record that was made, though it's still them singing and playing their songs, and the musical quality of it still comes across." He would go on to say that major labels refused to work with him for the next year or so because of In Utero.

As for the music, the producer wanted to go as far away as possible from Nevermind with this record. He felt that the second album made the group look incredibly bad because it had been overproduced at such a level to make it extremely radio friendly. He wanted to create a much more natural sound for the group. The 1993 Nirvana biography, Come As You Are, noted the vision for the band on this record. “The Beatlesque 'Dumb' happily coexists beside the all-out frenzied punk graffiti of 'Milk It,' while 'All Apologies' is worlds away from the apoplectic 'Scentless Apprentice.' It's as if [Cobain] has given up trying to meld his punk and pop instincts into one harmonious whole. Forget it. This is war." If one goes through the track listing, you can count which tracks are over the top punk, and which tracks are more radio friendly pop. The interesting thing is that they correspond equally, 6 to 6. Fans and critics alike would talk about how abrasive In Utero turned out to be, but Cobain and Novoselic really did not see it that way. The bass player had said the band had always had songs as they are found on In Utero. Yet, the group did consciously try to bring fans into the more punk sounding songs by releasing the first two singles that could have realistically been included on Nevermind. Some of the songs found on the record had been written years prior as early as 1990. Cobain used various points of inspiration for the lyrics. The track “Frances Farmer” came from a 1978 biography of the Seattle figure called Shadowland. “Scentless Apprentice” originated from a horror novel that the singer had read by Patrick Suskind. One of the central themes found on the album noted in that same Nirvana biography from 1993 was the fact that every song talked about sickness or disease in some manner. Although Cobain said the lyrics were very impersonal to him, many disagreed with this assessment. Dave Grohl would say this in an interview. “A lot of what he has to say is related to a lot of the shit he's gone through. And it's not so much teen angst anymore. It's a whole different ball game: rock star angst." The singer continued to argue that much of the album had been written years prior to any issues he was going through at the time. For example, “Rape Me” quite possibly could be talking about his frustration with the media in how he has been portrayed over the past couple of years. The track “Serve the Servants” seemed to specifically talk about Cobain’s father and how divorce affected him from a very early age. The Nirvana frontman wanted his father to know that he did not despise him, but he also had no desire to be around him whatsoever. One track, “Gallons of Alcohol Flow Through the Strip,” was actually one of the only improvisational tracks they ever recorded. The song represented a jam session that the group would frequently participate in in during down times at the studio. They had done this quite often, but this would be the first time that it was ever recorded in some form.

Upon its release, the record label took a very low key approach to promoting the album. None of the singles would come out commercially in the United States, as they concentrated all of their press releases at media specializing in alternative music. The band remained convinced that there was absolutely no way that In Utero would sell even a quarter of what Nevermind sold. The record would debut at number one on the charts selling 180,000 copies in its first week. They sold this many copies without big retail chains like Kmart and Walmart selling it because officially the demand was not there. The truth was actually these chains feared backlash due to the graphic nature of the artwork accompanying the album. In March 1994, an edited version of the album would be released with new artwork and alternative song titles. The band made this concession saying they wanted fans who could not go to a traditional record store to be able to purchase the LP. Following the death of Cobain. the third single “Pennyroyal Tea” was canceled, as well as any tour plans. Immediately following his death, the popularity of In Utero on the charts increased by 122% from 72 to 27. The album would eventually be certified five times platinum.

Critics were not unanimous in the praise of In Utero. For the most part, rock writers really liked the new sound from Nirvana. Time’s Christopher John Farley noted that once again perhaps the mainstream may need to go to Nirvana, rather than the other way around. David Browne of Entertainment Weekly emphasized the absolute contrasts on the release. “The music is often mesmerizing, cathartic rock & roll, but it is rock & roll without release, because the band is suspicious of the old-school rock clichés such a release would evoke." David Fricke of Rolling Stone would say that the record was both “brilliant and corrosive,” but undoubtedly a “triumph of the will” for Kurt Cobain. NME’s John Mulvey did not share the same sentiment as he observed the album really was not up to par with previous Nirvana standards. The review from Plugged In did not mince words saying it had absolutely no redeeming value whatsoever. Some reviews became quite bittersweet as you are reminded of Cobain’s suicide. Q said this about the record. "If this is how Cobain is going to develop, the future is lighthouse-bright." Ben Thompson of the Independent merely seemed happy that the record did not represent the punk rock nightmare the group had continually threatened to release. In Utero would go on to top several end of the year lists as one of the best albums including Rolling Stone, Village Voice, and the New York Times. The band would even receive a Grammy nomination in 1994 for Best Alternative Album. As time has passed, critics have lavished even more phrase on it seeing their work with Albini as far superior to Nevermind. Charles R. Cross would write in his Cobain biography, “If it is possible for an album that sold four million copies to be overlooked, or underappreciated, then In Utero is that lost pearl." Pitchfork named it the 13th best album of the 1990s, while it even made Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 Greatest Albums of All Time. NME named it number 35 on its greatest albums of all time list creating quite a sense of irony since the periodical did not think too much of the album at the time of its release.

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 5 years ago

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A Little Sweetness Keeps Just out of Reach - Patrick Stump x Reader

Summary: Fall Out Boy is on tour, and together with the other band members you decide to celebrate Patrick’s birthday by singing one of his songs for him

Warnings: the scenario is a bit over the top, but I’ve had this stuck in my head since forever, so I decided to write it.

Word count: 2 452

A/N: Happy Birthday to the cute as a button guy in the middle, Patrick Stump!

“Where is he?”

“Marc’s distracting him,” Andy told you, hurrying over, and you nodded towards the other two musicians.

“Ready?”

“Let’s give him a heart attack,” Pete agreed laughing, and Joe nodded too, before you walked back out on the stage together, after a quick break.

You had lost count on how many tours you had shared the stage with the four men of Fall Out Boy, definitely longer than ten years. You were their pianist, usually standing by your keyboard somewhere behind Pete, next to Andy. After all these years most fans had started referring to you as the fifth member of the band, which was not really true, since you were not officially in the band, or writing music with them, but being their touring pianist was enough for you. And tonight would be the first, and hopefully last, time you would stand towards the centre of the stage.

“Okay,” you mumbled more to yourself, as you walked up to the mic stand Patrick was usually using. Your keyboard had been pushed over in preparation of what was about to come.

The crowd in front of the stage was applauding and screaming, some even shouted your name, but you had no time for pleasantries. You turned to see if Andy had taken his seat at the drums, and took Patrick’s mic.

“Okay, hi, it’s me for a change,” you quickly introduced yourself, nervous even though you had played this in your head over and over for the past days. “Today’s Patrick’s birthday, as you all hopefully know-“

The crowd interrupted into cheers once more, but you ignored them; no time.

“He wrote a pretty great song a few years back, which we’d like to play as his birthday present-“

“He’s gonna hate us, but we don’t care,” added Pete, making everyone laugh.

“It’s called Spotlight, Oh Nostalgia, and I hope you all know the text, otherwise: mobiles out, google spotlight oh nostalgia lyrics, and sing along,” you encouraged, while Andy had started drumming.

Patrick probably had noticed that the rest of his band, including you, had left him backstage by now, and you needed to get the song started before he had the chance to shut you up.

Waiting for the right beat, you started playing as well, joining Andy. Expectantly you looked over to Joe, who was checking with you before he turned to his mic, holding his guitar ready to play, and started to sing the first verse.

You took a step back from your own, or rather Patrick’s mic, and joined in as backing vocals in the second line.

It had been your idea, to play something for Patrick’s birthday, and you still vividly remembered how excited he had been about this particular song, back when he had published it, so when nobody had had any ideas on what to play, you had simply decided on this one. Patrick had been down lately, and you did not know why. He shut himself of, and became almost as shy as before the band had taken a break. Over the last two years he had gone from the fedora wearing, adorable dork back to the caps and shirts and few additional pounds, the same way you had gotten to know him. But his self-esteem had always been way better. Yet these past weeks… so you had decided to beat him with his own weapon, his own song.

After the second line you took over from Joe, now singing lead vocals. In the beginning you had thought Joe would do all the lead singing until someone eventually would push Patrick out on stage to take over, but Joe, Andy and Pete had all agreed that you should get to do most of the singing, which for the very first time put you in the vulnerable position on the front centre of the stage.

When you entered the pre-chorus, you made sure to sing not too loudly, so Joe’s backing vocals would be good to hear, and in the chorus, you turned to Pete who had joined you by your keyboard, smiling at him, before you turned towards the entrance of the stage, only to see Patrick that was already standing at the sides. He was smiling brightly, his face flushed a deep red, his hands buried in his pockets, reminding you of the shy boy you had fallen in love with all these years back. Only that nobody knew about this.

When you started singing the second verse, he eventually stepped out on the stage, still grinning and blushing, his shoulders pulled up. The crowd erupted in cheers, momentarily drowning out the text you were singing, but you barely noticed while you were playing the keyboard, singing, and watching Patrick walk towards you.

You finished the second line just in time with Patrick reaching you, and making way for him, you stepped slightly to the side so he could take the microphone, but instead of pulling it out of the stand and walking around, he kept it stationary, and continued singing.

You loved his singing voice, just as you loved his speaking voice. It had been literally years since you had heard him sing this song, and you could not help the huge grin on your face as you watched him pour his soul into the song.

At the line “I just hope my perfect stranger that my kids look more like yours” he turned his head to smile at you, as if there was some kind of code in the lines, but you were too occupied by admiring the way he seemed so perfectly happy all of a sudden, that you did not find the nerve to give it another thought, and directly after, you and Joe had to concentrate on singing the backing vocals again anyway. Patrick reached for the microphone and turned it so it pointed more towards you, and only laughed when you shook your head.

In time for the second chorus the gigantic screen behind you awoke to life, and you knew it was displaying the lyrics in form of the small video you had cut together last night, including the changed lyrics for the bridge.

The bridge had always been your favourite part of the song, together with the last chorus. So you could not help but feel a little disappointed when Patrick eventually grabbed the microphone and strode over to Joe, while singing the first line.

Joe, knowing about the change in lyrics, and now with Andy the only back up singer, shot you a quick grin. After Patrick’s first line, the backing vocals originally were “Shine the light on me, shine the light on me” but you had changed them to “Shine the light on him” which worked just as nicely. The audience got the hint from the lyrics displayed behind the band’s backs. And as if that had not been enough, the light engineers had managed to turn down the light on the stage slightly, so a spotlight that now turned on would be able to follow Patrick around.

You were not sure if he even noticed the change, he did what he did best: sing his soul out. By the time he had finished the second line, he had wandered from Joe, past Andy to Pete, throwing his arm over the playing bassist’s shoulder, who quickly leant his head against Patrick, a rarely shared moment of affection on stage, at least rare these days.

When he started singing the third line, he was already on his way back to you.

“A little sweetness keeps just out of reach,” he sung, stopping a few feet away from you.

That was probably the only line in the song that you always gave a bitter thought to. Yes, indeed, he was always just out of reach.

But while singing the words, he extended his arm towards you, as if reaching for you. You only noticed in the last moment, and before you had even time to react, he had already jumped back to your side, almost shoving the microphone into your face for you to sing the backing vocals and the next line together with him.

And at your side he stayed. You were still playing piano, singing the backing vocals, or rather the normal chorus, while Patrick went wild with the melody and rhythm, the exact same way you remembered him doing it on stage when he had been touring in promotion of soul punk.

And before you even knew it, the song was over, and your finger ghosted over the keys, playing the short, fading outro. Patrick, not caring that technically you were still playing, having his arm still wrapped around your shoulders, turned his head and pressed his nose into your hair. You thought he had whispered something like Thank you, but you were not sure, so you just smiled and tried to ignore the stinging sensation in your chest. He was so close and yet just out of reach, as always.

When the last note had faded, Patrick lifted the microphone back to his lips, and turned away from you to face his band mates.

“You guys do know that I hate all of -”

Unlike you he had not seen the knowing glances Andy and Pete had exchanged, and skipping Pete’s usual intro to the song, they launched into Stay Frosty without letting him finish, the drums and bass perfectly drowning out Patrick’s complaint that was about to follow.

Rolling his eyes, but grinning brightly, he walked to the side of the stage where he got handed his guitar, and you quickly wheeled your keyboard back into the corner of the stage where your own microphone was standing.

The rest of the show passed by in a haze. Foggily you remembered how changed Patrick’s energy was after that little performance for him, how much of the time, which he had to walk around, he spent by walking over to you, smile at you. It was as if there were only the two of you on stage, and while you felt flattered, you still did not know what to make of it.

The last note of Saturday was still vibrating through the hall when you stepped backstage, your body buzzing with adrenaline and endorphins as every night after a show. Music had always been like your own little drug, and even on bad days, feeling the floor vibrate from the sound, feeling the bass and the drums in your stomach and chest; it always drove out every other thought. So it was normal that only once a performance was over the things you usually would have thought about during the show came rushing over you. For a moment it almost knocked the breath out of you when you remembered Patrick’s side hug at the end of Spotlight, and your heart jumped a little when you thought about how much he had been in contact with you after that song.

“Okay guys,” Patrick’s voice tore you out of your thoughts, and you turned to look into your friends’ faces; all of them sweaty, tired, but happy. “Now which idiot had the brilliant idea to play Spotlight. Pete?”

He sounded amused, but also a little upset about the embarrassement you had doubtlessly made him experience, even though there was no reason to.

“Why does everybody always think it’s me,” Pete complained, lifting his hands up in defence, “Why don’t you ask (y/n) over there?”

Raising his eyebrows, Patrick turned to you.

Smiling smugly you shrugged.

“It was great, wasn’t it?”

Patrick bit his lip, the smile on his face slowly disappearing, and he made a few steps until he stood right in front of you. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking; whether he was mad, amused, happy…

“Why Spotlight,” he asked, “out of all the songs in the world, why one of mine?”

“’Cause it’s one of yours,” you replied instantly, “And these past few weeks it seemed like you lost faith in yourself a little, so I thought it would be a good way to remind you that even if you doubt yourself, you deserve all the love and attention you’re getting.”

To your concern you noticed the other three men turning to leave, as if they all simultaneously had decided that you two had to solve this on your own. Suddenly, being alone with Patrick, whose emotions were still a mystery to you, made you nervous, more than the usual kind of nervousness you got when you were around him.

“Do I have your attention?”

Confused you furrowed your brows.

“Of course,” you replied, “I mean… we’re talking, of course I’m listening.”

Patrick shook his head no, and you could see tension building in his muscles, the same tension the nervousness caused in you. You had known Patrick long enough, you knew how his posture changed when he was nervous.

“Did you hear what I told you on stage,” he asked, taking a step forward, right into your personal space. The tips of his shoes were almost bumping against yours, so close was he.

“Not really,” you admitted, “Thank you, I assume.”

The pained chuckle that escaped Patrick made your chest pull together painfully, but not for too long. Because a second later he had swiftly taken your face in both of his hands and pressed his lips to yours. While your mind took it’s sweet time to comprehend what was happening, your body reacted instantly. Without a moment’s hesitation you placed your one hand on his chest, wrapping your fingers into the sweaty, soft fabric of his black t-shirt, while your other hand reached around his neck to hold him close. It took only a few seconds for Patrick to wrap his arms around you, pressing you against his body, while his lips were moving urgently against yours, as if he had been drowning and you were the oxygen he needed so badly. The kiss knocked all the breath out of your lungs, and you were glad Patrick held onto you even after he had pulled away from your lips, trying to catch a breath. All of a sudden you felt very unstable on your feet, so you leant into Patrick’s chest for support. You could practically hear his smile, as he nuzzled his nose into the hair above your ear.

“I didn’t say thank you. I said I love you.”

You smiled back, and pulled away slightly, so you’d be able to look at him.

“Guess what,” you asked with a small grin, before you kissed him again.

Maybe he had never been quiet as far out of your reach as you had assumed.

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 5 years ago

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Psycho Analysis: Yzma

I feel like there’s no sense in introducing this one. You know her. I’ve seen all the gif sets, the quotes, the images, the memes… it’s safe to say most every person on the internet is intimately acquainted with The Emperor’s New Groove’s geriatric villainess, Yzma. So, let’s just cut to the chase and talk about why Yzma is a fantastic villain, shall we?

Motivation/Goals: Yzma��s goal is pretty simple and yet also infinitely understandable. She wants to take over the kingdom from Kuzco because, after years of being treated like garbage by the snotty little emperor she likely helped raise, he’s just firing her because she’s old and ugly. Like, it is TRUE, but it’s still incredibly tacky and rude. It’s not hard to empathize with her at least a little bit as she goes to poison the snotty, miserable emperor, though it really does become harder to side with her as the movie goes on and she continues to berate her poor manservant Kronk.

Performance: The legendary Eartha Kitt of Adam West’s Batman and My Life as a Teenage Robot fame gave Yzma exactly the voice she needed to instantly ingrain herself in your memory forever. Kitt was absolutely not afraid to ham it up, and combined with the character design and animation, it makes Yzma a delightfully over-the-top figure that is easy to love to hate. Even better, she has insanely good chemistry with Patrick Warburton as Kronk, and the two play off each other extremely well, leading to Yzma being part of a good 95% of the movie’s funniest scenes. It helps that, while she is definitely very funny, she is more often the straight man reacting to the insanity her compatriot brings to the table, a dark mirror to Kuzco and Pacha’s relationship… well, comparatively dark. These two are a couple of goobers after all. What I think really helps is that, despite being the straight man in a general sense, Yzma is still probably one of the most insane villains in Disney’s filmography, as in literally unhinged, so she is as able to generate laughs as anyone else.

Final Fate: Yzma’s attempts to kill Kuzco backfire spectacularly, and instead of succeeding in any way, shape, or form, she ends up turning herself into a cute little kitty. It’s a marked improvement, honestly. How she changed back to normal for the TV series, who can say? By all accounts it doesn’t make sense. Just don’t think too hard about it, it’s a comedy after all.

Best Scene: Considering how the entire climax of the film is an absolute cavalcade of comedy, we could go with that. Or we could go with her attempts to poison Kuzco at dinner. Or we could go with her interactions with Pacha’s family. The “problem” with Yzma that every scene with her is so great that it’s hard to single out any single one moment as outstanding, because all of them are pretty much on the same level. She’s remarkably consistent with how great she is.

Best Quote: It’s really hard for me to pick just one line (which is something I tend to say a lot, but I mostly talk about good villains on here, so cut me some slack), but I think the combination of the delivery and just how great Kitt’s voice was really helps make her brainstorming ways to kill Kuzco a legendary moment:

“Ah, how should I do it? Oh, I know. I'll turn him into a flea. A harmless little flea. And then I'll put that flea in a box, and then I'll put that box inside of another box, and then I'll mail that box to myself! And when it arrives, AH HA HA HA! I'LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!!! It's brilliant, brilliant, BRILLIANT, I tell you! Genius, I say!”

The laugh is really what sells it, honestly.

Final Thoughts & Score: Yzma is probably the single greatest Disney villain who doesn’t totally follow the Renaissance villain format post-Renaissance, with only Turbo really being a contender for the crown. What I mean is this: the Renaissance set a serious precedent for animated movie villains going forward. They had to be hammy, have huge personalities, and get their own song. Ratigan was something of a prototype, and then Ursula went and set the standard. Sure, there were exceptions in the Renaissance – Hades is great but got no song, and Ratcliffe is… Ratcliffe, and he has a song – but for the most part the best Disney villains had a clear style. Ursula, Gaston, Frollo, Scar, all of them are some of Disney’s best and all of them stick to these rules.

Yzma came early in the post-Renaissance era so it would make sense for her to fit the bill entirely while they were still experimenting with new styles, but because of the tumultuous production of The Emperor’s New Groove, she ended up keeping the ham while having her villain song cut. And yes, this is a damn shame, since Eartha Kitt was a fantastic singer and the song’s not half bad, but I think the movie as a whole and Yzma herself work better without music. She’s just so funny with how she reacts to and interacts with things throughout the movie, I just don’t think she really NEEDS music to really push her over the top in terms of quality. Like, let me put it this way: I think, without “Be Prepared,” Scar would probably not be quite as impressive. I think with a villain song, Jafar would have been even cooler. Yzma? She’s pretty much perfect the way she is.

I debated a long time on what score to give her, but I frankly think she does deserve a 10/10. I almost gave her a 9 on the basis that she didn’t have a song, but her overall performance combined with my realization she didn’t need her song to be great made me decide to reward her with the highest marks. However, there is one criticism I have that I think stands: she would not nearly be s funny if not for the presence of her faithful lackey. So let’s talk about him, shall we?

Psycho Analysis: Kronk

I put this one to a vote, and it turns out that a lot of people consider Kronk a villain. I guess if we’re being technical he is an antagonist, but a villain? Kronk is pretty much the least evil villain out there. Still, it’s pretty impossible to deny that he’s not exactly a good guy when he’s complicit in an assassination attempt. Kronk’s a bit of a morally gray figure for much of the film.

He’s also, without a doubt, the funniest character in the film.

Motivation/Goals: See Yzma above. He’s just her lackey, so he doesn’t have much in terms of goals of his own. He does, however, have a conscience, as well as numerous skills including some serious culinary skills, including knowledge of fry cook lingo.

Performance: This is one of the roles that really put Patrick Warburton on the map, alongside Joe Swanson in Family Guy. And if I’m being honest, this is the definitive Patrick Warburton role in animation. Kronk is just an absolute delight to watch, since he’s basically the lovable idiot character perfected. He’s a ditz, but he does have a lot of skill in some interesting niche areas, he’s not truly good or evil and has a moral code, he’s very quotable and funny in a pretty natural way… Kronk has got it all! And it’s all thanks to Warburton injecting that Patrick Warbuton-ness we’ve all come to love from his performances.

Final Fate: Of course Kronk gets redeemed in the end. The dude is the biggest softie on the planet. Maybe Yzma should have thought twice before insulting his spinach puffs.

Best Scene: Kronk has a similar problem to Yzma, where every single scene he’s in is incredibly perfect, but unlike Yzma, there is one scene that really narrows things down and gives you the perfect summation of Kronk as a character: the scene where he is attempting to dispose of Kuzco’s body, does his own theme music, argues with his shoulder angel and shoulder devil, and then ends up saving Kuzco, thus allowing the rest of the plot to happen.

Best Quote: Unlike Yzma, there is no way I could possibly narrow down Kronk’s best quote. Whichever one is your favorite, you’re right. That’s the best one. Everything out of his mouth is gold.

Final Thoughts & Score: Kronk is a very interesting lesson when it comes to Psycho Analysis because, while he is certainly antagonistic, and certainly is a great character, he’s not a great villain, which is what these reviews are for. Like, he is easily the best part of the movie, he is hilarious, his chemistry with Yzma is undeniable, and this is Warburton’s definitive vocal performance in animation… but it doesn’t make Kronk a good villain so much as it makes him a good character. Like there’s no way I can give him below an 8/10, because again, still an antagonistic role, but he can’t score much higher because his personality is just so legitimately NICE that calling him a villain seems really weird (which is why I put it to a vote in the first place).

I really can’t stress enough how much I love Kronk; he’s like in my top 10 favorite Disney characters. But when it comes to villains, I really don’t think he’d make the cut, because even when he is doing something bad it comes off more as misguided loyalty to Yzma than an actual desire to do bad. It’s really telling that it’s the most petty of things that makes him drop Yzma like a hot potato: Kronk was never really a villain, he was a good guy who made poor life choices and had a toxic friend influence. He didn’t really have a character arc where he became a better person like Kuzco did, although Kronk’s ultimate turn to the side of good does somewhat mirror Kuzco’s; he simply realized that the friend in his life he devoted his time to was an awful person and decided to leave her behind, and when all is said and done, that just leaves a big, buff nice guy who likes to cook. And that makes Kronk a truly great, funny, and lovable character.

It just doesn’t make him a great villain.

#Psycho Analysis #Yzma #Kronk #Eartha Kitt #Patrick Warburton #The Emperor's New Groove #Disney

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Killer Queen

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Thank you so very much for all the love and comments on the first part of this story. Here is the next one!

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“When you are angry or frustrated, what comes out? Whatever it is, it's a good indication of what you're made of.”

Robyn got caught talking to a parent on her way out from work and was running twenty minutes behind and she was rushing around her house looking for a dark red lipstick she knew she owned but could not find anywhere.

“Dammit!” She cursed as she pushed the drawers of her make-up table closed. She had been using the one she wore to Elton’s party with Taron but the director of the musical asked if she had a darker lip and she knew she had but just not exactly where. Walking out to her sitting room she grabbed her bag and coat and decided to stop off at her childhood home to check her bedroom to see if it was there.

The last two nights of the musical has been amazing and she had enjoyed every minute and was equally as excited about the performance tonight even more so for tomorrows as Taron was going to be in the audience and she was so excited to not only see him but for him to see the musical. She knew how much he appreciated music and the arts and she was so proud of the work the society had put into their annual show, she knew Taron would very much love it too, glad to be able to share some of her life with him in the same way he shared his red carpet events with her.

Walking around the back garden she saw her mam in the kitchen and made her way inside.

“Robyn! What are you doing here? I thought you would have been getting ready for tonight.”

Robyn heard the surprise in her mam’s voice and just smiled. “I want to have a route through my make up for a lipstick I need. I can’t find it at home so I am guessing it is here.” She spoke as she walked through the kitchen and towards the hall.

“Robyn are you sure it’s not at your house?”

“No mam. It has to be in my room. I need a darker lip and I know I have a much darker colour then what I wore when I went to Elton’s party with Taron. I am just going to check my make up in my room before I head over to the hall.”

Robyn heard her mother follow her quickly down the hall.

“Are you sure you can’t use the one you had last night Robyn? Surely you don’t need to go routing in your room?”

“It will only take me two seconds Mam. I really want the dark red lipstick.” Robyn continued her walk towards her bedroom door and pushed it open, her mam on her heels, nearly tripping her up she was that close to her. “I am sure it’s in here somewhere.” She went straight to the press under her fish tank and pulled open the little box she had labelled lipsticks and started to route through it but there wasn’t much space so she pulled the drawer out completely and turning to the bed emptied the whole box out, ignoring the one that rolled off the bed, knowing the green outer casing wasn’t the one she was looking for. She could feel her mam standing right beside her and her staring at her and it made her even more frustrated as she moved all the lipsticks around to look for the one she wanted. Picking up a black lipstick barrel, opened it and grinned. “Knew it. Perfect for Mimi.” She started to tidy up the lipsticks but her mam stopped her.

“You go Robyn. I know you are pressed for time and have to get your hair done. I will clean this up.”

“You sure?” She asked.

“Yeah go.”

“Thanks mam.” Robyn stood up. “I will see you after the show yeah?”

“Of course. Your dad and I will wait until you are finished. Break a leg!”

“Thanks mam.” Robyn gave her mother a kiss on her cheek before she started to walk out but she stopped and walked over to the keyboard. She saw her penguin which was normally kept on her shelf, sitting on the keys. “Why are you here?” She picked up the penguin. “Mam you been in here?”

“Only to put clothes on the radiator. Why?”

“Just the penguin is on the keyboard but he goes here on the shelf.” Robyn replaced the penguin back in his spot.

“Well I can’t take the credit for that one. Maybe you put it there the last time you were routing for something and never put it back.”

“Yeah maybe.” Robyn walked back towards the door.

“Enjoy Robyn.”

“I will. Hopefully I won’t lose my grip on the pole tonight. No idea how I didn’t fall down the fire pole last night. I am glad Taron wasn’t there to see it. He would have never let me live it down. Anyway, see you later.”

With the lipstick firmly in her hands, she walked to the front door and left the house through it, dropping the barrel of dark red make up into her bag and picked up her walking pace to head into Kilcreen town and to the hall where the musical was.

She greeted all her cast mates with a smile as she made her way backstage.

“You’re a bit behind!” Called Jane as she watched Robyn take a seat for Laura to do her hair.

“Ugh got caught in work and then I couldn’t find my lipstick.”

“I thought maybe you were on the phone to that handsome man of yours.” Winked Jane.

Robyn rolled her eyes and pulled her hair from its pony tail so Laura could start curling it with the corkscrew curling iron. “He is not my handsome man and he is in the middle of promotion in New York so wouldn’t be able to take my call anyway.”

“Voicemail is not a new idea Robyn. You could leave him one.”

“He will call me Jane. It’s easier for him to call me then me call him especially when he is so busy with work.”

“Would be a nice little surprise. Maybe send him a photo so he knows what he is going to be greeted with tomorrow night!” Laughed Jane at the look Robyn gave her.

“And let’s leave all the surprises to tomorrow yeah?”

“He’s gonna love it.” Jane wiggled her eyebrows while Robyn shook her head, pulling her notepad from her handbag and a pen. Getting her hair curled for Mimi took nearly two hours and she was already running behind so knew Laura, one of the hairdressers, was under pressure to get it done. It was just after five so Robyn settled into her notebook to do some work and planning while she sat. She had taken tomorrow off work at the creche and was so happy she had decided to do so. Working during show week was always tiring even with the excitement of the show and Robyn had decided to take the Friday off work to give her voice a break from talking to all the parents and children during the day and with two shows on Saturday, she was so glad to know she could just relax on her couch tomorrow but used her time while getting her hair done to catch up on some of her paperwork.

But since Jane had mentioned Taron, she was finding it hard to concentrate on her planning and her thoughts filtered to him instead. She was so looking forward to seeing him tomorrow and even more so with how she was going to surprise him at the airport to pick him up when he arrived. He thought she was working and had planned to get the bus but since she had the day off, she was going to go and get him herself. She couldn’t wait to get a squishy hug from him, missing the warmth and comfort from his arms when he wasn’t around her and if she was willing to admit it, his kisses to her temple and hair and maybe even the one she planted on his lips on St Patrick’s Day. The feel of his lips against her was something she wasn’t going to forget in a hurry and as she closed her eyes as Laura tilted her head down so she could curl the very back of her hair, Robyn sighed a little. It was one of the most intense yet beautifully sweet kisses she had ever had and the way he kept tilting his head, changing the kiss up was tantalising and when he took control over the kiss and upped the pressure and movement of his lips, Robyn was ready to melt against him and if she was being completely honest with herself, hated that she had to end the kiss, knowing it was for the best. It was a kiss that filled her dreams and it didn’t end after a few seconds either but led to something much more heated and definitely involved a shirtless Taron and a lot of more touching and kissing.

Knowing she had over an hour and half left before her hair was done and she couldn’t keep thinking about her dreams and Taron, she concentrated on her notepad, distracting herself with work until the cast was called together for the vocal warm up. Using a chair to stand on, Laura was able to curl the top half of Robyn’s hair while she could stand and warm up her voice for the show. With some of the hardest songs in the show to sing, Robyn concentrated on prepping her voice, knowing how important it was to ensure she didn’t hurt her voice or be unprepared to sing later on or for the rest of the shows for the week either.

In the middle of the warm up, Cathal, the man playing her love interest and opposite her in the show walked in grinning.

“You are over an hour and half late!” Called Jude the director his way.

“Traffic.”

“Traffic my arse Cathal. You only live in the next town over.”

Cathal came over to stand beside Robyn but she had her eyes closed concentrating on the lip thrill warm up didn’t notice until she was nudged, Robyn losing her balance a little, Laura missing burning her forehead with the curling iron by a millimetre.

“Jesus Cathal.” Cried Laura lifting the curling iron up high. “Would you watch it.”

Robyn came back to her place scowling at him but still in time with the warm up.

“Hello my lover.” He said to Robyn but she ignored him.

Once the warm up was done, Jude left the cast to finish getting ready and Laura added the last curl to Robyn’s hair. “I have run out of hairspray Robyn, just let me grab another can.”

“So, you ready for the show?” Asked Cathal as he still sat beside Robyn, getting his make-up done.

“Always.”

“Ready for the kisses?”

“You even try what you did last night Cathal and I swear to God I will knee you in your crotch as Mimi storms off the stage.”

“It was only acting.”

“A little tongue is not acting Cathal.” She fumed. “I have already told you over the last how many years, I am not interested in you. Wasn’t before Keith, during Keith, after Keith or even when I came back from Florida.”

“What does this bloody actor have over you?” He asked as he sat back in his chair.

“It has nothing to do with Taron. It’s the fact that I am not interested and if you even try anything this show, I won’t hold back with the force of my kick and I am wearing stilettos.”

Cathal laughed a little. “Bet he loves your feisty side. Has he seen your sexy side? Does he even know what you wear for this show? Big change from Scaramouche!”

Robyn was so glad Laura called her name and she had an excuse to leave her chair and head over to the other hairdressing table on the opposite side of the backstage area.

“Don’t listen to him.” Said Laura as she sprayed Robyn’s hair with a mountain of spray to keep the tight curls intact, styling them as she did so.

“Oh I am not.”

“He thinks he such a big shot now that he was promoted in work and he is head of his department.”

“He is such a tosspot.” Agreed Robyn. “Needs to keep his fucking tongue in his mouth too.”

“Ugh disgusting and you already have a man in your life.”

Robyn made a face. “Taron is not my man and just a friend.”

“And he is coming to see you?”

“Yeah tomorrow.”

“Ok then so just friends.” Grinned Laura.

“Oh, what’s that? Dee needs me for make up? Sure! Later Laura, thank you!”

Robyn had been receiving a bit of light banter from her friends in the musical society over Taron coming to see her. They all knew who he was and what Robyn had done for him and had a brief idea of their visits back and forth with each other, even seen the pictures of her with Taron on the red carpet and they loved to tease her every now and again over it all but Robyn took it with a grain of salt. She couldn’t wait to see Taron and was willing to take the little bit of easy slagging, already getting it from her friends after St Patrick’s Day. She took her seat at make-up and by half seven was pulling on her first costume of the evening, a very short black dress and some fish net tights and doc martins. Her hair had been pulled back in a low ponytail and her make-up was dark for her with a brown smokey eye and nude lipstick. Her dark red one which she pulled from her bedroom earlier was ready and waiting for her costume change later on.

All the cast gathered together in a show circle at a quarter to eight and ran through their pre-show ritual before giving a loud cheer, those needed on stage for the opening number heading to their spots, Robyn standing to the left of the stage with her candle. Her usual pre-show nerves were rolling around in her stomach and she jumped up and down a few times, to lose some of the nervous energy she felt. It was always the way. She already had her little panic of not remembering the words but she found a little corner and listened to Taron’s video of Tiny Dancer he had recorded on her phone back in September and it calmed her right down and she ran through every song in her head word for word and her confidence jumped right back up.

Before she walked on stage for her first songs, Robyn got into character at the side of the stage, shaking out quiet and reserved Robyn, channelling sexy and confident Mimi and she sauntered onto the stage, her focus on Cathal as he played Roger perfectly, as much as she hated to say it when he got on her nerves so much. They had chemistry on stage, there was no denying it but since his promotion Cathal took his antics off stage a little too far on stage even though Robyn constantly shot him down.

It was a quick rush to change into her next outfit and when Jude, the director showed Robyn the choice of clothes for Mimi’s first big musical number, Robyn’s heart dropped but she knew the outfit was just for the part and she squeezed herself into the tiny pair of purple shorts, Jane helping her lace them up before she was laced into the bodice too. It was something that was ridiculously overly sexy for Robyn and she wouldn’t be caught dead in it herself outside of the musical but for the part she was playing it was ideal and if she was being completely honest with herself, she actually liked the outfit and how she looked in it. Robyn was very reserved in her style and liked having the excuse of playing Mimi to wear some clothes that were so much more risky and she felt sexy in them and a little part of her was looking forward to seeing Taron’s reaction too. She had felt how his fingers how dipped to her skin between her cropped top and skirt on St Patrick’s Day and was sure he was going to enjoy her look as when it came down to it, he was a man. It also hadn’t slipped past her how his head rested lower on her chest when he was last with her when he used her body for a cuddle but she wasn’t complaining about it, enjoying how much more snuggly he was with her. Giving her lips one last coat of her very dark red lipstick, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Dee had darkened her make up too and brown smokey eyes were replaced by very dark purple and black ones, layers of mascara covering her lashes to make them stand out and the contouring and highlights on her cheeks was what Robyn called overkill but needed for stage. It was a complete transformation and the only time Robyn was ever going to look this way so she chose to enjoy her spiced up look for the moment, going with the flow of the suggestive nature of the clothes and make up.

She pulled on the dark pink dressing down and made her way to the top of the second stage, taking a breath before she pulled open the curtains and made her appearance for her song Out Tonight. Jude had directed her to go big or go home with her moves, after all Mimi was a dancer, so Robyn did just that and prayed her father realised she was just acting as she dropped to the floor in a very daring move before wrapping herself around the fire pole and swinging to the floor. She could see Cathal keeping his face steady but knew he was smirking on the inside and when she pushed him down onto the couch and moved to kiss him, he didn’t hold back and kissed her hard, Robyn squeezing his left shoulder firmly to give him a warning but it only egged him on further and he pulled her hips right against his and continued to kiss her even though the kiss was supposed to only last for about five seconds and stop as the music for the next song came on. Robyn had to go along with Cathal because if she pulled back it would have looked to out of place and Cathal was the one to push her away knowing he had to sing very soon. Robyn kept her face straight and lay back on the couch keeping in character, getting up to sing as she had to. What wasn’t an act was her walk in a huff off the stage and she went straight to wardrobe to change her outfit once more.

“What is he playing at?” Asked Jane as she helped Robyn to unlace her shorts and bodice.

“I don’t fucking know Jane but he is asking for a slap soon.” Robyn fumed as she pulled her shorts off, Jane helping her out of her bodice. “I am actually going to do something drastic if he keeps this up. It’s not what we rehearsed at all and he can’t keep doing to this me. My bloody parents are in the audience and Taron is coming tomorrow.” Robyn slipped into a short black leather skit and leopard print cropped top. “I am going to murder him. I swear to God.”

Jane placed her hands on Robyn’s shoulders. “And take a breath. Do I need to get your phone so you can watch that video of Taron? Because I can.”

Robyn looked to her friend and sighed. “No and please don’t tell anyone I have that and thank you. It’s just ugh.”

“Yeah I know.”

“And then I know he is doing it on purpose on stage because I can’t react and have to go with him.”

“You could bite him.”

Robyn giggled. “Oh Jane.” She pulled on the long leather coat over her outfit. “I would love to but he would probably like that.”

“Just think of tomorrow evening and how you get to see Taron. I know you have been looking forward to that.”

“Definitely.”

“Then think of Taron.” Jane winked. “I don’t think you would say no to kissing him.” She watched as Robyn’s eyes opened wide a little. “Or have you already?”

“Ok so I need to go and get in place for the next scene.”

“No you don’t Miss Quinn!” Jane called after her. “You have kissed him haven’t you!”

Robyn didn’t reply but made her way to the side stage ready to step on when needed. The choreographed routine of La Vie Boehme was always fun and she enjoyed the group number with the cast, everyone genuinely laughing and smiling through it all. The second duet with Cathal was sung on the second level of the stage and when Cathal threw in an unexpected hug, after they had sung their song, while the others sang the reprise of La Vie Boehme. He dipped his head into her neck and stayed there for a minute before he lifted his head and when they had to kiss went straight for a demanding deep kiss, pulling her against him, kissing her four more times before the stage went dark and the curtain went down to a roaring applause.

Infuriated beyond belief, Robyn grabbed Cathal’s hand and dragged him down the steps and to a corner of the backstage where no one was standing.

“Oh, ok so it’s like that!” Grinned Cathal.

“You absolute arsehole!” Growled Robyn as she pushed Cathal away from her. “You never, never do that to me again, do you hear me?”

“What? What’s wrong? It’s just a kiss.”

“That was not just a kiss!” She fumed. “That was taking complete advantage of the fact that we are on stage together and I can’t do anything about it when you kiss me and I have to return the kiss.” Cathal’s grinning face infuriated her. “You have absolutely no right to kiss me like that. A stage kiss is fine. It is what is called for in the script but they were not stage kisses and don’t you ever hug me like that and put your head on my neck in that place ever again.”

“Whoa Robyn, it is just part of playing Mimi and Roger.”

“No, it is not. The constant kissing earlier on before Another Day was not playing Mimi and Roger. It was you taking complete advantage of the situation and the show and you have no fucking right to do that to me. You are not allowed to kiss me like that.”

“Jesus Robyn it is just a kiss.”

“It is not just a kiss Cathal! It’s getting what you want from me because of the show. I am not interested in you. I don’t want a date or to go for a drink or dinner. I don’t want anything to do with you except do justice to the show. Tomorrow evening the bloody judges from AIMs are coming and I refuse to risk our societies reputation because you have your head up your arse. We are up there to win again but if you keep adding in these stupid extra kisses we won’t!”

“But it adds to the sexual tension between the characters.”

“It makes us look like bloody horny teenagers and doesn’t fit the story at all!” Robyn threw back at him.

“Just a bloody hug and a kiss.”

“You stick to the script and you keep your face away from my neck.”

“What’s wrong with adding a bit of sexual tension to our story.”

“What’s wrong is that it doesn’t fit.” Jude walked over. “I completely agree with her. You do it again and I will send in your understudy for the rest of the show and for the remaining shows for the rest of the week too and don’t think I won’t Cathal. I don’t know what has happened to you since the last show you did with us but your attitude is shit, your timing is disgraceful and the way you treat this show with little respect as well as your cast members especially Robyn is appalling.”

“You kiss me like that again, or even think about putting your face in my neck, I don’t care that we are on stage, I will kick you hard in your crotch during one of the argument scenes in act two and you can let the audience feel the sexual tension between us and then I will stand back and watch you struggle into your leather pants afterwards too.”

Robyn walked away from Cathal and Jude and straight out the double doors that were opened to let some air into the backstage area for the cast as it always got hot on stage with all the lights. She sat up on the wooden picnic bench and inhaled the night air. She didn’t mind a stage kiss, it was part of her role and during rehearsal it was what they did, a little stage kiss but now Cathal was taking his kisses way too far and they are so wet and hard and just a complete turn off and she couldn’t help but compare his kiss to Taron’s and there was no comparison at all. Taron was so tender with her, his kisses soft and gentle with the tiniest bit of hesitation while Cathal was just kissing for the sake of kissing and trying to get as many in as he could with her, Robyn having no choice but to go along with it.

“Hey, you ok?”

Robyn looked up to see Jane walking towards her with a bottle of water.

“Yeah. Just that arsehole.” She took the bottle from her friend. “Hey you don’t have a cigarette on you, do you?” Robyn asked her with a hopeful voice.

“Do you think I would give one to you even if I did?”

“Ugh no.” Robyn opened the bottle and took along drink of water.

“Jesus he must have really riled you up if you are looking for a smoke.”

Robyn drank half the bottle of water. “He just fucking annoys me.”

“And you are not touching a cigarette. Not after the last five years of not touching one.” Said Jane sternly. “Here, I brought you your phone.” Jane handed Robyn her phone. “Come on, play the video.”

Robyn unlocked her phone and opened her gallery and played the video of Taron singing Tiny Dancer, letting Jane watch it too. She could feel her whole body calming down to the sound of his voice and quietly sang along with the video, smiling a little as it ended.

“He did that for you?” Asked Jane.

“Yeah. Before he left to go back to Wales last year.”

“He’s a good man Robyn.”

“He is.” She sighed. “I actually can’t have Cathal pulling that shit tomorrow evening Jane. I know the kisses are part of the show but not those kisses and he had better not hug me and put his head on my neck like that.”

“Why?” Asked Jane immediately, seeing a little look of horror on Robyn’s face when she realised what she said. “Come on Robyn? Why can’t he hug you like that?”

“Hey Robyn!” Dee came outside. “What are you doing? You need a costume change and Laura has to fix your hair.”

“Shit sorry Dee. I am coming.” Robyn hopped down from the table. “Sorry Jane. Gotta go. Thanks for my phone.” Robyn reached over and have her a hug. “Thank you for being so good about Taron. He means so much to me and I know I can trust you around him.”

“Hey just get me another autograph and I am good to keep quiet for another month.”

Robyn laughed as she let her friend go. “I will get you a signed picture if you want.”

“Deal!”

Still laughing, Robyn made her way back into the backstage area and walked past Cathal without a word who sat with a serious pout on his face and straight over to the girls changing area where Dee was waiting for her. She quickly changed into her forth outfit of the show and while Dee fixed her make-up, Laura pinned her hair back from her face.

With another five minutes before the second act started Robyn made her way back outside to get some more air, still wishing she had a cigarette. She had quit years ago but sometimes, when she was overly stressed and didn’t have a Welshman to calm her down, she craved the soothing a cigarette would give her. It wasn’t very often but when a man was stealing kisses from her, kisses she wasn’t willing to share, she felt a quick smoke would calm her down. Instead she paced up and down the small back garden of the hall, taking some calming breathes. She would have called Taron if she knew she could but with the time difference in New York and not knowing his exact schedule she knew she would have been terribly disappointed if she had of gotten his voice mail rather than through to him, so took the option of not calling him at all.

“Hey two minutes.” Jude came outside to her. “I’ve spoken to Cathal. He won’t try and change the production any more. He has been warned and I have no problem bringing Steve in if I need too.” Jude stood in front of Robyn and stopped her from pacing. “You are killing it as always Robyn. Don’t let that arsehole change your performance and if you feel the need to kick him, do it during the next song ok?”

Robyn grinned. “Thanks Jude.”

Together they walked back inside and Robyn made her way to the right side of the stage, standing beside Cathal.

“Sorry Robyn.” He said.

“Just stick to the script. We have a real chance of winning again this year and I don’t want it ruined because you can only get a kiss from me through a stage performance.” Robyn walked onto the stage as the music started to play. She didn’t really think his apology was genuine but accepted it and moved on, wanting to get back on stage and feed her anger into her performance.

The standing ovation at the end of the show was always unexpected but so much appreciated and as Robyn took her bow, she could see her parents on their feet clapping hard and she grinned their way. She was very lucky to have such support from her family and she gave them a little wave as she took another bow before joining the rest of the cast for their final bow and performance of Seasons of Love. They left the stage with another roar of cheer and applause and celebrated with each other with hugs and kisses backstage after another perfect show.

“You are all on top form!” Grinned Jude, so proud of his cast as they stood in their after-show circle. “You give a performance like that tomorrow and I can see another AIMS award added to our collection!”

Once the after-show circle was complete, Robyn joined the female cast in their curtained off dressing room and she got changed into her jeans and back tank top, still feeling warm after the show. She always took her make-up off once home and went straight into the shower to wash her hair and freshen up after dancing and singing on stage. Some of the cast headed to Kilcreen GAA club for a drink after every show but Robyn had already joined the cast the last two nights and really just wanted to go and see her parents and then head home and get cleaned up. Some of Mimi’s leather outfits, always left Robyn a little too hot afterwards and she was desperate for a shower but she was also excited to go and surprise Taron at the airport tomorrow and needed to tidy her home up a little bit too for his arrival, having a fresh face to greet him with.

Leaving the dressing room, she threw her bag over her shoulder and said goodnight to Dee and Laura who were tiding away their tables for the next evening. She had just made it to the curtain that separated the front of house from the backstage area when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Can I just have two seconds?” Asked Cathal.

“Sure.” Robyn followed him back into the backstage area and to the corner she had pulled him to earlier to reprimand him for kissing her.

“I really am sorry Robyn.” He said looking her straight the eye. “I guess I took it a bit too far.”

“Just a bit.”

“I really just wanted to take you out and I thought maybe if I kissed you, it might have swayed your decision.”

“That is such a terrible brainless idea.” She replied to him.

“Yeah I can see that now.”

“You really should have gotten the hint years ago Cathal.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Look you are an ok guy. Well during We Will Rock You you were but since you got promoted you walk around like you don’t shit and it’s grating on everyone’s nerves and then what you did this evening was really out of line.” She watched as Cathal looked to the floor. “You and me kill it as Roger and Mimi and we know that but only if we do it properly, well if you do it properly.”

“I will I promise. I won’t pull any shit any more. I really am sorry.”

“Thanks for apology. Just go back to the old Cathal though. I like him better than this cocky tosspot.”

Cathal smiled. “Thanks Robyn.”

“Sure. Well have a good evening.”

“You too.”

Robyn began to walk away but Cathal called her name and she turned back to him. “Your Taron is a very lucky man.”

Robyn didn’t answer him but only nodded and made her way back to the curtain and thanked a member of the stage production team as they pulled it back to let her pass. She grinned as she saw her parents waiting and quickened her pace to walk over to them.

“Robyn!” Lizzie called holding her arms out for a hug. “Oh, you were absolutely fantastic!” Lizzie gave her daughter a tight hug. “Your father might be slightly traumatised though.”

Robyn laughed as she let her mother go and gave her father a hug who quietly told her she had done a brilliant job and left it at that.

She stood back and smiled at her parents. “I hope you enjoyed the performance.”

“It was so good. Cathal really went for it didn’t he?” Frowned Lizzie.

Robyn smiled a little. “Yeah he did but we had a little chat so he won’t be doing it again.”

“The set was really good too wasn’t it?” Said John. “Good construction.”

Robyn and Lizzie laughed. “Yeah Dad, it is. Holds really well.”

As Robyn spoke to her parents, she saw someone walking down the aisle but their face was covered by a bunch of flowers they were holding so she not knowing who it was, she turned her attention back to her conversation with her parents, figuring the person was waiting around for one of the other cast to come out from backstage, but her face turned back to the person when she heard them speak.

“So, this is what you get up during your shows then, chicken, huh?”

#Taron Egerton #Taron Egerton Fanfiction #Taron Egerton Fanfic #Taron Fanfic #Love #Friendship #Sexy #Musical #Theatre #RENT #Excitment #Anger #Acting #Kissing #Putting on a Show #Nerves #Cuddles #Robyn and Taron

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ayashiki-i-i · 5 years ago

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Last Friday, I had the absolute joy and privilege to see Be More Chill in London!

(Yes, last Friday, this has been sitting in my drafts for over a week because I couldn’t figure out how to appropriately convey my delight with this show, and also yes, joy and privilege, call me dramatic but I swear to god nothing on this Earth makes me appreciate my life quite as live theatre.)

I have loved this show for a very long time. Not quite since its first Two Rivers Theatre run, but very early on from when it caught the internet’s attention. I was at the start of what was to become a viral sensation, and I was with the show, rooting for it, hoping for it, ever since. I feel like I walked the journey from crossing million hits on Spotify to the Broadway alongside the cast and creators. I felt immensely happy and proud for these people I never met when they announced their off-Broadway return, and I honest to god cried the day they opened on Broadway. Needless to say, I was overjoyed, literally jumping with happiness, when they announced they will stage a production on West End. Or technically off-West End? I’m still very confused how The Other Palace is not West End and Victoria Palace literally around the corner is West End... Anyway. I have not walked into that theatre on Valentine’s Day with low expectations.

And my Mount Everest high expectations were far, far exceeded and shot somewhere into the stratosphere.

I really can’t with words describe how much I loved this show. Joes Iconis and Tracz managed to hit some very special spot with this musical. It’s truly hard to describe, but this show just makes you happy. It makes you involved and interested. And I gotta tell you, I think we hit the press night, because there was a bunch of people (very respectfully) scribbling on their pads and iPads during the show, so this wasn’t an audience primed and geared for this type of musical. And that’s not even counting all the parents chaperoning their teenagers. And I can guarantee you everyone had a great time. During the intermission I went to get a drink and witnessed several conversations between aforementioned parents that all pretty much amounted to “wow, this is actually good!” It’s honestly such a treat to be in an audience that’s genuinely enjoying themselves.

This show is funny, and heartfelt, and charming. So charming. It has somehow a vibe of a really well done high school production, which could maybe sound like a criticism but i swear it isn’t!

I haven’t seen much of the previous productions, except few clips from the Two Rivers bootleg slime tutorial, but I really tried not to watch too much, hoping against hope there will be a revival one day (I try not to watch shows I have a chance of seeing one day. I’m fortunate to have the chance of having the full experience live so I try not to ruin it for myself lol). I gobbled up all the official promo clips and videos from the NYC revival, being super unlucky and managing to plan my New York trip in that small window when BMC just closed Off-Broadway and before it got on Broadway. I haven’t even listened to the Broadway recording, because by the time it came out I knew they’ll be staging a production over here. So i went in quite blind. With all that previous ado, this is how it was:

The book is so good. So so good. Many times when I fall in love with an album, the actual musical doesn’t hold up because the book doesn’t compare (hi, Dear Evan Hansen). But BMC is as engaging and fun between the songs as during them. Tbh I don’t love the changes to the songs they made, but I don’t really hate them either... Now having listened to the Broadway recording they reverted somewhat back to the original album on West End and I’m happy they did, but still. Especially Pitiful Children did not deserve the cuts. But I mean its still mostly the same album and it’s brilliant and fun, and ok, Looser, Geek or Whatever is a bop.

(Although I always kinda liked that Jeremy didn’t have a typical big “hero song” because he keeps mentioning how he isn’t a hero and it was kinda ironic that his own show refused him the hero treatment, but the song is solid.)

This cast is EVERYTHING. I’m sorry all previous casts, I love you and I respect you but i really think the British cast is (so far) the peak? Obviously as I said I don’t have the full picture to compare, but honestly these guys are all so good and I can’t imagine anyone else in these roles, they set the bar so high. Yes, even Michael. Omg I’m so sorry George Salazar! This role is his in a very special way, and I feel blasphemous saying this! But that’s what makes Blake Patrick Anderson so special, because I didn’t think I will ever be able to accept another Micheal than George Salazar. But from the first moment Anderson appears on stage, you don’t think of George Salazar. This right here is a Micheal and that’s it. I think he’s slightly less... Manic, than Salazar, and more caring, but also more stubborn, and nerdy. My friend said after the first act the character’s problem is that he’s a bit too likeable and it’s almost unbelievable he would be a social outcast and she was right. The dude is so damn likeable! So charming, so positive. And then Micheal in the Bathroom hits and omg does it hit. Also Blake Patrick Anderson has a really long name is very pretty. A+ snack. I’m in love. Scott Folan is, uh, I don’t really love him vocally... Ok I liked him until Loser Geek of Whatever. I don’t know, maybe it wasn’t his day. Or maybe that song is just written for Will Roland and no one will ever measure up? Tbh I haven’t seen Roland sing it live so who knows, maybe it is one of those songs that’s hard to perform without yelling a bit. Praying circle for the West End cast album? However Scott Folan’s acting is a masterclass. He’s so awkward in the first act, so sad, but also sweet. Actually I said i didn’t love his singing but when his voice cracks all over in his first few songs it’s superb and also his “Christiiine~” is really beautiful and lovely, so, dunno *shrugs*. And then in the second half he totally sells his confidence and assholer-y and like... They seem like two different jeremys, the squipped and un-squipped one. But ultimately he just gives such good-kid vibes. He seems like the perfect midpoint between Will Connolly’s shy Bambi and Roland’s geeky recluse. This Christine is absolutely feral. Like, you have no idea. Some people commented on the video of I Love Play Rehersal from the rehearsals that this Christine is not chaotic enough, so I’m seriously worried how chaotic Stephenie Hsu was? :D In any case Miracle Chance I thought was perfect, the ideal mixture of quirky but relatable, sweet but strong. Also she is hilarious. I’m pretty sure she got the most laugh out of the audience, not just because the actress’s absolutely perfect comedic timing but also that role is so well written. Like you really can’t get the full idea of this character until you watch the show, you know? It’s very layered, but each layer is easy to get so she makes a really fun character to watch. The Squip is hot. Like so hot. And his costumes are wonderful. And I know I’m not the only one who didn’t love Jason Tam’s accent as Squip and like... I think I know what he was going for but it just doesn’t work for me. This Squip is a lot more like Eric William Morris, just more hot. Oh yeah I mean the dude is fantastic actor too, and his voice is something impressive, but mostly I was just thinking “hot” whenever he was on stage :D James Hameed’s Rich is vocally stunning. By far the best Squip Song I have ever heard. Also he has Pickle Rick tattoo?? It’s fucking brilliant I HATE IT! :D Millie O’Connel is perfect of course. She has such a presence on stage. It was hilarious when she came out after the show, with her hair down and make-up off and said hi and people mostly kinda ignored her cause... She’s really a hurricane on stage and when she dials it down just a notch I really think people don’t connect her to her stage persona :D

(Also like, massive kudos to The Other Palace’s stage door, cause they allow you to just hang around the bar where the cast has to go through to leave the place, so no dirty alleyways stage dooring in rain and cold and possible pickpockets around.)

I really loved the staging, and it’s very small, very minimal, which isn’t something I normally like, so well done! They definitely dialled back from the Broadway (the bean bags are back!) and honestly the minimal props and simple set really suit this show. It adds to that almost-like-a-really-good-school-play charm. But also they have this massive LED screen as the background so they can change and move and animate their backdrop and it’s honestly so impressive. The artwork is so perfectly in line with the show’s aesthetic. And it’s building up and up towards the show’s climax which I thought was pretty subtle and pretty neat creative decision.

Ugh this is so long I didn’t think it would be so long :D But I have one criticism I cannot not mention. And I kinda always had this, but seeing it live it jumps out on me more - I don’t feel Jeremy and Christine :| I mean don’t get me wrong. The actors have amazing chemistry, their added song is the one that I actually really like and it makes sense, there’s so much more meaningful interaction they have in the show than the songs wold suggest. But. It still doesn’t quite sit well. Besides the fact that I don’t think the show’s narrative is about Jeremy getting the girl - that’s not really his character arc. But also, although they’re not incompatible, he gets the girl he doesn’t even really know, and she definitely doesn’t know him. I think I would prefer if they just stayed friends at the end, but if there had to be romantic conclusion... Well, I mean who doesn’t ship boyf friends, but seriously if Michael was a girl I’m pretty sure he’d be the romantic endgame for Jeremy. You know the type, the old friend who was by the protagonists side and believed in him all along? Yeah. But besides that, i was surprised to find I kinda liked Jeremy with Brooke too? I mean they have the same problem as Jeremy and Christine, with not knowing each other and all that, but at least it’s mutual, and they seemed to have a spark. But maybe it’s just because I unexpectedly really, really loved Brooke (she doesn’t have much space on the album and no one ever really talks about her, why does no one really talk about her???). She defies a lot of her archetype, she seems like such a sweet person. I guess I would just like to see more of her, and more depth to her, which a romance with the protagonist would’ve given her.

But tbh the show devotes a lot more time than I thought it would for Christine and Jeremey’s relationship to develop and it isn’t unrealistic, so it ended up being a pretty minor issue, which i though would be a bigger one.

Tl;dr (oh my god why is this so long????) this show is everything I wanted and more. The West End cast is amazing, charming and delightful and each of them is perfectly cast to really embody their character, while giving some fresh outlook on characters I thought I knew very well and filling very big shoes of the original cast I thought couldn’t be replaced. Also I didn’t talk to any of them but they spend a long time hanging out with the fans after the show and seemed genuinely super nice and pleased with the love the show is getting. The book is more than an equal partner to the music I already was in love with (also Joe Iconis was at the show I saw! I didn’t talk to him because I’m me and I will forever regret it!). The Other Palace’s staging and direction is wonderful, and the choreography is impressive and very on brand with the rest of the show, very modern, very electro and robot. I enjoyed every second and the standing ovation at the end was well deserved.

Just to re-affirm how much I loved this show - just few days after seeing it I booked a ticket to go see it again almost immediately lol. So if anyone is seeing it this Wednesday 26th Feb and you can telepathically pick me in the audience come say hello!

(Or like, drop me a message like a normal person if you’re also going alone and want to meet with someone to seem less like a weirdo! :D)

#ramblings #i have a life #be more chill #bmc #be more chill west end #i love musicals!#musical theatre #review #i guess?#it’s pretty much just me yelling what a good time i had

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David/Patrick + we went to a bar and yes I signed you up to sing karaoke can’t back out now

easy as knowing all the words

read on ao3

“You signed me upfor what?” David asks, voice risingin incredulity. He glares at his traitorous husband as Patrick raises his handsin surrender.

“I thought youlove karaoke,” Patrick defends. “You left a dozen drunken voicemails that nightyou and Stevie spent in Elm Valley all about the show you put on with someonenamed Tammy.”

“I—That does notsound accurate,” David says.

“Oh,” Patricksays, a glint David knows all too well in his eyes. “But it is.” His phone issitting on the bar, next to his beer. “I still have some of the voicemails, ifyou want proof.”

“No,” David saysquickly. “That won’t be necessary or correct, thank you very much.”

Patrick grins athim and takes a long swig of his beer. It’s unfair, really, how attractive helooks right now when all David wants to do is wipe the smug look right off hisface. The bar is dimly lit, with red undertones in the lights, and the colorcatches Patrick’s smile and really his whole face perfectly. And he’s wearingthat tiny shirt again, one David hasn’t seen out of his closet since they almost had a “whiskey” at Jake’s. Davidcan’t take his eyes off him, and he doesn’t want to, even if Patrick iscompletely evil for signing him up for karaoke.

David places ahand on his husband’s thigh, doing his best to put exactly what he’s thinkinginto his eyes. “What if we skip the karaoke and go home?”

Patrick glancesdown at David’s hand on his thigh and back up, smirking when he meets David’seyes. “Tempting, for sure, and I’d definitely like to readdress that idealater.”

“Later?” Davidasks.

“Oh, later, forsure,” Patrick nods. “See, I’m really, reallylooking forward to this performance. You know, since I missed the last one.This is once in a lifetime.”

David jerks hishand back, crossing his arms over his chest and groaning. “I can’t believe Imarried you.”

Patrick’s smilesoftens. “Me neither.” His voice is soft, barely audible over the bar’s din andthe questionable voice of the woman currently performing a terrible renditionof Time After Time.

David groansagain. “I hate you for being sappy right now, and I hate you because you makeit impossible to hate you.”

“I love you, too,David,” Patrick says, the teasing lilt back in his voice. “So,” he says as thewoman on the karaoke stage belts out one final, extremely off-key note. “Lookslike you’re up.”

“Mm, no,” Davidsays. “I’m going to need at least three more shots before I’m even close towilling to do this. What did you even put me down for? A karaoke song choice isan extremely important decision, Patrick. There’s so much to consider, likevocal range, obviously, but also your audience and—”

“I told themMariah,” Patrick interrupts. “I figured I could at least let you pick thesong.”

“Oh,” David says,the corner of his mouth uplifting of its own volition. “That was very generousof you.” He means to say it sarcastically, but the words don’t carry nearlyenough bite.

“I’m a verygenerous person,” Patrick grins. “Speaking of which…” He turns back to the bar,signalling for the bartender to order three more shots.

“Thank you,”David says suddenly, once the drinks have been ordered.

Patrick raises aneyebrow. “For making you do karaoke?”

David shakes hishead. “For knowing me, inside and out, good and bad. For knowing me and lovingme.”

Patrick stares athim for a moment, his expression a little sad, but mostly unreadable, like hecan’t quite believe David thinks that’s something he needs to be thanked for.If David knows his husband, that’s exactly what he’s thinking.

“Always,” Patricksays finally. “Always, David.” They look at each other for a long moment, softsmiles in a soft, red glow.

The spell breakswhen the bartender brings their drinks.

Patrick grins,the mischievous glint back in his eyes. “Now, I believe, I was promised ashow.”

“Mm, was itpromised, though?”

“I think it was,” Patrick says. “You asked for three shots. And I’m pretty sure you mentioned wishing I was in Elm Valley to see you perform in one of those voicemails. Let me find it…”

“Ugh, fine!” David says, reaching for his hand before Patrick can grab his phone. “But I am making this decision under extreme duress!”

“Your sacrifice is noted,” Patrick says, taking David’s hand in his and kissing his knuckles.

#david x patrick #david x patrick fic #schitt's creek #david rose #patrick brewer #my fic #asks #answered #anon #thank you for the prompt!

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Dust Volume 6, Number 8

Angel Olsen

Now half a year in the pandemic, we’re starting to see the emergence of quarantine records, whether in the trove of reissues hastily assembled to stand in for new product or home recorded projects made with extremely close friends and family or albums that are conceived and written around the concept of isolation. Music isn’t real life, exactly, but it lives nearby. And in any case, it’s still music and can be good or bad whether it’s been unearthed from a forgotten box of tapes, recorded at home without collaboration or side people or technologically gerry-rigged so that distanced partners can work together. So, as long as you all are making music, we will continue to listen and find records that move us, as the world burns all around. This edition’s contributors included Patrick Masterson, Andrew Forell, Tim Clarke, Jennifer Kelly, Bill Meyer, Jonathan Shaw, Justin Cober-Lake and Ray Garraty. Enjoy.

+ — #playboy (Deluxe Edition) (self-released)

#playboy (deluxe edition) by +

One of the most genuinely confounding records I’ve heard this year comes courtesy SEO-unfriendly artist + aka Plus Sign fka Emanuel James Vinson, a Chicago rapper, city planner and all-around community activist who spends his time helping with the city’s Let’s Build Garden City initiative when he’s not making music (which is frequent, by the way — take a look at the breadth of that Bandcamp discography). The concept with #playboy, originally released in April but deluxed in late May, is simple: Two kids find a music machine called #playboy in their basement and start tinkering with it. Its childlike whimsy is conveyed in the song titles (“Getting the Hang of It,” “Wake Up Jam (Waking Up)”) every bit as much as it is in the music, with occasionally grating indulgences, the odd earworm and a brief appearance by borderless internet hip-hop hero Lil B that makes perfect sense in context; the kindred spirit of that community-building cult auteur is strong here. You may wind up loving this record or you may wind up hating it, but I can promise you this: You’ll be thinking about it and the artist behind it long after it’s over.

Patrick Masterson

Actress — Mad Voyage Mixtape (self-released)

I once suggested Darren Cunningham mucks about with his music because he can’t help himself. That was about six years ago on the occasion of his purported “final” album Untitled; with the benefit of hindsight, we can see he was (like so many others, to greater or lesser consequence) just pulling our leg with that PR. Hell, he’s released two albums worth of music in July alone: The first was the mid-month surprise LP 88, which follows in the vein of his acclaimed high period as an often brilliant, occasionally frustrating patchwork of submersible beats best played at high volume with a low end. The second came at the end of the month in an m4a file shared the old fashioned way on a forum via Mediafire link, nearly an hour and a half long, and per the man himself, “All SP-303, sketchbook beats, recorded this past week [the first week of July] straight to recorder or cassette.” It feels very much like a homespun Actress mixtape and is probably best thought of as livelier accompaniment to 88 but, even still, there’s no noticeable drop in quality — once Actress, always Actress. If headier lo-fi beat tapes are your beat, this will slot comfortably in line.

Patrick Masterson

bdrmm - Bedroom (Sonic Cathedral)

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Hull five-piece bdrmm play a satisfyingly crepuscular version of shoegaze on their debut album Bedroom. Ryan Smith, his brother Jordan on bass, guitarist Joe Vickers, Danny Hull on synths and drummer Luke Irvin combine the widescreen sound of Ride with a cloak of gothic post-punk. Like the late, lamented Girls Names, bdrmm find a sweet spot where atmosphere and dynamics either build to euphoric crescendos or bask in bleak funereal splendor. Bedroom seems deliberately sequenced from celebration to lament. “A Reason To Celebrate” evokes Ride at their most anthemic, the tripping staccato driven “Happy” summons the spirit of The Cure of Seventeen Seconds before the pace drops for the second half, the songs become quieter and darker as the band finds a more personal voice. “(The Silence)” is an ambient whispered wraith of a thing, “Forget The Credits” impressively mopey slowcore. bdrmm don’t always transcend their influences, but this debut is an atmospheric treat if your taste runs to the darker end of the musical buffet.

Andrew Forell

Circulatory System — Circulatory System (Elephant 6 Recording Co.)

Circulatory System by Circulatory System

Nearly 20 years after its initial release, the excellent eponymous debut album by Will Cullen Hart’s psychedelic chamber-pop band Circulatory System gets a long overdue vinyl reissue. While his previous project, the undeniably great Olivia Tremor Control, tended to lean more towards classic psych-pop’s traditional tropes — hard-panned drums, loads of disorientating tape effects, wonky harmonized vocals — Circulatory System taps into something utterly uncanny. Both Signal Morning (2009) and Mosaics Within Mosaics (2014) have their moments, but this is front-to-back brilliant, conjuring a sublime atmosphere of reflective estrangement. The music is a thick, grainy soup of shimmering instrumentation, from the eerie (“Joy,” “Now,” “Should a Cloud Replace a Compass?”) to the joyful (“Yesterday’s World,” “The Lovely Universe,” “Waves of Bark and Light”), but part of the album’s magic is the way everything flows into a seamless whole. As is vinyl’s tendency, the rhythm section really comes alive here, the fuzz bass and tom-heavy drum parts booming out, with plenty of vivid details in the mix swimming into view. A worthy reissue of an essential album.

Tim Clarke

Cloud Factory — #1 (Howlin’ Banana)

Cloud Factory #1 by Cloud Factory

Cloud Factory, from Toulouse, France, overlays the serrated edges of garage pop with a serene dream-pop drift. It’s an appealing mix of hard and soft, like being pummeled to death by pillows or threatened gunpoint by a teddy bear. “Amnesia,” for instance, erupts in a vicious, sawed off, trouble-making bass line, then soars from there in untroubled female vocals. Later, “No Data,” punches hard with raw percussion, then lays on a liquid, lucid guitar line that encourages middle-distance staring. None of these songs really up the ante with memorable melodies, sharp words or that intangible R’NR energy that distinguishes great punk rock from the so so. Not loud, not soft, not great, not bad. Cloud Factory resides in the indeterminant middle.

Jennifer Kelly

Entry — Detriment (Southern Lord)

Detriment by Entry

Nuthin fancy here, folks. Just eight songs — plus a flexing, fuzzing intro — of American hardcore punk. Entry has been grinding away for a few years now, and Detriment doesn’t advance much past the musical terrain the band marked off on the No Relief 7-inch (2016). That’s OK. The essential formula is time tested: d-beat rhythms, overdriven amps and Sara G.’s ferocious vocals delivering the necessary affect. That would be: pissed off, just this side of hopeless. Detriment sounds like what might happen if Poison Idea (c. 1988) stumbled into a seminar on Riot Grrrl; after everyone got tired of beating the living shit out of one another, they’d make some songs. “Selective Empathy” is pretty representative. Big riffs, a breakdown, and more than enough throaty yelling to let you know that you’re in some trouble. You might recognize the sound of Clayton Stevens’ guitar from his work with Touché Amoré — but maybe it’s better if you don’t. This isn’t music for mopery. Watch out for the spit, snot and blood, and flip the record.

Jonathan Shaw

Equiknoxx — VF Live: Equiknoxx (The Vinyl Factory)

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There’s nothing like a little roots music to get you through the sweltering summer heat, and this early July mix by Gavin “Gavsborg” Blair (half of forward-thinking Kingston dancehall unit Equiknoxx) was a personal favorite of the past month for hitting that spot. The group tends to throw curveballs at the genres it tinkers with, and Blair’s mix highlights why they’re so good at it: The crates run deep. Spanning everything from legendary producer and DJ Prince Jazzbo to in-house music fresh out the box (e.g., “Did Not Make This For Jah_9” was released in late May), Blair sets the mood and educates you along the way. Like everything else these cats do (and that includes the NTS show — support your independent radio station!), it’s hard not to give the highest recommendation.

Patrick Masterson

Ezra Feinberg — Recumbent Speech (Related States)

Recumbent Speech by Ezra Feinberg

Knowing that Ezra Feinberg is a practicing psychoanalyst, it’s tempting to read meaning into the name of his second solo album. But be careful to think twice about the meaning you perceive and ask yourself, is it the product of Feinberg on the couch or your own projection? His choice to name one of the record’s six instrumentals (there are voices, but no words) “Letter To My Mind” certainly suggests that there’s an internal dialogue at work, but the music feels most like a layered deployment of good ideas than an exchange of intrapsychic forces. The synthesizers shimmer and cycle like something from a mid-1970s Cluster record, resting upon a pillow of vibraphone and electric piano tones, which in turn billow under the influence of undulating layers of drums. Feinberg’s guitar leads are bright and pithy, like something Pat Metheny might come up with if he knew he was going to have to pay a steep price for every note he played. Ah, but there I go, projecting an implication of adversary process where there may be none. Might it be that Feinberg, having spent a full work week immersed in the psychic conflicts of others, wants to lay back on the couch and exhale? If so, this album is an apt companion.

Bill Meyer

Honey Radar — Sing the Snow Away: The Chunklet Years (Chunklet)

Sing the Snow Away: The Chunklet Years by Honey Radar

Jason Henn of Honey Radar has a solid claim at being his generation’s Bob Pollard, a prolific, absurdist songwriter, who tosses off hooky melodies as if channeling them from the spirit world. His least polished material glints with melody hidden beneath banks of fuzz, whispery and fragile on records, but surprisingly muscular in his rocking live shows. This 28-song compilation assembles the singles, splits, EPs and bonus tracks Henn recorded for Chunklet between 2015 and the present; it would be a daunting amount of material except that it goes down like cotton candy, sweet, airy, colorful and gone before you know it. Like the Kinks, Henn has a way of making strident rock and roll hooks sound wistful and dreamy. In “Lilac Pharmacy,” guitar lines rip and buck and roar, but from a distance, hardly disrupting Henn’s placid murmur. “Medium Mary Todd” ratchets up the tension a bit, with a tangled snarl of lick and swagger, but the vocals edge towards quiet whimsy a la Sic Alps; a second version runs a bit hotter, rougher and more electric, while a third, recorded at WFMU, gives an inkling of the Honey Radar concert experience. A couple of fine covers — of the Fall’s early rant “Middle Class Revolt” and of the Monkees rarity “Wind-Up Man”— suggest the fine, loamy soil that Henn’s art grows out of, while alternate versions of half a dozen tracks hint at the various forms his ideas can take. It’s a wonderful overview of Honey Radar so far, though let’s hope it’s not a career retrospective. Henn has a bunch of records left to make yet if he wants to edge out Pollard.

Jennifer Kelly

Iron Wigs — Your Birthday’s Cancelled (Mello Music Group)

Your Birthday's Cancelled by IRON WIGS

As an adjective, “goofy” had gotten a bad rep in hip hop. Anything that is unusual, inventive and not in line with “keeping it real” is immediately stigmatized as goofy, weird, nerdy and bad. Iron Wigs is goofy but hold the pejorative connotations. Chicago representatives Vic Spencer and Verbal Kent team up here with Sonnyjim from the UK to do some wild rhyming. They collaborated before, but Your Birthday’s Cancelled is a complete, fully fleshed project, masterfully executed from start to finish. Instead of the usual gun busting you get a fist in the ribs. Instead of drug slinging, a blunt to activate your rhymes. Each member of the group has a distinctive delivery which makes you to listen carefully for every verse, no skipping. It’s a relief to listen to rap artists who don’t pretend they’re out in the streets while they’re at home enjoying a favorite TV series. The standout track here is “Bally Animals & Rugbys” with Roc Marciano dropping by for a verse.

Ray Garraty

Levinson / Mahlmeister — Shores (Trouble In Mind)

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Jamie Levinson and Donny Mahlmeister’s Bandcamp page indicates that they’re based in Oak Park, a suburb of Chicago. This goes further towards explaining their association with Trouble in Mind Records, which is located in the same county, than their music, which brings to mind something much further north. The duo’s music is mostly electronic, with modular synthesizers setting the pulse and sweeping the pitch spectrum while lap steel guitar adds flourishes and a shruti box thickens the textures. The album is split into two, with each track — one is named “Ascend,” the other “Release” — taking up one side of a 50-minute cassette. The first side trundles steadily onwards, and the second seems to bask in a glow to that never totally fades. Since there’s no “Descend,” it’s easy to imagine this music sound tracking a drive into the Canadian north, the journey unspooling under a sky that never darkens, its progress towards Hudson Bay unhindered by other traffic or turns in the road. Perhaps that’s just one listener’s fantasy of easy social distancing and escape from the present’s grim digital glare into a retro-futurist, analog dream. But in dreams we’re free to fly without being seated next to some knucklehead with his mask over his eyes instead of his mouth, so dream on, dreamers. This tape is volume one of the Explorers Series, Trouble in Mind’s projected program of limited edition cassette releases.

Bill Meyer

Klara Lewis — Ingrid (Editions Mego)

Klara Lewis’s latest recording shows a narrowing of focus. Previously she seemed to be trying ideas and methods on for size, investigating ambient electronics or hinting at pop melody without completely committing. Given the approach to music modeled by her father, Graham Lewis of Wire and Dome, she probably does not feel the need to do just one thing, and that’s a healthy angle if one wants to stay interested and flexible. But there’s also something to be said for really digging into an idea, and that’s what she has done here. Ingrid is a one-track, one-sided 12.” Burrowing further into one-ness, it is made from one looped cello phrase, which gets filtered and distorted on each pass. The effect suggests decay, but not so much the gradual transformation of a William Basinski piece as the pitiless abrasion of a woodworker going over a plank with sander. The combination of repetition and coarsening hits a spot closer to one that Tony Conrad might reach, and that’s an itch worth scratching.

Bill Meyer

Luis Lopes Humanization 4tet — Believe, Believe (Clean Feed)

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The cruel economics of contemporary creative music-making favor an ensemble like Humanization 4tet. At a minimum, the filial Texan rhythm section of Stefan and Aaron Gonzalez (drums and bass respectively) and Lisbon-based duo of Rodrigo Amado (tenor saxophone) and Luís Lopes can each count on having the other half of a band on the other side of the Atlantic. But any project that’s on its fourth record in a dozen years has more going for it than the chance to save on plane tickets. For the Portuguese musicians, it’s an opportunity to feel an unabashedly high-energy force at their backs, as well as a chance to drink from a deep well of harmolodic blues. And for the Gonzalez brothers, it’s the reward of being the absolute right guys for the job; it has to be a gas to know that the heft they put into their swing is so deeply appreciated. While Lopes’ name remains up front, everyone contributes compositions, and everyone gives their all on every tune.

Bill Meyer

Joanna Mattrey — Veiled (Relative Pitch)

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This solo CD, which closely follows a collaborative cassette on Astral Spirits, is only the second recording with Joanna Mattrey’s name on the spine. But Mattrey is no newcomer. The New England Conservatory-trained violist has been playing straight and pop gigs for a while. If you caught Chance the Rapper on Saturday Night Live, Cuddle Magic with strings or a host of classical gigs around New York City, you’ve seen her. But if black dress and heels gigs pay her bills, improvised music nourishes her heart. And if sounds raw enough to scrape the roof of the world nourish yours, this album is new food. The premise of Veiled is finding veins of concealed beauty concealed, and that search impels Mattrey to tune her viola to sound like a horse-haired Tuvan fiddle, clamp objects to the strings and blast her signal through some satisfyingly filthy amplification. And whether it’s a slender tune or a complex texture, the reward is always there.

Bill Meyer

Angel Olsen — “Whole New Mess” single (Jagjaguwar)

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Everyone processes a breakup differently (though, to be fair, that’s probably less true now than ever). For Angel Olsen in 2018, it meant retreating to The Unknown, a century-old church in Anacortes, Washington, that Mount Eerie’s Phil Elverum and producer Nicholas Wilbur made into a recording studio. What ultimately came from those sessions was All Mirrors, but Whole New Mess is a chance to revisit that album (fully nine of these 11 songs are ones you’ve heard before; only the title-track and “Waving, Smiling” are new) in a more intimate framework — just Angel, a guitar, a mic and her reverberant heartache. The most cynical view to be taken here is that it’s a stopgap capitalizing on people’s vulnerability amid a pandemic quarantine, but it could also be a corrective for the bloat of All Mirrors, a record I listened to once and haven’t thought about since. Late Björkian excess doesn’t suit her nearly as well as the light touch delivered herein, and your interest will similarly hinge on how much Whole New Mess sounds like the old one.

Patrick Masterson

Ono — Red Summer (American Dreams)

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Ono, the long-running noise-punk-poetry-protest project headed by P Michael Grego and travis, tackles the Red Summer of 1919, evoking the brutal race riots that erupted as soldiers returned from World War I. During that summer, conflicts raged from Chicago to the deep south, as white supremacists rioted against newly empowered returning Black veterans and an increased number of Black factory workers employed in America’s northern factories. Ono captures the violence—and its links to contemporary race-based conflicts—in an abstract and visionary style, with travis declaiming against an agitated froth of avant garde sound. “A Dream of Sodomy” lurches and rolls in funk-punk bravado, as travis declaims all the nightmarish scenarios that haunt his nocturnal hours, while “Coon” natters rhythmically across a fever-lit foundation of hand-drums, mosquito buzz and flute. “26 June 1919” wanders through a blasted, rioting landscape, sounds buzzing and pinging and roaring around travis’ fractured poetry. “White men, red men, Manchester town, send ‘em home, Oklahoma, send ‘em home, in a Black man house, send ‘em home, send ‘em home,” he chants, ominously, vertiginously. The center isn’t holding, for sure. The disc closes with the uneasy truce of “Sycamore Trees,” where steam blasts of synthesizer sound rush up and around travis’ vibrating, basso verses about meeting under the sycamore trees, a metaphor like the blues and gospel and nearly all Black music is full of metaphor about reuniting in a better place. Powerful.

Jennifer Kelly

Julian Taylor — The Ridge (Howling Turtle, Inc.)

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Singer-songwriter Julian Taylor does the little things well. That's not to say that he doesn't do the obvious things well, too, on his latest release The Ridge. His easy voice fits his songs, letting autobiography come with comfortable phrasing. As a writer, he tends toward the straightforward, avoiding extended metaphors or oblique references. The title track considers a particular form of life, and Taylor sticks to the tangible, singing about the stable, “Shovel manure, clean their beds, and prepare the feed for the day.” Taylor's songs make sense of the immediate world and relationships around him, but they avoid woolgathering. The album feels a bit removed from the current climate, but that's no complaint when Taylor's developed a welcoming place to visit. It isn't always easy here, but it's always companionable.

But back to those little things. Each song has carefully detailed orchestration and production. The record goes down easy whether tending toward James Taylor, Cat Stevens or something closer to country, and much of that easiness comes from the precise placement of every note. Burke Carroll's pedal steel, for instance, never exists for its own sake, but to serve the lyric that Taylor sings. The album contains enough space to feel like a rural Canadian ridge, with details drawn into to support Taylor's direct stories. The Ridge could easily go unnoticed (unobtrusiveness not being a highly rewarded trait), but its subtlety and care make it worth taking your boots off and sitting down for a minute.

Justin Cober-Lake

Various Artists — For a Better Tomorrow (Garden Portal)

For A Better Tomorrow by Various Artists

Compilation albums loom large in the American Primitive Guitar realm. Takoma, Tompkins Square and Locust all had larger ambitions than merely offering a sampling of wares, and to them, Garden Portal says, “hold my beer. I’ve got some collecting and playing to do.” For A Better Tomorrow started out as a Bernie Sanders fundraising endeavor. But when Bernie bailed and COVID-19 came on the scene, Garden Portal pivoted to support Athens Mutual Aid Network, an umbrella organization that coordinates aid to the underserved in this trying time. But in addition to good works, there’s some good work going on here. Not all of it is guitar-centric, but even the tracks that aren’t are close enough to the strings and heart template of the aforementioned parties to merit consideration under the same rubric. Joseph Allred’s been ultra-productive recently, so it’s actually helpful to be reminded of the spirit that infuses his playing by listening to it one track at a time. Rob Noyes’ “Diminished” takes the listener on a deep dive into the construction of sentiment and sound. And Will Csorba’s Pelt-like blast of fiddle drone, “Requiem for Ociel Guadalupe Martinez,” will put your hair up high enough to make that self-inflicted quarantine do a bit easier to execute.

Bill Meyer

Various Artists — The Storehouse Presents (The Storehouse)

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The coronavirus pandemic put the brakes on many things. You doubtless have your own list of loss, but for the proprietors of The Storehouse, the catalog of things kissed goodbye directly corresponds to their endeavor’s inventory of reasons to be. Over the past few years, the Storehouse has invited audiences out to a West Michigan farmhouse to enjoy a potluck meal and a concert played by some musicians of note. If there had been no lockdown, listeners could have enjoyed the Sun Ra Arkestra last April. Instead, no one’s playing, and no one’s getting paid, so the Storehouse has compiled this set of live and exclusive studio tracks to sell on Bandcamp in order to benefit the musicians and the Music Maker Relief Foundation. The cause, is good, but so are the tunes. Want to hear Steve Gunn and William Tyler in sympathetic orbit? Or Joan Shelley pledging her love? Or the first hints of Mind Over Mirrors’ new direction? Step right this way, preferably on one of 2020’s first Fridays.

Bill Meyer

Z-Ro — Rohammad Ali (1 Deep Entertainment / Empire)

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On one of his previous tracks, Z-Ro admitted that he’s basically just writing the same song over and over again (that’s how meta he is now, writing songs on writing songs). While he exaggerated a bit, he was not that far from the truth. In the last half dozen years he’s been writing the same three or four songs in various combinations, reconfigurations and forms. Rohammad Ali follows the same template: haters hate him, but he’s OK and is counting his money. Multiply this by 17, and here is the album. Despite this self-cannibalizing (lots of poets did that), Z-Ro with every new album sounds fresh and far from tired. The self-repeats just fuel him. Rohammad Ali has only one rap guest, and it’s Shaquille O’Neal whose rap career didn’t jump off in the 1990s. A lack of guests only proves that Z-Ro can self-sustain without support from the outside. The only thing from the outside he needs is hate.

Ray Garraty

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thatgirlintheaudience · 5 years ago

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Hadestown

Hadestown- August 8, 2019

I really enjoyed the opening of this show. The whole cast just comes on stage and Andre De Shields just commands attention with his presence. He holds the audience in the palm of his hands. The introductions of each character is really fun and the audience was really responsive. The whole cast just looks at Andre and it’s just a really unique way to begin a show, similar to Rent.

When Orpheus was introduced and the spotlight shone on Reeve and he sang lala, my heart was like ahhh! Orpheus and Hermes’ relationship is so cute and Reeve does such a good job of displaying Orpheus’ optimism and innocence.

I just love Orpheus and Eurydice’s relationship and Reeve and Eva so just get ready for me to gush over them, but, when Eurydice questions why she should marry Orpheus and Hermes goes “he’ll make you feel alive”, and Eurydice says, “that’s worth a lot” -that is one of my favorite lines for some reason. I just love how Eurydice has had this hard life and she’s kind of jaded because of it and doesn't see the way the world could be like Orpheus does and they’re just so cute together because of it.

Wedding Song is so catchy and is just an amazing song that shows the contrast in Orpheus and Eurydice’s characters. Eurydice questions how they could ever have a wedding while Orpheus explains how it could be possible and once Orpheus creates the flower, Eurydice begins to believe and joins in singing with him. And then when Orpheus sings the song and he walks over these tables and then all of a sudden the carnation (I think) appears, like wow. This show just makes me believe in love.

All the Epics are beautiful and uh yeah Reeve’s voice is otherworldly. I think that’s the one word I would use. I find his voice so unique and just so haunting and enchanting.

Livin’ it Up on Top was so amazing. Amber Gray is such a star. Her acting and attitude and dancing was just so effortless. Plus she had the best costumes. The dancing in this number was also great and I’m so glad the ensemble of this show is getting the recognition they deserve because they really are an integral part. They were lifted up from the bottom to the top of the stage and they were all curled up in a ball and it took me a minute to realize it was actual people. And when it’s Orpheus’ turn and he goes “To the world we dream about and the one we live in now” and there’s a moment of silence and the he stomps his foot in silence and goes, “right now we’re livin it” and the chorus and band joins in, WOW.

I could write an essay about All I’ve Ever Known. This is definitely one of my favorite Broadway love duets. It’s nice to see the transformation in Eurydice as she grapples with these feelings and grapples with having to need someone besides herself. And Eva’s handstand over Reeve, wow. When Orpheus holds Eurydice and sings “and suddenly I’m holding the world in my arms” that moment is beautiful and honestly breathtaking.

Patrick Page’s entrance as Hades and his first line just makes me laugh because of that Live w/Kelly and Ryan performance. Anyway, when Eurydice sings “kind of makes you wonder how it feels” and Orpheus runs and wraps his arms around her. There’s also another part where Orpheus puts himself in between Hades and Eurydice. He’s just so protective of her! Then at the the end of Way Down Hadestown, Eva belts “way down” and it was great.

Biggest shout out to the turn table and the lift and the band. I swear to god, every show should add a turn table. It just adds so much drama, I love it. I believe they use the turntable during the Chant reprise. And they use the lift for transportation to the Underworld.

When Orpheus says “the gods have forgotten the song of their love” oh snap, that’s when stuff begins. I also did not even realize how relevant this show is to current times. I mean, Persephone complaining about the climate of Hadestown saying, “it ain’t right and it ain’t natural.” And Why We Build the Wall is pretty self explanatory. And just the power of art and music to change the ways of a powerful ruler, like wow.

Hey, Little Songbird is creepy and Hades knows that Eurydice will appreciate the things about Hadestown that Persephone hates about it.

THE FATES. When the Chips Are Down. These harmonies. Not to mention, they’re just so cool. Jewelle, Yvette and Kay are amazing. “You get a knife in the back” is my favorite part.

When Orpheus sings “til the end of time, til the end of the earth” that’s love. When Hermes begins Wait For Me, I was just like ahh it’s happening, I’m not ready. I also love the backing vocals in this song and the Fates’ part is so good and just dark. The lights swinging out over the audience was amazing and the ensemble has lights on their heads. And Reeve Carney did not get Tony nominated for this role, people! Why??? Just for this number alone.

The a capella part in Why We Build the Wall is powerful.

Act 2:

Persephone saying, “step into my office” is amazing. “There’s a crack in the WAAAALLLL.” Enough said.

Flowers was so sad and emotional. This song is lyrically brilliant: “Dreams are sweet until they're not/ Men are kind until they aren't/ Flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart.” Love this line.

If it’s True is sad as Orpheus feels despaired at losing Eurydice but it’s also powerful as the workers can hear Orpheus and agree to be on his side. I think the turn table was used for this.

Amber Gray was amazing in How Long? as her frustration builds up with Hades and she tries to fight for Orpheus. Chant reprise into Epic 3 was the highlight of the show along with Wait For Me. The use of the turn table in Chant reprise is absolutely amazing. I believe it was this part where Persephone was walking around the tun table looking exhausted and Hades looked at her, while Orpheus and Eurydice stared at each other.

In Epic 3, Orpheus stands in the middle and gets lifted up as the music builds up. I thought “where is the treasure inside of your chest?” a brilliant line. The room is absolutely silent as Hades and Persephone sing their lalalas. Hades and Persephone's dance was beautiful and the music they play just sounds like spring beginning, it sounds like sunshine.

Promises is so beautiful and Orpheus and Eurydice are just so trusting of each other which makes this ending so much sadder. When Eurydice says “take me home” it’s like wow, she has finally found a home where she feels happy and safe. Everything Orpheus says to Eurydice applies to her worries, especially when he says “I’ll walk beside you any way the wind blows.”

And again the Fates are so good in Word to the Wise.

Wait for Me reprise is amazing, especially when the Fates reprise their lines from Wait For Me to Orpheus. Eva’s belt is real and it’s brilliant.

Doubt Comes In is really sad because unlike in Wait For Me, Orpheus is insecure and doubtful about making it out. It’s really heartbreaking when he says, “I used to see the way the world could be, but now the way it is is all I see” because we love Orpheus because of his optimistic quality he has that very few posses. And it’s really sad when he compares himself to Hades because he doubts his ability to compete against someone with that much power when Orpheus has so many valuable qualities. And when Reeve sings “is this a trap?” oof. And it’s just a switch of personality because all of a sudden Orpheus is doubtful and Eurydice is optimistic about making it. So when Orpheus turns around it is devastating. The break and emotion in their voices as they say each others’ names is just gahhh. Eurydice literally drops to her knees and covers her face as she sobs and gets taken down to Hadestown. Orpheus drops to his knees and watches her go down and stays there with the saddest look on his face for a few minutes.

When Hermes says, “it’s a tragedy” woah. and then he says, “but we sing it anyway.” Wow! It’s such a full circle moment, this show. I don’t know what instrument it is, I wanna say a trumpet, but the trumpet in Road to Hell reprise gives it such a hopeful quality. It gives me a new dawn/ day vibe.

So they do curtain call and then they sing We Raise Our Cups. Amber looks straight ahead at the audience and says “good night brother” and then she raises her glass and goes “good night.” And just that moment was so good.

So if you can’t tell I really enjoyed this show and I hope you enjoyed reading this!

#hadestown #theater review #reeve carney #eva noblezada #amber gray #patrick page #andre de shields #orpheus #eurydice #persephone

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benisasoftboi · 5 years ago

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A Very Serious Pokemon Theory

A while ago I wrote a 2,406 word essay about Pokémon Live! that I thought no one would read. And then, apparently, a few people actually did read it. I found this incredibly flattering - and have also taken it as a challenge to write something even more niche and completely unnecessary.

I will therefore be attempting to convince you of my theory that Pokemon Live! (the Pokemon live-action stage musical) and the Pokemon Christmas Bash music album actually take place in the same universe - one that is more similar to our own than any other in the franchise. My explanation will include reference to the American military, Jesus, politics, infinite multiverses, and the Broadway musical The Book of Mormon. I feel that I should warn for very frequent reference to homophobia, as well as a brief reference to something that could be seen as anti-Semitic. Also, someone will get a Tony Award at the end.

If any of that intrigues, please read on.

The Works In Question

I’m going to briefly explain what Pokemon Live! and Pokemon Christmas Bash are - the initiated can feel free to skip down to the next section if they want.

Pokemon Live! was a live action Pokemon musical that toured in the US from September 2000 to January 2001. It is best known among Pokemon fans for including a subplot that revealed that Ash’s mother and Giovanni dated, possibly implying that Giovanni is Ash’s father - leading to an incredible showdown between Ash and Giovanni where Giovanni, no joke, taunts Ash (a child) by implying that he slept with Ash’s mother, and then follows that up by telling him that nice guys finish last.

Outside of Pokemon fandom, it is mostly known because the character of James was played by a young Andrew Rannells. Rannells would go on to be a very successful Broadway and television actor. One of the things he’s best known for is originating the role of Elder Price in the musical The Book of Mormon. He has, as of writing, been personally nominated for two Tonys, but won neither. This will be relevant later.

Pokemon Live! can be watched for free on YouTube, albeit in very poor quality. It follows Ash trying to win a ‘Diamond Badge’, which is actually a ruse by Giovanni to train his (~mechanical marrrrrvel~) Mecha Mewtwo. It’s a really fun, bizarre ride, because there’s something weirdly earnest about it - like the creators were genuinely, sincerely trying to make a good musical. They did not succeed. It’s a dumpster fire. But a glorious one.

Pokemon Christmas Bash is an album released at Christmas 2001. It features 10 Pokemon themed Christmas songs, some of which are covers of existing songs, and others which are entirely original. The singers are all members of the 4Kids anime cast. Most of the songs are hilarious, and it’s obvious that everyone was having fun with the whole thing (contrasting Pokemon Live!, which was apparently absolute hell to work on).

Fun fact, at least one of the songs was written by Eric Stuart, James’s original English voice actor (unless you want to get anal about it, in which case I’m talking about James’s second voice actor, following Ted Lewis, who did all of seven episodes versus Stuart’s hundreds). All in all, there’s not a lot else to say about it (for now). It can all be listened to online, but a physical copy will set you back a hundred dollars or so.

Both Pokemon Live! and Pokemon Christmas Bash are American-made entries into the franchise, and are therefore considered non-canon by most fans. I find this attitude very boring, especially since the Generation 6 games established Pokemon to exist in an infinite multiverse rather than just one fictional universe with one canon. There’s no reason these two can’t exist in their own bizarro canon universe, far away from the rest of the franchise - and I am now going to begin presenting my theory.

The Weirdest Line In Pokemon Live!

Pokemon Live! is filled with strange moments. Mewtwo Ex Machina. Team Rocket on scooters. Brock stopping the entire plot to sing and dance about his polyamorous inclinations towards much older women.

But the strangest (to me) is when James references Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. By name. Seriously, here’s the quote:

Well yeah, but where does [Mecha Mewtwo] stand on campaign finance reform, social security, and Don’t Ask Don’t Tell?

Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, for the unfamiliar, was America’s policy regarding gay and bisexual individuals serving in the military, instituted in 1994, and repealed in 2011. The policy basically meant that if you wanted to serve, you had to stay in the closet - but also no one could harass or try to out you. In other words - ‘it’s okay that you’re having gay thoughts, so long as you never act upon them’. (Was that an inappropriate time to make a reference? Can’t be more inappropriate than referencing Don’t Ask Don’t Tell in a Pokemon musical, surely...)

I talked about the meta-level homophobic implications of this line last time, but here, we’re looking at this from an in-universe perspective. It raises important questions.

This must mean Pokemon Live! takes place in Pokemon America, as opposed to the Pokemon Very-Loosely-Japan that we see in the anime and games. So if there is a Pokemon American military, what other American staples are there Pokemon versions of?

So why is there homophobia in this version of the Pokemon universe? No other Pokemon universe has homophobia (sidenote, is it not a little bit darkly funny that the most homophobic piece of Pokemon media is the musical?). In fact, most other Pokemon universes are kind of progressive, if anything - very equal opportunity regardless of race, gender, nation regionality.

Pokemon Christmas Bash has us covered.

Nobody Don’t Like Christmas

Everything we need to know comes from the fourth song on this album - ‘Nobody Don’t Like Christmas’.

This song is sung entirely by Meowth, and well. Look. Maddie Blaustein was a very talented voice actress. Perhaps she was also a good singer when not doing the Meowth voice, I don’t know.

But Meowth should not sing. Singing and Meowth do not go together. No one should have heard that voice and thought ‘let’s give that character a song’. It happened in the anime as well, and it’s the worst part of an otherwise great episode.

If you can look past the grating vocals, though, this song is incredible. The whole thing is a three minute diss track for every non-Christmas holiday, going everywhere from shaming the dateless on Valentine’s Day, to pointing out that Thanksgiving isn’t all that fun for the turkeys, to just straight up declaring St. Patrick’s Day to be dull.

But there are three important lines here to consider.

The first is my personal favourite line in the whole song.

The Fourth of July / Can be a real drag / If you can’t get no one to salute your flag

Firstly, I love that Meowth is offering the warning that patriotism can only go so far and that eventually citizens’ blind loyalty to country will evaporate if given sufficient reason, leaving celebration of said country hollow and meaningless. A bold choice for Christmas 2001. Not to mention a necessary message for today.

More importantly though, this suggests that these songs might be being sung by specifically American versions of the main cast. The Fourth of July is a holiday only an American would reference in a song like this, as no other country celebrates it - it definitely wouldn’t come up if they were, say, British, for example (in that case, would probably mention Guy Fawkes Night instead). Even more unlikely if they’re Japanese.

However - it’s worth remembering that Meowth is actually canonically American (he is from Hollywood), meaning it isn’t unreasonable for him to make this reference. This is where line number two comes into play.

Memorial Day is a day to forget!

That’s right, everyone.

Meowth hates the troops.

It’s true. Why else would he dismiss this holiday?

But why does Meowth hate the troops?

We return to Pokemon Live! for answers.

Pokemon and the American Military

Interestingly enough, these are not the only franchise entries that mention the American military. Gym Leader Lt. Surge was explicitly described to be an American soldier in the early games (also fun but not really relevant fact, his anime counterpart shares his English voice actress with Meowth - if him having a voice actress seems odd, the explanation is that Blaustein was a trans woman, and so mostly played male roles as they suited her voice better).

Real world locations have been gradually phased out as the franchise has continued, and later games implied that he is now from Unova, the region based on America.

Meowth never seemed to have a problem with Surge in the anime, suggesting that in that version, he does not hate the troops. So what’s different in Christmas Bash?

There’s only one explanation.

Remember, Pokemon Live! establishes the existence of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. Also remember - James and Meowth are good friends. And James is gay.

What? That’s always been ambiguous, you say?

Go watch Pokemon Live! and tell me that version of James isn’t gay. Watch one scene with him in it. Go watch it and then tell me that man is straight. Go and do it. You can’t. Pokemon Live! James is gay as Christmas.

Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is a policy that discriminates against gay people. James may not be a soldier, but it still does reflect social attitudes towards discrimination, and so is something he would likely oppose on general principle. And as James’s friend, Meowth would likely do the same.

Meowth hates the troops because he is an ally.

And so we have our definitive connection. This also confirms that we are in America in both entries.

Probably Blasphemy

So what’s the third important line then?

Who wants to go through all that Yom Kippuren?

A reference to Yom Kippur. This is a Jewish holiday that I do not feel equipped to explain, due to my definitely not being Jewish, but I understand it to be extremely important in the Jewish faith.

Essentially saying that it’s too tedious in a song about how great Christmas is doesn’t seem like a great look, 4Kids, just saying. I doubt it was done maliciously but like... still.

However, this confirmation of the existence of Judaism confirms something much bigger - the existence of religion. Another American staple!

Up until now, this has been ambiguous. Sure, we’ve been referencing Christmas all this time, but there have been no references to Christ, so we could assume that Christmas is a secular holiday with a weird name. It’s already somewhat secular in the real world - my family couldn’t get less religious and we celebrate it. But if there is Judaism, it is totally reasonable to assume there is Christianity. And that opens a whole floodgate.

So firstly, this finally gives us an explanation for where Pokemon Don’t Ask Don’t Tell probably came from! After all, which religion is most associated with homophobia in real-world America? (No hate towards non-homophobic Christians, just for the record, but like... this is a problem, to put it mildly). So this further solidifies the connection, putting them in the same universe.

Plus, the song ends with Meowth stating that he actually hates Christmas! So Meowth is again being an ally - he’s just, like, the kind that takes it really, really far and maybe needs to chill just a little?

Secondly, this makes a certain line from another song on Pokemon Christmas Bash even funnier, where Brock replaces the beginning of the hymn Joy To The World with:

Nurse Joy is a girl / She sure is fun / But I like Jenny too!

Because this means that covering that song with those lyrics isn’t just kind of inappropriate out-of-universe, it’s also inappropriate in-universe!

But what’s really messing with me is the hundreds of new questions Pokemon Christianity raises. How do they reconcile Arceus with God? Is God in this universe a metal goat, or do they coexist? Was there Pokemon Jesus? I’m not sure I’m okay with Pokemon Jesus. If there is Pokemon Jesus, did Pokemon help with the crucifixion (the Timburr line seem like they’d have been helpful)? Or was Jesus like, a baby Arceus, and therefore probably quite difficult to crucify? Is there Pokemon Heaven? Is there Pokemon Hell? How do the Pokemon Christians feel about Mr. Mime, who is clearly an insult to God? What is a Pokemon church service like? Are there different sects of Pokemon Christianity? Were there Pokemon religious wars? Are there Pokemon Catholics? Pokemon Protestants? Pokemormons???

I don’t like this.

And here’s another question.

Remember how I mentioned how Andrew Rannells played James? And how he also originated Elder Price in Book of Mormon?

Well. Here’s the thing.

Pokemormons are a very real possibility. If there is Christianity, and also America, then it wouldn’t be unlikely for them to exist in this universe.

However, we have determined that this is one universe, and therefore, James and Andrew Rannells cannot coexist. Only James exists in this universe.

So who first played Elder Price in The Book of Pokemormon?

Okay, So, Full Disclosure, This Is Basically Just My Fanfiction Now, But the Sunk Cost Fallacy Says You’ll Probably Stick Around Since You’ve Already Read Over 2,000 Words Of This Nonsense By This Point, and I’m Going to Take Advantage of That

I think it was James.

I think James went on to start a Broadway career. I think he was in an unlicensed Karate Kid musical, and was Tall in Jersey Boys, and then wound up as Elder Price. I think he did a great job. I think he got nominated for a Tony when award season came round, along with lots of other people involved with The Book of Pokemormon.

But he didn’t win it. Norbert Leo Butz won it for Catch Me If You Can (I had to look that up, was planning on changing it to a Pokemon-joke title - but what do you know, it already has one. Serendipity!).

James no longer has a Broadway career. But he does have a Tony.

He stole it.

Because here’s the thing - Team Rocket are actually pretty good at crime when Ash and Co. aren’t around. Remember that one time they stole an entire stadium?

They could have literally stolen the whole show, but instead they just stole one thing - that Tony Award. And so James now has an award for Best Actor in a Musical, as well as the unofficial award for Most Extra Thing Ever Done At The Tonys.

James disappears, but his legacy remains. In this universe, all Elder Prices have lavender hair - fans reject any Price who tries to avoid this.

Meanwhile, Jessie, James and Meowth sail off into the sunset in their balloon. James is happy. Don’t Ask Don’t Tell will be repealed soon. He will have a chat with Meowth about overzealous allyship, though he appreciates it all the same. He smiles at his friend Jessie and takes her hand. Christmas is a long way off, but he can’t help but be excited all of a sudden. He’ll spend it with his family - Jessie, Meowth, and now, his stolen Tony Award.

In the meantime, they’ll do what they love best.

Be gay and do crime.

What Have We Learnt?

This is the most homophobic Pokemon universe we know of

It’s also a universe where everything is set in America

Meowth is surprisingly politically aware

Meowth hates the troops

There was a Pokemon Jesus

4Kids maybe should have hired some sensitivity readers

James from Pokemon possesses more Tony Awards than Andrew Rannells

I have way too much free time

Anyway, this was 2,698 words long and a terrible use of literally everyone’s time. It is rambly and extremely self-indulgent and goes off on countless tangents and you could probably poke like ten holes in it without trying. Please don’t take any of this seriously. It’s now 4 AM. Thank you and goodnight.

#pokemon #pokemon live #pokemon christmas bash #james pokemon #meowth #meowth pokemon #pokemon theory #pokemon anime #bom #andrew rannells #long post #long essays about niche topics #please don't hate me

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welovelofi · 5 years ago

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Christmas is upon us and we brought you presents. Another round of Loves Me / Loves Me Not, with a little extra candy to last you through the holidays. Lets commence:

Neighbours Burning Neighburs - Grace

https://soundcloud.com/neighboursburningneighbours/grace

What better bandname to start off the holidays edition than this by Dutch punkrockers? It’s a perfect outfit to fill that void you’ve had in your soul ever since Sonic Youth was no more. This tune of theirs will instantly take you back to the late 80′s and early 90s with all the right teenage angst to cause a riot. This band is releasing their stuff on Dutch label Subroutine, who continue to bring forth class A acts, lately they’ve released songs by The Sweet Release of Death and The Homesick. Neighbours Burning Neighbours seems a wonderful fitting addition to their brilliant roster and I can’t wait to hear more by the band.

Modesta - Violet Fields

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When you wake up after that long night and the hangovers are actually kind of nice and you’re feelin’ happy that you don’t need to have any plans for the rest of the day cause you’re too woozy to really do anything proper. This is most likely the first track on the album you should be putting on that day. It doesn’t require anything of you, but it’s gonna make you feel better about anything. If you’re going swimming, skiing or just taking a trip down the street on your electric kick-scooter - you know in a heartbeat this tune will make you look sexy no matter what you’re rocking <3

Postcards - Freediving

https://soundcloud.com/t3records/8-freediving/s-GOkJa

I really loved the Alvvays album Antisocialites that came out in 2017 - it’s a perfect testament to how you can make something as pleasant as worldly possible without giving up on aesthetics. This song by Lebanon artist Postcards is by far the song that comes the closest to capturing that same feeling, and I can only look forward to what other songs they might be releasing the next year time. They will be touring Germany in March, I would go if I was close.

Bauwaves - Early Morning Summer

https://soundcloud.com/bauwaves/early-morning-summer

This is the most gritty diy sound, I’ve heard in a long time, that is somehow also extremely pleasant to listen to - way too much distortion on everything in just the right way. Drums sounds terrible in just the right way. I’m not 100% sure how much of this was done on purpose - but the less it was the more authentic and chaotic it sounds. And this guys vocal is just fucking great! It could very well be a solo project - I’d love to find out? This is none the less as fresh as it comes. I’m keeping my eye on it for sure.

Will Wolfe - Saying Goodbye

https://soundcloud.com/manimal-vinyl/will-wolfe-saying-goodbye/s-EkYR0

Lets pretend that the 80s glam was all made up of people wearing cowboy outfits. All the same sass but everything in a “Western” bubble. Id definitely fucking go to the champagne parties being awkwardly fancy. My biggest wish would probably be to run into Will Wolfe so I could ask him how he created this world of his and how we can all learn to mix things so wonderfully for the future? until this happens I hope there’ll be some videos out by this guy and his brilliany 80′s Sassy-Western <3

Maxime. - Arm & Hammer

https://soundcloud.com/maximemakesmusic/arm-hammer

Pretty damn nice lofi bedroom tune complete with full yet shoddy midi-drums and early Bon Iver vocals. On top of this it’s just a pretty nice tune in itself which is why this little lazy monday gem should be on your playlist for when you’re feeling off. I can recommend it for laying down pretty much anywhere, on the floor at the trainstation with people rushing by or in your bathtub full of bubbles. Eyes closed or not it’s a winner.

Bled Tape - Black Ice

https://open.spotify.com/track/25VEyGNcJ3WuixjDjswdXR

Second time we have Bled Tape on here and for good reason. There’s something very very right about the lofi aesthetics, vocals drowning in everything, instruments sounding like it was just fresh out of the bedroom. The only thing I’d love to hear is the drums less midi perhaps - it has a nice vibe to it, but I’d think with just a bit more effort this could really go down a wonderful path. It’s not to keep you from wasting any time digging into this act, there’s good indication that there’s more great tunes to come. It’s like all the 90s angst are hanging onto this tune weighing it down to an almost slowmotion pace! Well done, certainly.

baklavaa - dsnylnd

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Probably one of the coolest music videos I’ve seen in a long time, the only one rivalling it would be Potty Mouth by the Malpractice> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWsJJLqndOg - a video in colab with artist Joe Pascale - I recommend you to check it out, but only after you gave this video and tune a look. To me this is nothing shy of Butthole Surfers anno 2020, the music has all the insane diy-like elements of BS and the video is the chaos of our time crammed into a 4min youtube display. I’m pretty sure Gibby Haines and the rest of the band would be proud. Just sit with this tune and video a while and realize how nice it is. Some might cast a first glance and dismiss it as too off - you’re missing out, your loss not mine.

Mother Sun - Happily Sinking Heart

https://soundcloud.com/mothersunmusic/05-happily-sinking-heart

Back to the feel good tunes of 2019, Mother Sun created a laid back tune that hints of country but without all the annoying parts of it. Like in Perfume by Patrick Süskind you get an insight into how they distilled scents, this song probably has 20 albums of bad country songs it was distilled from- It’s not that I’m hating on country it’s just there’s so much silly nonsense there with too many people that have nothing to say. I don’t really care that you went to the restaurant with Dorothy this afternoon and came home to hang out on your porch, just please have more to tell me than that Peter. But I’d venture into the world of the American south with this track on my ghettoblaster. Perhaps I’d even make a friend or two walking down the street pointing a shooting finger or two at passer-bys with a wink and a smile, I’d prefer it to happen in slowmotion, but you can’t have it all of course. Check out the tune for your monday mornings, you won’t regret it.

Nathan & Jessie - Mi Corazon

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We all know it’s not Christmas without a little love, so from us to you here’s your 2019 Christmas tune. It’s guaranteed to keep you warm even through the coldest of winters. If you’re in a remote ski-lodge somewhere in Canada with 5 feet of snow to dig yourself out of, just pop this on and you’ll be south of the American border in no time. You can thank us later, or just thank Nathan & Jessie for this wonderful Christmas classic that should be on all the damn streaming hitlists any day of december. Mariah Carey had a good run, it’s time to pass the torch Mari!

#Neighbours Burning Neighbours #Modesta #Postcards #Bauwaves #Will Wolfe #Bled Tape #Nathan & Jessie #Mother Sun #baklavaa

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i-am-grell · 6 years ago

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Here’s My Top 100 For 2018 From Spotify

And me trying to justify them! (Look, some are WIP-related, others are jams, some I really can’t explain I just got back into Glee for like a month at one point this year...) Here’s the playlist

1. From a Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins - Panic! At The Disco

Look, I just love the bouncy piano and the tuba. You can never have a bad tuba.

2. The End. - My Chemical Romance

Goes along with Chapter 8 of my WIP, Interlude, because I’m mean

3. Blank Space - I Prevail

This also goes along with Interlude from Chapter 1 - 5

4. If It Means A Lot To You - A Day To Remember

This one goes with my WIP Blood Bound (This one isn’t posted anywhere) (specifically, book 5)

5. Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes - Fall Out Boy

Another Blood Bound one (Book 7)

6. This Could Be Anywhere In The World - Alexisonfire

Interlude

7. The Curse of Curves - Cute is What We Aim For

This was going to be Interlude-related but got replaced. Still a banger

8. Disturbia - The Cab

The theme song of Dreavyn from my WIP Aaron Being Normal and if anyone has any tips on how to control a chaotic bisexual OC please let me know

9. Jumpsuit - Twenty One Pilots

Funky bass

10. MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday

A theme for Trace from Aaron Being Normal (Won’t be extremely relevant until book 3 (also this was supposed to be a standalone...))

11. Miss Murder - AFI

Funky bass part 2

12. Fences - Paramore

Interlude again - A Selena Walton Theme Song.

13. The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

Interlude - A Morgan/Selena/Mostly Selena Theme. (Also, a banger)

14. Camisado - Panic! At The Disco

Interlude - How many hospital scenes can I fit into 1 WIP about depressed teens? (Turns out three; maybe four, technically)

15. My Heart I Surrender - I Prevail

Cole’s character song (Interlude) (Also romantic AF)

16. I Don’t Care - Fall Out Boy

Interlude. Also a Mood

17. Holiday/Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day

Partially Interlude, partially because Holiday fucking slaps and BoBD is a classic

18. Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard

1/2 Interlude, 1/2 a Mood

19. I Don’t Wanna Be In Love (Dance Floor Anthem) - Good Charlotte

Dare I say, an aro-ace mood?

20. Check Yes, Juliet - We The Kings

I feel like half this playlist is just gonna be songs from the Interlude playlist...

21. Problematique - Hot Chelle Rae

Some funky bass, call and response, and fast rhyming - an ultimate jam

22. Postcards - Amber Pacific

Interlude playlist

23. Nico and The Niners - Twenty One Pilots

Look, I just really like Trench; it’s a good album

24. Demolition Lovers - My Chemical Romance

This is on the Interlude playlist but there’s such a Bonnie and Clyde feel to it, man...

25. Do You Know What I’m Seeing? - Panic! At The Disco

No. I don’t. Good song to dissociate to, though. I’m not good at instruments but good guitar/ukulele/whatever it is. Pleasant mood.

26. Rough Hands - Alexisonfire

Look, I’m trying to learn how to properly sing unclean parts (screamo parts) which will be absolutely shocking coming from a 5′2″ blonde girl; I need songs to practice to...

27. The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver - All Time Low

Theme song to the Netflix adaptation of Interlude that plays in my head on repeat. Now if only I could actually finish writing the goddamn book...

28. Fat Lip - Sum 41

Interlude playlist, also listen to it and tell me you don’t hate everybody and this town

29. Say Anything (Else) - Cartel

I like singing the intro/chorus as sort of a vocal warm up...

30. Oh Well, Oh Well - Mayday Parade

Just a fucking MOOD my dudes

31. Whatever Happened To Saturday Night? - Glee Cast Version

No offense to Meat Loaf....but John Stamos... (Also Interlude (Travis) inspo) (Also I was really into Glee again earlier this year... Still haven’t actually watched past season 3...)

32. The Anthem - Good Charlotte

What I listen to when I consider dropping out and becoming a bog witch, but, like, a punk bog witch

33. Thunder - Boys Like Girls

Aaron Being Normal Inspo. The band’s name is ironic considering how Gay I make it...

34. Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? - Fall Out Boy

I like singing this one when I’m drunk

35. I Don’t Love You - My Chemical Romance

Blood Bound (Book 2)

36. This Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco

Blood Bound (Book 3)

37. Silver Bullet - Hawthorne Heights

Interlude Playlist

38. Weightless - All Time Low

MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR I scream to myself on a Tuesday

39. Who Do You Love - Marianas Trench

Have you ever looked up an a capella version of this one? Cuz yeah

40. Let The Flames Begin - Paramore

Anti-Depression, yet still Depressed Mood

41. Red Sam - Flyleaf

Depression Mood - also Interlude playlist

42. Jamie All Over - Mayday Parade

Interlude Playlist, and I think the Dreavyn playlist too... Look, it’s just a jam

43. Savior - Rise Against

Interlude Theme

44. Kiss Me, Kill Me - Mest

Another Interlude thing also a really good Selena x Morgan song

45. Hot To The Touch, Cold On The Inside - Fall Out Boy

Aaron Being Normal song also it’s about a hot pocket

46. Newport Living - Cute is What We Aim For

Interlude song that causes drama

47. Meant To Live - Switchfoot

Selena song - Interlude

48. Kill All Your Friends - My Chemical Romance

This is on the Interlude playlist purely because I’m Evil

49. You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

On the Interlude playlist, also highly recommend blaring this through the hallways of your Catholic High School during lunch

50. Lights And Sounds - Yellowcard

Interlude Playlist also a banger

51. Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab

If this ain’t romantic as shit... Also it will make you wanna declare war on God Himself what a Mood

52. Somebody Told Me - The Killers

I’m not justifying why The Killer’s is on here I’m just shocked and appalled that Mr. Brightside has yet to make an appearance Spotify

53. Alright - Hot Chelle Rae

The English major inside of me wants to correct it to “all right” also Interlude epilogue Mood.

54. Changing - Saosin

Interlude Playlist

55. Bring Me To Life (Synthesis) - Evanescence

The Synthesis version is far superior and allows me to Properly showcase my Amy Lee impression

56. Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bed - Fall Out Boy

Along with J. Michael Tatum, Patrick Stump’s voice is My Religion - the first 23 seconds > The Beatles

57. Pas De Cheval - Panic! At The Disco

Sounds gallop-y

58. Be My Escape - Relient K

Interlude Mood/Theme

59. Science Fiction Double Feature - Glee Cast

Look, all Rocky Horror versions are great, even the Glee one...

60. Dear Maria, Count Me In - All Time Low

I like to sing this one when drunk

61. Stand - Flyleaf

Blood Bound (Final Book. End. Roll credits.)

62. I’d Do Anything - Simple Plan

A jam

63. Sweetness - Jimmy Eat World

The call-response, the spastic drums, damn boi, they’ve got it all

64. Say You Like Me - We The Kings

Catchy song, little fuckboi-ish if you really listen to the lyrics, but it’s not Baby It’s Cold Outside-bad???

65. AMBULANCE - My Chemical Romance

*Choir Ah-ing*, also an Interlude mood considering there are like 2 separate confirmed ambulance parts anyway...

66. crushcrushcrush - Paramore

Look me dead in the eye and tell me Hayley Williams didn’t put everything into her lyrics/singing here

67. Stay - Mayday Parade

Songs for when you’re heartbroken but to the point of dissociating while it rains outside, starting to storm, it starts out with just the grey pattering of a sheet of raindrops and soon the thunder starts to rumble with growing intensity and lightning splits the sky

68. There’s A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought Of It Yet - Panic! At The Disco

I am the victim of Dreavyn Hawthorne from my WIP Aaron Being Normal seriously if anyone can help me control a chaotic theatre bisexual...

69. Lyrical Lies - Cute is What We Aim For

This band’s lyrics are so fucking poetic it is Shakespeare to a guitar, y’all

70. Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) - Fall Out Boy

I always get like a falling slowly down one of those psychedelic tubes greenscreened into the background feeling at the intro but just like totally at peace falling, like kinda like listening to Ride by 21P type mood but then the chorus comes and it’s a jam

71. Backseat Serenade - All Time Low

Just a banger

72. My Own Worst Enemy - Lit

Look I don’t party too hard but when I do we go hard I was at a party on a Thursday night that didn’t end until the next morning no shit one guy I know did a kegstand before going to his English class

73. Come As You Are - Nirvana

Damn Kurt we miss you but you turned out some jams that no one can match

74. Traitor - Flyleaf

Blood Bound (Book 3)

75. Sadie Hawkins Dance - Relient K

The lyrics are so stupid but damn I love it

76. Poetically Pathetic - Amber Pacific

Did you mean literally 90% of my male OCs?

77. Saviour - LIGHTS

The first LIGHTS song I ever heard and I will defend my favourite singer until the day I die she’s Canadian like me, her family is ADORABLE, SHE is ADORABLE and I love her the end

78. Jersey - Mayday Parade

This goes with every WIP I’ve ever conceived and literally none of them are set in Jersey

79. The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

I feel like this song is just a universal mood but no one can explain exactly why

80. C’mon - Panic! At The Disco

Wholesome(TM)

81. Sunshine Riptide - Fall Out Boy

Interlude Playlist - I imagine Morgan singing it and that might end up happening in canon but idk yet...

82. Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond

Easily in the top 3 Neil Diamond songs if not the top, fight me.

83. First Date - blink-182

Literally just such an adorable song, blink-182 is the best

84. Last Hope - Paramore

Mostly a Selena song (Interlude) but idk I’ve destroyed many OCs wills to live so

85. Black Sheep - Metric

@spotify please put the Brie Larson version from Scott Pilgrim vs. The World on your streaming service I’m begging you - a very gay

86. When You Were Young - The Killers

Good song, real jam, where’s Mr. Brightside, spotify, where is it????

87. Broken Hearts Parade - Good Charlotte

A certified bop

88. All I Want - A Day To Remember

A song for my greedier OCs who just want to stop being tortured but yknow what children life aint fair

89. The Kids From Yesterday - My Chemical Romance

Put this in any of my WIPs really...

90. Threshold - Sex Bob-Omb

Try to tell me the Scott Pilgrim vs. The World soundtrack isn’t lit

91. Sorrow - Flyleaf

Blood Bound (Book 3)

92. Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea - Fall Out Boy

You know when you’re writing intense battles or going to get a tattoo and need a playlist of War Songs? This is like the first one on my War Songs playlist

93. Jesus Of Suburbia - Green Day

A staple in the punk rock genre

94. Neon Gravestones - Twenty One Pilots

Ngl I sobbed when I first heard this one so

95. Pressure - Paramore

Very vocal on the Interlude playlist

96. Starlight - Muse

I first got into Muse because it fueled Twilight but yknow what they’re still a damn good group and Supermassive Black Hole carried the baseball scene which was an astounding piece of cinema so

97. Sleepless in Phoenix - blessthefall

It’s literally just my favourite blessthefall song, fight me

98. Kids In The Dark - All Time Low

My mood for when my dad tells me “you’re 20 you should be able to figure it out” like excuse me for not learning how the entire world works the second I turned 18...

99. Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time - Panic! At The Disco

Refer to My Own Worst Enemy. Add drugs. I’ve never done drugs but..

100. Feeling This - blink-182

*screams I’m Feeling This at regular intervals* (I have no explanation it’s just a BOP)

#music #spotify #spotify 2018 #top songs 2018 #playlist #spotify playlist

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thirstinmore-blog · 6 years ago

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Best Albums of 2018

BEST ALBUMS 2018

20. Noname: Room 25

19. Jeremih & Ty Dolla $ign: Mih-Ty

18. Tierra Whack: Whack World

17. Parks Burton: Pare

16. Oneohtrix Point Never: Age Of

15. Angelique Kidjo: Remain in Light

14. Shannon Shaw: Shannon in Nashville

13. Curren$y & Freddie Gibbs: Fetti

12. Ariana Grande: Sweetener

11. Vince Staples: FM!

10. DJ Koze: Knock Knock

9. Mariah Carey: Caution

8. Courtney Barnett: Tell Me How You Really Feel

7. The Carters: Everything is Love

6. Snail Mail: Lush

5. Shannon & the Clams: Onion

4. Teyana Taylor: K.T.S.E.

3. Kacey Musgraves: Golden Hour

2. Blood Orange: Negro Swan

1. Dirty Projectors: Lamp Lit Prose

(Spotify playlist)

(Capsule reviews of Top 10 below)

10. DJ Koze: Knock Knock. The music writing trope of “a sounds like b + c” is as lazy as it is played, but sometimes you hear a record and those type of comparisons spring to mind, like when I first heard Saint Pepsi’s Hit Vibes and instantly thought of J Dilla making a disco record. That was also my response to Knock Knock, which sounds like the Avalanches making a more patient update of Since I Left You for 2018 ears. The record is long and lush, and draws from roughly nine billion different aesthetics, but its particular mélange still manages to sound fresh. As with SILY, the album is best experienced as a complete piece of music (though several tracks, such as “Lord Knows” and “Scratch That” would sound great in a mix or DJ set). Knock Knock takes the listener through ambling pathways that wrap around and revisit each other, like an evening stroll through the spacious Joshua Tree National Park depicted on its cover. It’s nearly a two-hour journey, but it’s well worth the price of admission.

9. Mariah Carey: Caution. Mariah got a dirty mouth and I’m here for it. As mother, a twice-divorcée, a woman nearing 50, her work and her image are all her own; if she wants to include the word “fuck” in a bunch of songs on her new album (“GTFO,” “With You,” “The Distance”), then who the fuck are we to tell her no? It’s a refreshing twist from someone whose public persona is often so curated, but I’m burying the lede. The real story here is that Caution is a batch of excellent R&B songs from one of the genre’s all-time greats. It’s not overwrought – by contrast, the album’s sultry blue cover art is indicative of the moods within. The Ty Dolla $ign-featuring “The Distance” is laid extremely deep in the cut, assisted by some subtle production from Poo Bear, Lido and—holy shit, Skrillex? Yup, and like Mariah herself, everyone involved uses an even hand and measured patience to let each song breathe.

A personal highlight for me is “A No No,” which flips the Lil Kim/Lil Cease classic “Crush On You” on its head. Here, where Biggie intones “he’s a slut, he’s a hoe, he’s a freak/got a different girl every day of the week,” there is no irony intended. She gauges her suitors’ intent and responds simply: “that’s a no-no.” In fact, the word “no” accounts for easily half the song’s lyrics, but it’s still a blast on subsequent listens. But don’t get it twisted – highlights abound herein, from aforementioned singles “GTFO” and “The Distance” to the thoughtful, expansive, Dev Hynes-helmed “Giving Me Life,” which begins as a downtempo club hit and morphs into a surrealist dream. Mariah Carey is one of the artists who’s been in my life the longest – I’m so happy she’s still killing it.

8. Courtney Barnett: Tell Me How You Really Feel. Courtney Barnett is what I was raised to believe an indie rock star should be: an unassuming, smart slacker with regular clothes and the ability to unleash earthbound poetry and atmosphere-puncturing solos with equal aplomb. That effortless cool permeates every facet of her work, from her casual half-singing style to her loose but proficient playing, a mighty guitar god in the body of a humble 31-year-old. (That she recorded a collaborative record with renowned cool guy Kurt Vile should surprise no-one.) But what’s really striking about Barnett’s work is her wryly observant lyrics; whether she’s describing the banalities of urban life (“City Looks Pretty”) or eviscerating toxic masculinity (“Nameless, Faceless”), her keen eye and incisive wit pervade every line. Tell Me is the sound of a strong artist getting stronger.

7. The Carters: Everything is Love. I often say that as I get older, my favorite elements of songwriting are editing and restraint. That’s why I tend to hate double albums and love EPs. I just believe that most double albums would be better if distilled down to one really strong record. EPs, on the other hand, leave the listener wanting more. Such is the case with Everything is Love, which reads like a Beyonce trap record with a number of guest verses from Jay. Regardless of speculation on who did the lion’s share of the writing on the record, both are in top form. Bey’s signature vocal virtuosity is on display as ever, but the real delight is in her capable delivery as a rapper. She glides effortlessly through triplets like “Poppin, I’m poppin, my bitches are poppin, we go to the dealer and cop it all.” Big Sean could never. Meanwhile, Jay turns in a few of my favorite bars of the year (and also a very slick Drake diss) on “Boss:”

“You not a boss, you got a boss. N*ggas gettin’ jerked, that shit hurts, I take it personaly. N*ggas’d rather work for the man than to work for me. Just so they can pretend they on my level, that shit is irkin’ to me. Pride always goeth before the fall, almost certainly. It’s disturbing what I gross. Survey says: you not even close. Everybody’s bosses till the time to pay for the office, till them invoices separate the men from the boys. Over here we measure success by how many people successful next to you. Here, we say you broke if everybody is broke except for you. BAWSE.”

I don’t know if they intend to release more records as The Carters, but Everything is Love is a fun, successful experiment.

6. Snail Mail: Lush. There’s no reason for a debut LP to be this good. The record, from solo project-turnt-band of 19-year-old Lindsay Jordan is focused, clever, and sophisticated. Every component of these songs appears exactly as it should. Jordan’s songwriting is clean and incisive (“I hope whoever it is holds their breath around you/’cause I know I did,” she sings on album standout “Heat Wave”). The arrangements are smartly simple; seldom do they deviate from the four-person rock lineup, so the embellishments that are included (the French horn on “Deep Sea,” the layered keys on “Speaking Terms”) really leap out. The playing throughout is lovely, with Jordan’s beautiful guitar technique front and center (the finger-picking on “Let’s Find an Out” is a particular delight). Everything in its right place – only where Radiohead’s inward gaze can be mopey and self-indulgent, the core strength of Lush is its efficiency. There’s no filler here – just the exact amount of support that each piece requires. The drumming feels especially strong in this regard – there’s an economic directness in Ray Brown’s playing that prioritizes the backbeat over everything, including his ego. The fills that he does include are modest and workmanlike.

It’s right that the record would be released by Matador, because these songs are drenched in the influences of the 90s slacker rock of Yo La Tengo, Sonic Youth, Sleater-Kinney and Sebadoh. And as with each of those bands, Snail Mail’s songs are buoyed by excellent lyrics. Jordan doesn’t just sound wise beyond her years, she actually seems to have lived more in her 19 years than many folks twice her age. There’s a subtext of sobriety in some of the songs (“It just feels like the same party every weekend, doesn’t it?” on “Pristine,” or “I’m so tired of moving on/spending every weekend so far gone” on “Heat Wave”). Perhaps the self-reflection that’s required in recovery has helped to distill her worldview.

And look, I don’t mean to be patronizing here – this album would be a major achievement from any person of any age. But to hear an artistic vision this crystal clear and laser-focused from a 19-year-old is something truly special. I can’t wait to hear what she does next.

5. Shannon & the Clams: Onion. Upon first listen, Onion struck me as the best record the Clams have released to date. Now, admittedly, I’m a sucker for keyboards, and the inclusion of organist Will Sprott is pure Patrick-bait. But beyond my own tastes, the organ both fills out and anchors the Clams’ garage doo-wop sound. There’s a welcome succinctness to Onion: the songwriting is tight, the guitar playing is melodic and utilitarian, and the vocal performances from both Cody and Shannon are more technically refined than in any of their previous outings. One wonders if Shannon’s work on her own solo album (the very good, Dan Auerbach-produced Shannon in Nashville, which also came out this year) pushed her to improve her technique. And don’t get it fucked up – this is still a Clams record. It’s still shaggy and loud and rambunctious – but they’ve worked hard to reign in their wildest tendencies. Some might say that it’s layered, just like-- *an oversized cane hooks around my throat and drags me offstage* ….Well…..let’s just say it’s good.

4. Teyana Taylor: KTSE. Of all the seven-song mini-albums Kanye produced in Wyoming this year, KTSE is both the best and the least talked-about. She arrives seemingly out of the blue, a fully-formed artist who knows her strengths exactly. She has bars when she feels like spitting them, a beautiful husky alto when she feels like crooning, and a profound connection to multiple styles of club music that’s borne of her history as a dancer. It’s become a bit trendy to nod to vogue & ballroom culture in the last few years, but while Drake’s Big Freedia feature on “Nice for What” feels a little forced, Taylor can walk it like she talks it. A dancer by trade, her comfort in the ballroom is palpable.

Ye keeps it simple, remaining comfortably in his wheelhouse and flipping excellent soul samples such as Billy Stewart’s “I Do Love You” (which he repurposes into a nostalgic 4/4 slapper on “Hold On”) and The Stylistics’ “Because I Love You, Girl” (which he expands into a melancholy mediation on the horn section of the original). It’s a welcome return to form.

3. Kacey Musgraves: Golden Hour. In her SNL performance earlier this year, Kacey Musgraves appeared as a flat-ironed, longhair disco queen. As she slayed Golden Hour’s catchy lead single “High Horse,” I was reminded of Dolly Parton. I’ve been spending a lot of time with Dolly’s mid-70s and early-80s catalogue this past year, having purchased vinyl copies of All I Can Do, New Harvest…First Gathering, and Dolly, Dolly, Dolly. Parton is one of those artists whose discographies are so gigantic as to seem practically impenetrable, so I’ve been trying to hear as much as I can. Dolly, Dolly, Dolly is an especially interesting entry: released in 1980, it was her 23rd album, and it represents a pretty clear swing for crossover success. A handful of the tracks are straight-up disco, and these are what Musgraves called to mind. I was thrilled – Dolly’s disco experiments were widely panned, but I think there’s a lot of good there, maybe Golden Hour would be an attempt to vindicate Parton’s vision?

Unfortunately or not, I was incorrect. In total, Golden Hour bears more resemblance to Dolly’s friend & frequent collaborator Emmylou Harris (Kacey’s hair should’ve tipped me off, SMH). It’s a beautiful, understated, and thoughtful set of songs that could fit as well on a folk radio station as a country one. Like Harris, Musgraves has an innate sense of how to let a great song be great, hanging back in both arrangement and vocal performance. She’s emotive when she needs to be (“Rainbow”), and contemplative as needed (“Golden Hour”), always letting her writing breathe. Also, she has the confidence to bury the lead single so deep on Side B that you almost forget it’s there (and are thrilled when it is). As a person who prefers the full album experience to that of a shuffled playlist, this is one of my very favorite tricks.

Quite simply: great songs + great arrangements = a surprising list-topper for me.

2. Blood Orange: Negro Swan. For years, the roles of sexuality and gender in black identity have been foci of Dev Hynes’ work as Blood Orange. He spent time with drag queens and sex workers while writing his debut album Coastal Grooves, and has often cited transgender icon Octavia St. Laurent as one of his primary influences. But while these interests have colored his previous albums, on Negro Swan they’re the bedrock. In a press release preceding the album, Hynes described the album as “an exploration into my own and many types of black depression, an honest look at the corners of black existence, and the ongoing anxieties of queer/people of color. A reach back into childhood and modern traumas, and the things we do to get through it all. The underlying thread through each piece on the album is the idea of hope, and the lights we can try to turn on within ourselves with a hopefully positive outcome of helping others out of their darkness.”

These ideas are fundamental to the songwriting, and they’re reinforced by snippets of conversations with Janet Mock and Kai the Black Angel (who adorns the cover in a durag and angel wings) peppered throughout the album’s 49 minutes. On “Family,” Mock defines community as “the spaces where you don’t have to shrink yourself, where you don’t have to pretend or to perform, you can fully show up and be vulnerable in silence, completely empty, and that’s completely enough.” That search for community, the desire to be seen and loved and supported as your whole self informs each of these beautiful songs. Already a competent producer, Hynes continues to grow, selecting beautiful flourishes like the jangly, perfectly out-of-tune guitar on “Charcoal Baby” or the soft, echoing snare drum on “Dagenham Dream” to characterize the thematic content of each piece. Negro Swan is a powerful and complete work of art. It sounds like he’s finally found some answers to the questions he’s been asking.

1. Dirty Projectors: Lamp Lit Prose. On Lamp Lit Prose, David Longstreth appears to be having more fun making music than he has in years, probably because almost 100% of his band has turned over (kudos to longtime bassist Nat Baldwin, whose playing tethers him to his own beginnings). Beyond the new Projectors themselves, Longstreth spent the months during the writing of the album making new friends in the LA music scene, and bringing them around the studio to record various parts. Members of Haim contribute to album standout “That’s a Lifestyle,” Syd (of The Internet) anchors the refrain in “Right Now,” and Fleet Foxes’ Robin Pecknold and Vampire Weekend alumnus Rostam Batmanglij stack harmonies onto the swirling ballad “You’re The One.”

I see LLP as the second half of a diptych begun by the self-titled Dirty Projectors, released last year. While that record wallowed in the pain of a broken relationship with former Projector Amber Coffman, LLP reveals a healed and newly in love protagonist. Both records feature David Longstreth at his most vocally competent: he’s now able to truly execute the melismatic R&B runs he lovingly wrote and charmingly attempted in his earliest work, his diaphragm now supports his every leap and bound, and his croon is sweeter than ever before. But furthermore, both albums expand on ideas that have popped up throughout his illustrious and impressive body of work. Whether he’s reviving the Rise Above era blasts of noisy guitars on “Zombie Conqueror” or revisiting the orchestral ambitions of The Getty Address on the stunningly soulful “I Wanna Feel It All,” Longstreth sounds like a worker with a complete toolbox and a detailed blueprint. He’s been working at honing his craft for years.

I saw the Projectors in June, at a time when only “Break-Thru” and “That’s a Lifestyle” had leaked. I didn’t know what to expect, being among the seemingly small minority of fans who liked their previous record. But their set was staggering. Flanked by his group of mostly-new faces, Longstreth was bouncing all over the place, proudly showcasing each instrumentalist & vocalist (seemingly everyone had at least one moment in the spotlight), visibly excited about playing with this group of people. And that makes sense: LLP is Longstreth relishing the fundamental glee of musical collaboration. The joy is positively bubbling over in tracks like “Right Now,” “I Feel Energy,” and “I Found it in You.” To see him play these songs live is to wonder if he’s talking about the act of musicmaking itself when he sings: “Ask now, I’m in love for the first time ever.”

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What are four music albums that mean a lot to you, and why? (please use pics for the aesthetic :'D)

Turns out it’s near impossible to limit this to four albums, but I tried! Hopefully these choices are somewhat interesting.

The Resistance (2009) | Muse

The Resistance, perhaps surrpisingly, isn’t my favorite album of Muse’s - that would probably be Absolution (2003) or Black Holes and Revelations (2006). But it is the album that got me into them in the first place, and so it’s the one to deserve a spot on this list most. Muse is, and will probably always be, my favorite band, the perfect mix of stunning vocals, brilliant songwriting and fabulous theatricality. It’s Freddie Mercury and Chopin and Massive Attack all in one erratic discography (seven studio albums and counting!), and even when the genre doesn’t work for me I still love it, because some loves are unconditional and my relationship with Muse is one of those. I love their weirdness, their lyrics about alien invasions, futuristic westerns and dystopian societies, just as much as I love their killer guitar solos, and I especially love that they get to exist in the same songs. For a moment I considered picking a live album of theirs for this list, mostly because as good as their studio recordings are, nothing compares to the real thing. Going to their concert was probably one of the best nights of my life and the measure against which I hold all live shows I go to now, because Matt Bellamy is simply that good. But in the end, The Resistance won out because that’s where it all started for me, nearly 10 years ago, and I’m still here. This also happens to be one of my favorite album covers, truly gorgeous artwork.

Favorites: Uprising, Resistance, Exogenesis: Symphony Part 2 (Cross-Pollination), MK Ultra

Made in the A.M. (2015) | One Direction

I could get wildly pretentious here and pick albums that are critically acclaimed and that I undoubtedly love, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they hold any meaning to me personally. So, to be true to form, I’m going with the album that dominates my Ipod’s Most Played. Unlike The Resistance, Made in the A.M. is not the album that got me into One Direction (that was Midnight Memories (2013), but, well, that album just isn’t very good). It is, however, the album that feels the most them to me. We can debate the authenticity of Simon Cowell driven boybands until the end of time, but when the four of them ask, in the last bonus track, to pretend for just one more night that they’re ‘all gonna make it’, it feels like a more honest admission than anything on the other four albums before. This album reminds of late nights behind my computer, listening to grainy recordings of these songs with girls crying in the background. The title Made in the A.M. refers as much to the creation of the album as it does to my reception of it.This album is the last they released, a year after Zayn left, and it’s drenched in a nostalgia that can only come from six years of growing up together in the public eye, six years of friendship and fights, with the result being a sort of resigned maturity. The wary ‘who’s gonna be the first to say goodbye?’ from Four (2014) has shifted into ‘the fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye / means we’ve already won’, and yet even A.M. is filled with doubts. ‘Thought we were going strong / thought we were holding on / aren’t we?’. Less love songs (though those are still there, they are a boyband after all), more reflections of a couple of twenty-somethings who have seen all sides of fame, have had friendships and relationships fall apart across world tours and albums at a breakneck pace. And yet, A.M. feels like going out on a high. ‘We had some good times, didn’t we?’. Perhaps that’s all that matters in the end.

Favorites: What A Feeling, Walking in the Wind, A.M., Olivia,

Genius: The Best of Warren Zevon (2002) | Warren Zevon

Going back in time a little for my third pick. This is an album I’ll forever associate with my parents. When I was a kid me and my parents would go on holiday every year during the summer, to England, Italy… which would include long car rides, sometimes of several days. To fill the time, each of us got to bring five albums that we would then play in rotation. I made my parents suffer through Fall Out Boy, Green Day and Paramore (sorry mom and dad), they introduced me to The Eagles, Tom Waits, and Warren Zevon (never Dylan, cause my mom hates Dylan). Zevon was probably my favorite of my parents’ music, the perfect soundtrack to watching the surroundings race by through the window of a car. I don’t even have this album on my Ipod, I couldn’t tell you anything about Warren Zevon if you asked. I can’t do an analysis of his songs like I can for Muse or One Direction. But once in a while his songs will play on the radio, and I’ll flash back to those summer car rides, my parents complaining about Patrick Stump’s yelling, and me softly singing along to Werewolves of London in the backseat.

Favorites: Reconsider Me, Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner, Werewolves of London

Waking Hour (2001) | Vienna Teng

Rounding off the list was tough. I considered a couple of artists I used to love, some angsty teen band such as Linkin Park or Panic! at the Disco, the soundtrack to my adolescence. As much as I love those albums, and even still love some of the bands, it didn’t feel quite right. I ended up settling for Waking Hour because it’s the album that calms me most when I’m feeling upset, like a comfortable blanket. Oddly enough, if you asked, I probably wouldn’t name Vienna Teng as one of my favorite artists, even though I have nearly all of her music on my Ipod. I don’t know anything about her or her career (I googled her for this list, it turns out she stopped making music in 2013 and is now doing activist work), but in this case I think it allows me to approach the songs without context, and they feel more personal and intimate because of it.Waking Hour is her first album, and it’s easily my favorite of hers. I love the vulnerability in it, the smoothness of Vienna’s angelic voice, the soft instruments which never overpower the vocals. Music can often soothe me, but this album especially. I love the desperation in ‘I need not to need / I’ve always been the tower / but now I feel like I’m the flower trying to bloom in snow’, the comfort of ‘now I am grown / and these days have shown / rain’s a part of how life goes / but it’s dark and it’s late / so I’ll hold you and wait / ‘til your frightened eyes do close’, and the eventual life-reaffirming ‘so we just hold on fast / acknowledge the past / as lessons exquisitely crafted / painstakingly drafted / to carve us as instruments / that play the music of life’. They’re only a couple of examples of the beautiful storytelling Vienna Teng is capable of, and it’s the kind of music that should be enjoyed in silence, with eyes closed to shut out the world.

Favorites: The Tower, Lullaby for a Stormy Night, Eric’s Song

#existentialmalaises #asks #about me #and she speaks

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randombeau · 4 years ago

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Letter From A Thief

It feels like this year was just stolen from us. Stating the obvious, this has been a really shitty year for a myriad of reasons. This pandemic has stolen concerts, movies, and even going out to a restaurant. It’s made even an introvert like myself go out of his mind. One of the only things saving my sanity has been a handful of albums and tracks released this year that I can listen to while riding a bike or talking a walk around the neighborhood as I continue to wait for the world to come back. It’s been a long time since I’ve been back to this blog and I have to say I’m kinda pissed that I can’t add all the music videos to the list like the past, but that really keeps with the theme of disappointments in 2020. I’m gonna try not to go into these tracks with too much depth like I have in the past, but I’m not promising anything. Just remember this isn’t the best tracks of the year. It’s just the ones I enjoyed the most. Well, I’ve wasted enough time this year so let’s get to this list.

*Here’s a iTunes playlist link for those drinking the Apple Kool-Aid:

https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/top-20-songs-of-2020/pl.u-oZylaMlTAYYJz

20. Genocidal Humanoidz - System of a Down

It’s been 15 freaking years since SOAD released new music and damn it was too long. The group has been rumored for years to be making a new album only to dash the hopes of fans, but 2020 finally saw the band release two new tracks. Always being very political, the increased tensions and fighting between Armenia and the Republic of Artsakh have brought the group out of hiding to drop a pair of bangers. All proceeds raised from the tracks have gone straight to humanitarian needs for displaced families of the war. The lead single, Protect the Land, was the main piece of work that address the bands emotions and feelings on the current situation, but they attached the previously written Genocidal Humanoidz to bring a little more heat and boy do they bring it. Both tracks are worthy of the band they come from, but Genocidal Humanoidz just gets the blood pumping like it’s the early 2000’s again.

https://youtu.be/_74nVpLVn9Q

19. Oh My My - Blue October

Blue October? Aren’t they just a one-hit wonder? Well kinda, as they only pushed into the mainstream stratosphere with their self-destructive anthem “Hate Me” in 2006. There have been a few gems here and there, but nothing that would really catch most people’s ears. However, this new release just has a bouncy infectious beat that draws you in. Just one of those tracks that makes a long car ride feel not that long. In a year that was filled with very little to feel good about this was a nice little bright spot.

https://youtu.be/IRzvkWVWmA0

18. 6 Feet Away - Chromeo

So many bands tried to write songs that captured the feelings and political implications surrounding this pandemic, but nothing worked as well as the funky beats and soothing vocals of David "Dave 1" Macklovitch and Patrick "P-Thugg" Gemayel as they weave a tail of love, attraction, and social responsibility. There are so many clever lyrics that are laced through this jam it’s impressive how easy it’s also to just bob your head to the beat.

https://youtu.be/CPTCrqyf6os

17. I Want More - KALEO

While this track was dropped before the pandemic was in full swing it encapsulates a feeling that a lot of people are experiencing because of it. The singer expresses this longing for emotional connection he is missing, but it’s not nearly as depressing as it sounds. The bluesy track manages to portray a sense of hopefulness that even though this connection is currently missing you feel that he will find it and somehow things will be alright. I think that’s a sentiment everyone wants to share in.

https://youtu.be/iKd4diJRkPo

16. Cyr - Smashing Pumpkins

The Smashing Pumpkins, basically Billy Corgan at this point, have not been at the top of their game in a long time and while the album doesn’t offer a lot of praise, this track harkens back to the Cure/Depeche Mode sounds of the Smashing Pumpkins past. Easy listening synth lines drive the track forward and while the conclusion it pushes towards isn’t exciting the journey to get there is enjoyable.

https://youtu.be/2AN_GRWlU7k

15. Red Skies (feat. Dr. Disrespect) - J + 1

I know, let me explain. First, I’ll admit I’ve been stuck inside for most of this year working from home and I’ve been watching a little too much YouTube and Twitch streams, but dammit is Dr. Disrespect entertaining to watch. This Magnum P.I. mustache, Mel Gibson Lethal Weapon mullet sporting dude just has that je ne sais quoi. That being said, this little track feels like it was plucked right out of the 1980’s or at least from the soundtrack of that cool ass Ryan Gosling film ‘Drive’. The melodic synths that push the song through its sub 3-minute play time just vibe so well that when the guitar comes in the bridge it’s like you’re taking a neon trip to another time. I just love it, sorry not sorry.

https://youtu.be/CakgCPl3mlE

14. Ohms - Deftones

Need me some Deftones, simple as that. Chino and company have delivered an album filled the aggressiveness of a 16-year-old. I’ll admit I didn’t gel with the whole album as much as previous entries, but this title track is a joy to listen to. The speedy guitar riffs and how the track itself just continues to pick up steam as it blazes toward the end is worth the price of entry in itself.

https://youtu.be/KUDbj0oeAj0

13. Phobia - Nothing But Thieves

It’s a known story that on Nirvana’s breakout album, ‘Nevermind’, the band was having a hard time recording the track ‘Lithium’ because Dave Grohl kept speeding the song up to a breakneck pace so they brought in a click track for him to stay on the correct pace. As Dave tells it, having to play to a click track is like having the human part of you just ripped out. In this track, it sounds like the band takes that click track and throws it out the fucking window around the 1:45 mark because this song builds and builds toward a manic conclusion that finishes with an orgasmic ending and if that’s not a human feeling I don’t know what is. In the words of 20-year-old, this track is a fucking banger.

https://youtu.be/vQThlhgiysw

12. The Adults are Talking - The Strokes

Honestly, this entire Strokes album could fill this list. This was my favorite album of the year and I could sit and listen to the whole thing front to back without skipping a track. That doesn’t happen a whole lot. This upbeat opener just sets the stage for an album that feels fresh and peppy. That’s saying something because most of the tracks are hitting around the 5-minute mark yet it never feels like it. The chorus is catchy, the verses are esoteric, and the track goes through several different instrumental shifts that it never gets boring or bogged down. Also, a highlight is Julian’s falsetto, which is actually really great. This track just paved the way for an album that I’d be listening to a lot.

https://youtu.be/ewOPQZZn4SY

11. Caution - The Killers

I’ve been listening to The Killers since 2004 when a friend gave me a copy of their debut album. Been a fan since then and while a lot of what they’ve released in the 2010’s has been a lot of hit or miss, there is always a few catchy gems in each album. This is certainly one of them. The track does lean on some of those Springsteen feelings that the band has become known for, but there’s no denying that The Killers can make some great heartland rock songs. Essentially, that’s what this song is falling back on. Brandon Flowers sings charismatically about how this woman protagonist isn’t going to follow the safe path traveled and she’s gonna throw caution to the wind and follow her dreams. It’s a track with an uplifting story and it’s got some great searing guitar riffs. I’m a simple man, I don’t need much.

https://youtu.be/WrpBgN_iUnA

10. JU$T (feat. Pharrell Williams & Zack de la Rocha) - Run The Jewels

It is amazing how smooth this track is because it dropped just as all the BLM and racial injustice issues started really gaining traction this last year like they wrote it the day it dropped. A song with a lyrical commentary on the unjust economic system in our county really hits home at the point in time that it was needed come out. Not only does this track have something to say, it also delivers its message in a slick way. El-P and Killer Mike breath fire, as they usually do, but the addition of Zack de la Rocha of Rage Against the Machine fame is really the cherry on top. The last time RTJ collaborated with Zack was for the amazing ‘Close Your Eyes (And Count to F**k)’, which was an amazing social commentary on the senseless violence between cops and minorities. This new track hits home just as hard.

https://youtu.be/32hUIGnMpOY

9. Must Stop (feat. Sarah Barthel of Phantogram)

Give me a duet between a male and female singer, lyrics about their lack of self-worth, and constantly being emotionally hurt and you’ve got a hit ballad. Alright, I’ve just broken down this track to its most basic elements and if you didn’t know I could have easily been talking about ‘Somebody I Used to Know’ by Goyte. Still, it’s an contagious track that has been stuck in my head since it dropped in October.

https://youtu.be/wNeyh_pfd8Q

8. Think About Things - Daði Freyr

This is the second Icelandic group to end up on my top song list this year and I blame social media for this one. This song was so catchy and the TikTok videos surrounding it made me laugh that it just ear-wormed its way into my head. The beat is so catchy and the background vocals are these heavenly voices that it’s hard not to tap your foot in beat with it. Also, one point of interest is the music video feels like it took the awkwardness right out of Napoleon Dynamite. That’s not a bad thing.

https://youtu.be/VFZNvj-HfBU

7. Save Your Tears - The Weeknd

I’m just gonna start by saying The Weeknd got freaking shafted at the Grammys this year. This is my favorite album he’s put out since I downloaded the ‘House of Balloons’ mix tape in 2011 and the best direction change for an artist in the last decade. The introduction of the 80’s synths and groovy basslines are so contagious that the internet roar from the lack of any acknowledgement from the academy was completely justified in my eyes. This track in particular features a shimmering melody as Abel bears his relationship failings. The opening bassline is more addictive than the cocaine Abel sung about on ‘Can’t Feel My Face’. It’s simply a well-made and beautiful piece of pop music. And if you ask why ‘Blinding Lights’ isn’t on my list it’s because it dropped as a single in 2019 and it’s already on that list.

https://youtu.be/XXYlFuWEuKI

6. Lost in Yesterday - Tame Impala

Some songs make my top lists for reasons that don’t necessarily have anything to do with how the song is constructed. While this track from Tame Impala is certainly catchy it makes it so far up my list for another reason. Kevin Parker echoes the nostalgia of old memories and how even the bad ones turn into good ones after enough time goes by. This track dragged up memories of driving 50+ miles in the wrong direction with my best friend as we made our way to Havasu. That was a shitty experience that turned into one of the fondest memories I have of a friend that’s no longer around to make more of those memories with. The song asks, “Does it help to get lost in yesterday” and I can answer this one very clearly. Yes, yes it does.

https://youtu.be/utCjuKDXQsE

5. At the Door - The Strokes

This is the most stripped back The Strokes have ever been. They tried something in this vain back with ‘Call Me Back’ on their album Angles, but not to this result. Typically, the vocals are layered behind a wall of guitars, bass, and distortion, but here Julian’s vocals are laid bare and it rightfully calls more attention to the emotions of the song. Emotions are what you really must hold onto in a Strokes song because like the previous entry, these lyrics are shrouded in metaphors. It certainly doesn’t take away from the track because the feeling of dread and being unable to escape comes across clearly as the heavy synths propel you forward. When the bridge finally comes in with its angelic vocals and 70’s induced sound waves it’s just a pleasure to listen to.

https://youtu.be/9CAz_vvsK9M

4. No Time to Die - Billie Eilish

Trying to follow singers Adele and Sam Smith can’t be an easy task, but especially following them in singing the opening number to the next Bond film. Thinking of singers that could fill those shoes I struggle to understand how the pop sensation Billie Eilish came to be the one producers turned to, but damn does it work. The melody is quintessential Bond. The horns, the background strings, and orchestral flourishes are all tried and true parts of a Bond song, but Eilish surprisingly works well in those confines and even reaches beyond her normal range in the backend of the track to show us she’s more than the whisper quiet singer we typically hear. There is still a lot here that is classic Eilish and it does change the normal Bond track from these high soaring ballads into something I’d say is more noir and moodier. I think the best description would be to call this a PB and chocolate accident. I didn’t think they’d go together, but they really do.

https://youtu.be/BboMpayJomw

3. Dragonball Durag - Thundercat

This song is like being soulfully harmonized by a R&B group in front of a fire, but the fire is coming from a dumpster. There is some amazing basslines coming out of this track and Thundercat marriages them perfectly to some truly funny lines that had me chuckling while I grooved along with the song. The vocal delivery is perfect and it brought back memories of my #2 song of 2016, Childish Gambino’s ‘Redbone’. I can certainly use more of these groovy tracks in my life.

https://youtu.be/ormQQG2UhtQ

2. Ode to the Mets - The Strokes

Like I said way back over there, The Strokes album could have filled my entire list, but this ending track takes the number 2 spot on this year’s list. The closing ballad goes through a roller coaster of melodic changes while keeping the tonal feeling of disappointment towards something or someone remains constant. Others have tried to decipher exactly what is being said and it’s always different. I think it’s up to the listener to determine and it’s different for everyone. We’ve all got someone or something we love, but continues to come up short. I think the best thing about this track is how it’s able to build a sense of urgency, but still end up in a quiet place but the end. Sort of like the ending of The Graduate. Yeah, this song is the end of The Graduate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

https://youtu.be/BjC0KUxiMhc

1. Run - Joji

There is a pitch perfect clarity to Joji that he never displayed before. Let’s be clear here, this is not a classically trained singer. This is a former crass YouTuber that has somehow belted out the most beautiful ballad this year for me. This really came out of the proverbial left field and actually shocked me. While previous works have relied on R&B and keyboard hooks, this track features an electric guitar that is woven through the track, but as the bridge comes the guitar flies into an amazing solo performance and builds and builds with a wail as Joji comes in for the finish with “I know you’ve not in love”. This is a dark morose track that fills the room with a vague sadness and the soaring guitar finish is just the high this low needs. I absolutely loved it.

https://youtu.be/P2YYk-oZFyI

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