#she is SO talented and her entire album is SO SAD i can't even

[buscandoelparaiso]

halsey's new album is A MASTERPIECE of sounds and lyrics

[lirarey]

Past and future

"Luke? You're so quiet today."

Jessie had been babysitting the Ross family long enough to be able to tell when one of the kids was seriously upset about something. And the Luke she knew preferred to fool around, but not sit on the floor of his own room alone.

The boy winced at the sound of her voice and smiled. Luke had incredible artistry — which, however, was extremely useful for a future professional dancer — and he could easily seduce anyone with his big brown eyes and freckles, which made him look vaguely like a human incarnation of a Dalmatian. But he always smiled at her in a special way, without a hint of pretense. Zuri joked that she had brought her into the house, and thanks to Luke, the girl stayed on for a permanent position. It was no secret that, despite the great amorousness of the eldest of the sons, his heart was surprisingly given only to Jessie. But what to do with such a gift? She never considered herself too beautiful or capable of gathering crowds of admirers in principle. Perhaps this was explained by internal self-doubt.

"Do you remember the good old days when there was no one to raise you?" Jessie asked, noticing the photo album lying on his lap, and sat down next to him.

"Very funny, Jess," Luke responded discontentedly, as if by chance leaning his head closer to her shoulder. "Ask the younger ones that, and they will definitely decide that you are tired of us."

"Where would I go from you?" the girl grinned. "My conscience would torment me. Zuri won't let me go until she comes of age. I myself am interested to know what wonderful people you will grow up to be.

"You know, I don't want to grow up. You will leave, you will have your own life, in which there is no place for four teenagers..." he muttered, not looking at her.

"Luke..." Jessie said, confused, and pulled him into her arms.

Of course, she loved the entire Ross family. And it wasn't just the supposed opportunities to become an actress or earn some money. Despite the sometimes unbearable behavior of her charges, it was hard for her to imagine how life would have unfolded without the guys. Would she have been able to stay in this city at all? Would there have been a good reason? It seemed as if Luke had heard her thoughts.

"And I thought about what it would be like to live with... my blood mother. She... loved me. All parents love their children. But why did she leave me then? What if I wasn't good enough for her?" Luke looked up. There was no mischievous twinkle in his eyes: only a hidden sadness.

"I'm sure your mother had her own circumstances." Jessie smiled warmly, hoping to cheer him up. "Are you happy in this family?"

"Of course! I can't imagine a better family! I was lucky to be with loving parents," Luke replied with a bit of indignation. "Besides, if I had stayed in my blood family, I would be a completely different person. You and I would never have met..."

"I can't imagine how I would live," the girl said with exaggerated drama. "And how can anyone not love you? You're a wonderful child with many talents. A whole world of possibilities is open to you!"

"And among them, there is not a very specific one?.." He bowed his head with the most charming look he could muster.

"They say that love lasts three years. Then you will find out who is really close to you." The girl gently patted his head.

Jessie frankly didn't believe that these feelings would remain in him at least until adulthood. She remembered herself in those years: interests changed rapidly, not to mention sympathies. But that devotion of the boy, who watched her looking for a new relationship, was amazing. Sometimes it even seemed that his intentions were much more serious.

"I already know. I'm sure that nothing will change." And again that loving look, from which the soul became ashamed.

"What are you chatting about?" Zuri looked into the room with a suspiciously cunning expression on her face.

"I’m so lucky to have you all," Luke chuckled, winking at Jesse.

She won't tell about his little weakness. A real family isn't always the one that is blood relatives.

[asteracaea]

Hi! Do you hear the vibe of Dress in imgonnagetyouback or just me? Also the first 10 seconds sound similar to the first 10 of Cornelia Street, what does it mean!?

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oh, imgonnagetyouback, one of my most favorites! i'm wild for this song!

i just listened to the first 10 seconds of both back and back: and YES i totally hear what you mean! the "wub wub wub wub wub" of cornelia street kind of smoothed out and softened. i really wish i knew more about music and production to be able to talk about those aspects of her songs better! i'm sure there's a TON of things to analyze there that we don't often think about!

and yes i definitely get the dress vibes! they are both so sexy and sultry, a low slow burning electricity of attraction. ah! so hot lol

and as for what it all means? well, i'm sure you can guess what i would say it means �� that they could all be inspired the same muse. and now to a very important point about how i listen to taylor's songs:

>>> in that last sentence i deliberately wrote "inspired by the same muse" instead of "about the same person" because i believe there is a distinction. to me, the phrase "about the same person" implies that a song is telling a true story about an actual event that actually happened. i know taylor has built her entire brand on the narrative that her songs are taken straight from her diary entries, but i honestly don't believe that and i don't think it was ever true. sure maybe some are more direct than others but definitely not all. remember how she said she had never been in any relationship before like speak now? so all those songs about relationships from her first two albums and the unreleased catalogue are made up. which IS SOMETHING ALL WRITERS DO. there is some weird insistence today that all female songwriters are not imagining fictional scenarios and all their art is taken directly from their lived experiences, but that's never true. sure, they can be related to or inspired by or transformed from emotions they felt but they could also be about things they've observed in others or seen in movies etc etc etc. i'm going off on a tangent but i think this point is important.

so ok, the concept of a muse. a muse is someone who inspires art and creation. taylor could have a muse in her life who she imagines in different scenarios, imagines how she herself would feel in those scenarios, crafts stories with the muse as a main character. dreams about how other people respond to the muse. muses inspire the imagination. so taylor could be musing on her muse and come up with fictional stories. they don't all have to be about actual events taylor experienced with this person.

(disclaimer: i don't know her creative process. maybe i'm completely wrong about how she works. but it's possible, and i think it discredits her talents as an artist to claim that she can only ever write about things she herself has experienced. no one ever says that about novelists!!! and taylor herself explicitly said she did this with folklore, so i don't know why this is even a conversation, ya kno?)

so, in my mind, a song like the 1 or gold rush or imgonnagetyouback could be inspired by a certain person even if the two of them never experienced those things literally. in my prívate mind, i can enjoy picturing a certain person in these sad broken-up heartbreak longing songs, but not believe that's what actually happened between them in real life. taylor could be imagining how she (or a fictional narrator) would feel in a situation like that, if the muse were her lover and left her, or if they never became lovers at all, or if they broke up but she's not sure if she's gonna smash up this person's bike or pull them back into the closet... etc etc

so that's just how i do. it may not make sense, i may not be able to explain it well, but it makes me not worry or stress about this kind of stuff. we can't know the truth, so let's interpret the songs in the way that makes us enjoy them the most! and don't let anyone tell you you're wrong, because they don't know the truth either, and the truth honestly doesn't matter. as taylor says over and over, these songs are ours now.

[septembersghost]

Sometimes I think harry's explanation on fine line(having s*x and feeling sad) suits hs1 better simply because that's all the album is about. I always think about his 2015-16 and I can't imagine it being any other way. Like I think 2015 was his worst year . First taylor left him and showed up with her bf 3 months after leaving him. Then zayn left the band and he definitely hated(atleast resented zayn for that) . He was snarky everytime zayn was brought up. I also felt like the boys also isolated him and blamed him for z.In some bts there was ot3 standing close then there was.......harry. If louis blamed harry in 2019 for breaking band we can imagine how he behaved in 15. on top there was Robin's cancer. So he had a lot to deal with and he was only 21-22. I genuinely don't think I'll be able to go through all that unscathed. So he didn't have a silver lining to look for in that stage and he used sex as a defence mechanism. Taylor left him when he had a bit more less-messy life I don't think hs1 would be this sad and maybe would've been more positive. I felt like tay left him when he desperately needed someone in his life who truly understands him as a support system. While he wrote it as a heartbreak album there is a lot of underlying issues in it. While he asks 'take the pain away' he is not just talking about Taylor. He is talking about everything in his life. I think Olivia perfectly describes how much he needed her companionship at that moment of his life.

that explanation of fine line is so inaccurate, and i think he said that to try and conceal some of its heartbreak/darkness/vulnerability, but it does the record a bit of a disservice. it's much more than that. i do agree that description is more fitting for HS1, though he does tackle some of that in a deeper way there as well.

idk that i'd characterize his response to zayn as hating him, but he definitely was upset/annoyed and played that off with snarky humor. i'd imagine it also frustrated him that zayn expressed some dismissal of the band as a whole, since harry has always openly been very proud of their music and what they achieved and created, but naturally the two of them had disparate experiences and walked away with individual feelings. i haven't necessarily picked up on the other boys blaming him (although i have seen commentary about h being blamed for the "hiatus" and some of the resentment that went along with that, whether unfounded or not), but that could be due to seeing things in hindsight rather than as they happened. (niall and harry seem quite close to me in press for mitam!)

agree that was a very difficult and tumultuous time for him, and it's easy to forget he was still SO young. there's real grief tucked away on a lot of HS1, and masking that with sex is not at all uncommon. the sorrow and feeling of not knowing how to handle everything is probably clearest in ever since new york, especially since he's said that it's about that specific loss, but shades of it and that uncertainty and hurt show up in ftdt/mmith and even two ghosts as well.

keeping in mind she was also very unwell and in an escalatingly bad place at this time, it makes additional sense as to why they never found a safe moment to land or an ability to work that out. two young, adrift people just trying to hold on and make it through various terrible storms weren't going to be able to build a lasting foundation.

While he asks 'take the pain away' he is..talking about everything in his life. definitely. fame itself is such a monster to deal with and to survive, and to be thrown headfirst into that as a teenager and try to surface and cope with early adulthood and finding your sense of self and experiencing such formative events...the trade-off of success and money or whatever for sharing your creativity and talent being that intrusive, incessant fame is nightmarish to consider. the entire concept of scrutiny on that level fills me with dread tbh. and it's been challenging and hard from the advent of popular celebrity, we've seen its destruction on so many people, sadly. it's incredible anyone survives it with their minds and hearts intact at all.

[subliminalbo]

One Shot #4: The Instrument and the Maestro

Standing on the stage before thousands of raucous fans chanting her name, Amelia clenched the microphone tight to her chest. She wished that she could just live in that moment forever. Wembley was the kind of venue that musicians worked their lives to book but Amelia was only twenty-four. She exhaled. What was next? Her rags-to-riches story had captivated the world. Raised by a single mother in Brooklyn, discovered by her producer. Jack, at a community talent show. Everything else felt like a dream. Her entire career was a haze from which she could pull few distinct memories as her life moved at a thousand miles an hour. Last week she was sixteen, yesterday she was twenty.

All Amelia really knew standing on that stage was that she deserved it. Her voice had always had a way with fans. Jack called it a gift. Their partnership had made her the most profitable solo act in the business. Her albums were often criticized for a lack of risk. There were plenty of takes from Twitter critics about Amelia's early work and her potential to be more than a popstar. It was true that before her partnership with Jack, Amelia had ambitions beyond pop stardom. She wanted to write and compose her own music, but Jack knew the business and a lack of freedom was the price all successful artists had to pay. Of course the negative reviews never stopped her singles from reaching number one on the pop charts. Even when people loathed Amelia, they still couldn't stop listening.

Amelia closed her eyes as the booming synth began to drone behind her. Time was picking up again. And when she opened her mouth and began to sing and her audience disappeared into the hypnotic lyrics of her song, Amelia too began to sink into a familiar trance.

Shortly after the Wembley show, Amelia met in the park for lunch with Jack and demanded to be released from her contract. Jack, surprised and smiling, reminded her that she was at the peak of her career. "You just played Wembley, why on earth would you want anything else?"

"I know Jack," Amelia sighed. "Wembley was great, you're great. But it's not about the money or the fame anymore. I want to make my own art. Like I used to."

"Of course," Jack nodded. "And I let you write a song for Siren."

Siren was the title of Amelia's upcoming album.

"No one should let me do anything. I was fine on my own."

"You were making low quality videos on Youtube. Supporting your mom on Patreon."

"But I had integrity."

For the first time, Jack frowned. "You know I only care about what's best for you. Are you absolutely certain about this, Amelia?"

Amelia shook her head. "When I was up there that night, surrounded by a hundred thousand fans, I...couldn't breathe. It was both so happy and so sad. Because I knew that no matter what I could never top that moment. Do you know what that feels like, Jack?"

Jack offered a sympathetic nod and said, "I just make the music."

"I'm sorry, Jack," Amelia whispered. "But I can't do this anymore."

Jack nodded. Amelia dropped her half-eaten salad into its bag, collected her things, and began to walk away. She heaved a sigh, heavy with both grief and optimism.

Jack, on the other hand, remained seated at the picnic table and calmly pulled out his cellphone. He slowly flipped through his contacts until he found Amelia and dialed. He admired the young starlet as she strutted confidently away. On queue, her phone began to ring, but as she pulled it from her purse, it slipped from her hand and landed uselessly in the grass.

"What..." Amelia mumbled as she stumbled on her feet. The sound of her own music playing back to her, pulling her down, deep into the same trance she'd grown used to performing under.

The trance was Amelia's true trademark, one of the things that set her apart from the other young twentysomethings trying to make it big in the music industry. Amelia had become known for her wild performances in which she lost herself in her own music. She'd admitted in interviews that she often lost track of time during her shows, a phenomenon that even her fans shared in. Many critics credited the trance to Amelia's perfectionism and showmanship.

When Jack approached Amelia, she'd dropped to her knees in submission.

Jack had been a gifted composer his entire life, but he couldn't perform for shit. That was how he got into producing. But after an initial series of failed attempts to break into the industry, he'd taken a chance on a young girl from Brooklyn. With Jack's hypnotic tunes and Amelia's natural talent, they could truly rule the world.

The musician looked up at her producer with those innocent, empty eyes.

"Amelia," Jack sighed. "You've gotta stop doing this."

"I am sorry," she said.

"What did I say last time?" he asked.

"I am the instrument and you are the maestro."

Jack nodded. "You don't want to work without me."

"I could never work without you," Amelia echoed.

"You're powerless without me," he added.

"I am your siren."

Jack placed his warm hand on her soft chin and studied her, checking for any sign rogue disobedience. One again pleased with his work he said, "Let's get back to the studio now. Especially before some paparazzo spots us."

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Repost: Ask on Mitski and on BTS Losing their Love for Making Music

Anonymous: Hi! Recently, because of Tiktok, I discovered this artist, Mitski. While I do like the music I've come across, I haven't dove into her full discography. I was curious about her since it seems like there's a lot of coversations occuring about her on the app and while I was reading her wikipedia, I came across this: She has stated her main reason for quitting was that she had a difficult time grappling with new-found indie stardom when her 2018 album Be the Cowboy hit the mainstream. She said the music industry felt like a "super-saturated version of consumerism", and that in the industry "you have to be a product that's being bought and sold and consumed". She regrets using her actual name to release music because it not longer felt like it belonged to her, and she felt like "a foreigner" to herself. She feared that by continuing to make music, eventually she would begin to produce music she didn't care about.

I wonder for artists like BTS, especially Namjoon and to a somewhat lesser extent Yoongi who both have publically commented on their artist/idol personas, if this is part of their struggles too. Especially for Namjoon who got a lot of flack from both Armys and non-Armys about his statement of them not releasing an English song or album and then coming out with Dynamite, and who has been open about his struggles with his artistry as well. For Yoongi, I think he's come to terms with who he is as an artist while Namjoon is still somewhat finding his way, based off of the comments I can remember from their interviews in the past few years. I guess as an ARMY, one of my biggest fears as a fan is for BTS to lose their love for creating music that are from their heart. So reading this and remembering those interviews made me a bit sad. I think this is a struggle for all artists, yes? A lot of them can't do music for the sake of music if they want to survive and we're just fortunate that BTS was able to do it, keep making music they want and not only earn but also dominate. I've found artists through you that people around me wouldn't even know. How many artists are there out in the world who are so passionate and talented but can't catch that big break? There was also this part: Mitski has stated in interviews that she has an uneasy relationship with her fans because she finds their relationship to her and her music overwhelming. She found the "worshipful commentary" about herself online damaging to her self-image. Her fanbase has been described as both 'extremely online', "cultish", and as rivaling Taylor Swift and BTS in intensity, if not size. In an interview in 2022 she described the audience at one of her shows as "unrelenting. Everyone needed a piece of me; I was so overwhelmed by hands grabbing at me that I was crying." In February 2022, Mitski tweeted out a statement regarding her feelings about fans using their phones at shows to record entire songs and sets. Watching fans record her shows, she felt "as though those of us on stage are being taken from and consumed as content". It reminded me of the MV of interlude: shadow and reading it made me feel the same choking feeling I felt when I first watched the MV. I've seen discourse in Tiktok on people fighting about their 'right' to record her shows when she's expressed that she doesn't want anyone doing so. I can't even imagine the pandemonium that would happen if BTS expressed the same (not that I think they would ever bec they're entirely used to cameras up in their faces now and seem to be capable of ignoring it somewhat while being aware of themselves). This begs the question: how much of artists are fans entitled to? Isn't the music enough. Does ARMY feel the same to BTS?

Mitski is often described as a private person. In interviews, she has declined to give specific details about her family and share the names of her two cats. She has explained that the choice to be private has made some people angry, because she has not held up her side of the bargain as a public figure. As an Asian-American woman, she felt pressure to represent her community. She expressed discomfort at the idea of people looking to her for guidance and seeing her as a leader of change in a white male-dominated industry. This reminds me of BTS too and some ARMY's appetite for knowing everything about them. We're lucky that a lot in the fandom actively pushes back on those who toe the line of privacy the boys have clearly set up. We are all aware of the pressure on BTS as Asian artist but for Mitski, it's a whole different battle altogether too. I can't even imagine. What do you think, BPP?

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Hi Anon,

I loved reading this. There are many parts of your ask that I want to highlight.

“I guess as an ARMY, one of my biggest fears as a fan is for BTS to lose their love for creating music that are from their heart.”

I’d say they feel the same as you do as they’ve been singing about this fear for years now, which to me shows how real of a threat it can be to an artist. The lyrics of several songs from Born Singer to Black Swan say as much.

“A lot of them can’t do music for the sake of music if they want to survive and we’re just fortunate that BTS was able to do it, keep making music they want and not only earn but also dominate.”

There are many motivators for ARMYs supporting BTS and this is one of them. Making music can be costly, and especially in the k-pop industry that churns groups out like poptarts on a conveyor belt to be consumed for a few years tops then sidelined for the next batch of groups, the cold hard truth is that a group has to be widely profitable to have longevity. You say “we’re just fortunate BTS was able to do it”, but I think it was more than mere fortune or chance. ARMYs decided to help make this a reality for them and this is one primary goal of ARMYs learning charting rules all over the world to know how to play fair. Many ARMYs were won over by BTS’s passion and commitment to making music together, so the feeling was, ‘whatever we can do to get these guys in a position where they can make whatever music they want, we’ll do it.’ When Taehyung said they no longer feel pressure to make a particular type of music and feel more freedom to do more of what they want, that made me very happy. They’ve shown unexpected sides to them in their solo music so far, and I’m really looking forward to all the solo and OT7 releases this year.

“This begs the question: how much of artists are fans entitled to? Isn’t the music enough?”

You know, I started writing a long paragraph here about what k-pop fans think they’re entitled to and the differences in some dominant attitudes with k-pop fans and ARMYs then scrapped the whole thing because, I honestly don’t think we’re ready for that conversation. Every single person including myself will be implicated and the picture is not pretty. I will say that ARMYs are the one fandom that though imperfectly, tries to consider this question in how they engage with BTS. All those 'ARMY rules’ people are constantly coming on Tumblr to complain about, are one imperfect expression of it and it’s one reason I’m a bit sympathetic towards the fandom. As you say here: “We’re lucky that a lot in the fandom actively pushes back on those who toe the line of privacy the boys have clearly set up.” BTS’s music is the primary reason I became a fan and this is the experience of several ARMYs I know, so I think for a lot of us, the music might be enough. But that’s not how k-pop functions and that’s the truth.

“Does ARMY feel the same to BTS?”

I don’t know. I think you’re right about RM still figuring things out and it’s very possible that in the not too distant future, BTS might do other things besides music, or music together. I think that, post-Grammys, there’ll be a sequence of events that will happen very quickly and we’ll have more clarity on but it’s too early to speculate now. On how BTS feels about ARMY, I really like what RM said about ARMY here:

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You know, Mitski is an artist I love but she’s a bit of a special case. There’s been some controversy around how her dad worked as a CIA operative during a time of violent regime change in Central Africa. And as usual on the internet, people were unrelentingly critical saying she apparently grew up privileged but 'marketed’ herself as a grassroots radical spearheading anti-capitalist and queer politics. People have said she white-washed her American and Japanese heritage in the cowboy myth in her music and basically romanticized 'genocidal colonizer’ attitudes. I kid you not. People were going to her concerts solely to write reviews criticizing the whole thing from start to finish. So, her statements aren’t surprising to me given, well, how huge swarths of people have decided to mischaracterize her whole career.

Sometimes, when I talk about how minority artists are discussed I now realize some people might not have sufficient context for what I’m talking about. But that right there is one example.

Originally posted: March 22nd, 2022 10:45am

[hanniejji]

TAGS UWU

So I was tagged three times and since I wasn't able to do it on my phone I had to do it on my computer lmao anyway I got tagged by my sweet cakes(@hyunjinsgiggle ), the sunshine (@felegs ), and this cutie (@stayuwu ) this is going to be long btw im sorry and the ending is very depressing ignore it

Bold Tag

Rules: bold the ones that apply to you!

Appearance:

I’m over 5'5 / I wear glasses/contacts / I have blonde hair / I wear sweatshirts a lot / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I have one or more piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have gotten plastic surgery / I have or had braces / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look / I prefer Nike to Adidas / I wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies and talents:

I play a sport / I can play an instrument / I am artistic / I know more than one language / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim / I enjoy writing / I can do origami / I prefer movies on TV shows / I can execute a perfect somersault / I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year / I enjoy spending time with friends / I travel during school or work brakes / I can do a handstand

Experiences:

I have had my first kiss / I have gotten drunk / I have told a crush I like them / I have traveled outside of the country / I have flown on an airplane / I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours / I have had a near-death experience / I have caught something on fire / I have performed in a talent show / I have shot a gun / I have been on TV / I have gone scuba diving / I have broken a bone / I have slow-danced / I have gone on a shopping spree

Relationships:

I am in a relationship / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend I have known for over ten years / my parents are together / I have dated my best friend / I am adopted / my crush have confessed to me / I have had a long-distance relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I have made an online friend / I met up with someone I have met online

Aesthetics:

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sun rise / I enjoy rainy days / I have slept under the stars / I meditate outside / the sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / I know what snow tastes like / I listen to music to fall asleep / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths / Autumn is my favorite season

Miscellaneous:

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle / I am the mom friend / I live by a certain quote / I like the smell of sharpies / I am involved in extracurricular activities/ I enjoy Mexican food / I can drive stick-shift / I have memorized an entire song in a day / I believe in true love / I dream up scenarios to fall asleep / I sing in the shower / I wish I lived in a video game / I have a canopy above my bed / I am Multi-racial / I am a redhead / I own at least three dogs / I am LGBR

I'm about to answer 33 questions wow I feel like I'm on an examination

11 questions tag

by sweet cakes:

1. what is your fashion sense?

I have a lot of styles depending on the weather or my mood. I mostly do the sweater/jacket + high waisted shorts hehe or turtle neck + shorts + cardigan/jacket. when I'm lazy, which is always, I wear an oversize hoodie and shorts and the occasional cap hihi I have a weird sense of fashion

2. what is your favourite season?

I like rainy, or windy. any is fine as long as I don't sweat like hell adfaslsja I hate summer

3. if you could go on holiday anywhere, where?

I love going to beaches but tbh anywhere with good views is fine, it doesn't matter since the most important thing for me is that I get the experience and take lots of photos if they have a lot of delicious foods then that's better oof

4. what is one quote you live by?

"learn to stand on your own feet" has a very special place in my heart

5. would you ever get a tattoo, and if so, what and where?

I would want a snowflake, because we're not alone falling down

6. what is your favourite song at the minute?

at the moment, it's nobody knows by youngjae and fine by yugyeom ✨✨

7. what is one album you would listen to for the rest of your life?

I still listen to Linkin Park songs because of the meaningful and relatable lyrics

8. what is your favourite memory from the last year?

it has to be the one time my mom said she's proud of me :')

9. what is one regret you have?

not being able to make friends easily :'( I find it hard to do

10. would you change aforementioned regret?

maybe :'(

11. if you could have any food in the world to eat right now, what would it be?

How dare you make me choose I can't possibly choose between different varieties of foods :'( fries, frappe, and shawarma w/o cucumber pls

by sunshine 🌞

1. what’s one thing that helps you relax?

probably sleeping with soft background music

2. what’s your favorite novel and author?

I'd rather poetry :') sea of strangers by lang leav is amazing

3. are you an affectionate person? if so, how do you show affection?

I'm more like the closet affectionate person hehe but when I'm tired or sleepy I get clingy a lot but I'm mostly through small actions, I'm not comfortable with saying "I miss you" or whatever unless I'm typing them

4. are you an early bird or a night owl?

totally a night owl

5. if you’re comfortable with it, do you have a song you connect to something or someone, and if so, what is it?

sorry by halsey, broken home by 5sos

6. if you could go back to a place you’ve been to before, where would it be?

the beach we went to last vacation :')

7. what does your favorite piece of clothing - that you own yourself - look like?

a very comfy oversized hoodie, it's black with front pocket, sweater paaaaws, and it has a small doodle of neptune on the back

8. who’s your bias and why?

bias? I don't know her

9. do you believe in luck and miracles?

yas, my aunt is actually a fortune teller? idk? but she knows a lot about those and spirits thing but since I have low self confidence I mostly sound like I don't believe in them

10. what’s your favorite type of decorations?

aesthetic and pastel colors ✨

11. do you prefer being outside or inside?

booooth

by cutie :

1. Are you a daydreamer? If so, what do you dream about?

sometimes I just space out without even realizing

2. What’s your favorite place in the world?

home

3. What’s home to you?

somewhere that no one can judge me, a safety place, a place where I can let loose and be comfortable and not give a care about anything

4. This is not a question but quote a vine.

"oh hell noOooOoOOoOooOooOO"

5. Grey’s anatomy or House?

what i don't watch any of these

6. Do you have any pets?

a lame excuse of a cat

7. What kind of friend are you? (You know, the mom friend, the meme friend, etc).

the mom friend, scolds you 25/8, gives advises everywhere, comforts you, takes things seriously, drops everything just to listen to you unless I'm in a very bad mood, sacrifices for you, boyfriend material (according to my friend), secretly soft, lazy but exerts effort when needed, randomly does weird things and dances to fortnite, supports you, but lowkey doesn't do the same for myself lol because I'm emo and you can hear me saying bad things about myself 27/10 and pushing you away lol

I don't share my food unless you're important lmao

8. Do you hate someone? If so, why?

fake peopleeee

9. What’s your dream job?

to be a journalism

10. What MCU character resembles you the most? (not physically, more like mentally and emotionally).

probably wanda

11. I won’t use this eleven question as an actual question, use your right to answer to this to talk about whatever the fuck you want. Rant, fangirl, talk about what you did today or yesterday or whatever. Just talk.

I just want to cry to someone but I don't have the heart to tell anyone, I don't know why but I get stressed so easily and that one time our nurse had a seminar and asked if anyone is depressed, I just want to raise my hand but I'm too scared someone will judge me and think of me as a weak person, like now, and she started this speech about how to beat depression and I just can't understand how is that going to work because it doesn't work on me. I'm getting tired of constantly getting sad for no reason and it's bothering my classmates and I hate bothering them I feel like I'm annoying so I kept these thoughts to myself. It's hard trying to avoid spacing out and being so quiet all of the sudden, I'm getting mad at myself for being pathetic and I did the "do" once because I was so desperate to feel something other than sadness and I couldn't even tell anyone and right now I feel like this rant I'm doing is bothering everyone I hate being like this :'(

I'm doooonneee hehehehe that took me like a long time and I should really sleep now :') I will reblog this with my 11 questions and tags because tumblr has limits ugh

[shit-talk-turner]

Isn't it still nepotism if you're only working with your girlfriend because she's your girlfriend and not because she really has any talent on her own? Also, how sad is it for Louise that her very famous and talented boyfriend has to be like "Ugh, let me do it" because she couldn't promote/succeed on her own?//

Yeah, I agree that *if* he's just doing it because she's his gf then it's nepotism, but I don't get the impression that he'd invest that much of his creative energy into it if thats all that was driving it... especially at a time when he's also about to launch his own album. If all this really is for her album, then I think Louise/her album is just a way for him to experiment and practice skills that he doesn't get to practice with AM (producing, maybe writing in a different genre or even language, etc) with little consequences. He probably doesn't find her as hopelessly untalented as we do, to be fair, but I imagine the appeal of getting involved with this would have been largely self-motivated. She was probably just a convenient outlet. And in that case, any press would be for his own work, so he might as well? Also lbr, at this point, the better he makes her look, the less poorly she reflects on him, so that can't hurt either.

Agreed that its sad for Louise to need him in this way in order to succeed and I don't think his involvement will set her up for success. Given her Jane fantasies though, I don't think that bothers her much. *I* think its kinda pathetic and I certainly wouldn't want to get by on someone else's laurels (which is part of what I admire about Alexandra so much), but Louise doesnt seem to have the same POV.

Very interesting points. I see what you mean. (I hope we're wrong and this is something else entirely, kind of haha)

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

16 - Is This A Good Idea

This chapters songs:

These Days - The Wallows

Stay away (it's like that) - TV Girl

Verbatim - Mother Mother

- Y. L. Perspective

It was Monday once again, and I was sitting down at the freakishly clean lunch table, where I nervously waited for my friends' long-awaited responses. "So? Do you guys wanna...say something?"

Everybody sat with their eyes wide, surprised at my explanation of how the other night came to be.

"You're telling me...that...you and Sugawara..were a thing this whole time?!" Giki slams her palms onto the table, catching the attention of a few people around us. "AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO TELL US...?!"

Toruku puts his finger over her mouth, still keeping his eyes on me. I wasn't very confident that my friends would understand that Koushi and I had loved each other for quite a while. But I had to tell them sooner or later. And before anything is official between us, I'd like to tell them. They're my family, after all.

"Are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend?" Hikishi curls his brows, fishing out some rice on his chopsticks, and shoving it into his mouth. "Damn, I knew something was going on between you guys!"

Giki slaps Toruku's finger away, rolling her eyes. She twirls her short black hair in her fingers, still curious about my relationship with a boy they had only met a few times. "I thought that you said you were just friends? Not that I'm against it.. but.. how come you didn't tell us?"

Toruku chimes in, "Is this why you talk about him so much? Or why you've been so distant recently?" His words make me think back to the many times I had listened to their conversations more than discuss with them anything that happened with me.

"I guess I was just scared you guys would think I'm getting myself into trouble or something. I mean, none of you have got your eye on anyone, right?" I look at the three as they all shake their heads. "Look, we're not a couple or anything. We're just... overthinking things."

I loudly, laying my head down on the table. Truth was, I'd been wondering whether or not being in a relationship with Koushi was a smart idea. All I needed was a chance to go through my options and stop to think. Thankfully, Hikishi taps my head, pulling my attention towards him, Giki, and Toruku.

"Hey, we're still your friends, you know. It doesn't matter who you like, we're always here to talk and give you advice. Besides, we all like Sugawara! He's nice and treats you good," Hikishi says, turning to his friends for reassurance. "Right guys?"

They nod, leaning close towards each other to make a small oddly shaped circle. "Yeah, of course. Now, spill, Y/n! What has been happening ever since the party?"

"Uh, yes. On a walk home, we had both agreed to wait a little bit to figure out our feelings, but it was more so that I could realize mine. It wasn't so bad, though. I had time for myself and to spend some time with the volleyball team. They're loud and crazy, but they're fun. I can't believe they're all so respectful considering they're teenage boys. Anyway, we kept talking casually as two people who liked each other would!" I take a sip of my juice box, taking a deep breath from explaining so much. Still, my friends were all ears, leaning back to hear the frightening love story of Koushi and me. "After Oikawa had seen me at the party, he tried texting me a few days later, saying he wanted to talk. I brushed it off casually as any other person who's been in drama with him would and told him I was busy. But on the day of the practice game, I saw him there! He and Oikawa. Supposedly, they're the two best players on the Aoba Johsai Volleyball team."

"Oh..does that mean you have beef with them not only because of that party and because of volleyball?" Giki asks. By "you guys", she meant Toruku and me.

I nod, slapping my forehead. "Yup. And that's not even the worst part! We have to play in a spring tournament with them, which means seeing them more than what I'm comfortable with. On the day of the game, I bumped into Hajime in the hall. He didn't cause any trouble! He was nice and apologized and everything, surprisingly. I explained how I was there as a manager, not some creepy stalker, and even got to talk a bit about how life's been treating us. As for Oikawa, he didn't say much. He saw that I was at their game as a manager, but never confronted me about it. I'm sure Hajime had enlightened him on how I was a part of the volleyball team. Still, he could have told me something if he claims he wanted to talk so badly! Koushi noticed how I was acting strange when he entered the room and confronted me about it when we got to my house."

Toruku raises a brow, asking, "your house? So he spends the night now?"

"N-no! Well, he's never actually stayed an entire night. He usually just comes over towards night and leaves around two or three in the morning. I think his dad might be strict about him staying out late, so that's probably why he has to sneak back home. Anyway, after I had told him what happened, he understood, and eventually, we began talking about ourselves. God, it felt so good to tell him how I felt. And I know now that I didn't just like Koushi, I was in love with him. He just makes me feel safe and knows me so well. If we weren't separated by an entire school year, I'm sure I would have realized it sooner, but I do love him. A lot, actually. And if I'm being brutally honest, I don't care we only have a year to be together." For a second, I forgot that my friends had opinions of their own and began to blabber on about how much I liked Suga. They all looked as if they were just given a box or issues to solve. "So...do you guys think I should?”

None of them mutter a word and instead trade worried expressions, then look back at me. "Look,

Y/n. I don't think any of us have ever experienced this entire 'love' thing except for you and Toruku, so I don't think that our opinions would help very much. But..we can all agree that you've cheered up ever since you started hanging out with Sugawara. Hell, even your chords have been getting better. We've never seen you so happy before. So if you really love him, then we respect your decision to be with him." Hikishi smiles brightly at me, as Toruku and Giki nod along with his words.

I sigh, very relieved that I had such wonderful friends. They were here for me before I even got to find myself and my talents. How could I doubt that they wouldn't be supportive? It's them, after all. "That amazing, thank you, guys." I smile back, looking down at the poke bowl I'd brought in my bento today. "Now that that's over, we should probably make plans for our schedule. It's been quite some time since we've talked about it."

"Ah, yes!" Giki exclaims, shoving her hands into her school bag and fishing out a large piece of paper. "So, I just got this flyer for a band competition coming up. It's in about a month, so that gives us some time to come up with some ideas for songs and practice."

Each of us passes around the flyer, observing its letters. Although it was written in lazy lettering and small pictures, we knew it wasn't something to brush off. Booking gigs and getting our name out to the public was what we needed. Ever since we had published a small album of some scraps from a few songs we'd written, we've only gotten people from our families, school, and some friends we knew in the industry. And before we would sign with my aunt, she wanted for us to gain a few more supporters and fans to help us get the word out further.

Giki nods, happily drumming her fingers on the table. "Yup! I already signed us up. Since the festival has gotten much more popular, I'm sure there will be a lot of people there!"

"Great, that gives us something to look forward to. Now, for what to choose as the song..." I lean onto my elbow, stared down by my band members. They all raise their brows at me. "...what?"

"Word on the street is that Summer's Amp Fest is looking for more than just what people can cover. They're looking for authenticity. We think it would be best to come up with something of our own, " Toruku explains. Still, I'm confused as to why they look to me for help.

"So..?"

"So... do you wanna come up with some lyrics?" In surprise of Giki's question, I began choking on my salmon. 'Write a song? I hope they only mean words and not notes as well. I've never been asked such a thing from my band.' I think to myself, choking in distress while Hikishi handed me a cup of water.

I down the entire thing, steering the coughing to a halt. And not long after do I ask, "you mean, like, write an entire song?! Look, I'm flattered and all, but I'm not very good!"

"Come on! You're the one who knows their way with words, Y/n! You've written a few others in the past, why not do it now?" Toruku pleads.

"Because it's so stressful! And only in a month? Can we even be prepared by then?!" I yell out. "Besides, what would I even write about? It's not like my life is any more interesting or sad than you guys!"

"Tch, you're in love for Christ's sake! That's what most artists write about! Take a look at TV girl— all they sing are songs about being addicted to cigarettes, sex, and heartbreak. You can do it, Y/n!" Hikishi claps his hands together. "As long as it's impactful and sounds good, then I think we'll be fine."

"Yeah! If you'd like, you can even talk to Suga about it! Maybe he can help too," Giki suggests.

I frown, scared that when the time comes, I'll disappoint my friends. All I've ever written are a few words and such. Almost all our songs are instrumentals with one or two verses. "I don't know, you guys. What if I make something super cringe and bad?"

"Y/n, you've got everything you need to write a full song. All we're asking for is authenticity and emotion. Not much! Look, me and Hikishi will take care of the chords and notes. Giki can get everything prepared for us, and you can write the lyrics! A good song will get us in the spotlight," Toruku explains.

Although I had doubts about my talents, I had hope that I could grow a pair and put in some effort into a song.

"Okay then. It can't be too hard, right?"

-

"Koushi, this is so hard! There's nothing I have in mind!" I whine to him as we walk to the clubrooms. School had just ended and volleyball practice was next on our agenda. Today, the so-called so "guardian" was to come back from some kind of secondary school he attended.

The boy pats my back as I throw my head back. "Don't stress it, Y/n. They said it was around a month away, right? That gives you a lot of time to come up with something. And if you'd like, I can even help you. Though, I'm not sure I'm very good with words," he chuckles, running his hand through his hair.

"Really now? Your little letter says otherwise," I say, turning Koushi's cheeks crimson. As much as I wanted to go further into the playful argument, locker rooms were just up ahead. We departed before continuing.

Before I enter the girls club room, the sound of two girls talking came from inside. 'Whatever. Other sports teams have things to do too, right?' I straightened my skirt, hoping that my being there wouldn't be an issue.

I carefully open the door, peeking my head inside of it. I could only recognize Kiyoko changing into her sweat pants, but not the other girl. Once reassuring that it wasn't a crowd of people, I fully entered, closing the door behind me. "Uh—hello," I utter, awkwardly smiling while walking towards my locker.

The stranger turns quickly, revealing her figure. 'Who is this chick?!' I ask myself. She had straight dirty blonde hair, smooth milky skin the covered her body, and deep green eyes. I was surprised such a beautiful and classy girl was here in a gym locker room.

She looks me up and down, attempting to return the smile. "Oh—hi! You must be the new manager. My name is Eclair, it's nice to meet you!"

-

Vote pls and ty ok bye ily

- estrxlar

[incorrect-pokespe-quotes]

Fanfic Band AU: First Chapter

“Second call!” was announced behind the door.

He saw his bass, red as his trade mark, they were RGB for something the young man thought. The eyeliner made his eyes scarlet eyes remark that even more.

Three songs, only three, they had troubles with the place so they cut their time in stage.

“Fucking cunts.” said the brunette at his side like reading his thoughts.

“Green, please, don’t aggravate the obvious…” said the youth playing with her drumsticks.

“Guys, keep on, we are going to end this like the stars we are…” he said while putting his costume.

“Yeah, stars that some no good owners treat like anything… Red, we aren’t the bastards of the Elite Four yet…” Green said while eyeing Blue’s costume.

White high heel boots, a tight short black dress and a navy blue jacket. He lust a bit over her friend, but seeing her face killed his hots. Then he eyed Red seeing how that tight shirt defined his chest and those ugly pants marked his friend’s bulge, but again, seeing that face killed his desires, that wine colored coat also murdered his mood.

“Green, I know this sucks, but please, we have to keep this, it’s enough with how much money was refund to the shortage of the concert, so just suck it up and let them fuck us anally…” Red said not really believing in his motivational junk.

“Besides, that two things are your best talents.” the one with blue eyes laughed mockingly bit most of all entirely in a false way.

“Says the one who is ready to flap her purse in the corner…” Green responded.

“Sure, the one with bad boy style can say shit about my clothes, leather jackets with fluff in the collar are not as edgy as you think, you twink… or some biker bear that took your daddy issues with poking your prostate left it in the motel?” she said while trying to decide in the mirror between ponytail or just free.

“Yeah, fucking older dudes or women ‘cuz your parents leave you with your grandfather is worse than having hots for your brother…” Blue laughed at that.

“If we can kill each other…” the young woman started.

“Then we’ll kill ourselves…” the skinny man said.

“Guys… can you lighten up a bit, just don’t kill yourselves until we have our third album….” the black haired youth sighed.

“Third call, go to the stage!” it was announced.

“Okay, get your shit together and let’s explode the hell back to this world.” Red said while seeing him in the mirror trying to find any imperfection.

“Princesses, let’s do it!” claim Blue while leaving the camerin.

The darkness and silence before the storm, the omen of a concert they thought, expecting, waiting, blessed and most off all, wasted or drunk, the three youths loved it.

Spotlight shining, dazzling lights and colors exploding as the masses did in screams, attention, devotion and people living the idea of them, what else they could wish for?

Blue started, what better than go straight with this?

Then Green, guitar as precise as him.

Red started the bass… gulped and then

“Walk right in all you sinners and saints, tonight’s the night we’re gonna take off these chains!”

“Some wounds will never mend!” the crowd exploded.

The stimulating pestilence of sex, alcohol and cigarettes, Green wasn’t in the mood to think about the bunch of probably underage girls who were naked in his bed, he didn’t mind at that point they weren’t more that confused teens who would do anything for their idols.

He got up, put some pants and took some random bottle from the floor and chug it. The burn in his throat wasn’t enough, all of them were still there, every thought was still there.

The door knocked, he couldn’t care less about what happens or who could that, after all, Daisy already said he could go fuck himself.

Apparently his fortuite romance with ignorancia has already left him behind, at that point in his mess he called life was too early for surrender and too late for a prayer.

He opened the door to see his manager, Steven Stone, living in his father’s orders and shadow Green supposed.

“Hey, Green, you have a gig so grab your stuff and let’s go.” Steven said in an authoritarian voice, Green found that quite attractive of the man.

He was blind by design, Green didn’t care anymore after all he bounded with his manager by being divided by deception but being together to rise. It still hurt after all.

“Come on, the concert is in almost a fucking day, besides, we still have plenty of time…” he said while unwrapping Steve’s tie.

“Green, we can’t keep doing this, what if Red or Blue find us, or my father?” the man said getting off Green’s hands.

“Like your father is one to talk… no problem, you are still the better Stone in the bed…” he said leaning into his neck and removing the tie. Steve pushed the young adult. “Well, you’re father is more into violence but if that’s what you want…” Green didn’t care anymore, he has already lose everything. He unbuttoned all of Steve’s shirt already.

What was the point of caring? His parents didn’t care in any time for him but most off all, his sister and grandfather didn’t are anymore… he couldn’t go to hell if he was already in there.

“They say the end is coming and I need to prepare!” jumps, dances, screams, everything, the world was reflected in their music. “We can’t go to hell if we’re already there!” then it ended, applauses and happiness. Sure, that was fulfilling but still not enough. “Thanks everyone for coming tonight, I know we had to cut our time here but me and my friends are so excited to be with you and let’s get ready with this…” Red exclaimed to be interrupted by the frenetic sound of Green’s guitar.

“Black sheep, come home…” the unison whisper of the crowd started, he licked his lips.

“Hello, again, friend of a friend I knew you when!” the drastic end, the erratic guitar and drums. “Our common goal was waiting for the world to end!” the claps started.

A moonlit starry night, it was quite beautiful, but for Blue it sucked just like everything. After all, truth was just a rule that she could bend at her please, it wasn’t a big deal after all. The restaurant was boring for her tastes, she only wanted to get out, but she promised for Giovanni and Silver that she would spend that time with them.

“Hey, Blue.” there he came, Silver, the one and only person she truly cared about. Caring, harsh, distant, mysterious, naive, strong and everything she could wish. “Sorry, but father said he couldn’t go out of his work, you know how it is…” excusing his father as always.

“It’s not a big deal…” she cracked the whip with that words, maybe they were truth but maybe don’t.

“Come on, Blue, he is our father, and he is proud of you.” he is your father, she wanted to say. She didn’t want Giovanni as his father and most of all she didn’t want Silver as his brother.

“Like I care…” she said while, grabbing a menu. “And how’s college?” she shape shifted the trick of the conversation not wanting keep talking about Giovanni.

“It’s great, I was admitted quite easily.” he said with a monotone voice. She thought that whoever that had for dad the richest, most corrupted and feared men in Kanto would have easy that stuff. “And how are Red and Green?” the red haired asked. She didn’t know how to answer, Red always seemed to be stressed or just plain distant, Green kept sleeping with Mr. Stone and that kept them high in Devon.

“Well… Red is somewhat stressed and Green is… more loose these times.” she really didn’t know a bit about her best friends.

“I hope you get a vacation, too much work could be harmful…” always caring for her…

Was he always that naïve? That innocent to not see what was happening. She hated Giovanni for taking everything for her at least anything she had now.

Her parents were murdered by The Masked Man who was later found and killed by Team Rocket as she knows it was because that man was a rogue assassin from that group and how curious that the men who was behind all that adopted her from the kindness of his heart.

And most of all Silver.

She’ll send her love from a wire, lift him every time everyone walks away from him, but her feelings would never reach out. After all, she was no more than his sister.

At least the loved she wanted wasn’t the same he felt toward her, and she wasn’t okay with that.

“It’s a mechanical… bull, the number one, you’ll take a ride from anyone, everyone wants a ride,” hysterical yells, he knew some people were crying, others were so wasted to even care, but this was how they made them feel alive. “pulls away, from you…” silence, destruction a death from a reborn. He could feel it everything and at the same time it was an infinite finite world of possibilities to end this.

He saw his partners, excited and full of energy, this was RGB, and they were that.

“Okay let’s give them a night so awesome they’ll have every other one that comes…” said Blue pulling her hair behind her ear.

“If I can’t kill myself, then let’s trigger a massive suicide…” Green cracked his knuckles.

“Was a long and dark december, from the rooftops I remember, there was snow, white snow” guitar and bass together, just like Red and Green since they were kids. And the drum entered with full force, that was the raw power of Blue in a sole sound. “Clearly I remember from the windows they were watching while we froze down below…”

Cold, that was the only thing that he felt.

“Sorry, Red, but we can't… I won’t keep with this…” the blonde told with a hint of sadness in her voice but most of all it was decision in her.

“Yellow, please, give me time, I… I still want to be with you, we will sort this out… please…” the one of yellow orbs was done, her future wasn’t going to be architectured by Red’s carnival of not caring, she’ll prefer lay low.

Red didn’t understand a but, if she loved him, won’t she let him know? His armour was hollow now, his emotions just died and hit the ground. He did everything he could, but his best wasn’t enough he tried but it wasn’t enough, his love wasn’t enough but most of all, he wasn’t enough.

“Red, it’s for the better, our lives are heading different directions… and I ratter bit mingle with yours…” his love was like a poem that Yellow unfold and then returned it to him. It seems that he was a captain of a sinking ship.

Their unwound future… now there was nothing.

“Yellow, you love me?” a harsh and desperate question for a desperate man, it was like a single thread of light and hope that refused to leave him.

“Yeah, and that’s exactly why we need to end this…” she said with a smile, no sadness in her, just a bright smile and a gentle voice. If she loved him why she’d let him go? “It was a pleasure, our time together I mean, sorry for this, but we deserve something we don’t provide each other.

He still didn’t understand, he was sure de was the love of her life, then, why?

“You promised me… you promised me, Yellow!” he tried screaming, but his pain had already transcended words.

Yellow only gave him a warm smile and walked away.

“I took my love down to a violet hill, there we sat in the snow. All the time she was silent still.” he looked down and pointed the microphone toward the audience. That was all his being in just one song.

“So if you love me… won’t you let me know?” they answered.

“So if you love me… won’t you let me know?” but most important, at the end, their music reflected their world.

[paganpoetrywrittendown]

Lonely Teenagers

Lonely Teenagers

Requiem For Lonely Teenagers With Passed-Out Moms-Atlas Sound

Sad, woozy, and lilting...this is simply late-night gorgeousness. Has a vaguely psychedelic feel. Its an interesting side project of Bradford James Cox, the lead singer of Deerhunter. Kind of surprised me that it is a side project, cause I could see this being on a Deerhunter record.

No matter...reminds me of Galaxie 500 a bit. Off of the Another Bedroom EP.

Seal Eyeing-Animal Collective

Starts out with all these underwater sounds, and then this gorgeous piano comes in. Its hard to describe after that. Either you know how creative Animal Collective is...and you get them. Or you don't.

And about 2 and 1/2 minutes in, the song gets even prettier.

I really like the band, and have since Sungs Tongs. I will say that sometimes I think they pack too many ideas into a song. Not on this one...again, like Atlas Sound...very late-night and beautiful. And to think, this is a "B-Side" of new single "Water Curses".

On Your Shore-Enya

Enya gets kind of a bad rap. I mean, some of it is deserved. She essentially makes the same record over and over. If you buy one, you have them all.

But, well before Beck, she was a bedroom artist herself. She plays all the instruments, records all the backing tracks, etc. And she is from the extremely talented Clannad family (huge in Ireland). I think she bailed on them because she was the youngest. Like Andy Gibb.

That said, with all the studio tricks she layers her songs with, it is this song, that always chokes me up, always gets to me. I've put it on mixtapes and people always tell me that they had to check, that they didn't know it was Enya. Its off her first (and best) record Watermark. Its just her singing about finding yourself always on someone's shore. Ignore what you are supposed to think and realize its beautiful.

Under The Ivy-Kate Bush

I could devote an entire blog to Kate Bush and how much I love her. So to say I am way more than biased about her entire recording output is well, a massive understatement.

This song always makes me cry. There is something just so simple and beautiful about it--plaintive and visceral...its just arresting. I don't know, the imagery...I can't explain it.

Deliver Me-Robin Holcomb

When I make mixtapes, I have songs which are old standbys--I always come back to them, always put them CD's. This is one. Robin Holcomb has released maybe 3 records in the last 15 years...and this is from her first. I bought in Chicago in '93--i found it in the 99 cent bin. I think I had a read a review or something...I honestly cannot remember. But I know I bought it for around a dollar.

Its worth 99 dollars (and you can get this song in ITunes, as well as the whole album, simply titled Robin Holcomb). The whole album is great...but this song, man, this song.

Its just her singing very quietly over a piano. Again, like the Kate Bush song, its so beautiful its hard to put down in words. Maybe like a sunset...a perfect sunset.

Which might be a cheesy image (guilty) but it works. In the song, she keeps repeating "deliver me, the light is only perfect, for a very short time." So I guess it alludes to the concept of the Scottish gloaming (in a literal sense) and about a relationship in a figurative sense.

Whatever, its fucking gorgeous. You know what, it sounds like a prayer...there is something religious about it. Insanely beautiful.