Soo I started taking violin classes like a month ago and both my mom and the teacher kept telling me (jokingly):
“did you know that the violin was said to be the devil’s instrument?”
(Coz it’s complex and difficult to play but also charming and luring (?))
And I was like “where did I heard of this before…”
THIS IS WHERE.
LUCIFER HIMSELF.
THE KING OF HELL.
(just for the sake of accuracy, the violin is played on the left shoulder but who am I to judge tbh)
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Here's a (super) rough draft of a song I wrote 10 years ago in high school- seemed appropriate to share today.
Lyrics under the cut!
Oh, Soothsayer, tell us what you know
Soothsayer, is it just for show?
Propaganda can shape reality
Make conspirators of devotees
What are we?
And we took turns stabbing the Emperor and watched him bleed before our eyes
and we took turns stabbing the Emperor and watched him bleed on the Ides
On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars
On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars
Oh, fair citizens, why this animosity?
Fair citizens, we've prevented tyranny
Love your coward, sure, but love us more
Havoc! Let slip the dogs of war
To the sea
And we took turns stabbing the Emperor and watched him bleed before our eyes
and we took turns stabbing the Emperor and watched him bleed on the Ides
Even you, even you, even you, even you
And you hurt worse than all of the others
For he loved you the most and you were just like your brothers
On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars
On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars
Oooooooh
We can't blame this one on the stars
The fault is ours, the fault is ours
It does not matter how
We are the tyrants now, we are the tyrants now
Even you, even you, even you, even you
And you hurt worse than all of the others
For he loved you the most and you were just like your brothers
On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars
On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars
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Unconventional wake-up call this morning.
At first, I thought it was part of my dream---I’ve always had vivid dreams, and especially when I’ve been reading before bed. (The details fade quickly, once I’m awake and upright, but the feelings tend to linger...)
By the time I surfaced, though, it was undeniable---there really was a man playing the violin outside my window in the cold dark of 3:15am. He only played for a few minutes, something rambling and tuneless. It was barely enough time to scramble to the window and peer through the blinds---I caught nothing except his shoulders, the back of his head as he turned away. Maybe it really was a dream; even now, an hour or so later with coffee in hand, it still feels a bit like one. A moment out of time, something crystallized in a brighter, stranger place and then dropped into my life to shine incongruously under the streetlamp.
Later I’ll be annoyed he woke me up so early, but I’m still too charmed by the moment---just me and this wandering fiddler awake in the witching hour, like something from a story.
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Can we talk about the intro scene of Bright Young Things bc I'm going INSANE
Sing, Sing, Sing by Benny Goodman (imdb says a custom band called the Not So Bright Young Things plays it in the movie!!)
The red imagery
MICHAEL SHEEN
The whimsy and fast pacing of the party in time with the music (which is SUCH a good song!!)
Calling this all boring!! Immediate characterization of these people that are so numb to all this its BORING TO THEM
Just
AAAAAA
Anyway I just really love this opening scene and I am going to be thinking about it all week while looping sing sing sing :')
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