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Hello!

Can u do a platonic hades, adamas, poseidon, and zeus having the youngest brother who looks, acts and has the same power as makima. Especially their reaction to him gaining fatal wounds but being totally fine and his power and personality.

Thank u so much!

He's just a little rough around the edges

Makima + Poseidon gives me nightmares

Also writing this while jamming to Diamond City Lights is something else, two completely different vibes.

Also, Male! Reader

Poseidon will treat you no different from the rest, unless you do something about it.

And you kinda did, he was being a bitch so you were a raging bitch back, from plainly ignoring him like the dirt on your shoes and now that there's no one in the room, that never happened.

Yes Poseidon is harsh, but unless you give him a reason to he has no reason to ignore the little brother that made a lower god's head pop. He's the type who does tough love.

There's nothing more the lower gods fear then you both in the same room.

Especially since you both have the tendency to look calmer then you are.

With those gods knowing how easily and quickly Poseidon can get rid of them is enough, they think you do the same but you enjoy the long run. Manipulate Mansplain and Malewife I guess.

If you were to get injured, Poseidon wouldn't bat an eye, like how he doesn't bat an eye to the majority of what you do. Maybe he'll have a servant patch it up to avoid it getting worse.

If it's fatal however, he'll be the one to take you to the nurses, he won't listen to a single thing you say about being fine. He's taking you over there and you're gonna shut up and let him do it.

Seeing that you actually ARE fine, he'll play it off as "you're just weaker, a wound like that will cause you more harm then it would if I had it" he was just worried, don't take that at face value.

Telling him that you just transferred the would over to a lower god amusses him, especially since he knows very little about your abilities outside of blood control.

He'll be the first to say it, "he's just rough around the edges, get to know him and he's a sweetheart" especially being the younger brother to two gods who are assholes to everyone around them.

Zeus will always be more carefree, most of your injuries probably happened by running away from Zeus. Just let him smother you in love alright? He's been the youngest for so long.

It doesn't matter how big or small the wound is, Hermes is ready with bandages. Zeus knows you can heal them, but he's still gonna do it.

He's another one who will turn a blind eye to blatant manipulative behavior, unless you do something truly horrible then he'll tell you to "stay out of trouble".

Ah yes, the calm and the storm, at least according to Hades smothering you two in affection.

Adamas, despite being as angry as he is is a pretty damn good older brother.

He seems like he takes "Tough Love" to the extreme but no, he can rival Hades is how much he worries.

Adamas will also turn a blind eye to your "behavior" and honestly most likely taught you most of it.

He'll also take care if any wounds you have while saying "this is the last time I'm doing this" no, it's not the last time and he'll do it whenever you have a wound.

He's the type to see you have a fatal would and tell you to "just transfer it to some low god" while having the most anxious filled voice.

Adamas is another one who knows the majority of your abilities, he doesn't care what they are, they're yours so they're great.

Being the eldest means he naturally worries the most.

Hades knows you're by no means week and fragile, but he raised you and will forever see you and his adorable baby brother.

Hades is the type that can excuse you using your abilities wrong, you're the youngest after all.

Hades, however won't pick up after your messes, yes he absolutely adores you but you can't go around causes messes after you use a human as a "sacrifice".

As the King of Helheim he has plenty of demons and devils down there, with his permission you can practice your abilities of controlling them, he'll be there to watch over you.

If you were to get a fatal wound, Hades wound rush you to the nurses, even if you say you're fine, he won't have any of it until he has the dialysis in his hands. It's not he doesn't trust you, but for wounds like that he'd much rather have you seen by a professional.

On the topic of wounds, after having no traces of it he's genuinely concerned about how that happened.

Telling him you just casually transferred your wound somewhere else made him blink several times. He didn't know you had that but now he's a little less concerned about the severity of your wounds, but please be careful. No matter much you power you have, there's limits to everything, so be careful.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #snv poseidon #ror poseidon #snv zeus #ror zeus #snv hades #ror hades

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I don’t need to be up this early but this idea won’t leave me.

So, Steddie Battle of the Bands AU featuring punk!Steve.

Corroded Coffin join a battle of the bands competition run out of a little bar just outside Indianapolis, expecting fully to make it all the way. There’s not a lot of musicians in their area and out of all of them, CC have the most milage and the most unique sound. Sure, it’s metal, but in the bigger city that’s not the death sentence it would be back in Hawkins.

For the most part, they’re right. There’s a little pop trio that do okay, a Bob Dylan type with an acoustic and the flattest, most nasal tone Eddie has ever heard, a rock outfit with a drummer who’s clearly on speed and fixing to pull a Spinal Tap, and one very old dude who’s there more for the fun than to actually compete. They’re a shoe-in.

Except there’s a punk band that were running a little late, and manage to take stage literally just as they’re being called. The Demogorgons, they’re called. 

Eddie is pissed the instant he sees them, firstly because he’s been on sight with punks since ‘84 when a flock of the little shits dissed Dio to his fucking face. Second because out of all the things they could have been called, they picked a DND creature??! In Eddie’s house??? Who the fuck did they think they were?!

The longer Eddie watches them play (he can’t leave until they announce who’s moving on from this round, he’s literally a captive audience), the more pissed off he gets because they’re good.

The lead guitarist is a girl with dark, short hair mostly hiding her face, but she’s absolutely slaying their cover of White Wedding, adding more than was originally in the song seemingly on the fly. It’s beautiful, as a guitarist himself he can at least begrudgingly respect her talent.

The bassist is also a girl with short hair who seems like she’s in her own world, totally lost in the music and jamming so hard Eddie can’t really look at her for too long without getting sucked in with her.

The drummer looks like an absolute madman, big buff blonde guy who looks like he’d bite if anyone got too close to him. He’s bare chested, showing off a few tattoos and a couple piercings that make him far more interesting than Eddie cares to admit.

But the singer/ rhythm guitarist, is what is really tripping Eddie up.

He’s prettier than he has any goddamn need to be, and he’s weirdly smiley for a punk. Like being on stage is his happy place, which Eddie can relate to, even if he hates admitting any commonalities between them at all. His voice too, is lovely. It’s not the typical scratchy punk sound, it’s high and airy and from a technical standpoint (only that, Eddie swears) it’s really good. And he seems like he’s not having any trouble playing and singing at the same time, which is shitty as hell because Eddie still does sometimes.

Before their set ends, Eddie has decided he hates them. He hates them, so much.

So much in fact, he goes over to heckle them once they finish.

It goes south almost immediately.

He was right, the drummer is definitely a maniac. It’s like he was waiting for an excuse to fight someone. And given how fast the singer snatches him up after he decks Eddie, this is a frequent thing. The singer and the drummer posture at each other and for a second Eddie thinks they’re about to fight.

But evidently the drummer thinks better of it and stalks off to start helping put their gear up.

The singer apologizes for his bandmate, even though Eddie started the fight, and introduces himself as Steve, the drummer being named Billy. He’s a good kid, Steve tells him, just angry and still learning where to put that anger. He offers to buy Eddie a drink for his trouble, and he’s so floored he ends up accepting.

To Eddie’s surprise, they end up talking, and they end up talking a lot. Steve is easy to talk to, and he listens like what Eddie has to say is important. When he talks, it’s with this sardonic edge to it that reminds Eddie of sour candy. Before he knows it, it’s been like three hours, and it’s time to announce who’s advancing to the next round.

To Eddie’s complete lack of surprise, Corroded Coffin make it through, but so do The Demogorgons. Steve congratulates him, sincerely, and Eddie stutters out the same.

They part ways for the night, but the pretty punk with the prettier smile won’t leave Eddie’s thoughts.

Cue CC telling Eddie to get his head in the game, trying to head off the crush they can spot forming. They know him well enough to know the signs, and they don’t need him pulling a Romeo and Juliet with some punk he met for one night.

Little do they know, The Demogorgons are having a similar chat with their own lead. They’ve worked too hard to have Steve get distracted, or worse, go soft, over some greasy metalhead he’s only talked to like, once. Steve of course promises that he won’t. After all, it’s not like he’s really going to see him much, and Steve isn’t easy, he has to get to know someone to fall for them.

Cut to a week later when one Steve Harrington is dropping Dustin off at his DND thingy, only to see none other than Eddie Munson perched at the head of the table. He’s explaining what their quest is for the night, or something, and he’s so animated, so into it, he doesn’t notice Steve frozen in the doorway.

Steve makes it out before Eddie sees him, but from that moment on it’s like he’s every where Steve goes. They bump into each other constantly, Hawkins is a small town, it’s easy to do. It gets to be such a regular thing that Eddie makes a joke about following Steve, and Steve sings that Rockwell song about being followed and they find themselves laughing together again.

It’s easy, really. Too easy. And before they know it, whenever they bump into each other, they end up talking for a while. It’s just a few minutes, they both reason to themselves, a few minutes is fine.

But a few minutes turns into an hour, turns into a couple hours, turns into a smoke sesh at Eddie’s, turns into a jam sesh at Steve’s, and before they know it, they’re missing each other when the other isn’t around.

Of course it isn’t long before Gareth notices his best friend’s preoccupation, and Robin could clock Steve’s daydreamy look three miles away. They each come clean to their respective long-suffering bestie.

Neither are happy, but they both care more about their friend than some stupid band competition. They know the rest of their bands won’t be happy, and that could be a pain, so rather than being even slightly reasonable, they hatch a plan.

Eddie and Steve are determined to be the punk-metal version of Romeo and Juliet, but that doesn’t mean their story has to be a tragedy. This is a musical, afterall. What better to do than bridge the gap with the power of music.

So the next time Eddie and Steve hang out, they both spend probably fifteen minutes uncomfortably dancing around trying to ask the other to write a song with them.

Steve cracks first, because seeing Eddie uncomfortable is so fucking bizarre it trumps his own nerves and he has to ask what’s going on. Eddie decides to be brave and takes the leap, asks Steve what he’s got to ask, and to his surprise Steve tells him he was going to ask the same thing.

They haven’t really talked about it, the tension between them, but it boils over when Steve tries to explain why he wants to write a song with Eddie. Eddie can’t watch him flounder for a second more, when he knows he could just be kissing him instead.

He takes Steve by the jaw and kisses the soul out of him. If they weren’t sold they were doing the right thing before, the kiss seals the deal.

They spend the night trading kisses and lyrics in equal measure, alternating between strumming strings and heartstrings until they’re both so caught up in creation, in each other, they’re harmonic.

After that, they hit crunch time. The battle of the bands is next week, and learning a whole new song is a pain in the ass for both bands. It’ll be worth it, but Jeff doesn’t know that and Billy doesn’t care.

The boys make time to see each other, but of course, they get caught.

Band practice gets postponed on both sides of the fence. They know they shouldn’t, it’s stupid, but Eddie spent the day getting harassed by a flock of “Concerned Christian Mothers” who were not shy about telling him exactly what they thought about him, and would not get the hell out of his face about it. Steve is a caretaker down to his bones, and doesn’t think twice about going to care for his metalhead.

Nancy however isn’t stupid, and Grant knows damn well Eddie would only postpone practice if something was genuinely wrong. So Nancy follows Steve to see what the hell could be so important to him that he’d call off practice, and Grant goes to bring Eddie a care package.

Nancy isn’t happy about finding the two spooning on Eddie’s couch, but she doesn’t make as much of a fuss about it as Grant does. Grant goes off about sleeping with the enemy and treachery and the metalhead code of honor (which he made up right there on the spot), but the real bucket of cold water is Nancy telling Steve how disappointed she is that he pulled them all into this, made them care about it, only to waste his time chasing after someone instead of putting his heart into the music the way they all had been. She asks him to get serious, then leaves.

Steve excuses himself, ignoring Eddie’s pleas to wait a second, come back, please, let’s talk about this.

They don’t see each other again until the night of the show.

The competition threw them a curveball, however. None of them know until they get there, see the layout of the big warehouse like space, but instead of playing one after the other, the competition is amp versus amp. CC are freaking out a little bit because they’ve never played that way before, and Eddie is picking up an acoustic, why the hell did he even bring an acoustic, what’s going on?? The Demogorgons are equally nervous, this being a first for them too, and Steve is quiet, so quiet, he’s never like this before shows, what’s going on??

Despite everyone’s nerves and fears, the two bands take their places on the two stages, on opposite ends of the room from one another.

Eddie introduces Corroded Coffin with the same flare he usually does, but tells the audience that tonight’s performance is going to be a little different than their usual. He finishes with “This one’s for you, Juliet.”

He starts strumming the acoustic, the song he and Steve had written together filling the space, warm and full and a wild departure from their usual sound. He’d gone over it with the guys, added some polish to it, made it more metal, but he’d asked them to hold off on that until he cued them.

“And hey darling, I hope you’re good tonight. And I know you don’t feel right when I’m leaving-”

The rest of Corroded Coffin have never heard Eddie sing like this, didn’t even know he could. Usually he was all growls and grit and demon noises he’d figured out how to imitate. They had no idea he was even capable of making a song sound so beautiful.

Eddie continues singing his heart out, strumming his guitar, praying that Steve picks up on what he’s doing, joins him at the drop, doesn’t leave him again. He’s nearly convinced himself he’s going to end up singing the whole thing alone, and God how stupid would that be, that when he reaches the switching point, he nearly drops his guitar when Steve’s voice rises up to meet him. A spotlight flicks on, illuminating him as he sings into the microphone, playing his own part of the accompanyment.

“And hey, sweetie, well I need you here to night. And I know you don’t wanna be leaving me here tonight-”

Steve’s voice is the perfect counterbalance to Eddie’s. It’s light where his is heavy, soft where his is gritty. It showcases their duality, while highlighting how good they are together and Eddie would cry if he weren’t on stage.

He takes the next verse as planned, but Steve’s voice stays with him, harmonizing along side him so perfectly it’s as if they’ve been singing together for years rather than about a week.

“You know you can’t give me what I need, and even though you mean so much to me, I can’t wait through everything.”

That’s different, not the line they wrote together. It lands like a gut punch when Eddie looks up and sees Steve’s expression. He’s not smiling. He always smiles on stage.

“Is this really happening?” Eddie sings back without missing a beat, knowing the next verse is his, meaning it might be his only chance. He prays to every muse he’s ever had to lend him the improv skills to land this.

To his suprise, he hears Jeff’s heavy guitar start to build, Grant’s bass swooping in beside it to flank him. When he turns his head to check, they both give him the nod, the one that’s always meant they’re beside him, for better or worse. It gives him to courage to put his soul into the words he’s about to spit.

“I swear I’ll never be happy again, and don’t you dare say we can just be friends, I’m not some boy that you can sway.” 

There’s a half a second pause in the music, just long enough to wreck Eddie’s heartrate. He can see Steve’s face from here, not clearly enough to make out every emotion that flashes across it, but enough to see when it lands on determination.

“We knew it’d happen eventually.” He and Steve sing, or in his case shout, in tandem.

Corroded Coffin fall back in with them, and to Eddie’s utter surprise, The Demogorgons join them. The sound of two bands playing the climax of the song he and Steve had written together hits Eddie so hard he can barely sing past the balloon of emotion swelling in his chest.

The crowd reminds him they’re there, joining in on the chorus of ‘La la las’ going around the room, their voices loud enough to shake the walls. It’s everything Eddie has ever wanted from a crowd, and it’s way too much along with everything else going on right now. Eddie can’t focus on it, not when Steve is staring him down from across the room.

“If you can wait ‘till I get home, then I swear we can make this last.” Eddie belts, Steve’s higher register wrapping around the notes the same way his hands wrap around his mic.

Both bands let the song taper out, leaving just the crowd echoing back the words to them, just Steve and Eddie singing to each other.

Eddie reaches out his hand, as if he could take Steve’s in his despite the distance. Steve once again meets him halfway, extending his own hand as if to bridge the distance.

The lights go down and the crowd is still chanting. It takes longer to settle them down than it does to make the decision to shrug off his guitar and run to his boy. Eddie hesitates only to look over at his bandmates.

They look exhasperated, but fond. Grant rolls his eyes and tells him to go kiss his stupid punk or whatever.

Eddie is off in an instant.

He finds Steve tearing his way over to him, runs straight into him almost the same way he’d run into him the first time they met outside of a venue.

There aren’t words, they don’t need them, already sung them. There’s just Steve and Eddie and how badly they’ve missed each other. The apologies and affirmations can come later, when their mouths aren’t so busy kissing the life from one another.

In the back of his mind, Eddie registers some of the crowd around them wolf whistling, but for once he doesn’t give much of a shit what the crowd thinks of him.

#steddie #I might long form this later #but i needed it out of my head #they both won by the way #they had to share a trophy #the trophy is now treated as their child #CC and The Demogorgons have a custody arrangement with it #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #gareth stranger things #jeff stranger things #billy hargrove #i know the song is anachronistic but have you considered the story made it worth it?? #that's my justification #that and this here badge that says Fanon: I Do What I Want #also Dustin named Steve's band #punk!steve #corroded coffin

[talesofsonicasura]

Like I said in this post, I do have some ideas with rapper!Reader. Here's one of them.

Stereos and Truck Horns

A peculiar music shop lays at the far edge of Jasper's city limits called "Newsground Jam". No one knew when it been fully established but the place is known for various music and odd customers. Although the giant robots that lurk in Nevada better watch out. The shop owner has ways of handling troublemakers. And will the damn truck stop being nosy!

Optimus Prime is Reader's guardian since he accidentally got into a fight with the Decepticons when they were in the vicinity. The guy feels guilty about putting them on the enemy's radar hence the arrangement. He and Reader are gonna clash for a bit at the start due to difference in opinion.

They don't really care about the Autobot/ Decepticon civil war. All Reader wants to do is enjoy life and make an earnest living. Newsground Jam is neutral ground so either side can visit if they don't cause trouble. You can say it wasn't viewed positively by Team Prime but these are the rules.

This leads to all sorts of shenanigans especially when Reader's "crew" tend to pop up at random times. Friendly oddballs such as basketball loving old school robots, pint sized maddening mercenaries, whacky rappers and even dangerous soul stealing killers. Every visit to Newsground Jam is guaranteed to be quite an experience.

(Reader's gender is preferred gender or neutral to suit preferences. They become close to Optimus but you guys can interpret their bond as whatever. Reader is relatively the same age as the Autobot leader, basically an adult.)

Here's what to expect:

Reader is a bundle of sass done with everyone's shit. Try to baby them and expect to be bitten in return. Danger isn't anything new to them. Optimus has difficulty understanding that.

Cybertronians fully experience humans being space orcs. It's absolutely terrifying especially when one of them can become an eldritch horror through rap music. Humans are crazy in their own ways.

Beep boops is a cheat sheet to speaking Cybertronian. Ratchet doesn't understand how this little blue haired human is so fluent in it. Boyfriend just wants to rap and has no clue why the Autobots are fixated by his comfort language.

Soundwave constantly visits as he is a little too invested in Reader. Convict and a few others aren't willing to share their rapper like usual. Reader just wants to manage their music shop than deal with this nonsense.

A blanket burrito war between an Autobot Leader and a completely done rapper ensues. Pure hypocrisy since both suck at taking care of themselves. Team Prime are both surprised, relieved and scared as this goes on.

Do NOT attempt to intimidate or piss off Reader. Megatron learns that the hard way when the "puny fleshie" turns into an a reality bending eldritch clown monster and proceeds to beat the shit out of him. They are pure neutral chaos who just wants a break.

Reader curses an alien god into submission, Vehicons follow them like lost ducklings and Breakdown gets put into forced medical bed rest at Newsground Jam. Everyone is so confused about the weirdness this human carries everywhere. There's a betting pool on whether Reader's an eldritch god or not.

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Nevada. Now transform and roll out!

#sonicasura #tales of sonicasura #maccadam #transformers #transformers series #transformers prime #tfp #transformers x reader #transformers x you #optimus prime and reader #optimus prime and you #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #fnf #fridaynightfunkin #friday night funkin #rapper!reader #rapper reader #this is me turning transformers prime into pure crack #reader #self insert

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Today's compilation:

Now That's What I Call Music! 9 2002 Pop / Hip Hop / R&B / Teen Pop / Alternative Rock / Latin Pop / Southern Rap

Alright, folks, it's time for another fun trip down memory lane, and today we're going back to 2001 and 2002, with the help of the 9th volume from the most pervasive contemporary pop compilation series that's ever existed in US history: the one and only Now That's What I Call Music!

But first, before we..."Dig In"...let's get a dose of some of that good nostalgia with the ad for this release, shall we? Did you know that if you ordered it over the phone by credit or check/debit, you'd also get a free multi-purpose picture frame-mousepad too?! Wow, so cool! 😎

Anyway, being that these sets more or less serve as documentations of what the pop music landscape was like during a pretty specific time period, what this CD seems to demonstrate, in retrospect, is that the teen pop that had really dominated the late 90s was on a bit of a downturn in '01 and '02, and its status as the most prominent type of pop music was being usurped by hip hop and R&B.

But that's also not to say that all of the teen pop on here is of a low quality either, because *NSYNC's "Gone," which was the first track of theirs to ever be fully led from start to finish by Justin Timberlake, is really one of the greatest boy band tunes that's ever been made. Minimal, but emotional, and its bridge, specifically, is spectacular 😍.

Outside of that bit of brilliance, though, the R&B and hip hop tunes are just a lot better. And to me, the song that really stands out among the rest within this whole collection is Ginuwine's "Differences," a terrific slow jam that featured some incredibly shimmering and ringing keys. Normally, I don't go for slow R&B ballads, but this one in particular was really something special.

And there's also some bangers on here that you might've just flat out forgot ever existed too. Like, remember that New Jersey co-ed R&B/hip group, City High, that gave us "What Would You Do?" back in 2001? Well, do you remember their follow-up hit that featured Eve on it, "Caramel"? Its remix, by prolific New York duo Trackmasters, seems to be on that vague South Asian fad that so much mainstream hip hop and R&B was on at around that time, and it received a considerable amount of radio play. But looking back on it, I think it's actually been pretty memory-holed!

Also, we gotta give it up for Petey Pablo's ode to his home state of North Carolina too, with "Raise Up," because the Egyptian-sampled beat on that thing was absolutely bananas. And I can't say that I'm all that fond of much southern rap, in general, but Petey's debut hit was an absolute monster. Rather than him having to sacrifice any of his rawness in order to reach a pop audience, he was able to bring his rawness to a pop audience instead. And clearly, it resonated with a whole lot of folks.

And lastly, I think we all know that Ja Rule wasn't the greatest rapper out there, but his contributions to the turn-of-the-millennium pop landscape were pretty important. He got clowned on harshly by the likes of 50 Cent and Eminem, et al, and, as a result, his career was pretty much eviscerated, but songs like his Stevie Wonder-sampled "Livin' It Up" were straight-up party jams that really deserve more love and respect.

So, another highly enjoyable rush of radio and music television memories here. A bunch of commercial classics and a smattering of jams that are a bit more forgotten too. It's pretty much all you can ever ask for out of one of these Now CDs 😊.

P.S.: I'll provide a link to it, but for the love of god, under no circumstances should you ever subject yourself to the first track on this album, which is a remix of P!nk's "Get the Party Started" that features Redman and tries to mesh itself with "Sweet Dreams," by The Eurythmics. Apparently P!nk thought that her hair gave her enough power to also possess the essence of Annie Lennox or something, but good lord, was that calculus completely wrong 🥴. Such an excruciatingly bad song! Don't click on it!

Highlights:

Mary J. Blige - "Family Affair" Jennifer Lopez - "Ain't It Funny" Ja Rule feat. Case - "Livin' It Up" Ludacris - "Rollout (My Business)" Mr. Cheeks - "Lights, Camera, Action" Petey Pablo - "Raise Up (All Cities Remix)" City High - "Caramel (Trackmasters Remix)" Nelly Furtado - "Turn off the Light" *NSYNC - "Gone" Ginuwine - "Differences" Lenny Kravitz - "Dig In" Incubus - "Wish You Were Here"

#pop #hip hop #rap #r&b #r and b #teen pop #alternative rock #alternative #alternative music #alt rock #alt #alt music #rock #latin pop #latin #latin music #southern rap #southern hip hop #dirty south #music #2000s #2000s music #2000's #2000's music #00s #00s music #00's #00's music #Youtube

[tsaritza-mika]

Random Main 6 HCs #13

Completely Random Modern Thoughts

Just imagine the shock on their faces when Julian, Asra, and Lucio all discovered they shared a love of K-Pop. And yes, there was a lot of celebrating, and maybe even a girlie scream or two when Lucio got them tickets to the next BLACKPINK concert

Portia is a pretty good amature sculptor. She’s not about to go pro anytime soon, but the things she makes can defs sell for up to a few hundred when she puts them up in her online shop

Nadia likes designing jewelry in her spare time. One of her favorite pieces was an idea combining Tree of Life symbolism with the imagery of circuit boards 

Muriel helps out a nice elderly couple on their farm nearby. They don’t have a lot of money to pay for his help, so they pay him with meals and  baskets of fresh lemons from the tree in their front yard to take home with him 

Julian and Nadia often gift each other with small desk toys and neat nick-knacks. It helps them both to calm their thoughts while at work or when stressed out, and other times they just look like cool/fun things the other might like

Nadia absolutely loves large aquariums, and plans to open one for the public as soon as soon she can find a good place around the city to begin construction

Julian has 100% spent a good few months unironically jamming to ‘Dumb Ways to Die’ and ‘Still Alive’. Can still be caught humming either on occasion when trying to calm down or concentrate

Asra and Portia volunteer as leaders for local after school programs together. They plan out activities, special events, and even take the kids out for little field trips to the beach or park 

Lucio can toss snacks/candy in the air and catch them in his mouth. Can also touch the tip of his nose with his tongue

#the arcana #arcana game #asra alnazar #the arcana asra #nadia satrinava #countess nadia #the arcana nadia #julian devorak #ilya devorak #the arcana julian #the arcana ilya #portia devorak #pasha devorak #the arcana portia #the arcana pasha #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana muriel #the arcana lucio #count lucio #lucio morgasson #montag morgasson #the arcana montag #headcanons #arcana headcanons

[thislovintime]

David Crosby and Peter Tork at Monterey Pop Festival, June 1967 (photo by Ann Moses); Crosby at Peter's house in 1969, photo by Henry Diltz.

In memoriam: David Crosby

Q: "hey @thedavidcrosby what’s your opinion of the monkees?" David Crosby: "I was good friends with Tork so I will not say" - Twitter, June 26, 2020

"David let me have his — well, not his apartment, he had a house, and David let me stay there for most of a year. It was sort of by way of interest on the loan [of $25,000] I gave him to buy his boat, and I stayed there with my, with my then girlfriend [Reine Stewart], and our daughter [Hallie] was born in that house." - Peter Tork, GOLD 104.5, 1999

Peter Tork: “First, I met Crosby when I was a Village hippie. Nothing had happened for me yet, I was still singing folk songs with my little banjo and passing the basket. I knew McGuinn, who had been in the Village scene with me; we used to play guitar together in the apartments and smoke a little weed and sing and play together, and I knew him pretty well. He went off to L.A. and came back with the Byrds, and they were doing a TV show, and they came back to the Village. McGuinn said, ‘Let me show you my old stomping grounds,’ and they walked into some of the cafes that I used to inhabit, so I had dinner with those guys once and met Crosby there. Interestingly enough, I remember McGuinn and Crosby, and I hardly remember the other guys at all. I met them all there; all five were there, but I hardly remember anybody, except for some reason, Crosby was there. Beard-less, mustache-less, but still with that kind of subtly gleeful look on his face that he always has.” […] Q: “Crosby has fond memories of you, but he remembers you as ‘a little innocent.’ Do you have any sense of what he might have meant by that?” PT: “I guess he was starting to screw around with some pretty serious drugs. In terms of the drugs, I smoked dope and I did my share of acid, but as far as the harder stuff — what we called the harder stuff — I wasn’t averse to a nighttime cocaine run, but amazingly, I never got addicted to it, I never got caught. In the middle of a nighttime run, you want more, but you go to bed and you wake up the next day, and you’re not like, ‘Oh God, I’ve got to have another one; I’ve got to have another one.’ For some reason, I’m a pretty addictive personality, but coke didn’t grab me, and I didn’t ever do enough of anything else to tell the tale. I don’t know that Crosby was talking about drugs when he was talking about my innocence. I am absolutely of the optimistic believer in the better angels of our nature type of guy, and I absolutely was then." - 2007 interview, published by Rolling Stone in 2019 (read more here)

"I borrowed $25,000 from my friend Peter Tork of The Monkees and went to Fort Lauderdale in search of a schooner. I found one that looked just like the John Alden piece I admired years ago and bought it. The 74-foot boat was called Mayan and was built in 1947 from Honduran mahogany." - David Crosby, itBoat dot com, July 28, 2015

"Once [Stephen] Stills and David Crosby and my then girlfriend [Reine Stewart] and I were jamming together [at my house] and I leaning into the drums something ferocious, banging on cymbals and lashing out pretty good, until a city councilman and a cop came over and we were so loud that we drowned out conversation down the hill, apparently." - Review Mag, May 2016

CSNY rehearsing at Peter's house, and more: here; plus, more Crosby mentions here.

#David Crosby #Peter Tork #Tork quotes #in memoriam #The Monkees #Monkees #et al #Reine Stewart #Stephen Stills #The Byrds #Crosby Stills Nash and Young #long read #1967 #1968 #1969 #2007 #2015 #2016 #1999 #2020 #WGLD Radio #Review Mag #Rolling Stone #itBoat #can you queue it

[the-flower-herald]

Music/Misc. HCs for Shane because that's what my brain wants to say right now.

He likes pop-punk, metal, just heavy shit. But he also enjoys calmer indie music. Like he'll blast Palaye Royal and Badflower but also lay on the floor and just bliss out to Sufjan Stevens and Hozier.

That being said, Shane loves Badflower and Sleep Token. Idk why but he just strikes me as that kinda dude.

Farmer Ronen absolutely gets weak-kneed when she happens upon him jamming out doing yard work. She doesn't look like it from afar but she is more alternative and Shane gets weak-kneed the first time they go out together because they totally encapsulate thick goth baddie.

He sings to the chickens. (Voice hc Will Arnett) and he's actually a pretty decent singer. Once again, Ronen is a mess. He has a lot of talents and passions that he doesn't recognize in himself and it drives the farmer nuts.

They absolutely go to concerts together. Ronen and Shane were absolutely geeking out when the trio played in the city too- being supportive mom/dad vibe friends.

Shane actually used to play guitar. When his depression got too bad to keep up with his past hobbies, he gave it to Sam because he knew Sam would take good care of it and treat it right.

That broken man abso-fucking-lutely knows every word to "Bullet" by Hollywood Undead and I will die on this hill.

So does Ronen.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv shane #farmer ronen #rambles

[homosandhomies]

My favorite solo from each main character on glee (because why not)

SUE: Vogue. “WILL SCHUESTER I HATE YOU”

KURT: Rose’s Turn. Chris Colfer rarely got songs that highlighted ALL his vocal strengths. This song used everything. He had a strong head voice, an amazing mix, and he can EMOTE WITH EVERY INCH OF HIS LIFE. No wonder he got the Golden Globe.

QUINN: This Is A Man’s World. This scene is ridiculous, but out of context the song absolutely slaps. Diana can BELT and she deserved to do it more.

ARTIE: Stronger. Probably my favorite Britney song. Kevin ate. That is all.

PUCK: Only the Good Die Young. This song is so fun and I think Puck’s voice is very underrated. A good ol’ jam. Thank you for repping the Jewish community king ❤️

WILL: Sway. It’s a shame that we never talk about his voice because HOLY SHIT MATTHEW MORRISON IS INCREDIBLE. This man is so talented and we never acknowledge it because of Will Schuester’s shenanigans.

BLAINE: Somewhere Only We Know. You can hate Blaine all you want but you can’t deny the POWER of this song. The love in his eyes is sickening I am not okay right now

FINN: I’ve Gotta Be Me. Given the fact that Cory didn’t have any singing experience before, this song makes me so fucking happy because you can see how much he had grown as a singer, but also how proud he was of himself! Look at him go!!! (Bonus: If I’m bending the rules in terms of what qualifies as a solo I would 100% make his Paradise By the Dashboard Light. That was his undoubtedly his very best vocal performance. It’s SO FUCKING GOOD it makes me go batshit.)

RACHEL: My Man. “She may be difficult but boy can she sing.”

BRITTANY: Run the World. The dancing is definitely the more impressive part of this number, but it still sounds great! This song really highlighted Heather’s strengths, when most of her songs weren’t very memorable in my opinion.

MIKE: Cool. Maybe Tina should be a professional vocal coach because damn look at him go!! Idk why an Asian kid wanted to play the role of a leader of a white supremacist group but at least he sounds great 🤷‍♀️

MERCEDES: I Will Always Love You. Literally every single Mercedes song is perfect, so this was the hardest one for me. This means I had to base it on acting. And she DELIVERS here. It should be illegal to be this talented.

TINA: Because You Loved Me. The fact that this is one of TWO solos that Jenna actually got to finish infuriates me. She was ROBBED because she is an amazing singer.

SANTANA: Nutbush City Limits. LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, MISS NAYA RIVERA. HOLY SHIT. Finn saying before the song, “They say that true divas aren’t really mortal” is so true. This woman was an absolute icon and I will always be blown away by her talent.

JAKE: Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself). It’s so EARNEST and HEARTFELT and Jacob Artist popped off with the acting. And the falsetto!! God it’s just beautiful.

EMMA: Getting Married Today. This is a trio, not a solo, but it’s so fucking good that I HAD to do it. That is literally one of the hardest female songs on Broadway, and for some reason they had Jayma sing it even FASTER than the original version? I can’t imagine the stress of trying to do that, but she was perfect.

SAM: Copacabana. This is just a really fun song! Everyone’s having a good time and Chord sounds amazing.

RYDER: Your Song. This is my favorite Elton John song, and boy was it done justice. The acting is really good in this scene. The mix of anxiety and earnestness coming from Ryder is adorable. He had great chemistry with whoever that girl was. (On a storyline note, I hated how this all developed though. If it had gone my way, Unique would confess it was her, then Ryder would sing this directly to Unique.)

KITTY: Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours. I just really like this number. Obsessed with Becca’s high notes.

MARLEY: Wrecking Ball. The cheating storyline with Bree was so fucking stupid and shouldn’t have happened. That being said, Melissa ATE what they gave her and left zero crumbs. She really came in like a wrecking ball.

UNIQUE: I Know Where I’ve Been. THIS SONG MAKES ME GO FUCKING CRAZY!!! THE TRANS CHOIR!!!! THE ACTING!!!!! THE FUCKING HIGH NOTE!!!!!! IT’S JUST SO GOOD I CAN’T HANDLE IT!!!!!!! This is the best part of season 6, full stop. THE most underrated Glee song ever. I will not accept criticism towards this opinion.

#glee #summer says stuff #sue sylvester #kurt hummel #quinn fabray #artie abrams #noah puckerman #will schuester #blaine anderson #finn hudson #rachel berry #brittany pierce #mike chang #mercedes jones #tina cohen chang #santana lopez #jake puckerman #emma pillsbury #sam evans #ryder lynn #kitty wilde #marley rose #unique adams

[styrmwb]

Favorite Final Fantasy Music (FFX)

*an overdrive bar appears and lands in the middle, summoning the number 10*

FFX is by far the coolest setting for any RPG I have ever seen. It is so incredibly unique, I have not seen anything like it. Other cool things about it? It's the first FF that wasn't 100% composed by Uematsu! This is the mainline FF that brings in my man Masashi Hamauzu, who makes a Lot of really good songs here and later. There's also Junya Nakano, but I don't know his work as much cause he's not as much of an FF guy :(

When i was making this list, something I tried to avoid and failed, was exclusively battle themes. But alas, I love the battle themes in this game so much, that they all trump any overworld/event themes in my brain😭. Please give a look at the honorable mentions for some of those that I like (and more battle themes sorry).

5. Blitz Off! Sports are battles, right? A battle between athletes? I think it counts. I also want to say: I hate Blitzball. I do NOT want to be a Blitzball when I grow up. I do however, love this song. This was the only saving grace as I tried and failed (and eventually succeeded) to beat the Luca Goers so the Aurochs could get the trophy. It's a bop, I love the boops throughout the song cause it's like little waterdrops (water sphere), not to mention the fucking BASS on this shit. It's got a fun melody, and a lot of neat instruments (like the whole game has but I feel like I've made this point with every game since VII LMAO). I love how this song goes absolutely ham, and then Right before the loop, it gives you a little bit of a quieter droning jam.

4. Fight With Seymour First of all: Fuck Seymour. This stupid blue spiky hair having ass with his dumb eyebrows and his 20 boss fights and his "ohhhhh yuna ahhhhhhhh blehhhhh" (I love Seymour and by that I mean I love to hate him he's perfect). I had heard this song before playing X and I was so excited to hear it, only to discover THAT IT ONLY PLAYS IN THE FINAL FIGHT AGAINST HIM WHICH WASN'T EVEN THE HARDEST ONE (my hope absolutely did end there). ANYWAYS. His song fucks. This song is like the One Winged Angel of FFX, because it feels like a bunch of mini compositions were made first, and then they were all put together somehow masterfully. Every instrument is super cool sounding, and this song proves that the Trash Can Lid is the greatest cymbal you could ever ask for. The keyboard goes ham the entire way through, and I feel like I'm dancing at the club (this would be if I did hypothetically dance and also go to clubs).

3. Battle Theme Remember last list when I said it was a while before I used a normal battle theme? Isn't it awesome how I'm immediately breaking that pause even further? I feel like I'm going to keep saying this, but this song is a bop!!!! All of these songs are bops. I remember initially not really feeling the MIDI ass opening, but it has absolutely grown on me over time and now it's just iconic to me. I love when after the song takes a bit to get going, the melody gets louder with a bit of a synth organ backing it, not to mention when it slows down a bit (not like, tempo wise, but in instrumentation). For some reason, that section is in my brain is attached to switching out party members (my favorite mechanic of battle), so Auron saying "Let's go." is basically an extra bit of the song to me XD. Shoutouts to synthesizers and MIDI trumpets, we absolutely love you.

2. Otherworld This is just... a song. It's a straight up metal song in my Final Fantasy, something that I would hear on the radio growing up (not actually but can you imagine??). Hearing this towards the beginning of the game was already super cool, with the Blitzball match and seeing Auron look over the city (so cool....), but then you also have it as the final boss theme????? (I know it's not the final boss but like he's BASICALLY the final boss) That's even cooler. Catch me headbanging and singing along whenever it pops up. I love the guitar shredding, and the part of the lyrics where it backs off of the super deep growl to give a sort of spoken word section that sounds like it's coming through a radio.

1. A Contest of Aeons So far, this list has mainly been "this song is on here because it is a banger" and less emotional importance, which is strange, especially after the last list. A Contest of Aeons fulfills that requirement, at long last. This song takes the main prayer song/Hymn of the Fayth, and turns it into something worthy of being a grand finale. It also plays during one of the absolute coolest boss fights ever; all of your summons/aeons sacrificing themselves so you can finally break the endless cycle the world suffers, but it also hurts so much because they have carried you through the entire game and now they have to fall to your hand. I love the constant orchestra in the back, giving the song a tense, urgent feeling. My absolute favorite part is when the choir continues to raise with the addition of the tambourine, not to mention the part right after where it sounds like pyreflies are dancing around you.

Honorable mentions go to: Prelude, Movement in Green, Mi'ihen Highroad, Assault, A Fleeting Dream, and Challenge.

#final fantasy #final fantasy x #textpost #jared's final fantasy music opinions

[television-overload]

Wait since your a chiefs fan what do you think of the Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift relationship? A

I'm so glad you asked 🎤 *ahem*

I've never been that into Taylor Swift, I listened to her early stuff as a kid, her country albums and early pop, but her newer stuff for the most part isn't my jam

That said, I find the whole thing hilarious and adorable and I wheeze laughing for like 5 minutes anytime I see something new pop up in the news, because it's just so wild to me

The Chiefs were so so bad at football throughout my childhood, you'd think Kansas City didn't even have a football team with how little people talked about them. They were forgettable, one of those teams you can't even remember the name of unless you're actually a football fan.

Of course, for the last few years they've been on fire and it has been so exciting! I love all the players, have had a Kelce jersey since their first Super Bowl. But my brain still hasn't processed that they're actually good and known on a national level now, so it almost feels like my cousin or something is suddenly dating a world famous pop star 😂😂😂 surreal

All that to say, I love it, I hope it genuinely works out, she seems like exactly the type of woman he's been looking for. I love seeing the Swifties learning about football too. I genuinely laughed for like 10 minutes when I got the idea to see if tumblr had caught on and saw the fanfiction 😂 there was one that started out with him and his brother's podcast and the way they wrote his voice and common phrases was fantastic and hilarious. "Alright nah!" Love their podcast, and his brother. Last season was fun, but this is the most fun NFL season I've experienced, thanks to Taylor Swift, the Kelce brothers, and trying fantasy football for the first time.

Also the video of her running up to kiss him after her concert had me grinning ear to ear. Even my brother texted me a link to it and said "kicking my wittle feetsies at this" 🤣

The news has been such a dumpster fire lately, it's nice to have something sweet in it. I think at the beginning the broadcasters were leaning a little too hard into it and I hope people can respect their privacy outside the spotlight, but sadly that's probably unlikely with all the paparazzi. The fun killers who comment hate everywhere need to let people enjoy things

Tl:dr, it's so bizarre, I feel like I'm in an alternate timeline, but I absolutely love it

#kansas city chiefs #travis kelce #taylor swift #nfl #football #anon #asks #askbox

[fadedredrose]

MIDNIGHTS FIRST IMPRESSIONS

1. Lavender Haze - hmm it's pretty but probably won't be my favourite

2. Maroon - Love this!!! Lyrics are very old school Taylor. Very RED.

3. Anti-Hero - This makes me laugh out loud. I love how vulnerable and twisted it is and yet how there's still a twinge of humour threaded through. It has a slight 1989 feel to it.

4. Snow on the Beach ft. Lana Del Ray - I was waiting for this the most after Midnight Rain. This kind of ambient, floaty vibe is my favorite genre of Taylor Swift. It's very pretty, a cloudy white stained with a dark blue streak down the middle.

5. You're On Your Own Kid - The lyrics of this one didn't quite meet the mark for me. But I'm really feeling the beat. And the bridge slaps. Has a starry whirlwind feel to it.

6. Midnight Rain - I was waiting for this the most!! And did it disappoint? From the first beat, NO. Whatever I was expecting, Taylor served even better in this. Easily the best one on the record so far.

7. Question...? - The lyrics are so old school pre-RED era Taylor wrapped in an older Taylor persona. The staccato bridge never fails. This is a jam.

8. Vigilante Shit - I was wrong. I think this is my no. 1. But then I've always been attracted to darker, Rep style songs. I'm claiming Vigilante Shit as Rizzie's Choice from Midnights. I was expecting this was how all of Midnights would sound, but I'm cool with just one song too. Taylor, I'm gonna need a full album with this vibe one day PLEASE.

9. Bejeweled - Another banger! This one is for when I'm alone riding down empty city streets at night in winter after a rowdy outing with friends.

10. Labyrinth - Every TS album has an underated gem that only the fans enjoy. I have a feeling it's going to be this one for Midnights. It has a very This Love/You're in Love feel to it. This one's for all the die-hard romantics.

11. Karma - A Banger! I can imagine belting this out loud with my best mate at a shiny party clutching chilled glasses of coke with confetti surrounding us. This will climb the charts. An instant hit. I can't wait to memorise the lyrics to this first.

12. Sweet Nothing - I am absolutely in love with this. This one's for R and my mum. :)

13. Mastermind - The lyrics are the most relatable. 🤣 I can't deny I've done similar things in my past. The beat is brilliant too. Lyrically, this wins.

Conclusion - I was expecting Midnights to have more of a Rock vibe, but I don't think Taylor's ready to quite move on from Pop yet. The seventies vibe has hit the bull's eye; I can imagine the crowds swaying to the beats and little experimentations she's incorporated. After the slow era of Folklore and Evermore, I know most people are going to appreciate this quicker style. For me, I know I'm still a RED-reputation-Folklore-Evermore girl, but there are a few songs from Midnights that are going straight to my personal favorites.

Top 3 - Vigilante Shit, Sweet Nothing, and Karma.

#taylor swift #midnights #taylor swift midnights #midnights album #vigilante shit #lavender haze #maroon #anti-hero #snow on the beach #snow on the beach ft. lana del ray #youre on your own kid #midnight rain #question...? #bejeweled #labyrinth #karma #sweet nothing #mastermind #taylor nation

[manonamora-if]

This time appropriately at the 6-month mark(ish), if a bit too late...

So earlier this year, I made a resolution:

Get things off my desk and shelf it for good!

This... didn't really happen. I had shelved MtP, before fixing some more stuff again... I think it's shelved for good now? I hope so at least.

Another one was avoiding adding new projects to the pile (failed), entering jams and comps on a while (absolutely failed)...

There's still 6 more months to correct that (and so many new shiny jams to participate/organise), so maybe I will keep my promise? We will see...

Looking back first:

(Damn it, it should say Chapter 4 in May... and missing the Orifice Comp in June...)

In the past 6 months:

I have been or helped with organising 4 game jams/competition: the @seedcomp-if, the Anti-Romance Jam (ongoing), the @neo-twiny-jam, and the Orifice Jam (ongoing)

I have participated in 5 other jams/competitions: the French Comp (which I won 🥳), the SpringThing, the Spring Jam (Twine Server), La Sens Dessus-Dessous, and the Text Adventure Literacy Jam.

All this saw the release of: DOL-OS, The Rye in the Dark City, The Roads not Taken, À la Campagne, Entre d'oeux Coquilles/An Eggcellent Preparation, Collision, Intersigne, and Clarence Street 14.

I also updated P-Rix - Space Trucker, and The Trials and Tribulations of Edward Harcourt (twice!).

And finally, I added the Settings Template, the Space/Tech Template, and lately, the SubgarCube Guide (along with answering SugarCube questions on this blog).

As one extra points, I reviewed a bunch of games too (@manonamora-if-reviews) and actually played games outside of Comp/Jam times.

It's been more busy than I think I realised... and I've done more than I thought I did (I really have been feeling like I've not done enough, that there was more I could have done, that I've wasted some my time...) So while progress on the planned things has not really been happening, or not as much as/the way I hoped (i.e. shelving projects), I did:

Make P-Rix mobile friendly, with some QoL (I still need to fix some)

Add 2 chapters for TTATEH (with one coming soon-ish?)

Actually released all the points about the templates from last January, with the Sci-Fi and Settings ones, and added the Guide on top of it.

On the other hand, Exquisite Cadaver and Crimson Rose & White Lily were more or less just pushed to the side. Other smaller games like La Petite Mort or Goncharov Escapes! have also not been opened in a while... And, having created new games, there's still the issue of finishing those (The Rye), or editing them a bit (all of them).

On the other other hand, I was able to test ideas and gameplay with those new lil games, try out new IF programs, win some prizes and get lovely reviews, played some really good games and learned from them through reviews...

...and most importantly: I've had loads of fun.

What now?

Preferably... fulfilling this year's resolution to shelve projects. So actually finishing them without crumbling under new WiP ideas. Aside from more jams I'll be organising, I probably won't be part of large comps. There are some ideas I want to test out still, so you may see new smaller things that I've done in like... a week, popping up here and there.

Concrete things to look forward to:

the new chapter of TTATEH dropping some time this summer (with potential of completion by the end of the year?????? <- infinite question marks)

fixing some issues of An Eggcellent Preparation and getting the French version up to speed.

the translation of Clarence Street, 14 (and fix of the UI, cause it's a bit of a mess)

the Disco Elysium inspired UI (I am this close with the base page, I still need the Main Menu, Class Choice, and Level/Inventory pages to finish)

more Guide pages (and a better organisation/linking)!

more jams!

more reviews!

For the rest... it is a bit more up in the air. I will try to complete/fix the smaller WiPs (especially the ones started this year) as fast as I can so I can go back to focusing on the larger projects (and the new ideas I've been stewing).

On to trying to fulfill my new year's resolution :D

And having fun while doing it!!

#retrospective #manonamora #2023 #year in review #games #indie #dev #mid year log #i honestly forgot to post this... #been so tired lately...

[therecordconnection]

Ranting and Raving: "Telephone Line" by Electric Light Orchestra

In the early seventies, when the breakup of the Beatles was still fresh and still being mourned, many people asked who (or what) could ever replace them. Asking which group was the second coming of the Beatles is like asking for a definitive answer on what the Great American Novel is. You’ll get possible answers, but you’ll never get the answer. Of the various options I’ve heard in my lifetime, only two answers make sense. The first is everything Paul McCartney did with Wings in the seventies. 

The second answer is Electric Light Orchestra.

Jeff Lynne is the Beatles fanboy to end them all. He’s made it no secret. He’s lived out the fantasies that every Beatles lover could imagine. He’s played songs with three of them (never got to jam with John Lennon), he’s produced for George Harrison (the album Cloud Nine in 1987) and got to be in a band with him (Traveling Wilburys), he’s produced for Paul McCartney (songs on Flaming Pie in 1997), hell, he even got to produce the Beatles themselves when they reunited and brought John’s final demos to life (“Real Love” and “Free as a Bird” for Anthology in 1995). John even called ELO “Son of Beatles” during a radio interview in 1974. Lynne’s dream with ELO was to pick up where the Beatles left off with “I Am the Walrus” and he absolutely did.

There is no ELO without the Beatles, but I do think there are several ways Lynne stands out from the Lennon/McCartney model of songwriting. For starters, Lennon/McCartney started the Beatles with silly love songs like “Love Me Do,” “Please Please Me,” and “All My Loving.” It was only during the second half that they started writing about stranger things and getting weird with it. Lynne did the reverse. He started ELO with weird science-fiction and fantasy concepts. “Kuiama” is a song about a soldier trying to comfort an orphan girl while also having to be the one to explain he killed her parents. “From the Sun to the World” might be about the apocalypse. “Bluebird is Dead” is about somebody learning about and coming to terms with death because their bluebird is no longer moving. The entire Eldorado album tells a story of someone lost in dreams, going from dream world to dream world a la Quantum Leap in the hopes that they will find the mythical city of Eldorado. In short, the first few ELO albums are strange progressive rock that’s more in line with the sound of the Moody Blues, not the Beatles-inspired pop rock that would define their golden years.

The reason for all of this preamble is because “Telephone Line” is a pivotal moment in ELO’s story, both for their success and for Lynne as a songwriter. It’s when Lynne turned into a full on pop songwriter and his songs started focusing more on ordinary situations for ordinary people as opposed to the strange, almost otherworldly ideas that dominated the first ELO albums. It started with the album Face the Music in 1975, it was perfected the year after with A New World Record and “Telephone Line,” which might be one of Lynne’s best.

Jeff Lynne is a strange entity, both as a songwriter and as a guy. I wrote about his love for the Beatles and his connection to them because as a songwriter, he defies the Lennon/McCartney model because none of the songs are about him. At all. He would get inspired by things that happened in his real life, but he himself is never the subject of the song. No trace of the man is left on the page of his biggest hits. Like McCartney, he writes melodic, catchy, heartfelt songs and delivers them with love and sincerity. It’s a big reason why people still love the band so many years later. He’s good at what he does. However, McCartney also wears his heart on his sleeve and plenty of songs are about him. “Let It Be” famously came to him after he had a dream of his mother giving him advice while he was knee-deep in the rough final days of the Beatles. “Hey Jude” was famously written as a way to comfort Julian Lennon when his dad left his first wife for Yoko Ono. “Silly Love Songs” was a response to Lennon saying that silly love songs are the only kind of song he writes, with McCartney famously asking, “What’s wrong with that?” In short, a lot of lyrics to McCartney’s songs are personal to him in one way or another. John Lennon, on the other hand, rejected that. Words only mattered in the context of fitting into a song or what he was thinking about in a certain moment. It could be complete nonsense for all he cared. He once famously told a fan outside his door, “You just take words, and you stick them together and see if they have any meaning. Some of them do, some of them don't.” Lynne takes the best qualities of both Beatles. The words sound like they could be personal to him, but they’re just words to a song he wrote and they just happened to make a good song idea. Lynne himself talks about it in a radio show interview from 2001:

“Telephone Line” was like a song that was-- You know, I knew somebody, I knew a girl in America and I would phone her. But it was an imaginary story. I pictured a guy who phoned up this girl. And all he ever got was a ring tone, just rang out for days, y'know. And obviously he couldn't do that now. Somebody... some electronic thing would answer it and tell you to clear off or something. But this was just the loneliness of the long distance telephone call.

Whenever we fall in love with a song, we have a hunger to learn what the inspiration for it was. When lyrics to a song really resonate, we often want to learn what caused them to be written. People always wonder what Uncle Joey on Full House did to warrant Alanis Morrisette to write a song like “You Oughta Know.” People debated like Ancient Greek philosophers trying to figure out who Carly Simon wrote “You’re So Vain” about. We care about the performer behind the song, whether it matters or not. Tina Turner didn’t write “What’s Love Got to Do With It?”, but she may as well have, due to the way she performs it and the details of her abusive marriage to Ike Turner fitting the lyrics so well. ELO remains lyrically interesting due to Jeff Lynne remaining a sort of mystery man. We’re talking about a guy who hasn’t been seen in public or on stage without sunglasses on for close to forty years! The reason being that if you ever saw Jeff Lynne’s eyes you would probably start seeing those colors that only shrimp can see. He also has a habit of explaining his songs much in the way that Paul McCartney does, which is to say that he says something about how the song got written, but what he says usually doesn’t explain a hell of a lot.

I talk about the impersonalness of Lynne because I think that helps to illustrate what a great performer he is. “Telephone Line” is fantastic. Every note of it. I can’t think of another song where loneliness has been expressed in a more melancholic, wistful, and almost desperate manner. There’s so many little moments that make this song so wonderful. That keyboard in the beginning that’s mimicking a phone being dialed. Those sad, glittery keyboard notes that lead into the verses. The way the first verse sounds like Lynne is singing from an answering machine. The way the drum beat comes in after Lynne says “Hey” and begins the second verse. The way those gorgeous strings fill the empty spaces between Lynne’s lyrics and follow the lead of his vocal melody. It’s all so wonderful. There’s a reason Lynne got inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame. A New World Record is also around the time he really perfected the production side of ELO. This song still sounds fantastic even now. That vocal harmony and blending of Lynne and bassist/vocalist Kelly Groucutt during the chorus is just wonderful. Lynne gets a lot of credit for ELO, but I think he still needs a nod on his production work. You don’t get to produce for the likes of the Beatles, Tom Petty, Roy Orbison, and Del Shannon unless you know what you’re doing. Compare this to the first couple ELO albums, where Lynne was just stacking layers of instruments on top of each other, to this and the difference is night and day. This entire song is a musical treasure from one of the best that was just entering the top of his game.

Similar songs on this topic, like New Edition’s “Mr. Telephone Man” and “Misunderstanding” by Genesis, don’t work the same way. It’s mostly because they’re too poppy and you immediately know why the girl isn’t answering. For New Edition, it’s because she’s cheating and in the case of Genesis, it’s because the person trying to be reached isn’t dating the narrator. Lynne keeps the nature of the relationship ambiguous and the song is better for it. It’s clear that he’s singing to a person he was dating or at least romantically involved with (“Don’t you realize the things we did we did / Were all for real? Not a dream”) but this phone call could be coming from a one night stand or an ex he hasn’t spoken to in months. Up to you to decide. Whatever the case, Lynne delivers those first lines with such longing, such care, sadness, and desperation that you can’t help but want to root for him. It’s such an earnest way to start.

Hello, how are you?  Have you been alright through all those lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely  Lonely nights? That's what I'd say  I'd tell you everything if you'd pick up that telephone

You don’t know what happened between these two people, but you know that he’s at least trying to make an effort to fix it. It’s unclear whether he’s singing this song to an answering machine, or he’s just holding the phone to his ear and hearing a telephone ring endlessly. Either way, it’s tragic. It’s also a place all of us have been at one time or another. Things happen and we try desperately to call (or text, in the modern world) and fix things but the person on the other side of the line just lets it ring (or ignores it or blocks you). A lesser song would pick anger as the driving emotion for the song or just make the whole thing sad and have it revolve around a relationship that has ended. Instead, Lynne goes for a scenario where two people are separated, but the relationship can still be saved if they both work together and talk it out. This is highlighted in the chorus when he sings, “I’m living in twilight.” 

“Telephone Line” isn’t a love song, but it isn’t a break up song either. It’s something much worse: an inbetween song. It’s a song that represents the worst moments that come with the end of a relationship: the ones where you know things aren’t looking good and it’ll probably end in despair and heartbreak, but something inside you still wants to fight for it. Something inside you wants things to work out and you don’t care how sad and desperate you might sound trying to save it because it’s the only thing that matters in that moment. The ringing of the telephone represents those moments in time where you’re trying to save something, but the other person has given up. The endless ringing is “the hint,” that (hopefully) clear sign that you should give up and accept that things are over. There’s genuine melancholy to “Telephone Line” and I think Lynne strikes that wonderful balance between “someone who desperately wants to fix a broken relationship they still see hope for” and “pathetic loser who won’t take a hint and looks foolish for continuing to try.” The final verse of the song illustrates this balance wonderfully.

Okay, so no one's answering  Well, can't you just let it ring a little longer, longer, longer?  I'll just sit tight, in shadows of the night  Let it ring forevermore

He accepts that this isn’t working, but he’s still not ready to give up because the hope that maybe the other person will answer is still driving him to try. One of the reasons I think this song has lasted is due to how we all have stories of losing friends, loved ones, romantic partners, etc. because they simply stopped talking to us. Sometimes it’s because we’re in the wrong, sometimes we’re given no reason and we’re left to figure out what happened. Regardless, Lynne took that relatable situation and he spun it into ELO’s first single that went Gold. 

Whatever the outcome of this song is, we’ll never know. The song ends with the chorus repeated until fade out. We end up living in twilight the same way that the narrator is. The song will always be stuck in that inbetween. If we’re lucky, we’ll hear it ring forever more.

#original post #ranting and raving #electric light orchestra #elo #music criticism

[kirk-goes-to-gallifrey]

tagged by @mistarover (thanks <3) to shuffle all my music and list the first 10 songs.

since I don't know how to shuffle all my music on spotify, I shuffled my Liked Songs playlists (which sadly doesn't include everything that is on my library but it's a good representative sample of 3.5k songs)

Sweet Love - Junko Ohashi (this is japanese 80's city pop)

At the Door - The Strokes (their 2020 album is so good!)

Inbetween Days - The Cure (love me some 80's goth rock)

J'me tire - GIMS (afrobeats)

New Divide - Linkin Park (was obsessed with them as a teen)

Stop and Stare - OneRepublic (so nostalgic to me)

Deluso - Masamasa (italian pop - it slaps)

I Fall in Love too Easily - Chet Baker (jazz <3)

Sonar - BaianaSystem (glad a brazilian song made it into this list)

Lisztomania - Phoenix (this is my jam!!!)

This makes absolutely zero sense lol The incoherence of this list reflects my music taste perfectly.

tagging whoever sees this and wants to play too :)

#thanks for tagging me! #tag games #kirk.goes.to.gallifrey

[homo-rashi]

During a Picnic (Yuri on Ice)

Day 4 of #OmoSummer2023 

(THIS FIC CONTAINS PISS. DON’T LIKE DON’T READ)

There's no better way than to spend a spring day in Japan then a hanami or flower viewing party. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom in Hatsetsu and Vitkor has been staying with Yuuri at the onsen hotel for a few months in preparation for their wedding in the summer. The skating duo is inviting all their close friends and family for a Honeymoon/ Wedding/Tropical getaway to Okinawa, to not only celebrate their nuptials but to officially have one last hurrah before Viktor retires from skating and to kick off Yuuri’s last season as a skater before becoming a coach himself. 

Today however, It's still spring, the wedding preparations are being handled by Minako-san, Leaving Viktor and Yuuri to enjoy their time together during the off season, basking in their last few months as boyfriends and not husbands. 

The day has brought them to Dobutsu Koen, a park that welcomes pets of all kinds, usually a dog but the rare cat and bunny on a leash isn't an uncommon spot. The cherry blossoms in this park have always been Yuuri’s favorite. Growing up he would always spend hours reading and relaxing when he wasn't on the ice under these trees. So he knew he had to bring Viktor here while he was in Japan. 

Yuuri has had a lot of things that Viktor absolutely had to do while in Japan, and he seems to be trying to cram them all into one day for some reason unbeknownst to Viktor. The morning started off adorable, With Yuuri beginning him a huge, traditional japanese breakfast in bed. They both sat and fed each other, basking in the morning sunlight. After, they showered together and had a morning soak in the hot springs. Immediately after drying off, Yuuri pretty much dressed Viktor and had him out the door onto their first venture of the day, A tea house just outside the city. 

On the bus to said tea house is when Viktor first noticed the major flaw in Yuuri being by his side since waking up, He didn't get a chance to take his morning pee. Even while brushing his teeth, the activity he usually does before relieving himself, Yuuri was right by his side. The whole ride there, he was eager to get to the tea house and use their restroom, so he could stop worrying about the low nagging in his lower half and enjoy the seemingly jam packed day with his fiance. 

“Viktor! You have to try their hibiscus matcha latte! It was my own concoction I used to get as a kid and when I started skating professionally they made it an official menu item!” Yuuri hurriedly pulled Viktor into the store, not giving him a chance to excuse himself. He gave into Yuuri’s grasp deciding he can wait till after they order and get their drinks. 

They order their drinks, Viktor is taken away by how delicious Yuuri’s custom drink is and mindlessly sips at it over the half hour while they sit and talk about Yuuri’s childhood. By the time Yuuri is ready to head to their next destination, Viktor had finished the entire latte. He did manage to excuse himself from Yuuri to find the bathroom when the owner of the shop asked for a picture with him to print out and stick on the menu next to the drinks. 

Viktor turned the corner where the restroom was located and was eager to pop inside, He was halted by a yellow wet floor sign blocking the entire hallway, along with an out of order sign taped to the door to the single stall restroom. Viktor stood in shock for a second, not sure what to do. He really does have to go, but if the bathroom is out of order, there is nothing he can do. He makes due with standing still for a moment, crossing his legs tightly before making his way back out to an eagerly awaiting Yuuri to head to their next destination. 

Of course it's a wine tasting. A vineyard. One of the only Italian style Vineyards in all of Japan that just so happened to be the place where Yuur’s mom proposed to his dad. Yes that is right, she proposed to him. Viktor was shocked to hear this from Yuuri’s as they walked around getting a tour of all of the different types of grapes growing. Viktor was thankful that while they kept moving, he could easily disguise his mild squirming as they walked on the uneven terrain, when they were brought to an outside terrace, lined with blooming Wisteria plants.

They were seated at a bar, with a few other couples. Viktor takes note that they aren't the only same-sex couple in the row, two women are seated a few couples down from them. He smiles, Japan is very different then Russia. The main difference Viktor is focused on now is how Japan apparently has a major lack of public restrooms, as this outside terrace has no restroom in sight. 

“This is the wine they had at my moms wedding! I order us full glasses of it, and samples of all the others they offer so maybe we can pick one for our wedding.” Yuuri explains as the waitress drops the tray of drinks off at their side of the bar. Viktor swallows down his need, deciding to focus all of his attention on picking a wine for their wedding, something Yuuri is clearly passionate about. 

“Ooh this one is good too! Try this one!” Yuuri hiccups, Viktor laughs, they both decide spitting out the wine after tasting it doesn't feel right, so they are drinking all of it and the slight tipsiness is making everything taste the same at this point. 

“I like the one your parents choose, my love, it's sweet just like you, maybe that's why you're so sweet.” Viktor leans forward and kisses Yuuri, his belt being at the perfect angle to put major pressure on his bladder. He winces at the reminder that he still needs to pee, and the tea and now multiple small glasses of wine making themselves comfortable in his bladder is making him anything but comfortable. 

“Yuuri-” Viktor is about to speak up but Yuuri starts talking before he can express his need. 

“Come on, it's gonna start getting chilly and I wanna stop by the conbini and get the food for the Hanami!” Viktor is paying for their wine tasting and being ushered out the door before he can even realize just how desperate he is from the change of gravity. 

The conbini has no bathroom for the public, they never do. Luckily, Yuuri lets him wait outside to grab their food, leaving him to wiggle about however he pleases to keep his need at bay. He is still a little tipsy from the wine, so he is not really feeling embarrassed by his obvious potty dance visible to the various onlookers. Yuuri exits the conbini excited to announce he got more booze for their picnic, and so many snacks. 

They got to the park and layed out their tarp, topping it off with a plush green and white checkered throw blanket for added comfort. Though at this point, nothing could bring comfort to Victor besides emptying the massive swollen organ currently filling up his insides

“Try this love!” Yuuri was shoving a bite of something filled with shrimp and mayonnaise into his mouth, he smiled as he ate, enjoying being fed by the love of his life, but annoyed he couldn't fully enjoy the moment because of his need, he decided then he needed to speak up. 

“Yuu-” 

“We got here at the perfect time, look how crowded it's getting, we're lucky we got this spot.” Yuuri once again cuts Viktor off. Viktor looks around and there are quite a lot of people now. Viktor gives up hasking, they would lose their spot and it would ruin the end of their amazing day Yuuri planned. Viktor swallows hard, choosing to sit on his legs and crush his member between his thighs to keep his composure. 

Said composer lasts all of thirty minutes when more alcohol is opened and he is feeling his previous buzz come back full circle. He never drank a lot during his active skating years so he is rather light weight, and the alcohol in japan doesn't taste bad like in russia so it's easy to down it rather quickly. He is wiggly now, uncomfortably so and Yuuri seems to notice. 

“You okay, babe?” Yuuri places a hand on Viktors thigh, he tenses, and then realizes Yuuri can probably feel how tight he has his legs pushed together. He lets his muscles loose, trying to look as normal as possible while nodding, but when he does, a sharp burst of wetness shocks him into hunched over position, his hands, that he has been trying too hard to keep busy, shoot to hold himself. 

“Viktor???” Yuuri is scooted over to his side the second he lets out a groan. The younger japanese man not knowing what's wrong with his fiance, Viktor can hear the concern in his voice. 

“I’m okay, I just have to pee.” Viktor says he tries to sound normal but his voice comes out in a croak. All his muscles are taught, even his vocal cords while he waits for this course of desperation to pass. 

“Oh that god! I was worried you were sick. Come on, let's go find a bathroom. I gotta go too.” Viktor feels Yuuri’s hand move from his thigh for a moment as the blanket shifts under them, to the small hand being held out for him to grab ahold of. Not feeling like the current wave is passed at all, he hesitantly lets one of his hands leave his crotch to be hoisted up, 

Immediate regret. The second he goes to stand up, a gush of piss wets his boxers, it's long and hard and audible to Yuuri. Viktor instinctively slams himself back down into the picnic blanket and resumes the position with both hands holding his now damp crotch. Viktor just looks up at Yuuri with tears in his eyes. 

“Hey hey! It's okay. Did you wait too long?” Yuuri is at his side sitting on the blanket once again, this time both hands are on his shoulders, massaging them gently. 

“I-I can't move. I already started-” Viktor can't even say the words. 

“Oh, baby.” Yuuri leans over and places a kiss on Viktor's cheek “if you already started then…”  Viktor is surprised Yuuri’s lips didn't get burned from how hot his cheeks for from the suggestion. 

“I can't, love, we're in public and I- nghhh” Viktor leans forward, another leak escaping him, this time, it shows on his pants outside of his hands. He looks down in a panic. 

“It's okay. We will stay here until your pants are dry enough that nobody will know. The blanket will soak it all up.” Yuuri’s words are nonsense in Viktors ears, peeing himself? He is a grown man. He hasn't wet himself this publicly since the one time during practice he fell wrong and wet himself, and only Yakov was there to witness that. 

Viktor doesn't have a choice in the matter, as another leak escapes him, this time, it doesn’t stop, 

“Sit criss cross, that way only your bum will get wet.” Yuuri seems to notice the wetness spreading beneath viktor hands and the older skater lets his legs fall into the instructed position, Yuuri moves and grabs one of his hands, and that's it, 

Viktor sits and stares down at his lap in horror as he feels the damn break, hot, steaming piss spattering hard against the inside of his jeans before rolling down his thighs and pooling at his ass. He can hear the hiss of how forcefully he is peeing, and he hopes Yuuri can’t, but likely, Yuuri is the only one who can, considering he is sitting beside Viktor, rubbing his back as he wets himself in the middle of a crowded park. 

The feeling of relief as he finally starts to feel the pain subside is short lived, when shame overcomes him. Feeling just how wet his pants already are, while there is still an ocean spilling out of him makes him feel disgusting. 

“I’m sorry.” He chokes, still peeing, but not being able to keep his emotion in. “I ruined our date because I forgot to go this morning, I should have been able to hold it.” Viktor cries, feeling the cooling sensation of his piss makes him realize he is finally empty. He couldn't even tell because the pain from holding it is still in his mid-section. 

“This morning?! Viktor- Why didn't you say anything?” Yuuri whispers pulling Viktor into an embrace, 

“Stop, I'll get pee on you!” Viktor tries to pull away, but Yuuri does let him, 

“I don't care, come here. I'm sorry. I should have paid more attention to your needs.” Viktor melts into Yuuri's embrace, feeling the warmth of his husband that he loves so much. 

“So you still want to marry me?” Viktor pulls away with a sad look on his face. 

“Viktor!” Yuuri slaps him on the shoulder playfully, “of course I do what would you even ask that?” Yuuri pulls back and looks at him curiously, 

“We both haven't been to the toilet and…I couldn't hold it. I’m weak, I'm broken. I’d understand if you didn't want to be with someone who can't even keep their pants dry for a dat-'' Viktor is cut off by a new, warm wetness seeping into the blanket, but this time not below him, but next to him. 

“I don't care that you had an accident, see, it's not a big deal. I told you I had to go too, remember? See? Now let's move to the other side of the blanket that's dry, and let's open that egg sandwich before it gets too hot from the sun!” Viktor sits, shell shocked for a few seconds, bewildered on how he found the most perfect fiance in the world, Not many people can say their partner would piss themselves to make them feel better. Viktor moves from the wet spot on the blanket stealthily and eats the rest of the food Yuuri bought. Thankfully since its a rather hot spring day, their pants dry enough that they can leave right before sundown, hand in hand, closer then they had ever been and both dying to get home and change their pants. 

#yuri on ice #omo on ice #omorashi #piss fic #anime omorashi #omocute #omofluff #fluff #picnic #date fic #myworks

[randomvarious]

Today’s mix:

The New York Beat: New York's Hottest Club Hits by David Phillips 1987 Freestyle / Dance-Pop

God, it must've been such a fuckin' vibe to pop something like this into your tape deck back in 1987 on a late, balmy New York City night and just cruise down the streets blasting it with your windows rolled all the way down 😎. When done right, freestyle music can be *so* good, man. You load a piece of a vocal into a sampler, chop up a Latin-tinged, pitch-shifted melody out of it, and then lay that melody over some layers of synths and drums and then I'm all yours 🥰.

And you happen to briefly get a couple of those sublime moments in the instrumental portions of the final track on this mix, "I Won't Stop Loving You," by C-Bank featuring Diamond Eyes. C-Bank is an electro and freestyle project that has actually belonged to a handful of producers over the years. In fact, the other C-Bank track that's on this mix appears to have been produced by a guy named John Robie, who had previously crafted some classic old school electro-hip hop jams for Afrika Bambaataa & The Soulsonic Force—namely, "Looking for the Perfect Beat" and "Renegades of Funk"—and he also plays synthesizer on the group's most famous hit, "Planet Rock." But Robie's C-Bank song, I think, pales in comparison to the other one on here, which appears to have been co-produced by a pair of rookies named Elvin Molina and Mickey Garcia, who'd both go on to make a lot more freestyle tracks after they released this one. And the version that's on this tape actually sounds a bit different than the version that's on YouTube, which I'll provide here.

Because of those instrumental bits with the melodic vocal stabs, that C-Bank track is my favorite tune on here. But the one that precedes it by Bronx trio Sweet Sensation is a pretty quintessential 80s dance tune too; it was their debut single and it hit #64 on Billboard's Hot 100.

But outside of those two tracks, nothing else on this mix really seems all that special. And some of these tunes were actually pretty big hits in their day, like Sicilian singer Nocera's "Summertime, Summertime," which hit #2 on the Billboard dance chart in 1986. But looking back, a lot of these tunes actually just sound kinda simple, formulaic, and cheap 🤷‍♂️.

However, despite the overall lackluster selection, the mixing on this tape is still pretty damn good. And according to Discogs, this appears to be the only mix that this David Phillips guy ever made. Prior to this mix—if it is indeed the same guy—he did an updated 1986 dance remix of pre-Monkees Micky Dolenz's 1967 blues-rock single, "Don't Do It," which he front-ended with a coked-out, uptempo, hypnotically surfy hi-NRG beat. And I gotta say, it's really... something 😅; worth a listen just for the sheer novelty of it.

Really was not expecting this dancy freestyle mix to have just one degree of separation from Micky Dolenz, but there you have it! 😄

Now, I don’t have any links to this full mix, but I managed to record it with one of those cheap cassette-to-mp3 converters, so if you *really* want to hear it, feel free to get at me.

And here’s a short Spotify playlist of some personal freestyle faves of mine; nothing out of the ordinary, but some absolute bangers that span from the early 80s to mid-90s 😌.

Highlights:

Sweet Sensation - "Hooked On You" C-Bank Featuring Diamond Eyes - "I Won't Stop Loving You"

#freestyle #freestyle music #dance pop #dance #dance music #pop #electronic #electronic music #music #80s #80s music #80's #80's music