#six cast album

[unbreakable-heart-of-stone]

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#six the musical #broadway #six broadway #abby mueller #nicole kyoung mi lambert #adrianna hicks #andrea macasaet #courtney mack #anna uzele #mallory maedke #brittney mack #keirsten hodgens #sam pauly #six #queens #six cast album #original broadway cast #broadway cast album #six cast recording #cast recording

[wizzard890]

One of my biggest pet peeves is when books or movies are like "what if it’s the past but with things like selfies and shutter shades and yas queen" and don't....have anything to say with that. I’m not talking about comedies, I’m talking about historical anachronisms that get deployed in dramas. 

Like, this is a stylistic choice, and thanks to things like Hamilton, it’s one that’s becoming more and more common, so I get all sorts of opportunities to think about why some examples are so shallow and annoying, and why others work so well. 

I think of it as the difference between Sophia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette - an enormously sensitive and successful example! - and the Broadway musical Six, which is the poster child for “doing an anachronism to make the Notorious RBG crowd cheer”. 

In Six, Anne Boleyn is portrayed as a ditzy party girl who didn’t think anything could touch her until something manifestly did. She’s not into politics or long-term plots, she just wants to fuck around and have a good time. The creators cast her as a dumb popular chick in way over her head. 

Now, do I find that an enormously boring take on Anne Boleyn? Obviously. But the real question is why have they chosen these specific anachronisms? The phone, describing her letters with King Henry as “texting” and “replies”. It’s a sort of SNL take on history, lazily swapping courtier with influencer; her “lol”s and “sorry not sorry”s don’t bring you any closer to the emotional truth of her situation. 

(And before you say “but Six is a comedy!” it’s a: not really, and b: a musical that contains a harrowing song* about a woman’s experience of being sexually assaulted as a child, and then again at multiple points throughout her life**, so I do feel they had the range, had they chosen to reach for it.)

Dramatic anachronism, when employed well, gives us touch points to recognize. It renders a world that may feel alien as legible to a modern audience, who come in with their own associations and biases. And so the best anachronisms are specific.

“Wouldn’t it be kind of funny if Anne Boleyn was a party girl because she was a big deal in court and everyone had hard opinions on her?” That’s a sketch idea, not a thoughtful deployment of anachronism to deepen an audience’s understanding of what’s happening in front of them. 

Contrast with this famous shot from Sophia Coppola’s 2006 movie Marie Antoinette. 

Now, what is the point of those Chuck Taylors? What do they communicate to an audience, especially in the mid-aughts? What do they think of when they think of out of touch rich girls who spend all their time shopping and drinking and spoiling their little dogs and wearing pastel colored high tops? Oh right:

The movie is not asking: what if Anne Boleyn was sort of like a girl who shops at Revolve? It’s not even asking: what if Marie Antoinette was a girl like you, who probably owns high tops?

It’s asking, directly: what if Paris Hilton, someone you all already hate, with her baggage and inadequacy and shallowness and mean-spiritedness and humanity and probably genuine unhappiness -- what if she had an angry, starving, justified mob at her door, who blame her for something that is, in part, her fault. Would you feel sorry for her? I mean, people chase her around all the time in real life, and make her miserable, and she’s starving herself to death in front of us and everyone calls her a slut and an idiot. And maybe she, Paris Hilton, is an idiot. Anyway, focus on the screen: should this gluttonous, unprepared, wasteful, shallow Austrian woman be tormented unto her ultimate demise for being an idiot? 

That’s what successful, thoughtful anachronism does. It asks you to make connections between yourself and the past, your social impulses and the things that governed people long dead. It wants to help you recognize the ways that we are different and how in others we never change. 

It’s a powerful tool when employed directly, and I think it’s a huge bummer that writers rarely seem to understand that. 

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*All You Wanna Do is the only number in the show that actually works, because they use the tee-hee pop princess conceit to pull the rug out from under you and reveal something genuinely horrible.

**Six has a tone problem. 

#I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAG THIS BUT OOOH IT GRINDS MY GEARS #the live cast album of six dropped a while ago and it's just the platonic example of poorly deployed anachronism #six the musical #marie antoinette 2006

[jesstasticvoyage]

Sam Claflin & Riley Keough

#sam claflin #riley keough #daisy jones and the six #djats #djats cast #billy dunne #Daisy Jones #really like how old this picture looks #feels like something id see in my mom’s photo album #chiseled jaw & dimples

[theseventhveil1945]

stills from daisy jones & the six s01e08 // echo and narcissus by john william waterhouse // " the river" lyrics // narcissus and echo by solomon joseph solomon // still from daisy jones & the six s01e08 // ted hughes, tales from ovid; "echo and narcissus" // still from daisy jones & the six s01e07 // ted hughes, tales from ovid; "echo and narcissus" // stills from daisy jones & the six s01e08 // "the river" lyrics

#daisybilly #daisy jones and the six #ok but fr my mind #narratively doylist-ly they’re both narcissus but for this episode and this song and the way this song is used in the episode they #both cast themselves into the role of echo. longing for something they can never have until the only thing left of them is a voice #aka the album recording aka it once again all ties back to silver springs fleetwood mac.mp3

[hurtyourego]

yall i just saw six and i’ve never been happier to have dropped money on tickets bc this deadass just became my favorite musical, it was so good!!! 😩

#six the musical #just listening to the album really doesn’t encapsulate just how good this show is #tn also just happened to be the entire cast’s last performance which makes it even more special

[snixx]

I can't believe paramore has never been my #1 artist on spotify wrapped like they're the artist I've consistently called my favourite for the longest time they WOULD'VE been #1 in 2k19 if they were on spotify india back then and i listened to them there instead of on youtube (or it could've been coldplay i guess) and they've been in my top 5 every year without fail but THEY'RE GETTING #1 THIS YEAR IDC

#fun fact about me I've had a different artist at 1 every year I've got a wrapped #zero repeats #and it's never been glee cast so far though they were my all time no 1 for the longest time #so this year will be paramore idc #it's currently taylor swift for the last six months but pmore will dethrone her #i barely listen to tswift anymore so that's gonna happen inevitably #they deserve to be 1 once #and hey this is the first year they've put out an album since I've been a fan so #it fits #paramore #girlblogging.pdf

[rocketonthemoon]

top 5 albums from high school??

OH MAN ok gotta think hmmmm I don't know that these are ranked by how I felt about them in high school but they were definitely my favorite IN highschool

More Than You Think You Are - Matchbox Twenty

Folie À Duex - Fall Out Boy

Let It Go - Avril Lavigne

Next to Normal (Original Broadway Cast)

Speak Now - Taylor Swift

#appropriatelystupid #Ask a Rocket #I will say that there's also like a TON of musicals I could've picked #because I tended to rotate cast albums about one every six months #but Next to Normal was a good enough staple through the majority of HS that it felt appropriate #and unfortunately it is true that HS me really loved Speak Now as an album #I had it in my truck and everything #but the Matchbox and Fall Out Boy were definitely the most played bands

[its-your-girl-geekerella]

I find it kind of funny that the song in which a lesson is learned is the least popular song on the album.

#do better queendom #queendom #six the musical #six the musical broadway #original cast album #theatre #theater #musical theatre #musical theater #theater kid #theatre kid #i don't need your love #smh

[the-ten-amongst-these-threes]

BROADWAY CAST ALBUM

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

#six the musical #six broadway #six #six broadway cast album

[stranger-awakening]

mirror blue night made it back onto my receiptify don’t text

#i haven't listened to that cast album in Months but apparently i listened to mbn enough times in one sitting for it to count so fgdskfh #the Hold that song has over me though good Lord #like sure i listen to the spring awakening cast album normally i skip the word of your body like any sane person #i skip the dark i know well sometimes because its A Lot #i listen to mirror blue night at least six times in a row - #jess rants about life

[unbreakable-heart-of-stone]

They really did this!!

#six the musical #broadway #six broadway #abby mueller #nicole kyoung mi lambert #andrea macasaet #courtney mack #adrianna hicks #anna uzele #mallory maedke #brittney mack #sam pauly #keirsten hodgens #six cast album #cast recording #original broadway cast #six #queens

[ghostlypawn]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WE’RE ACTUALLY GETTING A SIX OBCR !!!!!!!!!

#i lost all hope yesterday and now… i get to recieve #six the musical broadway cast recording is the album of the summer

[vordemtodgefeit]

this entire album is an absolute gift, i don’t care what anyone says

#and so is the cast. they’re all so damn talented and i love hearing the differences from the west end version i’ve seen #i did like the concept of the studio album in a meta ‘this is the album the pop group in the musical releases’ way #but it took away from one of the best parts of six: the emotion #you can hear the emotion in their voices whether that’s sassiness or sarcasm or joy or sadness or fear or pain #this goes for all of the songs but the difference is most prominent in aywd (thankfully. i adore the live version!) #which in general is one of the things i love about musical theatre - how real it feels #six the musical #six musical #six broadway

[jeniffercheck]

last.fm stats actually embarrassing rn

#98 scrobbles on six broadway cast album LJSDFLKJ #.txt

[annabelle--cane]

What is ghost quartet? Yes, I know I can google it but I'm asking because I love hearing people explain things they like.

a song cycle / cabaret style musical about a woman who wants to get back at her lover for falling in love with her sister and splinters her soul into four main timelines (snow-white and rose-red, the arabian nights, a new york city train platform, and the fall of the house of usher) to enact revenge on them in every iteration of their lives. it's told completely out of order and the four performers play four-to-six characters each. the album's bandcamp page describes the influences thusly:

there is an official proshot of the original cast up on youtube here

I will admit the pitch sounds confusing as hell but I went into the proshot with no context and got along with it pretty well my first time through? if you know natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812, it's by the same composer who wrote that, and features some overlapping cast members.

for the low low time investment of about 90 minutes, you, too, can make posts that people mistake for being about steven universe because they involve characters called pearl and rose.

#ghost quartet #answered #anons

[actually-safer-to-kiss]

See How It Shines

Summary: Spencer gets home from work to find Reader in tears over the new Hozier album.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff and comfort

Content warnings: The masterpiece of Hozier’s Unreal Unearth, me stopping halfway to listen to the entire album, me crying to every song I reference

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: shoutout to anyone who picks up on every song reference I make. I am instantly in love with you.

Spencer had been etched with the weight of unsolved cases and the relentless march of time, and he was forced to call it a night around six. The team had already pulled an all-nighter earlier in the week, so Hotch decided they all deserved rest. Spencer, however, wasn’t tired (he was; it was the late cups of coffee). Nevertheless, he makes it to his apartment door, skipping every other step. As Spencer turned the key in the lock, a soft melody flowed from the other side, haunting him yet drawing him in.

When the door opens with a slight creak, the music only grows. The living room was a sanctuary, bathed in the golden hues of twilight and table lamps, together casting long, ethereal shadows across the aged wooden floor. Plants adorned the walls and shelves. Since you moved in, he has never shared a space with so many simple living things.  His record player, a testament to decades of shared music between him and his mother, spun its vinyl tale. This time it was for you, as it breathed life into the album as you sat on the couch in a nest of blankets.

Ah yes, it was Hozier day. The anticipated album release of Unreal Unearth. His girlfriend highly anticipated it. She had been vibrating as the week drew to a close with five days left, then three, then one. And it was well worth the wait, considering the tears continuing to streak her face as the Irish man begged for someone to not fall away from him.

Spencer set his bag down by the door and proceeded toward the couch with caution as if he were ready to pounce like a predator on prey. Except the end resulted in a tender hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him with a puffy face and snotty nose. It was Spencer’s next instinct to grab a tissue from the end table and offer it to you. Of course, you took it. And even though the answer was obvious, he still felt the need to ask, “Are you okay?”

It was a struggle for you to inhale, so you blew your nose again. "I didn’t expect this to be a breakup album.” The album sleeve was wrapped in your arms, proving to already be a prized possession. The tracklist was organized by the layers of Dante’s hell they fell under.

Spencer gave you a small smirk before placing a kiss on your head. “Well, I’ll go ahead and get started on dinner.” It was his turn to take the culinary reins for tonight. “Do you need anything?”

“I need to know who this woman is, Spencer.” You throw your head back as Hozier hits a high note that neither of you has heard from him before. You stay there as you ask, “Who made this man feel so much pain?”

“You want to fight Hozier’s ex-girlfriend?”

“Ew, no.” Your nose scrunched. “I just want to know how. The power to make a man feel this way.”

Spencer chuckled. He had answers. And he’s happy to not reply with any of them. “I’m making chicken parmesan. That okay?”

You nodded, soon returning to singing about holding a heart like a steering wheel. But you then grabbed his hand. Your eyes are red, and Spencer is sure you’ll need drops before the end of the night. “Did a part of you die the first time I called you ‘baby,’ Spencer?”

Spencer couldn’t help but smirk as he quirked a brow. “Do what?”

“They’re song lyrics.” You let go of him.

Spencer has never fully understood the uproar that comes with Hozier. Then again, no one really flocks to Beethoven and Chopin like they used to. Plus, Vivaldi wasn’t known for belting out in the middle of his pieces and Spencer can at least admit Hozier’s belts ( well, the ones he’s heard so far) tug at him by the chest. He came back to his senses quickly when his mismatched socks landed on the cold tile. He washed his hands and opened the fridge door with his good knee.

Songs of water and knives reminded him he had chicken to wash and cut. And the familiar feeling in his own kitchen gets the tasks in Spencer’s head in order. He could feel the weight of his week slowly lift, replaced by Spencer attempting to chop to the song. It was inefficient. Some songs play shockingly fast for a breakup album. He settled for a more percussion style of noise, making each slice more deliberate as a testament to his meticulousness.

The flour and breadcrumbs sizzled in the oil that mingled with the sight of you matching the pitch of the song and humming where Hozier shouted, caressing the album sleeve like it was alive and needed your warmth. The weight of the lyrics settling in your bones caused your head to fall in shock as a long, high note carried through the whole apartment.

The album played on, weaving tales of love and loss, each one successfully targeting your core and striking effectively. And when Spencer got into the groove of his own routine in the kitchen, he listened to the lyrics as they almost guided him to autopilot, reminding him of the joys that come with his leg around you in bed, ensuring you don’t move anywhere except closer to him. And how the idea of losing that is something he does not care to dwell on for long.

He could keep it together, he thought.

Until his voice soars about the glistening of an animal’s eyes. About the force of love for someone recklessly in the middle of the street. Spencer couldn’t help but feel a lump forming in his throat. It was a visceral reaction—Spencer's sniffle. But it wasn’t unheard.

You turned your gaze toward Spencer, your eyes soft with understanding. You could hear the emotion in his breath and the slight catch in his throat. “Spencer?” You asked.

“I’m fine.”

Your lower lip quivers with a puffy smile. “You’re crying.”

“No, I’m chopping. Chopping while completely fine.” His sniffles continued to give him away (sanitary stations over pride every time).

You couldn’t help but find the situation adorable. You lazily got up from the couch, letting one of the blankets slide off with you, dragging along behind you across the wood floor and then the tile. You carefully put your hands around his waist because safety comes first. You squeeze him, and he laughs a little. For a moment, he puts his left hand on your arm, keeping it there. You noticed how his fingertips were colder than expected as you looked at the cutting board from under his arm. “So basil makes you cry? Is that it?”

Spencer laughs again, diverting his gaze from the record player and clearing his eyes from unshed tears. “Today, it apparently does. There must be some emotional properties I didn’t consider.”

“Nothing to do with an Irish man singing his heart out?”

Spencer rubs his nose on his sleeve. Fuck sanitation right now; he’s about to go through it. The snot is evident. See how it shines, indeed. “Is he really singing about roadkill?”

“Yep.” You sniffle in return as you lay your head on his back.

“Fuck.”

“I know.”

“How does he do it?”

“That I don’t know.” You held Spencer as he let the music hit him. Taking moments to turn from the food to wipe his tears.

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