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stuffedgamer · 4 months
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If you’re still chasing the high of Epic the Musical and still want some Odysseus music I suggest this! A 24 minute song about the Odyssey, it’s just as good as the musical. (if not better in my opinion)
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Progressive Metal Album Covers. They’re weird, often liminal, but so cool looking.
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thrashntreasure · 7 months
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Ep106 Simons are a Bert's Best Friend w/ Bert LaBonté and Simon Burke! (AUS)
Heelllooooo Chickees! It's Australia's own Harold Zidler- Simon Burke, and fellow Bohemian, Bert LaBonté! This week, we hop on the bullet-train to Montmartre... but in Melbourne... for a catch-up with these two affable stars of Moulin Rouge! The Musical - currently playing a final Encore Season at the Regent Theatre, Melbourne (and worldwide!) - where we dive into the Underworld with Symphony X, before we find out if these Gentlemen Prefer Blondes! Plus we chat Moulin Rouge! the Musical!, Harold Zidler, Bert's interpretation of Toulouse Lautrec, Topdog/Underdog, Moulin Roast!, and we find out which normal, everyday thing do our superstar guests fail miserably at in one of our funniest moments yet- plus HEAPS more!
TICKETS to Moulin Rouge! The Musical! (Melb) https://moulinrougemusical.com/australia/home/
Bert on Socials: https://www.instagram.com/bertlabee/
Simon on Socials: https://www.instagram.com/simon__burke/
Regent Theatre, Melbourne: https://marrinergroup.com.au/regent-theatre
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dreamsequencer · 1 year
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Man........ man
The Accolade, Symphony X // Dragons of Winter Night, Tracy Hickman and Margaret Weis
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liveguitarsolos · 2 years
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Michael Romeo
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mymindlostmefan · 1 year
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Symphony X 2002 The Odyssey
released 05.11.2002
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katsum · 1 year
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metalsongoftheday · 1 year
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Wednesday, November 9: Symphony X, “The Raging Seasons”
Symphony X maintained a fairly stable lineup throughout its career, and have been consistent in their approach to progressive metal from the very beginning. But the very beginning had its wrinkles, most notably the presence of Rod Tyler as vocalist before Russell Allen took over: “The Raging Seasons” in and of itself wasn’t at all removed from what would soon come, as Michael Romeo already had a clear idea of what he wanted as a guitarist and composer, and Tyler’s range and timbre weren’t jarringly different from Allen’s.  But there was something a bit tentative about it, and the palpable hunger Allen brought to everything he sang (not always to his benefit) was sorely missing.  Symphony X was never lacking for chops, and they certainly weren’t here- “The Raging Seasons” was as strong as prog metal got in 1994.  But they still needed a little more time to woodshed before they really locked it down.
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darlinglove · 2 years
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Fly with me - forever higher And with these wings, We'll Set the World on Fire
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brightmetal · 2 months
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phantomlordreshiram · 9 months
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In honor of my favorite Symphony X album, I decided to do a piece based off of their 2011 album “Iconoclast”, featuring my Ultra Moon OC, Camden, in his AU form as an anthropomorphic Arcanine (inspired by @isshusgotissues). Hope you guys enjoy this one!
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boizdocry · 6 months
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The Odyssey - YouTube
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What can I say?
24 minutes of ear-orgasms, fun, astonsihment, grandeur!
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isolationaroundus · 1 year
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moaninmoonen · 1 year
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Symphony X - Electric Messiah
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miserycanary · 26 days
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TAKE IT OR LEAVE HIM ᡣ𐭩 ⤷ next
pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & reader
synopsis: Ghost forgets your birthday
tag: slight slight angst
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Hectic doesn’t begin to describe Ghost’s schedule, yet you accepted him with open arms. He needs to cut your dinner short because he’s needed back at the base? You nod with a smile full of understanding. He forgets a few chores and groceries because he’s piled up with tasks? You kiss his forehead and tell him it’s fine, and you just work around it and rush during your office breaks to do those tasks on your own. You’re exhausted from being held back at the office because the client changed their mind during the finalization, but you come home to a pile of dirty dishes and no dinner? You say you understand, washing up and going to bed while feeling your stomach grumble and waking up to wash the previous night’s dishes just to lessen Ghost’s worries.
You had no problem bending backwards just to accommodate him. You entered the relationship knowing about his schedule, so… were you really in any position to complain? 
A few insignificant tasks and miniscule adjustments to your schedule were nothing; never once uttered a complaint because you understood. Why? Because Ghost always finds a way to make it up to you. Sending bouquets when you close a big deal, treating you to a fancy restaurant during your birthday (though he’s mostly never there to celebrate until the end), and gifting you branded things during your anniversaries… so, it was all okay….. ?
Yes, it’s fine if he never shows up for your dinner date because of work. 
Yes, it’s fine that you spend most nights alone. 
Yes, you can clean the house, shop for groceries, do the laundry, and cook for the both of you. 
It was all okay. You were okay with it. You accepted it. You understood. You can do it. You’re fine. It’s all worth it. It’s not worth any trouble. It’s fine—
You snap back and all thoughts stop rushing into your head. Your phone blares an alarm with the words, ‘DATE NIGHT’, flashing on the screen. Right, it’s your birthday and Ghost promised he’d finally make it this time. So, you wore the prettiest dress, applied the most gorgeous (and time-consuming) makeup, and put on the cutest heels (your feet are getting blisters) because you wanted to spend this night with the man you love most on your Earth… who wasn’t by your side right now, but it’s fine. 
The waiter approaches the table, asking you for what seems to be the 6th time that night if your company is coming because they’re about to close. Giving up, you offer an apologetic smile and gather your things. The walk out the restaurant was embarrassing to say the least. Harsh winter air greets your face, your legs and arms trembling as you try to seek warmth from the take-out bag. You didn’t bring a jacket because, well, you thought Ghost would be there with you, but it’s fine.
The apartment door clicks open and a dark hallway awaits you. ‘Ah, he’s not here yet,’ you think to yourself, a pang of disappointment piercing your heart that raised its hope for one night. With a wince and a pained gasp, your heels come undone. Muted footsteps along the wooden floorboards as you strip out your clothes and wash up. You resign the night with your lover nowhere to be found— once again, but it’s fine. 
Morning dawn cracks through your curtains with a familiar arm around your waist and familiar dip on the mattress. You blink your sleepiness away, taking in every detail of your Simon’s face in the morning. Like he has a third sense, he wakes and stares back at you. First smiles of the day are shared between you two but you expected more. Nothing too grand. Maybe an apology and a greeting? Yet the day goes by with receiving neither, but it’s fine. Maybe the next day’s the charm? 
Nothing.
Irritation towards your lover is a rare occurrence with your endless patience and never-ending understanding of his situation. You still held hopes that maybe he’d finally realize his slip-up, but what did you come home to? Dirty dishes. A pile of them. 
“Ah, sweetheart. You’re home,” he kisses your cheek and presses your waist close to him like usual. The scent of whiskey and cigar lingers on his clothes— a scent you usually adore but now only fuels your anger. “Si, what’s this?” you ask, trying to keep your frustration at bay as you point to the sink. “What? Oh, noticed ‘ya didn’t make dinner so I ate what’s ever left,” he answers cooly like there’s nothing wrong.
“... do you mean you ate my lunch for tomorrow?” 
“That yours? Sorry, baby. ‘Ya can jus’ make another one, and one for me.”
You pull away, slapping his face with tears rushing down your face. Ghost looks at you with shock and confusion which angers you further. How can he not realize why you’re mad?
“Woah, woah. What’s wrong, doll?”
“DON’T CALL ME THAT. Oh, my fucking God, Simon. You’re really asking me that?” you run your fingers through your hair, screaming at his face and throwing your purse at him. “What’s wrong?? You tell me! I slave away at this goddamn house. I go to bed with my bones feeling like weights because I keep cleaning after your mess, but it’s fine! Because you were busy, I understood.”
Tension builds in the air as everything you’ve held back poured out of you. “I never complained because I told you I was fine with your schedule when we first started dating. I fucking bend my body backwards and did everything for you LIKE A MAID. And you have the audacity to ask me what’s wrong? You don’t even ask me how my day went. Asking me to cook for you like I’m just a housekeeper? YOU DON’T EVEN DO ANYTHING FOR ME.” You stomp over to his face, glaring with hatred as you spat out your next words. “Just a fucking reminder that I am your girlfriend. I am not here to clean up after you.”
“Did I ask you to?” he snaps back, returning the same vile stare. “You’re whining about working around the house like I asked you to. Let’s be clear that I never forced you to do these shits around the house.”
“You didn’t have to! You just kept piling up dishes and clothes, leaving a messy trail behind you because you know you expect me to do it for you!”
“And did those come for free? I buy you everything you want on anniversaries and birthdays. You act as if you come for cheap,” he scoffs.
"WELL, GUESS WHAT? YOU FUCKING FORGOT IT THIS YEAR,” you finally confess through sobs. Realization dawns upon your lover, evident on the way his face drops. He tries to approach you but you step back.
“I waited for you like a fool because you promised. I-.. I.. had to tell the waiter 5 times that you were coming because they were on the verge of throwing me out. Did you know how embarrassing it was for me? I… I know I shouldn’t have kept my hopes up but I wanted to believe in you, but.. I’m tired.”
Silence blankets you both as every emotion rushes through your heart. Your throat felt raw and your head was getting heavy from all the crying.
“I’m done, Ghost. I’m tired," you whisper. Those words were simple but Ghost knew what lies underneath. You weren't tired of what you did for him. You were tired of him.
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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱: woah, angst again? Anyone surprised? This request has been sitting on my inbox for a while but I have enough free time to answer them, so here we are. I will make a König version if this gets attention. 📩
dividers by @cafekitsune
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