This is the first draft, I might so a full rewrite of it eventually and post it on AO3, but for now have some Ironhawk fluffiness.
Tony Stark was a genius
practically from birth, put in the spotlight by both association and skill.
Nobody was surprised when the rich boy started sleeping around with college
kids years older than he was.
Tony remembers being 4
years old, circuit board grasped in tiny fingers. He remembers his father’s arm
around his shoulder.
He remembers being 6 an
engine on the counter, and his father’s hand on his shoulder, a smile on his
face. He remembers Jarvis, and a lot of hugs.
Then he remembers
boarding school. Remembers kids’ years older than him who only ever reached out
to remind him that he was weakest among them. He remembers teachers who sneered
when he corrected them.
He remembers Christmas
break and the first hug he’d had in months. He remembers every Christmas break
after that and the warmth of Jarvis arms.
He remembers Obie’s hand
on his shoulder the day his parents died. He remembers thinking that he would
never get a hug from Jarvis again.
He remembers having sex
for the first time, he didn’t know her name, heck he barely knew his own name.
But he remembered the feel of her skin against his.
He remembers the day he
realized people only touched him when they wanted something. With women it was
either sex or money, with Obie it was new weapons, and more professional
behavior. He remembers realizing that he didn’t particularly care what they
wanted if he got even a second of contact.
He remembers the day he
realized that Rhodey didn’t hug him with intent. He remembers the day Rhodey
shipped out for the first time.
He remembers a string of
one night stands and the feeling of flesh on flesh. The feeling of warmth.
He remembers the day he
returned from Afghanistan and realized that with the open vulnerability sitting
in his chest sex wasn’t an option anymore.
He remembers dancing
with Pepper. Remembers holding her in his arms. He remembers letting her go
when she asked him to.
He remembers killing
Obie, remembers knowing the man had tried to kill him. He remembers mourning
the side hugs, and encouraging pats on the shoulder.
He remembers the day the
Avengers agreed to move in.
are all of their rooms ready? The passive surveillance is all set up so they
don’t get uncomfortable? And Steve’s is all retro? Natasha has the memory foam
bed right? She said she liked memory foam. Do you think they’ll like it?”
Tony babbles, he hasn’t slept in three days, ever since they agreed to move in.
He had to get everything ready.
“Of course, Sir.
All of that has been completed. I am sure they will love it.” Jarvis
assures him. Tony nods, trying to settle, hands flying up to fix the mess his
hair has become. “Good, good, do I need to shave? I should shave.” He
heads for the elevator, fingers tracing over the messy ages of his beard.
“Sir, this is not a
date I do not believe shaving is necessary.” Jarvis cuts in, halting Tony
on his path to the elevator. “Also, your guests are here.”
Jarvis why didn’t you tell me? Take me down to the lobby to get them.” He
spends the elevator ride trying to fix his hair, it doesn’t seem to have done
“Hello Mr. Stark,
thank you for inviting us.” Steve says, hefting his duffle bag up on his
“It’s no problem,
and please Cap, call me Tony.” He says, gesturing for them to board the
“Still, nice of you
to open your home to us.” Natasha says, smiling at him. Her eyes are
searching though. Most likely for a motive.
“It’s not just my
home now, it’s yours too.” He says, shrugging. Natasha elbows Clint in the
least subtle way possible, and Tony watches, mildly impressed as he manages to
keep hold of his boxes.
“Oh yeah, thanks
dude.” Clint says, peeking out from behind a stack of boxes with Natasha’s
careful script on them. “Okay, Natasha, you’re on floor 74. Clint you get
75, they do connect at multiple points and you can feel free to share
space.” Tony says, hitting the necessary buttons and gesturing to the eye
scanner. “Steve, you’re on 76, and I’m saving 77 for your friend.”
“Tony, we don’t
need whole floors.” Steve protests. Looking at his duffle bag Tony
suspects that is true, he’ll need to buy the man some clothes and things.
“Speak for yourself Rogers.” Clint says, elbowing the super
soldier in the side. It probably hurt his elbow more than it did Steve, but it
gets his point across. Tony elects to ignore both of them.
“Brucie-bear, you have 78, although the hulk room expands
into 79. I put your lab on your floor because I figured it would be more
“Thor gets 79, since he’ll be here the least he shouldn’t
mind the loss of space. Common areas are on floor 80, and the penthouse is
obviously mine. 81 through 84 are set up for Sam Wilson, guests, more guests,
and Rhodey respectively.” Tony explains. “If you need anything from Jarvis you
will have to enter the elevator or a common area, as I have set your rooms to
passive surveillance only to avoid any discomfort you may feel.” The elevator
stops and the doors slide open to reveal Natasha’s floor.
“No Jarvis beyond this point, but there is a top of the line
security system so please try not to break any windows.” Tony says, stepping
aside, Clint gets off the elevator while Natasha picks up her own stack of
boxes and follows him.
It takes an hour to get everyone settled in. Steve thanks
him profusely, and talks about how his floor is too much. Bruce thanks him
quietly and disappears into his rooms. Natasha calls him kitten in Russian and
smiles at him before disappearing into her rooms with a comment about dress
“Stark!” Clint is bouncing on the balls of his feet when
Tony knocks on his door to check on him. “Stark! You built me an archery range
on my floor? You are the absolute best!” For a moment, it looks like he’s going
to hug him, and then there’s a warm weight of Clint’s hand on his shoulder for
half a second. “God, I am never leaving this tower.”
“Glad you like it.” Tony says, trying to ignore how warm his
shoulder feels. Trying to ignore how his heart is beating against his ribs.
It’s been almost three months since he’s seen Rhodey, and therefore three months
since someone has touched him in a friendly way. It feels better than flying in
the suit ever does.
He’s not surprised with the lack of physical contact from
the others. They were busy moving in, and he knows they all have their own
hang-ups. It’s really not a big deal. He’s working on new armor for Steve now
anyways, so maybe he can get a hug or something after.
“Stop kidding yourself Stark.” He grumbles, glaring at his
reflection in the mirror. There are dark circles under his eyes, it’s probably
time he actually gets some sleep. “They won’t want you. Not a team player,
remember? Fucking talking to yourself in the bathroom mirror, no wonder you
only have three friends.” He sleeps until well into the next afternoon, and
then disappears into his lab.
“Sir, Captain Rogers is asking for you. He says the team
wants to do dinner tonight in the common room.” Jarvis informs him.
“They want me to come?” He asks, there’s no one here but
Jarvis and still the caution creeps into his voice. He can’t help but hide hope
behind an air of nonchalance.
“Of course, Sir.” Jarvis says. Steve had asked him to tell
Tony to come, they clearly wanted him there.
“Tell Cap I’ll be there.” He says, hiding a smile in his work.
He goes to team dinner, and the next one, and training. He
tries to live off of awkward brushes of hands, and sharp kicks for practice. He
reminds himself that just because they are here, doesn’t mean they’ll like him.
They don’t owe him hugs.
Tony was fine, really. Completely, and totally fine.
He finishes the first round of upgrade and eagerly calls
them to the lab.
“I made things!” He says, a new quiver clutched in his
hands. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, hugs are a relatively normal
part of gratitude he could get a hug.
“Is that a quiver?” Clint asks, Tony hits the button on the
side there’s a noise as the arrow head is attached. “Shit automated, what a
beaut.” Tony blushes, handing it over. Clint snatches up his bow, practically
running for the range. No hug. Tony turns to Natasha.
“Upgraded widow bites with stun, knock out, kill, and Thor
settings.” He offers, holding them out to her, she grins at him, taking them
from his hands.
“Thanks Stark.” She winks at him as she stalks out of the
room. “These will be so useful.” She doesn’t hug him on the way out.
“Steve, new body armor. Less ab plating more protection.” He
explains, holding up the new and improved suit. “Also, less zippers, that look
was so nineties Steve you don’t understand.” Steve smiles at him.
“No, I don’t, but I appreciate the new suit all the same.”
He says, Tony beams at him. Steve claps a hand on his shoulder as he leaves.
Tony tries to pretend the warmth is enough. Revels in the feeling from that
small touch. It’s not enough, maybe if he makes them more gear.
“You look tired Tones, maybe you should get some rest, you
can show me Hulk’s gift tomorrow.” Bruce offers, he’s so kind. If Tony looked
bad enough he might help him to bed, hold onto him. It would be nice.
“Yeah, I’m going to go to bed.” He mumbles, the pattern continues.
Tony remains cold, and untouched. They
fight bad guys, they eat dinner, and nobody hugs Tony.
The suit was gone, ripped off in the battle. He was beaten
up, a little bloody but still standing when the witch landed in front of him,
lobbing a ball of what he presumed was magic at his chest.
“Let’s see how the world likes you when your deepest desires
spill from your lips. How will they feel knowing how perverted you are?” They
asked, Tony’s jaw ticks as he clenches it shut. The witch disappears.
“Your darkest desire, huh Stark?” Clint teases. “Can’t be
too bad. Want to sleep with a man? Want to kill someone on the team? Want to
kill one of the villains we fight?” Tony’s vibrating with frustration,
desperately trying to remain silent.
“Clint, stop.” Natasha scolds. “Your desires aren’t you as a
person, no matter how dark we won’t blame you.” She assures him, standing on
the rubble strewn street. Tony turns wide eyes to Steve and Bruce.
“We won’t.” They assure him. He relaxes his shoulders
slightly, his mouth parting against his will.
“I want a hug. Please, I just, I just want a hug.” He begs,
face flushing with embarrassment. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Tony’s head drops, eyes tearing up. “I understand. I know it’s weak, I’m
“A freaking hug is your darkest desire?” Clint blurts out,
taking a step towards him. Tony nods miserably. “A goddamn hug? How are you so
good?” Tony finds himself wrapped in strong arms a moment later. “A goddamn
hug.” Clint grumbles.
“I know it’s weak, and stupid. I’m sorry.” Tony whispers, he
knows he should pull back, but he lets himself slump against Clint’s shoulder.
Let’s himself be held.
“Shut up. You’re goddamn perfect. Your darkest desire is a
hug Tony. That’s so ridiculously pleasant.” Clint grumbles, nuzzling into
“It’s so dumb, you guys don’t owe me anything, I can’t
expect hugs. I shouldn’t have. Got my hopes up, cause I’m dumb.” Tony mumbles,
hands clenched in the back of Clint’s shirt. “You can let go now, I won’t be a
“Nope, we’re going back to the tower, and cuddling.” He’s
surprised the others haven’t gotten over their shock and come to join the hug
yet. “God, how did I not know you wanted hugs, I could have offered non-stop
cuddles.” Clint laments. Natasha seems to have gotten over her shock, and she
practically sprints over, leaping at them. Tony flinches just before she makes
contact wrapping them both in a hug.
“Do not be afraid.” She grumbles. He doesn’t look at her,
face still buried in Clint’s shoulder.
“I shouldn’t have assumed you’d want to hug me. Shouldn’t
have asked. Don’t deserve it.” Tony mumbles. “Can’t expect hugs as payment. No
buying people’s love.” The words come out like a mantra. She whacks the back of
“You assumed I wouldn’t want to hug you idiot, not that I
would. There is no harm in asking.” She scolds. Clint nods, puffing a breath of
air into Tony’s hair.
“Didn’t want any of you to feel obligated.” He mumbles.
Clint’s grip tightens, and he feels Steve and Bruce joining the fray, a warm
line of skin across his shoulders and lower back.
“No, Tony. We don’t feel obligated.” Clint assures him.
“Just guilty that we missed out on giving you something you need.”
“Don’t need hugs, I’m fine.” Tony grumbles, but he still
hasn’t made any move to pull away.
“Shut up.” Natasha grumbles, Bruce nods in agreement, half
asleep from the Hulk out. “You need hugs. Don’t worry, we’re happy to provide.”
She steps on Steve’s foot when he doesn’t say anything in agreement.
“Of course, Tony, you’re our teammate, and our friend.”
Steve says, pulling back slightly. The hug starts to pull apart then, leaving
only Clint with Tony wrapped around him like a koala.
“I should let go now.” Tony mumbles, releasing his grip on
Clint’s shirt. Clint frowns, they need to get back to the tower, but how to
best do that without letting go, he slides his hand around Tony’s waist, hand
resting on his hip.
“This okay?” He asks, squeezing gently. Tony nods with such
ferocity Clint worries he’ll get whiplash. “Good, let’s get you home for some
more cuddles.” Tony nods agreeably.
“Thanks Clint.” He mumbles. “You’re my favorite.” He’s not
sure Clint heard, words buried in the archer’s shoulder. The walk home is warm,
pleasant, and absolutely terrifying.
They’re almost to the tower before the panic starts to set
in, fears arising that this was all just a show, and that once they get inside
he’ll be back to feeling cold and alone in a crowded house. Even if it wasn’t a
show, he’s clingy, he knows it. They’ll get sick of him.
“To the couch.” Clint announces, pushing Tony down on the
cushions, and lying on top of him. The panic recedes. He’s warm, he’s safe he
can enjoy this.
Tony is worried that they’ll get tired of how clingy he is,
so he has a plan. He gets one hour with them every day and then he needs to
either work or sleep. As long as he leaves the room before they get tired of
him. It’s a good plan.
“Tony, won’t you hang out for a movie after breakfast?”
Clint asks, sliding an arm around his shoulder. Movies are normally at least 2
hours long, which puts him over the hour limit on snuggle time.
“I’d love to.” He admits, “But, I need to work on the suit.”
He leans into Clint’s grasp anyways. “I really should work.”
“Yeah.” Clint says. “You can do that after we watch a movie
though, right?” Watching movies and cuddling is normal, so maybe he can do two
hours a day, and it will be okay.
“Right.” Tony agrees. “I can do that.” Clint might not even
want to cuddle anyways. Which would mean it wouldn’t count as part of his hour,
it only counts if there’s cuddling, right?
“Awesome, I could use a couple hours of snuggling.” Clint
cheers, dragging Tony into the den. Well, if it’s Clint’s idea then he can’t
accuse Tony of being clingy right. “You’re so warm, perfect for snuggling.”
Tony nods absently.
“You sure?” Tony asks.
He doesn’t make it back to the lab after the movie, Clint
slides in another disc and they stay curled up on the couch for hours. As much
as Tony wants to say no, wants to make sure Clint doesn’t get tired of his
clinginess, he can’t. He can’t say no, not when Clint’s arms are warm around
him. He just holds on, waiting for the touching to die down.
He spends months waiting for Natasha to stop hugging him
every time she sees him, or Steve to stop awkwardly hugging him when he makes
new things. He waits for Bruce to stop inviting him to yoga, and helping him
with positions. He waits for Thor to stop greeting him with tight hugs that
lift his feet off the ground. He waits for Clint to stop inviting him to
He waits for months until he realizes he’s not waiting
anymore. He waits until he realizes they aren’t going anywhere.
“My first impulse, when presented with any spanking-new piece of computer hardware, is to imagine how it will look in ten years’ time, gathering dust under a card table in a thrift shop.” ― William Gibson
You may have seen some shots of this AE86 on its roof being posted around the net recently. Unfortunately, the car known as the ‘Terminator 86′ and its owner Sawa-San had a pretty bad accident at Gunsai Touge, ending with the car upside down and a substantial amount of damage. Luckily Sawa-San is OK, despite a few hefty looking scuffs on his helmet!
This car was pretty well-known on the drift circuits in Japan. Sawa-San is a very active drifter and gets to a lot of events. The Terminator style headlights also made it a very distinctive car.
Here are some shots I took of it back in Spring at the Ebisu Drift Matsuri.
She doesn’t tell anyone about it at first but once they’re all pretty famous Holtzmann uses her new reach to get in touch with local NYC foster care programs, and she starts teaching monthly classes to pretty large bunches of kids at headquarters on Saturday mornings once a month. Sometimes she does Lego robotics with them, sometimes they build potato clocks, in October she helps them all decorate mini ghost traps that they can use “to suck the most candy up on Halloween and be the richest kids on the block.”
One or two supervisors from each program and sometimes a couple of foster parents come each time to keep an eye on the kids but after a couple months they all end up sitting quietly in a corner with their laptops or books and cups of coffee that they ducked out in the middle of the lesson to get, not watching the children at all. Holtzmann is just so good with the 5-12 age group (which is most of the participants that come to class, though sometimes she’ll get stragglers as old as 17 and she’s extra nice to them because she knows how hard it is to age out of care). She has them get up and dance and shake out their arms and stretch at least once every 15 minutes and she makes a fool of herself and laughs with them but here’s the thing, she also treats them like the little adults they are. She treats them like they can learn how to do anything they want because she truly believes they can. And they love her for that.
When Holtzmann shares with the Ghostbusters that she’s been doing this they’re all really surprised and touched but she brings it up like its nothing, she just wanted them to know because hunting is getting pretty active lately, and well, they shouldn’t be worried if on a rare Saturday they get a call and catch her ferrying 10 or 20 children out of the building before she runs upstairs to change.
Erin, with curiosity in her nature, shows up the next month and hides in the back not by the program supervisors, but in her own little nook closest to her friend and all her students, and she watches as Holtzmann squats down in front of a sniffling little girl who is looking down at a tangled mess of wires in dismay and embarrassment.
“Sweetheart, it’s ok,” she soothes with an easy smile as Erin strains to listen, “they’re color coded, so that means blue goes to blue and red goes to red, so yellow goes to…” She trails off and waits until the little girl whispers “yellow” too quiet for Erin to hear.
“That’s right!” Holtzmann celebrates, making perfect eye contact with the small child, and Erin in her corner is falling in love and combusting, oh my god. “Remember what I said last time? The secret to being a genius is always keep trying. You’re smart and you matter.”
She gives the girl’s shoulder a little squeeze as she stands up and moves onto the next table where 12 year olds are helping 7 year olds build circuit boards and 5 year olds are watching 8 year olds and copying what they see, trying to connect the kiddy-proofed special sets they have just for them, that clearly don’t even have electricity ports built in, and it’s just all so amazing to watch.
Erin is speechless. She can see that every single one of these kids trusts Holtzmann. But what she doesn’t know is that Holtz does this because she used to have to do every single project and craft she came up with on her own. There was no one in her series of homes to tell her that she mattered. To tell her she was smart.
So she tells it to every single kid. Every month.
When all the kids leave, after they bop about the room to the Monster Mash with Holtz leading the pack and clean everything up, Holtzmann turns on the now empty floor and her face is filled with a look of relaxation and pride and warmth that Erin has never seen on her friend before. Nothing has ever even come close. And it’s beautiful.
Holtzmann sees Erin after a moment and she just grins, and waves. Erin without explanation or forethought walks up to the blonde, wrappes her up in her arms and kisses her. It’s the first time, but it’s been coming for a while. Both of them just melt into the experience. They’re ecstatic, home at last, and neither of them is fazed.
They break apart after awhile and Erin pulls Holtz in tighter and leans her chin on her shoulder, tilts her mouth up and says into her ear, “you’re smart and you matter, Jillian.” And Holtz stares at the wall and tries to ignore the building tears behind her eyes. Because maybe Erin gets it after all.
Space blurred into hyperspace and Hera slumped
down in the pilot seat. She had sat on the edge, waiting for her 50/50
chance to live or die. The Defender’s hyperdrive was a tricky piece of
tech and quickly patched to the U-wing, and she had put the ship under
further stress by accelerating inside the construction sphere. Perhaps
her chances had been down to 20/80 by all that maneuvering. She smiled
and allowed herself to breathe and feel alive.
Alive … The kiss still tickled on her lips – the tickle returned as the stress and fear and adrenaline wore off. She smiled.
Chopper grunted in the bay below her. Meatbags press their faces
together to show affection. You used to do this more often in the past. I
calculated that the decline indicates that you want to get him off our
“What?” She startled and laughed. “What is that, Chop, are you analyzing our kiss frequency?”
He grumbled wordlessly.
She looked out into the whirling maelstrom of blue and white.
“I didn’t have time”, she said softly. “He came back wounded and
turned away from… everyone. And we really didn’t have time for something
It took 14.8 seconds, Chopper said. You could repeat it
1945.95 times each day without losing time you meatbags need for
maintenance. Plus: you could still have the average amount of time left
to fight the Imperials.
She eyed him and tried not to smile.
“I knew you’re crazy”, she said. “But I didn’t realize how crazy you are.”
It did sound easy, though, calculated by a mad rust bucket.
“It’s not that easy. It’s not that we lacked time for a kiss, there
comes a load of … data with a relationship, and I didn’t have enough
space in my … memory circuits for it.” That was a metaphor that Chopper
would get. She always fought with his old memory circuits that
fragmented and clustered and were full of useless old data.
So you erased something?, he asked. Hm, perhaps he didn’t get it after all.
“Not really”, she smiled. “I think I just realized something.”
Or perhaps he was right and she had erased something. She could barely grasp it – reluctance? Restraint? Hesitation?
He stopped being nosy and just grunted something binary at the U-wing’s main computer.
She had turned away too often – to more complicated things. Being
with Kanan had never been complicated, and nevertheless she had left him
behind for the sake of seemingly impossible things. Like overthrowing
an Empire. She had never imagined what would happen afterwards – hope
was vital, but she was no fool. She didn’t want to hold on to fantasies
of peace and happiness. There was no time for such thoughts.
It was when he had wanted to apologize for wanting so little,
something she could give so easily and freely, that she had realized
that she had been a fool for keeping herself even from something so
simple as imagination.
14.8 seconds, she thought. Chopper was right. She had time for this. His logic was twisted, but it usually worked out.
She smiled and closed her eyes again, remembering hyperspace travels
that seemed ages ago, when they were just three spectres on a Ghost
Perhaps, if they just managed to hold on, to outlast, to survive…
Images of a future she never thought about flickered through her mind.
I want us to live, was the most determined thing in her mind. She opened her eyes – the beacons announced Yavin 4.
Originally written in response to the following question, this should serve to answer any synthesizer recommendation inquiries.
Hello man, amazing work here! I was wondering What synth I could buy to pin down some of their most characteristic synth sounds (Let Down, Everything In It’s Right Place, Identikit, Staircase, Myxomatosis, Airbag’s “Martenot” [Korg prophecy]). I guess it would be the Prophet 08 but is there some other DSI cheaper ooption. Thanks :D
Thom and Jonny with a Sequential Circuits Prophet 5, Roland Juno-60, and Moog MiniMoog Voyager PE druing the recording of A Moon Shaped Pool. They also used their Dave Smith Instruments Prophet 08 and a Sequential Circuits Prophet 10 during the same sessions.
The synth on Let Down is a ZX Spectrum Computer. Everything in its Right Place is a Sequential Circuits Prophet 5. Staircase was a DSI Prophet 08. The bass on Climbing Up The Walls is an original Novation Bass Station, the bass on All I Need is Nigel’s Prophet 5, and the bass on Lotus Flower is a vintage MiniMoog Model D. The bass sound on Myxomatosis is a resonant monosynth layered with Colin’s fuzzy (Lovetone Big Cheese) bass guitar. The pads on Myxomatosis are a web of polysynths and chorus’d string-synthesizers (best heard 2:07-2:25, and in the last few seconds). Identikit’s “Broken hearts” section features synths panned left and right, probably a mixture of Prophets. The synthy choir on Motion Picture Soundtrack is a combination of Mellotron and ondes Martenot. Idioteque’s “synth” is a sample of a piece (Mild und Leise by Paul Lansky) created a room-sized IBM super-computer. The “synth” near the end of 15 Step is Ed’s Autoharp run through his pedalboard. As you note, the Martenot-like synth on Airbag (and Climbing Up The Walls) is a Korg Prophecy.
Thom and Jonny with an ARP 2600, a Roland SH101, and a Clavia Nord Lead 3 during the recording of In Rainbows.
It should be clear that no single synth can come close to replicating all of Radiohead’s synth sounds, or even their most distinctive.
First, there’s the fact that Radiohead have used a wide range of instruments over the years. Many synths (monophonic ones) are used only for bass sounds, while others (polyphonic) are used only for chordal textures. Others (string synthesizers, vintage samplers) are in different classes altogether. While most are subtractive synthesizers and have similar architecture, most have very distinctive filters. For example, the Bass Station, Roland SH-101 (used during the In Rainbows sessions), and MiniMoog Model D are all similar mono synths, but their filters sound radically different. By far the most significant factor in a subtractive synthesizer’s tone is the tone of its filter: regardless of how many oscillators, waveforms, envelopes, and extra features a synth offers, it will always sound like its filter. (This is part of why eurorack is so appealing: you can build a single synth with multiple filters cloned from vintage synths).
But even a digital synth with multiple filter emulations will have trouble replicating many of Radiohead’s “synth” sounds, because they often consist of other instruments layered with synthesizers, such as on Myxomatosis. And that doesn’t even cover the synthy sounds which they’ve sampled or created with other means.
Ed and Phil at Nigel’s old “The Hospital” studio during the recording of In Rainbows. On the right is an ARP 2600, while the stand on the right holds (from top to bottom) an Analogue Systems The Spawn and RS-15 Cabinet, a Korg MS-10, a Sequential Circuits Prophet 5, a PPG Wave 2.2/2.3, and an E-MU Emulator II. The RS15 Cabinet contains an RS200 Sequencer, an RS150 Seq/Switch, an RS340 Gate Delay, and an RS370 Polyphonic Harmonic Generator with RS375 Expander.
That said, Radiohead have used synths by one designer far more than any others: Dave Smith. Between the Prophet 5 and Prophet 08 (plus the Tetras which Thom and Jonny used 2012-2013), his synths have been on more tracks than those from any other brand or designer. While the filter on the Prophet 5 differs somewhat from the Prophet 08 and Tetra, the designs are similar and all use Curtis chips. As such, any one of these synths can do a pretty decent job of replicating the others.
The Actual Recommendations:
You’ll never pin down most of their most characteristic sounds with a single synthesizer, but you will be able to pin down the largest number of their sounds using a Dave Smith Instruments or Sequential Circuits synthesizer. The DSI Mopho X4 is a Prophet ‘08 with half the voices, but added sub-oscillators. The DSI Tetra (discontinued, but readily available on the used market) is the keyboard-less equivalent.
Jonny playing the old Sequential Circuits Prophet 5 during the recording of Man of War in 1998.
The one catch is that Radiohead almost exclusively use DSI and Sequential Circuits synths for polyphonic sounds (All I Need being an exception). The members of Radiohead generally use other synths for bass. For the past six or so years, Thom and Jonny have mainly used a MiniMoog when working with Radiohead. With Atoms for Peace, Thom and Nigel almost exclusively used an old Korg MS20 (best heard on Ingenue). Radiohead also had a Korg MS10 in studio during the recording of In Rainbows. And of course, Jonny has his modular synthesizers for monophonic (as well as polyphonic and rhythmic) sounds.
A good monophonic partner for a DSI polysynth would be the Korg MS20 mini. The MS20 mini is a relatively inexpensive monosynth capably of both traditional synth bass and lead sounds as well as experimental effects. Its pair of filters (high and lowpass) have a lot of character and are capable of smooth bass and intense modulation, and its pathway opens you up to modular synthesis. In fact, if you’re not too concerned with chordal textures, the MS20 would probably be a better starter synthesizer.
Nigel’s synth setup for the 2013 Atoms for Peace tour reflects the keyboards played by Thom and him during the recording of AMOK: DSI Prophet ‘08 for pads, Korg MS20 for bass and leads. The Roland A500 PRO MIDI controller above the Prophet is primarily used to trigger sampled string synthesizers for songs from The Eraser.
The key to transforming mental models is to interrupt the automatic responses that are driven by the old model and respond differently based on the new model. Each time you are able to do this, you are actually loosening the old circuit and creating new neural connections in your brain, often referred to as self-directed neuroplasticity.
A/N: This is a high school AU technically, but it’s more specific than that, and if you know the source material, you’ll pick up on it fast. :D Even if you don’t, I hope you enjoy!
Pepper Potts was not a genius, nor was she a prodigy. She understood how one could make that mistake, given she’d been selected out of hundreds of applicants to receive a full scholarship to Shield Academy. It was dumb luck, though. Her test scores were good and her admissions essay meticulously tailored to meet all of the school board’s criteria for entry. If she was anything, it was an expert at kissing up, and look how far it had gotten her.
Now she attended classes with the children of CEOs, governors, even a prince. All the professors were Ivy league. The cafeteria was run by twelve gourmet chefs. Her entire apartment building could fit in the swimming pool with room to spare. Most impressive were the four libraries, each two floors and carrying books in every language known to man, including one she was fairly certain was written in Klingon. Every day after her last class, Pepper withdrew into the far corner of the first library, next to the business management and law texts, and there she remained until six o’clock rolled around and it was time to go home.
On this day, a sudden influx of students loitering in the first library rendered her usual study spot uninhabitable. Going down the line from the second to the fourth libraries, she found much the same situation. One thousand students at Shield and every one of them had chosen today to visit the library. They weren’t even studying. No one had books out, no one was taking notes, and everyone in the computer lab had nothing better to do than browse Facebook.