orpheus turner

alex turner as the modern embodiment of orpheus. alex turner soothing wild animals with his voice. trees swaying in still air in time to alex turner’s guitar playing. alex turner drowning out the sound of sirens, seducing them. alex turner courting his eurydice, singing her songs, watching her dance, writing furiously in notebooks after a night of lovemaking. alex turner tearing at his hair when she dies, writing, scratching out the words, writing again, breaking guitars, making pianos grow weary, causing gods to cry until he has the perfect dirge. you know. stuff like that

deathtosmoochy2002-deactivated2  asked:

hello yes i'm really interested in your greek mythology interpretations and i was wondering if you've done alex turner? this is sort of out of nowhere sorry but w ow i really really like them

have i done alex turner, she asks. boy, have i. he was the catalyst for my modern myth obsessing. he’s orpheus turner to me, and you don’t have to apologize at all because i will use any excuse i can to ramble endlessly about modern mythology 

if you aren’t familiar with the stories of orpheus, let me break it down for you: the son of a muse and a king (though some claim that it was really the god apollo who sired him), orpheus was the greatest poet and musician of greek myth. he could charm people, gods, animals, and even inanimate objects with his music. he could get trees to dance for him. during a sea voyage, his music drowned out the songs of sirens, and the crew managed to make it through the dangerous waters alive. when his wife was tragically killed upon their wedding day, he journeyed to the underworld to save her and softened the hearts of hades and persephone with his music. though he ultimately failed in saving his lover, he goes down in history as the only soul who ever managed to get through to hades and persephone and soften them. he was almost able to cheat death again through music, but in the end some maenads tore him to pieces and threw him into the river; and it’s said that his body even continued to sing post-death. it’s said that he’s reunited with his wife in the underworld now, in the elysian fields. that’s the traditional story

orpheus is now living inside alex turner unbeknownst to him; or, and i find this equally as likely, alex turner is simply orpheus reborn entirely. music flows through him naturally, onstage or offstage, and if you look at his eyes (and try to see past the stage lights reflecting in them, sometimes it’s hard) you can see hints and traces of the ancient myth he’s retelling. he’s passionate about what he does, very much so, and you can feel it in his songs, sad or seductive or angry or just alive, and there are some chord progressions and throat-cutting lyrics that make you go, “shit, yeah, he’s been to the underworld and lived to tell about it”

his mannerisms are orphic, too, from certain movements of the hands and head to posture, from occasionally being so wrapped up in his song that he doesn’t face the audience to looking possessed and consumed by the music in a way that’s almost erotic 

there’s not a doubt in my mind that the modern age’s orpheus was born in the form of a doe-eyed boy from sheffield who mumbles when he talks and wails, croons, and devours you when he sings, a guitar his new lyre. not one single fucking doubt, thank you and goodnight

if this senseless rambling didn’t do it for you there’s plenty more in my alex turner tag and also an extra tag i have set up, #alex turner is a phenomenon beyond our comprehension

no but seriously, the whole show was an orpheus narrative from start to finish and i couldn’t believe how totally on point it was (and i mean this not in terms of my emotional high and how happy i was about them playing, because honestly i know i’ve been insane about this whole thing, but i’m serious

the show started lightly and got you totally pumped, and as the show progressed the lighting techniques and usage of fog machines completely clouded the whole stage in an either white (or red, depending on the song’s mood) fog and all you could see was the silhouettes, and just

the whole thing was literally the descent into the underworld and back up again, that’s what the show was. there were points in which the movements, lighting, fog, and music were going together to create a very, very dark atmosphere, like you were getting deeper and deeper, with a melodic chaos all swaddling this angelic voice (whether you could see the source or not, sometimes the fog was so overwhelming you couldn’t see them), and then the slower songs guided you back toward the real world in an almost melancholic way, and then it built back up, less dark with a different and amazing and peculiar feeling, and you had a fiery epilogue of r u mine?

tl;dr it was like a rock opera-style show that took you on the journey down into the underworld with orpheus and sometimes i swear to god this band is 100% onto me and i could talk about this for ages, please talk to me about it always

movedto-kohlweis  asked:


oh man settle down because i have a lot to say

it used to be so much more subtle, little glimpses of something else: the way he moved onstage like in a dream, how he seemed to sense the music wrap around him like a cocoon, moments where the light would hit his face just right and highlight an ethereal feature, the ever-shifting but always overwhelmingly intense expressiveness of his eyes. offstage, he was different, more tangible, seemingly more human, but there was always still something ever-so-slightly off - a soft spoken, almost poetic awkwardness, as though he’s not from here but has suddenly found himself thrust into our version of reality and is trying quite hard to act how he’s meant to

it’s always been like this. go back, look at past eras: he may look different, act slightly different, but there’s always the same underlying current: on the stage he’s a phantasm, someone with such great command that reality seems to bend, someone who can tame or rile frantic crowds; offstage he is neither boy nor man, human nor inhuman, a dream-drifter with understanding but confused comprehension of the waking world

sometimes there’s a deterioration. sometimes it looks as though he’s forgetting human etiquette. sometimes, during performances - performances that so often look like a visual and phonic narrative of his myth - his presence is so overwhelming, so alarming, that between songs one has to look away and catch their breath. he isn’t terribly over-the-top (unless he is attempting that dancing, one of those aspects of humanity he doesn’t have a grasp on yet), but in his movements and his eyes and his voice there is a certain severity, something powerful and passionate that can’t be ignored 

lately there’s been an unraveling, as though he’s shedding the human disguise almost entirely. the extremes have gotten even more extreme, he holds crowds in the palm of his hand (and sometimes in a clenched fist), he combines his mythology and his cosmic dreamlike poetry with shrieking guitars and pounding drums. human is no longer a priority, the heart and soul is, the music is, the magic is

“i think it was nietzsche that originally said stop making the eyes at me, i’ll stop making the eyes at you”

and when all is said and done, well, we have been seeing a lot more smiles from him

anonymous asked:

505 fucks with my emotions every time i hear it. i listen to it and all i can think about is orpheus lamenting about losing eurydice to the underworld for the second time. and how alex always seems to access his most orphic self whenever he performs it. it fucks me up man. sorry i had to complain and i knew you'd understand.

oh man oh man oh god you bet i understand, don’t ever apologize

there’s always a sleepy, grieving vulnerability in most of the performances of 505 that i’ve seen, but also something very composed, even when the song itself devolves into a gut-wrenching mess, which tend to makes it hurt even more - the song itself is very hopeless in its own way, very much about giving up, and it fits into the orpheus narrative so well because that’s exactly what he did, he gave up

adt is very tapped into an empty and bleak sort of longing that is very orphic, he stirs up the emotions of “all is lost; press on” that not many people can capture so easily, so naturally, that you can’t help but feel like he knows something about loss, almosts, and the underworld that other people just don’t

anonymous asked:

*whispers* you should always talk more about orpheus turner yes

ohhhh god orpheus turner 

every generation of musicians has at least one artist who encompasses at least a little bit (and sometimes a lot) of orpheus inside them, but there are a select few names - and i can assure you, they’re names you know, they’re names you don’t remember first learning about but just know because of the impact they’ve made on the music industry and music world - about which it can be said that they’re the incarnate, the total embodiment of that grecian hero, and alex turner is one of them, perhaps the first one to come along in a while

what really gets me about him is that he doesn’t seem aware of who he is, even in the moments where it’s clearly shining through that’s he’s a living myth - he just seems entirely possessed by some sort of feeling or there’s a certain look in his eyes. there’s no obvious recognition that he is on an entirely different level, like the way it is with dionysus koenig or yeezus

and that gets me because?? how can you be so consumed by something and not have it hit you that maaaaybe you are actually orpheus reborn???



THIS IS THE CLOSEST HE’S COME TO LOOKING LIKE HE’S REALIZING IT, like some ancient voice is whispering in his ear and he isn’t quite sure what he’s heard