what she says:
"g*psy"* by fleetwood mac is a really good song
what she means:
"g*psy" by fleetwood mac is perhaps one of the most beautiful songs ever written. we, as a planet, do not deserve it. before stevie nicks even sings a note, it is already the most goddamn gorgeous song. the first fifteen seconds alone. everyone will always cite works like "silver springs" and "the chain" for insight to stevie's relationship with lindsey and while those are valid, her clear nostalgia and near-longing for a simpler but meaningful time with him makes the love they genuinely had very evident. they shared a single mattress in a shitty apartment, in a room she would decorate with small trinkets to cheer it up, and this is the place the now-famous musician thinks of. that place, and that time. what must she feel every time she sings it? what must lindsey feel? the "lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice" line to describe love alone, jfc. this isn't even touching on the loss of her friend robin anderson, the other inspiration behind the song, who passed away and was "dancing away from you now" as stevie was writing it. it's heartbreaking, it's evocative, and furthermore--
After months of racist taunting, an Illinois student captured his bully on video. Now, his mother has pulled him out of school and administrators are investigating.
WGN-TV reported that on Monday, Illinois woman Tianna Waits’ posted a video on Facebook of an anti-black song that students played around her 15-year-old son, whom she identified only as Marcus.
On the recording, which doesn’t show any faces, a student is playing the song “White Is Right,” by YouTube personality Pink Guy. The song contains the lyrics, “White is right, white is good/ keep those niggers back in the hood.”
In the post, Waits also vented about the many alleged racist incidents that happened to her son. Read more (3/17/17 11:08 AM)
•toned arms (especially if you play fiddle music like damn)
•you’re automatically smart if you play the violin. don’t ask why. it’s apparently a stereotype. just go with it.
•kids love you regardless. play something they recognize and they will love you.
•you develop good hand-eye coordination and enhanced muscle memory
•covers sound 10000000x better when they’re played on violin. 100% confirmed by scientists.
•you get gigs VERY often when you’re for hire (seriously when did people get so demanding for violinists/fiddlers?)
•dexterity in fingers = 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
•music stores are your best friend
•electric violins are BAD ASS.
•violins are so diverse. they can be in jazz, bluegrass, classical, blues, swing, folk, gypsy, burlesque, ragtime, and basically every style of music.
•good vibrato sounds like heaven
•just basically a fun instrument to play. seriously.
•calluses. calluses. calluses.
•HICKEYS. Hickeys. Yes they are a thing, don’t look at me like that.
•*shoulder rest decides to fly out from instrument while playing*
•backache. arm ache. backache. fingers are sore. neck is sore. everything hurts.
•"Can you play Beethoven?“
•don’t even bother going anywhere with customs. they’ll hold you back because your instrument case looks "suspicious”.
•*bridge decides to snap out from under strings while practicing*
•"Can you play Devil Went Down to Georgia?“
•no matter how hard you try to make that fourth octave C sound pretty, it’s still going to sound like you stuck a fork up a baby bird’s ass.
•"can you teach me how to play it?”
•doesn’t matter if you rosin your bow; slurring to the open E string will make a godawful squeaking noise.
•"I promise I won’t break it"
•watching movies/TV with a violinist makes you cringe because it’s obvious they’re not a real violinist. (seriously, when they’re playing whole note open G they’re playing eighth notes on the E string. what the fuck.)
•"I thought violin and fiddle were two different instruments!“
•that song may sound cool, but don’t bother learning it when it’s in the key of C#.
•up bow. down bow. down bow. up bow. down bow. up bow. down bow. Wait, fuck. *erase*
•"no, I did not slaughter a horse to make my own violin bow.”
•that soreness in your wrist is from your countless attempts to perfect that vibrato. oops.
He’s lying in bed with a cold, eating the chicken soup his mother made him, when he suddenly hears a bunch of children sing.
Lance recognizes the song immediately. It’s one of those they make you sing in kindergarten. He drops his spoon into the bowl and calls for his mom excitedly.
His soulmate must be around his age.
Keith almost falls off his bike from giggling.
He’s on his way home from school when his soulmate listens to some song about butts. It’s form him, he knows that.
It’s not what they usually listen to and it’s become kind of a habbit. They will listen to something with really weird lyrics at the most unexpected of times just to make Keith laugh. His parents find it a bit inappropriate at times but Keith doesn’t mind. He can feel his soulmate’s amusement each time and it makes him laugh even harder.
He likes to think about what his soulmate must be like. They mostly listen to pop-rock but sometimes classical music too. Keith likes it. It’s a nice contrast to his own undefinied taste in music. He also hears a lot of wedding and birthday songs so they must have a big family.
Their lives seem to be quite different but Keith likes to thinks that they complete each other.
Lance finds his soulmate’s taste in music weird. It’s not that he doesn’t like the songs, so far he liked all of them in some way. But there are so many different genres. He’s sure that his soulmate is one of those people who listen to everything as long as it sounds good in some way.
He keeps playlists. One playlist for every year since he turned 12. There are a lot of songs in them and they’re taking up a lot of memory but he refuses to delete anything.
When he’s 14 Keith is on edge. There have been no songs for over a week and he is starting to freak out. His soulmate usually listens to music every single day, so when there are no songs at all for that long… something must be very wrong, right?
Imagine sitting around the kitchen table, a big window on the wall, but it’s too late at night to see outside. It’s the first few chilly days of fall, meaning you haven’t quite convinced yourself to turn on the heat for the year. Instead, you and S.Coups sit next to each other at the table, sharing a blanket while you both lazily munch on popcorn. Nothing seems relevant, but this song playing quietly around you and how your body curves into Seungcheol’s.
Despite all the curtains open painting the bedroom in a white film, despite how many times you had previously tried to wake Jeonghan up, he refuses. You would pull the covers away, only to see that that didn’t bother him. You would try everything, but somehow he would always find a way to grab your hand and pull you back into bed, wrapping his body around yours tightly. The alarm would still be going off, as it had been for ten minutes. When he pulled you into bed for the final time you would settle after hearing the radio from the alarm play this song. The world had a funny sense of humor sometimes.
Maybe you knew the words to this song, maybe you didn’t; within the moment though, but when you listened to it with Joshua you felt as though these lyrics, this beat, the tone of voice was made specifically for this moment. You had been trapped with Joshua in this recording room for a few hours, however you weren’t really trapped, either of you could have left at any time. It just didn’t feel right to. When this song played, when you rested your head in his lap and laid out your body on the cold hardwood floor, his fingers laced in your hair, you understood why you were trapped. It felt as though the universe had kept you two together to live out this moment, a moment where everything was truly perfect.
Just like the lyrics stated, it was the middle of the night. When you would look back at this day in the future you wouldn’t be able to say why you were out in the first place. You had taken a break from your late night drive in the middle of nowhere, stopping at a gas station. This song would play over the system and for some unknown reason, the moment it started Jun would look at you with such passion in his eyes, such youthful excitement. He would grab your hand and dance with you in a gas station in the middle of nowhere, a smile on his face that matched yours the whole time.
You hadn’t remembered putting this song on your phone, and maybe you didn’t, maybe one day the sky looked down at you and Hoshi, smiled, and gifted it to you. You were walking down the sidewalk of some suburban neighborhood, a car whizzing by you every few moments. One earbud in your ear, the other one in Hoshi’s. This song would play and even though you had never heard it before it just felt… special. Your arms would brush against each other, the bare skin mingling. You felt as though whatever higher power there was above, it had handcrafted you this moment.
Hearing this song wouldn’t be a one time deal, in fact it was Wonwoo’s favorite. It had the perfect mix between hip hop and a chill vibe. Every spare moment you two would spend together, every lazy day, every few minutes you could scavenge together would be spent holding hands, resting on each other’s shoulders, lazily sleeping with this song on repeat in the background. Every time you would hear this song you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.
You two would both be laying in bed, the day just falling into the cusp of evening. You would have your head resting on his shoulder, one of his hands would be lazily gliding over your arm while the other would be scrolling through music on Youtube. It moment seemed perfect the minute he opened up this song, despite the words to them the soft beat and the melodic voice would pull the both of you in. He would rest his head next to yours, and for the next four minutes it would feel like you were the only two people in the world.
The soft lapping of the warm water in the tub would be the only sound besides the beat that this song was creating. You would be resting against Mingyu’s chest in the bath, only this moment wouldn’t feel like a moment of sexual tension, but rather a moment of comfort and sweet intimacy. You felt completely at home in this small bathtub next to the love of your life as a beautiful, beautiful song played ever so innocently in the background.
Imagine driving down an empty road much faster than you should with the car radio and it’s shitty sound system pumping out this song. It’s way too hot out, the windows rolled way down, DK’s sweaty hand clasping around yours with his other hands on the wheel. You two would share a peach lemonade, with only one straw because DK forgot he was supposed to be cute and get another. You would just close your eyes, feeling the wind in your hair and your hand in DK’s. What bliss.
Even though the lyrics to this song aren’t exactly the nicest, the moment he decided to play it in the dance studio you felt as though you had never heard a song as sweet. You two had been in the dance studio for hours, you happily watching and talking to Minghao as he danced every now and then. He would just look at you with a big smile as this song created the most wonderful vibe in the room, even if you hadn’t wanted to dance before you would want to now.
You would be waiting for your flight to arrive and take you back home in the airport, clicking on whatever song caught your eye as you passed the time. Seungkwan’s head would be resting in your lap as he tried to pass the time by sleeping. At one point, he would take the phone from your hands and pick out this song to show you. His eyes would stay locked yours trying to gage your response to it. Seungkwan had the kindest gaze and when the song mixed with it, you could feel nothing but warmth inside.
It had been a day at the beach, the gritty sand had stuck itself under your feet, only you didn’t seem to mind. Vernon had hooked his phone up to the speaker so the only thing you could hear besides whatever song played was the crashing of the waves on the beach. You were sharing an ice cream with this song began, the day finally coming to the end. You would watch the sun set over the beach and hear this song play in the background as Vernon playfully fed you ice cream.
You two had just returned home from a day of sledding in the first snow of the year. Both of your cheeks were stained a deep rosy red as Chan tried to warm your hands in his, every once and awhile blowing hot air into his hands that cupped around yours. This song would play from the other room, probably from one of your roommates choosing to listen to it. The sweet melody of the song would warm you up as you two could do nothing but smile at one another.
So say I’ve found a great song on Tumblr that I just can’t live without and need on my phone. Today our example is an MP3 of every time the name Hamilton is said in Hamilton the Musical because that’s the kind of quality content I want on my phone. I digress,
1. To start out, find your song:
2. Next, right click on the song and click on Inspect. (Use Google Chrome)
3. This will open up a tool bar along the bottom that developers use for stuff. What you want to do is click on the Network tab and then the button that says Media. If you don’t click on media you will get a whole bunch of other stuff that you don’t really need.
4. Next, play the song and it will pop up in the panel. Right click on it and click Open Link in New Tab.
5. This will take you to a new tab that is essentially the MP3 able to be played through your browser (Google Chrome). Right click around the song until you get a drop down list of commands and click Save As. Finally, enter what you want to save the file as. It will download and you can drag it into iTunes.
And voila, now I’m a proud owner of every time Hamilton is said in Hamilton the Musical. Pretty cool, huh? This is great for downloading weird edits that people do, another one I considered for the example was It’s Quiet Uptown Funk. :P