pseudo classical

Whoever said INFPs were the emo ones

anonymous asked:

I cant say whether the new ghost busters cast is better than the original cast but i have to say the original ghost busters film itself is better, the writing, jokes and comedy is classic

Nah. By cast I honestly meant film in general it’s only deemed a classic bc pseudo nerd bros jack off to the stay puff marshmallow man on a regular basis while fantasizing about bill murray fondling their balls

Shots in the Dark || Thomas & Mia

Mia had a lower alcohol tolerance than he did, so it only made sense to Thomas that he should be doing the driving. He was definitely better suited to be the designated drunk driver. He’d never gotten in an accident yet. Well, not of his own accord, anyway. It had always been somebody else’s fault, and everyone knew that didn’t even count at all.

It was evening but it wasn’t yet fully dark outside by the time he pulled up outside Mia’s place to steal her away. He was dressed up for the occasion. Well, he was dressed for the occasion in that he’d actually bothered to put clothes on, and really, what more could people ask? Besides, jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket were perfectly ordinary public attire. Even if they were all white.

He had sent Mia a text to let her know when he would be by, and when he parked on the street outside her building, he sent her another.

[text] Hey I’m here, let’s go!

He leaned back in his seat to wait for her, his stereo playing some pseudo-electronic/classical hybrid sort of track, but he wasn’t really listening to it. Mostly, he was trying to work out the most efficient series of bars to hit up in his head. Downtown was probably going to be their best shot, but he wasn’t sure how long Mia would be able to keep going. She was tiny; she couldn’t possibly have much tolerance. Either way, he had no doubt it was going to be a good time.


anonymous asked:

" In the early days, when he said it to Obi-Wan, it was probably more subconscious than anything" Okay, but Obi-Wan knowing that when Anakin calls him "My Master" instead of Obi-Wan, he know it doesn't mean shit, but doesnt click about slavery

That’s about the slice of it, yeah.

When Anakin says things like, “I’m deeply sorry, Master,” Obi-Wan hears it for the complete snark it is. But he doesn’t make the connection with Tatooine or slavery. And, in fairness, I don’t think Anakin actually makes the connection either. At least not consciously.

But I think it’s very significant that Anakin calls Obi-Wan “my Master” on Mustafar. Because that’s when he’s lashing out. He thinks the Jedi are evil, and (maybe more importantly) he thinks the Jedi have been controlling him, and want to do so still, and he sees himself as breaking free. (He’s deluding himself, of course, but I’ll come back to that.) And suddenly, Obi-Wan isn’t “Obi-Wan,” or even “Master” - no, now he’s “my Master.”

But you know who else is “my Master” - is always and only “my Master”?

Yeah, it’s Palpatine.

Anakin never calls Palpatine simply “Master.” He always adds the “my.” Every single time. It’s the clearest indication we get, imo, that he’s not deluding himself anymore. That he knows full well that he’s Palpatine’s slave.

By the time we get to the OT, he’s taken it up to 11 and we get the truly amazing, “What is thy bidding, my Master?” Which, if Palpatine had known Anakin Skywalker anything like as well as he thought he did, should have had him really worried.

(Incidentally, there are two ways of interpreting that line, but they both amount to the same thing.

The first way is to say that “thy” is technically the informal version of “your,” and that Anakin is being intentionally snarky by speaking to Palps in the informal you. Personally, I don’t buy this. Yes, it’s true that “thy” is grammatically informal, in the most technical sense. But in the actual practice and use of the word in modern English, it has effectively become the formal pronoun. It’s mostly used in order to sound archaic, a bit stiff, and yes, formal.

So the second way to understand this is: Anakin is being overly formal to the point of sarcasm. No one actually talks this way - not outside of bad pseudo-classical holodramas. But Anakin does, because linguistic resistance is really all he’s got.)

[…] Violator just stands as a moving, solid, record, a classic for the archives of popular music; it doesn’t so much carry a lot of the things that made Depeche Mode feel so much themselves. With 1987’s Music for the Masses, that stuff is all there– which makes the music both harder to ‘get’, from today’s perspective, and also more interesting. The Depeche Mode of this album is the one that brought together a rabid audience of trendy coastal kids and middle-American teens who got beat up over stuff like this– all of whom saw them not only as the peak of style, but as something positively revelatory, something speaking only to them (even in a crowded stadium), something alien and cool, disorientingly kinky, and entrancingly strange. For many, this was probably one of the first dance-pop acts they’d heard that didn’t seem to be entirely about being cool and having a good time; their music had been dark, clattery, and full of S&M hints and blasphemy, and on this record it reached a level of Baroque pseudo-classical grandness (see depressed-teenager shout-out 'Little Fifteen’) that lived up to those kids’ inflated visions of the group.
—  Nitsuh Abebe on Depeche Mode’s Music for the Masses (published on Pitchfork, 2006)

anonymous asked:

because, strictly speaking, Classical music was composed between 1730-1820; in the truest sense of the word, Dvorak, for example, is not Classical; he composed in the Romantic era.

dude ur an anon on tunglr dot hell there’s no need for such pseudo-intellectualism i say ‘classical music’ because it’s what’s colloquially accepted as the phrase used to best describe orchestral music

Eurovision season is upon us.

And I thought I’d set things straight.

If you’re just tuning in, you might think that Eurovision is a cheap knockoff of American Idol, where everything depends on how many allies your country has, and looks something like this.

Do not be fooled.

What do you think brought this beautiful lady, this often-covered classic, and this smash hit band to the public eye?

In reality, the Eurovision Song Contest is a Battle-of-the-Bands-style popular music extravaganza, where almost every country in Europe and the surrounding area picks one lucky music act each to perform a song in front of the viewing population of most of the world. It’s a cultural eye-opener as well as an incredibly fun experience… and a great way to find new music.

Part of the allure of Eurovision is the sheer variety of genres represented. You’ve got standard pop. You’ve got standard rock. You’ve got pop-rock. You’ve got ballads. You’ve got dance party. You’ve got rap. You’ve got metal. You’ve got folk. You’ve got country. You’ve got nostalgia. You’ve got jazz. You’ve got pseudo-classical. You’ve got several types of ethnic. And you’ve got just about literally everything in between.

Since Eurovision songs are identified with the countries that send them, and each country holds its own vote to collectively determine the winner, a lot of people think that the contest is heavily political. Well, it is and it isn’t. If you get a lot of countries competing against each other, some politics are bound to show up, but a large part of why neighboring countries keep voting for each other is because they share the same music tastes. A Greek pop star is bound to be popular in Cyprus. A Russian celebrity is likely to be famous in Belarus. You might also hear that “Eurovision hates the UK”. Honestly, it’s more like the UK hates Eurovision. Some countries, frequently the “Big Five” - UK, France, Spain, Germany, Italy - that provide a lot of the EBU’s funding, have stopped taking the contest seriously. Consequently, all the countries that do take it seriously, most of which are in Scandinavia or Eastern Europe, pass over them, looking for actual good songs. Basically, you aren’t likely to win if you don’t want to play.

We Eurovision fans love finding favorite entries of the year, debating who’s more likely to win, comparing tastes, learning the words in all the different languages, laughing (or facepalming) at the joke entries, cheering when our favorite songs get twelve points, looking up new singers and bands we’ve found through the contest… It’s its own holiday, its own special time of year.

I hope that this post will get at least some of my followers to unironically love Eurovision as much as I do, and I hope that you #JoinUs on May 6th, 8th, and 10th for this epic event!