So this has got to be one of the most difficult songs I’ve covered. But at the same time, it’s one of my favorites. And yeah, I want to share it with you all.
So here it is. My cover of I Still Think by Darren Criss.
Also, I screwed up the picking in the beginning and a chord near the end-ish and that screwed up my playing and I didn’t bother to record it again because I feel like maybe screwing up the song was meant to be. Y'know. Because Darren Criss.
I like all of the nice ones, they all have great personalities and stuff, but my favorite is Bronte. He may be a grump, but he cares about Sophie very much, and the fact that he was against the circlet was touching to me. Also, is really like to see him get involved with the Black Swan in Nightfall. Maybe he and Oralie could start a “Councillors who aren’t assholes” club.
My issue with Netflix’s new original Love is a lot like my issue with The Magicians. It presents itself as a cynical rom-com (in this case) deconstruction in which nice guy/manic pixie archetypes are interrogated and revealed for a sham.
And yet… the narrative still CLEARLY falls on the side of the nice guy, giving him a free pass for emotionally micromanaging everyone whose approach to the world differs from his, giving him a free pass for ghosting a girl he was friends with before they started sleeping together (after, indeed, he revealed in an unconscious moment moment of clarity “I’m not just some nice guy… so…” when she tries to set him up with his friend- if she’s not interested romantically, she’s not worth his time at all), giving him a free pass for calling her “crazy” when she doesn’t act the way he wants. Admittedly, showing up to his workplace is a RIDICULOUS move, and Mickey is purposely boorish through the season’s second half. And yet my strong impression remains: despite the on-the-nose confrontation between Gus and Natalie in the first episode, in which she yells that he is “fake nice,” by the “fake cathartic” kiss in the finale we are supposed to recognize that both Gus and Mickey were at fault, both tried to force a spark when they may simply be wrong for each other, and feel some sympathy for both.
Except that the narrative has made Mickey atone and apologize for her mistakes. It has made Gus atone for NOTHING. I won’t bother sifting through the minutiae of the pair’s misunderstandings, from the magic card trick to the theme song party invitation to the awkward vibrator scene. Except to say…
Who takes someone on a date to the Magic Castle, anyway?