they are new young musicians


Group: DAY6

Focus: No one in particular

Genre: Fluff, Runaways!AU

Word count: 2012

Note: Based on the ‘Hi, Hello’ MV because it’s got me feeling some type of way.

*Gif is not mine

Starting fresh. Starting again.

Everyone’s had the feeling but only few dare to act on it, to throw all their stress and worries away and just run, to enjoy the freedom, to feel the warmth of the sun through the clouds, to fill their lungs with fresh air. 

Even fewer manage to stick to their decision of running, most turn back to their lives begrudgingly with only the taste of freedom that lingers on their tongue - only a sweet memory that remains when they’re caged back into the life they so wanted to escape from.

Sungjin was not one who would turn back on such life changing decisions, once he saw his chance he took his old pick up truck and escaped, not once glancing back. It’s not that he had issues with his family or the people in the town, quite the opposite - he just couldn’t help but feel that there was more waiting out there for him to discover, he knew if he stayed in his hometown then he’d end up at a dead end sooner or later. He didn’t want a life that didn’t have anything for him to look back on and be proud of, he wanted to live life the best he could and if that meant up and running then so be it. Once he was on the road it was as if all his troubles and stress left him, the weight melting off his shoulders and making him feel so much lighter. He relished in the feeling and the adrenaline of running away.

This lasted for a hour until he looked into his rear mirror with a content smile to see Dowoon sat in the bed of his truck, smiling at him, along with his previous troubles and his town fading away into the distance- wait, oh God, why is Dowoon in the bed of his truck.

Poor Dowoon had a hell of a time trying to avoid injury when Sungjin slammed his foot down onto the brakes.

Turns out, Dowoon had felt the same way about their humble town and seized his opportunity for getting away by sneaking on board just before Sungjin set off. But, to put it short, the two had a long, long discussion about whether Dowoon should go back or not until Dowoon revealed he packed a bag filled with food and water and promised that he wouldn’t ask to go back if he let him stay, it was then Sungjin relented and let him take a nap in the bed of the truck. He let it go after a while, not seeing a harm in having Dowoon, his long time friend, tag along to this adventure.

It was when Dowoon was napping Sungjin spotted a tall figure carrying a guitar case walking on the side of the road, he hesitated for a moment when he saw the figure stick his thumb out before deciding to stop, not allowing worry to seep into his mind as to who exactly he was letting into his truck. He seemed friendly enough when he climbed into the back, giving him a smile and Dowoon a wave since he had roused him from his nap by almost tossing his guitar on top of the younger boy.

Sungjin and Dowoon learnt his name was Jaehyung - Jae for short, which he preferred - and he had been on the road since he graduated university, eager to see what the world had to offer him and how he could incorporate his music into his way of life. He busked on the streets and hitchhiked to get from city to city, learning to go with the flow and take on whatever life threw at him with a smile and sarcastic humor, never losing his bright outlook on life and always living each day to the fullest. He managed to live comfortably enough by busking alone, he was talented enough to earn enough money to do so - saving any money left over for a rainy day. Although Jae found it easy to talk to people he never stayed in one place long enough to actually make friends. At the end of the day, when he was alone, it didn’t take long for him to feel lonely with only his mind to keep him company. A thought that lingered in his head was that maybe, just maybe he could stick with Sungjin and Dowoon for a while and be a little less lonely.

In all honestly, when the three of them saw Wonpil sat on the side of the road playing with the blades of grass they weren’t exactly sure if they should let him tag along or take him to the nearest police station to see if anyone’s child was lost. Wonpil stared at them questioningly as the truck stopped by him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a look that didn’t take long to spread to his face until he was grinning as bright as the sun when Sungjin exchanged looks with the other two, shrugged and beckoned him to join them. He happily bounded over to the bed of the truck where Jae held his hand out to help him up, taking his hand and climbing into the back to join the other two.

Between him spilling water on himself and the others laughing at him, he told them that he became a runaway to follow of his dream to be a musician and break away from the dream that everyone else put in front of him of being a classical pianist. The others could tell right away that he didn’t suit always playing a piece of music and following it to a T, he much preferred playing freely and enjoying the feeling of creating a piece of music. His personality screamed that he preferred to play with the notes and see what melodies and rhythms he could come up with. They also learnt that Wonpil becoming a runaway was a rushed decision, explaining why he didn’t have anything with him - he decided he had enough right before a recital and just ran, not letting anyone stop him. He didn’t regret his decision at all and it could be seen by how absolutely delighted and weightless he looked, free from all expectations thrust upon him.

The journey became much more lively with each person and they all found themselves growing close quickly, yelling out songs that played on the radio together or actually singing together at pit stops with Jae on his guitar and Dowoon using the truck as a make shift drum set.

It was this singing truck of chaos that slowed down by another figure walking by the road with warm orange hair and holding a guitar case under his arm, who looked at them amused before shaking his head, signalling for them to go. The boys only shrugged and went on their way, yelling to the next song that came on whilst the stranger chuckled under his breath.

Brian thought he’d never see them again but he was proved wrong when after walking a few miles he came upon them again, stopped in the middle of the road. He walked to the front of the truck to see that Sungjin had propped the hood open and had gloves on but was looking inside as if he were just told he needed to perform open heart surgery. With a laugh he leaned his bass against the side of the truck and took Sungjin’s gloves, fixing up the car whilst talking to him about the boys, shock appearing on his features when Sungjin admitted that they had only met over the past few days when Brian had thought they had been a group of long term friends on a road trip.

While working on the car they told Brian their stories and Brian told them his, he had been on the road a while and been with a group in the past and it ended bad, so bad that it made him like travelling alone much more. He had actually ran away with a bunch of his friends but for one reason or another they left or went back to their previous lives when he wanted to stay free so he opted to stay alone. Before that he was buried under piles of work from studying, restricting him from writing songs and he hated that, music was his passion, engraved into his soul and he couldn’t stand being away from it for too long. That’s what actually caused him to snap. Weeks of not being able to get lyrics out of his head, words and notes pressing against his skull that were desperate to be released but were once again repressed by assignments, projects, dissertations, presentations, group projects, exams- he had enough. So he left. Started new, became Young K the musician and lyricist who played live anywhere he could. He’d take his life as a runaway over his student life no matter what.

Once he was done he said bye to each of them, his bass back under his arm as he watched them drive away, feeling a little down about actually parting with the group before thinking to himself ‘fuck it…’ and running after the truck. The boys cheered as they saw him run toward them, Jae managing to catch Brian’s bass when he tossed it at him, laughing and breathless when he got into the passenger beside Sungjin, who gave him a grin. He turned to look at the others through the back window only to see their fists pressed against the glass and with a sense of belonging he hadn’t felt in a long time, he pressed his own fist against the glass.

The sun was beginning to set when they all began to quiet down to actual singing as Sungjin drove along, each of them appreciating their surroundings and their new found friendship. Wonpil and Dowoon were sharing the blanket in the bed of the truck, Jae was sat strumming songs they sang to on his guitar, Brian was up front with his window rolled down and arm hanging out and Sungjin was tapping his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the song. Every so often they would stop singing and just talk or chill in silence, finding each other’s company enough so they didn’t have to force themselves to interact.

With silence floating in the air between the five, they began to hear a car radio ahead of them with a silvery, melodic voice singing on top of it. They looked to each other in confusion as the voice got louder when Sungjin continued to drive forward, wondering why someone was stopped in the middle of nowhere alone.

When they got to the source they found you laying on the hood of your car, eyes shut, using your bag as a pillow as you sang into the open air. They stayed silent for a few moments, admiring the way the setting sun warmed up your features and how your voice elegantly and effortlessly followed the song playing from the radio. You seemingly didn’t notice them and carried on in your singing, adding your own harmonies whenever you wanted to, which only served to hypnotize the boys more and feed their growing curiosity toward you.

From where he was sat, Brian could see you had a flat tire and he murmured such to the others, which explained why you were stationary on the road. They looked back to you, only to see your eyes gazing over each of them with lazy intrigue present on your face, remaining there on your expression when you slid off the hood of your car and walked over to them, giving them a smile which they couldn’t help but return. 

It only took a syllable from your lips to begin your journey with them.



Best foreign movies for learning language---Italian movies

Like France and Germany, Italy is among the European countries with a long and very rich film history. The great thing about Italian films is that even bad films are generally beautiful films.  

Life Is Beautiful (1997)La vita è bella
When an open-minded Jewish librarian and his son become victims of the Holocaust, he uses a perfect mixture of will, humor and imagination to protect his son from the dangers around their camp.
An unforgettable fable that proves love, family and imagination conquer all.

The Best of Youth (2003)—La meglio gioventù
An Italian epic that follows the lives of two brothers, from the 1960s to the 2000s.
“La Meglio Gioventù” is a hymn to Italy and the Italian people! It is their history and belongs to their culture. The story takes place on a period of 37 years, from 1966 to 2003, highlighting some momentous events of Italy, which molded in a way their spirit: the flooding in Florence in 1966, the terrorist fight in the ‘70s, the World Championship of 1982, the killing of Judge Falcone in 1992, and so on.

Cinema Paradiso (1988)—Nuovo Cinema Paradiso
A filmmaker recalls his childhood, when he fell in love with the movies at his village’s theater and formed a deep friendship with the theater’s projectionist.
The fill tells the celebration of youth, friendship, and the everlasting magic of the movies.

The Great Beauty (2013)—La grande bellezza
Jep Gambardella has seduced his way through the lavish nightlife of Rome for decades, but after his 65th birthday and a shock from the past, Jep looks past the nightclubs and parties to find a timeless landscape of absurd, exquisite beauty.

The Consequences of Love (2004)—Le conseguenze dell'amore
Titta di Girolamo apparently has a regular and tedious life with nothing strange a part from his own name (as he uses to say). He lives in a Hotel in Lugano (Switzerland) since almost ten years, spending his days waiting for something we don’t know. His life is too rigid, too detached following a flat routine. Titta ignore everyone and probably he has no emotions at all. Basically there is no story. But one day he decided, breaking all his personal rules, to exchange some words with Sofia, the hotel’s barmaid. Incredibly all the situation change, emotions, love, mafia, death come back violently into Titta’s life.

Malèna (2000)
On the day in 1940 that Italy enters the war, two things happen to the 12-year-old Renato: he gets his first bike, and he gets his first look at Malèna. She is a beautiful, silent outsider who’s moved to this Sicilian town to be with her husband, Nino. He promptly goes off to war, leaving her to the lustful eyes of the men and the sharp tongues of the women. During the next few years, as Renato grows toward manhood, he watches Malèna suffer and prove her mettle. He sees her loneliness, then grief when Nino is reported dead, the effects of slander on her relationship with her father, her poverty and search for work, and final humiliations. Will Renato learn courage from Malèna and stand up for her?

The Son’s Room (2001)——-La stanza del figlio
Giovanni is a successful psychoanalyst who has to put up with the seemingly endless string of trivial details his patients ramble on about. Yet his family provides a loving and steadfast foundation for his life that can even survive a problem like their son, Andrea, being accused of stealing a rare fossil in school. That foundation is profoundly rocked when Andrea dies in a scuba diving accident. Although the usual arrangements run smoothly, the emotional harm is profound. Giovanni begins to obsessively dwell on the missed chances he had with his son that might have saved his life, even blaming his patients. In addition , his wife is inconsulable and his daughter is becoming anti social in their loss. In the midst of this turmoil, a secret of their son’s life is revealed that provides healing in a way they never anticipated.

The Legend of 1900 (1998)—La leggenda del pianista sull'oceano
Shortly after the Second World War, Max, a transplanted American, visits an English pawnshop to sell his trumpet. The shopkeeper recognizes the tune Max plays as one on a wax master of an unreleased recording, discovered and restored from shards found in a piano salvaged from a cruise ship turned hospital ship, now slated for demolition. This chance discovery prompts a story from Max, which he relates both to the shopkeeper and later to the official responsible for the doomed vessel, for Max is a born storyteller. Though now down on his luck and disillusioned by his wartime experiences, the New Orleans-born Max was once an enthusiastic and gifted young jazz musician, whose longest gig was several years with the house band aboard the Virginian, a posh cruise ship. While gaining his sea legs, he was befriended by another young man, the pianist in the same band, whose long unlikely name was Danny Boodman T.D. Lemons 1900, though everyone just called him 1900, the year of his birth. …

If I missed any of your favorite Italian movies?  Leave a comment.

My New Favorite Composer

Allow me to educate you, my young musician, music-lover, or blogger.

This marvelous creator of excellent music is Julius Fucik. (How do you pronounce that? God only knows. In my head, I just pronounce his last name “Fuck it”).

Absorb his face into your consciousness.

One of his pieces contains a tuba melody line, with the dynamic instructions of twenty-four fortissimos.

“But why?” you ask. “For the love of God, why the tuba section?

That, dear child, is the mustache of a man with nothing to lose. “Fuck it,” he mumbles to himself, stroking his mustache, the personification of his musical success. His glory. His career. This mustache is the patriotic representation of his darling Czechoslovakia, which reminds him that he must finish this military march. “Fuck it,” he repeats, “I am Julius Fucik. If I say that my faithful tuba section deserves a melody, then by God I will give them such a melody as to never to be forgotten. Shall I write eighteen fortissimos? No…perhaps twenty? Twenty four?”

Still muttering softly to himself, he pens his own legacy and seals the future of high school band classes everywhere. Chaos follows him; destruction is his oldest companion. Julius Fucik is the hero of tubas everywhere, and the most feared enemy of those who hear his call: the fortissimo.

Remember his name. Remember his music. Remember his mustache.

Remember Julius Fucik.
i don't wanna live forever - EPD - Suits (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Suits (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mike Ross/Harvey Specter
Characters: Mike Ross, Harvey Specter
Additional Tags: Tumblr: Suits100, Musicians, Musician Mike, Musician Harvey, Saxophone, Guitars

Suits100 prompt #60: What if Harvey followed his father’s steps and became a jazz musician… he is playing in well known jazz joints, never stepping into real stardom (even though he is well respected by his peers) just because he has his personal ethical code regarding his art and he does not want to compromise…
Mike is a young pop singer, musician and songwriter, a new star rising fast who, while on tour, visits a club where Harvey is playing in NY, a night out to get in touch with real music and inspiration…
Two musicians from two different worlds that come close, a whirlwind of emotions, angst, music ensues (always with a happy ending…)

Like Dorothy Ashby, Sudan Archives takes an instrument we all know, and refuses to follow the rules. With violin, loop pedal and laptop in hand, the 23-year-old has quickly established herself in a new wave of young prolific artists who defy classification. The self taught musician and producer draws inspiration from Sudanese fiddlers, and adds in her own strand of R&B and experimental electro. Her self-titled debut EP released this past summer.
Watch her most recent video for “Come Meh Way” and read on to discover more about the rising artist now at

Musicians with Autism

So, as a self advocate I wanted to make a list of musicians you can listen to if you want to help support a few people with autism. These are all people I listen to on a regular basis that I can say I personally enjoy. If you know of any other artists with Autism I’d willingly add them to this list if I enjoy their music. I’ll add my favorite song by them with a small blurb about them.

Owl City

Adam Young is an American musician who plays New Wave and Pop music. Neither genre of music is really my favorite but I honestly really love this guy’s music. It’s always upbeat and his passion for music shines through. I honestly love how happy his music is. He has a very distinct voice that is often complimented by his keyboard and synth. My favorite song by him is Fireflies. 


Phillipa Brown is a New Zealand musician who plays grunge music. I honestly love this genre of music and, with a voice that ranges from being more pop-y to sounding a lot like Mary Elizabeth McGlynn, I enjoy her music quite a bit. Her music is more so Electro-Grunge though as it uses a bit of synth to add some atmosphere to her sound. Admittedly I only really found her recently, but my favorite song by her so far is Blue Eyes.

James Durbin

Durbin is an American artist who has both Tourettes and Asperger’s syndrome. And honestly, his vocal range is extremely, well, wide. This guy is probably one of the most versatile vocalists on the planet. I really liked his cover of  whole lotta love by Led Zepplin.

Courtney Love (Hole)

Hole is an American Rock Band. Courtney Love is their vocalist. My personal favorite song by them is Celebrity Skin.

Susan Boyle 

Susan Boyle is a Scottish vocalist who sings classically. Her voice is honestly extremely beautiful and it’s really good when you’re in a bit of a downer mood. My favorite song by her is a cover of The End of the World by Skeeter Davis.

Yamaha Creates New Song with Voice of Deceased Musician

Police push back screaming young female fans of late rock star Hideto Matsumoto, a member of the rock group “X Japan,” as the coffin leaves Tokyo’s Tsukiji Honganji Temple after the funeral in 1998.

When Nat King Cole’s daughter Natalie scored a big hit with her album “Unforgettable…with Love” in 1991 it included what was considered a technological marvel at the time: a duet of her singing with her long-deceased father.

But musical instrument maker Yamaha Corp. has taken this concept well beyond just overlaying one vocal track over an older recording. Through the magic of vocal sampling technology, the Japanese company has succeeded in recording an unreleased song with new lyrics sung by musician Hide, who passed away in 1998.

Kenji Arakawa, a spokesman at the company, said that he believes Hide’s new song is the first work by dead artist to be commercially available and to include voice of the deceased singing lyrics that were completed after the musician passed away.

“When we were offered the idea, only a very rough recording of the singer’s vocals, sung with alternative lyrics was available to us,” Mr. Arakawa told Japan Real Time. “So we gathered what is called the synthesis unit, or basic segments of Hide’s voice, from a large collection of his previous recordings.”

The song, Co Gal, celebrating 50 years since the musician’s birth, will be included in a CD album to be released next month. The guitarist/vocalist of rock band X Japan passed away at age 33 in an apparent suicide.

In addition to Hide’s singing, the team also created near-identical voices of the singer using synthesized singing software. The entire process of recording Co Gal, including adding the right accents and the singer’s singing style, took two years to complete.

Yamaha undertook a similar project in 2011, when they recorded a song using vocals of singer Hitoshi Ueki who died in 2007. But for that song, they relied partly on Mr. Ueki’s relative to provide vocal samples.

Source: Japan Real Time. Thanks to norikei for sharing!

I guess the thing is, what I am as Gaga really is what other people think Gaga is. It’s not necessarily what I am. Gaga is this stronger individual part of myself that I discovered being young in New York — loving music, meeting with young artists, working with musicians, with writers, studying the scene, and being involved in the lifestyle. I started to call myself Gaga. [It] was the nickname I had at my best.
—  Lady Gaga on her nickname

- She loved street performances. They were so spontaneous. Maya was next to the subway station when she saw a small band performing on the street, two guitar players (one also singing) plus one guy in the drums. Her eyes were hypnotized by the beauty of their moved on the same rhythm and style. She leaned down, and as she did so, she could sense the vibrations of the drums, even through the heavy traffic of New York tried, the resolute youth of the young musicians made it noticeable. She smiles and puts a twenty dollar bill on their guitar case, opened on the middle of the walkway, so people could place their tips in. -

- As she stood up she grabbed the hand of the first person passing by, regardless of gender, or appearance. Maya just started spinning herself around the stranger. -

“Dance with me!”