Um
Why does Ben have Aiden's last name, isn't his mom related to Aiden's mom??
Like, we all know how surnames work in America; Wife typically takes the husband's last name, or they take both (or she doesn't take it at all, idk). Aiden's dad is obviously the one who had Clark as his surname. However, Ben also has this surname, but the dads aren't related, the moms are, how'd he get Daniel's surname??
Note that the Clark moms are sisters, because Niaomi literally said "I think what my sister is trying to say..."
So... how did Ben get the surname Clark?
Either Red wasn't thinking about the parents (sorry no offense 😭), or he changed his last name...?
Idk, I just realized that while thinking about a possible Thomas Aiden duet with 'Stayed Gone' (Rainbow factory au real??)
alr ty for joining my ted talk
bye bye for now
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Sorry for the long post but I need to know:
if there are any other queer musicians out there please tell me that im not alone and that y'all have had similar experiences???
had a piano lesson today and my teacher (who im not yet out to bc idk how she'll take it) was pulling me up on my too-bold interpretation of the piece.
Now, aside from the fact it's related to technique issues, I was playing it too much "as myself" (or rather, how she sees me - a cis girl).
The instructions at the beginning of the piece are naif, tendre, et fervent. According to her I had all the fervour in the world, but not enough vulnerability, innocence, childishess.
So she said this to me:
"I'm going to describe someone now, and if a name comes to mind, someone who reminds you of all these traits - who is not you, because it's obviously not you - I want you to think of them when you're playing this piece.
This person is shy, and more sensitive than they would like. They dream of being louder, of being heard all the time and saying all the things they'd like to say, but they just can't. They're an outsider, drifting on the fringes of groups because they can't say what's on their mind.
I want you to think of this person now, because at the moment you are playing this piece too much as yourself, as *given name*. Don't tell me the name you have in your head, I don't need to know who it is. I want you to show me."
So I played the piece again, fighting back tears for once not bc my teachers are roasting me but because it just resonated so clearly with me. She didn't see it, but everything she just described is me.
It's not the version of me that she sees - the confident, loud young girl who covers up fears with a good work ethic and a big smile. It's not her - not my given name.
But of course, the one name that came to my head when she was talking was Laurence. My new name, my real name. The guy that can't say what they're thinking, that dreams of being louder, bigger, more visible. Who knows, knows that it can't be. That I can't be louder, I can't be visible, I can't be heard. Not by her. Not now. Not yet. Not... ever?
I only got through 2 lines of the piece like this before she stopped me, applauded and cried out
"Yes! Yes, that's it! That's the person who should be playing this piece. It's very important that you learn to play as another person, to put yourself in the shoes of someone smaller than yourself, less powerful. You and I, confident people, sure of ourselves, of every step, we don't ever experience that! But you seem to understand. You may not have ever felt it, but you understand those feelings, and in this piece, and in life, that is very important."
So uh yeah I'm crying now.
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u ever take a nap and wake up and it feels like the year is 1530 and u have yet to adjust to being in the third millennia again?
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Ooh ahh the uncontrollable desire to live consciousness free as a little robot who just goes boop beep boop
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Me: I'm going to write today. I'm actually feeling pretty inspired, I'm in the *writing mood*, and I have time
Me: sits in front of computer and instantly has no writing skill for the aforementioned inspiration
Me: *rewrites the scene I've written 1000 times already in slightly different ways*
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something the crane wives does that always makes me lose my shit is changing lyrics between choruses, often recontextualizing the earlier lines
like in I Talk In My Sleep, the first chorus ends with a long drawn out "I" which could just be vocalizing, the second is "I won't say" and the last "I will finally say" and then for the first time resolves to "that I am not okay"
I think my favorite example is in Nobody, we get the line "nobody ever loved me" in a bunch of variations--on its own, as "nobody ever loved me like she loves me", and then "nobody ever loved me so she tells me"
in Steady, Steady, "i am ready to be the one" turns into "i am ready to run" and "you know when you're ready" turns into "we weren't ready"
something about it just hits so hard I eat this shit up
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