I love band drama because most of the time the answer to “what happened to group X and why do they sound so bland now?” is “they had one good idea, used it on their first album, and it’s all been downhill from there”, but every so often you’ll run into one where it’s like “they had an acrimonious falling-out when it was revealed that the bassist was embezzling money from the touring budget to feed his thousand-dollar-a-day Funko Pop habit, and the drummer knew about it but didn’t say anything out of misplaced loyalty to a version of their friendship that no longer existed, ultimately leading to the guitarist quitting the music industry in disgust and moving to Canada to become a lumberjack, so now the lead vocalist – having obtained the exclusive rights to the name and discography of the now-defunct group in a piece of legal chicanery that may have involved Russian mob connections – is the only remaining member of the original lineup, and it turns out that he’s an idiot”.

every day i learn new things about the beatles


#music #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what



look man, life is hard and the rules of society are complex

but let people off the fuckin train before you try to get on

and don’t play your goddamn music on your phone speakers in public

Genuinely curious: Why is music treated so much worse than conversation? If the norm was to actually be quiet on the bus, that would be one thing, but I see people primarily single out “music” without even mentioning loud conversations and such.

(I’m guilty of this too – I would never dream of playing music out loud, but get me excited and I will lose all awareness of how loud I’m talking)

Because music *is* worse than conversation. More distracting (consumes more mental processing power), and with potentially much deeper valleys of unpleasantness.

I can only assume that mileage must vary on this, though, given that store background radios are not just legal but *encouraged*.

(Even my *dentist* has a background radio. I was afraid to point out the risk of [them getting distracted by the music at a crucial moment and fucking up a procedure] for fear of self-fulfilling-prophecies/centipede’s-dilemmas. Possibly I should have at least pointed out that playing lowest-common-denominator pop music while performing potentially invasive medical procedures on people risks giving them PTSD *with extremely common triggers*: that issue seems incredibly obvious to *me*, but then I have relevant experience and perhaps it’s not obvious otherwise.)


#we should fine the shit out of stores with background radios #you can be allowed to turn a profit once you’ve proven you can be trusted with public soundscapes #reply via reblog #music #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #medical cw #this probably deserves some other warning tag but I am not sure what #infohazards?


do kids these days know about little talks by of monsters and men.

#NECESSARY LIFE KNOWLEDGE #shrimp emotions are contained in that song I swear (theearnestonion)


#h/t hatethiscar: I saw theearnestonion’s tags in the notes and I needed them #music #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(people in the notes are waxing lyrical (so to speak) about My Head Is an Animal‚ but you know what’s even better?) #(Beneath the Skin) #(absolutely amazing album) #(almost every track is good and most of them are great) #((I was talking about this on Dreamwidth a while back and *nobody* could agree on what ”We Sink” is about‚ but we agree that it’s great)) #((maybe there’s shrimp emotions in there too)) #(((in semi-related news‚ have you noticed that store radios never play Florence and the Machine anymore?))) #(((it’s weird: I really thought they’d make it into the 50-year rotation)))


Then began the elaborations upon the theme. Phrases hummed too slow, with long pauses in between, so that the listener’s mind helplessly waits and waits for the next note, the next phrase. And then, when that next phrase comes, it is so out of key, so unbelievably awfully out of key, not just out of key for the previous phrases but sung at a pitch which does not correspond to any key, that you would have to believe this person had spent hours deliberately practicing their humming just to acquire such perfect anti-pitch.

It bears the same semblance to music as the awful dead voice of a Dementor bears to human speech.

And this horrible, horrible humming is impossible to ignore. It is similar to a known lullaby, but it departs from that pattern unpredictably. It sets up expectations and then violates them, never in any constant pattern that would permit the humming to fade into the background. The listener’s brain cannot prevent itself from expecting the anti-musical phrases to complete, nor prevent itself from noticing the surprises.

The only possible explanation for how this mode of humming came to exist is that it was deliberately designed by some unspeakably cruel genius who woke up one day, feeling bored with ordinary torture, who decided to handicap himself and find out whether he could break someone’s sanity just by humming at them.




these motherfuckers have to take these songs and “make them their own”, put their own special goddamn english on the ball, and the only way they can think to do this is by changing EVERY OTHER GODFORSAKEN NOTE into some horrible warbling yodel to show off their vocal range! bastards reluctantly dip their toes back into the original melody just long enough to remind you what song you’re listening to, before zooming STRAIGHT back to their amateur opera tryouts!

When I first read this post, I thought you were exaggerating.

“It’s not *that* bad,” I thought. “Like, yeah I’ve been nonconsensually exposed to dozens of hours of Christmas music at work over the last month, and it’s repetitive and imbalanced (it took dozens of hours! for me to hear *one* ‘Hark, the Herald Angels Sing’!), but it’s generally not especially out of tune–”

–and then I went to the bank today and holy *shit* I know *exactly* what you mean. Oh my *god*, I never thought I would be *grateful* for CHYM FM, Kitchener’s Christmas Music Mix®, but at least we’re not playing whatever the fuck the bank is on.


Oh, so *that’s* who the all-Christmas-all-the-time stations are aimed at? All this time I’ve been wondering why society keeps doing it, given that I have heard many complaints and zero praise for the practice.

(…do your parents also actively prefer that Daylight Savings Time changeovers exist? That’s another thing in the same category.)

(I still think CHYM should do for Christmas what they did for Halloween: mix a few holiday songs into the normal rotation for the day itself and a couple days beforehand. They *could* even do it for several weeks beforehand, if they insisted on keeping that aspect.)


#Christmas #music #reply via reblog #venting #in which Brin has a job


Concept: saying grace, but instead of thanking God, you thank industrial agriculture (or the millions of people who contributed to its development and maintenance, or perhaps the first person to take each step, the first planter, the first plower, etc)



Saying thanks to Fritz Haber and caveating “This would be much more enthusiastic if you hadn’t been enthusiastically responsible for war crimes but you’ve so far still probably been a net good”



The Rationalist Seder version of the Dayenu song kinda does this:

Had we severed law from vengeance,
but not learned to bake and slice bread,
but not learned to bake and slice bread, Dayenu!
Had we learned to bake and slice bread,
but not mapped out all Earth’s surface,
but not mapped out all Earth’s surface, Lo Dayenu!
Had we mapped out all Earth’s surface,
but not crafted printing presses,
but not crafted printing presses, Dayenu!
Had we crafted printing presses,
but not named the rights of humans,
but not named the rights of humans, Lo Dayenu!



#proud citizen of the Future #food #war cw? #Judaism #music #do not malign potato



I can’t breathe



Best wishes to these people obviously but I’m WHEEZING at the concept of a standard horror plot starter but the stranded travelers are an entire fully equipped orchestra.



It’s the prequel to every other horror film. Their haunting spirits play the background music.



Oh shoot, that actually would be a really cool concept. The film starts with no thematic music, and as each member of the orchestra is picked off, their instrument joins the soundtrack. Subtly, so you don’t really notice, and the end credits are a full orchestral symphony.






Call that a death note



That entire thing could also be used brilliantly for foreshadowing!

Like, you suddenly notice a string instrument in the background music and you haven’t seen a few of them in a while. And the more musically versed you are, the more you figure it out (like in a mystery novel if you happen to have in-depth knowledge about the current riddle) while the “normal” people can get fooled into twists.

The non-musically versed audience hears a new brass instrument and is like “Oh shit, the dude with the tenor horn is probably dead!”, but then he suddenly appears perfectly fine and one minute later they find the body of the Euphonium player.

And if the orchestra members can hear it as well, then it’s of course another layer cause THEY would probably recognize who is playing. And depending on the director, they could go full ‘Tomato in the Mirror’ and imply they know but Just. Not. Say it. (cause why should they, they all DO KNOW). So they are like “Oh no…. No…!” and start looking for the corpse while the audience is still stuck at “Ok, a violin player, but which???”



immediately after dying you get a brief solo



And since absolutely no music at the beginning would be kinda estranging, I’d suggest one singular instrument and it’s revealed early on that a member of the orchestra recently passed, leading into the reason why they visited the castle in the first place, yaddayaddayadda, the plot commences



I know everyone’s thinking violin or cello or something melancholy. But consider: one sad, lone triangle


#death tw #story ideas I will never write #music



i think in the age of celebrity culture and kpop stannies and rpf shippers we need to normalize knowing fuck all about your favorite bands. what ? the lead singer has a name.. that’s crazy..!

Every time I happen across a picture of a singer/band I like it feels like being mildly slapped. What do you MEAN they have a face? And what do you mean they have THAT face??? That face does not match at all! Please kindly take it away. They are a voice and a voice only.






#…I don’t seem to have reblogged this before #(either that or I forgot to put it in the ”moon” tag) #fixing that #moon #music #I didn’t actually laugh aloud but it still amused me enough to reblog #((this amusement not to be taken as expressing an opinion regarding the statement itself))