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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 8, 2009 10:31:18 GMT -5
"Creative differences," Dare said. "But you know, their last album they had totally written and scrapped it. Ended up rewriting the whole thing in some forest cabin over a weekend or something." And the album had been, no pun intended, pretty odd. Ryan had insisted on singing lead for a couple, and there had been no unity from one song to the next. The whole thing was a disorganized mess, even if a few good songs had come out of it. "When you think about it, you can tell something was up."
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 8, 2009 10:52:24 GMT -5
Madison's nose scrunched up, "I think I prefer to pretend that they've only come out with one album so far. Well, that and they managed a couple nice singles." Pretty Odd. What a name for an album that didn't receive much credit from the bands die hard fans. Madison sighed, "if I could get a gig like that going for me, I don't think that I'd ruin it that way." She shrugged, "of course I'd have to get a gig like that first," she grinned.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 8, 2009 21:02:46 GMT -5
Dare's lips curved into a slightly crooked smile. "True, that," he said. "But y'know, I see where they're coming from. Music's an art, right? You've got to be true to the art or it loses something. And you lose something." He'd never have played for money, even when he was playing every day, and he'd never play for money now. Music was something intensely personal to him, and only one person had heard him play since the day his mother had died.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 9, 2009 19:15:10 GMT -5
It was an intriguing thought, but she wasn't sure that she actually agreed. "Art for Art's sake is fine, but there has to be a point to it. If you just say something is art, that doesn't mean that it is, without a point it's just words." Maybe it was just her, but when you played music like that professionally, it was to be heard. "If you stray from the point of the work, you could be betraying the point of the art." Madison grinned, "or I could just be upset that they won't play me what I want them to."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 10, 2009 15:01:36 GMT -5
Dare's lips quirked slightly at that last, having bitten down his opinion on art for art's sake not having a point. He didn't care what other people thought about music, for him it was art. And it was personal. Selling it would be cheapening it, and then what was left of it? That was all he'd meant, and if she was reading other things into his words, he wasn't about to argue with her. He deliberately turned his attention to finishing off his sandwich in one last, large bite.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 12, 2009 14:35:51 GMT -5
Madison was alright with being quiet for a while, letting the music drift over her a bit. When Dare was done with his sandwich she offered her guitar to him, "want to give it a whirl?" She didn't mind sharing her things, even though she'd never had a sibling, just because of who and what her parents were.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 12, 2009 14:56:55 GMT -5
Dare blinked and looked down at the guitar, his body tightening with nerves, and maybe just a twinge of excitement. "Are you sure?" he asked, looking back up at Madison. Her guitar looked a lot more like his old one than Lorelei did, though both of them were left-handed. He preferred his left, but he was damn close to ambidexterity.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 12, 2009 15:01:17 GMT -5
Madison nodded as she passed the guitar closer to Dare, "don't worry about it. If you break it, I am a witch you know, I'm sure I'll be able to fix it." She couldn't help the grin, it was silly she knew, but to seem the look on his face you'd think he either wanted to play it now or maybe run away. There wasn't anything he could do to her guitar that she couldn't fix or replace, so yes, she wanted him to play.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 12, 2009 15:22:00 GMT -5
Dare hesitated just a moment longer before taking the guitar, that same feeling of pained relief he got whenever he picked up Lorelei washing through him as he adjusted it, propping it against his thigh. "Thank you," he murmured, then took a breath and looked up.
"I'm left-handed," he said, an explanation for why he was holding the guitar upside-down the way he was. "Jimi Hendrix played upside-down left-handed on a right-handed Strat," he said. "He had the strings reversed, but I think I can get the chords backwards like this..." That last was more thought than declaration as he moved his fingers against the strings, successful while he was concentrating.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 12, 2009 15:40:07 GMT -5
Madison wouldn't deny that she was impressed, she was good playing the guitar in one position, the right position, that he could play it upside down was quite a skill. "I tried to play lefty once on a friend's guitar hero guitar, but I don't have the skills. You're doing awesome though." He probably didn't know what guitar hero was, but since her family was muggle, and she'd been a muggle for twelve years, she still enjoyed some muggle past times.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 12, 2009 17:37:56 GMT -5
He had a vague idea of video games, so he recognized the name, but Dare hadn't heard anyone talk about them since California. "Thanks," he said to her compliment. A lot of his mind was on the guitar right now, and he was debating playing a song. He doubted he'd be able to keep his chords straight if he did that, considering how lost in the music he got.
"I'm not gonna be able to play much thinking about the chords the whole time," he said, somewhat apologetically. He briefly wondered how long before she'd want her guitar back, since he wasn't really doing anything yet. And considering whether he wanted to try right-handed some time. "Unless you don't mind me restringing your guitar," he said, not at all serious, even if he sounded like he was.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 12, 2009 17:44:18 GMT -5
Madison shrugged, "restring it if you want, I don't mind, it will give me something to do later tonight." She wanted to hear a song, avidly, after all she wanted to get a job working in the wizarding wireless when she graduated. If she could start finding some new talent now, then that was alright with her.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 12, 2009 18:48:55 GMT -5
If Dare had heard Madison's thoughts, he would have stopped playing. If he'd been really aware of what he was doing, he'd have handed the guitar back. But he'd gotten caught up in curiosity and excitement, and he'd come so far with Lorelei that he couldn't seem to help himself. But he heard only her words, and so his lips quirked, and he shook his head slightly.
"I'm not gonna restring," he said. He did, however, play a slow song so he could keep up with the backwards strings. And he let the occasional hesitance of his fingers add to the feel of an already emotionally charged song. It took all his concentration.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 12, 2009 18:52:42 GMT -5
Madison sat back on her hands and listened to Dare play the guitar, in the sunlight, under the shade of the tree that she had chosen to sit next to, she decided that he was the quintessential indie or emo depending on how you looked at it. She sighed, and just enjoyed the music, happy to let it take her away, let it talk to her.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 12, 2009 20:23:19 GMT -5
Dare still couldn't play for long before it got to be too much. He made himself finish the one song he'd started, then sat for a moment, head down, hands still in place. He took a slow breath, then let it out as he raised his head, all the conflict he felt showing in mossy green eyes partially obscured by his fringe. It hurt so much to play, but it felt good, too, a kind of catharsis he hadn't quite gotten used to. He managed to force a hint of a smile as he murmured thank you and moved to hand the guitar back.
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