05 - The Good, the Bad and the Stranger (part 1) the series back sometimes, even in the night ... u_u
In these two months are gone because among other things to study and where I had left to take, I could not continue, so I suspended the story for a while '. Actually, every time I tried to do something, but when my brain is occupied by something else, I can not pull off anything vaguely decent.
However they are now free, so I can go back to hand this project. With my slow times, of course
u_u I will also try to retrieve the updates that I missed the other journal, little by little. ° °
We come to us.
This update I had written a while 'but now I am determined to fix it and publish it. It 's a bit confused why I did it in fits and starts (just see how much they suck all the photos and text -_-), and will probably be too boring However, it is necessary because I need to introduce a new pg.
I would say that with this update closes this first part of the story that was more of a long preparation. In fact, if all goes well, the next chapter things will begin to take a different turn. ° °
For now I leave you ... I hope I never have to leave too much time pass again! ° °
ps: and you thought this time I cut the livejournal post! u_____________u
Here is the first part, early in the second image with the spam! ° °
[Cd 1]
A quarter of an hour late. Good start.
I'm here in the living room waiting for the chick, Hell, who answered the ad.
Hell. As will be called Helena? I can not believe that is so out of it is not chosen as an abbreviation of its name but also as the name of art! Not just my mother who calls himself as a lolita English! It could have been well teens or early twenties but verges on the threshold of forty years just pathetic.
Since this is not decided here to present - worse for her, you know what matters to me - I start to unwrap the parcel arrived around noon. They're for my mother, too bad not yet returned from this morning. He has not even called Who knows what'll be combining with his girlfriend of the "heart".
The sender is Aunt Grace. Then is some material that was at home. I take the scissors to open one at random. The tape does not want to sell, but will not have won. After a minute of trying to empty, I can finally open this damn box.
And inside ... There are some vintage vinyl and CDs. I had not suspected that would leave them in a house to fend for themselves. My mother is too sentimental to live without material that has accumulated over a lifetime to the work of my dear grandparents. What also makes her pussy with his esteemed collection, but in the end to thank especially those two people so much contempt for the older pieces!
Well, ultimately a good thing, I will not have to get me to stay duplication! Sometimes even a nostalgic as my mother can be an advantage.
Among cd ce n 'is one of Sheryl Crow and seized by a sudden urge to put the PC is playing.
There's nothing better than to accept an alleged riot grrrl with one of the essences of female rock and mainstream alternative fake. Not that they are the Hole been less, precise. Just so I'm curious to see his reaction. If you try to do some pathetic harangue, for me it is already discarded. Not after a pretty humbling response.
finally hear the long awaited sound of the intercom doorbell ... no. Anyone must have found the door open ... Or ... Oh, will not be a metalhead who wants an answer tonight?
Well, whoever he is I'll find out once and Sheryl Crow will be the welcoming committee.
I open the door.
And before I find myself ... a cos-player of Tank Girl! Or at least something.
Faced by this girl because I have shaved heads, except for two striking two-tone fringe and tufts, dressed in an outfit clearly punk and two green eyes looking at me with water to the challenge.
Challenge accepted.
- Sorry Tank Girl, if you were looking for a cartoon show, you were wrong place.
smiles.
- No, really wanted the my tank. You saw it by chance?
- There are no tanks, sorry.
- There are no kangaroos then?
- Not even those, but you are you are metalheads, emo, punk and indie rockers.
- Oh. Can I kill them all?
- Maybe later.
must be the famous girl from hell. Only someone like that who called me this morning was to play the game instead send me the his country.
- You are Hell, right?
- In the flesh this time. Jennifer ... You are
has a voice very vague.
- It 's a question?
- No. I recognized your voice.
- Well, 'nuff said ...
- Ciancio O bands [we thank the casserole for this nda xD].
- Yes, anything you want. Join.
After two steps inside the apartment looks around obviously surprised by the size of the entrance - living room.
- Grande here. Have you just moved?
Always meddling me people!
- do you think?
His attention falls on the half-open cartons and those completely closed. Snubbing the very poor Sheryl Crow. Too bad, I suspected that came out a bit 'by dressing up and shoot some pathetic tirade by angry rrragazza against the mainstream. Well, it seems to have passed the first part of the test. Now the background music is no longer needed, and soon you are playing. I'm going to shut down the PC.
After closed session, when I look around to see where did I see the chick who is semi-squatting on the ground looking at the records of my mother. And I miss without asking permission!
She looks at me astonished and exclaims suddenly:
- LA Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone ! [With thanks to my friend in another I shamelessly stole the joke nda xD] Janis Joplin ... Rolling Stones ... Beatles ... And they're all of their original release date!
rigirasi Continue all the disks it finds. It looks like a girl who digs parcels forgotten by God and by men in some attic.
-Oh, well Cure! Siouxsie and the Banshees ... ... Sonic Youth! All vinyl! do not believe it! Even the Babes in Toyland! are all yours? But we have spent a fortune!
- No, my mother.
- True? So your mother breaks! E 'already my idol!
Oh God! It was made immediately buy from you without even seeing it!
Speak of the devil horns sprouting.
comes after my mother opened the door with the keys.
- Hello, Jennifer.
- Hello.
Then look at the newcomer.
- Oh. Who are you?
- A chick I just met.
As if I'm going to explain to my mother my plans.
- Hello. I'm Anne, the mother of Jennifer.
- Hello, very pleased, I am Hell.
- interesting name.
- I know. However, Madam, my congratulations on your record collection! It 's pure entertainment!
- Ah, so they arrived already? Anyway, thanks, too kind!
- We have paid a figure!
- No, not so much.
seems that my mother does not want to boast around our ties record.
- Oh, please, give me of you and call me Anne. Indeed ... Melody.
- Perfect, Anne ... Indeed, Melody.
My mother watches me for a while.
-So, you've just met?
Damn. Datos who knows very well that I did not say a single word has seen fit to refer the chick to an interrogation! Well, sooner or later it would be blown all out.
- Not really.
- In what sense?
- We do not know at all, except our names.
- So how are you here?
- For an audition. In theory, eh, I do not know in practice!
- Hearing for what?
The cosplayers of Tank Girl is silent and gives me a strange look for a few seconds before answering.
- What? Audition for the role of prima donna in a new fiction: the good, the bad and the intruder! I would be the intruder, of course!
What kind of answer is? This then is really played!
My mother is obviously terrified. Then he shakes his head, smiling.
- Okay, stop yourself these questions. We'll talk about after the two of us.
This last sentence is addressed to me. Oh no. Why do I have to blurt out all my projects to you? And she could not tell it like it is instead of making the fool?
- I'll leave you alone.
- Oh no, now you're staying!
- In a little while ... But I quit!
- 10 minutes is sufficient.
- ... Ok, but only 10 minutes.
Why did I stay? Simple, now that you put in the middle of this story, you might as well it would be helpful. I want to see the female manager at work.
I confess that I did not ever work. What is somewhat I am curious. And this is a good opportunity, I would say. I turn to the girl who has lit a cigarette while. Still without asking for permission.
-You carried a microphone?
- No. I thought I had you one.
Curse.
- You think too much ...
- I thought it was an honor!
There is no time for bickering!
- Ok, that's okay. We take the guitar and amplifier.
- But we all?
- I think.
- No rehearsal?
- First let me form a group.
- Vabbeh, 'sti cocks.
He sits on the couch to wait. Once again does everything without asking for permission.
Dear me, that element! I doubt is worth something as a singer, a mime artist is at the height of Courtney Love, I bet?
[Cd 2]
I decide to sit down too.
Finally I got an idea about the intentions of Jennifer. So he wants to start a band. I ask only one thing: did you have to follow me this far to begin your project? Could build a fine house a group!
My gaze accidentally falls on girl who came here. Hell ... It will be a stage name? too?
They spoke of a microphone, then it will be here for the post of the singer. Actually I did not see evil as a front woman. It seems pretty blatant to be on stage and stand up to an audience. A first shot looks a little 'silly nonsense view of the answer I gave when I asked about what this hearing, as she called it. But I suspect that in reality is far more intelligent than to see and do that first responded that way because Jennifer must have sensed that I had not said anything about this story and probably did not want to intrude. This would explain why does the 'intruder .
However, this side seems to have pretty crazy for what he would do - sing - not bad, indeed. In addition, he would call this look iconic. NA Among the early 90s by Franco and Sinead O 'Connor. But any further attempt to break up clumps of comparison. To attempt to reveal some secret.
- Feel a bit 'Hell ... But you're not English, right?
- Right, they are not.
- I'm sorry if I ask you ... Where are you from?
- From hell and its surroundings.
I realized that I did not say a word of its origins. Might as well play the game, perhaps betray some clue.
- warm place, that.
- Sure. Especially in the summer.
Umm. A very hot summer. E 'already have a starting point.
Throw a puff of smoke. I decided to join her. I light a cigarette.
- Well, as with us.
- Here, where?
Take this tough here. He does not want to say anything about himself and pretends to know the others. By Nancy I just biased because it is our tenant and make me friend can make us comfortable, though I can speak for metaphors at this point.
- Our personal hell. Indeed, perhaps I should say my .
- you mean yours, yours and your daughter ... Or am I wrong?
- No, my only. Simply because she is hell.
- I understand. Why are you here?
- I am here to find a lost paradise. And you?
- I go to heaven. No there have never been before .
From particularly emphatic tone with which he uttered this last sentence, I understand now that it is aware of its provenance:
- Death in Vegas, Scorpio Rising ?
For now, we talked about without looking. After this sentence after shooting at me curiously surprised. And exclaims:
- Yes! This was just quoting!
- I had understood. Bel track that.
- Yeah.
He pauses. Finishes his cigarette. Turning around everywhere looking for a pose ashes, he sees one and turns it off there. I notice that his eyes became suddenly gloomy.
- amazing how a song can give you the strength to go on your way or pay.
- Yes, I know what you mean. Indeed, had it not been for music I do not know how I would stand there.
- It was so bad where you were before?
- Depends on your point of view. If you have some experience, any place can turn into an inferno.
Our conversation is interrupted by the arrival of Jennifer with guitar and amplifier. How do I keep them both easily in your hand I just can not conceive.
Attacks supply outlet and then plug in the instrument.
After a quick soundcheck, he turns to Hell in the meantime has been raised to better observe the moves of my daughter.
- So, you suggest a song.
- Well one of the Babes in Toyland?
wonder because I expected such a proposal.
Jennifer looks up toward the ceiling by a grimace of disappointment. Mica I knew not to bear the Babes in Toyland.
- Ok. What?
- Spun .
interesting choice. I suspected chose Bruise Violet or Sweet '69 that are the most famous. It has instead opted for a less well-known song, even if it comes from their most famous.
- Spun good. Give me time to refresh memory ...
makes a quick round of agreements.
- Ok, let's start.
followed by a pause in which Hell turns his hands into a makeshift microphone. Obviously not working. After a few glances of understanding the part count:
- 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4.
The guitar starts sounding a dark mournful arpeggio that seems to set itself up as a dark and dreamlike dimension. This loop is repeated once again.
And then slips a thin voice, sweet, well balanced and at times lyrical and at the same time bitter, almost baby blue and melancholy. The voice of Hell. The more the song goes this route becomes more dark and horrifying, through the voice of the singer alternating tones that passes easily between myeloma trills and variations that they kill any virtuosity. And then thunder. The chorus. Acoustic arpeggios are transformed into distortion and dry battle between the girl and the witch's voice is interrupted by an outburst early universe.
After the chorus Jennifer stops. Hell turns shooting at her.
- Why did you stop?
- Because it's insufficient.
- Listen, do me a favor.
-What?
- Do not say the classic phrase "I will tell you." The hate.
- Ah, look at while I, for that matter!
- So? I want a clear opinion, in no uncertain terms.
- now you can live with. I think you're too derivative.
Hell is listening to meditative air.
- Yes, I think I understand what you mean ...
- Spun you've sung too much Kat Bjelland.
to intervene. Made me stay here, there must be a reason, right? I turn now finished his cigarette and with a strong voice and professional start to speak
- But it is also true that not all can stand comparison with the Bjelland. According me, you did you do well. Sure, Jennifer is right to say that maybe you did too in this passage refers to the original, but I seemed to see some element of a watermark more personal. With practice, you should definitely improve. The song was quite versatile and have proven to handle it with different registers.
- Well, my mother has already said everything.
- Ok! Thanks for the tips! So I am inside?
- Well ... I would say Yes!
- Yay! Rock'n'Roll! However, I will do my best!
- Do not look, you have to do your best, otherwise I will not hesitate to expel me.
- Donna, I think we will agree.
- Me hope so.
[cd1]
suddenly I remember the invitation of the metalhead. And I have an idea.
- you have to do tonight?
- Depends.
- Should I go with people unknown to the garage.
- Ah cool. I imagine you telling me why you want to invite me.
- Exactly.
- The evenings are always welcome on the premises.
- Good. The number of your phone there and then I will tell you the details later.
- you know, no problem.
I do not trust to go alone to this output, better to bring someone. This girl, apparently my singer, is the only choice. But I'll kill two birds with one stone. I'll make a trip to a local music and I can groped to learn more about Hell. Datos that, apparently, play together, we might as well try to establish from the very beginning a kind of relationship that may eventually come together in musical harmony.
I see that my mother wants talk to me.
- Yes, what you want?
- You still need you, or can I leave?
I never needed you.
- Nah, go ahead.
- I Gotta go well. Then you feel later?
- It feels later. Take care.
He waves his hand and smiles with one of his early bet that I'll end up hating. And as soon as I am sure that the apartment is completely empty, I take my guitar and start playing the riff it'sa long way to the top (if you want to rock'n'roll) . Honestly I'm not very convinced that you have done well to take this here as a singer, then I would not make me regret my choice. If, however, I'll know who to blame: my mother, of course. After all it is she who paved the way for me to make my decision. Yes, it will be better especially for her that this girl will not disappoint me.
