104.1 - request line open

[hard_talker]

["Everybody Knows" only plays just past the introduction, this week, before Mark takes the needle off the vinyl with a flourish] Hey, hey! Happy Monday, happy fall, merry unbirthday, whatever! Didja miss me? ... Since yours truly was a little busy with a birthday party last week and missed a broadcast, we've got two weeks' worth of newbies for you: Damon, Rapunzel, Cagalli, Trucy, and Stuart.

As for happenings, weelllllll, first we got gnomes, and there are apparently pirates, and then of course, well, fairies. The fact that they brought a giant party doesn't really change the fact that we're getting an awful lot of storybook stuff lately, from where yours truly is sitting. So, I guess I could go on about how many of you are sitting on your asses waiting for your prince or princess to come, or if you think this castle's bad enough without adding dragons into the mix, or moats full of alligators ...

But really, guys? Really, tonight, I'm feelin' a little more like the music man than the mouthpiece. Tell you what: let's play a game. You guys give me your favorite song, and I'll see if I can't spin you a few more I think you might like, based on what you tell me.

Comments

[ino]

What if we don't have a favorite song? [alternately: what if we are slightly embarrassed about our favorite song and therefore would not like to share with the class]

[hard_talker]

Favorite artist, then, or a band? That'd work too.

[ino]

Umm ... I don't really know the names of any of the singers on my music player, either. [that much is actually true, because lmao ipod shuffle]

[hard_talker]

Hmmmh.

[Ino]

...Okay, look, have a handy filter. Just ... play me the song and I can probably figure it out? Or at least be able to pick somethin' you'd like based on it.

[Mark]

[ino]

I can try that, I guess. [she'll pause] Just a minute. [while she shuffles through her ipod to find what she believes to be a slightly less embarrassing song .... and then she'll just set the headphones on the journal and play it]

[Ino]

[hard_talker]

Oh! Yeah, that ... just barely came out at home, before I got here. [he laughs, glad she picked a genre he knows a little about]

Give me a few minutes.

[while her song plays out, he'll start queueing up CDs and tapes ... and then]

Okay, here goes!

[ENJOY YOUR 90S CLUB MIX, INO]

[Mark]

[ino]

Really? You know it?

[she'll sit quietly and listen, once he plays it ... and for the first two songs, she seems fine with it, but when the third comes on, she sounds confused]

Hey, wait, what is this??

Ino, to end

[hard_talker]

Ummmm, it's dance music, like the first one. What's the matter?

[ino]

[wtf does that even mean 8|]

It's not like the first one at all. The first two and that one were about totally different things.

[hard_talker]

[it takes him a second to get why she's confused, but -] Oh! You mean lyrically? Yeah, the words are different, but the genre of the music's the same. You know - the style? The way the beat's set up, and the instruments they use ... that's the genre. Kinda like ...

[he thinks about this for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain it to her. and then he thinks he might have it] Like different disciplines of fighting, right? Don't ninjas fight differently depending on what weapon they use, or who teaches them?

[he grew up on turtles and Missa-Miyagi, don't make fun of him]

[ino]

Oh. [yeah, it makes sense, but ...] But even with that, shouldn't there be a sub-classification? Like ... there's all songs made with a guitar. And then under that, all songs made with a guitar that are about this topic.

[hard_talker]

... [teasingly:] There are, but in that case you just need to say "hey, Mark, play me and my new smooch dispenser a bunch of sappy love songs".

[ino]

[sdlfjLKJSLKJDSLDS]

Mark! Cut it out! [YOU ARE EMBARRASSING HER]

[hard_talker]

[dude, you're IN A FILTER. and HOW is this more embarrassing than all the times you teased him about getting it on with Nora? HOW]

Hahaha, whassa matter, can't take your own medicine?

[ino]

[IT'S NOT AT ALL IT'S JUST THAT ..... yeah she can't take her own medicine LMFAO]

First of all, he has a name, because he's a person! Not a -- smooch dispenser!

[hard_talker]

[yeah, that's what he thought. brb, laughing at you. okay so maybe it's a bit of a cackle]

Oh, come on, I'm just messin' with you. ... The guy really makes you that happy, huh?

[ino]

[a little huff]

He's good at the boyfriend thing, okay?

[silentrunning]

[As always, Chell's listening, and she'll play. She's listened to a lot more music in the last couple weeks. Opening her journal, she scrawls a message as usual.]

Bruce Springsteen - Radio Nowhere... I don't understand what it's about, but it is good. I hope the birthday party was fun!

[And then she settles back with a grin. Monday nights are one of her favourite times in this place.]

sorry this took so long, I wanted to do her justice...

[hard_talker]

[his new rebellion buddy. Mark beams at the sight of her writing, glad she's started developing her own tastes]

So you've discovered the Boss, huh? That's a good one. I think it's mostly about ... well, what it gets like around here sometimes. Knowin' there's a billion people around you, but not feelin' like you're connected to any of 'em... and how music can help fix that. [of course you'd find one of his favorites.]

As for youuuu, little lady ... try these on for size.

Perfectly fine by me. You're better than Pandora.com

[silentrunning]

[Chell listens to the songs Mark's picked out for her, her eyes glittering with absolute joy. He's damn good at this. And they are all amazing songs!

When the last one's played, she writes him a message back.]

Mark, you are amazing at this. But I have some things I would like to share with you. I found them this week, and they are very good songs too and maybe you've not heard them yet.

[With that, the journal would pick up the sound of Chell leaping to her feet, picking it up, and marching somewhere, with much purpose. There's the sounds of her scrambling down the tower stairs. Eventually, though, she winds up in her little niche in the corner of the music room.

There's the clattering sound of about twenty CD cases falling everywhere as Chell rummages through them for something. Then she sets her journal on the floor near the speakers but not near enough to deafen Mark, pops a CD into the player and pushes play.

The first track to play is this defiant little number"> followed closely by this which she just likes the beat of.

Then she reorganizes the stack of CDs, and heads back to her room. Once there, she writes a last message.]

What do you think?

[Man, she needs a CD player in her room, but the thought hasn't occurred.]

[OOC: Apologies for live videos. There were no in-studio vids on Youtube that I found. Also, I need to learn an accessible way to do Youtube playlists.]

"Hard Harry"

[luthored]

I hate to walk all over your freedom of speech, but would it be asking too much for you to strike Damon's name from that introduction, please?

This Woman, written

[hard_talker]

[cute, real cute. if you really did hate to "walk all over" it with a polite request, you wouldn't have done it. Jesus, sometimes he hates adults. the way they're all polite while they're insinuating that they think you're a piece of shit. gooooooooooohhhhd. he squints at the journal for a good long minute, making a face that he's pretty glad doesn't transmit, then wanders over to Nora's art table and jams a sponge brush into one of the pots of paint she's got sitting out.

a few dots later...]

Struck. Any reason why?

"Hard Harry"

[luthored]

[ Well she's not going to alert the radio announcer to PEOPLE'S LIVES COULD BE AT STAKE. ]

He doesn't need the extra attention.

This Woman

[hard_talker]

[congratulations, he's automatically suspicious anyway...]

Fair enough, I guess.... If it's that big a deal...

"Hard Harry"

[luthored]

On a side note, I do like listening in.

This Woman

[hard_talker]

You do, huh? [he sounds pleased enough by that] ... So how come you don't call in much? I don't think I recognize your voice.

"Hard Harry"

[luthored]

I guess I'm a private person. But listening to the radio is one of those little things I'd miss if we didn't have it, even if I used to only listen in my car back home.

Yeah, this guy

[not_a_codfish]

I have always favored The Jolly Captain

Oh Hey, It's This Windbag

[hard_talker]

[well, a request is a request, regardless of who - that's a DJ's job, after all.] Hmmm. Okay, gimme a minute.

[that, of course, does not mean he can't be a troll about it]

... Here we go. [and on goes the music.]

[cantacquityou]

I'd like to, but I've yet to see you spin a classical tune as of yet, so I suppose it would be a bit out of the range of expectation for your listeners...

[hard_talker]

[there's a significant pause, but then ... this starts playing, followed by this. Enjoy, Mr. Conductor]

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

Anything by Queen.

[hard_talker]

Oh, I know a guy you'd get along with real well, here, then. [he grins. eheheh. he is such a damn troll...]

But, hey, try these guys out for size.

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

[Ignoring the comment about getting along well with other people. Bayldons aren't social animals.

He does laugh at the music choice, though.]

The Darkness? Classic.

Dictated

[the_effect_she_has]

Hey Mark ... could you just ... play a song you think I'd like? [Because she really has no music to speak of, or a musical collector.]

[hard_talker]

Hmmmm, something you'd like? [he knows enough about Panem to know it's all a complete crock in need of an overhaul. he knows Katniss enough to know she's a kindred spirit in the name of making noise. so therefore ...]

Try these on for size.

[and awaaaaaaaay we go!]

[the_effect_she_has]

[One corner of her mouth lifted up at this music - honestly it really was perhaps the best anthem of Panem she had ever heard. This was good training music - good shooting music.]

I like. I wish I could bring it with me to the shooting range. [Where she did most of her training these days, far from the eyes of Gale and Peeta, because she didn't want them to worry about WHY she was still training.]

[hard_talker]

You can, you know. They make portable music players...

[the_effect_she_has]

They do? Are they ... here, or do you have to wish for them?

[hard_talker]

You can wish, but I'm pretty sure there are at least a couple spares in the music room. Or you can have one of mine - I don't mind wishin' up a new one. [he knows some people really hate the whole wishing thing, but honestly, he doesn't care too much, even if it DID give him the mother of all headaches a few months ago]

[the_effect_she_has]

There are? [It seemed strange such fantastic devices would be lying around. They seemed too expensive just to be 'available'. It was so very ... Capital of the Castle. Hrm.] Where do I go to ... ah ... fill it?

HH

[youfallback]

[A little muffled and uneven,] What you usually play, HH.

C

[hard_talker]

..... C, you okay?

HH

[youfallback]

Loss. [She says it like it explains everything.]