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maskormenace2016-01-11 12:52 am
matadorable) wrote in maskormenace2016-01-11 12:52 am
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03 ♥ audio (late night)
[This is the first time he's ever made a top post with his guitar, and the second time he's ever publicly played anything over the network.
After seeing how everyone reacted to Dorian's version of "Wonderwall", he wasn't in a hurry to put himself out there, least of all with something as intensely personal as his music.
But he's feeling pensive tonight, and he has too much free time on his hands now that the holidays are over and Heropa has been rescued. At around 1:30 in the morning, he starts a live audio feed. Without any words of introduction, an uncharacteristically melancholy guitar piece floats through the network. There are no vocals, no words -- Manolo's guitar does the singing for him tonight.
Music buffs will indeed recognize it as a rendition of "Caroline, No" by The Beach Boys. The interpretation is Manolo's own work, done entirely by ear (not an easy thing to do with a guitar solo, considering the complexity of the original source material). But even those who are unfamiliar with the song may feel quiet pangs of sadness and a sense of longing for simpler, happier times...
Once the song reaches its conclusion and the final notes gently fade into silence, Manolo simply closes the feed.]
After seeing how everyone reacted to Dorian's version of "Wonderwall", he wasn't in a hurry to put himself out there, least of all with something as intensely personal as his music.
But he's feeling pensive tonight, and he has too much free time on his hands now that the holidays are over and Heropa has been rescued. At around 1:30 in the morning, he starts a live audio feed. Without any words of introduction, an uncharacteristically melancholy guitar piece floats through the network. There are no vocals, no words -- Manolo's guitar does the singing for him tonight.
Music buffs will indeed recognize it as a rendition of "Caroline, No" by The Beach Boys. The interpretation is Manolo's own work, done entirely by ear (not an easy thing to do with a guitar solo, considering the complexity of the original source material). But even those who are unfamiliar with the song may feel quiet pangs of sadness and a sense of longing for simpler, happier times...
Once the song reaches its conclusion and the final notes gently fade into silence, Manolo simply closes the feed.]
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She won't say anything, even as she starts playing in return on her electric. No powers to back up her guitar, but she strums it out anyway. Marceline knows all too well that sometimes, music is all that can speak to suit the moment. For this one? "Plainsong" will do just fine.]
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When it's over, he opens his eyes and softly smiles.]
Ay, that was beautiful, Marceline.
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You play for people, don't you, Marceline? What kinds of places do you like to go for that kind of thing?
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It's my job, so... I mean, there's venues all over. I know there's this one club in Heropa with open mic on Thursdays? [If Manolo wanted to give it a test run.]
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Guess so! [she's been at it long enough, after all.] Open mic's not a full show or anything, but you can see how you like it. It's usually a smaller crowd, kind of intimate.
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