Music, Wednesday

Wednesday, April 24th, 2024 08:00 am
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“I could keep doing this class forever,” Atton greeted the class. He looked tired. He was daring anyone to comment on it. “I mean, we haven’t even covered metal, hiphop or modern pop yet. So I don’t think we’ll be hitting you with an exam or anything.”

He waved behind him. “The point of this class was to inspire you all to play something,” he said. “So… today, we play stuff. We’ve got a bunch of sheets of music from all the eras we talked about, plus the 80s. I don’t care what you pick. Just pick something, and put your heart into it.”

"And don't be afraid to be creative!" Lana said. She'd been writing poetry a lot last night. "None of these genres of music would exist without someone having thought of them and written songs. Maybe you'll discover a talent of your own."

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Wednesday, April 17th, 2024 07:32 am
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“So we got jazz, then we got rock and roll, and then the universe thought… you know what we need? Glitter,” Atton said.

He didn’t sound impressed. But that shouldn't really be a surprise, considering. )

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Wednesday, April 10th, 2024 10:05 am
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“And now we’re getting to the fun part,” Atton announced. “Rock and roll.” He was wearing a Ramones shirt for the occasion, yeah. “Like a lot of modern popular music, it was born out of genres of music invented by the Black community in the United States, and then traveled around the world. Most specifically, it had roots in rhythm and blues, a musical movement from the 40s that brought jazz and blues back together in new ways and with new rhythms.”

He shrugged. “Music’s all linear and loops back around on itself, what can I say,” he said. “When rhythms from even more subgenres were pulled in, and the post-World War II era brought a new wave of rebelliousness with it, the music got rowdier. The song ‘Rocket 88’, by the Kings of Rhythm, is generally considered the moment rhythm and blues turned into rock and roll.”

He started the music player. “Other musicians of the time started to iterate on this sound,” he said. “The electric guitar become more and more prominent, driven by artists like Chuck Berry. And yes, much like jazz, solos were a big part of it.” Another snippet of song burst from the speakers.

"It has largely centered around electric guitars," Lana continued. "Often with drums, electric bass guitar, one or more singers, and occasionally other instruments. And it's often been an instrument," ha, "for rebellion and cultures outside of the mainstream. Some of the things they did were apparently quite scandalous. Often due to sexual innuendo, such as the singer Elvis Presley's pelvic thrusts." You got a video to show that one. It was ridiculously tame, but Earth was weird.

"Rock spread around the world, and in the 1960s, some of it came back from elsewhere in the form of what was called the British Invasion - the famous band the Beatles were a large part of this." She pressed play for them. "Also bands such as the Rolling Stones, the Kinks, and the Who. Also, over the decade they began focusing on entire albums rather than individual songs. Overall, rock became the dominant music genre."

She waved at the instruments. "So, let's listen to some rock and see what we can come up with. And don't worry; everything from horns to flutes to strings has been used in rock music, so it's quite inclusive, no matter what you play."

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Wednesday, April 3rd, 2024 11:18 am
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"Welcome back," Lana said. "Glad to see you're all improved." This week was much better than last. "Today we'll resume with discussing more modern music. In the mid-to-late nineteenth century, blues grew out of black music from the southern United States, and later from northern cities like Chicago. Artists like Leadbelly are typical of this style. It could merit an entire class on its own, but we're limited here; I encourage you to look it up yourself. A little later in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, ragtime developed, also predominantly from black artists; Scott Joplin's music is one of the more notable types."

Atton let out a slow huff. "By 'black people in the southern United States'," he said, "We mean enslaved people and their descendants." Beat. "But please continue."

"It should be noted that both of these types of music were peculiarly American," Lana said. "Eventually, a new American type of music developed with roots in both of them - jazz." Not jizz; that was entirely different. "It started in New Orleans, Louisiana; there are many subtypes of jazz, and several involve quite a bit of improvisation, so it can at times be difficult to define. But it moved the primary importance from the composer to the performer, prioritizing how things were played, rather than how they were written."

Atton nodded along, leaning back against the desk. "So what you saw a lot of in the early days were things like call and response, a legacy of blues," he said. "One musician plays something, the other reacts. As jazz developed, this became more elaborate, with musicians coming up with entire melodies on the spot. Of course, as the music got more popular, you also saw more forms of jazz where there was a composition, and then a spot for a soloist to go to town."

"When the government declared alcohol was illegal, underground clubs flourished," Lana continued, "with bands in them often playing jazz and fueling its popularity. Duke Ellington was one influential performer and composer, writing and collaborating on over a thousand pieces, many of which are still regarded as classics. Another popular performer was Ella Fitzgerald, known as the 'Queen of Jazz'. She was renowned and popular on her own, and also collaborated quite a bit with another prominent musician, Louis Armstrong.

"Jazz was one of the most popular forms of music for years, but then unfortunately there was a war, and between musicians being conscripted and the materials used for recordings being needed for martial purposes, it suffered a bit of a drawback. It drifted largely in two different directions - academic, less accessible music, and popular music with more diversified interests that became less...well, less 'jazzy', I suppose."

Atton pushed away from the desk. "These days, a lot of people look at jazz as a kind of old, classical art in its own way, deeply improvisational and experimental," he said. "In what originally came to be known as 'bebop', notes didn't have to go well together for it to work as jazz, creating an alienating effect called disonance. The tempos could go fast and strange, and chord progressions were combined and complicated. The traditions of classical music were no longer sacred. Eventually, it led to the birth of free jazz, which loosened up the rules even further."

He shrugged. "It's not for everyone, and other styles of jazz persist to this day," he said. "Meanwhile, the interest of the masses moved away to something a little rougher but more conventional. But we'll talk about those guys next week."

He tapped the music player. "Today, we're going to listen to some jazz standards," he said. "We're going to try to play 'Summertime' together, and I want everyone to try some improv. All right?"

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Wednesday, March 27th, 2024 06:26 am
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“There’s a lot of music about sex out there,” Atton said. He looked distinctly… twitchy, and he was wearing a t-shirt that read I am a worst case scenario. “Marvin Gaye, whatever Trent Reznor was doing in the 90s for five seconds, blah blah blah, I can’t do this, Lana and I are both Force sensitive, we can feel your feelings, you messy little–”

"ANYway," Lana cut him off, "What he's saying is, feel free to stay here if your idea of working off...stress...is to play an instrument, but this is otherwise a free period. Go do whatever else you do, and don't let us know about it."

“We already know too much,” Atton agreed. “You’re disgusti–!”

Lana coughed loudly and elbowed him. "You're normal beings that we have no desire to know certain things about." She made shooing motions and gave Atton light Force pushes toward the doorway.

Atton grumbled a petty insult under his breath, but he wasted no time making it out the door.

Lana wasn't far behind.

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Wednesday, March 20th, 2024 10:13 am
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“So, we’ve been spending a lot of time talking about folk music,” Atton said. He was at the front of the class, wearing his nice new leather gloves, looking like he hadn’t been mysteriously absent last week. Go figure. “But around the 1400s, Earthers got a little more pretentious about it. During the period known as the Renaissance, music got more complex. More instruments, more melodies at the same time, actual basslines. People started figuring out how to write all of this stuff down properly, too, so pieces could be played the same way everywhere else.”

He waved towards the instruments corner. It was absolutely packed with stuff. “A lot of the musical instruments we use on Earth today were more or less invented or refined in this period. People got weirder and more complicated with it. The style that resulted would come to be known as ‘classical music’, also known as pretentious stuff for stuffy people who can’t make it through a rock concert.”

What? What.

“The Renaissance ended in the 1600s, and gave way to Baroque, during which the modern idea of the musical ‘key’ was introduced. A key is basically a series of notes and pitches, named after whatever the first note in line is. We kind of touched on that a little during the chords lesson,” Atton said, waving a hand. “Baroque composers like Bach and Vivaldi made a name for themselves in this period, and they’re still frequently referenced today.”

He smacked the music player. “You might know this one. Four Seasons.”

"As the music started to be increasingly complex and multilayered, some composers started wanting to pare things down. They also worked toward much more restrictive notations, even to volume markers and how things should be played. It became much more structured. This led to what is properly called Classical music, because that's what the period in time was called." Honestly, Atton. "This is when we get composers like Beethoven." This is also when you get music named imaginative things like 'Piano Sonata No. 11 in A major'. Because apparently that's all you need to know about it." Classical composers were weird. What could you say?

"Eventually, they start to loosen up a bit more, and become more concerned with grand themes, myths and legends, and sweeping emotions, and you get the Romantic era," Lana continued. "Also a lot of them were very nationalistic and patriotic, so you have to deal with that. Night on Bald Mountain by Mussorgsky is a good example of this style."

“If you’re wondering why we’re steamrolling through this, well, we’d need a whole semester to teach you guys the ins and outs of this particular brand of music,” said Atton, who had ignored any and all ‘honestly’s his co-teacher had sent his way, thank you. “But to give you more of a taste, we have a whole pack of info sheets of different composers here. Pick one, find something cool they made musically, and tell us about it next week.” He rolled his shoulders. (They still stung a little.) “The Romantic period was followed by the Modernist period, which dovetails right into what we call contemporary music. We’ll pick up on that actually interesting topic in a week or two. For now…”

He waved a hand.

“It’s time to practice some classical classic, I guess.”

Please don't all choose "Ride of the Valkyries".

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Wednesday, March 13th, 2024 09:15 am
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There was only one teacher in front of the class today, and if she seemed a bit distracted and scowly, well...there was only one teacher.

"Good morning, class. Since we seem to be down one, we'll be focusing on my strength, such as it is. A good deal of music has lyrics to accompany it, and the best of that sort has lyrics that build on the music and work with it. Lyrics can be a sort of poetry - not that that means they need to rhyme, though many do, but they are often figurative and work on different levels."

She waved a hand at them. "So, find some instrumental music and write lyrics for it. Or find a song with words and write different lyrics for it." Look, she hadn't had much time to come up with this when Atton hadn't shown up. "I won't even make you sing them this week, though I make no promises for later."

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Wednesday, March 6th, 2024 08:58 am
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Atton had somehow found himself a small stool, and he was sitting on it in front of the class. This was his topic, so he figured he’d take a little of the pressure off of Lana. For now, anyway.

“Singing,” he said, “Tends to be something people think they either have a talent for, or they don’t. That’s poodoo. Even I’ve had to grudgingly admit that technique and soft squishy ‘reach within yourself’ kind of crap has got something to do with doing it well.”

He tapped his chair with both hands. “Now there’s not just one way to sing,” he said. “Most music genres, in fact, have their own quirks, whether we’re talking about loud, dramatic operatic singing, loud, dramatic metal grunting, or… well, all of the soft stuff in between. We don’t have the time to focus on teaching you the intricacies of any of them, but we do have the time to get you started on the basics. Which mostly means breathing.”

He pushed up out of his chair. “Breathing and singing are linked. I mean, the noise we make when we open our mouths is basically our body manipulating our breath on the way out, right? When we sing, we mostly use our diaphragm, a muscle right underneath our lungs.” He patted it over his chest. “It, not our lungs, is really the key to breath control,” he said. “As I understand it, anyway.”

He glanced at the class.

“I want you all to stand up and put your hands right here.” He patted his chest again. “Then, without squaring your shoulders or making a big deal about it, inhale. Let your breath move that part of your chest, and nothing else.”

A breath.

“...and release,” he said. “There. Now you know the basic, very first, for-beginners breathing technique for singing. We’re going to practice a few more today.” Beat. “And then? You’re all doing karaoke.”

He looked towards Lana. “Including you.”

Lana raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't argue. "Whether any of us can carry a tune is apparently a question for another day." She didn't think she was terrible, but she wouldn't be quitting her day job. "If you've ever done meditation," she told the class, "the breath is a similar technique. The idea is that you want it to expand your diaphragm, which fills more of your lungs than just the top, which is what happens when you breathe shallowly."

She demonstrated that, too. "So, as Atton said, keep your attention here," she gestured, "and breathe deeply."

And hope you could remember the tune to something Earthly in your vocal range.

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Wednesday, February 21st, 2024 09:35 am
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“Now, we’re hitting the medieval era beyond all the droning church stuff, and that’s where your historical record actually starts getting interesting,” Atton said. (He was wearing a Panopticon t-shirt for the occasion.) “While the monks were humming in tune inside their churches, outside, secular music was deeply popular. Musicians would travel from town to town, playing drums, flutes, harps and early string instruments that looked a little like boxy versions of the violins you have today.”

He leaned back against the wall. “Oh, and bagpipes,” he added. “We’re not giving you bagpipes.” That way lay insanity. “Though, to be fair, the secular and the divine didn’t always sit so far apart. The whole ‘traveling musician’ thing might have started with a bunch of young, bored priestly types, traveling around singing snarky takes on the Bible, which is an attitude I can respect.” It was something like that, anyway. “Most famously, they left behind the Carmina Burana, a collection of pretty bawdy poems and songs about religion.” He tapped the speaker to play a segment. “Now the Carmina Burana’s been set to fancy music by modern composers, so you might know the name. Remember the background next time you hear that dramatic orchestral stuff, though: this sounds awe-inspiring, but actually it’s just some medieval religious nerd complaining about fate.”

Again, he could respect that.

“These Goliards were followed by the troubadours and Minnesängers, wandering musicians who sang songs about being a very good, very heroic knight fighting battles and falling in love with princesses they never slept with.” He shrugged. “Everyone’s got a kink.”

Lana gave him an amused look. "A lot of the older Earth legends that we know were preserved through music. Chanted poetry and songs about heroes and gods, some of which eventually got written down.

"Actually, written tunes in the current Western notation style also started at about this time - the system of actually writing down notes in a way that anyone could understand began with the church wanting to standardize tunes and reuse them. So from this point forward, we have a much better idea of what music actually sounded like. Or what it was 'supposed' to, anyway. Though much transmission of music still happened person-to-person rather than via writing." Paper was expensive and fragile.

"Don't worry," she assured the class, "we won't make you try to pass a tune along like that. Although it could be interesting." Musical telephone! "Or dance, even though dance music was very popular." Between that and the bagpipes, all the fun things were out. "We have created a few of the older instruments, though, if you want to try your hand at them."

“Hell, we could probably let you make your own if we wanted to,” Atton said, amused. “Make a big wooden box, attach some strings to it...” He shrugged. “Anyway, have some troubadour music to lead us out. Then you get to mess around.”

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Wednesday, February 14th, 2024 08:45 am
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The instruments were back in the corner again, and Lana smiled at everyone as they settled. "So far we've been figuring out our instruments on our own, but of course a good deal of music involves more than one instrument. Duos, trios, bands - a lot of music is the result of people working together. You can play a chord on some instruments on their own, but you can also play single notes or related chords on others."

She picked up a page from the pile of music scores at the front. "We've got simple tunes here, and we'd like you to try to play them together. In groups of three for a while, and then we'll pick one and try to do it as a group. Try one as it is, then see if you can embellish a little without changing what everyone else needs to do. Let's practice listening to each other and working together, learning to harmonize and make it sound good."

"And once we get around to doing the whole group, I want you guys to go one after the other," Atton added. "So group A starts, group B and C listen. Group B joins in, group C keeps listening. And then by the end, we'll all play."

He tossed the class something that might have been half a genuine smile. "There's something pretty great about getting in tune with someone else," he said, "Feeling like they've got your back. Musically speaking. I'm hoping some of you people get that feeling today."

He cleared his throat.

"... Or you know, don't, and call the Hallmark police and tell them I said that."

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Wednesday, February 7th, 2024 08:14 am
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Anyone who came into class today would find themselves greeting by low chanting.

“Music is a part of many religious traditions,” Atton began, “And I’m not going to pretend I know all of them on this planet, let alone in the multiverse. But as far as the history of music by the ruling demographic of this country goes, Gregorian chant is a pretty good place to start. It was one of a number of types of chants performed by sects of the Christian religion during the eighth century, but as per usual politics got involved and declared it The Only Hot New Thing We’re Allowing On Our Block. Specifically, a guy named Charlemagne, who took over most of the European continent around the same time.”

He shrugged. “Music and politics: they go together like one really terrible, disgusting thing and one really nice, good thing,” he said. “Either way, after that, the tradition spread and it became the foundation of modern western music.”

"And you haven't even heard Sith opera yet," Lana said cheerfully. "The politics of that are terrible."

Atton glanced towards Lana. ”Now, it’s a really particular kind of sound,” he said. “We call it ‘monophonic’ - that means nobody tries to harmonize, it’s just people singing the same note in unison.”

"There are no instruments, either," Lana added. "Only voices. And often, especially in later chants, one syllable can contain a lot of different notes in sequence. Then there are some forms that are called 'responsorial'. That is, one singer sings a verse, and the rest of them respond with a refrain. Not that it's likely to make much sense to most of us, since the traditional ones here are in Latin, which is a language that's almost entirely scholarly these days. As is the musical form, honestly; it's mostly confined to religious orders and choirs. Not that modern musicians haven't had a bit of fun with it."

She smiled. "So why don't we? We've got any number of songs for you to listen to, and you can work with those or create your own, and let's try to add something to it, make it our own."

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Wednesday, January 31st, 2024 09:04 am
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“Today, we’re going to talk about chords.” Today’s Atton band shirt was Dream Theater, if anyone was keeping track. “Chords are combinations of two or more notes that, together, make a full sound. So full that punk bands only need about three of ‘em to string a whole song together.”

And that, class, was why the pianos and the guitars had gotten dragged out to the front today. “Chords are the foundation of most popular music on Earth today,” he said. “Every chord has a starting note, or root, and you build more of the sound on top of that note. In a basic major chord, you add what’s called a major third interval and a perfect fifth on top of that.”

He tapped a key on the piano in front of him. “So let’s say our root is C, then the third interval is four half-a-notes up, which gets us to E.” Another tap. “And the perfect fifth is three more semitones further down, which is… G.” Tap. “Major chords tend to sound pretty boisterous, maybe even a little cheerful. Their sadder, more emo little brother is the minor chord. That’s when instead of going four half-notes up, you go three.” He tapped the sequence again, but hit the E minor instead of the E. “See? I’m practically weeping already.”

"If you say so," Lana agreed. "Of course, this only applies to instruments that create notes, which doesn't include some percussion. Drums are rather major by default." Which wasn't even an intentional pun! "The piano is fairly easy to see how the notes relate and where there are half-notes, but for other instruments, you may have to figure it out." She could do her best to help, but her best was going to be mostly Google.

"There are different sorts of chords, of course," she continued, "some of them more pleasing than others, and each invoking a different sort of mood. So we've got some music here, short pieces in different keys with different sorts of chords. There are recordings of each that you can listen to and see how they make you feel, and then play them yourself."

She played the major key progression first, then the minor, and finally the modal.

Atton nodded along. "Finally, we've grabbed some easy punk songs for you guys to practice on," he said. "No percussion, though I'm not going to stop anyone who wants to get behind the drums. Let's make this a band for a day, huh?"

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Wednesday, January 24th, 2024 07:48 am
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“No one knows exactly when this planet discovered music, and maybe it’s just not something you can stick a date to,” Atton said. He still looked a little haggard, but most of the weekend’s twitchy energy had left him. “We know the first instruments scientists have found were flutes from ten thousands of years ago. But exactly what kind of music they made, we don’t know.”

"What we do know," Lana said, "is that music itself seems to be universal. Every species and culture has some sort of music of their own, even if it may not make sense to others. Instruments and melodies and rhythms are vastly different, but music itself is everywhere for as far back as we have history."

Atton shrugged. “Like a lot of history from Earth, we don’t have very specific knowledge of much before, say, a couple thousand years ago. People didn’t start writing down anything about music until about five thousand years ago, give or take, with the Sumerians. Songs were pretty simple back then, as far as we know. They factored into religious practices and some of these instruments were even worshipped as gods.”

He turned to the laptop sitting in the middle of the classroom. “Scientists have tried to replicate some of the music from that era,” he said. “Here’s an example. It’s a hymn to the Moon goddess, created by the people living in northern Syria at the time.” He looked to the class. “What can we say about this song? What stands out?”

"From the Xia dynasty, around four thousand years ago, there have been bells and a flute found. We don't know enough to reconstruct their music, but again, flute and drums seem to be the first instruments. The earliest complete composition we know of on Earth is the Seiklos epitaph. It's from a little less than two thousand years ago. It was found engraved on a pillar in what is today Turkey. What feelings do you think this was meant to evoke? How is it similar to and different from the Syrian tune?"

After they'd listened to them, Lana smiled. "Today why don't we try something a little different? Instead of all the different instruments, we've got an assortment of drums, bells, flutes, and whistles. Let's see what we can do with only them."

“Just do what feels natural,” Atton added, “And uh. Try not to think about yesterday too much if that’s bothering you or something.”

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Wednesday, January 17th, 2024 08:03 am
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“So we’re going to be trying to teach you a little bit of both theory and genre in this class,” Atton said. They were back in the Danger Shop, that large white plane with all the instruments in the corner. He stood in front of the blackboard, wearing an Opeth shirt this time, his arms crossed.

“Most of you probably know what the basic building blocks of music are. You’ve got the melody, which is a succession of sounds that forms kind of a sentence of sound, and the rhythm, which keeps the beat - one, two, three, four, that kind of thing. Oftentimes drums, but there’s a lot of ways to create rhythm. Leapfrogging off of that is the concept of harmony, which is the sound you get when you play multiple sounds at the same time. We tend to call that a ‘chord’ - for instance, hitting three piano keys at once.”

He eyed the class. “Any questions?” He didn’t think there would be, but see last class re: trying not to be a hardass.

“Sheet music is how music’s written down on Earth,” he continued. “It tries to capture both the melody and the rhythm." He pointed at the board, which had some musical notation written on it, and a couple of notes. “Those are the notes. How high up on the bar they are tells you what they’re supposed to sound like. Are they high notes, or low? The shape of the note tells you how long the note should be played - and thus informs the rhythm.”

"There are different keys that music uses," Lana said. "That is, a different relationship of notes that dictates the overall sound of a song, and often the mood. The simplest one is the one you see here." She waved at the board again. "One note per line and one per space, starting one line below what's called the staff. That's the key of C. The letters go from A to G and then start again. It's also the same as the white keys on a piano." She went over to one and played a scale.

"So, if I were going to play these notes, they'd look like this." She pointed to another section of the board, and then played it. It was 'Joy to the World'. "Which is a religious song from one of the holidays we've just passed. A lot of music on Earth is religious."

She pointed at the board again. "So this note is here." She played it on the piano. "The next one is here, and so forth. Today why don't we all try to figure out how the notes look on the instruments we've chosen? We can look up whatever we need it, and work it out together."

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Wednesday, January 10th, 2024 07:33 am
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Why would a music class meet in the Danger Shop? Well, hopefully the creative and wide assortment of musical instruments sitting in one corner of the vast white void of the Danger Shop provided an answer.

There were tables and chairs, too, of course. And two teachers. The dark-haired one wore a t-shirt that read Sepultura if you put enough effort into figuring out what the stylized lettering meant, and was leaning against the desk - the last remaining puzzle piece of the space. “Hi,” Atton said. “Welcome to the only class I’ve ever given that I’m not planning to be a hard-ass about.” Whether he would succeed? Well, time would tell. “This semester, we’re going to try and give you guys a broad background on music in general, but I expect you to branch out when you leave us.”

He crossed his arms. “So. Music class. Is it about making music, or is it about other people’s music? We figured both would be a good idea. Because if I hear something great, I think about how I might be able to do that, and I figure there’s at least some of you who might feel the same. But that doesn’t mean there’s any shame if you decide you don’t want to. The instruments are optional.”

We want you to feel something, class. )
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The students had all been handwavily e-mailed this morning, and there was a note on the door in case anyone missed it:

Class is cancelled today
on account of potentially dangerous Fandom oddities.
Avoid the skinless canines if you see them.
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Probably surprising nobody, the teachers were standing at the front of the room once again with a decent speaker setup. Jono was, as usual, leaning back against the desk with his arms crossed. It was comfortable there.

Hannibal nodded to the students, his own body language a bit more welcoming, Jono, and started. "Much of the music we've played so far has been a collaboration of various instruments. We could go into far too much depth about woodwinds, strings, percussion, and all the various types of instruments. However, the first instrument was the human voice."

Look, this topic just struck a chord with Jono, okay?Read more... )
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The stereo today seemed to be stuck on songs about sex (with a side of Murder Ballads), but eventually they managed to coax and bully it into doing what they wanted.

"Today, we are going to look ahead to prom tonight, and play songs about festive dances," Hannibal said. "While prom itself may be a fairly recent thing, humans have been coming together to celebrate with dancing for quite some time."

Dancing and popularity contests. )
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//Right, so,// Jono said, glancing sidelong at the little snowy angel... things... and trying not to dwell on them too much. He and Hannibal had had the class gather at the causeway; today they had a portal to catch. //Not all music is the sort that you'll tune in to on the radio. Sometimes, it comes as accompaniment to stories, as we've shown you a few times now.//

Because really, musicals were too easy on days when they weren't feeling it. So sue them.

"Not all such accompaniment tells the story itself," Hannibal said. "It can also simply help to set a mood or create the sense of events without overtly describing them. Symphonies often do this."

//And one sort of music that's been becoming increasingly symphonic over the years? Video Game Soundtracks.// Jono sounded all too pleased that he'd managed to swing this, this week. Not just the topic, the tickets, too. //I won't deny I've played a video game or two, and listening to the music from those games dredges up memories, not just of the stories in those games, but where I was when I was playing them, who I was with.//

Plenty of afternoons in the Massachusetts Academy basement, where Emma had let him set up his own personal domain. Ange and Ev had spent a lot of time down there. It certainly hadn't been him leaving those pizza boxes around.

//We're going to the symphony today,// he said, hands going into his pockets. //A somewhat unconventional symphony.//

Hannibal smiled and shook his head. "This music will be new for me as well," except for the things he still heard Jono playing some days, "but I'm given to understand it can be quite evocative. These symphonies are highly rated, and I hope you enjoy it."

//Through the portal, class,// Jono said as it opened nearby. //We're going to take in Video Games Live.//

He was confident even the cynics in the room would enjoy this one.
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It was another one of those days. The sort where Jono had taken one look at the weather and immediately decided, no, he did not want to haul a stack of CDs to the school, nor did he want to bother coming in early in order to cue up a few dozen songs in a playlist.

And Hannibal wasn't about to slog up here on his own for that, either.

Jono did have the get-up-and-go to just poke around YouTube, and he'd hooked one of the school's larger screens up to a computer. He'd deny up, down, and sideways that he knew how computers worked, but it was hard to keep up that illusion when he was rigging them to widescreens like a champ.

Hannibal wouldn't be likely to make him forget that, either. Your secret was out, Jono!

That said, it wasn't exactly working as planned, today.

//I was going to just play a bunch of music videos for songs about the weather,// he said, once the class came in and settled down. //Get some of those songs about Stealing Sunshine and whatnot going so that we can at least get some summer vicariously through Canadian alternative rock one-hit-wonders. But the television seems to be taking tips from my stereo back at the Groovy Tunes.//

He narrowed his eyes at it.

"Which is to say," Hannibal said, "that it seems to have developed a mind of its own. Rather than playing what we're asking it to, it's decided what it wants to play and refuses to be dissuaded."

And that thing was not Summery, no. Or even Spring-like.

Hannibal eyed the television and shook his head.

"So, we hope you enjoy White Christmas."
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//I trust you all survived China?// Jono looked faintly amused as he leaned back against the desk at the front of the classroom. //And your first week back from break. Brutal, innit? I feel lucky, unlike the rest of you,// and Hannibal, //I've only got to be in this building for one class a week.//

... He made up for that with trips back to New York to teach a class of young mutants, but those weren't details he really needed to share, were they?

//At any rate, we'll be jumping back into it again today, easing you into learning about music by re-introducing you to... well... music, I suppose.//

Read more... )
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There were no teachers in the classroom today. In fact, there was a note on the classroom door, at about knee-height.

Your teachers can't make it in today, multiversal weather patterns have caused portal delays and they're going to miss this class. Please instead enjoy this hour-long concert provided by one of Fandom's hottest up-and-coming bands!

If you had come to class this morning expecting something more educational than a band consisting of three squirrel drummers, an alot of kazoos, and one gremlin vocalist performing polka covers of Queen songs translated into Gremlish, maybe you wouldn't be disappointed, but you'd probably spend your time in the classroom being pretty bemused.


[OOC: Class cancelled on account of Air Canada, but feel free to ping in to watch the, uh, concert, if you like.]
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Hannibal nodded at the students once they were seated. "Last week, we watched a story told in music. Today we will also begin with a bit of opera. For those of you who may not be aware, opera is another musical form of drama. It tells a story entirely in song, accompanied generally by an orchestra."

He wrote a title on the board. "Today we will listen to some of La Bohème, an opera by a composer named Giacomo Puccini. It was originally performed in 1896, and set in Paris in the 1840s. It follows a story of several bohemians - artists and such - and the romance of two of them, Rodolfo and Mimi."

He explained the plot briefly and then played excerpts from a traditional production. When that was done, he said, "Also, there has been a more recent production, set in the 1950s. As one example of how to modernize opera, we have this."

//On the other end of the spectrum,// Jono said, leaning back against a desk and holding up a CD for the class to see, //we have a more modern retelling still, prevalent on the Broadway stage, by the name of meta for RENT. They took it, set it in New York, and then worked in current themes and issues, such as drug abuse and homosexuality, and had AIDS taking the place of the tuberculosis from the original.// He wasn't going to launch into an explanation of those things for the less modern-era-Earth students in the class, because they would never get through the syllabus otherwise. Occasionally, Jono could be relatively short-winded. //The result is a rock musical that draws parallels to La Bohème in everything from plot elements and character names to samples of the music itself. Here...//

Jono put the disc into the CD player, hit a few buttons, and stood back, letting La Vie Bohème begin to play. Not work or school appropriate? Did Jono look terribly as though he cared?

Did Hannibal? These were clearly the coolest teachers in school, you guys.

//Anyway, now that you've listened to three examples of the same, or at least a very similar story told differently over the years, I want us to take some time to discuss it. Talk about what emotions the three pieces made you feel, or discuss the differences in the lyrics and themes between them. If you want to listen to more of one or the other, feel free to ask, and we'll play whatever we have time for through the class period. If you have questions about any of the themes in any of the above, again, ask, and we'll do our best to answer whatever we can.//
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"We've had a bit of a week," Hannibal said, that as close to an apology as he would get.

//A bit,// Jono agreed, shaking his head a little. There had been a trip back to New York, and then he'd come back to flowers, which were a nice gesture, right up until Joni had gotten into them, and... Anyway, he wasn't about to justify the whole bloody week to the students, even as he leaned over a computer and poked around on the internet for a few moments. //So today, we're going to let you all rot your brains out on some pre-recorded entertainment, rather than doing whatever it is they're paying us for involving other pre-recorded entertainment.//

Meanwhile, Hannibal had lost sleep to a sick cat, so he had been in a bit of a mood when helping choose said pre-recorded entertainment. "Enjoy this day's program, which involves a story set to music. Musicals are a fairly popular form of entertainment these days, and some variation on them goes back for thousands of years."

//People enjoy stories and music, it stands to reason they'd enjoy both. Maybe we'll cover ballads or concept albums in a future class. For today, just enjoy the New York Philharmonic recording of that one about the demon barber.//

You know. That one. The one that made Jonothon facepalm the moment Hannibal had suggested it.

And yet they had still somehow agreed to play it. At least Hannibal considered his singing voice sub-par enough that he wouldn't be singing it for the rest of the week.

Really, though, it hadn't been too hard a sell. Once it was clear that they'd be watching the version with Patti LuPone, and there would be no Depp to be seen, Jono had been mostly on board.

Facepalming. But on board.

Enjoy, class.
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"So," Hannibal began. "There is a holiday coming up."

//Garbage holiday,// Jono muttered. //Overrated Hallmark holiday. Too commercial for its own bloody good, is what that holiday is.//

Yes, Jono. Whatever you said. )
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Hannibal stood alone at the head of the class today. "My husband unfortunately had some things to take care of is his home dimension, so you have only me today. So, instead of surveying music on one subject across a large period of time, we will be looking at a number of different regional styles of music."

On the screen at the front, he pulled up a large map of the world, split into the current political lines. "Since I know we have at least one of you currently unfamiliar with the world, this is an illustration of some of the diversity of the world. Furthermore, most of these countries have more than one ethnic group within them. Some have very many more."

He let that sink in a bit. "So, we will hardly be covering every group here. That would take more than an entire year, and we have only one class. Instead, we will be covering the world from A to Z, with as wide a spread as we're able. He grinned. "By which I mean, we will be listening to a different group for each letter of the English alphabet. I have attempted to go with more traditional modes of music, rather than completely modern popular songs, and have used those with lyrics, so that you may hear a bit of the language of each. While exploring their cultures is beyond our scope, I encourage you to ask questions, and to explore them each to your own satisfaction later. To that end..."

He passed out a flyer with the information on each group )
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"Welcome," Hannibal told the students. "I hope you've had a lovely week. And if not, well -"

//Today's topic is catharsis,// Jono finished. And he probably meant that they were discussing songs about it, as opposed to actively engaging in some manner of catharsis right there themselves. //Songs that people listen to when they need to vent.//

Catharsis! )
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Hannibal nodded at the students once they were settled in. "Last week, we discussed home - a place often romanticized and seen as nostalgic. This week, we discuss another subject which occasionally ends up romanticized, despite what you might think. War. There are any number of songs about war, its effects, its aftereffects, and the feelings it elicits. Today we'll be discussing those songs."

Cut for OMG these two never stop talking )
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One of these days, Jono would get to teach a class that wasn't first thing in the morning. Did anybody realize how cruel it was to give a first period class to a man who couldn't drink coffee? Still, he was here. And looking more or less functional this morning. Miraculously.

//Alright,// he said, giving a nod to the class. //Now that you've got a week of introductions behind you, hopefully you're ready to do some actual learning. This week, we're doing our obligatory class about songs about home.//

Home Sweet Home )

[OOC: Open!]
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Students arriving in the music room were greeted by the sight of their teachers - one in a superbly tailored and tasteful blue plaid wool three-piece and the other in black leather pants, black leather jacket, grey turtleneck, and fire.

There were also hot chocolate, coffee, and tea. It was cold out (as if Hannibal needed an excuse).

//Hello,// started the first instructor telepathically, //and welcome to Music Appreciation, which is more or less what it says on the tin. Hannibal and myself - I'm Jono, and he's Doctor Lecter to you - will be spending this term giving you all a crash course in different genres of music from different eras. Mostly what this means is that we sit around listening to and talking about different songs, composers, and bands, what might have influenced them, what about each piece grabs your interest or turns you off...that sort of thing.//

Clearly Jono had put a lot of thought into this spiel.

"As you might have guessed," Hannibal continued, "the two of us have very different tastes in music." Although they both liked Opeth. "My experience has for the most part been in traditional forms of music - orchestral, opera, and some gagaku, which is a Japanese form of music for those of you who may not be familiar with it. I've only been getting familiar with more modern music due to Jono's influence."

//Which, goes both ways, a bit,// Jono said. //I prefer modern alternative, grunge, and punk myself, but I'm familiar with practically anything that comes through my shop - I run the Groovy Tunes in town - so I'll be the one introducing you lot to everything from Pearl Jam to Patsy Cline. Modern folk, rock, rap...// He gave Hannibal a wry glance. //It's certainly not for everybody, but hopefully some of you will appreciate it all the same.//

"I also have some knowledge of modern experimental music," Hannibal added. He chuckled. "Which is also not for everybody, but perhaps we will try it." Because theremin was awesome.

"For today, I believe introductions are traditional. Let's go around the room, and if everybody would please tell us your name, why you're taking this class, and something about your favorite type of music. Also, if you play an instrument, I'm curious to know. Beginning myself, I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, I am teaching this class because I enjoy sharing music with others, and I prefer western orchestral music. I play the harpsichord and piano and the theremin."

//And I'm Jono Starsmore, teaching this class because I want an excuse to make everybody listen to Nirvana,// Jono added, a smile in his voice as he said it. //As I said before, I've got a preference toward alternative, grunge, and punk, but a soft spot for Pearl Jam especially. And I mostly just stick to guitar. Electric, usually. I can also play bass.//

He nodded to the first student. //Your turn.//
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//Wikipedia,// Jono began, once students seemed to have settled in the music room for the day, blithely skipping past any explanation for last week's absence or the CDs that the office gremlin had left to make up for it, //defines folk music as both traditional music, and the more modern genre of music that evolved from it in the 20th century. The traditional sort is also generally defined either as old music with no known composer, or music that has been passed around orally, or performed according to custom over time.//

Thank you for that, Wikipedia. Jono didn't like admitting that he knew what you were, but you were a godsend when he sucked it up and made use of you.

Folk Music! )

[Open! So, so, so many YouTube links within.]
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There would have been a class today. There was going to be a class today. Jono and Hannibal had totally prepared a thoughtful, poignant, and educational lesson for you all. But when students came to the classroom today they would find a note on the door, in the office gremlin's finest writing:

Ur teechurs R snekz. Ham a gud daye.

PS: Pleez take 1!


And then an arrow pointing down to a selection of burned CDs (recorded to and somewhat scorched at the edges) all piled up on the floor in front of the door.

They were all compilations of kids songs, with such timeless classics as "Five Little Ducks" and "I'm a Little Teapot," carefully selected by Bob the Gremlin for your listening pleasure.

No class today. Enjoy your music, kids.

[OOC: Yesterday happened. We'll return to our regularly scheduled music class next week.]
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If the teachers at the front of the class were looking a little disgruntled (and hungover) today, they could hardly be blamed for it. They were supposed to have been on their honeymoon.

"We weren't planning on having class today," Hannibal said a little grimly. "But we do have an excellent topic for music. Not to mention an awful lot of very good food."

Not all of their guests had been in the mood to eat yesterday.

//Today's topic is catharsis )
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Today, at the front of the classroom, Jono and Hannibal's students would be met with a television set, not a stereo system, and their two teachers standing not far from it.

At least TVs were lighter these days.

//So, you might've noticed the weekend was a little off,// Jono noted from his usual spot leaning back against the desk. //We were going to put together a lesson on sequential music telling a story, from opera to concept albums, but, er...//

They'd spent their entire weekend celebrating the fact that there were no children in the house. They did about as much lesson planning as one might expect.

"Our twenty-year-older selves had other priorities," Hannibal finished smoothly. "So instead, we have an example of sequential music telling a story."

//Those of you who mentioned an interest in musical theatre might be familiar with meta for Cabaret,// Jono said, holding up a DVD case for all to see. //In fact, we touched on it briefly last week in our discussions. We figured it would be an excellent example of musical storytelling.//

And they hadn't been able to find meta for Chicago on such short notice.

"Any of you that have objections to sexual subjects -"

//For any reason starting with 'age,' moving into 'general discomfort,' and ending at 'American prudishness,'// Jono helpfully supplied.

"- may feel free to leave at any time," Hannibal finished with an amused look at him. "Also, there is a good deal of treatment of racism, fascism, and other subjects that you may find objectionable. I hope we may discuss them after. Should you feel the need to leave, it will in no way affect your grade."

So, at least there was that. Jono waited for a moment, in case anybody wanted to take off to actually make use of that long weekend that most of the rest of America had, and then he lifted the remote and hit 'play.'
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Hannibal nodded at the students once they were settled in. "Last week, in the course of discussing home, we mentioned war a few times. There are any number of songs about war, its effects, its aftereffects, and the feelings it elicits. Today we'll be discussing those songs."

Cut for OMG these two never stop talking )
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//Alright,// Jono said, nodding to the class once it looked as though everyone had settled in. //You've got a week of classes behind you, now. Hopefully any of you who are new to the island have started to settle in, and those of you who aren't new might be adjusting to the new scenery out past the water. So it seems perhaps a little fitting that this week, we'll be discussing music that talks about home.//

Home Sweet Home )

[OOC: Open!]
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"Good morning," Hannibal greeted them all. He was dressed as usual in a three-piece suit of a fairly subtle plaid with a paisley tie and differently patterned shirt. It somehow all worked. "Welcome to the first summer term, and the first class of that term, Music Appreciation. Introductions are traditional, and we've the advantage you won't have gotten tired of them yet."

Cut for length of talking because Hannibal and Jono. )
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Hannibal nodded and smiled to the students as they took their seats. "This is traditionally the week where we are supposed to have some sort of an exam for you, to prove you've learned what we've had to teach. However, I've already had you discover your own music, and I imagine we have as little desire to grade essays as you would to write them."

Possibly less.

Jono had been a snake in Glacia for the past four weeks. He really didn't want to grade essays, thank you. Jono was mostly just itching to do something with his hands, because he had really, really missed having those.

Instruments! )

[Open!]
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There was only one teacher at the front of the class today, and Hannibal nodded at the students as they took their seats.

"Good morning. Mr. Starsmore is...indisposed in one of the ways unique to this island, which is to say, he is currently a snake, and so will not be here today. Hopefully, he will return next week. I had hoped to be able to find a full range of music for you all, but my knowledge of the sorts of music he prefers is dubious to say the least."

He waved at the stations he'd set up around the room. "So. Today we will try something different. These are all connected to a number of music sites from around the Internet. If you need help navigating them, please ask. Sometimes the best way of finding music you enjoy is to discover it yourself. So, listen to whatever you like, browse through the music. Your assignment for today is to find at least one song you enjoy that you did not previously know, and to play it and explain why it is that you chose it."

Welcome to Hannibal's idea of a movie day.
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Probably surprising nobody, the teachers were standing at the front of the room once again with a decent speaker setup. Jono was, as usual, leaning back against the desk with his arms crossed. It was comfortable there.

Hannibal nodded to the students, his own body language a bit more welcoming, Jono, and started. "Much of the music we've played so far has been a collaboration of various instruments. We could go into far too much depth about woodwinds, strings, percussion, and all the various types of instruments. However, the first instrument was the human voice )
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It had taken years of experience with some of the island's stranger points for Jono to be able to stand at the front of the classroom and deliver a lecture without so much as a fidget, given some of the things he'd gotten up to with his co-teacher last week.

//You're probably at least aware of the stones that a good many people around the island wound up carrying around for a few days last week. If you aren't… I'll teach you how to use a radio. If you're in a class about music appreciation and don't know how, I apologize profusely; I've let you down as a teacher.// Thanks for that, Jono. //These crystals, whatever they were, toyed with people's emotions, left people bouncing from relaxed to frustrated to anxious and… so on. And that set the topic for today's class quite neatly. This week, we'll be talking about the emotional aspect of music- music that's written specifically for the purpose of appealing to a person's feelings.//

Feeeeeeeelings! )

[Open! Post is, as usual, rife with the YouTube links.]
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//Wikipedia,// Jono began, once students seemed to have settled in the music room for the day, //defines folk music as both traditional music, and the more modern genre of music that evolved from it in the 20th century. The traditional sort is also generally defined either as old music with no known composer, or music that has been passed around orally, or performed according to custom over time.//

Thank you for that, Wikipedia. Jono would have had a hell of a time defining it otherwise.

Folk Music! )

[Open! So, so, so many YouTube links within.]
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Hannibal nodded at the students once they were seated. "Today we will begin with a bit of opera. For those of you who may not be aware," he nodded at the students from other worlds, "opera is a musical form of drama. It tells a story in song, accompanied generally by an orchestra."

Read more... )
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Students filing into the music room today would be greeted to the sight of two very different looking teachers, one clad in a superbly tailored and tasteful blue plaid three-piece and the other wearing more leather than was probably strictly necessary, even for a man who was on fire under all of those wrappings.

They would also be met with what was presumably pizza, though Jonothon seemed to be giving it a side-eye as he started to speak.

Introductions Day! )

[Open!]
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It was a beautiful day to be upon the high seas, or the low seas, or--as Jack privately thought of them--the medium seas around Fandom.

"You came back!" he said from up in the rigging as the students climbed aboard the ship. "How absolutely delightful!" He leaped down to land on the deck. "I forgot a tiny little oversight last week--" students from his last class would know what was coming, "and so I have arranged for more appropriate attire"--and that was certainly debatable--"for you to wear while serving aboard the Red Lobster."

Once the students had changed, Jack stood before them. "Very well! Let us sing!"

His song choice might leave the students questioning his sanity, if they hadn't begun to already:

Cut for so. many. lyrics )

Just another morning in Fandom.
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“Good day, cherubs!” Jack said, waving at his students with one hand as the other held onto the mainsail of his new ship. “This is the Red Lobster,” he continued grandly, waving at the brig with no small amount of pride. “I won it in a game of chance.” If by “game of chance” one meant “stole like a pirate did if you didn’t watch your ship carefully.” Jack was a big fan of the concept of finders keepers.

“Today is our first class on singing like genuine pirates,” he said, leaping down to land on the deck, “so haul yourselves up here using yonder ropes and grab hold of these even better ropes and repeat after me:

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.


As he sang, Jack pulled rhymatically on the rope, beginning to hoist the mainsail into place. Once the class went through the song the first time, Jack waved his hand at Puck and said, “Carry on! I have important captaining to do,” then wove off down the deck.

Puck stared after him, and promptly said, "Sweet. I'm in charge. Okay, I'm not a big fan of that first-day introduction crap -- I already know you if I want to. But I bet he wants us to do something like that, so, um...your name, your grade, and your favorite type of music. And what you think this boat should be renamed to. I'll go first. I'm Puck, I'm a junior, and I like classic rock." He winked at that, because apparently he thought he was cool for that detail. "And I say we name the boat after me, which is what I'm gonna do if I don't like anyone else's suggestion.

Never mind that they'd be keeping the original name because Puck had no authority here. He pointed at random, saying, "You go next."

[Cowritten with the fabuloous Fry, who's AFK and made the mistake of leaving me in charge, mwahahaha. I'm in and out throughout the day tomorrow!]
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Glinda looked a mite teary as everyone assembled for the class. "Students, thank you for such an amazing semester," she began, "and welcome to our guests. I hope everyone has enjoyed their time in my class, and I look forward to your presentations. Let's begin, so we can all enjoy the weekend a little sooner!

"Oh, and don't forget about the snack table!"

[OCD is FINALLY up, SP likely due to the HOMGWHOA storm in my area]
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"Right," Glinda said, "performances are next week. I look forward to what you will show for each of your pieces. Today you will have free time to work on your project, and ask me questions about it, if you so desire. Please work quietly, and take as much of the food as you like."

Glinda had gotten creative today, and all the food and drinks were items that were referenced in songs: cherry Coke, slider cheeseburgers, canned peaches, candy, pizza and pasta fazool.

Yes, she had no bananas.

[OCD up!]
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"You know that little piece of paper that I handed around at the beginning of the semester?" Glinda trilled, the happy turned up a little too high, as everyone shuffled into the workshop room. "Well, forget last week. And this week. What I want you to do is this. First, take a popcorn ball-" which were roughly the size of meta for Garfield after a lasagna binge- "from this tray. Second, a glass of iced tea from this one. Third, listen to the lecture. )
[OCD is up!]
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Glinda had a stereo system set up, along with iced coffees and raspberry cheesecake brownies. "Welcome back, everyone," she said, cheerily. "Today, we are going to be discussing music and mood." She began walking around the students, while continuing on.

"In the movies and theater not that I would know anything about that last one, music is vital. When a character is not speaking, music sets the tone for the scene. In horror films, it sometimes acts as a warning to the audience- beware, for the killer is about to strike!" She leaped at the nearest student, to give them a jump, and then laughed. "In other spots, it can establish the tone of a location." She paused. "For your assignment today, you are going to listen to three pieces and write down the three feelings or emotions that you experienced while listening. After everyone is done, we will discuss the pieces, and why one person may have felt one way while another felt completely different." She tapped her staff on the ground and headphones appeared in front of everyone. "Let's begin."

[OCD up in a moment and if you're at work and your computers aren't allowed to access Youtube, the activity will have to wait until you get home]

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Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU


Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun





Disclaimer

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