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fandomtownies2010-02-02 02:46 pm
furnaceface) wrote in fandomtownies2010-02-02 02:46 pm
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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday
Jono had gone to the trouble of lugging his guitar all the way to the Groovy Tunes more out of habit today than any real need to bury himself in music. After all, there was so much sitting around reading Guitar World Magazine that he could do over the course of a day.
One of these days, he'd just give in and buy another amp and a second guitar, to leave here at the shop.
Today, however, Jono and his Strat were going to occupy themselves by playing some Bauhaus. He'd been inspired by class yesterday, perhaps. Mitchell's 'Gilbert' program was an annoying bloody git, yes, but Jonothon really couldn't fault him his taste in music.
[The OCD, as usual, is hiding. Possibly in the Hollow Hills.]
One of these days, he'd just give in and buy another amp and a second guitar, to leave here at the shop.
Today, however, Jono and his Strat were going to occupy themselves by playing some Bauhaus. He'd been inspired by class yesterday, perhaps. Mitchell's 'Gilbert' program was an annoying bloody git, yes, but Jonothon really couldn't fault him his taste in music.
[The OCD, as usual, is hiding. Possibly in the Hollow Hills.]
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The music made her grin as she walked in the door. "Oh, hey, this sounds pretty good."
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And, perhaps, as a bit of a brat as well.
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Mostly, though, it was the winning combination of music and Didi that rarely seemed to fail to pick up Jono's mood. He'd probably revert back to 'shadowy scary thing' mode once she left him to his own devices again.
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On him, they were, too. Not that she was the best judge of fashion, given her wardrobe was exactly as trendy as black jackets and black jeans ever were, but ... she thought he made bandages look good.
Her eyes darkened in sympathy. "Oh? I talked to Jake, too. What did he have to say for himself?"
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//Well, I suppose, if yer fancy yerself a nose person,// said the boy whose most prominent remaining facial feature was just that. Go figure. //Anyhow, he's bigger'n I am.//
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"I wasn't going to point that out," she laughed. "It's not like you're short. He's just ginormous."
"And" -- she reached out to bop his nose -- "I am absolutely a nose person. Noses and eyes."
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//Well, it's good to know that I'm not in a position to disappoint, in that regard,// he decided, quite amiably. //Now all yer need to do is decide that yer a bit of a pyromaniac with a taste for leather bondage, and we're all set.//
... Oh, Jono.
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"... bondage?" she asked, folding her arms and smirking. She was more curious to hear how he'd explain that one than anything else.
[OOC: Heading home, back in a couple hours!]
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... Or fortunately. It all depended on your point of view, here.
//Well, if yer want me to get technical about it, the bandages really are just to hold a bit of me back a little, luv.//
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The next strings his pick touched? Were totally playing out the same little tune as that canned sad trombone sound effect that was inevitably featured at least once an episode in most horrible 80s and 90s sitcoms.
He was a product of his day and age. Sometimes, it showed better than others.
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Which was possibly likely over at the Trooper Station. Heck, it was probably likely pretty much anywhere in town on this island. But he was trying to be polite, or something, perhaps.
//If yer want a theme song, then I absolutely wouldn't mind playin' one for yer. Though I have to wonder what th'point might be, tryin' to impress people-or rodents- who are so terribly bent on sneakin' about and payin' attention without yer say-so.//
He was teasing.
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The tune was soft, but deliberate. Something that seemed as though it could be right at home in the background of some epic Disney coming-of-age movie. Possibly better performed by a piano or something of the sort, but there was only so much that he had at his disposal, here.
//Feel free to offer suggestions,// he added. //Mostly, I'm just playing around.//
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Tell her that's because she's sort of brittle, Jono. We dare you.
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This was one of those occasions, and all talk of brittleness was going to be tabled for Another Time. Because he was not stupid.
//A little faster, and a little lower, then? Are yer hopin' for some great epic, then?// His playing picked up, he was all too happy to oblige, of course. It was avoiding the 'great epic' part at the moment, however. It seemed more as though he was going for something with an up-tempo, almost ska flavour to it.
... Only with a bit more distortion, due to the glory and wonder of electric guitars and amplifiers.
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"Doesn't everyone want their life to be a great epic?" Didi asked as she started swiveling her hips to the ska rhythm thing. "Well, either that or a cartoon soundtrack. I could go for either one."
"What would the you-and-me song sound like?"
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... No. No it wouldn't.
He directed a playful glance her way, and then his tune pulled a complete turnaround, until, while still up-tempo and even a little playful sounding, it had adopted a tone that was decidedly more punk-rock.
Essentially, it was very happy fuck-the-world music.
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And giggling. Because when you were la'ing and your boyfriend was making up a song, and you couldn't sing, giggling was pretty much required.
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Singing was completely overrated when you could have your own mostly instrumental guitar solo. Especially when it only sounded better with girlfriend giggles. It was law.
//Yer know, I actually think this is something of a masterpiece?//
Insert abuse of the whammy bar, here.
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... not high praise, no, but she looked pleased in a way that made up for the teasing.