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So I've been finding myself seeking out dance/techno music lately, artists such as Alice DJ and Darude. I find that it is a music style that is very good at evoking emotions. I find it helps when I'm writing to have some on in the background, especially when it has no words or just bits of words here and there.
The thing about the techno music is that it seems to be directed at the emotions more than anything else. Much of it doesn't have words, but when I listen to it I feel like there is something happening, like there is a story going on and as you're watching it this is the music playing in the background, and if I listen hard enough sometimes the story tells itself to me, and it can be very moving.
Or maybe I'm just crazy, I don't know. The point of the story is that I am very into techno right now.
posted by Pants since 1986 @ 8:15 p.m.
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3 Comments:
I'd say " crazy "
If you wanted a story, why didn't you just say so?
There once was a man from Nantucket,
NO, that won't work... ummm...
Once apon a time there were three little eskimos: Papa Eskimo, Mamma Eskimo, and Baby Eskimo. They made some soup and went out to ice fish. Then a klondike bear, Whitey Fur, came in and saw thier soup. He tried to drink Papa Eskimo's soup, but it had been frozen for 12 minutes. He then tried to drink Momma Eskimo's soup, but it had been frozen for 19 minutes. He then tried to drink Baby Eskimo's soup, and it was just right. Then Whitey Fur noticed some snow chairs, and went to sit in Papa Eskimo's, but it broke because it was made for a 104 pound eskimo, and not a 986 pound klondike bear. He then went and sat in Momma Eskimo's chair, and it broke, because it was made for a 88 pound eskimo, and not a 983 pound klondike bear. He then looked for Baby Eskimo's chair, but it was missing because Whitey Fur peed on it in between trying papa eskimo's and mamma eskimo's chairs. Next, Whitey Fur got tired, so he tried to sleep on the patch of ground usually reserved for Papa Eskimo to sleep, but it was too icy and hard. Then he tried to sleep on the patch of ground usually reserved for Mamma Eskimo to sleep, but it was too snowy and soft. Then he tried to sleep on the patch of ground usually reserved for Baby Eskimo to sleep, and it was just right. Whitey Fur fell fast asleep.
A little while later the Eskimo family came back, ready to de-thaw their soup in the microwave. Papa Eskimo was particularly upset because he got skunked at fishing. They went to the table, and Papa Eskimo said "Somebody has been looking at my soup!", and Momma Eskimo said "somebody has been looking at MY soup.", then Baby Eskimo said, "Sombody has been looking at my soup, and they drank it all up!". Then the Eskimo family, feeling very discouraged, walked over to their chairs. "Somebody has completely flattened my chair." said Papa Eskimo. "Somebody has completely flattened MY chair." said Momma Eskimo. "Somebody has made lemon snow cones out of my chair!" said Baby Eskimo. They all decided they were too tired to find more of their lives ruined, so they walked over to the beds. Papa Eskimo saw his bed, and said "Somebody has been sleeping in my bed." Momma Eskimo said "Somebody has been sleeping in MY bed." Baby eskimo said, "Hey! this isn't lemon!", and as his parents gave him an awkward look, he broke the silence with: "And somebody IS sleeping in my bed!"
With that noise, Whitey Fur woke up, and starteled the Eskimos. Panic broke loose. Baby Eskimo kicked Whitey Fur in the junk, then Whitey Fur swiped his paw, and sent the eskimo family flying. They flew 20 feet, and landed one on top of each other. after some running around and shenanigans, everyone got eaten. The only one left standing was Dudley The Dragon, who was flying over head, and swooped down for a snack when he saw a rather tasty looking eskimo pie and klondike cone.
The End
Yeah Darrell, maybe you should stick to dance/techno music for your stories.
Hey Darrell! hows it going?
I havent seen you around lately so thought I'd say "hi".
hope things are going well for you!
ashleigh
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