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hotvintagepoll · 2 months

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Ruby Myers (Typist Girl, Cinema Queen)— I just recently saw a documentary about her and thought that besides being really pretty, she had a very interesting life. She was born in the early 1900s in India to a Baghdadi Jewish family, and became the first woman to act in an Indian silent film. In the 1930s she started her own film production house, Rubi Pics, way before most female producers in Hollywood broke through. More info can be found in this Golden Globes webpage on her life [link]

Ginger Rogers (Swing Time, Top Hat)—Look I’ll level with you, I’ve never seen her in a musical and I know that she’s an amazing dancer and she’ll be even hotter when I finally watch Top Hat but I’m not submitting her as a dancer I’m submitting her as an ACTRESS. Her comic timing is impeccable!!!!! She’s full to bursting with life and in every role she seems to be having FUN, you can practically feel the twinkle in her eye. With her natural warmth it’s like she’s letting you in on the joke, y’all get to have this fun together! Making me laugh is hot!!! [If you'd like to see Ginger dance, videos below the cut]

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Ruby Myers:

Ginger Rogers propaganda:

She needs no introduction! An undeniable powerhouse on the dancefloor, and no less talented an actress. I once watched a compilation of cinema's greatest dance scenes and one of her and Fred Astaire's dances was featured, and one of the talking heads said he pitied her for 'having to keep up with him' - or something to that effect. Bullshit, I cry. Ginger Rogers was his absolute equal, and underplaying her incredible skill is downright criminal. I want the 'Cheek to Cheek' sequence from Top Hat to be permanently burned into my memory.

"Backwards in high heels", as the saying goes (though the pedant in me must point out that she in fact spent her fair share of time leading or dancing side-by-side). One of the earliest twinkle-toed ladies of the silver screen, and in terms of acting/persona, her balance of wide-eyed cuteness and movie-star glamour has never quite been replicated.

we all know her beloved string of musicals with fred but ginger also has an extensive and varied non-fred filmography that she's great in! a few ginger moments that are important 2 me personally ginger singing “we’re in the money” in gold diggers of 1933, complete with a verse in pig latin bc this whole movie is kinda mocking the concept of anyone actually being in the money in 1933; ginger and una merkel singing a verse of “shuffle off to buffalo” in 42nd street, providing some statler & waldorf-esque commentary on newlyweds from the upper berth of a railway car (interesting that belly was apparently a risque word in 1933 - maybe its bc the lyric is innuendo-ing about out of wedlock pregnancies - and that panties was a term for men’s underthings!); a favorite fred & ginger number

Ginger Rogers could do everything! She could sing, dance and act. She was hilarious in comedies, moving in dramatic roles (she won an Oscar for Kitty Foyle in 1940) and absolutely gorgeous!

Listen, no shade to Fred Astaire at all, but she both kept up with him step for step and then later went on to WIN AN OSCAR FOR ACTING. (which he did not.) truly a double threat!!!

One of the best dancers in Hollywood! Her work with Fred Astaire is just incredible.

ONE LINE: "Everything Fred did, Ginger did backwards and in heels" AND THEYRE RIGHT! Rogers was a total dance badass, and a lot of movie buffs know the story, but the Never Gonna Dance number from Swing Time took almost 50 takes, and allegedly by the end of filming it her white shoes had been stained pink because her feet were bleeding. As a note, she looks crazy gorgeous in this number. Watching these two dance is insane. They match up to each other in a way my mom describes as "divine" and she's right. DANCE NUMBERS!

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Let's Call The Whole Thing Off (Shall We Dance, 1937, dancing starts at 3:14, they're in ROLLERSKATES)

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(Ginger Rogers is the hottest woman ever to live in this number. seeing this as a teenager altered my brain chemistry)

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(also watch her feet and how she moves opposite Astaire in this one. We all know our boy Freddie had that precision demon but jesus christ Miss Rogers, let a girl live!)

Pick Yourself Up, Swing Time 1936 (Everyone's seen this one but by god you are going to see it AGAIN!)

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Shall We Dance, 1937 (duet begins at 2:34)

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Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, Roberta 1935 (There's just something about Ginger Rogers in a slick black dress man)

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The Continental, The Gay Divorcee 1934

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God she's MAGIC in this one.

Gay Divorcee's Ending Montage 1934The infamous table and chairs spin happens at about 0:49. Pay CLOSE attention to her in this bc it looks like witchcraft and I feel lightheaded whenever I watch this movie bc shes THAT awesome.

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She is a miracle to watch. Sorry for the sheer amount of clips. My entire family is like madly in love with Ginger Rogers.

#ruby myers #ginger rogers #fuck that old woman #hotvintagepoll #ladies 2 #Youtube

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sgt-morgan · 2 years

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Tired 😴

Moonknight Masterlist

Summary: you and your Moonknight get a night off from your baby, it Leads to some syrupy sweet adult fun times.

A/N: sexy times for grownups under the cut. 18+ ONLY! This is my first hella explicit fic, be kind. Y’all have been diggin DD lately, and I got another really good one coming, but I couldn’t finish it till I got this one done. This is inspired by Taylor Swift and the Midnights album because soft sleepy sex is the vibe of this album. Also, I love Moonknight😍🖤✨ still in the Estrellita verse.

Warnings: AFAB reader, Oral (F receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (m+f, wrap it before you tap it, but I’m not your mom so you know.), unrealistic portrayal of DID as made cannon by the show. If I missed something lmk and I’ll add it.

You and the boys were tired to say the least. Baby girl Rory was not exactly the calmest child, and knowing her parents, you shouldn’t be shocked. Your days were spent in bliss chasing around a little girl who seemed to have boundless energy. She was just about two now, you were thinking about having another, and we’re honestly actively trying. You couldn’t imagine another little one just yet, but you knew that another addition to your family would be sweet. The boys loved having a mini you running around, and you love how wonderful they were at being a father to your child. Your parents thought you were due for another as well, and they believed the same for your sister and her husband. Rory and Cassie needed someone to grow up with, a sister or brother. So, you get a break this evening, your parents strange and pushy way of telling you that you should probably work on having another kid while you have the chance. Your parents were taking the two grandkids to the zoo, and having a sleepover. So, taking advantage of your luck this particular evening, the adults went out for a double date. You got dinner at some Indian food place that Steven had heard about from Matt Murdock, and it was delicious. It was nice to have adult conversation that didn’t have the constant intervention of tiny children. Then, Andreas had scored some tickets to a Latin music dance night at some club that specialized in vintage big band stuff. It was so fun, you danced the night away with all three of your boys, each one making an appearance to steal you for a dance, but when you got home, it was still Jake fronting, and you were both exhausted.

You kicked off your shoes and ditched your bra and dress, pulling on one of Marc’s shirts, while they shed theirs. Then, you flopped onto the bed with a sigh and Jake was quick to follow. “Cariño, muévete. Estoy cansado y tus muslos son una almohada perfecta.” You huffed a laugh and stretched out your legs. Jake nuzzled in with a smile and a bite to your inner thigh making you giggle.

“Hey down there, I’m trying to enjoy the silence.” You laugh a bit as he nuzzled his face into your stomach, biting you again before he puffs a sigh of his own.

“Okay, Lo siento. I’ll behave.” He relents, wrapping his arms around your middle with a contented rumble, as your fingers wrap themselves in his hair. You were enjoying the quiet, conversing back and forth softly as you continued to play with his hair while he and the others drew patterns on your stomach. They easily switched back and forth in conversation, all sort of fronting at once with an easy cadence that didn’t require much work.

“What should she be for Halloween? I’m guessing we can’t get away with a pumpkin again this year.” You sighed.

“Oh man, I mean, what did we do for Purim? We can reuse a costume?” Marc shrugged.

“No way Marc! That’s sacrilege! We gotta do a family costume.” You laughed as he shuttered.

“No way, I won’t be caught dead.” Marc grumbled. You felt his muscles loosen slightly and with a grumble Steven spoke up.

“I will though! You don’t gotta front for the holiday if you’re gonna be a grumpy gills.” He huffed.

“Ooh! Steven! There’s an idea love! What about Nemo?” You squealed. “I can be Dory you can be Marlin and she can be Nemo!”

“Joder, no. I won’t be un pez.” Jake groaned.

“Party pooper.” You pouted, tugging slightly at his hair. He growls and bites you again and you loosen your grip with a yelp. Maybe we do Bluey?”

“Ha! And she’s Bluey? No way, our daughter is a muffin and you know it.” Marc laughed and you gasped dramatically.

“Marcus Angelica Spector. Never again will you speak such blasphemy in my home.” You said smacking him on the shoulder as he buried his head in your stomach with a chuckle.

“Ooh! ¿Qué pasa con la familia Addams?” Jake gasped, looking up at you with a mischievous smile. “How about it Cara Mia?” He wiggled his eyebrows, and you snorted.

“Yeah, yeah. You just wanna see me in a dress cut down to Venezuela.” You cackled. “Not a chance in hell hotshot!”

“We should do the Princess Bride! She can be an ROUS!” Steven grinned and you laughed again.

“My daughter is not dressing up as a rat!” You were near tears with all this teasing, you always laughed more when you were tired. The boys thought it was adorable.

“We could do shitty superhero costumes! Like the Punisher or Dare Devil?” Jake muttered.

“We wear shitty superhero costumes every day. Give it a rest, guy.” You snort.

“Speak for yourself! Our costume is sexy as fuck cariño.” Jake laughs and you roll your eyes, smacking him over the head. He gave an exaggerated ‘ow!’ And pecked a kiss on your thigh.

“Oh! Wait! What about uhh… JURASSIC PARK!” Marc exclaimed.

“Wait! That’s actually brilliant!” Steven laughed.

“We’re gonna be the couple and she’s gonna be Un dinosaurio? That’s kinda cute.” Jake chuckled.

“I’m ordering a costume now. It’s settled.” You grinned, Amazon pulled up on your browser.

“Is your sister dressing up?” Marc questioned, pulling your leg up over his shoulder so he could cuddle closer to your saccharine sweet body heat.

“Oh of course,” you scoffed, “They’re doing Toy Story. They’re gonna be Jessie, Buzz, and the Forky thing. Cassie is obsessed.” You snorted.

Then you began to settle in a soft silence, you were blearily scrolling your phone, eyelids beginning to droop, yawns so forceful tears were dripping off the end of your nose and you swiped them away and began to bite at your fingertips. You were falling asleep. They couldn’t let you do that when you looked this good, this… delicious. He began to press his nose up your thigh, while you kept trying to pick a good Dino costume that would fit your baby while fighting off sleep. Jake looked up to see if you’d caught on to their hints yet, but you were so adorably tired, you hadn’t noticed.

Steven started softly placing kisses on your inner thigh, and you were still distracted by your phone, heedless of the inner battle the boys were fighting.

‘Listen, only one of us needs to be doing this, we get distracted when we all try to front during sex.’ Marc muttered.

‘True, but you got to last night,’ Steven grumbled.

‘You’re one to talk, you got to this morning!’ Marc grumbled. What they both hadn’t realized, was Jake had already taken charge of the situation.

“Ahí está mi chica favorita.” He had worked his hand up your thigh and pulled your panties aside, sliding two fingers gently through your glistening folds. You jerked away from your phone to look down at your husband, biting your lip. “Esta chica me ha dado todas mis cosas favoritas en esta vida, debería apreciarla, ¿no debería amar?” He cast his hooded gaze up at you, and placed a heated kiss to your thigh.

“Mmmhmm, yes Papi.” You moaned softly, suddenly dropping your phone to your side table when he started to slowly circle his fingers around your sensitive clit . His heady stare had moved to your glistening center, and you whimpered out a moan.

“Don’t worry Mammi, I got you. You just relax, you seemed so tired, wanted to send you off to sleep the right way.” Jake muttered, continuing to stroke at your bundle of nerves while you squirmed and clawed at his hair. Jake could vaguely feel the other two watching him work from the head space and he smirked, better show em how it’s done.

He started by lazily licking a long stripe up your slit, nose brushing faintly at your clit, hand resting right above your pussy, thumb nudging when his nose wasn’t as he teased at your spasming hole with his tongue. He reveled in your sleepy moans, taking his time to pull you apart on his mouth. He started circling your little bud in earnest with his tongue, free hand moving to nudge his fingers into your hole. You were positively dripping, and when he slipped his fingers finally sheathed themselves in your warm wet cunt you tugged his hair, and he groaned. His sound moving so deliciously throughout your sex making you see stars. His slow lazy buildup really was doing it for you. He was so comfortably tucked between your thighs, his 5o’clock shadow rubbing you just the right way. The sleepy haze of your loving conversation burned away to such divine passion, you wondered why you even went out tonight when you could have been doing this the whole time.

Jake looked up and saw just how beautiful you looked as you were beginning to unravel, the way you bit your lip, eyes scrunched closed in delicious bliss. He revered the mixed scent of you in his bed. The way your skin faintly smelled of him from the way you pressed against him all evening, rolling those hips as you danced. The sight of you in their clothes drove them all wild, but your messy hair and smuged lipstick from an evening of soft affection truly blew his mind. You’re so pretty like this, he wants to see you cum. He started fucking you with his finger in earnest, rolling his tongue in just the right way until you-

“Oh shit, Jake!” You gasped and the band that had been slowly tightening in your belly snapped. Jake’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he eagerly took everything you were giving, lapping at you up until you pulled him off with a lewd pop.

“Mmm, you’re always so sweet mi Vida.” He hummed pressing into you for a devastating, toe curling, kiss that had you worked up all over again. “Think you can handle a little more?” You nodded with a moan, feeling the heat of his gaze leaching into you tired bones with a revitalizing warmth that tingled up your spine and blushed your cheeks. “Ugh, you’re so soft tonight.”

Jake sighed as you sunk your face into the warmth of his neck, raising your hips to let him pull your soaked panties from you. You whimpered a moan as he ran his hands up your sides, shoving your shirt up as he went, forcing your face from its hiding place. Your foreheads rested together as he pulled his own pants from his hips and flung your offending clothing across the room, as if any extra fabric in this moment was an insult, and when he made you feel this good without it? Maybe it was. He cradled your head as he lay you on the pillows, admiring your hair haloing around you, crowning you the goddess he held you in his gaze to be. His hands caressed your curves, your hips, your waist, those breasts that fit so perfectly in his hands. He sucked one into his mouth as you carded one hand through his hair and scratched another down his back. He was painfully aroused at this point. It was a mercy he wasn’t going to hold out long, because with the pillowy softness of your body laid out before him in this hazy twilight? He was just as likely to fall asleep on you as he was to fuck you, and he desperately wanted to fuck you. Your legs spread invitingly and he rolled his member through your folds a couple times, slicking himself with your essence. He could feel how wet and ready you were for him, the inviting heat of your sex a siren song to the home he’d made in your body, in your heart.

“Dios mio, cariño. I could live in this cunt for all time and still never want to leave.” He growled, sinking himself to the hilt and setting a steady pace. You wrap your arms around him with a gasp, and sink your teeth into his shoulder as he continues to sink into you at a steady pace. He groans again and picks up his pace. You were both coming to your peaks very quickly, and this slow lazy sex was really, really doing it for you. The intimacy and the love in every movement of Jake’s body only making you hotter, winding you up to a crest that you couldn’t wait to fall over. You hear him mumble that he’s close and you moan your assent. When he presses his thumb to your clit and softly kisses your forehead, you fall off the ledge and you can feel his hips stutter as he follows you to his finish. He continues to roll his hips, working you both through your stellar highs.

“Damn,” he pants, pulling out of you and rolling you over to lay on his chest. “That was…” you huff a laugh and snuggle into his chest, leaving a kiss on his collar bone.

“We should have lazy sex more often, that was great.” You chuckle.

Jake rolls out of bed as you doze, you hear the sink and a few moments later, you gasp as he cleans you up. You make your way to the bathroom, and Jake throws the washcloth to the basket in the corner of the room, excusing himself to the balcony for a smoke. He’s quitting the habit, but sometimes he needed the nicotine to fully unwind. He finishes up the smoke, and looks for you in bed. You’re laid out on your stomach, your naked back washed in moonlight, hair fanned across your pillow as you huffed out soft breaths. You were always so beautiful bathed in moonlight, he should appreciate the sight more often.

He finally crawls back into bed, stoping to place a kiss between your shoulder blades before he lays down, he settles your warm, pliant, body on his chest. He rubbed one of his hands up and down your back, and tangled the other in your hair. He kissed your arms where they were twined around his neck. He felt so at home, the only thing that would make this picture perfect would be the sound of his daughter breathing over the baby monitor. Tonight though? He relished the silence in which he could study the sound of your breath, the flutter of your eyebrows over your cheeks as you dozed so comfortably in his arms. He was so lucky to have you. They all were.

One month later you were dressed up as the main characters of Jurassic park, trick or treating in your parents cul-de-sac while your daughter ran door to door with her cousin collecting sugary sweets. You stood with your sister and your husbands laughing at their eagerness. You fell into easy conversation and eventually you and your sister tried to say something at once.

“I gotta-“

“Theres some-“

You both laugh and offer for the other to go first, then you decided to take the initiative wrapping an arm around your husband.

“Well, remember that double date last month?” You started, and she nodded with a grin and Andreas chuckled, saying something about it being the most adult time he’s had in months. “Right, well… I’m pregnant!” Your sister gasped, and you were worried at first that she was upset. Then, her eyes started to water and she squealed.

“I’m pregnant too!” You squealed as well and threw your arms around your sister, while Andreas and Jake congratulated each other with a grin.

“Congrats hermano! You’re a lucky man!” Andreas laughed with glee, pulling Jake into a hug and patting his back.

“Seems like congratulations are in order for the both of us amigo! You’re gonna be a dad again!” Jake laughed a good natured laugh and clapped Andreas on the shoulder.

“Oh my god,” you sniffled, crying session coming to a close. “Our parents are gonna be so excited!” All the gathered adults laughed, and the air settled into such a warm glow of gratitude. You were lucky for sure. One more added to the family, and you and your Husbands couldn’t be happier.

#marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley moon knight #marc spector moon knight #steven grant moon knight #moon knight story #moonknight #marvel #moon knight #moonknight fanfiction #moonknight x reader #Spotify

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novi-stars-unofficial · 2 years

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Una Verse

Age: 4 Quadrillion Light Years Mission: To give Earth a space-age makeover! Cosmic Quirk: Floating... I can't keep my feet on the ground! Personality: A dazzling diva Pet: Molecule Fashion Style: Glittery, Trendy Fave Earth Food: Sparkly H₂O which everyone calls Soda! Fave Activity: Dressing Molecule in the cutest Earth pet outfits! Want to Learn: How to dance without floating! My Friends Call Me: Airissa I Don't Get: Flats or Tennis Shoes

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asitrita · 4 hours

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This is why Måneskin is definitely my go-to band when I'm in a Law x Cora mood. The entire lyrics of these songs are perfect for bit-insane-but-deeply-in-love Law x Rosi, but these verses are just pure perfection.

"Give me a command, and I'll do what you ask 'Cause my favorite music's your "Uh, uh" Give me a command, and I'll do what you ask 'Cause I love when you sing out loud

Oh, mamma-mamma mia, spit your love on me I'm on my knees, and I can't wait to drink your rain I'll keep it secret if you let me get a taste Tell me your limit, and we'll cross the line again Oh, mamma-mamma mia"

Mammamia - Måneskin

"Ed anche quando starò male e sarò troppo stanco Come fuoco avanzerò per prender tutto quanto Ciò che spetta è d'esser pronto ad affrontare il branco Non voglio tornare indietro, adesso parto Allora baby, baby, baby, asciuga il pianto Bevi, bevi, bevi, bevi dal mio piatto Sì, tu puoi cadere in piedi anche dall'alto Sì, tu puoi cadere in piedi anche dall'alto E amore accanto a te, baby, accanto a te Io morirò da re, eh-yeah Amore accanto a te, baby, accanto a te Io morirò da re, eh-yeah"

Morirò da re (I'll die like a king) - Måneskin

"I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster 'Cause you can be the beauty and I could be the monster

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'Cause I'm the devil who's searching for redemption And I'm a lawyer who's searching for redemption And I'm a killer who's searching for redemption A motherfucking monster who's searching for redemption"

I wanna be your slave - Måneskin

"So tell me what you want, I'll give you what you want, baby Tell me what you want, I'll give you what you want, baby Tell me what you want, I'll give you what you want, baby Tell me what you want, I'll give you what you want

Because baby, for your love, I'll do whatever you want For your love, I'll do whatever you want I'll do whatever you want, for your love"

For your love - Måneskin

"Prima di te ero solo un pazzo, ora lascia che ti racconti Avevo una giacca sgualcita e portavo tagli sui polsi Oggi mi sento benedetto e non trovo niente da aggiungere Questa città si affaccerà quando ci vedrà giungere Ero in bilico tra l'essere vittima, essere giudice Era un brivido che porta la luce dentro le tenebre E ti libera da queste catene splendenti, lucide Ed il dubbio o no, se fossero morti oppure rinascite

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che non voglio più aspettare Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che non voglio più sparire"

Torna a casa (Come back home) - Måneskin

"Counting the hours, counting the seconds 'Till I can feel your bones There is a diamond on your pillow When you're coming home

Alone, I've been waiting So long, it's true

Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you Forever and ever and ever Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you Forever and ever and ever"

Read your diary - Måneskin

"We're gonna get sky-high and create a new world Where somebody might die, but nobody gets hurt And if it sounds good for you, baby, just say the word You will li-i-i-i-i-ike it (ah)

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It's 5 AM We feel so good, it's almost frightening Let's try again I don't deserve you, you're a diamond

Meet me there where it never closes Meet me there where it's never hopeless All is fair in love, oh-oh-oh Honey, are you coming? Meet me there where it never closes Meet me there, I'll give you your roses All is fair in love, oh-oh-oh Honey, are you coming?"

Honey - Måneskin

"Crazy in love, daisy in bloom Black hearts for pupils, I'm pacing the room And I cover myself in tattoos of us And dream of the day we embrace and combust

All this love, I'm so choked up I can feel you in my blood All this lust for just one touch I'm so scared to give you up"

Valantine - Måneskin

"Bare your soul 'til it's naked Bite my lip 'til you break it Steal my heart, get it wasted Don't do it slow

If you're gonna set fire to the night Baby, let me be the lighter If you're already high and you wanna fly I'll be the hit that takes you higher If you wanna love when you touch the sky You can be my midnight rider If there's nowhere to go when you wanna go wild I wanna be the driver"

The Driver - Måneskin

"In my civilization, you're the king and the queen I'm praying at your altar, if you know what I mean ... So tell me what you've been missing I'll do anything to get you ticking And you might be the answer to the sinner in me ... Do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind? Do you wanna, do you wanna all the time, all the time? Do you wanna know what the good, good, bad things all feel like? Yeah, do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind?"

Own my mind - Måneskin

But seriously, you should listen to the entire songs, the entire lyrics fit twisted-bit-insane love LawxCora like a glove. Valantine, Read your diary and Own my mind are my particular favourites for these two, but whenever I listen to any fo these songs I can't help but think of them. Some Måneskin songs are also perfect for Doffy (Gossip), or Doffy & Law (La paura del buio and Gasoline). Special mentions to Coraline, which ending ("Non ha conosciuto l'amore / Ma un padre che di padre ha niente / Le han detto in città c'è un castello / Con mura talmente potenti / Che se ci vai a vivere dentro / Non potrà colpirti più niente") reminds me so much of child!Doffy wish to go back to Mary Geoise, but in general can also fit Law scape from Doffy's influence, and in general, from his own inner demons; and The Lonliest, which fits the three of them, Law, Doffy and Rosi, in relation to the first night after Doffy killed his brother. Also, from Rosi's perspective, the song Inside of You, In Spite of You by Thoushaltnot is just perfect, it reflects so well how Cora shaped Law mindset.

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ludocorradino · 10 months

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Summer.

The heat reaches the bones, the sun colors the skin, the waves crash exhaustedly against the rocks. I never know if I truly live the summer, if I feel the laughter within me, or if it's just a distant sound provoked by my subconscious. I never know if I really live.

I'm not sure what I expect from summer every year, I just know that I can never get it. No summer satisfies me as it should, as I would like. Perhaps that's why I lose myself in scenes from movies wrapped in such nostalgic, comforting reality that suffocates me. Perhaps that's why I am no longer myself.

I am made up of poetic verses, past songs, forced laughter, stories told too many times, and terrifying desires.

Small gestures bring me back to living moments I've never experienced. Perhaps that's why I smoke, maybe the act of bringing the cigarette to my lips, inhaling, exhaling while my eyes seek a grip to drown in, to find a feeling of an impossible time, to recognize myself. I believe that's also why I read because if I saw myself from the outside, bent over a book narrating about a man lost in himself, maybe I could sink into familiarity.

Yes, I write, dress, speak, draw, play... for this reason. I don't think I do things for myself in the first person; rather, I do things in the second person. For me, looking at myself from inside out, from outside in, by doing certain things, I can experience something that I'm not actually living, something I'll never live and never have lived. I live in the second person, in the third person, and in the fourth person but never in the first.

And in the second person, I wait, first and foremost for summer, but never the next one: always the last one and the one before. I wait to swallow the sun with all its warmth; I wait to swallow Neruda with his love and his words and Dalì with his eyes. I wait to blend into the films with their soundtracks; I wait for the cigarette to transform me into beauty and the shoe into a mountain.

But in the darkest of night, I get up from bed, open the window, fall onto the streets soiled with humanity, and start walking.

I walk, walk, walk, and then walk some more, with yet another cigarette between my lips, marked by love, with another jazz song played in the distance.

Then I stop and cry because my feet hurt, and I've been walking for hours. I cry because my heart is heavy, because my mind is agonizing, because I've burned my lungs waiting, but summer has not yet arrived, and with it, neither have I.

Estate.

il caldo raggiunge le ossa, il sole colora la pelle, le onde si infrangono esauste sugli scogli. Non so mai se vivo davvero l’estate, non so mai se sento le risate dentro me o sono solo un lontanto suono provocato dal mio subconscio. Non so mai se vivo davvero.

Non so bene cosa mi aspetto ogni anno dall’estate, so solo che non riesco mai ad ottenerla. Nessun’estate mi soddisfa come dovrebbe, come vorrei. Forse è per questo che mi perdo tra scene di film avvolti da una realtà così nostalgica, accogliente che mi soffoca. Forse è per questo che non sono più io.

Mi compongo di versi poetici, canzoni passate, risate forzate, storie raccontate troppe volte e desideri terrorizzanti.

Piccoli gesti mi riportano a vivere momenti mai vissuti. Forse è per questo che fumo, forse il gesto di portare alle labbra la sigaretta, ispirare, espirare mentre gli occhi cercano un appiglio in cui affogare, in cui trovare una sensazione di un tempo impossibile, in cui riconoscermi. Credo sia anche per questo che leggo, perché se mi vedessi da fuori china su un libro che narra di qualche uomo perso in se stesso, magari potrei sprofondare nella famigliarità.

Si, scrivo, mi vesto, parlo, disegno, suono… per questo. Non penso io faccia le cose per me in prima persona, più che altro faccio le cose per in seconda persona. Per me che guardandomi dal dentro al fuori, dal fuori al dentro, facendo certe cose riesco a vivere qualcosa che non sto effettivamente vivendo, che non vivrò mai e che non ho mai vissuto. Vivo in seconda persona, in terza persona e in quarta persona ma mai in prima.

E in seconda persona aspetto, l’estate prima di tutto ma mai la prossima: sempre quella prima e prima ancora. Aspetto di ingoiare il sole con tutto il suo calore, aspetto di ingoiare Neruda con il suo amore e le sue parole e Dalì con i suoi occhi. Aspetto di sfumare nei film con le loro colonne sonore, aspetto che la sigaretta mi trasformi in bellezza e la scarpa in montagna.

Ma nel buio più atroce della notte mi alzo dal letto, apro la finestra, cado sulle strade lerce di umanità e inizio a camminare.

Cammino, cammino, cammino e poi cammino ancora con ancora un’altra sigaretta tra le labbra, sfregiate dall’amore, con ancora un’altra canzone jazz suonata in lontananza.

Poi mi fermo e piango perché i piedi mi fanno male e sono ore che cammino, piango perché ho il cuore pesante, perché ho la mente agonizzante, perché mi sono bruciata i polmoni ad aspettare ma l’estate non è ancora arrivata e con lei nemmeno io.

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De la nada me vino a la mente la canción "THRIFT SHOP" y el recuerdo de mi interpretación (ERRADA y demasiado PROPIA).

Cuando había salido el tema lo escuche unas mil veces, y sí, entendí la letra. Básicamente habla sobre las tiendas de segunda mano y su nicho de mercado... pero por alguna razón yo escuchaba la canción y decidí interpretar / escuchar lo que la letra no decía (y nunca quiso decir).

Yo entendía la canción como una historia de romance entre un muchacho y una prostituta. (?

I'm gonna pop some tags (Voy a comprarme algunas marcas) Only got twenty dollars in my pocket (Sólo tengo 20 dólares en mi bolsillo) - Mi mente: No tiene plata, pero está preocupado por poder verse bien para impresionar a la mujer de la que se enamoro- I'm-I'm-I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up (estoy cazando, buscando alguna oferta) - Mi mente: Fue a buscarla al local, a ver si la encontraba- This is fucking awesome! (Esto es maravilloso). - Mi mente: Ahí la vio, entre tantas personas en la tienda y quedo deslumbrado por su belleza. - El resto de la letra eran (según mi interpretación) una especie de listado de cosas que compro para él, o para adornar la casa para la cita que iba a tener

Rollin' in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine (llegando a lo más profundo, dirigiéndome al subsuelo) - Llegando a lo más profundo de sus sentimientos innegables, mientras se dirige al sótano en donde estaba la ambientación para dicha cita. Dressed in all pink 'cept my gator shoes, those are green (Vestido todo de rosa, excepto mis zapatos de cocodrilo...) - Se puso lindo para la ocasión, especial. Draped in a leopard mink, girl standin' next to me (Envuelta en un visón de leopardo, una chica parada a mi lado) - Ella, su cita. Probably should've washed this (Probablemente debería haber lavado esto...) Smells like R. Kelly sheets (Referencia a alguien, dando a entender que su ropa huele mal, a mierda / pis) - En el apuro y el nerviosismo se vistió y olvidó limpiar la ropa. Se sigue preocupando por la impresión que le va a dar a ella. ...

One man's trash, that's another man's come up (La basura de un hombre es el tesoro de otro) - Era prostituta, la trataban mal. Es decir que no la apreciaban y lo que para otros era simplemente eso, para el era muchísimo más.

Yo no me daba cuenta que esa interpretación estaba mal, que era algo mío, realmente creía que de eso iba la canción, que era lo que quería transmitir y daba por sentado que todos al escucharla escuchábamos lo mismo.

Fue divertido el día que salió el tema de conversación y yo toda emocionada contaba que la canción era de amor y muy tierna, jajajajaja.

Me acordé de la canción y de todo esto, porque no es la primera vez que me dicen que yo romantizo todo. Siempre pasé por alto esa observación, no le veía nada de malo y me daba ternura...

Pero tal vez sea hora de pensar por qué, por qué romantizo todo? Veo amor en todos lados y sino... se lo invento (por lo visto).

Diría Wos: "Un abrazo y un momento que se inmortalizan. Como nuestra firma en el cemento... Acá todo encuentro se romantiza."

Al final del día todos los caminos llevan a Roma, siempre me termino preguntando qué tan mal esta, que tan mal está lo que hago, como soy. Cómo puedo mejorar?, puedo mejorar? Al final del día me da miedo que alguna pregunta arroje como respuesta que mi forma de ser lastima a otros. Espero no ser el dolor de nadie, siempre intento ser cuidadosa de lo que hablo y hago, porque no quiero dejar un herida en nadie. Quiero reparar, no romper.

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joeygass-blog · 2 years

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Girls Novi Stars Una Verse Blue Bubble Dress Up Halloween Costume-sz 4/6.

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Day #11: Ego, The Saturdays (2010)

Finally! I get to write about The Saturdays. This was the first musical act that I really stanned, as obsessive as I was with Shakira and Madonna and Matchbox Twenty. Finding out about The Saturdays was not as organic as compared to my journey with Europop groups in the early aughts – I found them via the Recommended tab on YouTube, with a song called Notorious. I immediately imagined myself in their shoes, but with myself switching from the dryness of school (instead of the dryness of working at an office) to working the dancefloor. It was during my internship (when I also listened to Robyn) when I first saw the music video. And like the young homo that I was, me and floor fillers just mixed well.

Soon enough, I listened to all their songs, watched all their MVs, watched all their interviews that were online. I talked about them to my friends non-stop. My experience with girl groups was similar to everyone else: some Spice Girls and Destiny’s Child here and there. When I saw Frankie, Mollie, Una, Vanessa, and Rochelle for the first time (in Flo Rida’s order in their collab “Higher,” which is the only correct order), I was in love. Singing in the cold in the middle of nowhere? Stunning. Mollie’s verse in Work? Work. Vanessa’s vocals in Forever is Over? Iconic. Androgynous clothing in Gentlemen? They went there years before your pop idols. I even watched their Google+ Hangout launch on YouTube. All 51 minutes of it. Vanessa randomly broke out into song and imitated a dog’s bark non-stop (since they did not have a buzzer for a trivia game).

They had a reality show on E! in 2013 which I watched and rewatched religiously (I rewatched the whole thing when the whole world in quarantine, as a regressive source of comfort). It’s soothing to see their dynamics play out. Hey, every reality show is scripted, but I really felt that they were really good friends IRL. I think they’re still good friends, even today. It’s refreshing to see genuine friendships in pop groups instead of the usual drama that goes on (Girls Aloud, Sugababes, The Cheetah Girls).

About the song itself, it was a fun reworking of a superhero story, way before Marvel movies made it the cash grab-pop culture industry that it is today. Way before Avengers and the MCU, we didn’t have too many good superhero stories in film or TV. Una is a pyrokinetic, Frankie is a photokinetic, Vanessa manipulates physical bodies, Rochelle has super strength, and there was a debate about whether Mollie is an aerokinetic or is actually an atmokinetic. To be fair though, we only see Mollie blow strong winds against their foe and posing next to a griffin. We don’t see her doing anything else that could suggest that she can control weather or at least, lightning. She has lightning under her eye, but that doesn’t suggest anything except for maybe she’s a fan of David Bowie. Or that she’s probably a Little Monster.

Ego’s music video features The Saturdays (Rochelle joked that they would’ve been called The Friday Nights which I honestly don’t know if that’s better or worse) out for revenge when their former member (who’s a guy) chose to go solo. As it turns out, the guy is incompetent and hungry for recognition, and he only got to where he was because of the efforts of his former team. It’s a nice interpretation of the lyrics, which is about the inherent confidence/hubris of straight men.

Favorite Lyrics:

I think you’ll find that it is very hard to face reality is a simple thing

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93iIib5oLOw

#soundtrack to your life #the saturdays #ego

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#sonic movie spoilers #sonic movie 2 spoilers #knuckles the echidna #anyway imma go work on una again #GET READY FOR HER MOVIE-VERSE COME APRIL #I KNOW IN THE ORIGINAL TRAILER THEY MADE SONIC'S SHOES NORMAL AND THEN CHANGED THEM FOR THE MOVIE #I WONDER IF KNUCKLES' DESIGN IS GONNA GET THE SAME TREATMENT #OR TAILS'#GOTTA GO WITH FAMILIARITY FOR MARKETTING AND THEN SHIT'S GONNA CHANGE IN THE FINAL PRODUCT #i am so ready for this movie #this is gonna be the slowest four months ever

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I thrifted an Una Verse Novi Star and put her head on an EAH Faybelle body. I made her dress using a pattern from DGRequeim. Her hair deco, necklace, belt, and shoes are Monster High, and her purse is LOL. I was going to leave her face alone, but then I changed my mind and did some overpainting. I thought about either removing her antennae, or trying to repaint them gold to match the rest of her outfit, but I think I like them as is (plus I don't think paint would stick very well to them). I left her hair alone too because it's pretty nice.

#novi stars custom #custom doll #novi stars #dolls #hybrid doll

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fulgurbugs · 11 months

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GOT MY UNA VERSE TODAY!

came exactly as described by the seller, including with the wrong shoes lol.

her dress needed a little bit of help, and even though the shoes are the wrong ones, but they still fit her perfectly so i just painted them to the right color

since they’re the wrong shoes, she can’t use her stand even though i have the right one lol. this did lead into me looking for who they belong to. i noticed they’re very common on those aliexpress lots of mismatched dolls, and i saw them a lot on alie dolls that i think originated from there

i actually thought they were a miscolor of alies shoes for a second because of how often i saw them on listings for her, and i know these aliexpress ones are often made up of error dolls or whatever wrong parts, but hers don’t have open toes, and they’re supposed to be gold. they’re definitely sila clops’s shoes

(alie vs sila)

anyways painted blue una looks pretty close to her original and she’s super cute :D love her

#my favorite little detail are the tiny little planets in her eyes they’re so cute #she has no articulation except for her shoulders but the shoulder do have a very good range of motion #long post #dux doll tag #(if you don’t care about my dumb dolls at all you should blacklist than <<)

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El rayo de luz que necesitábamos - Solar Power, lo nuevo de Lorde.

Y cuando pensábamos que nada podía estar a la altura de Melodrama, temiendo que una de las voces más prometedoras de los últimos tiempos tuviera una prematura retirada del medio musical,Lorde sorprendió con el golpe de energía solar que necesitábamos: Solar Power, un pedacito de verano para despedir agosto por lo alto.

Por GInny Lupin

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En junio de 2017 Lorde nos regaló quizás (y lo manejo como un supuesto sólo porque no escuché TODOS los discos existentes) el mejor álbum de la década. Antecedido por la joyita electropop que es Pure Heroine, Melodrama marcó el final de la fiesta. El segundo material de estudio de la neozelandesa es un disco sobre una ruptura, crecer bajo el ojo público y la soledad que trae consigo la fama. Es incómodo, porque si hay algo que caracteriza a Lorde a través de sus distintas eras - más allá de su voluminoso pelo, el particular color de su voz y sus pasos de baile sobre el escenario - es adueñarse de la incomodidad como lugar propio. Lorde no quiere ser parte de la realeza ni de la élite musical, quiere irse de la fiesta, de California, de un mundo hiper-conectado que prioriza la virtualidad - más aún en medio de una Pandemia. En una entrevista para the Guardian previo al lanzamiento de su último álbum, la artista comentaba:

“Me siento muy cómoda en los períodos de limbo, o momentos en dónde me siento asustada o vulnerable”

Y quizás esa comodidad en lo naturalmente incómodo fue lo que llevó a Lorde a estar a la altura de la reputación que la precedía; para - aún bajo la presión que representa lanzar nuevo material después de un álbum aclamado por el público y la crítica - resurgir fortalecida en una nueva era. Así nació Solar Power.

El futuro de la música

Nacida en Nueva Zelanda bajo el nombre de Ella Marija Lani Yelich-O'Connor, Lorde eligió su nombre artístico a raíz de su fascinación por la realeza y la aristocracia; agregándole una e al título nobiliario masculino para darle un toque de femineidad. De esa misma pasión nació su primer single, Royals, que la posicionara como una de las principales voces femeninas del momento. Tanto el single como su álbum debut Pure Heroine, se mantuvieron en lo alto de las listas musicales y le merecieron su primer nominación a un premio Grammy por Mejor álbum vocal pop. Tenía 16 años cuando el mundo entero empezó a corear sus canciones, y hoy con 24 Lorde ha demostrado ser un fenómeno mucho más grande que un par de premios y un público devoto por su arte. No en vano David Bowie la definió como el futuro de la música poco antes de morir, Stevie Nicks comentó que Lorde habría sido la tercera chica en Fleetwood Mac y Krist Novoselic y Dave Grohl la invitaron a cantar junto a ellos una versión de All Apologies cuando Nirvana ingresó al Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Es una artista joven con el talento y presencia necesarios para captar la atención y el respeto de los principales nombres de la música, honor que no se le concede a cualquiera. En 2017 la cantante lanzó Melodrama y después de presentar el disco por el mundo, volvió a Nueva Zelanda donde permaneció alejada de las cámaras - y las redes - en relativo ostracismo hasta octubre de 2020. En vísperas de las elecciones generales en Nueva Zelanda, se volcó a Twitter para instar a sus fanáticos a participar en la jornada electoral, prometiendo brindar algo a cambio el siguiente año. El pasado 20 de Agosto cumplió con su compromiso.

Líder de un nuevo régimen.

Si Melodrama era el final de la fiesta, Solar Power es la mañana después. Lorde define este tercer disco como su álbum de marihuana (aunque en conversación con the New York Times confesó haber pesado que sería un álbum de ácido); y aunque a primera escuchada se percibe ligero, dista de ser un conjunto de canciones banales. En un medio que consume música pop al mismo tiempo que categoriza al género como poco serio, sencillo y hasta infantil; Lorde lo reivindica consagrándose como la gran representante de toda una generación de escuchas. Solar Power es pop hecho por quienes crecieron con el pop como mala palabra, para aquellos que tuvimos la etapa rebelde, “dark” y negadora de todo lo que fuera industria musical, pop masticado y estribillos pegadizos. Quienes, como Melodrama, fuimos a la fiesta para verla a través de una copa con la espalda contra la pared. Hace tiempo circulaba por las tinieblas de Facebook un meme que decía algo en las líneas de “ya te vas a arrepentir de todas las cumbias que no bailaste por andar de rockerito”. En este caso, podríamos ver a Solar Power como las melodías que nos perdimos por defender que la música emo “no era sólo una fase” y, aunque la crítica lo vea como un retroceso para una artista que se distinguió siempre por ser “distinta”, se necesita de alguien distinto para romper con la contracultura como pose.

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No shirt, no shoes, only my features.

Como dice la canción que da nombre al disco, Solar Power es cuando Lorde se desnuda frente a su público. La artista buscó reflejar en este material la esencia de su casa en Auckland, lejos de los paparazzis, disfrutando del verano en enero, perdiendo tardes completas bajo los rayos de sol.

Mucho se ha comentado sobre su reminiscencia al sonido de los tempranos 2000, con una clara influencia de artistas como Natalie Imbruglia; aunque más allá se percibe la esencia del auténtico hippismo, ese en el que hablar del poder de las energías no era motivo para desvalorizar a un artista. Y quizás sea por la calidez de California o la temática de Mood Ring, aunque yo lo veo del todo claro en mi favorita personal: Fallen Fruit. Permítanse un momento para escuchar el tema, ojos cerrados y mente abierta, y díganme si no podría haber sonado en el festival de Monterey. La canción tiene dos momentos claros: un primer verso y estribillo muy the Mamas & the Papas y un puente que es lo más Melodrama del disco, tan así que podría haber sido Sober III. Y es que si Fallen Fruit es una canción de protesta, que alienta un despertar colectivo de conciencia ante el mundo que estamos destruyendo, ese puente refleja la desesperanza ante la crisis climática; hasta que el reingreso de la guitarra acústica trae un rayo de luz porque quizás todavía podemos hacer algo para cambiar el mundo.

La parte emotiva del álbum llega en el segundo verso de Secrets From a Girl (Who’s Seen It All) y el track 9, Big Star; ambas instancias de homenaje para Pearl, el perro de la cantante que falleciera luego de casi dos años de acompañar a Lorde en su Nueva Zelanda natal. Sobre esto dijo en su newsletter:

“El duelo es una fuerza transformadora. Nunca lo había experimentado de una manera tan completa y hace que cuestiones todo.”

Secrets From a Girl termina con una suerte de monólogo en voz de Robyn, cantante y compositora sueca, que asume el rol de “guía” ante el duelo, indicando el camino a seguir para transitar el dolor; pero también como una transición en la adultez, entrando en el tópico “coming of age” que Lorde ha explorado múltiples veces en su obra. La cantante ha descrito esta outro como las palabras de una azafata surrealista que muestra el camino hacia el “amanecer”, invitando a familiarizarnos con nuestro pasado para llegar al camino de la aceptación.

The Man With the Ax es el espacio necesario de romanticismo, una balada dedicada a la relación de Lorde con su pareja Justin Warren. Si Melodrama es entonces un disco de ruptura, Solar Power logra encontrar el momento justo para reflexionar sobre el amor; otra manera de mostrar la luz donde previamente conocimos la oscuridad. Se hace evidente así la conexión que la artista busca establecer con sus trabajos anteriores, tanto en la continuación de reflexiones y temáticas reiteradas; como en los guiños que muchas de sus letras hacen a Melodrama y Pure Heroine.

Viaje al fin del mundo.

No sería honesto reseñar Solar Power sin hacer mención a una de sus más grandes influencias: En 2019, antes de abocarse a la composición de lo que hoy es Solar Power, Lorde viajó a la Antártida para conectar con la belleza del mundo natural y comprender de cerca las consecuencias del cambio climático. A su regreso, con una perspectiva completamente nueva del mundo que habita y el rol que podía ocupar en plena crisis climática; Lorde entendió que la música actual necesitaba asumir un compromiso con el planeta.

“No soy una activista del cambio climático, soy una estrella pop. Yo alimento el fuego de una máquina gigante, escupiendo emisiones sobre la marcha. Hay mucho sobre lo que no sé.”

Decidió entonces editar su música en formato físico de manera amigable para el ecosistema, rechazando la idea de lanzar un CD y optando en cambio por la venta de su disco en vinilo y de manera digital a través de un "music box" que incluye el código de descarga a una versión extendida del álbum y material gráfico exclusivo; además de hacer mención a la emergencia climática tanto en sus letras como en el material gráfico que acompaña el álbum (en el videoclip de Solar Power puede verse una pila de basura en medio de la playa, en reclamo de la contaminación de los cursos de agua).

La factoría de Antonoff

“No hice un disco de Jack Antonoff. Hice un disco de Lorde y él me ayudó a hacerlo. Darle esa cantidad de crédito es francamente insultante”.

Si Solar Power les recuerda a lo último de Taylor Swift y Lana del Rey, hay un por qué (más allá de tratarse de tres mujeres fuertes en la industria actual); porque detrás de sus más recientes discos se encuentra Jack Antonoff, sin dudas el productor pop del momento. También guitarrista de la banda Fun y líder del grupo indie Bleachers, el músico es un purista del sonido y firme defensor de capturar momentos y climas “realistas” en sus producciones. Por ejemplo, a lo largo de Solar Power pueden escucharse sirenas y conversaciones de fondo, consecuencia de haber grabado algunos de los tracks con la puerta del estudio abierta, como invitando a los sonidos autóctonos de Nueva York a integrarse al arte. Y es en esa esencai de la ciudad que se cuela indiscriminadamente por los micrófonos que Solar Power se convierte en un disco lleno de vida. Sin embargo, Antonoff ha sido ampliamente criticado por opacar a las artistas que produce, transformando la música para adecuarla a sus estándares; acusación que caló perfecto en la reformulación del sonido de Lorde (a pesar de que ambos habían colaborado previamente en Melodrama).

Más allá de esto, la huella de Antonoff (quien co-produjo todo el álbum junto a la cantante además de colaborar con la composición de algunos temas), es fácil de percibir en Solar Power. Las guitarras acústicas, puentes pegadizos y capas de percusión que acompañan la voz de Lorde.

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En resumen, Solar Power es el rayo de luz que necesitábamos para sobrevivir los últimos coletazos del invierno reivindicando la fuerza transformadora del pop. El álbum está disponible en Spotify, en el canal de YouTube de la artista (en formato de videos individuales para cada tema) así como en las principales plataformas de streaming.

#novedades #lorde #ardeportal #solar power #reseña #lanzamiento #melodrama #pure heroine #jack anto #ginny

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