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prismatica2020-03-31 06:13 pm
starmark) wrote in prismatica2020-03-31 06:13 pm
audio, un: nevercrywolf
[It's pretty rare for Jotaro to resort to using audio for a network post, all things considered; he tends to be a lot more comfortable with text for a variety of reasons, and he's usually not particularly talkative just in general, barring the handful of people he's comfortable around.
But today, when the feed snaps on, there's soft jazz music playing in the background, turned down enough to be audible but without being overpowering when eventually, much closer to the microphone, Jotaro's voice comes in.]
You know what's kind of weird? My dad's music is in these Birdboxes.
[He pauses a minute, his silence drawn and sort of thoughtful.]
It was weird at home, too. That I could hear him on the radio, or put in a cassette tape and...there he was. There was Dad. Weird to think that he'd write songs about my mom, and people who'd never even met my mom would listen to them. Or that people would listen to some other song he wrote and not know that he wrote the bridge the way he did just to piss off a manager he didn't like. For other people, they were just songs. Not Dad's songs.
[He goes quiet again, and this time in the space between words, there's the sound of acoustic guitar strings absently being picked along with the song.]
I guess I've just been thinking lately about the things that make you who you are. The people you're related to. The shit that's happened to you. [A pause.] But for my dad, it's his music. I don't think he'd be my dad if he didn't have his music. I sure as hell can't imagine him without it. So...
[His playing stills, and he whistles to his Birdbox to make it cease playing and fall silent, still mulling over his own thoughts.]
Dunno. That sort of thing...it seems like it ought to be more about what you decide for yourself. Not something somebody else gets to decide for you.
[He lets out an audible breath, like he'd been holding it while making the herculean effort of trying to work through his thoughts, and the guitar strings twang again as fabric rustles near the microphone in the seconds before the audio ends.]
But today, when the feed snaps on, there's soft jazz music playing in the background, turned down enough to be audible but without being overpowering when eventually, much closer to the microphone, Jotaro's voice comes in.]
You know what's kind of weird? My dad's music is in these Birdboxes.
[He pauses a minute, his silence drawn and sort of thoughtful.]
It was weird at home, too. That I could hear him on the radio, or put in a cassette tape and...there he was. There was Dad. Weird to think that he'd write songs about my mom, and people who'd never even met my mom would listen to them. Or that people would listen to some other song he wrote and not know that he wrote the bridge the way he did just to piss off a manager he didn't like. For other people, they were just songs. Not Dad's songs.
[He goes quiet again, and this time in the space between words, there's the sound of acoustic guitar strings absently being picked along with the song.]
I guess I've just been thinking lately about the things that make you who you are. The people you're related to. The shit that's happened to you. [A pause.] But for my dad, it's his music. I don't think he'd be my dad if he didn't have his music. I sure as hell can't imagine him without it. So...
[His playing stills, and he whistles to his Birdbox to make it cease playing and fall silent, still mulling over his own thoughts.]
Dunno. That sort of thing...it seems like it ought to be more about what you decide for yourself. Not something somebody else gets to decide for you.
[He lets out an audible breath, like he'd been holding it while making the herculean effort of trying to work through his thoughts, and the guitar strings twang again as fabric rustles near the microphone in the seconds before the audio ends.]
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the you part
how did you do it?
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Things happen and sometimes I get a bad feeling, but I just do what I want, how I see fit, and try to be what I consider to be myself.
Easier said than done, I know.
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it's a little more complicated for me than that
one side of my family is
uh
a lot more...everything than the other
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Rough. But like I said, you get to define who you are. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise or make you feel another way.
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destiny, maybe
it's kind of a long story
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If you want to talk about it.
I won't push too hard on it, but I imagine it's not easy for you.