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prismatica2019-10-05 06:52 pm
spah) wrote in prismatica2019-10-05 06:52 pm
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[005 | AUDIO] ain't nothing in this world beats a '52 Vincent and a redheaded girl
Hey y'all.
[There's the sound of shifting and guitar strings lightly strumming on the feed.]
It's a quiet sorta evenin' for me down here on Level 3, and I felt like sharin' a tune I learnt not too long ago. If y'ain't interested, free to change the channel... so to speak. There's a story in this one, 'bout a boy and a girl and a motorcycle. Here goes.
[Engineer takes a short pause - then starts with a crisp, single strum. He then starts into Richard Thompson's 1952 Vincent Black Lightning.]
[Sean Rowe's version of the song has a lot more energy than the original, but the story's all the same: James and Red Molly meet and bond over his motorcycle, a '52 Vincent Black Lightning. They fall in love, and James warns Red Molly that he's led a live of crime since seventeen. If anything should happen to him, he'll give her his Vincent to ride.
Sadly, that day comes. James is fatally shot in a failed robbery. As he lays dying in a hospital bed, he smiles and gives the keys to his Vincent to a tearful Red Molly.
The story is short and sweet, but told with gusto and sharp, emotional lyrics. Engineer is an average singer, but his low, gravely southern voice adds to his skillful, enthusiastic guitar, especially over lines like "red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme". The guitar itself gets wild and fast between the words, and the merc's fingers pace every time.
The song ends with one last strum down the strings, and Engineer lets it reverberate for a while. Silence passes as the sound fades, and he laughs, nearly impressed with himself.]
Alright for my first net-wide performance.
[There's the sound of shifting and guitar strings lightly strumming on the feed.]
It's a quiet sorta evenin' for me down here on Level 3, and I felt like sharin' a tune I learnt not too long ago. If y'ain't interested, free to change the channel... so to speak. There's a story in this one, 'bout a boy and a girl and a motorcycle. Here goes.
[Engineer takes a short pause - then starts with a crisp, single strum. He then starts into Richard Thompson's 1952 Vincent Black Lightning.]
[Sean Rowe's version of the song has a lot more energy than the original, but the story's all the same: James and Red Molly meet and bond over his motorcycle, a '52 Vincent Black Lightning. They fall in love, and James warns Red Molly that he's led a live of crime since seventeen. If anything should happen to him, he'll give her his Vincent to ride.
Sadly, that day comes. James is fatally shot in a failed robbery. As he lays dying in a hospital bed, he smiles and gives the keys to his Vincent to a tearful Red Molly.
The story is short and sweet, but told with gusto and sharp, emotional lyrics. Engineer is an average singer, but his low, gravely southern voice adds to his skillful, enthusiastic guitar, especially over lines like "red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme". The guitar itself gets wild and fast between the words, and the merc's fingers pace every time.
The song ends with one last strum down the strings, and Engineer lets it reverberate for a while. Silence passes as the sound fades, and he laughs, nearly impressed with himself.]
Alright for my first net-wide performance.
no biggie!
[Engineer hums. He idly plucks at a few strings.]
Yep. This here's usually what they sound like. There's all types of ways to play one, though.
What kinda instrument you thinkin' of? That your father played, I mean.
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[The one instrument that Yoshimitsu couldn't master. While many didn't know of the Manji Clan’s love for the arts, his father was one of the few greats hailing from the Fujimoto region at the time. Both his parents were artistically inclined despite their more nefarious work.]
He tried to teach me many times in the past but I preferred the noisy clamor of the taiko.
[His smile his hidden but it can be felt within his words.]
Do all guitars possess six strings?
[He noticed that difference from earlier.]
The shamisen only has three.
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To answer your other questions... it kinda varies. It's four to six strings, usually, dependin' on the kinda guitar you got. Some have more, but - they're usually custom jobs.
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Have you?
[Excuse him if he sounds a little surprised. Japan's borders were still closed to outsiders at the time of the Sengoku Era minus a few Dutch merchants that frequent the harbor. He has go keep reminding himself that most of the Moonblessed here hail from Genji’s era or so.]
I've seen something like a guitar before during my journeys. My crusade led me to the heart of the Mediterranean a few times.
[There he battled the Merchant of Death’s loyal sentry, Voldo. Not exactly a fond memory but Yoshimitsu at least remembers his time in Italy fondly.]
It seems that there are many variations of every instrument according to one's culture.
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[Granted, Engineer's from 1972.]
Indeed. I like that a lot about movin' 'round. You see a lotta differences, but a lotta similarities too.
Guess I can count "alien planets" on my travel now, too.
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[Englightening but also rather dangerous. There have been several times that Yoshimitsu was almost certain he wouldn't survive. His hunt for the Soul Edge brought him to the brink of death many times.]
I never thought that there was life beyond the stars until now.
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...Seen whom?
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[cracks a fuckin beer open]
In general.
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[There’s an ample amount of surprise in his tone.]
These...aliens are nothing like the demons I’ve seen.
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[chugging some FUCKIN beer]
Depends on if we're talkin' aliens or actual demons.