Music Soothes the Savage Beast

Lowell Iversen | 25 | Musician | Old Town

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matt-woods:

“That’s not even true. I have a degree that allows me to work there. The hiring process was very rigorous. Not just anybody can work there.”

“Dude, you have shit hours and don’t make enough money. Who cares how hard it was to get a job there? You can like, move boxes in the desert and make more than you do now. And go home at night.”

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matt-woods:

“What? You’re crazy, Lowe. I have no background in politics. And I’m supposed to work at the museum.”

“No one has a background in politics until they, you know, go into politics. C’mon, you’ve got that perfect grin and you’re actually a nice person. Plus you have good hair. No one votes for anyone with bad hair, it’s a fact. Says who? It’s just a museum. Anyone can work there.”

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matt-woods:

“It’s not like I don’t want to see her. I just- it’s our work schedules.”

“Then like, get a new job. Or better hours. Hey, you know where you’d be great? City council. You’ve got politician written all over you. I’d vote for you, if I was allowed to.”

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matt-woods:

“That’s my job. And I hardly ever get to see her, so I’m kind of jealous about it.”

“Well, you should really see her more often then. If you’re not kissing her that often, no wonder she wants to be kissed by me under the mistletoe. Really, it’s your fault.”

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matt-woods:

“Please don’t kiss my girlfriend.”

“But what if she wants to be kissed under the mistletoe? It would be rude not to. Don’t make me be rude, Matt.”

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‘Tis the Season | Spencer & Lowell

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Lowell got on the train without any instruments. Okay, he still had his ocarina and his brand-new erhu that he was practicing with. But he’d left the majority of his instruments at home, and that spoke to his willingness to focus on the lights and the train ride. He wanted to be newly inspired for the mourning symphony he was working on for his guitar’s passing. He currently lacked any other musicians to cover most of the important parts, but he was working on that. Sort of. Maybe not a symphony. Maybe an elegy. A concert? A concept album? He just couldn’t find the right thing to express his loss. 

Sitting in a darkened car, he felt inspiration come over him, and pulled out his bow, sliding it along the strings of the erhu, fingers stroking up and down the strings to make it sing. It sounded so mournful. He could almost believe it was crying. Closing his eyes, he played until he looked up and realized that Spencer was in the doorway. “Hey man. Sorry, was just doing a little composing. Did you wanna come in?”

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spencer-dodier:

Spencer had been friends with Lowell long enough to have gotten used to the man’s particular brand of affection. And it was kind of nice, the open physical affection without judgment, and, if he was honest, it was one of the reasons why he was so close to Lowell. He took the man’s offered hand and heaved himself up before pulling the man into a tight hug. After the hug, he pulled back and gave his friend a quick peck on the lips. “I am so, so, so sorry, bro,” he said again. And he was. He really, honestly was. He knew how much Lowell loved his guitar. “Can I do anything to help? Should we have like… I dunno. A ceremony or something for it?”

Lowell habitually patted Spence on the head and back during the hug, despite his grief over the loss of his beloved guitar, which he had named Gertrude for reasons he didn’t fully understand. Lowell kissed him back, since that was really the polite thing to do. “It’s okay, Spence. It was an accident.” Sighing, he leaned his head on Spencer’s shoulder. “That would be nice. Can I snuggle you? I just feel so alone without her.”

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matt-woods:

“There are multiple kinds? I just steal Em’s.”

“Damn. Maybe I should steal Em’s too. Wait, that means Em has super soft lips. Maybe I should put up some mistletoe around her.”

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morethantheintern:

“Well… I mean that part wasn’t ideal but I’ve always been jealous of your musical abilities. I sound like a dying dragon when I try to make any sort of music.”

“Gosh, thanks. That’s - it’s always nice to meet a fan. Especially one who’s so robust and difficult to kill.”

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siobhanazdak:

“Potato flute. That’s disgustingly adorable.” Siobhan gagged for a second. “How long does it take to learn?”

“Music can inspire a lot of different emotions.” Lowell grinned and tucked his triple-ocarina back into a pocket. “Well, that baby’s a triple, so you’d have to start with a single and then work your way up. But, honestly, it’s pretty intuitive. Like a penny whistle or a recorder, except way awesomer.”

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matt-woods:

“You were into it. I was just- You’re the one hanging mistletoe and enforcing it.”

“Yeah, sure, bro. Whoa, tripped!”

 “By the way, your lips are super soft. What kind of chapstick do you use?”

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matt-woods:

“I don’t- I don’t know. Maybe she does. We never really talked about it.”

“Seems like something you should cover if you’re getting married, dude. Maybe she’ll be super eager to kiss other people and let you kiss other people. You never know. Em seems cool. Unless you’re not into kissing other people. But, I mean, you kinda seemed like you were.”

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matt-woods:

“No, no. Stop. I’m trying to ask Em to marry me, not that I’ve been off kissing other people. We’re not- it’s not that kind of relationship. And I don’t kiss my friends. That’s not- it’s not me.”

“I know, we talked about it, I told you to. Well, if you think she’d mind, I guess I understand. You guys do your weird thing. Seems like a waste, though. There’s a lot of people out there to kiss. Why hold yourself back to just one? I mean, maybe Em wants to kiss other people too.”

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matt-woods:

“That’s not a normal way to say thanks. I mean, not to someone like me. Low, you can’t just-”

“…do that.”

“Of course not! I wasn’t tryna say thanks, I was tryna make you feel better. If I was tryna thank you, there’d be tongue.”

“Sure I can, I just did it. Unless you think I wasn’t that good at it. I can keep trying til I get it right. Practice is essential for good performance.”

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matt-woods:

“Why would you kiss the girl- Forget it. You gotta stop doing that. Not all of us are as liberated as you are, Low.”

“How else was I going to show my thanks? Jeeze, you must think I’m super impolite. Next you’ll be saying I shouldn’t kiss the pizza delivery guy, when you know no one does a slice like Big Rico’s. But we’re standing under mistletoe. See?” Lowell pointed up where there was, in fact, mistletoe. “Sorry, buddy. I don’t make the rules.”

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matt-woods:

“Because I literally don’t know what else to do.”

“Are you blushing? Dude, there wasn’t even tongue. I gave the girl who did my taxes a better kiss than that. Here, lemme try again.”

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janitortorres:

“Sounds like the tour was worth it in a lot of ways. Where’d you go? You’re welcome. Wouldn’t’ve said it if I didn’t mean it, you’re really talented. Who doesn’t want a little glockenspiel at 2 in the morning? I’m sure it’ll be super tight. Or that’ll just be us.” He chuckled at his own dirty joke. He didn’t really know what Lowell meant by ‘tight’ so he turned it into something else. “I got somethin’ to do one or two days of the week but the rest of the time, zilch. It’s okay, though, I’m gettin’ really good at phone games. Wow, three? Must keep you busy. Right, guess that makes sense. I think I know what you mean about someone smilin’ at you. Kinda makin’ me wish I could smell emotions now, though I guess they’re not all good like that. I guess not. Some of us handsome and rugged folks will just have to settle for being normal and boring.” 

“Europe, mostly. And, you know, I did a mini-tour of the desert communities. That was fun too. If a bit weird. Actually, it was really weird. And honestly, not that much fun. Europe was way better. Thanks, man. I know, right? Course we’re tight, bro. You and me, we’re tight as hell.” He grabbed Rafe’s hand to do a bro hug, pulling him in and clapping him on the back. “Then I’ll definitely stop by. I bet jamming in a stadium is super badass! Yeah but they’re not really steady gigs, so it’s not like, all the time or anything. Just to make ends meet. Oh shit yeah, disgust smells, well, disgusting. Think shit and hot garbage. And hatred is like burnt meat. Hey, could be worse, right? You could be like, not handsome. Anyway, you’re not boring.”