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@ohaldous-blog
𝕀’𝕄 𝔸𝕃𝔻𝕆𝕌𝕊 𝕊ℕ𝕆𝕎 ; 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℝ𝕆ℂ𝕂𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ
“ yea, yea, yea, yea, oi, oi, oi, oi : put up your hand for our queen ! for shagging five birds in the back of me limousine ! ”
i felt particularly in tune with the cosmos – i feel in tune with it tonight
[ rp portrayal of ALDOUS SNOW from ‘Get Him To The Greek’ & ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’ ]
Drinking gin at half past five, chatting up a bird with a dodgy eye. I found me a girl on a pasty face; do her right when the fellow arrives. Drop the pills down off me crust, meet the lads, I'm coming up! The cheeky line of devil dust, we're a wealthy gang of lust. Let's get fucked, let's get fucked: Let's get fucked up on the town!
like this to be honored with a lyrical starter from Aldous Snow.
idol / singer starters
as requested by anon. Feel free to make any changes !
famous
“Do you want me to sign that for you?”
“I need a break..” / “I need to go back to my roots..”
“Do you know who I am?!”
“Thank you so much for your support!”
“This is NOT what I asked for.”
“I would have to talk to my manager about it…”
“Everyone forgets that I can play instruments, too.”
“I don’t need you! I don’t need anyone!”
“I don’t really feel famous.”
“My fans are everything.”
“It only cost five thousand dollars…”
“The words…I forgot the words…”
“Should I get a bodyguard?”
“Photoshoots are hard work.” / “What do you mean ‘my face is wrong’??”
“It’s all about the music.”
fan
“Can I get a picture with you?”
“I’m your biggest fan!”
“Your music really speaks to me.”
“It wasn’t hard to find your address.”
“I just knew you wrote that song for me.”
“I LOVE YOU!!”
“Will you listen to my demo??”
“Please sign my shirt/CD/face/poster/etc.”
“Meeting you is like a dream.”
“I hope to be famous like you someday.”
writing / singing
“I feel so inspired.”
“You’re my muse.”
“Why can’t I come up with this next line?!”
“The hard part is rhyming.” / “I don’t fuck with ‘orange’.”
“I don’t usually write my own music.”
“UGH. I’m not hitting this note the way I want to.”
“No, it goes like ‘la la la’, not ‘lalala’. There’s a difference.”
“I wrote the perfect lyric and then I realized I heard it in High School Musical.”
“Those lyrics just aren’t sticking.”
“This should be a duet.”
tour
“We’re on in five!”
“I haven’t showered in like three days…”
“I think I might have a sore throat.”
“This outfit makes me look amazing.”
“I’ve been doing these moves for hours…I need a break.”
“I’m not supposed to talk, to save my voice.”
“Being on the road is the best.” / “I’m homesick.”
“That was the last performance! Let’s celebrate.”
“I think there was–there was someone in the crowd…”
“Wait…let me take a quick nap for five hundred years.”
Stroke the Furry Wall - Infant Sorrow (Russell Brand)
𝕀’𝕄 𝔸𝕃𝔻𝕆𝕌𝕊 𝕊ℕ𝕆𝕎 ; 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℝ𝕆ℂ𝕂𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ
“ yea, yea, yea, yea, oi, oi, oi, oi : put up your hand for our queen ! for shagging five birds in the back of me limousine ! ”
i felt particularly in tune with the cosmos – i feel in tune with it tonight
[ rp portrayal of ALDOUS SNOW from ‘Get Him To The Greek’ & ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’ ]
!! @soypeor liked for a starter ~
“How, just HOW.” And he’s already slung an arm about the nearest someone, is using his cigarette to point at the television : just another lady celebrity performing her latest song. Lovely girl, lovely show, even lovelier voice-- but the way Aldous regards the display, you’d think she’s insulted his... well, himself. “Blasphemy, on the music scene, just debauch, ugh.” That’s the only way to describe the ache. It’s an arrow right through the heart. Better than any shit he could come up with promptly...
“We’re doing a shot, do you like shots? Everyone likes shots.”
He came alone. There’s no one else to lament with, to discuss with, so all he has is money and attention-- both of which are readily offered tenfold as he slams at the bar top for the waitress just trying to make it through. He’ll tip her royally when he’s done, for his own conscience more than anything. “We’re doing a shot, I like tequila, so I’ll get two: what is it you want, now? To cheers! To life! To fuckin’ any goddamn thing. What do you drink?”
musicprinted
It really had seemed like just in the span of his time spent in this room the journalist had lived through five lifetimes . Millie’s dark eyes just stared at him in an incredulous way . Narrowing with intrigue . Was she being set up ? It would seem that his antics were just as wild as she’d read about . She’d had her pen and paper set across her lap , ready for this interview . “ I…” the redhead had started but was then interrupted with a hand and a mumble of words .
It was hard to process . Reaching out though she took his hand and shook it . “ Millie Hollis, I’m with..Rolling Stone Magazine. Or at least I think I am . “ Looking around and trying to really grasp the room . A quick shake of her head , before she covered her mouth to chuckle. “ I guess my first question is a little on the personal side, are you for real ? I mean like ? I don’t know where I am right now . “
“Oh, Love, I’m so real it’s devastating-- absolutely devastating, imagine, if someone concocted me on up: pity to the fool, right? Right.”
At least she seemed as confused as he was. He liked that. Put the ground on an even keel, gave him a slight chance to find his own place. She hadn’t refused his smoking, so he lit it right up, refusing to take a seat despite it being a rather reasonable thing to do. He didn’t want to sit. He wouldn’t.
“Fancy that, neither do I. Who brought you along here, my handler’s out back.” His assistant is waiting in the same room, hardly looks up from his cell phone despite the intended abuse. “For real. I wonder that. What’s real?” Hand finds chin in some self-exorbitant display of consideration. Is he writing a song in his mind? Is he even really here right now? Spit in the wind, before a sort of thoughtfulness falls over him. She’s not here to listen to him banter.
“You’re here, with me, which is lovely. Real lovely. We’re going to do an interview, you’ll ask brilliant questions and I’ll only give you terrible answers, I’m so sorry.” It’s honesty-- pure and simple as he grabs for a nearby chair, twirls it about to straddle the back. They’re in this together, now. “H’long you been with Rolling Stone?” WHO’S INTERVIEW IS THIS??
!! @crimsxnidol liked for a starter ~
“I like that.” Just generally, a point goes to his own face, swirling in circles to explain what precisely he’s referring to when it comes to the other. “Real-- real rawr you know?” And Aldous is curling fingertips into little claws, lip slipped for a proper snarling growl even. “Unique, yea, you got that; that adrenaline kick, yea... I’m into it. Clever.”
And he’s fiddling with a baggy, more like struggling, but continues his consideration: “Nice and creepy, gets the crowd off their fuckin’ asses I bet, of course it does. Real spooky, under the covers with a bloke and a flashlight sort of thing, ghost stories, y-- shit.”
He’d opened the bag. He’d almost spilled the bag. He’s left looking like a wide-eyed, chastised child for a moment in light of his own misstep. “Close. I got it, but, close. Ya’ cursed, are you? That’a deal? Devil went down to Georgia then spun right ‘round for some hair dye, yea?”
google doc : done. debauchery : a go.
!! @musichealed liked for a starter ~
“Too much. Far too much thought, friend, you keep... thinking, you know: thinking, it’ll be the death of you. Of your creative, at least, just-- stop it.”
Advice. Crucial, absolutely invaluable advice, he decides. Aldous uses the boy to prop his elbow against: a subtle shift may leave the man tumbling, but he’s much busier fiddling with his shirt pocket to care. “If it’s beautiful, it works, if it’s not, you can still make it work, you just-- you have to... stop thinking so much.”
What were they even talking about? He’s completely lost the plot: “You look lonely mate, just devastating, let me introduce you to’a someone, yea: this is MOTHER MARY--” joint is held before the other, still unlit, for a good proper introduction.
“You wanna meet her? Can I meet her while you keep on thinking, yea?” he’s getting exhausted...
!! @musicprinted liked for a starter ~
“No- no, I’m not late, that’s subjective, Love.”
Of course he’s late. His assistant had definitely advised him he was late, but that was a Hell of awhile ago. Not now. No, now, Aldous is in a too small room: “Bit claustrophobic in here, yea? A bit tight. Don’t quite like it, no. Not at all.”
She hadn’t asked. He had hardly even looked at her, yet, but does so only after he hikes sunglasses up atop dark curls... but then they were put right back down, too bright. “I’ll be smoking in here, so, that’s alright, right? Just’a light, that’s it. Quick like, don’t tattle.”
And there’s already a hand, reaching towards her, and an unlit spliff in his mouth. “Little Bird, Darling, what do I call you, now?”
like this to be honored with a lyrical starter from Aldous Snow.
