#daniel hart

[cvrryflvrdcvnt]

the cast and producers of THE VAMPIRE LESTAT all being massively hungover (and possibly still a little high) in every new interview that drops because they did all the interviews the day after the vampire lestat concert is very, very funny.

[lestandevalois]

[weclassybouquetfun]

Guaranteed to kill it onstage.

[the-breath-in-air]

For folks wondering why "Black Licorice" keeps being referred to as a better song...imo it's because Lestat didn't write it. Satan's Night Out had already written the song before they ever met Lestat. Lestat claims he made a change to the chord progression, but did he really? And for sure some of the lyrics are his, but also the chorus almost certainly isn't (imo).

"Long Face" is his song. "Black Licorice" is not.

So when people tell him how much they hate "Long Face" but love "Black Licorice," it's actually, secretly, a source of pain and shame for him. Just further erosion of his self-esteem.

And then to add onto the meta layer, "Black Licorice" was a song Daniel Hart had already written and recorded over a decade ago. He didn't even write it for Lestat (although the lyrics are changed). Which is just such a *chef's kiss.*

[crazykuroneko]

I just posted and @blueteainfusion helped me solve it already.

Yes, t-shirt is names of musical persona/band the other cast or crew have.

Man Man: Ryan Kattner's band

Dark Rooms: Daniel Hart's band

Sister Swire: Sarah Swire's band

Raleigh Ritchie: Jacob's persona

it's cute. i see it as a way to show their support for our occasional musician

EDIT: I love to feel vindicated 😌

[nalyra-dreaming]

Watching Sam sing this and hear Lestat is always such a whiplash.

[lou-stat]

Decider: The stars of #TheVampireLestat share their go-to karaoke songs.

[savagewilderness]

The Fountain of Blood

It seems to me sometimes my blood is bubbling out As fountains do, in rhythmic sobs; I feel it spout And lapse; I hear it plainly; it makes a murmuring sound; But from what wound it wells, so far I have not found.

As blood runs in the lists, round tumbled armored bones, It soaks the city, islanding the paving-stones; Everything thirsty leans to lap it, with stretched head; Trees suck it up; it stains their trunks and branches red.

I turn to wine for respite, I drink, and I drink deep; (Just for one day, one day, neither to see nor hear!) Wine only renders sharper the frantic eye and ear.

In terror I cry to love, "Oh, put my mind to sleep!" But love for me is only a mattress where I shrink On needles, and my blood is given to whores to drink.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Flowers of Evil(NY: Harper and Brothers, 1936)

La Fontaine de Sang

Il me semble parfois que mon sang coule à flots, Ainsi qu'une fontaine aux rythmiques sanglots. Je l'entends bien qui coule avec un long murmure, Mais je me tâte en vain pour trouver la blessure.

À travers la cité, comme dans un champ clos, Il s'en va, transformant les pavés en îlots, Désaltérant la soif de chaque créature, Et partout colorant en rouge la nature.

J'ai demandé souvent à des vins captieux D'endormir pour un jour la terreur qui me mine; Le vin rend l'oeil plus clair et l'oreille plus fine!

J'ai cherché dans l'amour un sommeil oublieux; Mais l'amour n'est pour moi qu'un matelas d'aiguilles Fait pour donner à boire à ces cruelles filles!

— Charles Baudelaire

Sorry these are awful today! I was lost in this incredible harmony that sometimes where is it going. Sam… this can’t have been easy to learn but you sang like a classical singer! Incredible!