in realising that not only was my next CD alphabetically 'sunset', but also that i haven't listened to it in months and this time last year i was probably listening to the damned thing addictively. the overture still sends little tingles down my spine.
it still makes me grin lots.
and oh, if only it wasn't alan campbell playing joe (i'm not explaining further. work it out :P) mind you, i don't think i'd be in a very coherent state of mind. it'd be like "music of the night" a la michael crawford on a loop when you're angsty and hormonal; that is, all higher brain functions are gone.
but still. they should'a recorded the tour on final night, gosh darnit. mainly because the car chase scene music made my brain do this: "oo! okay, awake now! aaaand we're melting..." whereby my body went into alert mode and followed it by slumping into a little strings-induced puddle in my seat. but also because y-k-w sings the high notes in "new ways to dream" like a frelling angel and just *sigh*
wow. 'sunset', huh? it can't be good for me...
later addition: "the lady's paying". oh, dear god. images in my brain. *giggles*
further addition: and the title song at the start of act two is nothing without jeremy's joe gillis slouch. alan campbell doesn't make me dissolve on the last note, either. feh...
Current Mood:*large grin*
Current Music:"let's have lunch" - "sunset boulevard" APR
okay, so a while back i bought some butter with the intention of making some biscuits to take to her place when we did our musicals-marathon-that-never-happened.
so i finally got around to using it today by making biscuits for myself instead. here's how they're meant to work. the butter is melted in the pan with the sugar and then it sticks all the oats together. it's only cooked to brown it. when it cools, it's meant to stay together.
except it never bloody does. so now i have a container with some vaguely biscuit-shaped things in it, and ( thisCollapse )
i think i'll either eat it with a spoon, or re-heat it and hope i can get it to stick together... *sigh*
Current Mood: hungry
Current Music:"as if we never said goodbye" - "sunset boulevard" APR (disc 2)
fic fic fic fic fic fic fic idea!! thethethe shooting! that i fixed! ee! and the argument and all flashbacky and wooooow...
okay, okay, that makes sense to me and probably nobody else, so here it is again in english...
"tango up on sunset" - the long and evil sunset chapter-fic of doom (as opposed to the long and evil buffychapter-fic of doom) is to end on a shippy note, but before it does, the pen-penultimate chapter involves a long and horrible argument between joe and norma, whereby he reminds her of when he came back and that she did, in fact, shoot him (having initially told her, on pain of being murdered by max if he told the truth, that it was the guys after his car) and various other things he then hates himself for later. (hey, it's angst, and mopey joe is fun to work with. i did tell you i liked torturing him...) but anyway, i just got the briefest little flash, movie-like, of him telling her about that shooting and what really happened, cutting between 'real' time and flashback. specifically... (and this is off the top of my head, mainly dialogue but no action because that takes longer and i'm only getting voices at the moment. this is raw, un-read, un-betaed, as-it-comes minhfic... thus, nobody's allowed to flame it :P)
"But you said-"
"I know what I said," he told her, "but I would have said anything to keep Max off my back. He didn't want you to know the truth, same as always, and, like an idiot, I listened to him."
She could only nod, still a little sceptical as the memory plainly refused to surface. "If that's so," she said, defiantly, "then why don't I remember?"
"I have no idea. Because you remember what you choose to remember; you always have. And Max hasn't exactly helped over the years."
Instinctively, she looked for Max, needing his support, but he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he'd heard them and decided to stay out of it. Whatever the reason for his absence, it was one against one, and nobody to confirm either of their arguments. "This isn't fair, Joe. I barely remember that night; truth be told, neither do you."
"I have an excuse. I was unconscious." Had he not been serious, it would have been almost amusing. He was, however, right, and she remembered that much.
"I do remember the doctor being here..." she mused, a vague recollection surfacing. "Wasn't... wasn't one of the shots to your shoulder?"
He nodded. "Yes. But it was only a scrape..."
"It's only a scrape, Norma, nothing serious. Now, please, you're crowding me. I can't patch him up with you hovering over me like that."
Reluctantly, she steps back from the sofa doubling as her doctor's working area. "There's so much blood. I didn't realise."
"It's the nature of the beast. Don't worry."
It was coming back, slowly, in reverse.
and that's all my Muse is going to give me. but that's pretty much what it's going to look like. yee!
(also, something random about the opening credits of "the 10th kingdom" - when the landscape of NYC is turning into a fairytale kingdom, various buildings and bridges turn into castles and forests and things. the exception to the rule, in a very brief shot, is the twin towers, which take up the back of a shot of a giant stepping from liberty island to the mainland (or similar) - and it's literally a 1-second shot, but they just... fall... straight down. a la 9/11. it's actually kinda spooky...)
Current Music:"the 10th kingdom" soundtrack - anne dudley (who is similar in style to danny elfman, and it's weird.)