#boyoyo

[lilycomplex]

hi???????????? (BTR ch40)

[hballegro]

ok so i was trying to get a clip of bj saluting so i could make it into a gif [because my friend uses a gif of mulcahy saluting and i want to get him back] and. bj what was this

why did you do this. what the hell was that

[fyeahmeddy]

Huge win for the Boyoyo shippers in Valentine's Day from Hamaji-sama (this was the cover art for chapter #40)

[spilladabalia]

Malcolm Mclaren Presents Double Dutch

[iwrotemrtambourineman]

the addams family (1991) versus the munsters (2022) both of these couples are equally horny for each other in opposite directions

[menacingmetal]

cant believe ive been simping for lorik qui'in all this time only to find out he shares a voice actor with paladin danse 💀💀

[jupiterispyink]

(BOINK) (WHACK) (BOYOYOING) (SPOINK) (WHAM) (YEOWCH!)

HellOOOOO doctor SMILEY!

Character is Dr. Smiley: any pronouns

[keenbugg]

YOU DONT FEEL YOU COULD LOVE ME BUT I FEEL YOU COULD

[girlreviews]

Review #46: Graceland, Paul Simon

It makes sense to do Graceland next, right? Ha. You might think I’m gonna fucking rip on it after that last post but I did say I loved it, and I do.

Here’s the thing: I think Paul Simon is a twerp. I could write a white paper on his ego and pretentiousness. That ego and pretentiousness would factor into whatever section that covered the controversy surrounding the production and creation of Graceland. That’s a nuanced discussion. He’s still a twerp.

However, he’s a twerp that made a damn near perfect album on this occasion. I’m going to have to keep myself in check or this review will itself turn into a white paper. Simon recorded some of the album with South African musicians including The Boyoyo Boys and Ladysmith Black Mambazo in Johannesburg, and remaining parts in the US with other guest artists like Linda Ronstadt and The Everly Brothers (!!). Unlike his previous work, since he had always been a singer-songwriter type, the music came first and the lyrics came last. This, is SO fascinating to me, because the lyrics are two things in Graceland:

One: Completely disconnected from the sound of the music behind them compared to the lyrical content, which I have always thought just somehow works. Songs about Memphis, songs about New York City, but sung over South African street music.

Two: Absolutely stunning. Masterful. Some of the best to ever be written and sung. I will have a lot of trouble not quoting entire verses. And I don’t always feel this way about Paul Simon. Sometimes I think he misses in a big way. He just didn’t on this record.

I’m going to start with Graceland itself. Make no mistake: this song brought my ass to Tennessee. It did. I listened to this record more in the year preceding my decision to move back to the US more than any other. So much so that I got banned from playing it in my office (true!). Consciously or not, when the time came for me to decide what the fuck to do with my life, I was hearing “I’m going to Graceland, Graceland, Memphis, Tennessee, for reasons I cannot explain, there’s some part of me that wants to see Graceland”. I actually have never been to Graceland. Well I have, I’ve been to the parking lot and the gift shop. But that’s it. I’m not paying that much money to look at some weirdos weird lair. You’re never going to get me to care about Elvis like that. Anyway, I digress. This song breaks your heart. Knowing your love doesn’t love you anymore. Everyone seeing directly inside your totally deconstructed heart and soul looking at the ruins of your future. What do you do to recover from that but hit the fucking road? Accompanying those soul crushing lyrics is a guitar riff that feels like how tears feel. It sounds like you’re in a bath tub and you go under for a minute. It’s under water. And that’s exactly right. It hurts so good.

Next! Oh my god, I want to say my favorite but this is one of those where they’re all my damn favorite. I Know What I Know. Firstly, this is the wittiest Paul Simon has ever been:

“She looked me over and I guess she thought I was alright

Alright in a sort of a limited way for an off night”

But he then describes her as moving so easily “all he could think of was sunlight”, and that’s pretty fucking special. I can’t lie. You could be a twerp but with talk like that, if you were a little funny, and you could sing pretty songs, yeah maybe plenty of women would give you the time of day. Maybe the ego makes sense. This song also reminds me of a former boss, who was actually from South Africa. He just sung the last words of each line, because they were really pronounced “moooooney”, “fuuuuuunny”, and it was annoying as hell. Probably because he was a real racist piece of shit, and one day when I really just told him I had nothing left in me and thought I might kill myself, mans looked me dead in the eye and told me to “pick a different thought and just keep showing up for work”. Money. Funny.

Moving on, there’s this chaotic accordion in Gumboots. I don’t really know how to single out any of the lyrics, but I’ll pick “I said hey señorita, that’s astute I said, why don’t we get together and call ourselves an institute”(the fuck???? Come on! I want to be mad at it, but it’s just the right damn side of the line where he’s not high on its own supply, it just is really that good). It’s a vocal performance for sure. It’s witty again. It’s conversational. It’s confusing. It’s unresolved. There’s joyful happy percussion and trumpets backing that up. It doesn’t make a damn bit of sense and yet it works perfectly.

I can’t get into every other song because they’re all amazing. But a poor boy is “empty as a pocket” in Diamonds of the Souls of Her Shoes. There’s a “roly-poly little bat faced girl” in You Can Call Me Al. In Crazy Love, Vol. II, “the fire in your life” is “all over the evening news”. I really can’t cope with it all.

Here’s my two stories. They’re good ones, too. Like I said, I really got to know this record in 2012, when I found it in the charity shop across from my shitty apartment at my shitty job that ruled my shitty life. I found so many good ones there (Joni!). I listened to it non-stop. Got banned from listening to it. Did it anyway, etc. Wouldn’t you know, it was the 25th anniversary of it being released? Paul Simon toured that year, with all of the original musicians. I saw it. My life was a disaster, and I was miserable all told. The people largely responsible for the misery bought tickets for everyone but me, knowing how much I loved it. But I was given VIP passes by my former housemate who worked for Columbia Records, because yeah! Sometimes you catch a break! I know in spite of all of the misery and pain of that time that felt all consuming, there was a sunny day in Hyde Park where I saw this album performed from start to finish by the original musicians. I wore a cute leopard print dress and have a picture from that day with my very dear friend Sophie, and I can see in my eyes that I was happy. He threw in some other classics too. Even some Simon and Garfunkel. I got drunk. I was in the moment. I was the roly-poly little bat-faced girl. Whatever that means. For me it means I was happy.

Fast forward a year, I moved to Tennessee. Fast forward a few more years from there. I’m married to a man who works for a nice couple who happen to be South African. One Saturday I stop in to see him at work, and he says “Hey girlreviews, I need to introduce you to someone”. That someone was a tall, slender, aging white man that I recognized from a documentary I had watched some months ago. He had a lovely South African accent. My husband tells me, “he worked on Graceland”. I didn’t know what to say, but I shook his hand and told him how much I loved the record and how special it was. I was so overwhelmed I don’t even recall his name without rewatching the documentary, or what role he played in the making of the album.

Brb, crying about that guitar sound for the 87546490075734643th time. If you’ve never heard a guitar under water, all you have to do is get in your car, put on Graceland and head to Memphis. Only the putting on Graceland part is actually required.

[gremlingirlsmell]

BoYoyo,,, 🥺

[kazoothing]

The boyoyo~n blob

[sharkflan]

Are you any good at playing the jaw harp 😮?

no, lmao, at least not yet. i can, however, make it sound like i’m saying “die” and “are you gay” and “boyoyoing”

[kandidandi]

:o

*boyoyoing boing boyng boing boyoing boing boing*

-🏆 Anon

YEAAHH LETS GOO YOU’RE DOING SO WELL!!!

[turtle-trash]

Have I mentioned that I’ve recently started to hc ecolo as having echolalia, because I do

Honestly it started w me going "hey wouldn’t it be neat if Ecolo said their repeater (boyoyo~n) sometimes out of battle as a form of vocal stim" but yknow how it is w me, whenever I have a thought it spirals out of control

Honestly playing the final story in 20th anniv is what convinced me to solidify it, since in the beginning cutscene for it when Ecolo tells ringo that what their planing is a secret they start repeating "(it’s a) secret" which. Yea could be them saying that bc ringos trying to figure it out but it seems strange that they’d convey it that way yknow?

Also another thing that I realized while looking at the wiki page for echolalia is that what it essentially does it imitates things that have already been said and, well, that is a bit of a theme with Ecolo (their 5th spell is literally imitation)

N e ways my point is that I think it would be neat if Ecolo has echolalia

[shibusawaz]

the emotions I feel for Brad bakshi cannot be put into comprehensible words, and therefore I can best describe my opinion on him as "boyoyoing boink bong boiyoing boink boink boink"