❝Because the greatest war Seungcheol had ever waged was against your heart.❞
historical! au | enemies to lovers! au | smut, fluff | approx. 30k words
s u m m a r y : there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.
c o n t e n t : military commander! seungcheol, noblewoman! artist! mc, artist! minghao, artist! soonyoung who are both annoying (affectionate), cheol and mc absolutely hate each other because i need to see proper e2l, cheol is the hottest man who ever lived, he also has a scar on his lip (yes this needs a separate warning), this is set in renaissance venice so there will be artist references, the doge = basically ruler of venice, themes of sexism, constant arguing between mc and cheol, there is fluff, also angst ofc mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out fuelled by hatred, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (only because medieval contraception is vile), cheol says some very vile things during the deed, very slight corruption kink
p l a y l i s t : dangerous woman by ariana grande || war of the hearts by sade || love is stronger than pride by sade || i don’t understand but i luv u by seventeen
a u t h o r ’ s n o t e : hello everyone i died on this account but i am back and better than ever especially since cheol has the nerve to be the finest man alive. just a warning, this fic is going to be so horrendously self-indulgent </3
SEUNGCHEOL ENTERED THE ROOM, AND YOU STILLED.
He was also wearing his wedding attire, but his cravat had been loosened, revealing a sliver of his neck. His curls were wild, as if he had been raking his hands through them. Even as a groom his sword was strapped at his side, the weapon absent at the actual ritual. You could have laughed at him if you were not so nervous—even on an apparent intimate night, he had only thoughts of murdering you.
His expression, on the other hand, revealed no humour.
You heard him sigh sharply, locking the door. That instantly had your nerves heightening. “Unlock the door,” you commanded, getting up from the bed. “I need to run away if you try to do something.”
“I shall have no drunk cousin or lecherous relative spying on us,” he refuted, stepping closer into the room.
“Spying?” your senses perked up. “Seungcheol, we are not doing anything worth spying on, do you understand?”
“What the hell do you mean?” he demanded, propping his gloved hands on his hips. He made to step closer to you but you raised your hand to stop him.
“I know a man has expectations,” you started, backing away from him, “Everyone expects us to seal the marriage, and I know that is the tradition, but I do not care…” you paused, and even the thought of such an action frightened you.
“If you try to touch me, Seungcheol, I will not hesitate to take your sword and stab myself with it.”
He parted his mouth to sneer, but he caught the look in your gaze. He had never seen such a promise ready to be fulfilled should your worst fears occur.
The man could not help but step back.
“Did you really think I would do that, _____?”
You smiled, albeit without any humour. “Well, first you declare that you would rather die by the hands of a Turk before marrying me, and here you stand as my husband.” You shook your head. “I cannot trust you.”
The accusation on his honour stung. “I stand by what I said. I did not want—do not want to marry you.”
“Then why did you say yes?!” you screamed.
He stood silent for a time, gritting his teeth.
It was the truth. Choi Seungcheol was the last man on earth who wished for your hand.
He, too, wanted to escape as the ceremony progressed. Even as you came into the church, dolled up in the height of fashion, he wished nothing more than to run out of God’s holy building, jump upon a gondola and row away from the city.
Despite his prowess, his popularity, his apparent undeniable power, he was unable to escape this marriage. There were exterior forces, beyond his control.
He said it to you truthfully.
“I was given no choice. I had to say yes.”
You did not believe him. “King of the Venetian military, the Republic’s favourite man and you could not control your choice of wife?” You almost wanted to laugh at him.
He could tell. “You would not understand,” he muttered, turning away from you. “All you have ever done is be a spoiled Doge’s daughter.”
That really ticked you off. “You have no idea what I have done for myself. You will never know of the burdens I carry for being a woman alone.” You crossed your arms, daring him to face you like a man. “All you have done is go to some foreign land and kill a few poor souls.”
Now that really ticked him off. “You speak of burdens as if I have none.” His voice dropping an octave had you blinking back. “You are not the only person who has struggled.”
You watched him as he finally deigned you a glance. There was something incredibly bleak in his usual stormy eyes. Not that you had never not seen him in a sour countenance, but this was possibly the first time you had seen him so hopeless.
“You are not the only person who has felt alone.”
A great part inside of you wished to cackle the ceiling down.
He should feel alone! You raged inside your mind, looking down at the ends of your wedding gown. He should feel something akin to loneliness so he could understand a fraction of your despair. The man was constantly surrounded by his men, his followers, hundreds of thousands of admirers from all over Europe.
You, on the other hand, had only yourself and your paint.
Even with that bitterness, no laughter spluttered from your lips.
You could only match his cruel stare, and hope he took you seriously.
A few more minutes passed before he sighed, taking off his loosened cravat from his neck, putting his sheathed sword on the set of drawers behind him. “We should sleep,” he said, stepping before the opposite side of the bed.
Watching his every move, you then shifted your gaze to the bed. “Yes…we should…”
His famous brow quirked inquisitively. “What are you thinking now?” he asked, clearly exasperated. He then continued dryly, “If you are still hesitant about the whole consummation, then I can assure you that I, too, would slice my head off if you suggested it.”
“Well, I am not suggesting it,” you muttered. “I am more puzzled about why you are getting into bed.”
His tiredness did not stop his stare turning sharp with sarcasm. “Because that is what a person does if they wish to sleep.”
“I am aware of that, thank you.” You put a hand to your chest. “But I wish to sleep as well, and I will be damned before I let you sleep in the same bed as me.”
Now his gaze turned mocking. “My God, you have some nerve saying such a thing.” He set the cravat down on the bedside table. “If you have a problem with me sleeping here, you can sleep somewhere else.”
“Excuse me!” you exclaimed, reaching out to clutch the bedsheets. “This is my bedroom. I have slept here my entire life!” You huffed, sitting on the plush mattress. “Besides, are you soldiers not accustomed to sleeping anywhere? I am sure my bedroom floor is a lavish upgrade from whatever hellsite you rested abroad.”
“Oh, you—” he brought his knee upon the bed, hands further placed as he leaned closer to you. “I care very little whether you have been sleeping here all your life. Your father brought me here, so I have a right to this space.”
You matched his vigour instantly, leaning just as close, sparking a fire in your expression. “And I care none if Papa brought you here—hell, if the Pope carried you to this very room.” His growing rage had no effect on your own. “Sleep. On. The. Floor.”
Mere inches away from each other, the general stared you down. Had the receiver of such a cruel eye been his soldiers, they would have run for the lakes, abandoned the army altogether. Seungcheol’s cold, calculating glares have had enemies shiver in their masses.
It irked him so ardently that his infamous tactics ceased to work on you.
He looked over your features: the manic, determined glint in your pupils, the flared nose, the pursed lips. No one, a woman, no less, had stood up to him like this.
Of course, he should not have been surprised. You had always been a sharp pain in his backside.
God, I cannot let her win, his voice rang, over and over in his head. She cannot have this over me.
But then he saw a glint in your usual mischievous gaze, and he knew you were about to commit a crime.
He was not wrong.
Because you did have an idea, and you smirked, fingers rising to the thin bow on the top of your dress.
Slowly, you began to untie the lace.
Seungcheol watched with no small amount of horror as your rigid wedding gown began to loosen at the top, its flared arms drooping around your shoulders.
You made to untie the second lace when he raised his hands, twisting his lips into a scowl. “What the hell are you doing?!” he demanded, getting off the bed.
“What does it look like?” You untied the string, dress falling further down till you needed your hands to hold it steady.
A single drop, and everything would be revealed.
The greatest general in the peninsula nearly squirmed at the thought.
Your fingers toyed with the last lace.
His eyes darted to your movements. Then, to your face, and you noticed the change of expression—it was as if he was thinking of a military strategy, a last-minute decision on the battlefield.
Once again, you pulled at the string.
But before the knot was fully untied you heard a savage growl escape his mouth.
“Oh, for God’s sake!”
Before you even let the dress fall, he swerved around, grabbing hold of his sword from the drawers. “Fine! Have your room!” The muscles on his back flexed as he raked a hand in his hair. “You are truly ridiculous!”
You could only laugh at the scene of him thundering to the door, vigorously unlocking it and storming out.
The laughter did not stop as you changed into your nightgown, shaking your head.
You did not care if Choi Seungcheol had become your husband.
You were not going to let anything of your life change.
hiiiii my love, can't wait to torture bee for her birthday (because yoongi hasn't done enough of that). little on the nose, but can i request domestic yoongi celebrating a partner's birthday? i just think he'd be really sweet & thoughtful with it
love u, thank u <3
hello my beloved! thank u for the request. please excuse the tooth-rotting fluff here, but i had to make it extra soft for our resident acts of service king. <3
i hope this helps our collective hobi depression just a tiny bit :')
yours to keep
pairing: yoongi x gn!reader
genre: established relationship au; fluff
warnings: domestic soft yoongi. may cause delusions.
rating: e for everyone
wordcount: 569
listen to: by your side by sade
[the night before, 7:30pm]
Yoongi waits until you’re out of the house.
Friday night, dragged to your favorite restaurant by your group of closest friends. Jimin sent along with Yoongi’s credit card and a mission. Tonight, he’s a turncoat: tasked with making sure you have a good time, but also ensuring you stay out long enough for Yoongi to cross every task off his to-do list. And, as Jimin had appeared at the door to escort you, dressed impeccably as always, nearly glittering beneath the shitty lighting in your kitchen, you’d been none the wiser.
There’d been a sly smirk thrown over his shoulder and the discreet passage of a sleek, black card. A kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth, a promise to see you later, and then silence.
Now he can get to work.
[11:59pm]
“I had no idea thirty would come with so many new aches and pains.”
Yoongi laughs something soft and breathy. Thinks it’s kind of silly that he always reacts to you this way: endlessly endeared, edges permanently eroded. He takes in the sight of you—skin still dewy from your shower, those expensive eye patches you love stuck beneath your tired gaze. Wonders what kind of crossroads deal he must’ve shook on to wind up here.
Twenty-four seconds until midnight. Not that he’s counting, but he wants to get it right. Wants to see the brief glimpse of confusion before your face settles and that brilliant smile shines through. Just enough time to make it to the kitchen and dig through the junk drawer. Enough time to pad back down the hallway and appear in the doorway of the bedroom.
“What’s that?” you ask, and there’s the confusion. The soft knit of your eyebrows, small downturn of your mouth.
Yoongi doesn’t answer. Just places one knee on the bed, lets it dimple under his weight. Pulls the lighter out of his pocket just as the clock strikes midnight and lights the stupid 3 candle he’d also tasked Jimin with. “Happy birthday, baby. Make a wish.”
You close your eyes and blow.
Whatever you wish for, Yoongi hopes it sounds a lot like forever.
[the day of, 9am]
He lets you sleep in.
Busies himself with the fruit tray and the coffee machine. Trims the stems of the flowers, makes sure the water in the vase is cold. Arranges them so they look more purposeful and less thrown-together. Meticulously sticks thirty spiral candles into the cake and wonders how he’s going to light them all before they start melting. Sighs and decides to do it anyway.
And then there’s the sound of feet on hardwood and he turns, his smile involuntary when you come into frame. “Morning, love. Did you sleep well?”
“Mhm. What’re you doing?”
You wrap your arms around him from behind. Place a kiss between his shoulders. Yoongi places a hand over yours and squeezes. Says, “Lighting your birthday candles.”
“That’s a lot of candles,” comes your response, but the warmth in it is palpable. He can feel your smile. “Did you make the cake?”
He nods. Shrieks when you pinch playfully at his waist and call him a traitor.
Thinks he’d do much worse if it made you happy.
[6:45pm]
Yoongi clears the dishes from the table. Stacks them in a pile next to the sink.
⨳﹙🎧 brainrot ★﹚–– yjs favourite artists/bands in the 90s
SHAUNA : billy idol, jeff buckley, weezer, backstreet boys, elton john, blur, chris isaak, hole, kurt cobain, siouxsie and the banshees, morrissey, the la’s, new radicals, savage garden
JACKIE : no doubt, *nsync, mazzy star, wham!, tracy chapman, cyndi lauper, shania twain, outkast, abba, blondie, inxs, sixpence none the richer, donna lewis, fleetwood mac, britney spears, savage garden, spice girls
LOTTIE : the cranberries, mazzy star, the cure, alanis morissette, stevie nicks, madonna, queen, sade, spice girls, gwen stefani
NAT : nirvana, radiohead, slowdive, deftones, pixies, the cure, hole
TAI : pj harvey, billy joel, tears for fears, george michael, queen, morissey, simply red, bee gees, aerosmith
VAN : the smiths, foo fighters, the clash, pet shop boys, guns n' roses
MARI : christina aguilera, aaliyah, keyshia cole, tlc
@rashadliveson my everything, my reason for living, my husband <33333
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favorite singers (as of now):
-sade
-kali uchis
-sza
-mitski
-olivia rodrigo
-laufey (lin)
-ice spice
-megan thee stallion
-nicki minaj
-selena (quintanilla)
-kiana ledè
-minnie riperton
-beyoncé
-rihanna
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favorite songs (as of now):
-moonlight by kali uchis
-muñekita by kali uchis (with el alfa n jt)
-snooze by sza
-supermodel by sza
-pretty little birds by sza
-bitter bitch by kiana ledè
-deeper by kiana ledè
-plenty more by kiana ledè
-your love is king by sade
-bug like an angel by mitski
-class of 2013 by mitski
-carry me out by mitski
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favorite albums (as of now):
-lush by mitski
-retired from sad new career in business by mitski
-bury me at make out creek by mitski
-puberty 2 by mitski
-be the cowboy by mitski
-laurel hell by mitski
-aaliyah by aaliyah
-ctrl by sza
-renaissance by beyoncé
-red moon in venus by kali uchis
-wasteland by brent faiyaz
-fuck the world by brent faiyaz
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DNI:
if you’re a flowerfang shipper
like child porn/are pedophilic
ship flowerfang/blood flower, you’re fucking disgusting and you should drop dead because you literally like to read a 15 year old be raped by a man x2 his age that tried to kill his ass
IF YOU ship miles and the spot
IF YOU ship miles n hobie where hobie’s 19+
IF YOU TREAT MILES LIKE A SEX SLAVE !!!!!!
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Heartfelt gratitude to everyone who attended the Lobotomy Room film club’s presentation of Lady in a Cage (1964) on 20 July! What a roller coaster of emotions, from the opening credits of a world gone mad (unconscious wino! Couple having sex in a car! A radio announcer ranting about the need for an “anti-Satan missile”! The disturbing use of a dead dog that anticipates John Waters’ in Desperate Living (1977!) onward. Who couldn’t relate when Cornelia Hilyard (Olivia de Havilland) tries to stave off madness while trapped in her “small private elevator” by singing “Alloutte” and composing a poem in her head?
Some further thoughts: does Lady in a Cage represent the most cataclysmic 4th of July weekend captured on film? Is it one of the first-ever “home invasion” thrillers? The British Board of Film Classification was so appalled by Lady in a Cage, it didn’t receive a cinematic release in the UK at all – and in fact only became viewable here in 2000 when it was issued on video! De Havilland was only 47 years-old here and already playing matrons with broken hips! While it’s almost certainly unintentional, the central image of Cornelia in her cage-like elevator recalls Katharine Hepburn in Suddenly Last Summer (1959). Lady in a Cage represented the first time the genteel Academy Award-winning de Havilland dipped her toe into exploitation cinema, but certainly not the last. A year later came hagsploitation classic Hush … Hush, Sweet Charlotte, then she featured in 1970s “disaster movies” like Airport ’77 (1977) and 1978 “killer bees” film The Swarm! Ann Sothern as Sade absolutely excelled at portraying these blowzy middle-aged floozy roles – until later in the decade when Shelley Winters would increasingly monopolize them! Did you notice that in his close-ups James Caan (as Randall, leader of the juvenile delinquents) is wearing more eyebrow pencil and eyeliner than Elvis Presley? If you enjoyed Rafael Campos’ performance as switchblade flourishing Essy, search out the bizarre 1968 exploitation flick The Astro-Zombies in which he co-stars with Tura Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! Satana! And what happens to Cornelia’s sexually ambiguous son Malcolm? Anyway, see you third Thursday of August for more lurid lowbrow fun!
It's New Years Eve! It seems like everyone is celebrating at Hinoki's work!
Seems like they killed her off in The Sims Medieval Series!
Long Live Tyrant King Hinoki!
At Home Everyone gets together for once to throw a Party for Kale!
Sade makes a Honey Cake, which is usually legacy tradition cause I force every gen to keep bees.
Songs/music (mostly popular stuff from the 70s/80s) I have always gotten “weird/surreal” feelings from that are objectively not weird at all:
Ride Like the Wind - Christopher Cross
Most disco I’ve ever heard, specifically, the album Four Seasons of Love by Donna Summer, the songs More Than A Woman and Night Fever by The Bee Gees
I Can’t Go for That (No Can Do) - Hall & Oates
I’ll Be Around - The Spinners
(I Just) Died in Your Arms - Cutting Crew
Africa - Toto (kind of? Not to the extent of a lot of the others)
Come Undone - Duran Duran (that one actually makes the most sense-so far)
All The Right Moves - OneRepublic (that’s literally one of the most “normal” bands in existence but I have always gotten a weird feeling from that song. It came to mind when I was writing this and I’m gonna go as far as to say I’d call that a “trippy” song but I cannot really put into words why lmao)
A LOT of Steely Dan’s stuff. Almost all of it. Before I listened to them, I had no idea I would like them as much as I did, and this is the main reason why.
In The Air Tonight - Phil Collins (hmm..I know it’s always thought of as “suspenseful” but to me it’s more just surreal)
Easy Lover - Philip Bailey & Phil Collins (yeah, that is one of the most normal 80s pop songs I can think of, but idk, it’s always had it)
In the City - Eagles
Jane Says - Jane’s Addiction
Lights - Ellie Goulding (other stuff from her debut album too, although, the word “ethereal” always got thrown around with her stuff from that era)
A lot of Sade’s stuff
Little Lies - Fleetwood Mac (kind of)
Some other stuff that came to mind, though I’m not sure if it fits: Eyes Without A Face - Billy Idol (I’m pretty sure that song is intentionally like that), a lot of Coldplay’s old stuff (same thing), popular “indie” from the early 10s like Pumped Up Kicks and Somebody That I Used to Know, also comes to mind, but, same thing, Lana Del Rey’s music from Born to Die-Honeymoon, same thing. I tried to keep this limited to stuff that I really do not think was thought of as something that would provoke this reaction. That’s also why it gets weird with 90s alternative-I considered including something like Big Empty by Stone Temple Pilots but that seemed to kind of be the intention.
THE LOVE IS MISSIN THE LOVE IS HIDDEN THE LOVE IS IMPRISON AND IK THE VICTIM THE LOVE IS MYSTERIOUS AND TO LOVE IM CURIOUS NEVER HAVE FEAR OF BEING REJECTED BU LOVE THE LOVE IS A FORBIDDEN TOUCH LIKE ADAM AND EVE THERES NO I IN TEAM BUT THERE IS A E IN ME AN E IN WE AND WE GO IN SYNC BUT THE LOVE WENT MESSY IT LEFT US TESTING OUR LOYALTY I GAVE YOU MORE OF ME YOU CANT HEAR MY HEART SKIP POUND OR BEAT AM I CAUGHT UP IN THE LOVE TRIANGLE OF THE CROSSFIRE ROLLING IN THE DEEP THE WATER LEVEL RISES UP TO THE NECK WHATS NEXT THERES AN E IN LOVE AND THERES AN E IN EX AND I KNO THE HEART IS CAGED LIKE AN HUNGRY ANIMAL LOVE CHANNEL LOVE SAMPLES LOVE CANDLES SHE GIVE ME SADE VIBES AND I GIVE HER VIBES OF LOVE JONES STARING AND WAITING TO CALL MY PHONE SHE CALLED ME I FEEL ASLEEP NOW SHES SENDING ME ANGRY TEXT NOW WE GOING BACK AND FORTH ON THIS TENNIS COURT ITS A LOVE MATCH WHEN I SEE YOU YOU GIVE ME IN A CARDIC ARREST CUPID GAVE YOU A GUN YOU SHOT ME DIDNT WENT THRU CAUSE I HSD A BULLETPROOF VEST IT RIOCHET AND HIT YOU MY POINT OF VIEW I NEEDED YOU YOU NEEDED ME BUT THATS CAUSE YOU WAS FEELING LONELY IF I ONLY I WASNT BLESSED AND CURSE WIT A HEART SO BIG THE LOVE I GIVE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATE YOU TRIED TO REACH ME I WASNT IN CONTACT I WENT COLD SOMEWHERE IN A CASKET SOMEWHERE IN A COFFIN I GOT HIGH AND THE SMOKE SHOWED THE IMAGE OF YA FACE GOT A NIGGA COUGHING INLIVE YOU LIKE BEES NEEDING NECTOR THE LOVE TURN TO WATER PUT SOME ICE IN IT WATCH IT MELT ICE COLD MY HEART KNOWS LOVE IS INTHE AIR HAD ME A GAS MASK
Third World, Now That We’ve Found Love -(12" single)
Sade, Hang On To Your Love-(12" single)
Slave, Shake It Up -(12" single)
Patrice Rushen, Forget Me Nots- (7" single)
Bee Gee’s, Jive Talkin’ - (7" single)
Dazz Band, Let It Whip - (7" single)
Billy Nomates, blue bones (deathwish-(LP cut}
Billy Squier, The Stroke - (7" single)
Nine inch Nails, Closer-(LP cut}
Vince Staples, NORF NORF-(LP cut}
Grace Jones, Walking In The Rain-(LP cut}
Appolonia 6, Sex Shooter-(12" 45RPM single)
SOS Band, Take Your Time - (7" single)
Heatwave, The Groove Line - (7" single)
Jay Z and Jermaine Dupre, Money Ain't A Thing-(LP cut}
David Bowie, Let’s Dance-(12" single)
Cheryl Lynn, Got To Be Real- (7" single)
Prince, I Wanna Be Your Lover- (7" single)
Pet Shop Boys, West End Girls-(12" single)
ZZ Top, Cheap Sunglasses-(LP cut}
Phil Collins & Phillip Bailey, Easy Lover-(12" single)
Cramps, What’s Inside A Girl-(12" single)
Cure, The Walk-(Mini LP cut}
Rob Base & DJ EZ ROCK, It Takes Two-(12" single)
Abbysinians, Declaration Of Rights-(LP cut}
Bobby Brown, My Perogative - (7" single)
Michael Jackson, Rock With You - (7" single)
G.Q., Boogie Oogie Oogie - (7" single)
Gap Band, Outstanding-(LP cut}
Isaac Hayes, Theme From Shaft - (7" single)
Time, 777-9311-(LP cut}
Tommy Tutone, Jenny (867-5309) - (7" single)
Bad Brains, Pay To Cum - (7" single)
Judas Priest, Metal Gods-(LP cut}
Clipse, When The Last Time-(12" single)
Amii Stewart, Knock On Wood-(12" single)
Ari Lennox, Pressure-(LP cut}
Orbital, w/ Jason Willliamson, Dirty Rat-(LP cut}
Orb, Little Fluffy Clouds-(12" single)
Moon Mullican,7 Nights To Rock-(LP cut}
Fun Boy Three, Our Lips Are Sealed (7" single)
GO-GO’s, We Got The Beat (7" single STIFF version)
Bush Tetras, Too Many Creeps - (7" single 99 records)
Dry Cleaning, Scratch Card Lanyard - (7" single)
Human League, The Sound Of The Crowd-(LP cut}
Everything But The Girl, Nothing Left To Lose-(LP cut}
Max Romeo, Blood Of The Prophet-(LP cut}
Average White Band, Pick Up The Pieces-(LP cut}
Police, Roxanne - (7" single)
Thin Lizzy, Angel From The Coast-(LP cut}
Stealers Wheel, Stuck In The Middle - (7" single)
Mos Def, Ms. Fat Booty-(12" single)
Haircut 100, Love Plus One - (7" single)
Plague Vendor,Break Dance On Broken Glass-(LP cut}
Cate le Bon,Moderation-(LP cut}
Culture, jah pretty face-(LP cut}
Herb Alpert, Rise-(12" single)
Tasting Notes
I was semi-prepared. I threw in some new records, brought my softside bag with more records in it, and showed up more or less on time. Elevator worked, so I rolled to the booth and set myself up. I usually start with something loud and declaratory, but this time I wanted to ease into the set with dynamics and subtlety. The "Joan Of Arc" 12" from Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark is usually slotted deeper in the set, but I liked hearing it front and center.
I goosed the tempo with the Kylie mashup, and followed that with Foxy, the Cuban-American soul disco band. The TK Records 45RPM 12" kicks so hard that Jules had to come up and turn the mains down because it was so loud in the front. It's hard to tell from the booth what the volume is in various parts of the space. Some places it's loud, and in other parts it's low. The booth is in a "dead" spot. It's not bad, it just takes tweaking. I'm there to cut through the noise, not to be noise.
Jules is back up during the Third World 12" to bring the volume up again. She asked me if different records sound different, or are recorded differently. It's a great question, one that I consider all the time during the acquisition phase. Some records jump off the turntable, and some records sound dead. I'm always on the hunt for 45RPM 12" cuts, but depending on when you play them, what records surround them in the set, how many people there are in the bar, and any number of other variances, things can fall flat. I've had things fall flat during some sets that were bangers in previous sets. And, a lot of it is timing – whoever is there listening, their energy also contributes to the vibe. I watch Tavis behind the bar; if I can get him moving, then I know I'm onto something.
Someone came to me early in the set to see what I was all about, and when I told him I only played vinyl, he said "Oh, you play '80s stuff." Which made me immediately put something from the '70s on, and follow it up with a contemporary track. Who says I don't take requests?
I got more contemporary artists mixed in tonight: Billy Nomates, Orbital, Ari Lennox. And I like to throw reggae records into the flow freestanding, and not in blocks of reggae records. They have such a great sound for sound systems. Tailor made for it. I could never cut it as a genre DJ. It just doesn't interest me. I love music in its totality. And the things I don't love? I just leave them out.
My methodology, such as it is, is half improv, half improbability. I don't just play what I like, but I like what I play. I play music I can respond to. I feel at home in the Spacebar, so I play music that you would hear if I were playing music for a party in my home. I'm not there to be the show, but to play my part in the show. I didn't play the Bad Brains, Judas Priest and the Clipse to show how smart I am, I played it because I thought it would sound good. And it did. And it helped the rest of the set gel. I was having a hard time finding my footing early on. It wasn't bad, I just felt tentative, sticking with things I knew. I don't construct set lists beforehand, although I do choose records for the crate that I think will work, and build it up from there. It is a limitation, but limitations are not a bad thing. I am employed to construct a vibe, and while I am averse to taking requests, I do like it when people ask for things like Prince. That got them the long version of Appolonia 6, and later on, the first Prince record I ever bought, "I Wanna Be Your Lover." I heard that on the radio in 1978, and instantly became a fan of the man. DJ IGA says that "Sex Shooter" is the hallmark Mossback record.
The three crowds that rotated through the bar this night were odd. I guess I was spoiled by the Rollergirls showing up the previous two Saturdays I played. Those folks bring an energy to the proceedings!
I was trying to get to 2 a.m., but I fell short and ended the night on the Herb Alpert, "Rise" 12" I got out of the used bins at the Record Exchange. Cheap. I was struck again at the marriage of that jam that Diddy looped for B.I.G. It's genius. And something to aspire to. There's a lot out there, if you are open to hearing it.
The next Third Space Saturday is 16 September 2023. Going to continue reading "Last Night A DJ Saved My Life" by Bill Brewster and Frank Broughton. It's very inspiring. And digging, forever digging. Perhaps a little thinning and reorganizing. And, listening. Always listening.
The guests are finally inside the room and it was time for the queen to make her entrance. The hotel staff rolled out a red carpet and now the double doors have been opened. The chorus of You should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish started playing. Sabrina entered with a bang and walked in like a model on a runway. She started waving at the guests and smiling at them. She received a mic from the staff and started speaking. "Welcome to my Queen Bee Inauguration Party! I wanna thank Stella and Sade for helping me with this event! Enjoy the party everyone!" She gave the mic back to the staff and she started approaching her schoolmates. "Hi! Enjoying the party? We have so much in store for today!" @ggstarterblog