Wherein Duster Plays an Instrument: A Log I Meant to Do Months Ago: A Rockabilly Sound Explosion

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Who: Duster and others
What: Duster is playing a thing
Where: The music room, a common room, a room, your room, every room
When: Thursday Dec. 15th through Sunday Dec. 18th, 8pm-10pm
Warnings: Sweet jams.

Praytell, dear gentle reader, what is that? Why, 'tis the haunting melody of some melodic notes that haunts you. And... some slapping. Some slapping and some musical notes. Just listening to it makes you want to wear a poodle skirt or buy some pomade. A lot of pomade. It sort of sounds something like this...

And the man playing it, oh, dear reader, is tall and thin and wearing blue and has sideburns and smells of some sort of cheese. What an interesting and fun person he would be to bother know.

ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO BRAVE THE MUSIC AND ACCOST THE GENTLEMAN PLAYING THAT STRANGE, GIANT VIOLIN-THING?

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[tribulune.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, the scent of cheese smacked Waka in the senses before the music even got a chance to. This guy kind of stunk a little. Wh...

"..." Regardless, he stands nearby and folds his arms, trying not to let the pungent aroma get to him. He wasn't exactly a big fan of cheese, but the music was alright. Might as well show some level respect for his fellow musician, despite him smelling kinda godawful.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Eventually, Duster will look up to see the guy(lady?) watching him play. "Hey," he said, holding the giant beast of an instrument.

[tribulune.livejournal.com]

"Bonjour!" Waka replies with a cheery wave. His hand seems awfully close to his nose. "I couldn't help but listen for a while. Have you played that thing very much?"

And of course...

"And what a... lovely style you're sporting." Afros? Totally in, right?

Not to him, no.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I've played it for, uh..." and here, dear reader, Duster had to think back. "Four years at least?"

But Duster had no idea what the man meant by style.

"You like my shirt?" asked Duster. "Or the pants?" he asked further. His bright, bright magenta pink pants.

[tribulune.livejournal.com]

That wasn't quite what Waka meant, but oh, did his clothes ever stand out, too. Those... very bright pink pants. It was even too pink for him to handle, and he was drenched in pink.

"Well... not quite. I was talking about that," he gestured, "poof of yours. How did you do that?"

He was kind of curious. He didn't think hair could get that puffy!

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you mean my afro?" Duster asked.

An errant hand worked its way up to his hair and grabbed a hold of it and lifted.

His hair went up three inches or so.

"It's a wig."

[tribulune.livejournal.com]

What the... oh. Well, that made a lot more sense.

"... Ahaha! I see, I see." Waka felt a little less boggled and, honestly, weirded out. "Hmm. You... wouldn't wear that to class, now would you? It might be a little distracting."

For him and for the students.

[140-96.livejournal.com]

Mei Ling is just outside, watching curiously. (and trying to ignore the smell of cheese)

What a strange instrument. What a strange way of playing it. Maybe she should listen to more music like this - it's not like it was bad in any sense of the word. But she never encountered someone actually using the music rooms for... music.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

It's a great smell, what are you talking about.

Duster is just jamming his little hands off. Man, he's hot. Wow, what artistry. Are you going to come into the music room or are you just going to stand there like a mook?

[140-96.livejournal.com]

And Mei Ling edges into the room, staying to the edge of it. She doesn't want to disturb him, but she is enjoying the music greatly. So she's going to concentrate on being unobtrusive because after all - there's nothing worse than breaking someone's concentration unnecessarily.

But it's not like she can't help tapping her foot along.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Huh. Where did that beat come from.

Duster looks up and notices a lady tapping her foot along with the beat. Well isn't that pleasant, another visitor. He nods in her direction and keeps playing.

[pinkgingham.livejournal.com]

Well, Sable was sure intrigued by the music! As soon as she heard that catchy tune while walking down the hallway, she couldn't help but poke her head into the music room.

Sure, whoever was playing the music kind of smelled like cheese, and his apparel was......interesting, but she tried not to make that smell or what he was wearing get to her. The point is that this man played a mean bass and she wanted to stick around and listen! So, without saying a word, she shuffled herself into the room and continued listening to the music.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Oh look at that, there's a chimera lady (he assumes lady, what with the apron and all, but Duster, really, that's quite sexist in this day and age) in the room.

"Hey," he says, but keeps playing.

[pinkgingham.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Sable responded quietly. Standing around felt a little awkward, so she took a seat nearby. "Ah...don't mind me, I just came over to listen."

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

"Sit a bit and listen in," said Duster.

"Do you prefer rockabilly or jazz?" he asked. "I can switch over if you want."

[pinkgingham.livejournal.com]

Sable's ears perked. "Ooh, I do love jazz..." she said to herself. "I certainly wouldn't mind if you switched over, but only if you feel like it."

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

IF I HAD THE ABILITY TO LEAVE A TITLE, IT WOULD READ: Duster aims to please

I don't mind," said Duster. He left his slaps behind and started something a little more like this:



Stupid facial expressions and all.

[bluebomber]

Wow. Oh wow. Colour Rock absolutely dazzled by this man's slap bass skills. As a great fan of music in any variety, the little robot boy stopped to listen with eyes a-sparkling.

At an appropriate interval of rest between songs, he smiled widely and breathed an awe-struck, "Wow... You're amazing! Where did you learn to play like that?"

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Oh, look at that, it's a little robot kid.

Duster certainly was a popular guy lately. He needed to practice during hours when regular people are awake more often.

"I was the bassist for Desperado Crash Mambo Combo, DCMC," explained the beafro'd man.

[bluebomber]

Robots don't need sleep, it's cool.

"You have a band?!" Consider him dazzled more and more with every passing moment. "Do you guys have an album? I'd love to hear more!"

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Duster sleeps when the sun is up. It's... sort of weird.

"I had a band," said Duster. "We broke up. It happened awhile ago."

"I'm pretty sure I've got an copy or two of Tonda Gossa floating around somewhere, though."

[popnpakkun.livejournal.com]

Gladys was awfully curious. She didn't know what a violin was, but she did know what a guitar was and it looked like one...albeit it was deformed than how she remembered. She curiously watched the man play the up-right guitar-thing, quietly wondering why he was playing it differently than that one customer she got to meet while lived at the piranha store in FDC.

After a certain point, she couldn't contain her curiosity any longer and decided to speak up.

"Is that a big version of a guitar? It sounds very different to a normal guitar."

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Behold, some new spectator.

"No, it's more like a large violin," answered the man. "A very, very large violin. I'm just playing it sort of like a guitar because that's how you play it in rockabilly or jazz music."

[popnpakkun.livejournal.com]

"A vi-o-lin? Gladys pronounced the name slowly as she tilted her head to the side. She gazed at the instrument, trying to picture a smaller version of it. "What's a violin?"

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

"It's, uh, an instrument like this one, but a lot smaller," answered Duster.

Huh. Strange kid.