Tag: music

helonias:

here’s some of my random spotify playlists check them out if you want they make no sense

sorcyress:

seananmcguire:

moonlitserenades:

when are hozier and florence gonna make that hades x persephone rock opera that literally only i am asking for

Hello!  May I preach the gospel of Hadestown?

Inspired by the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, Hadestown was originally written as a concept album by Anais Mitchell, but has since been expanded into a full Broadway-style musical, with a live album coming later this year.  This dustbowl dream is an incredible exploration of myth and mankind and the stories we tell ourselves over and over again, endlessly, from now until forever.  Narrated by Hermes, with the Fates serving as our “Greek chorus,” Hades and Persephone play a huge role in the plot (obviously), and the music is incredible.

(Note: the current incarnation of the opening number includes “g*psy,” but we’re hoping they will take that out before their off-Broadway opening.)

THIS SEEMS RELEVANT. 

tinymovingpups:

some punk playlists for cryptic occurrences and general weird shit you cannot explain

1. 

You wake up in a cabin in the woods and the only other thing in the room with you is a very tired looking werewolf in a UPS uniform. He regards you with disinterest, and keeps drinking his Red Bull. He seems alright. Not great, but okay.

2. 

You buy a 2002 Mitsubishi Lancer from a guy in a blank red baseball hat who has a cigarette in his mouth but the smoke he blows out is black and you feel vaguely like you did in third grade when your teacher read the class That Book about the pants that came back to life.

3. 

You join a beer league softball team. The pitcher has an eye missing, and it’s always bleeding. He doesn’t care. The left fielder is a lizard man. Nobody notices. He’s pretty good and hits a triple. You give him a high five.

4. 

You hail a taxi by accident. You’re in the middle of the desert. You have no idea where it came from. You get in. The driver is a woman with really long fingers. They are wrapped around the steering wheel like snakes. She smiles, and asks you where you’re going. You say San Diego. She takes you to Eureka instead.