Laurie & Jono, the music room
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xp_logsIn which Laurie finds Jono rocking out early in the morning, and gets a bit of a crash course in music history.
Laurie followed the music to its source, wondering who would be playing this early in the morning and so well. It wasn't a song she recognised, but then her knowledge of music tended to only extend as far as 'I like the one by Avril Lavigne where she's walking around looking sad'. Which seemed to mean quite a few of her songs, and Laurie had felt somewhat silly after she'd said it but what could you do? She just wasn't someone who remembered the names of songs, or artists. She'd always liked to think it was the music that mattered, not the name it went by.
Jono's fingers moved over the frets of his guitar, then he reached out with his foot and hit the effects pedal, causing the three stacked amplifiers behind him to wail in a wall of feedback as he rolled right into the high-speed lead guitar of Motorhead's "Ace of Spades". Leaning into the amps, he lowered his head over the guitar, letting his unkempt hair fall over his eyes as he rocked his head back and forth, forcing power chords out of the instrument like a boxer pounding the heavy bag.
Laurie blinked at the wall of sound that assaulted her ears, wincing slightly and placing her hands against them to screen out some of the sound. "Aren't you playing a little loud for this early in the morning?" she shouted over the music.
Jono might not have heard Laurie's words over the roar of the amplifiers, but he could pick up an unfamiliar mind close by, and he turned around, throwing his head back to clear his eyes while he blasted out the high-speed chords of the chorus, leaning on the echo pedal to vibrate the last note off the walls.
Noticing Laurie, Jono nodded and slipped the guitar strap over his head. The containment shirt and half-mask that Forge had made for him made slinging his guitar a lot easier without having to worry about getting caught on straps and buckles. Coincidentally, they seemed to only come in black, which seemed to suit Jono just fine. He combed his hair back with one hand and managed to look sheepish. "Sorry. A bit loud?"
"Depends on your taste in music, I'd guess," Laurie replied with an easy grin. "What was that?"
She'd seen the new music teacher around, of course. But they'd never been formally introduced considering she didn't take music. Luckily for society as a whole, as far as Laurie was concerned, while she could probably have passed theory of music, the prerequisite of being able to hold a tune in a bucket was not a talent she'd been gifted with.
Jono's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "What was...?" He pointed from Laurie to the guitar, then back again, over and over. "What was... you didn't..." His psionic 'voice' faded in and out as he was struggling with absolute disbelief. "Motorhead? Only the greatest metal band to grace Britain's shores, and no mistake. You... bloody hell, MTV has a lot to answer for."
"I thought the Beatles was the greatest band ever to grace Britain's shores," Laurie said with a teasing glint in her eyes. He's reaction to her lack of knowledge was...cute, in a big gothic looking guy dressed in what appeared to be PVC like material way. If it hadn't been for the fact her Grandmother was also British, Laurie might have thought all people from England dressed in weird styles, what with Amanda and Pete being the only other English people she knew.
"Right, if we're talking in a historic sense," Jono said, turning to lift the guitar from its stand and walk across the room to hang it on the wall with the other instruments.
"So, Motorhead is modern then?" Laurie asked, curiosity poking her with its cat killing pointy little appendages. "I'm sort of more of a fan of um...sounds something like Foo. They've got this new music video that has them standing in the middle of this really big room and it's sort of painted red at the back. It's pretty cool."
Jono covered his eyes with his hands. "Oh God, just... with the speaking. You, and... not." He let out a psionic sigh and looked through his fingers. "You're not in my class, are you? Please tell me you're not in my class. No, this... this is some joke that someone's playing on me. Garrison? Forge? Angelo? No one can be this much of an abomination to music history."
Laurie couldn't help but snicker at the pure horror in Jono's voice, "I'm sorry, it's just...you sound so horrified. Hee. No, I'm not in your music class. I figured that I at least had to aspire to musicality if I were going to take a music class and my mind just doesn't think that way. Motorhead isn't modern then?"
"Well, thirty-odd years ago, but still going strong," Jono explained. "Pioneers of the speed metal movement, although not like that chaotic shite Forge listens to. Pure unadulterated take-no-prisoners rock and roll." Jono punctuated the sentence with a pump of his fist in the air. "If the Beatles... if the Beatles were the Wright Brothers in their little airplane, then bands like Motorhead, the Clash, the Velvet Underground, the Jam, the Fall, bloody Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath - the ones who put the balls behind it, made it raw and real - they're the bloody jet engine fighter planes, luv. That's rock and roll, right there it is."
"I think I know Pink Floyd, it's the stuff Mom loves. 'Dark Side of the Moon' right?" Laurie replied thoughtfully, watching Jono as he spoke. He was certainly passionate about the subject of rock and roll, the 'sound' of his voice said as much. It was, interesting, before she'd come to the mansion she'd never met a teacher willing to get, well, enthused, about the subject they were teaching. It made it a lot more fun in her opinion.
Jono just blinked again. "Right then," he said after a moment of astonishment. He stood up and walked over to the music cabinet, flipping through the racks of CDs, pulling out a few and cradling them in his arm. "You may not be in my class, sunshine, but here beginneth the lesson. Music before the idea of 'videos'. Songs that came from sleeping in hallways and shouting out on fire escapes instead of bleedin' MySpace and reality TV. You, you've got homework..." He looked over at Laurie, peering over the top of the black fabric that covered the bottom of his face. "What's yer name anyway, luv?"
"Laurie, Laurie Collins," she said, holding out her hands to take the CDs. It would appear that Yvette and her other roommates were going to be in for an interesting time quite soon.
"Well then, Miss Laurie Collins," Jono said, eyes crinkling in what would have been a smile had he the mouth to make one with, "I'm Jono. Welcome to rock and roll."
Laurie followed the music to its source, wondering who would be playing this early in the morning and so well. It wasn't a song she recognised, but then her knowledge of music tended to only extend as far as 'I like the one by Avril Lavigne where she's walking around looking sad'. Which seemed to mean quite a few of her songs, and Laurie had felt somewhat silly after she'd said it but what could you do? She just wasn't someone who remembered the names of songs, or artists. She'd always liked to think it was the music that mattered, not the name it went by.
Jono's fingers moved over the frets of his guitar, then he reached out with his foot and hit the effects pedal, causing the three stacked amplifiers behind him to wail in a wall of feedback as he rolled right into the high-speed lead guitar of Motorhead's "Ace of Spades". Leaning into the amps, he lowered his head over the guitar, letting his unkempt hair fall over his eyes as he rocked his head back and forth, forcing power chords out of the instrument like a boxer pounding the heavy bag.
Laurie blinked at the wall of sound that assaulted her ears, wincing slightly and placing her hands against them to screen out some of the sound. "Aren't you playing a little loud for this early in the morning?" she shouted over the music.
Jono might not have heard Laurie's words over the roar of the amplifiers, but he could pick up an unfamiliar mind close by, and he turned around, throwing his head back to clear his eyes while he blasted out the high-speed chords of the chorus, leaning on the echo pedal to vibrate the last note off the walls.
Noticing Laurie, Jono nodded and slipped the guitar strap over his head. The containment shirt and half-mask that Forge had made for him made slinging his guitar a lot easier without having to worry about getting caught on straps and buckles. Coincidentally, they seemed to only come in black, which seemed to suit Jono just fine. He combed his hair back with one hand and managed to look sheepish. "Sorry. A bit loud?"
"Depends on your taste in music, I'd guess," Laurie replied with an easy grin. "What was that?"
She'd seen the new music teacher around, of course. But they'd never been formally introduced considering she didn't take music. Luckily for society as a whole, as far as Laurie was concerned, while she could probably have passed theory of music, the prerequisite of being able to hold a tune in a bucket was not a talent she'd been gifted with.
Jono's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "What was...?" He pointed from Laurie to the guitar, then back again, over and over. "What was... you didn't..." His psionic 'voice' faded in and out as he was struggling with absolute disbelief. "Motorhead? Only the greatest metal band to grace Britain's shores, and no mistake. You... bloody hell, MTV has a lot to answer for."
"I thought the Beatles was the greatest band ever to grace Britain's shores," Laurie said with a teasing glint in her eyes. He's reaction to her lack of knowledge was...cute, in a big gothic looking guy dressed in what appeared to be PVC like material way. If it hadn't been for the fact her Grandmother was also British, Laurie might have thought all people from England dressed in weird styles, what with Amanda and Pete being the only other English people she knew.
"Right, if we're talking in a historic sense," Jono said, turning to lift the guitar from its stand and walk across the room to hang it on the wall with the other instruments.
"So, Motorhead is modern then?" Laurie asked, curiosity poking her with its cat killing pointy little appendages. "I'm sort of more of a fan of um...sounds something like Foo. They've got this new music video that has them standing in the middle of this really big room and it's sort of painted red at the back. It's pretty cool."
Jono covered his eyes with his hands. "Oh God, just... with the speaking. You, and... not." He let out a psionic sigh and looked through his fingers. "You're not in my class, are you? Please tell me you're not in my class. No, this... this is some joke that someone's playing on me. Garrison? Forge? Angelo? No one can be this much of an abomination to music history."
Laurie couldn't help but snicker at the pure horror in Jono's voice, "I'm sorry, it's just...you sound so horrified. Hee. No, I'm not in your music class. I figured that I at least had to aspire to musicality if I were going to take a music class and my mind just doesn't think that way. Motorhead isn't modern then?"
"Well, thirty-odd years ago, but still going strong," Jono explained. "Pioneers of the speed metal movement, although not like that chaotic shite Forge listens to. Pure unadulterated take-no-prisoners rock and roll." Jono punctuated the sentence with a pump of his fist in the air. "If the Beatles... if the Beatles were the Wright Brothers in their little airplane, then bands like Motorhead, the Clash, the Velvet Underground, the Jam, the Fall, bloody Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath - the ones who put the balls behind it, made it raw and real - they're the bloody jet engine fighter planes, luv. That's rock and roll, right there it is."
"I think I know Pink Floyd, it's the stuff Mom loves. 'Dark Side of the Moon' right?" Laurie replied thoughtfully, watching Jono as he spoke. He was certainly passionate about the subject of rock and roll, the 'sound' of his voice said as much. It was, interesting, before she'd come to the mansion she'd never met a teacher willing to get, well, enthused, about the subject they were teaching. It made it a lot more fun in her opinion.
Jono just blinked again. "Right then," he said after a moment of astonishment. He stood up and walked over to the music cabinet, flipping through the racks of CDs, pulling out a few and cradling them in his arm. "You may not be in my class, sunshine, but here beginneth the lesson. Music before the idea of 'videos'. Songs that came from sleeping in hallways and shouting out on fire escapes instead of bleedin' MySpace and reality TV. You, you've got homework..." He looked over at Laurie, peering over the top of the black fabric that covered the bottom of his face. "What's yer name anyway, luv?"
"Laurie, Laurie Collins," she said, holding out her hands to take the CDs. It would appear that Yvette and her other roommates were going to be in for an interesting time quite soon.
"Well then, Miss Laurie Collins," Jono said, eyes crinkling in what would have been a smile had he the mouth to make one with, "I'm Jono. Welcome to rock and roll."
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