Friday Evening - Jay & Kevin
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xp_logsJay and Kevin discuss music. Opinions differ. One is defensive, the other is oblivious. Something isn't being addressed between them, though neither know what.
Jay sat in the smaller T.V. room on the second floor, three DVDs spread out in front of him, one inside the DVD player. He flipped through the scenes, looking for something of interest, a song more specifically, but he wasn't sure which one it was. He thought it would come out and grab him in the way inspiration tends to do and his notebook sat in front of him, open to a blank page.
Kevin had been walking by, wandering the halls for the most part, when his attention had been grabbed by the abrupt start and stop of the volume coming from the TV room that no one ever seemed to use. Giving in to his curiosity and his lack of anything else to do at the moment, Kevin's feet carried him toward the open doorway to peer inside. Jay was flipping through the chapters of the movie the way some people flipped through books searching for the important part that'd be on the test. "Ya know, tha's no' really tha way yer supposed ta watch movies."
Jay looked behind him momentarily before returning his gaze to the DVD scenes. "AH ain' watchin' a movie. It's a video of Brad Paisley's concert. Brad Paisley," he held up the box and dropped it down, picking up another to show Kevin. "Garth Brooks, Shania Twain, an' Fall Out Boy." He tossed the last of the DVDs down and resumed flipping through, pausing on a song and he rechecked the DVD box for conformation. "Ah wanna see wha' they got that Ah don'. We should go ta a concert soon - you an' Ah. DVDs don' do justice ta tha bands."
Country music. Kevin sort of loathed country music, to be honest. Growing up in Georgia hadn't made him like it at all. Actually, he was pretty sure being surrounded by it had only made him like it less. "Fall Out Boy? At leas' keep it ta people who actually make decent music. Who cares if they're makin' tons o' money if they suck? Suckin's jus' gonna get ya money an' a little fame fer a couple years, then no one will ever remember ya. Ain't no point in doin' music if tha's yer goal." He was, for now, trying to avoid saying anything about the concert thing because while he'd go if Jay really wanted him to the combination of all those people and country music made him consider being suicidal.
"Yer missin' tha point. This ain' 'bout gettin' rich. It's 'bout lyrics an' vocals. They got good vocals if ya know wha' yer lookin' fer. Al'ight, Ah don' know much 'bout Fall Out Boy. Ah thought that Ah was missin' somethin'. Maybe Ah shoulda picked Green Day." He stopped on a scene, pressed enter and waited for it to start up. "So tell me who ya think makes decent music then?" Not like Kevin knew. He didn't know what it was like to sing, to be in front of a crowd, Jay mused to himself. He wanted to also see what made a concert good, how he could step it up a notch if he got back into it. And that was a big if.
"Why you askin' me? Ah'm no' a music expert er nothin', Ah jus' know what Ah like. Mos' tha bands Ah listen to either are broken up 'cause some o' tha members are dead or they don' even come ta this country much, if ever." Kevin mostly was in the suite when he slept and the time immediately surrounding it. Music he listened to in the shop when he worked, not in the suite. Had Jay ever even heard the music Kevin listened to? Probably not. "People Ah like who make decent music? Opeth. Garbage. Oasis. Stone Temple Pilots. Nightwish. Children o' Bodom. Lacuna Coil."
"Ah'm askin' ya cause yer ma boyfriend an' yer opinion matters," he shook his head, as if that answer alone was obvious. Jay chewed the inside of his cheek, watching Brad walk up and down the stage, singing away and he set the converter down, eyes fixated on the T.V. "Ah know Garbage an' their name alone tells me ta stay away. STP ain't bad, if Ah like that whole screechin' guitar theme. Half tha time, Ah don' know what they're singin' 'bout."
Kevin rolled his eyes first about the comment regarding Garbage and then about not knowing what the Stone Temple Pilots were singing about. It sounded so typical from someone was didn't find it their genre of choice. Kevin didn't go on about how whiny, desperate and pathetic country music was, even though that really was largely his opinion of it. "Maybe yer jus' not really listenin' to 'em. 'Sides, not all music's meant ta speak to all people. Rock's jus' not yers." He didn't mention the metal because Jay hadn't mentioned any of those bands and Kevin wondered if his boyfriend even realized that's what they were.
Jay regarded Kevin hopelessly as he voiced the main lyrics that stuck in his head from Stone temple pilots. "Moderation is masturbation? Ah'm sure as hell that ain' speakin' ta me, an' Ah'm listenin' too. Ah'd be off ma rocker if Ah thought country was just tha heart of all music. It's just country's wha' Ah'm good at, or thought Ah was. It's wha' Ah know, but Ah'm workin' ta rectify tha." He shrugged, turning his attention back to the screen. "Just thought ya'd'wanna help, is all."
"Ah'm no' any help, though. Ah listen ta music, tha's all mah personal knowledge involves righ' there. Ya wanna know wha' makes good art? Tha' Ah could tell ya, but how ta make music people like? Ah don't know that." Kevin was pretty sure he'd gone and pissed Jay off somehow. The problem was that he didn't actually know what he'd done. Sometimes dating Jay was just like dating a girl, really.
"Guess Ah'm shit outta luck then," came his reply. In truth, he liked Garbage and STP though he wasn't a loyal fan. From what he had heard while channel surfing, they were very good, but he liked to think his voice to be better than that. He kept his attention on the screen though very aware that Kevin hadn't moved due to his reflection on the TV.
"Yeah, guess so." Kevin could have pointed out that music was technically art so what made good art, technically, would have made good music. He didn't bother though. Jay seemed all twitchy about it and since Kevin wasn't a musician he was sure that, boyfriend or not, his opinion wouldn't really count for much. "You have fun wi' yer studyin' then." Might as well leave Jay to his little project, right?
He withheld a sigh that was begging to escape and paused the DVD. "You could always come, sit down wi' me an' watch it, instead o' being like tha'. 'ere," he pulled up a chair before Kevin could make his great escape back into solitude. Not that Jay blamed him, but when it came to hanging out with each other, he wanted to think Kevin always could feel comfortable enough to sit with him and not feel as though he had to retreat."Somethin' on yer mind," he asked.
"Country's not mah thing," he explained as if that explained it completely. He'd kind of rather sit through Fall Out Boy than country and that was pretty bad. "Yer occupied, an' Ah only stopped ta see who was abusin' tha DVD player anyway." Despite the chair that Jay had pulled up Kevin stayed where he was in the doorway, but he'd at least stopped moving away.
"Uh, Okay..." Jay stared at Kevin for a moment longer before turning his attention back to the DVD and unpausing it. He had this really strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and decided he didn't want to know why it was there. Instead, he focused on the video while doing everything not to say a damn word about it to Kevin. They were sort of on good terms, so why should he be feeling like this?
"Ah'll see ya later." Jay didn't look happy but he hadn't looked overly happy to begin with so Kevin tried to not take it personally. Some days he wasn't sure if he'd gone and shot Jay's dog or what. He wasn't even always sure if it was something he'd done or not. Things with Jay were either great, bad or confusing pretty much all the time. There was a lot of drastic swing and Kevin always felt like he'd forgotten his seat belt.
With a shrug he left the doorway and continued down the hall thinking he needed to maybe go back to shop now that he felt like he'd been knocked off balance again.
Jay sat in the smaller T.V. room on the second floor, three DVDs spread out in front of him, one inside the DVD player. He flipped through the scenes, looking for something of interest, a song more specifically, but he wasn't sure which one it was. He thought it would come out and grab him in the way inspiration tends to do and his notebook sat in front of him, open to a blank page.
Kevin had been walking by, wandering the halls for the most part, when his attention had been grabbed by the abrupt start and stop of the volume coming from the TV room that no one ever seemed to use. Giving in to his curiosity and his lack of anything else to do at the moment, Kevin's feet carried him toward the open doorway to peer inside. Jay was flipping through the chapters of the movie the way some people flipped through books searching for the important part that'd be on the test. "Ya know, tha's no' really tha way yer supposed ta watch movies."
Jay looked behind him momentarily before returning his gaze to the DVD scenes. "AH ain' watchin' a movie. It's a video of Brad Paisley's concert. Brad Paisley," he held up the box and dropped it down, picking up another to show Kevin. "Garth Brooks, Shania Twain, an' Fall Out Boy." He tossed the last of the DVDs down and resumed flipping through, pausing on a song and he rechecked the DVD box for conformation. "Ah wanna see wha' they got that Ah don'. We should go ta a concert soon - you an' Ah. DVDs don' do justice ta tha bands."
Country music. Kevin sort of loathed country music, to be honest. Growing up in Georgia hadn't made him like it at all. Actually, he was pretty sure being surrounded by it had only made him like it less. "Fall Out Boy? At leas' keep it ta people who actually make decent music. Who cares if they're makin' tons o' money if they suck? Suckin's jus' gonna get ya money an' a little fame fer a couple years, then no one will ever remember ya. Ain't no point in doin' music if tha's yer goal." He was, for now, trying to avoid saying anything about the concert thing because while he'd go if Jay really wanted him to the combination of all those people and country music made him consider being suicidal.
"Yer missin' tha point. This ain' 'bout gettin' rich. It's 'bout lyrics an' vocals. They got good vocals if ya know wha' yer lookin' fer. Al'ight, Ah don' know much 'bout Fall Out Boy. Ah thought that Ah was missin' somethin'. Maybe Ah shoulda picked Green Day." He stopped on a scene, pressed enter and waited for it to start up. "So tell me who ya think makes decent music then?" Not like Kevin knew. He didn't know what it was like to sing, to be in front of a crowd, Jay mused to himself. He wanted to also see what made a concert good, how he could step it up a notch if he got back into it. And that was a big if.
"Why you askin' me? Ah'm no' a music expert er nothin', Ah jus' know what Ah like. Mos' tha bands Ah listen to either are broken up 'cause some o' tha members are dead or they don' even come ta this country much, if ever." Kevin mostly was in the suite when he slept and the time immediately surrounding it. Music he listened to in the shop when he worked, not in the suite. Had Jay ever even heard the music Kevin listened to? Probably not. "People Ah like who make decent music? Opeth. Garbage. Oasis. Stone Temple Pilots. Nightwish. Children o' Bodom. Lacuna Coil."
"Ah'm askin' ya cause yer ma boyfriend an' yer opinion matters," he shook his head, as if that answer alone was obvious. Jay chewed the inside of his cheek, watching Brad walk up and down the stage, singing away and he set the converter down, eyes fixated on the T.V. "Ah know Garbage an' their name alone tells me ta stay away. STP ain't bad, if Ah like that whole screechin' guitar theme. Half tha time, Ah don' know what they're singin' 'bout."
Kevin rolled his eyes first about the comment regarding Garbage and then about not knowing what the Stone Temple Pilots were singing about. It sounded so typical from someone was didn't find it their genre of choice. Kevin didn't go on about how whiny, desperate and pathetic country music was, even though that really was largely his opinion of it. "Maybe yer jus' not really listenin' to 'em. 'Sides, not all music's meant ta speak to all people. Rock's jus' not yers." He didn't mention the metal because Jay hadn't mentioned any of those bands and Kevin wondered if his boyfriend even realized that's what they were.
Jay regarded Kevin hopelessly as he voiced the main lyrics that stuck in his head from Stone temple pilots. "Moderation is masturbation? Ah'm sure as hell that ain' speakin' ta me, an' Ah'm listenin' too. Ah'd be off ma rocker if Ah thought country was just tha heart of all music. It's just country's wha' Ah'm good at, or thought Ah was. It's wha' Ah know, but Ah'm workin' ta rectify tha." He shrugged, turning his attention back to the screen. "Just thought ya'd'wanna help, is all."
"Ah'm no' any help, though. Ah listen ta music, tha's all mah personal knowledge involves righ' there. Ya wanna know wha' makes good art? Tha' Ah could tell ya, but how ta make music people like? Ah don't know that." Kevin was pretty sure he'd gone and pissed Jay off somehow. The problem was that he didn't actually know what he'd done. Sometimes dating Jay was just like dating a girl, really.
"Guess Ah'm shit outta luck then," came his reply. In truth, he liked Garbage and STP though he wasn't a loyal fan. From what he had heard while channel surfing, they were very good, but he liked to think his voice to be better than that. He kept his attention on the screen though very aware that Kevin hadn't moved due to his reflection on the TV.
"Yeah, guess so." Kevin could have pointed out that music was technically art so what made good art, technically, would have made good music. He didn't bother though. Jay seemed all twitchy about it and since Kevin wasn't a musician he was sure that, boyfriend or not, his opinion wouldn't really count for much. "You have fun wi' yer studyin' then." Might as well leave Jay to his little project, right?
He withheld a sigh that was begging to escape and paused the DVD. "You could always come, sit down wi' me an' watch it, instead o' being like tha'. 'ere," he pulled up a chair before Kevin could make his great escape back into solitude. Not that Jay blamed him, but when it came to hanging out with each other, he wanted to think Kevin always could feel comfortable enough to sit with him and not feel as though he had to retreat."Somethin' on yer mind," he asked.
"Country's not mah thing," he explained as if that explained it completely. He'd kind of rather sit through Fall Out Boy than country and that was pretty bad. "Yer occupied, an' Ah only stopped ta see who was abusin' tha DVD player anyway." Despite the chair that Jay had pulled up Kevin stayed where he was in the doorway, but he'd at least stopped moving away.
"Uh, Okay..." Jay stared at Kevin for a moment longer before turning his attention back to the DVD and unpausing it. He had this really strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and decided he didn't want to know why it was there. Instead, he focused on the video while doing everything not to say a damn word about it to Kevin. They were sort of on good terms, so why should he be feeling like this?
"Ah'll see ya later." Jay didn't look happy but he hadn't looked overly happy to begin with so Kevin tried to not take it personally. Some days he wasn't sure if he'd gone and shot Jay's dog or what. He wasn't even always sure if it was something he'd done or not. Things with Jay were either great, bad or confusing pretty much all the time. There was a lot of drastic swing and Kevin always felt like he'd forgotten his seat belt.
With a shrug he left the doorway and continued down the hall thinking he needed to maybe go back to shop now that he felt like he'd been knocked off balance again.
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Date: 2008-02-29 06:20 pm (UTC)"Class, your assignment is to identify which of these bands are utter shit and an embarrassment to music. There are two correct answers. Show your work."
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Date: 2008-02-29 09:34 pm (UTC)Well, for one, Jay hasn't taken grainy pictures of his dick with his cell phone. As far as we know.