Jukebox Exchange Letter
May. 10th, 2025 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
softedisworlDear Jukebox Creator,
Thank you for writing for me - I look forward to reading your 'fic!
Treats: Yes please.
General Do Not Wants: Explicit Sex or Porn Without Plot (foreplay, fade to black, and other bits of suggestiveness are otherwise fine and encouraged), Omegaverse, Pregnancy (Male or otherwise), Kid 'fic, Infidelity, Character Bashing, Issuefic (first definition on Fanlore), prepubescent underage (so, single digits underage), Entirely Chatlog 'Fic, Breakup 'Fic, Trans Angst focus, Transphobia being overtly depicted/directed at characters, 100% Yearning/Pining 'Fic, 100% Fluff.
General Likes: A willingness to stay in the not-quite-definite territory even expanding songs to ‘fic, blending romantic and platonic love, playing with the intersection of sex/romance/desire & death (if tonally appropriate).
The Questions Still Entertain Me - Hussalonia (Double Fantasy)
Specific Do Not Wants: Despite the incontrovertible influence of John Lennon on both this song and the album it’s from, I’m not looking for Beatles RPF. Also, despite the more autobiographical nature of this song, I’m not looking for Hussalonia Founder RPF either. In the RPM blog that comes with the album, the Founder states pretty explicitly what it’s about, which I am partially ignoring.
Specific Likes: Out of all the threads in this song, I do think the Beleaguered Performer is my favorite. I'll be sweeping in spotlight, every traffic light a stage for me tonight...
Hussalonia songs tend to be better when they’re immediately identifiably about a single thing—this one is not. Instead it flits between at least three subjects: the beleaguered performer, the seeker, the rabbit (and all the threads it weaves), each not quite clear exactly in how it relates to the others but making a harmonious gauzy tapestry nevertheless. The Beleaguered Performer, committed to a stage that destroys him: You will get my best… The Seeker, running in circles for the pictures it makes: I want to look where I know there is no cure…
I am the rabbit you’re depending upon - I was the walrus, but now I’m John! Self-assertion via escape into someone else, doublefold. A beleaguered performer, a shaking off of the past now prepended with the origins of that very past; the little white rabbit, followed as it scampers down, down, down. A sea of objects, ephemera from everyday life suspended underwater. A mysterious song at least a little bit about mysteriosity. Right?
Passerby - Dave Smallen
Specific Likes: The sound in this one is probably the backbone of what it makes me feel. The chilly air seemingly nestled in the spaces in this song. Quiet resilience, but also resignation?
A frigid, frostbitten town. Existence seems glacial. There’s an omnipresent feeling of being late, maybe even too late, for this, for life. The days are almost blinding, the sun refracted and broken on white ice, and the nights expansive in their emptiness. A single streetlight. Connection sincere and felt but also quietly kind of desperate. This ain’t my scene, this ain’t my scene, this ain’t my society… and I’m afraid I cannot ask for more.
Maggie May - Rod Stewart (Every Picture Tells a Story)
Specific Do Not Wants: Please do not side step the underage/barely legal interpretation or write this as healthy or normally balanced relationship.
Specific Likes: Less is probably more in terms of emotionality here. The awkward-ish nature of the lyrics (seemingly inadvertantly) reinforce the narrator's age, but the prose style definitely doesn't have to be.
Man. I don’t really have feelings about Rod Stewart, but I do love this song, in a way. I can’t speak for the specific experience of Stewart’s that spurred it, but despite the sometimes awkward (adolescent, even) lyricism, I haven’t really found a song that quite captures being an underage or barely legal boy with a (perhaps worryingly) older adult woman. It’s not one of “scoring” and neither is it one of innocence defiled by a monster. Instead it’s being caught up, thrilled, captured (intoxicated?), but also unerringly aware that things aren’t quite how they should. There’s genuine affection but also an awareness of where the scales lie. Knowing you’ve been changed, perhaps in a way that’s permanently separate from the rest of the world, even if you can’t express it in the tones of righteous rage. But a little bit of hope, too: I’ll get on back home one of these days…
St. Elmo's Fire - (Brian) Eno (Another Green World)
Specific Likes: Verbal canvas?
Some of Eno’s best lyrics. The clicking of the pre-drum machine rhythm generator. A flurry of a journey, feels like maybe it happened in a single night. Maybe in the mind. Something could be made out of why Narrator and Brown Eyes are here. But the sense of place and the texture… that’s what I really love. Oh, and that Wimhurst solo. Obviously inspired by Another Green World’s cover, but I do get the paper-cut vibe.
Thank you for writing for me - I look forward to reading your 'fic!
Treats: Yes please.
General Do Not Wants: Explicit Sex or Porn Without Plot (foreplay, fade to black, and other bits of suggestiveness are otherwise fine and encouraged), Omegaverse, Pregnancy (Male or otherwise), Kid 'fic, Infidelity, Character Bashing, Issuefic (first definition on Fanlore), prepubescent underage (so, single digits underage), Entirely Chatlog 'Fic, Breakup 'Fic, Trans Angst focus, Transphobia being overtly depicted/directed at characters, 100% Yearning/Pining 'Fic, 100% Fluff.
General Likes: A willingness to stay in the not-quite-definite territory even expanding songs to ‘fic, blending romantic and platonic love, playing with the intersection of sex/romance/desire & death (if tonally appropriate).
The Questions Still Entertain Me - Hussalonia (Double Fantasy)
Specific Do Not Wants: Despite the incontrovertible influence of John Lennon on both this song and the album it’s from, I’m not looking for Beatles RPF. Also, despite the more autobiographical nature of this song, I’m not looking for Hussalonia Founder RPF either. In the RPM blog that comes with the album, the Founder states pretty explicitly what it’s about, which I am partially ignoring.
Specific Likes: Out of all the threads in this song, I do think the Beleaguered Performer is my favorite. I'll be sweeping in spotlight, every traffic light a stage for me tonight...
Hussalonia songs tend to be better when they’re immediately identifiably about a single thing—this one is not. Instead it flits between at least three subjects: the beleaguered performer, the seeker, the rabbit (and all the threads it weaves), each not quite clear exactly in how it relates to the others but making a harmonious gauzy tapestry nevertheless. The Beleaguered Performer, committed to a stage that destroys him: You will get my best… The Seeker, running in circles for the pictures it makes: I want to look where I know there is no cure…
I am the rabbit you’re depending upon - I was the walrus, but now I’m John! Self-assertion via escape into someone else, doublefold. A beleaguered performer, a shaking off of the past now prepended with the origins of that very past; the little white rabbit, followed as it scampers down, down, down. A sea of objects, ephemera from everyday life suspended underwater. A mysterious song at least a little bit about mysteriosity. Right?
Passerby - Dave Smallen
Specific Likes: The sound in this one is probably the backbone of what it makes me feel. The chilly air seemingly nestled in the spaces in this song. Quiet resilience, but also resignation?
A frigid, frostbitten town. Existence seems glacial. There’s an omnipresent feeling of being late, maybe even too late, for this, for life. The days are almost blinding, the sun refracted and broken on white ice, and the nights expansive in their emptiness. A single streetlight. Connection sincere and felt but also quietly kind of desperate. This ain’t my scene, this ain’t my scene, this ain’t my society… and I’m afraid I cannot ask for more.
Maggie May - Rod Stewart (Every Picture Tells a Story)
Specific Do Not Wants: Please do not side step the underage/barely legal interpretation or write this as healthy or normally balanced relationship.
Specific Likes: Less is probably more in terms of emotionality here. The awkward-ish nature of the lyrics (seemingly inadvertantly) reinforce the narrator's age, but the prose style definitely doesn't have to be.
Man. I don’t really have feelings about Rod Stewart, but I do love this song, in a way. I can’t speak for the specific experience of Stewart’s that spurred it, but despite the sometimes awkward (adolescent, even) lyricism, I haven’t really found a song that quite captures being an underage or barely legal boy with a (perhaps worryingly) older adult woman. It’s not one of “scoring” and neither is it one of innocence defiled by a monster. Instead it’s being caught up, thrilled, captured (intoxicated?), but also unerringly aware that things aren’t quite how they should. There’s genuine affection but also an awareness of where the scales lie. Knowing you’ve been changed, perhaps in a way that’s permanently separate from the rest of the world, even if you can’t express it in the tones of righteous rage. But a little bit of hope, too: I’ll get on back home one of these days…
St. Elmo's Fire - (Brian) Eno (Another Green World)
Specific Likes: Verbal canvas?
Some of Eno’s best lyrics. The clicking of the pre-drum machine rhythm generator. A flurry of a journey, feels like maybe it happened in a single night. Maybe in the mind. Something could be made out of why Narrator and Brown Eyes are here. But the sense of place and the texture… that’s what I really love. Oh, and that Wimhurst solo. Obviously inspired by Another Green World’s cover, but I do get the paper-cut vibe.
