[OOC: Linked music video has suggested/referential imagery of sexual activities and domestic violence but nothing explicit or direct.]
Vars nods to the compliment and looks past Loki toward the fire and where he knows his other bandmates must be. "We only be self when world not like. Remarkable and not expected see people wear no.. no mask."
He pauses after stumbling a little over a couple of the words he repeated from what Loki said. Knowing the meaning didn't mean they were words he often said. He puts his fist to his chest and focuses on Loki. "Music for rebellion. If people expect then not take music inside. Music make people wild."
He doesn't have the words that he needs in English but he's satisfied that he got across his point. A smile appears when Loki's attention turns to him. When he writes it is an interesting process between, usually Vars and Rik but sometimes Vars and Hunter, as he takes the Norwegian and turns it to something that sounds good in English. The one he had in mind, Vars had wrote without input until after he had the lyrics nearly down. It was personal, about his ex wife and her continued harassment. The cathartic aspect of music was what had attracted him to punk in the beginning. It felt like the right song to sing for his god both in tone and because it was something he wrote on his own.
He has a good voice from singing backing vocals for a long time and some lessons from both Hunter, who was classically trained, and learning along side Rik when he was practicing for university. His accent thicker perhaps when he sings, and the voice a rougher from drinking but it fits his look and personality; full, loud and just a little cocky in tone.
As he's singing, the first chorus, Aarne can be heard yelling the 'Bang, Bang, Bang" from somewhere on the other side of the fire which almost makes Vars laugh while singing, as does the drumstick that comes sailing in from somewhere over the fire. The Bassist dodges it easily. The Fin lobbed drumsticks at him on stage too. It was just what they did, apparently even in casual singing in front of a god. The damned drummer was as unpredictable as a tornado.
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on 2021-06-22 01:52 am (UTC)Vars nods to the compliment and looks past Loki toward the fire and where he knows his other bandmates must be. "We only be self when world not like. Remarkable and not expected see people wear no.. no mask."
He pauses after stumbling a little over a couple of the words he repeated from what Loki said. Knowing the meaning didn't mean they were words he often said. He puts his fist to his chest and focuses on Loki. "Music for rebellion. If people expect then not take music inside. Music make people wild."
He doesn't have the words that he needs in English but he's satisfied that he got across his point. A smile appears when Loki's attention turns to him. When he writes it is an interesting process between, usually Vars and Rik but sometimes Vars and Hunter, as he takes the Norwegian and turns it to something that sounds good in English. The one he had in mind, Vars had wrote without input until after he had the lyrics nearly down. It was personal, about his ex wife and her continued harassment. The cathartic aspect of music was what had attracted him to punk in the beginning. It felt like the right song to sing for his god both in tone and because it was something he wrote on his own.
He has a good voice from singing backing vocals for a long time and some lessons from both Hunter, who was classically trained, and learning along side Rik when he was practicing for university. His accent thicker perhaps when he sings, and the voice a rougher from drinking but it fits his look and personality; full, loud and just a little cocky in tone.
As he's singing, the first chorus, Aarne can be heard yelling the 'Bang, Bang, Bang" from somewhere on the other side of the fire which almost makes Vars laugh while singing, as does the drumstick that comes sailing in from somewhere over the fire. The Bassist dodges it easily. The Fin lobbed drumsticks at him on stage too. It was just what they did, apparently even in casual singing in front of a god. The damned drummer was as unpredictable as a tornado.