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Track
Beat It (Demo)
Artist
Michael Jackson
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As Jackson couldn’t fluently play any instruments, he would sing and beatbox out how he wanted his songs to sound by himself on tape, layering the vocals, harmonies and rhythm before having instrumentalists come in to complete the songs.

One of his engineers Robmix on how Jackson worked: “One morning MJ came in with a new song he had written overnight. We called in a guitar player, and Michael sang every note of every chord to him. “here’s the first chord first note, second note, third note. Here’s the second chord first note, second note, third note”, etc., etc. We then witnessed him giving the most heartfelt and profound vocal performance, live in the control room through an SM57. He would sing us an entire string arrangement, every part. Steve Porcaro once told me he witnessed MJ doing that with the string section in the room. Had it all in his head, harmony and everything. Not just little eight bar loop ideas. he would actually sing the entire arrangement into a micro-cassette recorder complete with stops and fills.”

Reasons why I laugh when people say he wasn’t a real musician.

peterberkman

ohhhh my fuck

upgraders:
“ 33457658322189076:
“ paleredsunday:
“ My dad has access to 3D Printing technology and the first thing he prints is a miniature version of himself
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you shrunk your dad with a shrink ray and now you’re trying to cover it up with this...
paleredsunday

My dad has access to 3D Printing technology and the first thing he prints is a miniature version of himself

33457658322189076

you shrunk your dad with a shrink ray and now you’re trying to cover it up with this bullshit.. but we dont believe it for a second

upgraders

shrinking your own dad for notes… that’s a new low for this website 

transpotter

trans/queerphobia is not limited solely to the actual murder of people it also includes but is not limited to:

  • casual cissexism (ie. “girls are so strong dealing with their periods!”)
  • denial of privilege (ie. “yeah gay people might have it hard but i have it hard too and im straight!!”)
  • trivialization of oppression (ie. “not all cis people are like that!! theres a few assholes out there, but most people are accepting!”)
  • passive by-standing (ie. not actively oppressing trans/queer people but also not DOING ANYTHING when they are being oppressed)
  • refocusing attention onto the privileged party (ie. “yeah you may get called a [t slur] but you called me a cishet which is bullying!!”)
  • weaponizing support (ie. “now that you were mean to me i dont know if i want to support queer people anymore”)
  • invalidation of anger (ie. “just because youre oppressed doesnt mean you can just bully people!”)
  • simplifying oppression (ie. “lets all just be nice to each other!”)
  • erasure of identities (ie. “just stop labeling yourself and you wont get oppressed!”
vacantvisionary

there is, i think, a certain, uh. human behavioral pattern, that i’ve noticed cropping up in some people

where they are particularly desperate for affection and emotional intimacy, and experience kindness with a much higher degree of intensity, and assume that caring about them costs their friends a great deal more than it does.

and i say this with all the sympathy and understanding in the world, because the first person who i noticed this pattern in was myself.

i’m still wrestling with it, to be sure! but i’ve been dealing with it for long enough that i have a better perspective on the way in which it has effected me, and the way it effects others.

i suspect that this behavior is a result of certain kinds of emotional abuse and neglect. it makes sense - you spend the formative years of your life receiving less kindness and emotional intimacy than you need, so you adjust your expectations of what kindness is. you assume it’s being denied to you because you’re not worth the effort, because people don’t care enough about you to bother. and when you finally get to experience the real thing, it’s overwhelmingly powerful.

i’m not just writing this post to ramble. i’m writing this post because there are so many people in my life that i think that this applies to. if you have the faintest inkling that i might be talking about you? then i am. even if i didn’t realize i was talking about you, i am now. this post is for anyone with whom it resonates, anyone who might get anything out of this message.

because here’s the secret that no one bothered to tell us - emotional intimacy isn’t a zero-sum game. caring about someone is worth so much more to the person being cared about than it costs the one who cares. two people, emotionally supporting each other, will be much happier and more stable than if either tried going it alone. emotionally draining relationships exist, where one party takes and takes and gives nothing back, but if you’re worried that you’re not worth your upkeep, then you’re almost certainly already giving far more than you realize.

and here’s the other big secret:

human beings - on a fundamental level - need emotional intimacy. and we didn’t deserve to have it missing from our lives.

we deserve to have friends who care about us.

we deserve to have people who love us.

we deserve all the happiness in the world.

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