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Post by Jiuk Robertson on Apr 10, 2016 7:55:52 GMT -8
"Oh, that's cool." Z said with a nod. As Taijia finished the dance, he clapped. "Wow, good job." He cheered, using Korean while he knew it. He furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of Kangwan. "Wait like... the Kangwan that left that group? Holy c-" He paused, remembering they were in the presence of a child. He bit his lip and glanced up in a quick apology to Hwangjung, "They said he was moving to his dad's in LA but I didn't think they meant here." He looked to Taijia, "You're really lucky, wow. No wonder you're such a good dancer then!" He praised, actually meaning it.
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Post by Hwangjung Lee on Apr 11, 2016 23:45:28 GMT -8
Hwangjung nodded at Jiuk's question and replied, "He's a good kid, doesn't want the left the group thing to be permanent from how I understand it. Yunjin-hyung has a tendency to collect strays who need to be protected. It's part of why he's such a good high school teacher. But yeah, Kangwan's been babysitting for Tai, which seems to be helpful to everyone involved."
Tai smiled up at Jiuk after the compliments and said shyly, "Thanks."
Hwangjung have Tai a quick hug, judging that this was perhaps enough for the first round of socialization and asked him, "Is there anything that you particularly want for dinner kid? We're probably going to order out in a little. Think about it, and I'll ask you when we come back up to put the call in."
Tai nodded and replied, "Alright, I'm going to keep practicing."
Hwangjung nodded in return and turned back to Jiuk, "Let me give you the proper tour of downstairs where all my things are."
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Post by Jiuk Robertson on Apr 16, 2016 19:52:48 GMT -8
"Aww, how cute." Z cooed with a soft smile. "I've honestly been trying to ignore his group because they're so young, but their music was too good. It also helped their leader is the same age as Sammy." He said with a small chuckle. "I hope he gets to go back soon." He added softly. He smiled watching Hwangjung and Taijia interact. He'd never seen such a cute kid, though he always tended to be biased towards non-screaming children. "Nice to meet you, Taijia." He quipped before following Hwangjung. "Yeah, I wanna see your music stuff, too!" He said with a cute grin.
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Post by Hwangjung Lee on Apr 16, 2016 20:32:00 GMT -8
Hwangjung nodded in understanding about the comment about the group being young, and he replied, "I probably would feel pretty much the same way about them, except the music director at their company seems to really like my songs. I've had two that he bought just for that group, and a few others for some of the other groups with the company. So I've gotten pretty familiar with the groups there, because it means that I can sort of tailor songs to their vocal ranges and styles a little bit."
He paused for a moment, starting to lead the way down to his living area and wrapping an arm around Jiuk's shoulders to guide him with. He added, "Kangwan's a sweet kid though, and I hope he gets to go back as soon as he feels ready for it if that is what he wants. I think that he's sort of been accidentally encouraging Tai to audition once he's old enough though because Tai thinks that he's cool."
As they reached the lower floor, Hwangjung swung his free hand at the space, "And this is my part of the house. That's my bedroom over there, and then there's a bathroom down here, and past them down the hall is my studio. Though Sungyong and Yunjin-hyung both keep instruments down here because it's sound insulated."
He led the way past the other two rooms to show Jiuk the studio. It was pretty sparsely furnished, and clearly most of the activity in the room happened over at the desk with the synthesizer and computer set up, but there were recording set ups scattered around the room as well as a large array of instruments.
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Post by Jiuk Robertson on Apr 18, 2016 7:58:42 GMT -8
Z nodded, "Fair enough, learning a group I would assume makes it easier to write a song for them." Though he didn't really know much about making music, he knew the basics, and could see how and why knowing who the song was for would be infinitely more useful than not.
Z squeaked a bit in surprise, though not dislike, at the arm around his shoulders as he got led away, quickly getting comfy so as not to make Hwangjung think he didn't want the touch. He laughed lightly, he could see why that would be Taijia's end goal. Kangwan was one of the success stories of KPop, his band was lucky enough to kick off well after debut, but he thought back to the boy int he other room, and frowned a bit. "Kangwan must've been about his age when he started auditioning, no? Wasn't he the one that auditioned super young? That's got to be hard on someone's psyche though, auditions and training. I hope Taijia will be okay through it." He smiled half-heartedly, "Still, if he does go through it and makes it, it'll be fun to root on someone I actually know personally." He ranted.
He looked through the rooms, smiling to himself, a hand seeming to rest comfortably on his chest. He couldn't help as his cheek tinted pink at the thoughts going through his mind. This is comfortable, I could live here, Imagine getting to wake up to music, etc. His mouth dropped open a bit at seeing the studio. It looked so professional, though he didn't know what an unprofessional studio would necessarily look like. "Wow, it's so cool!" He said, finally remembering using his voice was probably a better indicator of paying attention than just staring at things.
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Post by Hwangjung Lee on Apr 18, 2016 21:40:10 GMT -8
Hwangjung nodded and replied, "I don't know exactly how young Kangwan was when he started auditioning, but it must have been pretty young. I don't think that Yunjin-hyung would be willing to give Tai the go ahead to audition for something like that until he's at least twelve or thirteen. He wouldn't try to talk him out of the idea, he'd just give him a minimum age. The kid's really driven for a seven year old, and his level of focus impresses me, and I knew Yunjin-hyung and Sungyong at that age. Hyung was already training to be a concert violinist and flutist at that age, and Sungyong had started figure skating, and the only reason he's not like a world level skater right now is that he completely blew out his knee when we were in high school, but now he's coaching. And hyung sometimes plays as a guest musician with symphonies. Yunjia, Tai's mom, was sort of like that too, but hers leaned more towards academics in many ways."
He paused and shook his head, "I'm kind of babbling, sorry."
He looked around, trying to get off the serious subject, and said, "Do you want to hear what you sound like if I record you in an audio booth, you can sing if you want, or you can recite some poetry or something, but it can be cool to hear it on professional quality equipment."
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Post by Jiuk Robertson on Apr 21, 2016 21:34:34 GMT -8
Z shook his head, smiling softly, quietly amazed at the talent of his boyfriend's friends. Sure, Sam was pretty talented in a variety of things, but neither of them had anything to show for their talents. At least Samnang had possession of a violin and he could whip up a song at will. Z just had various notebooks he rarely was willing to show to people.
"Oh." Z said before the words really sunk in. His face displayed a mixture of nerves and excitement. "Oh. Can I? Really?" He asked, his eyes wide. He looked over at the equipment tentatively, already knowing which poem he'd use, though not his own, it was definitely one of his favorites. He looked back to Hwangjung, mouth slightly agape, "i-it's really okay?" He breathed.
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Post by Hwangjung Lee on Apr 21, 2016 22:21:53 GMT -8
Hwangjung grinned, clearly pleased that he'd been right that the idea would appeal to Jiuk, and he replied, "Definitely. It's a pretty basic set up, but it works pretty well because I needed something for doing demos, and it is not worth the time and editing effort to do it with a lower level set up when I had the time and equipment and space to get it set up properly."
He led Jiuk over to the little sound booth and said, "Get yourself comfortable in there, and I'll get the recording programs booted up."
Then he walked over to his sound board and laptop set up on an old slightly battered desk and started flipping things on. Everything in the studio was third or fourth hand and not the newest technology, but it did its job, and Hwangjung was pretty proud of his set up because he was able to get professional quality out of a home studio with some careful sound editing.
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Post by Jiuk Robertson on Apr 25, 2016 20:31:59 GMT -8
Z walked into the sound booth hesitantly, touching everything with such a soft touch, as if any more pressure would cause things like walls to break. He finally stopped being in a daze enough to think over which poem he wanted to do. He was debating between two of his favorites, though neither of them were his own. He wasn't sure which one he wanted to be able to listen to back to back, though. He finally put on the headphones, mouth near the microphone as he did a soft "Test," jumping but laughing cutely as he heard his voice in the headphones. "Wow, this is so weird. Cool, but weird." He said into the microphone, laughter in his smile as he looked to Hwangjung.
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Post by Hwangjung Lee on Apr 25, 2016 23:58:33 GMT -8
Hwangjung watched fondly as Jiuk settled in to the recording booth. He couldn't help but laugh a little bit at Jiuk's laugh before he finished the start up process. He said, "Alright, tell me when you're ready, cause I'm ready to go at this point."
He looked over at Jiuk again, noting that his boyfriend looked indecisive and said, "This is set up for recordings of up to about 10 minutes, so if you want to do a few poems, that shouldn't be too big a deal. I can sing something for you after if you want too, and show you how this runs so that we can get a recording. I mean I can set it up to record and then duck in, but I'd like to show it off to you."
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Post by Jiuk Robertson on Apr 27, 2016 9:25:28 GMT -8
Z perked up a bit. "Oh, that makes life simple." He said with a small chuckle. He took a few more moments to get situated before nodding and giving Hwangjung a smile and thumbs up. He took a breath before beginning, "This first poem is by Phil Kaye, called Repetition." He closed his eyes, thinking over the emotions in the words, despite the poem not being his own. "I remember the bed just floating there. / Apart, apart, apart, apart. / My mother taught me this trick / If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning / For example: / Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework / See, nothing / Our existence, she said, is the same way. / You watch the sun set too often, it just becomes 6 PM / You make the same mistake over and over; you’ll stop calling it a mistake / If you just / wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, / one day you’ll forget why / Nothing is forever, she said / My parents left each other when I was 7 years old / Before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbor’s house, / like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle. / When I came back there was no gravity in our home, beds floating / I imagined it as an accident, that when I left / They whispered to each other “I love you” so many times over / that they forgot what it meant / Family, family, family, family, family, family / My mother taught me this trick / If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning / This became my favorite game / It made the sting of words evaporate. / Separation, separation, separation; / see, nothing / Apart, apart, apart; see, nothing / I am an injured handyman now / I work with words all day / Shut up, I know the irony! / When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language / was breaking it down / Convincing it that it was worthless / I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you; / See, nothing / Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter / Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor / There is no escape in stutter / You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat / S-s-s-separation / Stutter is a cage made of mirrors / Every “Are you ok?” / Every “What’d you say?” / Every “Come on kid, spit it out” / Is a glaring reflection you cannot escape / Every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement / Over and over until it just hangs there, / floating in the middle of the room / Mom, Dad, / I am not wasteful with my words anymore. / Even now after hundreds of hours of practicing away my stutter, / I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat. / I have heard that even in space; / You can hear the scratching of a / "I-I-I-I love you." He paused a moment, giving Hwangjung a look to signify that poem was over. Now it was time for one of his favorite poems, ever. He held up a finger, to let his boyfriend know he had one more poem. This was fun, ironically, and he decided he'd want to record his own poems some day. But not yet, this was the test run. "This poem is by Elliot Darrow, and is called God is Gay." He began, pulling away from the mic for a moment to clear his throat. "What if I told you God is gay? / Do you think belligerent bible-belters / Would still holler hate speech to the hilltops / In His name? / Or do you think they would reread the scriptures / They say they swear and survive by / See, I’ve been reading the Bible again lately / And I think I’ve taken a leaf from their holy book, / Picking passages for my purpose / Which is in short / To let you know it’s very possible God is gay. / I mean think about the book of Genesis / In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth / And it wasn’t just good, it was fabulous. / I mean what else is our planet but the pinnacle / Of exterior design, and I don’t mean to generalize / But it certainly seems like that the Garden of Eden / Was designed by queer, I mean divine eye for the straight guy / But some Christians would go as far as to call / God’s creations abominations / Heretics calling themselves faithful / When their faith is full of belief that only God may pass judgment / Matthew 7:1 Judge and you too shall be judged / Luke 6: 37 Condemn not and you shall not be condemned / Fred Phelps 2006: You’re going to hell! God hates fags! / A history lesson: A faggot is a bundle of sticks / Originally used as kindling for fires that engulfed gays / When they were burned at the stake, people were firewood / But Moses came across wood on fire and saw God in it, / What is a burning bush but bundles of branches / On fire, isn’t it funny how faggots and God can look the same sometimes? / Keep in mind Jesus had two dads and turned out just fine / In fact, Jesus had two dads and a surrogate mother / That never had sex with either of them, / Maybe Mary was a lesbian / And I remember the prayer going / “Hail Mary, full of grace” / Not full of sin, / “Pray for us sinners” / For we have become blinded by bigotry. / And forgotten that God gave us the rainbow / As a promise that we will never be flooded again / Either with rain or ignorance / And now all the homosexual Homo sapiens / Stand more united under God’s rainbow / Than all of his denominations do around the cross. / I was brought up believing that my Savior loved us all / And never had to specify “no homo” / But if you have hate in your heart / Say it don’t pray it / Don’t teach it and for the love of God don’t preach it / Because I am tired of these fire and brimstone sermons / Slinging slurs when they’re not firing brimstones / From voices that should be filled with love and praise / Instead of raised with hate and rage / I am a Christian, and I believe in saying the Christian thing. / Which used to sound like “Love thy neighbor as thyself” / But now sounds more like hate at the top of your picket signs / The closest thing to God being “Hell, is waiting for you” / They’re passing out damnation pamphlets / Filled with out-of-context Bible verses / Trying to define God / When his meaning is clear. / He is acceptance, He is pride, He is humility, He is just, / God is perfection, God is protection, God is love, / But most importantly / God is gay." He sat back, looking to Hwangjung, wondering what he thought of the two poems, chewing his bottom lip nervously. ((Note: In case you wanted to actually watch the poems: Repition and God is Gay))
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Post by Hwangjung Lee on Apr 28, 2016 0:34:09 GMT -8
Hwangjung listened as Jiuk spoke, clearly fascinated with listening to him recite, and kept a partial eye on the sound board readings, making small adjustments as needed. The second poem especially was interesting to him because it touched on topics that he honestly didn't know that much about. When the recording was done, he motioned to Jiuk to come around to where he would work on it, and he started running the basic filters that he had set up to get rid of background noise.
He explained quietly, "I've got a few filters that I run just to cancel out the sorts of background noise that I've got as a constant down here. I've got those pre-programmed because it's sort of a constant. Once I've got that filtered out, along with any pops from recording, then we can listen to a play back."
He turned and smiled over at Jiuk and added, "That was cool by the way. You sounded really awesome reciting. The second poem was interesting especially because I feel like I didn't really know what a lot of the context was. I mean I know it's something Christianity related, but I have to admit to being almost completely in the dark. My family was kind of culturally Buddhist, but we only went to temple for big major holidays, though I've picked up more information around that from Jin-hyung and Sungyong because they're super serious about it. But the entire point of that is that I've never had that much interaction with Christianity, so I don't get the context really, but I'm always interested to understand more about why you care about those two poems especially."
He smiled, hoping that all of that had made sense and that Jiuk would get what he was trying to get at even if it had come out of his mouth a little bit sloppily.
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Post by Jiuk Robertson on Apr 29, 2016 9:04:15 GMT -8
Z nodded, carefully setting the headphones back where he'd found them and hopping back out to sit by Hwangjung. He nodded, watching the screen as the filters were being run. It was really interesting. He smiled, somewhat bittersweet, and looked down at his hands. "You're lucky then. My parents were so strictly Christian, but they went for more fire and brimstone rather than love your neighbor type of churches and sermons." He took a step back, remembering that Hwangjung just said he was raised more culturally Buddhist. "Um, basically, Christian churches can be separated into evil brainwashing cults and actual, proper churches that read their Bibles in context with the memory that this book was written 2,000 years ago." He chuckle,d looking back at his boyfriend, "If you can't tell, I kind of have a bias. Basically, and I'm sure you've seen it if you've ever paid attention to any gay activist thing ever, the bad Christians will read certain passages, Leviticus is the most popular, and take it out of context from the time - like sleeping with another man was forbidden during Biblical days in Christianity because they were lacking population, not just because God decided it wasn't cool." He paused, taking a breath. "My parents were a part of the bad churches. I spent my entire childhood learning my feelings were sinful. Do you know how to scare a Christian kid? Tell them they're going to hell for something they can't even control, so they repress it."
He looked back down to his hands, once again return to his bittersweet smile. "When I met Xavier, and later his parents, it was the first time I'd seen a Christian family that was so open. So one Sunday, I went to church with them." He smiled, "At first, I was scared, because Xavier kept trying to be cuddly, and all I knew was my parent's church. In a twist of fate, the pastor's sermon that day was about love. I was probably visibly cringing, but the pastor showed all the instances that the Bible had said to not judge one another, and to actively live by the Golden Rule. It was live changing for me."
Finally, he brought the conversation around to the poem, "The poem is talking about that discourse in the church, by doing what the bad churches do and twisting verses to argue that God them self was gay. It's been torn apart by now, mind you, by the exact type of Christians he was talking against. But it really resonated with me because of how I was raised, essentially to hate myself."
He looked up, still smiling that bittersweet smile, because he'd never really discussed why he loved the poem so much. Samnang had kind of put two and two together after a while of learning Z was Christian and had been disowned, but still didn't know the full story. "As for the first one..." He looked up at Hwangjung, "I'm sure you've noticed by now I do occasionally have a stutter. After..." His voice faded, and his face fell, "it," he shook his head, "everything happened, it surfaced. Really... really bad. About the same time as I started speech therapy for it, I had found out about slam poetry, and Repetition was one of the first ones I'd listened to, and it really resonated with me, because even though I couldn't relate, I could relate." He laughed a bit, if that makes any sense. "I hope that answered you...?" He said hesitantly, feeling like he just rambled, and suddenly feel a bit embarrassed about his ramblings.
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Post by Hwangjung Lee on Apr 29, 2016 21:48:11 GMT -8
Hwangjung listened carefully, nodding along in places to show that he understood. He was definitely hearing a lot of stuff that he didn't already know, considering, as he'd said, his exposure to Christianity had been kind of minimal. The Korean school that he'd gone to growing up had been the one attached to the secular Korean center instead of the one attached to the church, and for cultural events they'd gone to the ones at the Korean Temple and Korean Center, though often the church nearby had held similar events. He said, "That's a lot of new information honestly. I've not been around Christianity that much, though like, I knew a few people who went to the churches in the Bay Area that would walk with pride and stuff. There were two Korean schools near me, the one attached to a church and the one attached to the Korean center, and since my parents were fairly culturally Buddhist though not very serious about it, like did the major holidays, but I wasn't in temples very often, well, I went to the secular one. It was sort of a cultural divide. Plus, I hung around YunJin and Sungyong all the time growing up because we were attached at the hip from right before I turned six on, and they're both very very seriously Buddhist."
He frowned and said, "That sounds really unpleasant though, and I'm glad that you found a place that helped you feel better about all those things. It makes sense that that poem would resonate for you though. And I'm always up for hearing more about this stuff. I want to know more about you and how you see the world."
Hwangjung curled a gentle arm around Jiuk's shoulders and said, "I did get the second poem a lot better and why it would be a thing that was important to you, so I'm glad that you've gotten a chance to record it."
The computer finished its first pass on the recordings, and he said, "The rough edit is ready to listen to, though I'll go through and manually adjust some parts after, but do you want to listen to it now?"
He hovered his finger over the button, waiting for Jiuk's response to start the recording playing.
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Post by Jiuk Robertson on May 1, 2016 22:59:18 GMT -8
Z listened, somewhat envious towards Hwangjung getting to be lucky on the growing up front, at least in that sense. He bit his lip, nodding as Hwangjung said he wanted to know more about him. He didn't know how to talk about his past without putting it into a poem, though. He leaned into the touch, deciding to stay there because it was comfy. He didn't know how to explain his past without the feelings of betrayal and hurt, or worse, his stutter, showing up. He nodded, already a bit embarrassed at the thought of hearing his voice being played back. It always sounded too young, too high for his liking. "I guess... let's hear it.." He said hesitantly, hiding his face with sleeve-covered hands.
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