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The Songs! We listened, we opinionated, and some of us had a lot to say.
The End.
No, seriously, they're both pretty cool. A little odd, Justin's getting "leaked" on the same day as Nick's came out, but who knows. I like them both just fine, neither is taking over first in my book of favorite tunes. Probably Nick's is a little more my style, because of the dreaded MJ squealing in Justin's. And I like his words, they seem to match his character and make me go "yeah, I feel that way sometimes." Justin's words are good, too, but I have trouble making them out. And I'm not so relating with the concepts. But I very much like the intro drum/flamenco-ish guitar.
This I do have to say, though. Justin sounds a hell of a lot better when he sings with JC, purely voice-wise. The two of them do this complement/contrast thing of strong/weak, polished/rough, that makes me actually wish I could hear them together without all the tech in a little smoky club, maybe doing a Platters number or something.
Again, this is just IMHO; music is such an individual taste phenomenon. I wish them both luck, though for my own selfish reasons, I hope 'NSync stays together for a little longer, at least.
I wrote a little more of the ...harder... story today. Chris is such an interrupting guy! I think he keeps poking into my stories because he does that in live interviews, also. Everytime JC speaks, either Chris or Justin jumps in and interrupts him. And then they interrupt each other.
DIPpey presents:
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...the harder they fall
by stungunbilly
Part Two
Warning: Nobody under 21 will be allowed, by word of the MGT. And people squeamish about homosexuality, carpeted bathrooms, and pop groups must go forth at their own discretion. And I still don't know 'NSync.
JC was waiting for him in the hallway when he went looking for the bathroom.
“J, we need to talk,”he said. He had that serious look he got when they were recording and Justin fucked up an easy line.
“Uh, sure, just lemme use, the, the head first,” only it came out more like “surrrre,” and when he said ‘head’ he couldn’t help staring at JC’s crotch.
JC crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. After a long thirty seconds or so, Justin stopped staring long enough to notice that he had to piss NOW, so he staggered another few feet and entered. The closet.
A snort from the hallway brought him back out of the closet and into JC’s lantern-like stare.
“Just, um, looking for some, um, okay. Where is the fucking head, ‘C?”
So JC sorted him out directionally and he had the long-awaited draining. And then he passed out on the softly carpeted floor where he was found the next morning by Chris.
“oooph,” was all he could get out coherently, because Chris weighed a fucking *ton* when he landed on the vulnerable parts of your intestine. And then he said “fuuuuuck, you little bastard,” because Chris gave really good head.
After Justin had refused to reciprocate, and rinsed his mouth out with gross tasting L.A. tap water, Chris told him that JC was waiting for him in the laundry room. Apparently most of the Neptunes had puked on or around JC’s favorite pair of pants, and he was trying to rescue them. Justin privately wondered, considering JC’s taste in pants, how one could even *tell* they had puke on them, but he knew better than to say this to Chris.
“Oh, and the blow job isn’t free. You’re lending Michelle your bike this weekend.”
After this anouncement, Justin felt talking to JC wouldn’t be such a burden, and staggered off to the laundry room.
~
I know, stops at a bad place. Here's hoping I get some writing time today.
:O)
Bye Guys!
The End.
No, seriously, they're both pretty cool. A little odd, Justin's getting "leaked" on the same day as Nick's came out, but who knows. I like them both just fine, neither is taking over first in my book of favorite tunes. Probably Nick's is a little more my style, because of the dreaded MJ squealing in Justin's. And I like his words, they seem to match his character and make me go "yeah, I feel that way sometimes." Justin's words are good, too, but I have trouble making them out. And I'm not so relating with the concepts. But I very much like the intro drum/flamenco-ish guitar.
This I do have to say, though. Justin sounds a hell of a lot better when he sings with JC, purely voice-wise. The two of them do this complement/contrast thing of strong/weak, polished/rough, that makes me actually wish I could hear them together without all the tech in a little smoky club, maybe doing a Platters number or something.
Again, this is just IMHO; music is such an individual taste phenomenon. I wish them both luck, though for my own selfish reasons, I hope 'NSync stays together for a little longer, at least.
I wrote a little more of the ...harder... story today. Chris is such an interrupting guy! I think he keeps poking into my stories because he does that in live interviews, also. Everytime JC speaks, either Chris or Justin jumps in and interrupts him. And then they interrupt each other.
DIPpey presents:
~
...the harder they fall
by stungunbilly
Part Two
Warning: Nobody under 21 will be allowed, by word of the MGT. And people squeamish about homosexuality, carpeted bathrooms, and pop groups must go forth at their own discretion. And I still don't know 'NSync.
JC was waiting for him in the hallway when he went looking for the bathroom.
“J, we need to talk,”he said. He had that serious look he got when they were recording and Justin fucked up an easy line.
“Uh, sure, just lemme use, the, the head first,” only it came out more like “surrrre,” and when he said ‘head’ he couldn’t help staring at JC’s crotch.
JC crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. After a long thirty seconds or so, Justin stopped staring long enough to notice that he had to piss NOW, so he staggered another few feet and entered. The closet.
A snort from the hallway brought him back out of the closet and into JC’s lantern-like stare.
“Just, um, looking for some, um, okay. Where is the fucking head, ‘C?”
So JC sorted him out directionally and he had the long-awaited draining. And then he passed out on the softly carpeted floor where he was found the next morning by Chris.
“oooph,” was all he could get out coherently, because Chris weighed a fucking *ton* when he landed on the vulnerable parts of your intestine. And then he said “fuuuuuck, you little bastard,” because Chris gave really good head.
After Justin had refused to reciprocate, and rinsed his mouth out with gross tasting L.A. tap water, Chris told him that JC was waiting for him in the laundry room. Apparently most of the Neptunes had puked on or around JC’s favorite pair of pants, and he was trying to rescue them. Justin privately wondered, considering JC’s taste in pants, how one could even *tell* they had puke on them, but he knew better than to say this to Chris.
“Oh, and the blow job isn’t free. You’re lending Michelle your bike this weekend.”
After this anouncement, Justin felt talking to JC wouldn’t be such a burden, and staggered off to the laundry room.
~
I know, stops at a bad place. Here's hoping I get some writing time today.
:O)
Bye Guys!