True story that happened a few days ago. After all, I'm grateful that someone had persuaded me to go to a party with him in the neighbourhood where i have just moved in. Despite of the unfavourable weather and the prospect of music not really my taste. But the music turned from Reaggae to a Jazzy-Dub. So that got me dancing all the way through, together with a soul-sister who does the same kind of intuitive-expressive dance like I do. We were the only ones there performing like that, so ... quite sticking out for me. We didn't even talk but we shared a connection on another level, which inspired me to turn this into a song. It's work in progress; I have a melody and meters in mind ... Perhaps I'll find someone to turn this into a proper song, who knows. (due to lack of instrument proficiency my mind does make me a problem now) :-)

edit:
Imagne it beginning with a slow swing-dub in a hinky-kinky 7/4 meter. That's when you have dum-dub dum-dub dum-dub dum-dub, you strike the last "dub" (or any one of the beats; in this case the entry point of the vocals actually works better with leaving away the 4^th^). The drum/hi-hat goes 1-2-3 1-2-3-4, and the vocals set in just after the first three notes and may a bit lush swinging to the rhythm. The musical storytelling says, "not sure if I wouldn't stumble but the music is cool stuff"
The whole thing with bass and snare (cajon?), and possibly some jazzy piano and guitar it in arpeggio. Swingy but in a melancholic tone. Leave it time between the lines and space for the guitar/piano dialogue to develop from being separate to interacting.

Then there is a transition to 6/4 meter. Danceable slow swing where the drum and hat come more forward. We also ramp up one or two steps in brightness in the chord modes.

An interlude then transitions to 8/8 (or 4/4 but with slightly more pace), until we arrive at the longer verse where the melody goes upwards. The tone can be one below major. -- A duet of singers would actually be nice here; I have reflected this partially in the lyrics at a point when they diverge in a single word which together with diverging harmony will give different meanings to their previous lines ...

Until it proceeds to the last two verses which act as a progressing chorus in the storytelling. This time it goes more upbeat toward the end.
😁

One or two verses could be missing.

edit 2: Re-modeled the structure of that 8/8 climax part toward the end. Also arrived at a better title. After all, this is an "I trust in doing me" uplifting lovesong. That former working title, "Unmask" would be a song about not doing something, so that may be for another time.

Talk With My Sister

So to a party I'd gone
in a new place to be.
Spoke to barely anyone
on my own -- doing me.

Stayed observing and ambiet
got to love someone's dance.
She was being -- different --
in her overall --
lovely extravagance.

Did not even talk to her
Would i ever go that far
cause it won't have gone so well.
Does it sound familiar?

So you little dancer
wore your dancing shoes due.
So out of convention
just --
like I do when I do.

So I wanted to dance like you
so i took off my shoes.
And although it had rained before
I was dancing with you.

Trat-tat-tat-taaa
tarat-tat-tat-taa-dadaa

Sweet conversation without needing words
for hours
you warmed my heart in every single turn every beat
was ours.
I don't know your name but
I know I will be back to you. --
Cause when I said goodbye to sleep
you briefly stroked your hand on me
I know you --
were (are) asking me to swing with you some more.

uooh-ho
uooh uooh
oooh-ha
uooh ahaaa ayee!

So you little dancer
act without any mask.
So out of convention
just --
what more would I ask?

So I wanted to dance like you
so i took off my shoes.
And although it had rained before
I was dancing just to be in love with you.

^^^^

So I've noticed that when in a verbal conversation I often throw in some contribution that either would be perceived as negative, or making everything about myself, or being perceived as irrelevant. I guess I am searching something like the wheel of emotions, but for conversational nuance, preferrably with examples, or a similar resource, to explore this further.

Is this the right way to do it or is it scary and weird for people? BTW I find the operation of this system 'lemmy'? difficult and inconsistent. Sometimes it doesn't seem to let me reply to posts or messages and sometimes it does. I have little idea what's going on so I hope people understand.

I'd be interested if other ND folk have also observed what looks like a higher than usual percentage of displaced people or people moving abroad or living in a multicultural background in their families?

It might have nothing to do with it, but I sometimes suspect that I chose to live abroad because other people's expectations in social situations are more lenient, or because all culture is alien to me anyways? I also, just like my grandmother before me, proceeded to raise a child that isn't really fully part of either culture of his parents - another overly self-aware alien.

But then it's also such a common thing in so many people's lives that I might be looking for connections where there are none.

So while scrolling Lemmy today, i came across this story of a recent excavation at the site of the buried ancient city of Pompeii. A painting on the wall in a house that had an adjacent bakery appears to depict what could be called an ancestor of a nowadays ubiquitous delicacy. Link to an article is below but i put the short story first so that i don't spoil it. ;-D
No idea if it is good storytelling or anything, but why not just put here this crafted-for-an-afternoon piece.

PRANDIVM VELOX PANECUM*

The baker boy had come to wake up Octavius Picus from his afternoon nap. The delegation from the market at Nuceria had already arrived. They were early. Three people, the boy said, an elderly man with bad eyesight and a young woman guiding him, and another man who was carrying some scrolls. They could be heared chatting with Octavius' wife Marcella in the atrium. -- No hurry. He sat up on the bedside and rubbed his eyes.

The landlords around Nuceria had recently founded a cooperative and had now come to bargain a new deal for their grain. He wouldn't really know what to make of it, especially since his plan of opening a taberna next to the bakery would certainly require him to buy more wheat and he also wanted to have their beer. Would all that make it more expensive or less? -- It was Marcella's idea after all, to offer quickly baked meals that would be affordable not only for the wealthy summer guests.
Anyway, the painter was already done with decorating the walls in the atrium, so why not just give them a taste of the novel idea.

Alright, let's serve them something, he told the boy. Make us five of the speciality quick plates, with sausage, eggs and sweet wine ... but not the most expensive one. And do not forget to put the basilicum and cheese sauce on the panem piccum!

::: spoiler Here is the link (spoiler) (*) panis velox prandium: "bread for a quick lunch" (the best i can come up with for "fast food" using an online translator)
Changed the title two days afterwards to something more Latin-y. Prandium velox panecum: "quick lunch with bread". :-)

Does This Pompeii Painting Depict a 2,000-Year-Old Pizza?
Original thread: https://lemmy.world/post/1334869 :::

Its a shame that they did that, especially since the largest neurodivergent community on lemmy was over there, but for anyone who calls this instance or lemmy.world home I saw we make this the new one.