Zombie Blues Chapter 1, a gorillaz fanfic | FanFiction
See more ideas about 2d and noodle, Gorillaz fan art and Guitars. Murdoc GorillazGorillaz WikiPlastic BeachJamie HewlettDamon AlbarnLady Gaga Marketing PlanCharacter gorillaz 2d - Google Search Murdoc Gorillaz, Gorillaz Fan Art, Gorillaz .. **not dating relationship** i think they make a good uncle/ niece type. up at all with Hewlett's drawings of 2D, Murdoc, Russel and Noodle, the . London, settled in his studio, his home, his long-term relationship. 2D gets separated from Noodle, Russel, and Murdoc in South America. felt about 2D and she began to feel more conscious of their relationship and . Murdoc sighed on the other end "Alrigh', lemme go to the market and.
I mean, yeah, best friends usually do the same thing in a more playful way, but, with Murdoc, he just picks on 2D because he thinks he's more superior to him intellect-wise and power-wise. Phase three This is probably when their relationship is at it's worst. From holding him captive to forcing him to stay with Murdoc and Cyborg Noodle, he's been through a lot of torment and abuse. It's really why I got into phase three more than any of the other phases: Because of the lore in it.
From Murdoc, 2D, and Cyborg Noodle trying to find Noodle who is found to be alive to the torment that I just mentioned with 2D, it's really the phase that actually got me into the band. Anyway, back to what I'm talking about! In this phase, to me, it's both the worst and most interesting phase when it comes to 2D and Murdoc's relationship, but it's still not my favorite phase for the two. Phase four This is when a BIG surprise has come to their relationship: I mean, yeah, Murdoc is still an asshole and beating 2D up, but he's mostly shown not as abusive as he was in the past.
Yeah, there isn't a plot or story to this phase, but it shows how much 2D and Murdoc's relationship has changed from abusive to kind of friends. Murdoc has even called 2D: I was VERY glad that their relationship has gotten a bit better in phase four because they've been through a lot and it's nice that Murdoc has changed a little bit for 2D.
However, I feel like, even though it's nice that they're getting along with eachother a bit more, it was Maybe there should've been a song or something to show HOW they've become more friendly to eachother instead of going from one phase of abuse and torment to a slightly better and more friendly relationship in the next phase. As for phase five Phase five This is when things get a bit You're going against your true nature, trapping yourself in a stuffy little cubicle.
Leave the desk jobs to the plebs with no vision. We really can be the Gorillaz again. What did she have to lose? She could leave her job and her co-workers would celebrate. She still had several million in the bank. And … she sort of missed being able to stay up till the witching hour in their creative jam sessions. Guess we forgot to clean up the pentagram. Noodle quit her bland, unfulfilling desk job and devoted her time to re-familiarizing herself with her guitar.
When she picked up that familiar weight again, and strummed the first chord, she grinned from ear to ear. How interesting, that you can forget just how much something made you whole. The music world had moved forward in her absence, so Noodle hastened to play catch-up.
Murdoc might have been stuck on the "classics," but they needed to know the current state of the art. Not in a trend-following way though. You had to know the enemy to defeat it. Looking back, Noodle found her obsession with reforming the state of pop music a bit idealistic.
In the end, it was the internet, torrenting, and iPads with music production capabilities that had broken up the old distribution channels. The big record companies poured more and more money into coming up with canned hits, but in the end, they were simply starved out of existence.
That did make it a bit difficult to get funding for the Gorillaz though. It meant that they would have to handle their own marketing. Social media made this both easier and harder than expected. Murdoc was in his element, slinging insults at whatever puffed-up poppinjay was in the news today, and steadily leaking hints as to the new project. The album would most likely be smaller in scope than the ones before though. Noodle sat on the kitchen table, frantically scribbling inspiration on a brown paper shopping bag.
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After all this sterility, her brain was filled with fertile loam, and ideas sprouted as fast as weeds on Miracle-Grow. With her recent busyness, she had been neglecting David as of late. A half-lit cigarette was smoldering next to her and filling up the house with pungent smoke.
She thought Murdoc had disabled the smoke detectors, or at least whacked them enough that they didn't work anymore. David wrapped his arms around her from behind. We're still set for next August, right?
She'd forgotten about that.
We Skyped every member of Gorillaz
It'll be crunch time for the album. We'll want to do some touring. David's concerned face, so comforting before, now seemed bland and insipid. She hoped he would leave soon so she could start picking out the chords to the new song. You're not … sleeping with him, are you? You've quit your job, you're staying up at odd hours, and you've even started smoking again.
I've succeeded as a musician before, and can certainly do so again.
We're meeting the frontman of the band Harlequin Monkeys to see if we can do a collaboration. We never talk anymore. Tell us a little bit about the latest demo you've released, Magnetic Tube.
For this new album, I thought I'd go and get my brain scanned, you know, for science. Murdoc fails to mention that he was being paid twenty pounds an hour for the privilege. Anyway, they put you in a metal tube and make you lie very still. I had an itch on my balls I was dying to scratch.
And the machine is loud! Almost as loud as a Metallica concert. Just a solid mass of pulsing, claustrophobic noise aimed right at your head. But when you listen to it for long enough, you start to hear layers in it.
Or maybe that was the pot. I thought the idea of a system of sound probing the inside of your mind was very interesting. We are constantly experiencing the illusion of consciousness from the inside, but we still have difficulty analyzing it from the outside.
But imagine if the music you listen to was actually a way of determining the frequency your brain works at! Or, more sinister still, if it was a way of influencing the frequency of your thoughts. This question is for Noodle. What was it like growing up as part of the Gorillaz? In a sense, growing up in Kong was like every child's dream: In another sense, it was an exhausting and unpredictable nightmare. You must remember that I started touring when I was 9, which is a big ordeal for someone of any age.
Out of the three men, Russel was the one that was most like a father. He was the only one that understood any Japanese at all, and he made sure I went to bed on time and ate my vegetables. I think he wanted me to have as much of a normal childhood as possible. When I became a teenager, he gave me a big talk about how I shouldn't let 2D and Murdoc's abusive relationship color the way I think about love.
You make it sound like we were bent. We would sit around and play video games, and fiddle around with music. He wasn't the brightest, but we did have some very interesting conversations about freedom and reincarnation. I miss him the most. Especially since we can just give Russel a call at any time if we want his beats.
As for Murdoc … Murdoc: What, do you want me to leave the room for this one? I think I'm the only person he would ever admit to liking. Questions of identity feature prominently in this new album.
Would you mind talking about your inspiration for this motif? What does it mean to be British? What does it mean to be American? What does it mean to be Japanese? All these countries have once had sprawling empires, yet have also experienced their empires fall and new ones take their place. We are now experiencing the dying throes of capitalism.
Unemployment should mean nothing in a post-scarcity society. Isn't it something to be celebrated, that we no longer have to earn our bread by the sweat of our brow? However, our society still bases identity on the work that you do, especially in corporate life. If we continue to cling on to this old conception of identity, we will only experience further riots and anarchy as people desperately complete for a dwindling supply of jobs.
The earth is good, and can support humanity even after we abuse it so. But will humanity allow itself to be supported? I don't think our grand old U of K needs more people on the dole. His breath left clouds in the crisp fall air. She was pleased that the local radio decided to pick up their story. No sooner had he lit the end than it was snatched out of his hands by an enterprising blue tit.
Noodle stifled a giggle at the way the infuriated Satanist stomped around the tree, even giving it a few kicks. Noodle took pity on him and boosted him up far enough for him to flop onto a limb. Step by step, he precariously made his way to the bird's nest. Noodle could see the small bird flying circles around Murdoc's head, hoping to liberate its nest. Murdoc stood up to bat at the annoying feathered pest, windmilling his hands uselessly in the air.
Unfortunately, Cuban boots are not best suited to maintaining a firm grip on tree bark. Noodle's amusement turned to horror as Murdoc fell off the branch, plummeting towards the earth. The good news was that Murdoc suffered no serious injuries from his fall, beyond bruises and a concussion. The bad news was that an X-ray revealed several suspicious lumps in his lungs that turned out to be cancer.
The worst news was that the blood tests to determine whether the cancer had metathesized revealed he was suffering from hepatic, lymphatic, renal, peinal, adrenal, and cardiovascular failure. In other words, Murdoc's organs were finally giving out. It was a wonder that his body hadn't rebelled against its abusive master earlier. Murdoc's charts were an inch-and-a-half thick with the list of all the substances he had pumped into his body over the years.
Noodle stood awkwardly on the waxed linoleum floor and listened to Murdoc talking aimlessly about everything except what was important. And the bloody chaplain keeps trying to visit. I should get the door warded. Without treatment, they say you've only got a month. Are you going to try chemotherapy? Do you know what that stuff does to your hair? I'd rather leave a beautiful corpse, thank you very much. I guess I won't live to see the album come out though.
I've had lawyers in and out to get the will squared away. I want the funeral to be big and loud. Pull in all the horses, the hearses, the bagpipes.
On second thought, nix the bagpipes. Think I can get the Queen to pay a visit? I've pissed on my father's and my brother's grave, and I'll round out the collection by pissing on my own. The average produced a kind of grimace. Murdoc, Murdoc never changes. You're a big girl, you can handle yourself.
Murdoc, never the fittest of people, looked shriveled and tired in his bed. I gave them back to her at the next gig. Then she started bringing her laundry to me at every gig.
It got quite time-consuming. What advice do you have for young, aspiring pop stars?
Gorillaz: “Most pop stars are animated”
Being a pop star is cool sometimes, but not other times, like when people take photos of you going to the toilet. Learning that you need very little to get by in life: It was an enlightening experience.
The flip, I think. Or maybe the flop. Never know which is which. The point is, they belong together — the distance must be really painful. What is wrong with you, man?
That what you want? I know how you people work. I made quite a nice shredded T-shirt salad to accompany the whale blubber. Russel, on your latest adventure you grew 60 times your normal size.
If your new album, Humanz, were an iconic film, which would it be? Got to go deeper, man.