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hello!! sorry to bother, but i remember you having done an amazing little animatic of the psiioniic hallucinating signless and co., set to a mumford and sons song– do you happen to remember it or have it anywhere, or was it lost to the blog deletion? (if that wasn't by you, feel free to ignore this!)
This entirely fucks and also Banjo there has some impressive breath control, given he had to basically speed up and string together a lot of what in the original was spaced out to give the lead singer time to, you know, inhale.
My mom just told me a story about my childhood that I didn’t remember, and it sounds like it came right out of some ADHD character’s backstory in a young adult novel:
When I was in 1st grade and we were learning to read, I was in the “Gifted and Talented” program, so we were given 3rd-5th grade words to learn instead of 1st grade like the rest of the class. But I got bored with those. So APPARENTLY my teacher made a special curriculum for me where she’d give me 100 (one HUNDRED) words to learn PER WEEK that were middle-school level or higher, and at the end of each week I had to read them all for the class. (Which, gosh that poor class… I must’ve loved getting to talk for so long though)
One day, I was practicing reading the words out loud for my mom. She was doing stuff around the house, so I followed behind her reading my list of words. She says I was happily rattling them off with perfect diction and pronunciation.
That is… up until she stopped working. She was done with chores, so she sat down. I sat down, too. Suddenly, I struggled to read the words. I was stuttering and uncertain, visibly stressing out and getting frustrated, shaking, on the verge of tears. My mom noticed this, and told me to kick my legs. I started swinging my legs back and forth in my chair, and boom. I could read again.
She told me this story on the phone today because I mentioned how fidgeting/stimming actually helps me pay attention more than sitting still does.
I was 6 years old in that story. I was diagnosed with ADHD at age 8. And my parents thought the psychiatrists made a mistake. Because I was “too smart” to have ADHD. “You don’t really ‘have’ ADHD,” they said to me. “No one does. All it means is you’re being lazy and disruptive.”
Is this not like… the ultimate poster child ADHD story??? How did they not believe the doctors????
TL;DR (because it’s an ADHD post):
1st grade, I was too bored learning 10 words a week, so the teacher assigned me 100 a week instead and that worked.
6 year old me: “I can’t read.” *Kicks leggies* “oh nvm I can read again.”
A lot of cool guitarists in this video. You’ve got Tom Morello, Scott Ian of Anthrax, Nuno Bettencourt of Extreme.
Oh, and Brad Paisley?
He kinda waltzes in wearing his laundry day clothes with his flowery guitar. He casually sits next to virtuoso lead guitarists…
AND OUTSHREDS THEM ALL LIKE A SLEEPER BADASS.
Turns out Brad is a fantastic guitarist and I guess a lot of his skill is not often allowed to really shine in his country tunes. But in this concert video he plays a bunch of classic guitar riffs FROM MEMORY and probably a bit by ear, including Van Halen. His crowd is a bit confused, and the audio isn’t great, but it’s an impressive display.
