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I got this lovely lil commission in a stream quite a while back and have been meaning to upload it to my gallery ever since. First though I wanted to write a little something for it, as a way as exploring a little more of Sinni's personality. I have finally done so! So here it is :P
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This interviewer finds himself sitting in a tiny backroom of yet another under the radar night club in the small hours of a frosty Saturday night. The pounding of thumping kick drums and throbbing bass are literally shaking the building and I’m not afraid to admit the sight of crumbling ceiling tiles ricocheting off the singular trailing light bulb that lights this dingy little room does nothing to settle my anxieties of what is to come. I’ve be fortunate enough to be granted an exclusive interview with the infmaous glitch princess Sinni Toivonen, better known by her stage persona, Sinnicism
Now usually this wouldn’t be of any concern to me, if it were not for miss Toivonen’s notoriously poor record of actually showing up for these things. The rumbling stops as the music comes to and end, instead it is replaced by a chorus of chanting muffled by the walls. They are chanting her name.
The door swings open and she strides in, halfway through the process of retuning her clothing to her top half. She just manages to pull her top back on and down over her head in time to retain her modesty. With a devious grin akin to that of a school girl caught doing something untoward she clears her throat and closes the door behind her with the pad of her footpaw.
“Fuck. I forgot you were back here”
With a spring of awkwardness in her step the feisty feline makes her way across the room and opens cooling box mounted on the rooms worktop. She takes a bottle of water and furiously removes the cap and a couple of violent twists.
“You’re the guy with the questions, right?” She asks.
I nod in reply as she takes a swig of water and then proceeds to pour the remaining contents onto he head and face. She sighs in relief. “So fucking hot…” She gasps. Seeming revitalised she pulls up a chair opposite, pirouetting it around and sitting upon it back to front. Leaning on the chairs back and resting her chin upon her forearms she tilts her head to one side.
“Well go on then. I ain’t got all day”
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Got questions? Then post them below for me and I may just get you an answer from 'Tha Glitch Monsta' herself :P
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Art:
Alishka
Sinni belongs to:
MeggersNuff
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This interviewer finds himself sitting in a tiny backroom of yet another under the radar night club in the small hours of a frosty Saturday night. The pounding of thumping kick drums and throbbing bass are literally shaking the building and I’m not afraid to admit the sight of crumbling ceiling tiles ricocheting off the singular trailing light bulb that lights this dingy little room does nothing to settle my anxieties of what is to come. I’ve be fortunate enough to be granted an exclusive interview with the infmaous glitch princess Sinni Toivonen, better known by her stage persona, Sinnicism
Now usually this wouldn’t be of any concern to me, if it were not for miss Toivonen’s notoriously poor record of actually showing up for these things. The rumbling stops as the music comes to and end, instead it is replaced by a chorus of chanting muffled by the walls. They are chanting her name.
The door swings open and she strides in, halfway through the process of retuning her clothing to her top half. She just manages to pull her top back on and down over her head in time to retain her modesty. With a devious grin akin to that of a school girl caught doing something untoward she clears her throat and closes the door behind her with the pad of her footpaw.
“Fuck. I forgot you were back here”
With a spring of awkwardness in her step the feisty feline makes her way across the room and opens cooling box mounted on the rooms worktop. She takes a bottle of water and furiously removes the cap and a couple of violent twists.
“You’re the guy with the questions, right?” She asks.
I nod in reply as she takes a swig of water and then proceeds to pour the remaining contents onto he head and face. She sighs in relief. “So fucking hot…” She gasps. Seeming revitalised she pulls up a chair opposite, pirouetting it around and sitting upon it back to front. Leaning on the chairs back and resting her chin upon her forearms she tilts her head to one side.
“Well go on then. I ain’t got all day”
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Got questions? Then post them below for me and I may just get you an answer from 'Tha Glitch Monsta' herself :P
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Art:
AlishkaSinni belongs to:
MeggersNuffCategory All / All
Species Housecat
Size 450 x 683px
File Size 145.7 kB
*sighs* Now you're asking...
I wasn't a good kid. In fact, I was a shit. I used to do a lot of things and be involved with a lot of people that were no good for me, yanno, stealing, dealing smashing stuff up just to keep ourselves entertained. It never really worked out for the best... We got caught up in some brawl about, territory or some shit, I don't even remember anymore. Something pointless though and this guy, he had to be like 7 feet of just solid mass, I mean he's like the very definition of built like a brick shit house. I must have been around 14 or 15 years old and I ain't scared of nothing so I'm all up in his face he he just complete snaps and wails on me. It was like being hit by a bus. I mean, he proper fucked me up. I was bleeding outta places I didn't even know I could bleed outta and all my so called friends just fucked off a left me there to get spat on.
So I just sat there in the middle of the street with my clothes in rags, spitting the taste of my own blood on the pavement. My face, damn my whole body felt like it was on fire. It hurt to even think. I just sat there alone for a long time just trying to build up enough strength to drag myself to my feet and I hear this sound in the distance. A real low rumble, and voices. Something drew me to it so I moved my arse towards it, limping and hobbling like some kinda cripple and I find this party going down under one of the old abandoned motorway bridges.
The music was so loud that I thought my head was gonna explode, but by fuck it felt good. I could feel it in my veins and every kick drum was in sync with my heartbeat. It sent chills run up and down my spine like nothing else before it and it opened my eyes wide. I was like I'd been walking around with a blindfold all this time. That music was what I later found out to be Glitch Hop. The very nature of Glitch Hop speaks to me, it's like, glitches are something people think are wrong, running against the very notion of normality, mistakes that need to be corrected. But no, this music embraced those glitches, actively creating them and using them to do something incredible. The music was technological rebellion and nothing had made more sense to me.
I saw people dancing, letting themselves get completely lost in the music and finding that place inside themselves where they were truly happy, like none of the shit in their lives mattered anymore. I saw the DJ up there on stage feeding off the crowd as they worshipped him like a god and I decided I wanted that. I wanted to halt the shit in peoples lives and let them forget it just for one night. So I stole myself a set of decks the next day... rest is history :P
I wasn't a good kid. In fact, I was a shit. I used to do a lot of things and be involved with a lot of people that were no good for me, yanno, stealing, dealing smashing stuff up just to keep ourselves entertained. It never really worked out for the best... We got caught up in some brawl about, territory or some shit, I don't even remember anymore. Something pointless though and this guy, he had to be like 7 feet of just solid mass, I mean he's like the very definition of built like a brick shit house. I must have been around 14 or 15 years old and I ain't scared of nothing so I'm all up in his face he he just complete snaps and wails on me. It was like being hit by a bus. I mean, he proper fucked me up. I was bleeding outta places I didn't even know I could bleed outta and all my so called friends just fucked off a left me there to get spat on.
So I just sat there in the middle of the street with my clothes in rags, spitting the taste of my own blood on the pavement. My face, damn my whole body felt like it was on fire. It hurt to even think. I just sat there alone for a long time just trying to build up enough strength to drag myself to my feet and I hear this sound in the distance. A real low rumble, and voices. Something drew me to it so I moved my arse towards it, limping and hobbling like some kinda cripple and I find this party going down under one of the old abandoned motorway bridges.
The music was so loud that I thought my head was gonna explode, but by fuck it felt good. I could feel it in my veins and every kick drum was in sync with my heartbeat. It sent chills run up and down my spine like nothing else before it and it opened my eyes wide. I was like I'd been walking around with a blindfold all this time. That music was what I later found out to be Glitch Hop. The very nature of Glitch Hop speaks to me, it's like, glitches are something people think are wrong, running against the very notion of normality, mistakes that need to be corrected. But no, this music embraced those glitches, actively creating them and using them to do something incredible. The music was technological rebellion and nothing had made more sense to me.
I saw people dancing, letting themselves get completely lost in the music and finding that place inside themselves where they were truly happy, like none of the shit in their lives mattered anymore. I saw the DJ up there on stage feeding off the crowd as they worshipped him like a god and I decided I wanted that. I wanted to halt the shit in peoples lives and let them forget it just for one night. So I stole myself a set of decks the next day... rest is history :P
So that is the your history then. It would seem you on your way from rags to riches as well. I do hope you the best of luck on your way.
Oh, and if you are interested, I know of an organization that is considering of having a concert series aboard one of their ships. Would you care to play?
Oh, and if you are interested, I know of an organization that is considering of having a concert series aboard one of their ships. Would you care to play?
Well, your lodging will be paid for and you will be compensated for your time. And it may even be your largest performance yet. The ship that you would be performing on is the pride of the INP Defense Fleet, The Solar Flare (http://inpcommander.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d4popo1). You can have your pick of where you want to perform, but some areas will be off limits. Still interested?
haha! I like you! Could you imagine that? A bunch of oldies having their bones shaken out by one of my sets? You'd have to make it like a mass funeral or something!
But, I don't think it'd work out to well. I mean, I'm not great around weepy people and what I do is all about having fun. Ain't much fun to be had when someone close to you has got themselves all dead. I mean, if they wanted one last party as some kinda send off then I suppose I could work something out, so long as everyone else was up for it. Probably steer clear of any tracks by Zomboy though... dont wanna send out the wrong message
But, I don't think it'd work out to well. I mean, I'm not great around weepy people and what I do is all about having fun. Ain't much fun to be had when someone close to you has got themselves all dead. I mean, if they wanted one last party as some kinda send off then I suppose I could work something out, so long as everyone else was up for it. Probably steer clear of any tracks by Zomboy though... dont wanna send out the wrong message
Hairspray. Lots of it.
When I wake up in the morning (read: afternoon) it looks like it's been dragged backwards through a bush. I think is is mostly 'cause I'm a pretty sketchy sleeper. I end up in all kinds of strange positions and it's quite frequent that I sleep in my head. My hair is naturally pretty curly so I have to fight it to get it to look alright. I leve a couple of curls in there because you can't fight who you are at the end of the day. Not even with hair spray!
When I wake up in the morning (read: afternoon) it looks like it's been dragged backwards through a bush. I think is is mostly 'cause I'm a pretty sketchy sleeper. I end up in all kinds of strange positions and it's quite frequent that I sleep in my head. My hair is naturally pretty curly so I have to fight it to get it to look alright. I leve a couple of curls in there because you can't fight who you are at the end of the day. Not even with hair spray!
Eww bleach. Nope, it's actually all weird and natural. If I let my hair grow really long it starts changing into blue at the ends. My hair ends up looking like a drink someone didn't stir properly.
I don't have a 'time' it's normally just when I fall over and decide it'd be better if I just stay down. Somewhere past 6am normally.
I don't have a 'time' it's normally just when I fall over and decide it'd be better if I just stay down. Somewhere past 6am normally.
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