loonyandproud: (Off the Edge)
Campbell: Hello, Citizens! This is Campbell Bain's Headspace, and it's a special show tonight, because last show, my dear husband decided t' point out that none of the music I'm playing is actually MUSICAL. So Flynn, hen, this entire show is dedicated t' tryin' t' find out what y' think music is. This first song is cos Flynn mentioned that all songs are either about love, or war, or both. It's no exactly an oldie, but I think it makes my point.



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[ooc: Campbell thinks he is married to Flynn Rider today. And that Hanna is their son. Haha, Hanna, your dad is EMBARRASSING. ... And usually younger than you. >.>]
loonyandproud: ([Broadcasting][The Worst Shirt in the Wo)
Campbell: Hello City, and hello visitors! This is Campbell Bain's Headspace, currently the only radio show on the Network, welcoming ye all in wi' some blasts fae the past.



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[ooc: I am aware. This is the latest fourth wall post, possibly of all time. Possibly just the latest post. But here it is. I lost all inspiration for daaaays. Anything goes. If you need to meet him outside after the show, please. If you want to talk on the boards, or call in, whatever. If you don't feel like fourth walling anymore....at least you now have a playlist to listen to, orz.

Also, I have a plurk now. Let's blame that.]
loonyandproud: ([Broadcasting][The Worst Shirt in the Wo)
Campbell: Hello, and welcome t' Campbell Bain's Headspace. I'll start having a little intro bit the moment I decide what kinda show this is. At the moment, it's one where I repeat myself all over again, only in a more clever way. I just...feel like reiterating, you know, cos the fact of it never gets boring t' me. So here's me, remindin' you Citizens what happened two nights ago.



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loonyandproud: ([Fergus] Yelling)
I wasnae cursed today, or yesterday, which is kinda boring, but I suppose it's no that bad. I still have these stitches t' be gettin' on with. Anyway, it's gonna be my birthday in a week, almost, April 18th. I'm no gonna be a teenager anymore! How brilliant is that!? I hope I'm walking around properly by then.

Oh, and are the harpies gone, now? Did the riddle make sense wi' that? Or was it complete nonsense?

Do people want t' do something for my birthday, like going to a pub, maybe, that could work, or y' could just come t' my flat once I'm properly moved back in there or....I dunno, if anyone has any ideas, you can help me brainstorm!

#5 [Audio]

Jan. 25th, 2011 05:24 pm
loonyandproud: (Briefly Disillusioned)
Does anybody have a haggis on them? Or not ON them, I mean, about their person or around the house, perhaps? Or are there any other Scots here that wouldnae mind me sittin' in on their Burns Supper? It didnae...weeell, it didnae REALLY occur t' me that I couldnae just go HOME for dinner and that I'd have tae put together something myself. Boiling vegetables for mashing them isnae hard, is it? It's just putting the vegetables int' water and them boiling them, aye? ... It doesnae really matter if I cannae find a haggis. That's the really important part. ... Eddie! You remembered, did you no? You must have something.

#4 [Audio]

Jan. 23rd, 2011 10:38 pm
loonyandproud: (Rage)
I didnae think I'd ever hear a song I liked less than "Lovin' You". Or maybe it's just the way it keeps goin' forever but I'm no willing t' start playing "Lovin' You" on repeat t' check. [There's a brief pause. And then Campbell starts yelling, a bit away from the device, presumably at the song.] You cannae teach me t' be happy! I know how t' be happy! I'm an expert at being happy! You're just a useless bloody song!


[Something goes smash, (from Campbell flinging it across the room) and that's it for the recording.]

#3 [Audio]

Jan. 22nd, 2011 07:15 pm
loonyandproud: ([Broadcasting] Explaining)
[Campbell is finally starting to get over his obsession with communication via the video option on his device, but he'll never be the sort to type things out.]

Is there anyone who can teach me how t' filter bits o' posts? I know it's supposed t' be possible, but I'm no used t' computers. I didnae have one at home. A few of my mates had one, but I didnae get t' use them very often, let alone doing coding like a programmer or anythin'. I think it'd probably be somethin' useful t' know.

Oh, and was everyone loony, yesterday? It felt like the City was trying t' make me feel at home. It mostly worked, even if there wasnae anyone that I actually knew, but it was homely all the same. Was that a curse? Would that mean drugs would no of worked, cos most of you needed 'em more than I do. Suppose it's lucky that I wasnae cursed myself, though I cannae help but wonder if there were any other real loonies out there who were cursed. Or maybe some of you no were cursed and I just didnae notice. Still, I think that'd be nice. A whole City full o' loonies. Might be a bit chaotic, mind, but it'd be fun. St. Jude's but massive!

Oh, aye, I nearly forgot why I was posting in the first place. Rudy? I have the money for you that you asked for. It wasnae that hard, though I don't think I'll keep doing two jobs. I didnae really want either of them, but it cannae be helped, now, with me moved into a flat. But I only needed the money for a suit and mobile, and now I need the time for making a proper radio station. D'ye lot know there's no a station, or, no a real one, at least? How d'you go about broadcastin' ontae the Network? There's no point in doing otherwise, not when there's no real radios. But I'm no gonna let this City stand in the way of my dream. I'll just have t' start the station myself. Eddie? Are y' with me?
loonyandproud: (Anxious)
[The audio cuts in in the middle of a sentence spoken quite quickly in an enthusiastic and very Scottish male voice.]

--but I willnae keep you waitin’ any longer, so here’s th—

[A pause.]

Actually, I may have to keep you waiting just a wee bit longer, Gold Boppers, because I think I might have gone loonier than usual, being as I cannae see the studio anymore. I’ve lost my cans too, and the record and the mic and...the chair I was sitting in and it’s a very detailed hallucination, actually, cos I cannae feel or hear anything real any more either.

It’s all been replaced, though, I’ve no just gone blind and deaf and unless the nice men are already here and dragging me back to St. Jude’s I bet you’re all sitting there on the edge of your seats, wonderin’ what it is I’m seeing, or what’s gone wrong with me now, or maybe you’re just writing another angry letter to tell Radio Scotland that [He puts on a deeper, more English voice] Campbell Bain really isn’t suitable for the post and should be removed before he damages equipment that he cannae see. [He speaks normally again.] But I don’t care about you, I care about the first lot, and I can tell you all that it looks like I’m in a city square now, sitting on a park bench. Nowhere in Glasgow, I havenae seen this sort of fountain anywhere before, so I must’ve invented this one.

[Another pause.]

And I cannae feel the mic anywhere so either I’ve knocked it sideways now, or I’m no in the studio anymore and I’m talkin’ to myself in a hospital bed. ... [Quietly.] I hope they don’t sedate me. I could easily be more interestin’ than Neighbours, goin’ on like this. Well, at least as interesting. Close second. Better than Myra the Catatonic, at least.

[The feed stays on but the man doesn’t talk anymore.]

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