Placing my hand around the rim of the ice-cold glass of bourbon, I looked out the tall, gaping, black windows of the Colorado Lounge. Even the snowstorm which was rapidly growing more wicked with each slash of wind; wasn't comparable to the cool satisfaction of the liquor going down my throat. I looked back at my typewriter - work unfinished, repetitive phrases, and months of writer's block lingering at my own being. The ash tray, with my cigarette still burning away as small clouds of smoke infiltrated the air. I wasn't sure of where to pick up my writing next. That was, until I heard a faint sound in the distance. It seemed to be a classic melody of the early 1930's or twenties. The sound of its source, echoing on and on throughout the lengthy and confusing maze-like walls of the Overlook's interior. The man's voice seemed tired and slow, as if he were a drunken partygoer who spent his night strolling around doing things a normal Casanova would. Arising to my feet, I walked to the Gold Ballroom - which just so happened to be where my pity party took place. [Recent addon] Upon entering the soaked in golden, glittering facade of the ballroom, I took special notice of the lonely man shifting his gaze from his freshly poured bottle of bourbon and onto me. He stood behind a dark mahogany bar, bottles of liquor put on display behind him as if they were limited edition. Presumably, he looked to be around my age, an older man nearing his fifties but wearing a crimson red suit, his hair slicked back. Shockingly as I neared him, his appearance seemed nothing of any importance and yet I had been so intoxicated by his mere presence. Something of an unworldly and ungodly aura beamed from his very body. Though, I could blame the alcohol for this feeling. But it had occurred to me then, that he and I were the only men in the large and empty ballroom. At the time I dared not to question it, as I had begun hearing strange little voices nagging at the back of the room. But there was no source to the sound. Taken away blissfully from the red-hot temptation that liquor brought to me, it overshadowed and conquered my good judgment- if there was any left in me, of course. Puffing out a gray cloud of smoke from my cigar, I reluctantly sat before the man. Not an ounce of fear or curiosity to his arrival in the back of my mind. Looking back on it, I don't exactly remember being able to even decide. Control was something I’d never been granted to in life, and this moment might have been my one and only testimony. “Good evening, Mr. Torrance.” A shrill, and rough voice had spoken up before me. When he spoke, he had such an unpleasant croak at the back of his throat, as if he needed to clear it. As much as I can recall everything that happened prior to our meeting, I have no recollection of his words, his intentions, or if he even _was_ .
okay that was technically the entire movie in a nut shell, you NEED to become a author of books, you have , great vocabulary, great story structure, and the story is not misleading, i feel like Jack torrence wrote this before going crazy. outstanding job A+
@@StaroftheSea_May Thank you very much! I am quite touched by your comment. I'm an amateur by all means and would love to write something lengthy, perhaps even a full story someday. Thank you for your great words of encouragement!
in early '80s Detroit a small FM station had a program called _Big Band Beat_ whose host sometimes accidentally played records with the pitch knob way down. this is more or less what it sounded like, given that the records were Lps of 78 era material that often had added echo.
The windows glimmered the uneasy tune whilst my heart paced as i twisted my neck in a new direction towards the typewriter i heard a tune, a chiming tune. It calmed me. However, the monsters didn't agree Poor me I walked towards the old fasioned music player to listen to a new life...
There’s a track in a caretaker album that samples this song and has the same name though it’s a lot more distorted than this th-cam.com/video/4eFUwyqsdzc/w-d-xo.html
Very nicely done in terms of slowing down an oldies song if I might say!! Sounds eve more disturbing as Hades if I might say. And really gives off the feeling of playing this on a busted up radio that's long past it's prime. Not much more needs to be said. God bless and have a nice day. And Happy Belated Halloween.
This song would be perfect for Everywhere at the end of time. Last music of stage one : You forgive your ennemies cause you know that you will forget them in less than 1 year.
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Placing my hand around the rim of the ice-cold glass of bourbon, I looked out the tall, gaping, black windows of the Colorado Lounge. Even the snowstorm which was rapidly growing more wicked with each slash of wind; wasn't comparable to the cool satisfaction of the liquor going down my throat. I looked back at my typewriter - work unfinished, repetitive phrases, and months of writer's block lingering at my own being. The ash tray, with my cigarette still burning away as small clouds of smoke infiltrated the air. I wasn't sure of where to pick up my writing next. That was, until I heard a faint sound in the distance. It seemed to be a classic melody of the early 1930's or twenties. The sound of its source, echoing on and on throughout the lengthy and confusing maze-like walls of the Overlook's interior. The man's voice seemed tired and slow, as if he were a drunken partygoer who spent his night strolling around doing things a normal Casanova would. Arising to my feet, I walked to the Gold Ballroom - which just so happened to be where my pity party took place.
[Recent addon]
Upon entering the soaked in golden, glittering facade of the ballroom, I took special notice of the lonely man shifting his gaze from his freshly poured bottle of bourbon and onto me. He stood behind a dark mahogany bar, bottles of liquor put on display behind him as if they were limited edition. Presumably, he looked to be around my age, an older man nearing his fifties but wearing a crimson red suit, his hair slicked back. Shockingly as I neared him, his appearance seemed nothing of any importance and yet I had been so intoxicated by his mere presence. Something of an unworldly and ungodly aura beamed from his very body. Though, I could blame the alcohol for this feeling. But it had occurred to me then, that he and I were the only men in the large and empty ballroom. At the time I dared not to question it, as I had begun hearing strange little voices nagging at the back of the room. But there was no source to the sound.
Taken away blissfully from the red-hot temptation that liquor brought to me, it overshadowed and conquered my good judgment- if there was any left in me, of course. Puffing out a gray cloud of smoke from my cigar, I reluctantly sat before the man. Not an ounce of fear or curiosity to his arrival in the back of my mind. Looking back on it, I don't exactly remember being able to even decide. Control was something I’d never been granted to in life, and this moment might have been my one and only testimony.
“Good evening, Mr. Torrance.” A shrill, and rough voice had spoken up before me. When he spoke, he had such an unpleasant croak at the back of his throat, as if he needed to clear it. As much as I can recall everything that happened prior to our meeting, I have no recollection of his words, his intentions, or if he even _was_ .
Dont be shy become an author 🥺🥺🥺
You just took the shining and perfectly described what it feels like to watch the shining, with brief but amazing detail. You should become an author
okay that was technically the entire movie in a nut shell, you NEED to become a author of books, you have , great vocabulary, great story structure, and the story is not misleading, i feel like Jack torrence wrote this before going crazy. outstanding job A+
Wow
@@StaroftheSea_May Thank you very much! I am quite touched by your comment. I'm an amateur by all means and would love to write something lengthy, perhaps even a full story someday. Thank you for your great words of encouragement!
Always loved the shinings soundtrack...thats how i found the caretaker in the first place
I found the caretaker through eateot
Same❤❤❤
I found the caretaker through the smiles family and the walten files if anyone's curious
"Lloyd...you keep setting them up, I'll keep knocking them back!"
Midnight stars and you your eyes held a missing candle saying I surrender all my love to you!
So delicately tragic.
Anything you say Lloyd, anything you say.
Wendy, light of my life.
I‘m not gonna hurt you..
@@rottein you didn't let me finish my sentence.
I’m not gonna hurt you…
You are the caretaker, You always have been.
in early '80s Detroit a small FM station had a program called _Big Band Beat_ whose host sometimes accidentally played records with the pitch knob way down. this is more or less what it sounded like, given that the records were Lps of 78 era material that often had added echo.
I love this..
The windows glimmered the uneasy tune whilst my heart paced as i twisted my neck in a new direction towards the typewriter i heard a tune, a chiming tune. It calmed me. However, the monsters didn't agree
Poor me
I walked towards the old fasioned music player to listen to a new life...
Reply to this if u want more stories like this one (you pick what I make it off)
Pretty nice. It shivers me.
May I use this in my Caretaker fan album?
Yes you can use it,
but it would be better to give credit
you cant just slow it down yourself?
The Caretaker has already used this track lol
@@Molten546 yea why not
@@PartyRockerOGwhich track?
Sounds like The Caretaker, it's so nice.
it rlly does, I like it a lot
@@wiltedcordypetals me too
There’s a track in a caretaker album that samples this song and has the same name though it’s a lot more distorted than this th-cam.com/video/4eFUwyqsdzc/w-d-xo.html
Yup
sounds like the Shining
i Always keep peace in my hands...
Very nicely done in terms of slowing down an oldies song if I might say!!
Sounds eve more disturbing as Hades if I might say. And really gives off the feeling of playing this on a busted up radio that's long past it's prime.
Not much more needs to be said. God bless and have a nice day. And Happy Belated Halloween.
this is from 1934. that's not oldies, it's deadies.
Sounds like something in ATGMOATLY
This song would be perfect for Everywhere at the end of time.
Last music of stage one : You forgive your ennemies cause you know that you will forget them in less than 1 year.
The caretaker covered this a lot ago
*Caretaker knocking the door*
To my love,💕
The Caretaker tier track
When the caretaker is sus:
White man's burden, Lloyd, white man's burden...
I don’t know why he keeps removing my comments all I said was that you can get around TH-cam’s copyright rules by altering a song
what ever pain you're going through. just dont take a job as a caretaker at a large hotel.
The Nurpo (me)
he whispers to the deaf,
sus