Things that might succeed instrument-wise: drums, obvs, but you can also make a drum with a bunch of shit including metal tins. Berimbau? Maybe not if you don't have wood. You can make a banjo out of an oil can. But you have to really want to.
Dang, I got up my nerve and made my browser tiny and then I couldn't find the tumblr post I was thinking of so I can't link and give credit, but whoever it was (maybe not roachpatrol?) said "what's going to survive are hiphop and cradle songs." (And I think some of the milk mothers were singing to their poor doll babies).
Depending on who got apocalypsed when, someone could totally remember The Queen of Argyle! Or, like, Uptown Funk. Speaking as someone who sings to herself constantly and obnoxiously - I mean, if I got apocalypsed and survived, there would be a lot of drift in the tunes, but everyone around me would have a really weird selection of songs stuck in their heads forever.
/makes inarticulate flappy warboy-emotions hands. They all know like hundreds of hour-long songs with dozens of verses, don't they.
Well, and I bet a lot of the time that they aren't in interesting situations of dying gloriously, they're just out there driving around in the sand being bored, so they have a lot of time to work on these things. (Again, much like recent enlistees. Driving driving driving TERROR driving driving driving.)
I want to read SO MUCH Mad Max fic. And, yeah. Man. If I try to rap on AO3 maybe people will not make too much fun of me.
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Dang, I got up my nerve and made my browser tiny and then I couldn't find the tumblr post I was thinking of so I can't link and give credit, but whoever it was (maybe not roachpatrol?) said "what's going to survive are hiphop and cradle songs." (And I think some of the milk mothers were singing to their poor doll babies).
Depending on who got apocalypsed when, someone could totally remember The Queen of Argyle! Or, like, Uptown Funk. Speaking as someone who sings to herself constantly and obnoxiously - I mean, if I got apocalypsed and survived, there would be a lot of drift in the tunes, but everyone around me would have a really weird selection of songs stuck in their heads forever.
/makes inarticulate flappy warboy-emotions hands. They all know like hundreds of hour-long songs with dozens of verses, don't they.
Well, and I bet a lot of the time that they aren't in interesting situations of dying gloriously, they're just out there driving around in the sand being bored, so they have a lot of time to work on these things. (Again, much like recent enlistees. Driving driving driving TERROR driving driving driving.)
I want to read SO MUCH Mad Max fic. And, yeah. Man. If I try to rap on AO3 maybe people will not make too much fun of me.