Ichimatsu: The “birthday”/”final round” ad campaign
Choromatsu: “Post your on-air impressions of what the last episode will be” (which so far has turned into fans posting fake spoilers and what-ifs for 25, wishes for season 3, movie, etc. in hashtag おそ松さん最終回エア感想 ).
There was another article saying event #4 would be stuff to do with the games, and there do seem to be announcements for them but that isn’t the major priority on this page.
The last two events are not yet unveiled. I remember someone put out a theory that the symbols on each event
background have some relation to what they’ll be. Let’s see… Todomatsu: There are those who noted the electric bolt could be for phone charge. It’s phone-related.
Jyushimatsu “?” for quiz.
Ichimatsu: “play” button for video. Choromatsu: clouds= ?. But Avex’s page for it, I guess you could say is like a “cloud”-type storage for tweets in the hashtag.
Karamatsu: it is a caret/^ symbol…
Osomatsu: Two arrows, one pointing left and the other right.
Well now, let’s not get too deep into this thing.
Someone has suggested to me, based off their own findings from Twitter, these possibilities for Kara and Oso:
Kara= “unpredictable” (?)
Oso= “repeat”; a rebroadcasting of s2, or announcement of season 3 or some other project.
That’s only theories of that symbol, please don’t go running with this and saying “awyeahoso said the show is still alive!”. There are a lot of fans still wishing hard and thinking optimistically for the future on one end of Twitter, but it’s fair to say right now we must simply wait things out and see what exactly happens. Brace for the worst if you will and prepare yourself to let go if you must, but don’t let this fuel any behavior against other fans.
I’m sure the production committee people must be getting some form of amusement out of this, whatever the case, since they’ve put up quite the social media campaign and are actively encouraging fans for that finale hashtag.
Everything you’re hearing at the moment is currently speculation so unless it’s coming out of the mouths of a member from Studio Pierrot themselves, take it with a grain of salt. Studio is somewhat setting it up to seem like it’s the end, but the term ‘red herring’ exists for a reason. They’ve duped us more than once. So until they outright say it’s the end – we have no idea if it is or isn’t, dear. :>
i keep seeing a lotta people upset that the last episode is coming up and that mondays wont be worth waking up to anymore. i get it my guys.
but your monday can still be worth it. your boys are never gonna disappear and theres loads of content out there for you to discover, to stay entertained and happy with. every day can be a matsu monday, if you wanted.
the boys wont let you forget about them, not once youve seen into the depths of hell. so just remember that the show might end for now, but theres plenty thats going to be beginning
The video drops with no advertisements. No announcements. Nothing. The video is simply posted with no comment whatsoever.
It’s that time of year again. Not just for the end of the season in another plane, but for the slew of sakura-themed, melancholy pop songs to come around just in time for graduation. These boys still feel so unsure when it comes to subdued numbers, about as unsure as that other group of Matsunos are with parting.
This song is for as much for them as it is for the graduating high schoolers bidding each other farewell.
The video shows the six in a large, dark colored recording space, their chairs, stands, and microphones arranged in a circle. Cherry blossoms are scattered across the floor, a few still falling from the ceiling.
((Let it never be said that Choroko doesn’t work fast! Take Momoiro Clover’s Kimiyuki, swap the romantic for platonic, swap the white snow for cherry blossoms, and you’ve turned a Christmas Missing You song into a suitable Sakura Season jam, which is why I tried to leave the meaning of each verse as close to the original as possible.))
It’s a song of longing, with a glimmer of hope that they hope stays steady. People have been parted, but they’ll see each other again. These six aren’t just singing it, they’re feeling it. The possibilities have been laid out before them, and it hurts to think about. They themselves don’t even know what’s ahead for those other versions of them.
Choromatsu mostly glances between his lyrics and the microphone itself, hands shaking as he holds the paper, but he does hesitantly look at the others for just a moment each. He recalls a place where he and some particular others used to meet. He knows that, as he walks past, they won’t be there, but he can still remember it with a smile.
Karamatsu still feels compelled to run to them. He knows it’s futile, he knows it isn’t smart, but he misses them so bad it hurts. He’s running, and he feels so close. His voice is thick with emotion as he starts out looking at the others, ending the verse balling his fists and squeezing his eyes shut so he won’t crack.
When his turn comes, Todomatsu isn’t as unshakable. He’s the first to break, and the tears roll down his cheeks as he mentions that he’s not near those people he cares about, but the pictures he has of them will need to do. The memories of the fun they all had help him to stay happy. It’s hard, but he does his best.
Ichimatsu’s got his eyes aimed at the floor, visibly glassy with tears, hand holding Jyuushimatsu’s sleeve. These people made his heart feel full, and made every day something to look forward to. Just the thought of them gives him the power to carry on. He doesn’t want it to go away, but it’s a bit late to change that.
Jyuushimatsu wipes away the tears running down his face like waterfalls with his free sleeves, catching a breath during the instrumental so he can handle his solo verse. He wants to be able to meet again with a smile. He never thought of a future alone, and wants whatever fate or destiny he has to include the people he cares about.
Osomatsu wants them by his side again, now if not sooner. He’s unable to look them in the eyes when he’s this vulnerable, so he simply looks upwards at nothing. He can’t stand being alone. He holds onto the warmth they brought into his life, as if doing so will make everything as it used to be. This can’t be how it’s supposed to be, can it?
This season piles up memories and longing like cherry blossoms, and looking at them fall all alone hurts when you’re alone. Someday, they’ll be back together to watch it all through a less painful lens. It’s only a matter of time.
The six stand from their chairs, and walk their separate ways.
((I’m thinking of doing color coded lyric sheets like this for more songs, because I always think about how the lines are divvied up. What do you guys think?))
((reblog for the not 1 am crowd))
The video drops with no advertisements. No announcements. Nothing. The video is simply posted with no comment whatsoever.
It’s that time of year again. Not just for the end of the season in another plane, but for the slew of sakura-themed, melancholy pop songs to come around just in time for graduation. These boys still feel so unsure when it comes to subdued numbers, about as unsure as that other group of Matsunos are with parting.
This song is for as much for them as it is for the graduating high schoolers bidding each other farewell.
The video shows the six in a large, dark colored recording space, their chairs, stands, and microphones arranged in a circle. Cherry blossoms are scattered across the floor, a few still falling from the ceiling.
((Let it never be said that Choroko doesn’t work fast! Take Momoiro Clover’s Kimiyuki, swap the romantic for platonic, swap the white snow for cherry blossoms, and you’ve turned a Christmas Missing You song into a suitable Sakura Season jam, which is why I tried to leave the meaning of each verse as close to the original as possible.))
It’s a song of longing, with a glimmer of hope that they hope stays steady. People have been parted, but they’ll see each other again. These six aren’t just singing it, they’re feeling it. The possibilities have been laid out before them, and it hurts to think about. They themselves don’t even know what’s ahead for those other versions of them.
Choromatsu mostly glances between his lyrics and the microphone itself, hands shaking as he holds the paper, but he does hesitantly look at the others for just a moment each. He recalls a place where he and some particular others used to meet. He knows that, as he walks past, they won’t be there, but he can still remember it with a smile.
Karamatsu still feels compelled to run to them. He knows it’s futile, he knows it isn’t smart, but he misses them so bad it hurts. He’s running, and he feels so close. His voice is thick with emotion as he starts out looking at the others, ending the verse balling his fists and squeezing his eyes shut so he won’t crack.
When his turn comes, Todomatsu isn’t as unshakable. He’s the first to break, and the tears roll down his cheeks as he mentions that he’s not near those people he cares about, but the pictures he has of them will need to do. The memories of the fun they all had help him to stay happy. It’s hard, but he does his best.
Ichimatsu’s got his eyes aimed at the floor, visibly glassy with tears, hand holding Jyuushimatsu’s sleeve. These people made his heart feel full, and made every day something to look forward to. Just the thought of them gives him the power to carry on. He doesn’t want it to go away, but it’s a bit late to change that.
Jyuushimatsu wipes away the tears running down his face like waterfalls with his free sleeves, catching a breath during the instrumental so he can handle his solo verse. He wants to be able to meet again with a smile. He never thought of a future alone, and wants whatever fate or destiny he has to include the people he cares about.
Osomatsu wants them by his side again, now if not sooner. He’s unable to look them in the eyes when he’s this vulnerable, so he simply looks upwards at nothing. He can’t stand being alone. He holds onto the warmth they brought into his life, as if doing so will make everything as it used to be. This can’t be how it’s supposed to be, can it?
This season piles up memories and longing like cherry blossoms, and looking at them fall all alone hurts when you’re alone. Someday, they’ll be back together to watch it all through a less painful lens. It’s only a matter of time.
The six stand from their chairs, and walk their separate ways.
((I’m thinking of doing color coded lyric sheets like this for more songs, because I always think about how the lines are divvied up. What do you guys think?))
Usually, Karamatsu and Totty are the ones recording songs in this parking garage. Little ditties playing with the acoustics of the building, posted to social media on a whim just to show off. Occasionally, Ichimatsu or Jyuushimatsu will join, but up until now, Choromatsu and Osomatsu haven’t joined in.
The camera is propped up, lens facing the almost vacant concrete chamber. Osomatsu speaks up. “Sorry if this gets weird or awkward, I haven’t done this before! But I’ll do my best.” He sounds genuinely nervous, poor thing.
“I heard that, um. Another version of me is going through some serious changes, and after making sure that it was just right for the whole, uh, situation, I kinda feel like… like maybe this’ll be comforting? Or it’ll just be stupid, I dunno, usually stupid is my strong suit. Anyways, um. This week’s garage jam is mine.”
He laughs a little breathlessly, “Kara, let’s do this before I chicken out. Don’t tease me if I flub this up, ok?“
Karamatsu seems cautious and quiet from what we hear; he doesn’t say anything, he just… plays, quietly strumming at his guitar, trying not to overpower Osomatsu. This was important.
This rendition of Landslide is the closest thing to self-reflection that he’s ever publicly done.
Even when things are sentimental and emotional, he would always find some way to joke with the crowd and not take it too seriously, but. No wisecracks between sentences, no jabs at his own pronunciation, not even a pause between verses to chide himself for picking such a downer. No, no, Osomatsu is strangely solemn. It’s more than just his improvement as a singer being showcased, it’s a rare instance of Osomatsu taking something completely serious. It’s alarming.
He usually so lax and playful Osomatsu sounds almost timid when he gets to the lines that hurt most– tides changing, growing and maturing, “I’ve been afraid of changing, ‘cause I built my life around you,” admitting to the passage of time and how much things have changed.
There’s no threat of tears, but you can hear how this affects him, how hard he’s been hit by the news of this other him making such a big leap in his life.
The large, mostly empty room, save for one red car parked against the far wall, echoes with the final lines of the song.
With a quiet “Thank you. Hang in there, ok? For all of us,” the video stops.
((bless @floofybabybirb for making me realize Oso+this song hurts))
i wanted to crank out this mbmbam reference and i realized this week gave me the perfect opportuity
The music video, despite having Karamatsu at the heart of it, is surprisingly low on sequins and glitter. The sets do twinkle– with sunlight or chandeliers or love in the air– but it’s fairly spangle free as far as the clothes go. Strange, but still nice.
This tune may be a bit more low-key than standard F6 fare, but these bowlcut boys aren’t any less energetic than usual. Though he isn’t the center of attention in the song itself, the staff noticed that Jyuushimatsu featuring prominently in the choreography seems to make their sales a smidge higher, so he’s right in front with his brother in blue as it all begins.
Their dance switches locations every time a brother is given his own highlights, cycling through with as much ease as they do when their universe is transformed into another. Thankfully, Ichimatsu’s leg was much better by the time the dance shots came around, but there are some segments of the choreography made so he wouldn’t put as much weight on it as the other, just in case.
And, because I planned this in mid-January, and then a 💙certain someone💙 got engaged, I feel that I should tag the lovely @thebardisabird in the song where her faves feature this big. Congratulations again! I wish you and your beloved all the best for a long time to come. ❤💙💚💜💛💖))
This song is a sentimental trip through an important day. It’s ambiguous about if it’s the day of a wedding, an engagement, or simply getting up the nerve to ask someone out, but these six aren’t the sort to do anything half-heartedly. All of these are as important as life itself.
As the verses carry along, through Choromatsu, Ichimatsu, and Osomatsu, the mood is tense but high. Everything has been planned, meticulously practiced in the mirror, and every possible bad route has been imagined, but they’re still walking forward. The museum floors, polished to a shine, carry the brothers’ feet along the floor as Choromatsu comes to the forefront. Ichimatsu is content to stay in the middle, a soft breeze rustling the flowers just coming into bloom, purple pink and white, tucked behind their ears and in their buttonholes.
Osomatsu seems to nearly take the lead with an omamori in hand, the grass just coming back in the early spring sunlight. The steps carry him to the front, which he accepts with his usual smile until he hops through the formation and into the back, Karamatsu taking his place, claiming the solo sections of the chorus as his own with very few interjections. He’s assured that things will go perfectly: fate has been kind enough to bring you to him, what better good luck charm could he get? There’s nothing but comfort in your eyes, and he won’t look away.
Todomatsu reflects on how lovely the sky looks today; the first clear day in a while, the sun burning as bright as you do. He happily walks down one side, a bundle of pink flowers in hand, the others with smaller arrangements in theirs, a few clusters of vivid color in a neutral-toned, glittering ballroom. The same glimmers shine off of the sea as Jyuushimatsu skips through the pale sand, the brothers close behind with their pants rolled up and jackets flung over their shoulders or tucked under their arms. He’s positive, sure that things will be going smoothly. His heart feels perfectly warm, as it always does around you!
Karamatsu claims a proper verse, everything lit up in blue and gold in his chapel, reminding himself just who’s stuck around through thick and thin. Whether today’s good or bad, you’ll still be there at the end of it. All that remains is for him to gather his nerve and do it already.
The chorus is split between the remaining brothers this time, Jyuushimatsu sticking up front as the others split the same comforting words, about your presence being its own good luck charm. The yellow brother nabs the bridge for himself, bashfully declaring that you’ve filled his heart so much it almost hurts!
As the dance break plays out, we finally see the all white setting as the boys are changed into bright, jeweltone jackets and dark slacks. Strands of beads and pearls in cream and clear hang from above, pristine waters beneath their feet, just enough to splash in a pretty way when everything gets intense. As Karamatsu gets a much deserved showstopper note, Ichimatsu steals a chunk of the chorus for himself while Kara catches his breath, happily retreating to the rear as Karamatsu emerges up front, sunglasses shoved in his pocket in exchange for the blue velvet ring box in his hand. He swears one more time that he won’t look away, and the song concludes with him on one knee, smiling as his hands shakily move to open the box.
The scene cuts away to some brief panning shots over six color coded, heart shaped boxes holding some surprisingly affordable not-diamond not-quite-wedding rings, each lovingly nestled atop matching gingham vests and solid colored ties. In each shot, right by each ring is a memento: a little postcard of a painting, a few pressed flowers, a red patterned omamori, a string of crystalline beads, a seashell, and a heart-eyed skull pendant on a golden chain.
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