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Wow, one of your mixes is doing swell in the ratings! But remember, Bob Dole did 'swell' in the primaries...
awarded on 2007-06-29
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187 posts
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I'm going to do a track-by-track description in an attempt to save face. I wouldn't listen to this stuff more than once - most of the "music" I create is recorded very late in the evening, when I am home with nothing to do and everyone else is asleep. The titles were added as an afterthought, don't think I'm trying to be clever. When I write, you know, real songs, I record them onto a Walgreens Sing-A-Long Cassette Player / Recorder (with TWO microphones!) and lock them away so no one can hear them. Alright, here we go:
Turn Your Head And Cough:
This is the stuff I write when I'm hanging out with other like-minded individuals. It's a cough, a note cluster on a distorted Casiotone, and then an F natural. Usually I write these types of songs with a kid I know, Eric Hyman, we've got a great song called "Marcellus Wallace Looks Like A Bitch," you should check us out live sometime.
Clinical Depression Is Not Something To Joke About:
I recorded this because I could not figure out why my amplifier was acting all janky-like. I still can't.
Woman, Bring The Child!:
This was originally an experiment with my Casiotone (at the time of this recording, it was newly acquired) - it's an MT-35 if you're into that kind of technical thing. The guitar nooding is awfully unnecessary, not very good, maybe I'm getting into self-deprecation, but let's put it this way: this isn't good.
8½ Cats (Woman, Bring the Child!: Revisited):
Experimental music gets the best of me sometimes. This is in dedication to my Italian teacher, who really did kill 8½ Cats back in her home country. This song matches her personality, except she can get a lot more angry.
Flamboastin' Ain't Easy:
This is the only track I would recommend listening to. I enjoy using the 'reverse' function on my computer's "freeware" sound recorder. You can tell.
The God Damned Flight of the Mother Fucking Bumble Bee:
This was written and recorded to go at the end of a mixtape I'm making right now, sort of a "thank you" for listening all of the way through. I'm going to level with the Mixtape Collective and say that while I have the ability to play the first string of notes, I played it slowly and then sped it up because it sounded a lot cleaner. I'm sorry. Sue me for sucking.
The end.
I hope you don't enjoy it.
I'm going to do a track-by-track description in an attempt to save face. I wouldn't listen to this stuff more than once - most of the "music" I create is recorded very late in the evening, when I am home with nothing to do and everyone else is asleep. The titles were added as an afterthought, don't think I'm trying to be clever. When I write, you know, real songs, I record them onto a Walgreens Sing-A-Long Cassette Player / Recorder (with TWO microphones!) and lock them away so no one can hear them. Alright, here we go:
Turn Your Head And Cough:
This is the stuff I write when I'm hanging out with other like-minded individuals. It's a cough, a note cluster on a distorted Casiotone, and then an F natural. Usually I write these types of songs with a kid I know, Eric Hyman, we've got a great song called "Marcellus Wallace Looks Like A Bitch," you should check us out live sometime.
Clinical Depression Is Not Something To Joke About:
I recorded this because I could not figure out why my amplifier was acting all janky-like. I still can't.
Woman, Bring The Child!:
This was originally an experiment with my Casiotone (at the time of this recording, it was newly acquired) - it's an MT-35 if you're into that kind of technical thing. The guitar nooding is awfully unnecessary, not very good, maybe I'm getting into self-deprecation, but let's put it this way: this isn't good.
8½ Cats (Woman, Bring the Child!: Revisited):
Experimental music gets the best of me sometimes. This is in dedication to my Italian teacher, who really did kill 8½ Cats back in her home country. This song matches her personality, except she can get a lot more angry.
Flamboastin' Ain't Easy:
This is the only track I would recommend listening to. I enjoy using the 'reverse' function on my computer's "freeware" sound recorder. You can tell.
The God Damned Flight of the Mother Fucking Bumble Bee:
This was written and recorded to go at the end of a mixtape I'm making right now, sort of a "thank you" for listening all of the way through. I'm going to level with the Mixtape Collective and say that while I have the ability to play the first string of notes, I played it slowly and then sped it up because it sounded a lot cleaner. I'm sorry. Sue me for sucking.
The end.
I hope you don't enjoy it.
6/14/07 4:31pm
