What Would Lieutenant Ripley Do?

this is an old one, not indicative of recent posts.  I had stopped making music until this one, which I am too lazy to fix; will soon, the vocals especially, since I sang as a reminder, not as final product.  everything you’ve heard has come after this.  the guitar was sampled from an even older song; at this point I should rerecord the whole thing / in a parked celica I feel tired / with the tires turned toward the curb on the hill / we were southbound on the 5 there was a fire burning / they say shooter among the dead / in a white celica thinking about the word / there’s a girl in a tub with no arms and no legs / we’re on a slow drive to the place a quiet ride to erase all the pictures of someone else / and it’s a golden age I feel the shape of a crooked face / splitting our alleles / we were westbound on the 10 looking for the white cells / we were waiting for our friends oh it’s funny isn’t it / ??? / you coming back you change your mind

this is from three years ago, recorded into my phone.  added some reverb later on.  gets loud near the end: warning.  nothing new to share this week (well, nothing finished).  take care everyone. 

bored / frustrated with ‘proper’ songs / this to pass the time

Operation Underwater Happy B. Day Wishes: COMPLETE HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRINDY! *The wild rolts-eve fled!*

ilubb!!!  it's adorable!

(I will clean it up and make it downloadable if anyone is interested, let me know) wanted to try something standard, something casual / among incessant clicking of making the track, accidentally left DAW window and clicked on “another future” (an earlier post) in music player at exact spot you hear in this song / sounded good, built song around it, fulfilling prediction from that earlier post that something like this would happen

http://www.rolt-comic.com/page/3

Even if they aren’t brown marmorated stink bugs, these shield-shaped little fuckers are annoying. When they aren’t destroying crops or being a pain in the ass, they tirelessly work their way into your home, bounce around your lights or your skull for a few hours, then die somewhere they are inconvenient to get to—like inside computer towers or within light fixture shades. FUCK THESE THINGS.

Tea for Who, Wax and Tea, 2013, Nicole Davenport

I am dying

Thrandy the Piemaker, in all his frilly fluttery fabulous-ness.  (Ref to Lee Pace’s chara from Pushing Daisies for the uneducated. Adorable and whimsical series. Go watch.)

friends with working ears and decent headphones/earbuds, tell me if it’s too muddled / ears can’t really hear anything these days / had different versions of the vocals, still trying to figure that out, nothing set in stone, all sound like vowels droning on to me / looking to play some guitar on it, probably more samples of other things as well / pratfall / a room of doors / we are all afraid of the word of mouth / blackbox it blocked our houses / bombed out benzes / covered eyes / and our beds stayed sad and obsessed / we’re all afraid to leave the house / covered eyes during horror films / sometimes I’m who I thought up

I don't think it sounds muddled at all, it just blends together into this perfect dreaminess

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Top Ten Favorite Riffs (in no particular order) | Wizard of Oz | 08/10

SOMEBODY EXPLAIN THIS PLEASE

Continuation here (without subs)

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