desperate touch & suicide squeeze.

True Facts:

tattedandnerdy:

I cannot date you if you don’t like mc chris.

^ This.

Robots killed everyone I love.

If composer Richard Wagner were a rapper, his name would probably be “Wiggity Wag.”

Just saying.

You’re welcome, society.

Maybe some faith would do me good.

I think I may have mentioned this before, but in high school I attempted to write and record music and stuff. It was awful.

Anyway I wish I could find someone (friend, significant other, whatever) who I would feel comfortable with sharing this shit with.

It’s bad. Like, horribly atrocious.

But I think I would regret drunkenly sharing it with friends.

So here’s to, someday, having someone in my life I can share this with who would not criticize me and make me feel comfortable in my own skin, having known I wrote, recorded, and mixed this music.

Maybe they’ve had the same experience (and maybe not on the level of SUCK).

Oh… yeah… so… I made an album AND an EP. Under the name mae marshmallowfruitcake, or maemmfc. Yeah. Uh.

I mean I’ll openly talk about it but…yeah. I don’t know what else to say now or how to end this. Yeah.

Your lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor.

step-up-ghetto-blaster:

Childish Gambino ft. mc chris- Tru Dudes

I can’t stop listening to this song. It doesn’t help that they’re two of my favorite people.

High school idol.

(via thedonnas)

So not too long ago I found a bunch of songs I recorded in high school, back when I was an aspiring *~*~rock star~*~* and sound mixer (like my uncle).

Needless to say, none of you will ever hear this crap EVER.

Mixing my guitar skills (which were okay in high school but that was 5 years ago and I’m far out of practice*), bass guitar (both with an electric bass and my brother’s ’90s Yamaha keyboard from my pre-bass owning days), and synth drums (also with the keyboard)… and my horrible singing voice.

And, although my mixing wasn’t horrible for an amateur, the vocals DEFINITELY needed to be louder…
…Unless this was done on purpose in order to drown out my poor singing voice**.

Oh, and the name of the first song on the album (I had an album and an EP, guise)? Muff. I don’t know why, the lyrics didn’t even have the word muff in it, but yeah. Muff. Muff. What?!

*The only song I remember how to play is Take it Off by The Donnas. I did so drunk not too long ago. It’s a shame, only because the first song I learned on guitar was Blackbird.

**My voice has improved since… but I can only sing alto and I seem to shy away from singing in front of others. I belt it out in my car, especially to classic oldies, rockabilly stuffs, The Baseballs, Imelda May, Zombina, and The Donnas.

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0:18. This is me, right now. Minus the naked man part.