Just heard one of my diddies in an arby’s commercial!
Everyone else can suck it.
‘Cause you know, if you wanna rock ass, you RAWK in a fast food advertisement.
I would never eat their HFCS laden, taste like ass, “food” though.
Actually I totally would.
Then I’d piss out my ass.
Anyhoo, I fuckin rock and you don’t.
Also the song I wrote is the opposite of rock.
Which still tears your face off.
I’ve been operating motorized vehicles since 1986. I’m turning 40 in a few weeks. There have been a few close calls, minor accidents, and one major one that I was a passenger in. Today I finally experienced something I’d never would’ve thought. I couldn’t merge onto the interstate. There was a perfect combination of timing that gave me no option but to merge right back off the exit ramp, which was the on ramp when I started my attempt. You know those on ramps that double as an off ramp? I’m trying to explain something that is near unexplainable, but basically someone driving a dump truck decided to stay in his lane (the one I needed to merge onto) while a car ahead of me, and another behind all boxed me in an impossible position to join them on the highway. I.E. the dump truck dork allowed just enough room for the cars in front and behind me to enter in front and behind him, while giving me no option.
As I was exiting the highway I never entered, I checked to see if dufus in the dumptruck had another car on his left, thus prohibiting his potential merge to the left to allow my merger. Nope.
From above, like someone with a video camera and a helicopter, I imagine it might have been comical.
It’s not necessary for you to exacerbate your contrast with struggle in order to get it into a higher place. It is not necessary to suffer in order to give birth to desire. But when you have suffered and you have given birth to desire, so what? You’ve got a desire. Turn your attention to the desire. Think about where you’re going and never mind where you’ve been. Don’t spend any more time justifying any of that stuff
The urge within me to disrupt order is satisfied by the most dangerous boy here. He is constantly providing entertainment in the form of projectiles hurled at innocent victims. There is a parade of kids on bikes being nailed by beach balls to the head.
Like Charlie day as green man nailing sweet Dee in the head with a vollyball.
The drummer is too busy, uses an inappropriate snare tuning for the tempo, while employing splash cymbals ala 1990.
The lead singer is a girl with a vibrato.
The guitar tone sounds like an ibanez through a gorilla amp.
The bass player has a giant tone and slaps, and together with the drummer they sound like Primus playing a lame attempt at rock/pop.
You can hear the shitty room in the track.
The mix is transparent and you can hear everything clear as a bell, plus they actually use reverb on snare and vocals, so you know it was done by a burnout who probably did live sound in the 80’s and now owns his own basement studio.
When the song is done, you can’t remember it because they didn’t bother write a hook.
I can say this because I use to play in bands like this, I too did live sound in the 80’s with an SPX90, and I just heard a fantastic example this morning on the local college station.
We would never move forward in the face of negative emotion. There are many people who would teach you otherwise. They say, you’ve got to face fear to get over it. And all they do is desensitize themselves to the point that they get themselves into situations where they have no idea what’s going on, and the end of them comes rather abruptly… And then everyone calls them brave.