Tuesday, September 14
>>IF ANYONE FIST-PUMPS YOU'RE GOING TO GET SHOT IN THE FUCKING FACE
My first exposure to songwriting was making electronic music in junior high. I used (then Sonic Foundry now Sony)'s Acid music-making software that I downloaded from, like, Kazaa or something. I was all about making big synth-y/pad-y stuff. Very ethereal gay massage shit. Like ballad-Moby, but more Moby-er, which meant really fucking lame.
Yesterday I got back into it--for shits and giggles--and I see that my tastes in putting this stuff together is geared towards making really drunk bitches want to have sex with each other. That's pretty cool.
I'll only take it remotely seriously if someone wants to join. I cannot do all this sequencing shit myself. I know a few of you guys opened that option up months ago, but I'll seriously take anyone up on it now. What the fuck do we have to lose, right?
And, no, this isn't The Band. In fact, The Band is, like, polar opposite of this. If this song were a steak, my band would be Cheetos.
Maybe someone at Cadillac wants to put this in their commercial pushing their aluminum warez. "WITH ONLY 5 DAYS LEFT, YOU CAN DRIVE THE CADILLAC DOUCHEBAGMOBILE AT ONLY $499 A MONTH WITH ZERO MONEY DOWN AND ZERO PAYMENTS FOR ONE YEAR. GET IN ONE TODAY."
10 points goes to the person who can recognize that lead part. It's from a live album. Probably my favorite live album. Probably by Earth, Wind & Fire. Probably.
I'll probably regret posting this in a few months or hours. I don't care.