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Annoying preamble to the begging:

Whatcha do?


Hello pilgrim. I make music and write weird funny fiction and I blog because apparently that's what the world needs more of. I have no faith this will work as a viable alternative to life.

Have you felt it lately?

We have. When you see wet leaves piled in the gutters and grey smoke spewing from the corroded tailpipes of cars you don’t know the make or model of, that's when the feeling comes on the worst. There's music and a fucked up story in every corner of every street. Beats that hammer up from a dark cellar and the crackle of vinyl at the end of a record. Bunny rabbits look at you quizzically as you nurse them in a drunken stupor at 3AM. They say, you're not my owner and this isn't your garden. You say, sing me a song you rabbit.

We've always been here, with greasepaint on our faces and our heads lolling at strange angles. We wait in the dark behind the stage curtain, our eyes blank and shiny and our tongues licking at the strips of dead skin curling from our chapped lips. We are your face as you sleep at night. We are the punchline to every joke you ever told that nobody laughed at. 

Why don’t you come down to us, and we can tell you everything we know about smeared lipstick and Halloween candy laced with cyanide and MDMA?

I feel sick and dirty all the time. I write stuff occasionally and make music constantly. Any token of appreciation is accepted with immense thanks - there are certainly better things than a few beats and shopworn stories and lukewarm takes you could spend your money on. I don't quite know what the overall goal of this project is but I hope you can help me figure it out.

I think a series of themed EPs would be a good idea. Beats to be depressed, drunk, horny, lonely or cross dressing to. I think I'll give you some of the stems I use and a few notes about how I made particular sounds and how I feel your pain, all laced with lowkey but undeniably affectionate hostility towards you, my would-be benefactor. Maybe I'll throw open the process and run a competition where you give me the weirdest sounds and samples you possibly can and I'll try to make something vaguely danceable out of it.

Why don't we saddle up partner this shaw is gonna be painful for at least one of us.  
Tiers
Pledge $1 or more per month
LOOK AT MY STEMS AND STUFF
$5 or more per month
  • I'll send you a few samples from a track of your choice with a silly note explaining how I made the sound and how you can too.
ADVANCE ACCESS TO NEW MATERIAL
$8 or more per month
  • Self-explanatory
Goals
0 of 100 patrons
Live internet DJ set/Q&A where I will play some of the hottest shit you've never heard of. There will be emoticons to express our happiness. Non-music questions only please. Ask me about horses or something.
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Annoying preamble to the begging:

Whatcha do?


Hello pilgrim. I make music and write weird funny fiction and I blog because apparently that's what the world needs more of. I have no faith this will work as a viable alternative to life.

Have you felt it lately?

We have. When you see wet leaves piled in the gutters and grey smoke spewing from the corroded tailpipes of cars you don’t know the make or model of, that's when the feeling comes on the worst. There's music and a fucked up story in every corner of every street. Beats that hammer up from a dark cellar and the crackle of vinyl at the end of a record. Bunny rabbits look at you quizzically as you nurse them in a drunken stupor at 3AM. They say, you're not my owner and this isn't your garden. You say, sing me a song you rabbit.

We've always been here, with greasepaint on our faces and our heads lolling at strange angles. We wait in the dark behind the stage curtain, our eyes blank and shiny and our tongues licking at the strips of dead skin curling from our chapped lips. We are your face as you sleep at night. We are the punchline to every joke you ever told that nobody laughed at. 

Why don’t you come down to us, and we can tell you everything we know about smeared lipstick and Halloween candy laced with cyanide and MDMA?

I feel sick and dirty all the time. I write stuff occasionally and make music constantly. Any token of appreciation is accepted with immense thanks - there are certainly better things than a few beats and shopworn stories and lukewarm takes you could spend your money on. I don't quite know what the overall goal of this project is but I hope you can help me figure it out.

I think a series of themed EPs would be a good idea. Beats to be depressed, drunk, horny, lonely or cross dressing to. I think I'll give you some of the stems I use and a few notes about how I made particular sounds and how I feel your pain, all laced with lowkey but undeniably affectionate hostility towards you, my would-be benefactor. Maybe I'll throw open the process and run a competition where you give me the weirdest sounds and samples you possibly can and I'll try to make something vaguely danceable out of it.

Why don't we saddle up partner this shaw is gonna be painful for at least one of us.  

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Tiers
Pledge $1 or more per month
LOOK AT MY STEMS AND STUFF
$5 or more per month
  • I'll send you a few samples from a track of your choice with a silly note explaining how I made the sound and how you can too.
ADVANCE ACCESS TO NEW MATERIAL
$8 or more per month
  • Self-explanatory