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Hey! I'm Megaaan^.^= Subscribe to Mine and Craigs website: http://meganandcraig.webs.com/
One of my main things that I love to do, is sing. I also love drawing and designing things! My main inspirations on music is; Blood On The Dance Floor, Demi Lovato, Jeffree Star, and musicals like Rock Of Ages, High School Musical and Hairspray. 
Me and My friend Craig are performing an acoustic set at Findhorn Village Centre, Moray, Scotland, UK on the 24th August, on a Saturday 2013! If you are a local and wanting to come down:) Come <3 Meet us and we will perform on a stage. Hope you guys can come:) 
Thank You for all the support and all the follows so far:) Singing is my dream and I'd love for you guys to make this happen for me :) 

Our new record, The Bad News Bears EP, is out now! "Like Social Distortion doped up on morphine," A Paper Tugboat is the project of singer/songwriter Michiel Consindine and a rotating cast of characters based out of Connecticut. 


From Bergamo, Italy

Only loud, mean Original Alternative Hard Rock

Define us as you like... 
Just give us a listen, we won't fail you.

Dan - guitar, piano/synths, programming, vocals

Eric- guitar, programming, vocals, bass guitar

Stoney - Drums

Well rolled burritos.  Planet earth.  Harbor runs.  Black hair and blue eyes.  Swedish fish.  Insecurities and vulnerabilities.  Club funt.  Shotgun.  So random.  Crisp suits.  Freshly fallen snow.  “are you going to finish that?”  people acting like animals and animals acting like people.  Fuzz.  Scented candles.  “he’s creepy”.   Asses.  Spinal chords.  Flocks of birds. after glow.  Lots of ice in our water.  “I’m sorry I don’t have any cash on me, can I get you back?” Good vibrations.  All the girls in the line for the bathroom.  Bro. Dog noises. Eye contact. First one of the day---
We liked, we like, we will like…random pleasures falling in and out of place, each whim changing in the mirror--do you even know who you were, who you are, who you’re becoming? We are our future selves, our future selves and nothing more.

Pop music tends to push itself on people, it’s not that pop music is not relatable, it’s very relatable; a lot of people do relate to what’s at the core of pop music; love. Love and heartbreak, wanting and rejection, lust, desire satisfied and desire frustrated, , true love, and murky, unsettling feels in between, butterflies.  Somewhere along the way it was more--Love, money, political problems maybe, social problems maybe, for a while angst and self introspection were on the radar.  But we don’t know, Pop these days, or maybe for always, pushes itself on people.  It tells you how to love but its not for lovers. Its for casual sexers, for partiers, for people who say no to their parents and say no to rules and stay up late and dance.  Its for people who are really cool and really chill.  Its for work hard, play hard; for ecstasy, for money, for getting up the ladder, getting bottles, for fierce, passionate semiromantic love, for summer flings, for random fantasies.  And sure, its escapism, we get it; who wouldn’t want these things? Who wouldn’t want to dance about this stuff? It sounds like the bees knees…but do we need these things? Must we always feel pressure to make our lives a three minute narrative? pop songs.  Pop is fucking people up.  Not everyone gets to be the love at first sight, the hottest bitch in the place, the greatest player in the game.  Why we cant just get real for a second.  Maybe its not as easy, maybe its not as convenient as starting with the chorus, the quick drop, the song with no instrumental break.  But maybe its not all about having wifi wherever you go.  Some shit you’re supposed to work through, some things you’re not supposed to get all at once.  This is real music for real people; if it makes you dance, awesome, if it makes you laugh, even better, and if it makes you cry…

And if we get famous and we start making pop music and you think we sell out? Well then, so did you for caring in the first place; be real, no one has to be anything.  We are our future selves. We are the person we will be when we become who we were after we became what we are.

We’ll all be dead
We might not all grow old
But I want to grow nothing
Not a little
Not even at all


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