Literally tennis. The ball pinging back and forth. Hundreds of hits over and over becoming louder each moment until there's only one. Then, it's just you, holding the wrong fucking cocktail at the United States' premier tennis tournament.

No one laughs at you harder than yourself for caring what other's think of you.

So, buck up, my dude.

Corbett Stovall's Album

Drinking Pim's Cup at the U.S. Open

it's a reeeeeally rough cover of the nine inch nails classic "march of pigs." first thing i've recorded in like a 100 years and the first thing on garage band on ipad. so, feel free to talk shit on it.

March of pigs - super rough first draft no judgement

looking to find the most efficient way to combine the knife, lana del rey, and black dahlia murder with minimal equipment. all songs recorded on an ipad, for the time being anyway.

Lost and Forgotten Books