Stardust Speedway ~Bad Future (Classic) (V.3) [USA]

An emo poem:

I am in somewhat of a rutt.
Or so I feel within my gutt.
I keep it real or so it seems.
I make no deals with Devils
But revel in dreams.

And I am on a level
That impresses even me.
I can write in any key.
Play the keyboards.
And I know all my chords.
My triads: Diminished
Augmented. Major minor.
I’ve invented or designed or
Re-invented sounds in synthesizers.
I can even play my sevenths and
Suspended ones. I don’t need to pretend
To some one else’s preferences.
I can play splendid
Jazz and reggae.
I can write good poetry.
I’ve got good flow you see.
I know how to compose and decompose and
Deconstruct and reconstruct.
I know how every bass line flows.
And I can write good prose.

And sing from both my
Diaphragm and nose and make a diagram
Of any song I wrote and to define the
Way it goes.

And I am versed
In knowing just how to rehearse.
I know my pitches, bitches
And I am ambitious.
I’m not superstitious about any body’s wishes.

So may be I am cursed.
Cause I’ve been doing this my whole damn life.
I can write sharper than a knife.
I can design a Saw.
I can write lines without a single tonic flaw
Or cross the line and break down every
Law.

I can discuss whatever music you bust out
So much that I must now distrust
The tendency that people have just to confuse it
All with noise.

And I have played with many toys.
A MicroKorg. A Casio. And (classy, non?) a ukulele.
I can wail like a chimpanzee
But it doesn’t phase me.

I do dancey. I do reggae.
I do punk and I do ska.
I can play a little bass
And just a trace of raw
Percussion. And I’ve played
The tuba and the trumpet.
And harmonica.

So music is my passion.
And my genre’s indietronica.

I’m sonically inclined and
Am melodically gifted.
I can recognise a riff.
Where others have to sniff
And sift it.

I can harmonise and re-devise,
And remix and revise

And make it sound totally sick.
So why can’t I just hit
A fucking
Lick?

I know my theory.
No my old technique.
If you could hear me as I speak
You’d say I have a voice.
So why then is my status weak?
Why is the passion of my choice
The grandeur that I seek
So damned outlandish?
Why if I stand out
Can’t people stand this?
I don’t understand it.

I’m devout in terms of Art
And my artistic values.
Shall you tell me why I seem to suck.
Or no one seems to give a fuck?

Dm.A.A.

DEBUT ALBUM available for sale on BandCramp! Dm.

( https://spontation.bandcamp.com/album/endless-fields-of-nothing )


TECHNOCRATS E.P. Available for seven USD on: Spontation.Bandcamp.com ! Dm.

NEW: I am interested in Alternate Tuning Frequencies.

OLD: I am open to collaborations. Ask for remixes etc.

I left college to get away from all the musicians, as well as all the intellectuals, who had all begun to sound the same. I don't want to "know what I'm doing". I reject that rational pretense. No one knows. The scientific appeal of music is an inferior one. i do not care about the "science of sound" that is based upon encultured notions of what is or is not harmonious. I want to be the next Tom Waits. The next Isaac Brock. Hell, even Rob Thomas dropped out. and they all retain their SOUL.

If you would like to support this venture, please purchase my music at BandCamp: https://spontation.bandcamp.com/

Dm.A.A.

(page kinda abandoned, i check in from time to time but if you need me please poke me on another site instead)
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Hi! I'm just some person who plans on making a few games someday.
If you like:
-Sonic
-Crash Bandicoot
-Undertale (and a lot of it, sorry)
-The occasional sh!tpost / sentence-mix
Then you might like the stuff I like/repost.

I'm in huge debt for the good times Sonic games gave me, so I remix it's music.

Stardust Speedway ~Bad Future (Classic) (V.3) [USA]

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