Here's that song I did yesterday, where I realized the chorus-y part was a plagiarism of one of my other songs. I re-did the chorus, tryin' to aspire for a mood that was better with the rest of the song. Then I added another part at the end. I dunno if that other part at the end is needed, but there it is. Yeah, I'm a little ambivalent about that new part.

This is the 2nd song I did today about Linkin Park having a new singer. When I watched them all performing online yesterday, I was uber-impressed with how they sounded. Yay, excitement! Then I cried because I'll always miss Chester, and I'm sad about Rob leavin' the band (but respect his decision).

I did a couple songs today about Linkin Park having a new singer. I'm happy and excited that they're doing new music and stuff; and she's really good, too! Yay! But there's a sadness and a poignancy to the whole thing, since I'm gonna miss Chester and Rob (who decided to leave the band).

My left eyelid has been twitching for a week now. FUCK!!!!!! Make it stop!!!!!!!

Here's another version of a song that I've been trying to improve about the end of the world. I made this version a wee bit repetitious. I'm not sure if I'm happy with it or not. Bleh.

This is either an intro to a song or a rough draft of said song. We'll see how I feel later on. My voice is poopy raspy-ness today, but usually the first performance is the best of any song. I dunno why that is. Anyway, it's a rough idea I got down for a potential song that might evolve into something.

This is a song about the beginning of a break up call (the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album, Part 4).

This is another one of those end-of-the-world songs. It's about people deciding to get drunk when the end o' the world comes. Let's get drunk and have a good time while the world falls, and the sun will start to shine through crumbling walls.

This is a song from the point of view of someone who doesn't want to live anymore, but isn't necessarily suicidal. It's called, in the psychology business, "morbid ideation with no suicidal intent or plan." I should say...if you are suicidal, 988 is the number to call if you wanna talk to someone; and if you're a Veteran, it's 988, and then you press "1" for the Veterans Crisis Line. Anyway, the theme of this song is, "why bother bein' human, if all humans do is destroy the earth?" Enjoy!

This is the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album, Part 4; the main character decides to drive to school to do the break-up phone call with her boyfriend, so she won't end up associating her living room with the traumatic memory of a break-up call. She discovers that her office-mate is there, in the room where she's gonna do the break-up call!

This is the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album, Part 4; the girl and her horrible boyfriend have a fight, and at the end, he sez they should wait 4 days before they talk next, I guess to cool down or whatever. Upon hanging up, she realizes she's ready to break up with him, but is all bummed out about having to wait 4 days to do it.

This is the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album. The girl gets back from visiting her mean, controlling boyfriend, and they have a fight on the phone a week or so later.

This song came to me in a dream last night. It's, literally, about dropping the ball, as in, messing up.

This is the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album. Part 4. The girl finally decides that she's ready to break up with her mean boyfriend, and she's talking to him in her mind, sort of.

Here's the second version of the song I did last night; okay, I'm feelin' better about this one than last night's version. Just to recap, one day, a few months ago, I was driving around and I saw this purple SUV, and the back end was sorta blorpy. It was a purple SUV with a bubble butt! It sounded like a nice thing to do a song about, so that's what I did.

Yeah, I might actually sorta re-work this song and stuff. Here's a really rough, rough, rough draft of it with a re-worked verse that's a little bit more poetical and stuff. Just imagine this with all the keyboards and rapping and bells and whistles and stuff...and better singing....and at some point (maybe really soon), I'll get this song fixed up real nice. Stay tuned.

A few months ago, I was driving around and I saw this purple SUV, and the back end was sort of blorping out. It had a blorpy back end. I thought to myself, "That's a purple SUV with a bubble-butt." That was the inspiration for this here song. But my voice sounds like ass today; it sound like my voice wiped someone's ass with sand paper. So, if I decide I like this song enough, I'll do a better version some other day in the not-too-distant-future. This is a really rough mix, too, cuz it got late, and my brain is too fried to do a bunch of good-mixin' stuff. Enjoy!

This is a song about what it feels like to have a hangover; in recording this little number, I attempted to make the song sound like how a hangover feels.

This is the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album, Part 4. After the girl finds out she gets into a play, unbeknownst to her mean boyfriend, she hears his voice behind her, reading the subject line of the email ("Summer Theater"). She's all, oh, no, now he knows!

An idea for a song came to me in a dream about a weird double-entendre sort of thing.  A hammerhead is a type of weird shark, and maybe, the term "hammerhead" could mean someone who gets hammered all the time. So, this song is about a shark that gets hammered all the time.