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Today in the subway there was a man. This man, had some kind of feces (in clumps) on his shoes. Me and the girl next to me made a face at each other that suggested a dual “Can you believe this guy?” It stank. Everyone covered their nose with a shirt. I looked at the guy to see what he was thinking, but he looked like one of those guys that wouldn’t notice a oil fire, much less a turd. The train stopped at Union Square and I hopped off and got on another car. In other news, I’m having teriyaki chicken for dinner tonight! NYC STORIES.
The hand soap from the bathroom just pumps itself out of the bottle now. It’s been doing this for a couple of days. Even when I’m asleep, it first defies gravity, going up and out of the bottle, and then does the gravity thing exactly. An antibacterial soap worm inching further towards the mouth of the oblivion. At first I was disturbed by this, but now I accept the wishes of this soap. “If it wants to go down the drain THEN FUCKING LET IT”, I tell myself.
One of my favorites. It’s about selling weapons as some far off act of love to those who have had to put up with you, and how that love and guilt can make you build and sell a bomb. Me and Will Krause made this in an attempt to emulate Texas Latino radio stations. We failed, but the failure hits the mark. 2009.
I was 15 or 16. I had a tascam 4 track that a stepbrother had passed along and a casio sk1. I remember playing this for “John’s Older Brother’s friends” and really getting a kick out of their response. I’ll post new shit tomorrow, but I just heard this on shuffle and I thought it’s worth a cursory listen. Myself: 1997.
This is from the end of my time in Austin, Texas. 2009. It’s from a great little record I did that no one has heard called “Yall Aint Shit”. I got to do this in a real nice studio where Willie did “Red Headed Stranger”, Neil Young did Neil Young, and Lauryn Hill made the Grammy Baby. I love this song. and though I initially I hated the slickness, I love it now, as we have every single opportunity to run rough these days. Slick is hard to track down in shit recorded with microphones. Dim White Walls. Wrote this at 17 and played it at my first ever show at that age in a place called M’s. The owner of that place told me nice things, and I’ve always appreciated that.
04.) Don’t Wanna be Alone
From the forthcoming EP that I can’t seem to title.
“Hi. I made this computer hang out place so all my friends who are now computers that can talk can listen to all the new songs I made for computers for computers.”
- Press Release from the original site format (“Compuhang”)
My name is Brandon White and I live in New Orleans right now. I just finished an EP and since most of the stuff didn’t cost me a dime, I figured I’d give it away. I know downloading an album by some asshole you may/may not know is doodoo, so I’m going to post a song a day from said EP onto this tumbl thing in a backwards order. This is the last song. Expect the full thing when I get to it soon.
This is actually an old song that I thought I lost when my last computers killed themselves, but I accidentally found it.
It is a Christian Song made for a Christian band, but more on that later. I have to figure out the thing with the button.
Anyway, enjoy!
