my last one, get nack, didn't do so well, but i've got a good feeling about this one. it's called quest for fire, and it's a collection of songs that i didn't actually take any time to write, choosing to base them off of live improvisations. while this may sound lazy, keep in mind that when i'm not playing live i'm passed out in a pool of my own vomit and urine in my studio. i have to output in whatever way i can. i did have to rewrite the words though, as most of the songs previously contained not much beyond the phrase "rock this bitch." i decided i wanted to give you, my fans, a little treat for checking out my inaugural post here, so i have for you the front and back cover of the album. this is pretty exclusive stuff, guys. it took me a really long time in paint.
the lyrics are something i'm particularly proud of. i've always felt like i've been a little too maudlin with my writing in the past, and so i decided to just let loose and put my actual, bare feelings down on the paper. i think they turned out real nice.
i gotta say
it's pretty gay pullin' jabs with pop songs
maybe next time we should just have a dance off
with our pants off
take that, carrie underwood. that's a little sample from my song "brainwashed", which was written in response to the song "before he cheats" by a pop singer who shall remain nameless at this point. i pulled out my best wits and nailed down something pretty clever. i'd like to see that bitch try and top that. then afterwards she can make me dinner and suck my dick. she's lucky i don't kill her.
i got to play bonaroo recently. i was expecting it to be a shittier experience than usual, as now i had to please a crowd that was about ten times the size of my normal turnout. i was so stoned that i barely knew where i was, though. so that was good. i did get to meet jack johnson, who has been an idol of mine since his first record, which remains to this day on my desert island list. i was so excited that i lost control of my bowels when i shook his hand, but i don't think he noticed. by the way, if you didn't make it out to bonaroo, fuck you.
so enough about that boring music business stuff, i'll tell you about my day. i woke up at around two in the afternoon, on the floor of my studio, as expected. i wandered into the kitchen and ended up eating my mayonnaisse-covered shoe in between two pieces of bread. it was a tough chew. i called sam and jared to jam, but they aren't speaking to me right now. so i sat down at the piano and attempted to write a new song, for old time's sake. after about two hours and forty five minutes i realized that i had just re-written rent-a-cop. unphased, i cut a rough demo and sent it to the label. look for the song "aslfkham ksafaiw" on my next record.
as you may know, i'm a little bit of a photography buff. i'd like to share with you now a few pieces from my recent collection. i hope you enjoy them.
thanks y'all
ben
i gotta say
it's pretty gay pullin' jabs with pop songs
maybe next time we should just have a dance off
with our pants off
take that, carrie underwood. that's a little sample from my song "brainwashed", which was written in response to the song "before he cheats" by a pop singer who shall remain nameless at this point. i pulled out my best wits and nailed down something pretty clever. i'd like to see that bitch try and top that. then afterwards she can make me dinner and suck my dick. she's lucky i don't kill her.
i got to play bonaroo recently. i was expecting it to be a shittier experience than usual, as now i had to please a crowd that was about ten times the size of my normal turnout. i was so stoned that i barely knew where i was, though. so that was good. i did get to meet jack johnson, who has been an idol of mine since his first record, which remains to this day on my desert island list. i was so excited that i lost control of my bowels when i shook his hand, but i don't think he noticed. by the way, if you didn't make it out to bonaroo, fuck you.
so enough about that boring music business stuff, i'll tell you about my day. i woke up at around two in the afternoon, on the floor of my studio, as expected. i wandered into the kitchen and ended up eating my mayonnaisse-covered shoe in between two pieces of bread. it was a tough chew. i called sam and jared to jam, but they aren't speaking to me right now. so i sat down at the piano and attempted to write a new song, for old time's sake. after about two hours and forty five minutes i realized that i had just re-written rent-a-cop. unphased, i cut a rough demo and sent it to the label. look for the song "aslfkham ksafaiw" on my next record.
as you may know, i'm a little bit of a photography buff. i'd like to share with you now a few pieces from my recent collection. i hope you enjoy them.
i leave you now with a couple of my favorite jokes.
"Ok, so I passed by this store called Fussy Cleaners. Big-ass sign. First time I read it, though, I thought it said something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT."
"I swear, I'm going to walk into an Indian restaurant sometime and order Tim Curry."
"When we were little my brother always used to jump out of corners and scare the bejeezus out of me. From what I hear, though, bejeezus is a carcinogen, so he was probably doing me a favor."
"Ok, so I passed by this store called Fussy Cleaners. Big-ass sign. First time I read it, though, I thought it said something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT."
"I swear, I'm going to walk into an Indian restaurant sometime and order Tim Curry."
"When we were little my brother always used to jump out of corners and scare the bejeezus out of me. From what I hear, though, bejeezus is a carcinogen, so he was probably doing me a favor."
thanks y'all
ben
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2. I'm so Psyched for this next record.
When you tour you could carry the backing tracks on an ipod. You would get hundreds of versions of 'Rock This Bitch' on one of those, even a cheap one. Also think of all the shit that would avoid when your doing those snooty orchestra gigs. How many fucking guys are there in that band anyway? Passengers.
Mate, you could spend the money on all sorts of fridge treasure other than mayonnaisse. Peanut butter is good.
Or maybe Vegemite. You know, for old time's sake.
Good luck with the new album. God knows we need more fire.