Jeff Buckley > John Mayer
to everyone who submitted to my sound question! I’ll leave it up in case there are any later submissions, but I definately have a lot of ideas to juggle around with in the coming days. You all are great!
Has anyone ever tried to use the abbreviation for “usual” in writing? What even. Youzhe. Uge. Yewge. Uuj. Yooje. Yuuge. Uush. Help.
So, I’m drafting ideas for some future music projects and I need your help! In my life, often I find myself noticing the smaller, more detailed sounds that we filter out of our day to day routine. The hum of the washing machine, the creaking of my chair, scratching of my stubble against my fingernails; these are all sounds I love and enjoy. What about you? What sounds do you enjoy and cherish the most? The rain hitting your car roof? Nervous coughing in an empty room?
Let me know!
The MGRII debut at EQLA was awesome! It was amazing meeting people who have followed this project and seeing everyone’s reaction. Many commented on the print quality, saying they wished they could take the pages out and put them up on their walls!
We sold through a lot, but we still have a few left. They will be available for $25 + shipping. They will be shipped via media mail within the US, which is generally very affordable.
It was awesome being able to work with so many great artists to make this thing possible. Below is the list of artists included in the print book, but watch out for even more in the online release (though there will still be many exclusive to print!).
- Muggy Ebes
- Jonathan “geten” Gott
- Heather Spencer
- Will Sun
- Twitchy Kismet
- George Munn
- Jason Meador
- Shunka Warakin
- Yen Nguyen
- Megan Daubert
- Mark Gutiérrez
If you’d like to grab a copy of this 68 page, full color zine, send an email to email@example.com with your address!
There exist elements beyond me; they always have and will forever be. Misshapen and slowly inching towards a pivot I can’t adhere to. Evenings are hazy with sweat collecting at the base of my spine, clinging the fabric to flesh. Mornings are dry, parched paper lines my cheeks and tongue. Not residue, not dirty. Only tired, so very tired.
I had an anxiety attack on the way home, and I had to sit in my car for half an hour before finally convincing myself to get out and go inside. I had an overwhelming feeling that I was being watched or followed, so my movements were very precise, thinking 3 steps ahead, where to go, what do to, etc. I’ve been lying here in bed, thinking of death, and how it doesn’t seem as far away as I’d like it to, and I can’t shake this feeling. No one has ever seen me in moments like this, and it’s entirely embarrassing just to talk about it, but I feel like writing about it will help calm my nerves. I’m just a mess who can’t seem to clean himself up.
This is something I can more than relate to, man. The worse thing about anxiety is how indifferent it is to any and all circumstances. Rich men, poor men, popular and non; anxiety does not give a flying flip who you are or what you do, it will devise and craft misery as it wants. And yet, each passing day we live through serves as a reminder that it hasn’t won, it never will. There are days we slip and fall, but getting back up is something we force ourselves to do out of refusal to settle for anything sort of the abundant life and joys surrounding us. Time is too precious for that.
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