? what on earth ?
umm... maybe my headphones were malfuncing' on me or something, 'cause this was just... not right. and its not brit pop, that's for f'n sure.
Thanks for the review! :-)
Dear Mrs. MadCow
If the sexy fat man gives the kids wine and lets them watch cartoons. I think he is a nice man. Stop saying mean things about the nice man or I will get up, pace around for 30 seconds, and sit back down.
An engrossing experience.
He's here to entertain, and to interpret the memories of his childhood. As such, the music is a gentle stroll, like an idyll walk through the Rothaargebirge, the deep green mountain range adjacent to his hometown for which the Ferndorf is named.
Even though it was the hardest part, I really love the guitar on this track. It's one of my most complex and technical performances to date.
Cut from black and cue a snappy musical number as the camera drifts freely, neatly, through space, the mysterious canvas pointillized by distant stars and interrupted by serene, monstrous planets and the swirls of not-too-distant galaxies. We see earth, shrouded in a thin brown fog, and, as we move toward the surface, an endless range of veiled mountains, a vast metropolis, glass panes sealed with dust, towers of trash outgrowing the skyscrapers. Chills run down my spine, and crawl slowly back up.
These are the images I picture when I hear this beautiful melody in my ears. Never have I heard such angelic tones. This is the greatest masterpiece of our time.
pretty fucking sweet
This would get me pumped to listen to the podcast for sure! I think if the bass was a little bit heavier and louder, and the "NEWGROUNDS POD CAST" was louder and more isolated it would achieve that effect even more! Good job!
I'll work on that :D
Very catchy! I used this song in my space shooter I made for school and it set the mood that I was trying to convey perfectly! The bass sounds awesome and it loops well. Great song!
Hey, thanks! Are you gonna upload it to NG? :3
How often in a day are you confronted by the fact that there's something more than just what's in front of your face? I find myself backed into a corner by this on the regular. My throat tightens up and my mind races to come up with an explanation that will make the pins and creeping static at the base of my brain away, but nothing ever comes to me.
I ride on public transportation. I like to tell myself it's for both the exercise and to help the environment, but I know it's the only feasible choice with my money managing skills. That's okay though. I get to see a million faces. Many times I'll see the same people get on and off the bus. The route I take downtown goes through what can't really be called a retirement home and can't be called a ward. It's both and neither because during the day these lingering souls disperse and work awful retail jobs. Greeting at Wal-Mart, bagging, slinging world weary smiles at screaming toddlers and collagen packed mid thirties mothers who don't bat an eye. Some of these old people get on the bus. Sometimes they stop coming. I don't think anyone else notices they're gone save for myself, and yet I can't help but notice the seats they once occupied remain vacant more often than others.
I used to play the flute. I don't anymore, but at one point I could. My fingers are stiff and I don't keep a tune so well now, and I'm mostly partial to quiet. Sometimes I dream that I'm on the bus with a true spectacle of a flute. Gilded, gorgeous minute etching even Durer would balk at and claim some divine work, it's pitch and ring was perfect. The bus is empty and it is dark outside. We are moving and there is no driver but this is normal and I feel fine about it. Dim lights flit by the window, as though the entire city had been drugged with some eyelid lowering narcotic, lulled into half sleep. The bus slows to a stop and the door opens and I am out front of the home, the ward, the slow spiraling descent towards an end with little dignity. Then the dream ends.
Sometimes I think I should bring a flute on the bus with me. Sometimes I just want to stop going. Mostly I just want to read a book and get to work without the repeating loop of garbled static that sounds like i could understand it if only the wind changed a tiny bit, or someone turned off a faucet in a room. I think I will know what to do when i finally hear that message. I know I will do it right out, as well. There can be no hesitation. It will be right, and I will know sleep then... I think right now I need someone to come cheer me up. If you live in my area and... If you wanna meet up and have a drink sometime, give me a call, big boy.
Love, The Big L.
A rare drop in an endless sea of mediocrity.
Great work, Edward. You've really caught my attention with this piece. First of all, I have to give you my deepest respect for your use of nonadvancement beats and movements between the different suites. My favorite part is when the dyscrinism levels on the yarovization were in perfect harmony. My ears danced to the pleasant creativity that your piece produced. It's been a long time since I've heard pure art such as this in its truest form.
I loved every bit of it an I understand your statment perfectly. The youth of today is out of control and have no respect for subcaptainshipism or lankness. It's something that I can relate to with the very core of my bones and soul. Keep up the excellent work and I hope to hear more from you in the future! :-)
this is the best thing I've heard since metroid crime 2. If you wanna meet up and have a drink sometime, give me a call, big boy.
FINALLY! Someone whos not an ignorant sheep and actually understands my brilliance! Listen, i like the cut of your jib homey. If you wanna meet up and have a drink sometime, give me a call, big boy.
I love it
The record scratches in the background sound so awesome. Great song, great job. favorited.
I really have to thank Yun Veroz for his scratching abilities. Basically, all I did was take his scratches in a previous collab that we did, and cut them up and rearranged them. Thanks a lot. ^_^
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