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Some snow footage I took from the train ride to Sundance
This is what happens when I'm bored at work. Retro bumpers.
Uploading the extended version to give more to edit with.
A dark, meaty psychedelic hip-hop beat ready for raps or other vocals. Could also remain instrumental. Trap-inspired drum and bass, a heavy snare, and spooky, swirling synths. If anyone would like stems or their vocals mixed into the track or anything like that just let us know!
The following track is a micro-story, written as a novel but performed over a beat. This is the first of many, and each one will be accompanied by the lyrics as they were written. This one was inspired by a story I read by user matingslinkys, on Reddit.
“Today you get to pick young’n,” he said with a grin. He was old, about 90, but his excitement made him seem ten. He was talking about the vinyls that he kept in his room: stacked high, categorized, any genre, every volume. He always put one on whenever I came to visit, and though his memory wasn’t the best, when he played a song it became explicit. Every single record was like a chapter in his life. Every single song a paragraph; the nostalgia was rife. I had heard about his first wife, and the one after that. About the first fight he ever won, the first time he produced a track. It fascinated me, and eager to hear more, I picked out a random record. One that I hadn’t seen before. I put it on the turntable and put the needle on, the sound of horns filled the room, the kind that makes you shiver with warmth.
“Wow, this one brings me back,” he said. “It’s one of glory. It’s the reason I fell in love with music. Now let me tell you a story.”
“I was about twelve years old when I first heard that sax. I didn’t know that such a sound could be made. So powerful; but so relaxed. I knew at that moment what I was destined for. Though I didn’t play music it was a feeling I could not ignore. I was lucky too, or maybe music is in my genes, cause when I asked my dad if I could get one I could see him beam. He got me one the next day, beat-up but with soul. I practiced all hours of the day, only stopping when I was told. Even though my sound was a far cry from the Parker’s and the Coltranes, I mean at first I couldn’t even do a vibrato when I sustained. But still I kept at it, eventually made it my career,” He trailed off, had a look in his eyes like he was back there.
I could see his fingers mimicking the solo in the song, and after a few more I had to ask him if something was wrong.
“Nothings wrong young'n, but I have to get some rest. I’ll see you next time.” he said, and not wanting to bother I just left.
The next time I came to visit, he was standing in front of his records. He had a notebook in one hand, filled with numbers and crossed out words. It was the first time I ever saw him as an old man. The energy he once had was gone, but before I could ask about it, he began.
“There’s not enough time,” he said. “I’m too old; I did the math.”
I couldn’t tell what he meant. “What are you talking about?” I asked. He looked at me; eyes dim, as if his inner light was fading.
“The time to listen to all this music,” he said. I could feel his passion abating. “It’s funny because growing up you think you have all this time. You’ll get that record later, listen to that one song down the line,” He tried to smile, but he couldn’t stop the tears, it’s as if he knew when he was going to die, which was only later that year.
When he passed he bequeathed all of his records to me. When I got them I went out and got a record player immediately. It took me years to get through even half of it, but in one I found a note. It said:
“This is the last one I listened to. I just thought you’d like to know.”
"Stars Go On" was written by Kathy Kirbo and recorded by Kyle Spence on February 24 and 26, 2012 in Athens, Georgia.
The track was mixed by The Spinoffs and Kyle Spence on March 1, 2012. lyrics Stars Go On (Kathy Kirbo)
Don't turn away Don't put us down You know it's time
Don't shut it down Don't fade away You know it's love
'Cause the stars go on and on Stars go on and on Stars go on and on
Long distance light Tell me how it ends Long distant love Please don't count the miles Please don't count the miles You know it's love
'Cause the stars go on and on Stars go on and on (and on) Stars go on and on
But you and I, we burn out in a blink of an eye
But the stars go on and on Stars go on and on (and on) Stars go on and on
But you and I, we burn out in a blink of an eye... credits from Stars Go On / Disposable, released 10 March 2012 Kathy Kirbo (Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards) Chris McKay (Vocals, Guitars) Bryan J. Howard (Bass) Tim Payne (Drums, Percussion)
Engineered by Kyle Spence in Athens, GA Produced by The Spinoffs and Kyle Spence
February - March 2012
got the summertime blues, so it's high time that i do me.
headin south to california, the land of opportunity
got a glass-house dream, afraid i'm gonna break it.
if you never try, how the fuck you gonna make it?
if you want something bad enough you need to picture it, specific,
like the sun setting majestically over the pacific.
then naturally the universe will draw you toward that object,
and it doesn't matter what you gotta go through, if you want it.
not everybody sees it
you gotta believe it
if you don't have a goal,
you can never achieve it.
so dive in head first
followin your passion
hopin that it won't produce the opposite reaction
can't change the climate
accept it or deny it
this current's so strong
i can no longer fight it
i know what you'll say
it sounds so cliche
i bought my first car,
headin south to L.A.
(This is sort of like an urelated sequel to a song I made last year, called "Thanksgiving Robbery", which I resourced)
I hate spending, every year of Thanksgiving
at my Grandma's house, a nightmare I'm re-living.
Grandpa's in the corner and he won't stop grinning,
at my cousin, (the circus clown) who's plate spinning.
My cousin is a circus clown. He's "Plate Spinning".
Grandma and Grandpa, a couple of Kooks,
they keep the head on the Turkey, and they call it a Goose!
"We keep the head on the Goose, give you something to savor,
you take the head off the Goose, you're gonna waiver the flavor",
That's sick! I don't like the "Stuck-Turkey-Head-Trick",
I'd rather eat my own hand, or a pile of bricks,
but then again, I just felt my ow stomach start to twitch,
so I guess I'll make myself a turkey sandwich, (yummy)
Now I know that I don't lead a starving life,
but I was happy when they pulled out the carving knife,
I was ready for some action, food satisfaction,
but what we got next was a Turkey reaction,
"Did you see that bird wiggle??!" said my cousin as he giggled,
but I I didn't have an answer, I was puzzled, I was riddled,
"That Goose is alive!!" shouted Granny from that side,
and I couldn't believe what was in front of my eyes!
(it gets a lot weirder from here girls and guys)
The turkey starts flailing like a mad wildabeast,
starts flapping his wings like he's an animated centerpiece,
"Get my army knife from the bedroom kids!
I'm gonna show this bad Goose, who his Thanksgiving daddy is!"
(just in case there's any character confusion,
that was the Grandpa, who said that last line.)
but the Turkey bit Grandpa, and now he's knocked out,
and he's lying on the ground, with foam in the mouth,
So then my Grandma, myself, and my stupid clown cousin,
shoved the psychotic Turkey in a pre-heated oven!
It took some muscle, but we locked him away,
I wish the story was over, but there's more to say,
"Grandpa woke up!" Grandma yelled out;
"but he looks a little different and he's freaking me out!
He's got a whole bunch of feathers, and a beak for a mouth,
we either eat him for dinner, or kick him out of the house!!
"We won't eat him for dinner!! He's my husband you sinner!
And if you ask me, I'd say he looks a little thinner!"
"I know you loved Grandpa, and we'll miss him fondly;
but he's not your husband anymore, he's a Turkey-Man Zombie!"
(he's not your husband anymore, he's a Turkey-Man Zombie)
"He's coming at us; Turkey Zombies hate people;
you can see it in his eyes, there's a Thanksgiving evil!!"
He was fast, he was clever, he knew how to use a feather,
and he scratched up the furniture, the genuine leather!
I punched him in the face, until the beak severs,
and I see my Grandpa's face smiling forever!
"That was just a costume? A crazy joke?!
I hate coming here!! You almost made me croak!!
And I'm not paranoid or nothing;
but there's still a dead bird making noise in the oven!"