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Another literature class assignment. This time we had to write a love letter. Since I've never been in love, and I don't let people tell me what they think love is, this is all I could come up with. My friend says that because I've never experienced it I can shape it what I want, the way I want it.

This one feels different when I listen to it than when I read it though.

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"I'm on a train, sitting next to the window. The landscape outside is beautiful, and Sofia is sleeping. It looks like nowadays nobody travels anymore, they're all too busy running to not be late, they don't take deep breaths anymore. It's just the two of us in this carriage. But I don't complain. I like the quiet peace, and the silence that is only broken by the sound of our daughter breathing. Maybe, and most likely, when you read this, we'll be home, having a coffee with Josephine, talking about good old times, looking at photo albums.

It gets cold in our bed without you. It's sad to turn around and not crash with you, with your body, your smell and your smile. Sometimes Sofia sleeps with me. Sofia, who keeps growing and growing, and with signs and words in her language asks me to put a Bob Dylan record on. It reminds her of you. It reminds me of you...

I remember when we met, we were wearing the same Beatles shirt. Now, Sofia wears mine as a dress and I wear yours, and sometimes, without planning it, we wear it the same day.

She's got your eyes, your nose... your hair. She's beautiful. Your mom and your dad always tell her she looks just like you. And she's always quiet when they tell her stories about you. You can tell she really listens to them and plays them in her little head. She closes her eyes sometimes and it's like if she could see you, feel you...

I'm sitting next to the window. I see your face reflected on the glass. I feel your smell on me. Your lips kissing every inch of me and your hands intertwined with mine. I can hear your voice calling me, singing to me.

I need you, and I love you. Sometimes one more than the other, but they always end up mixing, to the point that they're so alike they might be the same.

Sofia says hi, in her language, and she sends you a drawing she made with her little hands.

Come back soon, please..."
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Still a work in progress because I'm thinking about adding the Text logo and the other logos, or another logo, or any logo.

But of course! I couldn't stay behind and not contribute a handmade design for this collab :D so here it is!
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(Note: Here's something I've been working on this whole week, with the permission of Sarasota. It's a long piece. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you like it, especially Sarasota since this is about him. I didn't really show him drafts or stuff like that, so this will all come like a big long surprise for him. So, SURPRISE! I finished it! and here it is!)



I’m at Starbucks, drinking a Mocha, just sitting here outside with my sunglasses on. My notebook and pen are on the table, waiting, just as anxious as myself.

Just so you know, Justin is not late. It’s just my habit of being where I have to be a few minutes earlier. In this particular case, I left more than a few minutes earlier because I had to get a new notebook, since my last one was already full of scribbling.

A cheerful “Deeeeeeee!” comes from behind me and I stand up to greet Justin Crowell, whom you may know as the man behind Sarasota. Yes, it’s only one man. It may sound hard to believe when you listen to the first songs of Things Alive, but after a while you remember how advanced technology is by now and then it all makes perfect sense. “Am I late?” is the first thing he asks. We walk inside to get his coffee, and I get my journalist mode on. “I’m the one who asks the questions here, sir” I point out, dramatically, and continue with a smile “talk all you want, I’m a fast scribbler and owner of an eidetic memory”.

The story behind Justin Crowell as a musician starts at the sweet age of four, when he used to pretend to perform music strumming a tennis racket or singing into a hockey stick… as many of us did too, I’m pretty sure. During high school it evolved into a more serious desire, so he tried to write songs “but only came out with goofy shells for improvisation within”, he tells me. In his first year of college he tried to produce under the name Peter Tomorrow (http://www.myspace.com/petertomorrow try Late October Should Be Red), but then decided to give up on pop. Why? No idea, he shrugs when I ask, and replies simply “I guess I just happened to be listening to tons of Ghostface Killah and MF Doom and I thought ‘I think I might be able to do this’". So, over the next year, he put together a hip-hop album. It was mostly done after he graduated, recorded and produced almost entirely in France, where he was living for a while (this album can be found at http://chewbacules.com). Back in the States he gave it another shot when he was living with his parents for the summer. And instead of writing an entire song and then recording and producing it, he tried to do the whole thing at once, sort of going through it blindly. It was then when the song Blasting came to life, the most personal song he’d written to that point, and he was really happy with it. It’s got a lot of vocals and instrumental layers, which was an approach he’d never really tried before. “At one point”, he says laughing, “my dad came into my room and said ‘I think I just heard some animal noises coming from your room’".

Shortly after that, Justin moved to Sarasota, Florida (hence the name of the one-man band). It took him several months to get things going again, and finally in January it all seemed to kick off for the better. But with every single song that he started he realized he had no idea what he was doing, and he stumbled along blindly, trying hundreds of sounds per track.

Things Alive was entirely recorded in Justin’s apartment with a partially disassembled drum kit, a brand-new computer and digital audio interface that he’d blown a large portion of his savings on, a vintage Yamaha keyboard “that was my older brother's (until I stole it)”, an Ibanez AS200 guitar and Fender Hotrod Deluxe amp, beer-bottles, some pots and pans, the washing machine (on Things Were Bad), and a bunch of toys and other junk that was found at thrift stores and things to make weird noises with. He has been mostly a guitarist throughout his life. He got really into jazz guitar at the end of high school and through college, but more recently has expanded into percussion and keyboard instruments. He tried to avoid using the guitar while making the album, since he was more interested in putting together collections of sounds that didn't have any obvious instrumental origin, but didn't necessarily sound digital. The Chiller and Things Were Bad were two of the last songs he wrote for the album, so guitar is more prominent there. White Lying is actually a new version of a song he had written back when he was known as Peter Tomorrow. Working on the album took days, weeks, and months, mixing and EQing each song. Although Justin had read a fair amount on the subject, he’d never really taken it to practice before. It was overwhelming at times, working full time, then recording and producing well into the night, but it made him feel better than doing anything else. He wasn't really happy with his life, and the relationship to Sarasota (the town) was a complicated one. And although he describes it as “an ugly and sad place in a lot of ways”, he felt connected to it. “I guess the album is almost completely about those connections, how strong they can be, even when you're completely conflicted over them”, and Justin says this with a hint of sadness yet hope in his eyes. Glassed Chance is a good example of a song about a place and the people connected with it. He sort of moves back and forth in the album between talking about a person and a place. Tethered is all about Sarasota, feeling alone there, and wishing for the tethers of childhood (“they hold you down, but you're less likely to blow away, you know?” he says, sipping the last bit of his coffee).

By the time we reach this part of the conversation, my toes feel numb and I feel the need to walk. We stand up and throw the cups in the trashcan and start walking, just anywhere, without any guidance. I tell Justin that when you’re talking and walking at the same time, it’s good for the conversation to not have a certain place to go, only if the conversation is good enough. When it’s not, then you hurry up to get to wherever you have to get and end the conversation politely. It may sound mean, but go ahead and try and tell me how it went. “You’ve been letting me talk all this time and haven’t really made any interruptions, y’know” Justin points out. “Well, if you must know… I have a terrible concentration after having a nightmare, and I had one last night. So I haven’t really interrupted you because I need to catch all the words to remember them. I’ve been scribbling a lot but those are mostly notes or words I don’t know in English and later I will look them up in the dictionary”. He forgets English is not my first language. Or maybe I forgot to mention.

Also, this is the part of our very interesting conversation where I ask the million dollar question about my favorite subject: HitRECord. A friend sent Justin an email a few months ago saying that she read about the site and thought that he would really like it. One of the biggest issues he’s faced over the years is a general unwillingness from others to collaborate. He wanted to put a band together, or put together an album with other people, but became so frustrated that decided to do the album on his own. So when his friend told him about HitRECord it just sounded amazing to him. Also, Brick (directed by Rian Johnson, though it's most likely you all know that) is one of his favorite movies, and he quotes it a lot, especially “I need words”, so hearing that our very own RegularJoe was involved just made everything even more amazing. A man passes by us and tips his hat to Justin, congratulating him for picking such a lovely girl to be around. I stand still with a confused look on my face. At last I turn around to tell the man that he’s my brother (he’s not), but the man has disappeared completely. As if he could walk through walls. Neither of us knows what really happened to him, but I shake my head, “Nevermind, just keep talking. You were telling me how you found HitRECord”. He uploaded his music one random night, and started looking around the site. It seemed like a great place, and he checked back occasionally, maybe thinking that it would be really fun to try some stuff out over the summer when he had more time. “I was totally shocked when Things Alive made it to the homepage. And all the things that people said… everybody was so nice and supportive I couldn't believe it!” I tell him I know the feeling, when Train Now Leaving was featured in the home page I spent the whole day hyperventilating about it. I looked pretty ridiculous, but I was very proud of myself so I didn’t really care about it. “Honestly, I’m really hoping people would use my music in other things, videos, or just anything. I would love to see stuff I do re-contextualized” Justin says, and I take the opportunity to correct him, “we call them RE-mixes, dear”.

His favorite songs on the album are Tethered and Things Were Bad (and I tell him that my favorite ones are Tethered and The Chiller). He’s really proud of Tethered, he re-worked that song for months, and it sounded completely different at the end of each week. He says that it best exemplifies the aesthetic that he was hoping to create for the album. Things Were Bad is another favorite because it feels like such a long and intense emotional experience for him. It's probably the most positive song on the album, and he says he’s half-embarrassed of but half-pleased with the lyrics. It's honest and triumphant, “I guess”, he adds to this sentence.

The title, Things Alive. It took him a long time to come up with that title, but once it hit him, he really liked it. I start laughing quietly at the nonsensical thought of a word hitting Justin, in the literal sense. I explain to him that I laugh at things that aren’t really funny or that I take literally and play the image in my mind. As a response he gives me a funny look, half-way between “I’m about to run away” and “you’re insane, but it’s okay”, which is not something you can describe, you have to see it. “Just keep talking, man” I say. He smiles and continues, “It has just the right level of ecstatic to it, I think”.

The name, Sarasota. He couldn't think of anything that could be more appropriate than the name Sarasota. The town is so deeply ingrained in the feeling of the music, and it's behind all of the lyrics. Although he doesn’t live there anymore, Sarasota is a huge part of his life. It’s where he met most of his friends, and it's sort of a home base where they can all meet up in the future.

And speaking of the future, there’s an EP coming up as soon as his friend Chris Connover is done remixing the songs, and it should be finished in the next few weeks. It's very different from the album Things Alive, the songs are a little more raw, a little more moody, and have a much more restricted sonic palette. He’s also working on a couple of other projects this summer, one of which may feature folk songs sung by his mother. Next year he will be working on a short film about traveling through the USA, and he will be doing all of the music for that project as well.

“Your future seems brighter than mine!” I joke. “I’m gonna spend most of my days in college, and around HitRECord… which you should do too, by the way”.

We say our goodbyes and go our own ways. My day ends talking on the phone with my dad and him trying to convince me to walk a few extra blocks because he forgot to buy cake for dinner. "What are we celebrating?" I ask. My dad knows that even when it comes to food I'm not a huge fan of buying it if we really don't need it, so he simply replies "Your unbirthday" and hungs up, succesfully tricking me into walking the extra blocks.




(another note: the parts in this story that are true are the facts that Sarasota gave me. The rest is only possible if time travel has been succesfully invented. What's also truth is that my dad tends to convince me to buy cake but then paying back by telling me that we're celebrating my unbirthday.)
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Since there are so many t-shirts (220 ALREADY! Jesus!) I've decided to create an album and handpick my favorite ones, so if one of those are picked by the League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen (that I will be calling the Pickers, as ridiculous as it may sound, as long as the collab goes on) I know I'll wear it proudly.
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I'll be honest: I've been watching a lot of Breaking Bad lately, so this t-shirt idea might be influenced by that somehow. The text is as follows:

My parents went to both Sundance and South by Southwest without me this year and all I got was the opportunity to collaborate with people from all over the world on HitRECord.org to create art that was screened at both of the aforementioned festivals in theaters filled with amazing audiences plus I really got paid when my work was used in those screenings so what was I saying oh yeah mom and dad can suck it because now I don't care that they didn't let me go with them and dude are you looking at my crotch oh OK you're just reading my shirt OK but hey do know any good doctors I feel like I haven't slept in weeks I think that clinic I went to might be a meth lab
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I wanted the REC button to look more red, but the colored pencils at work are not awesome. I also would take the outline off the REC button if I had more resources at hand while sneakily RECording at work. The hand, logo on the arm, and the letters in the REC button are blue.
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well.. i thought i was going to bed hours ago... but was looking through records in bed and needed to do one more before calling it quits for the night
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tree-shirt with black bg... I don't know why I'm typing this. You can see it's a black background...
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Based on HelloLindsayyyyy's idea & using RKBear's amazing illustration.
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When the creative director gives you an idea for a tootbrush, what else can you say other than aye aye captain and get to it?

(Or, you can also take this as: THE HITRECORD TOOTBRUSH! Tired of your teeth just being in your mouth chewing? Try THE HITRECORD TOOTBRUSH and they will start RECording as soon as you use it! It's safe, it's clean, it's HITRECORD!)
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Yay!! I got my own just now :D
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Oil on skin.
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I've written another lullaby! I'm becoming sort of an expert on writing and singing lullabies, I think. I'm planning on buying a microphone, actually. So, who knows! Maybe I'll end up having my own album of lullabies :)

"I wish my eyes were blue
So you could sing this tune
With me while we pass by that dune
Walking back to the moon.

I wish my hair was red
So you could use it as a net
To catch your hopes and keep them close
While we go back home.

I wish I had eight arms
So I could have you with me all night
And use them to make dinner for you
While the sun rises up.

Though I'm nothing but a snail
Don't you never dare to say
I wouldn't sing to you
Because this song is just for you."
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I'm always talking about her but now I have a picture of her :)
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So, uh, I've been trying to keep some order with my stuff (my bedroom included but that's ... something else) so I'm gonna put all the songs/lullabies I RECord in this album.
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"Well, what the hell, I'll just play it my way, even if it sounds like shit."

I RECorded this a few days ago when I was learning to play the guitar. By myself and using a how-to book from 1963. At some point I just thought oh screw this and started strumming the shit out of the poor guitar and came up with this.
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I've written another lullaby! I'm becoming sort of an expert on writing and singing lullabies, I think. I'm planning on buying a microphone, actually. So, who knows! Maybe I'll end up having my own album of lullabies :)

"I wish my eyes were blue
So you could sing this tune
With me while we pass by that dune
Walking back to the moon.

I wish my hair was red
So you could use it as a net
To catch your hopes and keep them close
While we go back home.

I wish I had eight arms
So I could have you with me all night
And use them to make dinner for you
While the sun rises up.

Though I'm nothing but a snail
Don't you never dare to say
I wouldn't sing to you
Because this song is just for you."
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For the RECord, this song *was* written with a purple pen.

I was going to title this song "Kesha Can Suck It" but I figured it wouldn't make justice to the lyrics.

"I wrote this blues
With my purple pen.
I sing this song
Under this cold rain.

But the page got wet
And it washed away
All the words.
But I kept them safe
In my treasure chest
On my chest.

I wrote this song
In this black and white world.
I sing this blues
For my lonely love.

And though the page got wet
By the pouring rain
I kept safe all the words.
And though my throat is sore
And my eyes are closed
You can still sing along.

But the page got wet
And it washed away
All the words.
But I kept them safe
In my treasure chest
On my chest."
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She said "it's alright if so suddenly
You stood by the door and waited for it to sneeze."
Because it's so dusty and messy in here
You can walk upstairs and be eaten by dirt.

And here I come to the rescue
In my super-suit with no cape*
And here I come to save you
To win me a spot in St. Peter's door.

She said "it's fine if you want to have fun
But beware there's a spider waiting to attack."
Because no one has really cared about them
They just have to do everything by themselves.

He said "don't try to hide your mistakes
Because they will show anyways."
He said "don't come in here in my space
Because if you do so I'll break your legs."


(* I pronounced it as cap instead of cape. No idea why.)
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I wrote this song for the Space Monkey, aka Maxx Johnson, Marke and Kim's baby, who is turning one or is already one year old. I've been writing a lot of things this week and in my strike of geniusness I thought I should write one for her :) I should let you know my voice sounds kinda crappy, but whatever, I'm still laughing at this so even if this turns out to be something you can laugh at, yay me! while I was working on the HitRECord bag I wrote this and then RECorded myself singing it. I laugh probably more than I sing, but I like it as is and I'm not a huge fan of doing second takes, specially for something like audio RECording because it feels different the second time, because I already know when to not laugh or not do something... I don't know, it's weird, but maybe it's just me (most likely). Also, if you can hear the dogs barking is because your speakers are too loud, careful with that.

And so! without much further ado!

"Oh, little Maxx
Allow me to present myself
My name is Dee
I'm not so little
But I love to write songs
And I heard
You're one year old already
So I decided to sing something for you.

Why are you so cute?
I haven't a clue
You're one tiny Space Monkey
And we all love you!
And in this big day
I hope you have a big time
With your big family
And all your big friends.

And I hope you never grow up
Just stay in Neverland
And enjoy it while you can.
Because then when you're almost
Nineteen years old
You must make big decisions
And you can't get them wrong.

But why does it matter?
You are only one!
So don't you worry your little head
And keep being a Space Monkey.

I can't make a rhyme
As you might have noticed
But I don't really mind
I like singing this way.

And oh, little Maxx
You go and have lots of fun!

And this is another birthday present from me
And my name is Dee."
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I was trying to fall asleep last night (it was like 2am) and this words popped up in my head. I wrote them down, and decided to try something different, so I sang them. I'm not much of a singer, especially as sick as I am (spring allergies) and I had to RECord it quietly cause it was 2am, so I recommend you use headphones. Hope you like it =)

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"I never knew I was dead,
for me it was all the same.
Except I wasn't hungry anymore,
but I didn't lose any weight at all.

I never knew I was dead,
for me it was all the same.
I only noticed when you got really sad,
and never got better again.

I never knew I was dead,
for me it was all the same.
I kept going to parties, kept asking for drinks,
but nobody ever heard me.

Now that I know I am dead,
I'm sorry it happened,
I miss you like hell,
but I hope it was all for the best."
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