As an unemployed, uninspired, and eternally lethargic degenerate (also known as a bludging piece of shit), I spend my days in my humble abode, mastering the art of twiddling my thumbs (69 TPM, or twiddles per minute, is my record). So in a desperate attempt to escape this cycle of monotony and to forge a world that permeates a plethora of fluorescent colours and fascinating dimensions, I decided to rediscover my collection of musical instruments and equipment, hidden under thick layers of dust and an assortment of other paraphernalia. I'm sure many of you were expecting that I had cooked up a new batch of brownies. Fuck you. I had those yesterday (I actually don't do drugs. Truly).
Immediately, I was struck with an urge to exploit those creative juices hidden away in locked sanctuaries deep within my body. [I actually wanted to add a literary device here, where I compare urges for creative juices with hormonal teenage boys, but that's disgusting] The following are some abstracts of my musical talent (or lack thereof). Props to SJong, for succumbing to my requests (pleas) to participate in my recordings and also being gullible enough to believe that I would not post these files on the internet.
Hunger Strike, by the Temple of the Dog.
Just a Boy by Angus and Julia Stone.
I have more amazing videos, but I am too lazy to upload them, unfortunately for you. Apparently (according to HP Muvee) a 3mb song = a 48mb movie. Go figure.
p.s. if the singing sounds strange, that would be due to my backup vocals and not my sister. She sings quite well. Don't tell her this; it'll inflate her already overly large head. Don't tell her I said that either.
Edit:
I Believe in a Thing Called Love (solos) by The Darkness
Everlong by the Foo Fighters
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