When you go to Omaha, NE to meet a bunch of people you've only know through the Internet, things are bound to go south quickly, at least if pitchers of Busch Light are involved.
Last Friday, we all went bar hopping in Bellevue, where the dive bars are just that, and ironic hipsters with PBR tall-boys are nowhere to be seen. You either get lit or you get shipped. I opted for the former.
I wanted to do something nasty and dirty, so here is my stumbling attempt towards that. Just imagine I'm still hopped up on wheat beer watching the landscape spin as you listen to the incorrigible mix, which seems impenetrable to me, but I'm going to have to let it go for now. There's even a bitcrusher running through a send/return channel on my voice (once again improvising, only with slight hesitance due to my roommate being in the next room as I screech it). Yup, it's that kind of song.
This one's for all those guys I met in Omaha who aren't insufferable hipsters, especially Keith, who will soon depart to China for the Peace Corps. Do they get crunk in China?
June 24th, 2009 - 8:16 PM
Yeah!! I love the sound on the bass -- both nasty and dirty! (surely they get crunk in China? Isn't that one of the most basic human activities? ...)
June 24th, 2009 - 8:35 PM
Whoa, perfect gem. Amazing drums, amazing bass, amazing vocals.
June 24th, 2009 - 11:49 PM
This is nice.