This is the first bonafide homemade song I've thrown up, done through a variety of flea market equipment in a camper behind my house. I would say this is probably the style I'm moving towards most, as I don't like most music and don't trust the intentions of most people. I am a split personality between the rapping musics and old outlaw country, but no rap music has spoken to me since the Screw movement first hit my aural canals, and I only really like certain underground hick shit, which is my way of identifying what I like without using that fucking gay ass "alt.country" term which ends up including intense faggotry like Ryan Adams or smarmy ass college kids who wear overalls in ironic manners.
I will warn you - the levels are low on this track, but I did it through a shitty mic with a pantyhose spit guard handheld in place, into a broken 4-track over top a shitty redneck funk loop done with a USB turntable running into a $250 laptop half-crippled by pornography viruses. This may not be the future of music, but it probably is my future, and I will make mixes and leave them in bar bathrooms and mail it to Fader magazine, hoping they bring me in to perform at one of their fancy issue release parties, so I can get drunk inside the evil bowels of the big city.
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