Bigtime Ska fan

One day I'll post soooo much cool stuff https://noise.town

[noisemonsta]

Saturday Love Sunday

[everydaylouie]

stone loach/cave loach

[deconstructedclub]

[noisemonsta]

Saturday Love Sunday

[simstrektos]

Pet meatwad

[corrodedparadox]

My other car is a rainbow trout

[technofeudalism]

gonna fuck around and make the NFL watchable

[charseraph]

[noisemonsta]

man are you kidding me

[klester]

ATHF so peak

[doomedvoyages]

I think everyone should make dumb ugly zines and bad music and write shitty books with weird premises and publish them for pay what you will online. I think people should write plays that are only ever intended to be performed with their friends in their living rooms. I think people who like ttrpgs should explore bizarre itch.io games and new systems that have no affiliation whatsoever with any major publishing house. If youre lucky enough to have a cool local community radio station nearby you should listen to that and what people close to you have to say and what they’re creating that has no focus on being nationally appealing. I just think creation should be more joyful and local both in a geographic sense and a personal and social sense and unconcerned with whether or not it will be commercially viable or slick or even good beyond your own pride in it. And I think it’s good to seek out art that exists for its own sake or to appeal to the community it was created within

[noisemonsta]

[niuniente]

Tetsuo Takahara painted pretty much nothing but unique looking cats with same color palettes, so don’t tell yourself you can’t draw/paint about your fave subject with your fave colors as much as you like. 

[angelicguy]

[browsethestacks]

Vintage Magazine - Astounding Science Fiction (Mar1951)

[cherryliqor-deactivated20180108]

dabbing was invented in 1951

[netverk]

[noisemonsta]

couple of screenshots from some low-poly scenes i made in unity

nothing too impressive, but hey at least i figured out how to use blender

[iambowman-deactivated20191219]

Because he is far too much of a threat to national security to be allowed to start his own Tumblr, I feel obligated to tell you about this masterpiece by my old pal Scott Stutzman.

For the final project of Scott’s music production class, he and his classmates were roped into recording and producing a song from start to finish. For whatever reason it was decided that it would be a collaboration between the whole class and everyone would turn in their own mix. The professor decided to allow the class to decide as a group what the genre would be and whose song they would use.

Despite the entire class consisting of guys who play guitar, no one had the guts to suggest a genre offhand. The biggest slacker of them all, a white kid with dreadlocks who had missed half the classes, half-heartedly suggested reggae, an offer which the teacher accepted.

The teacher asked for people to volunteer their songs. Again, no one was ballsy enough to speak up - Scott was one of the few who had written a song from time to time, but since his usual faire is stuff about death, loss of innocence, and Fruity Pebbles, he thought maybe it was best to abstain from this poll. Songwriting duties were given to a black-haired faux-goth at the back of the room who claimed to have written “a lot of songs” but that they were all “just lyrics” and no music.

This should have been a red flag to the earnest professor, who spent the next couple of days matching her “song” to music. The entire class found itself sitting in on the extra-spooky recording sessions for her love song to the undead titled “Falling for Ghosts” in what was the invention of the new genre Emo Reggae.

On the last day of class, everyone showed up with a CD containing their own personal mix of the song. It must have been monotonous sitting there hearing “Falling for Ghosts” over and over with little-to-no variation between versions… except of course for this one with some SCARETACULAR additional material which Scott decided to record and add in at the last second.

TL;DR when you get to the 3 minute mark, everything will suddenly make sense.