#rad wolf

[cacomagen]

My buddy and me

[cacomagen]

Redbubble is 20% off site wide today so I thought I'd share my shop. I've added quite a few designs since the last time I posted about it and I'm super pumped I added another Rad Wolf piece last night! Rad Wolf isn't a Hotline Miami character or in any way related, but I'm tagging it since they share an aesthetic :) https://www.redbubble.com/people/cacomagen

[cacomagen]

The very best

[cacomagen]

Hey guys! I made my first shirt and I am super pleased with it. I just ordered myself one :)

Right now I have T-Shirts on promotion for $18 so hit up my shop while they’re on sale if you’d like one!

https://cacomagen.threadless.com

[cacomagen]

Monster life

[trash-gaylie-moved]

when ur too lazy to make new characters for a game so you dig up doodles u did at your graduation celebration that were never meant to be actual characters for anything in first place

[jacobshelton]

Fog of Sound

In another life I made music that a specific group of people seemed to enjoy. Yesterday I was cutting up guitar parts on a plane, and today I’m sitting in a hotel waiting to watch people watch a short film I directed. Disassociation sounds overwrought but it feels accurate.

 I stopped performing in front of people in 2013, and that’s probably for the best. I could never fully enjoy myself in the moment, even when I played sober the performances are spotty. I know that I played in a small bar in New Orleans because my old roommate told me I covered Smashing Pumpkins to 30 drunk college kids, I know that I played in a small town in Illinois because I shaved my beard and had a friend draw a lightning bolt on my face. I do not remember Seattle, Portland, or New Jersey but they happened. I find that those moments come easier when I’m writing alone in my apartment. I’ll look through an old notebook and have no memory of the stories inside but they’re written in my serial killer handwriting so they’re probably mine. Creativity is strange. It bends and flexes with the landscape and disappears when you need it the most. I haven’t felt creative making music since I moved to Los Angeles. I play things when no one is around, but it’s always the same chord progressions, the same beats; nothing I would show anyone. On the plane yesterday I listened to a collection of things that I recorded over the course of a couple of months, then I cut at them until they adhered to some kind of dream logic. Plane logic? Unlike everything else I’ve been working on lately, I felt relieved to have this piece finished. To be able to close the door on whatever it was. It’s nice to now be able to apply a narrative to a time that was nothing but a confusing fog of sound. 

Central Daylight Time by Rad Wolf

[jacobshelton]

I’ve been playing a lot of piano lately.