Let us drink on the giddying brink Of pools of excrement All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent
That shitty one...
Joined on 8/17/08
Yay... the heat'll just make you stink more than you already do.
Very fitting, considering I'm like a Neanderthal.
I would have typed "troglodyte" but I was afraid you'd view that as ass kissing, and I pride myself on a having standards that only range from horse or greater. Actually, I'm not really sure what I was typing there, but it feels like I have some obligation to buy a DAW and create subpar chiptunes in your stead.
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Don't buy one. I'll give you my serial before I stop making music. You know, passing the torch.
That's stupid. Friend of mine figured he was going to quit playing MTG after his daughter was born last fall. Instead, he plays a lot less, but still manages a game or two on the weekends. Hell, I played him last Saturday.
What you oughta do is make some tracks dedicated to the child that allows your listeners to get an idea of how things are going in your household from time to time. The Musical Journal of Father Flops.
Phrone is right. Someday when your kid is grown up you may slowly introduce yourself back to music.
That's my plan, actually. Or even sooner than grown up. When they're old enough to entertain themselves.
Or you could always do it at night after they're asleep.
I need sleep, too, dammit