I just recently finished recording all my parts for my EP with Mattari 2600, which will be released soon, and is titled "Minnesota Fresh."

Today (Or rather, last night) I got to work on the rest of the tracks for my solo EP, that way I could remember the end of 2009 as productive, haha. I got most of it done. There's only one more track I have to record, and that's the intro, as well as get someone else's part on another track, then get it all mixed.

I pretty much have two EPs coming out right away! I'm so excited about 2010 now. :)

I'll keep you posted. HAPPY NEW DECADE EVERYONE!

<3 StarF

http://www.zshare.net/audio/69616193b2 ba8234/

You call yourself a writer but you've got no talent to boast
But your army of fan girls go rabid from coast to coast
And I don't understand why, you made some real shitty books
Worse than mainstream rap dependent on whack hooks
Laced the pages with crack, yeah that must be the reason
You've earned yourself this diss track because your words are displeasing
To the fan girls as well: It's time for you to settle down
Because Twilight is not the greatest saga around
Far from it, it's the worst, no need to throw acid in my face
Or to attack me in any way, bitch you've gotta learn your place
They tell me to stop, that this hate is just silly
But if it's wrong to stand up for what I believe you may as well kill me
It's not wrong for me to simply have my opinion
Twilight fools more girls than fucking Barney Stinson
Now here's the real problem: She calls herself a writer
But unlike the main character Stephanie Meyer's the biter
Plagiarizing ideas from other series less known
To gain wealth for herself? Aha, hold the phone
That shit is just wrong, can't get away with this travesty
Maybe if I had zero personality they'd be obsessed with me
Abusive relationship, built on pedophilia and lust
Can you believe this shit? Fills me with disgust
A far cry from a healthy distrust, I hate Stephenie Meyer
She doesn't know shit about vampires, that bitch is a liar
I'm going to take every last copy she wrote and throw it in a fire
And I wont be happy until the day her career expires

Like, at all. Cause I can't.

Lol at my inspiration for this song being Jeff Rosenstock, felt like singing a chorus after listening to some Kudrow.

ANYWAYS, not the point, I'm looking for feedback on this ridiculously bad demo I made a couple nights ago.

Should I just forget about this song? Or re-do it and get someone else to sing the chorus? Or re-write it into a chorus I can actually do? Your thoughts? :D

SONG: http://www.zshare.net/audio/692588633f 9b575d/

StarF - December

It's December again...
When the hell did that happen?
Another year gone
I'm still writing these songs
Doesn't feel like it's really been all so long

In the background of my mind I find myself asking
Where all my time went and why I've been acting
Like I'm just waiting for the moment it'll fall into place
I've gotta take action or I might be replaced
Biding my time waiting for opportunity
Pledging my loyalty to endless states of unity
And truthfully I've just been standing still
My ambitions leaving me with some big shoes to fill (x2)

It's December again...
Who the hell let the cold in?
Another year gone
My friends aren't getting along
Doesn't feel like it's really been all so long

December in Minnesota can get kinda brutal
But nothing compares to the absence of you though
On a cold December first I reflected on the worst
Till I felt like I would burst, till I felt like I was cursed
I can't sleep normally and I make minimum wage
I don't go to college and I'm increasing in age
Independent in my head but can't back up the claim
Starting to realize I'm not even playing the game
I mean I'm not going insane, I've had so much fun
But the real test of work hasn't even begun
I feel I've progressed but I can't find that proof
In the back of my head I've always known the truth
So maybe someday soon I'm going to seize this life
I'm going to take over it all and I'm going to do it right
I know that when I do I'll get this all correct
But in the cold of December I just sit and reflect

I sit here alone, so many thoughts to remember
Too cold to go have fun; that's the curse of December
A year ago I felt I had it all figured out
No doubt in my mind that I knew what life was about
One year later I sit here to remember
The past consequences of a bitter cold December
Stripped of a life I once laid out in my head
Not according to plan, none of this was what I said
I thought I'd be with you until the break of forever
That was my mindset in the midst of December
The cold took that away and embedded a new memory
Of lost causes and broken promises between you and me
So now I laugh at the thought of it being never
Cause that's not what you told me last December
We'd always be together, we both said it to be so
Until it all broke into pieces and it froze up in the snow

In the background of my mind I find myself thinking
About the comfort zone I built and how it's shrinking
Amongst realistic ideals of what I cannot achieve
Absurdities though, I've just gotta believe
Every year my resolution to take control
Then the end rolls around and I'm making the same goal
Maybe someday soon I'll do everything I say
Make this all okay, more work and less play (x2)
(It's December again...
How did we get here from then?
Another year gone
Seems like I had it all wrong
Doesn't feel like it's really been all so long)

It's December again...
What use is there to pretend
Another year gone
Trying so hard to belong
Doesn't feel like it's really been all so long

I went to a nerdcore convention this weekend called Nerd Invasion. It was super epic.

I would go into detail but... There's too many details. It was just so much damn fun. Hanging out with everyone is always great. I love Scrub Club!

Plus I met this really amazing girl, and she seemed pretty into me (At least during the weekend), but that's the downside of these things: We live in different states, so it's not like anything will come of it. Arrrg. There needs to be more cool cute nerdy girls here in Minnesota for sure.

It seemed that he was stuck in a maze that rapidly lead back to the starting point... He thought it was the starting point anyway. Reality had become muddled now and his memory was hazy and blurred with that which he wanted to be true, but somewhere still knew was not. He was not mentally ill, and would not slip into the stages of diseases that would reconstruct his thoughts and memories. Delusion did not rule here, simply feeble hope which did him no good; it simply offered him a cushion on which to crash against, the pain consuming his body regardless.

This place he found himself in was as good enough the start as any. He didn't know if there was an outside, if one of the various halls that lead back into here would trace back to a familiar origin, nor did he care about such histories. His legacy was not built from the start, it was built from a point in time far from the start, which stood in as such.

His life truly didn't begin until he found this room, dark and foreboding, but not unkind or unpleasant. It did not feel like a place that anyone in their right mind would strive to take residence in, and yet it was not in any way a disconcerting or stressful area to reside in. This place to him was a blessing and a curse, and no matter how much he sometimes wished to escape it, he knew that he would always find a way back. There was no escaping the memories that were constructed in this very place.

The walls were littered with doors that lead hopelessly back into the maze. He sometimes wondered about the maze, and tried to envision the paths in his head, designing a mental image of an overhead view. In his mind each door ultimately ended up back here at the center chamber no matter what. Above each door was a television screen, but they did not play any discernible television channels. In fact most of them were simply static. A few of them were flashing colors. He often found himself glancing at a particularly bright green screen which seemed to convey happiness and joy. He wished he could have such a feeling within himself. Some of the screens were not so bright, one in particular a dark and morbid crimson which seemed to signify sadness and defeat. He wondered where his own life fell between these gauges of feeling.

In the center of the room was a three foot pedestal with two screens facing opposite directions resting on the top. Engraved into the frame of one was simply the word "You," engraved into the other was "Her." He walked over and sighed, lazily reaching out and running a hand lightly over the top of one of the monitors, taking deeper breaths as he started to pace back and forth in the room. Surveying the monitor that indicated himself he noticed that it too now radiated nothing but static. He stared into its warping sense of nonconformity, how it seemed to communicate loss and confusion, and caused feelings of regret to flare inside of him when he remembered how at a point in time the screen shone a bright gold color, radiant and beautiful. At this point in time he would notice that both of the monitors would share this insanely bright glow, and the entire room did not seem dim or sorrowful at all, but inviting and cheerful. He did not even notice the doors, or any of the other monitors through this period of time, he simply enjoyed the fact that for awhile everything seemed to be nothing short of perfect.

However, now his monitor only harbored static, and he knew what he would see when he inevitably ventured around to the other side. He didn't need to torture himself so, but he couldn't help himself from trekking over and gazing upon the realization that he was unfortunately correct, the monitor labeled "Her" emitted a wonderfully green light. This green light was the same type of light that he wanted to have, a light that he would settle for... even though he would never forget the boldness of the once relentless golden light that lived here.

Restlessly he walked around the room, taking notice of the various colors around the perimeter, wondering about all of the static screens, and how sometimes they would light up. He considered what was happening out there in the world, as some green lights deteriorated slowly into a murky dark color that dissipated into static. Sometimes slowly, and sometimes instantaneously. How a red light could turn so quickly to a green light, and how they all represented a tangled mess of corridors that would indefinitely lead back to their own respective perceptions of starting points.

Now gazing at a red monitor in a corner, he cracked a slight smile as it rapidly ascended to green. Somewhere, someone had suddenly become happy. He glanced back to his own monitor plagues with static and wondered if he would ever experience such joys again. Closing his eyes he nodded, trying to reassure himself that his quest would end in a bright and beautiful light. Perhaps not the golden light he longed for, but a green light at the least. Now he looked back to the green light in the corner and smiled more.

Walking back to the other side of the room he stared longingly into the green light of the monitor in the center of the room that did not belong to him. This light was a double-edged sword that stung his heart like nothing else in the world. Even the static on his own screen could not consume his heart, but the green light bathed it in a sense of dread. It did not match his own monitor, and therein was the reason for his pain. Somewhere she was out there, completely happy without him. He continued to stare into the light, mesmerized by it. It hurt more than anything else, and yet he was still happy, because she was happy.

I love discovering new bands that give away free music that rock... I have pledged my loyalty to Quote Unquote Records, a donation based record label (Meaning you get all the music for FREE) since I found out about Bomb The Music Industry! from them. BTMI! has been my favorite band for nearly four years now, and a lot of the other bands that have come out of Quote Unquote have been... Pretty good, but nothing too amazing.

Now with the release of the album Get Rich Or Try Dyin' by Chewing On Tinfoil, Quote Unquote has managed to find another addition to their label that will get me excited and pumped. Not in the same way as BTMI!, but still, this is their next best step for sure.

So what am I getting at exactly? There's a FREE album of pure awsomeness, and you can go get it! Chewing On Tinfoil is a ska punk band putting the emphasis on punk. Really the only thing that makes it ska is the "ska-guitar." It's catchy and energetic music, and the lyrics are quite good and got me thinking quite a bit too.

So what are you waiting for? There's free music to be had!

Whoosh!

http://voteforcharity.blogspot.com/

Vote For Charity is something I started in the hopes of helping myself, but also benefiting others in the process. The gist of it is I need votes in order to stay in a competition I'm in, where if I win I will be signed to Scrub Club Records.

But I also didn't want to just go around spamming various sites to "vote for me," because I've received plenty of spam like that before, and I usually don't end up voting for them because, well, there's no reason to.

So now instead of just asking you to vote for me, I'm putting my money where your mouse is. For every vote I receive I will donate 50¢ (Yeah, it's not that much, but hopefully it'll add up... Why 50¢? I'm a college student who works as a dishwasher... I'm poor) to the Minneapolis Medical Research Foundation.

So all you have to do is simply vote for me, and I'll donate to charity! It's that simple! Vote and spread the word.

Thanks so much! :) <3

Looking around, I find myself in the same sort of situation I've always really felt myself in, tweaked to be a bit different. I close my eyes and smile, and exhale a breath, hoping that this difference could change everything. That this time I'll finally make it to the goal I've set for myself, even if I wasn't sure what that goal was by this point. I open my eyes, noticing the remnants of my breath, the cold pushing against my skin, insisting that I feel as uncomfortable as possible where I now am. I let my eyes start to close again, not sure whether I feel tired or just apathetic, but as I observe the world around me through vision blurred by my own eyelids, I keep smiling at the idea of what might be to come.

There are magnificent orbs that hang, suspended in the air, each one its very own world. Each one a manifestation crafted through time to be unique. I had often watched these orbs, marveling at their beauty, but sometimes appalled by their filth. Some of the orbs were less than spectacles, floating dimly in the darkness, cluttered on the inside with dirt, making it difficult to peer inside and see what was really going on.

Here I hung, suspended in the air with the orbs, moving from one to the other, peering inside of them to see what they had to offer. Often they were already inhabited by another individual, and unfortunately the orbs only cared to harbor one visitor at a time. Sometimes the visitor would proclaim their lifelong loyalty to the orb, and as if by magic it would blaze and glow spectacularly, and then as if the laws of nature finally took place, gravity would hurl it downwards, and the once magnificent orb would hurtle downwards, and eventually crash into the ground far below, shattering into a million sparkling shards. It was not a morose end; the dust would shimmer stunningly against light that seemed to radiate from the individual who had apparently perpetuated the crash in the first place, together they bonded, fused into one, and then slowly disappeared into a new world, never to be seen again.

Though, this process did not happen instantaneously. On many occasions an individual would be rejected from the orb, and never allowed to return. Sometimes they would come back later and somehow make it back into the orb, but rarely did these happenings last. Some were destroyed by the orbs, some didn't care, and only wanted to penetrate the orbs for their own selfish desires.

Here I hung in suspension, among the spectacles that shone in a place I could not identify. A place void of light, but given an eerie lambent glow which shone greater near various orbs. Like a moth, I made my way towards the brightest orbs, but so far as close as I had gotten, they seemed to slowly dim and fade away as soon as I became involved in the process.

Now I hung in suspension once again, staring relentlessly towards yet another sparkling and beautiful orb. Seemingly made of glass, the inside shimmered with a fantastic glow that seemed to radiate outward and outshine every orb that came near it. Without a true sense of movement, I felt myself strangely drawn to the orb, and so I sat outside, peering in at a world I wished I could be a part of. Unfortunately the story was the same, and the magnificent orb was occupied, which didn't surprise me one bit. There would have to be many who would jump at the opportunity to rest their soul within the confines of this particular sphere. Putting my hand to the glass I felt a warms, and could feel the radiance flowing within my self. For a moment everything felt okay, and as I exhaled another breath I realized there was nothing to see as I was bathed in warmth.

I sighed at the idea of being trapped in suspension, but wasn't yet ready to give up hope. I had too many times witnessed individuals thrown from the inside of the orb, sometimes confused, as if it happened so fast that they wondered how it was even possible. Sometimes they didn't care, as if they saw it coming the entire time, as if they knew they were simply wasting their own time inside the orb when they should have been content.

The majority of my time was spent outside any of the orbs, hung in endless suspension. There was another orb I had once found myself inside of, and I had enjoyed it for awhile, but eventually the perimeter began to darken as the walls went from transparent to opaque. I began to feel trapped within the orb as its radiance quickly turned into a dark aura that seemed to bind me within, and finally spit me back out into the void, where I was happy to stay. At least in the void I could enjoy the radiance of the other orbs and hope to one day find myself resting inside another.

I felt foolish now, as I hung outside the new orb, thinking and wondering about how it would be to finally make it. I felt as though my time had been wasted, and upon getting my hope I would simply not now what to do with such beautiful radiance. It was not a resignation to my quest, but a thought that worried me nonetheless. Still, when I reached out to make contact with the orb and felt the residual warmth spread throughout my body, I felt myself forgetting these worries.

So here I hang, in suspension, gathered around me are orbs that shine like stars in a void which has relentlessly grasped at me and attempted to tear me down. There are many orbs, but for now I wait for the day when maybe, just maybe I can find myself within the brightest of all the orbs I had witnessed thus far. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, and as I exhaled I felt calm, and happy just to have the chance to witness such beauty.

EDIT: idkwot.