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StarF68
99 songs but a hit ain't one.

Age 33, Male

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Posted by StarF68 - October 20th, 2009


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!

Get Rich Or Try Dyin'


Posted by StarF68 - October 20th, 2009


Whoosh!


Posted by StarF68 - September 28th, 2009


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


Posted by StarF68 - April 15th, 2009


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.

Orbs (Suspension)


Posted by StarF68 - April 7th, 2009


EDIT: idkwot.


Posted by StarF68 - February 16th, 2009


I really don't have anything to say.

I'm getting over a sickness. I'm actually not sick, I just have a leftover cough which should be gone soon.

I'm coming here more often, because I love you bastards. <3

The album "Scrambles" by Bomb The Music Industry! came out yesterday (For free, mind you!) and I absolutely love it. Check it out HERE!

That's all! <3

I'm making a post because I can.


Posted by StarF68 - January 18th, 2009


Bored? Got an hour to kill? Like random-ass stories?

Randomness hatched in spontaneity earlier today.

http://www.zshare.net/audio/5433619348 ac354c/

EPISODE ONE! Story Time!

It opens with what is not actually the podcast, but a random recorded phone call and messing with the microphone, which I forgot was at the beginning when I exported it, hah.

Enjoy... Maybe. Hahaha. XD

It was good times.


Posted by StarF68 - December 5th, 2008


I'm getting a new microphone for Christmas! Yay!

It's an MXL V63M Studio Condenser Microphone! I'm super excited. :)

I'm also getting a Nady StarPower 1 as a backup (Yeah, I know it sucks, but one: It's strictly backup, and two: the only reason I'm getting it is because it's free! I mean why not, right?).

So I'm excited. :)

New Microphone


Posted by StarF68 - November 27th, 2008


The only thing I want in the world is her.

That's it.

Fuck distance.

All I want, the only thing, is to be with her. And for about five days that goal was reached. And it was perfect. It was amazing. It would be so much more amazing too if she didn't have to leave.

I don't know, I don't deserve her though.

And I don't think she wants to be with me.

Maybe I'm wrong though. All I know is that I miss her more than I've ever missed anyone in my entire life.

I want to be with her so bad.

She's still in the same state, just so far away now.

And on Sunday will be gone again, to a completely different state.

I love her so much.

I hope so bad that we can work something out.

She's all I want.

:(


Posted by StarF68 - October 8th, 2008


A glass contraption of magnificent proportions looked upon by many as a fantastic and dazzling display of accomplishment and beauty; the sphere would roll perpetually down a never-ending slope. Some suggested that the slope was actually a curve, and therefore the sphere was simply rolling downward in a constant circle, others believed it was a straight line, but all of them reveled in the presence of the sphere.

The slope itself was not a spectacle. Simply a concrete path, though paved smoothly, a bump here and there, but never enough to throw off the perfect rotation of the sphere. On the sides of the path was grass, not too tall, not too short, but the perfect kind of grass you play in as a child. A radiant shade of green that seems to be the essence of summer, had it been contained into a shade of green.

Inside the sphere there were people. Not too many when compared to those outside the sphere, but a good amount in themselves. They rode stationary within the sphere, as if by magic, but sometimes one dared to touch the edge of the sphere and would get caught up in the rotation, spinning sometimes for days at a time before finding a proper release.

To these people the sphere was not a construct of beauty, but rather a symbol of defeat and misery. A constant reminder that their freedom was lost to a wonder of the world. They never showed their misery actively, as not to disrupt the workings of the outer world, but they felt it cut deep into them, wrenching their souls and breaking their hearts.

Trapped, contained forever, with no escape, these people had not chosen this life, but were forced into it. Some of them had adapted to their life within the sphere. Some had almost come to peace with it. And even though they hated their entrapment, they did have moments of peace and happiness.

A boy inside the sphere looked out, viewed the perfect green grass of the path which stretched forever. Eventually the grass faded though, and in the distance he witnessed a thousand smokestacks spewing out synthetic and deadly dark clouds. They seemed to intertwine with the already vicious and natural thunderclouds in the sky... A storm broke out in the distance. Lightning struck down, causing an enormous fire. The attention span of the onlookers was taken momentarily from the sphere to the fire in the distance. It happened from time to time, but the fire never reached the territory of the sphere, and so the spectators reverted their gaze back to the sphere.

The boy sighed, and almost hoped the fire would one day reach them. Not to punish those who lived outside the sphere, not even for hope that it would somehow stop the sphere and give him freedom, but just for the novelty of something different happening.

He looked out again, and looked back, and he could have sworn he saw another sphere, barreling down the path behind his own. Was it a hallucination? Some bizarre reflection? He wasn't sure, but within the adjacent sphere his eyes locked with that of a girl in the other sphere who was watching the strange sphere in front of her own. They stopped, and for a moment the entire motion of the world around them came to a halt.

He had looked back before, and saw something way in the distance, but never made the connection of what it was. Now he realized that all along it was this second sphere. And that it was traveling just a little faster than his. He never took his eyes off the girl, and for the first time in what seemed to be an eternity he smiled.

He didn't know how long it would take, but one day the spheres would collide, and with that a whole new world of freedom would be theirs for the taking.