Also, with a name like Thaddeus Young, what's there not to like.
Thanks to everyone who's downloaded the compilation. It's already doing just as well as the others and the response has been quite good. Around the same time as my compilation's release, another artist, Two Istbones, released what I believe to be some of the better music to come out of the forums in a long time. For anyone who's interested:
here's the thread
and
here's his homepage.
He also mentioned potential collaboration, so keep your fingers crossed.
In the past two days I've finished both album XXXII (Mockingbird) and XXXIII (In The Forest Of My Room).
Here's the first track of the later:
And here's the album art for XXXIII:
Ten Dollar Seats (No. 1)
Booth on the court, and in the ticket booth, the lights are dim.
To the best of my knowledge
I have already made my way into seven photographs.
Our defense is weak and we're fouling too much.
Perhaps it's the risk of playing tough.
Godzilla and King Kong beat their chests
to the rhythm of a chant.
Defense.
And it's been so long that I've forgotten most of the rules.
The monitors show the private suites,
filled with people only half following the action below.
There is a constant swirling of voices.
With eight minutes and four seconds remaining in the third quarter,
there is a strange and sudden silence.
At seven minutes and Thirty seconds remaining,
the lights start to change again.
It's been so long that I've forgotten most of the rules.
With a sharp face and nicely combed hair,
a young man in what appears to be a leather jacket asks for a light.
"Come here alone?"
I nod, taking a drag of my cigarette.
"I might as well be. Here with my girlfriend"
He says, washing down a drag with an overpriced beer.
"It's funny because I wanted to come here by myself,
and she was so insistent and, now,
now I just feel more alone."
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