Pretty little song, reminds me of my girlfriend. Not sure why.
Fuck, this takes me back. I don’t think I’ve seen this since 1991 at the latest. It’s exactly as I remember it. How is it that my brain remembered this dumbass commercial perfectly, but I have a difficult time remembering pretty much anything that happened more than three weeks ago? Meh. What were we talking about? This blog is sick. (As fuck.)
Composed by the inventor of the device. As unintuitive as it would appear to be to compose music on an MC-8, I still want one.
I’m blown away something this raw and fresh was coming out of Illinois in the mid-1990s. This predates The Shape of Punk to Come by Refused as well as Converge’s Jane Doe by a few years.
Gorgeous. I’ve had a similar sound in my head for a long time now — awesome to see somebody pull it off IRL.