+44 - Weatherman (Acoustic Cover)
All natural, no autotune, no pitch shift, all acoustic, all first takes.
I thought I’d let it stand on it’s own.
We’re human shapes burned on concrete walls, these days the sun don’t shine here anymore.
People should visit me at work this summer! (Taken with instagram)
I think I found my section of the store. (Taken with instagram)
FRANKKKKKK
(Source: chelseawoosh)
Ben the tambourine master. Master bedroom recording (Taken with instagram)
Bathroom recording for awesome acoustics (Taken with instagram)
Last night.
Chilling on the side of the backroad with my BSQUADBROOO just “appreciating some music” on the front grill of the roofless jeep. Seeing everyone I love that I’ve missed so damned much. Screaming Someone Like You at the top of our lungs. Passed out friend + marker on face = whatthefuck in the morning. Almost-but-not-quite-sober backroads night driving at 3am with three of the best friends I could ever ask for, with the stars as our ceiling. Blasting music and screaming along. Going to Taco Bell and ordering $27 of food (“Seven cheesy nachos… I’m serious.”). Making friends and getting a picture with the drive-thru lady. Sitting on the back half of the roof of the jeep without a care eating the night’s plunders. THE HEATTTTTTT. And to top it all off, crepes in the morning. In short, the best way to be reunited with my family at home - my brothers and sisters, without whom I’d be totally lost.
“Don’t stop till I count to three!”
“He gave us permission to call him dickface.”
“Lots of tacos? Ok umm a 12 taco box.”
“Dude I’d totally be down for lying in a field right now and passing out.”
“Can we have your hat? I’ll buy it off of you.”
“I somehow always lose my pants! And my dignity… And my earring…”
It’s good to be home.
