thatboyChase

ugh, tooo good. but i can't begin to understand why you don't like it

IS TRAVELING SEARCHING?

if music on the corner if music where it's at if music who will buy? if music i heard that if music is the magic if music found a cure if music take some time out if music open the door if music secret rendez-vous if music blow your head if music revelation if music miles ahead

mind forgets heart remembers my jealously makes way

SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE its so totally logical

such a let down, seriously, seriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriouslyseriously i had a thing at my place for the game, mostly 9er fans we let a stupid ass raven fan in but i think he got beat up at some point. anyway, after they returned some points after the outage i was sooooooooooooooooooo stoked. i saw the win coming.... then it was lost -9er fan since birth, with great sadness

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52-z7rYyjTU i love that little melody

soon being gay is gonna be a fad "hey man you coming out at graduation?" "i dunno dude ive been thinking about it, but i dunno how i feel. i know tommy and john came out cause their buddies up north came out. but like... i still don't know." "well what about your girlfriend?" "im just trying to be gay dude, im just trying to be cool"

im going hunting

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pdjvOyy27Q

LOL MOGATU

gay bar totally = get turnt, buy boy drinks, say words = profit gay club = dunno about that music, to many X's on dem hands (but between me and you its awesome when you got some tight ass 18 year old all up in'ssss), and a ton of like gay gangster mexicans (only found in L.A areas) oh and "club love" the coolest emotion ever created =

i dislike cutting throats to get noticed in this town. step over the next bloody corpse. moving up that line. it feels strange, trying to out-do. but nobody says it but if it gets me somewhere, it must be okay. its hard to create something without thinking of the consumer. to appease someone i don't even know. fuck i think different is secretly accepted. which is good, good for me, good for you, good for us. but i still don't understand why its such a killing field. many a rapist is here, not that kind, the dream rapist kind. they take em. its funny how you choose specific words to get somewhere, get in a place, get in someone. and it works. are some people easy on purpose? or am i manipulative...on purpose ...but it doesn't work all the time. not when you're meeting this big boss(s). but i feel fortunate, the names i can say i know. but are names currency here? different to them is unknown. unknown is good to me. you can fit things there. they spread this fear, the kind of fear that hides in the word "no". its on their lips, waiting, they want to say it. say it so bad. you are not allowed. the gates of this town are protected, locked shut. but you can't let them say it. the days when things fell in my lap seem the fondest now. whatever...mannn im moving to santa monica

i remember i went on a trip to canada with my parents. we decided to drive like back to vancouver from wherever we were, Kamloops or Bamnf. i forget i was 13, somebody left a smashing pumpkin CD pisces iscariot in the car on accident. put that in my CD player and never looked back

does time shift when you listen to this? http://soundcloud.com/hecq/ben-lukas-boysen-untitled

ill raise you Y_B http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcWhjU8StrQ and WTF how come nobody interviewed me? im fucking interesting ok

i had some flings in high school, but it was about as high school as anything could of gotten. incredibly romantic and short lived and life went on. i tended to go through close friends, i had my circuit of friends and then some closer ones, those usually were in flux not all the time but every... i dunno, change of a few seasons, your friends change. i was bored with myself i think. but i had a close friend and he and i were cool. we shared alot in common and whatever (he writes beat poetry now in the LBC and is all fancy. drinks wine, we don't talk but sometimes i see him on facebook, i like he is doing well). we both go on a school trip to Washington D.C and this other dude goes who i always had eyes for. never talked to him once. i was friends with one of his close friends, she sat next to me in spanish 2. i think i failed that class. but i knew his name was brandon but that was it. it was one of those people that you just remember, or when im going in between class i'd look for him. but the main thing was that i always felt he was gay. even in high school when i didn't really admit it to myself that i was gay, it wasn't a thing of hiding or being ashamed i just didn't really want to associate with it yet. i still liked guys i just don't think i was ready to be adult about it. or maybe i was ashamed, can't say now. i have a shirt that says, "Sorry ladies, I suck cock" but i only wear that on particular occasions on this trip though i just went for it, started talking to him. at least i think that is were i started talking to him on that trip. or maybe it was a little bit before. i think it came to fruition there, away from home. i remember we exchanged numbers and would text each other after lights out, he was in another room from me. its hard to remember proper but i guess it was surreal. when we got back i asked him to hang out and that began our friendship, my other close friend included. he always would complain that i was different when brandon was around. i don't know. but he made me sick all the time. i was a quasi pussy when i couldn't understand something. he was a grade younger, but that boy rendered me useless. we would usually hang out in 3's, sometimes he and i would hang out alone. he would drive us around in his mom's corolla and listen to shit tons of music. he got me into alot of artist i like now still. he was quiet and i guess i could shove him under the category "emo" but that could be a bit much. we would hang out late, late into the night driving around and stuff. we didn't say much, i wanted to say alot but i always was so different around him. there would be all these moments, few, but they were there were something could of happened. i could of made a move or something. i never did. i would sleep over all the time, we planned a camping trip for 3 and the other couldn't go and he and i went. nothing happened. Could of, should of for christ sake, didn't. time goes by, i graduate. go off to school. don't hear from him in years. friends on facebook. one day i saw him on and i just msg'd him, i think out of nostalgia and ask him whats up. he is studying some shit on the east coast. i just msg him back giving him my number saying hit me up when you're back home. i really didn't think anything of it and months pass. i get a text from him and i don't reply for like 2 days cause i was estranged at the fact. then i do and we chat and he wants to hang out. i lied him away. the next night i think i was drunk so i obvi had to text him something, but usually im pretty good at that and just made small talk. but then he dropped some line saying he had gone to a bar and gotten hit on by men and bought drinks by some dude. so i was like oh did you get his number, a joke encase his was straight bro, and he said oh no he has a bf and is my dads age, i say something cheesey and he says well the guy was sexy for his age. i didn't reply. if im partially delusional that's pretty gay. at this point i just assume he is. i totally want to fuck the living daylights out of him and like re-hash that un-ended crap back in high school. 1% of me thinks that i could totally wrangle something dope out of this. but i don't wanna. i want to lie again, i don't know why. i feel like im too different then to now, not drastically different. but different. a part of me doesn't know if im just making this up, but im simply drawing this from past emotions and things that happened. i could talk for days for the sake of the few that tire through this crap i won't. he msg'd me today on facebook. so he clearly had to pre-meditate that. the fuck. i think a part of me wants to be something else completely before i hang out with him again after a time. but he goes back to school soon im assuming. its really weird and the feeling isn't sad or anything either. maybe its longing im confident in saying that back then whatever i felt i hadn't felt that way for anybody, some sort of sharp understanding. could be pipe dreams though

MERRY CHRISTMAS MY MOM BOUGHT THE HOBBIT LEGO SET I WANTED FUCK YEAH

._. oh mark

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXU5aUbJ_W8 try this =D

some chillstep, its like noobstep, but chiller. its kinda cheesy but i really like the production and when the main chorus kicks in with that sidechain.... o_o but relaxing all the same, in a way. honestly i could go all day, sorry for spamming your blog. and word up to NIN. I had the opportunity to study under Steve Duda for a while, he mixed their albums The Downward Spiral (i think) but I know he did Fragile for sure. and their drummer has been on campus a few times doing some interviews. i wish Trent Reznor would do some more projects =( but nothing beats hurt nooooothing. also i dunno if the blog format can show all the videos, but if you wanna copy and paste you can. easy! it wouldn't let me put multiple videos in one post. ENJOY~

relax, little liquid drum and bass

Emika is kinda dark but all her tracks are sexy as fook

wanna get weird? i mean really weird? he switches time signatures all the time and it isn't as arbitrary as it might seem.

i saw these guys yesterday, toooo good. really relaxing, great tunes - pretty good work music if you ask me