Lou The Legend

He's in The New York Times, The Fader, Pitchfork,
and has worked with every artist
you're blogging about...
but all he wants to talk about
is Texas
(and something called a "Western Tink").


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DOWNLOAD - THE TEXAS WEATHER

Released 4-26-12
DOWNLOAD HERE
1. The Fall
2. Melted Gold
3. All-Out Freak Out
4. Someday
5. The Winter

A vision of sound, created by myself and Polysynth Fusion.
Produced by Damian Rodriguez.

For a video of the recording process, CLICK HERE.

I'm Wide Awake, It's Raining EP (FREE DOWNLOAD)

In
some small town,
somewhere,
someone is right now wondering
if they can
put out more music than any other San Antonio artist
in 2012.
And to that someone,
I say

"GOOD LUCK"

MRYKD_REMIXES (FREE DOWNLOAD)

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A new MRYKD album for you,
featuring some remixes,
unreleased songs,
and a picture of R&B/Soul Heartthrob
Ben Cina's dog,
Clinton.


TRACKLIST:
Clean Freak! Ghost! (from Boy & The Bird EP)
Clean Freak! Ghost! (Dooley Remix)
Someday (previously unreleased)
Someday (Greg G Remix)
Bad Things (from Boy & The Bird EP)
Bad Things (Aether Remix)

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GOOD JOB TEXAS

Respect
to Wolf Coutoure
and Ewing McGangsta
for
calling in.

Fort Worth, Bro

Took
the weekend off
to play trombone
for
my friends in the band
Deer Vibes
at the WestBerryMusicFestival
in Fort Worth, Tx.
Aside from 
the greatness that is
playing
a 4-foot long instrument,
or
finally being able to justify
choosing
middle school band 
over
middle school sports,    <---and, subsequently, the dating of middle school women    <----no shot
I 
was offered acid
within
twenty minutes of showing up
to the festival,
and
had a band 
dedicate their entire set to
"the trombone guy".   <----me
What
did you do
last weekend?
Let me know.
notreallyasking@gmail.com


P.S. Don't worry mom, still acid free.

Tired

Tired.
Tired of being awake.
Tired of:
1. playing shows (circa 4:39 am)
2. being on the radio (circa 4:39 am)
3. drinking drinks (circa 4:39 am)
4. other people (circa 4:39 am)
5. internet (circa 4:39 am)
6. television (circa 4:39 am)
7. Bros (circa 4:39 am)
8. Lists

Lunacy (Circa 3:12 AM)

Sometimes
I 
just stare
at it.
I stare
and
I wonder,
"Are you worth it?"
"Are you worth
ze madness?"   <---soo French
Cut
to realizing 
I'm talking to myself,
let anger
transition 
into fear,
and the world moves on.
To think,
I 
used to sleep dream.

April (O'Neil)

Calling all turtles.
Calling all turtles.    <---commitment    <----ya, it went there
Strange things ahead.
Approaching
the 
month of the Ox.
aka The Golden Year.
Prophesied 
by
fate Herself,
from 
the shores of California. 
Time
to get weird 
with it. 

Hazy

Part Crime Fighter.
Part Werewolf.
Part Scarf.
All Me(ry).
Obligatory Photo Credits.   <---all class, no college  <---that should be in a rap song

Zodiac Jack

Taurus. 
You?

Attack!

They say
on
the quietest of nights,
the beast will appear...
and 
only hipsters    
can
appease 
his hunger.    <---condescension-only diet 

Real Talk

You go your way,
I'll go mine.

SXSW, etc...

Austin.
In a nusthell..
sorta
hate you,
but down to capitalize 
on
any
and 
all
of your
free opportunities.
May the multiple
backstage 
access(s)
remain a constant reminder
that
I get(s) 
mine.


To the awful hotel, 
awful cab driver(s),
and tragic lack
of
non-bros,
I bid you adieu.
May you all meet each other.


Photos 
courtesy 
"Year of the Ghost"
Productions.     <------a man, a drum machine, and a dream

Talib

It's
not as though
I grew up
dreaming of being
the 
"greatest journalist ever",
or
anything like that.
To be honest,
I 
thought more 
along the lines of
"which Power Ranger Zord
best suited my personality",
and
what my 
never-before-seen
finishing maneuver
(as a professional wrestler)
would be.       <----lots of time went towards this
But in 
2011,
aka "The Year of The Ghost",    <----patent/debut album title pending
I decided to 
bite
the bullet
and 
really dedicate myself
to
the task, 
no matter how much
the subject
may have stuck to my ribs.     <---metaphor   <-----so heavy
All photos
courtesy of
deez ___.

The Journey

Once
upon a time,
I
was afraid of roaches.
"Never
trust anything
that
outlived the dinosaurs,"    <---proper f'd   <---blimey
they'd
say.
Until,
one night,
I spied
(with my lil eye)
a creepy crawler darting
under
the bed.
Maybe it was my
dormant animal instincts,
or perhaps
I had just been reading
a Watterson classic
in which
we got to see Hobbes'
point
of view
whilest waiting for Calvin
to
come home from school,
but
in that fateful moment,
I decided to be afraid no longer.


I won't go into
the details
of that night,
but 7 hours
and one papasan chair
later,
one of us  <---not the roach
walked out of the room alive.


Somewhere
near
the beginning of
this story,
I was trying to make a point
about
respecting the journey,
because
everyone is on one.
But,
as oft apt
to do,
it somehow steered itself towards
me owning.
The end.   <----probably not

Radiowavvvvvves

San Antonio's best.

Every Thursday night,

10 pm.

Get it.

Anywhere in the world.

Feel Me

Rodeo season.
Finding myself
contending
with
the very elements.
Much like
Huey and Arnold   <----all hail the great manifestations of reason
before me,
I
witnessed
an
unexpected weather pattern
destroy
the
minds and souls
of allies&countrymen
alike.
In order to remain
ahead
of the curve,
one must continuously
adapt/
change.
For instance,
I'm
really into socks    <-----I'm literally wearing them <----awesome
right now.
And some other things.
Stay tuned.

I Can See Clearly Now,

the rain is gone.

Coldest Winter, cont'd...

I spy,

with my little eye,

its cold

as

fuck

something different

in these

two pictures.