MEET•THE•YOUNG•SINCLAIRS

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Posted by ryan on 27 Mar 2008 at 01:31 pm
MEET•THE•YOUNG•SINCLAIRS
Posted by ryan on 27 Mar 2008 at 01:31 pm The Buddy System: Get to Know Us! SXSW Us!Most people who lurk around this here blog have heard of The Buddy System but seeing as how we are getting ready to head to SXSW I figured I would post some videos (sorry about the crap quality of YouTube) and an MP3 demo as an introduction for the uninitiated. The Buddy System creates original short films (cartoons) then plays the live soundtrack in front of projection of said films (cartoons). The group is made up of Ryan Lewis (that’s me. I previously played in The Agenda, The Four Corners, Kincaid, The Sunshine Fix, etc), Mat Lewis (my brother. Previously of The Agenda, The Max Levine Ensemble, The Pocket Rockets[Teenbeat]) and Lauren Gregg & Craig Sheldon of the Kangaroo Alliance animation studio (they made the video for Of Montreal’s “Wraith Pinned…” and had the first animation podcast on iTunes, in addition to working for Disney, Nickelodeon, Yo Gabba Gabba, Target, etc)! Check out the videos, snag the MP3 (keeping in mind that it’s a demo ‘natch), make friends with the band and then make plans to hang in person at The Light Bar on Friday March 14th at 11pm. Clap Paws Return to Horse Mountain Nature’s Tiny Realm (Live at the Go Bar in Athens, GA) Rap Music (Live at The Go Bar in Athens, GA) Clap Paws (demo): Posted by ryan on 07 Mar 2008 at 02:34 pm The Buddy System - Return to Horse MountainHere’s a sneak peek at images from the new jam we will be premiering at The Georgia Theater on January 11th with We Versus The Shark and MegaBand! Posted by ryan on 03 Jan 2008 at 02:53 pm Introduction Post of +1 Charismaor Hi, I’m Nick. I like video games and writing weird, corny things on the internet that attempt to be obnoxiously clever. Sometimes about video games, but sometimes sci-fi short stories, rambling almost-essays with nonsensical logic, and really short prose things that are sort of like poetry but actually are sort of totally opposite. Oh, look, here’s three of those things right now! — Transposed Lexicon I woke up this morning and for some reason I was thinking in Japanese. I thought: This is so weird, I don’t even know Japanese. Of course, I didn’t know that’s what I was thinking because I don’t know Japanese. Suddenly everything I wasn’t thinking was in Norwegian. If I would have been thinking it, I would have been thinking: Gosh, this is so weird. I don’t even know Norwegian. Of course, I don’t know Norwegian so I didn’t know that’s what I wasn’t thinking. I went back to sleep an everything I dreamed was in Hindi. That was pretty awesome. Then I woke up again and I was still thinking in Japanese. I wrote this poem in English but I didn’t understand a word of it and I can’t find a translator. Will someone please tell me what this says? — Robokid When you’re a little kid, you think you’re a robot. “I’m a robot!” you think. Your parents made you from spare parts in the basement. Your brain is made from discarded lengths of wire too short to connect anything and old light switch fixtures that don’t switch. Your muscles: a series of rusty pulleys. Your heart? A tape deck set in speed-dub. It records everything in fast forward. It sucks it all up. In fast forward. It plays it all back. In fast forward. You live your life in slow motion, just to make up for it. Suddenly, you’re not a kid anymore, and you realize your hand is a fucking blowtorch! “How could I not know this before?” you think. You wonder what your life would have been like if you had known. Think of all the things you could have fucking blowtorched. Campfires, lunch, pilot lights. That’s a lot of things you could have made hot! You try to shift out of slow-mo, but alas, now the world is stuck in rewind. — Giant Fucking Hands I have giant fucking hands. Sometimes they smack people around even when I don’t want them to. Especially when I don’t want them to. I have these giant fucking hands and I have no idea how to use them. I can’t open doors or scratch my nose or masturbate or scratch your nose and I still can’t open doors. I have these giant fucking hands and when I go to greet people I instead shake their everything and I crush them. I crush their everything. I have these giant fucking hands and all I can do is cup them to make a bird bath. The water always runs out the bottom though which is sad because the birdies are so cute and I love them. I have these giant fucking hands and I crush cute little birdies with my giant fucking love. Hello how are you nice to meet you and OH MY GOD LOOK AT HIS HANDS HE HAS GIANT FUCKING HANDS. I have giant fucking hands and sometimes they smack people. But never when I want them to. Never ever when I want them to. Not even when I order a bagel and they take forever to even put it in the toaster. But oh. They are pretty busy. It’s okay. I’ll give them some more time. I understand. They are so busy. Not even then. Sometimes when it’s cold I go to the store to try on some gloves. They say one size fits all, but then I realize. I have giant fucking hands. — If you didn’t like those then stick around because I’m gonna be talking about games a lot too (both video and board varieties). If you don’t like games then… Hopefully this post isn’t actually cursed intro post of charisma -2. I don’t know because I totally ran out of identify scrolls! I don’t know where else to go with that joke, so I’m going to stop typing now! Tags: almost-poetry, essays, introduction, surrealismPosted by nick on 13 Aug 2007 at 06:28 pm |
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