Gift Horse Dentistry

Bryan, 23, NY.
Writer/Video Editor for hire.
Thing I've made may have been seen by you.
I also play music in a band called Tallboys.

tibets:

nikotheikon:

I’m so sorry

i didn’t expect to cry

The most beautiful piece of outre filmmaking I have ever seen


suburbantragic:

apcalvin:

summertimeinh-ll:

one of my favorites always

wow.

This ad is the modern equivalent of the “Saddest Story in Six Words” thing. 

For Sale: baby crutches; lightly used

suburbantragic:

apcalvin:

summertimeinh-ll:

one of my favorites always

wow.

This ad is the modern equivalent of the “Saddest Story in Six Words” thing. 

For Sale: baby crutches; lightly used

(Source: dadblog)


suburbantragic:

“I had invested two LSD trips and countless joints into this particular patch that I had been programming since November, 2012. I would leave my equipment on when I went to work and immediately return to it after getting home. The synth was never turned off, and the achievements I was making sonically with the patch were not of this world.”

On the night of May 12, 2013 however, LeBlanc lost everything during a thunderstorm of relatively average intensity.

Knowing what I know about modular synth enthusiasts, there is absolutely no way to tell if this is satire or not. 

The companion piece reads “Guitarist Finds Magic Tone Formula After Flood Ruins $3,000 Worth Of Amps And Outboard Gear”


Let’s take this time to remember that the credit roll in Watchmen is set to My Chemical Romance



If the guitar is trying to be bigger than the drums and the drums are trying to be bigger than the guitar and everybody is trying to be bigger than everybody else, then you just end up with a shirtless David Hasselhoff lying drunkenly on the floor of a hotel room trying to shovel a disintegrated Wendy’s cheeseburger into his mouth, moaning,”This is a MESS…
I’ve been reading Yep’s audio engineering thread on Cockos for a week and it’s one of the most insightful things on the internet. 

littleredhatter:

fancyrussiansushi:

newsweek:

slacktory:

ryanhatesthis:

Well, that’s enough internet for me today.

I will never not love how beautifully this spirals into madness.

And into the rabbit hole we went!

Greatest post

ah tumblr

Oh god, it’s back


Hey kids, when I was your age *time lapse of rotting meat while ‘Fergalicious’ plays in the background*


Audio post reblogged from Rockin 'n Rollin with tags:
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No Birds Do Sing by Public image ltd

thisiswhorehey:

this could be heaven

WHOAAAAAAH flood of weird memories laying the shitty grey carpet of my shitty grey room in the 8th grade with this spinning in my spraypainted discman.

(Source: city-of-bugs)



suburbantragic:

Finally, something that makes plain sense.

Oh good job, Ted. I said specifically, “don’t turn on the big scary looking machine with all the knobs, Ted. I’m not finished working out the kinks, Ted.” So what did you do? You turned it right on. All the way on. And now a priceless work of art has become animate and manifest as an abomination that, due to particle interference—you know what, I’m not going to explain it to you, Ted, because it’s just going to go in one ear an out the other. Need I remind you we were supposed to be developing mechanical breasts for dogs. Does this unspeakable horror look like dog breasts? That was a rhetorical question, Ted. Clean up the mess you made, so I can fire you.” 

suburbantragic:

Finally, something that makes plain sense.

Oh good job, Ted. I said specifically, “don’t turn on the big scary looking machine with all the knobs, Ted. I’m not finished working out the kinks, Ted.” So what did you do? You turned it right on. All the way on. And now a priceless work of art has become animate and manifest as an abomination that, due to particle interference—you know what, I’m not going to explain it to you, Ted, because it’s just going to go in one ear an out the other. Need I remind you we were supposed to be developing mechanical breasts for dogs. Does this unspeakable horror look like dog breasts? That was a rhetorical question, Ted. Clean up the mess you made, so I can fire you.” 


Happy birthday Morrissey, you miserable old cunt.


This track has had 33 plays

I’ve been meaning to record a cover of this forever.

Listen to it or don’t, it’s not very good. 


I went through an entire box of tissues yesterday

(Source: Spotify)


Now get this, if I say “I’m just tired”, what that really means is “I feel like goddam shit right now, I just don’t want to ruin your fucking day too.

Bill Hicks - Filling Up the Hump (1993)

Shit, he’s on to me.

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