Chances are, you don't know much about me aside from what it says on the right of your screen and things I may or may not have said while drunk somewhere. Hell, you may know even less than that. But that's not what's important. What's important is what's going on, and there's a whole lot of that. But just in case you were curious, here's a little more about me and mine. I've got 5 years of college under my belt and no degree. However, unlike many of my peers, I'm not completely retarded (so at least you're getting a well written blog if nothing else?). I like psychology, history, zombies, things that go fast, and things that explode. I also like music, but anyone with a sense of hearing does too, and if they don't... well, I'm sorry, but who the hell doesn't like music?? Anyway, as to where I'm at and what's going on, imagine the state of Georgia. Pick a spot exactly in the middle. That's about where I'm at. A few years ago, this place was a cultural vacuum with no music scene, downtown was full of crackheads, bums, and empty store fronts. Slowly but surely though, we're catching up to the rest of the world.
It's a far cry from the sights and the sounds of Atlanta, but regardless, things are happening here. We've got post-rock, psychedelia, alt-country, rap, and all that other good shit. We've even got art shows and vintage book store that promotes free live music for all the local kids. Ain't that special?? But if you're like me and you're looking for what's coming next, I'd bet on the surf sound.
Think about it. Beach House, Wavves, Best Coast, Surfer Blood... I could go on and on with this, but I don't know if you're interested to read that or not. If you are, stick around. Shit's gonna get real.
This isn't a music blog, but it isn't not a music blog either. Does that make any kind of sense? Fuck, man, I don't even know. Mondays are gonna be special though. Every monday, I'm gonna make a new mixtape and share it with the world. Mixtape Mondays! That's what we're gonna call it, for better or worse. It may be that that's all the music we squeak out of this thing, but who gives a damn, we're going to have some fun with it. Yeah, I know it's monday right now, but it's also like 3am and my external hard drive is all the way on the other side of the the room. I can't reach that far. Cut me some slack, I'll do it in the afternoon when I get around to waking up.
Anyway, this wasn't really all that funny or interesting, or brief for that matter. But it was informative. I apologize in advance if I get drunk and post pictures of cats or cartoon bears. Gonna try real hard to not do that. If you're offended by my language, sorry, this probably isn't something you're gonna want to read. I type like I talk and I talk like a sailor. I will not censor myself or anyone else. If you like my blog, awesome. I hope you keep reading it. Maybe you'll even subscribe to it. I'll try to not let the fame or notoriety go to my head. If you don't, well... well I guess that's alright too.
In conclusion, I'll be your host, Comrade Corey. And hey man, this shit is my jam (turn it up). What follows will be the adventures, sights, sounds, and goings on of me and my compatriots as we struggle to get by here in middle Georgia.
PS - sorry if you were misled by the title of this post to think it had anything to do with the show squidbillies. for putting up with it... look at this thing I found?
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