On a cold night in the twelfth month of the two-thousand and fifteenth year of our Lord, armed with nothing but his tone-deaf acoustic six-string, American treasure - singer-songwriter-noisemaker - Joel Rockey entered Space Station Caleb (the current ramshackle recording facility employed by The Mustard Room Sound Recordings) with the intention of recording tracks for a handful of new original compositions. However, in a twist of creative defiance, he let the tape machine roll as he instead plowed through an assortment of songs written by other people. No one else was present. No one cared. And yet here it is forever documented in this collection of zeros and ones for no one to listen to ever. Welcome to the new age, nerds.
These are some things that i made. This is some stuff that we did. These are some thoughts that i had.
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We really dig our friends at winchester village elementary in perry township. They've given us an awful lot. Most recently, we were...
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"The Triplets on Their Fifth Birthday" by Baby Jane (ink and crayon) Many many many years ago, i set out to make some sor...
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This one is a portrait of daddy riding a bicycle, although it appears to be a tricycle and/or a mickey mouse head and/or partial drum kit...