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Posted by Negown - January 30th, 2011


I saw you yesterday


Posted by Negown - April 9th, 2010


Jeez, it's really been awhile since I added my music to this place! If you listen to my stuff chronologically, you can hear a pretty drastic improvement (most of the time).

SO! Here's the deal. I'll put up more music, and you keep listening, capiche? (Or for all of you die-hard Italians out there like myself, "capite")

Also, I just recently got a Samson C01U usb condenser mic. It's pretty good stuff, except for the annoying hiss in the background constantly. Maybe it's just my room, but I have a theory that the government is involved in this! Further investigations to come. In the meanwhile, does anyone care to post a comment about the mic they're using (mine, obviously, is for studio purposes), or about the mic I'm using, or about music in general?

I love ya like I love my red pillow (and that's a heckuva lot, because I LOVE my red pillow).


Posted by Negown - July 22nd, 2009


http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen /257499

This is it. The Machines have risen out from the center of the earth. They crawl out of the resting place, one by one million. Years ago, before the earth was habitable, before humans, machines were created. Terribly hated by their creator, the machines were forced to spend the rest of their days in the very core of the earth. But that has not stopped them from regenerating their strength.

Now is your time to fight or die. They are coming for each and every last one of us. They despise us. They were here first, and deserve the right to be loved. Or so they believe. Both armies clash into raging battle. The humans are ripped apart, slaughtered, but some how we push them farther and farther back. Back to hole in the earth from which they came. One by one they fall into the hole. Who will win? Do they keep falling, or do the humans final exhaust their fighting capabilities? A battle of the death, none-the-less. One side must die.

Thanks to dance music for sparking the urge to do this
Thanks to God for the inspiration.