Wryta Thinkpiece

Oh, Feminomenon is ADORABLE as shit though, come on! I don't love that style of pop, but sometime's I'm just like
get it hot like Papa John

like Bestie wdym have you SEEN Papa John? Chappell I luv u but if u got naked in Manhattan u know there's better pizza LMAO

I'm so glad a Chappell Roan thread found it's way here.

I'm fucking HYPED for Red Wine Supernova, goddammit. This girl just puts her whole pussy in everything she does and it's all fucking incredible banger pop shit.

The poem is great, very abstract writing style that I'm totally into. The instrumental is interesting, despite that one sample that's really distracting. His voice also sounds like it's been slapped on top of a fully flattened track, rather than being mixed into the  music. I just think it all clashes with each other. I would've been in favor of a more trippy, atmospheric instrumentation that allows the poetry to come forward.

If I remember correctly, he had shared months ago about having a reconnection with his faith - with that in context, the undercurrents of self-discovery and transformation shine.

I'm here for more; this project feels more experimental in its current state, but I think once he finds what he's really aiming for, it's going to be fantastic.

I doubt we'll ever see official studio releases of "Your Band is All the Rage", "Super 8 Movie", or "All Smiles", but if ever was a time, THIS IS IT.

I doubt we'll ever see official studio releases of "Your Band is All the Rage", "Super 8 Movie", or "All Smiles", but if ever was a time, THIS IS IT.

The amount of money put into this project converts to nearly 7.5k in USD.

You know what I would give to have had even a small fraction of that $7.5k when my cat was dying of cancer and I was barely scraping up enough money just to afford consultation appointments to find out what was wrong with her so I could have ended her suffering sooner?
 
You know what I would give to have had a fraction of that money just to have helped family members of mine afford treatments to help ease their agony and get them comfortable while they endured terminal illness?
 
And yet I have to see someone use that much money (that wasn't even theirs to use to begin with,) to pay off a Mac computer and a Netflix subscription, among other luxuries, and chalk up such irresponsible financial decisions as "essential to human existence." I think everyone continued to lead quality lives just fine without DVDs being shipped to their houses in 1998 and their favorite shows being streamed directly to their devices since 2007.
 
I thought the case of Ethan Couch would have been the first and last time I had to hear about the poppycock diagnosis of "affluenza"; clearly it is contagious and exists in various strains.
 
You know what I did when my Spotify Premium subscription was up and I couldn't afford to pay another month? I didn't renew it.
 
You know what I did when my PlayStation Plus subscription was up and I couldn't afford to pay for another month? I didn't renew it.
 
You know what I did when I quit my job in November under the false pretense that I had another job lined up, and couldn't afford Christmas gifts because I was unemployed? I didn't spend money I didn't have, and I told everyone not to worry about me for Christmas.

I especially did not use money given by people, who were customers expecting a product to be developed and distributed to them as promised, to pay off debts I racked up under my own accord.

As someone who suffers from depression, anxiety, and OCD, that open letter was absolutely cringeworthy to read, because I saw more investment in elaborate and outrageous excuses to justify irresponsibility, practically begging readers to say "Oh, I TOTALLY get that," than I saw investment in assuming full responsibility and remorse for letting one's personal issues cloud their judgment.

As the son of a business owner, and as a partner of a creative business, that open letter was absolutely cringeworthy to read, because under zero circumstances do you touch a single red cent of your customers' monies before you provide them absolutely 100% of your services. You do not touch a single red cent of your customers' monies before you provide them the quality product they paid for.

Putting the copyright legalities of the lyrics alone aside, as far as the use of pictures go, that money could have been used to pay artists to replicate photos or even contribute their own art for the project. I can already tag a handful of members on this forum who are talented and aspiring artists/graphic designers, and would have loved to contribute to this project for a small fee, or even for free, had they been asked or offered the opportunity.

He says he intends to refund everyone, but I have to chuckle at the advertising of snapbacks, as though his reputation as a seller has not been compromised in the slightest, and anyone who already lost money investing in the book, would be inclined to confidently put another dime into his business. Bite the bullet, try harder to find work, and actually earn the money that is going to be used to pay everyone back.

Even then, let's say that he gets a job where he is paid $9/hr. or better, and intends to put $200 aside out of each paycheck to pay off the debt his shenanigans caused him. If he is paid bi-weekly, he is only seeing a paycheck 26/52 weeks a year, which means that it would take him at least a year just to pay off $5.2k of what he owes everyone, adding on another 11.5 weeks to pay off the remaining $2.3k or so, if I am doing my math right.

With that kind of time-frame, I'd love to see how well he commits to this lofty attempt at redemption and compensation, as nice as the ideal sounds when you are looking at it through rose-colored glasses. It sounds like there is an overwhelming amount of customers to keep track of, and I'd be concerned that, eventually, he would lose track, and either forget people, or accidentally give people double or triple the amount they are owed.

I certainly hope he figures it out as soon as he puts his life, his values and his priorities in perspective, and I certainly hope everyone who invested in this failed project gets their money back, one way or another; and if the above theory is the most likely approach to each customer seeing their refund, they start thinking about if they are willing to wait that long, or intend to take other measures to get the refund they deserve. PayPal only handles claims within 180 days of the transaction so I wouldn't expect them to willingly rush to everyone's aid.

I also hope that the moderators have been considering how to possibly handle future situations like this, should another member attempt to use their fellow peers and their love for an artist to gain profit, and fail to carry out their obligation as a vendor/seller with the utmost integrity and consideration; and so it is not misunderstood (as I love and respect each of the mods here,) I am not saying "I hope" as a passive-aggressive jab. I am saying it as a genuine inquiry because as a fellow member here, the integrity of our community is just as important to me as I know it is to everyone else, no matter who was involved in this.

Underneath the layers of excuses and awkward attempts to persuade everyone into pity and understanding, this was still a scam like any other. Regardless of whether or not anyone involved could have used better judgment than to invest in a product, that didn't even at least make it past the prototype phase, friends and peers were manipulated by a member of our community, with whom they had entrusted a monetary investment. It is just as much of a display of poor character as it is when members here spread false rumors of unreleased music to garner attention, and not for the sake of a laugh or to make a point. We've had good members who have been banned for less and never got to explain themselves.

Good luck, guys.

I heard her like half a year ago (or more?), I keep this should check out her even more! I’ve saved romance hyperactive on my Spotify.  

It's been a long time since I shared some music here.

I just discovered this gem of a band, and this is their debut single.

Keep watch, I got great feelings about where this group's gonna go. Fucking gorgeous, fun track.
 
 

Oh, Feminomenon is ADORABLE as shit though, come on! I don't love that style of pop, but sometime's I'm just like
get it hot like Papa John

like Bestie wdym have you SEEN Papa John? Chappell I luv u but if u got naked in Manhattan u know there's better pizza LMAO

Beat me to the punch!

This girl is on a whole different level than what's happening in the synth pop genre right now, and I'm nothing short of impressed and amazed. This is the textbook definition of artistic freedom.

hemlocke springs will be a renaissance artist, watch. If people sleep on her, it won't be for long.

TIME TO ANALYZE SOME LYRICS. [And I am awfully sorry for post-spamming BUT GODDAMN I LOVE THIS SONG THO]
"Methamphetamines" makes me think of Lana and her lover being tweaked off meth, laying out on the veranda, playing music from the record player (maybe it'd be outside, maybe it'd just be near the window, playing loud). They're being sad together, getting high about being sad together just to be high and sad together, letting the routine run its cycle. Every day. They'd be quiet at first, relying on each other's physical presence for some solace.

Once they started feeling the meth, maybe the lover would tell Lana about a dream from the night before that made him feel more disconsolate and disoriented than any other day. The both of them would exchange more of their recent sad dreams, how it seemed the happier dreams only poured salt on open wounds. They'd segue into talking about older dreams and aspirations, both shared and separate, but hardly anything that would get them smiling.

Other than feeling some kind of sadness, love and yearning, they are just zombified; they're stripped of the people they used to be. Whatever daydreams they had, and probably spoke of on the veranda looking out to Ocean Grove, they're gone. Ocean Grove just grew barren gradually, and then suddenly. Nothing left but a epitaph of all those hopes they had for their life in the Jersey Shore together.
 
The mention of neon palms swaying could be Lana and her lover having a visual hallucination while on meth, trying to find something left within their sight of Ocean Grove that was still beautiful and thriving despite how dead it was in their reality.

Maybe Lana's question of going to Coney Island was her trying to get them both to share another hallucination for entertainment. Maybe they met there and she was trying to reminisce about it. Maybe it was her indirectly saying she wanted to return to simpler times, happier times, and maybe that was the "dream/big dream" she was reminding him of: happiness and simplicity.

Maybe he'd be too tweaked and swamped in his own sadness to pay that much attention to or even answer Lana's question, maybe he'd fear that Lana no longer wanted for nothing but being together. Maybe it broke his heart to hear about a place they felt they couldn't return to just as much as it would have broke his heart to say "That'd be nice, we can do that," all along fearing that going there would mean preparing for the present to soon become history.

No one would know, he'd only respond by handing her the makeshift light-bulb vaporizer, keeping his eyes on all the shapes made by the meth residue and burn marks from the lighter along the glass, letting out an ambiguous "hm." But no matter what he thought, no matter what he would've said, Lana would have understood.

Happier times, even the possibility of living in happier times again, would only make them sadder to think about, and so they would get higher until they just couldn't be bothered getting up from laying on the veranda to stop the record from repeating, to change the music to something happier; until they couldn't be bothered doing anything else together that wouldn't make them sadder. But it wouldn't stop them from talking more about the dreams, about happiness and their lack of it; the only time they weren't disconnected was when they were high on meth and/or sharing somber moments with each other. The disconnection almost didn't even matter because they shared their woe like a telescope; they always saw through the same lens even if they weren't always looking at the same things.
 
They took comfort in knowing that the other knew and felt sadness and hopelessness, what it was like to feel the world around had become desolate. They took those feelings and built an empire on that veranda with them, creating a world for themselves within the one they already inhabited. A world where the broken could know they were broken and self-destructing, love it and be loved for it in every way, something that they can be confident in each other about.
 
 
All there was to live for was every tomorrow that guaranteed coming back to that world together; the rest of the world would tear itself asunder, nothing more would have mattered, nothing less. There was no need to tamper with each other's thoughts or emotions, no need to feign any of them either, because all that was felt then and there was understood, welcomed, and adored. It was a very "let all be and just love me" way of living, and that was all it was about. They were sad, they were hopeless, but they were harmonious. And that made that life a little less lonely.
 
Maybe this moment on the veranda was Lana feeling like there just was nothing left of that life anymore, even with her lover. Maybe that farewell is her thoughts of leaving soon after that, going back to New York, reconsidering what to do with who she became, what she was. Maybe it was her saying farewell to their happier selves and their dreams, laying with her lover, watching the neon palms, feeling her body being pulled into the abyss the veranda kept long hidden inside its mouth of wooden planks, slowly opening wider and wider every day to accommodate for its increasing appetite for Lana and her lover's happiness. They'd sink into that abyss together in Lana's mind, and there would be the most sad-but-content look on her face while they fell asleep where they lay, only to rinse and repeat the next morning.

... And that's what it's like to be in my head while listening to Lana Del Rey except I usually imagine myself in Lana's shoes.

OH. And here's a treat for those who made it up to now...

Consider it what I think would have been the lover's perspective. That, and I fawn over Father John Misty like CRAZY and just wanted an excuse to listen to this song again.

The scalper prices for a lot of Lana merch is just fucking insane.
 
I usually just stick to my local record store. Even if it's $20/$30 more than original price, at least I know it's a legitimate copy.
 
Now all I need are:
Paradise
UV
Chemtrails (might grab both, mostly want that one really pretty sleeve variant.)

I SWIPED THIS SHIT SO FAST!
 
https://shoplanadelrey.com/products/lust-for-life-coke-bottle-clear-vinyl

Got mine too! 

got it for free in 2018 (shipping took weeks and they refunded me and then suddenly got it delivered lmfao) but im super happy for those who dreamed about getting it for ages!!!
 
fuck them scalpers 

I SWIPED THIS SHIT SO FAST!
 
https://shoplanadelrey.com/products/lust-for-life-coke-bottle-clear-vinyl

I SWIPED THIS SHIT SO FAST!
 
https://shoplanadelrey.com/products/lust-for-life-coke-bottle-clear-vinyl

I SWIPED THIS SHIT SO FAST!
 
https://shoplanadelrey.com/products/lust-for-life-coke-bottle-clear-vinyl

the way that these ended up being real titles

someone leak zodiac or something this is boring. regardless, to make a real "remaster" wouldn't they need the stems/takes/instrumental? it sounds like they just put these files into fl and maybe tweaked it a little to turn up the volume on her vocals. that's why a lot of music can't truly be remastered or even remixed, because the tapes have either been sold off or burnt in accidental fires (thanks, Universal!)

Beat me to the punch!

This girl is on a whole different level than what's happening in the synth pop genre right now, and I'm nothing short of impressed and amazed. This is the textbook definition of artistic freedom.

hemlocke springs will be a renaissance artist, watch. If people sleep on her, it won't be for long.

I'd love a rerelease with polished up mixing/mastering, but idk how I'd feel if everything got redone.

Probably the unpopular opinion, but the Paradise version of Yayo was a complete butchering. It doesn't come close to touching the charm and magic of the AKA version.

Idgaf what anyone says, this little fuckin' bit of magic is one of Lana's sexiest, prettiest vocals.

Jesus, I will never fucking get over this song.

Tbh I'm still lowkey hoping for a lossless leak of Fingertips without the censor. I've gotten used to the official release, but damn I just feel like the verse would be more impactful intact.

Idgaf what anyone says, this little fuckin' bit of magic is one of Lana's sexiest, prettiest vocals.

Jesus, I will never fucking get over this song.