My preference in music is inscrutable, utterly without description. Chaotic at best. Speedcore follows bluegrass, follows three hours of gregorian chanting, follows polkka kraut, follows punk, follows zydeco cajun, follows dubstep, follows chiptune, follows swing, follows vivaldi, follows grunge. Putting my sd card on shuffle is the fastest way to give yourself whiplash, and i refuse to apologize.
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Artist, adult, ADHD haver, and cat-hair magnet.
Drives an obnoxious kei car. Plays rhythm games. Collects bones, books, bottles, and brass bells. Bit of an idjit.
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[beholden to @pebblepossum, my darling]
art/business account is @UrvogelArts
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in reply to @lilrawk's post:
Hey now! Country music is perfectly cromulent ...so long as you don't fall face-first into the slop-heap of incredibly-genericised mass-market pop-country stuff; which, unfortunately, is easy to do because other than a few classics, that's mostly what you'll run into being played on the radio. π
Regardless of that, musical whiplash is the way to BE!
Kenny Chesney once had a concert in town at the same time as Anthrocon and you know which group of people were chided by the city for making a huge mess and getting violently drunk in the streets? Wasn't the furries lmao!