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Limited Edition, Hand Made Albums.
50 CD’s
2 Packs of Sharpies
500 photos
100 hours of work
2 Months
I just finished the physical pressing of my album, the Hard Times LP. The idea was to make something tangible. You know, with that vinyl-esq’, aesthetic feel to it; something that people could [hopefully] really appreciate. Every single one is completely original and it is an amazing feeling to have finally finished this project. You can view the whole photo set by clicking:
flickr.com/photos/jihadjoe75
Each album is completely original and comes with a hand drawn CD and 5 high quallity photo prints. Below are 5 examples of my artwork.
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I wanted to get a really nice acoustic guitar recording for this one, so I set my mics up in the stairwell of my apartment. After all the mics were set up and I was ready to record, all of a sudden weezy, as played by my neighbor, started bumping through the walls. I walked next door and offered him a cig to turn off the music for 20 minutes. He's a cool guy and complied to my offer.
I should give some credit to my roommate, Bill, who masterfully hit the record button as I stood in the stairwell. Also, at the end of the recording you can hear a really drunk girl screaming outside. I'm not really sure what she's saying. And lastly, the picture above is of one of my best buds, Cody, who is looking badass as ever with a big gulp in hand.
lyrics
i took a walk through this old dead town
as intersection lights gave me direction through the fog
with my shadow at my side, we searched on for a home
but he'd vanish between the lights, as to remind me i'm alone
in downtown pontiac we sat side by side
and silence won the war as the drunks passed us by
i guess i kinda missed you, thus i do apologize
i let the flowers wilt, i didn't think they'd ever die... and that was the last time
damn you loneliness, what you can do a decent man
while you break us at our knee's, you compose with a potter's hand
as my cigarette burns the smoke floats on with your memory
while the shore binds be so as I dream out with the sea
in downtown pontiac we sat side by side
your dress was filled flowers as the drunks passed us by
i thought that if i kissed you maybe it would be alright
but you left, so i wandered on through pontiac that night... and that was the last time
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