Anonymous asked: That Gaga album you did is fantastic. I've been listening to it since you put it up and it's just so well done. Thank you. x
Thank you so much!
A really poorly-done mockup of what I’d like for my first tattoo. (Taken with picplz.)
Question Existing
I doubt my infatuation with and study of various serial killers is hardly healthy. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a new interest, but recently I’ve been finding myself turning to various outlets to peruse volumes of information about these dregs of humanity, analyzing their various methods and modus operandi (if only to relieve boredom). It’s beginning to find it’s way into my lyrics, and I fail to see yet whether or not that’s normal. I suppose, as a writer, I can only write about what inspires me — which seems to be serial killers at the moment.
Unfathomable
While flipping through an older journal of mine from the beginning of 2010 earlier this afternoon, I found an old lyric that was nothing more than a verse and the first line of a chorus. I (somehow) remembered the exact melody of the song — albeit probably in a different key than originally intended — which was odd given the circumstances. I typically cannot remember a melody to an unfinished/un-demoed song for longer than about an hour, let alone close to two years. But as I sat with it for a moment and played with the melody in my head, a song called “Unfathomable” emerged within a matter of minutes. Somehow I found myself in the exact same state of mind as I had been almost two years ago writing the original idea down, and had somehow managed to remember the melody, and crafted what I’ll admit is an incredible dance song. It’s an arena pop beat with ‘Nsync inflections, Duran Duran harmonies, and a Norman Bates reference.
It seems that I write my best material immediately when I come out of temporary writer’s blocks, and I shan’t complain.
Anonymous asked: You're an incredible person. You're one of my best friends and I look forward to becoming closer to you over the next few years of our lives. You are such an inspiration to me and to many other people as well. You are amazing, inside and out and I love everything about who you are. And in all honesty, I hope to fall in love with you one day. Who wouldn't want to marry their best friend? <3
I wish I knew who this was :)
Gym swag. (Taken with picplz.)
While We’re Young
For those that don’t know, my 17th birthday came and went this Friday, January the 20th; and how did I spend the transpiring weekend?
By going out with the greatest friends ever for a gourmet Chinese dinner, spending a day writing and planning total Pop Culture domination with Grammy-nominated producer Rogers Masson, and rehearsing my pop music for the first time with a full band for my showcase at 12th & Porter in Nashville on January 31st.
Upon each of the respective subjects, I have the following to add: My friends and I are extremely obnoxious in quiet settings; the song is called “How Do You Live” and it is OHMYGODUNBELIEVABLETOTALTOP10HIT, and these songs are going to slay that audience.
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My fantastic Aunt, whose cancer’s currently in remission (Taken with picplz.)
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The eve of January 20; the sky is absolutely surreal…like something from a dream. (Taken with picplz.)
Remember the Time
Do you ever wonder if they think about it? If they really think about how easily they ripped your heart out (maybe multiple times); or how they played with your mind until all that was left was a sad, scarred, conglomerate of mixed emotions; if they stay awake at night and cry themselves to sleep thinking of how they hurt someone; if they ever think of you when they smell your cologne on someone else; if they have to stop themselves from looking at a picture of you just to avoid the memories; if they ever think about how everything could’ve been fixed in a matter of seconds; if they look back and evaluate where everything started to take a turn for the worst; if they ever stop for a moment when someone brings up your name; if they ever question what’s so wrong with them that someone they imagined spending the remainder of their life with would use them for personal gain; if they ever wonder if they can trust anyone else; if they ever wonder if they’ll be able to say “I love you” to anyone; if they consider just living in solitude to avoid getting broken again? Do you think that even a month after the explosion, they still feel the same pain?
Or do you think they’ll just continue on a path of destruction, tearing up everyone’s heart they meet and whittling away their chances at ever really finding happiness.
You can’t save them. They can’t save themselves. All that’s left are the few memories that your hippocampus has patched up to remove any trace of doubt that they were, indeed, worth remembering.
Anonymous asked: I want you to father my young...
Well thank you :)
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While on GagaDaily several nights ago, an idea arose in the Discussion boards for someone to create a Gaga concept record in the style of of Cirque du Soleil’s Love album (which was built around the music of the Beatles). And so, that night, I began work on this record — a pop art opera telling Gaga’s story beginning from birth. I used bits from her entire catalogue and created something that, while not exactly perfect due to my obvious inability to spend a year at a time making this record a la Cirque du Soleil, is something that I genuinely hope the Monster community can appreciate. I added in instrumental overdubs here and there, patched up a few interludes, and created a record that flows as one continuous piece of music.
I hope you enjoy †
-Chaz McKinney
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=SIXXJ7XN
