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Diamonds and Plastic

by Reuben Walton

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Reuben Walton: Yeah yeah puttin' on my belt and I'm lookin' like a felt and you know you can't do it like me (OH-OH!)/gotta row now, rub the floor at night/rub the flo' like a dyke/when I got mad hype/and I got mad types/and I got mad ripe/and I got--wait, this is a stupid rhyme/stupid time/and I'm puttin' on my belt right now right now and uh all the hoes in the back are like "Hoe, in the back!" In the back, hoe/in the back of the Cassie Gomes, hoe/wait, wait, wait for it, wait for it, wait, wait, wait for it, wait wait/in the back/y'all don't know how to act/oh, wait, I can't even get it through, get it through!/get it through like a boo in the back!/in the back, oh yeah, oh yeah/wait, wait, I need meds/barbecue sauce in the back of the class oh oh, eatin' all the barbecue sauce that I ever wanted to eat up/eatin it up like Michael Jackson when he fed up/fed the sorry fat so I showed you the warring rat/then you at your face stampled at/in the back of the class/back of the class, he's cutting his ass/cutting his ass 'n' runnin 'n' all that jazz/spread the cash, despise baby-wrap/and you know we ain't rooted/squirtin' like I knewed it/and that fuckin' movie's hated/fishin' these hoes and in the middle of sprayed it/breakin' these, neva./top of the/what y'all/touchin' the toes/touchin' the dro/daba..dabadabada dabadabada dabadabada dabadabadada/what the fuck did you scrump?! Oh my god, get back here/get back there, I need some of that hat hair/hat hair, hat hair, like it's Kyle Gomes and Cassie Webb/and Cassie--Wait, I didn't even get that right, what the fuck she said?/wait for the homies and the forties and dro-ies/and the bahimi's and the co-eds/and the mad/and I'm so mad, I'm so rad/so rad, and so bad/so gad and so wad/keep it goin' now, Dad/
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Well I always play Russian Roulette in my head Seventeen black and twenty-nine red How far from the gutter How far from the pew I will always remember to forget about you A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed My favorite words are goodbye And my favorite color is red A long dead soldier looks out from the frame No one remembers his war; No one remembers his name Go down to the meadow; Scare off all the crows It does nothing but rain here, nothing will grow A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed My favorite words are good-bye And my favorite color is my favorite color is my favorite color is red
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Amber Scanlan: Touch it here, sausage/say it, fake it, sausage/shave it, sausage, fake it./You're a--you're a dirty pepperoni, break it down/And you dirty pepperoni round and round/And you shove the pepperoni in your asshole/And you run around, um, like the CAShole/and you say, "Look at my art, ain't it great?/It takes a good eye to look at it, at...quarter past eight."/Now, your running late/you wanna get high/up. Go, Jimmy Jimmy, to the rescue, to the big blue sky/be back before I leave, it's Jimmy Neutron time!/Um, and you look like an asshole/in the back of the classroom/with the dunce hat/didn't know you'd look that/Wasn't that supposed to be back in 1945?/I thought that we were back in, um, in junior high!/And we're all wearin' puffy plaids!/And they have the slacks creased from front to back/and we all have our hair parted to the side/and all the nuns keep their rulers on their side/and they always have the wave the pen with, um, with a bent pencil/and the nuns better break it down/'cause the nuns knew what was goin' down/and they were always strict and stern and black and white/little virgins tight/tight vaginas, um, and they're a hoe at night/they're so they be tightenin' they vaginas/ and they, um, and they be stomachin' the hymen/and they be sayin', "My hymen's not broken, I'm a virgin, nigga!"/Except they never said nigga, they're so pure, nigga/and they walk around with two hairs on their puss/they're just so pre-pubescent lookin' like Bush/and, oh my god, um, they're up there and they skonk hair and they wanna run butt/how could you not get fucked?/Earnest, they ruin your parade/stay calm/where did she come on at night?/these pre-American youth, damn!/and, it's sleep right now wet now/wet my mouth/and my wolf got baby sperm Playdough--/makin' you frown/all night long in the day time/and you wake up in the morning and you say "Mom, I couldn't sleep last night, my bed was movin' around on the ground/makin' funny sounds./My old baby skin Playdough-- movin' on the ground."/And you run, look out wow/damn, what you doin', hoe, hey, last night, rough sex, rough sex, bondage? New year's wine. I had him. Go to bed. And the loo go around gotta take it down. And I'm alive. I'm a hater, mane./Fuck them haters, mane./Fuck them haters, mane
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Derek Piotr: Sunshine rainbows dull bringing oil wherever you will need it bangles jewelry multicolored neon-ness sunshine rainbows dull bringing yum wherever you will need it bangles jewelry multicolored neon-ness sunshine rainbows dull bringing yum wherever you will need it bangles jewelry multicolored neon-ness Sunshine rainbows dull bringing oil wherever you will need it bangles jewelry multicolored neon-ness sunshine rainbows dull bring me home wherever you will need it bangles jewelry multicolored neon-ness sunshine rainbows dull bring me oil wherever you will need it.
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Who travel who's thang rigged bee loud hair porna is your whore he'll come down in the winter he's there he made he made marijuana will die hot and he'll be up in there he'll play so Sean the black is the who he is who he can't laugh for I knew who and came and his bay hair he'll enjoy the salary he'll envy girl ubernachte hundred heart and payless I was cat he'll reveal his plate he's there his salary sure ten grams he'll grab stature he'll far Lauren pay man he's Nick ow ow ow he'll be surprised going so amazing now it's for her to think of now this is sleeping me he'll pay she locked him
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Reuben Walton: Mmmm…(humming continues throughout for several seconds) Derek Piotr: It’s gold the little curtain, you will smile, stay enjoy your thang, come and stay a while and I’ll smile a certain way because you know high style, terse always say… RW: Badabadaba… DP: The flow through gets the shell, the blast is why I can’t be here, no…and if Jesus sold the mylar to creep we move away from company up still. RW: Eeeyaw…(repeating on a loop for about 55 seconds) DP: You know that I all wanted to do was be to have the climb time now, the time now, you know that I wanted to prove the sonic valley is calling my name now. So I get up off the washing machine, cough gouda to you, gouda to you, and drop with a smile and know that I love willow the change oh is it true. You can come and stay a while and whisper each in of, duh, dadu dadu (starts beatboxing and throat singing). RW: (beatboxing) DP: (throat singing) RW: To want more would be greed…(harmonizing and overdubs) DP: (throat singing and beat boxing) RW: (chopped up vocals looping and repeating in addition to RW's vocal) Have to be, do… (crescendos to clipping)
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If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four Lord I'm five hundred miles from my door. Five hundred miles, five hundred miles, Five hundred miles, five hundred miles, Lord I'm five hundred miles from my door. Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name, Lord I can't go home this-a-way. This-a-way, this-a-way, This-a-way, this-a-way, Lord I can't go home this-a-way. If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
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Derek Piotr: He, he just kinda showed me how to, like, if you reverse the note that you're going to blend in before you blend it in, it sounds better. Reuben Walton: Really? DP: Yeah. So, I'm gonna try a few things. But, yeah, let me know when. RW: Okay, you can go now. DP: Up on the toe, hmm hmm there is a view up on the toe, and the spine straight and erect, hungry and curious, up on the toe, looking forward to umm oooh the air is thinner here a-a-a-a-hahahaha she came here to lose her fate she got down on her knees the beast is back on four legs set her clock to the moon raises her spine woowoaho vertebræ by vertebræ up on the toe it can oooh all I have been filled with this steam for months for years same old cloud claustrophobic me let it burst--like old train sounds, make them relieve nature uhummaywooo aiewohoooyeah aaaaa aaa vertebræ by vertebræ by vertebræ by vertebræ by vertebræ by vertebræ by vertebræ by vertebræ by vertebræ by vertebræ my arms ooze out of my shoulders and the arms ooze out of my shoulders I curl my tail I curl my tail in words big words in words and I set my clock
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Derek Piotr: Chubby, vermin, burnin’, the whole iron will be, in door it down, we, for you too, I’ll begin. How you can, sand through, the grass of my hands all, and I cannot run none. You forgave twirling you, and I know not a view, I can only can try, you mean the wrong. I only suppose that you do not found real, you did not regret, no one can know, and I know not of you man, and I know for endlessness, I gather myself, your fear is hope. I do not repent much, I do not repent much, I do not repent much, but I know but your empty try, your bin, and your legs, your be why, enjoy in my passion to find you out, you are human and you come back, a dead on the prayer. If I find you alone, to cut from the yarn, do cut from the yarn, do cut from the yarn. Oh oooooh, you may away. Mattress, a-trickling, down my own shoulders, from up above, up up above, badababa, ba, ba, the taxi’s out, in, force, I pick my keys, up, badababa, ba, ba. I drive only, these ant, badababa, ba, ba, badababa, ba, ba. (snorting snickering laugh)
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Reuben Walton: Those kind of straws in my house Derek Piotr: Where is the line with you where is the line with you where is the line with you where is the line with you my purse wide open I see you card and cash into accounts everywhere where is the line with you I feel spastic I want to go I want to help you where is the line with you I am elastic but you are on my neck where is the line I want to go I want to go where out of my way for you but enough is enough is enough where is the line with you where is the line where is the line with you my purse wide open my purse wide open for you I am resistant formal and pleasant where is the line here's another one to go what what what what what what what
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Amber Scanlan: —kin’ and Amber Scanlan on a fuckin’ bike and you can call me whatever you might like/but I don’t care if you call me a fuckin’ dyke/‘cause you know that I’ll dive, I’m a muff diver/carpet muncher/damn and Reuben likes it in the ass and now he’s newly versatile down, what’s that, damn?/I’ll tell you a lil’ bit about a bottom and a top/Top is when you give it to a fuckin’ boss/top is when you put your fuckin’ penis in the soft brown hole of your fuckin’ anus/damn! You better back up, ya better pop your hole in the fuckin’ air/Reuben Walton’s there and he’s feelin’ so fierce so scared ‘cause he got a big black cock, askin’ for more, drippin’ with the cum (laughs)/ Reuben Walton: (laughs) AS: (laughs) RW: Oh my god that’s so sexual/You can’t outdo me but I really wouldn’t talk/wait hold on oh my god, I can’t find my backyard/wait, I’m just in the backyard, I’m sittin’ there real swole/But how can I be swole there, why isn’t it mentionable?/I can’t mention a bowl, I can’t mention the crack, I can’t mention the hoes/but there ain’t even any to expose/so if the FCC come straight to my house/pop a little gloss in the south/pop a grill, pop a chain/get it rick real swole get it roll mane/and I got Rogane, ‘cause I’m rippin’ out my own hair, and I got my own brain/home bread/ AS: Own bread? Nigga, is that what you said? ‘Cause I’m a…fuckin’ boss lady, mad checks/backin’ it up like a fuckin’ ferret/you can walk on this shit/part water with this shit/be Moses in them jeans, oh shit!/you better back up when a fuckin’ bitch comes in the cut/and a fuckin’ slut/and a slut lookin’ for a leg/so predictable, oh Meg/ RW: Damn that’s cliché/wait, no it’s not cliché, it’s so original it’s better than Kanye, or Lady Gaga/But I love gehby Gaga, no it’s not even better than her, but I have re lie lie a little bit to make— AS: Googoo gaga! RW: It/Wait wait, what the fuck, I’m lookin’ like a gorilla/like the one that I imitated when I came to get the scrilla/but I came straight from the hill, not from the Village/ AS: Boppin’ off the chain and you know who to call when you feelin’ lame/when you feelin’ kinda down and in the drain/so you wanna call Chris Crocker ‘cause he’s so fuckin’ hot/and he’s been pussy poppin’ on the bridge like Lil Wayne said/and Ion give a fuck if Lil Wayne’s dead/ RW: Well you know, his voice is irritating/but then he started to vocode it and then it got (slight pause and slight “g”) a little more grating/(laughs) with the gore pating/I got a painting of Al Gore, you know he’s right about global wairming/— AS: Lil Wayne! Wayne (imitating an echo) RW: Daymn, lookin’ like dwee-Pain, T-Pain and T-Wayne, that fan be gay/— AS: Lil wine! RW: Lil wine drinkin’ Cabernet Sauvignon at the bar/with Nana and you know we’re havin’ a fuckin’ ball/ Rasheeda: I’m a boss chick, I’m a-I’m a boss chick… AS: Damn! Did I dare? (turns keys in the car’s ignition) Did I dare do that?/What the fuck is goin’ on? There it is!/Where’s the beat hoe?/Bet I’ll eat yo/better call Lil Wayne I’ll beat yo/ass down— Seth Heart: I’m a boss chick, I’m bossin’/and the real lisha come and boss it/Oooooh! Listen to me/(high-pitched gasp) rippin’ this shit from A to Z/ RW: Damn, everybody off the chain/ SH: Off the chain! RW: Sippin’ drank/get it real fuckin’ mane/damn, straight from Maine but not really ‘cause I got swang/ SH: On Smirnoff! RW: And I’m swaggin’ off the chain/
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Old days, don't come to find me, the sun is just about to climb up over there. 'While my heart is sinking I do not want my voice to go out into the air'. Did you leave the darkness without me? You're always miles ahead. And you're standing in tomorrow on the runway. Oh be the music in my head, the air around my bed, oh be my rest. Replace the small disgraces of the times and places that I never really left. Did you leave the darkness without me? You're always miles ahead. And you're standing in tomorrow on the runway. Oh I want to fly, fly forward into the light, be alive, to come alive, on the leaf-bright Friday drive, sudden horses at the red light, turn around, see clearer ways to go now.
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Reuben Walton: Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on everyone So many things I could have done But clouds got in my way Reuben Walton and Jennifer Egloff: I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's clouds' illusions I recall I don't know clouds at all RW: Moons and Junes and ferris wheels The dizzy, dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show You leave them laughing as you go And if you care don't let them know Don't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions I recall I don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say, "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed and something’s lost and something's gained In living every day I've looked at life from both sides now From win and lose, and still somehow It's life’s illusions I recall I don't know life at all
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Float Away 02:18
Reuben Walton: I'm so mad I can't even think straight Fucking trapped in this relationship I have needs that you just can't meet So I'll quietly slip out the door We'll float away find better days We'll float away find better days It wasn't meant to happen this way you IMed me and I just didn't wanna be mean next thing I knew you were head over heels but none of it was ever that serious to me So we'll float away find better days we'll float away find better days We'll float away we'll find better days we'll float away and find better days better days better days better days better days better days better days
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Soft heavenly eyes gazed into me Transcending space and time And I was rendered still There were no words for me to find at all As I stood there beside myself I could see you and no one else Chorus When I saw you When I saw you I could not breathe, I fell so deep When I saw you When I saw you I'd never be, I'd never be the same Only once in a lifetime love rushes in Changing you with the tide And dawn's ribbon of light Bursts through the dark Wakening you inside And I thought it was all untrue Until there all at once I knew When I saw you When I saw you I could not breathe, I fell so deep When I saw you When I saw you I'd never be, I'd never be the same With no beginning and Without an end You are the one for me It's evident And your eyes told me so Your eyes let me know... When I saw you When I saw you I could not breathe, I fell so deep When I saw you When I saw you I'd never be, I'd never be the same
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Reuben Walton: Damn, and I caught the stock low and lockin’ open/with a rock broken open/and Keitha from Hoboken didn’t tell you I was fopen to playin’ with my own hood/and it’s the coin-shaped cone with a nickel so good/former winos make them weighted bricks/I’ll have to retract that statement, trick/and then believe, and breathe on the tiger’s back with bated breath/get in the hoodest woods/bet some money on my luck and looks/get all up in their heads with a nose hook/nigga you must be way up tryin’ that Egyptian shit, musta read a book/don’t hate ‘cause you probably did see the movie or should/get the bait in a Supreme Court case then say “Playa I wish you would”/I done seen this lyin’-ass hatin’-ass hoe tryna call me a liar talkin’ ‘bout “Liar! Stop using me 4 sex!”/damn, you ain’t really got that Peas respect/and you can’t even freeze your neck/‘cause you’re always sittin’ there lookin’ really fuckin’ corny, well this mad fuckin’ wack-ass hipster better come correct/well I ain’t lyin’ I see beyond your scene exterior/I’m not lyin’ and I see inside and above your makin’ me feel inferior/when all I really wanted was to chill with ya/tried to be real with ya/when all you got is condescendin’ actin’ like I’m the weirdest bird/(Eww!) with your skinny jeans painted on/and all them bitchy broads always ‘round your mock manthong and always on your arm/and black black hair always showin’ ‘round your mock manthong/you best get it together before I smoke your flat ass/everybody feelin’ you but I see through the fake class/all these people be actin’ like you the real fuckin’ shit and the real one/but I see through the lame and your fuckin’ lame-ass attempts to get some/(Hey guys!) It’s boring and repetitive, until we reach the point where we don’t have to care anymore, but that’s forty years away/and it’s boring weird and gay/get it first y’all a-re you’ll be sippin’ beer morning noon and day/I’m a flirt box so I already knew to get up all up into your heart, light up another spark, damn baby ain’t escapin’ no way/nigga I’m the used rock, I’m the empty bowl o’ elf soup/on the shelf new/if you touch it I’ma belt you/tuck drive health like the wise do to my wealthy crew/who sucked the wise pussy this the end of my crew/in the end in the bed of a truck is it enough to die soon/fuck the irreverent you’re dead from Duff™/I’m just a bonafide skeet skeet baby I know it’s ignorant (baby I know it’s ignorant)/smoke blazed and I thought of you/raisin’ hell in the afternoon, nigga/damn, whistlin’ whispin’, breakin’ into platoons/(that’s how we do)/that’s rigged up bottles of spinal fluid causin’ drimes, (that are lucid) and dreams that are lucid/hello to every each and every one of you kids/I know bedrock ain’t between me and studyin’ music/but medianoche sweet pig ears and baby I know it’s a huge trip nigga please/die and told you how to made the roke on this ones time two or three/I’m not even countin’ at this point/‘cause I’m already mountin’ on the foint/lookin’ like a (—) coint/(gasp) just kidding (slight laugh) shout out to Greg A./Gregan g-Alexandropoulos oh shit may mane I shouldn’ta said your name/but it’s already out can’t rewind the clock back/if I could I woulda had everything the drop pack/in the drat back and the Brat Pack/lookin’ like a mane I shouldn’ta said your name/but it’s already out can’t rewind the clock back/if I could I woulda had everything the drop pack/in the drat back and the Brat Pack/ lookin’ like I got a backpack on full o’ lead/everysfuckinday I be lookin’ like damn oh errbody lookin’ like the kids/uh-like my name was MGMT, but I saw it all, yeen know, right down to the court food in the courtroom/I know bedrake ain’t between me/ay, yeah this guessin’ game two or three can play/if you wanna get, you can them bitches like them bitches’ tits/like your fuckin’ name is Pamela Anderson/and you got the manics in/I’m a fuckin’ manic man/(Oh shit!) just doin’ a little acid man/just kidding I would never do that I would never do that, Mom (please believe) just kidding/this is a song and I’m lookin’ like a bong/just kidding ‘cause I’m lookin’ like a thong/just kidding ‘cause I’m not made of fabric or fuckin’ lookin’ like a f—(pause) metal piece o’ shit/I’m a human, piece o’ shit/I’m a lethal bitch/I’ma look it like a big fat Jesus piece, trick/I’m lookin’ like (laughs) I got them hoes on my dangalang/(laughing) and I got the game on my thangalang/but I got a tall bottle o’ Miller Lite™ y’all see it, yeen know, right down to the courtfood/ay, y’this guessin’ game gettin’ the best o’ me, mane/the designer’s blazed, now everybody blitzed like daymn/I wanna say a huge hello to those in support groups/saw it all, yeen know, right down to the courtfood in the courtroom/(yeah, right down baby) right down to the courtfood, in the, fuckin’ courtroom, nigga/a new woman I saw cullin’ shit right from the material from b’readin’ up on the London siege hoe/Milli Vanilla could give a shit about me yo ‘cause I did it without Gs, bro/and no muthafucka will ever find me out please no/who’s the strongest y’all best believe ‘bout me, hoe/‘fore you get knocked flat on your ass/lookin’ like a fuckin’ piece o’ class/but ya ain’t got class you’re lookin’ like a fuckin’ nerd/damn, errbody lookin’ like a fuckin turd/just kidding ‘cause I fuckin’ word/I’m so blurred, vision is so blurred right now/just kidding I’m lookin’ no curds/I’m lookin’ like I got no turds o’ shit/‘cause I’m done with that shit, I don’t even need to do that/(do that) it’s just like in second grade when Bene Webster told me that muthafuckin’ story/‘bout that fuckin’ Scream 1, how that girl got her butt cut off and the butt clut off and it was so innocent but impossible (impossible)/just like tryna get yo dollars up/‘cause you ain’t gon’ floss it like me/yeen pop it like me/I’ma look real good for ‘bout 55 Gs, nann/(pop it like me, drop it like me, 55 Gs yeah)
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Now shall my inwards joys arise, And burst into a Song; Almighty Love inspires my Heart, And Pleasure tunes my Tongue. God on his thirsty Sion-Hill Some Mercy-Drops has thrown, And solemn Oaths have bound his Love To show'r Salvation down. Why do we then indulge our Fears, Suspicions and Complaints? Is he a God, and shall his Grace Grow weary of his saints?
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Derek Crofut: If I wanted food, I'd ask for/If I wanted food, I'd make more soil/All this time, you/We have a picture for you/we framed it accurately/baby baby it's your birthday/oh, the sorrow, girl/You're just crying, after all/crying, after all/to not want them humans around anymore/made of this/you can trust in it/and your lungs are mourning tipi-style/all the stillborn love that oh-could have happened/all the moments you should have embraced/all the moments you should have not locked out/understand so clearly/made of this/you can trust in it/ Reuben Walton: What are you playing? Derek Crofut: Get over the sorrow, girl/

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My third Bandcamp album finds me continuing to excavate material from my lo-fi/twee-glitch/avant garde/alternative hip hop beginnings as well as providing newer stuff. Some of the older material was recorded when I was 16 years old, staying at the Berklee College of Music dorms on Massachusetts Avenue in Boston, MA, during the 2007 Five-Week Summer Performance Program, in my room, disillusioned by the ridiculously heavy emphasis on technical virtuosity and the endless, trite parade of elitist Steve Vai-worshiping white-boy afro/hair metal revivalists. Other parts of it were in my bedroom at home in Falmouth or Woods Hole, MA during my sophomore year in high school at Sturgis Charter Public School and the summer going into my junior year, and that fall.
My idea for the name of this project comes from the fact that the older stuff (and the album in general) is a real mixed bag of songs of wildly varying quality and levels of seriousness, and that the newer original songs and covers are of relatively higher quality.

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released March 30, 2011

Produced by Reuben Walton and friends
Artwork by Reuben Walton and Amber Scanlan
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Reuben Walton Falmouth, Massachusetts

Reuben Walton is a singer/songwriter and music producer based in Falmouth, MA. He is a graduate of Musicians Institute in Hollywood's Independent Artist program and their Electronic Music Production program, as well as UMass Lowell’s Music Business undergraduate program.
In 2019 he put out a self-titled EP working with producer AVLI Music and is now regularly releasing new music.
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