Student by day, fake rapper on weekends, vain self-loathing paranoid neurotic trainwreck during those whimsical in-between times.
Hi. I'm Daniel. I go to school and wear decadent hoodies that frighten classmates. I hate my fans. My music is cheesy and annoying. But please tell me you like it because my ego is fragile and I obsess over everything. I started rapping so girls would like me. So far, no luck.
Most of these songs are at least two-years old. Back then, I swelled with fanciful delusions about changing the world through music while sleeping on a couch in DC. Today, I'm a broken man--draped in sweatpants, eating boxed macaroni and cheese, skipping classes to watch C-SPAN, and pretending I'm not a dysfunctional, misanthropic hermit.
I've written/recorded a lot of new stuff recently, but it's just total dishwater dreck. So instead, I plan to release 12 cover tracks of "Party in the USA," with me singing in a different octave for each version.
MY MUSIC AND LYRICS ARE LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND PROTECTED AS OF JANUARY 2006.
ALL ARTWORK ABOVE BY MATT SESOW
(First Orders will ship Wed June 20 with special cartoons and extra songs! Thanks to everyone who has ordered!)
Mixtape, "The Future, or What's Left of It" is now for sale (with free artwork)
my mixtape cd with 12 songs is now for sale, chock full of new and unreleased material (before the official upcoming release). now you can buy the first printing, each autographed with an original cartoon included. only 100 are available right now.
every drawing is different and personally penned by me after you order the CD. the whole package is $8 +2 shipping. it will mostly recoup studio costs and keep my urine dirty.
10 bucks is a bargain for the 2 years this took to produce. its probably the most politically charged album ever-that's right, you can suck it, Neil Young. it's sort of like a yoga video with less spandex.
I will ship the CD's and artwork whenever the orders come in. The first 25 orders will also get an additional song included.
My music is like eating a pound of mescaline with David Icke. My verses are binoculars for the apocalypse. The album is a one man mission to save humanity while I sleep on my Mom's couch.
I rap for the kids who got beat up in high school. Most of my time is spent in a haze trying to find my keys. Shadow government agents drop poison Xanax in my soy milk. Bilderberg agents plant microchips in my toenails. Vatican assassins fry me with psychotronic weapons and read my thoughts. Luckily, I protect myself with crystals and rub-on tatoos. I run the suburbs with an iron fist, so don't get it twisted. or I will order my cleaning lady to kill you.