Urgent update about my bandcamp page
Okay, so two weeks from now I will be doing a major clean-up of my bandcamp page, deleting a lot of my older albums. I’m telling all of you this because I will be discounting said older albums so that those of you who have expressed interest in getting them can do so. This will most likely be your last chance to purchase a lot of these songs. In case you don’t know my bandcamp page, it’s right here. Long story short, get on that, people! Limited time only, etc etc etc.
If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask
• 23 October 2013 • 4 notes
• 6 October 2013 • 3 notes
note to tumblr users: If you send me an anonymous question, unless it’s a serious question asking for advice, chances are good I will respond sarcastically or terrifyingly.
• 13 September 2013 • 2 notes
update on my life:
I got the job at old navy
I had my first day today
it was clutch.
We get a fifty percent discount and Banana Republic and Gap and a 25 Percent discount at Old Navy, so that’s fucking rad because now I can buy jeans again and not spend 50 bucks a pair.
• 12 September 2013 • 11 notes
I am not an angry or violent person. But if you harbor venomous feelings, or the desire to cause harm, towards anyone I care about, I will torture you until you beg me for the release of death.
• 11 September 2013 • 10 notes
Long post about feminism and me and stuff
So: it took me being on tumblr to realize that I am a “feminist” (though I fucking hate that word because it implies a militant attitude but at the same time like, the fact that it implies a militant attitude is fucked up because it’s basically just supporting the fact that all people deserve respect.)
But anyways, I digress. Lately I’ve been getting some anon messages that I’ve chosen not to publish talking about how I’m either arrogant (which I will assume responsibility for, because I definitely am at times) or, more importantly, how I (and I quote one of these anons), “should be supporting men’s rights instead of women’s rights” because I am “a man, and us men should stick together to stop these feminazi’s” from “belittling us”.
Quick background about my family: My mom was born to a 16 year old native american girl who had an affair with a married (also native american) man living in Phoenix, Arizona. She was scared to raise my mom, not only because she was poor and living on a reservation but because she knew she would be ostracized by her family, her tribe, her friends, and of course, by the man whom she thought she had loved and had been led on to believe had loved her. She also was reluctant to have an abortion, partially because of the stigma at the time (early-60s) but also because of her own beliefs that all things have souls and that my mom was a gift from nature herself, not to mention that she definitely did not have the money to get the abortion anyways. So my biological grandmother found a nice, older jewish couple from New York City to adopt my mom. Keep this whole story in mind.
Now my mom was raised in Long Island by my grandma and grandpa. Upper-Middle Class, white, Jewish, already in their later years (my grandma is 97 now and my mom is 50 so that would make my grandma…47 when they adopted my mom). Basically what I’m saying is that my mom grew up in a pretty cushy situation. My grandpa was one of the head designers for the LEM (the lunar escape module) and they pretty much lived off of that legacy for most of my mom’s adolescent years. But anyways, my mom never really gave much thought to my grandma’s early life and assumed it was relatively boring, etc etc etc. What we all assume of our parents.
Well, it turns out that when my grandma was growing up she and her mother were huge supporters of the women’s rights movement right from when she was just a little kid. In the early 1930s (from the time she was like 14 to the time she was about 17) she worked in a speakeasy in Brooklyn and eventually started smuggling whiskey into the states from a group of friends she had made during a family vacation to Canada. After prohibition she worked as what she calls “an entertainer, if you catch my drift” in a club in Manhattan until the war broke out, at which point she immediately decided she would join the army, because she was a badass, and because, quote, “Rosie the Riveter looked like one ugly bitch. I wanted to do something where I could still look pretty.” Of course, she was denied active duty. Instead she started working intelligence, and seeing as how her whole family was from Germany and she had grown up speaking it around the house, this proved exceptionally useful, and by the time the war ended she moved up the ladder until she was actually put in command of a large group of women (and *gasp* men!) whose sole task was to decode german intelligence that had been gathered from the front lines and pass the information along to higher command. When the war ended my grandma came down with a nasty case of tuberculosis and was put in a TB ward, much to her chagrin. However, while she was there she met a fellow patient, whom throughout her 1 and a half year stay in the ward would follow her around every day and ask if he could just take her out for ice-cream. On the day both of them were discharged she left the hospital and he was waiting outside with two ice-cream cones. At which point she told him to fuck right off. But he just handed her the ice-cream cone and she gave in and when she finished hers there was a ring at the bottom of it. And the rest is history. They adopted my mom, my grandma finally got to stop working, (which, seeing as she came down with TB, was probably a good thing) and most importantly, my grandma secretly taught my mom to be a total badass without her even noticing it.
My mom is a registered black-belt. She is a personal trainer who can probably bench two of me. Before she fucked up her knee she used to run super-marathons and Iron Man races. She was briefly a professional kick-boxer. She met my dad while they were both training sharks and dolphins. She can dismantle a 1960s Mustang and put it back together again in a day. She’s a fucking badass.
Look, all I’m saying is that I find it interesting that it took being on tumblr for me to understand that I was raised by two hardcore feminists. Mostly because I never really thought about it like that. I was raised to understand that women are equal to men in every way. Yes, their bone structure means that they could be considered “weaker”, but my mom is living proof that that is just total bullshit. Sure, they give birth and are the mothers of our species but that doesn’t mean that they are less capable than men are to work and do totally fucking awesome stuff. MY MOM TRAINED SHARKS. It also doesn’t mean that the strong women are all buff and androgynous and such.
I was raised to think of feminism as common sense. Because it is. Dumbasses.
• 19 August 2013 • 21 notes
Nick Brady music downloads (the full list)
I Have Never Left the Country -EP (will be adding more songs to this as they come)
…and now I know what Kafka meant, now I know, now I know. -EP (basically a bunch of songs I never planned on releasing and a bunch of demos and stuff)
A Break in the System -EP (12 songs I recorded and edited in my room between Feb. 15 and Mar. 13)
ALL SONGS AND ALBUMS HAVE A “PAY WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT FEATURE”
so you could pay zero dollars for all of my music or you could help me out and pay for some of it.
EVEN IF YOU’RE JUST TOSSING DOWN A FEW BUCKS YOU’RE STILL HELPING ME :D
plus, it’s getting my music out there, and that’s what matters.
Also, I urge any of you who really like my music, go to my tagged music page on my blog (sidebar button, “Music and such”) and find your favorite song of mine. Reblog that shit, yo. Help a brotha out.
Also, last thing, if any one who is also a musician/singer wants to either a) collaborate or b) cover one of my songs, dude, shoot me a damn message. I’m into that.
• 21 April 2013 • 4 notes
My name is Nick.
I live in Western Mass.
I am in a few bands.
I play music (guitar, vocals, piano, bass, etc)
you can download my music (some of it for free) here and I love to get feedback so feel free to message/reblog me :)
I write poetry and some prose stuff, which you can read here and here
I’m an ex addict. If you’re having issues with that shit, or with anything,
I’ll listen, even if you want to talk about stuff other than that. You can talk to me here.
As far as music goes, I listen to a whole lot of it, from classic jazz to 80s hardcore. So feel free to talk to me about music too if you want to. I like discussions.
Jesse Lacey is a god among men.
I’m straight but I am intensely attracted to/in love with multiple male musicians. Not really sure why.
I’ve never been out of the country. Because I’m dirt poor.
If you want to know a lot more about me because you find me relatively intriguing, you can read my personal posts here
if you want to see pictures of me because you find me relatively handsome, you can gaze at my visage here
and I think that’s it! Enjoy my blog :)
• 5 March 2013 • 1 note