MUSIC & VIDEOS.
Free stuff!
A ghost hitches a ride with a skeleton lady and they have happy sexy time at a combination motel and chapel. Then she calls him from the White House, being as she's the president, and says that the head of the FBI is acting weird. The ghost fires up a blunt. The FBI guy's head bobbles around and then takes off like a rocket and becomes a hot air balloon with the ghost and the president in the gondola. Ghosts wave to them from the ground. The ghost cuts loose a couple of sandbags and they fly away over a graveyard where a pink ghost reads his own epitaph on his headstone and then turns into a bag of bones. A one-eyed cat, a wiener dog, a steer in a cowboy hat and and a squishy pink pig show up and dance. Then they all disappear, the end.
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I've been slogging around on the bottom of the ocean for a couple of months, but I finally made myself draw something a couple of weeks ago just to do something, any damn thing a-tall. This is the result. It's an excerpt from a longer song, "Jamocha Lotta Dooba," about being the first First Gentleman of the United States, but I have to do a remix on it before I release it to streaming services as it's too boomy.
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Playing Dungeons & Dragons while smoking ciggie butts and drinking beer. If you were a teenager in Venice, Calif., in the 1970s, you might recognize this.
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"Rocket Ship of Love" is a rerecording of a song I wrote years ago when I was in the band before I was in the band before I was in the band that I was last in, not counting the Deadly Dewdrops. I think we were Los Buckarubes. Or maybe the Radar Rangers.
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I just had the nose flute part stuck in my head and wanted to draw something to go with it.
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All hand-drawn animation in the old style. It's childish and mean but not nearly mean enough, really.
Feel free to share it. I'm not making any money off of it that I know of. Please credit me, though.
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Just think, 10 songs from the catalogue of the Beer Barrel Polecats, beloved underachievers of the 1990s San Jose nightclub scene, updated for old-fogey tastes and recorded by the Deadly Dewdrops. We don't do autotune or 1/1 dance time, and beatless beats are beyond our ability to grasp.
We're freakin old, man. We didn't have beards back then. Beards hadn't been invented yet. That's how old we are. Sooner than you think, you will be old too. Haha, sucker.
Seriously, life goes by fast. Give these songs a listen and then go make your own music. If anyone tells you you're doing it wrong, tell them to piss off. Unless they want to teach you—in which case, listen up.
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Available on Spotify, too, but it wants me to sign up before giving me a link. Nope, not gonna do it.
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An absolutely true story except for the parts I made up. But I am sorry for the awful things I've done.
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Never bump off a snail's entire family. Don't do it!
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My first foray into the world of animation cartoonery. Aspect ratio, what's that?
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