#2000's indie

[ladycharles]

💖 My next single, Child of the Night, will be released September 29th! Check out this little teaser. Influenced by David Bowie, of Montreal, Late of the Pier, MGMT and more - it's disco, 2000's indie, anthemic rock and roll all in one. 💖

Presave -

Check out some of my other music below

[visuac]

[haenxn]

ㅤㅤㅤཐི𓈒 ཐི ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀྀཐ𓈒ཐི ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ 𓂃ཐི𓈒ཐི ♥︎ཋྀㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤౢㅤㅤ.ㅤ⬚

To ㅤㅤTirelessㅤㅤ End.

[posthumanwanderings]

https://www.reddit.com/r/FrutigerAero/comments/185chbf/you_sure_you_guys_just_arent_depressed_or/

[coquetita]

you just make me wanna say…. hey it’s me………. !

[cellulardreams]

MGMT 2010 by Leona

[sludgeware]

Message to anyone looking to make a "2000's edutainment" themed horror game

Do yourself a solid and do your research. Its so easy and genuinely fun to go back and play old crappy games. If you need somewhere to start looking, check out Myabandonware (an archive of retro computer games from 1978 to 2012, which are free to download and take up like zero space on your computer) or Flashpoint (another free to download mega archive of almost every game that was lost to time after flash died off.) I'll even link 'em to you. here.

It's not that hard to make something look authentic to this time. it's not that hard to do research so you know what your project should look like. Also it's just fun to play toys and games. Go play toys!!!!

[beauh]

[fabysaturn]

🌈🌟Happy Artists (ARG): "Jollygood Artshow! Update" SNEAK PEEKS! 🌈💙

There will be surprises waiting for you in the update! The Happy Critters and the happy team are crafting and preparing for the big art show, hope everyone's excited!

[angeliqueacademy]

prologue & black coffee

I didn’t want to move. All I’ve known was moving from one town to the next. But this time this was permanent, well, semi-permanent at least. The first time I heard about Angelique was after my mother found my pack of cigarettes in my room. That was the last straw for her. I didn’t even know this place existed until she secretly applied for a scholarship against my wishes and got my acceptance letter later to rub it in my face that I was attending the start of the fall term. I obviously wasn’t pleased when my parents forced me to attend this school. 

It was a Sunday morning, I arrived in Limpet, a small town on the North Shore of Long Island. I was told that this place mostly consisted of swamps, lakes, and forests. On the outskirts of it were gift shops, independent businesses, beaches, and loads of nautical paraphernalia. The scenery was vastly different from the old town I lived in, there was so much green.

On my way to the academy, this school wasn’t like the previous schools I’d attended. The exterior looked outdated but not in a creepy, abandoned, start of a horror flick, black mold asbestos sense, but in an “I’m too lazy to spend money on the school’s exterior and we’re gonna spend all of our money towards outreach events” sense.

 The whole car ride with my mother was awkwardly quiet. I only brought two cases of luggage which suited me fine, I didn’t pack much moving-wise anyway. We both felt all butt nothing but disdain towards each other. The “trouble” I got into my freshman year of high school was never overlooked by my parents. They were extremely disappointed in me, but I didn’t care. 

“We’re here.” Mom ended up breaking the silence after I walked out of our white 1995 Honda Accord. “And take that stupid piece of metal out of your nose!” She pointed at my silver nose ring and snapped at me, “And those earcuffs! You’re going to one of the top twenty schools in America, start acting like it!” I scoffed as my ear cuffs weren’t even ear cuffs, they were genuine piercings that I pierced myself in the girls’ bathroom alongside my friends back at Sherman High. Was it a little bit crooked and doesn’t look done by a professional? Well a bit, but at least I put gloves on before I went through doing it! Besides, once you lose the studs you never go back, hoops for the win. I took them both out sulking like hell. I wouldn’t expect my mother nonetheless my parents to get or understand my sense of style. 

I’m gonna put them back in anyway…

It was hot outside but not in a dry way like I’m used to. It was very murky and humid. Over to my left were many gnats flying in the same brainless motion. Birds were chirping and cicadas were buzzing from out of my vision. I then peered at the academy’s exterior more intricately, the outside certainly looked ten times better than this insane asylum-like architecture, and the groundskeeping looked straight out of a fairytale having a plethora of shrubs and flowers scattered throughout the lot. Immediately as I got out of the car, I could’ve sworn I got a mosquito bite on my ankle.

Behind me, I heard footsteps. My mother signaled for me to turn around. I saw a slender, bookish middle-aged woman in her late 40s, mousy brown hair with minor strays of gray slicked back in a neat bun, brown eyes, and big framed glasses with a burgundy blazer and pencil skirt down to her knees and thin black heels. I couldn’t help but notice the insignia of the school emblem pinned on the collar of a bee resting on an open book with letters on the top reading. “VIVE ET DISCE.” This must be the headmistress of the school. 

The Headmistress's face went from deadpan to having emotion, “Hello!  You must be the Da Silva’s! A pleasure to meet you both!” Mom eagerly shook her hand, “Yes, I’m Marie. And this is my daughter, Lacey.” I swallowed my pride and shook the headmistress’s hand as well. “I’m Mrs. McCoy, the Headmistress of the school, please do come inside!” We both followed the headmistress into the entrance of the school, our footsteps echoing throughout the halls and the doors slowly creaking shut behind us. The school’s entrance looked straight out of the Marie Antionette movie, minus the bright vibrant colors. It wasn’t super dark either, just really neutral and overly brown. The floor was checkered black and white. In front of me were a ton of trophies for various academic and athletic achievements and a marble bust of a Gibson Girl. Behind it was a commissioned portrait of the school founder who ironically looked angelic with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a white lace tea gown. The engraving at the foot of the painting frame read “Angelique Cuthbert.” 

To my side was the front desk, with an elderly woman with a straitlaced blouse and a plaid pleated skirt that went down to her ankles with pointy cat eyeglasses. This lady was fast asleep with her mouth wide open! I couldn’t tell if she was taking a nap or if she was dead. “Forgive Mrs. O’Shea, she’s a little tired.” The headmistress nervously chuckled then cleared her throat, “Welcome to Angelique Academy. Our faculty has been awaiting your arrival, our academy has been deeply rooted in transforming girls into young women since 1919.” She exclaims. “School isn't in session as of now, all classes start tomorrow. In a few minutes, I will take you upstairs on the second floor to my office to show you your schedule and residency information on campus.” The Headmistress gestured to follow her way.

As we followed Headmistress McCoy to her office I couldn’t help but smell the overwhelming scent of printed paper and freshly brewed coffee. I look around her room which typically consists of drawers, bookcases, and her desk. Standing next to Headmistress Mccoy’s chair, I saw a woman with big strawberry blonde curly hair and floral print business attire. My face turned pale, no shit, is that? “Aunt Jan?” My eyes widened in shock, surprised, “What are you doing here?” I haven’t seen my Aunt Jan in ages. Though I guess it makes sense. Although I only saw her once or twice growing up since she lived in New York, I do remember she used to teach mathematics to teens. Oh my gosh, does she work here? Does she know why I’m here? 

I slowly go over to Headmistress McCoy’s desk sitting alongside my mother. Aunt Jan smiled softly at me. Still dumbfounded, I just stared at her. 

Suddenly I turned back to Headmistress McCoy who seemingly pulled out my file while I was daydreaming into nothingness. As she sat down,  I stared into her cold harsh eyes, rigidness that could whip an addict back into shape. I wasn’t threatened. I was used to these types of people. She looked back down to my file and examined it carefully.  “Not many young women who applied here could be in your shoes, nor have this academic ineptitude of yours,” The stoic headmistress passed my academic records from across the desk I was sitting at and pointed at my absences and plummeting grades from middle school from freshman year. 

“Your parents must be very fortunate that you will be beginning your education at Angelique.”  My mother nodded at McCoy’s response, “Yes Headmistress, unfortunately my daughter has been under some ‘bad influences’ last year at her previous high school.” I rolled my eyes at my mother. She has no idea what she’s fucking talking about... “Her father as well as I are hoping maybe she’ll have a fresh new start at this school since her acceptance letter was received in the mail...” Headmistress McCoy gives a sympathetic expression, “Don’t worry Mrs. Da Silva, you're in good hands here. A few parents were in your shoes just like you last year, and now their daughters are all in the Debate Club here.” You’ve got to be kidding me, Debate? Do I seriously look like a high-achieving nutjob whose only goal in life is to pass all honors classes to go to an Ivy League University that would cause me so much student debt I wouldn’t be able to pay off by the day I die? Over my dead body.

All I’ve been doing for most of my life was listen, listen, listen, why should I listen to anyone if no one will ever listen to me? This school is nothing but a lie on a glossy pamphlet and the fact they think it could straighten me out when there’s barely anything to change about me in the first place. There was nothing all at this school would fix because quite truthfully, there’s absolutely nothing! 

Out of all the places I could go, out of all the places I could be, why here? 

[would-they-listen-to-that]

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[visuac]

restless smoke stacks

[aeolianblues]

Kings of Leon: 2003 and 2008

Here are some of the Kings of Leon albums we were sent promotionally at my campus radio station.

July 2003, a promotional CD of Youth And Young Manhood, with the band's silhouette in a shiny embossing, which on digital versions is just replaced with a grey negative space.

In October 2008, we were sent Only By The Night, the album that truly broke Kings of Leon out of the realm of campus, indie and underground radio, and put the band on the commercial and national airwaves.

Up until this album, the band had been the dark horses of the indie scene: too alternative for commercial and rock radio, but too uncool for an indie scene synonymous with NYC nightclubs, haircuts on the front page of the NME and alternative city boy fashion. In a world of Karen O's style, Julian Casablancas' melancholy, Alex Kapranos' sharp dressing sense, Russell Lissak's hair and Pete Doherty's volatility, the Nashville band seemed a little out of place.

Then came the singles, Sex On Fire and Use Somebody, and suddenly the brothers (and friend) were in heavy rotation on commercial indie radio. Or so I'm told by my cohost, who has been a radio DJ through all those crucial early Kings of Leon years. Me, I was in primary school and didn't care for indie music, that's why I'm on campus radio right now.

Anyway, figured I'd post these since Can We Please Have Fun just came out. This one's for the Kings of Leon fans!

[saveraedae]

"Get it Right This Time! (The Mark Side Opening Theme)"

- Muscape, Kruyo, & Studi01 ft Collin Weiler, Andre Grandpierre, & Xeph The Panda

COMING DECEMBER 4th TO YOUTUBE

AVAILABLE TO STREAM DECEMBER 5th

ANIMATED MUSIC VIDEO COMING 2024

[lifeis-strangemercy]

Beck w guitar #1😋

Did a little thing a few weeks ago as practice

I cannot find the photographer of this image for the life of me so pls pls pls if you know it tell me and I’ll credit them!!

[teenagedirrtbag]

days that sounds like this song -