Hey everyone. Some fellas from London approached me about putting out some records. So that's cool. Neuroses was just released on Grumpy Records, and my self-titled Erases Eraser will release January 3, 2020. The self-titled album will appear in four places: My Bandcamp, Grumpy Records Bandcamp, the Internet Archive for free download, and this website, TannerBabcock.com. The album has been in development for over a year, with two of the tracks having been completed in late 2018.
I am still holding my breath about getting another year for this website. Damn automatic payments. Like I'm literally walking around crossing my fingers, wondering if there will still be TannerBabcock.com in 2020.
The album cover for my next album will definitely be the color green.
Hahaha just kidding you dumbass SQL fly buzzing junior high cracker scripts. No one's breaching this wall of security. Shout out to my socialism GNU GPL boiz we cool but I'm taking this one to my grave. I have however, reached a breakthrough in this site's programming. It is now much smarter and more efficient. Much, much easier to use and maintain.
The second part of this misleading title is true. I am now employed (remotely) as a software developer at a software company that will remain nameless. After years of chasing my tail with this art and music shit, my programming has come through and I am now making a living from it. Also, the benefits include bragging rights and a much more inflated idea of myself.
I hope the rest of you are enjoying good fortune and peace in your lives as I am.
Hello, friends. I would like to announce publicly, that I am ceasing performing in art or music shows for the foreseeable future. My attendance at these kind of events will become sparse. My music and art projects will still go on, but privately and without public exhibition (for now). This is not the reaction to any one single event; it is a number of things in my personal life which are insisting this conclusion.
But also I'm kind of tired of it all. Promoting myself, socializing with the intent to achieve validation, pretending to be friends with people I actually hate, begging to be noticed, begging people who would never give me a second thought to be on their shows. Fuck it. If people want my art or music badly enough they can come get it, because I am blowing my engines and failing to see real satisfaction in bringing it to them. My local art and music communities are superficial, shallow, and empty, not to mention tainted with gentrification anyway. Perhaps one day I will return to doing stuff but it's not gonna be for a while.
I don't even know why I bother writing these fucking things.