BREAKING NEWS THAT WILL SHAKE THE INDUSTRY
SoundCloud just lost a hell of a lot of bandwidth!!
I was gonna repost Cyr by the Pumpkins, the whole thing 22 tracks from 2020 or something, it's good, don't believe me, whatever. Then I notice it sounds like shit. Then I realize every single song I click on, even mine, sound like shit!! Like, literally 1.7mb per track mp3s.
Don't believe me, the least threatening black man of all time Lavar Burton, from Star Trek: The Next Generation? Go to your local library and check out SoundCloud.com for yourself!!
Dan Pruett
@Harvester
I am generally cautious of live performance video clips of myself getting out there. Some have gone viral. Tyler, the Creator can go to hell. He wrote Scum Fuck Flower Boy about me way back in 2017 I think it was, almost won a Grammy for it.
A whole album of him hazing me basically, because I wrote a scathing review of his debut album Bastard. I wish my album Streams could have been nominated for a Grammy in 2014. It was beautiful. Some work I've listened to on this feed should be nominated for Grammys.
I'm glad Jelly Roll said what he did, even though they cut him right off just as soon as he began. I still feel a little left out though. Because I loudly fucked off country music at my first arena debut band performance, and haven't had that kind of crowd support at home ever since.
At 24 years old, I stood tall with my band, B. Hasemeyer and Friends, made up of myself, Dillon Shammond (long hair, typical flannel and jeans type, looks just like Kurt except a lot of long facial hair, who assisted on vocal and acoustic guitar) Galaxy Lineberger (on keyboards and/or violin depending on the song and she played and sang lead with a uke "Raisin in the Sun") and Tim Hecker (a black dude, in the heart of Casar NC, where no black man dare travel usually, not joking). Us 4 versus at least 3 thousand people, probably an estimated easy five, I really have no idea maybe as many as ten thousand people were there within listening distance, it was a big outdoor open arena with high slopey hills that encircled the stage.
Six songs in I heard some loud booing coming from close to the left of the stage, which I knew to ignore, then the host of the gig came up to me asked me to play just one more song and I said, can we play 3 more? You understand this was after years of pursuing busking and bars and small clubs during my 20s, I wasn't being unreasonable.
She said, we'll see how it goes. What I didn't know was that there were a lot of people, still are a lot, who want nothing more than to see me fail. I ended the night, my last song, with "The Dance" by Garth Brooks. Booing all throughout, as far as I could hear from the left side, ago were so displeased with me they would rather hear a loud air conditioner I guess. Then, and this is the clincher, I went up to the mic to thank the audience for listening having us out. They had turned my fucking mic off and as soon as I'd touched the fucking mic the speakers start blaring with Kid Rock's version of Sweet Home Alabama, whatever the fuck that song is called. So, I gotta little angry on stage. I took the chord out of the back of the mic. I plugged it back in, I tried the mic again.
Then I pointed the mic at the audience. Lots of people, now, I'm actually looking at them, holding it out to them with an extended arm, and saying, "I'm sorry did y'all want to hear something else?" Since then, I've been deemed disrespectful to an audience of thousands, and reading this essay will further point out how I have little love for country music.
It assumes that all we need to do as humans is read the Bible enough to know it well, plant and water the crops, take care of the livestock, drink enough alcohol to make us all happy and fuckable, turn out the lights, say our prayers, and go to sleep happy and fulfilled, wake up, rinse, repeat. "Jesus doesn't belong to Country music." Thanks Jelly Roll for saving Country Music's ass, from, I guess having too much Jesus? Then the camera cuts to Reba for approval. Jelly Roll, what I'm the hell kind of a prayer is "Lord I need a favor" even supposed to be? You want to throw jugs up? Let's go. "Hard Won Hallelujah" is a song I could write in about an hour if given a prompt. It appeals to every white southern demographic, while alienating all others.
Jesus also doesn't belong to any mainstream crossover artist who has ever had a real experience with Jesus Christ and been brave enough to speak about it, especially black artists who are already taking mad heat just for being successful in America. Jesus also doesn't belong to Kanye West, or Kendrick Lamar, but there's no doubt in my mind that they knew or know or have had a reason experience with Jesus the real real Christ, which in my mind means they are not crazy, not lost, but Brothers in Christ. And I'll be shooting the shit with Kanye in heaven for sure if I don't meet him by the end of the year, as long as he quits the H*** Hit** bullshit.
That's another long story I can't unravel right now, though I have time, my hands feel unreasonable. I was bumping and grinding and moving to type the letters in with my hips on the screen. Couldn't turn down Radiohead. Nor the Pumpkins. Nor Janet Jacket, or The Beastie Boys, or Chemical Brothers, or Snoop Dog, or Dr Dre, or Lil Kim, or anyone making it rain on dem hos as they used to say when they used to say.
I turned down Columbia and Sony in 2015, instead chose to hand-burn 25 CD copies of Streams, my 3rd https://bhasemeyer.bandcamp.com/album/streams B. Hasemeyer album and still the prettiest. Now, at 40 I win bread for myself by caring for my 91 year old Army vet Grandad for some contrast at what 40 means to me and Jelly Roll, comparatively speaking. I would have signed with Columbia if I'd have known that my home town of locals would cut off their respect and support toward me as a legitimate artist.
I mean, when you have a box of CDs, jewel cases, original artwork, with linear notes and all, and you can't sell one CD for even like $5, man that hurts. It didn't break my spirit, it just did my career. So, since then, the option has been to move to a new town, remain unsigned, and gig, bar bus, do the Elliott Smith thing. Impossible right now. Grandaddy Pruett needs me.
I pray to Jesus daily for the strength to continue. I have an empty mind sometimes standing for half an hour with a cell phone because sitting feels unproductive. I'm also probably "On the spectrum" after watching a bit of TV last year. When I use my Android TVNXTPaper I type letter by letter, two thumbs McGee; I won't activate voice type, for fear of Gemini, or whatever the AI companion is that came with the phone, this version of this particular Google account. Google still, as far as I can remember, doesn't know the sound of my voice.
This is arbitrary talking at this point. The sound of my voice is in reams of wavs and mp3s and m4as and aiffs all over the internet. Maybe that's why my music career seems to be at a standstill. Here's something new, something I've never tried before, a b-side of a YouTube visualizer of a live take in KarmaBeasT Studio, Shelby NC forever apparently, because traveling around the world with the power of rock n roll hasn't much appealed to me from the beginning.
I don't know what music is anymore, what it's meant to sound like, or ever was supposed to sound like, and I'm not sure any of that matters much. Like, the whole industry would disagree with me. But that's why I said a big fuck you hell no to the industry when I was 26, then 28, then again to some great people who embraced me like a perfect family when I was 29 or so and wanted me to move to North Myrtle Beach and just jam all day on acoustic, which is usually when I'm happiest.
But I said nah, I'm on vacation, I'm going to return home with my family, go on back home with my girlfriend, try to do what I can creatively, use my gift with words constructively to help people I care about, mostly through text but sometimes in person. And to write and produce songs others may enjoy, and honestly so I can appreciate them also. I make ugly music. I make beautiful music. Depends on the emotion I'm trying to convey.
Tis one was pretty much just for Matt, who has finally settled upon the name KarmaBeasT, who is brought to you by The Karma Prophet, who also Believes in Jesus. Jesus doesn't belong to Anybody Jelly Roll, you either believe in him and belong to him therefore rejecting the riches and ways and things of this sinful world, making you belong to Him, or you deny him, pursue your own worldly goals and desires which was being loud and fat and not giving a fuck about your bro Fiti Futuristic who went his own way, if you remember ICP, who created the Juggalos, the most violent dangerous gang in the United States up until that point in the mid nineties, for which you both did serious time for as I understand. Jelly Roll, if you want the real "in" on me, just hit the hell up Tyler, The Creator on X and ask who the hell I am and what the hell have I done with my life?
Who is in my band H A R V E S T E R we're just tryna get our shit together now Jelly Roll but soon like March 4 our EP will mostly feature your old ICP bruh Fiti reborn as Mr Psycho Missile, not only spittin a verse in reverse while scratching the disc just to diss but to repeat the cross message before Mel Gibson drops the next'en or press pause so T can instruct with the mic "Let all people who literally do not judge people by the black or the white, skin color into our gigs, and those who think more or less of somebody based on skin color, no access. Kick rocks."
Such disgusting wordplay. Jesus does not belong to Country music. Exactly why I don't listen to it much. Because Country music is the only genre high-horsed enough to assume Jesus belongs right there beside Hank Jr and Willie Nelson and Kid Rock and Johnny Cash and Woodie Guthrie. I knew Woodie somewhat well. Took me some years to figure it out, but I've got his arms and his fingers. My hands are my own.
Dan PruettIt's probably filed under "unclassifed," as far as genre goes. A five years later acoustic revisit to the spirit of an 11 minute downward word-spiral called, with no explanation as to why, Looping Charlie. Here is the explanation: it was JC Luff's original title to the instrumental track. I never credited him, I hope he understood. Didn't want my tracklist to be too JC Luff heavy, idk why I still worry about shit like that. Have you heard anything from the Luff lately Almark? He used to make the most cerebral electronic music is the universe. And the most hilarious Facebook memes no lie, have t heard from him since way before Mew even was finished, way back like 2020. Any news?
Dan PruettActually, I will file it under "unglassieyed"
Almark *we haven't spoken in years, but I am reaching out to all kinds of people - now I reached out to 322 past radio emails, and that rekindled WEATNU [OUR] - my next goal is to reach out to every single person who has ever used our label on weatnurecords@gmail.com once the artist directory is complete - about 60% complete now. Once this happens and we have a good solid foundation and place that people who don't necessary wish to be part of the label side of #WEATNU can rest, perhaps they may join us and register themselves as an artist on weatnu.com - I believe I may run into him during this reaching out to over 800 people, who knows.
I have that email and before that during the early months of 2014 - 2015 on weatnu@gmail.com ( recently I was able to recover that old email )
Seriously man, stuff is looking up for us. If you have read the recent posts I made on We are the New Underground, you'll understand I figured out and remembered not only the vision of #WEATNU but why I do it. It's simple, The DIY scene was scattered for years, and we gather up those people and make them part of us. It was already a new underground, a digital one, when I saw these folks in various places, I wanted to bring them to the underground and present them for all to see.
Yes that is my goal, it's clear those 12 years ago make so much sense to me as I've been soul searching and writing stuff out, doing all this development on the other website. I get it now, it's easy to present it to others. Once I have completed the artist directory I'll make a video and tell people in laymens terms what we are doing. Yes we are a collective, yes we are a radio and label and magazine, yes we are a social meeting, all behind the scenes away from the need of large websites. Come here and sell your wares we don't mind...
Dan PruettGood because there's some trippy DIY at home or on the go projects to enhance "listener participation" with some assembly required, to go with my wares.
Almark *very good to hear
Covering Radiohead and Flaming Lips in DJ Set on a Computer With an Acoustic Guitar
https://on.soundcloud.com/MHupzVsGKZ6fQ0vR6e
Almark *that is so home recording kurt it isn't even funny.
Dan PruettPossibly my most leftfield wonk post ever; just broke new ground or ruined my music career with one click.
Almark *nod
Notebook Presentation (The Sound) by B. Hasemeyer
https://on.soundcloud.com/d7H9P9aUX75ABn9uYq
This song is dedicated to the memory of Janice Watts, my late grandmother who I buried three days before Christmas 2025.
Almark, tell us how to get on the air with Transmission Nova or WEATNU OUR, and what's the difference between the two....
I am so glad to see/hear/observe/know that we are now on the air. So far the spirit of 2026 is one of Independence and freedom. Do you guys feel it too? I lost my phone on January 1st, so even my phone felt it, lol 😅
Dan PruettMy accounts were accessed, though no damage was done, far as I can tell. But I did have to Break Bad. I bought a new phone, don't worry I didn't roba bank or anything. Wow. Someone hit me up in the chat I am just full of mad puns and I bit the shit out of my tongue chewing gum at my last remaining Grandmother's funeral over the Christmas season, so I've devlerped some sort of a lisp. So I'd much rather text than talk. In fact I'm considering having my tongue removed now. I haven't been to the doctor, but it's turning black. I ran out of cigarettes so last night my 91 year old Grandfather whom I care for in the the PM-AM hours suggested chewing tobacco. Fell asleep with it in my mouth now he's telling me about his army buddy that they just held his tongue down and sawed it off with a jagged utility knife.
I'll be in the chat.
Almark *they must be rolling back the kbps to 128, horrible.