Monday, April 2, 2012

âºDream High || Dance mixâ

►Dream High || Dance mix◄
(HD) first Dream High vid. I wanted to make this like an introductory video:P But yeah I will vid this show too. I am on ep 10 atm.. Any Pil Suk /Jason fans out there?! :) haha I hope you like it!





Ram-Theme (Dead Island) as Tank-Theme (Left 4 Dead 2)

Ram-Theme (Dead Island) as Tank-Theme (Left 4 Dead 2)
Track called "Ram Attack" from Dead Island took place instead of the original tank theme. I think it makes his whole appearance much more dramatically :DI guess I'm keeping it just for fun ... That guy talking in the middle of the video is not me xD Thanks Buddy for interrupting the whole session ... twice XDD How did I change it? Just search for the original tank-track in Steam\SteamApps\common\left 4 dead 2\left4dead2\sound\music\tank and replace it with any music you want.. Also note that your new track needs to have the exact same name as the original or the game will not find the path later, also that every additional length as the default will be cut out (the music will suddenly stop and then loop again). Don't know how to fix that :)





The Smiths "Girlfriend in a Coma" Cover -- Ballard Basement Band

The Smiths Girlfriend in a Coma Cover -- Ballard Basement Band
This is the third video from the March 2012 Ballard Basement Band "Rockstar Experiment." Covering the ironic Smiths song "Girlfriend in a Coma" is Ken Moore on drums and keyboard, David Purnell on bass, Charly Grogan on guitar & Kali Sakai on vocals. Mixed and recorded with Garage Band, all instrumentation recorded live. Dave is unfortunately cut out of the main shot due to having to reconcile the aspect ratio of the KenCam with the Band Cam.





Gifts from Enola - Thawed Horizon

Gifts from Enola - Thawed Horizon
Gifts from Enola - Thawed Horizon "There's always something. Whether it's drugs, fast food, empty sex, the dead weight of some pointless fucking celebrity or a reality television obsession. We're all drowning in something: Fear--fear of the future, fear of death; an endless fruitless quest for success and social acceptance. There are oceans over all of us. Oceans of something that flood our skulls at night and slowly erode us and wash our dreams away. And we pour out from our eyes when our minds just can't hold anymore. And we don't have to blame anyone, anybody, but ourselves. We need to think that we're being held under, that there's some other hands around our throats or on the back of our heads grabbing our ankles and pulling us down. But I think if we were to just open our eyes for a second, I mean wake up, and snap out of this self-deprecating siren song that we all sing to each other, I think that we would see that those hands are our own. If we would look up to the s! urface, I think we would see others reaching down, begging us to come up into the sun, and just breathe."