the city is crying

Hey, so I’m sure y'all know the deal with Owl City now because Fireflies has become a huge meme. I feel the need to make this post because some nasty haters have popped up about the creator. Here are a few fun facts about Owl City:

- Owl city is not a band. It is one guy named Adam Young creating every song. He occasionally collaborates with singers,but creates all his own music.

- He has released several full length albums and multiple singles. Movies like Wreck it Ralph and the Croods feature original Owl City songs.

- This guy is all about positivity. Most of his music has a bouncy, happy mood to it.

- Puns

- He is a very devout Christian and has many beautiful songs about his faith. Some are covers, some are original.

- Basically the sweetest person alive? He wrote a song for his dad on Father’s Day, has collaborated with a charity to feed the poor (Here’s Hope was written for this) and runs a twitter account of random movie quotes and funny thoughts.

- His music is beautiful and uplifting. He puts so much work into it and overcomes social anxiety to perform it live.

- He has a form of autism and is an insomniac.

- In 2016 he created 12 original albums of instrumental music that focused on different historical events. All of them are available for free download from his website ayoungscores.com. 12 albums for free!

Please respect this guy beyond just the Fireflies song. He does his best to be a good example and a representative of his beliefs.

June 12, 2016 marked the deadliest mass shooting in American history. It was at a gay bar, Pulse, and it was a hate crime. The shooter was an American citizen, targeting the LGBT+ population, who ended the lives of 49 people.

On this, the anniversary, please don’t forget. Don’t forget the 49 people who lost their lives, don’t forget the reason the shooter carried out the crime, and don’t forget that still, today, we aren’t safe.

This is not normal.

A Shitty Description of Gorillaz Albums

Self Titled: Stoner music. The smell of weed clinging to everything that you own. Jamming with your friends in your parent’s garage. Bloody noses. Bruised knuckles. Shitty arcade games from the eighties.

D Sides: Black light. Shitty bowling alleys in the middle of nowhere. Having fizzy drinks come out of your nose. Broken glass. Molotov cocktails. Fluorescent lights. Fading highway lines that stretch on forever. Knock off raybans.

Demon Days: Edgy. Drawing on your sneakers with sharpie. Chain smoking. Old zombie movies. Dance music tinged with murder. Being suicidal but seeing the beauty in living.

Plastic Beach: Being shipped to summer camp. Sunlight burning you to a crisp. Old tubes of paint. Music playing far away in the distance. Sand beneath your toes. Sun burn.

The Fall: Mid November. Being stuck in a hotel room in a city that you’ve never been to. Smoking on curbs. Crying but you don’t know why. Pills making your mind go blurry. Feeling numb all the time.

Humanz: Vibrant. Mid July. Drugs, but quality drugs that make you fuzzy for hours. Fancy bar cocktails. Hickeys. Waking up in a stranger’s bed. The scratchy sound that old records make. A TV just buzzing with white noise. Knowing all the lyrics to songs that you’ve never heard. Lipstick. Tights.