Indie

well i have been using a steinberg Cl1 audio interface, and just plugging my stuff straight to it, then mixing everything in FL Studio. I've uploaded more btw. i probably will tomorrow too...

i'm glad you say that, i always feel like my singings a bit flat.i'll get to work on the lyrics though, i suppose.

huzzah! cant wait!

Thanks, i do enjoy kind words as well. ive got a new song going up now. listen to eet.

I can relate to you, im also a musician who just threw my stuff out there. I actually just posted a post above yours. but nonetheless, your voice makes me jelly bro, i love the lyrics, the overall feel of the song is just downright perfect for how i see PP(ha), and the fact you recorded this with a ukulele as your backup also makes me jelly. i would kill for a ukulele. Personally im kind of a hipster, so i like the homebrewed quality of it. All in all i could see myself listening to this while riding my bike to the grocery store or something with a big-ass grin, because it's so relaxed and happy. So, well done. Now make songs for all the other mane six, and they'll all be on my ipod.

I'll just give you guys everything at once, but first i will offer these links to my twitter, youtube, and soundcloud accounts.

https://twitter.com/jpsheep

https://soundcloud.com/indie-tune

http://www.youtube.c...wolves/featured

Here's the setlist of everything i've done so far

https://soundcloud.c.../sets/thatstuff

I genuinely hate trying to get this stuff to work. You'll probably be better off just going to my actual soundcloud

So, that's all i've got guys. follow me somewhere and you'll definitely see something new soon. Soundcloud usually gets it all first. Thanks for listening guys. Peace.

There were two things Indie knew would be at this convention without a doubt. Music, which he loved, and large crowds of ponies, which he was terrified of. With a deep breath he dove in. I wonder if it's too late to perform... he thought to himself. He had his guitar with him, but right now all it was good for was looks and bumping the occasional stranger. There were as many ponies as he expected, and just as many familiar faces. That would be zero to clarify. Walking among the crowds he spotted the stage and found a seat pretty close. Maybe the music would start soon. A thought struck his subconscious What if this was somepony else's seat? What if he was sitting somewhere reserved for a band, or what if he wasn't where he was supposed to be? No one had told him. It wasn't his fault, right? Stop, he told himself, just breathe. Nopony cares if you sit here. Its just a seat. Relax and look for a band to come on. He turned to the stage and looked around for a oncoming performer.

(whatever happened to the op?)

Indie chuckled at the ponies excitement to record. "[colour=#ff0000]Agreed[/colour]," Indie nodded, "[colour=#ff0000]How's the park sound? I'm pretty much free any day around this time.[/colour]" Indie started towards the door, motioning her to accompany him.

"[colour=#ff0000]Definitely, a sly piece on the guitar could definitely go a ways with your rap. We might could even get something recorded.[/colour]" Indie broke into an open smile. He loved collaborations.

(How do ponies keep in contact with each other? Exchange adresses or what? O.o)

"[colour=#ff0000]Well, it sounds like you've got a unique sound to work with. Not alot of ponies can say that.[/colour]" Indie noted. He stood from his seat, of course after taking the final bite of his tart. "[colour=#ff0000]I'm afraid i have to go. I have a few things to attend to. Thank you for accompanying me for lunch[/colour]." He turned to the baker, "[colour=#ff0000]Thank you for the tart. I'm sure you could tell it was delicious[/colour]."

"[colour=#ff0000]That should pass with practice. At least enough to get a good full sound. How often do you write and practice?[/colour]" Indie wished he had brought an instrument, but he hadn't expected to run into a fellow musician and start a conversation. besides what would he have brought, a ukulele? I't not like he could carry a whole guitar around with him all the time. well, actually he could, but it would be very inconvenient when he was working, or just in general.

"[colour=#ff0000]impressive[/colour]," Indie muttered after she had stopped and he followed suit. It would definitely be interesting to see if they could do an actually collaboration. He could see it working, honestly. An upbeat rhythm with alot of slap harmonics and some alternate picking should do the trick. Of course a solid bass melody would have to tie it all together, he he could sing with her on the chorus. "[colour=#ff0000]Can you sing as well?[/colour]"

Indie cleared his throat for a moment, he wasn't the best at this, but he could keep rhythm and replicate most of the sounds his drums. He produced a simple four count rhythm in a general popstyle. "[colour=#ff0000]Pst-p-p-ka-pa-pa-p-ke-pa[/colour]" Indie felt a little ridiculous, but it was fun.

"[colour=#ff0000]Ah, well i've never really tried rap. I play mostly rock and things of that nature[/colour]," Indie explained, "[colour=#ff0000]but i've heard of artists incorporating rap into rock, so i may want to try it out come to think of it.[/colour]" Indie smiled, [colour=#ff0000]"If i beat-box, can you freestyle to it?[/colour]"

"[colour=#ff0000]I went to a canterlot school. It's been a few years though,"[/colour] Indie said, forcing a smile, "[colour=#ff0000]I'd rather not talk about that though. Primarily i play guitar and sing, but i also really like to play the drums.[/colour]" He took a bite of his tart after he had finished. "[colour=#ff0000]What about you? What do you play?[/colour]" He glanced to the window, suddenly remembering something. Concern lightly brushed his eyes, but he seemed intent of the conversation,and his tart. He took another bite while he waited for her reply and his tea.

Indie noticed Wordplay watching him eat, which made him eat even less, and even slower. He was so antisocial, anytime other ponies were around nervousness and fear constricted his comfort. The conversation did help distract him though. "[colour=#ff0000]That's lucky, i wish my school experience would've been that pleasant[/colour]." He said jokingly, "[colour=#ff0000]Well, I am many things, but a musician is definitely one of them[/colour]." He didn't particularly like talking about being a musician, or an artist for that matter. It seemed too boastful. He liked to just show people.

The baker approached their table inquiring about tea. Indie was a little parched. "[colour=#ff0000]I would love some tea, but only if i can pay for it. You do have a business to run.[/colour]"

Indie nodded his approval. He was a little surprised she hadnt been offended by him calling her loud. He was glad though, he didnt want to upset the pony. He caught the fork in his teeth as she released her magic hold,and set it back to the plate. "[colour=#ff0000]My name's Indie,[/colour]" He said,glad to get that outta the way, "[colour=#ff0000]Indie Tune. Its good to meet you.[/colour]" He continued eating as he spoke, though more slowly, and in noticeably smaller portions. "[colour=#ff0000]You said that you are a minor, shouldn't you be with your parents or something? Or in school?[/colour]" He didn't know exactly what time it was, but it wasnt so late school was definitely out.

"[colour=#ff0000]What does that have to do with sharing some of this delicious tart?[/colour]" He asked quizzically, though he knew full well what she was implying. The thought raised his brow, and further held his smirk in place. What would Jonesie say if she saw him bringing a new pony to their home, especially one so... loud.

She took her seat,and brought out her muffin. Indie began to assume she was intent to deny the upheld bite of tart until the fork was slipped from his grip by her levitation. It startled him, he guessed that was her motive and quickly brushed it off at the question that followed. His expression flew to a serious calm. "[colour=#ff0000]You'll have to forgive me, i didn't mean to be rude or impolite. I tend to be off-put by new ponies and loud noises, and you fit both those criteria through the door,[/colour]" He chuckled, and held a slight smile, though kept his calm aura, "[colour=#ff0000]However, it is my belief that everpony should do what is best for themselves and their surroundings anytime possible, and it would be a crime to ponykind if you were never given the opportunity to taste this dish, as well as if i passed up the opportunity to make a new friend.[/colour]"

"[colour=#ff0000]Very welcome[/colour]," He sang. Swapping for the knife again he repeated his previous procedure, this time without the showy toss. He wasn't entirely sure he could do it again, and would hate to waste any of his tart. His mood was improved at seeing the built confidence of the baker. Indie noticed the glance thrown by the newer guest in the bakery. After a moment he asked, "[colour=#ff0000]Would you like a taste? It's very good.[/colour]" He pushed a chair away from the table and nodded for her to sit. A curious expression masked him as a grin lit his eyes. Cutting another piece from the tart and lifting it with the fork he raised it temptingly towards the unicorn.

Noticing how busy the worker was, he questioned whether he could use a hand. Surely with pastries as good as the one he was eating he made enough money to hire some help. Taking the knife in his jaw he sliced easily into the tart, making a sixth of it into a v-shaped separation. Laying down the knife he picked up the fork. Easily wedging the points of the fork behind the cut piece laying the handle over the plate, Indie made a sort of lever. He raised the tart slice by applying pressure to the overlapped end and took a bite. His expression leaped into joy. Flavors danced on his tongue. A moment passed before he took another bite.

Unconsciously listening to the two other ponies discussing prices he jumped in, [colour=red]“If those are anything close to the quality of my purchase, it's worth every peice[/colour]." The grin that had first dominated his appearance soon receded to be taken place by red. His white coat and red mane did absolutely nothing to hide his blush. He rarely ever spoke so freely, especially to ponies he didn’t know. This tart was magic. He quickly threw his hoof onto the forks end a second time, launching the remaining half slice into the air. He slightly leaned back to smoothly catch the bite in his mouth. He always did enjoy playing with his food.

Indie slid from his reclined position to an upright stance to receive the aromatic bag. "[colour=#ff0000]Have seven for the trouble[/colour]," He spoke as he handed the coins to the baker. Gripping the fresh treasure in his teeth, he mumbled a low, "[colour=#ff0000]Thank you,[/colour]" and began heading for the door. Before he could reach the halfway mark his stomach roared, mimicking an angry bear. Stopping, slightly embarrassed by the draw of attention, he decided it would be best to eat here than to make the long walk home on an empty stomach. Besides, he'd hate for these fresh goods to be chilled when he finally sunk his teeth in.

Smoothly turning on his step he shuffled back to his original seat by the window and opened the bag. The fragrance following was that of imagination. Carefully, and precisely, he lifted the tart from the bag and set it to the table. It was beautiful. Merely the scent of this new-found delicacy threw Indie into a trance, and the appearance was so appetizing he almost feared he might not be able to eat. Though not quite. He almost dug in face first if it hadn't been for the sudden realization that there were other ponies about. Blushing, he asked, "[colour=#ff0000]Um... Could i borrow some silverware?[/colour]"

Indie had seen the mare coming, and noticed when she started into the bakery, otherwise he would've jumped at her abrupt appearance. He grimaced when she shouted her question. He had never enjoyed ponies who could so easily break a pleasant silence, such as the one she had just shattered. He felt himself already growing annoyed of this pony. He shifted in his seat, positioning himself further towards the window.

"Alright," He chuckled, as the stallion trotted to the back of the store.

Indie took a closer look at the pile of papers now strewn about the counter. He had never been one to read these things, but he'd give it a try. "thanks," he said behind the newspaper, looking for something interesting besides the comics. "Oh, um, just one i guess. Jones doesn't like cooked things." He joked to himself and trotted to one of the nearby seats and relaxed, losing himself in thought. he started to hum a tune look about the store. He never was any good at small talk, so he kept his mouth shut until someone spoke to him.

Indie brought a hoof to his chin, pondering what he might try for his lunch. "How about a tart?" he asked the baker, " and, how long might that take to cook?" Not that he had anywhere to be. he was just curious.

He reached for his coin purse he had tied around his neck. "oh, and how much do i owe you?" he started to feel like a bother, asking so many questions.