Max Schaefer

New Song I wrote. John Mayer… let’s tour?

jhnmyr:

Reduce, reuse, recycle.

Here’s me and my band. 

Here’s a link to our youtube which has two shitty open mics we did as a joke. (Real videos are coming.) www.youtube.com/user/mschaefer190

Here’s how you can help: REBLOG! 

Thank you folks

Max Schaefer 

dailydiscourse:

Coldplay-The Scientist

What a wonderful song.

jennieliang:

I had a WTF moment the first time I heard this - second single off Thank Me Later.  Really Drake, most anticipated album of the year and you’re gonna give us two crap songs?!  And I had insane hopes for a Drake/Dream track but this shit just sounds like a slower version of this Dream song.

Eff this, now I’m just waiting for Nas and Damian Marley’s Distant Relatives, May 18th!

Above you see a picture of the worst rapper ever… Juvenile. Okay, maybe “worst rapper ever” isn’t true, but he is definitely the worst rapper to ever get a deal. Don’t believe me? Here are a couple songs that should make you want to drive chopsticks into your ears.

“Ha”

“Set it off”

“What’s happening”

Actually, if you just Youtube him you should find a sufficient amount of garbage. There is nothing that ANYONE can say to justify the song “Ha”… ever. 

“Where does your infatuation with hip-hop come from Max?”

I encounter that question more than I can count. I thought I might take a minute to answer and hopefully in doing so I’ll clarify for myself a little bit how it all started… and gather a HUGE FOLLOWING YEAH! <—- Joke.

Most of my childhood memories consist of me and my mother. The ones that standout however, consist of me and my mother fighting viciously… no… not physically… we were anti-Bush. Anyhow, one fight that hasn’t faded from my mind in the least was about a CD I wanted… The Marshall Mathers LP. Now, anyone who listens to hip-hop will know that there was good reason my mom didn’t want to grant me access to the lines (you know, the ones about killing nuns and raping fat girls) of the most prolific rapper of all time… I suppose that last bit is subjective. After several hours of screaming and yelling, however, she decided she would compromise and buy me the EP… This contained only four or five of the songs she was so adamant about keeping me away from; how she rationalized this as being okay, I do not know. Needless to say I was overjoyed. 

Before we were home from the record store I had ripped the plastic off and read the inside of the cover, smiling to myself all the while, knowing that I had won the battle. I can’t recall why I wanted that CD so badly, but I know it changed my life forever. I waited until we got home (I had enough insight not to play it in the car) and popped it in my discman… remember those? Have you ever seen someone in total shock? Jaw to the floor… completely frozen? That was me, ten years old, feeling guilty, giddy, and wondering why and how I could swear as effectively. In retrospect I really didn’t know what a lot of the content even meant, but the curses after every other word were so outrageous that it was enough to keep me pressing repeat. 

My mom probably had no idea that I was in my room absorbing and repeating single word on the EP… until our next argument. I remember it was something about the food being served at dinner, but I let out a string of words so violent and affective that my mother actually dropped the plate of revolting food she had intended to serve me. Now, this is not why I love hip-hop… it was the catalyst. 

Throughout the years this music has consoled me when nothing else would. That EP was my first love, but it introduced me to a whole world of people like me… People who can’t get enough of, and can’t get away from hip-hop. I don’t limit myself to this music, as I believe no one should limit themselves to anything of the nature, but it’s a part of my life everyday. If I hadn’t had these artists as outlets during my adolescence, I don’t know how I would have a fared. I can confidently say that I am now a better speaker (and swearer) because of that first EP. 

Thanks Marshall.

Max Schaefer 

Haha! How far we’ve come, Kanye… Or regressed? You choose. 

So my homie Logan just called me, as he always does when he thinks he’s written a dope verse, and said this to me while Jay’s beat was blaring in the background.

“I love girls, they love me too, some say I’m cute and I can pass for twenty-two.” 

My friend, I think you’re on to something here. Finish the song and up it goes.