Hi, My name is Daniel.
I draw from time to time, but first of all, I create music. Sometimes the music collaborate with images - that's my perfect combination. Recently I started my journey in photo world. Let's see what will happen.
Find me on my Instagram and say hi! ---> swideer.art
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My pleasure π
hey super good music!!
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oh yeah! I keep listening π any chance of having the Great Silence on iTunes in the future?
Actually, we had a lot of issues with puting our album on streaming media this time. That's how it looks like, when you are totally unknown band without label π so honestly - it should be on iTunes and I have no idea why it doesn't. Thank you for letting know. I will do my best to check with the uploading service we used π and once again - thank you. It means a world to us, when someone is reaching for our music β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
Thanks for the llama π
I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. Itβs hard. But I digress.
His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergies. But then things went downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. Had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. Itβs kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just not going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.
So under the cover of high noon, he fled, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that poultry drama? γ½(ΰ² _ΰ² )γ