Hey Tyler, I want to start by telling you about how when I used to watch your amazing basketball music videos as a kid. You inspired me to start playing basketball and make my own youtube channel. My story start with me in sixth grade making my channel and watching basketball all the time and dreaming of being in the NBA. I began to gain popularity in my school because youtube wasn't really normalized as much as it was now and kids would call me by my youtube name "JoeBroPro". On my basketball team I was arguably the best player but kids would mock me and call me a soft youtuber. I tried to not let it get to me but it was real tough for a kid like me who just wanted to be respected and looked up to. By 8th grade I was the best player in the school and we were at our final tournament of the season. I was so nervous as I didn't want to end my middle school career off on a low note. I had this one rival that would always seem to outperform me at a rival school. One of my childhood friends went to that school and told me about how that kid would tell everyone how soft I am and that they didn't have to worry that much about me. His dad was the coach and would echo the same message. When I found this out, it really hurt me. How could someone say something like that about me? I ended up telling my coach and asking him if he felt the same way about me. He was pretty pissed off and told me not to worry about it, and to just focus on myself and getting better every single day. We reached the final game of the tournament and believe it or not, we were matched up with my rival. They immediately started the game by trapping me and forcing me to pass out of double teams and I was missing like crazy and racking up turnovers. I start the first quarter going scoreless and even blew two freethrows. I saw my rival and his coach snicker at the end of the quarter at me and my coach pulled me aside and told me, "Joey look at these people in the crowd. You've got your friends holding signs with your name on them, you've got the girls cheering you on, and most importantly you've got your loving family that just want to see you succeed. The things that the other team is saying about you don't matter because you know who you are. You're a great kid that wants to inspire others. Now go out there and give your supporters something to cheer about." As I wiped tears from my eyes, my teammates gave me a pat on the back to let me know they were there for me. It was game time. We start the second quarter and I glance at my dad who had a grin on his face knowing I was about to really go off. I take the ball up the court and instead of picking up my dribble, I split the two defenders and pull up from three and swish it bottom of the net. The score was 13-20 now, so we were only down 7. Next possession after we get a stop, I spun around my rival on my way to the basket and hit a floater over their center and forced them to call a timeout. I look around and everyone cheering at the top of their lungs and the other team was pissed. My coach told me "YOU SEE THAT? YOU'RE NOT SOFT! YOU'RE TOUGHER THAN ANY OF THOSE OTHER KIDS" By halftime I had 14 points and we were only down 4. I sat most of the 3rd quarter as I was exhausted, and only came in for a couple minutes to manage the bleeding as we were beginning to slip away down 13 points. We entered the 4th quarter down 9 and the pressure was beginning to get to me as I traveled on the first play on my way to the rim. As I bark at the ref, my rival slaps the ball out of my hands and said something like "I didn't know softies could travel like that". I was so livid I almost punched him, and thankfully my teammates held me back. What happened next was the most exciting defensive plays of my life that sparked an incredible run. My rival calls for a pick and drives to the rim. I come over as help defense and absolutely stuff his layup at the rim which starts a fastbreak and my team scores. The level of cheering that started after that was insane. We ended up going on an 11-0 run putting us up 2 points with 4 minutes left and led for the first time in the game. Everyone was shocked. Even the other team. After that the pressure really picked up. Both teams fighting for the championship with only 4 minutes left. They ran a play out of bounds and my rival finished an alley-oop layup right over my head and I looked like a total goof ball. He gave me a shove and it really pissed me off. My team came down the court and fed me in the post. My coach always told us to never shoot fade-aways because of how inefficient they can be, but I was really feeling it now. I posted up my rival and took two dribbles, faked turning right, and then faded left and banked it in really high off the glass. I couldn't believe I made it. Everyone was screaming. We were up two with only a minute and thirty seconds left and the other team missed a shot, but I allowed an offensive rebound and they kicked it out for a three and of somehow make it with one of their worst players. We're down 1 point now with only 45 seconds to go and call a timeout. I couldn't feel my body because of how much adrenaline was rushing through me. Coach asked me if I had any more buckets left in me. I said of course knowing fully they I was extremely nervous. I had tied my career high with my fade-away at 27 points. My coach made us run a play for me to get the ball at the top of the key and make the read to either the shooter in the corner, or drive for the lay-up or get freethrows. We break from the huddle, and something just felt wrong. All eyes were on us and as we ran the play, I absolutely choked and threw the ball away thinking someone on the other team was my teammate. The kid that stole my pass dribbled all the way up the court and passed to my rival, who I fouled in desperation to prevent them from making an easy fastbreak score with only 8 seconds to go. He swishes the first one and stares me down. I said to him "You better not miss this next one" He tilted his head back and gave a little chuckle as if to show how little he respected me. As he shoots the second one he immediately knew it was off and shouted "OFF TO THE RIGHT!" I secured the rebound and called timeout immediately. In the huddle my coach emphasized how we were only down two and just need to get a good look at the basket, so we decided to run the same play as before, where I'd drive and use the corner shooter as a last resort. We break from the huddle, and all the pressure hits me. This is my last game. This is where I can finally prove myself. Everyone is here watching me to see if I can finally win this battle against this kid and prove myself. I catch the ball and could feel the crowds chants. I give a little jab step which set my defender off and gave me room to drive right. Surprisingly my rival switched onto me fast enough to cut off my drive and I was forced to pull it back out. I look up at the clock and see that there was only 5 seconds left now. My rival reaches for the ball and almost steals it but I recover by bouncing it behind my back which wasted about another two seconds. I knew he must've at least stumbled a little because everyone in the crowd went "OOOOO" I take one dribble to the left, now with about two seconds left and see my rival was coming back to try and contest my shot now that I really threw him off. I begin rising for my shot from about NBA 3-point line distance which is way less than an ideal shot but I had no other choice as we were out of timeouts. As I release the ball I could feel every last drop off work I put in to get to this moment right here go into that shot. The ball hits the back of the rim and bounces about 5 feet in the air, the buzzer goes off, and on the balls way down it drops straight through the rim. Final score 57-56 I did it. Everyone storms the court. I could hear them chant "JoeBroPro, JoeBroPro, JoeBroPro" The disgust on my rivals face will never leave my mind. I watched as he threw his chair in anger and stormed out of the building. It was the best day of my life. My friends were telling me how I really did break my rivals ankles on that last play. It was like my dream had come true. Everyone was so happy to see me succeed. I'll never forgot raising that trophy up high with tears in my eyes. As we exit the building my friends were telling me how my rival had thrown in participation medal in the trash can and believe it or not, he did. I won the biggest game of my life, while my hater rival had to leave with a participation medal to symbolize his loss. The taste of victory was so sweet. Thank you, Tyler, for inspiring me to get into the game of basketball, and being a loving person. You made my childhood great. Would really love to see you make a song about this one.
I used to share a house with an old friend. We’ll call him Sal. He had a rough break up and was having issues with pills and he was depressed so he kept doing stupid stuff. After the break up, he moved in an ex girlfriend and started dating her. It didn’t last and she moved out. He ended up letting a girl that should have been a one night stand move in with us. She had a pill problem too. When I told him she needed to help with bills if she was going to stay with us, she quit her job….the same day, and didn’t look for a new one. I did not like this girl. It was winter time and it had snowed and iced over in Texas, where we live. Everything seems to shut down when it snows here, because people can’t drive on ice. Most warehouses stay open when the roads are bad here, and he worked at a warehouse, and he kept making excuses on why he couldn’t go back to work, saying they weren’t open, which I knew was a lie because he had previously told me they don’t shut down over ice on the roads previously. They were just popping Xanax and having sex all night and sleeping all day. He called in 3 days in a row, blaming it on the roads, but they ice had cleared up by the end of the 1st day. On the day he finally went back to work, he texted me and asked me to call him. She was pill-fucked. It was 7:25 in the morning, and I told her to call him. She did, and then she went to go make him lunch, a frozen pizza….at 7:30 in the morning…. 5 minutes after she got off the phone with him, and 30 minutes after he got to work. I let the dogs out and went to my room, came back and she was bent over the stove, hovering, struggling to stay awake. I let the dogs back in and I notice she is passed out bent over the stove. I snap a picture. I get back to my room, chuckle, and realize I should take a selfie with her. I get back to the kitchen and she’s starting to wake up, so I help her back to bed. I call my roommate and tell him, “I know I’ve been bitching at you to go to work, but you need to come home and get this bitch, I just found her passed out on the stove and I’m afraid she’s gonna burn the house down”. He replied “what the fuck, I found her passed out in the laundry basket yesterday”. Eventually I am going to record a song about it. I used the picture as an album cover for my song, “Too Old To Go Hard”, and if anyone wants to see it, it’s on my instagram. You can find on instagram @ wetfaceprobarsandjokes
THIS IS THE STORY OF WHY IT'S IMPORTANT TO HUSTLE: I grew up playing hockey and even though I liked it ok, i was not particularly good. There was no youth program in my town and so from the ages of 9-15 I participated in a league based out of a town about 45 minutes away. I never really fit in because I was, truth be told, more interested in comic books than I was in hockey, and also, I was a Jew. When I told the other kids where I was from they knew it. But I liked to skate and I was decent enough for a smaller kid who's mind was always half on whether Spider-Man could beat Darth Vader in a fight. My parents knew that I didn't really want to stick with hockey and when I was little there were a few times when things got tense at four in the morning with me crying because why the fuck was I getting my ass up at 4 am to go be middling-sucky at hockey in on a team where I didn't have any friends? But my parents wanted me to stick it out because it was my only interest that was mainstream and they didn't want no nerd for a son. The funny thing was, that when I played roller or pond hockey back home with my friends, I was a boss, because none of them had spent years waking up at the crack of dawn to go to the rink and so i sort of had an identity as a (but not THE) hockey kid. I remember one time my friends and I went to play on a court in a neighboring town and a group of kids who were clearly like 3-4 years younger than us smoked our asses. But doing things you're only half-hearted about and kind of suck at can build character: no matter how good or bad you are at something, people will respond to your hustle. It was a pretty simple equation: If I got knocked down and didn't get right back up into the play the coaches would scream. If I popped up and hustled back into to the action they'd praise me, no matter how shitty my defense and shooting was. In the tryouts for my final year there were 90 kids vying for ranked placements on three teams where the best kid was #1 and the shittiest kid was #90. Now truth be told, I was expecting to be placed on the third line o the B team. The ranking was done by an outside, unbiased hockey coaching consultation company and at the end of the three day tryouts they posted the rankings first for the league coaches to see first. A coach who liked me came out of the locker room and turns to my dad and he's like "Your not going to believe this..." so my dad thinks "oh maybe he posted mid/high-B team.. that's nice!" FUCK NO. I'm ranked #1. top spot on the A team and nobody knows who I am and when they find out it's me people went BALLISTIC. My dad is like "We gotta get the fuck out of here" like it was the Underground Railroad before the Jew hunt began!! AND THAT'S WHY YOU ALWAYS HUSTLE. That year was not great. The team was not great, I was definitely the low man in the pecking order and my teammates let me know. I remember one game where I broke the blade of my stick, mid-play and i stopped skating and turned to my dad in the stands and shrugged while my team's hatred for me permanently settled. The coach's son was a real rat-faced prick about that and one of the most awkward experiences of my life was a time when I had to carpool to practice with them ( my mom dropping me off 30 minutes away) and then sitting for an hour three-abreast with this kid and the coach in their truck, knowing that they both of whom hated me while I tried to break the ice with a little trivia about the X-Men or some shit while getting the cold shoulder from both of them, only punctuated by a reminder of my stick-breaking error. That was my last year I played. Why not go out on top? I grew up to be a cartoonist and though I still to kind of pretend to like hockey...between you and I? FUCK IT. (Ben Granoff)
It was the winter of 2015, maybe early 2016. I was a student, studying sports science. I'm now doing an ma in film but that's got nothing to do with the story I have to tell you. Anyway In the county of Hertfordshire, in the united kingdom, at about 6 am that winter morning I woke up early in order to get my life together and pray to the lord. It was dark, my room was small, and I bent over to pick up my glasses on the floor next to my bed, but on the way down I poked my eye on a clothes rack/clothes airer/dryer thing, I'm not sure what it's called but it had a pointy bit at the top, But anyway I poked my eye, thud, I ran to the bathroom, my eye was blood red, I ran back to my room, did my prayer, I was crying, it was hurting, I was scared. I made the decision and called 999 that's like the English 911 if you are unaware. I told the ambulance lady, I poked my eye on a clothes rack bro. She said is it bleeding? I looked at the mirror and said yeah. The lady said an ambulance would be sent and that I should stay away from pets as they could irritate the eye. I didn't have any pets. Anyway I go downstairs my housemate says what happened bro, I said I poked my eye on a clothes rack. Time passed and the ambulance was nowhere to be seen, I called 999 again and a guy said help was coming. Eventually, a dude in an ambulance car arrived, I asked the paramedic will I go blind he said no, but you have to go to the hospital also by the way I can't take you there as you aren't dying. Alrighte man that doesn't make any sense but alright and the ambulance man left. I had to pay like 25 quid to get a taxi to the freaking hospital, and spoiler alert 25 quid back, my romanian roomate could fly from england to romania for that amount. Anyway, I get on the taxi I go to the hospital. They check out my eye, I tell the nurses and doctors that I poked my eye on a clothes rack. The doctor says the eye will need some steroid drops but will be alright, but he said the other eye has high pressure which could be a sign of glaucoma which can cause blindness cray right?. They spotted it early. Now that sounds like a profound moment of fate but fast-forward to a few weeks later a different doctor does a check-up on my eye and there were no signs of glaucoma my eye pressure was normal and the doctor I saw that day never wrote that down. I guess I misheard, imagined it I've never really done that before? Also, there was this disabled male nurse I saw walking around and was like wow look at that. Right so the weeks following the poking of the eye was profound, at first it was painful, I couldn't move my eye. Eventually, it got better I could move my eye. I felt grateful it's a feeling I wish lasted forever, I really appreciated my eye. It also made me think if on that fateful morning I poked it in the wrong place I could have been blind but I didn't. Maybe the moral of this story is don't bend over to pick things up in the dark. Is it a lesson to appreciate the absolute magnitude of blessings I have? Maybe the moral is life has a funny way of poking you in the eye with a clothes rack, but you can always carry on and maybe one day tyler cassidy will make a song about it. I don't know what God's plan is or was but no doubt God is the best of planners. SA
This is Unreal. I love it man. Thanks for telling my story in the best possible way. Unbelievably good. Made me laugh, made me cry...thank you Tyler Cassidy
This truly is an absolutely phenomenal song from the story to Tyler telling it. I feel very fortunate to have heard this and wanted to say a big thank you to Mike Lott and Tyler.
God, Tyler. I keep coming back to this song. Ever since I first came across The Baddest, I knew the man behind the curtain was a genius. There's something about the way you write and personify characters and put them into a story that's truly special. The way you bring in Jalopy's dad and have this ridiculous but emotional list of sicknesses building up to "Jalopy don't you know your daddy loves you?" Brilliant way to bring it back to the humorous and catchy hook you gave Mike Lott.
Tyler, you’re beyond talented and it pains me you aren’t more recognized. Pains me like Jalopy when he saw his father on that corner in New Orleans. Such a great songwriter. 👍😢
@@tylercassidymusictwo4534- hope all is well, man. This was incredible and I hope you do these subscriber-submitted story time songs again one day. Happy holidays!
Tyler you nailed the song 👍🏻 I love this story so much because I know pat-os and bourbon all too well. This is the kind of crap that happens down there.
So back in 2018 I was graduating high school and right after I graduated I got news that my dad was dying. I left my current home in Maryland to go to Pennsylvania and take care of his needs and hospital care. I was the youngest of 5 and only 19 at the time but he needed someone to help with cremation arrangements as he didn't want to be buried. I wound up staying in PA for like 3 months staying at my girlfriend of almost 3 years place. I spent time with my dad while he was in the hospital, listened to some of our favorite songs and helped with anything I could. One night we left and my mother stayed there at his bedside with him, at this point he wasn't responding and was in hospice care. She held his hand as he died and we made our way back to the hospital. Me, my girlfriend, one of my sisters and one of my brothers. We all tried to hold back tears until we saw him there no longer moving with each breath. I had no money since I just graduated and didn't have a job as I was currently in a different state. I started a GoFundMe to raise $2,000 dollars to get him cremated and did my best to share it around. Each day I saw the amount go up but each day was more painstaking than the last as the reality slowly set in that I lost my father and he wasn't a phone call away anymore. Some of his Facebook friends tried to twist the situation and say I was trying to steal their money because I was only asking for $2,000 and most places cost more than that. I finally raised the money and arranged for him to be cremated and before I left to go back home to MD, my adopted mom had taken me and my girlfriend out to dinner for my girlfriend's birthday since she had helped me so much with the entire situation. We went to the Melting Pot and the whole time we made it known we were dating but our waiter who was gay (nothing wrong with that) tried hitting on me which was very uncomfortable. After the night was over we dropped my girlfriend back off at her house, we kissed and said goodbye while I went back home for the time being, as I was planning on moving back to PA to be able to see her more. Things get harder between me and her as she slowly starts to drift away from me and her personality changes and slowly gets more ratchet. I try my hardest to make things work cause I love her and we were together for almost 3 years at this point. I spend money on her for Christmas since I had started working as a substitute/aide at a daycare. I buy her a lot of small stuff to show her how much I think about her and care about her. Christmas gets closer and I buy her Red Dead Redemption 2 so we can play the online mode together and 2 days later she tells me she cheated on me. She fucked some guy from her work that she told me she hated and couldn't stand. Ik he was flirting with her and didn't like that because I loved her. She tried to make excuses that she was drunk and high cause she drank and smoked with him. But I knew that she knew that was what he wanted and that kind of shit happens all the time, which is terrible. She tells me she wants to make things work but I break up with her cause I don't trust her anymore. I still loved her, but I already had trust issues from my childhood which she only made worse. Every so often she would try and text or call me and I eventually blocked her number, I can't deal with that. Last I heard she got knocked up and lost the kid but kept the weight on. Still have trust issues out the ass to this day. Still trying to find someone I can trust though. Sincerely, Jacob Smalley.
Am I the only one who got choked up at Jaloppy’s dad saying“Your Daddy loves you” I love how right in the middle of this weird story that takes a fictional turn You still managed to make real emotion to be evoked. Dude. You’re the man. Keep doing this. 👍🏽👍🏽
I think these people are characters in many of our every day lives in one way or more. Ourselves, family friends. Anyways it helps me deal with hate that I have for things that have happened, and helps me to be ok with the pain that I'm stuck in.
The man...the myth....the legend....a man who knows the future but won't give away the ending! Ladies and gentlemen it's my honor to introduce to you Mr Tyler Cassidy!
I am left speechless by how amazing this was. Catchy, funny, mesmerising, captivating story, and then to bring it all around full circle is incredible. I'm not bullshittin this is a masterful piece of art. Thank you for creating this.
New but dedicated fan of Tyler~ check regularly now for new videos & I’m never disappointed. Always more than amazed by his flawless natural talent and the way he truly hears music from within and projects it . Thanks Tyler so much for sharing all you have & so so hope you continue to. 🖤🤍☮️
For all whom just stumbled on Tyler recently, I suggest you check out his Renee album. Dont skip songs, just listen start to finish. Its a beautiful masterpiece of storytelling and emotion.
Thank you Mike Lott!!!!🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼 That story was a sick one!🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼Also that story made one hell of a song!! And obviously Tyler Cassidy was probably the best person to have made a song out of that story unless you know the late great James Brown was still alive 😉😉😉🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I cannot believe the amount of talent Tyler has that simply goes unnoticed. This is legitimately GREAT music. It's digestible for idiots like me, it has advanced music theory, it's written extremely beautiful, and its funny. Tyler, please don't stop making music, every time one of these videos pops up or I remember to come back to your channel, I find I'm not disappointed; there's a new song waiting for me. Fucking talent. Jesus.
This was some genius shit! You took a crazy drunk story and flipped it into an amazing love story! Seriously impressed by your talent. Thanks for sharing!
Tyler I love it that you can just take a story like that and just kill it lyrically while singing. You got a hellacious voice too. Full of soul and great for singing. I really hope to hear a song about my story, and I left enough details on my comment in the first video.
I’ve sang parts of this song to myself for years just checking back in for the Vibes I love this guy I swear and it’s ok because “every president” 😉🙌❤️
My story is about a piano. A Norris & Fletcher Full Upright Grand to be exact. My mom’s great grandmother on her father’s side bought it in Boston, MA in the late 1800s. She handed it down to her daughter who lived in Saugus, MA. She passed away in the early 1980s which is when my mother asked if she could have it. She paid to have it shipped to little Craig America, CO where my dad was working the coal mines. He eventually landed a sweet gig for a big oil company up in Alaska. In my momma’s belly, as she often reminds me, we flew to the final frontier - The piano, on a barge, in tow. I grew up in Alaska with that piano prominently displayed in the living-room. It survived five children learning to play, and a certain dog gnawing at one of it’s legs. Mom always said the chair stool was worth more than the piano, “So stop spinning the seat!!” The keys are made of ivory and would go flat every so often. The piano repair man would come, admire and work on it. He played songs on a saw with a violin bow for us kids. I’ve gotten off-track. Sorry. Yes, this story is about this piano but it’s really about Mom’s mom. We called her Memere. She loved us all and we her. She was great at playing the piano. Her tunes would gently spread across the “Happy House” as Gramp called it. The name rightfully stuck. We would jam out to the boogie-woogie as Gramp, a former jazz musician, showed off. Or sit impatiently as we listened to each-other’s recital practice. Memere had early on-set Alzheimer’s disease. I was lucky enough share lucid moments with her, my younger sisters not so much. With such a disease, memories, motor functions, and the like were constantly in flux. But even as her mind and body faded, her playing persisted long after. I’m exaggerating, but it sure felt like it. She passed years back, surrounded by loved ones. The piano is currently in storage as my parents fight the ridiculous Portland, OR housing market. As I reflect on my ancestry, I know memories fade no matter what. There are just too many stories and too little time. I’d like to think, though, that while some stories are lost or forgotten, a part of them persists in whatever they blessed.
Comment your story below. Give me all the details. I need more practice so I can get better. Thank You.
Hey Tyler, I want to start by telling you about how when I used to watch your amazing basketball music videos as a kid.
You inspired me to start playing basketball and make my own youtube channel.
My story start with me in sixth grade making my channel and watching basketball all the time and dreaming of being in the NBA. I began to gain popularity in my school because youtube wasn't really normalized as much as it was now and kids would call me by my youtube name "JoeBroPro".
On my basketball team I was arguably the best player but kids would mock me and call me a soft youtuber. I tried to not let it get to me but it was real tough for a kid like me who just wanted to be respected and looked up to. By 8th grade I was the best player in the school and we were at our final tournament of the season. I was so nervous as I didn't want to end my middle school career off on a low note.
I had this one rival that would always seem to outperform me at a rival school. One of my childhood friends went to that school and told me about how that kid would tell everyone how soft I am and that they didn't have to worry that much about me. His dad was the coach and would echo the same message.
When I found this out, it really hurt me. How could someone say something like that about me?
I ended up telling my coach and asking him if he felt the same way about me. He was pretty pissed off and told me not to worry about it, and to just focus on myself and getting better every single day.
We reached the final game of the tournament and believe it or not, we were matched up with my rival. They immediately started the game by trapping me and forcing me to pass out of double teams and I was missing like crazy and racking up turnovers. I start the first quarter going scoreless and even blew two freethrows. I saw my rival and his coach snicker at the end of the quarter at me and my coach pulled me aside and told me, "Joey look at these people in the crowd. You've got your friends holding signs with your name on them, you've got the girls cheering you on, and most importantly you've got your loving family that just want to see you succeed. The things that the other team is saying about you don't matter because you know who you are. You're a great kid that wants to inspire others. Now go out there and give your supporters something to cheer about."
As I wiped tears from my eyes, my teammates gave me a pat on the back to let me know they were there for me.
It was game time.
We start the second quarter and I glance at my dad who had a grin on his face knowing I was about to really go off. I take the ball up the court and instead of picking up my dribble, I split the two defenders and pull up from three and swish it bottom of the net. The score was 13-20 now, so we were only down 7. Next possession after we get a stop, I spun around my rival on my way to the basket and hit a floater over their center and forced them to call a timeout. I look around and everyone cheering at the top of their lungs and the other team was pissed.
My coach told me "YOU SEE THAT? YOU'RE NOT SOFT! YOU'RE TOUGHER THAN ANY OF THOSE OTHER KIDS"
By halftime I had 14 points and we were only down 4.
I sat most of the 3rd quarter as I was exhausted, and only came in for a couple minutes to manage the bleeding as we were beginning to slip away down 13 points.
We entered the 4th quarter down 9 and the pressure was beginning to get to me as I traveled on the first play on my way to the rim. As I bark at the ref, my rival slaps the ball out of my hands and said something like "I didn't know softies could travel like that".
I was so livid I almost punched him, and thankfully my teammates held me back.
What happened next was the most exciting defensive plays of my life that sparked an incredible run.
My rival calls for a pick and drives to the rim. I come over as help defense and absolutely stuff his layup at the rim which starts a fastbreak and my team scores. The level of cheering that started after that was insane.
We ended up going on an 11-0 run putting us up 2 points with 4 minutes left and led for the first time in the game. Everyone was shocked. Even the other team.
After that the pressure really picked up. Both teams fighting for the championship with only 4 minutes left.
They ran a play out of bounds and my rival finished an alley-oop layup right over my head and I looked like a total goof ball. He gave me a shove and it really pissed me off.
My team came down the court and fed me in the post. My coach always told us to never shoot fade-aways because of how inefficient they can be, but I was really feeling it now. I posted up my rival and took two dribbles, faked turning right, and then faded left and banked it in really high off the glass. I couldn't believe I made it. Everyone was screaming.
We were up two with only a minute and thirty seconds left and the other team missed a shot, but I allowed an offensive rebound and they kicked it out for a three and of somehow make it with one of their worst players.
We're down 1 point now with only 45 seconds to go and call a timeout. I couldn't feel my body because of how much adrenaline was rushing through me. Coach asked me if I had any more buckets left in me. I said of course knowing fully they I was extremely nervous. I had tied my career high with my fade-away at 27 points. My coach made us run a play for me to get the ball at the top of the key and make the read to either the shooter in the corner, or drive for the lay-up or get freethrows.
We break from the huddle, and something just felt wrong. All eyes were on us and as we ran the play, I absolutely choked and threw the ball away thinking someone on the other team was my teammate. The kid that stole my pass dribbled all the way up the court and passed to my rival, who I fouled in desperation to prevent them from making an easy fastbreak score with only 8 seconds to go.
He swishes the first one and stares me down.
I said to him "You better not miss this next one"
He tilted his head back and gave a little chuckle as if to show how little he respected me.
As he shoots the second one he immediately knew it was off and shouted "OFF TO THE RIGHT!"
I secured the rebound and called timeout immediately.
In the huddle my coach emphasized how we were only down two and just need to get a good look at the basket, so we decided to run the same play as before, where I'd drive and use the corner shooter as a last resort.
We break from the huddle, and all the pressure hits me. This is my last game. This is where I can finally prove myself. Everyone is here watching me to see if I can finally win this battle against this kid and prove myself.
I catch the ball and could feel the crowds chants.
I give a little jab step which set my defender off and gave me room to drive right. Surprisingly my rival switched onto me fast enough to cut off my drive and I was forced to pull it back out.
I look up at the clock and see that there was only 5 seconds left now.
My rival reaches for the ball and almost steals it but I recover by bouncing it behind my back which wasted about another two seconds.
I knew he must've at least stumbled a little because everyone in the crowd went "OOOOO"
I take one dribble to the left, now with about two seconds left and see my rival was coming back to try and contest my shot now that I really threw him off.
I begin rising for my shot from about NBA 3-point line distance which is way less than an ideal shot but I had no other choice as we were out of timeouts.
As I release the ball I could feel every last drop off work I put in to get to this moment right here go into that shot.
The ball hits the back of the rim and bounces about 5 feet in the air, the buzzer goes off, and on the balls way down it drops straight through the rim.
Final score 57-56
I did it.
Everyone storms the court.
I could hear them chant "JoeBroPro, JoeBroPro, JoeBroPro"
The disgust on my rivals face will never leave my mind. I watched as he threw his chair in anger and stormed out of the building.
It was the best day of my life. My friends were telling me how I really did break my rivals ankles on that last play.
It was like my dream had come true. Everyone was so happy to see me succeed.
I'll never forgot raising that trophy up high with tears in my eyes.
As we exit the building my friends were telling me how my rival had thrown in participation medal in the trash can and believe it or not, he did.
I won the biggest game of my life, while my hater rival had to leave with a participation medal to symbolize his loss.
The taste of victory was so sweet.
Thank you, Tyler, for inspiring me to get into the game of basketball, and being a loving person.
You made my childhood great.
Would really love to see you make a song about this one.
I used to share a house with an old friend. We’ll call him Sal. He had a rough break up and was having issues with pills and he was depressed so he kept doing stupid stuff. After the break up, he moved in an ex girlfriend and started dating her. It didn’t last and she moved out. He ended up letting a girl that should have been a one night stand move in with us. She had a pill problem too. When I told him she needed to help with bills if she was going to stay with us, she quit her job….the same day, and didn’t look for a new one. I did not like this girl. It was winter time and it had snowed and iced over in Texas, where we live. Everything seems to shut down when it snows here, because people can’t drive on ice.
Most warehouses stay open when the roads are bad here, and he worked at a warehouse, and he kept making excuses on why he couldn’t go back to work, saying they weren’t open, which I knew was a lie because he had previously told me they don’t shut down over ice on the roads previously. They were just popping Xanax and having sex all night and sleeping all day.
He called in 3 days in a row, blaming it on the roads, but they ice had cleared up by the end of the 1st day. On the day he finally went back to work, he texted me and asked me to call him. She was pill-fucked. It was 7:25 in the morning, and I told her to call him. She did, and then she went to go make him lunch, a frozen pizza….at 7:30 in the morning…. 5 minutes after she got off the phone with him, and 30 minutes after he got to work. I let the dogs out and went to my room, came back and she was bent over the stove, hovering, struggling to stay awake. I let the dogs back in and I notice she is passed out bent over the stove. I snap a picture. I get back to my room, chuckle, and realize I should take a selfie with her. I get back to the kitchen and she’s starting to wake up, so I help her back to bed. I call my roommate and tell him, “I know I’ve been bitching at you to go to work, but you need to come home and get this bitch, I just found her passed out on the stove and I’m afraid she’s gonna burn the house down”. He replied “what the fuck, I found her passed out in the laundry basket yesterday”. Eventually I am going to record a song about it. I used the picture as an album cover for my song, “Too Old To Go Hard”, and if anyone wants to see it, it’s on my instagram. You can find on instagram @ wetfaceprobarsandjokes
THIS IS THE STORY OF WHY IT'S IMPORTANT TO HUSTLE: I grew up playing hockey and even though I liked it ok, i was not particularly good. There was no youth program in my town and so from the ages of 9-15 I participated in a league based out of a town about 45 minutes away. I never really fit in because I was, truth be told, more interested in comic books than I was in hockey, and also, I was a Jew. When I told the other kids where I was from they knew it. But I liked to skate and I was decent enough for a smaller kid who's mind was always half on whether Spider-Man could beat Darth Vader in a fight. My parents knew that I didn't really want to stick with hockey and when I was little there were a few times when things got tense at four in the morning with me crying because why the fuck was I getting my ass up at 4 am to go be middling-sucky at hockey in on a team where I didn't have any friends? But my parents wanted me to stick it out because it was my only interest that was mainstream and they didn't want no nerd for a son.
The funny thing was, that when I played roller or pond hockey back home with my friends, I was a boss, because none of them had spent years waking up at the crack of dawn to go to the rink and so i sort of had an identity as a (but not THE) hockey kid. I remember one time my friends and I went to play on a court in a neighboring town and a group of kids who were clearly like 3-4 years younger than us smoked our asses.
But doing things you're only half-hearted about and kind of suck at can build character: no matter how good or bad you are at something, people will respond to your hustle. It was a pretty simple equation: If I got knocked down and didn't get right back up into the play the coaches would scream. If I popped up and hustled back into to the action they'd praise me, no matter how shitty my defense and shooting was.
In the tryouts for my final year there were 90 kids vying for ranked placements on three teams where the best kid was #1 and the shittiest kid was #90. Now truth be told, I was expecting to be placed on the third line o the B team. The ranking was done by an outside, unbiased hockey coaching consultation company and at the end of the three day tryouts they posted the rankings first for the league coaches to see first. A coach who liked me came out of the locker room and turns to my dad and he's like "Your not going to believe this..." so my dad thinks "oh maybe he posted mid/high-B team.. that's nice!"
FUCK NO. I'm ranked #1. top spot on the A team and nobody knows who I am and when they find out it's me people went BALLISTIC. My dad is like "We gotta get the fuck out of here" like it was the Underground Railroad before the Jew hunt began!!
AND THAT'S WHY YOU ALWAYS HUSTLE.
That year was not great. The team was not great, I was definitely the low man in the pecking order and my teammates let me know. I remember one game where I broke the blade of my stick, mid-play and i stopped skating and turned to my dad in the stands and shrugged while my team's hatred for me permanently settled. The coach's son was a real rat-faced prick about that and one of the most awkward experiences of my life was a time when I had to carpool to practice with them ( my mom dropping me off 30 minutes away) and then sitting for an hour three-abreast with this kid and the coach in their truck, knowing that they both of whom hated me while I tried to break the ice with a little trivia about the X-Men or some shit while getting the cold shoulder from both of them, only punctuated by a reminder of my stick-breaking error. That was my last year I played. Why not go out on top?
I grew up to be a cartoonist and though I still to kind of pretend to like hockey...between you and I? FUCK IT.
(Ben Granoff)
Amazing job
It was the winter of 2015, maybe early 2016. I was a student, studying sports science. I'm now doing an ma in film but that's got nothing to do with the story I have to tell you. Anyway In the county of Hertfordshire, in the united kingdom, at about 6 am that winter morning I woke up early in order to get my life together and pray to the lord. It was dark, my room was small, and I bent over to pick up my glasses on the floor next to my bed, but on the way down I poked my eye on a clothes rack/clothes airer/dryer thing, I'm not sure what it's called but it had a pointy bit at the top, But anyway I poked my eye, thud, I ran to the bathroom, my eye was blood red, I ran back to my room, did my prayer, I was crying, it was hurting, I was scared. I made the decision and called 999 that's like the English 911 if you are unaware. I told the ambulance lady, I poked my eye on a clothes rack bro. She said is it bleeding? I looked at the mirror and said yeah. The lady said an ambulance would be sent and that I should stay away from pets as they could irritate the eye. I didn't have any pets. Anyway I go downstairs my housemate says what happened bro, I said I poked my eye on a clothes rack. Time passed and the ambulance was nowhere to be seen, I called 999 again and a guy said help was coming. Eventually, a dude in an ambulance car arrived, I asked the paramedic will I go blind he said no, but you have to go to the hospital also by the way I can't take you there as you aren't dying. Alrighte man that doesn't make any sense but alright and the ambulance man left. I had to pay like 25 quid to get a taxi to the freaking hospital, and spoiler alert 25 quid back, my romanian roomate could fly from england to romania for that amount. Anyway, I get on the taxi I go to the hospital. They check out my eye, I tell the nurses and doctors that I poked my eye on a clothes rack.
The doctor says the eye will need some steroid drops but will be alright, but he said the other eye has high pressure which could be a sign of glaucoma which can cause blindness cray right?. They spotted it early. Now that sounds like a profound moment of fate but fast-forward to a few weeks later a different doctor does a check-up on my eye and there were no signs of glaucoma my eye pressure was normal and the doctor I saw that day never wrote that down. I guess I misheard, imagined it I've never really done that before? Also, there was this disabled male nurse I saw walking around and was like wow look at that.
Right so the weeks following the poking of the eye was profound, at first it was painful, I couldn't move my eye. Eventually, it got better I could move my eye. I felt grateful it's a feeling I wish lasted forever, I really appreciated my eye. It also made me think if on that fateful morning I poked it in the wrong place I could have been blind but I didn't. Maybe the moral of this story is don't bend over to pick things up in the dark. Is it a lesson to appreciate the absolute magnitude of blessings I have? Maybe the moral is life has a funny way of poking you in the eye with a clothes rack, but you can always carry on and maybe one day tyler cassidy will make a song about it. I don't know what God's plan is or was but no doubt God is the best of planners.
SA
This is Unreal. I love it man. Thanks for telling my story in the best possible way. Unbelievably good. Made me laugh, made me cry...thank you Tyler Cassidy
Very welcome thank you for the material 🙏🤝
"She was not pretty. I could see her chest bones. It was gross." Dude I'm in literal TEARS 😂😂
Mike Lott, the hero we needed, but not the one we deserve 😂
@@wingnuthill thank you! 😂
This truly is an absolutely phenomenal song from the story to Tyler telling it. I feel very fortunate to have heard this and wanted to say a big thank you to Mike Lott and Tyler.
Tyler singing: Sexiest heartthrob male siren
Tyler speaking: the most humble sweetest human ever
Lol slip slappy
Fr, I love him so much haha 😍❤️
Truth 😍
I lost it at Jallopy's Dad
SPOILERS! But, yeah. I did too. Hahahaha.
He has so many diseases 🤣
This is probably the most underrated talent I've ever seen. How is Tyler not more famous than this. I'm so glad he is still making music.
Oof
its crazy people all over the world know this guy before tik tok.. and he isnt famouse as kanye..?
Sitting here listening intently Tyler, this is fucking awesome.
This is so good for real
Your ability to sing these songs all the way through without laughing is underrated
He seems deeply sad inside.
As a musician song writer myself,you do have to use pain to write certain kinds of music.i think Tyler is really good at tapping into that
as he read the comment while playing chords, i thought "na bro, is this what he meant??" then he flips that cassidy switch and creates musical GOLD!
Tom Morse 🙏🤝
Jalopy is the dislike 😂
Well this format has way more potential than I imagined. This is is actually a great idea for channel/show.
Tyler I think some people might click away before hearing the amazing song.
Yeah at first i was like wtf is this shit. Now I swear I've listened to this at least 12 times.
Yeah maybe I’ll just post a screenshot of the comment Next time or post the story in the video description.
God, Tyler. I keep coming back to this song. Ever since I first came across The Baddest, I knew the man behind the curtain was a genius.
There's something about the way you write and personify characters and put them into a story that's truly special. The way you bring in Jalopy's dad and have this ridiculous but emotional list of sicknesses building up to "Jalopy don't you know your daddy loves you?" Brilliant way to bring it back to the humorous and catchy hook you gave Mike Lott.
I love that you're releasing songs again
Hear hear
Same!
The entire thing was a standup ret, right down to the call back at the call back at the end.
Tyler, you’re beyond talented and it pains me you aren’t more recognized. Pains me like Jalopy when he saw his father on that corner in New Orleans. Such a great songwriter. 👍😢
At the beginning I thought "Not sure about a 14 minute song..." At the end I thought "MORE, I NEED MORE!!!"
12 minute video* he wasnt moving for the last two minutes /s
12 minutes HELL, I've been playing on repeat for atleast an hour, cuz I LOVE to sing along!
14 minutes and 36 seconds well spent.
Time for Froggy Fresh: Return To Hood Mountain!
WE MISS YOU FROGGY FRESH I HOPE YOU STILL READ THE COMMENTS FROM FUN TRIP
Omg...YES!!!
I have no idea how this guy is not the #1 celebrity on the planet
:) Really looking forward to more songs like this. So good dude!
Seriously! Amazing!!!
🙏🤝
Me Too...I Feel Like He Needs A Coach To Push Him And Give Him Ideas But He Is Truly Great,I've Been Following Him A Long Time.
@@tylercassidymusictwo4534- hope all is well, man. This was incredible and I hope you do these subscriber-submitted story time songs again one day. Happy holidays!
🎉Tyler, you make me smile! ❤
shout out to mike lott let's go
13:47 he hit the discord disconnect note and I felt that
This went from interesting to heavy real quick
This song is hilarious but gives me the feels at the same time. Only you could pull this off. Wish there was a studio version.
Someone sign this man
This man's talent is beyond comprehension.
Please don't ever stop making songs
Tyler you nailed the song 👍🏻
I love this story so much because I know pat-os and bourbon all too well. This is the kind of crap that happens down there.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Kinda mad this didn't make it on tyler cassidy 1 because this is honestly on par with every other song.
This song just invented a new emotion in me and I love it. Well Done.
SAME
How does this make so much sense!?
Holy shit me too! Is that possible?!
Charles Bukowski calls people like us “Melancholy Copers”.
It’s one of my favorite sense of feelings. Gives my heart a therapeutic ebb & flow.
The details are so accurate, that is like the exact amount of time it takes to get to Slidell
So back in 2018 I was graduating high school and right after I graduated I got news that my dad was dying. I left my current home in Maryland to go to Pennsylvania and take care of his needs and hospital care. I was the youngest of 5 and only 19 at the time but he needed someone to help with cremation arrangements as he didn't want to be buried. I wound up staying in PA for like 3 months staying at my girlfriend of almost 3 years place. I spent time with my dad while he was in the hospital, listened to some of our favorite songs and helped with anything I could. One night we left and my mother stayed there at his bedside with him, at this point he wasn't responding and was in hospice care. She held his hand as he died and we made our way back to the hospital. Me, my girlfriend, one of my sisters and one of my brothers. We all tried to hold back tears until we saw him there no longer moving with each breath. I had no money since I just graduated and didn't have a job as I was currently in a different state. I started a GoFundMe to raise $2,000 dollars to get him cremated and did my best to share it around. Each day I saw the amount go up but each day was more painstaking than the last as the reality slowly set in that I lost my father and he wasn't a phone call away anymore. Some of his Facebook friends tried to twist the situation and say I was trying to steal their money because I was only asking for $2,000 and most places cost more than that. I finally raised the money and arranged for him to be cremated and before I left to go back home to MD, my adopted mom had taken me and my girlfriend out to dinner for my girlfriend's birthday since she had helped me so much with the entire situation. We went to the Melting Pot and the whole time we made it known we were dating but our waiter who was gay (nothing wrong with that) tried hitting on me which was very uncomfortable. After the night was over we dropped my girlfriend back off at her house, we kissed and said goodbye while I went back home for the time being, as I was planning on moving back to PA to be able to see her more. Things get harder between me and her as she slowly starts to drift away from me and her personality changes and slowly gets more ratchet. I try my hardest to make things work cause I love her and we were together for almost 3 years at this point. I spend money on her for Christmas since I had started working as a substitute/aide at a daycare. I buy her a lot of small stuff to show her how much I think about her and care about her. Christmas gets closer and I buy her Red Dead Redemption 2 so we can play the online mode together and 2 days later she tells me she cheated on me. She fucked some guy from her work that she told me she hated and couldn't stand. Ik he was flirting with her and didn't like that because I loved her. She tried to make excuses that she was drunk and high cause she drank and smoked with him. But I knew that she knew that was what he wanted and that kind of shit happens all the time, which is terrible. She tells me she wants to make things work but I break up with her cause I don't trust her anymore. I still loved her, but I already had trust issues from my childhood which she only made worse. Every so often she would try and text or call me and I eventually blocked her number, I can't deal with that. Last I heard she got knocked up and lost the kid but kept the weight on. Still have trust issues out the ass to this day. Still trying to find someone I can trust though.
Sincerely, Jacob Smalley.
Oh God I love this man's art. Dont stop ever.
This is incredible. You're a real song writer. You were afraid to lose your stank. Shits stinky like a good cheese, man
Shit is stinky and I enjoyed your comment
Unbelievable. 10/10. After this song ended, it took me 20 minutes of silence to digest the brilliance. Thank you for this.
Am I the only one who got choked up at Jaloppy’s dad saying“Your Daddy loves you” I love how right in the middle of this weird story that takes a fictional turn You still managed to make real emotion to be evoked. Dude. You’re the man. Keep doing this. 👍🏽👍🏽
I think these people are characters in many of our every day lives in one way or more.
Ourselves, family friends.
Anyways it helps me deal with hate that I have for things that have happened, and helps me to be ok with the pain that I'm stuck in.
Hopefully.
I come back to this song every month or so. Love it.
The man...the myth....the legend....a man who knows the future but won't give away the ending! Ladies and gentlemen it's my honor to introduce to you Mr Tyler Cassidy!
Yes! I was worried he wasn’t going to sing.
I am left speechless by how amazing this was. Catchy, funny, mesmerising, captivating story, and then to bring it all around full circle is incredible. I'm not bullshittin this is a masterful piece of art. Thank you for creating this.
New but dedicated fan of Tyler~ check regularly now for new videos & I’m never disappointed. Always more than amazed by his flawless natural talent and the way he truly hears music from within and projects it . Thanks Tyler so much for sharing all you have & so so hope you continue to.
🖤🤍☮️
when the world needed him most...he vanished
we love you cuh
What a emotional rollercoster
emotions
Im Not Going Back There. This is amazing
thank god i didnt lol and havent been back to LA since
14 mins and 36 seconds of bliss today
For all whom just stumbled on Tyler recently, I suggest you check out his Renee album. Dont skip songs, just listen start to finish. Its a beautiful masterpiece of storytelling and emotion.
This is still my favorite and I’m just wondering WHY YOU HAVENT MADE ANOTHER ONE. YOU ARE ICONIC
I'm only 40 seconds in and I got the giggles already
The second you started singing, the goosebumps hit hard...
This is insane. The ending with the old man. Incredible.
Holy fucking shit.... You ARE a genius aren't you?
Dude, this is incredible. You're the Randy Newman of this generation
Bro if you could do this on stage that'd make for a hell of a comedy show. Hell even just live streaming.
Accidentally clicked on someone else who reposted this s***they're left out the intro and if you don't beat them up I will,you're the man Tyler
Apparently I get drunk and listen to this song a lot because I don't understand half the post I put on here 🤷❤️🙏
Thank you Mike Lott!!!!🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼 That story was a sick one!🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼Also that story made one hell of a song!! And obviously Tyler Cassidy was probably the best person to have made a song out of that story unless you know the late great James Brown was still alive 😉😉😉🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
HAHA yeah noone dead or alive could have done it better than Tyler definitely
I cannot believe the amount of talent Tyler has that simply goes unnoticed.
This is legitimately GREAT music. It's digestible for idiots like me, it has advanced music theory, it's written extremely beautiful, and its funny.
Tyler, please don't stop making music, every time one of these videos pops up or I remember to come back to your channel, I find I'm not disappointed; there's a new song waiting for me.
Fucking talent. Jesus.
2 years ;ater im still invested in mike
😁
Never delete this. I sing it unironically every day
Tyler, you're a lerical genius!
He didn’t write this 😂
@@BeyondSeattleEats but he did
@@iComplainer it’s a story from a fan
@@BeyondSeattleEats which he turned into a song
@@BeyondSeattleEats after reading it he performs a song he wrote based on the events in There story. You dingus.
I’m not easily impressed, but this guy does it for me.
This shit is fire. This man is underrated.
"I could see her chest bones. It was gross"
This is the single greatest work of art ever
I hit that like button before I even watched the video knowing it would be amazing. Now that I've finished it I wish I could hit it again
Love the pronunciation of "Akron". You could for real be a leader in writing pop music. Wildly talented.
This is amazing
Absolutely beautiful, i listen to this all the dang time.
being from louisiana anytime i hear someone not from louisiana correctly pronounce our cities idk why but i get so happy
Only you man!
This is something unreal that I've never seen before.
Talent that no one else exhibits
The 🐐 Tyler Cassidy please please please never stop making music
12:51 - 13:31 is truly amazing Tyler. Your vocals made me tear up!
Wow, I'm speechless. You are much better than Ed Sheeran.
🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 MIND 🧠🧠🧠 BLOWN!!!!!💥💥💥…..
Because I thought you were a real doctor 👨⚕️. That did music on the side
came back to Listen to this again.... Hope you are well 👍😎
Nottingham England loves you Froggy/Krispy.
This is more profound than i thought it was gonna be. I fuckin love you man.
No homo
Jeebus, this is beautiful..
I have a story that needs this.
I didn't see the plot twist coming at all. Amazing song. 10 out of 10
True art absolutely amazing
Canton ohio checking in Tyler bring it back to buzzbin
This was some genius shit! You took a crazy drunk story and flipped it into an amazing love story! Seriously impressed by your talent. Thanks for sharing!
OUTSTANDING
What a great story told greatly.
This is the best man. I can close my eyes and see this story unfold
Tyler I love it that you can just take a story like that and just kill it lyrically while singing. You got a hellacious voice too. Full of soul and great for singing. I really hope to hear a song about my story, and I left enough details on my comment in the first video.
Holy shit. I didn't expect that when you started singing. Badass.
Perhaps your most epicest work
agreed but im bias lol
This is a message for the three people with the thumbs down, find something to do with your life. Please, I hope the best for you
Who tf is better than this dude. No ☝️! Amazed again and again
Holy fuck what a banger. Thank you Tyler
I’ve sang parts of this song to myself for years just checking back in for the Vibes
I love this guy I swear and it’s ok because “every president” 😉🙌❤️
The best most creative and entertaining 15 minutes on youtube!!
Text book abcd song form structure! His bridge to chorus transition is seamless!!
I come back and listen to this at least once a week
This is fucking fire
I don't know why, but this made me happy. Not like normal happy but like "Catcher In the Rye" happy.
Awesome song!!! People go missing weekly in New Orleans following people into the alley. Glad you were smart!!
More Instincts than smarts i was so drunk... lol
I’m from akron and this makes me happy lol
Tyler we miss you and hope everything is ok.
My story is about a piano. A Norris & Fletcher Full Upright Grand to be exact.
My mom’s great grandmother on her father’s side bought it in Boston, MA in the late 1800s.
She handed it down to her daughter who lived in Saugus, MA.
She passed away in the early 1980s which is when my mother asked if she could have it.
She paid to have it shipped to little Craig America, CO where my dad was working the coal mines.
He eventually landed a sweet gig for a big oil company up in Alaska.
In my momma’s belly, as she often reminds me, we flew to the final frontier - The piano, on a barge, in tow.
I grew up in Alaska with that piano prominently displayed in the living-room.
It survived five children learning to play, and a certain dog gnawing at one of it’s legs.
Mom always said the chair stool was worth more than the piano, “So stop spinning the seat!!”
The keys are made of ivory and would go flat every so often.
The piano repair man would come, admire and work on it.
He played songs on a saw with a violin bow for us kids.
I’ve gotten off-track. Sorry. Yes, this story is about this piano but it’s really about Mom’s mom.
We called her Memere. She loved us all and we her.
She was great at playing the piano. Her tunes would gently spread across the “Happy House” as Gramp called it. The name rightfully stuck.
We would jam out to the boogie-woogie as Gramp, a former jazz musician, showed off. Or sit impatiently as we listened to each-other’s recital practice.
Memere had early on-set Alzheimer’s disease. I was lucky enough share lucid moments with her, my younger sisters not so much.
With such a disease, memories, motor functions, and the like were constantly in flux.
But even as her mind and body faded, her playing persisted long after.
I’m exaggerating, but it sure felt like it.
She passed years back, surrounded by loved ones.
The piano is currently in storage as my parents fight the ridiculous Portland, OR housing market.
As I reflect on my ancestry, I know memories fade no matter what. There are just too many stories and too little time.
I’d like to think, though, that while some stories are lost or forgotten, a part of them persists in whatever they blessed.