SEEKINGBand to Join, Accordion, Acoustic Guitar, Background Singer, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Cello, Clarinet, Drums, Electronic Music, Fiddle, Flute, Harmonica, Harp, Keyboard, Lead Guitar, Mandolin, Other, Other Percussion, Piano, Rhythm Guitar, Saxophone, Steel guitar, Trombone, Trumpet, Ukulele, Upright bass, Violin, Vocalist, Vocalist - Alto, Vocalist - Baritone, Vocalist - Bass, Vocalist - Soprano, Vocalist - Tenor.
Hi, I'm Felix, I'm 22 and I'm currently looking to get involved in live original acoustic music.
I live in Rotherham, and can't travel too far unfortunately as I can't drive.
I listen to pretty much anything that sounds good to me.
I am looking to do live original acoustic, folky jingly jangly music, preferably with an emotive singer as I'm a pretty mediocre singer.
I have very little gigging experience but a great deal of personal composing and producing experience and make original music pretty much every day. I also have a lot of free time and am willing to commit to a project.
If you live nearby and are interested, please message me or email me at yoigemu@
Have a nice day!
- Screen name:
- Member since:
- Jul 19 2017
- Active within 1 month
- Level of commitment:
- Very Committed
- Years playing music:
- Tend to practice:
- More than 3 times per week
- Available to gig:
- 4-5 nights a week
Too much to list.
- Acoustic Guitar:
- Steel guitar:
Acoustic guitar / Semi Acoustic Guitar / Electric Guitar / Bass Guitar
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MovrnA song that I made, in the past.
Psyientific AngleHELL, IT'S ABOUT TIME I LIVED UP TO THE USERNAME
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Lina WIP 1
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Filler FilthRecorded 29/12/2014 20:31 exported as a .wav 00:40, 07/01/2020 A song that needs to be played loud about someone I'd rather forget. 00:43. Save. Samuel Felix Andrusyszyn
Post Party Blues
Post Party BluesPost party blues Hanging witchu Give us our dues/juice There's nought else to do So we've made a scene Wherever we've been And to keep records clean We wash our slang mouths As comedowns come down Our hearts hit the ground With corpses around We daren't make a sound These lifeless eyes They do disguise These post party blues You're spending with you Young hearts in the air You once were so fair And now you lie scared Burdened by morning's great wait.
Compliant Caricatures (WIP 2)
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Slave To Semantics
Slave To Semantics22/05/2014. Featuring a sample of some YouTuber, from a YouTube video a long time ago that was sent to me in MSN Messenger. Oh, those were the days. Overloaded dead fiend's nose Water grows 'cause levels rose Drowning in my metaphors Like cliches drown in mega whores Making up conspiracies based upon these human fleas Itching from this opium of people being fucking dumb Lyrically cliterature-char Stimulus that's fucking ya Open ended primal need to leech nutrients from bird seed We're all slaves to some thing From mythological angel wing To famous fools' attention giving babies a mention I'm just a guy over a loop who's loopy from this loopin' loop It put me in a darkplace; nowhere can be a lonely place Barefooted madman asking me to fight Satan with him but see: I'm waiting to get out of here, and be the Satan that I fear I'm lumped into hypocrisy of double standards swerving me To bleed my eyes - my sight to cull so I can be insightful Backstrokes in cranberry fields Drifting past these third wheels That's made of kids that gun their school Scapegoat the blame to Black Metal.
131 (Hanging Of The Verbose) FINISHED 27/09/2016
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108 (Simple) FINISHED
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Roleplay2Consider me a Personal Trainer, or summa'. You're keeping your distance, and I'm keeping my date: 28/11/2019 How low can a mango?
50th Public Track on SC.
50th Public Track on SC.24/02/2016 hahahawtffreestyledark.mp3 Dead hack fortune lookin' at the Blue Moon Tryna get a view point of you to: Decipher December Dismember Every member. Of your little cult you got going on You know that it's nothing compared to what's on The Dark side of this Evil life Nothing's gonna do anything but make Strife Everything is torture and everything is Pain Nobody will ever look atchu the same You don't know what it means to be Alive Everybody's dying and I feel so contrived Because I'm absorbed in my self No One is my enemy I'm only here for my own health To Destroy it and Destruct. Everything is fucked.
Captain Ch1p's 50ft Journey To The Ground
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Self Destructive Impulse
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Mudda's OfficeArt, man? Hat tricks off.
God Damned 2 WIP 3 
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MartyrMay we lay ourselves, from now's being to now's graves, through our will of principle. Then, may our principle be considered pure.