💥🪕🦝🔥🗑️🌙💥🔥🗑️🌙 🦝 🪕💥 🦝🪕Death Banjo Midnight Trashcan Hoedown

@Ceanne Livingston came over from @Dan Shea‘s OnlyDansAI, and she’s been absolutely killing it with the music, film, and ad stuff she’s creating. She’s one of those people who actually gets in there, makes shit, experiments, learns, and keeps getting better. So Ceanne, welcome to the chaos. 😂 Glad you’re here. Now show these people what you’ve been making. 🔥

So finally finished this one up last week. This is the ending to the revision saga. Good news is the client liked the revised version. 2 different Hooks. Built this entire Ad live inside OnlyDans AI community so if you want see things being made live and also throw out some crazy suggestions or talk about how much bird shit should go in the scene (cough @Steve Tapia @Rosmari Tinus ) come join in the fun. The Link is Somewhere - go find it.

Today I'll be dropping this on Instagram and on YouTube by tomorrow. I redid the opening scenes with the clapping because that wasn't working before. I also added the additional back stage clip. The concept of a fashion show on Mars very much intrigues me and seeing it come alive is very fulfilling. Your thoughts?

PRAGMATIC HUMILITY A generational condition marked by the calm, mathematical acceptance of one’s own chronology. Definition: The moment you realize you’re not “old,” you’re historically significant. Not sad. Not dramatic. Not morose. Just chronologically accurate (like a museum piece that still boots). Symptoms: 📼 Saying “I’m from the 1900s” without irony 📟 Knowing the sound of dial-up in your bones ⏪ Remembering when "rewind" was a physical chore 🖨️ Having survived floppy disks, dot matrix printers, and three failed tech revolutions Usage: Turned 59, “I’m entering my final year before my 7th decade.” Turned 50, “WELCOME TO THE SECOND HALF OF A CENTURY.” “Not old (just time‑stamped).” Example in Action: Well, besides reminding me of albums I purchased on cassette tapes, J. Geils more immediately brings to mind the peculiar aroma of romance... and that soft‑fuzzy sweaters were somehow magical to the touch. Also, since I grew up in the frozen northern part of the flyover states, I hadn’t yet been exposed to Dead Kennedys or X. It’s highly likely that Jello Biafra might have influenced a wildly different musical trajectory, and (side note) the Plasmatics would’ve expanded the mind in uses for electrical tape and shaving cream at a much younger age. See Also: Chronological Swagger; Analog Bravery; Vintage Firmware Opposite: Denial (usually found in people who think 1998 was “just a few years ago”) Notes: This is not despair. This is not melancholy. This is pragmatic humility… the dry, generational awareness that you’ve lived long enough to have opinions about cassette adapters. Not sad, just a narrative derailment that’s still accurate.