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More of the Awesomes from Parker Bleu

So my biffle/roomie has done it again; more loveliness :D Granted, I'm biased, but I really like this. It sounds like a cross between the soundtracks for Braid and Donnie Darko. Parker, of course, insists it's way different or something. Still pretty though.

By the way, I got contributed to this one--and, no, not just that flash of me at the end. Parker recorded me typing on mah "broken" typewriter for the end bit. Mhm.

Insider info: Parker's actually planning a whole series of videos linked together to tell a story. It's gonna be pretty trippy-sexy from the sound of it. This is actually the second; bonus points if you can figure out what the first is :P



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  1. Parker BleuNovember 27, 2010 at 3:54 AM

    thats for the post im glad you really liked it
    and i totally agree wiath what you were saying in the comment on youtube

    and btw i just wanna state that i do agree it sounds like its from braid and donnie darko but the main inspiration was from Ólafur Arnalds
    listen to that and you will find why i did it the way i did hehehe

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