The Ex-M-Files

Many people who came to this website expecting to see The M-Files would have noticed that things have become slightly...changed. This is no longer the carefree and irritatingly adolescent and java-filled webpage that promised "music, music, music, AND MORE MUSIC!!!" - instead, this new webpage is where I, me, Michael, will put my own songs up for the world to see. Just the lyrics, actually, as soon as I become lead singer in some supergroup will we have my own music. 

Before I go any further, let me make a few clarifications. This is not some hideaway on cyberspace where I lament on how much the world sucks and how I fantasize about slitting my wrists. Any 16-year old with a basic grasp on the English language can string four lines together where the last words just happen to rhyme (yes, the cat sat on the mat indeed). The songs you will find within are intense, emotional, dramatic, depthful, and yet, I think, something that everyone can make some sense in. That, and I'm 19 and not 16. Haha.

However, this page will have some of my favourite music on it... my favourite bands, why I like 'em, how they've influenced me, and links to their official webpages, or just damn good fanpages. 

Another clarification... I make no bones about the fact that I am a (practicing) Christian, and stand by my beliefs. Some of the songs I have written, or music I listen to, may cause some to question the validity of my faith, but that issue is between me and God alone. Suffice to say, if Slayer, of all bands, can make a song like "Divine Intervention", then I, of all people, can certainly do this. If you believe in (a) God, then you might understand. If you don't, go ahead and enjoy the songs anyway. 

At current date, I have approximately 106 songs, with some in progress, and some that I've started, but never got round to finishing. If those of you have enough brain cells to suggest appropriate endings, thank you, but no thanks. These are my songs. My babies. My soul, if you will. Ergo, I guard them jealously, like an ageing film star does her pearls.

Following from that idea... these songs are MINE. I wrote them, I own them, and if I want I will be buried with them. Ergo, you cannot, not, repeat, canNOT use them, or pass them off as your own under any circumstances. If you do, your soul will burn in the eternal fires of hell and damnation. If you do and I happen you meet you, a condemnation like the one described above will seem like a picnic with your girl/boyfriend (or both) in the country compared to what I have in store for you. 

Which brings me to another point. I welcome criticism on my songs... I mean, hell, we've all got opinions, no matter how outlandish or plain stupid some might be. However, four letter symphonies on how much I suck are not welcome. If you decide to clog up my guestbook with that, prepare to be flogged. As United States pamphlets told stunned Iraqi troops, "You have just been hit by the Daisy Cutter, the world's most dangerous non-nuclear weapon. More are on the way."

I'm not the Messiah when it comes to making webpages, as some of you computer-literate-savvy-non-Liberal Arts majors might have deduced. When I made The M-Files, I made the mistake of overloading the page with java here, animated GIFs there, the works. Some might say The M-Files themselves were a mistake, but I digress. Now I just have to hope that I've made suitable amends with this subsequent...incarnation..