Andy Futuro's Blog: Excerpts, page 6
May 1, 2025
Fash Fashion

Welcome to the second post in a new section of my publication — Freeform! This is a place for pure experimentation and expression. It’s basically a laser beam into my thought process. Don’t worry, this won’t replace any of my fiction content. It’s purely an add on.
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One of the more pernicious conseq...
April 29, 2025
What Are You Waiting For?
This is track 1 from my forthcoming album, 1333, dropping May 9. The whole album is short, punchy, colorful EDM tracks that always find a way to go in a fresh direction. It’s a whole lotta music in 33 minutes.
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And in the meantime, check out my other tracks below.
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April 25, 2025
Rooting for the Apocalypse (4)

Drama ensues when Athena invites her dirtbag boyfriend on her dysfunctional family’s vacation.
It’s eleven in the morning with the time change and the sky is gray and the air is chilly and all the palm trees and convertibles and beautiful people add to my sense of impending doom. I shiver. Athena takes my arm.
Not a bad flight, she says, for the nine-hundredth time.
The guy sitting next to us was farting the whole time, I say, fidgeting like I’m trying to invent a danc...
April 24, 2025
Just Right or Just Write?

Welcome to the first post in a new section of my publication — Freeform! This is a place for pure experimentation and expression. It’s basically a laser beam into my thought process. Don’t worry, this won’t replace any of my fiction content. It’s purely an add on.
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I have a bad habit of just rightin...
April 18, 2025
Rooting for the Apocalypse (3)

Drama ensues when Athena invites her dirtbag boyfriend on her dysfunctional family’s vacation.
I sit in a beige chair in front of a beige computer mounted on a beige desk that lines the beige walls. To my right, so close that his elbow invades my space, sits Mike. No one sits to my left. Seniority has given me the prized position by the door. Beyond Mike are more drones, typing at more computers, twelve of us in this tiny room, with beige walls, and high AC, and fluorescent bulbs. The smell is ...
April 11, 2025
Rooting for the Apocalypse (2)

Drama ensues when Athena invites her dirtbag boyfriend on her dysfunctional family’s vacation.
We sit on the, ahem, patio playing word games. The awning protects Athena and Zak from the rain. I hold a pink umbrella.
We can go inside, dude, if you’re getting wet, Zak says.
I can see clear skies over there, I say. I massage my bare feet into the patio astroturf. This’ll be over in five minutes.
Wittle? Athena says. That doesn’t look right. She fidgets with her nose ring, rubbing the gem like it migh...
April 8, 2025
Trying to Feel

Since Substack is moving in the direction of videos, I thought I would try my hand at making a visualizer for this song. It’s not a full music video — just some colorful and hopefully interesting images to go along with the sounds for a focused experience.
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If you’re a completionist, B...
April 4, 2025
Rooting for the Apocalypse (1)

Drama ensues when Athena invites her dirtbag boyfriend on her dysfunctional family’s vacation.
This is a rotten summer. The heat gets into everything. It’s not a dry heat, like the desert. This is a wet, hot, stinking city heat. You take a shower and never get dry, pores picking up where the faucet left off. Your clothes stick, and your fingers stick, and the sheets stick, and cling as you roll around in the hot, wet, dark, heat of the night. The sheets stain yellow from the sweat.
My bedroom is...
April 1, 2025
Kids Like Us

This song is stranded in limbo. I wrote it a long time ago — I don't know when, but it was on my very first MacBook, a 2001. Back then, not understanding the implications, I saved all the project files as folders rather than projects. Over the years, as the files made their journey from hard drive to hard drive, a lot of the instruments and a lot of the settings that I had crafted for the song decided not to come along for the ride.
As you can hear, it's kind of a big, messy, loud song, with a lo...
March 28, 2025
Ad Me

I am a dumb, stupid, idiot, loser, baby man. I can't make any decisions for myself. I have no self-respect or pride. I am horribly childishly. I am ashamed at my physical deficiencies and non-conforming appearance. I fail even the most basic tasks of communication.
I shimmy my shoulders while I eat yogurt. My eyes go wide with pleasure. Ooooh baby! Only ninety calories!
I have a rash on my elbow that I find humiliating.
I have a rash on my neck — the shame!
I have a discoloration on my shin.
My thigh...