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Just looking through all of Mac’s demo albums and just why he doesn’t do demos for every song on the album like he misses on the level , still beating , my old man and a few others as well . Is there an actual reason why these songs don’t have demos or do they just not exist ?

Okay, Guys, I need to get this off my chest because it's been bugging me for two years now. I went to a strip club with my friends a while back (first time for all of us).

While my buddies were enjoying the show, I saw this girl who was also there with her friends. She wasn't a stripper, just a regular customer like me. But damn, she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. She had these oval glasses and this innocent look on her face, like she was completely out of place. I'm not exaggerating when I say the world faded away when I saw her. All the lights, the music, everything just disappeared. I was completely mesmerized. I couldn't take my eyes off her the whole time we were there.

Now, two years later, I still can't stop thinking about her. It's weird, but I heard this Mac Demarco song "Dreaming" the other day, and it just... clicked. It's like the song perfectly captures how I feel about her, even though I don't even know her name! Now I can't stop listening to it, and every time I do, it just brings me back to that night and how I felt when I saw her.

So are there any more songs like this?

Not only is this slew of creativity extremely satisfying to listen to. But does anyone else write lyrics to Mac's instrumental tunes on here? I have done this often with other artists' instrumentals but having this much juicy goodness in one place is super helpful I find for just throwing on for a little background or inspiration for lyric writing. Anyway, just thought I'd share if you're someone who does this and can relate or as an idea for others that don't do this. Anyway, peace everybody ✌🏻😎

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Hey all, wanted to discuss what Mac concerts/interviews/media you think may have been deleted/removed. I’ve recovered quite a lot and used this old post has a jumping off point: https://www.reddit.com/r/macdemarco/s/A8c2dIVt7h

Without a doubt, many interviews and concert footage have been lost due to deleted YouTube, SoundCloud, Mixcloud, and Facebook videos/audio/accounts/links.

A lot of broken blog websites and RSS feeds has made links go dead and there are other video websites such as Blip TV, Noisevox, and other web-based entertainment/music that have wiped stuff.

I have recovered much of the Y Not Mac channel items which I can post; was mostly stuff taken from the Cam Tony page speed-corrected since Mac would play the tape ultra-slow. Anyways, let me know if you have any leads, if you really wanted to dig I suppose the photographer/videographers of old Makeout Videotape shows could be contacted, same with a interview that has gone dead. I think I’ve about mined out any thing of interest besides stuff from the 2017-2019 period which you can find without too much trouble.

Anyone with footage/audio from the 2008-2014 period feel free to contact me.

Just read that Mac had about 4 millionish listeners in 2020 when I hadn’t heard him yet and he is now at 20 millionish; pretty insane.

UPDATE: I knew I was forgetting something; there are countless magazine/blogs that have taken down text-based interviews but most of those can easily by pulled from the internet archive. These range from the 2012-era to present-day, but I decided not to mess with those for the most part except for reading them once and that’s it.

hey y’all. i’m sure we’d all like to see any footage or images of his montreal apartment in 2012, and other than this photo from a video on youtube called “mac demarco after finishing recording 2,” i haven’t found a shred of media. i would love anything!!

i’m kinda really wanting to find a picture that would tell me about the cymbals he used on this album, cuz i haven’t cracked that mystery. i know the salad days cymbals, but not the 2 cymbals.

so cool, marilyn and me is a banger

Obviously due to the whole situation. I always found his solo stuff shitty musically but in a way that was ironically funny because of how deep he thought it was. It was like finding intrigue in his messed up pysche and hearing it come through his music. Anyways, i liked his music in a weird way but it makes sense it’s gone, wonder what finally made it go since he went downhill like 7 years ago, why now?

this is gonna be one long post this some brain salad, don't bother reading

Me and my dad aren't really getting along at the moment. I'm still 17 and I guess a lot of people kind of have these times where they aren't getting along with their parents, especially during puberty, but my father told me something 2 days ago that really opened my eyes.

I am kind of a problem child. I was very good in elementary school, like above average and immediately went to a good school after. I was really proud to be intelligent and my parents were too, especially because my older brother, who has ADHD and is the son of my mom's first husband, who didn't really care for him, always was not doing well in school, staying away from it for long times without being allowed to and when my parents found out, it got a little chaotic. I'm not trying to talk badly about my brother, he has a lot of struggles himself and I get that. It caused that my parents worry more about the educational success of my other siblings and I. So, as soon as I got into the new school, I struggled, not even with the classes, but to be social and make friends. I really failed at, maybe because I was intimated, I definitely remember the amount of time I spent away from my brother and in school all of a sudden surprised me, but I don't know for sure. That made me fall even deeper into my social anxiety and I started telling my parents I was sick to stay home. For a lot of time. Like really, really long periods of time. I would stay at home, for 6 weeks straight, without going to school once, while my parents thought I was sick and eventually, because, during the weekends I was always fine, they started to catch on. But I sure was one hell of an actor, that much I can say. Maybe I was really scared, but I remember my mom driving me to school and I would break out into tears, telling her I couldn't go because I was feeling bad, so they always still believed me, that I really was ill. I was 10-11 around that time btw. We went to like a bunch of different doctors, who all couldn't find anything, because I was healthy. And I knew, but I wasn't gonna tell them, because I didn't really think about it. Actually I don't know what I thought tbh. But I remember not liking the procedures, because they did a looot of stuff. Like blood tests, which I hated like nothing else, I was put on medication and had to do regular check ups all the time + they even checked my prostate once which was the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced, especially at like 11 years old. But I mean I did bring it on myself though, not gonna lie. (This was around the time I really got into video games and the Internet, something my older brother really got into at some point as well. It was a way to actually socialize and feel good a upbout myself for me. I had one friend and I had my younger brother. That friend actually was my younger brothers friend, but I had a PS4 so we always played together.) Eventually they were gonna put me in the hospital. And I wasn't gonna, because I was scared shitless and had a moment of realization, what the actual fuck I had been doing these past months, lying to everyone and not doing anything. I didn't have any idea of what was going on in school, wasn't doing anything except lay in bed watching something or playing video games and going outside to see the doctor every once in awhile, knowing they ain't gonna find nothing. All that while my parents were worried about me. But was was worse, was especially my father thought I just had to step up my lifestyle, had to be in the sun more and eat right and do sports and socialize, but in the end he always believed me. Having to tell them broke me. I don't really remember the time after that, just that I broke down in my mom's car while telling her it was all a lie. I told my dad later. No idea til this day how they felt about it, but prolly not good. Actually, they didnt believe me, they thought I was scared of the hospital, so I still had to go and I was so fucking afraid. It was traumatic for me, because I was an emotional wreck. I couldn't believe what you had been doing and lost touch with reality I think. I cried a lot during my hospital stay. When they tried to take blood from me, I would like resist and stuff and be a pain in the ass, so they had to hold me. My mom stayed with me during that time, and she told me seeing me cry so much and be so unhappy made her unhappy too. They did a whole bunch of different new things, nothing came around and it looked like I could leave soon. But they wanted a letter, where I described everything. I did and they had me talk to a therapist, who were asking me if I had like suicide thoughts and stuff, which I had never considered, so they ended it around there. I was really glad to be coming home. In hindsight, I think I deserved that shit, facing the consequences of my actions was only fair for the worry I had caused in my family. Pretty sure not even my grandparents know, neither do my siblings, except for my little brother maybe. But life got better. I had 0 self esteem and still no hobbies, but I was happy and thankful to be in school and with my family. Especially after summer ended, I was really happy and actually made a lot of friends in the new school year, because I found my humour and people digged it. My parents were super glad too I think, but I still made them worry, because that was where my issues with grades started. Turns out missing like 3/4, of one of the most important years in school is not the best foundation for a successful education, but I actually hung in there, I was just struuuugggling and it hurt my self esteem even more, as I was no longer the smart kid, but it was fine. After some time, I developed a body dismorphia, from seeing the boys in PE having six packs and stuff (because they were skinny, but I didn't know that) , while I had a little more fat, not at all unhealthy but I thought I was a loser in that department. But I had my charme, maybe it was the gratefulness to be there but people liked me and cared for me. Everything was going ok, until the pandemic hit and I switched classes because I was afraid picking science like almost the entire rest of my grade would ruin my shot at graduating. So I switched and because we rarely saw each other in person and because the class was full of girls and I couldn't even talk to other boys, let's just say I didn't make a whole lot a new friends. Plus during the pandemic my lack of hobbies worsened and I really only did 3 things: play games, watch YouTube and of course, the cherry on top of the motherfucking cake pornography (fuck yeah). I became such a goddamn loser, like shit I look back I'm like "I love you, it's only partially your fault but like oh my God". My parents got hit pretty hard by the pandemic too, as everyone, but I noticed, my dad was really not doing good. I remember him having really sad looks on his face during that time and being worried about him. But I ain't say shit, I was 12 or 13 or sum. When the pandemic came to a close and school was really starting to get going again, I started to do sports. I got onto self improvement, which at first was great, but my disturbed ass quickly turned it into something negative. I developed an ego. During the pandemic, my best friend had introduced me to some new people, all online of course. One of them I knew from elementary school and the other was a friend of that friend. At first we didn't get along too well, but discovered mutual interests and got way better. Then a big fucking Sitcom esque Fight broke out, where my "original" friend eventually left the group, which was fine by me, as I had found new friends. We since cleared up all bad blood and I am still very best friends with two of them.

• We actually do shit in real life and I am glad to have them, especially because they had me around while I was still really just a loser. I'm pretty sure it kept me sane.

Because in school, I hated everyone and everything. I got horrible grades and have literally 0 idea how I even made it to 9th grade. Around that time, we had went to the USA for 4 weeks and even though I have great memories from there and am forever grateful for my parents for giving me the opportunity to see the world at such a young age, it also causes me pain, because around that time I didn't know it, but I was such a miserable person. I had a lot of anxiety and often felt super awkward which I hated and which caused yeah pretty much hatred. I was not a very loving person. Also because I had really gotten addicted to pornography and even knowing it was bad, I had figured it out to late and gotten addicted. My unhealthy social media and overall screen times didn't help one bit. I was overstimulated and felt nothing except for this awkwardness and self hate and it made me so fucking angry. And I projected it onto other people and I fear, I made this, what was supposed to be and adventerous vacation into less of that, to a certain degree at least. And I know my father was hurt about that, because he told me he felt like we didn't really appreciate it, which made me think. Remember when I said I developed an ego? I had started this whole self improvement thing and also trained with my dad, in Taekwondo. He did it for years and the sport means a lot to him, so he was so, so happy to be training with my brother and me and so was I honestly. It got me into MMA and my interest quickly shifted to other martial arts, which my dad didn't like, because he didn't like MMA and I think he just really wanted us to stick with told, also for him which is super fair. When I eventually stopped with TKD to start BJJ, he wasn't a fan. And I get it, I still would've wish he wouldn't have been so negative about it, it probably wouldn't have changed much though. Because I failed to make any new friends again in 9th grade, I kept up my hateful attitude and became a real asshole. Because of my self improvement stuff, I started putting people in boxes, with no regard on their personal story or struggles. I was like "this dude probably doesn't even exercise, he's a loser" and really just projected my self hate on others, which I am glad to have overcome since, but not without my good friend letting me know how much of an annoying person I had gotten to be around, which was absolutely the right move, I had to be stopped, really. The best part was, I wasn't even really following my own stupid self improvement regime, I was still out watching fucking porn and not sleeping well and more. I was playing video games like a madman and it was not good. Then after my friends basically did an intervention, letting me know I sucked, which I can agree with, without looking down on myself, I took a week of time away from everything. This was around new years. I started to reflect and understood what had been going on and that I was unhappy. I started thinking happier. And I stopped being an asshole and tried to be better. I told my friends. One I didn't mention before wouldn't believe me, so I lost him, which I couldve handled a lot better, but I was getting better, which was my main priority at the time. For some time, I actually was very happy and full of energy and of life. I made new friends in a different state too, which gave me confidence, that I could do it, if I wanted to, but school was still a struggle and my parents were constantly worried about it. Then tenth grade came around and for the first time in literal years, like 5, I was actually a good student. I had people to hang out with and while it was awkward, I could talk to people. My parents were aware of my social struggles and I think I left them feeling pretty helpless about the situation, because they talked to my teacher, who then talked to me about it, but I was not a fan. I forgot to mention that at some point after the pandemic, I had a strong sense of wanting to make friends, where I would regularly beat my anxiety to try and make friends. I kind of got unlucky though, as no one really established themselves as my friend. I was very replaceable and that also fed my anger and turned me into a loner, at least in school.

When 11th grade rolled around, I was starting to worsen again. My optimism had deminished, as I was not able to beat my porn addiction still, had massive amounts of screen time and what hurt me personally the most, was the fact that I had wasted so much time of my life being mad and unhappy, while I shouldve had fun and made experineces as a teenager, like in the movies. I also noticed that I didn't feel real, like at all and that it was very hard for me to read my emotions. That's when something interesting happened though. I watched a show called Euphoria and while I know its fiction (where Ive always drawn a lot of inspiration from), the realistic depiction of traumas and addiction really resonated with me. I am of course no where off as bad as any of the Charakters in the show and I was never addicted to any substances, nor am I at risk for it I think, I don't have depression or any really bad mental issues I think, just a little too overstimulated, and too in my head at times, but no panic attacks or nothing worse. The show made me understand that to stop an addiction, you have to learn to want it for yourself, you have to love yourself to a degree, so that you can say "No I dont need this and I don't want this for me" and I actually did it. I got a lot better with my porn addiction to the point I don't consider myself an addict anymore. This has really freed my mind from this sexual, very surface level thinking and opened it up to deeper thinking and a better understanding of emotions and I think purpose as well.

I had also been doing a lot of sports. I was not with that over the top self improvement shit anymore, but I kept a lot of good habits. After stopping competitive grappling (where I had a really negative record but wasn't too bad) because of injuries, I started weightlifting, which I had been doing a little of for a year or sum. I started going to the gym and actually built a good physique, slowly conquering my body dismorphia from some time ago. When I would show off a little bit, my father was noticably not really impressed and kind of annoyed, probably because I quit those other sports and that kind of hurt me, but still, I was steadily getting better. But I was getting more cynical, as I still didn't feel real and like I was missing out on life. I was starting to talk to girl I was into, who liked me back, but I lost feelings immediately after the adrenaline wore off which confused me. I was trying to make memories, but I was just not feeling anything. It was really starting to get to me. I started to stop caring about school, because it was only in the way of my peace from my perspective, that was much to the discontent of my parents. I was arguing with them every week about all kinds of stuff, like me never being on time, because I just didn't care about anything, them fighting all the time and not understanding my perspectives. My dad I think had lost a lot of respect for me because I had quit TKD and then BJJ and even my music classes (a year prior) which I had been taking since I was a first grader and just the way I used to act. I think he never realized when I was getting better, but I also didn't really give him a lot of time for it + he works a lot, so that's gonna be difficult anyway. My parents never knew what was going on with me, they just said they noticed I looked sad a lot and I don't give them any blame anymore. I did back then though, because I was looking for reasons as to why I didn't feel. I came to the conclusion that their constant fighting was the cause. That they didn't fit very well and that they were emotionally immature. What a smart ass thing to think. Jeez. To be fair, no one is perfect and of course my parents are only people and I should be glad to have them and respect their knowledge and experience, which I know and do now, back then though, different story.

I didn't know what was going on, but I had theories. I was in my head a lot more than usually and it was bothering me. I asked a school buddy I knew smoked weed if I could get some and he did get me some. I started smoking weed and I liked it a lot. I got me a lot of weed and started smoking a lot. I really started to get into music, listening to albums and understanding the art behind it became a priority in my life. Creativity came into it.

I made the decision to switch school, to get a fresh start and to unwind a little bit, to focus on myself more and because this school I was at was not giving me anything to express myself with very well, which I think is important to me. I eventually ended 11th grade with horrible grades, but I had made some friends right at the end of my team in school, which I made some fun memories with towards the end, which is nice. As summer arrived, it became apparent I was smoking too much weed and needed to stop, before I put myself into another hole. So I went on vacation with my parents and left everything at home, to get fully sober for that time. It was a nice vacation, looking back I really enjoyed that time, it being my last summer as a minor was beautiful. Still we fought a lot and I noticed a lot of negative patterns that my parents fell into again and again. I was starting to think that they were at fault for me feeling so little, that it was childhood trauma. I, a psychologically unqualified teenager was over interpretating his , what a surprise. But for real, that summer is close to my heart, because I learned to appreciate music more than ever and because I got to spend time with my family so much, even though it was annoying and a little miserable for some time, we all grew from it I think. Getting back though did not go as smoothly either. I got into weed quickly again after, which I was ok with, because I have very little care for myself in a weird way. New school wasn't what I expected and I am still finding out if I wanna stay. Even though I can talk to people just fine now and am pretty confident, it doesn't fulfill me anymore at the moment and I fear that I'm gonna fuck it up with every next sentence Im gonna say. I have a lot more conflicts in and am doubting on of my closest friendships. And I still felt little except for negativity. My activity went way down when I got an internship at a drug store. I stole a bunch of shit there. I experimented, trying to find a way to feel more again and accidentally overdosed on opiates because I just didnt think about my safety at all. I got away with it that time, but it could have ended dramatically and honestly, at the time I didn't really care. I still don't fully care. But really I do, I don't wanna do nothing like that ever again, it's not worth it and it's just gonna hinder me in the long run. I've decided I'm here to stay.

All my unhappiness came to a halt tho. I knew that most of what had been causing me pain was self hate and feeling sorry for myself because of my anxiety, my past, that feeling of being worse than I probably was doing and of course : old habits. So I started to quit the Internet the way I used it entirely, because as much as I wanted to think that I had changed so much I had to realize that I am still overstimulated. I am feeling a lot better now and feel like taking everything one day at a time especially purpose wise and with school.

Everything was going pretty well until 2 days ago, where my father told me that he wants us to talk to a therapist, because he thinks we have a problem. I didn't understand it. I understood that he saw me stay home a lot even after getting into the new school and that he was seeing everything I put him and my mom through unfold before him again. I understood that he knew I was still playing a bunch of video games and was on my phone a lot. He doesnt know about my drug use though. I have done a good job distancing myself though, I have no craving towards that shit anymore, similar as it was with porn.

The thing though that really, really fucking hurt to hear though was him saying, that he thinks I have an inner conflict that he caused.

I caused my parents so much trouble and I'm glad my mom is at least doing pretty good. I have noticed my dad be very down a lot of the time though. Seeing him get mad quickly and then feeling bad but not knowing how to express it. Being sorry then. It's gut wrenching to think about. He's so rarely happy and seems very alone. He's seen me go through a lot of different phases, but not knowing who and how I am probably gives him a lot of uncertainty, when I seem to not be doing too well. Ive had so many fights with my parents and just haven't ever made the impression of being able to exist on my own. I haven't been delivering in school, I struggle socially and the way my father sees it: I am wasting my time in front of screens. And to be fair, I have only changed into a really positive attitude that finally feels solid very recently and it's probably too early to tell if it's gonna last, but he was right all along.

"Mom (Dad) was right, it really is that damn phone"

I can't fucking believe that I have been so immature to not realize this earlier. I always thought I was so smart, when really, It was oblivious. My father thinks, that our relationship is flawed, which either means, he has an issue with me, or I have one with him / it's mutual and I was too blind to notice it. I was looking for the reason that I wasn't feeling good for so long, while it mightve been in front of me the entire time.

And while listening to this song, Watching him fade away, I finally understood it. How precious a father is and how much I should cherish having him around. Everything from him that I ever considered him not understanding me, was just him worrying and wanting the best for me. He just wants to be the best dad he can be and after I did so much bullshit, making other people suffer from, being this just not good person and not even telling the truth about everything still, he thinks we have a problem that he caused. The worst part is that his Dad died when he was 10, he got shot, so my Father never really got to observe how a dad does. And he still tries so hard and I just fight and am a loser, then an asshole and a mess. At first this statement gave me terrible anxiety because I thought I finally knew what I needed to do to get better for good, that being getting rid of all overstimulating bs, but I am starting to think I really have to be a better son and a better person.

And I'm glad to see it from this perspective as well that Mac gave me. I'm sure it's gonna be really important in finally figuring this all out. The raw emotion in this song is undescribable. I owe Mac for opening my eyes a little more through his art, and I am so grateful for that. I have found a whole new love and appreciation for my father who is just like me, not perfect and only a human being, really trying his best, more than I have been and I want to follow that example.

If anyone read this, which I seriously, seriously doubt because I feel like this is not comprehensively written enough to be understood by anyone but me, but if you did I hope you got something out of it, or that I at least didnt at waste your time

Thank you to Mac Demarco for making such a beautiful and moving piece of Art, again, you helped me find a piece of love that I need to finally become happy I am sure

And thank you Dad, love you

whether it be for the lyrics, instrumental, or production, what is in your opinion, macs best song?

I dont mean favorite, I'm talking "objective" best, which I know isn't a thing cos music is subjective, but I'd love to hear what fans consider to be his best work.

I broke this down by album, what I thought was the best song on every album, and compared them to eachother and see what was the overall best

RRNC: EUROPEAN VEGAS 2: ODE TO VICEROY SALAD DAYS: BLUE BOY ANOTHER ONE: NO OTHER HEART THIS OLD DOG: MY OLD MAN HCTC: ON THE SQUARE FEHT: GUALALA ONE WAYNE G: 20191229

OVERALL BEST: NO OTHER HEART

I'd love to hear you guy's opinion on this, and if you think my pick is wrong please roast me, I would love to hear all feedback :)

Firstly I wanna say that I didn't come up with a lot of it (u/rumsquall mostly) but I filled in the blanks because what was said works really good, I also combined some efforts from others to make it more clear I believe that the full conversation goes like this:

MD: "i mean back, back together." MM: "NO." MD: "I just wanted you to keep it, if you get straight, it's your favorite one, say no to drugs on one side and I love mom on the other."

Listening to it with the actual audio is what made me confident enough to post this as I think it fits very well, the dialog itself does seem a bit messy though, I definitely have some doubt for the "if you get straight" line but considering the much more assurance I have for "say no to drugs" I think it's still believable, i also really think theres a st syllable in there and i struggle to think of anything else starting with s to fit where it is but still feel free to poke holes on what any of the words could be ill definitely try and hear it out lol.

Been scouring the internet for months trying to find some free mac demarco synth sounds but nothing seems to be coming up, only stuff that requires expensive plugins, anyone know some free plugins to get that Mac Demarco sound?

Hey, how are you doing?
I bought a guitar a year ago and I started playing it but i didn't know where to start so i stopped. Now that I have more time, I want to learn to play the guitar and music theory.
I like Mac Demarco's style, how he improvises and his chord progressions and how he haves fun playing it. I would like to play like him but don't know how. I know it will take a long time, but i'm up to play everyday.
Thanks for your time :))