My readers, I must say it as I am thinking it and we are alive. It can never be an insult in music that I am not what it takes and destined for failure. If my foundation is authentic, I have true connection and great dedication and it is coming from love, what is failure eventually? My dear music lovers, they must confuse me for those I will never be and my great loves are many. That is a blessing. They’re not thinking–I have never used superficiality for my music, never applied makeup for music, never autotune, never shaken my ass in front of a camera, never bling-bling you anything, and so on and so forth. Never will, with odds naturally against me from inception, how can I beat greater odds? No doubt I ain’t got what it takes.
Love had me writing for years without seeming end without any sense of perceptible success. I know my writing years haven’t even started yet. I know this without a doubt. Music, adopted from suffering is freedom of intellectual and emotional creative cathartic expression and I haven’t even integrated knowledge I hope to gain from music theory yet in this age of AI music. There is no perception of failure as I know what failure truly is. There never will be. Now I must learn dances for the Jazz cloud events, (simple swing moves and such because I want to) and hope to embrace both dance groups and jazz bands for the events that is never for the blingbling it takes but love and respect for what art against the odds truly is for those who do it without much credit for it. Sometimes people confuse love with impression as they mistake reality for appearance. Impressions are fleeting. Did you know that the noise from the singing in Paraphrenia is background traffic noise I intentionally integrated with techno noise? Thank you for being here music lovers
I will debut longer form personal, experiential, and spiritual essays next year. I want to continue to do meaningful work. Help me conquer those who steal life, labor and liberty. Thank you.
When I realized comedy can be described as the things I say and do as well as the things I don’t say and do, I knew it was for me. I was seeing and hearing all kinds of shit that couldn’t be happening in the dreams and the nightmare we call society. I believe they call that crazy. You don’t need any proof. Someone just has to appear to have more potential at succeeding than you and you can make shit up about them. Better than that, you can plot to make them what you say they are. There’s always a ridicule am yet to encounter and the punches just keep coming. It is no miracle I survived. I am now more than qualified to tell comedically twisted true tales as a part of the jazz music festival, half time music. half time comedy. it is hilarious. In fact it is now a comedic-jazz music festival. Your receipts for music by ril and the free books for life cause mean the world to me. Help achieve justice.
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