The irony I am feeling in real time and real life writing songs in Bluesie is that I am mostly blissful writing these sad songs and I didn’t quite connect why in the first song. In the second song, The hay, I am begining to realize this irony. The beat or call it what you may pattern of instrumentation I choose while trying to write the older blues I didn’t know then but know now is very similar to the sound of the human heartbeat. So these songs are mostly heartfelt and deep. There will be four songs in this category. I hope it makes you as belissful as it makes me writing them. These four songs, because of how deeply felt they are but not jumpable will be remixed. I love them my readers, I confess, so much so, they make me forget moimentarily the sadness around them. And I am glad these songs are mine. I am doing the writing, the singing, the production and all. Thank you for being here.
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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