Music used to be so stimulating that I could just sit there and watch https://youtu.be/D_QhIVYlcmE?si=ahP95v7oX69dwtQ- playing out close-eyed. These days though, I'm not so sure. The magic has gone.
I just wanna make one unmistakably brilliant masterpiece that will survive me until the end of time.
Legalize murder.
My Name is Mud or Doctor Worm or Amish Paradise.
They're all listed in the influences section.
Boredom.
No message. My music is anti-message.
i dunno.
The commercialization of art, including music, and the dream of becoming a paid artist, is literally killing creative expression. In the next decade or so, all music consumed will be the product of AI. There you go, fuckers. Hope it was worth it.
i dunno.
That I suck and nobody likes my music.
My local scene? Bro, I live in nowheresville, IA. My "local scene" is a few 70 year old dutch christians playing beatles covers at brunch.
Money. Lots of stinkin fuckin money. And big ass titties. and a huge fuckin dick. Vacant eyes and medically bee-stung lips and huge ass and a fuckin gaping pussy and asshole, all dripping with slime. And be black. And be gay. And be a complete fucking sex pest who drinks blood and fuckin murders kids and gives sacrificial offerings to the beast.
https://youtu.be/s7DUswQ1cRU?si=zw_wyFVvVtIfj0nK