A while back, I heard a public person talking about the end of a musical dream.
Like at some point, this person realized that they didn’t have “it”, and this deep love and passion would only be relegated to a ‘hobby’.
Like ‘it’ was a requirement to being musically heard.
First of all, I feel like this is self enforced limitation. Like..You’ve already lost all the battles because you believe that you’re not good enough, even before the freakin’ starting gun.
Secondly, it makes me grateful that I came up in grunge.
For a moment there, the entire point was finding an approach considered “new”.
Novelty.
A talent of creation versus a talent of skill, skill was not the main focus.
And it was dirty, and it was ugly, and it was raw.
People were sick of the polished edges. Losers and nobodies had no voice speaking for them at all.
So for a moment there, it was cool to be out of the comparison mindset.
Because some losers were making an amazing thing, and the crowds were wild, and the energy was amazing. And all the ecstasy was cut with heroin. (Regional)
I digress.
The time had a great spirit to be a teenager, and I’ll wear that shit like a flag.
I don’t want to see your backup singers.
I couldn’t care less about what celebrity you’re dating.
Smash something.
Have talent, but for fuck’s sake. Break some shit. Don’t be told what to do .
Incorporate subtlety and imagery, mask the meaning of your point deep within random sentences.
Confusing ass lyrics.
Lot of minor key.
When music went to shit around 2001, That’s when I started time traveling. Rock and roll face was first, go kind of far back there. ’70s late ’60s.
Really just taking in spirit.
Ahh, music is cool. 😎😎😎🤟🤟
Should be grateful 🥲
Always.
That’s cool stuff.
Blargity blarg.
I’m really glad to have my journal back,
Turning my ears off really reminds me why I type in the first damn place. And I’m gonna stick with it,put music in them instead. And I’m not hateful, just bugged out.
Like the 90’s.
All heart baby 👍👍
dawn 