Maybe that’s my problem. I neglect the bones.
As in,
You sit to play with every toy imaginable, every sound.
Delays.
Filters.
Micro loopers.
You get caught up in expanding this one moment, sloppily or without…. structure.
It’s a sin.
A sin to the craft and the love of it.
Only assholes sit down to learn the solos…
You’re supposed to think about the entire thing.
It’s ok to noodle in the intro, interlude, outro..
I’m sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes..– a rapper
Well… I suppose I won’t.
Suppose…
……
You don’t know when you’re doing it right, but you can absolutely tell when it’s wrong..
The things you do..
And the reasons you do them..
Sure.
Die a romantic..
Die being that before you kneel.
If you can’t figure it out?
Fuck it.
Hold a day job.
There’s things I like about Kevin, but there was a specific point when we started to diverge in Path..
His kids.
I could not be the way he was, after he had kids.
I couldn’t be that.
Self absorbed is self absorbed.
Self worship and self indulgence…
I get it… I do…
But visualize…
Two little ones, that came from you….
Nope 👎
Hard pass on that.
Maybe he’ll understand at 60.
If we make it that far…
(lost in the weeds…)
Yes! Yes I did… Just like playing with guitar noises..
Maybe I only play when I’m stoned..
There’s that 🤣
dawn 