dawn

And it’s cool to have favorite things.

So fuck you!

Till the bitter bitter end..

You’re free in your ears, to like what you like.

And notice some shit,

Sick ass guitar line, bonkers drum fill, clever lyric..

I don’t ask or expect any single soul to like what I like..

It ain’t my business.

But weez free to like..

Whatever makes that heart beat.

Whatever it may be… whatever you found while you were searching..

So that’s cool.

I also think Japanese music is brilliant.

And I love the sound of the Russian language.

What does it mean?

Nothing..

Nothing to you..

But that’s the power of being unnoticed and unimportant..

You are free.

To let the stream flow into your ears and mold you..

(And cure the malady of mood..)

And it’s wonderful 💯

When you can let it in .

When you really listen and the dogshit ass world just melts away..

And we ain’t here, we’re in there..

Wherever there may be .

Some Opera.

(soft,calm)

Some Aggressive Rap, Gangsta

(strong, unstoppable)

Some Rock and Roll

(alive and kicking..)

Some Russian folk,

(reborn but old)

Some classic rock

(daydreaming)

Some symphonic classical..

(unworthy….that music makes me feel unworthy…like I’m lucky they even allow me to listen to something so meaningful)

Space techno electronica

(world building..it makes me see the building blocks of a digital creation and creator)

Music is pretty cool.

I like it a lot.

I listen every day, and it makes me really happy.

I can be real with myself..

Every now and then..

I’m capable of telling the truth.

“she looked Tock in his eyes, and when she saw death coming she just cried”- meek mill

Quote because you like it …

Don’t you ever ever act like it was yours though.

Don’t you dare forget to tag the name to it.

To offer up the respect to the artist.

Don’t you ever fuckin do that.

Not ever.

Always quote the source..then it’s an homage.

Conjuring up the flavor, because you like it.

And it spices your life.

And you have all the power in the world, if you carry what artists made.

If you can.

If that ego can take a back seat.

Child’s play.. on art