I feel like me and my uncle might be falling out soon.
I know he wants what's best for me.
That I can go to sleep with.
But... we're too (2) different people.
He's very analytical.
He'd make for the perfect manager and I'd make for the perfect artist.
All I want to do is make music.
I'm not a bad performer.
I just don't like crowds anymore.
In fact, I never liked crowds.
Makes you wonder why I got in the business to begin with.
I got some messages today from a fan who misses the lo-fi, heavy compression sound.
Quite simply, I got nicer with compression.
You can barely hear it now.
The distortion IS THERE.
In fact, it's more metal than ever.
It's just... now it has a more futuristic cleanliness to it.
I can't turn back now.
However, I believe my final days are among us.
Musically, at least.
I might vent on the mic every so often.
Might even drop it.
But as far as dropping music in high quantities, nuh-uh.
I've spoiled you.
Now it's time to spoil myself.
If only I could spoil myself with some wealth.
I don't know what Lisa's problem is.
She's been very distant.
Might be because of the doomer incident.
I love you!
Why are you doing this to me?!
DO YOU EVEN EXIST?!!
The Socratic Doomer
~follow the buzzards~