Goals Gone Wild

As I listen to ...a Dilla-produced #cHam song about a particular StarChaser (not Baddie, for a change), I am reminded of my mission. 

Save music.

Though I did my part, modern human evolution is eroding at the very fabric of musicianship and music IN GENERAL. I'm sure a comma was needed up there, but I'll save it for 5 words ago. Anyway, musicians are set to have the hardest time getting gigs with the rise of AI. And producers now only have to remember their presets and settings. Basically, the work load is lighter for those who, honestly, have a lot of work to put in.

So I am going to be taking my time "PROTECTING" music. Instrumentally, at least. I am recording, but without knowing the intricacies and depth of my "bars", it becomes an acquired taste.

I'm tryna rock the house.

From here.

Anywhere, should my travels continue.

No rest for the wicked.

I wonder if Dr. Kiwi sees herself as an incentive. Like, I'm reasoning my behavior (good, law-abiding) based on her understanding. 

Reasoning = Understanding

If I make her real, she would shut down EVERY chick *drKiwi* ever dealt with. From looks to care. I got my guitars. *drKiwi* doesn't have to worry about a thing. *drKiwi* is up there with J Dilla and Doug Funnie, as far as influential art.

#TheBlackDrRobotnik is shockingly timid when it comes to women these days. Once you get a rep for being a "woman beater", all bets are off. You better have a helluva handstroke. And though it's not a common occurrence in my love life, it was building up. *drKiwi* did a NUMBER on me, in the months before *drKiwi* went viral. I don't wish bad on *drKiwi*, but ...idk. Knowing more about *drKiwi* makes it difficult to NOT agree with the "*drKiwi* had it comin'" talk.  

#FCCH type shit.

#CH