I recently read (or re-read) an article from 2015 that described how medded-up I was. They noted that I was able to articulate myself, but that I looked completely subdued and my speech was slurred. Because of an agreement I signed to be free, I can’t directly point the finger of blame to anyone. But I was definitely under the influence of HEAVY psychotropic drugs.
Lately, I’ve been working out to change the narrative. At least if I get better circulation in my body, the meds won’t be so heavy on my tongue… and fingers. I hate what the medication has done to my playing. And what the cigs did to my voice?? Fuggedaboutit. Still, I refuse to believe I am a shell of my former self.
This show on Friday should separate the men from the boys, as far as how I carry myself.
Granted, rock stars notoriously pay for how bad they treat themselves.
I was talking to a FDAlien recently. Cant say her name, can’t *drKiwi* her. But she believes in me. Always did. We just never were in a position to make it romantic. And I feel like FAILING every time I see her. I just think she’s that awesome. It’s either fail or crash out and deck the nearest person to us. Never felt that before.
Unrelated, I told CYoung exactly what I had been sampling for the beats of #3rdEyeMagic projects of the last 2 years. I warned him that THEY may be the cause of his meltdowns. He denied, and went on talking about his experience in the streets.
At least I tried.
Don’t worry. I’ll be dropping some beats soon.
And expect a Hamilton Takeover of DSPs, even sooner.
My day is going, so will I.
You know the vibes.
!Jr.!
