Well here I am again. Haven't been around much because my life is in such chaos and bullshit that I get a brick wall dropped on me every fucking time I have something to say. I'm always in the middle of something so I end up forgetting my subject matter and all I can do is break something, to calm the fire that burns so fucking hot, it starts to pour out past my teeth into my hands as I desperately try to catch it.
This is the reason I am an insomniac. I refuse to sleep because I feel like I am wasting time resting this vessel that is starting to fall apart, rotting and flaking at the edges.
I am in the mood to bash the shit out of all these critics' brain-dead idea that art has to hold up to their stupid-ass fuck-tard cock-sucking standards; pardon my French.
Who the fuck put them in charge of what we write when we create our rhymes poetry and prose? Who the fuck do they think they are talking to? And why are you fuck-tards even listening to them?
Growing up I have always wondered why it is that when I love a movie I find that critics hate it. They never like anything I have ever fell in love with. Then, everything they praise and worship as what they call 'movie of the year' is from my experience, the worse load of Himalayan Mountain Lion SHIT I have ever had to sit through after listening to them.
They want to sit there and tell US what we are supposed to expect from our script-writers, song-writers and lyricists? That we should be educated by our fucking favorite musicians and wordsmiths. They can keep living their delusion that art has to be what they want. Yes, there are artists out there who create beauty through the smartest means possible. They exist if you look for them. But some people are looking in the wrong place. They are looking into our music, our generation's popular interests.
What they fail to see is that when it comes to music and lyrics it isn't about sounding smart or educating anyone, it is about moving, it is about moving people with our words, our sound, our ideas and a clever way of saying things; that which pours out of our souls and into the massive crowds that gather to hear the soundtrack of heaven and hell.
So what if someone writes a song that reads between 3rd and 5th grade reading level? That's not the aim of the writer. Their aim is to make you think, to make you understand something from their point of view, to impress you with a complex way of arranging words phrases and sentences keeping it easy to understand while using structure and rhyme. This art has never followed anyone's rules on what its supposed to look or sound like, that's the point of ART, to stand out! To be that black sheep who goes against the grain; to rebel and break boundaries and explore all possibilities except for the those that have already been exhausted, trying something different, taking a crash course into new directions previously unexplored by those who fear the unknown.People believed the world was flat and what did the "black sheep" do? They went out and figured out that not only that it isn't flat, but that it is more like a ball, that there is another world out there to discover. They walked out of their caves after dreaming for too long.Daring to show the world despite being ridiculed and killed for going against the cult-like belief that we must fear the dark and destroy the things we do not understand. They dare show the world there is always more to it. All this talk of music getting stupid and having nothing to say in terms of making its listeners stupid as if Clapton had anything to "say" when he wrote Cocaine, or when AC/DC "got shook all night long." This is a unique and I admit, a change in what usually comes from me. But I have no style other than spoken word, no rhyming, no structure or even direction, just a subject or idea written in free-form improvisation.
Get your ass out there and find what you love! I'm going to find what works for me, who cares what anyone else thinks! Enjoy your fucking music be it rap, metal, pop etc.