ĨŪ.

The one time It might actually be a good thing to pull the Jack…

I've been handling well with the Ace
[Full House]

I was on time, but what I did after,
Or where I went
[I didn't]

I can't recall.

Now's not the time for that. We're behind and off schedule

I'm failing at everything, i think.

Mud on my mind.

What a card;
What a game when the whole deck
Is Jokers.

What a card, The Jack
What a game with a whole deck made of Jokers
Meanwhile,
The hosts and magicians
Are still playing poker

What a game

I'm sure I was on time,
But what I did after
I can't recall
Get rid of it all

damn , he's evil!

All the dope in the world and that


later , i'm busy


I don't want no bubbles in my water!
Finna call the cops
I got stalkers
I been sick of working harder
I got all my —
Of the curb
But the cure I'm sure
Move up start over

—
Everything can go but the water
Year of the snake
But the snake's car don't turn over
In time for work
Guess that's a dunce
Got a whole bunch of
Don't give a fuck
I'm finna cal the cops
This is Brooklyn New York
What you want an award
For standing on the corner?
You look stupid,
Stoop kid, get off the stoop

In my first 8 hours in CDJs, I learned that my music should be a reflection of not just “whatever”— but music I knew well enough to be able to turn frontwards and backwards and upside down; music I knew inside out— and that my own music should reflect

Just as I suspected
This is for the kids,
I could dissect it,
But I been busy
Focus on the—
Nobody else is—
Literally—
Don't want—
—paying attention—
To my songs,
Yet seems to be written
In clips—
Like the script is.

Hm.

Way to stay relevant
But doesn't make any sense—
I think they're leading the herds all to slaughter
I think insomniac has me a purpose,
I should just
—showtunes!
Follow the host route.


… ‘stick to bass music'

I wasn't paying attention so much to obscure faded voices from out of nowhere so much anymore, but also— perhaps I was being lead in a certain direction.

What was I looking for?

New music to mix with my own that would get me noticed.

But perhaps I had already been noticed.

I was willing to spring on a compilation album, but it wasn't avalible, however, newly avalible—

Ah, subtronics. I was something like obsessed with subtronics, because in understanding the dynamics of his approach to music making, i understood it well enough to dissect what he was doing— but not well enough to replicate it. I didn't have the patience, and I didn't want to entirely replicate it anyway. I just knew I needed something “like” it in order to play big festival stages. Especially the basspod.

For the moment, I was trapped somewhere between correct grounds and wasteland, more metaphorically speaking one than the other and I hadn't an actual decent mix to provide insomniac anyway— I was a little retarded when it came to things that seemed simple maybe to anyone else, but to me, were not. i hadn't mastered full control of a professional set up, nor had I entirely learned to understand the formulaic approach to festival

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