Stop making music. Your goal should be to make harsh repetetive noise. A kind of anti-music, if you will. It's a kind of revivial spell for after people have had the life yanked out of them by the monotony of the real world. It's a heart beating back to life after it's been emptied of all that is good. A mystic spell to bring back in the flawed, the real, the human.
Life was never supposed to be like this, you know. Safe and boring and bland and predictable. I mean, yes that is nice, but we've become like animals in zoos, all pent up and confused, hurting ourselves and each other in a sad, desperate struggle for the connection capitalism steals from us.
Life is meant to be shamelessly weird, a flawed, vulnerable mess. Not this bland, safe digital purgatory we've become stuck in. I'm not interested in making music. The rockers ruined music. I'm interested in something stranger and more abstract, that gets results in the real world. Art was never meant to be safe or easy. My goal was to eliminate that from the equation.
Who needs all these rules, anyways? When have they ever done anything but hold us down?
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