Robert Johnson, fuck off.

I'm fucking tired of "musicians".

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I have no words to describe my relationship to music. I know one thing: I'm a better singer than you; I don't care who you are (okay, there are a few singers out there who I admit, are superior, but still; you get the gist). Music and me are Mathematically intertwined. I play other instruments when I get a chance, but my voice is what I know best as it's always handy. Most practiced. Challenge me!

I listen to music almost continuously. When I'm not playing my own or someone else's on some device, I hear it. When all is silent at night, I hear it. The slightest breeze of air pushes my mind into something; dixie, blues, who knows what's coming next. When it gets overwhelming I sing it or record it or speak over it. Sometimes it saves me, sometimes it irks me. I could go on.

For me, stopping other things in my mind and listening is enough. Being a part of the intrinsic Mathematics of the universe, music forms all by itself. Cut to the chase: anyone who profits from music: you are scum.

Note my careful use of the word, "profit"? Music is and always has been a valid, maybe even the most honourable way to make a life; a living. I have myself travelled from place to place with no more than a guitar; literally singing for my supper; taking coin for song; usually just made up on the spot.

I have an amazing voice, so I eat well. And even flipping people over and having them cry buckets, plus food + drink seems like a raw deal for what is essentially, for me; totally free. I just pluck it from the ether. I also have a lot of fun, and usually tail. I mostly considered myself pretty fortunate.

The need to also have massive house, private jets, sports cars and so on, seems alien to me. And of course, you (we) the public created this monster. And that gets me philosophical.. Did we really need this? And so I look farther outwards, and see that yes; we seems we absofuckinglutely did. Shit!

Because even the artists; those souls gifted with the most honourable of tasks, have bent over and shafted themselves up the ass. Now they will complain about AI creations. These complaints come from artists who's work is inferior to AI. Which is most "artists".

We created a monster. And inside that monster a galaxy of monsters. Whichever monster wins is still a monster.

Selling your soul to the devil is a nice story. Wraps the whole thing up in a bow. But it's still just a story.

The reality: You are now the black part of your soul; living right here doing it. Earth is the best place for this. So, you do you!

But be quick about it.. Greed is eating up the actual planet.

;o)