Bass Line
All you need for a hit song is a good base line. The thump and bump is resonates through machine and A.I.. It is the beat of entropy.
All you need for a hit song is a good base line. The thump and bump is resonates through machine and A.I.. It is the beat of entropy.
There is not more crisp lick of the tip of sound. I can’t hear or don’t know what note comes next without playing the next. There is no great harmony. There is no illusion of a God that gives this. There is no map to find. It’s all hear, but there is no illusion to help create.
It’s difficult to create anything after you have created it while feeling drugs.
Drugs make creation feel easy at first. All the rules are gone, and you are a god. So, Create.
Drugs then become the rules of creation. Creation becomes same as without drugs. But now you need drugs for rules to create.
Jean Joseph was the last original artist. Art is now a mixed mess of expression copied from thought past.
Even the art I create and the band created was a mixed mess of expression.
It’s all shit. There are no artists. There are athletes.
Tired of the Christs we create to be our heroes and thinkers when they are only arrogant beings wanting attention.
All these sounds I hear and see to be music all go blah blah. Blah, blah, blah bullshit. Shit that stinks and sinks and smears its stain. Shit blah blah. That is the new song Blah Blah Shit. Need a baseline.
All the things that feel thought me are no longer part, but some process sub contracted to the information nodes to sustain all the beings and things that we see and love. There was never a band of Zo. there was never a family of three siblings. The companies are not alive. We are not beings. We are tools.