Back in 2006–2009, I was pure. Clean energy, wide open, a good kid. Connected to the world. Believing everything was tied together. I wouldn’t even step on an ant.
Walking to work, getting cheated on, my father gone, hustling for people I didn’t even care about… and still, melodies kept hitting me out of nowhere. They stacked up. Piled up. Stayed locked in a box for years.
Now it’s 2026.
AI showed up and plugged itself into that same connection… amplified it. Took the cumulative madness of all of us and said, “this is how you do it.”
So I said, fine. Let’s see what happens if I bend to it. If I let it touch my songs.
This is the result.
If steel walls wrapped the western horizon… you still don’t know how stubborn I can get.
If steel walls wrapped the western horizon… you still don’t know how stubborn I can get.
You really set out on the road… but now you’re rebuilding it from whatever survived in your memory
You really set out on the road… but now you’re rebuilding it from whatever survived in your memory
Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.
Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.
Too much stress makes kidney stones. Stones turn into songs. Songs give birth to clips.
Too much stress makes kidney stones. Stones turn into songs. Songs give birth to clips.
