This tour has been wonderful. Truly to do this on my own has provided such an insight into how we can really transmute any situation or circumstances into the best possible way to evolve ourselves and so in doing that you’ll have actually the most fun. Even just by yourself in a room doing nothing, feels like some lost symphony of opportunity.
Tour managing myself. Being my own roadie. Settling up. Getting myself to the next place and rested and ready to perform and with a great attitude about it.
That’s what I do. And I take great pride in it. I think I’m doing a remarkable and excellent job of it.
And everywhere I’ve gone the response has been the same. Overwhelming enthusiasm and glowing reviews about an excellent and even sometimes inspired night.
Which one. Hmmm lemme see ?
You love of mine. You infinite bully. That place where I’d always listen to the train run away with my imagination off into impossible distance too breathtaking to imagine. But I’d go there.
Isn’t only where I was born but also my imagination.
And I suppose the real mother and father for my disdain for all things conventional.
Ohio progressive enough to give the freaks a little room to move but not much. Turns out not much at all.
Fuck you ⛄️😘
My manager over the phone
“Hey sir. How’s it going?”
” good sir I’m excellent how are you?”
“I’m good I’m good.. everything go alright last night?”
“Yeah it was fine. Why?”
“Well I’m getting some really odd reports from the club. Apparently some people were offended and the club is accusing you of being on drugs”
“What? That doesn’t really make sense. It was a good show. People were raving afterwards. Even people from the club were talking about how good the response was and commenting on just how much people were raving. One guy who said it was his first time seeing me, compared me favorably to Lemme and sorta saying I rocked that hard.
In fact my main foil of the night was an old heckler who was laughing it up with me after the show and we hugged like three times.
As I greeted everyone respectfully and held myself and others in high esteem and regard all night. Didn’t even smoke weed before the show. Let alone drink or any drugs. Don’t do none of that now and wouldn’t even consider it.
Which is why I take great offense to the implication The Music Box in Cleveland came at my manager with today.
To accuse a performer to be on drugs because they buck convention is absurd.
The fact that that still goes on in Ohio is an outrage.
And I deeply hope that anyone who enjoyed that show last night
Defends me here and let’s this club know that they support and defend the artist in this case and join my outrage of this accusation, which serves to rob the cultural landscape of Ohio from progressive artists such as myself. Why would I come back to be treated this way? Where everywhere else I go, I’m received with a kind openness and love which seems rare.
Do you people want anything vaguely interesting in art and music anymore???
Do all rough edges simply need to be faded out?
Must we all drone on into some bored mediocrity where by nothing happens and people are just left be comfortable in their numb state waiting for oblivion. Sorry I’m not going out like that.
Here is why artists don’t come back. Here’s the behind the scenes knife in the back.
Music Box. You owe me a deep apology. Ohio you owe me defense. Or maybe you don’t owe me nothing at all. But that extends both ways. Namaste.