djilog seeks sponsorship
Enough pseudo intellectual speculative non-sense. I need some cash! So November was the big, let's try teaching at the local youth center for free at first, hoping I'll get an offer for a paid position, "plan". Not exactly working out that way, but then again, what does?
I'm in the midst of releasing a mix cd of all original content from me and two of my cohorts in crunk banging crime, but will it ever make dividends? Who knows? It appears that my creativity in it's current state is not worth a whole lot in the marketplace. We'll see. Perhaps trying to retain the highest degree of autonomy is what's costing me. Perhaps I need to let fly my egoic notions that I must be in control of my own destiny and grab the closest soul-selling contract made available by whatever strand of the monoCorp that see's me as succulent prey for their predatorial ways. Then at least, I'd get paid and have trees to blaze. Anyways. There are many ways, hustles, crafts, etc. I just need to get a nice lucrative one to support my musical lifestyle. I just can't get into pimping my music yet. I haven't found the right balance. IT doesn't seem like the raw natural energy I cultivate in this art world will be deemed something of worth to the majority of the buying public.
So any intelligent reader will have no-doubt acertained: I'm doing the self-fulfilling prophecies again. I need to shut the fuck up and put my shit out. I am. Looking for the best deal on cd duplication. I want my shit on wax but have no idea how. I think maybe, I need to contact Hefty again. That seemed like an in. John has experience releasing all that shit, wax, cd's, itunes, but it seemed like he wasn't really feeling my tunes. That was mildly heartbreaking. I mean, after following their progress for years, I thought I was in synch with their general thrust of innovative electronic/organic directions. *sigh*
My shit is dope. I know that. It's not fully realized though... my achilles heal: half-assedness. Oh well, let me go break my frustration on the wooden tiles of community Hiphopism.
I'm in the midst of releasing a mix cd of all original content from me and two of my cohorts in crunk banging crime, but will it ever make dividends? Who knows? It appears that my creativity in it's current state is not worth a whole lot in the marketplace. We'll see. Perhaps trying to retain the highest degree of autonomy is what's costing me. Perhaps I need to let fly my egoic notions that I must be in control of my own destiny and grab the closest soul-selling contract made available by whatever strand of the monoCorp that see's me as succulent prey for their predatorial ways. Then at least, I'd get paid and have trees to blaze. Anyways. There are many ways, hustles, crafts, etc. I just need to get a nice lucrative one to support my musical lifestyle. I just can't get into pimping my music yet. I haven't found the right balance. IT doesn't seem like the raw natural energy I cultivate in this art world will be deemed something of worth to the majority of the buying public.
So any intelligent reader will have no-doubt acertained: I'm doing the self-fulfilling prophecies again. I need to shut the fuck up and put my shit out. I am. Looking for the best deal on cd duplication. I want my shit on wax but have no idea how. I think maybe, I need to contact Hefty again. That seemed like an in. John has experience releasing all that shit, wax, cd's, itunes, but it seemed like he wasn't really feeling my tunes. That was mildly heartbreaking. I mean, after following their progress for years, I thought I was in synch with their general thrust of innovative electronic/organic directions. *sigh*
My shit is dope. I know that. It's not fully realized though... my achilles heal: half-assedness. Oh well, let me go break my frustration on the wooden tiles of community Hiphopism.
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