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This is just a snippet, a draft, a screenshot of a frame of what I am working on. Yeeeeaaah I should shake my bump on that juicy beat while in a UGG's PR event showing off their 'new sound system' x new pair of sandals, but hey I got inspired by the workshop I attended on being (finally) another struggling no-label artist/DJ and this CREATIVE FORCE came over me...inside of me, within my limbs. To Promote My Own Thing. Here.
A Pre-Party Only 4 U (Perfectly Imperfect Crew).
May 16, 2025
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dancing, it's where i found my soul
bare soles taught me to bare my soul
hardwood floors,
bouncy, scuffed, sticky floors,
fields, pavements, walkways and isles,
dancing is my souls style.
swift and free,
glide, slide, rules must never be applied,
dance with me!
feel the groove,
see what happens when suave and grace are combined,
dancefloors i peruse,
no awareness of anything that disapproves.
on dark days,
my soul cries and wants to make waves,
turning me like tides and sending me round in strides,
my soul finds itself needing to return to the motion of earth,
blessing or a curse,
missing out on the beat is something i find much worse.
one thing must be known,
i do this for myself,
just my soul on its own,
and if you could,
don't ask if im any good,
you won't get a blank shrug,
or a thank you hug,
instead you may just get a fist to the mug.
rejuvenation in the raves,
peace in the positions,
ecstacy in extensions,
wonder in being wild.
ive loved it ever since a child,
i hope my souls dancing fever never grows mild.
from the dancefloor i hope im never exiled.
Apr 27, 2024
My shoulders flick, my arm twitches, foot taps, now my leg is moving, both legs in fact—and my whole body is following suit—swinging and swaying, headphones are in or the speaker is blaring, John on vocals—“wait, oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. Postman”—George on lead guitar, Paul backing and laying down heavy bass lines, Ringo slashing at the drum: “Mr. Postman, look and see, see if there’s a letter there for me”—and now I’m in full dance, leaning and hopping, doing the lawnmower, the ice skater, the hot coals, inventing new moves, absolutely owning the moment, slaughtering the moment, absolutely beating it to death, there’s never been another dance moment like this—“you gotta wait a minute, oh yeah, wait a minute, oh yeah”—and then it’s over and I’m done and I’m moving on, as if nothing happened, no one knows, but I know and it did happen, it definitely happened, a joyful moment, a moveable feast: every second a gift.
Dec 20, 2024
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find me daNcing in my room. alonE. nO one to watch me. find me moving to musiC hoW it feels right to me. find me juMping up and down. find me moving sustAined. find me in betwEen.
but you won't find me - for once the eYes of others fall upon me,
my mind drIfts and the movement I once made so freely
vanishes into the aiR. perhaps I need to dance alone in a crowded place
we shall sEe.
Feb 22, 2025
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Just navigating for a moment my home/feed/timeline and I realized.... everything smeels like MySpace. Exciting fresh summer fruit air.
Was too young to even comprehend what was going on during the beginning of early 2000s (like most of u) and the only time I felt 'k00l' enough was when a random day on 2008 I signed up for Facebook, Youtube and Twitter. None of them were interesting enough to do much, except for posting pics/videos and write nonsense status about what was up in your baby-head.
At that point Myspace was long gone, buried in the silent internet black hole where you would just find all your """deleted""" embarassing moments and some uncrypted FBI cold cases files.
Now, in this post- T u m b l r and edulcorated saturation of Instagram & TikTok and commersalisation of 'being visually communicative', where can we find... our tribe, our forum, our sense of community 4real 4real > > > > this seems 2 b the place, or at leat A place to start. Just reading through all the recs I can see how everything reaches like-minded art-makers and tasters, without being too 'scene-keepers'.
This sounds like a homage, another type of ode, but it is coming from the depth of my heart, still seeking meaning between those digital coded lines, you know?!
Hopefully I am not wrong and I can meet up with many of you somewhere - NYC, LDN, anywhere our brainy music-geeks soul will bring us <3333
Feels like this is the beginning of a new chapter of my online presence, a post-adolescence virtual rebirth.
6d ago
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It's simple as riding a bike (after first failed attempts), but you got to do it regularly, if you stop you might fall easy in that obnoxious spiral of guilt where you feel like .... you don't fit in, you just don't belong - that's not right. You don't know that for sure. You got to keep trying to go that film nite, that local bands roaster gig, that DIY grassroots-boost event, that book club, that poetry open mic, that comedy show, that open call set (??) - I mean just go with the flow until your social battery runs low and you got to U-turn to your 'bat cave'. Your presence can change somebody's vibes when you walk in and give it a chance. In LDN is extremely challenging, NYC I guess is quite chill and buzzy at the same time, but hey, yolo at the end.
6d ago
There's nothing more vital than a song which transports you immediately to a place in time that did not even exist but you feel nostalgic about. That dream of youth,
of living everyday like a summer nite -
with your friends just hanging around
feeling the breeze down your spine
or f*ck it even on your own,
roller skating in an empty driveway.
All your past mistakes or bad decisions that led where you are right now seems vanished while you just swinging on the notes of his singing sadly, smoothly, sweetly words like: 'Tell me, whats wrong?'
5d ago