I am going to write another post about how much I love making music, how great it feels, and how it’s taking me away from this blog… but honestly I just put that sentence there to get my fingers moving on this keyboard, now that they are let me see what comes out.
I’ll tell you something that anyone who has been reading this blog should find quite obvious: I’m crazy. Now I have a YouTube, 3 Instagram accounts, Snapchat, Facebook, Twitter, 2 SoundClouds, and probably some other things that I can’t even remember. My mind moves quickly and I need places to put it all. it’s all connected on a link. tree, which I will link at the bottom of this article.
I’m in love with expressing myself, I don’t think I could stop if wanted to. I wake up, drink really strong black coffee, and get at expressing myself by making music, nostalgic video game stuff, writing, making little videos, or just singing some 90’s alt-rock song into my cell phone camera. once I’ve generated whatever odd content I’ve made that morning, iIwhore it out on every conceivable internet platform I can fit onto a smartphone. ever since I got my head (a little more) together in august, I feel like I’m in some kind of creative renaissance, and technology makes it very easy to be creative all the time. It’s so easy I feel like I’m cheating, I guess that’s some kind of imposter syndrome. I love this shit, though, and these days I’m more willing to risk looking foolish to express myself. If I hadn’t landed on a medium last summer I would have never arrived at this ridiculous willingness to be myself all over the place.
too bad it doesnt fucking pay… whatever, who cares? The release is worth it anyway. I tried to get Haribo gummy product placement endorsements, but they wouldn’t go for it, although I did get Sour Power Straws to send me free candy for placing their product in my old Instagram account (RIP 2014–2020). Hey Adidas: now that Kanye is out, isn’t it time for a new bipolar poster child? Ev.penk7@gmail.com, get at me.
No, I swear I’m going to get a day job some day, fuck. I’m under no delusion that creativity pays in of cases. thats why theyre called starving artists. I’ll go punch a clock to keep the lights on so i can see myself while i make weird internet shit.
being that i abhorrently require external validation, ill leave you with this fun fact: someone is getting eyes on this shit. I started shooting IG reels last winter, its a pretty nice little video editing suite that would've only worked on a 3000$ mac 15 years ago, and now it’s inside of an app that isnt even specifically for video editing. anyway, i started reposting them to my facebook and something really weird happened: in the last 28 days they were played 13,000 times. excuse me while i trip over my inflated ego. that’s a lot! i think attractive influencers probably would find that laughably low, but i feel good about it because they are very much an expression of my inner thoughts.
maybe I'm being a tool with this little victory lap, i hope you can tell that my tounge is firmly in cheek. I'm just a weirdo who likes attention on the shit I make. link in fucking bio, kid.
