I begin work on an album way before I begin working on an album.
After about 2-3 months of frugal spendin’, creative blocks and an internal dialogue of voices doubting my genius, I’m finally able to muster enough inspiration to work on a new album and get back to contributing to the human race again. During them days I forget to comb my hair and I forget to wear clothes fashionable enough to go out in after I go to those heavily branded 7 – 11 PM LA events with mediocre art on the walls serving some new beverage packaged in some industrial shipping item where the birds sing hooks to trap songs after they’ve had enough free vodka sodas. Find me at them functions forcing convo with someone that’s complimenting me on a video I dropped 4 years ago and by now I dread was even released. By the time these days of missing muses ends, my workspace smells like Reno and the arguments with my girlfriend are instigated by the slightest bit of innocent sarcasm or awkward silence.
ME: Wanna get food?
HER: Yeah, in a little bit.
ME: What’s wrong?!?
Rap music rarely soundtracks these periods of time and I’m sure there’s some sort of twisted irony in that (please contact firstname.lastname@example.org with explanation). It is instead replaced by the acoustics of an empty apartment while all my roommates are making money at their job. And there I sit, in a 10×15 home studio on the edge of an MS13 barrio that constantly mistakes me for being a kid that bangs, waking up at noon trying to recollect what the fuck it means to push the envelope.
This is my limbo.
It’s a purgatory! It’s a dark comedy! It’s a sick joke! It’s an incomparable fear that moments have passed without meaning! But most importantly, it’s what these assholes won’t tell you aspiring creatives about !!! / ??? / !!! / ???
*insert your epiphany here*
Before I know it, the album has been written, recorded, mixed and mastered (DIY). The art direction begins and visual stimuli gets created. The email chains with strategies attached begin filling my inbox and all of a sudden being a rap mogul seems highly possible. I have again become the voice of the hardworking, under appreciated geniuses of the world! I am documentary worthy! I can bring traffic to your website! I am Alexander Spit, son of good California living!
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