The Mess: 4.26.22

Well we live and we learn

And we try to not repeat our past mistakes

It is why we study history

To know how we got here,

And to try and avoid it moving forward.

I am releasing two songs

Thursday April 28, 20022.

They are called

Suburbia

and Start a Fire.

Both are about life in the suburbs.

Yes Arcade Fire did it really well,

But mine is much angrier.

If there album is a grand opera,

Mine is a fireworks display,

Much shorter, less impressive,

But damn is it loud.

What did I learn though?

Well I learned that 2 songs are considered

An "album."

Albums cost more money to put on

Streaming platforms like Spotify.

3 times as much money

To release 2 times as many songs.

Not worth it.

I am getting ripped off,

But I blame my brain,

To link these two songs together,

With nothing else to go with them.

But they are siblings,

And siblings get lumped together.

I should know.

Well one thing is for sure,

The next time I release an "album"

It damn sure is going to have more than 2 songs.

It just has to,

Otherwise I am giving them money for nothing.

Now let's discuss the artwork

Included at the top of this post

And will accompany the songs.

Its a big pink flame

An Inferno,

A raging fire

Because the songs are filled with piss and vinegar

Gasoline to fuel the fires.

It's pink, cause I like pink

It looks great with black

And that shade of pink is my custom blend of color.

I do not even know the proportions of

Red, blue, and green anymore.

Those flames are on a map of my hometown.

Yep. No lies.

I think there is a time and place for subtlety

But this is not one of them.

There is nothing subtle about these songs,

Or my art work.

I don't claim to be subtle

Or that I aspire to high art.

I just want to connect with people.

I want to share what is

In my head and in my heart and find people

Who have the same thing in there's.

The "this town" is a pop punk cliche,

But for good reason,

Many people are fucking miserable

And they feel alienated in their hometowns.

They don't fit in with the jocks,

The popular people,

The beautiful ones only want you for your stuff.

They take it and toss you aside.

I lent a beautiful girl who I called friend a CD

(It's like a record but digital, but still physical too,

people used to buy a ton them).

She took it, kept it, and I have never heard from her since.

I want my CD back.

It is the last blink-182 record that Tom participated in.

That band is not the same without him,

Truly a shadow of their former selves.

But that is a topic for another day.

What was I talking about?

Did it matter?

I do not know,

Smarter minds than mine will have to answer that one.

But that matter to me.

And I am the one who matters here,

I am writing this,

I wrote those songs,

I recorded them.

That is mine, and they matter.

Those words feel amazingly cathartic to say out loud,

Like letting out the most primal of screams

Without any judgement.

You are in a safe space.

Let it out,

Let it go.

And please listen to these songs,

Share them, if you like them.

They will be out everywhere in two days.