it is for myself.
this is my ventilation.
this is preventing my timebomb from exploding.
if there are any "songs" on this cd that IS directed towards the audience, its the ones that you cannot dance to, you cannot sing to, you cannot stand to listen to. fuck you.
this is a reflection of my life. chaotic, pissed off, disorienting, off beat, out of key, and straight for your fucking throat. i hate 99% of ALL people. i really hope i blow your fucking speakers.
this shit is dedicated to those bitches and motherfuckers who constantly piss me off, belittle me, judge me, and turn their nose up at me. to the bitches who fucked me, said it fucking awesome sex, but im not good enough to consider dating. to the "real musicians" who say that there is no musical value in the tracks i make. to the bitches who love my shit, but wont suck me off. the countless fake ass people online, who dont listen to my stuff, just want a larger friend count on myspace.
to the indianapolis music . net bulletin boards and the elitist fucking punk rocking pricks who manage to make sure indianapolis stays the culturally void place it will always be. the teachers who beat me with paddles 10 years of my life. the jocks and barbie doll whores who fucked with me thru high school. fuck you fuck you fuck you
i fucking hate you all.
WHAT THE FUCK IS BREAKCORE? im not sticking to one genre, or classifying myself. this is a restriction on my creativity. if i feel like playing static, i will. maybe i dont want to stick myself in the mold so many other "breakcore" producers have. too many people in the genre sound alike now days, and there isnt much distinction. i have yet to find out why so many people enjoy the crap i make, but maybe it is for that reason... i have no guidelines, i do not go out of my way to impress others, i have my own thing going, and my sound is distinct. i do not "paint by numbers" and i "color outside the lines" but on the other hand, have i made a mold for myself, too many people expect a certain sound out of me, and if i stray too far off track, will people stop listening, or will they be waiting to see what i do next?
this is my pain, my frustration, my middle fucking finger shoved in your mother fucking face.
fuck you. fuck you. fuck you.
those id like to personally thank:
dr_butcher_m.d., bobby vomit, unszene, stAllio!, murkbox, humdrum, el muerto zoke, dr00, tmi/tmo, halluciphile, traits, realicide, cuntworm, jesse from lazyass, nizos, stan, skitzo, dilerious shakez, gerald r stokes, adept, sir.vixx, sociopath records, catch23 records, sweatshop clothing, kris arnold, pugsley, the virtual scavengers project, the people who crack/share music production progs, bad fucking taste, anton szandor lavey, max hardcore, tim leary, goatse, etc.
this is only the beginning.