I have tried to make my artistic expression come across as overtly emotional but devil-may-care if not happy-go-lucky. During the last three years, I have tried to make my music and its related promotional material appear to be a dream of mine. A fanciful ambition. My neurosis has allowed for cracks in the façade, revealing inconsistencies. The reality of the situation is that my interest in the arts has almost always been exclusively coupled to my need for self therapy. It's not fun. An end result can be entertaining, often in a beguiling way, but the process is vital to my well-being.
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