record salez

question: who needz more money. the rich people making the album, or the poor people buying the album.

you're gonna get your fan'z money anyway, but you're only gonna get however much money they have, which izn't much. they can either buy your album, or see your concert, they can't do both. if you want to attract more fanz, put your muzik out there for free, so they can hear it and decide if they like you, and the more free fanz you get, the more people you have coming to your concerts, and have more concerts in more citiez, and smaller citiez. there'z more wayz to get fanz and money besidez record salez. but it shouldn't be about the money. it should be about touching people'z livez with your muzik. if you just want money, then sell each cd for a hundred dollarz. if you want fanz, then give your muzik away. becauze some of them will get it for free anyway. doezn't matter if it's p2p sharing, or if they get a copy of your cd from their brother, friend, or neighbor. so stop being greedy, like the people you sing against, stop thinking about yourself, and start thinking of the fanz. you made your first album with little money, i'm sure it's not that hard to make more albumz with the same budget. it doezn't matter how much money you make, it matterz that you're working hard to put quality muzik out there for the people who need it.

daddy'z little girl

you know, i guess it's no suprize that my children were stolen from me. i've seen so much pain in my life, i'm uzed to it, i expect it, so why should it suprize me that they were taken. my 3yez have seen pain and joy, hatred and pride, creativity and destruction, peace and war, life and death, ultimate intelligence, and ultimate ignorance, i've done acid, i've seen the light, and when my baeutiphul daughter waz born, everything i knew in my life changed forever, and the world i knew with so much pain, got a little brighter, and i realized that all the pain and destruction in the world can be countered by a woken mind.

worldly

a cloudy, drizzly morning in amsterdam
the scent of rayne and pot finding my noze
the crisp, fresh, lucid new day beginning
bæutiphul naked neighbor in her backyard
and i'm remembering the dream i just had
and changing the colourz of my desktop
to a foggy scene, somewhere in england
living in a world of abraxis and my gemma
with this little poem below my second moon
i look forward to starting a day like this soon
becauze when this happenz, i'll know i'm home