I am a window. I am fragile, transparent, and I protect you from the rain, whilst getting rained on myself.
You should have believed me. You should have believed me when I said never again. But as usual, you weren’t paying attention, or were far too willing to call my bluff. I didn’t realize it was a bluff until now. But now it’s real.
The sound of your voice was once wind chimes to my psychology. Now it’s a death knell. You best shut the fuck up now. I’ve stopped listening, deeming you powerless in your blight of humanity.
Your voice will never drive me wild again.
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Next step is repairing. A radical change in environment. A lifestyle change. All the chess pieces are in place. This is a game I can’t lose. And shut the fuck up Smiley, I know you constantly humiliated me at chess. I’m speaking in metaphor.
It has become abundantly clear this album of mine has to be made more than ever. I know in my heart it will help people. It will remove the blinders. It will provide shelter. I finally manned up and got a track listing down in stone. It’s hard to say it’s my best work when I have such a goldmine of material. But it’s pretty damn good. It will be done with a full band, including members of Canadian Indie heavyweights, Trole.
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I am afraid I won’t be seeing many of you ever again. But I love you all.