i'm sorry it has been so long, but i have been concentrating solely on my music for however long it's been since i've written last. my old IDM band and i decided that intelligence was too sincere = de clase. plus we had no talent. so we made the obvious move to go electro, but the assymetric hair was giving my neck a kink. that and everywhere we went, it looked like we were in an ill-advised ikea funhouse. enough with the bias-cut stripes already. please. vivienne westwood is 130 years old. so we decided to go post-punk. until someone in the midwest thought we were the rapture. like i would work at plant bar. finally, i decided to drop the dead weight. i decided that the only person who would truly understand my suicide meets the left banke meets gang of four's politically apathetic twin cousin meets early momus with a side of tom ze and less sucky pere ubu over an electric light orchestra matrix and gil scott heron except non-preachy vocals over some tight ODB-era neptunes/swv-era timbaland/lcd-era dfa production was myself. so i ventured off on my own, knowing that if those fuckheads from WIT could get on the cover of the fader, i'd be nme's next big thing before my jordans hit the deck.
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