Obscurity is the soul's highest level of fame. It's all down hill from there. Obscurity makes an excellent work space. It's where it seems I write my blog, and it's better that way, to be your own audience. It's where I've left my music. It's the head of the heart's virginity. Native Americans said you lose bits of soul when you let yourself in photographs. Is a recorded song equal to this? More than a few have chopped off the most artistic of their own fingers by wallowing in the mud of celebrity. "...just sign here in blood..." We all live with our choices.
Anyway, more importantly, nobody ever told me how I "should have done it" in my little rooms with a guitar and a lone microphone. Few have ever heard what I've recorded. I can make it as good or as awful as I want. I have over 300 songs. I have put little to no effort into getting "discovered." Feels like I want credit for that somehow...but that would be a paradox I guess. Credit for having no credit? Or better off dead and loved like Chatterton eh? Loved or not still dead, so no matter.
I tried to start a few bands a few times but found the technical side of writing and compromise between members too mechanical and the fun got sucked out through small sucking holes. It can be fun though, playing well with others. Need to find the mutual playground though.
So I posted three songs on myspace.com/crowdminusone. I have used this nom de lute since 2000 when I realized that Smog was one guy, and I thought that was cool, to use another name, like a band, instead of your own, so I thought CM1 was a good name for my one man band.
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