Language Warning for the sensitive types.
Made this track about the intelligence agencies monitoring our every post etc. I’ve decided that trying to hide is a waste of time and comes from fear and is a weird admission that you have done something wrong by having an opinion. Tonika from Visceral Adventure reached out and said she would like to make a video and I could not be happier. She really ‘got’ the lyrics and dug deep enough to find out about the Mutton Crew and is all over the rest. Legend.
Oh, and I did the bad filming of my head with my phone, on a tree branch, in portrait mode - not Tonika, so the only crap bit is mine - the entire music production from bass to keys and drums etc I take ownership of, including the piano stab (out of tune) which is my wife’s school piano that I really should get tuned soon…
Now, for the purists here on Substack. Yes I know it’s a writing platform. We musicians are infiltrating out of necessity. The last thing I want to see is what happened to Instagram where it started of for photographers and now it’s clown world. Substack is one of the very last places that has free speech encoded (for now - looking at you - Stripe payments).
Needs must, I’m afraid.
I’m gunna attach the youtube link for sharing options but Substack is where people cross pollinate ideas, share data and go for broke down the bunny hole in ways far more legit than 4Chan - which is a hidey-hole not a town square IMO (I wouldn’t know though as I haven’t gone there). Anyway, as David Holmgren says in his permaculture principles - Edge is where the action is - mangroves, estuaries, forest edge etc. I’m a gunna stay an edgy bastard and plonk this here so there. Share the Youtube if you can be asked or I’ll never gig again in my life with these lyrics.
Love to all and may peace be with you.
Nice to be on a watchlist with you, sir! 🫡
Excellent! Love it!