Great show, a lot of energy. Sometimes the stage feels like a space station and my good will shoots out like a broadcast to every heart in the arena. It’s up to me to direct it. Sometimes it hits their heart, sometimes I aim for the genitals. Wooo is me.
What an atmosphere. Sometimes the zone I’m in feels so comfortably alien. To feel that energy when the notes are cascading out, it’s so hard to hold on to any humility – those demons devour and you don’t even realize it. The mind is such a poison and the soul is such a nectar. I feel like my notes are little bullets of creamy universe soup.