On Neural Networks and Net Neutrality
Because I don’t have much traffic, I feel completely devoid of the need to censor myself. There is no pressure! I’m sure anonymity is always looked back upon fondly, but deplorable while experienced... because algorithm. I just want to speak for a bit on my struggles in the art game... or lack thereof, because I am completely on the outskirts of any scene and used to being ostracized as “that girl”... but If I may be so blunt as to say that some of the bigger names in the bay area bass scene profess to make a living off their creative pursuits when in fact they are hustling, trimming, laundering money, and human trafficking their friends. I’m not gonna call anyone out by theur name or put their business in the streets, but they know who they are and what they do. No shame in the trap game, just don’ be fake, that’s all. I’m not a snitch either. It was only after I got sober when I realized just how fucked everything was. It’s called a trap because you can’t get out. My struggle now is trying to find balance between being legit, paying the bills, and still finding the time and resources to pull off all the endeavors that I was put on this earth to do. I’m not great with money, needless to say, and I hate the term starving artist. I know the whole first world guilt trip so don’t even get me started. Yes, as far as things go, I’m fortunate and should survive the next Trump induced dust bowl, but I still sometimes get so lost in the work or trying to get out and hustle that I can’t even sleep or fucking feed myself... like I can’t adult or something! I guess it’s the common dilemma of the artist, not saying I’m special, just venting on this platform to give a voice to the issue. Sometimes one just has to let go, pray, be humble, and give thanks. I’m on my Kendrick Lamar str8 up! Bless up!
