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I recently came across a TikTok discussing the redundancy of situationships.
That romantic society misunderstood relationships as sexual in nature, rather than an opportunity for creation.
We can misread creative compatibility as attraction.
Some people are meant to come together to inspire, to create a body of work. I don't believe this concept is new. It feels like the true definition to a muse. Developing an almost amorous obsession in place of inspiration.
I wish for this concept to free me.
I've struggled conceptualising an audience without just seeing 5-6 faces of fans I've met. (I love these people so much). When marketing for other artists I have no problem building a hypothetic audience for them to write to.
I've mostly chalked it up to hubris - believing myself to be "too complex" beyond a stereotype required to advertise myself. Aware I'm an unreliable narrator. I've spent too much time with Bria to understand how Stocker is perceived.
But that's never explained my songwriting. In pop the biggest rule is to make the chorus universal. Attempting to recount personal experiences accurately. I'm terrible at musical show and tell. I feel more relatable in the detail. I'm way too wordy. I resent Angel's inability to address its protagonists with consistent pronouns. I resent Angel's chorus. I was trying to explain and justify.
Looking back I should've just come out with it. "I fucked your friend because you suck!"
Would've been much less of a mouthful. <- [Fuck, that would've made a great lyric.]
I've decided the Stocker project isn't for the masses. It's not what I know.
Not to get too into it but I don't know why I pursue music, or why I love to write. For now I'm going to attempt this TikTok theory.
I'm embracing addressing my muses directly. Singing what I couldn't say. Creating art that is open to interpretation by everyone, but truely understood by one.
Reserved for someone with such specific media literacy. Referential to a library written by myself and them. An ARG solvable only by their memories. Unattainable keys to something unlockable.
I want to create an experience akin to how I've felt stalking ex lover's spotify's, instagrams and song lyrics. How I attempted to decode how they were feeling. Experience reading into every look, and text message. How you held a little less tight each time I'd go.
I'm embarrassed of it's comparability to a digital Saw trap. I feel like a horror movie personified.
Lip Locked EP is my personalised experimental escape room. An invite-only spectacle. Televised. Solvable.
Sending my regards and regrets,
Stocker.
