For the past 2 years I’ve ushered in Virgo Szn (the only “szn” that counts) with an album release party. Some of ya’ll have attended. And all of ya’ll who have attended know that I throw a good party. I’ve been writing, yes, and I have enough material to release two albums if I wanted to, but that’s beside the point (as if I’m going to actually drop the music anyway). The album release parties of years past served two purposes. Admittedly, one of those purposes was to stroke my own ego--to prove to myself (and others) that I can organize these types of events, perhaps even to showcase my deep network and competency within the creative space. More importantly, the other purpose was to connect people by avenue (or the excuse) of my music. You wouldn’t imagine how many “mini-reunions” occur at these events, but I suppose that’s a normal byproduct of having a large circle of acquaintances and very few close friends. Ambivalence to the levels and definition of “friendship” is a byproduct of social nomadism, but again, I digress. The first album release party was called Ambivert, after all. aHa ha..
I’m currently sitting on 527 gigs of projects I’ve decided to vault. In case you were wondering, my practice of “vaulting” a song is the act of purposely withholding the song from the general public. I sometimes tease its existence through various social media platforms in the form of lyric lipsyncing videos that I’m sure everyone has grown tired of (I know, I wouldn’t follow me either) or other more subliminal ways such as playing the instrumental softly in the background of an unassuming piece of content, usually set at common places like coffee shops, parks, etc. Admittedly I have a proclivity to add subtext to anything I make public, including the piece of content you’re reading right now. Very headass, much “meta,” indeed. Since the beginning of social media, and I really mean myspace and tumblr days, the duplicitous fashion I tend to utilize these platforms has had clear, albeit suspect, intentions, but as time went by, it became organic, thoughtless, and of second nature. So take anything I say here with a grain of salt. Or not. Why would I expose myself like this?