Anyways, what’s so bad about 4th grade? 9th grade was the last grade I actually completed. I remember a lot of things I learned in 4th grade. My elementary school was on Versailles Drive, and the teachers taught us to pronounce it “Vur-Sales.” They also taught us that 'Monte Sano Mountain' was named by an Injun hoo said, "Monte, say no," and Robert E. Lee wun a hero war n planted a cottin jen dat freed all the neegros but now jooos cuntrole thu medea.
Gambling
Playing piano in two sloppy, drunken blues bands with two weekly gigs on Frenchman was enough to afford a little FEMA trailer in the dusty West Bank of New Orleans next to a huge casino.
It looked as though neither RIDE nor Lullaby would be picked up and the publishers weren’t doing anything. Genius, my ass. They were lousy. The music industry was the most corrupted and broken of all baskets.
Universal Art
Creator mustn't manipulate creation to fit the void the world has left for art, but must invite people into one’s own world. Whether one's world has any gravity falls short of tabula rasa. Upon graduating into incarnation, whether one's world ever fits into the cosmos is a matter of pomp and circumstance. Where corporate splendor rules the universe and the only role for art is bread and circuses, perhaps money and marketing are the only ingredients for a functioning solar system.