While listeners receive the refined, soothing end product, the artist is stuck in a cycle of constantly digging up their own ghosts. Exposure to their own trauma becomes their full-time job
The events of the last two days have left indelible scars in my heart.
I have always just wanted to create good music and to provide for my family and myself through my music. As an Artiste from the street, I thought the Marlian Family would be a good place for me.
I'm increasingly convinced that the willingness to change your mind is the ultimate sign of intelligence. The most impressive people I know change their minds often in response to new information. It's like a software update. The goal isn't to be right. It's to find the truth.
It is exhausting to listen to an endless loop of finger-pointing, victim mindsets, and superficial bravado.
When every track glorifies unaccountability or recycled tropes about violence and fake lifestyles, music stops feeling like art and starts feeling like a product designed