Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
We all have bad days, but one thing is true; no cloud is so dark that the sun can’t shine through.
I’m not damning all dance music. I love a lot of it. You can’t fake the fun I’ve had on stage. Dance music is fun, but limiting as hell when it comes to expression. The music I’m writing is not commercial. I’d make way more money making bigroom edm and playing clubs… these dudes are paying people to write carbon copies of other shit songs, and then [the] music video is a fucking commercial. It’s absolute indefensible garbage and I don’t fuck with it even a tiny bit and neither should anyone who cares about art. If I kept making edm I’d be selling out by being insincere. What is the problem?
When you love someone, you don’t give up. Ever.
I give up.