So it’s come to this
Another breakdown to stir in the mix
Another black-listed turn of events
Purging of friends
Burning the bridges to all these dead ends
It’s come to this
A mental crisis to add to the myth
This community hates I exist
Sit down and quit
Nobody asked for your superstar look-at-me shtick
And so I grow further apart from home
Crumbling castle walls, depose the throne
Blow out the candle flame
As they erase my name
Render my spirit tame
God isn’t in this game
It’s all been done
Another artist with self importance
Another auction of zeros and ones
Fierce with the tongue
Piercing the ear drums, may I please have your attention?
For what?
I’ve been owed nothing by you or God
All my good deeds are obscured by rot
Like it or not, I’ve been a good man
And all your envy has gotten you squat
And so I grow further apart from home
Yesterday’s dead and gone, here’s the unknown
Blow out the candle flame
As they erase my name
Render my spirit tame
God isn’t in this game
It’s been rehearsed
A metaphorical corpse in a hearse
A metamorphose turned into a curse
For better or worse
I’ve kept my therapy varied in verse chorus verse
A shame
So many artists so little refrains
Another minimal effort to date
You have your cake
I’ll have my wreckage on public display
Blow out the candle flame
As they erase my name
Render my spirit tame
God isn’t in this game
We may be born to rot
And if we are, so what
You’ve given all you’ve got
And it was all for naught
Now blow out the candle flames
As they erase my name
Render my spirit tame
God isn’t in this game
Oh Calliope
Where have you roamed?
The artist market’s closing down, so take your canvas home
Oh the innocence is moot
Oh no recompense is due
We hope you have enjoyed yourself as the boot bids you adieu
If ever we fall, may we recall
Some are there to lift you up, and some to kick you down
Oh Calliope
What have you done?
The chorus line that sang your hymns is biting their tongue
Oh Calliope
Where have you roamed?
The artist market’s closing down, so take your canvas home
Oh the wickedness of youth
All the wretchedness you do
Will turn around and pull you down from your pastel parachute
If ever we fall, may we recall
Some are there to lift you up, and some to kick you down
Outstanding performance, I must say
You’ve really out-done yourself today
When all these thots come ‘round to prey
Somebody is waitin’ for you
Congratulations I must say
Me and my friends, we’re all amazed
When all these villains give you praise
Somebody is waitin’ for you
…waitin’ for you…waitin’ for you…
If ever we fall, may we recall
Some are there to lift you up, and some to kick you down
Oh Calliope, we fall
Recall: some are there to lift you up, and some to kick you down
Rumbling from under the quietus thunders to steal your breath from you
Inconsequential, all actions essentially meaningless to do
Choices were squandered, eternally wander this place ‘til death comes through
God I’m no virgin to inverted urges to be removed
Love me awake
Lift me to rise
Rather than I die, help me realize why I am alive
Love me awake
Searching for purpose with venomous persons has dragged me down and through
Cursed intentions dispersed like a weapon to make me out a fool
Voices and demons are equally screaming to yank me out this zoo
God I’m no hero but they matter zero, it’s me and you
Love me awake
Lift me to rise
Rather than I die, help me realize why I am alive
Love me awake
Crown me a champion
Sweet little victory
You are the only one who can banish me
Crown me a champion
Master my misery
Don’t need an audience, only you and me
Love me awake
One bright & blessed morning
Outside the rain stopped pouring
Dangling her feet out from the window of her seventh story
Twirling her hair so softly
Sips her psilocybin coffee
Down in the streets she sees the fools indoctrinating zombies
She feels the windy weather
Rustling throughout her feathers
Drunk on the breeze she dreams whereas she was asleep forever
Friends all called her crazy when she said the earth was flat
Then they called insane when she quoted up the math
Light a candle for a caged bird so it only sees the flame, not the cage
Light a candle for a caged bird so your thoughts and prayers remain
You’re a saint
God be praised
While you shake your ass like a tambourine,
You laugh and jest
But it’s the baphomets who get the last word on the page
Precious time will pass like bubbles popping in the bath
All the masses dressed in black twist assumptions into fact
So, live like a caged bird if you must
Live like a caged bird if you must
Live like the doors are rusted shut
But to be alive and to feel alive are not synonymous
She said live like a caged a bird if you must
Live like a caged bird if you must
Live like the cage is all that was
But I am free and alive for once
Bookshelves filled like professor
Wisdom stitched up in leather
Got what it takes to make a foolish person something clever
Shook up from docs & novels like little bookends of ships in bottles
She had a few contrary views and lost all her apostles
She don’t believe in Jesus
But she is not atheist
Infinite consciousness and all this energy between us
Aliens, reptilians, and Saturn reverence
You’re too far down the rabbit hole; go home, and have a rest
The talking heads confirm what is genuine
Regurgitated corporate opinions
Swap some data for a common postulation
Cleared to condemn and without investigation
Oh, may we fly away
Oh, may we fly away
The sun is bright, rise and shine
The sun is bright, rise and shine
I’ve never read much myself
Tho the words that scattered pages gave my mind a sense of wealth
I’ve dealt with the burden of knowledge in itself
Castigated by the enemies I once adored and upheld
There’s a pain in earning wisdom, with every truth that I’ve felt
The pain of being wrong, or being lied to by someone else,
Or being edified by someone we despise who wished us well,
Or acknowledging that honestly the villain is ourselves
See my cage has been the truth
And tho I’m reluctant to admit it
If I cannot forgive myself then I can never be forgiven
I swore to God when I was young, I’d write a record for the ages
A covenant: my debt to all that is sacred
So if this is that record, then let the record show
I’m my favorite and least favorite person I know
But we are not our faults nor our lack of mental health
We are eternal energy experiencing itself
I want you to flourish in this never ending spiral
Stronger each time life questions your survival
To find God in the universe and your inner space
And breathe life into every piece of art that you make
It’s only through our failures that we learn how to win
Only once we hit the bottom do we truly transcend
You are bigger than any cage you find yourself in
So spread your wings, and take to the wind
Live like a caged a bird if you must
Live like a caged bird if you must
Live like the cage is all that was
But I am free and alive for once
Pillow talk for the toxic
Have a glass of gasoline
Wipe your ass with the photographs of actresses in limousines
Absentee messiah sayonara to the seas
While the Californian cannibals are coming for your Cadillacs and carbon credit economics cap ‘em at the knees
Baptize our heads in the fire
Quenches no appetite
Feed ‘em some more
Watch ‘em engorge
Dead on the floor
Oh, let’s give a roar for all the arsonists tonight
Only you contain the visions made deep inside of your mind
Oil and fumes and flames may light the way but will not be thy guide
Buckle up all of this is just a ride
Take me and go
Where they don’t know
You’re in control
Get me alone
Nowhere too close
Not going home
You’re in control
Take me and go
Baptize our heads in the fire
Quenches no appetite
Feed ‘em some more
Watch ‘em engorge
Dead on the floor
Oh, let’s give a roar for all you sycophants tonight
Reckoning for the wretched
Let the rabid rats run free
Split a bag with scallywags and soothe the wounds of beauty queens
Bustling with combustion is a function of our scene
All the kamikaze concubines with candy-coated chemicals are coming up with pornographic marketing schemes
Only you contain the visions made deep inside of your mind
Oil and fumes and flames may light the way but will not be thy guide
Buckle up all of this is just a ride
Take me and go
Where they don’t know
You’re in control
Get me alone
Nowhere too close
Not going home
You’re in control
Take me and go
Dousing the coals
Rise up as smoke
Where will we float?
Skyward we hope
You’re in control
Get me alone
Take me and go
I wake up every morning with a cynical need to survive
Stumble to bathroom, where I have a shit & come to terms I’m alive
Then I break like a bandit on a bee line smoke a bone outside
Humbled by the sun as it shines and the birdies chompin’ beetles & flies
Then I drive to corner store to caffeinate my veins and my mind
Hurdle past the candy and fries, flirt a little with the granny ‘hind the counter
Surprise! Some stranger cracks a heel and crashes into my side
Purple sash and chocolate eyes, start to stutter, stammer, keep it cool, together
I might be high, like that’s a big surprise
But I can’t find the words to rhyme to show you thru my eyes
That in all my life auras never shined so bright
You’re a goddamn gorgeous fucked up mess and I want you by my side
Then I wake up hammered from the pageant of the evening before
Crawl across the bathroom floor, hug the toilet for just 10 minutes more
Said I might have a problem and it’s bothering me down to the core
All in all it’s hard to ignore, all it does is satiate the boredom
All right, I begrudgingly admit that I am too old to whine
Bourbon, beer, brandy, and wine only seem to just exacerbate decline
And it’s fine, if you’d rather have a fly-by-night, party girl life
She slapped me in the face and said “I like you better, we can quit it all together,”
I might be high, like that’s a big surprise
But I can’t find the words to rhyme to show you thru my eyes
That in all my life auras never shined so bright
You’re a goddamn gorgeous fucked up mess and I want you by my side
All the vacant faces when you wake up won’t be there
Celebration morning, noon, and night
They can say we’re basic but to you none do compare
You’re an unequivocal, furthest thing from typical animal
Miracle of my life
Yo I might be high, like that’s a big surprise
But I can’t find the words to rhyme to show you thru my eyes
That in all my life auras never shined so bright
You’re a goddamn gorgeous fucked up mess and I want you by my side
Yo I might be high, like that’s a huge surprise
But I can’t find the words to rhyme to describe you thru my eyes
That in all my life auras never shined as bright
You’re a goddamn gorgeous fucked up mess and I want you by my side
You’re a goddamn gorgeous fucked up mess and I want you by my side
Come back baby, I want you to stay
Heaven is just a submission away
Bend your knee, bow your head, and pray
You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay
Lock your body in the hands of the state
Rock this party with Moderna & Gates
Talk is naughty, so there is no debate
You are awake, you are awake
Now, burn your neighbors
Purge the vagrant
Show me how holy you are
Turn the pages
Learn new faces
Fornicate only in darkness
Loosen morals
Fleshly quarrels
Flowers that blossom to scars
Use this moment
It’s no omen
Powerful, holy you are
Oh, holy you are
T-T-T-Taking venom is noble and wise
Stake your pleasures while you are alive
Break your feathers if you get out of line
Everything’s fine, everything’s fine
Heresy is a capital crime
Guaranteed to cast you aside
Quarantined for your safety and mine
Go back inside, go back inside now
Stay at home
Do what you’re told
Let there be no counter control
In our home divine
What is yours is mine
I say why
Slugs, sick, sludge
Hungry foul dogs
Tricks, none
Sterilize the bunch
Play, run,
Drink until you’re drunk
Stay dumb
Complacently numb
Stay at home
Here’s food & clothes
Do what you’re told
Back in your hole
Stay at home
Do what you’re told
Let there be no counter control
In our home divine
What is yours is mine
You can have summertime
Just comply
You got one shot, and then it’s in the books
No cost (no loss)
No hook
One shot, and then it’s in the books
Just a one and done (one and done)
No hook
No hook
God give me the strength to end all my sadness
The things we fear the most have already happened
And if you care for me, when my body dies,
Lord willing, honor my final goodbyes at my funeral
God grant me resolve to not cry or tarry
Im not afraid of death but living is scary
And if you care for me, don’t bury my bones
Oh no, cut my tattoos off my body, and donate my clothes to whoever needs ‘em most
Give me two gold coins across my eyes
Everybody has to die
When the boatman comes, I’ll pay to ride
Ride to other side
When you find me dead, whenever that is
Lord, let it be quick
But if you care for me, don’t bury my crown in the ground
Set my carcass on fire and turn me into clouds
God guide me to light in my time of darkness
Call me home to peace when my soul’s departed
And if you care for me, don’t bury my bones
Set my fat ass on fire, and turn me into smoke
Don’t let nobody, don’t let nobody
Don’t let nobody turn my service into a sermon
And let anybody speak
That is, except my enemies
And have all the music played be written by me
And if you care for me, verily or at all
Come down, we’ll all have a ball at my funeral
And if you care for me, verily or at all
Will you please play this song to close out my funeral?
Okay, first I don’t misconstrue this as me being suicidal
I don’t want to die
I want everybody to live
In fact, life is so awesome, that I think that we should push on through it
Yeah, we’re all gonna die, baby
All of us
And I don’t know when
And I don’t know how
And I’m not gonna make that call because I’m still in here
And I want you to stay in here with me
And on your journey to happiness
You gotta choose to be happy, brother
You gotta choose to be happy, brother
Because I’m tellin’ you it sounds cliche, but it’s the truth
And if you don’t choose that, and don’t shoot that trajectory up to the sky & the heavens,
You’re gonna drag yourself down– all the way
Physically, emotionally, spiritually, metaphysically, on a reincarnated level
You don’t want to kill yourself, because you’re just gonna come back again and start all the way over
Then when you realize it, it’s too late
You’re already here, so keep pushin, baby
I want you to keep pushin’ with me
People will try to hurt you when you’re doing this
Keep painting, keep writing, keep dancing, keep acting, keep working towards a family
They’re gonna try to defame you
They’re gonna try to make you a villain
Try to make you something for people to hate, to fear, but you gotta keep going
You’ve got so many people in your corner, baby
So many of us are here for you
You gotta keep pushing tho
Keep going
I know you can
You gotta keep on
I love all of you
Mama, Papa, Ryan
Phil, Will, Jud, Justin, Joey, Jonathon, Billy, Petey
Dane, Harry Sinner, all the Fool $alers
All of you, God bless you
Don’t need no headstone
My body has turned to light
Lord, I’m coming home
I made this album myself from January 2022 thru April the same year
Nobody will come up with these ideas in your head but you
Don’t keep them in there; share them.
Keep going with me
Keep pushing, baby
I know you can
I love you
Gotta go
about
Let’s keep this real.
In early January 2022, after a half-decade long string of events, I had a psychological breakdown and became so overwhelmed with depression that I had an inescapable urge to kill myself. While my moral constitution would never, repeat never, ever want to commit suicide and leave my parents & loved ones with any notion that they didn’t do enough or failed me in some regard, the feelings I had of self destruction were real. And, despite attempts to move on, the gravity of it all became too much.
So what happened? Well, a lot of the details only started unraveling themselves to me after-the-fact. In 2017, I had released my 2nd solo album, “Stupid Girls Are Ugly,” and noticed shortly after the release of a video, that certain persons in our community started treating me with disgust. It was revealed to me that a sociopathic narcissistic ex-girlfriend I had from 2012– a person who was emotionally & physically abusive; cheated on me; would frequently try to goad me with physical & verbal violence into fighting her; who would frequently try to emasculate me in public in front of her friends; who would repeatedly & violently break up with me and then beg me to take her back the following day; who asked me to marry her & I declined; who told me whether I liked it or not she was going to have my baby; who tried to get pregnant with other men’s seed in attempts to dupe me; who trashed our house after dumping me the day after Christmas; and who I had to call 911 on 12/27/2012 (or 12/28) after she began slashing her arms with a butcher knife and threatening to defame me if I left the house to get a haircut (true story)-- this woman had sent personal FB messages out to people in the local community, telling them that I was abusive towards her & that supporting my music/pursuits would be supporting abusers. The irony, right? The current events of the Depp VS Heard trial are all too real for me. There should be a public record of the 911 call for Lowndes County GA, if anyone is interested in fact-checking me.
The kicker is that this initial domino of what would become a defamation campaign was not even brought to my attention by any of the “friends” in our local music community she messaged. The people who DID bring this to my attention were my friends in our local tattoo industry about 2 years later (we’ll get to that in a moment.) One of the people she contacted is the current wife of my abuser's ex-spouse, a local tattooist who was married to her years before she and I dated in 2012. Many of the people my abuser contacted would still feign politeness to me when they saw me in public, yet would join in discussions about me once I left their presence, or unfriended me and acted like we were still pals.
I took a bit of a break in 2018 and got engaged. Then, in 2019, after the engagement failed, I found myself going back to shows in Valdosta again, and now the scowls were much more apparent. After an art show on 5/4/2019, the featured artist, myself, & others went to a local pub to commend the artist on a great show. Whilst I was there, I saw some old faces that were telling me weird reassurances like, “You know I love you,” and “It’s gonna be okay,” which struck me as rather odd. Until the following day, when a friend of mine confronted me (not aggressively) that they needed to speak with me about something important: one of the patrons (and old fan of mine, someone who claimed to be a friend, and an ally of my abuser) was going around telling people at the pub that I was a r*pist, and had become alt-right with friends who were white nationalists. When this friend of mine, and others, asked her who my alleged victim was, she said that she couldn’t say but that “you all know her, trust me.” I sent her a text asking why people were telling me that she was going around telling people I'm a r*pist, but was ignored after getting a read receipt, then was blocked. A few weeks later, after an unworldly amount of confusion & sorrow, my tattooist friends brought to my attention the initial message campaign from “Stupid Girls Are Ugly” in front of the other friend who confronted me about the art show, and things started to make more sense. I also learned that the person at the art show had a record of falsely accusing men of being r*pists to ruin their reputation. It was around this time I decided I wanted to invert their defamation campaign, and create a podcast where I could instead highlight and share all of the different people in my community I loved instead of giving energy to the hateful people trying to ruin me.
Now, I don’t live my life in whispers. I’ve got 57 episodes of a podcast (roughly a week’s worth of audio) putting myself out there: as authentic as I can be. In all honesty, any attempts of me to try to “fake it” or be disingenuous in my words with that much data would be foolhardy and easily detected. I’ve even addressed claims of abuse that were made against me, and what I’ve actually done on the New Southern Heretics episode, “Sex, Violence, & BDSM.” I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. Far from it. And, yeah, I’ve fucked up and wronged people before, but you have to be honest with what you’ve done, take responsibility, and ask for forgiveness. Not from any deity, but you have to ask it from the people you’ve wronged. Sometimes folks will forgive you, and sometimes they won’t. That’s their prerogative. But what you can’t do, is you can’t continue to make the same mistakes, because then those aren’t mistakes. You can’t accidentally hurt people repeatedly. Regardless– as I’ve said on the show before, I’ll put every foul thing I’ve ever done on the internet, yet I doubt these folks would be willing to do the same. Through the experience of the podcast, being open/honest/vulnerable with the myriad of guests, I began to learn much more about who else was lending a hand in my would-be cancellation.
A local hack, also a former friend/fan, had invited me to be on his podcast in Feb 2017 to help promote the upcoming aforementioned 2nd album. I brought a bag of cocaine for he & I to share, which we did. We laughed and had a good conversation, which included concepts of ‘stupidity’, and how a lot of things we accept as ‘known’ have actually never been scientifically proven accurate– one of which is heliocentrism. I went on to discuss that geocentrism isn’t necessarily flat earth, but there were globular models as well, and that if the planet rotates/moves has actually never been proven. What’s proven is that there IS rotation, and it’s relative (meaning we physically cannot tell if we’re spinning thru space, or if earth is fixed & space twirls around us.) Two weeks later, I saw him again, and he gave some excuse as to why the episode hadn’t been published yet, and I have not seen him since. The episode never came out, and I assumed he had some personal issues & needed time. When ‘Stupid Girls’ did come out early that summer, I noticed around that time a picture he shared as a FB post of my abuser, posing as she held up a protest sign in downtown Valdosta, and talking about ‘how proud he was of (his) friend,” for taking a stand for human rights. I found out later he joined in her crusade, and began telling people that I was an unironic flat earther, in an attempt to further ostracize me, defame me, and earn the favor of my abuser– my guess is he wanted pussy, the greatest motivator for simps.
The podcast also taught me that a lot of these folks who joined in gossiping about me think very little of my intelligence, as some actually asked their friends, after receiving an invite from me to be on the podcast, if they could tag along. They put energy into defaming me, and then wanted to be on my show. Brilliant. Their requests were denied.
To bring it up to more recent events, in December 2021, I had a show booked (in August) at a local dive with a local band, a touring band, and the ‘singer’ of a local hardcore band doing his poetry. When I stopped in on Thanksgiving, about a week before the show, I was told by the owner that I was no longer on the show, as the tour manager for the headlining band, we’ll call Zapp, whom I’ve never met & mean no disrespect towards whatsoever, sent a message to the owner asking that I not be allowed to play. When I asked what happened, the owner feigned confusion and then blamed the local band for contacting Zapp. When I asked what about the local hardcore kid, a former employee of the bar, he deflected and began reiterating that it must have been the other band. He then told me not to worry, he’d put me on another show in December…. It’s now May and I’ve yet to hear from him again.
Notwithstanding, what I learned is that the hardcore kid was who had ties with Zapp. At their previous show in Valdosta, at the aforementioned hack’s venue, the hack couldn’t come up with the money to pay the band after the show (whoops). So, the hardcore kid (a friend of the hack) paid the band out of his own pocket, which is a nice thing to do, I’m not gonna pretend it’s not, and shitty for the hack to book a band and then be unable to pay them afterwards. So, then he presumably used this leverage with the band to have me removed from the lineup on the December show. What was said to get me removed? I don’t know.
What I do know is that this hardcore kid is an adulterer, and was a lover of my abuser. When my abuser was married to her tattooist husband, a friend of the hardcore kid at the time, the hardcore kid would fuck his friend’s wife behind his back, which is a rotten thing to do. Now, over the years I’ve done benefit shows for this hardcore kid’s band, made artwork for free for he & his wife, donated to his charity drives– things I would consider friendly stuff. He cannot play any instruments, but told me once in 2019 after a show I performed that I was his favorite local lyricist other than himself (wow, thanks.) He was one of these fools who unfriended me in 2017 from the abuser’s initial campaign, talked shit about me behind my back, and yet would feign politeness or that we were pals when he saw me in public around other people. Since allegedly having me removed from the show in December, his wife has now unfriended me too. My guess is she was relaying information on me back to he and/or my abuser– who are all friends. I’m also guessing that either they’re all consensually polyamorous (no judgment) or he’s sleeping with his old lover behind both of their spouses’ backs (judgment). Again– pussy is the greatest motivator for simps.
Then, in January 2022, there were two events within the same week that finally caused me to break. On January 2nd, I posted my year-in-review podcast episode, and a fan of the show commented how it was a goal of hers to be on an episode one day. I saw the comment shortly before 11:00pm, and since I didn’t really know her personally (and it was rather late), I decided I would message her the following day to make arrangements to have her on. They found her dead from suicide around 6:00am. Now, I don’t have many fans, so I cannot tell you, especially in context of these events, how much I appreciate, value, and am humbled by the fans I do have. But how I interpret it in hindsight is she needed someone to talk to then, and I failed to help her out. The guilt I felt for not reaching out– good God– was indescribably burdensome. And yeah, I know I am not responsible for other people’s choices, but if I had messaged her, maybe I could have said something– anything– that would have altered her state of mind, and kept her here long enough to get some help, but I didn’t. I chose inaction instead, and the consequences of that inaction are not a comfortable feeling to put it mildly. Nonetheless, there’s nothing I can do to change it. This feeling is mine, and mine alone, forever.
Two days later, I was scheduled to play a show at another venue. Upon arrival, the sound guy took me outside and explained that he couldn’t have me perform anymore– all whilst acting as if he was really upset and difficult for him to do. When I asked why, he said it was because “women see you on stage, and they don’t like it. It makes them uncomfortable.” Flabbergasted, I asked for specific details on what he was talking about. He said that he’d heard rumors that I preyed on women, and it wasn’t good for the bar to have me on stage…HOWEVER, he said I was still welcome to come to the venue and SEE OTHER PEOPLE PLAY. Now, this doesn’t make much sense since if I were convinced that another musician was a sex predator who preys on the patrons at the venue I work at, they would be banned outright at minimum.
Additionally, when I asked him specifically for tangible data– what was said, what did I do, who said it– he initially told me I was “just taking it personal.” When I remarked it sounded like a bird had gotten in his ear, he said “no this is my idea I've been struggling with for months,” to which I replied “Oh. So, you don’t like me, and you don’t want me to be a part of this,” which he denied and said again that I was just taking it personal. I asked again for him to tell me what the specific accusation was: what was said that I did, and who said it; he shrugged and looked over his left shoulder. I responded, “So you’re not going to tell me what’s been said and who said it?” Another shrug. I told him that this was dumb, I was grabbing my gear to go home, and facetiously wished him good luck on becoming a producer. Upon going inside, around other people, he cheerfully told me “no hard feelings.” I sarcastically shouted “You just called me a sex predator, but sure no hard feelings,” bringing the attention of the few people inside. The duo who invited me to play with helped me load my gear out, before I could foolishly escalate the situation.
To give insight, this particular sound guy is a coke boy who helps facilitate cocaine into the Valdosta music scene at the venue where he works, and has used his access to cocaine to manipulate, control, and prey upon female friends of mine who have a drug problem. One such person (an old friend) whom I’ve known for nearly 10 years & was there for me when my engagement ended, would not even acknowledge me the last time she saw me in public in front of him (6 days before these events), as he did not want her being friends with me anymore, and is one of her primary sources for coke. Additionally, she & a couple other of these same women he uses drugs to control are fans of my art/music/podcast, and have been romantic with me in some regard, sometimes in public at the bar where he works, neither of which he seemed to like. I’ve also had other musicians whom he has projects with who also worked with me on some of my projects, which he also did not seem to like. He’s also followed me around to spy on me when talking with women at the bar, in his not-so-subtle powdered-nose paranoia, and in one case telling a young lady whom I had been introduced to by a friend earlier that night that she needed to watch out and insinuated I might try to put something in her drink (she understandably left quickly & awkwardly thereafter.)
People who have actually seen me out & about would know that whenever I do go to a show, I usually find a table to quietly sit & watch the show alone; I keep to myself, and mostly only speak with other musician friends or people I’ve known for years. Most of the interactions I have with women at shows are when they approach me (shocker for some, I’m sure.) What I believe is most likely is that he felt I was encroaching on “his territory” and “his girls”. And that because many of his friends like me, he chose to do it in ambush style to likely get me to overreact & do it in private so that he can control the narrative more easily. So to justify his envy, he calls me a sex predator who’s welcome to stay but isn’t allowed to perform until he says so. Pass.
Needless to say, with all of that, I’d finally reached a breaking point of feeling like I was a piece of shit, and had started to believe it. And while I know in my heart that’s not the case, when you’re being tormented constantly from the shadows by people who just want to tear you down, the lies become convincing after a while. I didn’t want to be around anymore because I felt there were more people who didn’t want me here than who did want me here.
There are people whom I’ve made numerous records with in the past who no longer return my texts, but still follow my posts. There are people whom I’ve had family dinner and art shows with who stopped speaking to me altogether, but whose partner still follows me regularly. And that’s fine; these people don’t owe me anything– nobody does. I’m an intense & polarizing person who has a crass sense of humor, and very unorthodox ideas which I’m unafraid to rant about like a lunatic at times— people have every right to dislike me or not want to be around me. I get it.
But, if I am such a wretched & abusive predator, it’s rather odd to me that no one talked with any of my other long-term ex-girlfriends about what kind of partner I was when this initially started 5+ years ago. Why did none of them talk to Sierra, Demeshia, Carrie, or Raven if they were so concerned? Why did nobody bring any charges against me if I were beating & preying on women? Why did nobody ask for tangible data other than word-of-mouth from people who had clear biases against me? Why did almost nobody even bring it to my attention? Why? Because most people don’t want to get involved and the others don’t care about me nor the truth– they care about validating their envy and tearing me down. They care about being an ally to the idea of me being a bad person so they can justify why they dislike me, rather than bringing it public for the truth to be revealed in court, or just say “I dislike Colter because he makes me feel bad about myself.”
However, by coming public with it, they’d also run the risk of exposing themselves to be frauds & hucksters. Rather than their own reputation, some of these folks might want to be more concerned about a possible defamation lawsuit and/or a book I write wherein their names will be publicly blasted as they’ve done to mine, except I intend to be honest. Call me cocky, but I’m fairly confident that at least half of the people who have read this long-winded post would also be inclined to read a book of these experiences (and others!) in great detail. Some might say it would even be a profitable idea that people would take an interest in. Hmm, you know to err on the side of caution, I’d recommend they ‘lawyer up’ just to be safe. I have a few attorneys in my circle, personally.
Now why would I dare say these particular music scene folks are envious of me? Well, my own musical talent (or lack thereof) aside, I’m productive: since April 2016, I’ve released 43 songs as a solo artist. Additionally, all of my music since 2019 (31 of the 43 songs) has been 100% DIY, with the albums made from my own home. Despite my lack of quality engineering skills & high-end gear, which will improve with time, I am able to create my own albums without the help of anyone. I don’t need other musicians, producers, studios, or to fake a theoretical orgasm & dick-ride other local bands to validate my work. My work can speak for itself, in all of its controversy. Point being, they have to rely on other people, sometimes fully, in order to bring their ideas to fruition. Despite their attempts to cast me out, defame me, and exclude me, I’ve come to terms that while I may not have a social presence locally anymore, I’m still able to write & release my music from my home. None of them can do what I can– simply put. I don’t think that I’m better than most by any means, for whatever it’s worth, but I do think I’m better than them, and in more ways than one at that.
Honestly, I never wanted to bring any of this to light. Not because of fear or something of the sort, but because I didn’t want to validate or give power to any of their balderdash. Nor did I want to open old wounds, nor have to talk about it in general. Nor did I want to have to explain to people that in actuality it was I, a male, who was a victim in the exchange– especially during the ‘believe all women’ cultural narrative. In particular, my abuser has attempted for years to get a reaction out of me, and to get her own diss track written in her honor (you will never get a song from me written in your honor, but your sycophants are fair game.) But after 5+ years, I’m exhausted. I’m tired of having to defend my name. I’m tired of having to convince people that I’m a good person. I’m tired of having to explain to potential partners what I’ve been through with abusers, stalkers, adulterers, coke boys, faux political activists, poser musicians, and thots who thought I owed them a baby in their belly. It’s too much drama, and nobody wants to be a part of that, no matter how attracted they may be to me. Yet this is where I’ve found myself. So I decided to put everything out there instead, and let the chips fall where they may, as I’m done letting poisonous people dictate my reality.
So, rather than kill myself, I decided to make an album instead. “An Idiot’s Masterpiece” is my 5th solo album. Created in 4 months, from January - April 2022. I’m so thankful for each & every day I’m alive. While I’m a bit more distrusting of people than I have been before, I’m so blessed to have the small support system that I do. Thank you to all those who stuck by me when you didn’t have to, to every guest & local musician I’ve had on my podcast, to everyone who’s contacted me over these past 3-4 months to check in, and most importantly to the few friends who did the right thing and brought all of this to my attention. If you’re ever in a similar state of despondency & woe, don’t let the void take you. Take action. Do something. Creation is always better than destruction, but destruction is easier than creation. Results make for great revenge, and I’ve decided instead of suicide that it would bring me more joy to make these people dissatisfied with my existence while in turn I grow as an artist.
Oh, and for the record, the full names/details of the perpetrators referred to herein have been provided to other persons as a dead man’s switch. If something should happen to me, there are measures already in place. FAFO.
This album is dedicated to Alyssa Rose Goen; I’m so sorry I didn’t do more.
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