Electro Ragga Breaks.. Florida stylee. Rub-a-dub stylee

beats & love

Closer

the rasta-break one was just too strange to press…but too weird to die. It’s either loved or hated… but to truly enjoy it, you need some subs. the bass makes it come together in blissful boom. this was my only track made outside of Florida and was a result of learning what fun it is to write and sing without the parasitic tumor called a jealous-insecure girl sucking the life-force from me one orgasm at a time…  ‘it took me back to the days of learning on cracked software and softly wearing out the night all cracked out on new samples and the learning to produce via the hard knocks way.. by mistakes and song sequences that made for more laughing giving us the ego-less way of not taking anything, especially one’ s art seriously…This, in essence, resulted in making those days almost worth having a girlfriend that was too hot to be so insecurely attached to my hip….cause, listening to two surfers as they teach themselves to produce electronic music with the software and gear available with a whopping 128K of RAM that was considered pretty amazing back in the 90’s, but stunk.. like a stench that would make dying of AIDS a true CakeWalk.. It has to be even WAY WORSE than listening to a rhythm-less honky try to figure out how to scratch - which, should be Wikipedia’ed as the proper way of turning a favorite track into a sonically-deranged nightmare fueled from the aftermath reality of poisoning your fuck-happy ear-holes with disturbing sounds and monotony basked in chaos… sound waves capable of tearing the life out of the shriveled nerves like the tragedy of the constant reminder of the sickness that torture… like a track-mark scar reforms the user that it’ s not just in your mind’ s arm to eternity… fer..fer…fer.. reshhhhh.. sh sh sh <pop> sssshshhhhhh… it it it… but, creative control landed a duplicate set-up when your tumor slash girlfriend cannot stand another moment seeing you bond with someone other than it’s soulsucking self  obsessive possessiveness…p But, a large settlement from Geiko made me realize, she thought that same shit in our home would bond us together even closer… but, like the parallel-reality found in bazzaro-world, the complete opposite occurred - it became a tool that I used to get away by getting lost in my only true love…  music.. the more I found my voice the farther I got from the be-itches gleaming control issues and saw what she really was.. under layers of lies…deep down.. she’ s nothing  but a human wart…I drifted further and further from her as I found my own sound.. and the first track to come out from that place that I went to in order to get away was “Closer”.. it eventually got pressed… as a white label …can you guess why? cause mariah’ s label would be.. closer to all my green, huh-uh- yeah?! so now it is-ah-always free, hey-e-yeah!!

Kenny Styles