Like a Musician Without a Band, and I Cannot Do Real Legit Solo Work.

I’m explaining it yet again in another way. I look like a kicked out artist from a major artist city. Other cities told I cannot play at theirs. I look banned from playing professional AND amateur. People so much do not want to connect me to “good music” even by accident in a small neighborhood, I’ve actually BEEN WARNED against playing at all.

Yet another analogy. Done. Please tell gang members to stop haunting me? I know now I can’t do much of anything legit to make money… at minimum. I am SAD that I can’t play at home for fun too. I actually cannot do much at home either. People want me to look retired even in my own small part of the world.

This may blow your mind. All this is likely DUE TO COPY CATS. The reality is likely they DO NOT WANT THE COPY CATS to look talented now, not even pretend or marginal. Someone may be dead and buried too. I am not certain what the deals that were made, it is likely they are OUT OF CONTRACT themselves and may or may not do the copying. Do you know why I bring this up? It is because when I “did some legit work” in the past, I was NOT PRIMETIME. I was someone who (let’s do the musician analogy)… stepped into a studio, played some stuff that was recorded, and scribes turned it all over to more talented people to make it sound good… and then it was produced BY THE PROFESSIONAL, FAMOUS PEOPLE. That is the analogy! So I NEVER WAS THE ONE on the stages, never accepting awards anyway. I can’t verify what I did for others was good originally. I have a feeling, more talented people got some notes and did miracles with what I contributed! I am NOT THE SOURCE of all things good and talented. There are PAID PROFESSIONALS in major cities, especially like Los Angeles and Mexico City that actually make art… the REAL ART for our eyes and ears. So where are the “COPY CATS”? They may have copied me, created the notes that were given to the professionals… so it looks like I never did step into a studio EVER. This is why I sit at home and shake my head. That snoopers are waiting for stuff to steal. I wish they’d leave me alone.