I’m doing it as I have always done it; alone in a room singing melodies. This is what I have always needed to do. Does it mean anything? Can it be sold? Is it sellable? Are such things truly sellable? We trade in symbols; we experience meaning. Question, can you really trust someone who hasn’t dropped out? We are defined by our social structures; structures we are a part of and adhere to. Our friends, our careers, our religions, all lift and give us a sense of inclusion, us b

What happens when you say “Fuck it dude, let’s go bowling?” What happens when you step outside the lines and stop paying attention, what happens when you reject they ideology of control? But this is no simple task. We have come to accept many things in life that when shown to us in another light we would reject. Inequality, for example, when directed at us is unacceptable, however, we buy products, and engage services, from people who are not living equally to us. Friends can

When I was a kid I would sit, rocking back and forth, on sofas, in bed, in the car, wherever, as I sang melodies for hours. Melodies, not words, feed my imagination—as images passed before my inner eye; as experiences washed over me. Is this what Lost Radio is? Was I always lost? I don’t know how to pitch or sell a project; I only know how to do what I want to do, what I feel I need to do. A teacher once said to me, “It’s like you want to do whatever you want to do, whenever