[But First, Coffee.]

‘That one was hard', i thought loudly to myself, finishing one banana and reaching to quickly peel another–I had been famished, and by force of nature had broken the predominant rule of fast–not to interact with the public, and therefore had been quick to hurry the fast to a finish; now that it had been s long in the understanding of the spiritual connotations of fasting, i knew never to attempt a show–especially a long DJ set, without having eaten, especially well; I needed to maintain focus, and as my career began to shift heavily, I became quite religious to certain superstition and routine of course, never allowing myself to fall prey to anything too ridiculous; I had been thoroughly taken advantage of–and knew certainly by now there was no room for error or mistakes, misjudgement of character– and I myself, perhaps just a canvas–rather than an unfriendly mirror most would be unwilling to face. The last and first thing I had consumed had been coffee– a lightly brewed vanilla bean which had exceeded most of the coffee I had consumed during my time in new york by far –a daily staple and absolute necessity, learning harshly from having spent tolerance breaks and unwilling days without coffee begging God for a glimpse of light; Alas, it had come to the point in my adulthood that certain things were just part of me–and coffee was one of them, a welcome and at least usually warm antidote for what seemed to be more often than not a cold, heartless world. But today, the sun shone and spread light and joy into my heart and mind a I trekked the nearly one mile walk to a nearby asian fusion restaurant that I had avoided before, but now was unwilling to suffer the consequences of a 4-hour set during a fast in which I spent a devoted amount of time and energy in the early morning amidst the miserable and robotic drones of the early morning commute–I was at least happy to have poured through a decent chapter or two of the books that I had finally climbed from the plateau of reading–a book about the rich history of the underground–a well-written journey into the past of a world I loved, but had become so distant from, in my heart and mind, but never in my soul– my own collection of unique and eclectic mixtapes growing daily, my own skill surpassing even my expectations–but it wasn'tmy expectation that I needed to surpass: i had yet to attract the attention of the greats–or even the lower-level promoters and managers which would spark my entry into the dance-club scene, elevating my professional DJ career from playing in parties, bars, and strip clubs and into the actual raves, clubs, and festivals that my soul came from –and called back out to, between the lines and hidden subliminal messages coded deep in the basslines, drops, and 4-to-the-floor anthems I curated with such forceful thought and empathy into my sets and mixes–mixes made of course with love on the mind and deep in my soul but seemingly nowhere to be found, lost in translation and unrequited, reverberated in the emotional undertones of the music I played day in, and day out, sometimes with tears in my eyes, but always with God on my shoulders, most often whispering the next selection into my mind's eye – my music a leap in blind faith. ‘Fuck, I do feel better.' The Pad Thai hadn't been great at all, but it had been enough to soothe the intense waves of dissociative dissolution and disconnect that came with each and every passing fast–and with each one an honorable lesson in gratitude, for all that had come with my sacred journey: Now, I was a true DJ. I don't know why imm looking for Platinum delusions “I have a question”, Well, there goes your l answer l; There goes your skeleton, creeping out the back door— There goes your relevance, An acelance, A metaphor Is that what you asked for? You looked in the wrong mirror today Is this what you wanted or not? Delusions of grandeur Emotions and saw what you bought from the storefront Gobbler it up, and wanted more More important words, for the chauffeur Are you sure, dear On a short order Or a show with a shirt run You saw the short So you order it Abort mission at once— They'll call you up when all the smoke is up In the rooftop of the cathedral Is that what you wanted Is that what your question was? More discoveries, coming right up At water Michael makers in a room full of synthesizers you could only wish you were in It's fittinf, the description for the symptoms of schizophrenia If everything relates, it should be an easy diagnosis— But it isn't It's real as hell, But isn't I just want a feel for who you are So I can stop myself from loving your accomplishments And settle for less Like the rest of the talentless miscreants With financial constraints And too many problems To overcome Into abundance Your works is my music and I just dance to it; Meanwhile imm miserable and you're courting princesses Soon to be queens, co conspirators, aqua rain es And I'm still crying in the door idiots you opened and then left me in To sift though this Infinite Disaster of indifference I found you in the kitchen sink So was bound to drown you in it A katy for your baby again— A calamity of mastery, An actor for your Gem—another character I'd written out of affinity for abandonment Flattened my abdomen for him But still couldn't change my skin color If I wanted Dillon Francis seems more obnoxious than usual [DILLON FRANCIS BEING EXTRA] Mm–I don't think so. This is out of control. It's not out of control I'm in control This is out of control. we're going to play a game. What kind of game. A minigame. What does this game entail. haha. **sidenote: Laidback Luke is not laidback at all. He seems calm. That's just his demeanor. Haha. Okie. Whats wrong with al these guys Nobody sleeps here. What about him. He looks asleep. No. [waves hand gently] See he's– You're on in 5. [Suddenly, Very awake.] Oh wow. See. Superstar DJ. Well, fuck, man. What is this Just stand here What. For what Just– wait here. Wait?! For what?! Just – [Leaves] LAIDBACK LUKE (eyes) I don't like this. (eyes) I don't like this at all. MA, MORE COFFEE. WAAAT? MORE COFFEE, MA!!! Lol these guys again. I love these guys. How did we get here? Technically, we're still in a deadmau5 construct. I dont think he's okay. I Don't think anybody's okay. Are you okay? No. (eyes) … Oh. “Oh” What are you doing here. Whatever I'm doing. You're a madman. I fucking wish. Be careful now—- —careful for what— Don't you know—wishes come true. If that were the case I'd be the richest man in the world. —maybe you are. [A mysterious stone is presented.] What is this? [a myateriius half—smirk] Your fortune, sir. THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS. What—? You know what. The Lakers Won? Don't be smart! —but—I'm a genius! [he launches towards him with fury—a coffee table comes between the two men —now, you're a rational man— —AGHH— —I wouldn't expect you to succumb to such violence. If I don't kill you with my own hands, someone else will. —kill me? With your own hands? Someone else?! AGH!! [he crushes the coffee table] That was redwood! —it's still redwood. [he picks up a pointy table leg] Where is it? Where is what? I'm ugly Nobody loves me Somebody hug me Move over, You need a mother; I'm just your lover— You're lucky And woah I think I want some Timmy hos I catch the 40 Gross Everybody's broke What is this place? —is that still happening? The ashes, falling Almost forgot about the raindrops Something's calling me The bus is coming What day is it? Last summer, I suffered longer Last summer still isn't over Last summer I came back to make money And have none now Last summer, You laughed at me Last summer, I got my hat back Last summer I worked harder Last summer I sold my hatch back I have a whole bachelor's degree waiting for me At my bachelorette party (I never had one) I came to this country last summer With nothing but a gym bag And this hat on Though it might have been another one —I always have a hat on I like the way his legs are crossed And it's just so awful How lost in my thoughts I am I'm simply anonymous, Unworthy of womanhood Stopped in androgynous God, This is all of us calling We're lost again Someone took all of my coffee And poured it on top of my coffin —I'm sad, I've been here a long time Without good money —I'm sad, I've been here a long time I just keep writing —I'm sad I've been all alone, But I'm still made of stardust —I'm sad I've been here a long time I keep falling in lust with my projects I build matrixes— I just— thought you should know that I never had my own show before Why would I go back to Being the most affordable whore in sun valley Or something I've got stars in my eyes— But I guess I deserved that I shot myself in the head I guess this is the blow back A throwback You owe me money But I don't want money— I just want love But nobody loves the impartially ugly Satan said nobody loves me All dressed up as a Japanese lady Who couldn't contain me And tried to control me— But I have a hole in my head, you know It makes everyone quite uncomfortable. When I sat down on the bus, I just lost myself I just keep fighting off lust And biting my fingernail polish, and honestly—god? Just take my life Before I do I'm not suicidal I just can't buy things Right when I like to I just can't find the right guy To go home to So you know (So you know) (So you know) (So you know) I love you Victory, Victory ,Victory!!! Do you want to come with me? Victory, Victory Victory! I'm mobile now, Do you want me to pull up? Victory, Victory, Victory! If I pull up, Do you want to come with me? Victory, Victory, Victory! I just want you with me As I fight feelings of shame and disgust I'm in the window now Robbed of my lust And my last few dollars If only for the moment I'm in the window now Like a puppy I have to wonder If anybody wants me —apparently nobody loves me I'm in the window now Thinking about how Nothing I've ever done matters Not even this What a lovely display it is It is ironic, you know. I would kill myself tonight Just never to be reminded Of —- I would kill muself tonight If I could know that on the other side It was warm and bright And this life Never even happened I might kill myself tonight Or just ride it out And try to write about How I arrived here Something's apparently important Imports and exports Inbreds and ex husbands, wives And Ex doctors Sometimes I'm Michael There's a lot of love in this parking lot I never thought about how right or wrong I was Until I stopped and watched it al on camera Vandalism in a stolen prison The whole world revolves around a blue eyed white man The whole world revolves around his blue eyed children taking all my husbands The whole world revolves around a lousy dollar — All I've got is this flower; What can I buy with that ? The whole world's rotten Just like this Apple It's in my pocket And I'm gonna light it on fire On purpose (Or with purpose) Hello? Which phone did you call from? I don't have this number Excuse my stream of conciousness I was trying to fight off suicidal thoughts not so creatively This is my job, Like this is your job I look at the jaw I want what you want This is my planet we're on This is is my plan, I got lost in it Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm not You just want a nut with a butt I just want a bud [Sample, Dillon Francis: Hey Buddy! (The Coffee Run)] I'm not your buddy. Ah. Look at that car; I'm on a coffee run at McDonald's How much does it cost? A dollar, one— It's like putting gas in my car, I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna Call Jimmy Fallon to borrow a dollar. It's a coffe run A coffee run A coffee run; You cough, I run You like? I'm fun The west was won by everything under the Sun, Run it Equinox+ (EP) Love brings me out of my shell; —I could love you, I I could love you, I Could love you, I Could love you, I love you I love you, I This isn't good for my health; If you don't love me,oh well — (I could love you, I) This is just passing the time, Count my dimes and, I'm wealthy, you build me up Shining, I wake you up Diamond of mine, I love you, I Love you I Do what I want most the time, Cause nothing else matters but Making you mine I, so what I want most the time I can't get out Out of my mind, Cause I love you I love you I, Wasting my time, I could love you but Nevermind Drunk, And I'm stumbling up to my apartment for The 30th time this month, My rent's due tomorrow, but I got it, Woah, I've got just enough Just to keep fuxkin up Getting fucked up And filling my cup Like it's something, But it's nothing, Not really Nothing, Not really Be good Work it out Come on Work it odd Be good Shake it off Work it out Come on Be good, Work it off, Work it out— Come on Be good Work it out Shake it off Come on — We all know There's a monster in there And it wants let out; All man, beware— Yeah We all know There's a monster in her— And, Someone will let it go Oh, Someone let it go Oh, no (oh yeah) Oh, no That's no good That's no good Oh no (Oh yeah) Oh no (Oh yeah!) No, no You just had to let it go You just had to let it go Oh, no! — I need time To rationalize my genius I can't write light this Alt right all white nationalists I can fantazize, right? I could die like this It's a damn good life What fucking time is it, anyway? Right? I can't rationalize, this Fascist rats at The Fashion district Bam, I had it— I had to get right, man I had to get God on my Mantras I fucked up tomorrow, I'm off in Toronto with problems And dogma— Who's dog is this Tied up at the Whole Foods market I tried it, I died in the in I can't idolize idols, man Cry, though, Dip my bicoff in Chiapas coffee All pissed off, Woah It's the wrong morning to wallow in Caught me off guard at the offering Sha, there's no mother here, No other one, You're wrong God, I stopped to cross at all of them, I suffered when I swallowed, Rah, What's wrong? I'm feeling solemn on my sodomist Wishes of This centrifugal —‘swimming with the fishes, Get it? Woah, It's a whole open world of Wizards and witches I wish I could ditch this —the center or attention is this city— That's Alex Tribec, for the record Fuck the TriBeCa fest Rest in Los Angeles Rest in peace Barbra Hah— I've got all of em This is an awful lot of mantras, Stars and Stripes. God; I lost it at the Oscar's, Turn me on, or off I'm all of it Or not What was the cost of this? An awful lot of mantras, stars, And crosswalks, To stop dead in the center of “I'm miserable That's Hollywood for you, God, That's Hollywood, That's where we dropped you off — Have you had enough, yet? How was is? Enough! I'm not even fully up yet! Fuck, It was loveless, All up in ashes, I told ya, That “fun is a friend of the devil “ Burn in sense, Just rub out the sense Have my lips on your hips, Just rotate, As the earth did, In difference, she has Impatience is his imperfection “Eventually,” She says, “I'll see him” He tends to agree, Within reason— Winter breezes and freedom, This season Envy leaves, But she's gonna get even Come in threes, And maybe, We'll see then. Come to the surface, Come up— Don't give up yet Give what you've got; Half a lung, And the other is under— Come on, Come up, Come all— Come, you're walking on water! No wonder they call for you On earth — (We've got a Hot One, for you) Have you ever wondered What's wrong with us all? Fuck— Hollywood's calling, I don't have my phone on me Hollywood called, But your voice Mail is full, What? I finally picked up; The message at the tone, Was in Morse code Billy fit the Playbill, I signed it “usnavi” Yo, You look just like me A sacrifice? A sacrifice, I said, I'm red, I'm jealous like I've never been That's right, blue eyes then Next lifetime Fu— They robbed me of all my art As a hobby Worshipped for All I've got Not a god yet, but Gotta be working on something That's all of it, Gotta be knocking it off, Full of gossip and God, I want love But it's not in the cards, huh New Joan Of Ark, Where's the war That you wanted Not enough talk, But I've done enough walking Gosh, Two thumbs up, All applause from the audience That what you wanted? Yeah! “God I want love but it's not in the cards yet” That's what you wanted? Yeah! That's what you wanted {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.