New York City video for New York City song filmed by Cedric Mixon in… well, you get it.
“Corporate Wall Street Douche Boyfriend”—Julian Wells (who is really from Brooklyn)
“Indifferent Brooklynite”—Akino (who is really from Queens)
Confused/Abused Philadelphian pretending to be cold in the MILDEST WINTER EVER—Rosa Diaz
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#rosa diaz
#New York City
#music videos
#Cedric Mixon
#Whim
Attn: Blackmail Material…
Last chance to get Lullabies for Those At War before it goes into the Disney vaults FOREVER!!! It will no longer be available after Saturday, so if you are still interested in blackmailing me at some point with the musical equivalent of my middle-school unattractive (but endearing, in hindsight) awkward phase (complete with frizzy hair, braces and large plastic glasses), it’s available for FREE at rosadiaz.bandcamp.com Enjoy!
#rosa diaz
#Lullabies for Those At War
#middle school
speakmnemosyne
I don't like The Beatles either. John Lennon's voice sounds like a stoned sheep to me, especially during their early years. I don't question your value as a musician, I can only confirm it with the lovely music you post.Jon Lennon WAS a stoned sheep!
Looking for singers…
aka music is my lover and we are in an open-relationship, come, let’s have an orgy. aka the whole orgy thing is a metaphor/attempt at “selling sex” to entice people to join my project, there really won’t be any orgies and I need you to understand and accept that. aka sweet harmonies are super sensual and fun, does that work for you? Call me.
Yo creo en muchas cosas que no he visto, y ustedes también.
No se puede negar la existencia de algo palpado por mas etereo que
sea. No hace falta exhibir una prueba de decencia de aquello que es
tan verdadero. El unico gesto es creer o no.
Algunas veces hasta creer llorando.
Se trata de un tema incompleto porque le falta respuesta;
respuesta que alguno de ustedes, quizas, le pueda dar.
Es un tema en technicolor para hacer algo util del amor
Para todos nosotros, amén.
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#Willie Colon
#fantasmas
#oh que sera
#fe
Hot Damn! (or “why I refuse to be a broke artist”)
You call it “singing,” I call it chanelling.
You call it “poetry,” I call it prophecy
You call it “dance,” I call it worship
You call it “music-making,” I call it melodic manifestation
Claim your power, artists, you are sages, you are
magicians, you are kings and queens, you are
the very mouth-piece of God. And your wrists
will stop bleeding and your wallets will fill up
with the very abundance you gift to others
every
day.
