Nice to meet you. And I would genuinely like to. Whoever you are. If you can love, if you can laugh, if you can cry, if you can play, smile, fuck, frown, yell, hate, hurt, harm, falter, and die, we are one. If you can hear, that's a bonus. If not, I'd love to teach you. And even though we both know you can easily lie, and I can easily disbelieve, I'd like to hear your stories.
In the meantime, here's one of mine:
Many lifetimes ago, when I was 16yo boy, I visited Venice. In Piazza San Marco, they sold iron roses. I bought a bundle of them, at the time thinking very little of it beyond "bitches gonna looove this". I gave several girls I was seeing (or wanted to be seeing) at the time one, telling each of them that she was the only one. Given the relative quirkiness of the gift, they were all inclined to believe me. It's recently stricken me how much my current namesake, and my entire artistic vector and mystical leanings are predicated upon that sequence of events.
Recently it's also stricken how much symbolism pervades the iron rose...
Cold as ice, yet nurtured in the hottest forge. Heavy and durable enough to use as a weapon, but not one. Odorless, colorless, lifeless, but gleaming instead. Eternal. A man-made facsimile of a beautiful life-form that far exceeds its inspiration in terms of grandeur. That is as much a metaphor for me, as it is for my music, as it is for the kind of love I seek with each and every breath.
This mix is the most honest I've ever done, or will ever do (at least where honesty is quantified by completeness of disclosure and non-omission, which I can never achieve via a single song, or via just my own music).
I hope you are as driven by child-like curiosity as I am that that you'll join me for the entirety of the 108 minute journey. At the end, I may not yet be a friend, but I won't be a stranger.