I demo’d my recent music project to some friends the other night.

The comments ranged from “where the fuck is the coming from?” to “I feel like I’m watching the beginning stages of fame and I won’t know what to say in years to come” to “that was the best live shit I’ve heard, ever.”

Granted, my audience wasn’t exactly a group of hip-hop connoisseurs, but it was nice to hear it. All that time with the bedroom door locked shut, all the nights of solitude, all the self-doubt (maybe this shit actually sucks and I don’t realize it because I’m too involved).

Feels good.

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