Three-fiddy

I hot-hot-hit 350 Instagram subscribers a few days ago. This is a significant goal for a guy who hates social media and went kicking and screaming to the Internet to build out his web presence.

But I get it. So many people have weighed in from all over the world, loving the videos, loving the songs. I am drowning in chocolate.

I have also “had recent conversations” that may lead to me blowing up like I always wanted to—sans the drugs, sexual degeneracy and greed that would have poisoned such an ambition when I was too stupid to deal with it. And wifey and I are not telling. A new rule in the home: never tell them until it’s too late—for THEM.

But it is very, very encouraging to be looked at as someone who does not abuse what the AI revolution allows me to do at speed, which is create excellence almost as fast as I can think it up. I’ve been waiting forty years for this driver. That’s how people see me. They asked me to start adding my own human non-AI voice to at least 20% of the stuff I put out, and I shall acquiesce.

So why did I sell the Neumann and the Iso-Vox 2? Because I think crystal balls are black magic and I do not have one. I’ll see what I can do about rebuilding my home studio in the soon.