BLUE TIGER by DJ Chud

Stream
https://li.sten.to/bluetiger

Beautiful Day MV
https://youtu.be/TkFATRDBun0

Blue Tiger³ ⌠Listening With My Eyes⌡ ✚ This Whole Fucking Scene Is Growing Tired... And So Am I MV
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iuBfCFw0G0

BLUE TIGER Behind The Scenes
https://go-hard.neocities.org/bluetiger

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BLUE TIGER is me.

The immediate, small-as-a-pill-sized-containers-of-jet-fuel-filled-to-it's-absolute-brim-overflowing-all-over-your-brains-control-panel-drowning-it-in-sweet-stern-apathy powered thought(s) that might've crashed and destructed the Twin Towers into absolute rubble you call your fellow fried thinkpan when hearing such a selfish sediment is the immediate and honestly exact thought(s) I'd probably conduct had I been you reading it: "Ugh, another one of these egomaniacal attempts to seem deep and shattered SHAT out by these supposed tortured artists with wombs filled with themselves who treat the tired bullshit they make as an exact mirror and doorway into who they are and what they're about and what they do and how they drink hot tea and eat burnt toast and how every single song, piece, sloppy drawing done with melting Crayola crayons... WHATEVER multidisciplinary garbage they create is really a statement and commentary on their person."

Now, though we may share the same or similar beliefs regarding such introverted explanations that only serve to make these disingenuous artists' craft seem more than what it actually is, throughout the production of BLUE TIGER I've finally come to a realization; one that I've continuously avoided and denied multiple times at the start of making this album, treating DJ Chud as just a character and taking the music I make all around less seriously just so I wouldn't have to face it. I felt lost in my own music... until one day I sat in front of my FL playlist filled to the brim with noises and automation clips for everything in the software, ready to be plastered with my vocals; something snapped inside and I wanted to finally face the fear I've treated with carelessness.

BLUE TIGER IS 100% ME.

It's everything I am, everything I represent, everything I know, everything I think, whatever the case you consider it to be; it's probably what it is all up to this very point. In my previous work, I think it's immensely evident I've made multiple attempts to pull punches with my artistry; dogmatically keeping how I feel within my mind low in fears I'll be judged and alienated ruthlessly for who I am, what I think, what I do, and what I say by my peers and those around me. Basically keeping it cool and censoring myself purposefully; neutering what I really want to spit out in hopes I can finally make some type of connection with others in my sphere. Some would call this essentially doing all types of needless business type practices that doesn't really get me anywhere and only digs me into a deeper hole with regret in my art which I'm already balls deep in as is.

Then, I took the computer-screen-staring equivalent of stepping into a balcony on the back of an nightmarish beach house placed in purgatory; disgustingly spectating in horror and anger the grim scenery surrounding me. Green lakes with sewer leakage with all types of rats bathing inside, brown sands with dead birds; their presence spreading all types of disease amongst the hardly-humans walking around them as if they don't exist. There's a sign saying "EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE JUST OKAY" with uncleaned, 3 year old bird shit and vomit all over it obscuring most of the text, deluding every stupid fuck that passes by endangering themselves. There's deluded "(Fill-In-The-Blank) reviewers", an unpaying time-wasting joke of an "occupation", logging onto their laptops that has a one bar internet connection powered by decaying satellites to review the beach on one of their many soap-n-hugbox review sites that they mindlessly give 5 stars, but ALWAYS criticize anybody actually trying to fix the beach in any sort of way, preventing the beach from being in a dormant, corpse-like state all because they dislike change. And to top this shitcake all off, in the corner of my eye I see Columbus-ites in pirate ships fiending to the beach to gentrify it and act like they're going to "fix" the problems, but are just further dooming the beach to absolute peril by reciprocating, doing nothing, and even imitating the current toxic environment with their thumbs up their asses doing nothing but further harm but are also tiplicked by the very same reviewers because there is still absolutely zero change. They've grown too stationary and torpid to make a shift.

This is exactly how I see the underground music scene, a sphere I'm ashamed to admit I reside in and know of it's full potential; with almost everyone and everything failing to reach it due to an ongoing proclivity for mediocrity and disdain for any sort of progress. BLUE TIGER, and my entire discography for that matter even when not stated, serves and forever will serve as a middle finger to those in this scene who despise advancement and trying something new other than what sells and what gets you more views or likes. I am tired of saying nothing and dumbing down what I want to say or remaining silent all to make a phony connection with the fakes who I've eventually learned are not to be trusted.

A faint white whip cracks; finally, the BLUE TIGER breaks free.
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DJ CHUD = DJ CANNIBALISTIC HUMANOID UNDERGROUND DWELLER

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