....Hi, my name's 'without a label' and I'm going to tell you ALLLL about me, hehehe. I'm being raised by Kephra:The Midnight Sun, and let me tell you...this guys got issues. When he first started feeding me and taking care of me, he tried to tell me I should be more like all the techno albums out there, because that's what he liked.

....You know how pissed off that made me? I mean, I didn't really know what I was, but I knew I wasn't that. I'll never understand why people always think you should be more like everyone else, they see what they don't understand so they try to take who you are and force you into a slot that they DO understand. Now...I don't know about the rest of you, but the star shape DOES NOT fit into the square hole, it doesn't matter how hard you push.

....Anyway, so he gets the bright idea that I should be more like techno, fine, but then he decides he wants to sing too now! Midnight Sun's a nice guy and all... but back then, his voice gave me a damn headache, and that was just hearing him talk! Now he wants to sing too? So he makes me play these crappy ass beats for him while he sings like an idiot about nothing, and I mean it was all right for a while, but 'a while' was starting to piss me off.

....Then...as disorganized as this guy was, he actually thought he could start an entertainment company. '12 gauge productions' was an ingenious attempt at lookin like a damn fool, and let me tell you, he pulled it off quite well. So he had me stowed away in this fat breif case and walked around trying to set up shows in a town that didn't have any places to set up shows...yeah. So after a while he decides that it's time to move, I guess a new location would make him suck less or something.

....In our new home, something happened to the Midnight Sun, I saw something change in his eyes. I can't say what was going on inside of his head, I never know what the hell he's thinking, but whatever he realized was the start of something great. He started to give me more structured beats, I felt so great getting all of this real attention. I mean, he always worried about me in the past, but never did he really care about ME, just how I affected him. But for the first time since I was born, he actually cared about who I was going to grow up to be.

....Finally my skin started to form, I was given a chance to grow and I did. That's what makes him different from most parents. Most parents try to take away who you are to make you more "refined" but Midnight Sun took who I was and developed THAT instead. He let me be me, I guess he was starting to be a half ass instead of a jackass.

....So, I'm still techno, but DAMN am I some funky ass techno. He made me this one beat, yo, it was so beautiful. I mean I could use it for hours and not get bored. Really the beat was about us. The begining of it starts with the main beat and this one instrument playing in the background (that's me) and then it gets drowned out by this other instrument (him) but after a while my sound busts over his and then our sounds start to 'argue' and finally, it slows down, gets quiet, I swear you could HEAR the instruments realizing their mistakes and then apologizing to each other, it was amazing.

....I remember that night too, I could hear the heavy thumps of that fat bastards pig feet walking across the hardwood floor. When he walked, the room would shake, not really because of his weight, but because of how he always stormed around violently. I thought the Midnight Sun was an angry bastard, but he's a scholar compared to this one. Everything about this guy wreaked of jealousy...and fish, for some reason he smelled like fish most of the time. Heru, his brother, had been letting Midnight Sun use his laptop to work on my beats. They had gotten into an argument and Midnight Sun left, I figured he'd be back in an hour or something just to blow off steam. But he didn't come home at all that night.

....And while Midnight Sun was away, HE krept up on me. All I could see was a shadow, I didn't know what was happening, it was so dark. I could feel his breath on my skin, I froze, I didn't know what to do. I was so scared I just wanted him to go away. I shut my eyes and waited, motionless for him to leave. All I felt was this terrible pain like something had been ripped out of my stomach. I felt so empty, I just wanted Kephra to come back. But he didn't come back, not for a few days. I had no idea why he left me until I heard him banging on the front door. Kephra: The GREAT AND COCKY Midnight Sun... had to BEG Heru to let him back in. After like 45 minutes of arguing through a door he finally let Kephra back in. I don't know where Kephra: The Midnight Sun went, he wouldn't tell me. But whereever he went, it made him look very sick and weak. Well, anyway, basically Heru deleted all the music Midnight Sun was making for me. I thought for sure that this was the end and I'd be left to fend for myself...but I guess Midnight Sun really loves me because instead of giving up, he just started over. The beats he makes are so complex he'd never be able to recreate them from scratch, so he tried to just make better songs for me.

....Then Kephra got kicked out again, what an asshole. This time he snuck me out with him though, it was kind of fun because I was going to get to see where he goes when he gets kicked out. After a while of walking I started to wonder where we were going. And then after a while I started to wonder if we were going anywhere. He'd back track, do weird things, he'd start pacing for no reason, or sit down and just stare at the floor. That's when I realized where he went when he was kicked out.

....Well, for a while it was more like a blur, the days just mushed together like charcoal drawings instead of memories as the days unfolded. And you know what, still he didn't give up on me. He worked on his lyrics since he couldn't make my beats. He made up his own style of sheet music since he didn't know how to write music the way your supposed to and composed beats anyway. Thank god this awesome dude Emilio came along and helped us out though. It was the best staying at his house, they even let us put some programs on his computer so we could get back to making beats. I know something had really changed in Kephra though, the beat he made which we ended up titling "Which Way Do I Go" was very dark...and strangely enough it was very different. It wasn't really techno, though it had some techno, and it wasn't really rap, it had a different feel. It was...me. I knew this was the real begining for us, so I started to get excited but tried to hide it so I didn't jinx it or anything.

....I remember while we were staying at Emilio's, Kephra started flipping out one night while I was trying to sleep. He was jumping up and down and saying "fuck you fatty, you can't hold me" and barking and shit, he's weird when he gets excited. So of course I've assumed at this point that this guys completely lost it. But then he holds up a scratched and dusty CD, he found one of our old beats "Tonights The Night" it wasn't rendered well, but it's a song from when we first started making things well, so we decided I should use it because it would show you guys how far we've come to succeed. I wish we didn't have to leave, I felt like I was part of family there.

....So then it was off to Rick's place, what a pussy. This guy Rick was a bitch, i'm surprised instead of a dick he didn't have a clit. He reminded me of a skinny Heru. He was dark and moody, unable to back up his claims, and always threatening to call the cops and kick us out when he didn't get his way. Kephra thinks that we should have been less open and honest for the sake of protecting our shelter. But I say fuck it, i'm GLAD we got kicked out of there, that pussy was rubbing off on the Midnight Sun and I'm not havin that.

....The thing about Kephra is he loses his way a lot. I never noticed that before, but after he did so much for me I started to care about what was going on in him. Sometimes he just needs to work things out himself, and other times he's searching for the words out here in the real world. After all we've been through, I don't hate him like I used to... I guess I never hated him. I just hated who he was trying to be. He's such a lone wolf, I feel bad for him sometimes because I know he's alone, but he just doesn't know how to let people in. One day he'll meet someone, I wonder what the music will sound like then.

....So anyway we got kicked out again... ha ha ha, but his oldest brother Lann finally decided to show up and took us in for a few days, while we found a new place. When we moved...again, I was starting to get stressed out because it was the roommate thing again. But Midnight Sun was fighting for raises at his job and slowly it was getting to the point where we'd be able to get our own place. So for now it'd have to do, the cool thing at this place was the guy Paul, who owned the house was a musician too. Well... he's actually the pool man in his community, but he's a good musician and very supportive of creativity.

....This was the first time I realized how detached Kephra really is from the rest of the world. He came into the room all psyched because he figured out that dryer sheets and fabric softener are what make your clothes smell nice out of the dryer. But I guess if no one's ever taught you that, how are you supposed to know, especially if you've never owned a washer and dryer... he makes me laugh.

....So anyway, we got so much done at this place. "To Grow In Hell" really stands out because I mean, Kephra tells me about the stuff that's happened to him, but he always glances over the details. I remember he had to stop recording once because he was crying, I try to get him to let things out, but he's held them in for so long, he forgot what he's hiding. He only does it when no ones looking, I peak sometimes though. He gets so frustrated when he can't write what he's feeling, he says he feels like he's locked away but doesn't want to be. He was there for me, when it was easier to just give up and do something else...he stuck by me. So I'm gonna help him get back to himself.

....ANnnnnnnnny fuckin way, back to me, I finally got some good clothes as you can see in the pic of me at the top of the page, he made those for me too. He makes everything for me which is awesome but I have to take credit for the song "Price of Freedom" which isn't just about the 9/11 tragedy, but about all the bullshit the world does to America. I'm not saying we're perfect, but nobody's denying that thousands are slaughtered by people like Saddam and Osama, if the wars we fight are really for oil, but in the process thousands of innocent people are saved...who the FUCK cares. And FUCK France...yeah. If I had a middle finger I'd be stickin it up right now. So Midnight Sun's got no clue what he wants to sing for the chorus, he's racking his brain for literally 6 months over this. You know how many people told him to quit? That if it took him that long then "obviously" it "wasn't meant to be" man... FUCK fate. I'll make my OWN damn fate. Fuckin lazy people who are too afraid to make an attempt trying to get everyone else to quit so that way they wont feel pressured to succeed.

....I'm the mutha fucka that stood up and said "Midnight Sun, listen bitch, you gotta stop trying to change the world and just say what you think, what the FUCK has the world done for us? What we have is because of us and a few good people. You are who you need to be, you always were, you don't owe anybody anything. Man-up bitch, it's time to fuckin say somethin" and you know what? He did.

The Chorus:

The feeling of Frustration, pain of submission,

she fell down, he kept on hittin, she was all alone, and he wasn't through,

I hate myself 'cause of what I didn't do

On the ground bloody, she looked at me

And she said it was worth it to finally be free

....In the song the woman represents America and the children are the people we try to protect, we get hurt so bad, but still can't help but stand up and do it again. No matter how much we bleed, it's worth it to be free. Lots of people hate this song because it contradicts the popular opinion that war is bad. I don't like war, but only a weakling stands by and does nothing as thousands get slaughtered just so some bitch with a little dick can test out his weapons. Wether we're wrong or right, WE and a few good people did something.

....So bla bla bliggidy bla bla here we are at present day, I've got one more song to go, I think my clothes need to be taylored a little bit for the printing company, but whatever it'll get done soon. I'm glad you guys could take the time to read a little bit about ME, the 'artist' always gets all of the attention so it's good to see some real people who know that though 90% of what the Midnight Sun has is because of him, that other 10% is what's kept him safe and sane.

I'm sure there's a lot of people out there who have felt what seems like never ending pain, I wish I could say some great profound thing that would make it all go away. I wish I could protect everyone from the bad things. But I've come to realize that I just can't. All I can do is have faith in you and beleive that you can do it on your own. Just remember:

No matter how dark it seems, the sun will always shine.

 

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