Taken from Bandcamp "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 mus