I was always more of a poet than a singer.

I was never going to settle for any other path than letting people see what was truly inside of them.

I wanted to be just that, I wanted to be boundless, and I wanted to be king, king of nothing in particular but a rippling consciousness that could perhaps bring change. I didn’t want to be arrogant or pretentious either. It wasn’t about me in my body, it was just fascinating and curious to be here on this plane of existence and to have this outreach and in a way just have access to the world in its entirety. I wanted no boundaries and I was incredibly conscious that I was wanting more than what this world could offer me, it just wasn’t enough.

This world couldn’t hold me, after all, I got so sick of playing “light my fire”

All I wanted to do was share my deep internal process but I don’t think anyone really wanted to receive that.

I think they just wanted me at some point to be what they wanted me to be.

Not saying there weren’t those who had that fascination or pull, I had some around me who often said things to keep me grounded, it was just that there was only one person and that was Pamela who encouraged me to write my poetry and to just be regardless of my deep curiosity with death and destruction which I know seems like a generic, deeply wounded poet who wants to die …well, in so many ways that was me and I can’t change that, I wouldn’t want to.

I was on the path to death either way, whatever that means. nothing was going to save me or make anything go away.

I came to show what it would be like to hold what I did and to actually be known for it, I guess this was an example to pave the way for others who hold something so big that it just can’t be fully held or processed here.

That’s what I am, something still being processed and held by the collective as there was a ripple effect in the music, in the barriers I broke and confidently broke.

Honestly, a lot of what I said went miles and miles over their heads.

I could never take myself that seriously either, that’s why I had to show my cock on stage and make a spectacle. I really do believe that’s what people wanted, to just see me lose it, they loved it and they fed off of it.

I was here to break that first wave into the very damaged psyche and definition that others had made for us around what it means to be alive.

I just couldn’t hold it all, not then…

Love Jimbo

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