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I stopped playing on the street because FUCK THESE PEOPLE WHO VOTED FOR OUR DEMISE! I watched them fucking cheer it on after Biden was "officially" declared the winner. I was there screaming at people outside the counting center who were cheering on "count *all* votes". I refused to fucking play on the streets for these demonic pieces of shit.

Well I decided I'm tired of people being miserable pieces of shit. So I went out to play some of my most lightening stuff. They (the people) were all super fucking miserable. I mean super miserable. And I mean ALL of them.

When I used to play (in Trump times) people lightened up. People stopped and talked. People loved it. People stopped and listened. It made their days better and happier.

Now people were basically so miserable they were basically dead. All of them.

I stopped playing on the street because FUCK THESE PEOPLE WHO VOTED FOR OUR DEMISE! I watched them fucking cheer it on after Biden was "officially" declared the winner. I was there screaming at people outside the counting center who were cheering on "count \*all\* votes". I refused to fucking play on the streets for these demonic pieces of shit. Well I decided I'm tired of people being miserable pieces of shit. So I went out to play some of my most lightening stuff. They (the people) were all super fucking miserable. I mean *super* miserable. And I mean *ALL* of them. When I used to play (in Trump times) people lightened up. People stopped and talked. People loved it. People stopped and listened. It made their days better and happier. Now people were basically so miserable they were basically dead. *All* of them.

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I just go out and play and noodle like I would at home. Eventually I'm doing some epic songs.

I'll literally go out and start with "doot". "DOOT DOOT". "high doot". "Low doot". "random spinny bluesly lick just going up down the blues scale". Pick a song. Doot through it in parts and pieces in wonky lengths etc. Then when I've got the audience / scene fully inundated and all the bugs of the song kinked out while wonking, epic attempt at the song.