The crusade to undermine the bloated, cash stuffed corpse of corporate monotony has ended. Asses were busted, pleas presented over the air, pleading with listeners to contribute to independent culture that is ever shrinking in our monetarily obsessed culture. I gave my sanity for a cause. I went on air to spread my hope for a future of anti-commercial media. 22 hours. I was on air for 22 hours. All we have are the listeners. They literally are what keeps us on the air. We get our funds, our ability to operate, from them. I can't operate like a normal human being at the moment. My sensors are so frazzled I can hardly conjure up a coherent thought. I developed an immunity to caffeine due to Red Bull and coffee propping my corpse up. People are calling me certifiably insane. I am spent. Actually, I was spent on Wednesday. I am hung out to dry, swaying with the breeze, waiting to be targeted by bird crap and wayward bugs and shit. And in the end, we came this close to reaching our stated goals. I kind of feel like we...not fail...but tied. If I had a sister, it would be like kissing her.
Anywhoo, I'm a bit 1190'd out right now. I'm taking a break, until tomorrow night when I have a show. haha. Expect some changes coming with Culture Clash-related online material, and hopefully a more insightful, knowledgeable show with more new music.
And thanks to you who donated. And to my dad, for donating during my show. And he's probably the only one who will read this except for me, and that's a stretch.
Peace,
~Rev. Adam
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