I spend a lot of time alone, writing, singing, and playing. Making music brings me great joy and relief, much unlike even looking out my front window. People come and go, and they will all betray you eventually for their own interests. I just quit my job, and cut nearly all of the ties I had remaining in the sad little town in which I live, in order to bounce around the United States for the remainder of 2014. My mission, to undermine contemporary American culture with guerrilla tactics and street-level, face to face performances. None of the tried-and-true methods of exposure and advancement for artists are untainted by corporate cash, and thus cultural cancer. In this system, the art is second to the dollar. More importantly, there is no freedom of expression. When the world in which you live sickens you to behold and understand, and all of the roads to sharing your art and a modicum of social and financial stability are blocked to you because you're either too smart, or not a size 00, the only answer is DIY. The only answer is revolution. Join me comrades, let us burn down this gulag that's been made for us: the American artist! This is my manifesto. This is my last will and testament. I have nothing to leave you when I go, so I give you what is left of me. I give you my song.