CAC War KittyCAC War Kitty: A beautiful yin and yang between electronic dance music and all that is experimental.

Outlaw. Renegade. Contrarian. Loner. Rebel. I guess I’ve been called all of these and more. I don’t mind. It’s always been in my nature. Bob Dylan once said, “To live outside the law you must be honest.” Take it to heart. This is me, stripped naked to bone and sinew. Unable to do things the way they are ’supposed’ to be done because I am unable to follow rules or accept them. I stand for myself and create my own direction. I must move on.

I am this way because music is life. It is the essence of me. It is my being. Music is strong with a soul unto itself. It takes me and it consumes me. It is my choice. I must move on.

If it can be imagined, it can be done. I believe in this. If it is dreamed, I can make it so. This is my happiness. This may or may not be easy for me but it is real. It is honest. To thine own self be true. It is a must. Pursue: Truth. I must move on.

It’s been said that you need an Image. I have no Image. I move too fast. I see only a man. People can’t see that. They are more comfortable if they can pigeonhole you. They have a problem. It is not of my concern. I must move on.

My judge of character is acute. My standards are high. In the end, all we have is our character. Don’t cross me. I will remember. People take credit for all sorts of things that are not their own. I can see through this. People are afraid of that. I must move on.

I don’t have time to ask permission. So, I just do it. If someone has a problem with that, they can say so. They do say so or they choose to ignore. That is easy for them. I understand that. But, shit happens and things change. I must move on.

But even in my spirit there is a conscience. One that guides me and knows it’s own way. It is free. It is freedom. There are no rules. There is no limit. It is right for me. I see nothing wrong in that. I hurt no one. I must move on.

The music is my mirror. It is what most will see, all that is to be known. It is the creation, the process, and the thing that generates the result. Others assume it. Who knows when or where it starts. It can be anything. Once the music is made, it is no longer mine. The interpretation is for others. It has left the vessel. I must move on.

I get bored easily. I cannot stand still. So I make things happen, and I make things happen without thought. I just ‘do’. It is my reality. I live with it. I must move on.

There are only eight notes and one is a repeat. There is much music to be made. And I move on.