IT still stands. My love for John Frusciante… but as I moved deeper into honoring /grievechronic\the way I hear & see it, the way it was and is given, it shapeshifted. It was all about not just embracing my art, it was about loving and living out my artistic 🫀, here. And knowing… how debilitating going into all that nonsense raw as a celestial could potentially be. To be able to be heartbroken by this place …and then to heal, to get you can’t be stopped By it all in horror and disgust, but instead that’s why your ass got sent in, to shore up clean hearted kindred barreling into this plain so they can be soothed seeing you Doing it…and you gotta steel your way through the nonsense To give Them that… he’s been composing the soundtrack to that for me since breaking the girl.

&what’s weird in hindsight for me is that when I was in my early 20s, before launching the line, in underground princess mode my love in nyc was this Italian dude from northern Italy who was a a young, classical guitar phenom who looked just like this. He kept me company after iii came back from my dalliance in my own pocket of hell in 96/97. Spitting image of how John looked when he came back Up from underground in 99.