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Song Submission - Must be outta my mind - From Mark Rad

When G-d created me somewhere deep in the reaganified 80’s, he hardly thought about what the I was. I am house music, the much maligned cousin of pop, r&b and Kraftwerk. at first, I  was Disco for the robotic angels, sounds from a distant heaven called Chicago, where everyone wore fancy dresses and drank cheap, cheap beer. G-d saw that I would be destroyed. First, he combined me with my ugly Detroit cousin named Techno, a veritable Cain to House’s subtle Abel. This was an unholy matrimony i undertook - I was not techno, techno was not I, yet people didn’t care - robot music sounds the same. I would much rather enter a deal with the devil than do that again. it was disgusting to see this marriage for me, when we were polar opposites - one aggressive and male dominated, soon to sound like a bunch of screeching thunderbolts battering on g-d’s on tin foil covered phone, should he ever get off his lazy bedridden ass - and me, polite, melodic female -  with sounds as light as a feather in a concert of pillows, but with a heavy dose of energy. 

it’s now been over 26 years, and people, g-d in particular, can not seperate me from Techno. each angle has spit on House by now. What am I? they’ve raved in the techno wastelands, they’ve eaten me as an acid variant, they’ve stomped on my soles on their yellow roads to the Motor City. the true believers know that me, house, is still waiting to be unshackled for fresh air, techno has dominated the electronic dungeon too long. it’s time for the divorce to begin.

I am House, and i have been unfaithful to my Techno. good riddance. i am free and he is not. I am non believer now. let me bring you the sound of crackling synths and 2-1-2 bass/drum lines. I am worth it now. you have spent too long in the Techno ghettos, in dirty warehouses with graying Ford Logo’s, in bombed out pharmacies clad in nothing but a neon jumpsuit and a gas mask. I will not be ignored now. my music is the sound of freedom whipping through the air, dancing in the water, and Beyonce. press your suits and dresses my minions, drink that fancy blue drank. we are free of our oppressors. my world domination has only just begun with my recent trip to divorce court. watch out world, I am coming and never leaving you again. 

The angels can stay filthy for only so long.