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DJPants​.​eth Presents: The #NFTBlues

by chris portka

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(not) too much medicine 02:20
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YOLO #Dickspo 02:33
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i like you so much 03:50
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doge (you're surrounded by love) 00:41
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square circle poetry 01:07
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Psoriasis Crocs (Gimme Crocs) 02:21
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leach leach 00:04
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art is made 03:22
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SURGERY 1.mp3 00:35
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moggits 01:22
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mou reed 00:48
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take care of your body 01:23
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Revenge of the Psy Crocs 00:59
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What a Hipster 00:48
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The #NFTBlues 04:20
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Ya'll Booj Ya'll Boom (Crystal Dentist) 01:34
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Texas Coffee 02:34
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Cazadero 06:58
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blueberry corn apes 01:10
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Psychedelic Psoriasis Crocs III 01:27
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Surgery in D 01:13
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Pull His Jumper 01:17
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Last Night an NFT Saved / Took My Life 01:41
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losing my hashbrownsNFTCommunity edge 03:40
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1 HOUR PSY CROC N PSYCH ROCK SHILLATHON MELTDOWN 00:04
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I Love You Psy Crocs 01:56
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you can't have me / who am i 01:41
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about

I am an artist. I have legs which hurt from sitting and looking at a screen in an uncomfortably frozen position. Knees locked 170 degrees behind. A slow tapping foot feels tap tap tap on the ground. I’m tired all the time. I think about stupidity and the sky all the time.

I bounce around - room to room, hour to hour - humming wacky platitudes and animal noises. “I’m tired” is what a bear is repeating somewhere. These things come from my subconscious. My father does it a bit too. Well, a bit? Fuck really he does it a lot: to max eyeball goug-

just like me. I like repeating measures - and the older I’ve gotten, the more I enjoy dissonance and rough mistakes in sound. Not that my “early work” was clean on the ears (see the previous-decade’s guttural death howl album “first breathe, best breathe”).

Now, here I am smoking it day by day as part of the process trying to heat it all up. We’re so cold all the time. This age is frigid as fuck: everything steel plastic screen.

The process: write, sing, inspo, amazing thin crust pizza with homemade ranch or sante fe spice slow cooked and shredded with a caramelized crust, repeat.

I strive for the moment, get me up and thinking and wanting to do things - plus externalities to taste as creative input: color - smells - foreign sun - acidic words.

I wanted to be a writer when I was a kid. “Keep a journal everyday” I told myself. I lasted one week.

I always want to make music. My Dad played guitar - but not for me. He had no interest in showing me. I learned all on my own - by taking his guitar.

In my childhood, music was unrealized potential - a beautiful yearning pain. I was deathly afraid of singing and could not use my voice.. although the quiet wove itself into a pleasant blanket.

I sang only with the greatest difficulty and embarrassment. A 2 hour panic attack, frozen while holding my guitar in front of my first girlfriend. Voice was my biggest fear in the world.

Years later, on the advice of my therapist, I started voice movement therapy. Daily singing and practicing commenced - now going on 7 years.

Music is a portal into a world outside this world. The meaning of things is inherently abstract. Form, shape, sound - ideas of things but not actual things. Music lets us feel concepts and emotions at the speed of thought.

I can let go, leave myself behind, and come back to report what I found. Maybe we all can.

I float in haze and come to the ground. I bounce as a bounce (nobody’s going to care a thing you say when you write that abstractly). Keep it inside ok thanks I will show nobody now.

So the years passed by, I toiled alone in dozens of apartments and with a few wonderful dogs. This album is the culmination of a life aching for vibration.

This album is a celebration of my favorite person and my favorite puppy dog. I feel seen and loved in a way that’s been fundamentally lacking in my life and I’m so grateful for both and love them so much I don’t know what to do.

This album is a celebration of the community and support I’ve found. Thank you to everyone who has done anything - a word, a song, an nft, a tweet. I feel connected to a wonderful artistic community, like a modern New York Warhol art scene of exciting nerds, weirdos, and grinders.

I try to enjoy the darkness and be grateful for the light. Humans pass things down over the years and those things change and morph to have a life of their own.. running silent, running deep.

The cover is by the great twitter.com/GhostintheWiFi
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I Love You Psy Crocs has a wonderful video by twitter.com/0xhansondex
Also available for 1Eth on Opensea
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released November 5, 2021

I like to write and play and sing.

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chris portka Oakland, California

i'm chris portka. i write, perform, and produce music. i also play live shows. good luck with everything.

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