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Another artist performance site to exist nowhere for a moment that in relative terms never really existed in an alternative and pop art in vivo artist performance art psychotherapist world
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Dive into my world of vibrant chaos and intentional intrigue. I thrive on questioning everything—myself, others, the universe. My art isn’t for everyone, but if you’re lost, lonely, contemplating the edge, or grappling with the weight of existence as an atheist, agnostic, or nihilist, I hope it strikes a chord with you
This song from Sin Sevens explores emotional numbness, alienation, and performative existence through the recurring motif of “CCTV” as a metaphor for detachment and surveillance. The lyrics juxtapose a lack of feeling with the pressures of societal expectations, particularly the need to perform and conform. Themes of disconnection are threaded through imagery of adolescence, fleeting love, and masked identities, while moments of introspection reveal a desire to escape.
“Back Against the Wall” by Sin Sevens is a fun, upbeat pop anthem about facing challenges with confidence and a carefree attitude. The lyrics playfully explore the idea of pushing through tough times, saving up for a brighter future, and not getting bogged down by life’s pressures. With catchy "Oh OHOH OH" hooks and a vibe that’s both light and defiant, the song encourages listeners to stay optimistic and ready to fly away when the time is right.
"Hotel Atlanta" by Crisis Artist Sin Sevens is a haunting exploration of psychological turmoil and disorientation. The song's eerie lyrics paint a surreal narrative of waking up in a mysterious hotel, bound and blindfolded, grappling with physical and emotional pain. As the protagonist navigates through unsettling scenes in different locations, the recurring question of escape underscores a deep sense of entrapment and existential dread, making the track a chilling dive into the human psyche.
"Retribution" by Sin Sevens is a slow, ethereal ballad that delves into the depths of sorrow and loss. The lyrics paint a haunting picture of a summer day in New York, where the protagonist is engulfed in memories and the weight of grief. With melancholy imagery and a delicate, almost ghostly atmosphere, the song explores the fragile line between life and death, and the futile attempts to recapture what’s been lost. It's a poignant reflection on the painful realities of loss, memory, and the elusive nature of closure.
This track will likely resonate with anyone who has grappled with grief and the complex emotions that come with it, making it a standout in Sin Sevens' discography.
"Romeo and Juliet" by Sin Sevens is an unexpected, upbeat techno track that reimagines the tragic tale with a pulsating rhythm and energetic beats. The song contrasts its dark, Shakespearean lyrics with a driving techno backdrop, creating a unique blend of classical drama and modern electronic music. The repetitive chorus, "For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo," is paired with high-energy synths and bass, making it a danceable, yet haunting, tribute to the iconic love story.
Sin Sevens' "Romeo and Juliet" is an electrifying techno track that fuses Shakespeare's timeless tragedy with a pulsating beat. The song, built around the iconic chorus "For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo," captures the tragic love story's essence with a modern twist. Featuring clips from the 1908 American film rendition directed by J. Stuart Blackton, starring Paul Panzer and Florence Lawrence, the track contrasts upbeat rhythms with the timeless sorrow of doom
"Comedy of Poverty" by Sin Sevens is an unexpectedly upbeat piano ballad that contrasts lively melodies with sharp social commentary. Featuring clips from the 1923 horror film "Warning Shadows" and the 1907 burlesque "Le Cochon Danseur," the song explores the absurdity of wealth and power. With clever lyrics like "Echelons laugh along the comedy of poverty," Sin Sevens critiques the elite's detachment from reality, all while delivering a catchy, ironic tune that sticks with you long after it end
"LEGO ME" by Sin Sevens is a whimsical, pop-infused anthem about love, insecurity, and finding yourself in someone else. The playful lyrics paint vivid scenes of late-night adventures in Belgium, emotional vulnerability, and the desire to be shaped and understood by a partner. With catchy hooks like "Lego me and build me up," the song captures the essence of trying to piece together love and life, all wrapped in a fun, upbeat melody that makes you want to sing along.
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Before I dive in, the whole "Do I know you?" on my phone over and over is getting really old and seriously annoying. If you want to talk to me, just say so. Telling me I gave you my number at some party of a friend of a friend? That’s not starting a conversation—it’s getting your number blocked and deleted. And rethink your shaming approach—it’s another misstep.
This site? It’s my little world. Subscribe for free, and you’ll have my eternal gratitude plus access to my wildly inconsistent daily journaling, some lo-fi videos with music I’ve created, and a collection of random photos I’ve gathered along the way. If you’re just here to snoop on someone’s life without subscribing; if it’s been allowed to stay up, you can check out my older journal—your typical musings of a psychotic, bipolar, PTSD-laden introvert living on the edge, often too intense for their own good and waiting for the end. Just your everyday nobody. Yep, I’m that bored.
These are my general thoughts and craziness—or are they? As a therapist, I’ve seen a lot of different versions of the self (shoutout to Goffman, though I’ve recently re-listened and am questioning its outdated racial stance). Now, I’m on the other side of the desk or couch, and I see pieces of myself in many who come to me for "help." But therapy isn’t about the therapist—it’s about you and your journey to self-acceptance. We’re all on that path, no matter how well we play at being adults. So, drop your guard here. I’m not here to harm—just to make sure you have some fun along the way.
Who: Sin Sevens—just my name flipped, shortened, and for now, the "T" is on vacation. I’ve learned that promising to do something often leads to the opposite outcome—just another truth of my life. Reality might be an illusion, but damn, it’s a persistent one. Sometimes, the table we knock on really is wood.
What: A repository of thoughts and musings. Some of us live for the universe, and the universe for us, but how surreal is it to be a solipsist? It’s a unique kind of loneliness, where if you’re a reflection of me, I’m a reflection of you. I used to think what I read was more metaphorical than real, but now, I see it leaning more towards reality, though still malleable.
Why: I’ve known we create reality for a long time, and I’ve been searching for you for even longer. Please, find me before we make the jump again and reset the game. The tables turn, the sides flip. I’ve lost those I thought I loved, and now I’m stuck here, entertaining myself with thoughts and ideas that are sometimes only palatable in small doses—sometimes expressed in ways that aren’t exactly sophisticated. So, if curse words, human nature, or convoluted thinking offend you, I’m probably not your cup of tea.
Where/When: I’m trying to pull an idea from thin air, so bear with me... I’ll let you know where I’ll be, and if only the ghosts show up, I’ll never have to confront what truly pains me. One of the most awkward people I’ve been thus far in expressing myself.
I remember a long time ago, I was either in college or grad school and would wake uI remember back in college or grad school, I'd hit the gym early before starting my day. There was this person on the treadmill who’d belt out songs through their headphones, completely oblivious to the rest of us awkwardly exchanging crusty, annoyed glances—except for those also lost in their own music. I found it fascinating that they didn’t seem to care that a room full of fit Los Angelenos was staring and glaring. Every day, for months, they showed up, unbothered, until I eventually moved. I never spoke to them, but inside, I wondered what it takes to have that kind of confidence—the ability to be your true self, no matter the context, and shift effortlessly from one situation to another. It reminded me of one of my first acting teachers, who made a fool of himself on the first day of class to show us that letting go of the ego means not caring. Watching these people terrified and excited me at the same time. After all, who are we but the sum of what we’ve read, watched, heard, learned, and discovered?p for the gym before my day. This person on the treadmill used to have headphones on and would sing to the songs as they worked out, and the rest of the gym, in awkward silence, would look back and forth at each other with their crusty annoyed looks, well the ones that didn't also have headphones on. On the other hand, I found it fascinating that this person didn't seem to care that a room full of fit Los Angelenos was staring and glaring. And every day for months, this person showed up until I moved. I never talked to them, but secretly inside, I asked the universe what it takes to be confident enough to be how you might behave at home and still have the mental wherewithal to change from station to station and context to context. Or like one of my first acting teachers that acted like a complete idiot on (as an example) the first day of class to demonstrate that to let the ego go is not to care. These observations of others terrified me and excited me at the same time. Who are we but constructions of what we've read, watched, heard, learned, and discovered?
We are but a fleeting moment—a grain of sand on the shore, easily forgotten, if ever remembered at all. Our cherished memories are merely brief flickers that soon drift beyond reach, into the metaphorical sky and spirit. Do you observe this tiny world from above? Could you tip the balance of the world with little consequence? Some sources might say no. Yet, I find that the less tethered I am to the material world, the more ethereal it becomes, a balance that is, paradoxically, both enchanting and dark.
And if you've made it this far, you can find me on Instagram at Sin_Sevens. This is a nod to anyone of age, regardless of how unconventional it may seem—an homage to Miss Bette Midler and her early days at a bathhouse. Perhaps today's equivalent would be the GrowLR app, where you'll often catch me live, doing whatever it is that a crisis artist does; all genders and presentations are welcome, just be an adult. Please note, this is the only "LIVE" channel—reach out on other platforms only if you understand the context.
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Well it's not gonna be that much of a secret, but I figure if you've made it down here you deserve a gold star. Did you know I like to spell my name like this: 51N 53v3N5 - I wonder if other music platforms know that too? And if you find it, I promise you will forever be my scary little monster...
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