Seriously, is there anything this woman can't do?

/RIP Head Gap :(/ edition

Welp, pack it up Sinatra bros. The President of Music said it's racist to like him.

Sabrina carpenter is pedo bait

Morrissey is a pole-smoking faggot and he's gonna burn in hell

>nooo! Traffic must stop for me so I can complete my humiliation ritual! You have to so as I say, I'm better than you because I made some shitty music in the 60s!!!!

>Be 13
>Walk into skate shop
>Random folk punk/ska type song is playing
>Don't know what genre it is so I call it "rock rap"
>Like what I hear but don't know where to look
What are some songs in this style?

will we get a britpop revival in the 2020s?

Are you brat?

I feel like I have so many songs in me, deep in my heart, but I feel like a mute, like I can't get a word out, like if I had been crying
I suppose there might be a narcisism that makes me feel this, and I do wish to see real-life manifestations of the regard I have for myself, but deep down what inspires me is my gratitute towards all the beauty I could experience with music. It's like I want to leave a prayer for the church of the sublime.
Even so, there is this deep shame that seems to make me unable to get anything out there.
Due to this, there's this feeling I'll just have to take a leap of faith into it, forget everything about it, and just try to work on "my craft", if it exists. Seems like if I stay in the path I'm in, I'll just keep giving only part of my soul to that I care about... which seems like not giving a tree enough water for it to bear any fruit.
Have you dealt with this?
What can I do?