Happy 4/20 to all who celebrate!  I sure wish that I could celebrate with potential readers this year but sadly I have to keep writing for my many new projects, including "The Lemon Drop Sessions: Our Cosmic Year"!.  I've included an excerpt from Our Cosmic Year's first issue, which is forthcoming, as well as a couple of images from my other side project, Street Cred Milk!  Please, enjoy responsibly or something...

Best Regards

Will P. Bennett

LDS_ Our Cosmic Year...

 Introduction

Finally, an online magazine. All of my work, published or unpublished, has led me to this great moment. A moment of... actually, I'm not sure I feel much of anything. No, that's not true, I do feel some relief. A pressure in the back of my head, since I first started trying to jam with friends in basements or dens or garages when I was 12, is finally, slightly less irritating than it has been.

Anger really is the emotion we understand the least, even though it obviously affects all of our lives the most. I only started writing this project because I wanted to make fun of music and people who make music and the childish hopes and dreams that come with making music -- and I am absolutely the same as the people who I'm intending to make fun of. The only difference between me and any other aspiring musician is that I am theoretically more interested in playing live, in theory. Like, if I was in a band, and someone in the band said something fucking insane like, "We should play live, sometime this year!!" I would then be inclined to agree with that statement because I am technically a member of the band, which as far as I know is a vehicle for playing music amongst a group.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that, in my experience, musicians in the state of Connecticut are overly concerned with status. All we seem to care about is getting sh*t for free that is honestly not that expensive. In 2026, the price of a car is something like $18,000, and for a very small fraction of that number of dollars you could easily become one of the greatest musicians in the entire United States of America.

But will you recoup on your investment?? Yes, of course you will. As long as you don't expect strumming the acoustic guitar to save your whole entire life, you will easily be able to see the benefits of playing music, alone or with other people.

Music is a f***ing party trick, it really is. The "search to find a new sound" is completely overblown. Even if you do find a new sound, and everyone around you knows for a fact that you're responsible for the discovery, you will still mysteriously not be making any money for playing this new sound that you found and introduced to everyone who is still milling around.

Just to be clear (if not concise), I'm not saying we don't need music. Maybe we do, maybe we don't. We seem to prefer to have music, am I wrong? I mean, even the most weak-sauce little clip of swing jazz seems to be enough for most elevators and restaurants on a Friday night, and that has been true for longer than the life span of any cellular phone. Anyway, welcome to "The Lemon Drop Sessions: Our Cosmic Year." This is Issue #1

Your Problem with Alcohol

Your problem with alcohol is that you and every single other person in our society would rather frolic and goof around with others and talk about stupid bu****it than drag themselves through a day of work. Most jobs are stupid, and the so-called task of defending your stupid job from being stolen by Artificial Intelligence smacks of utter pointlessness. Even so, spending two or three nights a week at some restaurant buying beers and killing time can and should get old at some point, unless of course you have kids or a job that you consider to be valuable. If you have kids or a job that you consider to be valuable, I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to help you, because I have neither of those? So.

My Sweet Tooth Has Subsided With Age And I Actually Don't Like That, It Concerns Me

I used to work for a NYC catering company that specialized in classy office parties. It feels strange, especially now, to have so many memories of employees being celebrated all over Manhattan. Anyway I was at this one office building, and I saw half a yogurt in the fridge... wow, this is why I chose music instead of stand-up comedy. Never mind this mini-article, alright? Just forget that I said anything.

Exclusive Images from Street Cred Milk