My music on 93Ra # 1. Introduction: a request about using my YouTube content

Please do not download my songs from YouTube. When you use an online converter or a secondary piece of software to extract audio from YouTube, the result is usually an MP3 or M4A file. Both are lossy formats, which means they alter the sound in ways that undermine the neuropsychoactive effect I intended to create. Even if you choose a high bitrate such as 320 kbps, those sources seldom deliver the true high‑quality audio that the number implies.

I understand the temptation. Downloading from YouTube is convenient—there are free sites that do the conversion for you. I’ll admit this is personal: I love music, and for most of my life I haven’t been a prolific buyer of albums—I've only purchased two. Later I stopped paying for music, and for a long time I didn’t appreciate what it takes to create and craft a particular sound. Listening to a carefully produced track rendered through heavy compression is like seeing a detailed painting through frosted glass: the intent is obscured, contours are blurred, and the emotional impact is diminished.

There are a few services that offer near‑perfect downloads, but they typically charge per song or album. I don’t want to put a price on my content—at least not yet.

. I’m not trying to become a commercial pop icon or to exploit fans. I’m not X Y posting tear‑jerking clips to rack up followers and cash in on fan sentiment. I’m not some commodified image plastered over YouTube trying to attract attention with sex appeal. I consider myself more of a scientist in my approach to sound than a conventional songwriter.

That said, I know not all my lyrics are complex, nor is complexity the point. I wanted the beat to shine, not my appearance or my tears. The lyrics were gathered over many years, passing through different stages of my life and shaped by the emotions I experienced during those times. 

Many of my songs are only one verse long because I liked the beat, and I produced the tracks the way I wanted them. I’m tired of chopping up other artists’ songs to make them fit my taste. So I created my own tracks. I’m disappointed by how far the appreciation of artistry has fallen and by the casual redefinition of what music is today. Knowing how to sing is different from knowing how to cry on demand; one is a skill rooted in technique and science, the other can be pure drama. They aren’t the same, and conflating them cheapens both.