I give all my thanks and all I am to my Lord and Savior.
Apart from Him I can do nothing. With Him all things are possible.
I'm schizophrenic, bipolar,.
agoraphobic and have lived a pretty limited and
sheltered life. I'm also an artist and musician.
The ZUGU Project is my life's dream
to use the gifts God's given and give back.
I believe that people with Mental Illness
can live full, healthy and productive lives
if given the proper support, medical care,
resources and opportunity.
We want to End the Stigma.
Anthony Albanese
GIVE. LOVE. LIVE.
Anthony Albanese, the CEO of ZUGU Records, has a multi-decade background in music that spans performance, production, and artist advocacy. Based in Salem, Ohio, he has focused much of his career on integrating musical arts with mental health awareness.
His background in the industry includes:
Founder of The ZUGU Project: Albanese founded this initiative as a non-profit "musical exhibition" focused on mental health advocacy. The project’s debut album, One, released in 2022, featured collaborations with multiple Grammy and Oscar-winning artists, including Robert L. Smith, Mark Prentice, and Jim Brick.
Production and Collaboration: He has worked extensively as a producer and musician, often blending genres such as heavy metal, pop, and alternative. His work frequently involves global collaborators and high-level industry professionals to create social-impact music.
Industry Partnerships: Albanese has a history of securing significant industry deals. Before his current partnership with AMG and Universal Music Group, The ZUGU Project had distribution agreements with Sony Music Group and KDM Records for the Asian market, as well as a deal with MTV to feature music in their programming.
Technological Integration: His recent work reflects an interest in emerging technologies, including the use of AI in music production and parody, exemplified by the 2025 musical and video releases of The Rose Petals.
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WILLOW TREE | Part One
A river runs beneath the Willow tree.
Can you hear it? Can you see?
It makes no sound; it has no plea.
Through hallowed ground and broken bone.
With velvet seeds of dust and stone.
Of earth n' mud and deeds undone.
Lost amidst a blackened sun.
These hazel eyes have seen no fear,
they shed no tears.
Yet still the waters rise.
Can you hear it? Can you see?
A river runs beneath the Willow tree.
(A.A.)
KNOW ME NOT | Willow Tree Part 2
You don't know who I am.
For I have been hidden
within this wounded earth.
You have seen my hands;
bloody and broken,
glazed with dirt and mud..
You have heard my voice;
faint and desperate,
shaken with doubt and fear.
You have touched my skin;
weathered and torn,
aged with time and tears.
Still, you don't know me.
You never will.
You will never know my pain,
my love, my joy or dreams.
Nor will you ever see my hope,
my fullness, my flaws or failings.
I am hidden.
Have you seen me?
I am hidden beneath this tree
who's roots grow deep,
thick and long.
I have screamed.
Have you heard me?
I am trapped within this cell
who's walls grew firm,
thick and strong.
I am here.
I have been here since birth.
I have been held within this web
of hardened wood and solid stone.
I have been silenced by this mud.
These roots have been nourished and fed
by hands I can't see.
They are alive, tangled and growing.
Yet still, this tree that once was to be
has withered and died;
having left no seed, fruit or leaves.
The fullness of this tree that once was to be:
it's strength and calming shade
and all that should have been.
Will be not.
Those tender hands which fed the soil
and broke the ground in which I rest.
Those footsteps that still whisper today;
Will be not.
For these hands,
these bruised and bloody hands;
they have toiled in vain.
(A.A.)
RELATIVITY'S ABSENCE
I am one or the other
to which I am still undecided.
I am either a coward for hiding
or brave for withstanding.
One seems more desirable
than the other.
Yet the other seems more plausible
than the first
If I choose one over the other,
the one I accept
becomes the one I deny.
This confuses me
because I understand it clearly.
(A.A.)
Anybody still here? Thanks for coming this far and tolerating the purge! You guys are heroes!
Much Love! (you earned it)
Anthony
....still here?
One more since you asked:)
A MILLION WORDS
I met a man of a million words
who knew a man of a million more.
He spoke without speaking
of things unseen
and worthy of keeping.
He sought without seeking
and without giving he gave.
In silence he suffered,
and in suffering he saved.
He is without being
all that was or ever could be.
Hidden eternally, unwritten
for each and all to see.
(A.A.)
I owe you dinner, thanks for hanging with my oddities!
Sending you a double dose of massive amounts of good stuff!
Much Love,
Anthony
Isaiah 38:
15 But what can I say? He has spoken to me, and He himself has done this. I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.
16 Lord, by such things people live; and my spirit finds life in them too.
