I don’t do drugs. I’m on the road to full abstention from alcohol, and I steer clear of most parties. In fact, the only time I welcome the notion of large crowds is when I entertain them. On the surface my life mimics the concert hall for the world’s smallest violin. I’m not that boring though.
It’s been a while since we’ve spoken. Or rather, since I’ve spoken and you’ve read and called me to tell me about the things I’ve spoken of. Since then I’ve been finding out more about the business. You know, things like getting quarterly checks from a song you did years ago and how to ensure models don’t squander all your royalties on cocaine and fancy lingerie. I’ve recorded some songs too.
A gross amount of music has vacated my fingertips recently. Working on two projects simultaneously after I leave my day job interrupts much of my daily relaxation plans. The irony is that much of this new music reminds me of things I stated in the first paragraph. You see, I don’t live that typical rapper life.
I’m not balling, and even when I’m balling, I’m not balling. I’m pretty low key. I’m extroverted with my intentions and introverted when it comes to my personal life. I’m inspired by nature, man’s failure, and people’s explanations of why abstract art is meaningful. I’m vicariously Robert Frost, only much more tan and exciting.
Even with all the life experience people tell me I’m missing, I somehow still have things to write about. Music is about the world from your perspective. I consider myself a quiet sentinel. I’m observant. I’m attentive. I’m usually the elephant in the room. I sound like a Batman movie.
I spend time questioning what I’m doing. I think before I speak. Conversely, I jump into life knowing consequences and take risks that could put my soul on the line. I’m a conundrum. I represent the lifelong battle of man versus himself. I hope to win someday.