Blogging can wait...

Yea how ironic that me as a writer find a challenge to get on here and blog...maybe its the business of music that captures more of my attention as of late or the desire to understand life unfolding around me so that I may transcribe these words as beautiful specimens to be prodded and examined by naked eyes. This journey has been one of learning, growing and changing in matters of seconds. I have discovered that the more I learn the less I still seem to know I'm able to adapt to being comfortable with the rules that have been set before me. Never-the-less I am working hard although you may not be able to read every drop of anticipation about my full album release 'Pulse' I am breathing it, living it, sleeping (trying to at least), and eating it. It is everything that I am and nothing less. Everyone is blogging now even Oprah so its like I have to work even harder. People yearn to know every ounce of your day and what our those blood, sweat, and tears so they too can be apart of this journey that is wholeheartedly yours alone. I remember though that I too had idols and that I was the biggest Michael Jackson fan then again who wasn't. Thiller sold 25 million albums around the world its hard to miss why MJ was hot! You wanted him to take off the shades, take off the glove, wonder why he was sleeping in a oxygen tank, what was his obsession with Diana Ross or Elizabeth Taylor. We critiqued him on every single thing that he did to get a clear picture of who was this genius. Geniuses are strange and weird and this is the very nature of their essence to embody what they believe. This unknown that we try to capture and explain cannot be put into words. I can type and tell you of my day to day, but my mind you cannot hold, examine, experiment on to better understand who I am. This is a journey you will have to take in scattered fragments of historic truths, living legacies, facts, and he/she said versions to get some idea of what its like being BPS. I don't feel like writing everyday, sometimes I don't feel like sharing, sometimes I need me time which seems to be few and far between these days. And yes it doesn't make sense why would you try to get into a career that everybody seems to be ubiquitously watching and listening to your every whim and notion. Dreams are the fountain of youth. They are purposeful passions that lie deep within ones soul that even with a glimmer of hope will shine. They cannot be denied even in death. They are the mirrors to heaven, they transform lives and beings in all states of minds and planes. I am thinking. That's what I am doing. I am a writer who is thinking. 20 steps ahead. 10 years down the line. Pathways into future lives. This is what is happening all while trying to decipher the music business today and how my brand will fit into this jagged puzzle. This imperfect piece that just doesn't seem to fit. My style will be bitten, mimicked, teased, and ridiculed. It will be perfect in its imperfections. Sometimes I have been away too long, but its not that I'm not grinding. Its not that the forces of the universe or not working towards aligning my passions into symmetry. This is where I'm suppose to be this is what I'm suppose to do.