My Playlist
What music is to me.
If I could only begin to explain what music is to me, . . .. you and I both don’t have the time. There is not a writer in the world that could truly encompass what music means to me. If I was to sample my thoughts, and try to explain what each note means to me, you would cry with me as each bar flows though my ears and gets computed in my mind. I have forever tried to convey the power of music to my peers and have always felt short sided. I truly don’t believe that I could possibly have someone feel the way that I feel about music. This is my opening, my true soul expulsion. I speak words of the artists I support as though they were gods.
I live music, in every sense of statement. My mind is constantly producing and never left unsettled. If only I could escape what has come to control me.
I wouldn’t trade anything for what I have found; music has become my heartbeat. I truly search day in and day out for someone that FEELS what I feel. My ideal day is comprised of time in my studio. I try, time and time again, to explain to my girlfriend what music is to me. Unfortunately I have realized that there are no words for this. To me. . . to sit and listen, is to reap and sow. As melodies move through my mind, they come not as notes, but rather as objects that flow as a brush on a canvas. I see music. When you breathe music, speak music, and honestly walk the beat. . You have reached an honest state of enlightenment.
“Music is moves, don’t matter how it’s produced, don’t matter what tools you use, or the instruments that you choose . . .” Classified
There is an infinite amount of talent in this world; there is no measurement to calculate it. Hopefully the record labels will not stifle today’s talent. Independent record labels will hopefully prevail, releasing the music to the population. Cheers . . .