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I went on a hiatus from music for a while only to discover yet again, that once a musician—ALWAYS a musician. There is no such thing as getting “too old” or packing it in. If it’s in you, it’s in you. This idiocy of a musician’s time of “relevancy” or expiration date is taught to us by a satanic system that relegates sacred things like music to aspirations of commercial success. Making money is always cool, but not paramount in regards to music. It should never become the solitary goal of the true artist. However, the reasons for taking a break are many. And there is an awakening of sorts needed to return doing what you love, while fully understanding why you do it. I feel I’ve learned this and more and wanted to share that journey.

It’s very easy to get lost in today’s music. Music is no longer in the hands of those people anointed to do music. It’s run by corporate entities and delivered over primarily to those with musical talent (and many without) who desire fame, fortune, and “making it” the most. That’s ok if it were some of the artists, but apparently that’s all we get and it affects the spirit of the music we’re inundated with. It becomes less cultural and more contrived. In fact, we have a culture that idolizes those who want it bad enough, go that extra mile and are willing to do anything. That is admirable to an extent, but we keep drifting further into a society that doesn’t value the true significance of music. In addition to that, the way we even receive music has been altered because of these corporate masters. We are all but made to like certain songs and ignore others because of our programming. I admit that I got lost in that structure for a time. And also for a time, I abandoned making music for enjoyment to pursue payment only or nothing. If it didn’t make money it didn’t make sense. I had to break my programming and recondition myself to appreciate music with a purer state of mind.

 

For as long as I remember I was always recording music. I never sounded like anyone, and that was a good thing. I just sometimes didn’t realize that. I stood out making music in my church and then took part in several ventures as a teen and young adult.

I eventually started a band and got my first taste of being courted by corporate interests. My lead singer was amazing, the lead guitarist was incredible and I was on the bass and wrote all the music. We were very good.  The band trusted me and believed in my music. In addition to being a musician, I was always the thinker infusing politics, philosophy, spirituality and world events into our music. We were on our way. However, as we rose we eventually crashed. At the time I wasn’t prepared for the business and put way too much on my young shoulders. We didn’t recruit the right help and I didn’t delegate responsibilities. I was the leader of the band and I tried to control too much myself. All sorts of things began to happen. Then people from the outside got into our heads and made us turn on each other. We were arguing about publishing, percentages and all sorts of issues we never discussed before we got attention. Also, some people wanted to scoop my music for their own artists, and some people wanted to snatch our lead singer etc. etc. The love of making and enjoying music had taken a back seat. We were inundated with zombies all around us only seeing dollar signs. We were imploding. Eventually deals and opportunities that were on the table evaporated and band members went their own way toward other deals and ventures.After all that work I was completely deflated. I had to pick up the pieces and decide what to do next.

Going it alone for a while was an interesting experience. Because my identity was the band for a while I had to rediscover who I was. I didn’t fit in. I didn’t sing and dance like an Usher or “the Justins.” Nor did I sing about or sound like what most other musicians were presenting. I was a black dude who made deep, trippy, psychedelic urban rock ballads.  I had no delusions of grandeur, wasn’t hungry for fame and I wasn’t interested in being worshiped by anyone. I simply knew in my heart of hearts my ability to write a song and that ability needed to express itself.

As a solo artist I eventually worked with a few labels and worked on House music, something I’ll probably always do when the opportunity presents itself.  My eccentric style worked on quite a few records that were popular internationally in the underground House music scenes. Although I’ll always continue to nurture the relationships I’ve made and work with House music, there is something more I want to do. In addition to House music, I created a buzz under aliases and created music for underground circuits.

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“Don’t die with your music still inside you. Listen to your intuitive inner voice and find what passion stirs your soul.”

-Dr. Wayne W. Dyer

I was trying to jump back into a box to maybe write music for other “more marketable” artists because I was thinking business, when the truth is I can play whatever my heart feels. Some people may like it, some may not and that’s ok. As long as what I’m doing is from the heart, it’s my best, and it serves people—anyone, that’s all that matters. If your music is polished, has a message and is resonating with people, then keep doing what you’re doing. In this “matrix”, so to speak, there are entire generations of both artists and music lovers who don’t understand that they are slaves. Generations are completely programmed to be vacant materialistic capitalists whose essences are compromised and ruled by a concept invented by soulless psychopaths. The music industry is taken over and people are primarily in search of money. That’s why music is coming out so contrived and empty. The very best cherry picked songwriters (based on commercial success) are cherry picked and matched up with the very best producers, and then are matched up with the best and most marketable entertainers. This is cool sometimes but real passion sometimes slips through the cracks. There is almost no artistic integrity or societal obligation. And some, especially in Hip Hop, blatantly worship money and go on and on about it. When musicians that were once the voice of the street people are now agents for mindless consumerism, that is your evidence that the beast is in control.  You have rappers who don’t even write their own verses. This is sad. This hijacking of music has reduced it’s potential to foolishness. When you search some of the “hottest” artists you find so much about who is dissing who, who has beef, and so many things that are completely idiotic, have nothing to do with music and has little to no relevance whatsoever.

So to all musicians out there I encourage you to be fearless and learn to love music again. I definitely did that and I’m thankful that I “woke up”. In the face of the people who are subconsciously trained to wait for corporate America to validate your worth for them before they decide if they like you or not, make sure you work on your craft and know your own worth and love what you do first. We need real music to make a comeback and that starts with people accepting their anointing and stepping out of the matrix. Be creative, make great things and be blessed.

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