Back to life. Back to reality.

I've been thinking about the entertainment industry and the music I've grown up on, and how I've made my living. Not what it used to be. And never again will it be like it was. Had been thinking about where my love of music and this biz came from, and when and where I somewhat lost my passion for it. I'm disgusted by the wannabes and the trifling and the talentless. There is no effort and no respect for music lovers and fans, and that saddens me. Michael's gone and never will anyone come close to replacing him. I've got mad love for Prince. Seal rocks my soul. I still love House. And my own weird playlist of sounds and tunes. That's it. It's over. I'm done.
This biz has been good to me and I've made of it what I wanted it to be for me. Beyond that, it sucks. Look what it does to people, what folks become and that is so not the intent of making music and film. Folks get power hungry, become addicted to the fame and fortune, often lose their way and all sense of reality. Poor Michael, with his self-loathing and pain. Fragile creature, too frail to take the ugliness of the world. Never that. I am sad for you Michael and I cry for me and my loss of the love of music. Back to my new life and reality.

Is it summer yet?

This was one hell of a week. So much happened,I forget it happened this week. The weekend was funky. Tried to be nice to some folks who in turn, simply forgot to thank me. Got bent out of shape and the whole thing escalated for the world to see. Not cute. Then I had to remember (because I forget), that men and women communicate differently, and emotionally challenged men even more so. So Monday started off beyond funky and blue. Was blue, had a major blowup, a boo hoo and then had to use blue language with someone well on the verge of turning blue (his face was a beet red when I left in a fit of rage).
Tuesday was awkward but got off on a good foot, had me come to terms and make peace, and then the evening ended on another sour note. Hump day had me humping. Thursday had me helping and the week ended on such a high note, I can't believe what just happened. I do know that when folks piss me off again, I can just think about the good stuff and all the other stuff will mean nothing in my grand scheme of things.

This week's lesson: Talk is cheap. Loud talking can get you heard, if not some reaction. Communication solves mostly anything and in the end, I'm always right!