So I have been selectively quiet in recent times, much to the (insert emotion here) of many. I can take this time now to be oblivious, or obvious when speaking about the time we’ve spent apart. I think I’ll write this like a 5th grade summer report.
I spent time growing up.
Blog entries were once my form of purging. Verbally, I’m a polemic white girl, and my emotions come out with every “create post” click. After a while, Eric Schmidt didn’t seem so deserving to get frequent updates on how I feel (the Google CEO, who also runs Blogger), despite the fact that my thousands of readers, do. Twitter isn’t exactly deserving of second-by-second updates either. Yeah world, it is as simple as, everything you need to know about me is in the music.
I wasn’t dropped, so much as I was escorted very gently into the Superintendent’s office with a pending expulsion from high school. I knew I had violated the student’s rights of others, but what can I say? I am the John Cutter of this institution of hip-hop (Breakfast Club anyone?). Such repercussions can never quell my desire to be the musician, rivaled only by the greatness of Georg Solti, John Williams and Quincy Jones. Really wanted a Grammy.
Some things got clarified quickly, and because of the nature of such clarification, I am not at will to speak on the status. So some questions will go unanswered for good. I am enjoying the fact that privacy is a right and a privilege that I can enjoy. Perhaps my lack of value for my privacy is what lead me to blog to begin with.
Well fret not, galaxy. Though a sharp decrease in mixtapes and albums will be noted, everything I have to say and deem necessary to share will come out in the music. Don’t ask about my current distribution situation. Just know I am here to hear and be heard. I thank family for being there for me, Karen for being the only (out of zillions of) blogger to have the proper outlet for me to speak, and everyone who found solice in my solstice.
Coyote August Rush
Sonic the Hamilton
Big Bad Beat Ill Bored