I know a few know what I'm talking about...
It was love for the thing that made me wanna stay out
It was love for the thing that made me stay in the house
Spendin time, writin rhymes
Tryin to find words that describe the vibe
That's inside the space
When you close yo' eyes and screw yo' face
Is this the pain of too much tenderness?
Always come back to these lines from Mos. Hate to admit it, but I'm feeling a little weepy today. Spent the whole weekend reading Danyel Smith's Bliss and it was just so damn GOOD. Took me forever to get a copy and once I did, I drank it down in giant gulps.
Can't say much now cause I am writing a review, but I will say that Danyel perfectly captured the heaven and hell that is the music industry (the North America circuit, anyway). What it feels like to live (even part-time) on this madly dysfunctional, insular, passionate little island that floats in the center of mainstream culture. How huge it is, but how suffocating and small. How it touches everything for miles, but rarely sticks a toe off the island. How it feels like high school for grown folks with bank accounts. How it moves me to tears and repels me at the same time. How the only way to cope is to Keep On Moving.
How I hit a breaking point, feel like it's time to kick hip-hop to the curb and be out--and then one song hits hard out of nowhere, gets me somewhere deep inside, and draws me back in again. And how my entire life is all tied up with this twisted, beautiful world. How it means everything, and yet, sometimes, nothing at all.
It was love for the thing that made me stay in the house
Spendin time, writin rhymes
Tryin to find words that describe the vibe
That's inside the space
When you close yo' eyes and screw yo' face
Is this the pain of too much tenderness?
Always come back to these lines from Mos. Hate to admit it, but I'm feeling a little weepy today. Spent the whole weekend reading Danyel Smith's Bliss and it was just so damn GOOD. Took me forever to get a copy and once I did, I drank it down in giant gulps.
Can't say much now cause I am writing a review, but I will say that Danyel perfectly captured the heaven and hell that is the music industry (the North America circuit, anyway). What it feels like to live (even part-time) on this madly dysfunctional, insular, passionate little island that floats in the center of mainstream culture. How huge it is, but how suffocating and small. How it touches everything for miles, but rarely sticks a toe off the island. How it feels like high school for grown folks with bank accounts. How it moves me to tears and repels me at the same time. How the only way to cope is to Keep On Moving.
How I hit a breaking point, feel like it's time to kick hip-hop to the curb and be out--and then one song hits hard out of nowhere, gets me somewhere deep inside, and draws me back in again. And how my entire life is all tied up with this twisted, beautiful world. How it means everything, and yet, sometimes, nothing at all.
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