Okay I think I feel an existential crisis coming on, a real one, not just about whether Michael Jackson is okay and Roman Polanski isn’t because Michael Jackson is a better dancer.
Yeah, so I decided to take my problems to my blog because that’s just what I do. I work through the issues with um positive analysis and um actualisation of um stuff, probably because I know no one reads my blog really, and maybe one day scholars will pour over my writings for some insight into my profound contributions to humanity.
Well, y’know, that’s what a learned gentleman would do anyway, have a journal of enlightened inscriptions and what not going over my heavily thoughtful learned thoughts and stuff.
And this is supposed to be a journal of my artistic endeavours, centred around my drum and bass production, but drum and bass production is all about a real part of me, and that’s why this blog is real, because real art is about real things and real life.
Being open like this to me creates room for discussion and for ideas, themes, concepts narratives.
So what were these problems? I don’t know, I feel like I’m leaving my old life behind and a new world is opening up. Y’know just a small thing really.
I was chatting about it the last few nights, and it’s starting to creep on me. Driving round in my beamer, texting models, throwing down a mix . . . now that you’ve got it, Romantech, what are you gonna do with it?
Is this what you want?
Follow through and consolidate, first. The list of good ideas includes giving up smoking, if I can do more positive stuff, I should.
The whole idea of driving round supping mochas in my sweet black beamer while directing my business, gettin play with sophisticated young ladies, and putting together artistic content is that it doesn’t end there. I’m living in a nice picture, but i can’t stop pushing now. This is all very nice, and it’s great and all but I know there’s more.
I guess I wasn’t really thinking about how much more there might be . . .
