THE BEAUTY IN THE MADNESS

There is a method to the madness of making music. The madness meaning the realness. The experience. The rising actions of the climax and resolutions of a individuals story. The emotion builder. The overall process of being able to channel ones personal unique journey into and instrument or a mic.

From my personal ear, what artists lack today is a set of balls. More than a couple shots of courage juice is in desperate need in today’s music. (And to make sure it’s clear, this goes for male and female.)

You have the artists that don’t want to sound to “pussy,” emotional, or weak. And then you have the artist that want to sound overly emotional and sensitive to get that “drake” effect because it will attract a certain audience and/or attention. Never do artist today want to sound like they are themselves, simply trying to tell personal stories on what they’ve gone though, to possible help the next kid growing up similar to them feel as though they can make it. People are brainwashed to think that because they don’t have a “struggle story” like our ancestors did or because they didn’t grow up like their drug dealing cousin, that they don’t have a worthy enough story to tell. As if their story isn’t real enough to be told! So they make up shit, diluting their sound.

In the song, Win Some, Lose Some, by rapper Big Sean, his father says, and I quote, “Because people can see your bullshit..they know when you bullshit. They don’t even intellectualize it, they feel it. Life is a feeling process.”

So when I hear music, I get a vibe, and I know instantly whether or not it’s real music. No, I’m not a drug dealer or a girl with a broken heart. I don’t have a kid with a complicated baby mama, but when I hear music about it, and the artist is simply telling their story as honest as they can, in the most creative way, I empathize with it. Because I feel the realness. And I can relate real. I may not be able to relate to getting kicked out of my mother’s house, but I can relate to getting kicked out of someone’s heart over a miscommunication or a misunderstanding. Which is why I’d start to nod my head and possibly buy the song. But I can’t relate to a fake depressed, suicidal artist trying to get a certain reaction. Fake doesn’t sound right coming out of any person’s mouth. It’s equivalent to them having “I’m a liar” in bold letters on their forehead. Only an idiot would relate to someone who isn’t honest.

What artist today don’t understand is that not every sixteen year old girl has gotten her heart broken by another sixteen year old boy. It’s a different time. Women aren’t putting up with the same disrespect we were forced to deal with back in time. There’s girls out her getting their hearts broken by their own fathers. The men who wholehearted are suppose to protect us. That’s bigger than a high school break up. Our young men are getting abandoned by their own mothers, which mean they aren’t being taught how to show love or compassion. Friends and enemies are starting to look the same and the world isn’t just boy and girl with sugar on top and easy to deal with. Life has gotten harder for majority to deal with. There’s no music out there talking about the other issues that are happening.

From my personal eyes, I see less and less creativity and originality in music making. Everybody wants to be better than the next body but stealing the old man’s style. Rapping and singling about the same “bad bitch” and the same stupid female who’s broken every man’s heart. Sipping on the same lean in the same old double cups, while holding the same Hennessy bottle as the the LAST washed up artist did.

It’s a cycle and it’s a toxic. The cycle is brainwashing us to think we aren’t suppose to nor want to uplift our people. We want what’s their’s and what’s ours at the same time. We don’t want to slow down and take in life, experience, love, and grow, because we want the fame and we want it now.

No one wants to be themselves anymore! There are too many Kylie Jenner wanna bees waking up in the morning, body shaming themselves because everyone wants to be a Kardashian because they are now the standard. But for all we know, they want to be everyone else but themselves. We could possibly be looking up to the the ones who don’t even know who they are within.

And it’s reflecting in our music. When people listen to music, it’s suppose to be an escape. And when I say escape, I’m not referring to the drugs, sex, and weird shit these poppy artists are promoting, but escape as in meditation, peace, and clarity.