For a bunch of people who’ve largely never met to come together in secret to make a video for someone they largely haven’t met, just because it’s the right thing to do, says a lot about everyone involved. I feel fortunate to have joined up.
Whenever I sit and contemplate what it means to relocate I keep coming back to the idea that it’s impossible to know what it’s like until you do it. Relocating your life is going to be a very different experience depending on the point in your life in which you do it. Sure, if you moved last year and you’re moving again this year, there may be some continuity between the experiences.
So, although this project’s found its conclusion, I’ll be brainstorming different ways to continue down the road of regularly sharing music. I do hope you’ll be a part of that.
Hip hop usually involves artists who make their bananas based on the way they frame their style. Their verbal delivery is a massive part of the way the masses perceive the final message, and more often than not people really aren’t sure what is actually trying to be communicated. Their lyrical speed, the swagger of their inflection…it seems quite often the genre falls victim to the fact that the lead voice is frequently the most interesting instrument being played.
Good evening everyone! First of all I’d like to thank the couple’s families for a wonderful weekend, and the beautiful evening we have ahead of us tonight. For everyone to have spent the time and money to spend today in celebration of Mike (Murph) and Ashlee’s (Ash) relationship, I know the two of them are deeply appreciative. Murph’s been crying all week about it. Seriously though, each and everyone in this room has a place in their love and life.
I’m a kid that was born in a non-remarkable suburb that way back when I was growing up formed a line between the Chicagoland area and the rolling gold corn fields that didn’t end until Iowa started. I didn’t know Chicago in those days. I knew New York better than I knew Chicago, actually…every year I spent some time in the Big Apple…I barely remember any real time in downtown Chicago until after I went away to college.
Today I’m handing my blog over to Brandy, because it’s a better use of the space than anything I’d write. She doesn’t know I’m posting this, and I think she’s probably overwhelmed at how many people have.
I was writing about my tragedy as a soccer player with two years left to prove otherwise. I’d let down a team that would eventually ask me to be their Captain, and I was unaware of the connection that I’d forge between writing and my emotions.
Out in the real-world, you’re twenty-three and time is turning on itself and your threshold for uncertainty finds its high point. You wonder about tomorrow, and five…ten years…you’re as likely to be living on another planet as you are to be gainfully employed, for all you know.
We shouldn’t be talking about what really matters, as bloggers. As writers. As gardeners, managers, executives, joggers, eaters. It should not ever ever be a question as to quantity and quality. It should never be a discussion about whether we are all in a room looking to score the most points or whether we’re looking to help one another be better versions of ourselves.
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