What, you're mad because I don't bow down to you?
Because I don't cow-tow to you?
Because I don't see you as Alpha, but Omega?
Because I don't put you on that pedestal like all of your followers?
Because I'm not one of your artificial friends?
Because you can't use me to get yourself higher up the ladder?
Because I can think independently and not give in to your self righteousness?
Because you can't argue with me over the littlest details of the where's and why of the universe, mostly because I really couldn't give a sh*t?
And I'm angry with you because you forgot to have fun, let loose, and be silly.
Or maybe you never really knew how?
All because you hide behind your facade.
Your image to the world.
Even your real true friends forgot who you were and now only know you as a Role in the play of life.
Because I know where you're at, and it's not where you think you're at?
You're lost in your own ego homee.
Drowning in your own press releases.
You want to be everywhere.
You want to be unlimited.
You want to be on top of the world.
But you forgot to be careful what you wish for.
Or maybe you didn't, but you are still disillusioned?
And so, you're going to hate on my blog? My words? My thoughts? My opinions?
They are mine. Like your's is any better?
Your blog is a bunch of electronic junk.
You write about stuff that isn't even you.
You are the reason why there is lag on the internet.
But I know better, and I don't insult what you think.
Those are your thoughts, your words, your opinions, and you are entitled to them.
Like you thought you were just oozing in coolness.
When you were in front of your Fruit Loops, and you were still uber cool.
Get off your own dick, dude.
It's highly not attractive, and I hope your girl truly loves you.
I hope you experience an unconditional love that supports and enevlops you.
I'm not mad that you are not man enough to put a ring on it.
That's not my place to step on.
I will say that she will only last for so long and then she will also become an unbeliever.
After all, you have swagger for years!
Why would you want your woman to crash your vibe? Your mystique? Your aura?
Your alter-ego or uber-ego?
Your false image of whom you are is about as far away from the truth as the stars themselves.
I really couldn't care less about you except for the fact that your life has become more fake than the bible itself.
Re-edited, revised, censored, re-interpreted, re-translated, and truest work of fiction that ever lived.
There is always going to be someone bigger, badder, better than you. Than me even.
If that's you, then I applaud you.
But get outta my way because you're stale.
You've gotten too complacent in your ways.
You got blinded by the light of your own blazing ego.
Shine on shining star, shine on.
-HeyHomee
Because I don't cow-tow to you?
Because I don't see you as Alpha, but Omega?
Because I don't put you on that pedestal like all of your followers?
Because I'm not one of your artificial friends?
Because you can't use me to get yourself higher up the ladder?
Because I can think independently and not give in to your self righteousness?
Because you can't argue with me over the littlest details of the where's and why of the universe, mostly because I really couldn't give a sh*t?
And I'm angry with you because you forgot to have fun, let loose, and be silly.
Or maybe you never really knew how?
All because you hide behind your facade.
Your image to the world.
Even your real true friends forgot who you were and now only know you as a Role in the play of life.
Because I know where you're at, and it's not where you think you're at?
You're lost in your own ego homee.
Drowning in your own press releases.
You want to be everywhere.
You want to be unlimited.
You want to be on top of the world.
But you forgot to be careful what you wish for.
Or maybe you didn't, but you are still disillusioned?
And so, you're going to hate on my blog? My words? My thoughts? My opinions?
They are mine. Like your's is any better?
Your blog is a bunch of electronic junk.
You write about stuff that isn't even you.
You are the reason why there is lag on the internet.
But I know better, and I don't insult what you think.
Those are your thoughts, your words, your opinions, and you are entitled to them.
Like you thought you were just oozing in coolness.
When you were in front of your Fruit Loops, and you were still uber cool.
Get off your own dick, dude.
It's highly not attractive, and I hope your girl truly loves you.
I hope you experience an unconditional love that supports and enevlops you.
I'm not mad that you are not man enough to put a ring on it.
That's not my place to step on.
I will say that she will only last for so long and then she will also become an unbeliever.
After all, you have swagger for years!
Why would you want your woman to crash your vibe? Your mystique? Your aura?
Your alter-ego or uber-ego?
Your false image of whom you are is about as far away from the truth as the stars themselves.
I really couldn't care less about you except for the fact that your life has become more fake than the bible itself.
Re-edited, revised, censored, re-interpreted, re-translated, and truest work of fiction that ever lived.
There is always going to be someone bigger, badder, better than you. Than me even.
If that's you, then I applaud you.
But get outta my way because you're stale.
You've gotten too complacent in your ways.
You got blinded by the light of your own blazing ego.
Shine on shining star, shine on.
-HeyHomee
Dear Supa Dupa Star
So you've hit the bigtime. Huge! Look at you!
You're on top of the world! Congratulations!
Wow, how time flies. How a person changes.
I used to look up to you and hold you in high regard.
I wanted so much to live vicariously through you.
I hoped that we could at least share a conversation on life, business, passion.
Or at least we could share ideas and collaborate?
I wasn't trying to be your #1 Stan, just a really supportive fan.
But no, you are too 'good' for me.
You think you are too busy for me?
You do have better things to do.
You cannot associate yourself with your fans.
You feel you don't need the support.
I don't fall into your 'clique'.
You are mistaken in thinking that I'm not relevant.
You are the fallen idol that crashes into
Ten thousand pieces from atop the pedestal.
And now you've made me Hate you in a morbid sort of way.
You're the scab underneath a bandaid that's been on for three days straight.
I can't bear the sight of you.
Can't stand the stench of you.
Can't associate myself with Anything that resembles you.
Your news coverage irks me.
Even your blog detests me.
Worse still, your Tweets make me physically ill.
I Hate you, and I don't Hate many things in this world.
And I'm not a Hater, but if I have to label you with Hate,
Than this must really be it.
And the worst part of it all still,
You don't even know me.
-HeyHomee
You're on top of the world! Congratulations!
Wow, how time flies. How a person changes.
I used to look up to you and hold you in high regard.
I wanted so much to live vicariously through you.
I hoped that we could at least share a conversation on life, business, passion.
Or at least we could share ideas and collaborate?
I wasn't trying to be your #1 Stan, just a really supportive fan.
But no, you are too 'good' for me.
You think you are too busy for me?
You do have better things to do.
You cannot associate yourself with your fans.
You feel you don't need the support.
I don't fall into your 'clique'.
You are mistaken in thinking that I'm not relevant.
You are the fallen idol that crashes into
Ten thousand pieces from atop the pedestal.
And now you've made me Hate you in a morbid sort of way.
You're the scab underneath a bandaid that's been on for three days straight.
I can't bear the sight of you.
Can't stand the stench of you.
Can't associate myself with Anything that resembles you.
Your news coverage irks me.
Even your blog detests me.
Worse still, your Tweets make me physically ill.
I Hate you, and I don't Hate many things in this world.
And I'm not a Hater, but if I have to label you with Hate,
Than this must really be it.
And the worst part of it all still,
You don't even know me.
-HeyHomee
Cuz I Can't Have You
I see you over there on the side lookin Fly,
But I'm not here to talk, not really here to try
To meet "the one". I'm just here feelin the Vibe,
And maybe have a few drinks on the side.
Like a Geisha, you showed me the front of your wrist.
So Taboo, so alluring, you deserve to be kissed
The nape of your neck so gentle and smooth,
I cannot resist, you have me so moved.
Could you be the answer to my life?
Could you be the one I call my Wife?
Would you do me the honor and forever be mine?
Would you stay forever and keep me in line?
No.
You will never Smile like she does.
You will never cook food like she does.
You will never make me laugh like she does.
You will never make love like she does.
Sometimes you wonder if your fight is worthwhile,
Those precious moments that always bring a smile.
Even though we may fuss and we fight,
We stay true with no end in sight.
Don't ever cross your heart and hope to die.
I don't know what I'd do without you in my life.
Because in the end, you are worth fighting for,
And that's what makes me fall in love with you more.
-HeyHomee
Red and White Roses
READ in these roses the sad story
Of my hard fate and your own glory.
In the white you may discover
The paleness of a fainting lover;
In the red the flames still feeding
On my heart, with fresh wounds bleeding.
The white will tell you how I languish,
And the red express my anguish;
The white my innocence displaying,
The red my martyrdom betraying.
The frowns that on your brow resided,
Have those roses thus divided.
Oh! let your smiles but clear the weather,
And then they both shall grow together.
- Thomas Carew
Loveology Quotes.....
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Courtesy of JaeLardiz
Courtesy of JaeLardiz
Zee's Poem
I've become everything I've hated,
My heart and soul ripped and torn.
My conscious lifeless and sedated,
A dark of me becomes reborn.
I hate the thought of you.
I hate the sight of you.
I hate the touch of you.
But you are a part of me,
And you are my enemy.
Villain within my reflection,
A rogue deceives your eyes.
This story without a heroine,
Tis whisper of enchanting lies.
-Aziza Mob
My heart and soul ripped and torn.
My conscious lifeless and sedated,
A dark of me becomes reborn.
I hate the thought of you.
I hate the sight of you.
I hate the touch of you.
But you are a part of me,
And you are my enemy.
Villain within my reflection,
A rogue deceives your eyes.
This story without a heroine,
Tis whisper of enchanting lies.
-Aziza Mob
Perversion of Stardom
Star light, Star bright,
I seen you, Star, at the party tonight.
You think you big, you think you hype,
But really, your party is just aight.
Your entourage bought out the bar,
I admire the dude who bought the bar.
Your protected self, you seem so far,
But what if tomorrow, you ain't no more?
All eyes on you, but you can't see
What you're doing with the papparazzi.
They got more pictures of you than your mama,
Is that how you wanna live with that drama?
The sight of you makes me smirk and wonder,
What type of layers are you hiding under?
You make the ladies swoon with skill,
And tell the public that you're keepin it Real?
I guess you really are what you is,
Star bright, lookout, you starting to fizz.
I'm not trying to hate or nothin,
I guess I should have been excited or somethin.
I seen you, Star, at the party tonight.
You think you big, you think you hype,
But really, your party is just aight.
Your entourage bought out the bar,
I admire the dude who bought the bar.
Your protected self, you seem so far,
But what if tomorrow, you ain't no more?
All eyes on you, but you can't see
What you're doing with the papparazzi.
They got more pictures of you than your mama,
Is that how you wanna live with that drama?
The sight of you makes me smirk and wonder,
What type of layers are you hiding under?
You make the ladies swoon with skill,
And tell the public that you're keepin it Real?
I guess you really are what you is,
Star bright, lookout, you starting to fizz.
I'm not trying to hate or nothin,
I guess I should have been excited or somethin.
Just Because
Because of your smile, I came your way.
Because of your charm I decided to stay.
It was your voice that made me parlay.
And look at us now, you're still here today.
Because of your patience, you became an angel.
It was your strength that made me able.
You are my Kane, more my better half.
You make me better, when you make me laugh.
Some say you're my rock, but we've built a foundation.
We've managed to figure out this romantic equation.
We give, we take, we bend, we break.
Makeups and breakups but test what's at stake.
Through thick and thin, we've made it together.
Don't ever say never, but possibly forever.
They always ask me how we manage to get through,
I just tell them it's Because of You.
Because of your charm I decided to stay.
It was your voice that made me parlay.
And look at us now, you're still here today.
Because of your patience, you became an angel.
It was your strength that made me able.
You are my Kane, more my better half.
You make me better, when you make me laugh.
Some say you're my rock, but we've built a foundation.
We've managed to figure out this romantic equation.
We give, we take, we bend, we break.
Makeups and breakups but test what's at stake.
Through thick and thin, we've made it together.
Don't ever say never, but possibly forever.
They always ask me how we manage to get through,
I just tell them it's Because of You.
With a Lil Help From My Friend Shawn
Allow me to reintroduce myself, My name is Homee,
H to the O-Mee. I used to build railroads by the Oak Tree.
I guess even back then you could call me,
Fresh out the frying pan into the fire,
I be the funny bone number one supplier.
Hotter than a piece of paper rolled with weed,
I got the hottest chick in the game bearing my seed.
That's right Homee. Not V-E-U-V-E,
But similar to them letters, I'm not an alcoholic.
I check brands like a shopaholic.
My dudes told me, "Dude, that's just so sick."
So that's what I'mma do, take you back to the dude with the Civic,
Fast forward the kicks and the fitteds.
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors.
I ain't lie, I done came through the mall in everything that's fly
I'm like, Confuscious with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on I get mine
by any means on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm
You can blame Homee, but I ain't invent the game
I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change
And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me lyin as if, I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but there ain't no reason why
I be buyin expensive chains.
Hope you don't think users are the only abusers gettin high within the game
If you do then, how would you explain?
I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I got a Homee spirit, period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that's just the top layer
Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me, or leave me alone.
H to the O-Mee. I used to build railroads by the Oak Tree.
I guess even back then you could call me,
Fresh out the frying pan into the fire,
I be the funny bone number one supplier.
Hotter than a piece of paper rolled with weed,
I got the hottest chick in the game bearing my seed.
That's right Homee. Not V-E-U-V-E,
But similar to them letters, I'm not an alcoholic.
I check brands like a shopaholic.
My dudes told me, "Dude, that's just so sick."
So that's what I'mma do, take you back to the dude with the Civic,
Fast forward the kicks and the fitteds.
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors.
I ain't lie, I done came through the mall in everything that's fly
I'm like, Confuscious with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on I get mine
by any means on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm
You can blame Homee, but I ain't invent the game
I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change
And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me lyin as if, I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but there ain't no reason why
I be buyin expensive chains.
Hope you don't think users are the only abusers gettin high within the game
If you do then, how would you explain?
I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I got a Homee spirit, period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that's just the top layer
Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me, or leave me alone.
Of Days Gone By...
What a difference a day makes,
One day that changes your whole life.
Each day brings different breaks,
Each day changes your whole life.
We celebrate over 4370 days together.
We've seen each other thru all types of weather.
I tried to told you I would promise forever
To be there in thick, thin, and whatever.
And now she's having our baby I'm so torn,
I'm so happy and scared that our seed will be born.
I know that I will be the best father can be,
But I want to make sure that they have every opportunity.
And so it begins, the commitment avowed,
If you ask me, I could not be more proud.
Each day that passes bring us closer to the dream,
Of finding that love that reigns supreme.
One day that changes your whole life.
Each day brings different breaks,
Each day changes your whole life.
We celebrate over 4370 days together.
We've seen each other thru all types of weather.
I tried to told you I would promise forever
To be there in thick, thin, and whatever.
And now she's having our baby I'm so torn,
I'm so happy and scared that our seed will be born.
I know that I will be the best father can be,
But I want to make sure that they have every opportunity.
And so it begins, the commitment avowed,
If you ask me, I could not be more proud.
Each day that passes bring us closer to the dream,
Of finding that love that reigns supreme.
Karma's Gonna Getcha
One thing I learned about dealing with opponents,
One day we all have to repay our atonements.
Oops, I forgot you're an A-Hole, is that what you meant?
I just go show them what I was born with,
Seize every moment to it's fullest components.
The ultimate betrayal, you watch too much movie TV.
You learned to be a Gangsta from Marty Scorsese.
Clothes don't make you, so why you got that Goose patch on your sleeve?
My team downs Grey Goose's by the flock, please believe!
Only God allowed can judge me,
But not your God, the God that runs me,
Is the God you don't read about in history,
Not the Qur'an, Bible, Torah, or Scientology.
So let Karma figure what your Fate will be.
One day we all have to repay our atonements.
Oops, I forgot you're an A-Hole, is that what you meant?
I just go show them what I was born with,
Seize every moment to it's fullest components.
The ultimate betrayal, you watch too much movie TV.
You learned to be a Gangsta from Marty Scorsese.
Clothes don't make you, so why you got that Goose patch on your sleeve?
My team downs Grey Goose's by the flock, please believe!
Only God allowed can judge me,
But not your God, the God that runs me,
Is the God you don't read about in history,
Not the Qur'an, Bible, Torah, or Scientology.
So let Karma figure what your Fate will be.
The Day the Music Died.....
I've known a few music artists, and people in and around that side of the business. Producers, beatmakers, songwriters, A&M's, promoters, record company employees, all agree that CD's are an obsolete format. But my question goes beyond the medium. What about the "album" itself? As Vinyl to 8-Tracks, to CD's, and now MP3's, what does the future hold? One thing holds true for the future: The Album format as a whole has died. From an Artist's perspective, to a consumer's perspective, the only one who truly believes that the Album is viable is the Record Label. The record label needs the Album to survive to continue to press customers to keep buying. The artist needs the Album to showcase their "story" or their "range". Either side you look at it from, the consumer has told the future that the album is no longer desirable nor relevant.
The onset of iTunes Store in 2004, was not the main reason why the album has died, but it certainly illustrates a good part of why. Charging $0.99 per song, and $9.99 for the full album helped to revolutionize the consumer's way of looking at an artist's work. No longer was the customer captive to having to buy the full CD for 2-3 songs that they would listen to on a regular basis (or even one song for those unfortunate customers who were fooled). The music industry did not help itself by putting out more artists, and less quality of music, and music quickly became disposable as chewing gum. (Who won best pop album in 2004? Disposable music, see?)
So, with the combination of poorer quality of songs, and higher quanitity of them coming at the music consumer, iTunes flourished because it was able to offer the customer their picking and choosing of individual songs one at a time. This did not bode well for the albums. Best rap album 2004 was "Speakerboxxx/The Love Below from Outkast, and out of 40 tracks on the whole double album, I would say I only remember 5 that stick out. The iTunes consumer is able to henpeck which songs they choose to own, and leave the rest for the annals of time. Or, how many people bought the double album and "track skip" their way to their favorite tracks?
But what about all that work that went into putting the album together? Isn't there something to be said for that? Sure, it's called "Make-work projects". The music industry, and big record execs need people to keep believing that their blood, sweat, and tears are going towards helping CD/Album sales go further. They are just one marketing ploy away or just one breakout radio hit away. Yah right, nice try. Even radio is killing the album format. A couple of tricks I noticed over the holidays that a radio station will use is playing two songs from a certain artist instead of the usual one release at a time. I don't know how many times I heard "Live Your Life" by T.I./Rihanna followed by "Whatever You Like" by T.I., and even "Take a Bow" by Rihanna. The airwaves were flooded, and my ears had had enough. The second radio trickery used is playing the remix of a song. It may or may not be available on the album, but you can listen to our station instead of your CD! Urgh, no thank you. In essence, the bombardment of the airwaves by so much and so repititious music, the customer even forgets that there are 10 other tracks on the album, and either gets conditioned to only hearing the one or two released singles, or completely shuts off all memory of what album those tracks came off of in the first place, depending on if you love them, hate them, or just plain got tired of them.
So now that CD's have informally died, and MP3's are taking over, what is the record industry to do? How do you market a 12+ song formatted collection of songs to a consumer who may want your product, but does not want the media that you present it to them? The Barenaked Ladies had a great shot at it by putting their latest album on a USB port key. This enabled the user to deliver the music in the way that was most relevant, and even share the music with friends, and re-use the USB drive for future purposes. This may be a bright spot in the future of the business. Another potential solution is reconstructing music production contracts based on singles rather than albums. If other sectors of the economy are paid on a past performance basis, so too can the music industry. You're only going to be as desirable as your last hit anyways, so why not pay artists as such? Why force an artist to present an album of songs when the media format is not even being sought after?
The consumer may want to hear the whole story of an album presented to them, especially if the artist is their favorite, or even someone who they've been following for their entire career. So even if the album is not dead in a few loyal people's minds, the CD is for certain on the endangered species list. That same few percentage of the general public are the same ones keeping album sales what they are today. Otherwise, record companies would see a big "zero" on their Wednesday morning sales sheets after an album release.
So what's to become of the music, the media, and the listener? I'm not a guru, nor am I in any position to revolutionize an industry long and deep rooted as it is. To borrow from my passion of retail, I say "give the consumer what they want". Put out singles as singles, not albums. Focus the music on Quality, not Quantity. The customer will tell you which ringtones they want, which tracks they want to see a video for, and which tunes they don't mind putting on repeat 20 times throughout the day. The format for which to put this music out on? That would have to be either a small capacity USB key or even memory card. It's clear that whatever music people really want will end up being downloaded anyways, but the only way to communicate the new media is by giving the customer added value benefits. A USB key or memory card would be reusable, and could even be preloaded with focused content like the artists bio, or exclusive behind the scenes looks, etc, etc. Ok, enough of my free ideas.
Take the above for what it's worth, but I do question people as to the "why" when it comes to constructing an album in this new millenium that we're in. Thank you for your time, and opinions are valued below. Bless.
American Pie - Don McLean
Do you recall what was revealed, the day the music died?
The onset of iTunes Store in 2004, was not the main reason why the album has died, but it certainly illustrates a good part of why. Charging $0.99 per song, and $9.99 for the full album helped to revolutionize the consumer's way of looking at an artist's work. No longer was the customer captive to having to buy the full CD for 2-3 songs that they would listen to on a regular basis (or even one song for those unfortunate customers who were fooled). The music industry did not help itself by putting out more artists, and less quality of music, and music quickly became disposable as chewing gum. (Who won best pop album in 2004? Disposable music, see?)
So, with the combination of poorer quality of songs, and higher quanitity of them coming at the music consumer, iTunes flourished because it was able to offer the customer their picking and choosing of individual songs one at a time. This did not bode well for the albums. Best rap album 2004 was "Speakerboxxx/The Love Below from Outkast, and out of 40 tracks on the whole double album, I would say I only remember 5 that stick out. The iTunes consumer is able to henpeck which songs they choose to own, and leave the rest for the annals of time. Or, how many people bought the double album and "track skip" their way to their favorite tracks?
But what about all that work that went into putting the album together? Isn't there something to be said for that? Sure, it's called "Make-work projects". The music industry, and big record execs need people to keep believing that their blood, sweat, and tears are going towards helping CD/Album sales go further. They are just one marketing ploy away or just one breakout radio hit away. Yah right, nice try. Even radio is killing the album format. A couple of tricks I noticed over the holidays that a radio station will use is playing two songs from a certain artist instead of the usual one release at a time. I don't know how many times I heard "Live Your Life" by T.I./Rihanna followed by "Whatever You Like" by T.I., and even "Take a Bow" by Rihanna. The airwaves were flooded, and my ears had had enough. The second radio trickery used is playing the remix of a song. It may or may not be available on the album, but you can listen to our station instead of your CD! Urgh, no thank you. In essence, the bombardment of the airwaves by so much and so repititious music, the customer even forgets that there are 10 other tracks on the album, and either gets conditioned to only hearing the one or two released singles, or completely shuts off all memory of what album those tracks came off of in the first place, depending on if you love them, hate them, or just plain got tired of them.
So now that CD's have informally died, and MP3's are taking over, what is the record industry to do? How do you market a 12+ song formatted collection of songs to a consumer who may want your product, but does not want the media that you present it to them? The Barenaked Ladies had a great shot at it by putting their latest album on a USB port key. This enabled the user to deliver the music in the way that was most relevant, and even share the music with friends, and re-use the USB drive for future purposes. This may be a bright spot in the future of the business. Another potential solution is reconstructing music production contracts based on singles rather than albums. If other sectors of the economy are paid on a past performance basis, so too can the music industry. You're only going to be as desirable as your last hit anyways, so why not pay artists as such? Why force an artist to present an album of songs when the media format is not even being sought after?
The consumer may want to hear the whole story of an album presented to them, especially if the artist is their favorite, or even someone who they've been following for their entire career. So even if the album is not dead in a few loyal people's minds, the CD is for certain on the endangered species list. That same few percentage of the general public are the same ones keeping album sales what they are today. Otherwise, record companies would see a big "zero" on their Wednesday morning sales sheets after an album release.
So what's to become of the music, the media, and the listener? I'm not a guru, nor am I in any position to revolutionize an industry long and deep rooted as it is. To borrow from my passion of retail, I say "give the consumer what they want". Put out singles as singles, not albums. Focus the music on Quality, not Quantity. The customer will tell you which ringtones they want, which tracks they want to see a video for, and which tunes they don't mind putting on repeat 20 times throughout the day. The format for which to put this music out on? That would have to be either a small capacity USB key or even memory card. It's clear that whatever music people really want will end up being downloaded anyways, but the only way to communicate the new media is by giving the customer added value benefits. A USB key or memory card would be reusable, and could even be preloaded with focused content like the artists bio, or exclusive behind the scenes looks, etc, etc. Ok, enough of my free ideas.
Take the above for what it's worth, but I do question people as to the "why" when it comes to constructing an album in this new millenium that we're in. Thank you for your time, and opinions are valued below. Bless.
American Pie - Don McLean
Do you recall what was revealed, the day the music died?
Keyboard Courage
Who gives Who the right, no, the privelege to speak?
How are you going to call someone else weak?
Since when does anyone have anything to say about anything?
Have you not learned from your famed upbringing?
Freedom of speech, but beware your ignorance.
Be aware that things you don't know will come to haunt you.
I have to borrow a term called keyboard courage,
Because you don't have the presence to face the truth.
You talk about Louis, Gucci, Prada, and Yves,
But I don't quite see you rockin anything on your sleeve?
You got 563 perrs of shoes, but you missing a sole.
Out of all those soles, you done lost your soul!
Don't get me wrong, it's nice to have dreams.
Aspire, acquire, it's not quite what it seems.
To talk about "stuff" that is baseless in meaning.
Might as well stop with all the daydreaming.
You speak in vagueness, you hide in shadows.
Your emptiness inside, the deathly hallows.
You gotta wonder what god do you follow?
In the end, it's your pride that you should swallow.
You beg to be the first with breaking news,
But you'll never do much to make the news.
Make sure when it comes time to show and prove,
You're not the one left singing the Blues.
You travel the world, but ain't been anywhere in 08.
And now I'm about to take off, you're jealous with hate?
Whatever happened to "we rise together"?
I guess that was you and your "yes men", whatever.
Who are you to put yourself up on that pedestal so high?
Meanwhile I'm back at the joint on a different high.
"Why so serious?" Your angered tone is a given.
Scorned, like you were born on Nine Eleven.
I'm not angry, I'm not mad. Really not one bit.
You smiling and shining as if you were the sh*t.
I'm just sayin, seeing you at the club up in VIP,
Who are you V.I. to? Certainly not me.
Watching as you roam, the swagger in your strut.
Do you feel that empty feeling in the pit of your gut?
You play the role with such flair and passion,
I guess I should have been excited or somethin.
It's not envy, not jealousy, not hate.
What it is, you worked to create.
What's done is done and there is no fix.
Keep building the wall with rocks and bricks.
A blog is a blog created for all to read,
It's journalistic, subjective, subrscribe to the feed.
If you don't agree with it, simply "don't come".
Freedom of choice is still free for everyone.
How are you going to call someone else weak?
Since when does anyone have anything to say about anything?
Have you not learned from your famed upbringing?
Freedom of speech, but beware your ignorance.
Be aware that things you don't know will come to haunt you.
I have to borrow a term called keyboard courage,
Because you don't have the presence to face the truth.
You talk about Louis, Gucci, Prada, and Yves,
But I don't quite see you rockin anything on your sleeve?
You got 563 perrs of shoes, but you missing a sole.
Out of all those soles, you done lost your soul!
Don't get me wrong, it's nice to have dreams.
Aspire, acquire, it's not quite what it seems.
To talk about "stuff" that is baseless in meaning.
Might as well stop with all the daydreaming.
You speak in vagueness, you hide in shadows.
Your emptiness inside, the deathly hallows.
You gotta wonder what god do you follow?
In the end, it's your pride that you should swallow.
You beg to be the first with breaking news,
But you'll never do much to make the news.
Make sure when it comes time to show and prove,
You're not the one left singing the Blues.
You travel the world, but ain't been anywhere in 08.
And now I'm about to take off, you're jealous with hate?
Whatever happened to "we rise together"?
I guess that was you and your "yes men", whatever.
Who are you to put yourself up on that pedestal so high?
Meanwhile I'm back at the joint on a different high.
"Why so serious?" Your angered tone is a given.
Scorned, like you were born on Nine Eleven.
I'm not angry, I'm not mad. Really not one bit.
You smiling and shining as if you were the sh*t.
I'm just sayin, seeing you at the club up in VIP,
Who are you V.I. to? Certainly not me.
Watching as you roam, the swagger in your strut.
Do you feel that empty feeling in the pit of your gut?
You play the role with such flair and passion,
I guess I should have been excited or somethin.
It's not envy, not jealousy, not hate.
What it is, you worked to create.
What's done is done and there is no fix.
Keep building the wall with rocks and bricks.
A blog is a blog created for all to read,
It's journalistic, subjective, subrscribe to the feed.
If you don't agree with it, simply "don't come".
Freedom of choice is still free for everyone.
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