Music, Beats, Prose
Okay. I really put my foot into this one!
I have a new addition to the Contraband remix series. At the request, I went back to do another Janet Jackson song. Yes, I can commissioned to do an underground remix!
This time I went at Throb originally from her 1995 album simple called Janet.
A download can be had by joining my Contraband journal.
I’ll be catching up with producing a video in the near future, as well as for Zaddy.
It took me a while to get this done. I wanted to get it right and when the request was initially asked of me, I just couldn’t get it to come together in any significant way.
Yet, here it is!
I was asked back in June to do a Rhythm Nation remix for a Juneteenth event. I struggled with it.
To improve our way of life
Janet Jackson — Rhythm Nation
Join voices in protest
To social injustice
A generation full of courage
To be honest, it’s been difficult to frame the complex emotions I have regarding our current events that really have long roots and became mature way before todays crazy happenings. On top of all that, or rather underneath all of that, I am still smarting from my mom dying of a re-occurrence of cancer in 2016, followed in 2017 by my one-time finance Lauren passing away from health issues related to her on-again-off-again battle with alcohol.
My creativity has been operating in fits of starts and stops. I’m ready for that types of outcomes to cease.
For others who are classic INTJs like I am, this may seem counter-intuitive, but it’s time for me to put it all out there and just let it be. I am laughing because I’m sure this is cringe-worthy for other intuitive-introverts.
In my somewhat older age–older than what most think that I am–I am already past the point of trying to compare my life (and life/goal posts) to some linear or singular time line of what most think it should ‘look like‘. All of that stuff made up BS anyway, designed–borrowing a quote from the movie Fight Club–to have us “chasing…shit we don’t need“.
Yes, I would like to find a life partner to build together. So what my time line may not fit the classic one or the ones that follow like a predictable shallow movie plot. This doesn’t mean it’s too late, and it doesn’t mean it can’t be done.
Much like most of my life thus far, it just means that I won’t be forced to fit into anyone’s box.