Well, it’s been almost 2 years in the making, but it’s finally out in the open. Written, performed, and recorded by yours truly, It Won’t Be Long. Its official release is on September 1st but feel free to download it here, now (free too! :D).
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As a man, I have always found women to be an attractive study. Fitting myself into the complex mathematics that is a woman is a feat no advanced numbers book can teach or should for that matter. Only because the answer is so simple. Life is love and pain. Good and evil. But who is the good and who is the evil? Man or woman? Me or her? Actually, I think it is none of the above. Let me explain this with the concept of loving a woman.
To have never loved a woman is an impossibility. To have loved her goodness is irresistible. And, to have recognized her pain is the first step to seeing true love.
I cannot say that I have never loved a woman. Do not confuse this type of love with the lustful nature of its modern state, for I speak of a love that is true, a love that is warm and knows no orientation. A mother is a woman. She endures the terrifyingly beautiful sacrifice of literally protecting a life for nine whole months. Life as I know it begins with a woman. She is the creator. Humans have an innate and unflinching yearn to belong to this woman, this mother, biological or adopted. The lines bordering science and magic are blurred when talking of the love between mother and offspring. I have asked myself if I have never loved a woman. Then I have asked myself if I have ever had a mother. “No” is quite simply an impossible answer. Life simply cannot allow it. And so it begins.
It may be impossible to describe the act of realizing love for a woman so this author will do his best with the common analogy of falling. We “fall” in love. For me, it is a weightless, uncontrollable drop that, in some brief and masochistic way, I enjoy. At times, this fall is short lived and I find myself climbing the nearest building hoping to jump and fall again. In that moment of free-fall I am myself losing myself in hopes that this woman catches me at the bottom. But let us see it differently. Picture the literal descent. Say this woman is not the ground but the fall itself. Doesn’t that make the act of falling in love THAT much more profound? And by the transient property, doesn’t that almost make the word “woman” synonymous with “love”? An irresistible thought to digest.
But with love comes pain. Some of the greatest cultural works are born of it. It is interesting to find that some things so great can stem from some things so awful. No man can physically fathom the pain of childbirth, the monthly battle of menstruation, let alone the constant stream of complex emotions running through a woman’s mind. She embodies pain. Why NOT try and translate that pain into a beautiful painting or a distinct melody or a poignant stanza? Should I remain blind to the beauty in all of their endless struggle?
Great love is never born from that which was great to begin with but instead from that which was too terrible to imagine.
The journey of life for me is not about finding what is good and what is evil. It is about knowing what is fair. I can see now how a woman can be both love and pain, symbols of the greatest good and the worst evil. So where can I fit into this equation? Simple. I am the equals sign. Love equals pain. Good equals evil. Life begins with her. I will see the art in her pain and find love. I will seek her love and find pain in the ground where I fall…
…For I am the equals sign.
Dogs are mans best friend, sure. But cats can fly.
The Designer Presents:
Ain’t even gonna front. I’m legitimately learning this instrument. It’s a Kid Accordion and all it can do is C-Major. It’s finding a way onto my album. Mark. My. Words.
My new Shure SM57. Also picked up a Shure SM7B but that’s not in yet. The second mic was used to record the whole Thriller album. What now, bishops?
Buy U A Drank (cover) - Timi Bumatay
Was looking at my iTunes library and I came across an old cover I did in 2008 of T-Pain’s Buy U A Drank. I’m so sorry, and you’re welcome.
