Overcome your lacking.

So this is a note I wrote to myself - whatever that means today. It's like being stuck in a blender, but after all the foam from the fast slicing stopped, and you're left with this puss emulating scatter that has a lot of substance - but so withered and stressed thin that it's not going to be of a lot of use to anyone. God I miss my reason. It was so pure, and my days were so shiny. I probably should be a positive thinker from here on out. Falling is no joke, and I've sure fallen quite a ways.

But that alone is a state of mind. None of this giving up. None of this narcotic driven drabble. It's time actually to sleep, because no champion is complete without rest. And good planning. Nothing done without good planning. That's essential. Here's a good resource.

Another good resource is this little snippet from some worthy notes I'm planning to publish at some point in life. This happens to be about a new body of music I'm working on:

What will you do to promote this new release?

What release?

This new collection of instrumentals. This configuration is fucking awesome. You've got to breathe some life into all these tracks. They are definately the shit, but they've got to have some life breathed into them. That's the most important thing. If you listen to a track and don't particularly know what's being said, then you have to understand what has to be felt. Often times, words in a crowd have little meaning because you can't hear everything all the time. It's the sound of the music and the freedom to express the feelings that come with it naturally and pleasurably that makes a song useful. That's what counts. So once they know what you're talking about, that's added depth.

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