I haven’t written anything in awhile, and I believe it’s because I’ve been so uninspired. Music usually gives me my inspiration. Music is my muse. Without it, it’s sad to say, but it takes quite a bit to get me going. Music and I have a great relationship. Clearly, I depend on it too much, and I wasn’t prepared for the down part of our roller coaster ride. Thus, my devastation even as I write this.
Although my commute is extremely shorter than it used to be, I still turn on my radio each morning to try to get at least one “feel good” song in before I take the day by storm. Imagine my disappointment when there’s “talk radio” glaring through the speakers and even worse, some “ratchet” nonsense that I can barely understand. I never thought I’d quote my grandmother but I find myself thinking “Turn all that noise down. I can barely think” each time I hear today’s “popular” music.
The older I get, the less patience I have for the new “music” I hear. If I never hear another word about clubs, partying, sex, “turning up,” money and anything else I missed, it would be too soon. I miss the good ol’ days. You know, the times when you could play an entire album from front to back without having to press fast forward. I miss the “feel good” music. I miss music that has meaning. I miss music without all the dramatics. I miss music that doesn’t require you to be “turnt up” to listen to it. I miss music that takes you to a place far far away the moment you hear the intro. Plain and simple: I miss music.
Don’t get me wrong, there are some artist that fill the void but they are rare. I’m still waiting on J. Cole’s second album. Frank Ocean and Miguel should’ve dropped albums like yesterday. Beyonce’ still has me waiting. The Weeknd needs to give me more.
I’m just a needy individual who needs my inspiration, so that I can inspire others. Is that too much to ask?