Nomadic For Once

The most popular thoughts on my mind right now are the future, life from on the road and the sporadics of my daily life that stimulate me. Coming upon the second year anniversary of me being in Corvallis, the smells of summer in fall, and a third reason to make the comma make sense flutter past as examples but the pull comes in waves that vary in power. 

My dad's father committed suicide; my own father left when I was eight; I hadn't stayed in a community for a length of time beyond two years since a decade prior. There is a habit of mine as a nomad that pulls against my everyday life. It's hard but not more than what we all experience in separate ways. I am sensitive to that. It would be eccentric of me to conclude that any of us suffer or celebrate in a way that is new under the sun. 

My mentor asked if I thought about writing on hip hop. I have a hard enough time deciding if there is a dash between those three-letter words. I know what sets a fire under me and will learn in my writing, if for the first time, as you get to read through. My love for hip hop (There, I decided not to muddy my paragraphs with unnecessary dashes) began when I first followed Lil' Wayne in 2006 or '07. He had just got a radio hit on the hip hop radio station (97.1) as a feature with Lloyd entitled Want You. His flow wasn't safe. He took music somewhere that the hip hop genre had tasted but wasn't mature enough to steward. (Altogether I don't believe Lil' Wayne perfected the transition but he led the direction.)

Drake came behind and led his own generation in the sound. I don't want to be silly and try to define what is special about either of their sounds but I know that they are special with their sounds. There was a documentary made by QD3 Entertainment called The Carter that followed Lil' Wayne around the time that he released one of the most talented albums in hip hop history. At first Wayne had given his support for the project but withdrew that support before it was released. The producers met Wayne at his stage character and used his participation in that to reveal the intelligence of an artist with work ethic. Whether or not you like him now, Wayne put in the hours of work that not many people ever get close to. Whoever you create (or stand for), that ability in genius requires outstanding effort. Everyone doesn't need to love you but they will know what effort you put in. I loved The Carter because it pulled off the mask of a pop culture icon and exposed the interior of his self.

The sun is setting a golden light against the earth, it's a cool evening (fall is coming), and I reflect upon life on the road that I wish I could go back to. I wish I could dissertate something fluffy to sign off with but I don't have anything that way to say. I'm happy I was lit up enough to digest a little of what my mind has processed through. A lot of my life may need a paper journal but I'm tired of the solitude and will mature through that too. 

"All is well that ends well,"