Kepping it Real Foo…

When we are all in high school, with our fixed friends, our fixed lives, our feeling of security, we all think we know what is real. Our music, our diets, our ways of life. From this comes our taste and how we perceive our first confrontations with art and culture. From there it’s our friends [...]

When we are all in high school, with our fixed friends, our fixed lives, our feeling of security, we all think we know what is real. Our music, our diets, our ways of life. From this comes our taste and how we perceive our first confrontations with art and culture. From there it’s our friends opinions, no matter how biased, and whatever once wetted your whistle, that molds all of your joys into the personalized touch that no one else may have. Or so we think. We all want to think that we are individuals, not packaged together, but somehow, in our own ways, complex and different from everyone around us.

So what about keeping it real? When I lived in SF there was always talk about how “it’s not about the money, man?” But why not? And where is the line where money should just be made and not spoken of? Shouldn’t we be paying people to bring brilliance to the streets and not regurgitated studio crap? If keeping it real means going broke and banging on trash cans to make a beat, then no thank you. Anything I actually really want to do takes money. But why can’t actual thought and expression be the money maker instead of talking about more money? This is the Human catch 22.

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