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Let your art be reflection of self and you will feel whole but hungry

There is something that is borderline exhibitionism about making my private thoughts public.Similar to someone streaking across a football people with thousands of people watching. I don't know if its just wanting to get my thoughts out there and stimulate more people into asking questions or it could be that I just need to scream to the masses and not feel like im trapped in my little cocoon.
All these factors aside I feel that I am amongst greats, who do i speak of? Well I feel that everyone's chosen art form really reflects the person and a lot of the peoples thoughts are well represented in their finished work. Well it should be obvious since we are unique human beings and although coincidences do happen one persons finished product should be unique to another. This can be done when you are told to paint something after only seeing it after 5 minutes. Even the most talented painters would probably portray their own unique perspective of what they have seen.
Music is one of the things I have realized that is thoroughly commercialized. By commercialized I mean that artists are instructed or have to produce a specific sound that is used to make money. Case in point, house music. It has become a very lucrative genre but it adds no value in terms of knowledge or emotions. It is basically a repetitive beat that to me can be used as a supplement to drugs. Today's music is so commercially driven that true artists cant compete with the big corporate backed musicians who constantly just use old samples to churn out noise and package it as music. I don't know if you have watched this movie starring Taye diggs called 'Brown sugar' that talks about two people brought together by the love of hip hop and eventually each other. Taye diggs was a music producer for a big record label who after being forced to sign a talentless pair of rappers and produce their album just decides to quit. He meets a cab driver who happens to be a big underground rapper (Mos def) who happens to be very talented and decides to start his own label. His wife leaves him and he eventually succeeds and falls in love with his best friend from childhood who has shared his love for hip hop. One line in that movie stands out for me, his boss told him this when we tried to advocate against an idea to make a shitty song."Here we keep it profitable, you want artistic integrity you go to ruckus". Rawkus records being the real life record company that jump started the careers of  Mos def, Talib Kweli among other greats.With all the talent in rawkus records we probably cant say much about their earnings however they have made some great and inspiring music. I do not blame the music producers and label executives for following the money but artistic integrity in this day and age doesn't pay the bills.

Let your art be reflection of self and you will feel whole but hungry

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