Take It From The Top…

As I have been working on The SoulReservoir over the last few years, it has come to my attention that even though I absolutely love music and to write about its various artists, albums, songs, mixtapes, etc. and how it all means a great deal to me,  it doesn’t always afford me a means to write about who I am, what I go through, where I’m from, what I see and the like.

I mean I can write something for TSR and inject my brand of cynicism/passion/objectivity/opinion into it as much as I like but frankly, for me it just doesn’t seem to be enough. I’ve always harbored a passion for the written word and at one time in my life, thought I was headed in the direction of being an accomplished author. 25 years later and it has not yet materialized to that extent but TSR has been a definite jump off point.

It’s probably one of the reasons I gravitated to Twitter so easily, as it gives me a quick outlet for whatever crosses my brain stem. I just have more to say about such a wide variety of things in the world and in my life trying to keep them contained within the realm of music seems so restricting at times. It almost as if the labor of love TSR is for me can sometimes also be more of a love of labor.

Please don’t go and get that twisted. TSR has been more than good for me to do and I have no thoughts of discontinuing my posts there. I’ve written about, interviewed and casually spoken with some very interesting people through it, that I may have never had the privilege of making acquaintance with.
I’ve just done what would probably be the inevitable by starting another blog to get these other things out of my mind. So, my writing here will be more of a sidebar, if you will, for the other jumble of randomness within my brain.

Whether it is read by others is not the reason for doing it as I have no qualms about if others read it or not. If you do and would like to comment, please do. If something here strikes a chord or tickles your fancy, fantastic and by all means continue to frequent its electronic pages. If you find nothing of interest or even to some extent abhor what passes your eyeballs, that too will be just fine with me.

I will still write it and contain it all here. The loves, likes, dislikes, hates, musings, good, bad, ugly, unabashed, dirty, stankin’, beautiful, sweet-smelling, raucous, boisterous and the pleasant…

All of it…

Everything that goes into making up the mindset of  a 33-year-old, Black, Aries male, living in the state of North Carolina, in the country called America. Happily re-married to a beautifully wonderful woman recently diagnosed with cancer that I’m deathly afraid that I will outlive. Being the father of two beautiful daughters that live in SC with their Mother because she and I could not get along. The trials and tribulations of a Navy Veteran that wishes he could have done more than just a four-year Tour of Duty that is now employed by a major corporation that almost has more rules and regulations than the military did (but barely follows any of them until it suits their needs).

Who’s normal response to being asked how he is doing on any given day will more often than not be the same as the title of this blog,

“Won’t Kill Nuffin’, Won’t Let Nuffin’ Die“…

Later,
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