Let it Be

Honestly I think the only entertaining part about American Idol is watching the one's who can't sing. It's good to laugh at people making a fool of themselves. True story. It's much more tv-worthy. What's even more funny is hearing the contestants tell the judges that they really believe that they can sing, when even Jesus knows those suckas don't stand a chance. Don't get me wrong; the show's dozen-or-so finalists who do sing... have some talent. But because American Idol is a show more focused on image than talent, America votes "best personality", instead of "most talented". Yes the image is important but it seems like its the only thing you need these days to sky-rocket your music career. That's why I can't be apart of something so surreal and shallow. I get enough judgement from society telling me I'm not good enough let alone some singing (aka image) competition reality show. People tell me many times that I shou

 Enter my reality  I know I've been away. And thanks for all of you out there (who actually read my blogs). If you read my previous blogs from the past, you know that I'm absolutely IN LOVE with music. Well I'm the same way about dreams. Dreams influence people. It tells us unconsciously what our waking minds are afraid to tell us. Sometimes dreams can be prophetic and most of the times they're very symbolic. As the rapper Tupac once said: "Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real". He nailed it with that statement. It's so true. It's hits my heart to the very core, because dreams are an extension--- a vision or message that God is trying to tell us about. My phone rang around 3:20 pm and it scared the sh*t out of me. I woke up almost jumping out of my bed. Some dream I had. It was my brother calling to tell me to come pick him up from school. I'm bracing myself as I speak. It was creepy, almost lucid and of course some symbolic state t