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Metaphorically Speaking

Jullian — Sat, 31 Mar 2012 20:39:27 +0000

“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.” – Henry David Thoreau

I had always been a tad off beat, a little backwards reading most books, and articles from back to front to know the outcome before the cause. I wanted to feel safe in knowing that what I was spending my time reading, and learning was really worth my energy. I think it was a sort of safety mechanism. “What happens if I read this, and by the end what I have learned gets me nowhere?” “If I get nothing from this what was the point?” So after moving to New York City a year, and some months ago now, I have taken on more of an iridescent view on life, really seeing there is more than meets thee eye to the outcome of anything, and that there is more to be learned in the cause. I look back thinking how ignorant it really was of me to think of receiving an outcome before a cause, how could I really enjoy the fruits with out the labor anyway? It’s a sobering beauty, life and it’s lessons being able to get through the scrambled, the erratic, the deranged, and the delirious. Letting the dust settle to see, and most importantly feel the difference, and knowing the importance to its reason. What a relief huh? Discipline, and a little ingenuity pay off! Metaphorically speaking the outcome of the books we read we may not enjoy, we may not appreciate, and we may not agree with, but the cause from page one into the final chapter tell tale to how we arrived there, and that my friends is most important. When latter days come, and life does it’s circular motion it will always do the same synopsis will show it’s pages, and it is our job to not take our lessons in vein, but the second time around to make a rational, intelligent decision with ALL the information… And so life becomes an intuitive read… Metaphorically Speaking

The Night Before The Final Mastering

Jullian — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 01:37:16 +0000

Just about a year ago I made New York City my new home. I moved with no real direction other than a feeling in my gut and a few songs in my back pocket written at some of the most painful stages of my life. I didn’t hope for anything, I wasn’t ready, I didn’t pray too much, and I wasn’t sure I deserved answers, but destiny led me here. That guttural gnawing in my stomach was soon to be answered. I started straight ahead at work on my record and in doing so I found the soul in my sound. I learned of the little trinkets in my tone and the beauty hiding behind the belts of my diaphragm. The gnawing in my belly all these years was just myself needing to be set free. I thought, if I don’t hash through this close-to-the-bone agony to do what I was gifted to do then this will be the end of me. I knew I wouldn’t have the energy left to pick myself up again. Tomorrow I have an appointment to finalize my record. I will go into the mastering session and I will hear so many beautiful sounds blossom like a beautiful rose filled with new life. I will hear my sweat, blood, and tears. My life stories will take off into the sky like a dragonfly. Most of all, I will be doing this knowing that I fought, I believed, I prayed, and so, I finished. This year has been filled with so much soul and so much guts and glory, that it is indescribable how my heart feels so warm and humble. I am jumping into my jacket and snow boots now to head into the studio, one last time. I will be finishing vocals on my song “Dragonfly”, the last song to be completed. What a perfect way to wrap this record and to start my new life, high in the sky where I have always dreamed of being, and so far far from my silhouette of pain. I will check back in tomorrow evening after the mastering of “From My Integrated Soul”. I hope I will be able to rest tonight! I feel so many things~

In Between The Beat Of A City’s Tune

Jullian — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 15:25:10 +0000

Lifted brow to the sky, mild mood, hands held high. “Just give me a beat!” the old fashioned man said. Dressed from head to toe in everything but shirt to shoe cohesion, miss-matching with a bright pink top. Hat to boot, the man couldn’t be more content. All he wanted to do was sing, turning noise into music at every turn, his spirit was as energized as a young boy on Christmas morning awaiting the new family pet to show face from under the tree! This blind man made his way to what we call the city of dreams. To him it was music, the city of noise! At every corner, a new instrument, from the gallop of a horses hoof, to a dogs bark, to a taxi horn, all just enough to inspire a tune! A man most would call homely and unfortunate, on the contrary, he would say, “just consider me the lucky one. I have a gift. I hear sounds most never hear.” When asked to explain, he would reply, “have you been to the park in the village where the pigeons meet? It’s like an arrangement of bells and whistles, an ensemble of feathers, a living breathing orchestra! Or maybe under the streets where millions of feet scurry, shoes are clacking, people huffing to achieve their destinations while trains come to screaming halts. I hear subway vocalists resembling a chorus of sorts to these scurrying entities. Just give me a beat. Sight means no more to me than the excitement of your new sparkling shoe. My ears are my gratitude. The world is my symphony. I need not see what I hear so clearly…” You will find this miss-matched man dancing in the streets, a slanted grin to the left side of his face aimlessly scouring the city for the next big hit! A grateful man, we should say, a free spirit, an angel. How sweet to meet people that dance to different beats, that live and breathe in between the notes of life. How fortunate we are to experience these off-the-beat souls… Refreshing, I’d say. Grateful. I welcome you.