Dear Music,

I remember falling in-love with you at an early age. I recall the times, the places, the events that made me cry, the time in which I spent with a person with whom I looked up to. My dad always meant a lot to me. My humor comes from him but unfortunately so does my want of constant attention.

I resented my dad for not being with my mom and when he made the decision to get married and move down south, I resented him even more. Life without him was seemingly the same but secretly not. I would hear James Brown, MJ, The temptations ect… and get emotional. I stayed away from music.

Granted I play the guitar, violin, big fan of lyrics…but still it wasn’t the same. The passion was no longer there.

I recently met someone who made me realize the memory associated with music is okay, embrace it, it’s making you who you are. I slowly began to fall back in love with music the way I once was. My attention to detail became sharper; my love for knowing where your sample came from came back. Music was back in my life. And I have him to thank for that.

Your words mean too much to not mean anything at all.

Thank you.

*drops mic*