Jaden | Music

I sat down at 1:37am thursday morning to write a song about someone who has been clouding my thoughts recently. Finding myself lost for words, i turned to jazz music to find a key to unlock my inspiration. I’ve never actually taken the time out to listen to jazz in moments when i am looking for artistic aid, especially in temperamental moments, when a million thoughts still can’t find their way though your pen and onto your pad.

I now find myself lost an infinite maze of passion,  love, grace, humility, and absolute genius. Artist’s like Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, Louie Armstrong, Miles Davis, and John Coltrane,  have opened up a new door for me. A door to a magical world where emotions are so perfectly depicted by music and lyrics, a world where, on any particular day (sunny, preferably at the beach), i can find what makes me forget all life’s dramas – LOVE………..*sigh*

Next time you find yourself thinking about a certain someone, try listening to some Sinatra or Ella Fitzgerald………let me know what you think : )

I must LOVE you and leave u….back to writing my song,

ciao xo

“There’s nothing left… There’s no us – just me and you…”

Ok, so as much as I don’t like to discuss these facts with most people, I have been in a few relationships in my time. The thing that always leaves me wondering is the way it starts out so great, and then as time goes on we drift further and further apart (“we” being a colossal generalisation in reference to every person that has ever found themselves in a doomed relationship).  Sometimes it happens so gradually that you just wake up one day and feel like you don’t even know the person lying next to you (assuming that it IS actually your partner next to you, and not that hot chick from Blockbuster whose name you just can’t seem to remember…)

There is no real explanation as to why; no particular occurrence that sparks it. It doesn’t feel like your heart has just been stomped on, and it doesn’t usually result in broken vases or black eyes. Perhaps it is more like the way you felt after walking out  of the cinema at the end of Seven (assuming that you’re not someone with unresolved sadistic obsessions)  If you haven’t seen Seven, you should probably stop reading and sort that out right about now (and if you can’t count to 7 you should really be asking yourself how you managed to get this far through my blog without setting fire to your special prescription ear muffs)

Anyhow, I seem to be digressing from the original point of this story (if there was in fact a point to begin with…) I suggest that you take 4 minutes to check out the track below, and then waste the rest of the day trying to take your pulse using a wooden spoon.

Bonsoir for now, my loyal/sexy readers.

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