I would love to tell you that the life of this musician is packed solid with exciting engagements such as: hedonistic parties, beautiful half naked women, mind altering drugs, soul expanding jam sessions, paparazzi style followings and genre changing live shows. While many of those aspects (nevermind which ones) are present on a number of ocassions, the daily grind of this young man is consumed by the back breaking love of labor behind the rise. It is a hustle not many can conceive of.
I am Apoetnomadali and I am aspiring to be one of the greatest songwriters, performers, hip hop artists, entertainers in the 21st century. Mind you, my time to continue this quest that began when I picked up my first drumsticks in third grade, is heartbreakingly limited. However, do not confuse such a mention as a plea for sympathy. I have chosen this. Many times in life we are not given choices. My financial obligations at this point are not my choice, but my duty. My ambition and how I meet such responsiblities are completely my choice. Furthermore, I had and still have the opportunity to delve into any career which I pretty much choose, albeit as time passes the paths to those pots of gold are altered.
In this case, my Art has chosen Me. I would love to follow my aspirations of being a Professor, a Lawyer, an actor, and/or a professional Writer, but my music and the deafening desire to have it recorded and heard will not leave me in peace. Growing up I assisted the school of Train Yourself To: Dance, Rap, Write, Play, Perform, and Act. You may not find the application for the school at your local highschool because it takes no applicants and kidnaps you at an early age and forms an identity as real as they get. Because of this history, I am forced head first into what seems like this never ending maze of get burned and learn from it.
Club promoters stiff you with the short end of the stick as you piggy back onto their middleman deal with the club itself. If you walk out of the venue with at least half of the crowd having understood your message, having sold 10 cd's, and at least 2 girls (not 1) who want to sleep with you, consider it a phenomenal night. Soundmen who hate their job throw you into the heap of shit they are forced to hear nightly. Everybody wants to help, and yet when you ask them to do something for you, it's always the wrong thing or the wrong time, or not a "big enough" responsibility. Days I am teacher. Days I am CEO. Days I am Limo Driver. Days I am Office Manager. Days I am Engineer. Nights I am Percussionist, Singer, Emcee, DJ, Dancer. Its a sickening juggle of push, grind, shove, break, bust, heave, walk, run, sweat...breathe.
I am Apoetnomadali, and I will be your next favorite artist.
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