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October 2010 Magazine33 Virginia, Indie Road, Richmond
Mr. Big Dreams
Words from the soul...by Percy Soul.
Richmond - Just call me Mr. Big Dreams. He who searches for beauty in the mundane, excitement in the banal, and spectacular in the ordinary. He who does not measure success based upon the talents he's been given, but instead measures it on his own sordid definition, defined by those who have "succeeded" before him.
I am the quintessential starving artist, who constantly feels the need to tack on a second job on top of the already 40-50 hour cesspool of killjoy known as work. How do you spell feces? W. O. R. K. But I get through on fragments of bass lines, tight horn hits, and diminished and/or augmented chords. I thrive on Dwele's "Sketches of a Man", Palestrina's Sicut Cervus, and the fact that Radiohead's The Bends never gets old.
I keep on treading, climbing, putting one foot in front of the other, one rake in front of the shovel, and all things are impermanent. All things evolve, and these thoughts slide off my mind like sweat on Rain-X, but here I am, and wherever you go, there you are. It's only this moment that is, and I AM. So I get by on the sacrifice of Gandhi, the compassion of the Buddha, and the miracles of the Christ. I am blessed with the worldliness of Bobby McFerrin, the majesty of Richard Bona, and the fact that Counting Crows' August and Everything After never gets old.
So I keep on playing my shows, in small clubs, and dives all over Virginia. I keep on writing my songs, my gems, my little musical portraits, and I keep the love of it all right out on my sleeve for all to see. Just waiting for the right person to say, "Damn Mr. Fella!!! You got pipes!! I'm gonna sign you to huge record deal!! You gonna get paid, Mr. Fella!! But none of that matters. I do it for the love, for the joy it brings me, and the pleasure it brings to others. So I keep on working my two jobs, making little to no money at my love, my art, my music. Mentally and physically exhausted, putting one foot in front of the other, one nail in front of the hammer, searching for extraordinary in the mundane, and wherever I go, here I am.
So I get by on minor 6ths, tight harmonies, and drum fills. I thrive on Bach's Mass in B minor, Bilal's Soul Sista, and the fact that Maxwell's BLACKsummers'night never gets old. Without up, there is no down. Without pain, there is no joy. I do it for the love.
Just call me Mr. Big Dreams.
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