Love dreamer. I can only dream of love when I don't know what it is. I don't know what happiness is, either. I'm finalizing a mix for a song called "Interested", but I used the words "beautiful dreamer". Ah, you went for a long drive in your car listening to your hit album! I bet you were also thinking about your album release show and Jimmy Kimmel live. I don't have the tendency to listen to my old stuff. Either I hate it and refuse to hear it, or I like it and now it bores me. Gotta keep moving on, you know what I mean. I don't have a car but a motorcycle, and I used to go on long drives in the backwoods too. Not anymore: I now have important routines to maintain, so I can't drive far. I hate this damned motorcycle anyway: it's problematic and the kick starter keeps fucking up my hip joints that I can't walk straight sometimes. Then an old guy at the mosque told me that there's a green snake living in my motorcycle. He's right of course, but I can't seem to kill it. It keeps getting away.
So, are you ready to be a celebrity? You're going to need courage and patience. We can't have credibility without celebrity nowadays, so please prepare your heart and mind.
