Apparently, my horoscope for this week condones day dreaming. So here we go.
I don't understand the fickle nature of music consumers. One minute you are their favorite artist and the next they don't want anything to do with you. One minute, you are on top of the charts and no one can touch you, and the next, you release a CD and it doesn't make news at all. It's like farting in the wind. I was listening to Ja Rule and Ashanti this morning on the radio on my way to work, and I distinctly remember when he was the top dog, everything he did or put his groggy voice too was gold, No. 1 single. He must have been living large then, now, I hear he does Bar-Mitzvahs and wedding gigs. So sad. And Ashanti's fame level is pretty much the same. Now, it's all about Ciara. No one even books for those Maybelline launches. That's just sad.
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