Starving For Genius - Episode 4

Erotic Substance

Chapter Three

Triple Crown

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There was no time to waste. I got dressed, packed my things, and kissed Rachelle goodbye, giving her the money I had set aside for our Rizal adventure while promising to keep in touch.

Regretting that I had bought a desktop instead of a laptop, of which was now useless to me as it sat on a table in my humble studio apartment half a world away, I coughed up the ridiculous amount needed to use the internet on the plane ride back home, spending the fifteen hour flight researching the music video industry, as well as emailing the artist whose music had come to life in my head. I put no attempt into trying to explain what had occurred, but rather just sent him a copy of the script and asked if he’d be interested in working with me.

Within twelve hours of landing I had educated myself on the basics of how the music business worked when it came to music videos. In general, the industry was rather pompous, refusing to take anyone seriously who had not already proven themselves with commercial-level work. A mountain of a wall to climb over for those just starting out.

The independent labels were just as cold as the majors, and when I didn’t hear back from the artist I had reached out to, I realized what had to be done.

I would fight fire with fire, obliterating the industry’s unwritten rule with the explosive fuel of the internet. One of the shared attributes of all past geniuses is that every single one had encountered obstacles of willful ignorance. Adversaries, who with their thick obstinate skulls, failed to see the greatness before them.

The big wigs wanted a proven track record before giving me the time of day? So be it. I’d set out to shatter their numbers on all video sharing sites with this newly discovered genius I now possessed.

Where had it come from? Had it come out of my two decades of spiritually crawling on hand and knee as I searched the ends of the earth for my one true greatness? With it finally having come to fruition in a hotel room in Southeast Asia? Or had it been within me all along? Like a diamond continuing to crystallize amongst pressurized carbon, only now coming to such brilliant life?

Like the majority of people, I’ve never thought too much of music videos, most actually being superficial in nature and not coming anywhere near justifying the original piece of music they were intended to serve.

Initiated by the euphoria of human sexuality, why did I display this unique ability to seamlessly join music and imagery to become one? Was it due to the fact that these were two of but a few universal pleasures we all share in? Music and love making? And why now? Had I never had a sexual experience set to music?

I scanned my memory but couldn’t find one single instance. Perhaps this is why my greatness hadn’t been released up to this point. These two crucial ingredients having never before come together.

And how about the act itself? Could I achieve the same results through masturbation, or did the genius require feeding my lust through another?

I dare not question any further, demanding of my obsessive brain to stop rationalizing and to just accept this wonderful gift of serving music.

The path of which the discovery had taken place would be followed.

The taking of a lover, while set to the music I would merge and create with.

My genius had arrived.

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After selling my desktop and withdrawing a substantial amount from my savings account I went out and purchased a laptop, professional editing software, and a High-Definition video camera. My equivalent of Michelangelo’s chisel and hammer. Rembrandt's paint brush and canvas. These would be my tools as I’d introduce my greatness to the world.

The next step was to