The hidden truths of the #UrbanDesi music industry are nipping at my heels. Everyone that inboxes me wants me to get sucked into reporting the darkness that lies behind the scenes of a colourful, fun, smiley music industry. The heaviness of this knowledge and knowing I can potentially expose people for their ridiculous behaviour balanced with the impact this negativity has on my mental state is something I toy with everyday. They want #WideoDiary in fast instant gratification specials, I want an epic, in-depth reportage that will stand the test of time. They tell me to be fast. I need to be thorough. My time on this planet, in this realm is full of choices I need to make. I'll admit, for me, the Music Industry, is a game we invented to simulate real life. A selfish circus tent we erected (boys snigger here) where we cry about our mishaps and celebrate our egos. People will argue that music saves lives. I tend to agree until I actually listen to your lyrics and the often tasteless regurgitation of samples, arrangements and impure formulaic nonesensical self loathing couched in brightly coloured bullshit. Once in a while someone will save a life with their song, I hang on to those moments of hope. They don't last long. Do you face these dilemmas on a daily basis too? Do you give in to societal pressures rendered with a paycheck or do you opt for the "poorer" moral high-ground that leads to promised ultimate richness of "heart" with the payoff of peace of mind? Do tell. A brother would love to know. Asking for a friend 😉 #TruthWideoDiary Vs @urbandesidocumentary #UrbanDesiDoc the inner battle.