Digital Karma Mixed By DJ Crockett

Allow me to bring you up to speed on something pretty big.
Allow me to introduce you to a new phenomenon.
Allow me to tell you about...

DIGITAL KARMA

First and foremost, it's my company. My partner (and best friend) and I will do any large or small format digital printing you need. But wait... there's more...

Digital Karma is also a new mix series I've started releasing. and you get to grab it, and grab it you must.

Here are volumes 1, 2 and 3. 4 is currently in the making, so keep your eyes peeled, your ears to the speakers, and your dancing shoes on...

http://www.mediafire.com/file/tnmmddnjynj/Digital Karma vol.1.mp3

http://www.mediafire.com/file/mljnqnytjqy/Digital Karma vol.2.mp3

http://www.mediafire.com/file/gtylznutbvy/Digital Karma Vol.3.mp3

Oh, and free wallpaper. Awesome!

So...

Welcome to the start of something new. The first post in my new blog, believe it or not, has very little to do with music. It is in many ways inspired by music, and tainted by it. My first post is the start of the most incredible relationship I have ever experienced. The rest of the blog will be about the second most incredible relationship I have ever experienced...

My love affair with music. Here you'll find out what goes on inside my head. The inner rambling of a dancing, shouting, mixing mind. I'll share my work with you, and give you glimpses of where it comes from. I'll show you my inspiration and lead you on a journey.

What's Crockett Got In His Pocket?

Do you really want to know?

Come on in, and remember...

Never take off your dancing shoes. You just never know.

The Wait

For so long…

He wanders where it is.

For so long…

He hears it is there.

For so long…

He yearns to feel its touch.

For so long…

Yet still he waits.

It’s perfect,

So he is told.

It’s flawless,

So he is led to believe.

It’s everywhere,

So it is felt.

It’s her.

Yet still he waits.

He sees her,

Dancing free.

He hears her,

Singing her own words.

He is trapped,

In her existence.

He is passion.

Yet still he waits.

She is the music.

He cannot retreat.

She is the air.

He cannot retreat.

She is not his.

He cannot retreat.

She is not full.

Yet still he waits.

The lioness is not quiet.

She stalks her prey.

The lioness is not quiet.

She needs more each day.

The lioness is not quiet.

Her pride is not enough.

The lioness is not quiet.

Yet still he waits.

In all things earthly,

They are the same.

Through each and every day,

They are the same.

Together they fight their demons,

They are the same.

Their souls have become one.

Yet still he waits.

Her heart is his,

As his soul rests in her palm.

Her heart is his,

There is no question of why.

Her heart is his,

Thought they are both bound.

Her heart is his,

Yet still he waits.

The waiting has almost reached its end.

He knows she will soon be his.

This day is where he risks everything,

And that is what he would lose.

To have her in his arms each day,

His meager life he would give away.

The waiting ahs almost reached its end,

And together they will face a new day.