The life of a writer is adventurous yet lonely. Passionate yet indifferent. The writer embraces a body of work with clenched teeth and a mind that swirls with a myriad of emotion's, scenery, and hope. And when the work is done, you need someone, anyone, to get it. It is with such borderline lunacy that I engaged my current article in development- a special edition no less- for my website The Rhythm Review.

 For the past year, within many personal free timelines, I have immersed myself in the splendor, the tapestry, the audacity, and the sensuality of soul music. If it could be read, I read it. If it could be played, I played it. And, naturally, if it could be heard, I listened. And listened. And listened. And went back to many, and listened again. If I wasn't sure, I researched it. When the research was not reassuring, I sought out the truth like a rhythmic detective. During these musical historical sojourns, I discovered that music is truly, without being cliche, the ultimate element that flows through us all. Be it country and western, soul, hip-hop, pop, jazz, or classical, like DNA, it's in you. Soul music is in me. I am it's faithful soldier. On April 7th, my insane passion for the world's greatest music boils over right here on The Rhythm Review website. Be here, and renew your own inner soul hot-wiring.  - Micalos Arnold