Saturday, March 31, 2012

A Lonely Place...


Tonight I broke down while performing. I can't remember exactly what song it was, but I remember it hitting me pretty hard. It's a very real, potent feeling to look out into the crowd and see people tearing up and crying - to see your music touching them and taking them to that very raw, personal place feels a lot like an accomplishment - one I am very proud to have been a part of.

The entire weight of the words I had written, the stories I had told, and the hope I was looking for came crashing down at once. At that moment, there was nothing standing between me and the pain, love, and hope that has influenced the message in my music.

As a performer, the worst thing you can do on stage is to "think".... The best performances are pure emotion... You become the snare, the kick, the violin, and the piano. I've found that it's easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find men who are willing to endure the pain of vulnerability. My goal is to keep my music as far away from ego and as close to vulnerability as possible.

This particular show on this particular night provided a platform for that moment where vulnerability meets pain and patience.

Though the room was full, the space felt like a lonely place. And I feel all that much better for adding what I could to it.

Special thank you to Deveraux for his heart-felt performance, and to Elijah C for bringing us home with his guitar.

Thank you all,

Me


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Labor of Love

This morning... 9 hours after I sat down to write last night... I looked at my post-it notes, scratch papers, drawings, sketches, musings, and 3 empty energy drinks... and I saw myself.

A long time ago a friend of mine named Noah gave me a book by Khalil Gibran called "The Prophet"... I read the entire book in one night, and found myself totally transformed the next morning. There was a passage in the book where Gibran commented that "Always you have been told work is a curse and labour a misfortune. But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born, and in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life..."

Love life. I write to right.

Sincerely,

Me