I promised myself that I will write more, so I am writing. Its gonna help me get the new music churning too, so write I shall.
I have been in an artist funk lately. I went to this year’s Soul Summit in ATL, and man I love that city. Best case scenario, I would live in NYC, LA, and ATL. Claim it and so it shall be. I got to see some of my artist friends that I haven’t seen in a bit all in one place. But then, I got to meet some new folks that I really enjoyed. It’s cool to meet people that I listen to and enjoy and have them say to me that they listen and enjoy me too. Actually, it blows my mind. It’s a supreme compliment…kinda’ like the vibrations are aligned, and the creation is affirmed: like minds/things attract each other….that whole SECRET thing. Speaking of which, I am a big proponent of the Secret’s platform, even before it was recognized as The Secret. But, here lately, its been kinda’ hard because of all the unstable energy around me. That’s what my artist funk has been about…there is a lot of junk floating around out there, and since I am blessed (and I say blessed, though it can be a curse sometimes) with artist sensibilities, I am very sensitive to my environment. Sometimes, its difficult to discern between what is good for me, or bad for me, and even more tricky..what is indifferently grey for me. So, I have gotten caught up in my moodiness. Then the guilt of: since I am attracting crap, I must be putting it out there…man. I need to change it…round and round I go.
But now, I am OVER IT. Fuck THE SECRET, fuck all this blah blah blah. Stop talking, just do it.
Let me just go ahead and write a song.
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