Ever create something, and then feel like, right in the moment, you've finished it, it represents a place you were in about six months ago? More than likely, there is something going on. Something within that's doing something. More than likely, you are expanding, growing, and progressing all at the same time. This happened to me recently as I was listening to something I created, and already within, I'm looking at it saying, this was the creative me, six months ago. Now within, something else is happening. Also, I realized I feel the progression is taking me on a ride, and it is the driver. I have no control over it. I realize what was okay and acceptable to me six months ago, is certainly not now. I feel it.
I have been listening to and introduced to a few artist lately, and its funny how immediately I connect with them. Almost like if we were sitting in a room together, there would be some powerful magnetic energy.
There are some artists that I listen to that I relate to, and before I even knew her story, one in particular is Roberta Flack. Her voice, her style, her presence, everything. A guy, just gave me a CD of artists to listen to, and it was amazing. These are not popular artists today, but are considered pioneers and "unsung heroes". This lady is super talented, and like me, she was a pianist first, and reluctant to sing. She then started writing, and moved to that creative space of singing, and now has some of the most well written songs to date. "I feel like making love" comes to mind for me. Short, simple, sweet, yet still pretty amazing.
Some may not know, but I'm a closet metal head. Because of the cool people I work with, I've been exposed to so many new bands. I've always listened to a wide range of music, however I've been exposed to some altogether new stuff lately. I listen to everything from Pat Benatar to Prince, but now my musical palatte has expanded so much. Nowadays, over 80% of the music I do listen to is Independent.
I've been introduced to a ton of new bands to check out. Some, I've never heard of before, ever. I use to say to myself, well if it isn't soul, I'm probably going to say this is some stupid kid high on cocaine who is just making another record. Yet, I'm open minded so I decided to sit down and take a listen. One writer, steven wilson, i've been introduced to. What an introduction! When I heard his music, I said, "well dayum". When I knew a little of his story, I said, "well dayum" again.
The music, makes you feel like you are watching a movie. I love the scenic background noises and synth sounds. It is very cinematic. I hear the music, and I feel a connection to this writer. I don't know why yet. I'm not sure how we relate yet, but I bet something is there.
His band is super creative and I can tell he is a perfectionist. You can never tell where he is going to move creatively next. It's pretty interesting and amazing to hear all this creativity out of one person. His lyrics can be very dark at times, however I can sit down and envision his story when I listen. When you are a progressively creative person, you take risks, and go in the flow of the progression. I feel that strongly with this guy. He has a few songs entitled, "cheating the polygraph, anesthetize, and "piano lessons" that I connected to. "Cheating the Polygraph" talks about a liar, who can lie so well, they cheat the polygraph. They don't really mind losing their integrity, however, their soul becomes black and cold because of it. "Anesthetize", I was pretty much digging the music. The lyrics seem like the story is told about a guy who is pretty high, and well, just doesn't care, at all. "Piano lessons" is really cool as it seems to me like maybe a kid talking about a piano teacher who teaches a kid rote exercises, however the kid seems like there's more in him creatively. I could relate to that as well. So if you feel like you are in a new place within, the things you use to accept, you just won't accept anymore, its okay. Progression may be all you see..Well until next time, Peace D.
I find that as I venture through life, I find out the funniest things about myself. I have conversations with some of the funniest people in my life, one being my mom. I take her to the cancer center and this is the time we share things about life, and anything else that comes to mind. Even though we certainly don't agree on everything, I still find that we have some amazing similarities. She can be a sweet person, but if you make her angry, it feels like a level 5 hurricane is near. Anything in the way, will be moved. As an adult, when I come home, I still go upstairs to my mom's room, and lay on her bed just to listen. She has shared some things with me, that I will never forget. When I moved away to college, she would do something I never got from any other person. Now, that technology has moved us so far ahead with cell phones, computers, and gadgets, she did something special. She would write a letter. Old fashioned ink and a stamp in an envelope. When I opened the letter, it was written in ink.
I have to admit, I use texting quite a bit. I just think to myself, I don't want to disturb anyone or waste someone's time if they are busy, so I just text. That way, they can see it on their phone, and also not forget because they can look at the text. For some, its better. It just works, because of the fast pace of life, etc. I still have an old flip phone. My niece calls it, "pretty ancient". I think its so funny that my niece is telling me, I need to get it together and get with the times. I couldn't believe this kid was telling me I need to get with the times. I thought I was pretty tech savvy. At least, that's what I thought. When I would get letters in the mail at my mom, I use to think the same thing.
I was going through my stuff, doing some cleaning, and I found an envelope. That envelope was one of my mom's letters. Still in tact, with the ink, and her signature handwriting. On the first lines of the letter, she writes and asks me how are things going, and tells me what's going on back home. I just had to stop and pause. I had a letter, that was personally written, with my mom's thoughts, feelings, and emotions, tangibly, in my hand. Who does that? I mean, really in today's world. My mom. She sat down, took the time, to write me. When I looked at it, I knew, my mom's energy was with me. Every single letter, every single word, every single line. It was amazing. It just made me realize, how even though I'm a strong proponent for progression, some old fashioned things show love in a timeless, personable way. I can take it out, go back look at it, touch the pages, and see the ink. I can look at how she wrote it, and know, that no matter how busy she was, she took some time, to write a letter. I'm grateful that she wrote that letter. As old fashioned as it may be in this tech driven world, it will always have my stamp of approval.
Well until next time, Peace.
D.
