Tuesday, September 1, 2009

it is what it is and it ain't what it ain't

I need to feed my creativity. I need to keep it busy. I need to do what I love or else what I live for is not worth the fight. But mostly, I need to keep busy.

Love is not an energy that just comes and goes.. it's a chameleon; that energy transforms itself into other forms and there must be some organization to its growth when manifested into art. The repression of that passion, whether formulated by circumstance or happenstance, is what pulls the spirit down into a place not easy to crawl out of, and can only be rescued by the willpower to hone the thing that flows so naturally from the tips of your fingers. Mine is music.

I got this idea from a) Aviva Jaye, telling me about her friend who wrote one minute of music, a complete thought all figured out, every day of August, when I went to visit New York; and b) Mike Patton.

I am going to write something every single day in September. No rules. Just a documentation of it.

I won't allow myself to fall into that place.