What a couple of super productive days it's been. The Dj returned from B-ham to Atlanta as we approach, "Go" day for the second leg of the tour. Things all seem to make a tad more sense when the, "Musical Selector" is riding alongside me. See, this tour only works with our teamwork. The Dj has been there since it's (the Indie Artist Tour) inception. "Go Dj, that's my Dj" has a totally different meaning for me. I was out there in the trenches (not so much trenches as living on the road) and he was right there beside me. M&M...that's what we called ourselves; short for Music and Media Productions. That's what we are, curators and creatives of all things art, with a serious focus on media and music.
Just When You Think You Know, You Don't!
As you can clearly state from what was supposed to be a bit of an opener. I pulled from my absolute reserve; mentally and emotionally exasperated--I continued to push. Currently, I'm a walking vault of intel, content and mental gymnastics. I must purge!
I went the long way to simply say, I wrote what I could that day and couldn't look at it, let alone build and dump internal content to make room for doper content.
My mind is all over the place--bubbling with memories, experiences, conversations and people. When you set off on an adventure one has visual confirmation of what it's going to look like. Rarely, and I mean rarely does it every look like that. But, normally it's the "BTS" that's the truest, funniest and what the average human can connect to. I call that the music--it's the thing; that one thing that has the absolute ability to break down boundaries, prejudices, and deeply - contrasted positions.
Which brings me to this Tragedy; Kobe Bryant's Helicopter Crash.
Kobe Bryant and his 13 year old daughter, Gianni Bryant and Christina Mauser; Sarah and Payton Chester; Keri and Alyssa Altobelli; pilot Ara Zobayan; and John Altobeli; my heart bleeds for your loved ones. Traumas like this; especially those that play out on a world-wide platform creates lasting tragic memories to our psyches. One of which that's in massive numbers. The shock, grief/mourning, and lack of understanding sends our mental and emotional spaces sweeping through the ethers without proper space tools. Or at least, that's what we think.
Kobe Bryant, the NBA MVP who had a 20-year career with the Lakers, was killed Sunday when the helicopter he was traveling in crashed and burst into flames in the hills above Calabasas. His daughter Gianna, 13, was also on board and died along with seven others.
Source: Los Angeles Times
This is almost beyond my scope of practice. The first folks I thought of were their families, the ones that are going to have to pick up the pieces after such a tragedy. An unexpected tragedy. Not to negate the many tragedies that occurs daily, round the clock--this is one that many of us were connected to for one reason or another; life-long memories are connected to the "Black Mamba"
The one thing that resonates and rings incredibly true within me is, to keep going. Don't stop. Don't make excuses. I'm too close. I've worked too hard. And, even with all that, success and all--in the words of my darling grandmother, "That's one appointment you're going to make. You're going to make it on time; you won't be late. So live your life." Those were her words when I shared my fear of flying shortly after 9/11. I've held on to that gem for dear life. And, for this particular occasion in life it appears to be befitting.
Right now, even in this moment...the DJ is sitting beside me, reviewing music and updating his playlists, etc. However, this music, this vibe is repairing the hairline fractures that my nerves occurred during the exhaustion and trauma. He is magical--familiarize with him now, before it cost you, cost you to see him.
I'm out Loves. Be Love. You are love.
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...