Tag: Job

• Whiny Brain

  

  Music is the kind of work that makes me feel like myself. When I decide to create even though I’m tired, I find myself with more energy afterward, not less. More dreams, more joy. More life. Don’t listen to that whiny brain!

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  Brain, Creativity, Energy, Focus, Healing, Job, Making Music

• Sometimes You Have To Keep The Day Job

  … when I look out at the indie music community, it seems as if we’re all trying to hide the fact that we don’t have hours and hours every day to devote to our craft. As if somehow that makes us less serious about music. I’ll tell you, nothing has made me more serious about music than the limited amount of time I have to pursue it.

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  Identity, Indie, Job, Musician

• Resentment

  I tried to empty myself of my feelings of betrayal. I tried to concentrate on other areas of my life. I tried to breathe and relax and be present through yoga and music. I wanted to be filled with peace again. Filled with light and love, sated by food and liquor, fulfilled by fresh air! But I failed.

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  Acceptance, Dissatisfaction, Gratitude, Job, Making Music, Money, Perspective, Reorientation, Resentment, Transformation

• The Business

  

  I have to let go. When I send the mental message to my fingers, they do not move. I shout at them. Let go! Let go! My hands are shackles, clinging to the rail, as cold and rigid as frozen meat. Do I have to cut them off? Is that where I am?

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  Change, Dissatisfaction, Identity, Job, Poetry, Rant, Reorientation, Self

• Kill The Television

  Greed spouter, sucker of energy, unrepentant mercenary killer of ideas. Sheepdog, pacifier, and flat out liar all rolled into one. I am convinced its chatter will follow modern civilization even into the depths of its own destruction.

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  Essays, Identity, Job, Money, Rant, Resistance, Television