December 2011
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Wilde
“There is a way,” answered the Tree; “but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you.”
“Tell it to me,” said the Nightingale, “I am not afraid.”
“If you want a red rose,” said the Tree, “you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce...
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Singing La Vie En Rose at Mike Molina’s 60th birthday party, December 3, 2011. I was pretty nervous! Thanks to my mom and Tito Gabs for the video. :)
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There’s no one perfect state or process to deliver...
Only being able to create while sad or upset. Or happy. Or only during the day or night. Only being able to work in a tidy or chaotic studio. Only when it comes easy and inspired, only when it’s a grind. Only when at my absolute best, most healthy, or most wild.
The truth is, we don’t really need any of these states to make our work.
Each moment of making is different. There’s no one perfect...
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