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“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” ~ Sylvia Plath
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review of BandCamp
Be sure to read my updated and more complete review of BandCamp! (Click anywhere on these 2 sentences to see that post.) This is the penultimate review in a series based on my own research, plus awesome input from a number of other independent musicians. My basic goal in this series is to find the best-of-breed …
jazz poem 1
I will not tap my feet. Though the rhythms and melodies you play Conger up kicking off shoes and Dancing barefoot in the grass, I will not tap my feet. Though my heart beats faster at the Melodic buildup — as horn and keys Latch together in the repetition of a theme, Calling my heart …
translating fear into creative energy
I had a Twitter conversation recently that invited me to look at the ways that I could use creative outlets to constructively involve the energy from feelings. That’s a mouthful, huh? Feelings as the energy of the moment I think that feelings are e-motion or energy-in-motion. (I think I first heard this concept from my …
musician and artist pointers for branding
As much as we musicians and other artistic/creative folk might sometimes like to ignore it, branding is an incredibly important part of our marketing. It might be as simple as choosing a “quirk” that will allow us to be just that much different from other musical acts or getting photos of our art uploaded to …
#Poem – flash
Inspiration is exceptional. Do not take it for granted. I awoke in a thick sweat, Though our bedroom still Had the chill of Morning air. I knew there was much To do And chose not to make Much a do about other Things this morning. I took the guitar off It’s rack and plucked A …
#Poem – magic
someone told me that there’s magic about the year 2012. i don’t know if i believe in magic, because i’m focused on what’s real and tangible now. i’ve for too long waited for the magic to intrude on my reality, take care of me, remove all cares from me. i know better. and i still …
#Poem – buoyancy
It starts easy enough. We are born. Perhaps we are born again While we — and those we love — Still live. And then we learn that Surviving is not the sole purpose For being here. Being alive is not so much the point. What we long for is the life That can be in …