Changes

All my life experiences change my outlook and how I relate to life and people. The weird thing is his cruelty has inspired me even more. He thinks we musicians should get "real jobs". Anyone that downs you or your passions is not truly living. I call it emotional meat that gets added to my bones. I sing songs with a different timber and color. I don't know if you ever are able to forget or stop completely loving someone.

I went to support some friends in the circle I call it. It is either people I have worked with or friends of musicians that I respect. Musicians that are the full package. Good people who also happen to be great musicians.

The gig was great. It was at Barnes and Noble. I only wish I could have heard his, Tomas's, vocals more. Danny Sadownick played with his soul.His eyes closed as he got into the style of Tomas. The mic was not hot enough,because he was standing up playing his guitar and he is so tall. But you could hear that his songs are very strong and that the band is tight. There were also other performers like Allan Harris He was so smooth like Nat King Cole. He was clean in the black,southern since of the word. Very polished indeed. Every song was beautiful. When you see any of my peers, you will not have missed a minute of your life. They are the cream of the crop. If you like music. Support these guys and of course me. :)

Since when is my next show.I am paying off an incredible amount of debt and in light of the economy, saving what I can. Changes in my life need to be made. I wish I was financially capable of making all of them I want to right now,but it will work out. It has to work out. It costs money to pay my musicians. They have bills like I do.

I am writing new material from these experiences, from what I see,and from what I observer others' experiencing. It is a shedding if you will.I have been going to jam session to stay vocally active. Use it or lose it. I am meeting more great musicians and people that support art.

Let the good times roll, right Georgia.

I miss the way it was, but know it has to be different. "Life is Change," someone once told me. Sometimes change hurts, just like working out,just like a woman giving birth.

Gotta keep on moving forward

In spite of the recent heartbreak and shock, life must go on.Maybe he will come around. Maybe he wont. I still have to sing. I will always have to sing. Sometimes people try to down your dreams because they are miserable inside and their kindle is dwindling. Stay away from them. Stay around people with as much light as you can.

My friend Baby Monroe is also a singer and he always invites me to join him at different jam sessions. Last night we went to Sapphire and then we went to Mr. Biggs. All of the musicians are the best of the best.They have worked with everyone. So, you know when you sing with them, they have your back. Sapphire's band leader is a guy called Moogie Klingman . He is the one that wrote the song, " You Got to Have Friends." Even Steven Levee was on bass and Chuck Hancock played sax with his cool silver jewelry. Baby sang with tons of emotion as he always does. The sign of a true singer. Always sing like it is your last song. There were a few other singers. All with different styles. Mr. Biggs is fun because there Steve Marshall always has loads of eye candy dancing while the band plays. What I mean is he has two women usually dancing with form fitting clothes slapping a half tambourine to the music. Then there is this guy following everyone around the club filming it. Be Careful, you never know who is watching you. :) The band is tight. The guitar player has a long ponytail kind of reminiscent of the 60s and he plays without a pick. They can play just about anything. I always have a good time at the jam sessions. It is a great way to keep "working out" or keeping your chops up to par. It is also a great way to meet people. It is cool to go with Baby too, because he keeps the riff raff at bay. Like Moogie's song says, you gotta have friends.

Ah, I forgot, one more thing. Thursday night, I lost my cell phone, Baby and I went back to Sapphire only to see that it was not there. To make a long story short. It was in the cab we took over there. I called it all night and the cab driver answered the phone the next morning. He dropped it off that morning. His name appropriately was ATIF which means Compassionate,sympathetic, or nice. Who says New Yorkers are not nice. Here is to Atif's kharma bebe. :)