Baby, Just Roll…

The pulse of Manhattan—my feet so comfy below 2nd Ave, East Village escapes me now walking in heels up the narrow stairway to the balcony of the famous Spotted Cat on Frenchman.

My New Orleans jazz guitarist, leading us during set break to watch the start of Carnival brewing alongside full moon magic. It really is the juxtaposition of travel, the astral projection into something new.

Experience keeps us awake, alive to the humanity around us, urging us to pay way more attention. To be free, and roll with it, baby, just roll…

Don’t Let ‘Em Bring You Down.

Love,

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The Truth About Girls

I cried after watching the first episode of HBO’s GIRLS. I cried because it was so fucking beautiful, and so the show I’d want to watch, but even more—the show I should have made. That was the depth of my tears, with absolute happiness, honestly for Lena Dunham, I had personally, dropped the ball.

I did write a spec script for the show that’s been a nice calling card through it’s six year run. I date Adam’s. I memorize life, like Lena does…like Hannah, standing outside the Brooklyn bar watching him fall in love with someone else. I struggle with success and sexuality and being feminist, just like her.

That’s what TV does, especially half-hour—it gives you this precious slice of the heart we all come from. It reminds us, we’re not that different. We’re not separate. In fact, we love each other, flaws and all.

Thank you Lena, for writing the best show ever. And reminding me how badly we deserve more like them, and that when you speak your real, authentic truth—everyone listens.

Here’s To One Last Season,

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Holiday Heartache

I’d be fine tossing 2016 as far away from memory as possible. Tested by heartache after heartache, and now so many neighbors disconnected. Yet, my job remains to sell peace, to inspire through art, how to be authentic and free…

Just, what to do about the sadness? The hopelessness this winter of our discontent. Christmas a classic downer, but this trimming the tree unbearable, all sparkling lights and little faith left to hang the angel.

Be with your pain. Be the waves of sadness and strange twists of pure love. Because haven’t we also experienced this year—some of the most beautiful and poignant times of our life? Haven’t we lit the candle, in spite of it all… And believed.

Peace On Earth,

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