i worry about her. even if i don't like her much. she is only a part of me by default.
i have so much to do and not enough time. or enough strength. or enough something. but then i get an email. from a sister. a friend. my family. they believe in me. they have faith in me. and that is enough to keep me going.
fighting myself over titles for the new album. i love the title: Black is the Color of Woman. jive doesn't get it -- the incorrect grammar. i tell him it is what it is. that isnt enough. he's write. i have to be able to find the words beneath my tongue and spray paint them if anyone is to understand this life. these words. this pain. working dilligently.
he plays me. musically. the inspiration that pours from the turntables thru my ears are filled with life and movement. aspirations and struggle. i never want him to stop playing. me
this summer is the retreat for the writer's series. i'm going. if i have to sneak in somebody's bag - trust me. it will happen. this is what determination looks like.
amari was beautiful on stage this afternoon. singing off-key like her voice couldnt tear into my heart with just a whisper.
ahh. the voice over recording was successful. i think we had 9 takes and only 2 full run-thru's. i felt so confident when my voice spoke back to me thru the speakers. will have a screening of the english version as soon as i get the dvd. you'll get the invite.
bklyn readies for cali