![]() The door is locked, there’s usually some kind of buzz from a heater or air conditioner (or maybe it’s just in my ears) and then there’s me. In what seems like only moments later, I move from this sweaty and loud but peaceful state to a much-too-quiet hotel room. It is the opposite of isolation – it is desegregation and connectedness it is unity. Belonging, not just for me (I hope) – it’s a feeling that blankets the room. ![]() We all sing the same songs and move to the same strenuous beat and it creates this crushing feeling of belonging. While performing, I can almost tangibly feel the thousands of eyes on me accompanied by thousands of hands reaching for me. There’s a whiplash effect that happens pretty much every time I play on the road. But “Never Sleep Alone” is interesting because it conjures up so many moods.Essentially, the big picture meaning for me is this: we never sleep alone. I hesitate to tell people what it means to me, because I want my listeners to imprint their own circumstance on it. ![]() “Never Sleep Alone” could be taken so many ways. The origin of everything I’ve done has simply come from me. I’ve never had to try and chase a current trend or hype a certain genre. Because I am the author of my “sound” – it is my life. Not better or worse but reflective of what is happening in my life. My metamorphosis has been cohesive and traveled a path that makes sense to me it’s grown as I’ve grown. But I go with what I’m experiencing, or have experienced in the past. I don’t know how anything will be received. I don’t actually write with very much confidence, and rarely finish anything with a triumphant chest pound. When I write, it’s in the more quiet and subdued moments. It’s a struggle to answer, because I’d love to paint a heroic picture of moments where a white tiger is in the corner of my studio, and as I throw him a piece of meat, I look to the sky (because obviously my imaginary studio has no roof) inspired, and as I dictate a few words to my assistant, beautiful angels float from out of the walls and begin to sing the words I’m saying, in harmonic and celestial cadences.
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