Good Night Little Blackout

the feral cat was a little thing
its heart didn't match

it was alone and then not and then again

five years of the little girl
no ballerina
a tomcat and feral

but the heart didn't match

Success or Remaining True to Your Art

Sometimes it is and either or. But why not strive to make an "and" out of it?

I was talking to an old friend about artistic purity.
What I told him was at fifteen years of age I had a huge dose of purity along with a portion of amazing ego. I would never belittle my craft by donning makeup and a persona, ala KISS. Or condescend to play "easy stuff" like the Blues.

But at almost sixty I would don the makeup in a heartbeat.
Name it...C&W, Classical, Jazz, Cover, doesn't matter.

With makeup or without. Making a statement or being The Turtles.

I also learned to master any portion of this craft is not, "easy stuff." The Blues is hard shit to play with a passion and real feel.

A tight band gets me more excited than the genre they play. A hot flame of energy and passion between audience and band goes twice as far as playing for my soul.

So if I can play in a metal band and be successful at it, and feed from the energy playing provides, where is the loss?

Happy Hanukkah
Merry Christmas

Play with your dreidels, kids!