I guess with most great artists comes a tortured soul of some sort. The REAL good ones are seasoned with broken hearts, shattered dreams and mental illness. If they don’t create or allow themselves the freedom of Self Expression, they end up lost or dead or worse, sucked onto the Hamster Wheel of Society, running for their lives like corporate slaves to the pre-designed culture… on the great wheel of death and taxes…debt, TV, mortgage, kids, spouse, Fear, family obligations, keeping a human contained and enslaved lifetime after lifetime.
The artist has the audacity to say NO to the system, they find a way to bring back what is missing, and that is The Spirit of us all. Artists remind us of why we ARE here on this planet after all, and what makes life so very much worth living. They live rocky lives so they can remind themselves, and along their self discovery, we find personal truths within their beauty of self expression.
I guess this is what my life is about right now. Being a torch singer can be hard on the heart. I just am tired of being so friggin tortured, maybe I need a break from singing such sad songs for awhile. Maybe “Longing” is getting boring for me. I’m feeling like adventure is afoot in my soul and I need to set sail for some new sort of living. Maybe become a gypsy for awhile and live in between the cracks. Become an observer of beauty and life for awhile.
Like a hidden butterfly on the wall of the world.
