31 July 2010

i am an artist because...

Because in five years I will read this, and I will love my life.  Because I will know how I got there.  And I will regret nothing, because life will be great.  We will build off of all of this beauty, never settling for less, never regressing to some place of average everyday nonsense where we reminisce the days of old and lament what we no longer have.

We will have this (or more) forever, and I will not look back someday and regret not keeping that promise.  I will keep that promise, keep trekking along through the artists' life.

This life is awesome, and we make it fucking awesome.  We will remember these moments through our art.

I am an artist because someone needs to capture the magic, and when I re-read what I write I can feel the magic and music and the love and the people all around me.  Because I wrote these words in a room of musicians and artists; and when I read this in five years, I will still feel the music they made-- the organic crescendo into awesomeness that happened as the air of the room became filled with our passion and each artist breathed it in and survived on it for an hour as we each spat out our own art into the night-- and because I hope you will feel the magic someday, as well, as you read these things, without ever having been there.

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