The sun was shining brightly through the train window. It was crowded and I could hardly find a seat. The short ride to New York City is always bustling, but today was especially busy. I scribbled in my journal trying to explain the ethos of what I’m trying to do, watching the sunlight flicker on my page:

Recreate the past. 

No, not really. 

The scientific method. 

Too esoteric, not relatable. 

It’s a new era. 

No one wants to hear about me. They want to know how my writing can help them.

I’ve been living in the northeast for two years and it’s been a complete rebirth. My whole life starting over. 

Coming from New Orleans I was used to gigging a lot. But I essentially had to bring everything to a halt while I was in grad school. Now that I’m freshly graduated, I want to grow my freelance music business again. 

I’ve often thought of seasons: 

    a time to be born and a time to die,

    a time to plant and a time to uproot,

    a time to kill and a time to heal,

    a time to tear down and a time to build

For me, this is a time to build. But I don’t want to just do my own thing. I’m a teacher so I want to show other people how to do it too. Think of this as a live experiment. 

Every week I’m going to post, from real experience, what worked and what didn’t. What brought growth and what slowed me down. I’m not a guru or an expert, I’m just a work in progress. However, I think it benefits us all when we share knowledge with each other. A rising tide lifts all boats. I deeply care about artists creating sustainable systems to produce the most art possible over a lifetime. 

The sad reality is many artists burn out, quit, or even worse, become bitter. 

The truth is we need you. We need your art in the world. The more art we can all make together will bring about the future we wish to see. 

I hope you join me. Remember, the journey is the destination.