This. A spoken word piece by Clint Smith—How to raise a black son in America. Really powerful… Unconscious bias can be deadly. #BlackLivesMatter
I’m having a birthday.
One that ends in a “Zero.”
I’m planning to do a few small somethings to mark the occasion.
I’ve been trying to reconnect with the art of having fun making music.
Anyone that knows me well knows that making and performing music has been a big part of my life for, like, forever.
One thing I keep hearing of late is that I’m verbose. That I like complexity. That I’m technical.
I’ve decided that here is not about listening to those voices. Here is about me unpacking the world and digging for answers. Or failing that, at least insights. If it’s verbose, complex, boring, convoluted, unclear, lacking a point—that’s ok.
Perhaps in expressing the “unfiltered” version here, I’ll be more succinct, less technical, and express an elegant simplicity in other aspects of my life. We’ll see 😉
It’s been forever since I just wrote a blog.
Just about something of interest. Something that makes me mad. Got me inspired. Something that just happened.
Not a series (though I still have hopes to do some of that too). Not “adding value”, other than in a sense of self expression (that someone else might connect with, but that’s not a requirement/intent). Just trying to make sense of the world.
That needs to change. More