Well, in an earlier blog I talked about Lukas Graham and how I am a big fan. He is definitely a gem in the music industry. I believe he gained notoriety in the States from his single “7 years,” which is absolutely one of my favorite songs by the band. I should add here that Lukas Graham is a band and not just one person, although the front man of the group is Lukas Graham and they are from Denmark. In this blog I really wanted to talk about another one of Lukas Graham’s songs which is “Funeral.” The moment I heard it on YouTube I instantly fell in love with it. You know the moment you hear a good song and you have to cock your head a little bit and say “oh my goodness..this is pure genius!” Yeah, that was basically me in a nutshell. So the song is basically about this guy who dies but he doesn’t want his friends to be sad about. There’s a line towards the beginning of the song that says, “Everyone welcome to my funeral, everyone I know better be wasted…” It’s like he saying to just celebrate his life and have a few drinks. It’s really supposed to be an uplifting song in my opinion because not only are the lyrics somewhat encouraging but the whole vibe of the song really has a spiritual/gospel like, almost soulful quality about it. That is one thing about Lukas Graham though. He is a very soulful singer and to be who is that is amazing and I thoroughly enjoy his music. I would definitely love to see him in concert.
“The death of an artist is to get a degree and start teaching.”~Cedric Baker
*When I did my interview with Cedric Baker one of the questions I asked him was what has his journey been like as an artist. I was building off of his art exhibit theme, which is entitled “A Painter’s Journey.” I wanted to know more about what his journey was like getting to the point he is at now. Like all artist, he said he struggled to make money. As many people know the arts is something that one can be passionate about and that’s all we as artists want to do. All we want to do is create what we love, but then we get stuck in the dilemma of whether to pursue our dreams or go with a practical job to make enough money to provide for ourselves. That’s the age old struggle Cedric Baker dealt with as well when he was trying to make it as an artist. He talked about having to work a full time job because he had bills and he said as an artist that’s hard because you can’t be 100% focused on your art when you’re working a 9 to 5 job. Then he also made that above statement about a degree and teaching being the death of an artist. Although, I think he was putting more emphasis on the teaching part because he is also an academic artist. He went to school for art and his discipline was in painting. I agree with him on the teaching part to a degree. I think it would be difficult to teach and also completely be committed to what you really want to do. There have been many folks who have tried to push me into teaching just because I have an English degree and that’s not something that I’m passionate about. I tried to get passionate about it, but my heart has always been with writing. That’s all I want to do. Like I said in one of my previous posts, when I conducted my interview with Baker I walked out of that interview feeling so accomplished. I felt like it was another sign telling me that THIS is what I need and want to be doing. The interview went that well! On the other hand, don’t get me wrong. Teaching is an admirable profession. It’s a way to pass on your love of a particular subject to another generation and see what they do with it. I just don’t think teaching is for me. There have been many people who have said I would be a great teacher, but if I’m not completely 100% passionate about it I don’t think it’s a field that I should go into. I’ve realized that I should stop listening to other people and do what I know is right for me no matter how long it takes me to land that job I really want. Cedric definitely gave me some encouragement that day. It doesn’t matter if you’re not getting paid for it as long as you’re doing what you love.
I immensely enjoy the fact that there are many different art forms. I mean think about it. There’s visual and performing arts. There’s painting, sculptures, drawing, sketching, photography, dancing, and music. Even writing is an art form, which is an art form that I particularly enjoy. The fact that we as humans have so many different ways to express ourselves through creating things is awesome. There’s just something, almost mystical about art that I can’t explain. I try to explain it to a degree like in this blog but there’s also an element to it that is unexplainable because it makes me feel things that I don’t understand.
Ok, so I am a huge procrastinator and I have been wanting to work on my own chapbook of poems. For those who don’t know a chapbook is pretty much a booklet of poems, usually no more than 40 pages. I started putting my poems together and then I stopped, but I want to start back up tomorrow. I already have my theme for my poems. It’s going to be called “Scars.” I think that title is very fitting and goes with my theme because most of my poetry deals a lot with dealing with emotional scars and some physical scars. The idea of my theme being “Scars” just came naturally, as naturally as my poetry came to me. I tried doing everything online and by using Microsoft Word and putting all of my poems in an electronic folders but tomorrow I plan on doing everything old school and using pen and paper to write out all of poems that I want to include in my chapbook. I think it’ll be easier that way. Then I guess my next step will be to find a publisher. If any people out there know any good publishers I would be forever grateful for the guidance!
Every writers journey is different. Everyone has a different process of how they create. Some writers can write everyday and others rather write when they’re hit with inspiration. I’m the latter. I rarely write everyday unless I’m hit with inspiration everyday. I love writing poetry about what I’m going through in the moment or what emotion I’m feeling in that moment. I once wrote a poem about why I write. I think it summed up perfectly the different reasons why I write. Below is my poem:
I write to fill the pain
I write to avoid the pain
I write to understand the pain
I write to embrace the pain
I love to write because I can express who I am
When I feel like no one hears me
I write because sometimes…just sometimes I feel misunderstood
Writing is my release to unleash the pain inside
And sometimes I even create the pain
Pain for whatever…
It really doesn’t matter.
It just gives me something to write about.
*I remember writing this entirely on a whim. I was at work and the words just came to me.
Ok, so I am a volunteer writer for the Carolina Monthly. I basically write articles promoting different events, local artists and restaurants in North Carolina. I have to turn in an article today but I’ve been having a hard time starting on it because I can’t think of a good first sentence. Last week I wrote about the North Carolina Pickle festival and my first line was “North Carolina is home to some of the biggest food empires in the country. Let’s think Krispy Kreme, Cheerwine, Bojangles’, and Hardees.” I really liked how I started that off. The first line of a story or a news article is the most important in my opinion because that’s what is going to draw the reader in and make him want to read further, but you also don’t want it to be cheesy either or cliché. Many times we’re told clichés are not good. We want something thought provoking and original. So I’m thinking and thinking and have come up with nothing yet. I guess you could say I have writer’s block right now.
Once in a while I just get hit with inspiration. Today was one of those days. Throughout the many jumbled thoughts in my mind I was a hit with a poetry subject. I wanted to express my thoughts about attraction and express my own experience that I’m dealing with in my own personal life. It’s funny because at the moment I didn’t have a notebook or pen to write with. I had to hurry and find a pen but then I still didn’t have anything to write on so I had to write the few lines I had in my head on a paper towel. I had to keep repeating the lines in my head, afraid that I would forget them. When inspiration hits you gotta go with it.